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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Eliza Bishop, Sylar, Peter
Genre: BAD FIC
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1057
Rating: NSFW - LEMON!!!
Notes: Part Two of a purposely bad fanfic written for the Bad FanFic Challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_faves. I am not entering the challenge though since I'm running it.
I threw my head back, my long golden waves of my gossamer hair falling down my back to brush where Peter’s fingers were wrapped around my slender waist. The pleasure was too much, and the plentiful mounds of my perfect white breasts bounced up and down like excited puppies as I thrust up and down on Peter’s turgid shaft. I could barely see the tip of his nose over the top of them as he panted.
“Oh god, Eliza!” Peter shouted as he came.
“Oh Peter!” I shouted when I came too. It was magical the way our powers wrapped around each other like a rainbow of passion and power. I saw stars, and my eyes sparkled with green and violet lights.
“Will you marry me, Eliza?” Peter asked as he ran his fingers through my long blond locks. “I wanted to ask your dad, but since Sylar killed him I couldn’t do that. So I asked my mom, and she said it was OK.”
“Oh Peter!” I wrapped my fingers around his and gave them a squeeze. “I would love to marry you, but I can’t. I can’t let myself have that kind of happiness when my sister is dead. I must find a way to bring Elle back from the dead.”
“But how, Eliza?” He looked so sad when I said ‘no’ like someone kicked his puppy. “This is that bastard Sylar’s fault. If he hadn’t killed your sister, we could get married. I should kill him.”
“No, Peter.” I sat up, the silken sheets falling across my body, shimmering with an inner light of their own. “You can’t say that. Sylar is my only hope. If I can make him help me, I can save Elle.”
“But he’s a monster, Eliza. You can’t trust him!”
“I love you, Peter, but she’s my sister.” My sister who I never really knew since I wasn’t raised with her since she was crazy and locked up most of the time, but I loved her and we had a connection. But I can’t expect Peter to understand the connection that Elle and I shared. He had Nathan and their unusual yet completely appropriate and normal relationship that includes a lot of touching. But it wasn’t like the love that I had for Elle. “I have to get her back.”
“OK I understand, but I’m not happy.” Peter watched as I got dressed in a bright green catsuit that matched my eyes perfectly. I could tell he wanted to drag me back into the bed and kiss me until I forgot all about saving my sister, but he respected my wishes and let me go. “If you need my help, call me. I’ll be with Nathan.”
I threw my arms around Peter and kissed him hard our tongues tangling and by the time I was done his lips tasted like my candy apple lip gloss. Then I slipped my finger into his mouth to get it wet and stuck it into an empty electrical socket. I turned on my power to control electricity and followed the flow of the electricity from my outlet to Sylar’s cell on Level 5.
It was dark and dank, just the kind of place where a super villain belonged. I walked past the other inmates and tried not to listen to their cat calls and whistles. I hated it, but I am beautiful. They can’t help but respond to me.
Sylar glared at me from behind the reinforced glass for a moment I thought I saw something good in his gaze. Underneath it all I think there’s someone good inside of him. He was dressed in a tanktop and sweatpants. He was so hot. God if he wasn’t a murderer, I might forget myself, but I can’t do that to Elle and her memory. But if I could get him to love me, I knew we could do anything together.
“Sylar I need your help,” I said, stepping close enough to the glass that my breasts were pressed against the glass.
“And people in Hell want igloos,” Sylar snapped. He folded his arms across his chest, and I swallowed hard. I love Peter. I do, and he loves me. But I can see why my sister fell for Sylar. He’s so yummy.
“It’s for Elle. I know you didn’t mean to kill her. I read her journal. She thought you were good. She loved you, Sylar. Help me bring her back, please.”
“Why should I? What’s in it for me?” He got up and paced to the window. His long legs were encased in soft gray sweatshirt material and showing every muscle. “She didn’t love me! She lied to me.”
“No, she didn’t mean to lie to you. I know! They didn’t give her a choice, but she wanted to tell you the truth. We can go back in time, and you can tell yourself not to kill her.” I placed my hands on the glass and locked my eyes with his. “If you ever loved her, if there’s an ounce of good left in you, you’ll help me, Sylar. Please Gabriel, please.”
“How are we going to go back in time? I don’t have that power.” His hands came up to cover mine on the glass. “Are you going to let me kill Hiro to get it?”
“Yes,” I said. I gave him a huge smile. “If you kill Hiro, and we go back in time to save Elle then the future will all be different. Think about it. If we go back, you can be happy. Elle can be happy, and I can marry Peter.”
“But Hiro will be dead,” he pointed out, but I could tell he was thinking about it. “I did love Elle. I do sort of miss her. OK if you give me Hiro, I’ll make sure that Elle doesn’t die. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal.” I nodded and kissed the glass. “I’ll get you out of here, and then we can get Hiro. He won’t stay dead anyway because if you change the past you won’t need to kill him in the future which is our present.”
“Whatever,” Sylar said, waving his hand to dismiss me. “Get me out of here, or get Hiro here. Either works, and then we’ll save your sister.”
***
This is a badfic. Common sense, decency and good taste suffered for each of those 1057 words.
Genre: BAD FIC
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1057
Rating: NSFW - LEMON!!!
Notes: Part Two of a purposely bad fanfic written for the Bad FanFic Challenge on
heroes_faves. I am not entering the challenge though since I'm running it. I threw my head back, my long golden waves of my gossamer hair falling down my back to brush where Peter’s fingers were wrapped around my slender waist. The pleasure was too much, and the plentiful mounds of my perfect white breasts bounced up and down like excited puppies as I thrust up and down on Peter’s turgid shaft. I could barely see the tip of his nose over the top of them as he panted.
“Oh god, Eliza!” Peter shouted as he came.
“Oh Peter!” I shouted when I came too. It was magical the way our powers wrapped around each other like a rainbow of passion and power. I saw stars, and my eyes sparkled with green and violet lights.
“Will you marry me, Eliza?” Peter asked as he ran his fingers through my long blond locks. “I wanted to ask your dad, but since Sylar killed him I couldn’t do that. So I asked my mom, and she said it was OK.”
“Oh Peter!” I wrapped my fingers around his and gave them a squeeze. “I would love to marry you, but I can’t. I can’t let myself have that kind of happiness when my sister is dead. I must find a way to bring Elle back from the dead.”
“But how, Eliza?” He looked so sad when I said ‘no’ like someone kicked his puppy. “This is that bastard Sylar’s fault. If he hadn’t killed your sister, we could get married. I should kill him.”
“No, Peter.” I sat up, the silken sheets falling across my body, shimmering with an inner light of their own. “You can’t say that. Sylar is my only hope. If I can make him help me, I can save Elle.”
“But he’s a monster, Eliza. You can’t trust him!”
“I love you, Peter, but she’s my sister.” My sister who I never really knew since I wasn’t raised with her since she was crazy and locked up most of the time, but I loved her and we had a connection. But I can’t expect Peter to understand the connection that Elle and I shared. He had Nathan and their unusual yet completely appropriate and normal relationship that includes a lot of touching. But it wasn’t like the love that I had for Elle. “I have to get her back.”
“OK I understand, but I’m not happy.” Peter watched as I got dressed in a bright green catsuit that matched my eyes perfectly. I could tell he wanted to drag me back into the bed and kiss me until I forgot all about saving my sister, but he respected my wishes and let me go. “If you need my help, call me. I’ll be with Nathan.”
I threw my arms around Peter and kissed him hard our tongues tangling and by the time I was done his lips tasted like my candy apple lip gloss. Then I slipped my finger into his mouth to get it wet and stuck it into an empty electrical socket. I turned on my power to control electricity and followed the flow of the electricity from my outlet to Sylar’s cell on Level 5.
It was dark and dank, just the kind of place where a super villain belonged. I walked past the other inmates and tried not to listen to their cat calls and whistles. I hated it, but I am beautiful. They can’t help but respond to me.
Sylar glared at me from behind the reinforced glass for a moment I thought I saw something good in his gaze. Underneath it all I think there’s someone good inside of him. He was dressed in a tanktop and sweatpants. He was so hot. God if he wasn’t a murderer, I might forget myself, but I can’t do that to Elle and her memory. But if I could get him to love me, I knew we could do anything together.
“Sylar I need your help,” I said, stepping close enough to the glass that my breasts were pressed against the glass.
“And people in Hell want igloos,” Sylar snapped. He folded his arms across his chest, and I swallowed hard. I love Peter. I do, and he loves me. But I can see why my sister fell for Sylar. He’s so yummy.
“It’s for Elle. I know you didn’t mean to kill her. I read her journal. She thought you were good. She loved you, Sylar. Help me bring her back, please.”
“Why should I? What’s in it for me?” He got up and paced to the window. His long legs were encased in soft gray sweatshirt material and showing every muscle. “She didn’t love me! She lied to me.”
“No, she didn’t mean to lie to you. I know! They didn’t give her a choice, but she wanted to tell you the truth. We can go back in time, and you can tell yourself not to kill her.” I placed my hands on the glass and locked my eyes with his. “If you ever loved her, if there’s an ounce of good left in you, you’ll help me, Sylar. Please Gabriel, please.”
“How are we going to go back in time? I don’t have that power.” His hands came up to cover mine on the glass. “Are you going to let me kill Hiro to get it?”
“Yes,” I said. I gave him a huge smile. “If you kill Hiro, and we go back in time to save Elle then the future will all be different. Think about it. If we go back, you can be happy. Elle can be happy, and I can marry Peter.”
“But Hiro will be dead,” he pointed out, but I could tell he was thinking about it. “I did love Elle. I do sort of miss her. OK if you give me Hiro, I’ll make sure that Elle doesn’t die. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal.” I nodded and kissed the glass. “I’ll get you out of here, and then we can get Hiro. He won’t stay dead anyway because if you change the past you won’t need to kill him in the future which is our present.”
“Whatever,” Sylar said, waving his hand to dismiss me. “Get me out of here, or get Hiro here. Either works, and then we’ll save your sister.”
***
This is a badfic. Common sense, decency and good taste suffered for each of those 1057 words.
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