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Carpet!yay
"We are never going to get that out of the carpet," The Indian man said, shaking his head in dismay. His lover reflected on the way his short black curls bounced as he did this, the locks wet and glossy with sweat.
"So what?" Sylar asked, leaning back into the sofa, stretching his naked body out languidly like some sort of feline, drawing Mohinder's ( Read more... ) -
Broken Wings
Mohinder was in the kitchen making tea for himself and his lover, when he heard the glassy thump of something hitting the window in the living room. Pausing to set down the teakettle, he wandered into the other room, seeing that his significant other had already reached the balcony door. It was not a nice balcony, just some dirty windows and a ( Read more... ) -
Row
I promise I'll be posting a new fic soon. It's fluff/angst...I can't seem to make just fluff. I have some more plot bunnies running around, and hopefully they'll want to come hopping out soon. I want to write a Creepy!Sylar soon, that should be fun and messed up.
I need Heroes. I mees it.
For Christmas my friend bought me a 'ZQ Is My Hero' ( Read more... ) -
!$#%##$
So I decided to try writing one of the prompts on Mylar board right? I'm all 'I can do 250 words or less' Oh wait, no I can't. I did one for 'carpet' and it's 580-something words. I am so pissed because I don't want to cut it down. I think I might just post it and pretend it didn't start out as a prompt. And I was all 'Wow, this is short" No, no ( Read more... ) -
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Note: All the folklore Sylar used about Gabriel is said to be true, and the song/poem he tells Mohinder IS an actual poem.
"Now in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the descendants of David; and the virgin's name was Mary."
Luke 1:26-27
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The Sleepover Chapter 4
Should he be grateful or ashamed? Mohinder didn’t know anymore. The man had saved his life, done more than he had ever done for any human being, and Mohinder couldn’t even begin to explain why. Sylar was an obvious sociopath, a man who needed no one and nothing but power. When Mohinder was finally able to choke down some food, he ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
When he made breakfast for Molly in the morning, he thought about it. When he introduced Bob to the young woman from the Dominican Republic with the tears of death, he thought about it. When he went to bed that night, he thought about it. He thought about what he had said to the young blonde woman with sociopathic tendencies.
If you hadn’ ( Read more... ) -
The Sleepover Chapter 3 Part 2
Sylar had heard the scream from four blocks away. He heard the scream and knew it was Mohinder. He dropped the newspaper he had been reading, taking off in the direction of Mohinder’s scream for help. If he had had time, he would have been amused at this development. Wasn’t this something superheroes were supposed to do? ( Read more... ) -
The Sleepover Chapter 3 Part 1
Mohinder desperately needed a cold shower. Not only had he just been on his knees in front a terrifyingly handsome mass murderer only a few moments earlier, but his chest and pajama pants were covered in drying semen. He had looked up at Sylar, eyes huge with fear, but Sylar had only chuckled, patted Mohinder’s curly hair, and walked out of the ( Read more... ) -
The Sleepover Chapter 2
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“What are you working on?” Sylar asked as Mohinder shook his head to wake himself from the reverie of his thoughts.
“Not my research if that’s what you’re wondering,” Mohinder replied, eyes narrowing in Sylar’s direction.
Sylar chuckled, ignoring the obvious mistrust. “You’re up late tonight. ( Read more... )