watchmakersylar: (Fucking Mean)
I brushed my fingertips along the drawers of Angela Petrelli’s desk. She had the Sylar, and I wanted it. There were still holes in my memories. Nathan’s were thankfully fading away, although I was afraid that I’d touch something in here that would make him come back.

God I couldn’t deal with that. I was almost me again, and I can’t afford to lose ground now.

Then I reached into the bottom drawer, and I saw a flash of the bitch peeling up a fake bottom. I grinned as I pried it open, and there it was my broken watch.
watchmakersylar: (BW & Smexy)
1. Comfortable - Peter for [ profile] empath_peter
2. Chocolate Chips - Skylar for [ profile] empath_peter
3. Convertible - Auggie for [ profile] talldarknpsycho
4. Cop - Skylar for [ profile] onepowerpete
5. Coffee - Auggie for [ profile] ibreath
6. Thunder - Auggie - [ profile] garyisanalpha
7. Tempted - Skylar - [ profile] garyisanalpha
8. Toes - Sasan - [ profile] garyisanalpha
9. Tough - Sasan for me
10. Tequila - Auggie for [ profile] rosasaurusreckz
watchmakersylar: (Puppies and Unicorns)
Character: Gabriel Gray aka Sylar and various other Heroes characters
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 20/100 word drabbles
Rating: The worst is an R
Notes: Written for Round One of [ profile] drabbles20in20. Told from various points in Sylar's story some pre and post series drabbles as well as canon based. Since Heroes was canceled almost a year ago, I don't count any of this as spoilers.

Here be Drabbles )
watchmakersylar: (Peter/Sylar Let me love you)
Peter stood next to me at Nathan’s grave. Our years alone had smoothed the jagged edges of his grief, but it was still there like a black cloud.

“Give me the finger.”

“You are nuts.” Peter chuckled and flipped me off.

Nathan’s ring was clutched in my hand. I carefully slipped it onto his middle finger. His hands were smaller than Nathan’s, or mine, so no ring finger for Peter.

“God, Sylar.” Peter’s tears made me cry. “I…the boys…they…”

“Nathan wanted you to have it.” I pulled him into my arms and held him until I lost track of time.

The Drabble Meme
watchmakersylar: (Paper Man)
Character: Sylar and Mr. Muggles
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 300
Rating: G
Lucy Van Pelt: [Snoopy licks her face] Ugh! I've been kissed by a dog! I have dog germs! Get hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some Iodine!. for [ profile] scifi_muses

The First Meeting –

The yapping began before I finessed the door open with telekinesis, and the little orange terror snapped at me. I nearly sent the fluff ball into the far corner of the Bennet’s living room. I mean it wouldn’t be all that difficult to kick the stupid dog into next week especially wearing the nice work boots I scored at Primatech on my way out.

Then I noticed the tail wagging, and he stepped away to let me inside. “Good dog,” I said, scooping him up and let him lick my face. “Now show Uncle Sylar where Claire Bear’s bedroom is.”

The Second Encounter –

Claire hit me so much harder than I expected. She didn’t hit like a girl at all. Nathan and Noah should both be proud of her. I hit her bedroom floor, dazed and pissed off. I was caught in that shadow spot where my brain tried to shut down, so I could pass out. My eyes drifted shut, and then I was jerked wide awake.

It was slick. Slick and warm and it slithered up my nostrils, clearing any fogginess from my brain. “Nice tongue you got there, Muggles. Let’s not try to lick my brain through my nose, OK?”

The Third Date –

“Daddy it’s a dog!” Noah ran across the room flailing towards Mr. Muggles. Muggles quivered and ran away, playing tag with Noah until they both ended up on the sofa. Giggles and snorts filled the air as the dog licked Noah’s face and hands. “Is he my dog?”

“We’re taking care of him for your Auntie Claire.”

“But we live here now, so he’s my dog?” Noah wrapped his arms around Muggles and looked at me.

“Yeah, he’s your dog.” I carried in our boxes and set them down. “But you have to help take care of him.”

“Deal Daddy!”
watchmakersylar: (Happy - Carny)
“Are you sure I won’t get in trouble, Sylar?” Will sat next to me as I untangled the Christmas lights from the spool.

“Why would you get in trouble? She knows that Gabe and I are teaching you. It’s just telekinesis.” Not as if I’m teaching you how to carve open a skull because I’m pretty sure Scully and Mulder would find a way to permanently remove my balls for that.

“Now let me show you how it’s done.” Taking the end of the lights, I started using my telekinesis to string them around the branches. “Now it’s your turn.”

The Drabble Meme
watchmakersylar: (BW & Smexy)
My friend [ profile] julia_anders had an idea, and I'm turning it into a Meme. Thanks sweetheart!

Give me a gift, and I will write you a drabble about it. If your gift is particularly inspiring, you may get a ficlet. The drabbles will be left as a reply to your reply.

Anything goes. One gift per account/character.

Please use this format to reply.
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Share this one with your friends!
watchmakersylar: (PIE)
Character: Sylar, Gabriel, Elle, Luke, Peter
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 700
Rating: PG
Rannie: I baked a pie full of rat poison. I thought I could eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who is 86...she really likes sweets. She had three pieces. for [ profile] scifi_muses
On the Seventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Seven Pieces of Pie. for [ profile] heroes_sylar
Notes: 7 canon based Drabbles each featuring a pie from various points in Sylar/Gabriel's life.

Seven slices of my life... )

12 Days of Sylar

Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
watchmakersylar: (watchmaker bullshit)
I folded my arms across my chest, leaning over the edge of the bluff to look down. I could hear Claire’s scream echoing of the walls of the canyon as she fell. We were high enough up for her to reach terminal velocity, and she hit the ground like a ripe watermelon.

Gabe and I mirrored each other as we licked our lips, both of us counting down the seconds while we waited. “What if she doesn’t come back?”

“We’ll need a spatula?” I joked. “She’ll be back.”

“Well if she’s not walking in two minutes you lose the bet.”

Drabble List

Gabe is [ profile] graylikeme and featured with love and affection.
watchmakersylar: (Boom Animated)
“Pull your head out of your ass, Liz.” I glared, stalking toward Liz and forcing her to back up until she was against the cinderblock walls of the training room. “Stop being afraid of your power!”

“I can’t!” She trembled, and I could feel the flare of her anger. “I’ll hurt someone.”

“You’ll hurt them if you can’t control it. If you don’t practice, you can’t learn control.” I was pushing her, and it was only a matter of time before she lashed out at me. Good thing I can’t die. “You’re not some idiot like Peter Petrelli. Now focus!”

Drabble List
watchmakersylar: (Love Gabe)
This should be easier. We are the same person. It shouldn’t be difficult to figure out what Gabe thinks is romantic. When I come downstairs dressed up to take him out for our date, I get the impression that he’s caught between being pleased and giggling. He looks good. He looks really good.

“We should do this more often,” I say, with a grin.

“I hate dressing up, brother.” He pouts a bit and runs his fingers along the lapels of my jacket. “But you look good.”

“So do you.” I don’t let him object, silencing him with another kiss.

Drabble List

Gabe is [ profile] graylikeme who is as always featured with much love.
watchmakersylar: (Pain!)
“I only had two beers.” The world was spinning. It shouldn’t do that. I looked down at my empty mug, blinking at Julia. “Why isn’t my regen working?”

“Because I got you drunk, Sylar.” I could see the twinkle in her eyes. She was hammered, and she was leaking, using her empathy to make me feel it.

“Don’t like losing control.” I took a deep breath, trying to block her power.

“You said you wanted to have fun.” She smiled as I slumped back into the chair. “Enjoy it.”

“Fun for me, means murder.”

That turned her smile upside down.

Drabble Meme
watchmakersylar: (Murder)
It’d been too long since I’d felt blood on my fingers. Too long since I tasted the coppery tang on my tongue, and my sanity was frayed to gossamer tatters. There was no sense of right or wrong. It didn’t matter that I knew this girl. It didn’t concern me that her power was useless. All I cared about was slicing her head open and slipping my fingers along the folds of her brain.

Amy was panting, dragging one leg, trying to escape around the corner. I let her think she could get away. It was more fun that way.

Drabble Meme
watchmakersylar: (Love Gabe)
Prompts: Bond for [ profile] charloft and 045. With his whole heart for [ profile] 100_fairytales 16/100

I was free to do what I wanted, or so I thought. She promised a mother’s love, but she lied. I would have done anything for Angela if only she’d been telling the truth. She betrayed me, and that bond was broken. I was free to kill. Free to take whatever I wanted.

Another bond was the last thing I wanted when I walked into the shop and saw you there, working so hard on your watch. You asked me if I needed anything, and I realized what I needed more than anything.

I needed you, Gabriel. I needed you.

For [ profile] graylikeme with love as always.

100 Fairytales Table
watchmakersylar: (Beautiful killer)
Character: Sylar and Daphne
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompts: #009 The Worn Out Shoes for [ profile] 100_fairytales

She ran. Her arms and legs a blur of motion as she raced away from him. She could hear him. Feel him. Each time she thought she was safe, she’d see him again, dressed in his black coat, his eyes boring into her soul. She was tired, legs trembling with exhaustion. No one could run faster than she could. Daphne was sure of it. The wind was knocked out of her as she was pinned against the wall. Her screams echoed through the alley as he cut into her forehead, her worn shoes tapping on the bricks as she died.

100 Fairytales Table
watchmakersylar: (I've Been Bad)
Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 9/ 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Mohinder

Baggage – Sylar/Gabriel
“You’re packing too much, Gabe.” I watched while he shoved yet another package of underwear into his over filled suitcase. “It’s only three days.”

“Sylar.” He gave me that look mom always did when she was about to tell me I was wrong. “Just because you traveled from one end of the country and back with one pair of jeans and no underwear doesn’t mean I want to.”

“I had underwear.” I frowned, looking down at my single bag. “I know how to travel light.”

“How much?”

“I had enough.”

“Two pairs you wash in the sink is not enough.”

Summer Sport – Sylar/Peter
“Don’t you dare, Sylar!” Peter hooked me in the ribs with his elbow, and I dropped my hand back onto the armrest. “No cheating.”

“I wasn’t going to cheat, Peter. I was going to scratch my nose.”

“You were not. You were going to use telekinesis to help the pitcher.” He was pissed. Apparently baseball is serious business for Peter Petrelli. “I’ll scratch your nose.”

“Gee I should have told you I was going to scratch my balls then, huh?” I was laughing too hard from the look on his face to notice the ball sailing out of the park.

Broken Clock
Shadows shifted across the living room floor. I could hear the sound of snoring echoing loudly from the bedrooms upstairs. Chandra’s list was neatly folded in my back pocket. Saliva pooled as I thought about the power that would be mine very, very soon. It’d been weeks since Brian, and I wanted more.

I was three steps up when it got my attention, the carriage clock ticking in a broken rhythm on the mantel, calling out for me to find out what was wrong with it. “I’ll be back for you on my way out. I’ll take you with me.”

Ferris Wheel – Sylar/Lydia
She laced our fingers together, and I had a hard time paying attention to the view or the clicking of the Ferris Wheel’s gears because of the ink flowing over Lydia’s skin. We moved higher, and her grip tightened.

“Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not.” I thought I would be. I’d been afraid to get on the ride, but instead the height made me feel better. I was safe up here above the lights and the tents. “It feels like I’m flying.”

Lydia pressed her lips over mine in a long kiss. “I promise to make you like solid ground too.”

The colors and texture reminded me of the mixed berry pie I had a few weeks ago at the diner. It was warm and stuck to my fingers. It didn’t smell as good of course. It smelled of copper and death, but I did like the taste of the blood it on my fingers when I brought my thumbnail to my mouth to worry at it.

“I’m afraid I can’t fix you, Brian, but I think I’ve figured out how to fix me.” I pushed my fingers back into his brain, and smiled when I found what made him special.

Hermit Crab
I looked in the mirror, being extra careful to get my hair to lay just right. Mom would see the difference in me if I wasn’t careful, and I needed her to see Gabriel. I felt like a hermit crab, trading one shell for the next as I pulled on Gabe’s brown cord jacket instead of my black pea coat.

That’s when I heard them in the studio. The sound of two hearts beating, but when I looked they were gone. It’s not paranoia if they are out to get you. There were lots of people out to get me.

Palm Tree
I tried to convince myself the jungle had been worse with the humidity, the buzzing mosquitoes, the spiders that were bigger than my hand, but at least there, there had been shade.

The desert was an endless gravel pit of beige sand. Not oasis filled with palm trees and cool water was waiting for me. No genie’s lamp was waiting for me to polish. There were no wishes for Sylar.

When my bare feet cut and burning from the heat hit the asphalt I thought I’d found heaven, I was on a road. A road meant civilization. It meant hope.

The window popped open with a bit of telekinesis, and I slithered into the office without a sound. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light from the few glowing bulbs in the ceiling. It could hear the click of someone typing away at a keyboard, but they were too far away to notice me.

Security wouldn’t be here for another 15 minutes. I had plenty of time. Using my super hearing and more telekinesis, I unlocked the safe like a pro. Inside I found stacks of cash and the folder I was looking for. I took all of it.

Stupid People
My fingers dug into his scalp as I slammed his face into the desk one more time. “Now you are going to give me the password for your laptop, or I’m going to smear your guts from one end of this apartment to the other.”

“Then you won’t get it, Mr. Sylar.” Mohinder spat blood at me. “I won’t help you kill those people.”

“Do you know what the difference is between a hero from a fantasy book with knights in shining armor, Mohinder and someone like you who thinks you can make a difference? You’re too stupid to live.”

It was moist, fluffy with strawberry filling. The only way it could have been better was if the cake had been chocolate. But then murderers can’t be choosers. The blood from my fingers did blend nicely with the filling and contrast with the white cake.

“What do you think, Sue?” I frowned she didn’t answer and shoved a bite of her birthday cake into her mouth. “There now try some.”

Her coworkers were huddled in the corner, shaking and pissing unable to move while I held them with telekinesis. “I’m afraid you can’t have any.”

Their blood was pretty too.
watchmakersylar: (Glaring)
Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 13 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Maya and Alejandro

I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.

But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.

You preach at me, dare to call me a monster, lock me up and strip me of everything that made me human. You watched me, waiting for me to become what I am, and when it didn’t happen fast enough you poked at me until I lost my soul.

Now you punish me for becoming who you wanted. How noble of you, Bennet, to hunt me and spout off about how evil I am, when I’m who you wanted me to be. You could have left me alone. You could have left me to be Gabriel Gray.

Payback’s a bitch.

They are mine. Every single power I ever wanted, and I’m more special than anyone. Not even Saint Peter Petrelli could stand up to me. He tried though. Broken with one pitiful power at a time, he tried. Too stupid to realize he’d been beaten until he was blowing bubbles of snot and blood when I was done with him. It wasn’t until the light faded from his eyes that he knew I was the best. I can take the entire world now, and make it whatever I want.

I am the King of the World. Peter is worm food.

She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.

I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.

Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.

I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.

She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.

It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.

But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”

Dawn – Sylar/Peter
I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.

I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?

The Last Time You Loved – Sylar/Gabriel
He is sleeping so deeply, dark lashes featuring over his cheeks, his glasses on the nightstand. I leaned on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. I could see the flicker of his eyes as a dream visited him. I hope it is a good one. I want only good dreams for him, dreams filled with fantasy and hopes fulfilled.

This is what he has given me, love, hope and faith in a future that would be filled with the two of us sharing our time together. He is my life, my eternity, and I love him.

Blood covered my knuckles, and none of it was mine. Noah was wheezing through the ruin of his nose, his glasses crushed beneath my boots as I held him up by the collar. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, and I had no doubt a few of his teeth were scattered in the gravel of the rooftop.

“Who’s insignificant now, asshole? Not me, I’m the biggest bad on the fucking planet, thanks to you. You could have let me die, but oh no, you had to get Elle to push my buttons. How’s that working out for you Mr. Bennet?”

Last Thing You Lost
Through the music box shop window, I watched as the ballerinas danced and carousel horses ran in circles while tinny music played. A few of them were broken. I could feel where their gears didn’t quite fit together properly, but they weren’t what had my attention.

It was the dozens of snow globes that glowed among the music boxes. It wasn’t an expensive fancy one calling to me; it was a cheap ball of glass filled with green trees and a miniature of Mount Hood.

I left Oregon in the crusty snow that covered her grave. “I miss you, mom.”

The stink of charred flesh filled my regenerated lungs. I couldn’t move, the muscles were fighting to knit together while the flames roared. Meredith’s inferno was hotter than any normal fire. Hot enough that it destroyed whatever had been driven into my skull to kill me.

Silly rabbits, I thought as I writhed in pain and fire. They should have cut my head off that would have prevented my rebirth and future revenge. They’d pay for this just like they’ll pay for everything else.

A torrent of water blasted through a wall, dousing the flames. I screamed as finished healing.

Ring – Sylar/Gabriel
It had to be special without being ostentatious. It can’t be too sleek or modern either. He’s neither of those things. Well he is to me, but he doesn’t see it. I want them to match, but finding a ring to signify both of our personalities is going to be a bitch. But if it was easy, would it be worth it?

We’ve both fought to be where we are in our lives and with each other. Neither one of us likes easy, easy is for the mindless masses. It’s not for Gabriel or me. We’re too special for that.

Travel Troubles – Sylar, Maya, Alejandro




Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, before I bash your heads together. I chugged half a bottle of tepid water, washing grit from between my teeth. I wanted a bed, a bath and a brick to kill the wonder fucking twins. I didn’t care that they had powers anymore. I wanted them to stop being so goddamn loud when I was trying to sleep.

“Gabriel, you’re awake!” Maya said, bouncing around to look at me. “Alejandro won’t let me drive.”

“I’ll drive.”

Alejandro glared at me.

“You sleep.” Or die. Either would be a vast improvement.
watchmakersylar: (Cutting)
She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.

I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.

Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.

100 Drabbles of Summer Table
watchmakersylar: (Kirby Plaza fight)
I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.

But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.

Master List of Prompts
watchmakersylar: (Petlar B&W)
Title: Temper Tantrum #9
Pairing/Characters: Petlar
Prompt: "brain, nail, body, glass."
Rating: R for almost smut
Warning: None
Notes: I can't believe I got those words. I was LMAO. Someone had an idea over on [ profile] sylar_peter to write drabbles inspired by the verification words we got on Save One Show. Here's my 120 word drabble set during the Wall of course.

I raked my nails down his face, leaving a trail of bloody scratches as I shifted my weight, pinning Peter beneath me on the mosaic of broken glass that had been the shop’s window. His thumb gouged into my eye as he struggled to get me off of him, but he was too small, too tired from swinging the fucking sledgehammer all day to put up a real fight.

“If you used your brain more, you’d know when to play dead.” Fuck every jerk of his body was making me hard. I knew he could feel my cock pressed into his thigh, but it was only fair. I could feel his too. “When to give in, and when take it.”


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Sylar - Gabriel Gray

July 2012

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