Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Character: Sylar/Peter
Genre: slash
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 444
Rating: R language and blood
Prompts: 01. Hemophobia; Fear of Blood {it’s just a little blood} for 13_fears 1/13
098. No time for sickness. for 100_fairytales 44/100
Claudia: Quit talking like some silly simpering schoolgirl. You're a military woman, born, bred, and trained and you're too much of a scrapper to give up like this without a fight! for scifi_muses vol3.week24
Notes: Set during the Wall

“I can’t look,” Peter said with a squeak as he turned his head to the side. His dark hair was plastered against his forehead, and he was breathing hard like he’d run a marathon. I could see the pain in his dark eyes, and I hated it. “Just do it, OK.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Wanted to give him shit about being a coward, and how he should suck it up like a man instead of whining like a little boy. But when he looked at me with so much trust I didn’t know what to do. I’d seen that look before, and it wasn’t for me. Those eyes were for Nathan. That was who he wanted to take care of him. It wasn’t the serial killer who murdered his brother.

“I don’t want to do this, Peter.” There was so much blood running down his leg, soaking the fabric of his jeans. The broken bottle had sliced right through them and his leg when he’d fallen. Guilt filled my gut when I thought about him getting hurt, about his blood on my hands. It was my fault. I’d been the one to start the fight that ended in us trying to tear each other apart on the floor of the convenience store. My fault that he’d crashed into a display of vodka that had shattered on impact.

“Well you have to. I can’t fucking stitch up the back of my own leg now can I?” He reached over and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled. It hurt when he pulled my hair, and for a little payback I poured more of the cheap booze on the cut. Peter hissed like a snake at the sudden burning pain. “I told you how to do it, asshole. Just thread the damn needle and start sewing.”

“I hope it leaves a huge scar,” I said, lying through my teeth as I bit into my lip. The sight of blood was making me sick, and that wasn’t normal for me at all. For the first time since I split Brian Davis’ head open, I didn’t want to lick the blood off of my fingers. I hated the sight of it. I was so afraid that he’d get an infection and die, leaving me alone once more.

“Yeah so do I. Chicks dig scars, Sylar.” He reached for my head again, and I jerked away, afraid that he was going to pull my hair or hit me. He let out a heavy sigh, and patted me on the shoulder instead. “I know you can do this. Don’t be afraid of a little blood.”

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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

Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000ish
Rating: PG - Sylar swears a lot. Work safe no smut
Prompt: #36 Like wind in the hot sun for 100_fairytales 14/100
Dr. Walter Bishop: Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I'm not interested in what you think! for scifi_muses
Notes: Peter bet Sylar he couldn't go for a week without using his powers while they're on a road trip. Written for empath_peter

( Don't make me turn this car around! )

100 Fairytales Table

Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 773
Rating: R - violence
Prompt: The first to see the sunrise for 100_fairytales
John Smith: I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. for scifi_muses
Notes: My own beginning to Volume 6 - Brave New World

( Alpha and Omega )

100 Fairytales Table

I'm not quite cheating on this one, but I've already written the perfect letter for #13.

I'm Sorry Peter

The Letter Blog

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 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.”

Character: Sylar/Peter, Angela
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1143
Rating: Work safe, some swearing
Notes: After the Wall and the end of S4

( 300,000 graves... )

Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1119
Rating: Work Safe lots of angst
Notes: verse - the wall, missing scene
Prompt: Runnin’ With the Devil Vol2.Week29 scifi_muses

( I Got No Love, no love you'd call real )

Tittle: You Selfish Prick!
Author: thewatchmaker
Ranting: R for language and violence
Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1030
Notes: Missing scene from 'the Wall'. SPOILERS FOR THE WALL.
Verse: the wall - that I'm writing with futureboyscout
Prompt: The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor, Dark Lady would never turn a card up anymore.for scifi_muses

( That was mine.... )

Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 896
Rating: R for language and dirty thoughts
Notes: Missing scene from 'the Wall'. SPOILERS FOR THE WALL.
Verse: the wall - that I'm writing with futureboyscout
Prompt: Sawyer: A tiger can't change his stripes.for scifi_muses

( ....I'm going to kill him.... )