M3 drabble meme
I stole this from barkinmad . She doesn't know yet, so don't tell her.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. I obviously picked Matt/Mohinder/Molly.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. I have a short playlist on right now, so the same artist might appear more than once. Ack
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Note: All the drabbles are meant to stand alone, so there might be some inconsistencies and repetitions.
01. City - Sara Bareilles - Mohinder
The move from Madras to New York was more shocking than Mohinder had expected it to be. He knew about the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. He was familiar with the inability to move gracefully through the crowded streets. The apathy that existed between pedestrians was something he was already accustomed to. What he hadn't expected was the lights. The endless lights that seemed to consume the city, stretching eternally down every street until they disappeared into the horizon. He didn't know which way to go, so he wandered. He wandered and lost himself in his thoughts. His tenure, his father, genetics. Every line of thought he explored was like the streets of New York; never ending, never resting. Lost.
02. Come Round Soon - Sara Bareilles - Matt
Ink on paper shouldn't be able to make Matt tremble like this. He wanted to tear the picture into tiny pieces and stomp on them. He wanted all the tears he had cried to wash that smug smile off of his father's face. Matt pretends like it was traumatizing when his father left. The truth was that it was a blessing. Even though his father had left him, the stink of alcohol had never left his nose, the taste of blood remained forever on his tongue, the echoes of his father's rages rung eternally in his ears. It wasn't the rage that had been churning inside him for twenty five years that made Matt tremble. It was that deep within that foul heat of hate was a nugget of hope. A childish hope that his father still loved him.
03. Between The Lines - Sara Bareilles - Matt/Janice
“Why do I always have to read between the lines with you, Janice?” Matt asked, throwing his hands in the air with frustration. “You say you want me home more, but every time I'm here you try to pick a fight with me. What's up with you?”
Janice kept her back to Matt, folding his shirts roughly. “You tell me.”
Matt stared at the back of her head silently and could feel the pathetic fizzle of a spark between them finally extinguish. “Janice...do you even love me anymore?”
Janice tucked his shirts away and closed the drawer softly. When she turned to face him, her eyes held all the answers.
04. Vegas- Sara Bareilles - Matt/Molly
It was time for a fresh start. It was time to take a risk. His life in Los Angeles was over. He and Janice weren't he and Janice anymore, his badge was all but worthless now, his best friend was a fraud. Yes, a drastic change was in order. Thank God for those four holes in his chest. Because of them, he was now in a place where nobody knew his name. Well, almost nobody. A bright and optimistic little girl sat at his bedside, reading him an old copy of 9th Wonders. A fresh start with a fresh-faced angel. It wasn't as exciting as Vegas, but he had a feeling she was worth the gamble.
05. One Sweet Love - Sara Bareilles - Matt/Mohinder (slashy)
It was so real that it frightened him. Mohinder had never considered himself as anything but heterosexual. As he reflected back on his life, however, he could easily see the inconsistencies. “Appreciating masculine features does not make me gay,” he had reminded himself as a teenager.
The relationship that had blossomed between Mira and himself was based solely on the approval of others. The approval of his own soul never came into question. He had made love to her, yes, but it was always empty. Their entire relationship had been empty. Matt filled that void until it was ready to burst, although he certainly didn't know it yet. It might have been Matt's laid back demeanor. It might have been the way Matt was the first to laugh at somebody's joke. It might have been the way Matt kissed Molly goodnight. Mohinder didn't know when it happened, or what caused it, but he knew that he was in love. It was sweet, real, and the one thing in his life that he was sure of.
06. Gravity - Sara Bareilles - Matt/Mohinder (slashy)
How could one man hold such gravity on his soul?
Whenever he was near, Mohinder's entire being fell into Matt's. His scent, his shape, his voice - it was all consuming. It was also terrifying. It shamed him to admit that even the most accidental of touches would send jolts through his body. This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Mohinder wasn't supposed to fall in love, especially to another man. Heart of stone, as his father always said, he must have a heart of stone. Such was Matt's gravity, though, that even when they were on opposites sides of the globe, Mohinder's heart warmed with a thought and he swore he could feel a tug on his soul.
07. Zero to Hero - Hercules - Matt/Molly
“Please don't die, Officer Parkman. You're my hero!”
The words reverberated through his mind as he was wheeled into the back of the ambulance. His soul wrapped around them, protecting them as the doctors removed four pieces of lead from his torso. They were the one bright star in a pitch black sky as his heart began to fail. It grew dimmer with each passing moment, but Matt didn't want to see it fade. He reached out for it, stretching his soul until he felt like it might snap in two. One finger, then two. Then his whole hand wrapped around the small star. It was warm, comforting and full of life. He pressed it to his heart and felt its light flow through his veins in a brilliant moment of absolute clarity. A hero. To somebody, he was a hero.
He opened his eyes and squinted at the pale hospital light. Everything seemed to spinning. The room, his stomach, his mind. Until that angelic voice spoke once again and brought everything to a stable halt.
“Officer Parkman, you're alive!”
08. Morningside* - Sara Bareilles - Matt/Mohinder (naughtyslashy)
Matt's morningside was something Mohinder could stare at all day. There was a peaceful glow to his face, the ghost of a wicked smile on his lips. But it wasn't Matt's morningside that Mohinder craved. It was the wild nights that led to it. They started with lips. Lips on lips. Then hands. Hands on chests, hands on hips, hands on cocks. Then the lips returned to replace the hands. Bed, cocks, sweat, tongues, condom, thrusts, satisfaction. And oh, God had it been satisfying.
Mohinder certainly liked the serenity of Matt's morningside, but serenity was overrated. Mohinder shifted closer and let his fingers slip below the belt of Matt's pajamas.
09**. Apologize(Remix) - OneRepublic - Mohinder/Molly/Sylar
"Don't worry,” Sylar had cooed into the phone. “I'm taking good care of the little one.”
Mohinder had rescued Molly, but the damage had already been done. Every time she looked at him, the scorn in her eyes was obvious. “How could you? How could you lead him back to me?” they seemed to scream. She shied away from his touch, shied away from his advice, shied away from him. It was no wonder. Sylar had murdered her parents and was intent on murdering her. She was alive and safe now, but the trust between them had shattered into a million little pieces.
“Molly, I'm sorry,” Mohinder had pleaded to her at the kitchen table one night.
“It's too late to apologize, Mohinder,” Matt had muttered around his mashed potatoes.
Matt was right, of course, so Mohinder made the decision to move away. He kept in touch with Molly by way of hand written letters for months after he left, but even in them he could sense her disdain.
10. Baby, It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin - Matt/Mohinder
“It's not even cold, Mohinder.”
“I happen to think that it's quite frigid.”
“It's, like, fifty-four degrees outside.”
“I lived in India, Matt. The temperature never dropped below seventy.”
Matt pursed his lips and studied Mohinder for a moment. “You just want to wear a scarf, don't you?”
“Shut up.”
I totally cheated. Three minutes isn't enough time to write an entire drabble, so I modified the rules a little bit. I listened to a song and wrote a drabble based on its theme. If the theme didn't really apply to anything Heroes related, I wrote a drabble based on the songs title.
*Note: "Morningside" is defined as 'one's appearance after a night of sex.'
** Note: The original song that popped up for this was Blink-182's song “I Want To Fuck A Dog In The Ass”. I decided against writing a drabble about that.