#1 Mylar - asking Elle to carry their baby

Elle was rarely uncomfortable, but sitting on this too-squashy sofa, with the serial killer Sylar and the mondo-conflicted Mohinder staring at her, holding this mug with ‘World’s Best Daddy’ on it, was making her squirm enough. The question she’d just been asked was threatening to make her physically ( Read more... )

#1
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Crack  "Do you have PMT or something?"
Rating : M

#2
Prompt : Peter/Nathan Bittersweet
Rating : M

#3
Prompt : Peter/Nathan "Angels Would Fall" by Melissa Etheridge
Rating : NC17
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All are PG-13

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Mohinder could tell he wasn’t sleeping. Usually after such a steamy session Gabriel was out like a light, but tonight something was niggling at him. Mohinder was determined not to rise to his ridiculous musings and hugged the pillow, trying to drift off.

“It’s just….”

Mohinder moaned. “Will you please leave it, I told you I don’t know where ( Read more... )

Mohinder panted, his back aching from bending over to roll the snowball into something vaguely head-sized.

“Need some help there?” Gabriel smirked, watching Mohinder’s exertion.

“No thankyou, some of us want to get into the spirit of things, not just cheat.” Mohinder heaved the head onto his snowman and concentrated on placing the carrot ( Read more... )

 
( Gabriel stared into Mohinder's eyes as they lay facing each other )

Pairing : Sylar/Mohinder/Gabriel

“Huh,”

It took a lot to render Sylar speechless, but this, yes, this would just about do it. He had assumed the ability of Joy Watson would create an image, like a projection, but here was a living, breathing, trembling doppelganger. He inclined his head quizzically, running his eyes over Gabriel’s body.

“Do ( Read more... )

Pairing : Firefly : Mal/Simon

There was an old Earth-That-Was saying, Simon recalled from his ancient lit classes. Something like ‘taking the rough with the smooth’. He knew his friends would roll their eyes when they saw his latest client but he didn’t care. As soon as he’d seen the man on the cortex he’d known the type. First time applicant, ( Read more... )

Pairing : Noah/Nathan

Nathan stared at the ringing cellphone, too tired to even lean forward to see the caller ID. Eventually he sighed heavily and stretched to pick it up. Bennet. Well this could be one thing or the other and he seriously hoped it was the other.

“Petrelli.”

“I’m guessing you’re in that fishbowl of an office again? Well ( Read more... )