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Title: Trick or Treat
Author:leaute Who prays to get in but wished to share this with you regardless
Beta:burningvigor
Word Count: 2296
Rating: R?
Character(s): Peter Petrelli (Ninja Turtle), Harvey Dent (Alice in Wonderland), Guy Cecil (Princess Leia), Sora (French Maid), Zack Fair (Donald Trump), Cloud Strife (Abraham Lincoln), Nathan Petrelli (A Shark), Sylar (Princess Peach), Martin Landel, Claude Kenni (The Fonz)
Pairing(s): Peter/Zack, a sprinkling of Nathan/Cloud, Guy/Claude, Peter/Harvey, Peter/Sora, Peter/Guy, Sylar/Guy, Sylar/Harvey
Summary: After a mass brainwashing of the Institute's male population for his sinister purposes, Martin Landel creates his own bad, yaoi crossover fanfic at the setting of an innocent, Halloween party. Little does he know that a tragic love story will bloom right under his nose.
Notes: Hey, several of you demanded that I write this. What started as a bad parody of smutfic turned into a bad parody of songfic. Yeah, you read it right. Songfic. Also, I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't laugh about this. This fic is very serious business. Also, I don't name everyone in costume, so refer to the character list if you're confused.
It was suitably dark in the Head Doctor's office. Eeriness crept out of every dark corner, and the silence made the air thick, thick with anticipation. On this, the night of All Hallow's Eve, the atmosphere was especially proper. Yes, Martin Landel thought as he clasped his hands before his face, his sinister eyes and twisted smile somehow visible even in the pitch black. This would be a day to remember indeed. All of his work, all of his grand vision... It had all led up to this very moment. The proper subjects had been apprehended and forced through a very special therapy session just as night fell on the unsuspecting Institute, and soon the fruits of all Landel's hard work would be apparent to all who gazed upon its glory...
The glory of yaoi crossover fic in action.
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"For the last time, Nathan, it would've been way too obvious if I'd come as a nurse," Peter sighed as he and his brother walked the halls of the Institute, flashlights and orange plastic pumpkins in each hand. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to the Petrellis to bring any weapons along on this night. Even Nathan, the one who always thought everything through, seemed much more concerned with his brother's choice of costume. He rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Pete. A ninja turtle?" Nathan snorted. "It's too random. A nurse would've been much funnier."
"Funnier to you, maybe," Peter replied huffily. "What's your excuse anyway? A shark isn't random?"
Nathan wiggled his fins angrily, unable to really point any fingers at his brother with his hands covered in shark fin. "Hey. Sharks are very symbolic to me. Remember when I was a lawyer? I went after people in a very... sharklike way. I can smell fear, you know."
Peter had to laugh. "Alright, Jaws, but we better hurry up. I don't want to be late to the party."
"Ever wonder why Landel's throwing a party anyway? It's nightshift, and I haven't seen one monster or brainwashed clown in gold armor hurling swords at me yet." Nathan frowned, but his brother only shrugged in response.
"Who knows? Maybe he got bored with all the mind-raping and torture." It made sense to Peter. Doing something like that had to get boring after a while. Maybe Landel was in it for the money. He made a mental note to ask Sylar what he got paid for being a certified lunatic killer some time. Maybe the benefits were good.
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The party was already in full swing by the time the Petrelli brothers made it. Orange and black streamers were hung all over the walls of the cafeteria and a disco ball hung from the ceiling. Paper cut-outs of cats, bats, and random, unidentifiable tentacle monsters decorated the walls, and the tables were covered in orange and black cloth. Several costumed members of the Institute were already busting moves on the dance floor while a few wallflowers hung out on the sidelines.
Peter was thrilled. Everything looked completely awesome, and they were playing his favorite Beyonce single! Clad in his Donatello garb, the not-so-nurselike nurse began grooving, swaying his hips and really getting into it. Nathan was less impressed. From inside the mouth of his cumbersome shark costume, he raised an eyebrow.
"Beyonce, Pete?"
"Hey." Peter stopped in the middle of his booty shake to turn to his brother. "'All the Single Ladies' is my favorite song. Try not to be a hater." Nathan rolled his eyes again.
"Before you decide to put a ring on it, how about we focus on just what's going on here. Don't you notice anything strange about all this?"
"That Sylar has some surprisingly nice moves?" Peter asked, eying the super villain, who was clad in a Princess Peach get-up, appreciatively from a distance as he started to grind on some terrified guy dressed as Princess Leia. Maybe if they couldn't come to terms with each others' morality, they could always bond on the dance floor. Nathan raised a fin to slap him upside the head.
"No, you idiot. There aren't any women here."
"Really? What about that Alice in Wonderland over there?" Peter winced as Alice turned around, revealing an obvious dude who looked like he'd had half his face melted off. "Nevermind. Ouch."
"Something weird's going on here. You stay put. I'm going to go ask that emo Abraham Lincoln over there with the spiky hair what's going on." With that, Nathan waddled away, his dorsel fins flapping as he walked.
Peter tried to wait. Really, he did. Nathan usually made a lot of sense, but the phat beats that the DJ was laying down were really hard to ignore. One might say they were almost hypnotizing. It wasn't long before the ninja turtle made his way onto the dance floor, unable to resist the music. He scarcely remembered that these were dudes he was grinding his shell on; in fact, the notion somehow didn't bother him at all. Not even when zombie Alice in Wonderland made his way over and started to back it up on him. Peter wrapped his arms around Alice's waist, feeling the scantily clad man's ass grind up against him. Why wasn't this bothering him?
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As the magical night continued, everything became a blissful blur to Peter. He couldn't count the number of dance partners; he'd had everything from a kid who probably wasn't legal giving him a lap dance in a French maid outfit to a surprisingly erotic chicken dance with that guy in the Princess Leia dress. Who, by the way, complimented him on his gentle touch and firm shell.
But the night was drawing to a close. Nathan had ended up ditching him to go make out with Abraham Lincoln; a quick glance across the crowded room revealed the anonymous blond almost disappearing into the gaping maw of his brother's bulky shark costume. It made Peter lonely, and, if he was being honest, a little jealous. Nathan hadn't even wanted to come anyway, and he'd ended up ditching his little brother for some harlot in a top hat who probably wasn't man enough to grow a five o'clock shadow. Peter folded his arms across his chest as he leaned, pouting, against the wall. "No Air" was coming on, and it seemed like everyone had a dance partner. Even Princess Leia was being swooned by some scrawny guy dressed as The Fonz from Happy Days.
"Hey. You know, I'll have to fire you if you don't come dance with me." A light, joking voice interrupted Peter's thoughts. He blinked and turned to face a tall, handsome guy with the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He had a small scar on his cheek and sported a suit and unflattering comb over that made him the most attractive Donald Trump Peter had ever seen. He had to stare for a moment, frozen in time as the other man smiled a goofy, charming smile at him all the while. "You in there?" Peter shook his head, adjusting his ninja turtle headband as it slipped over one eye.
"Yeah... I mean, yes. Dancing would be awesome," he stumbled over his words. The handsome Donald Trump smiled and held out a hand. Speechless, Peter accepted it and was whisked away to a dance floor filled with couples holding each other tight. So swooned by this mysterious stranger was he that he didn't even notice Sylar and Alice in Wonderland cuddling together in the corner of the room.
If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Peter was lost in Donald Trump's eyes, his hands resting on the taller man's shoulders while his partner's did his best to encircle his shell. Looking at this man, staring into his impossibly bright blue eyes was like breathing for the first time. His mind a blur of emotion and impossible urges, he fought to think of something to say.
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
"What's your name?" Peter managed to ask, his voice only cracking slightly.
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
Donald Trump only smiled mysteriously, twirling the two of them around and dipping Peter masterfully, half shell and all.
"Hush," Donald murmured huskily. "No names tonight. Only fond memories."
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air
Peter tried to protest. How could such a magical moment be happening? How did this man expect him to just ignore the fire coursing through his veins? How did he expect Peter to go on, never knowing the name of the mysterious stranger who had swept him off his feet?
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real
Donald pressed a finger to Peter's lips, silencing him with one, tender look. In that second, Peter forgot all of his protests and only moved gracefully in the moment.
If this moment was all he was to have, he would make sure he remembered it.
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care
The pair took the dance floor by storm, weaving in and out of the crowd with a grace and fluidity that Peter hadn't even known he was capable of. The world around him was gone now. He didn't notice anything. Not the circle the rest of the dancers had formed around them. Not even the X-rated things Nathan and Abraham Lincoln were doing with that bowl of candy corn under the table.
So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
The song came to a close all too quickly for Peter. Being an avid Jordin Sparks fan, he knew the final chorus when it started up. A small crack of sunlight was beginning to seep through the windows. Nightshift would soon be over, and so would his dreams. He panicked, tightening his grip on Donald Trump's firm shoulders.
"It can't end like this, Donald. I can't just let you go like this."
Donald only smiled again, wise beyond his years. "I know, but you know this can't be. We aren't even ourselves right now."
Peter looked at his partner, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"All of this. Where we are... What's going on... This isn't us. We just aren't meant to be in the real world," Donald said sadly, shaking his head. Somewhere, deep inside, Peter knew his dance partner was right. There was something wrong about this. Something wrong and right at the very same time.
"I don't care. I don't care if it's wrong. I don't care if I'm not myself or something!" Peter protested regardless. His eyes pleaded with Donald. Or perhaps he was pleading with a higher power. He shook his head as the song drew to a close. "I can't just let you go. I can't stand here and watch you walk away from me."
Donald looked out the window behind Peter. They didn't have much time. Day would come soon, and they would be torn apart regardless of their wishes. He looked back down at Peter as he took a single step back.
"You don't have to watch me go," he whispered with sage-like wisdom that was perhaps beyond his typical character. "I've got an idea. Close your eyes."
"What? But-"
"Just trust me!" Donald Trump insisted.
Peter could see the seriousness in the other man's eyes. For some reason, he trusted this stranger. For some reason, he knew that Donald knew best. Taking one last look at his mysterious partner, as though yearning to memorize his face, Peter closed his eyes. He could feel his mind blurring, the usual sign that morning was near, and for once? He didn't want this Nightshift to end.
It was then, just as Peter could feel himself slipping away, that he felt the soft brush of lips against his.
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air
-----
"Good morning! Time to wake up, lazy bones!"
Peter Petrelli groaned. His nurse's all-too-cheerful voice was probably more obnoxious than that Big Bird alarm clock he'd had as kid. Nevertheless, he knew that it was pointless to argue; they never let you sleep in unless you were sick.
"I'm up, I'm up," he grumbled as he swung his feet over the side of the bed. It was strange. Much as he tried, he couldn't remember a thing that had happened last night. He and Nathan had some plans to... to do something, but everything was just one massive blur in his aching head.
Wincing, Peter stood up and followed his nurse to the cafeteria for breakfast. His head hurt too badly for him to even think about paying any attention to the Head Doctor's cheerful morning announcements. He'd just ask Nathan later what it was all about. It was a pleasant surprise, at least, to find that they were serving waffles today.
With his tray piled high with strawberry-covered waffles, Peter plopped down at the closest empty table he could find. He didn't find it all strange that he didn't recognize the raven-haired patient sitting across from him. There were too many people in this place to remember or even meet all of them. Still, he knew it was best to be polite, so he nodded at the other guy.
"Hey. My name's Peter. Sorry if I'm not much conversation today. Had a rough night, I guess." Peter scratched the back of his head as he gave the other guy a quick once-over. What a crazy hair style.
"Not a problem." The other patient grinned before taking a bite of his own waffles. "I'm pretty new here myself. I'm, uh, kind of still adjusting."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? I don't think any of us ever adjust to this place. What's your name?"
"Zack."
Author:
leaute Beta:
burningvigorWord Count: 2296
Rating: R?
Character(s): Peter Petrelli (Ninja Turtle), Harvey Dent (Alice in Wonderland), Guy Cecil (Princess Leia), Sora (French Maid), Zack Fair (Donald Trump), Cloud Strife (Abraham Lincoln), Nathan Petrelli (A Shark), Sylar (Princess Peach), Martin Landel, Claude Kenni (The Fonz)
Pairing(s): Peter/Zack, a sprinkling of Nathan/Cloud, Guy/Claude, Peter/Harvey, Peter/Sora, Peter/Guy, Sylar/Guy, Sylar/Harvey
Summary: After a mass brainwashing of the Institute's male population for his sinister purposes, Martin Landel creates his own bad, yaoi crossover fanfic at the setting of an innocent, Halloween party. Little does he know that a tragic love story will bloom right under his nose.
Notes: Hey, several of you demanded that I write this. What started as a bad parody of smutfic turned into a bad parody of songfic. Yeah, you read it right. Songfic. Also, I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't laugh about this. This fic is very serious business. Also, I don't name everyone in costume, so refer to the character list if you're confused.
It was suitably dark in the Head Doctor's office. Eeriness crept out of every dark corner, and the silence made the air thick, thick with anticipation. On this, the night of All Hallow's Eve, the atmosphere was especially proper. Yes, Martin Landel thought as he clasped his hands before his face, his sinister eyes and twisted smile somehow visible even in the pitch black. This would be a day to remember indeed. All of his work, all of his grand vision... It had all led up to this very moment. The proper subjects had been apprehended and forced through a very special therapy session just as night fell on the unsuspecting Institute, and soon the fruits of all Landel's hard work would be apparent to all who gazed upon its glory...
The glory of yaoi crossover fic in action.
-----
"For the last time, Nathan, it would've been way too obvious if I'd come as a nurse," Peter sighed as he and his brother walked the halls of the Institute, flashlights and orange plastic pumpkins in each hand. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to the Petrellis to bring any weapons along on this night. Even Nathan, the one who always thought everything through, seemed much more concerned with his brother's choice of costume. He rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Pete. A ninja turtle?" Nathan snorted. "It's too random. A nurse would've been much funnier."
"Funnier to you, maybe," Peter replied huffily. "What's your excuse anyway? A shark isn't random?"
Nathan wiggled his fins angrily, unable to really point any fingers at his brother with his hands covered in shark fin. "Hey. Sharks are very symbolic to me. Remember when I was a lawyer? I went after people in a very... sharklike way. I can smell fear, you know."
Peter had to laugh. "Alright, Jaws, but we better hurry up. I don't want to be late to the party."
"Ever wonder why Landel's throwing a party anyway? It's nightshift, and I haven't seen one monster or brainwashed clown in gold armor hurling swords at me yet." Nathan frowned, but his brother only shrugged in response.
"Who knows? Maybe he got bored with all the mind-raping and torture." It made sense to Peter. Doing something like that had to get boring after a while. Maybe Landel was in it for the money. He made a mental note to ask Sylar what he got paid for being a certified lunatic killer some time. Maybe the benefits were good.
-----
The party was already in full swing by the time the Petrelli brothers made it. Orange and black streamers were hung all over the walls of the cafeteria and a disco ball hung from the ceiling. Paper cut-outs of cats, bats, and random, unidentifiable tentacle monsters decorated the walls, and the tables were covered in orange and black cloth. Several costumed members of the Institute were already busting moves on the dance floor while a few wallflowers hung out on the sidelines.
Peter was thrilled. Everything looked completely awesome, and they were playing his favorite Beyonce single! Clad in his Donatello garb, the not-so-nurselike nurse began grooving, swaying his hips and really getting into it. Nathan was less impressed. From inside the mouth of his cumbersome shark costume, he raised an eyebrow.
"Beyonce, Pete?"
"Hey." Peter stopped in the middle of his booty shake to turn to his brother. "'All the Single Ladies' is my favorite song. Try not to be a hater." Nathan rolled his eyes again.
"Before you decide to put a ring on it, how about we focus on just what's going on here. Don't you notice anything strange about all this?"
"That Sylar has some surprisingly nice moves?" Peter asked, eying the super villain, who was clad in a Princess Peach get-up, appreciatively from a distance as he started to grind on some terrified guy dressed as Princess Leia. Maybe if they couldn't come to terms with each others' morality, they could always bond on the dance floor. Nathan raised a fin to slap him upside the head.
"No, you idiot. There aren't any women here."
"Really? What about that Alice in Wonderland over there?" Peter winced as Alice turned around, revealing an obvious dude who looked like he'd had half his face melted off. "Nevermind. Ouch."
"Something weird's going on here. You stay put. I'm going to go ask that emo Abraham Lincoln over there with the spiky hair what's going on." With that, Nathan waddled away, his dorsel fins flapping as he walked.
Peter tried to wait. Really, he did. Nathan usually made a lot of sense, but the phat beats that the DJ was laying down were really hard to ignore. One might say they were almost hypnotizing. It wasn't long before the ninja turtle made his way onto the dance floor, unable to resist the music. He scarcely remembered that these were dudes he was grinding his shell on; in fact, the notion somehow didn't bother him at all. Not even when zombie Alice in Wonderland made his way over and started to back it up on him. Peter wrapped his arms around Alice's waist, feeling the scantily clad man's ass grind up against him. Why wasn't this bothering him?
-----
As the magical night continued, everything became a blissful blur to Peter. He couldn't count the number of dance partners; he'd had everything from a kid who probably wasn't legal giving him a lap dance in a French maid outfit to a surprisingly erotic chicken dance with that guy in the Princess Leia dress. Who, by the way, complimented him on his gentle touch and firm shell.
But the night was drawing to a close. Nathan had ended up ditching him to go make out with Abraham Lincoln; a quick glance across the crowded room revealed the anonymous blond almost disappearing into the gaping maw of his brother's bulky shark costume. It made Peter lonely, and, if he was being honest, a little jealous. Nathan hadn't even wanted to come anyway, and he'd ended up ditching his little brother for some harlot in a top hat who probably wasn't man enough to grow a five o'clock shadow. Peter folded his arms across his chest as he leaned, pouting, against the wall. "No Air" was coming on, and it seemed like everyone had a dance partner. Even Princess Leia was being swooned by some scrawny guy dressed as The Fonz from Happy Days.
"Hey. You know, I'll have to fire you if you don't come dance with me." A light, joking voice interrupted Peter's thoughts. He blinked and turned to face a tall, handsome guy with the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He had a small scar on his cheek and sported a suit and unflattering comb over that made him the most attractive Donald Trump Peter had ever seen. He had to stare for a moment, frozen in time as the other man smiled a goofy, charming smile at him all the while. "You in there?" Peter shook his head, adjusting his ninja turtle headband as it slipped over one eye.
"Yeah... I mean, yes. Dancing would be awesome," he stumbled over his words. The handsome Donald Trump smiled and held out a hand. Speechless, Peter accepted it and was whisked away to a dance floor filled with couples holding each other tight. So swooned by this mysterious stranger was he that he didn't even notice Sylar and Alice in Wonderland cuddling together in the corner of the room.
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Peter was lost in Donald Trump's eyes, his hands resting on the taller man's shoulders while his partner's did his best to encircle his shell. Looking at this man, staring into his impossibly bright blue eyes was like breathing for the first time. His mind a blur of emotion and impossible urges, he fought to think of something to say.
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
"What's your name?" Peter managed to ask, his voice only cracking slightly.
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
Donald Trump only smiled mysteriously, twirling the two of them around and dipping Peter masterfully, half shell and all.
"Hush," Donald murmured huskily. "No names tonight. Only fond memories."
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air
Peter tried to protest. How could such a magical moment be happening? How did this man expect him to just ignore the fire coursing through his veins? How did he expect Peter to go on, never knowing the name of the mysterious stranger who had swept him off his feet?
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real
Donald pressed a finger to Peter's lips, silencing him with one, tender look. In that second, Peter forgot all of his protests and only moved gracefully in the moment.
If this moment was all he was to have, he would make sure he remembered it.
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care
The pair took the dance floor by storm, weaving in and out of the crowd with a grace and fluidity that Peter hadn't even known he was capable of. The world around him was gone now. He didn't notice anything. Not the circle the rest of the dancers had formed around them. Not even the X-rated things Nathan and Abraham Lincoln were doing with that bowl of candy corn under the table.
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe
The song came to a close all too quickly for Peter. Being an avid Jordin Sparks fan, he knew the final chorus when it started up. A small crack of sunlight was beginning to seep through the windows. Nightshift would soon be over, and so would his dreams. He panicked, tightening his grip on Donald Trump's firm shoulders.
"It can't end like this, Donald. I can't just let you go like this."
Donald only smiled again, wise beyond his years. "I know, but you know this can't be. We aren't even ourselves right now."
Peter looked at his partner, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"All of this. Where we are... What's going on... This isn't us. We just aren't meant to be in the real world," Donald said sadly, shaking his head. Somewhere, deep inside, Peter knew his dance partner was right. There was something wrong about this. Something wrong and right at the very same time.
"I don't care. I don't care if it's wrong. I don't care if I'm not myself or something!" Peter protested regardless. His eyes pleaded with Donald. Or perhaps he was pleading with a higher power. He shook his head as the song drew to a close. "I can't just let you go. I can't stand here and watch you walk away from me."
Donald looked out the window behind Peter. They didn't have much time. Day would come soon, and they would be torn apart regardless of their wishes. He looked back down at Peter as he took a single step back.
"You don't have to watch me go," he whispered with sage-like wisdom that was perhaps beyond his typical character. "I've got an idea. Close your eyes."
"What? But-"
"Just trust me!" Donald Trump insisted.
Peter could see the seriousness in the other man's eyes. For some reason, he trusted this stranger. For some reason, he knew that Donald knew best. Taking one last look at his mysterious partner, as though yearning to memorize his face, Peter closed his eyes. He could feel his mind blurring, the usual sign that morning was near, and for once? He didn't want this Nightshift to end.
It was then, just as Peter could feel himself slipping away, that he felt the soft brush of lips against his.
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air
-----
"Good morning! Time to wake up, lazy bones!"
Peter Petrelli groaned. His nurse's all-too-cheerful voice was probably more obnoxious than that Big Bird alarm clock he'd had as kid. Nevertheless, he knew that it was pointless to argue; they never let you sleep in unless you were sick.
"I'm up, I'm up," he grumbled as he swung his feet over the side of the bed. It was strange. Much as he tried, he couldn't remember a thing that had happened last night. He and Nathan had some plans to... to do something, but everything was just one massive blur in his aching head.
Wincing, Peter stood up and followed his nurse to the cafeteria for breakfast. His head hurt too badly for him to even think about paying any attention to the Head Doctor's cheerful morning announcements. He'd just ask Nathan later what it was all about. It was a pleasant surprise, at least, to find that they were serving waffles today.
With his tray piled high with strawberry-covered waffles, Peter plopped down at the closest empty table he could find. He didn't find it all strange that he didn't recognize the raven-haired patient sitting across from him. There were too many people in this place to remember or even meet all of them. Still, he knew it was best to be polite, so he nodded at the other guy.
"Hey. My name's Peter. Sorry if I'm not much conversation today. Had a rough night, I guess." Peter scratched the back of his head as he gave the other guy a quick once-over. What a crazy hair style.
"Not a problem." The other patient grinned before taking a bite of his own waffles. "I'm pretty new here myself. I'm, uh, kind of still adjusting."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? I don't think any of us ever adjust to this place. What's your name?"
"Zack."
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SERIOUSLY, LOL, THIS IS... gold. And wow, your Nathan is still awesome. I loved all of his shark outfit silliness.
You also write a good Peter and Zack, all ridiculousness aside. SERIOUSLY, AHAHAHA.
Oh, and... Sylar/Harvey OTP. Just sayin'.
Btw, when I read this the first time this morning? I had to struggle not to laugh and wake up my roommate.
Basically, you are amazing and too good to me. TESSSSSSSSSSS ♥
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Nao with more Shark!Nathan.
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HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU ♥
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your icon too shfaksj MOMO
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Entry has been updated with beautiful artz, btw.
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...............i see this ffffffffffffff
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I PARTICULARLY LIKE THE BIT WITH THE FONZ. WOW THIS. JUST. THIS. A+A+A+A+A+A+
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the addition of shark!Nathan is A+ btw
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...
...this could just be his crossdressing fetish, though.
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JUST...WOW. ♥
ALSO, I APPRECIATE THE VISUAL YOU INCLUDED.
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This is my favourite sentence that I have ever read in the history of the universe. ♥
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Also, that shark art is kind of begging to be icon'd.
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"Hush," Donald murmured huskily. "No names tonight. Only fond memories."
I just
I stopped reading there because I knew the rest of the fic wouldn't be as good as that one line.
*BRICKED*