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[sua_lay]

Today, have mostly been writing porn.

How was your day?

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[dlasta.livejournal.com]

I wrote up a bunny and it's good but can't make justice for it. Bah.
Unfair!

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Hoo! Share the bunny!

*goes back to writing porn*

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's Heroes, you don't care.:D

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Heh, you're so right. But that's never stopped us before.

Bunny swapping is always fun.

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

You wanna read the whole thing?

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Sure, unless you just want to babble about it. :)

And no, I'm not going to bother you with Batman pron. Be grateful.

Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Here goes:

Simon and Monty are the children of Nathan Petrelli. Just to clear things up.:)
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When they get caught it's not what they expected. There are no declarations of disinheritance, no heart attacks or pulling of graying hair. Nobody gets beaten up or thrown out. They just stand there, him and Simon half naked, in front of the sofa they got caught making out on and their parents next to each other, by the door.

What happens is that Dad starts laughing like a hyena and Mom goes silent. Monty thinks it might have been easier with threats of violence.

Dad's laughter reaches epic proportions and Mom snaps.

'Did we do this Nathan? Is it us? Is it fucking genetic?'
Her voice is low and the f word is shocking and new. She never curses. She pretty much the ladiest woman Monty has ever known.

Simon's hold of his hand is tight and sweaty. Monty is speaking for them as always.

'Maybe we did? Should we go ask Ma is there's more incest than we know of in the family? I'd love to make that phone call.'

Dad's laughter dwindles to an occasional hollow giggle. It should be a relief but it's even more upsetting. There's a whole conversation that they're not hearing going between their parents eyes. He can see when a decision is made and agreed upon.

'Enough with pretending.' Mom says and the air bends and she's gone.

For a moment everything is still, silent.

Peter looks exactly the same as when they saw him the last time. Almost fifteen years ago. Just like he is in the pictures, middle twenties. For a short eternity Monty can't comprehend what it means. Simon's hold of his hand has gone beyond crushing and for the life of him he can't make a noise to tell him it hurts.

'She died. She died and we had to leave and you were so little. You needed her and we were less conspicuous as a family of four than two men and two kids. And later it would have been cruel to...'

His voice trails off and Monty wants to hate him for all of it but this is his Mom. The one he has left at least. The one that always took his side against Dad's Nazi ways and whose love held him through anything and everything. He had counted on for Mom to protect him and Simon if the thing ever got out. To get it, to forgive, even if Dad went ape shit. His Mom. Goddamn.

'We didn't mean for it to go on this long.'

Oh. It suddenly the whole enormous thing hits him. They sleep in the same bed. He has seen them kiss and be affectionate. They're the picture of a happy family. And they're brothers.
Just like him and Simon.

Maybe it is genetic.

'You could stop dyeing your hair, Nathan. We need to move soon anyway. If Simon and Monty want to...we could make the identities fit better.' The words are left to hang in the air.

His Dad is suspiciously silent. It suddenly seems so obvious that he doesn't look like a man in his middle fifties. The hair may be gray but his skin is taut and firm. It all seems so overwhelming.

'What should we be then? I don't want you to not be my parents. Even with, you know. And us being...a thing.'
Simon sudden ability to speak startles him. He tends to let Monty fend for both of them most of the time.

'...He could still pass as your Father if he started young enough. And one of you could be the son-in-law. If you want. Still.'
He's hesitant, like he's asking for permission, even with Dad's hand on the small of his back for support. As if it's not settled already.

Simon's hold of his hand is easy again. They'll live. It'll be fine enough. For Petrellis, at least.

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Straight from my head, with the most basest spell check done. You know the drill.
Feel free to throw me with a bunny for revenge.:P

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Also, off to work in too few hours, so if you throw the bunny I might not catch it till tomorrow.:D

Re: Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Oh whoa. I liked that! A lot. Even though I just have a passing acquaintance with the show, I still liked it. :D

And nah, I won't bother you with the bunny yet. It's the sex pollen thing with lots of angst and did I mention I was actually blushing every damn time I used the words 'Jim Gordon' and 'cock' in the same sentence?

*blush*

Have fun at work tomorrow. I still have a week of vacation, so will probably just sleep through most of the day.

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Hee, I can tease you tomorrow with the porn. Though I do believe it would be kindness not to...

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Hit me.:D

Re: Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Oo, excellent. I'm always completely blind to whatever it is I've come up with in the middle of night or whenever.:D
(Ugh, all those spelling mistakes and whatnots.)

---I wish I could have slept through the day. Especially since I got stuck reading epic prison porn about Prison Break (heh) last night...and you know how that always goes.:d

Re: Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Yup. I mean, of course it had a few spots that need polishing (in case you want to post it, which I recommend!) but whoa. :D You always say you can't write and then you cough up this.

*glares*

I on the other hand depressed myself by writing semi non con porn and then angsting over the morality of the sex pollen pron. Am so proud of myself!

You know how it goes, 'I'll just finish reading this one...'

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

I'll hit you when you come online.

Also, Britney Spears flashbacks! OMG

Re: Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Well, I think it need more than polishing, some more background, You know, *stuff*. Something. Dunno.

But I do love the idea and think that I should fix things and post it somewhere. :D Glare away.:P
Guh, I'm so totally wiped out I can't make heads or tails of what I'm writing. Yay for the excuse of English being my third language.:D

Yeah, 'just this one'...which is like 30 part series and you're slowly drudging through part fifteen and it's fucking three A.M. and your eyes will look like two cherry tomatoes in the morning.:D
(Fortunately the fic *was* good.:)

[dlasta.livejournal.com]

Damn, I'm gonna take a wee nap before I collapse so I might not get online today at all.
You're sure that the bunny is not ready for free waters of internet yet?
(Free waters= this entry.:)

...ok, pakko menna nukkumaan, teksti on pelkkaa typoa typon peraan. Liian vanha pikkaisen paalle kolmen tunnin uniin yolla..:D

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a part of a bigger thing, and it's way too incomplete to see the light of day. :)

Have a good nap, girl.

Re: Heh. You're just asking for trouble.:D

[sua-lay.livejournal.com]

Hey I like the idea as well!

At least you're not one of the idiots who scribbles down crap and posts it after 2 minutes of polishing, demanding FB telling them it's teh best ever!!1!

;) You wouldn't believe how many times I've stayed up all night reading crap, so good for you. Hmm... Actually I think you would believe it. Never mind...