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"Five Fantasies Sylar Pretends He's Never Had" by ipsilonx (R)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: Sylar/Various
Length: ~2200 words
Warnings: implied noncon
Author on LJ:
ipsilonx
Author Website: entries tagged "fic"
Why this must be read: Sylar is a difficult character to write well, especially when it comes to relationships.
ipsilonx manages this quite well, balancing Sylar's psychotic serial-killer instincts with a desire for companionship of some kind (just not the way we would usually expect it). The writer details five different women - Maya, Eden, Elle, Claire, and his mother - while making each story unique, unsettling, and revealing in some way. Possibly the most impressive quality of this story is that each story isn't basically the same, only with names changed; rather, each story details a completely different kind of relationship, a different dynamic and desire.
The Angel of Death stalks through the city streets with his weapon at his side.
Maya never leaves him anymore. She's within reach of his hand at all hours, whenever he requires or simply wants her. She does whatever he asks. Beams death in the direction he points. It took awhile, it's true, took some work to get her to stop crying, to get over it, get over God, get over herself. Now she has, and she's transcendent. She controls her power with grace, now, with ease, choosing targets with a glance and sparing those she likes; a little girl, maybe, or a sightless elderly man gasping in stuttered terror as he hears the choking sounds, the thuds, and then the silence. Maya runs her fingertips lightly over the faces of those she has saved on a whim, and she is a thing to behold. And she is Sylar's. All his.
Five Fantasies Sylar Pretends He's Never Had
Pairing: Sylar/Various
Length: ~2200 words
Warnings: implied noncon
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: entries tagged "fic"
Why this must be read: Sylar is a difficult character to write well, especially when it comes to relationships.
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The Angel of Death stalks through the city streets with his weapon at his side.
Maya never leaves him anymore. She's within reach of his hand at all hours, whenever he requires or simply wants her. She does whatever he asks. Beams death in the direction he points. It took awhile, it's true, took some work to get her to stop crying, to get over it, get over God, get over herself. Now she has, and she's transcendent. She controls her power with grace, now, with ease, choosing targets with a glance and sparing those she likes; a little girl, maybe, or a sightless elderly man gasping in stuttered terror as he hears the choking sounds, the thuds, and then the silence. Maya runs her fingertips lightly over the faces of those she has saved on a whim, and she is a thing to behold. And she is Sylar's. All his.
Five Fantasies Sylar Pretends He's Never Had