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Heroes -- Life is a One Way Street, and If You Could Paint it... (Nathan, Peter, PG, Gen)
Thank you anonymous donor for my lovely candy hearts! *feels very loved* In the spirit of sharing the love and fuzziness and whatnot I dug up my awesome V'Day icon from last year's Valentine Santa –- whomever you are, STILL AWESOME –- and now come bearing a few presents and sharing some love.
a)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aebbhel introduced me to Silly Pipe Dreams, which is like one big mix-tape blog of brilliance. It truly has something for everyone and I spent about an hour pouring over links and poaching, err, appropriating music. But you know it's hard to keep up with blogs, so smonsterbite did us all a favor and created an LJ feed of AWESOME. Love to you both.
b) Last year I made two music zip files for the Hallmark Holiday of Notoriety: one For the Lovers and one For the Others (YSI links, because SS is down). Why fix it if it ain't broke?
c) Do you like my icon? I stole it indirectly fromslodwick. You could probably blame her for this too...
Heroes
Nathan Petrelli, Peter Petrelli (PG)
Gen. Pre-series. VERY pre-series.
*This could be considered Ducks in the Bathtub-verse or you can take it on its own cripplingly sweet merits.
Life is a One-Way Street, and If You Could Paint it, I'd Draw Myself Going in the Right Direction
Nathan hasn't been home since Winter Break. He came up from New Jersey long enough to see Peter, hug his mother, have an argument with his father, get his laundry washed, turn around and go back to Princeton.
He didn't even bother making the trip for Spring Break, because when given a choice between being paraded around by his parents or sleeping with nubile co-eds in Miami Beach –- well, there's not really any choice that needs to be made.
He misses Peter, but they talk on the phone at least twice a month -- although the conversations tend to consist of Peter asking him when he's coming home, and Nathan changing the subject to hear about what Peter's doing in kindergarten.
Nathan knows more about macaroni necklaces and Dick and Jane than any other Princeton freshman –- he has no doubt.
He doesn't tend to mention this in passing conversation, but he's founding that bringing up his adoring six-year-old brother to girls is like hanging a sign on his neck that says 'You Want to Have Sex with Me Right Now.'
Nathan's never had a problem landing girls, this isn't something he does intentionally -- he just can't help it. He only has two family photos in his dorm room, and Peter is in both of them. When girls are in Nathan's room, they seem to lose their inhibitions after seeing Peter's wide eyes and wild hair.
It's a little weird, but Nathan's entirely too gallant to kick out a half-dressed woman.
For all of Nathan's phone calls and pictures though, nothing quite beats the real thing. So when Nathan walks through the door on the first day of Summer Vacation, he's expecting a full-on assault of shrieking six (going on seven) year-old.
What he gets is an empty house.
What he gets is a note from his mother to dress appropriately because they're having guests for dinner, and Nathan's still grumbling under his breath when he stomps up the stairs to his room.
Jake Rothschild asked him to come to Rio, and Nathan said no. Nathan had commitments. He had people he'd neglected. Right now he could be licking coconut smelling oil off of some lithe, tan goddess with legs up to her neck -- instead there's glitter on the doorknob of his room, and Nathan is this close to being seriously pissed off.
This lasts the eight seconds it takes him to cross his bedroom and see the most monstrously hideous art project ever collecting dust on his desk. It's got taped together construction paper like fringe, and Nathan doesn't even know what he's looking at until he turns it length-wise on the desk.
The bright red heart gives it away, and Nathan covers his mouth with his hand. When he flips the art project over, in backwards scraggle there's his name with a wobbly heart drawn around it.
He completely forgot about Valentine's Day -- college makes him forget about a lot of things -- no wonder the project is dusty. And then he sees the yellowing drawings on his perfectly polished dresser and the macaroni necklaces that crumble when he picks them up off the pillow.
Sometimes he's not the best big brother.
The door to Peter's bedroom is cracked and there's no sound coming from inside, but Nathan pushes through anyway, because this is his house and his brother and he wants to see what he's been missing.
The sun streams inside from the huge bay window, brightening Peter's room in a way that makes Nathan think of his own room as too dark. Peter's bed is made, but there are a few wrinkles on the lower left corner that tell Nathan that Peter's still leaning how to make it on his own. In time it will be perfect -– their father is very particular about these things -– but for his age, Peter is doing just fine. Nathan did it better -– but he knows his father has probably already told Peter that more than once.
There are art projects all over Peter's walls, perfectly spaced apart from each other, and all of Peter's toys are on their shelves. Nathan finds himself picking up and studying all sorts of fire trucks and building blocks that he's never seen before, but his heart tightens when he sees the worn blue bear sitting in the corner. It's the only stuffed animal in the entire room -- Nathan gave it to Peter the day he was born -– and Nathan's just crossing the room to pick it up when the shiny glass heart on the wall catches his eye.
Inside the card, in black Sharpie, it says:
To Peter -- Love, Mommy
Their mother never made Nathan a Valentine.
Maybe that's part of the problem.
Nathan snorts to himself -- his mother's always telling him he needs to be a man now -- and when he picks up the teddy bear it's warm and faded from the sun.
It's entirely too easy for Nathan to get lost in worrying about how Peter is turning out or how his parents could have been better to him and his head snaps up when muted laughter reaches him. When he looks out the window, Peter's sitting on the lawn, surrounded by masses of something orange and glowing like the chosen one.
Nathan pauses in the doorway to the backyard, watching Peter with Tanya, who has turned out to be a much better nanny than the prior five -– if only because she's not blonde, vapid, and looking to sleep with Petrelli Senior.
Peter's surrounded by the orange mass, which appears to be construction paper, while Tanya's blowing bubbles over him. He's laughing and clapping; he's got gold flecks in his hair, and it looks like he got attacked by The Glitter Fairy of Gay Pride and Six Year-Old Artists everywhere.
Nathan hasn't seen Peter this happy in a long time, and he has no doubt that his parents don't know Tanya does things like this with Peter, because Nathan is testament to the fact that Petrelli nannies are not typically that good at letting children be children.
Peter's laughing is a riotous cacophony of noise that makes Nathan's tension dissipate at the same time that his chest hurts, and he's just opening his mouth to call Peter's name when Peter turns as though sensing his presence.
"NATHAN!" Peter shrieks at the top of his lungs, jumping to his feet and stomping over paper and bubbles to get to where Nathan's crossing the lawn. Nathan's just crouching down when Peter launches himself into Nathan's arms, springing high enough to almost be flying, and Nathan grins to himself as Peter gets glue and glitter all over him while babbling about his latest art project.
"They're flowers with lollipops," Peter explains as Nathan carries him over to where Tanya's smiling broadly at the two of them. "They're for my birthday party next month."
Nathan glances down at the orange paper flowers with names carefully scrawled on them and raises an eyebrow at Tanya. "Hello, Nathan," she says with solicitous nod.
Nathan gives her an acknowledging nod. "Tanya."
She won't last as Peter's nanny -- she's too good at her job; she actually cares about Peter -- but for right now things are okay. For right now, at least, Nathan doesn't have to worry so much.
"I missed you," Peter says, slinging an arm around Nathan's neck and hugging him tightly.
"Yeah, monster," Nathan sighs, letting himself have one unpolluted moment with his little brother, "I missed you too."
-end-
Title from the song by Gnarls Barkley 'Just a Thought'
*Happy Valentine's Day to those who roll like that –- Happy Wednesday to everyone else!
a)
aebbhel introduced me to Silly Pipe Dreams, which is like one big mix-tape blog of brilliance. It truly has something for everyone and I spent about an hour pouring over links and poaching, err, appropriating music. But you know it's hard to keep up with blogs, so smonsterbite did us all a favor and created an LJ feed of AWESOME. Love to you both. b) Last year I made two music zip files for the Hallmark Holiday of Notoriety: one For the Lovers and one For the Others (YSI links, because SS is down). Why fix it if it ain't broke?
c) Do you like my icon? I stole it indirectly from
slodwick. You could probably blame her for this too...Heroes
Nathan Petrelli, Peter Petrelli (PG)
Gen. Pre-series. VERY pre-series.
*This could be considered Ducks in the Bathtub-verse or you can take it on its own cripplingly sweet merits.
Nathan hasn't been home since Winter Break. He came up from New Jersey long enough to see Peter, hug his mother, have an argument with his father, get his laundry washed, turn around and go back to Princeton.
He didn't even bother making the trip for Spring Break, because when given a choice between being paraded around by his parents or sleeping with nubile co-eds in Miami Beach –- well, there's not really any choice that needs to be made.
He misses Peter, but they talk on the phone at least twice a month -- although the conversations tend to consist of Peter asking him when he's coming home, and Nathan changing the subject to hear about what Peter's doing in kindergarten.
Nathan knows more about macaroni necklaces and Dick and Jane than any other Princeton freshman –- he has no doubt.
He doesn't tend to mention this in passing conversation, but he's founding that bringing up his adoring six-year-old brother to girls is like hanging a sign on his neck that says 'You Want to Have Sex with Me Right Now.'
Nathan's never had a problem landing girls, this isn't something he does intentionally -- he just can't help it. He only has two family photos in his dorm room, and Peter is in both of them. When girls are in Nathan's room, they seem to lose their inhibitions after seeing Peter's wide eyes and wild hair.
It's a little weird, but Nathan's entirely too gallant to kick out a half-dressed woman.
For all of Nathan's phone calls and pictures though, nothing quite beats the real thing. So when Nathan walks through the door on the first day of Summer Vacation, he's expecting a full-on assault of shrieking six (going on seven) year-old.
What he gets is an empty house.
What he gets is a note from his mother to dress appropriately because they're having guests for dinner, and Nathan's still grumbling under his breath when he stomps up the stairs to his room.
Jake Rothschild asked him to come to Rio, and Nathan said no. Nathan had commitments. He had people he'd neglected. Right now he could be licking coconut smelling oil off of some lithe, tan goddess with legs up to her neck -- instead there's glitter on the doorknob of his room, and Nathan is this close to being seriously pissed off.
This lasts the eight seconds it takes him to cross his bedroom and see the most monstrously hideous art project ever collecting dust on his desk. It's got taped together construction paper like fringe, and Nathan doesn't even know what he's looking at until he turns it length-wise on the desk.
 |
The bright red heart gives it away, and Nathan covers his mouth with his hand. When he flips the art project over, in backwards scraggle there's his name with a wobbly heart drawn around it.
He completely forgot about Valentine's Day -- college makes him forget about a lot of things -- no wonder the project is dusty. And then he sees the yellowing drawings on his perfectly polished dresser and the macaroni necklaces that crumble when he picks them up off the pillow.
Sometimes he's not the best big brother.
The door to Peter's bedroom is cracked and there's no sound coming from inside, but Nathan pushes through anyway, because this is his house and his brother and he wants to see what he's been missing.
The sun streams inside from the huge bay window, brightening Peter's room in a way that makes Nathan think of his own room as too dark. Peter's bed is made, but there are a few wrinkles on the lower left corner that tell Nathan that Peter's still leaning how to make it on his own. In time it will be perfect -– their father is very particular about these things -– but for his age, Peter is doing just fine. Nathan did it better -– but he knows his father has probably already told Peter that more than once.
There are art projects all over Peter's walls, perfectly spaced apart from each other, and all of Peter's toys are on their shelves. Nathan finds himself picking up and studying all sorts of fire trucks and building blocks that he's never seen before, but his heart tightens when he sees the worn blue bear sitting in the corner. It's the only stuffed animal in the entire room -- Nathan gave it to Peter the day he was born -– and Nathan's just crossing the room to pick it up when the shiny glass heart on the wall catches his eye.
 |
Inside the card, in black Sharpie, it says:
Their mother never made Nathan a Valentine.
Maybe that's part of the problem.
Nathan snorts to himself -- his mother's always telling him he needs to be a man now -- and when he picks up the teddy bear it's warm and faded from the sun.
It's entirely too easy for Nathan to get lost in worrying about how Peter is turning out or how his parents could have been better to him and his head snaps up when muted laughter reaches him. When he looks out the window, Peter's sitting on the lawn, surrounded by masses of something orange and glowing like the chosen one.
Nathan pauses in the doorway to the backyard, watching Peter with Tanya, who has turned out to be a much better nanny than the prior five -– if only because she's not blonde, vapid, and looking to sleep with Petrelli Senior.
Peter's surrounded by the orange mass, which appears to be construction paper, while Tanya's blowing bubbles over him. He's laughing and clapping; he's got gold flecks in his hair, and it looks like he got attacked by The Glitter Fairy of Gay Pride and Six Year-Old Artists everywhere.
Nathan hasn't seen Peter this happy in a long time, and he has no doubt that his parents don't know Tanya does things like this with Peter, because Nathan is testament to the fact that Petrelli nannies are not typically that good at letting children be children.
Peter's laughing is a riotous cacophony of noise that makes Nathan's tension dissipate at the same time that his chest hurts, and he's just opening his mouth to call Peter's name when Peter turns as though sensing his presence.
"NATHAN!" Peter shrieks at the top of his lungs, jumping to his feet and stomping over paper and bubbles to get to where Nathan's crossing the lawn. Nathan's just crouching down when Peter launches himself into Nathan's arms, springing high enough to almost be flying, and Nathan grins to himself as Peter gets glue and glitter all over him while babbling about his latest art project.
"They're flowers with lollipops," Peter explains as Nathan carries him over to where Tanya's smiling broadly at the two of them. "They're for my birthday party next month."
Nathan glances down at the orange paper flowers with names carefully scrawled on them and raises an eyebrow at Tanya. "Hello, Nathan," she says with solicitous nod.
Nathan gives her an acknowledging nod. "Tanya."
She won't last as Peter's nanny -- she's too good at her job; she actually cares about Peter -- but for right now things are okay. For right now, at least, Nathan doesn't have to worry so much.
 |
"I missed you," Peter says, slinging an arm around Nathan's neck and hugging him tightly.
"Yeah, monster," Nathan sighs, letting himself have one unpolluted moment with his little brother, "I missed you too."
-end-
Title from the song by Gnarls Barkley 'Just a Thought'
*Happy Valentine's Day to those who roll like that –- Happy Wednesday to everyone else!
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