Good Luck Charm
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dorksidefikerTitle: Good Luck Charm
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Prompt: 50-A/50. Ribbon
Character/Pairing: Lance, Pietro, Wanda
Rating: G
Word Count: 175
Summary: The ribbon’s his good luck charm, and a reminder of happier days.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The ribbon was faded pink satin, tied into a neat little bow and hidden away in the back of Pietro’s underwear drawer.
Which Lance was currently raiding because he was out of clean clothes, and the washing machine had died an unfortunate and painful death beneath Fred not that long ago.
“What the hell is this?” Lance asked, smirking as he held up the bow. Pietro snatched it out of Lance’s hands and snarled something too fast to be understood, but clearly not the least bit complimentary. “Something you need to get out of your closet, speedy?”
“A girl gave it to me,” Pietro snapped, clenching the bow tightly in one hand. “For luck, not that it’s any of your business. And what the hell are you doing in my room? Out! OUT!”
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dorksidefikerFandom: X-Men: Evolution
Prompt: 50-A/50. Ribbon
Character/Pairing: Lance, Pietro, Wanda
Rating: G
Word Count: 175
Summary: The ribbon’s his good luck charm, and a reminder of happier days.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The ribbon was faded pink satin, tied into a neat little bow and hidden away in the back of Pietro’s underwear drawer.
Which Lance was currently raiding because he was out of clean clothes, and the washing machine had died an unfortunate and painful death beneath Fred not that long ago.
“What the hell is this?” Lance asked, smirking as he held up the bow. Pietro snatched it out of Lance’s hands and snarled something too fast to be understood, but clearly not the least bit complimentary. “Something you need to get out of your closet, speedy?”
“A girl gave it to me,” Pietro snapped, clenching the bow tightly in one hand. “For luck, not that it’s any of your business. And what the hell are you doing in my room? Out! OUT!”