ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
( Lance )
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Lance strode down the steps toward the bathroom. He tried turning the knob. Since it was stuck, he made a small earthquake to open it.
His eyes widened as he looked inside, frozen in place. Pietro stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him and encircling his body. His skin glistened from the water and glowed with life. His hair was weighed down by the water and it gave off a certain sheen as it framed his face.
Pietro noticed Lance and me his gaze. Blushing, Lance ran back to his room to get ready for school.
( Pietro )
Sitting in History, Pietro kept glancing over at Lance. The incident that morning was somewhat of a shock to Pietro. Usually Lance would have just bluntly exclaimed he had had to see such a thing and been done with it. But now he was being shy about it and avoiding Pietro at all costs.
Neither had breathed of it to Toad or Blob, but, eventually it was certain that they would find out.
The worst part about it was that Pietro couldn’t decide how he felt about it. Yes, Lance needed to learn how to knock. But after that, he wasn’t sure where he stood in the matter and honestly couldn’t decide whether or not he liked that Lance has seen him stepping out of the shower. He surely didn’t know how Lance felt about it since he adamantly refused to mention it.
Pietro thought briefly about the shame his father would feel if he turned out to be gay. Pietro discarded the thought almost instantly.
Toad and Blob would be out tonight so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Lance.
( Lance )
Sitting on the couch, Lance flicked through the channels lazily. He was avoiding Pietro. The incident had been embarrassing. That wasn’t what upset him the most. What upset him the most was that he kind of liked it. School had been longer and more painful than usual as he contemplated his feeling and thoughts.
Suddenly, Pietro was in front of the TV. “Hiya, Lance,” he said slowly and deviously.
“Uhh, hi Pietro,” Lance answered, unsure.
All of a sudden Pietro was on him, slow and careful. Tender and gentle.
“Wha-“ Lance started, but was silenced by Pietro’s gaze.
“Lance, I figured out what I want,” he said, cradling Lance’s face in his hand tenderly.
“Uhh, I haven’t,” Lance said unconvinced.
“Just trust me,” he said, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth to Lance’s.
Lance opened his eyes wide in shock, but it felt so right that he closed them and pressed Pietro’s face to his. Soon his legs were wrapped around Pietro and he never wanted to let him go.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Lance strode down the steps toward the bathroom. He tried turning the knob. Since it was stuck, he made a small earthquake to open it.
His eyes widened as he looked inside, frozen in place. Pietro stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him and encircling his body. His skin glistened from the water and glowed with life. His hair was weighed down by the water and it gave off a certain sheen as it framed his face.
Pietro noticed Lance and me his gaze. Blushing, Lance ran back to his room to get ready for school.
( Pietro )
Sitting in History, Pietro kept glancing over at Lance. The incident that morning was somewhat of a shock to Pietro. Usually Lance would have just bluntly exclaimed he had had to see such a thing and been done with it. But now he was being shy about it and avoiding Pietro at all costs.
Neither had breathed of it to Toad or Blob, but, eventually it was certain that they would find out.
The worst part about it was that Pietro couldn’t decide how he felt about it. Yes, Lance needed to learn how to knock. But after that, he wasn’t sure where he stood in the matter and honestly couldn’t decide whether or not he liked that Lance has seen him stepping out of the shower. He surely didn’t know how Lance felt about it since he adamantly refused to mention it.
Pietro thought briefly about the shame his father would feel if he turned out to be gay. Pietro discarded the thought almost instantly.
Toad and Blob would be out tonight so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to Lance.
( Lance )
Sitting on the couch, Lance flicked through the channels lazily. He was avoiding Pietro. The incident had been embarrassing. That wasn’t what upset him the most. What upset him the most was that he kind of liked it. School had been longer and more painful than usual as he contemplated his feeling and thoughts.
Suddenly, Pietro was in front of the TV. “Hiya, Lance,” he said slowly and deviously.
“Uhh, hi Pietro,” Lance answered, unsure.
All of a sudden Pietro was on him, slow and careful. Tender and gentle.
“Wha-“ Lance started, but was silenced by Pietro’s gaze.
“Lance, I figured out what I want,” he said, cradling Lance’s face in his hand tenderly.
“Uhh, I haven’t,” Lance said unconvinced.
“Just trust me,” he said, closing his eyes and pressing his mouth to Lance’s.
Lance opened his eyes wide in shock, but it felt so right that he closed them and pressed Pietro’s face to his. Soon his legs were wrapped around Pietro and he never wanted to let him go.
Literature
FrostIron drabble
"The famous Tony Stark doing the walk of shame," Natasha announced with a flourish, seeing the man of iron walking groggily from the elevator into the common area. She was alone, presumably up early to catch the TV before Thor got up and insisted on watching sports all day. Tony grimaced.
"It's not a walk of shame if there was no sex involved," he grumbled.
The assassin's eyebrows shot up. "You stayed the night without boning him? I'm impressed, Stark. I thought you fed off of sex."
"Hah! Yeah, see, it may take a lot, but some of us can control ourselves," Tony replied. He obviously had had nothing to drink that morning and was rather
Literature
Alone -MichaelLucifer-
Warning Spoilers for "Hammer of the Gods." You have been warned.
Michael had not expected to see his younger brother there in the field, and from the look on Lucifer's face, he had not either. The light from the moon casted shadows across Lucifer's face, giving him a ghostly appearance that made Michael frown as his eyes met the gaze of his brother. The field was where Michael had been coming every so often just to think, a place away from his responsibilities as 'big brother.' Normally, he could hear the soft sounds of his Father's creations singing in the night, but tonight there was none, nothing of the sort. And if there was one thing
Literature
Seb the Cat
Jim had decided to sleep in that day. The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness. He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss
" he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
i ALMOST feel like a bad person for this, but i just love it so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay so Lance/Pietro from X-Men
this is a pairing at first that i could just barely stand and now i love!
lance, pietro (c) marvel comics
okay so Lance/Pietro from X-Men
this is a pairing at first that i could just barely stand and now i love!
lance, pietro (c) marvel comics
© 2009 - 2024 emilythesmelly
Comments7
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Awesome! I lietro!