Never would one have thought that a simple smile would mean so much to you. It being such a rare occasion probably meant that the importance to you was that significant.
Watching your husband from afar you noticed that his mood around his family got more and more irritated. Family meeting.
But not one gathered by him. One of his brothers asked for it. You didn’t really listen for what. Probably something about a women.
You were lost in your thoughts, looking at your husband. Thinking about his smile. It’s been a while that you saw it. But he just came back from London.
You’ve known him all your life. Running through the forests, sleeping under the stars. As children his smile was constant.
Time changes that… more war changes that.
Now that smile was reserved for family, but his real smile. The one that you remember from your childhood. The one from ear to ear, when he teases you and tells bad jokes. That one was strictly for you.
Usually in the intimacy of your own room.
Apparently you had been in your thoughts to long. Under the table a careful and gentle tap of your husbands foot gets you back to the reality. His blue eyes look at you confused with a subtle worry behind them.
You smile at him and reach for his arm and give him a gentle squeeze. A sign for him that you are fine. But nonetheless he sets down his cigarette and puts his hand above yours. He gives you a signal with his head that you two should leave. You nod and stand up, realizing again what his brothers are talking about.
“Where are you two of to so quickly?” Arthur asks or more slurs, pausing his discussion with John. Both of them eying you suspiciously.
“Sorry Boys, but it’s time to head home.” You smile at them on the way to the door of the snug. Tommy also stood up and put on this jacket before taking his cigarette again.
“Oh so that’s why you need to head home.” John says and winks at you, grabbing the toothpick between his teeth. It quickly earns him a smack across the back of his head from your husband.
“See you later boys.” He mumbles before opening the door for you. You wave and smile to Polly before you leave, leaving the pub and heading towards the car.
Tommy opens the door for you and you give him a small kiss on the cheek before getting in. The drive home was silent but your hand rested on your husbands neck whereas his hand rested on your thigh. Your finger slowly rub circles on the back of his head.
At home you hand your jackets to Frances before Tommy grabs your hand again and pulls you with him up the stairs to your bedroom. He opens the door and pulls you in before telling the staff not to disturb and closing the door.
You take of your shoes before Tommy stands before you and pulls you close by your hips. His hands settling there loosely squeezing your hips.
“Are you okay?” He asks looking into your eyes intensely before closing the gap between you as you lean in giving him a kiss.
“I’m fine, just daydreaming.” You smile, winking at him, causing him to smirk smugly.
“Oh yeah, what about?” He asks intrigued before pulling out his cigarette case, offering you one. You gladly grab one and wait for him to light it for you.
“A certain someone’s smile.” You answer, blowing out the smoke. But as soon as you see his face you giggle. His confused look was adorable.
“Love, you lost me. What are you talking about?”
“Remember when we used to sleep under the stars?” You ask and he nods, taking another drag from his cigarette.
“I was just thinking about that, and how we talked through the night and fell asleep barely before the sun rose.” You smile fondly, pushing your cigarette into the ash tray, Tommy doing the same. You take his face into your hands and giggle.
“And I thought of all the bad jokes you used to tell. Which cracked me up nonetheless, causing me stomach aches.”
At that description you saw it. That smile you meant.
“And that, that right there was what I thought about.” You smile back, Tommy putting his hands above yours on his face before planting a kiss in the palm of your right hand. Moving his hands to your waist he pulls you closer with a quick and strong drag, but by now smirking down at you.
“Is that so?” He hums and you hum back.
“For my favorite smile of you, we need to do something else first.” He smiles
“Is that so?” You retort and giggle as he nods and grins.
“Well than, Mr. Shelby. Better get to it right?” You say as he immediately crushes his lips to yours, slowly walking you backwards towards the bed.
Like a lot of us, I've been gorging myself on all of @bellysoupset's amazing content lately. I feel truly spoiled and indulged. Add in a very busy American Thanksgiving and an unexpected health crisis that landed me in the ER twice (I'm okay now and seeking follow up care), and I haven't been able to write as much as I wanted. (And oh yeah, work is fucking exploding).
However I have finally been able to write and hope to have a Noa/Rory story to post early this week. It's hinting at the start of their next arc. After that is some Adam/Avery drama that's going to suck in everyone else. December is always a little dicey and I get a beachy vacation at the end of the month, but hope to at least get Adam and Avery's nonsense launched before the end of the year.
Love you all!
Look Nimona made me so emotional and I needed her to have two dads so here you go <3 (I didn't read the comics so assume this is movie canon)
Ambrosius doesn't think that he's ever seen Bal like this. There's something about this kid that brings out an even softer side. There's a look of affection in his eyes that Ambrosius has never seen turned on anyone but him.
Ambrosius watches from the kitchen as Ballister sets up a makeshift bed on their worn out couch. Nimona stands watching him judgmentally, arms crossed and brow furrowed.
Ballister says something softly to the girl, but Nimona turns to look at Ambrosius, nearly making the knight jump out of his skin. There is a fire in her eyes as she gazes at him.
She's been sticking close Bal since he brought her to the small apartment, eyeing Ambrosius with suspicion every few minutes. She has yet to speak a word to him.
"You can get comfortable," Ballister tells Nimona gently. "I'm going to grab you some more blankets."
Bal touches Nimona's shoulder gently as he passes her into the hallway. Ambrosius turns back to the dinner he is preparing, only to turn and immediately see Nimona standing inches away from him.
He yelps as he jumps nearly a foot in the air. Before he can say anything Nimona bluntly asks him, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Ambrosius remembers the conversation he had with Bal, how he told him how intelligent she was. So he shakes his head, "I don't."
Nimona crosses her arms, fixing him with a glare, "Everyone knows you're related Gloreth. I want to know now if we're going to have a problem."
Oh. Ambrosius almost wants to pull the child in front of him into his arms. Behind her hard exterior, he can see her deep, deep fear. She is awaiting rejection, expected it.
He shakes his head again, "We have no problem. Ballister speaks very highly of you. He loves you and he trusts you-"
"He loves me?" Nimona looks up at him, all of the anger suddenly drained from her body and replaced with hope.
"He does."
Both of them turn to see Ballister standing in the living room, arms stacked high with blankets, smiling softly. "I do love you, Nimona. How could I not?"
Nimona's lip begins to wobble and she disappears into a flash of red, only to reappear in Bal's arms, hugging him tight around the waist. As though he was expecting her sudden appearance, Ballister hugs her back immediately, one hand on the back of her head.
Over her head, Ballister looks up at Ambrosius. He smiles and shrugs, Ambrosius can tell what he's thinking without a word. Seems like they're going to need to move to a bigger apartment.
Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang Fic:
Careful what you wish for
Author: @worldoflis
Artist: @akira-emberheart (art will be posted later!)
Prompt Provided by: @akira-emberheart
Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count: 31 800
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Brittany S. Pierce, Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry, Cooper Anderson, Thad (Glee), Original Characters
Summary: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are both students at NYADA, although they don't really know each other.
To Kurt, Blaine is a pretentious and overrated teacher's pet, who gets everything handed to him because he's easy on the eyes.
To Blaine, Kurt is beautiful, and talented, and almost perfect, and he's resigned himself to the fact he will never have the courage to ask his crush out.
Their opinions of each other are put to the test, however, when one day they wake up in each other's bodies. Suddenly, they need to work together as they pretend to be the other and try to work out how this happened and most importantly: how they can reverse it.
Genre/Tropes: fluff, bodyswap
Warnings: n/a
Author’s Notes: This story was supposed to be a quirky little ficlet, and then it grew and grew... into this. Shout out to my beta @theonelucille for outlining, planning, discussing, inconsistency-catching and, well, everything, and to the wonderful (and patient!) mods of The Lima Beam for organizing this whole event! And of course most of all many MANY thanks to the wonderful @akira-emberheart for prompting this. The story quite literally wouldn't exist without you, so thank you for the inspiration!
If you want to prompt 3 with lukanette: 3. "Do you even own a shirt?!" I love your writing!! Thank you!!!!
I was lowkey waiting for someone to ask for this prompt so thank you! Hope you like it <3 - Lis
3 - “Do you even own a shirt!?”
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“Luka? Juleka said you were down he- eek!”
Marinette really should’ve been used to it by now, but she just couldn’t help it. She knew it was pretty understandable that, since it was summer, people were wearing little clothing in an attempt to battle the heat but, for the last two weeks, every single time she had set foot on the Couffaine’s boat looking for her boyfriend, a shirtless Luka had been there to greet her.
It wasn’t that it made her uncomfortable but it was certainly distracting. As if he wasn’t very attractive already with his myriad of ear piercings and his fluffy blue hair, he now also had taken it to walking around half-naked.
If asked, the bluenette would’ve probably said his clothing choice (or lack of thereof) was because ever since that first time they met, he liked teasing and making her flustered continuously. And oh boy did she get flustered whenever she set eyes on him.
Today was no exception as she glowered at him from the door, the deep blush in her cheeks keeping her from being as intimidating as she would’ve wished.
“Do you even own a shirt!?”
Giving him the benefit of the doubt as to what his motivations were had been clearly a mistake, as he was barely suppressing a smile that told her he was enjoying this a tad too much.
People liked to say Luka was a serene and soothing person and tended to also consider him very innocent because of the way he carried himself.
How wrong they were.
Once you got to know him, though all those good traits of his personality remained, new ones surfaced. He was playful and funny, and Marinette would never forget the first time she saw that mischievous glint in his eyes when teasing her.
It was the same he had right now, looking at her as she approached his bed where he was sitting with his guitar.
“I do, in fact. Why?” Mari grumbled under her breath before taking a seat behind him. “What? I couldn’t hear that Ma-ma-marinette.”
Luka giggled as she stuck her tongue out at him. “I said you’re very funny.”
“Thank you, my beautiful flower.”
No longer as beet-red as she had been, she sat in silence next to her boyfriend as he worked on his new song. Letting herself get lost in the cords that floated in the air, she started admiring the latest tattoo Luka had got on his back.
Two beautiful red carnations in full bloom now embellished his skin, and Marinette decided to give in to the temptation and started drawing them in her sketchbook.
Some minutes later, the blue-haired boy tried to get her attention by coughing. She didn’t understand why he was smiling softly at her until she saw her flower drawing had shifted to include Luka himself as he usually was: holding his guitar, invested in his music.
“You know, if you’re going to do that every time I might just keep forgetting to wear my shirt. Your talents never cease to amaze me, Mari.”
He took this opportunity to lean in and steal a peck before she was shoving his face back with a hand playfully.
“Oh shush, you’re nothing more than a sweet talker.”
“Love you too.”
As he went back to his work, she gently ran her fingers over the sketch she had just made with a soft smile on her lips. Maybe she shouldn’t complain about Luka’s shirt habits the next time… She did need some practice anyway.
Author’s Note: As a celebration of the return of my creativity. And as this is one of my stories which still gets a lot of love, I wanted to give "Are you Cinderella?" a part 2.
Can’t believe this one is from 2018. Time flies.
Enjoy!
Love,
Lis
A couple days after your spontaneous Pick-up-Line challenge, you were all on a lookout. While you and Danny were in a car together and Chin and Kelly as well. Steve was with Lou. You were all just talking about Valentins Day, and how horrible they went for most of you.
“Maybe Danny could have used some of the pick-up lines that we heard a few days ago.” Chin chimed in, making everyone laugh, you even more when you not only heard Dannys groan but saw him through his head back against the seat.
“Please don’t remind them.” Danny said.
“Oh, I heard of the best ones.” Lou chimed in.
“I have some of my one, you know.” He adds, and all of you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“No, Lou. Now is not the time.” Danny retorts at the same time as you say “Oh please, tell us.” The other also encouraging him.
“My wifes favourite was `I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks.’” Lou says, making everyone crack up.
“I like it a bit more smooth, so my favorite is ‘Is it OK if I follow you out of here? My parents always told me to follow my dreams.’” He continues, causing everyone to ohh and ahh.
“I heard a new one, from a friend the other night. ‘Your middle name must be Gillette. Because you're the best a man can get!’” Chin chims in.
“What? That’s really just awful.” Kelly replies, but laughs nonetheless.
“Hey Steve.” You say, making Danny groand already, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah?” Steves answers.
“Know what's on the menu tonight?”
“What?” he says, and you can hear the Kelly can barely hold it together.
“Me-N-U.”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“Hey baby?” Steve says.
“Yes.” You answer, smiling and looking at Danny.
“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to hear it.” He says.
“Are you wi-fi? Cause I'm totally feeling a connection.” Steve says anyway.
While everyone still chuckles, Danny looks at you.
“What? Smile Danno. It’ll do you good.” You say, nudging his shoulder.
“You think the one I have would have helped me with Melissa?” he asks you, making you gasp.
“Please Danno, let us hear it.” Steve says, everyone being completely silent, waiting on Danny’s line.
“If I had to rate you from 1 to 10, I'd give you a 9, because I'm the 1 you're missing.” He finally says.
Everyone whistles and Lou says “That’s even smoother than mine.” Followed by many “wow Danny.”’s by the others.
You take his hand and look him in the eyes. “Danny… That line?” you asks, making him hum, looking at you. “That would have been 100% better than what you gave her.” You say, bursting into a laugh, while Danny tries to tickle you.
Enjoy it. I enjoy writing it and seeing where it gets me. But it did take me quite some brainstorming again of where I wanted to go with it all.
Love,
Lis
Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist
“Okay, do I understand you correctly, you always see and hear the same people around? About 15?” you ask.
“Yes, and they all have mud everywhere on their clothes. Now that Wo Fat is here, it’s more than 15, but usually he doesn’t stay long. Probably about 2 days.” JJ answers, as he sat down again. The condition he is in, is not going to make escaping any easier. He is thin, has little to no strength. You notice that his breathing becomes heavy as soon as he stands and walks a bit around the small room. His posture is also not very great, probably due to wrongly healed injuries. He doesn’t look like they are still mistreating him. They are not bothered to kill him or not. They knew he would be useful at some point.
“How much food do they give you? And water?” you ask, looking around, noticing no trace of any of these two things.
“Just bread and water. I have about 20 minutes to eat and drink it, before they come and take everything out of here, to not leave me with anything that I could use against them. They weren’t like that in the beginning and I was able to flee. But I underestimated the surroundings and they got me before I got far enough in the jungle to hide. Since then, they make sure, I am not left with anything but myself.”
“What did you see when you fled?” you ask. In your head you are thinking about every possible way of fleeing with your brother. The easiest would be with some kind of vehicle, because clearly running is out of the question. Technically you could be able to carry him, but making both of you slower and a bigger target, because you cannot split up and decoy them.
“Cars standing around, all of them having guns on them at all times. More guns laying around.”
You nod, thinking about possibilities, but you need the exact position of everything. But when was it, that he fled?
“When did you flee? How long ago?” you ask, making your brother sigh.
“Look, (Y/N/N)… I know what you are thinking and what you are planning, but there is no way, that we both will get out of here alive-“ he starts and you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest, but JJ holds his hand up.
“-no, let me finish. You see in what kind of condition I am in, and they do that on purpose. To make it hard for me to flee or cause any resistance. Even if you get out of this cell, I don’t see us both getting out of here alive.”
You kneel in front of him and take his head in your hands.
“JJ, I thought I lost you all this time and by some kind of twisted faith, I am here now and still cannot believe, that my big brother is sitting before me right now. I will NOT leave you here again. Either we both get out of here or we both die here. It’s the same situation as all the other times. For me nothing has changed. What about you?” you ask him as he looks at you, before his lips twitch into a smile.
“Bound by blood and battle” he grins, making you grin. You haven’t heard that since the last mission of both of you.
“Bound by blood and battle.” You nod. “So now tell me everything about the layout of this camp, that you can remember.” You say, sitting in front of him.
Back on Oahu…
The whole Team gathers everything they need and follow the Lieutenants car heading to a Navy station. As they park and enter the buildings, they see that a lot of eyes are on them, probably curious what “civilians” are doing here.
The Team follow Lieutenant Wily and Rath deeper into the building and into a an Operation Room. It’s dark and there a screens everywhere at the back of the room. A lot of people are in the room and watching what is happening on the screen. In the Middle of the room stands a Navy officer, also watching the screens. The team is told to stop at the back of the room and to watch and wait till the Officer is going to talk to them. But soon the whole Team understands that, what everyone is watching is the live broadcast of a mission. Quickly they all understand it’s a mission to take out a target.
As they all watch, Danny quietly moves over to Steve and says
“I’m glad you’re with us now.”
Steve watching the screens intently with crossed arms just nods and answers
“Me too.”
After watching a few more minutes the whole room hears a “Target eliminated” and a few people cheer. The officer in the room then gives new orders before turning around and looking at the team.
“Captain Thomas Hargrove” he says and extends his hand to Steve, but Steve doesn’t move and just looks him in the eye.
“Captain Hargrove, Commander McGarrets Team insisted to be brought here.” Lieutenant Wily explains.
“Of course, he did. Follow me.” The captain explains and leads everyone to a different room.
Once everyone is in the room, the door gets close and Captain Hargrove addresses Steve again.
“I’m hoping that your shoulder is fine, Commander McGarrett.”
“Not thanks to you.” Steve grumbles.
“Alright, what do you want to know?” he asks.
“What do I want to know?! How about you tell me, why according to you, I’m dead?” Steve challenges.
“That’s classified.” The captain answers, clearly not in the mood for Steve’s antics.
“Classified? Faking my death is classified? I’ll tell you what I’ll do about this classified information, I can go out right now and talk to any news channel, that as of right now, the 5-0 Task force is investigating, why MY personal death, was faked. Let’s see how classified this information is after that.” Steve answers, moving closer to the captain, who at first doesn’t say anything.
“There is an ongoing mission, in which we had to ensure that a certain target got wrong information about you and your health status.” the Captain calmly answers.
“Certain Target.” Joe scoffs. “I don’t want to play any games here. You know exactly why we are here. My daughter is god know where, doesn’t know if her fiancé is alive, we don’t even know if SHE is alive. So stop trying to get us to back off, because we won’t and start talking about what the hell is going on here.”
The Captain looks around the room at the whole team before sighing and nodding.
“Fine. What do you know so far?” he asks.
“That I was shot and that she is on the run.” Steve says, making sure not to say anything more.
“Nothing else?” Hargrove asks suspiciously.
“Nothing else, besides that my death has been faked.”
“Fine.” Hargrove nods, seeing as he will not get any more info. “Y/N White contacted us a couple of weeks ago about new information she got concerning her deceased brother. We had no other choice then giving her more information on the mission that caused her brother to be classified as MIA and later KIA.”
“What does that mean?” Joe asks.
“It means, that they were on two separate mission, but didn’t know that. He wasn’t supposed to go missing. They were supposed to individually achieve their goals for a broader context and then get back to us.” Hargrove further explains
“You mean to tell us, that you thought it would be a great idea to tell one of the most successful teams at that time, different target and think that wouldn’t go south?” Joe asks in disbelieve.
“They were always –“ he starts but Steve holds up his hand.
“Do you even know, that Y/N always thought it was her fault, that her brother went missing? Do you understand, that telling them both different goals meant they were not as prepared as they should have?!” Steve explains.
“We understand this is emotional –“ Hargrove starts again.
“No. You don’t.” Steve answers. “Tell us everything that happened in the last weeks, and tell us now.” He continues. Hargrove sighs and starts telling them everything, which is just confirming what was explained in the letter.
“Let me get this straight, even though she didn’t ask for any intervention from your side, you still intervened and covered her tracks? Even when she freed someone from Halawa?” Joe summarizes.
“The prison incident was handled to ensure –“
“Handled? You let someone walk out of Halawa und pretended it never happened.”
“Commander with all due respect, it needed to be done. Whether she needed help or not, we needed her to achieve her goal. To get to Wo Fat.” Hargrove states.
“That is not her goal!” Steve shouts.
“He goal is to get to her brother, which you all failed to do!” Joe growls. “You knew what Wo Fat does to leverage people. You knew he uses family. And you still let her play along. And now look where we are.”
“Do you even know where she is?” asks Steve.
“Currently we are now aware of her location.” Hargrove states.
“Do you have a plan to find her? And what do you do then?” Joe asks.
“Currently, we are trying to track her and tracking some of Wo Fats contacts. But even if we find her, she refused extraction.” Hargrove claims nonchalantly.
“She refused help!” Joe yells and slams his hand on the table “Not permission to gamble with her life. Because you still think its for the ‘broader picture’.”
“So I am guessing, you don’t have any information for us.” Hargrove concludes. In the whole time he didn’t move an inch and is apparently more than fed up with this conversation.
“We don’t.” Steve answers standing straight in front of the captain.
“And even if we did –“ he starts
“- you lost the right to ask.” Joe finishes.
“Let’s go. We are done here.” Steve says and heads for the door, that Chin already opened.
I watched Hawaii 5-0 a while back apparantly and it was the episode with the Valentines day stories and came up with this. Found this in my drafts.
Enjoy.
Love,
Lis
You were sitting in the car with Lou as everyone was trying to find out, how Steve got the shiner and what your part was in it.
“You’re a Seal. I mean come on. How do you get a shiner like that?” Danny argues, making Lou laugh hysterically.
They argued back and forth and soon enough Lou, then Chin and lastly Danny explain why their Valentines day was miserable.
“You know what Danny?” you ask.
“What?” he asked annoyed.
“For someone who always makes fun of Steve and me, about how unromantic we are and how we are not able to show our feelings, your stunt with Melissa is really telling a lot about you.”
Lou was suppressing a smile and looked out the window.
“Yeah, of course.” Danny grumbled and you could hear a faint laugh from Steve.
“At least I don’t have a shiner.” Danny retorts, making Steve shut up.
“Come on now, guys. We have all told our stories. Now you need to tell us all what happened.” Kono interjects. You hear Steve sigh and then hear him mumble something.
“What was that?” Danny asks, before you can.
“I said, fine. Go ahead babe.” Steve answers, giving you permission to share the story. You also sigh, knowing where this is going to go.
“Fine, we had a wonderful evening. Steve took me out in the evening, we had a really awesome dinner. We went for a wonderful and super romantic walk on the beach…” you emphasize the word romantic, for Danny to hear, making everyone chuckle over the in-ears.
“And then we got home, and Steve led me in with my eyes closed. I didn’t know what was coming next, but he positioned me and told me to keep my eyes closed.” You explain, earning curious looks from Lou.
“I hope this is a family friendly version.” Danny remarks and followed by a quiet “Ow”, when Steve hits him.
“Anyway..” you move on. Well when I was allowed to open my eyes, Steve had hid and in front of me was a nerfgun.” And as you say the word nerfgun, everyone groans.
“You’re not serious?” Lou asks and you nod your head at him.
“You two are freaks.” Danny says and Kono and Chin agree. Lou also nodding his head along.
“Moving on!” you interrupt them all “We have a nerfgun hunt around the house. It was fun and a bit childish. And as soon as Steve was out of munition, which always happens to him first, he tackles me to the couch. I head him coming though but miscalculated my shot and…. Well….” You trail off and everyone erupts in laughter.
“Wait with the munition or with the gun?” Lou asks while laughing.
“Kinda both…” you say with a high pitched voice, raising your shoulders and mustering an guilty smile.
Everybody keeps laughing and Danny just concludes with a typical:
“That’s why you don’t play with guns in the house.” Which makes them all laugh harder.
But before you can continue, your suspects move and you all get back to the case. But Steve and you are sure that this topic will come up again in the evening.
