Tooth rotting fluff ahead (also a very casual mention of a 24/7 BDSM dynamic, just so y’all know if that grates you.)
It was a lazy Saturday morning – the
relaxed and easy kind that was far too rare. Rain was tapping against
their apartment balcony in a soothing staccato while Krem worked on
his final project for school on the coffee table. The scent of
sauteed onions and garlic mingled in the air with the more robust
scent of dark roast coffee and it was… an interesting combination
to say the least, but also oddly comforting. Home. Family. Love.
last word crossed his mind as Liahra stepped out of the kitchen with
a steaming mug, radiant smile on her face. Her long hair was pulled
up into a messy bun, mostly escaping in wispy strands of honeyed
gold. She was wearing old sweatpants and a ratty tee, and the long
leather cord that held her half of their dragon’s tooth was wrapped
loosely around her neck. ‘I’m a mess.’
she would say with a dismissive wave of her hand, but to him she was
the most beautiful woman that existed in that moment.
placed his mug on the end table beside him, leaning down to press her
lips against his head sweetly.
he chuckled, catching her wrist as she turned. She tossed a playful
look over her shoulder as he tugged her closer, looping his finger
under the wrapped leather. She acquiesced with a fond smile, leaning
omelet is going to burn, vhenan,” she said. He grunted
noncommittally and captured her lips in a warm kiss. There wasn’t the
press of something more, nothing heated or desperate – just sweet
and loving, leisurely like he had all the time in the world. He
wasn’t always the best about finding the words to tell her how he
felt, so he kissed her just like this – and often. She caressed his
cheek with tender fingers, smiling against his lips at the pronounced
throat-clearing just a few feet away.
Krem said, looking pointedly at his project.
chuckled and pulled apart, albeit with much reluctance, her hand
lingering on his cheek before she stepped back into the kitchen with
not gross, Krem-puff,” Bull said with an easy grin.
is when you two do it. It’s just so… so…”
he finished, pressing his lips into a line. Bull laughed uproariously
and Liahra peeked around the corner, brow raised in question.
saps, baby.” Bull laughed again.
rolled her eyes. “Oh no, how positively awful.” Her voiced was
heavily laced with sarcasm that made Krem groan. She stepped back out
of the kitchen with two plates, breezing behind where he sat on the
couch. She came around the other side, offering his plate with that
secret smile she shared only with him. She wouldn’t kneel with Krem
around, but they had other protocols in place that wouldn’t be
disruptive when he was nearby. She kept her hand extended, palm up,
even after Bull took the plate from her grasp. He took her wrist in
his free hand, pulling her forward with a gentle tug, just enough to
place a reverent kiss against her pulse at her wrist. He smiled at
the shudder it evoked, meeting her gaze.
you,” The words rumbled through his chest, more noise than anything
as he released her. She flushed prettily and stepped around the
coffee table to where Krem sat.
what, so now that you’re starting high school in the fall you’re too
cool for a little affection?” Liahra asked, voice light and
teasing. Krem shot her a dry look, attempting to smother the smile
that threatened. She lifted the plate away when he tried to reach for
it, tapping her cheek with a smug grin. “Pay the toll, kiddo.”
groaned and sagged theatrically, his smile finally spilling over.
Bull watched them, his heart clenching in his chest. He’d never
imagined his life would turn out this way – an amazing kid, a job
he loved, great friends, and a woman who made his breath hitch every
time she smiled.
scrunched up his face and gave Liahra a quick peck on the cheek even
as he laughed. She handed over his heavily burdened plate, mirth
shining in her eyes.
mom.” Krem said around a bite of egg. He didn’t even seem to
notice. She froze for half a beat, a shared look passing between her
and Bull. He didn’t know why the sound of Krem calling her 'mom’ made
his chest feel tight, nearly overcome with some unknown emotion. But
he couldn’t think about that when her face broke out into the most
breathtaking smile he had ever seen.
problem, Krem-puff.” she said, ruffling his hair as she fetched her
own plate from the kitchen.
awash with it. It was just the little things – the way she let her
hair down the moment she sat on the floor next to him, knowing how
much he loved to run his fingers through it. The way Krem grimaced at
the mushrooms on Liahra’s plate.
delicious. You’re crazy.”
way she rested her head on his knee as she continued the book she had
been reading. The way Krem honed in on his project with laser focus,
occasionally glancing over at them with a smile. The way they all did
the dishes together, laughing and splashing each other until everyone
was running in retreat. The way she curled up against them both on
the couch with tired murmurings of 'my boys’
as she managed to fall asleep during a fucking terrifying
didn’t need anything else in his life as long as he had this. As long
as he had them. He
couldn’t imagine a future without them. Didn’t want to.
Liahra greeted him much later when he stepped out onto the balcony.
She was leaning against the railing toward the city lights dotting
the night sky, looking back at him over her shoulder. Fuck,
she was beautiful like that, with the lights framing her face like a
walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She
chuckled and leaned back into his embrace, sighing happily as she
took another drag of her cigarette.
good?” She asked, nuzzling into him.
She chuckled as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the smell of
her, always so intoxicating. They stayed that way for a while, simply
holding each other as they looked out at the city lights. Just being
near her was a comfort.
he nearly grunted. She hummed in question. “Let’s get married.”
didn’t even hesitate.
She breathed, but he could practically hear
the smile on her face.
he replied, tightening his arms around her.
real talk from the mod: Sorry about being away for so long. A lot of stuff happened in my life (A LOT wow) beginning with the regular uni+work thing to major relationship and mental health issues (guess whose therapist moved country in the midst of their Biggest Problempile Ever, how can I be this unlucky) so yEAH I had a lot of stuff going on. But! For now it seems I’m through the most of it. Can’t promise how often I’ll update but… I’m back to at least trying lmao. Have a nice day, y’all!
Navy Cross (13056 words) by Sholio Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peggy Carter & Daniel Sousa & Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter & Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa & Jack Thompson, background Peggy/Daniel - Relationship Characters: Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Presumed Dead (kinda), extremely sketchy science Summary: Jack gets a taste of real heroism. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
I started this for an SSR Confidential treat (and for my genprompt-bingo “Radiation” square), then it exploded wildly out of control in a shower of feels, and now it’s FINALLY done. *flings onto AO3, runs away*
The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.
Bc I’m a slut for magical lesbians and lore and magic in general and demons and they’re so! pretty!
Cross stitching is funsies except when you have to stitch cURlS and there are so many lines o.O
Now I only have to fill everything out, so it’s time to chill
And I found a pretty font to satisfy my need for dramatic flair