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VERY late birthday present for the lovely @5ftgarden who requested domestic fluff for our Modern AU Liahra and Bull! I hope you like this dear heart. Sorry it took me so long.

Also tagging @ladylike-foxes and @thevikingwoman because y’all like modern Liahra.

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.


The 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.


She placed his mug on the end table beside him, leaning down to press her lips against his head sweetly.


“Hey,” 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 forward.


“Your 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.


“Ew.” Krem said, looking pointedly at his project.


They chuckled and pulled apart, albeit with much reluctance, her hand lingering on his cheek before she stepped back into the kitchen with a smile.


“Kissing’s not gross, Krem-puff,” Bull said with an easy grin.


“It is when you two do it. It’s just so… so…”


“So?”


“Sappy,” he finished, pressing his lips into a line. Bull laughed uproariously and Liahra peeked around the corner, brow raised in question.


“We’re saps, baby.” Bull laughed again.


Liahra 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.


“Thank 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.


“Oh 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.”


Krem 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.


Krem 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.


“Thanks, 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.


“No problem, Krem-puff.” she said, ruffling his hair as she fetched her own plate from the kitchen.


Love.


He was 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.


“It’s fungus.”


“It’s delicious. You’re crazy.”


The 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 movie.


He 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.


“Hey,” 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 halo.


He 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.


“All good?” She asked, nuzzling into him.


“Better than good.”


“Oh?” 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.


“Hey,” he nearly grunted. She hummed in question. “Let’s get married.”


She didn’t even hesitate.


“Yeah?” She breathed, but he could practically hear the smile on her face.


“Yeah,” he replied, tightening his arms around her.


“I’d like that.”

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whoa, what?! I’m back!! sry guys I had to cross out certain aDULT WORDS we have children here

thanks @asktonymasters for telling this child off

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*

How lucky am I that of all the paths to cross, I stumbled upon yours. Out of all the universes I could’ve made, I got to create one with you. Life is funny like that, and I tend to enjoy it’s humor.
—  @endlessunicornsauce

“I’m not gay.

I mean, I don’t think I am, but I don’t think I’m straight, either.

I don’t know what I am. I think I might be nothing.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

I absolutely loved this scene in the recent season of Bojack. And I just can’t wait to see what comes next for Todd! 

Witch Tips: Spells Gone Bad 💣

🖤 There’s always talk about learning to undo anything that you do in case a spell or curse goes wrong, but what I rarely see is people writing them self a reversal into the spell it’s self.

🖤 Something along the lines of “Should the effects of this spell no longer be desired the lighting of this candle, (or crossing out these words, breaking this thing, etc) shall dismantle it”

🖤 You can write all sorts of fail safes into spells, not just for the purpose of stoping them, but also to close loop holes.

🖤 And while you should still learn to do reversals, this provides you with a quick and easy solution to a needed get out of jail free card.

Star-Crossed

It just wasn’t meant to be…

The stars never aligned
  Always drifting near, but
  Never close enough.

Our time never stilled
  Only at a crawl, yet
  Slipping from our grasp.

We were never meant to be
  But I never… never
  Loved you any less.

-DY

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.

Wip of my current stitching project, @charminglyantiquated ’s Addison and Grey from her comic Cursed

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
I died
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