nothingeverlost:

trashandscraps:

lizzington + domestic au
no villains. no crime fighting. no danger. just two lovesick idiots traveling the world, drinking fancy wine, eating great food, and making out like horny teenagers. 

Chel this is so perfect I want to cry.

I don’t know if you have thoughts on jobs? But I want to write domestic au with Red as a pulp fiction writer, and Lizzie come home from being out and he’s all gleeful ‘I killed three people today, it was gruesome and bloody.’ And Lizzie rolls her eyes and kisses him and basically does ‘that’s nice dear.’ And pillow talk is sometime ‘what are your thoughts on garroting?’ and Lizzie is all ‘it might work. Less detectable than the knife if he has to go through a metal detector.’