#scaeden

bonus:

I thought of angels Choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water See how dirty I can get them Pulling out their fragile teeth And clip their tiny wings

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

i finished that thing

thanatos belongs to ti-me-lo-rd

S T O P THIS ATTACK AGAINST ME THIS IS SO MUCH I WANT IT

CAN’T YOU JUST PICTURE IT THOUGH?

All his hard edges are softened with a bit more flesh, happy and healthy and glowing with it, that little round softness of his belly furred with a thick line of dark hair that Braeden drags her nails through every morning when she wakes him up. She grins as he laughs and shoves at her, trying to wriggle away and closer at the same time, until they are wrestling in the bed and she pins him, all graceful strength and hidden power.

And when Scott gets home from his nursing coursework at BHCC he flops down on the couch and it’s late and he’s cold and okay, kind of grouchy, but Derek just throws his big, heavy, solid body over Scott’s lap, pushes him into the couch and hugs him and kisses him with rough-edged kisses as Scott digs happy fingers into the softness of Derek’s sides. He knows it’s difficult for Scott, being away from them both all day, so he just gives and gives until Scott’s laughing and panting, squirming underneath him, and Braeden says “Come to bed, boys.”