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shadowgeist-stars · 1 year ago

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There's something I wish we talked more about...

Everyone likes wondering about how the big "Lamiroir is actually Thalassa Gramarye and Trucy and Apollo are her kids" reveal would affect our oblivious pair of half-siblings. But I noticed that a grand total of NO ONE thinks about how certain other characters would also take the news. Mainly in Apollo's Khura'in family. (There will be SoJ spoilers below)

Let's start with an easy one. Datz.

He already knows Apollo (as "AJ"), and it looks like he meets Trucy when saving Apollo and Dhurke from the undersea cavern. Obviously a generally fun-loving fellow who I bet would happily call Trucy an honorary Defiant Dragon if he caught wind of her being Apollo's sister. Doubly so when remembering she managed to stow away in Edgeworth's luggage to reach Khura'in. (Rule-breakers need to stick together!) He'd probably also assign her some kind of nickname like TW or something, and consider himself her new uncle. He also seems like the only one crazy enough to willfully be Trucy's magic assistant/guinea pig, which would spare Apollo and Athena.

Then comes Rayfa, our dear crown princess.

While not as emotionally invested as her brother (and we'll get to him), it would be a surprise to learn that "Horn Head" has a little sister. And it just so happens to be the girl with the strange blue hat who was watching from the gallery during the trial that got Ga'ran deposed. While a bit upset that she never really got to talk to her back then, Rayfa would be fairly alright with seeing Trucy as a sister of some kind... and discuss with her the ways of pestering both of their brothers all in good fun.

Of course, Trucy would be over the moon to the mere idea of calling Rayfa her little sister, especially when she's a literal princess on the road to being queen. Their personalities could bounce off of each other surprisingly well, and maybe Trucy can help Rayfa swallow enough of her pride to actually call either of the boys "brother." And thanks to Phoenix's connections to Maya and Pearl, Trucy knows other spirit mediums who might be able to help Rayfa in her training.

And now we get to someone with a bit more... complicated stake in the matter, and honestly the meat and potatoes for this whole post: Nahyuta.

Being completely honest here, I think our dear Last Rites Prosecutor would take this news as a complete slap in the face. "Let it go and move on" mantra be damned, he'd basically be told "Hey, remember your first case against Apollo? With that magician girl you tried to get convicted for murder who turned out to have been framed? Yeah, she's actually your brother's sister, which also kinda makes her your sister by proxy. You unknowingly tried to get your own sister condemned for murder and quite possibly put on death row." (Since, y'know, capital punishment's still a thing in Ace Attorney L.A.)

Even if we almost never see our Not Guilty defendants hold a grudge against the prosecutors, Nahyuta's entire deal in Spirit of Justice was doing everything he possibly could to protect his baby sister and his mom, being unnecessarily harsh with the defense and the accused in the process. So finding out that he tried to condemn someone who could be considered part of his family on a false charge wouldn't be without consequence. (Turnabout Revolution only proved that because of his parents' direct involvement.)

Undoubtedly, he'd see fit to apologize to Trucy personally upon learning about her being Apollo's little sister, and would do so at his earliest convenience. But we can all be certain that she'd gladly accept him as another big brother regardless of any perceived "past transgressions." There would be hugs involved, I'm sure, and Nahyuta would be able to... possibly bring out the protective and caring big brother he was supposed to be from the very beginning.

Side note: Y'know this here lightning thing you see with Amara when she gets mad? And also Dhurke's dragon glare when he goes Mad Dad on Paul Atishon?

I get the feeling Nahyuta would inherit either or both of their little tricks to some extent when his big brother instinct REALLY kicks into high gear.

#ace attorney #spirit of justice #datz are'bal #rayfa padma khura'in #nahyuta sahdmadhi #trucy wright #the inherent fluff of the Perception siblings and the Khura'in royal siblings claiming one another as family #and especially the inherent fluff of Big Brother Yuty

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fangirlofallthefanthings · 9 months ago

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Hello!

My name is Char. (any similar nickname is acceptable) I am an artist, writer, and, as the name implies, a fan of many things. I mostly reblog or shout rare, post-worthy thoughts into the ether. At the moment, my interests lie with:

The Trojan War and Greek Mythology in general

Ancient History

EPIC: The Musical

Crochet

However, if anything shiny catches my eye, I'll also reblog that.

If you choose to follow, great! But there are a few ground rules you need to be aware of:

This is a safe space. If you're going to be a bigot, terf, ableist, racist, any sort of phobic, or disrespectful in any way, shape, or form, get the fuck out.

With that out of the way I have posted a few things that might tickle your fancy on A03! I am the account "A_Humble_Fan17" over there. Here is the link

There is much more on the way, but in the meantime, feel free to check out the tags "fanfic" and "char writes" for any updates or snippets! Here are a few things I'm working on:

A series of four works that go through Odysseus's life (details below)

An AU where Paris of Troy mistakenly kidnaps Penelope instead of Helen titled Ithaca's Nine

A medieval AU with a twist involving characters from the Iliad and Odyssey titled Adventure Awaits! that I will be updating here on Tumblr (link to Pt.1)

A post-canon fic for the movie trilogy Night At The Museum titled When The World's (Treasures Are) At Stake (link to snippet)

THE BIG SERIES:

A Boy and A Goddess: Odysseus fights the giant boar as a boy and wins, gaining Athena's favor and a large scar on his leg. Tiny Bean(tm) hijinx continue through the years as he becomes a man. And maybe a little self-discovery?

A Change of Plans: Word travels to Ithaca that Helen of Sparta is up for marriage. Prince Odysseus decides to go, mainly to make allies for Ithaca but partly to watch the chaos unfold. But when he meets Helen's cousin, Penelope, plans change. This work involves the evolution of OdyPen's relationship, the oath of Tyndareus, Odysseus winning Penelope's hand, their marriage, and Odysseus becoming king. Also baby Telemachus! :D

Troy Story: War. Lots of angst. A lot of blaming himself. But he finds unlikely friends and allies through it all.

The King and The Infant: (explanation here)

I can't wait to share more with you all! More is on the way! I promise! <3

Asks: Open! :D

Worm by my lovely moot, @iroissleepdeprived

#char ramblings #big post

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heaven-surrounds-you · 9 months ago

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your cats... show them to me... please...🙏

I have too many cats but that’s bc I also take care of an outdoor feral cat community. Anyways here’s the indoor cats going in birth order.

MY TUMBLR WONT LOAD THE PICTURES FOR SOME REASON??? ONCE IT DOES ILL SHOW THEM TO YOU.

Beans (5 years old, gray tabby with orange eyes)

Her real name is Athena but when she was a baby she almost got crushed by a family sized can of Bush’s Baked Beans so. Beans.

I trained her to high five and do handshakes last year when I was extremely high and waiting on my food to warm up. I’m currently teaching her the difference between my left and right hand.

Got in trouble last week for ripping open and eating bags of kitten food for the outdoor cats even though she has plenty of food.

Val (4 years old, tortie with orange eyes, Beans’ niece)

Her name is short for Valentine but I mainly just call her Mouse bc she has a very tiny face and big ears

She is married to my dog. They are wives and there’s no debating it.

Her favorite color is dark blue. And her favorite toy is a dark blue spiral hair tie. She chirps whenever she finds it and will carry it around the house.

Cupid (4 years old, brown tabby with a bit of tortie and orange eyes, Val’s sister)

She will mother anything. She loves playing mom.

Insanely moody with me and everybody except Anchovy for absolutely no reason.

Is generally pretty good but will try to kill you if you touch her feet.

Beetlejuice (almost 3, brown tabby with mostly black on his back and orange eyes)

My son. He never stops screaming. He yearns at all hours of the day and has woken me up multiple times.

His name came from the pattern on his back, which I don’t have a good picture of. But it’s mostly black except for two brown stripes that run down his spine, and then he has symmetrical circle shapes on either side of his stomach — which resemble the segmentation of a beetle.

The name also stuck bc he insists that everything is about him and he needs to be the center of attention. He is a menace and has been permabanned from my bedroom for trying to eat one of my joints.

Mr Hyde (almost 3, brown tabby but with a more silvery-tone in the browns, orange eyes, Beetle’s twin)

His name became fitting bc his brother chases and attacks him relentlessly to the point he spends all of his time hiding in the master bedroom closet.

Whenever he comes out he will stand up and give me hugs, so his nickname is Mr Huggy. If you pet him for long enough his eyes drift apart and he purrs while sticking his tongue out.

He’s a sweet little man and has the same beetle-like pattern, just in a cooler tone of browns.

Anchovy (almost 1, orange tabby with orange eyes)

I found him outside getting bullied by the other feral cats with no nearby siblings or momma. He was sick and tiny so I brought him in and took care of him myself. Cupid and Val adopted him and took care of him whenever I wasn’t feeding him. I think he might be inbred or at least stunted bc he’s very very Small for his age but that’s ok bc we love him.

He gets along with literally all of the other cats??? Which is insane to me bc I stg every other day they’ll just start having beef with each other. But he loves them and they love him.

Genuinely has never done anything bad in his entire life. He’s literally always happy and it amazes me. He’s just a little guy and he loves to play. The worst things he’s done has been eating frowup (that was not his) and messing up the blinds trying to eat a stinkbug. He’s just the perfect little boy.

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chironshorseass · 3 years ago

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Writing prompt #37 with percabeth pre-tlo (where the person saying it might want to keep it a secret…) TYSM <333

(i think…..this is the “i had a dream about you” sentence starter. so i’ll go with that :) )

in which the aphrodite kids host a party and regrets happen. tw alcohol and mentions of alcoholism.

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if points could be given just by stealing glances, percy would never have failed algebra.

this thought is stupid, maybe—probably a product of being adhd, but he can’t help it, since he did. fail algebra. and also fail everyone else. there’s no point in stealing glances when he wins no points at all, sulking in the farthest corner of the aphrodite cabin like the wall’s shadow as he watches his friends have fun.

as he steals glances. at one girl in particular. she doesn’t return them, however. sounds of laughter and the blasting songs of avril lavigne clatter in his mind like shattering glass. then a cheer. he looks up again, only to find annabeth chug down another drink, handing the cup over to an overly-touchy conner. temptation crawls up his throat, to go to her. but he holds his ground with the grinding of his teeth. there’s no point—fifteen minutes ago, she’d told him to go away, to stop being such a baby.

fine. if she wants it that way.

she doesn’t, of course. he doesn’t. annabeth’s even worse when drunk.

“oh my gods, perce,” comes a voice laced with sweetness. silena is there, standing over him with her hands on her hips. “you’re seriously gonna sit here all broody and shit?”

he finds the strength to shrug.

silena doesn’t buy it. she never does. “come on, pretty boy.”

and he doesn’t respond, even if he hates his most recent nickname with all his being; silena knows it, too.

“ugh, seriously?”

“i’m fine, silena.” he doesn’t mean to snap, but he does anyway. it’s completely in character for him to do so, he supposes—especially these days.

she just raises an eyebrow. whoever said that the aphrodite kids are weak never had a confrontation with one of them. “just because she told you to stop fussing over her doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try. because seriously, she’s gonna need it. that girl has no self control, and i’m actually surprised, for once.”

“who said i was here because of annabeth?”

she scoffs, crouching down to his eye level. this should infuriate him, maybe, but this is also silena. talking to her about a certain daughter of athena has always given him the urge to cry.

“percy, honey…i know these things. you know i know these things. so don’t play dumb with me and actually go to her.”

he looks away, grumbling, “i’m fine like this, thank you very much. besides, i’m not into partying.”

“the first time in like, forever that chiron leaves camp and you won’t enjoy yourself?” she makes a tsk sound. “nope, i don’t buy it. come on.”

“i’m tired, is all,” he manages. it’s not a lie, either. tired. he’s tired of pretending like everything’s okay. “just…go back to your drinking games or whatever. i don’t want to ruin your fun.” he nods over to clarisse, who, as he guessed, is watching them expectantly, waiting for silena.

“come on, percy. for a couple of minutes. please? and then you can go back to your self pity, i don’t care—just…give it a try. for annabeth.”

“percy! hi!”

annabeth’s voice isn’t really annabeth’s voice. it’s something else, trapped between euphoria and excitement. it had been so long since she addressed him with such happiness, and maybe this is why she doesn’t sound like her at all—why he might suddenly want to steal one of the red cups that’s being filled to the brim with the mystery drink travis stoll had brought and chug it down in one gulp. why he wants to grab her face and beg her to stop crushing his heart into pieces for at least an hour. just one hour, and he would be alright.

of course, he does none of those things.

he stammers instead: “hey, uh. annabeth. hey. you alright? you, uh, need some water?”

she bites down on her bottom lip, which isn’t distracting at all. “why would i need some water?”

“it helps lower the level of alcohol in your system. especially if it’s sparkling water.”

this time, she frowns. “i’m not drunk, though.”

he wants to argue that yes, you are, and i don’t like seeing you this way; her nose and cheeks are flushed, a shade he recalls seeing on a man who didn’t know how to love so instead he spilled his heart into beer as if that would fix the emptiness inside. percy chastises himself. annabeth is different—she’s annabeth, his best friend who is also his worst enemy. but someone he cares for nonetheless. she’s drunk either way. this is what made him hide in a corner in the first place.

“how much did you drink?”

“a little! i swear! so maybe i’m a bit drunk. just super little!”

“okay, just”—he carefully pries the plastic cup from her hands—“no more, okay? i don’t want you to feel bad tomorrow.”

“but what’s the point in that?” she pouts. “because if i feel bad, you’ll take care of me, but if i don’t, you’ll just go away!”

again, annabeth is so much worse when drunk. and he knows that she doesn’t mean to say this, that she’s not in her right state of mind, but it still feels like all she wants to do is leave him in a frozen mountainside to die.

“i—okay, annabeth—”

“i want to be with you, seaweed brain.” she throws her arms around him, and all of a sudden nothing else matters, as corny as it is. maybe there’s a wolf whistle or two; he doesn’t care, not when she’s got that look on her face as she meets his eyes.

“i thought you said you wanted me to go away,” he says, breathless.

she gives him a small smile, and it sprouts doubt in his chest like weeds—about whether or not she’s sober. “i like to lie when i’m with you.”

no. she’s definitely drunk. a tingle starts from the base of his neck, where annabeth plays with a lock of his hair.

“no more drinking if you’re with me,” he says. “okay?”

her smile widens; her eyes sparkle like stars. “i don’t need anything else.”

in an instant annabeth’s arms tighten around him; she embraces him fully, nose pressed to his shoulder. a few feet away, silena gives him a thumbs up as he helps drew set up the beer pong.

“i missed you.”

he pats her back with the palm of his hand, closes his eyes, drowns his face in her curls. “i missed you, too.”

“i had a dream about you, you know.”

the comment takes him completely by surprise; annabeth is yet to pull away. he recovers quickly, though.

“was it like, a demigod dream?” he asks tentatively.

“no,” she says simply. now is when she draws back, meeting him face to face. but he can’t manage to let her go just yet. “i liked the dream. because you kissed me. like, an actual, good kiss. and everything was perfect.”

“i, um…” his heart stammers, then stops, maybe. he’s not sure, because all he can focus on is how wide her eyes are, how they almost look sky blue in the fairy lights. then reality hits him. “maybe we should go.”

“so we can kiss?” she says hopefully.

“no, ‘beth. you’re drunk. you need to sleep, or, or something.”

her arms pull him closer, close enough for him to fully smell the alcohol coming from her warm breaths. “i want to kiss you, though.”

hands gripping her waist, he separates himself from her, if just a tad. “you’re drunk. you don’t want to kiss me, so just—”

“no, you don’t want to kiss me!” her skin turns a deeper shade of red, traveling from her cheeks all the way to her neck, like a creeping vine.

“yeah, i don’t! not if i’m the only one sober!”

she backs away. her touch lingers, however. like when you’ve placed your hand in the warm, oven glass for too long.

“but he kissed me.” her words come as a confrontation, and with it the dread from watching her all night come in loose strings.

“who?” it’s a shame he has to ask.

she crosses her arms, looks over her shoulder. a second passes before he knows exactly who it is. connor stoll waves at them, then falters once he catches onto percy’s expression.

oh.

“connor? connor fucking stoll? really, annabeth?”

“well, you don’t want me,” she says, a tremor in her voice; her eyes glisten. stars melting. “you clearly don’t want me, but maybe someone else does.”

“for fuck’s sake, you—”

he reaches for her, because he may hate to see her drunk, but it’s worse if she cries, and no no no this can’t be happening because she’s running away from his hands and now all that’s left is a ghostly memory.

“you’re all i want, but damn it, annabeth, you’re drunk; you’re not thinking—”

“but you don’t show that!” she cries, and this is when tears roll down, when people start to notice. “i’m not all you want! all you want is some shitty mortal girl who’s apparently way better than me!”

“is this some competition, then? because last time i checked, you kissed connor, of all people!”

bile rises in him, a hot rod gnawing in his chest that comes every time he argues with her. gods, he’s tired. tired of arguing.

“i can do whatever the fuck i want! i’m sure you kiss plenty of girls, you, with your dumb fucking face—”

“okay, i think you need to rest—”

she pushes him away. “no, fuck you, percy! you are the last fucking person to tell me what i need. because what i need is—”

“hey, girlie,” silena says gently, suddenly behind her. she grasps annabeth by the shoulders. “c’mon, let’s go.”

annabeth’s lip trembles, and the only thing percy can do is watch. do nothing as he’s stomped on, again and again.

“but i don’t want to go—”

silena shushes her. “you two will talk in the morning, okay?”

something about her soothes annabeth; maybe it’s the honey in her voice, because she nods. silena makes eye contact with him just as they turn away. soon they are lost in the crowd of demigods.

percy’s fists clench. he doesn’t move, only looks around. but connor is also gone.

fuck everything, he thinks.

no one notices him leave.

they find each other in the dining pavilion, the next morning. her eyes are puffed up and red and glaring as if the sun is too much. perhaps it is. but she’s nothing but beautiful, even if she may look half dead, leaning against a pillar. he’s the one to approach her first.

“i’m sorry.”

she glances up, startled. her expression says it all.

“no i...i shouldn’t have...” she starts, but her throat seems to close up. it must hurt for her to speak, or else why would her voice sound so rough?

“you…you weren’t in your right state of mind—”

“i know.” her lips purse together. “it won’t happen again.”

a million things are left unsaid, and a million more are left in the dark. he’s not sure what they are, anymore.

“but, um, i was just wondering…about what you said.”

“i don’t know what i said.”

it’s half a lie, though.

because, then, why are you sorry?

maybe she was drunk, but he’s certain that she remembers, at least somewhat. or at least that someone told her. her expression says it all once more.

so he doesn’t give up, not when he’s made it this far.

“you told me…that you wanted to kiss me.” he wrings his hands together as his eyes flicker to their shoes. “something along those lines. did you…” his gaze lands on her like a magnet. he never seems to stop. “did you mean it?”

she’s all hardened stone, and her words are bitter and cold. “i was drunk, percy. what more do you want to hear?”

"nothing, nothing, but..."

but i'll always choose you. forever. i never kissed anyone else, and i don't want to kiss anyone else but you. you are everything to me, and then some.

the words wilt in his throat like the discarded roses on his mom's dining table.

"just forget it," she says. "okay? forget i said anything, because i...didn't mean it."

something lies beneath her eyes, but Percy's too tired to fish it out, explore it with his hands. he just lets it be and continues. he bites his feelings down just as he later bites down on his toast. and watches annabeth.

there’s no point in stealing glances when you win no points at all.

#percabeth fic #percabeth #pjo fic #pre tlo #look mom i can write #holiday gifts #<- u can send anything you'd like me to write and maybe I'll pull thru w it lol #but yeah this one's 4 u anon<33 #hope u liked the angst whoopsie I kinda overdosed

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teawiththegods · 2 years ago

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oh oh what nicknames/pet names do your deities have for you (if any) and! what ones do you have for them?

for me it’d be:

ares calls me kiddo, little one, and little warrior (both make me all <33) and i call him by his name (haven’t thought of a nickname for him just yet)

apollo calls me idiot and dumbass (both affectionately or when he’s especially tired of me, the variety is incredibly funny to one of us). in retaliation, i call him mathlete, sunshine, and (on rarer occasions) choir boy (all affectionate, of course)

hermes calls me kid/kiddo and i’ll usually just refer to him by name or with “dude”, “dork”, or “bestie” (when i decide to be extra annoying)

hestia will call me little one sometimes, as well as sweetheart, i call her by her name (also haven’t thought of a nickname for her yet)

dionysus calls me kid (or my name) and i usually call him dio

hades calls me young one/little one as well as child (usually with a my in front of it, “my child”) and i call him by his name (gotta think of a cool nickname for him)

hypnos calls me young one/little one and child, and i’ll often call him by his name (i’ve called him songbird once or twice because of his correlation but i usually refer to him by name)

anon from just now with the nicknames and i don’t think i ever realized how many of my deities start with the letter “h” until i typed out that list lmao

I have the same problem except for me its the letter "A" xDDD

You know its funny bc I have nicknames for them but they don't really have them for me except for Zeus, Hermes, and Aphrodite who call me an abundance of names! Its like when you have a pet and you call them every name except their actual name! lol!

Apollo tends to save the pet names for when I'm having an anxiety attack because the shock of him calling me a cute name helps me focus on something other then my spiraling thoughts.

So here are my nick names for them!

Zeus is obviously Big Poppa

Apollo is Golden Prince, Lolo, Mr. Wonderful

Aphrodite is Dite, Ditekins

Hermes is Herms, Baby Boy, Bestie, Sexy Boy, and a bunch of other flirtatious names because we flirt a lot lol!

I can see myself calling Demeter "Mom" one day

Persephone is Sephie

Sometimes I call Athena, Thena. I think she tolerates it bc she knows im attempting to bond with her xD

Artemis refuses to have a nickname unless its something she thinks is cool and I tried to explain to her thats not how nicknames work but you know...its Artemis.

And Eris is just Eris because well...shes Eris! Doesn't really need a nickname.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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The Mistletoe Proposal

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, kissing, a little bit of friendly bullying with buck.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: Based on this request and this request!! this is basically a part 2 to The Parent Trap but it can be read as a stand alone :)

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It was Christmas Eve and the 3 of you sat on the couch watching how the grinch stole Christmas. Emily and Christopher had spent the day hanging out and playing video games while you put up last minute decorations and did some gift wrapping. Christmas was always super small for the two of you, it usually consisted of you buying gifts for Emily and then tv in your pjs all day but since Eddie and Chris came into your lives this year, you decided it was time to go all out.

“What do you two want for dinner?” leaning back into the couch as you paused the movie.

“Pizza”

“Burgers”

“How about both ?”

A loud yes and the two of them getting off the couch to go get their shoes. Your phone buzzed as you tumbled through your bag for your car keys. Pulling it out of your pocket, Eddie’s name popped up on the screen.

From Eddie: What are you guys up to ?

To Eddie: Going out for pizza and burgers

From Eddie: Did you starve them today ? Why both ?

To Eddie: Haha very funny Diaz, they’re growing children

From Eddie: Swing by the station ? I miss you guys

To Eddie: We’ll see, I'll message you if we’re coming by

From Eddie: Bobby’s making dinner but sounds good

“Kiddos! Can we take a rain check on burgers and pizza ? Eddie just texted and Bobby’s making dinner at the station. Maybe we should stop by ?”

The two kids nodded, “can we take the cheesecake too ?” Emily asked you, her and Christopher were sitting on the bench by the front door. You headed back to the fridge to grab the cake before heading out.

The drive wasn't very long, it was only 15 minutes from your place to the station. Helping the kids out, they went into the station a few seconds before you, you had to get the cheesecake from the car. When you got in, Buck was being smothered with hugs from the kids. “Hey pretty boy” you smiled at him, the nickname making him laugh, he pulled you in for a hug. “Hey yourself, I haven’t seen you in forever”

“You saw me last week Buck”

“Yeah but that’s too long, who’s supposed to make me dinner if Bobby doesn't cook ? Plus Eddie won’t share whatever you pack for him” he pouted at you, his arm over your shoulder.

“Oh you poor baby, I'll make sure you make double next time. One for him and one for you” you chuckled, Buck smiled. Chim and Hen had already come down and helped the kids up the stairs and to the game machine. “This place is so cool!” Emily said to Christopher, Christoper smiled at her, “I know!”

“Hey, I thought you said you'd text if you were coming ?” Eddie walked over, giving you a hug. “Surprise ?” hugging him back and chuckling, he kissed your cheek. “Did they say hi to you ?” the two of you looked over at the kids who were very into the game they were currently playing. “No,” he laughed, “they ran off. I’m gonna go say hi, make yourself comfortable” Eddie’s hand squeezed your waist softly before letting go.

Turning to the kitchen, you were greeted by Bobby who was stirring something in a pot. “Is that cheesecake ?” he looks over at the box in your hand, you nodded. “A little something for you guys. Chris and Em helped me make it,” you glanced over at the kids before whispering, “if there’s any eggshells, just bypass that ?” Bobby nodded with a smile. “I’m sure it’s great.”

“What can I help with ?” you washed your hands and took a look around.

“You’re a guest don’t worry about that” he told you, you shook your head, “Oh please, let me help. It's a lot”

“Fine, but only because you insist. The carrots and celery need to be chopped and someone needs to let the table” he said, his attention still on the pot in front of him.

“I got the veggies. Eddie! Buck!” the two men found their way over to you in a matter of seconds. “Set the table please ?” smiling sweetly at them, Buck glanced over at Eddie.

“Question Buck?” you glare at him,

He shakes his head, “Oh no, I’m fine”

“Why are you two still standing here ? Go set the table” you nod towards the table, the two men walk away. You can still hear them bickering as they set the table.

“Is she always that bossy ?” Buck asks him, Eddie nods. “It’s hot though” Eddie replies and Buck agrees with him earning a smack to the arm. “Dude! c’mon that’s my girlfriend” Eddie groans making Buck laugh, “if only I had gone to pick up Chris that day” he jokes, Eddie walks away leaving Buck at the table.

“You should come around more often. They stopped listening to me months ago” Bobby tells you, “they’re a handful. I don't know how you do it” you laugh, taking over at the stove.

After dinner, Eddie disappears with Chris and Emily for a few minutes only to come back with a suspicious look on all 3 of them. “What's up with you ?” taking a seat on the arm rest of the chair Eddie was sitting in, his arm comes up and wraps around your waist. “Nothing, just a little conversation” he smiles at you, your arm around his shoulder now.

“You’re losing!” your daughter giggles, Chim groans, “I'm not losing to children!” “You’re losing!” Chris laughs this time. You glance down at Eddie who has a smile on his face.

Your heart felt like it grew 10 times its size when you saw Eddie’s reaction to them.

“C’mon!” Buck shouts from the other end of the kitchen, he’s holding a mistletoe above Bobby and Athena.

Bobby smiles at Athena before kissing her. “Okay Mr. Buckley, get out of here now” Athena pushes him away, Buck gives her a grin and walks away.

He then finds his way over to Hen and Karen who are sitting at the table together. “What are you doing ?” Hen gives him a look, already tired of him. “Just spreading the holiday love. Come on, give your wife some lovin’” Buck and Karen laughed, Hen shook her head. “Say that again and I'll push you over the balcony” she gave Karen a kiss. Buck seems satisfied with his result, leaving them alone.

“Hey love birds” Buck smiled making his way over to you and Eddie. “Don’t start” Eddie warned him. “Fine,” Buck walked around the couch to where you sat and held up the mistletoe. “I’ll just give her a kiss myself” Buck leaned down and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him, “you’re a sweetheart Buck, but I think I rather kiss Eddie” you patted his chest and turned to Eddie. Buck gasped, his hand dramatically hitting his chest, “I’m hurt! how could you?!” he pouted, “you’ll find the right one Buck, don't worry” Eddie said, pulling you down onto his lap. His hand cupping your cheek, you leaned in. Eddie’s lips touched yours, every time felt like the first time, you never got tired of kissing him. Eddie pulled away when a chorus of “gross” and “ew” started, you both looked over to see Buck and Chim encouraging the kids.

Burying your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, you could feel the heat on your cheeks. “Are you blushing ?” Eddie whispered, kissing your head.

“No, you are” you mumbled, he chuckled, feeling the vibration each time he laughed.

“Let’s goooo!” Buck picked up Chris and ran down the stairs. “Okay little lady, your turn!” Chim picked up Emily and followed Buck down the stairs. “Where are you guys going !?” you shouted from the chair, “To show them the trucks!” Buck shouts back. You didn't think anything of it, you were glad you ended up coming to see Eddie at work.

“You know,” you fiddled with the collar of his shirt, Eddie’s arm was around your waist, your legs swung over the other end of the chair. Eddie hums waiting for you to continue, “you look kinda hot in your uniform. I never get to see you in it”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

“Maybe I'll have to wear it more often then” Eddie smiles at you as you get up. He grabs your hand, “where are you going?” he pouts. “C’mon, you’re gonna start pouting now ?” you gave him a look, he kept pouting. You leaned down and gave him a kiss, “would you look at that, the pout’s gone”

“Let’s go find the kids” Eddie holds your hand, letting you walk down as he follows behind you. As you get down the stairs, you stop in the middle of the station. The kids are up on the trucks. On one truck stood Buck and Chris holding on the end of a rather large banner. On the other truck stood Chim and Emily holding the other side of the banner. Everyone else stood by the truck, watching you as you read the banner.

“Will you marry me?”

You turned around to see Eddie, who was down on one knee now. Letting out a gasp, he opened the little velvet box to reveal the ring. “Y/n, I know we’ve only been together for a year but you make me happier than I could ever imagine. You’ve been so amazing with Chris and he loves you so much, as do I and I love Emily so much too,” he glances at the kids and gives them a smile. “Would you do me the honour of being my wife and marry me ?” he let out a breath, looking up at you.

“Yes! oh my god Eddie, yes” you leaned down, your hands holding his face. He smiled at you as he got up. You admired the ring as he slid the ring onto your finger, “you have excellent taste Mr. Diaz” you hold out your hand, admiring the ring again. “I had some help from Chris and Emily” his arm wraps around your shoulder.

Everyone comes over to congratulate the two of you, the kids come over to you two. “How could you two keep this from me?” you ask the kids, they smile at you. “He made us promise” Chris said, Emily nodded. “Do you like the ring mommy ?”

“I love it and I love you both so much” you give the two of them a hug. They run off with Chim to go play some game. Everyone clears out, going off to do their own thing. You and Eddie are still wrapped up in each other, most definitely in the honeymoon phase again. You look up at the kids with Chim when you spot the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

“Hey” you poke Eddie’s cheek, “what?” his brows furrow, his eyes follow your finger to the ceiling.

“That had to be-” he started,

“Shut up and kiss me already Diaz” He laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss.

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write-like-wright · 3 years ago

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u asked for requests so im here to comply😳could you maybe do a ”should you date them” with the defense attorneys in the series?? or just generally some other characters?? bc the prosecutor one added like 20 years to my lifespan lmao. hope u have a great day!!

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Here's the sequel, just for you <33

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney defense lawyers edition

Phoenix Wright

yes, you really should

probably one of the best, if not the best, boyfriends in the series

wanna get married? husband material

wanna have kids? father material

has a tendency to casually adopt children actually, could be an issue at some point

worships you

you know how some guys brag about how they'd die for you?

Nick would unironically die for you

may even come close a few times but I'm pretty sure he's canonically invincible (eating poisoned glass and falling off a burning bridge, who?? tis' but a scratch!)

massive gossip

gets home after an investigation and immediately starts like "you won't believe what I found out about Gumshoe today"

somehow surprisingly mature and good at keeping secrets in spite of everything

has a lot of really cool friends!!! and larry

have you seen those shoulders tho?? mans built like a dorito, smashing through massive wooden doors n stuff

biggest monthly expense is hair gel

claims his hair is natural but you know better

don't be the big spoon, he will poke your eyes out

can somewhat read your mind tho? a bit off-putting but ok

marry him before Edgeworth someone else does

Mia Fey

hell yeah, dude

cool, calm, collected

has literal superpowers

successful business owner at 27!!! unironical #girlboss

went from being a lame rookie to a literal legend with her own practice and an apprentice in, like, three years

she's so smart, I fear her

has the fashion sense of a female character drawn by a cis man... oh, wait

god help whoever tries to hurt you

will literally kick their ass to hell

family-oriented

believes in second chances

took phoenix under her wing after everything, mia has the patience of a saint honestly

drops cool oneliners in everyday speech like a marvel character

curve lovers rejoice

doesn't mind being called dorky nicknames

major wife material

Diego Armando/Godot

I already covered him in my prosecutors list,, literally did not occur to me to split Diego and Godot into two lists

but to sum up, if I had to choose between the two, I'd go for Diego

i like my men like i like my coffee - tall, dark and bitter

^^ eats up pickup lines like those

Apollo Justice

Polly is such a sweet babey boy, please be nice to him

short king

low on confidence, makes up for it by being loud

*voice cracking* HE'S FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

your neighbours will hate him

such a pushover, will do anything you ask of him

sensitive boy, not afraid to cry

pretends not to be dorky - is very dorky

consumes nerdy media almost exclusively (canonically a Whovian! but Capcom can't say that)

bikes everywhere and is apparently good with a hula hoop

Polly got cake is what I'm saying

have you seen his cool street style clothes?? sk8er boi

very grounded, literally

might play around and hold your hand for comfort

won't come to visit you if you live on a high floor, sorry

cat dad!!! cat pics!!! yes!!!

about 7 different tragic backstories

new secret family member drops every week

stares at you when you speak sometimes

is he jealous of Klavier?? does he have a crush on him??? who knows but it's funny watching them interact

bicon

spends way too much time on his hair

someone please date him, he deserves some love

Athena Cykes

holy childhood trauma batman

been through a lot

total empath

if you're sad, she's sad

can kinda read your mind... why is this such a common thing in AA games?? I like my privacy

super energetic

will drag you to the gym, take you on hikes, practice wrestling moves on you...

you will always be sore but also in the best shape of your life

has minus 25 chill

incapable of keeping secrets from you

her weird goth convict uncle threatens you every once in a while

she promises he means it in a friendly way

loves europop

way too accomplished for her age, everyone in this game is so smart, help

i feel like she'd enjoy theme parks idk

date her, she's baby and she needs some TLC

Kristoph Gavin

he's scary

thinks he's better than you

thinks he's better than everyone

has the audacity to wear white shoes with a blue suit??? are you going to prom????? sir????

obsessed with phoenix wright to an alarming degree

perfectly manicured nails!

the kind of guy who warns you never to go into his basement

nice on the outside but it's all fake

deeply rooted issues even he's unaware of

if you like drillbit hair consider Klavier instead

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

world's biggest baby

secretly a bitch

loves to clown on people

fake it till you make it

has no clue what he's doing most of the time

very determined in spite of that

everyone loves him

so many cool friends

cries at the thought of your bare ankles

physically incapable of walking by a shop and not buying something he doesn't need

"look, i got you a gift!!" "awh, how sweet! ...what is it?" "i don't know, i'll ask Mr Sholmes when he gets home!"

good with his tongue

may be somewhat trapped in the closet

has literally zero chill

remember when he just casually chased armed robbers??

must be a family trait

Iris interrogates you about your intentions with her brother

she has a gun

you have no privacy at his place

Sholmes crashes your dates

his bromance with Kazuma sometimes drops the "b"

becomes ultra cool eventually

hop into that time machine and date Ryu's ass, but be prepared to deal with period-appropriate homoeroticism and misogyny lol

Extra little shout out to Kazuma Asogi for that one time where he was a defense lawyer for, like, an hour and a half and somehow managed to cram 50 of the horniest one-liners in the game in that very limited time. Date him.

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #mia fey #diego armando #apollo justice #athena cykes #kristoph gavin #ryunosuke naruhodo #is that everyone?#hope you like this kajfkjkanjkang #aa ramblings #headcanons #request

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thisissirius · 4 years ago

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spoilers for 4x04.

five people who love buck unconditionally and the one to whom love can’t describe everything buck is firefam + buck (buck/eddie)

. protection

“I wanted her to tell you.”

Buck’s tried being mad at Chim. He’s been mad at Maddie and his parents, Chim, Eddie. Everyone and everything, even when they didn’t deserve it. “I know.”

If Buck remembers anything from the past few days it’s this; Chim batting for him, a solid barrier doing his best to stand by his girlfriend and Buck all at once.

“Can I ask you a question?” At Chim’s nod, Buck stares at his hands. “How did it feel when—Albert arrived and you knew your father loved him in ways he never could you?”

It’s an unfair question and Buck knows it. Chims expression shifts into discomfort and then something that Buck doesn’t wanna name.

“I’m sorry. That’s not fair.”

“Hey, no,” Chim says, reaching over and taking Buck’s arm. “I’m not offended that you asked. I can’t imagine—okay maybe I can a bit. It’s not a great feeling. I felt unloved. So not so different.”

Buck smiles, but there’s no humour in it. “Yeah. It sucks.”

“Except,” Chim continues, catching Buck’s eye and holding it. “That I’m not unloved. And neither are you.”

.buckaroo

Hen keeps watching him.

It’s fair. Buck keeps scaring everyone; not that he means to. Maybe he’s just that fucked that things will keep happening to him. Buck hopes not. He’s not sure there’s much left of him to take.

“You can ask.”

Hen raises her eyebrows. “Ask what?”

Buck waves a hand. “Whatever it is you wanna ask.”

“Buckaroo,” Hen says, and that name hurts. He ducks his head, feels an invisible hand squeeze his heart. Hen touches his thigh, squeezes. “Is it the name?”

“My mom doesn’t like nicknames,” Buck says, looking away. “She’s never liked that I call myself Buck. Chim had to call himself Howard just because he didn’t wanna put them out!”

Hen nods. She doesn’t move her hand. “I heard. Do you like the nickname?”

Buck nods. “I wouldn’t tell people that’s my name otherwise. I just feel—if I let everyone call me Evan, maybe she’d look at me for once and—“

“Love you?” Hen asks, her voice quiet.

Throat tight, Buck doesn’t know how to answer. He nods, feels his eyes burn with tears.

Hen shifts, sits on the couch next to him. “You’re my Buckaroo.”

Buck cries then, feels like it’s bursting out of him and through it all, Hen holds him.

.parental

Going into Bobby’s office never means anything good, but Buck finds some measure of comfort in it this time as he knocks on the door.

“Buck,” Bobby says with a smile. “I thought your first shift back wasn’t until—“

“It’s not,” Buck says, dropping into the chair opposite Bobby. “I wanted to talk to you. Well you and Athena but I didn’t wanna just turn up on your doorstep—“

Bobby raises an eyebrow. “That’s never bothered you before.”

“I haven’t doubted myself so much more,” Buck says before he can stop himself. At Bobby’s expression, he wipes a hand over his face. “Sorry that wasn’t meant to come out.”

“I’m glad it did.” Bobby pulls out his phone and Buck freezes, holds out a hand to stop him calling. The last thing Buck needs is to worry Eddie some more.

“You can’t call—“

“I’m calling Athena,” Bobby explains, but he smiles, amused. “Should I call someone else?”

Buck flushes, stares out of the glass to where he knows Hen and Chim are somewhere. To where Eddie is. “No.”

“Hmm.” Thankfully Bobby doesn’t say anything else. Buck waits, not even sure what Bobby’s calling Athena for, when the phone rings.

“Hey Baby,” Athena says.

“I have company,” Bobby says quickly, and Buck’s glad because no. He doesn’t wanna think about that.

“Oh?”

“Hey Athena,” Buck says, waving a hand even though she can’t see.

A pause. “Buckaroo! Where have you been?”

“Uh,” Buck starts.

“Bobby and I haven’t disappeared and I know you know where I live.”

Buck finds himself smiling, dropping his head. “I do.”

“Then I expect you on Saturday, you hear me?”

“I can’t,” Buck says. Before she can object, he continues, “I’m having dinner with Eddie and Chris.”

Athena makes a noise that Bobby shares. Buck deliberately doesn’t think about it. “Friday then. No objections.”

Buck meets Bobby’s eyes and smiles. “I don’t have any. I’ll see you Friday.”

“You better.” Athena’s tone is softer when she adds, “we love you, Buck, you know that right?”

Bobby holds his eyes and Buck feels warmth blossom up through him.

“I know.”

And he does.

.united

Buck takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. It takes a while, but then Maddie’s pulling it open. She looks upset, tired, and Buck feels awful. “I’m sorry.”

Maddie’s face crumples and Buck pushes into the apartment, taking her into his arms even as he shuts the door.

“I’m so sorry,” he says again, kissing the top of her head. “I said united front and left.”

Maddie shakes her head, pulling back. “You had every right.”

“Maybe,” Buck allows. “But I should have talked to you instead of ghosting you. I know how that feels after all.”

There’s a hint of a smile on Maddie’s face as they sit down. Neither of them knows quite what to say, but Buck reaches out, takes Maddie’s hand in his.

“You were nine,” he says slowly, squeezing her fingers. “What they asked you to do—you didn’t do anything wrong.” It’s taken a long time for him to be aware of that; a long time and people talking to him, letting him get everything out. Buck’s learning his support network is bigger than he thought.

Maddie nods, pressing a hand to her mouth.

“You’ve always had my back. You left,” he says, but shakes his head when she tries to talk. “I don’t mean—you left because you had to and I won’t hold that against you. I wish you had come to me sooner but I know why you didn’t, why you were scared.”

Looking hopeful, Maddie says, “if I could have taken you with me.”

“I know.” Buck smiles, less sadness in him than he’s had since their parents showed up. “You’ve always done what’s best for me, Maddie. I believe that. I love you.”

Again, Maddie starts to cry. “I do love you,” she says, pushing forward. The hug is awkward but Buck hangs on, kisses Maddie’s head. “I love you so much.”

.the gift

The Diaz kitchen is a mess when Buck enters. “Is this the right house?”

“No!” Chris pokes his head around the door. “You’re early!”

Over Chris’ head, Eddie looks—Buck wants to laugh. He’s got flour on one cheek, mixture on the other, and his hair is slick with—is that milk?

“Eddie,” Buck says around a laugh. Then, to Chris, he says, “what’s this for?”

Chris looks at his dad, then back to Buck. “You were sad the other day. I heard you crying but Dad was helping.” Buck’s chest seizes. Oh god. He never meant— “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I don’t know why your parents didn’t get you birthday cakes, Bucky! I asked Dad to help me make one.”

Buck’s speechless. He looks up at Eddie, who’s smiling softly at Chris—and at Buck? Buck nods, reaches out for Chris’ shoulder. “That makes me really happy.”

“Good,” Chris says. “Because Dad says you have to show people you love them when they can’t hear it. Or don’t want to.”

Buck feels burning behind his eyes. How many times is he gonna cry this week? “Thanks, Christopher.”

His voice breaks, but he doesn’t have time to hide because Chris hugs him tightly. “I love you, Buck.”

Buck squeezes his eyes shut, breathes in Chris and says, “I love you too.”

Later, when they’re full of dinner and cake, Buck’s got a Diaz boy either side. Eddie’s been asleep for about a half hour, tipping closer to Buck with every movie scene. Chris is still wide awake, tucked under Buck’s arm.

“Did the cake make you happy?”

Buck smiles. “It did. Your dad can bake!”

“Abuela had to talk to him because he was going crazy!”

Buck can imagine it. Eddie flitting about the kitchen in a mood because he fails at anything oven related. “Well I’m glad she did.”

Chris laughs, hugs himself closer to Buck. “Were you sad because your parents are mean?”

Buck closes his eyes. To see the world through a child’s lens. “Yeah. They just—didn’t love me as much as your mom and dad loved you.”

Chris looks up at him and Buck hates that he’s gonna find out things that can hurt. Things like absence and disinterest. That he already has. “I can share Dad.”

“Chris,” Buck says, overcome., and kisses the top of his head. “You’re such a good kid, you know that?”

“Not always,” Chris complains, and Buck laughs.

“Most of the time.”

Eddie’s raised a good kid. Kindness that Eddie’s got buried deep, and despite his own parental issues, manages to bring his kid up that way. When he turns, Eddie’s looking at him. Buck’s stomach swoops. Eddie leans in, hugs Buck awkwardly. “We’ll talk when he’s in bed.”

It should be terrifying; Buck’s never liked those words, but while Eddie’s expression is intense, there’s more love and affection staring him in the face than he knows what to do with.

.mine

Buck feels calm despite what he knows is coming. Chris begs for a story from both of them, then Buck needs to leave the room. He tells them he needs the toilet but really he’s overwhelmed. Calm, but overwhelmed. Can you be both?

“Hey,” Eddie says, hovering in the doorway. “How was dinner with Bobby and Athena?”

Buck thinks back to the meal, to Bobby and Athena being themselves while still showing Buck he’s not alone. It’s a tough thing they’ve all decided to do, convincing Buck he’s loved. It’ll take time, but he doesn’t doubt them. He trusts them. “It was a lot. But I’m glad I went.”

Eddie nods, crosses the room to sit next to him. “And you? Any urge to punch things?”

Buck laughs, tips his head back against the couch. “No. Your advice was taken with enthusiasm.”

“Good.” Eddie’s quiet. He sits back, stares at his hands. “And you? What’s going on in that head?”

“Too much,” Buck admits. He sighs. “I feel better? Everyone’s being great. I know I’m loved.”

“But?”

Buck huffs. “Sometimes I hate that you know me so well.”

“No you don’t,” Eddie says, certain of himself.

Buck shakes his head, smiling. “No, I guess I don’t.” He looks at Eddie’s who’s staring back at him, closer than he was. “My whole life they’ve lied to me. Had me for one reason and then—forgot about me when I wasn’t what they wanted.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted them to love me,” Buck says.

“I know.”

They’ve had this conversation before and Buck hates that he’s still going over it, but he can’t make the thoughts stop. “How do I stop thinking about it?”

Eddie sighs, shifts closer so their arms are touching. “I don’t think you can. Maybe you try,” he amends. “But it’s always there, ready to take hold when you don’t want it to.”

“So what do I do?” Buck doesn’t know why he’s so desperate for Eddie to tell him.

“You deal with it,” Eddie says. “But you also give yourself other things; surround yourself with people who care, who love you. Find things you enjoy. Just—realise you’re more than your parents’ child.”

Buck nods, even though it’s hard to imagine he can ever do that. Eddie touches his face, bringing Buck’s head up.

“You’re so much more. The kindness you think I gave Chris? You have to know so much of it is from you as well. You have so much goodness in you, Buck, and I know it didn’t come from them. Which means it’s all you. Down to here.” Eddie presses a hand to his heart.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Buck says, voice tight. “Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing. Or who I am.”

“You’re Buck. A friend. A brother. An uncle,” Buck smiles. “A father.”

Buck freezes. “What?”

Eddie looks serious. “You’re everything I could hope for in anyone I choose to love, Buck. For Chris, I mean.” There’s a touch of red to Eddie’s face and ears. “If they could give him everything you give him, I’d be lucky.”

Buck swallows, suddenly nervous, and presses into Eddie’s hand against his cheek. “I’m messed up.”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “But you’ve always been this,” he says, tapping Buck’s chest. “And I love you anyway.”

Oh. Buck hardly dares breathe. “I love you too.”

“The forever kind,” Eddie admits quietly. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“Okay,” Buck says. “Because I’d really like not to be alone.”

“Never,” Eddie promises.

Buck wonders later why they didn’t kiss, but in the moment, as Eddie holds him, nose nestled in his curls, everything feels as it should.

Right, for the first time—ever.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #Eddie diaz #otp: i forgive you #fic by me

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bipercabeth · 4 years ago

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“Something’s wrong, I can tell” for percabeth 💖🔪

(in which we ignore the fact that hoo exists)

Annabeth’s alarm clock blinks 5:00 PM on her bedside table, the bright red casting a glow over her dark dorm room. Her blinds are drawn back, but uselessly so. The sun hides behind rain clouds that drown the city in their gloom. And so the turn of spring is more limp than victory march, or maybe it just walks to a cadence Annabeth can’t hear. The moment her feet hit the floor this morning, it felt like she was stepping out of time.

The darkness presses in heavily on Annabeth, like maybe it’s her fault the sun rose wrong today. The girl with a plan for everything can’t even rouse herself out of bed. Afternoon collapses into early evening, and the weight of the lost day pins Annabeth below her comforter. Alone in a twin bed, the way it way built to be. Even after nearly a decade of sleeping in a cabin with all her siblings, that’s all Annabeth has ever really been: alone, the way she was built to be.

Sneakers scuff the carpeted hallway, stopping when they reach Annabeth’s door. A key scrapes the lock without a knock, which is how she knows it’s Percy on the other side.

Light from the hallway follows him in, and both of them blink as their eyes adjust. Annabeth is blind for a moment, able only to focus on Percy’s silhouette. Even in the lowlight, she can see the way concern softens his brow and stiffens his hands.

“Baby...” he says, a nickname that has become a common occurrence in their seven months of dating. This is the first time it has failed to warm Annabeth’s chest. “What’s wrong?”

Annabeth tries—she really does—to sit up and wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks, but her nose is snotty and half her hair falls out of its scrunchie from being upright for the first time all day. Her voice cracks when she says, “M’fine.”

Percy just crosses the room and turns on her desk lamp, giving the place a soft yellow glow. He looks like the sun sweeping away the shadows of a dim day. With gentle hands, he undoes Annabeth’s scrunchie and coaxes her curls into a bun that will hold in the wake of her wallowing. Annabeth leans her head back into his stomach to look at him upside down, at which point he holds her cheeks and breaks her with a gentle, “Something’s wrong, I can tell.”

She just gapes at him uselessly, because isn’t the lack of words the very core of this pain? All the power of Athena’s wisdom, Daedalus’s laptop, and Annabeth’s own mind, and she cannot string together a sentence about Luke Castellan that rings true.

He was a hero. Naive.

He was a monster. Calloused.

He loved me.

Well, aside from that, which is the only thing she knows to be true.

Percy senses the tectonic shift within Annabeth and holds her tight, laying her back on the mattress and tucking himself in behind her. His arms wrap around her like he can prevent the earthquake, but all that tension can only do one thing: snap.

Luke loved her. It’s the one thing she knows. None of it makes sense if he never loved her. She has to make it make sense.

Most days her brain buries the ache. Annabeth is a runner; she is good at lacing up her shoes and hitting the road, but her feet cannot carry her far enough. She is the house she’s running away from. Luke’s influence is a painful design that fuels self-hatred and frustration, but the bones were good. At its core, the house was built with love, the kind you want to share with family. Before her fearlessness and fire were her own, they were his. Luke was the first person to put a weapon in her hand, and Annabeth is nothing if not a warrior. He made her to be the exact thing she needed to be to survive him.

Seven months after his death, and sometimes a day goes by where Annabeth doesn’t think about it. Some days are too full of Percy’s sunshine smile for the sky to dream of dimming. Other days—ones she keeps to herself—the thought of Luke shines in the rose-tinted lens of nostalgia. And then there are days like today where she is rendered immobile by the mere memory of him.

Closure is a sick and twisted joke. Luke’s love for Annabeth saved his soul and the world, just the way she wanted. All the pain and suffering of the past four years was worth it. She was right to believe in him. So why does the burden still burn into her shoulders?

Percy presses his lips to the back of Annabeth’s neck, drawing her back to the present. His arm rests underneath her neck and wraps around her shoulders while the other falls over and around her torso, linking their fingers over her heart. He’s grown considerably since the summer, a fact that bothers Annabeth until moments like this where the width of his shoulders eclipses her own. It almost fools her into thinking he can protect her from this.

“Easy.” His voice is low, whispered into her neck. “You’re okay. Just breathe with me, alright? I’ve got you.”

Each swell of Percy’s chest coaches Annabeth through her own. Inhale. Hold. Feel his hands squeeze each second. Exhale. Listen to him whisper affirmations like prayers into her skin. Repeat.

It takes a while, but Annabeth’s heart slows.

Percy’s voice resonates again her back. “What happened?”

This, she thinks, is the hardest part. Annabeth doesn’t have an empathy link like Percy and Grover, nor does she have someone with shared experience to speak to. In her struggle with Luke, she is truly alone.

“It’s not fair,” she manages, breath hitching.

“What isn’t?”

“That he—“ A stray tear leaks onto her pillow. Percy’s lips linger on her shoulder, patient and steady and everything Luke couldn’t be. Annabeth sobs, a mortifying sound, and she’s glad Percy can’t see her face as she presses it into her cold pillowcase. The stain of fallen tears waits for her, inviting her back into old pain. “That he loved me. It’s not fair that he loved me.”

Though he tries to hide it, Percy’s body goes rigid. They have fought about this on Annabeth’s rose-tinted days or whenever someone brings up Luke’s legacy, be it as hero, pawn, or monster. Part of Percy will always be the twelve year old boy who was betrayed by Luke, and part of Annabeth will always be the seven year old girl who found a family with him.

“Love isn’t always enough,” Percy says, and she can hear the tension in his jaw. Bless him though, he tries for her. “It’s not your fault he couldn’t do a single damn thing about it.”

He pulls her into his chest and lays his head on her shoulder, keeping her from falling off the bed while her body shakes. She withers at the realization that she can’t offer him anything in return, not even a promise that she’ll take his words to heart.

Luke did something about it: he died. He became the hero Annabeth saw in him after years of struggling, and then he left her again.

But he kept his promise.

Annabeth’s chest aches as it always does when she thinks about Luke, it just runs a bit deeper today. It was in his nature to cut to the bone.

“I just don’t want to feel like this anymore.” She sounds every bit the small, bitter runaway.

The cold of the pillow is replaced by Percy wiping away her tears and dabbing at her nose with the sleeve of his hoodie. “What can I do? Tell me how to help.”

“Just stay with me.” She leans into his palm, kisses his wrist. “Hold me a little longer.”

“As long as you need,” Percy promises, dropping kisses along the line of her neck, her jaw, her cheek. “But I need you to look at me.”

They untangle their limbs for Annabeth to flop onto Percy’s chest. His arms wrap back around her, this time firm around her waist while his free hand slides to her neck, his thumb under her jaw to hold her gaze. His eyes blaze with the fierce love she is still learning to accept, the one that burns to protect.

“I love you so much,” he says, his voice aching as though it almost hurts. “And if I could take this away, I would. You don’t deserve it. I know we don’t... That he...” Percy frowns, then tightens his grip on her. “I know I don’t get it. I know. But I’m still here, you know? I don’t want you to be alone. Ever.”

The gears in Annabeth’s brain take a moment process, and her response comes out in a breathless, “I love you.” The phrase is warm, as it always is, like the sun shining through the rain on her window. Loving Percy turns the light on in every room she enters. The rest of her words fall short, though they’re honest. “I don’t know what to say.”

Percy’s thumb swipes across her cheek. “Me neither. We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

She throws herself into the crook of his neck, knocking the air from his lungs. He just softens and holds the back of her head while tracing circles on her hoodie—steady, sweet, supporting. He holds her tight and kisses her temple with the same tenderness she presses into his collarbone: a small attempt at reciprocity, but a meaningful one nonetheless. They’re trying, which is all they can do.

#hey babes here’s some luke themed h/c with a side of spooning #truly an annie seeking missile #my percabeth #drabbles #my fic #ayesha tag #annie tag #bc anything mentioning luke goes there #iris messages #autumnmuses

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horrible-writer-rain · 3 years ago

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Over the Edge and Under

Summary: The 118's actions have devastating consequences.

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Male OC!

Warnings: Suicide, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Depression, Post-lawsuit, Past Abuse in reference to Buck's treatment at the 118

A/N: This is not edited. I wrote this fic at like midnight. I'll post the reactions and aftermath at some point.

He was tired. Tired of the glares and harsh words from the people he called family. Tired of going home to an empty apartment because Luca was overseas on some mission that was classified. Tired of being the man behind when all he wanted was to save people. To do the one thing he was good at. He left a voicemail for Luca and one to both Luca’s twin sister and brother in Texas. His grip is tight on the railing but not from a fear of failing. No, he had resigned himself that he was going to die but only when he’s ready. He hopes Chris will forgive him, but he had written him a letter and had left it on his counter with Carla’s name on it. He knew she would give it to him. Luca would be pissed and heartbroken but he had a good support system in their old team, his family, and his crew in Austin. He had left letters for the crew of the 118 as well. Left them on the counter as well. He had written a letter for every person in his life that he loved. It was up to them if they read it or not.

He lets out a breath when he hears a car stop. “Sir, please step away back over the railing.” He felt like he could cry. He knew that voice. “I’m good right where I am, ‘Thena.” He calls opening his eyes to look down. It was about a 40ft drop into freezing water so if the impact didn’t kill him then the hypothermia and subsequent drowning would. “Buck?” He hears her come closer. “What are you doing here, baby?” She asks and he shrugs. “I’m tired ‘Thena.” He tells her as a firetruck pulls up. “Anyone I can call?” She asks stepping closer and he shakes his head. “Stay where you are ‘Thena.” He warns and she stops moving. “Just you Bobby. Keep the others back.” He hears her speak into her radio. The 118 must have responded. Fuck. It was bad enough that he was going to jump in front of Athena but now his crew. The ones who have thrown insults and petty jabs his way. The ones who had a hand in causing this. His grip loosens and Athena lets out a strangled noise. “It’s Okay, ‘Thena.” He tries to reassure her.

“Why’d you have the rest of the crew stay back, Athena?” He hears Bobby, no captain Nash say his tone weary. He knows exactly when Captain Nash spots him. His breath audibly hitching. “Buck?” The use of his nickname and the concern in his voice has him letting out a harsh laugh. “It’s Buck now, is it?” He says finally turning around to face him. “Buck, you don’t have to do this.” He says stepping closer, but Athena holds her arm out. “Why should I listen to you? You’ve done nothing but belittle me since I got back. This isn’t your house, so I don’t have to follow your rules.” His voice is calm, and he looks over to where Hen, Chim, and Eddie have gotten out of the truck. He can see the horror in Hen’s eyes, and he feels kind of bad. She was the one who he confided in the most about being away from Luca. They had eventually bonded over their similar sexualities and marriages to people of the same sex.

“Eddie get me a harness.” Captain Nash says and he sees Eddie falter for a second before following the order. Chim stands beside Hen watching with wide eyes. No doubt trying to figure out how to explain what happened to Maddie. Hen is gripping her med bag tightly. “Think about the people that love you, Buck. Think about your family.” Captain Nash says and he turns his gaze once more to his captain. “My family consists of Luca Rizzoli and his family.” He says and Captain Nash shakes his head. “You’ve got us Buck.” Eddie says as he hands over the harness to his captain. He lets out another humorless laugh. “I’ve not had you since the bombing. I thought you were my best friend. But friends don’t call each other exhausting or shove them around. Family doesn’t belittle anything that’s ever happened to a member of said family.” Eddie looks guilty at his words. “Captain Nash, I used to think of you as a father figure. Now, I see that your no better than my own damn father who didn’t give a single shit about me. In a way this is your fault. You chose to lie to me about what happened. So the only way I saw to get back to my family was to fight for it. I turned down 7 million dollars to get back to my family. It was never even about the money. I just wanted you back.” He pauses to take a breath before continuing. “I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and I accepted that you all would be mad at me. I just didn’t expect for it to last a few months and involve being assaulted. You chose to leave me as the man behind. At first, I was fine with it. I knew you didn’t trust me. I figured I’d need to earn your trust back, but you never gave me the chance. Then after awhile it just started to hurt. You had taken away my ability to help people in a way I loved. I wasn’t being shot at or have the threat of getting blown up and I wasn’t in some active warzone halfway across the world.” Captain Nash had put on the harness as he was talking but never took his eyes of him.

“Please, let us make this right.” Captain Nash pleads with him, but he shakes his head resolved to do what he had come here for. “Think of Christopher. That kid loves you like you’re his father too. Think of what it will do to him if you die.” Eddie says. “That’s a low blow, Eddie. I did think of him. All the time. I wondered if he had nightmares from the tsunami. Wondered if there was any way I could help him, but you kept me away.” He seethes but his voice is still level. “I’m sick and tired of thinking of and putting other’s before myself. Call me selfish but I just don’t give a shit anymore. I’m tired of being other people’s punching back both physically and emotionally. I’m done.” He sees Hen and Chim start moving toward him. “I’m sorry but I just am.” With those final words he pushes himself away from the railing letting go.

The air is cool against his skin as he falls closing his eyes a thinking of his husband. He can hear the screams of the people he once called family, but the sound disappears as soon as he hits the water and his world fades to black.

The 118 stand shocked as their youngest member just jumped of the bridge. Henrietta Wilson falls to her knees as a broken wail leaves her. Her partner Howard Han stands in total shock trying to make himself believe that the man he considered as a brother has just ended his life. Edmundo Diaz has crumpled to his knees as well sobs leaving him as the reality of what he had done had cost him his best friend and the man his son considers as a second father. Athena Grant stands with her hand over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. It was like May’s overdose all over again but this time she wouldn’t be saving her child. Robert Nash is half leaning over the railing with his arm outstretched for the man that had become like a son to him. Guilt consumed each member of the 118 from their actions in the last few months. Athena’s guilt coming from her failure to save her boy. Each of them wondering how they were going to tell their family and how they were going to tell them it was their fault. How it was their actions that drove him to take his own life. “Get water and rescue down here to search the waters. I want his body recovered.” Captain Nash’s voice is void of any emotion as he gives the command. It prompts the others into action but a cloud now hung over them and its their own fault.

#911 fox #9 1 1 lone star #post lawsuit #post tsunami #post bombing #post embolism

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bookns · 3 years ago

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GLACIOULAR 2.0

Lou voice is so comforting

Lenni Kim my child

NOT THE LADYNOIR MAGAZINE

AlYA WHAT DID YOU DO

“You’re so cute together” THANKS RANDOM DUDE THANKS

Ladybug be like: 😟😟😟

Named couple of the year-BESTIE

Andre you hella weird

Both kisses🥲

The fact that that autocorrect yo misses and still sorta works

DUD THIS BITCH

JUST

THROW HIM

IN THE

FUCKIN

TRASH??

Like how chats just what the hell

I mean vaild

She scary

Good scary

But scary

WAIT WHAT US HAPPENING

Did she KICK HIMMM

Adrien’s French voice actor I CAN NEVER NOT HEAR HIM AS CHAT NOIR

IT WILL BE CHAT BLANC

which is really fuvkin sad

But hey he did his job so well that I WAS convinced

He’s so sad

My cimmomon child

OKAY BUT DELETING THE PICUTURES HITS HARD

my CHILLLLDDDDD

WE WERE never TOGETHER- bestie what about y’all itimacy

my Adrien is hurt

GAMI

KAGAMI

MY GOLDEN CHILD (and Adrien)

Not him crying

Cause it’s actually breaking me

No cause it’s 1:00 am and I’m crying cause Adrien is

He’s so sad

And it’s just hitting him in the face

HAWKIE DONT YOU DARE

FUCK OFf

Awww

wait

IS THIS A DREAM

they both want a hsnster

IT IS A DREAM

No they didn’t realeve it’s just she said je t’aime so I knew

No cause for two minutes I stopped watching cause second hand embarrassment

Marinette i love you A LOT but even I say GIRL WHAT

THAT IMPLICATION OF HIM BELONGING THE TRADB

BABY NOOOO

m NOWS WAS NOT THE TIME

Gabriel you bitch

Why the hell is reminding of conversations with my mom

FUCK OFF GABBBE

Plagg I love you

“A Prisnor of a memory that never happened” OW

Why does this JUST FEEL LIKE A FANFIC

Kagami BABY I MISSED YOU SI MUCH

I am KAGAMI STAN FIRST HOOMAN SECOND

This FEELS LIKE A FANFIC

Baby you okay

BABY NOT OKAY

“Minou minou minou” THAT WAS ADORABLE

FANFIC

I swear I READ THIS

I mean she is talking about you

ITS PRIVATE

Bitch I FUCKIN-

5 LONG YEARS stuck at camp underneath Athena’s lockdown clamp”

I HAD TO

Anyway 5 LONG YEARS AND YALL STILL AINT TOGTHER

UGH

I-

BUTTERRRRCUPP Alya nickname

HER BFF NICKNAME

IVE DONE WAYY TO MANY TIMES

Not him laughing

This is making me giggle

Marinette you so AGGRESSIVE

Adrien really said actress

THIS IS A FABFYX

My GOD

FANFIC

“Thé catsyspum is in your heart” THAR KINDA HURT

BoyS

I really like that sentiment marinette

Everyone sees her with imagination but no one sees her putting it down and showing the world

THE FUCK

DAMN BRO

Who HURT YIU

ITS RAINIBG

wait SHUT THE HELL YO

Is this umbrella scene 3.O

André bro NOWS NOT RGE TIME

Ooh pretty

Mari baby THATS KINDA FUNNY

WAIT

OUTFITT

What the duck Tikki

Mari sis do you even have license

Mlady doesn’t bother her

I need to watch other glacouir

Lowkey wanted her to throw the car and not the keys

Aww baby huh adorable

HE WON

Kagami HUH

MEEEEEWEEWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Aww his little trophies

Ughh

WAYR

Adrien and ladybug are looking at each other

GIVE ME LADRIEN

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug season 4 #mlb 4 spoilers #mlb spoilers #season 4 spoilers #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous season 4 #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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buckleysjareau · 4 years ago

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masterpost of all of my fics

!hey hey, here’s mostly everything i’ve ever written for 9-1-1 and Criminal Minds. Reblog if you like any of them, and always come back to check and see if it’s updated. It’ll always be pinned. :) Everything under the read more line!

AO3: 9-1-1

Buck Goes To Pride (buddie, getting together)

Thinking back to that cold winter afternoon when Buck broke down in her arms after the shit show that was his coming out, she never thought she'd be helping her brother get ready for Pride. He shut that part of himself away for a long time. But eleven years later, she's handing her brother a box with a pride flag in it, and he's grinning from ear to ear.

Buck goes to his first pride featuring his journey of coming out, lots of hugging, and Hen being the best.

...or you could have mine? (buddie, pre-relatioship)

There's too much going on between his agitation, people talking over each other, the way his uniform feels more scratchy than it ever has, and the bright lights. He can't sit still and he knows he's starting to annoy everyone but he can't help it no matter how much he wishes he could with his medication.

ADHD Buck

agree to disagree (buddie, getting together, friendship)

Whoever thought a night of heavy drinking between Buck, Eddie and Chimney was a good idea, were out of their minds. When sober, they were idiots but shot after shot of tequila plus the couple of beers they each had before meeting up multiplied the absolute stupidity of the three men.

Buck, Eddie, and Chimney get wasted and Athena wins a bet.

i put a spell on you (buddie, getting together)

Eddie Diaz absolutely loved Halloween. Ever since he was an excitable eight year old boy he’d been known to go all out for the holiday. Twenty-four years and a son had not changed that.

4k+ words of Eddie being happy, scaring his friends, and loving Halloween.

baby you know i just wanna leave tonight (buddie, pre-relationship)

If there was one thing that people knew about Evan Buckley, it was that he didn’t want people to know him.

People find out more about Buck then he ever wanted them to know when the Buckley’s come to town.

i woke up from a never ending dream (buddie, getting together)

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sensing the urgency, Eddie jogs the rest of the way. He doesn’t know what he’s really expecting, his mind not entirely focused, but for the second time that night, Buck surprises him.

“Buck?!”

Where Buck is going through it and Eddie has anxiety but they help each other through it. Featuring pet names and lovesick Eddie.

you feel like the sun on my face (buddie, established relationship)

Buck has a way of doing things and saying things that even in Eddie’s worst moods, he still can’t fight his smile.

Eddie's view on Buck's Wikipedia spirals and the beginning of the brilliant idea it inspires.

Part 1 of 3 in the ‘cause of i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place series

you feel like the perfect escape now (buddie, established relationship)

"In the symbolic language of jewels, a sapphire in a wedding ring means marital happiness."

Eddie planning his proposal with the help of Hen and Karen. Featuring good ol' Buck and Chimney banter, soft and in love boyfriends, and tooth rotting fluff.

Part 2 of 3 in the ‘cause i’m not too far and you’re my favorite place series

everything is blue (may + buck friendship, buddie, getting together)

When Evan Buckley is ten, he discovers nail polish.

In which Buck paints his nails, Eddie is flustered, and May is a matchmaker.

it weighs on me (buddie, established relationship)

The bad weather is gone, except it’s not.

In which Buck has a bad day and Eddie holds him through it.

101.9 (buddie, getting together)

Evan Buckley did not get sick.

Based on a tumblr prompt where Buck’s fever won’t fuck off so Eddie makes him take a cold bath.

when i’m walking in my sleep (buddie, getting together)

He finds that maybe he’s a little in over his head when Buck greets him with a loopy smile. He’s just a tiny bit in love with Evan Buckley, and having dealt with post-surgery Buck before, Eddie is sure his heart might burst with every zany grin and stage-whispered expression of appreciation.

Eddie takes care of a loopy Buck after he gets his screws removed, and truths come out.

you’re in my heart (buddie, established relationship)

"I will not be broken... I will not be... fine, fine, you win! Stop with the face."

Eddie sings Buck to sleep after he finds out Eddie can sing.

we’ll be fine, you and i (buddie, established relationship)

He couldn’t believe his luck. He never imagined he’d be able to have this and now, he’s here. He has everything he could ask for and more in his boyfriend’s arms. Stability, happiness, love.

dizzy hurricane (buddie, pre-relationship)

“I’m a medic,” Buck mocks. “You’re a medic, but you can’t take care of yourself, apparently!”

Eddie refuses to admit he’s sick and finds his medic expertise is unreliable when it comes to himself.

tongue forgot the words and feet forgot the earth, it’s true (buddie, established relationship)

Eddie feels like he’s drowning in insurance payments, tuition raises, overbearing parents and anxiety. Things had definitely been worse on him when he didn’t have a whole new support system on his side but things just kept piling on, one after another, it was impossible for him not to feel suffocated. Every muscle in his body was sore from being completely tensed all of the time, the lack of sleep was getting to him, he’s in a foul mood to everyone that loves him. He just wants a break, needs a break.

Eddie finally gets a second to breathe.

you are my glitter and my gloom, i am so numb without you (buddie, getting together)

But right now, with Eddie by his side, he doesn’t worry. For the first time in almost a year, he doesn’t have to worry.

Buck has a flashback, or six, after the landslide. Eddie is there to bring him back, like always.

double vision wrapped in last night’s party clothes (buck centric, pre-relationship buddie)

"I have always been honest with you." When Eddie's voice cracks, Buck's composure almost cracks with it. "Why can't you just be honest with me?"

When Buck is let in on a long kept family secret, he doesn't know what to do. He almost ruins things with the one person that keeps him from feeling like he's floating away with no way to land, but it ultimately turns out okay with help of a little communication.

safe, better keep that thought to yourself (madney)

But days after, he still can’t stop hearing it in his head, over and over.

I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie. I love you, Howie.

with friends like ours anywhere is home (buck & tk, background buddie)

[@evanbuckley: you have two new follow requests.] @marjanmarwani would like to follow you. @tkstrand would like to follow you.

@tkstrand liked your photo. @tkstrand liked your photo. @tkstrand liked your video.

@tkstrand So, I see you have a boyfriend, too. I’m sorry for assuming haha

Wait, what?

Buck and TK’s long distance friendship featuring love advice, horrible nicknames and background Buddie.

wish i could keep you in amber, safe from the outside (buddie)

Neither of them say anything as Eddie takes shelter in Buck’s arms, face tucked in the crook of his neck, sheltered from all the bad that’s happened. A safe place.

He can only hope that he’s Buck’s safe place, too.

In which Eddie and Buck are struggling after the shooting and they finally have a much needed talk.

AO3: Criminal Minds

you light my fire (jemily, AU)

Emily's face stays complacent as JJ reaches out her hand to shake, only dropping the smug act and smiling genuinely when she reaches for JJ's hand. "Welcome to the team, Pennsylvania Petite."

Jemily Firefighter AU

Tumblr: 9-1-1

“i saw this and i thought of you immediately.” (buddie)

keep you warm (henren)

wheels up, buck (9-1-1, criminal minds crossover)

stand, you’re gonna run again (buck centric, buck & bobby)

bows and ribbons and glitter (buck & chimney, madney)

“i believe that would be murder” (buddie, pre-relationship)

mac-and-cheesy (buddie, established relationship)

his saving grace (buddie, pre-relationship, buck centric)

what i love about the south (pre-relationship buddie)

unconditional, unadulterated (buddie, getting together)

home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling (buck & athena)

he’s special, they’re special (madney, meet-cute)

Tumblr: Criminal Minds

rough nights end in hot chocolate (garvez)

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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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HOSTIS, Chapter II: Antiquum Fabulum, The Old Story

Previous Chapter (I: Primi Foederis)

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): angst, drama, comedy

Category: Short Novel/ Long Series

“you’re the reason why I will never know who to trust anymore.”

~~~~~~ 10 YEARS AGO ~~~~~~

one of your legs were perched atop the seat your butt was planted on, and the students trudging past couldn’t help but steal little glances at you. if your parents were out here right now, they’d be pulling your right knee away from your chest, telling you to ‘sit properly’.

just because you were wearing a skirt doesn’t mean you had to sit like you were at some formal event; your defense was always the extra layer of shorts you wore underneath.

but your parents weren’t next to you, and if there wasn’t a camera mounted into the wall right opposite you, you would’ve ran your fingers into lee hyunjae’s eyes by now.

he was sitting in the same row as you with one empty seat in the middle, his hair was in a mess and he was busy redoing his tie.

yeah, the one you yanked loose.

the clean, ash-brown locks of your mother’s hair were bobbing up and down that particular grill of the window that was blocking your view of her face, but your father. who was easily a head taller than her, had a look of almost... astonishment, while the principal filled them in with the details.

lee hyunjae’s mother was in there somewhere too, but thanks to the useless posters that the principal had plastered to the window facing outwards, it saved you the pain of seeing her.

but you couldn’t stop a smug scoff from exiting your nostrils when you looked yourself in the mirror, completely unscathed while lee hyunjae looked like he just got out of a dog fight. if you were a boy, there would be absolutely nothing to stop him from getting into a brawl with you.

though you did hurl some of lee hyunjae’s stationery out the classroom window and yanked on his tie and pulled his hair, it’s not like he didn’t break your water bottle and scribbled all over your worksheets which you spent so much time on.

the funny thing about this whole sticky situation the both of you were in, was that you were sure that nothing was going to happen to you.

or lee hyunjae for that matter.

not only were the two of you the top students in the class, both your parents were working jobs of elite professions. it was the ugly reality that helped you realise how much of a sucker the school was for parents who were doctors and lawyers or rich people.

you came from a long line of medical practitioners, and as far as you were aware, lee hyunjae’s father owned some insurance company and his mother had the luxury of sitting around at home.

the commotion in the room dies down, and you notice the oily, greasy hair of your principal float towards the door. it swings open, and you hear all three parents apologise to the principal.

the look of tolerance and patience the principal had on his face disgusted you, because you knew that if it were any other student besides you or the one you just tried to kill, he would’ve immediately sent them to detention or gave them a suspension notice.

long story short, you were well aware that you were safe from any punishment only because your parents were important beneficiaries to the school.

his mother looks at you with a mixture of confusion and apology; she’d be pissed with her son for destroying your work, but you did inflict some kind of physical pain on her little, baby boy.

“y/n,” the stern, but familiar voice calls out to you, and your leg immediately drops to the floor, hands patting down your skirt as you got off the seat. “apologise to him.”

without needing a mirror or a reflection for you to see your own facial expression, you already knew that your face was contorted with extreme dissatisfaction and pure pettiness.

all you could think of was how grateful your parents should be that their slightly rebellious thirteen-year-old hasn’t killed this son of a--

“apologise, y/n.”

his mother gives lee hyunjae a little push as well, face printed with a small frown as she nods her apologetic head to your parents.

the hell are they apologising to each other for?

“i’m sorry i broke your bottle and drew on your worksheets.”

if your body could produce steam and heat and have it pushed out through all the holes in your head and face, you would’ve looked like the polar express. there was a disgustingly fake look of remorse on lee hyunjae’s face, and you would’ve retched right there and then just to tell him it took one fakeass to know another.

but not with your parents around you couldn’t.

“hyunjae’s already apologised, don’t you think you should too?”

your father chimes in, and he looks at you with soft eyes you knew you couldn’t resist. he was the parent who always came to rescue you from the scary one after all.

angrily shoving your two rows of teeth against each other and avoiding eye contact with lee hyunjae, you let the words roll off your tongue with complete zero weight of sincerity.

your mother opens her mouth to protest against your lack of respect, but your father holds her back from aggravating the situation.

from that day on, you and lee hyunjae were nicknamed ‘ares and ares’; two of the same kind who will never get along.

initially, you thought ‘athena and ares’ would’ve been a more suitable nickname, but athena was loved and ares was hated.

despite you knowing for yourself that you would’ve totally claimed the ‘athena’ role, it was nauseatingly difficult to pretend that lee hyunjae didn’t constantly have love letters hidden under his desk before school started.

though the name bestowed upon you, by literally tens and you dare say, hundreds of students in your school, was pretty cool, the idea of being placed into the same phrase and being associated with him in any little way was adequate to make you wish you were born in another era.

you spend the next four years of school living up to the name of ‘ares and ares’. every year, lee hyunjae found a way to piss you off, and it started becoming an effortless game of ping pong.

if he pissed you off, then there was no way you were going to let him go without pissing him off.

by the time the both of you were seniors, students who you didn’t even know existed were betting on who would emerge as the top student after national exams.

it wouldn’t be an underestimation to say that the school population was just treating the two of you as a source of entertainment when your scores for the national exam were tied.

the fight you had with your mother over which school to apply to after your primary school national exams was astronomical.

while you were genuinely losing brain cells worrying about a game you were playing in your own head, your mother had completely no idea how much you didn’t want to be in the same school as lucifer.

all you could think of was:

what if he’s thinking the same thing as you and applies to the second best school in the area?

what if the both of you got into the second best school because the two of you had the same mindset?

even if you applied to the top school, thinking that he’d apply to the second best school, he might still end up in the top school with y--

“y/n! does it really matter if you’re in the same school as him? isn’t the most important thing yourself?” your mother preaches while she runs through her patient files. the same type of files that’s kept both her and your father away from you for so long.

sometimes you wish they weren’t doctors so they could be more aware of your life, and in this case, more aware of the hatred you harboured against lee hyunjae.

“and i’m doing this important thing for myself so that i don’t end up in the same school as him,” you snap back without thinking much, your fingers dragging across the keys on the laptop.

apparently your tone was “too rude” for your mother to tolerate, and it took her two weeks to talk to you again.

frustrating, but you couldn’t be bothered less, and it was honestly pretty funny.

but that fun didn’t last for long.

~~~~~~ 6 YEARS AGO ~~~~~~

“you have to be shitting me.”

not only was he your classmate, he was taking the exact same combination of subjects as you, which meant you’d be seeing him in every class, every day, for the next two years before you graduate and go to university.

all that mind-fuckey reverse psychology i was worried about when applying for school did absolutely nothing.

you would’ve tried to outdo the look of disgust and agony that was cemented into lee hyunjae’s face every time he saw you, but that would’ve just been too petty and you decided it wasn’t worth your time.

after awhile, and by awhile you mean nearly a year, your mind started to wander off ares and your attention begun to gravitate to other men worth your time and attention.

lucky for you -- though you couldn’t care less -- so did hyunjae.

so why did he decide that messing with your experiment equipment was such a great idea? you may never know.

you were settled with the idea that he was just a sore loser merged with ares’ desire to win.

the rage and fury that you tried with the strength of every single cell in your body to contain it was not enough. not when your chemicals began blowing up and spitting itself all over your workspace during a graded test.

you knew exactly who would’ve done this.

you remember pulling lee hyunjae off his own girlfriend in the hallways of the school right after the test, and his collar gets crumpled in your fists as you shove him against the lockers.

his girlfriend was such a wuss, she didn’t move a muscle when she saw the way you violently locked him against the metal doors.

students pulled out cellphones and started to crowd around, watching you seethe anger and drill almost murderous glares into lee hyunjae’s face.

the beauty of being surrounded by a bunch of 17-year-olds who were thirsty for drama was that nobody would’ve been dumb enough to run off and looked for a teacher, and you didn’t need to worry about getting into trouble.

not when the school had ‘so much trust in their elite students’.

“you’re a fucking asshole, you know that? did you do it only because you didn’t want me to beat you?” by investing all your body weight into pressing his neck against the lockers behind him, he would require more than a comfortable amount of energy to remove you off him. “how big of a pussy do you have to be to tamper with my shit just so you can secure your own grades?”

the veins on your hands were on the verge of bursting through your skin, and you could feel your face reddening with dangerous amounts of wrath and resentment.

lee hyunjae’s chin was tilted upwards, giving himself enough space to breathe with your knuckles digging into the skin of his neck, and a vein exposes itself on his forehead where his temples were tightened.

he breaks out into an arrogant sound, and his words leave his lips like little stabs in the chest.

“you have no proof that i did it, do you? what makes you think that confronting me like this is going to do any good?”

you suck in a deep breath so hard, your chest began to ache. the grip on the collar of his shirt tightens, and the anger fuels you with enough energy to pull him away from the lockers and slam him back against it, the impact of his body against the hardness echoing throughout the halls.

“you want to talk proof?” the strained grit between your jaws were replaced with a smirk.

lee hyunjae reads you easily, not that you were trying to hide it, and you could see a small pang of fear start to glimmer in his eyes.

“i’ll show you proof.”

releasing him and pulling your phone out your pocket, and find that one special picture you had of him in your gallery, and you hand it to his girlfriend without saying a word.

your eyes dig into his as he starts to pick up on the situation, and you soon start to hear his whiny, pathetic girlfriend start to weep and sob.

you take a step back and pull the phone out from her grip as he rushes to her and begins defending himself. the overwhelming sensation of satisfaction pulls your lips further up your cheeks into a wide smile, and you were nearly on the verge of bursting into loud, maniacal laughter when his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, shoves him off her and runs away in the opposite direction.

the crowd no longer had their phones in the air because it took you to cause a break up for them to decide that the situation has become private. now, everybody was shooting harsh, disapproving glances at lee hyunjae for not only tampering with your experiment equipment, but being caught cheating on his own girlfriend.

your chin tilts upwards, arrogance spilling out every single pore on your skin and pooling around your feet in complete content. lee hyunjae calls out for his girlfriend, but the silence tells you that you’ve won this round.

“you--” he grabs your arm and nearly throws you into the lockers, but you lock your feet into the ground, and his rough, hard pants hit your cheek, not doing much besides add on to your ego. “you are the reason why i will never know who to trust anymore.”

a loud scoff hits the ceiling from your throat, and backing down wasn’t an option for you. not when you’re an ares, to his ares.

“you should keep your own credibility in check first before you talk about trust.”

lee hyunjae grits his teeth so hard, his glare was somehow becoming coated with a layer of wetness. he shoves you off, turning on his heels and storming off with clenched fists.

but where ares triumphs, ares will always be humiliated, or so the myths and the greek legends describe his downfall.

it doesn’t take you long to notice all the looks of disgust students were shooting you as you strode towards your boyfriend in the classroom. after the whole showdown with lee hyunjae about your graded test -- that you failed -- it was safe to say that the both of you shot yourself to fame in the new school.

“do i want to know what happened now? why’s everybody looking at me like they want to kill me?” you drop your bag next to younghoon and look at his strained facial features, staring at his phone screen blankly.

you rest your chin on his shoulder and scan the contents of the page, only to have it ignite a fire of bitterness and malice in your chest.

“wait--” you snatch the phone out of his grasp, and a fear of losing him washes over you like darkness swallows a dying soul. “you don’t believe this shit, do you?”

younghoon looks at you with sad eyes, eyes that you never wanted to see, eyes that you would never want to be the reason of.

the tweet was blowing up with comments by students from your school, and there was a picture of your lab teacher kissing someone who looked like you.

‘no wonder her grades are so good’

‘should’ve known she’s not that great compared to lee hyunjae’

‘and she told him to check his credibility? what a fucker’

the entire world around you crashes down on you violently despite the deafening silence of the classroom.

like the way athena bested her brother in war and drove a guided spear through his ribs, lee hyunjae had bested you by taking away the first boy you’ve ever loved.

what was the fire started by and what was fueling it? ares was the god of war, and he was just as brutal as he was cruel; it was the world’s most accurate label to paste on both of you.

had the two of you been placed into a ring of fire and you had to fight to your death to win, there was something about the way lee hyunjae never backing down that reminded you of you; that he would fight till the end.

was the fire ignited because you didn’t want to lose to him? did you see nothing but blood and black when it came to him?

graduating and deciding to pursue medicine outside the country was a surefire way to avoid the ares to your ares, and for about four years, that was the case. choosing prestigious schools located in the same country nearly threw you off the ball, but the relief in you when you realised the schools were 66 miles away from each other tasted like sugar on your tongue.

you wonder if it was just a plain coincidence for the number 6 to appear when it came to lee hyunjae, the lucifer in your underworld.

so for four years you lived your life the way you wanted to. without anybody to sabotage you or ruin your chances at becoming the doctor you were meant to be. you had all that there was, and you started to believe in a life where you weren’t tormented by the last person you’d want to be.

but it just so happened that athena never killed ares, for ares is a deathless god.

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Chapter III: Aemulatio

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