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Port in a Storm
âHey, Buck, could you-â Hen's hitting the top step when he hisses back âShh!âÂ
She glances at Chimney for a sanity check, considering cuffing the back of Buckâs head for that, but heâs sitting on the couch, stock still, Eddie snoring gently against Buckâs shoulder. âCanât move.â He explains.
Hen has to chuckle. âHeâs not a cat, buckâÂ
She drops into the armchair closest to him, and he stops scrolling his phone with his free hand to look at her. âIf Iâm a golden retriever, Eddie is most definitely a cat.â
Chim nods like he canât argue as he takes the seat across from them. âHates attention except when he doesnât, very protective over his young, great hair.â He counts off each thing as he says it.Â
Hen supposes she doesnât disagree. âHeâs not sleeping at home right now, is he?âÂ
Buck sighs. âBased on the twitter links heâs been sending in the middle of the night, it seems like no.âÂ
Eddie, for his part, seems well and truly out. Heâs sprawled low on the couch, boots bumping up against the coffee table, head lolled to the right against Buck and his arm slung over Buckâs leg, fingers curled under Buckâs knee like heâs afraid his human pillow might abandon him. âHas he been like this since I went to run flashcards?âÂ
âI literally canât feel my arm.â Buck admits, but it doesnât sound like he has any intention of moving.Â
âYou gotta feel for the guy.â Chim says, biting into a muffin from a batch someone left earlier this week. âKid at home, dealing with grief, dealing with us.âÂ
Hen hums. At least heâs not alone, she thinks, catching the soft look in Buckâs eyes as he glances down at Eddie. Sheâs not sure if those two will ever realize what they have, but she supposes it doesnât really matter as long as they donât give it up. âSo, you canât help me move the medical supplies shipment.âÂ
âPerforming a public service, here, Hen.âÂ
Chim snickers something about exactly what kind of servicing Buck would like to do for Eddie, but heâs resolutely ignored. Hen supposes Buckâs right. High-strung Eddie is annoying and sleep-deprived Eddie is pathetic and both at once makes her parenting instincts flare up like crazy, so itâs better for all of them if he gets a little rest. Even at the expense of Buckâs circulation.Â
Eddie murmurs something in Spanish, nuzzles his nose into Buckâs neck and breathes deep. Buckâs as red as the ladder truck but he still doesnât move, except to flip Chim off. âLeave him alone.âÂ
Chim throws up his hands, still grinning. âEasy, loverboy, Iâm not coming for your man.âÂ
And Buck looks absolutely murderous but heâs powerless to stop Chimney from snapping a picture. He does leave the finger up for it. âI could easily throw you.â He threatens when his phone chimes with the inevitable group chat notification.Â
âBut Maddie would be so sad if you murdered me.âÂ
âYeah, maybe you should think about that before doing murder-worthy shit.âÂ
Eddie stirs a little, and Buck relaxes back into the couch, free hand reaching over to thumb over Eddie's arm, and he immediately settles. âYou guys are so gross I love it.â Chim crows, snapping another photo.Â
âAt some point, heâs gonna wake up, and then youâre gonna have to start running.âÂ
Hen goes back to her flashcards. Chimâs on his own with that one, sheâs not taking the bullet for teasing she didnât get to do. She gives Buck a sympathetic smile when he grouses âIâm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?âÂ
âPrice you pay for being such a good best friend.âÂ
Buck rolls his eyes at her intoned best friend. âYouâre on my list, too.âÂ
âFinally.â Bobby says in relief when he sweeps into the kitchen to start prep. "I was about to cut him loose if he didn't chill out." He points at Buck. âDonât move.âÂ
âThatâs what I said!âÂ
Also on ao3
#9-1-1#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buck/eddie#buddie#Hen POV#just a little brain worm that's been squirming around in my head#hen wilson#chimney han#everyone knows they're in love except buck and eddie#drabble#Chimney is me and I am him
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On their way to a fire, Buck opens his big mouth and says something very stupid. Not an unusual occurrence but this one is unique: âHey, Hen? Can I ask you a gay people question?â
Hen side-eyes him. âAre you sure nowâs the best time?â The engine shakes on its suspension.
Buck blusters forward. âSo Tommy and I have been dating a month and a half now.â The mention of Tommy grabs both Chim and Eddieâs attention.
âWait, really?â Chim asks, Henâs not sure if he thought it was shorter or longer than that. His memory of time seems to be the worst hit by the encephalitis.
â2 months next Thursday.â Eddie says.
âY-yeah⊠thatâs right.â Buck raises his eyebrows at Eddie. The rest all stare, Hen included. Those two have always been locked at the hip but knowing each otherâs anniversaries seems excessive. Buck seems to agree.
âHow do you know that?â She asks.
âTheir first date was the same day I asked Marisol to move in with me.â
âWhen did Marisol move in with you?â Hen and Chimney ask in unison. Last she heard about Marisol she had only just met Chris, moving in seemed a long way off for them. Since when was she living with him?
âShe didnâtâ Bobby answers, giving his sternest glare to the rear view mirror. Hen knows this means sheâs in charge of keeping these fools in check so he can focus on driving.
âYeah we decided against that. Anyway Buck you were talking about Tommy?â Hen stifles a laugh. There was a story there she was going to have to wring out of Bobby because Eddieâs deflection abilities are legendary.
âYeah so- um- ho-how long before we can uhâŠâHen cocks her head. What exactly is Buck after with Tommy right now, theyâre not nearly to the point of I love yous and she doesnât think Buck would be this nervous about dating advice. âI mean how long did you and Karen wait until you, uhâ Oh.
âHad sex?â Hen asks bluntly.
âWhoa, you and Tommy havenât had sex yet?â Chimney asks, astonished.
âBuck whenâs the last time you waited this long with anyone?â Eddie asks with a cocked eyebrow.
âNever? Maybe high school?â That tracks.
âOr Abby.â Chim offers. Buck winces at that. She knows that woman did him dirty, looks like the scar still aches.
âSix minutes to ETA.â Comes from the drivers seat. â5 and a halfâŠâ Bobby takes a sharp turn that shakes the whole truck. â5 minutes.â
âSo how do I ask him to fuck me.â
A chorus of âBUCK!â rings through the truck. Eddie looks petrified at the idea of his best friends having sex with each other, Chim looks exhausted with his brother-in-law of barely a month and look, Hen would give the world to see this kid happy but sometimes heâs just too stupid for his own good.
âBuck. I think you need to remember Tommy doesnât have a lot of experience in this area either.â
âHe doesnât?â
âDid you forget heâs only been out as long as youâve been at the 118?â Hen learned that about Tommy from Buckâs gushing the day after the wedding. Sheâd also talked to him in a fluorescent lit waiting room after the most gorgeous hospital ceremony sheâs ever been a part of, so sheâs aware that heâs not used to being with men that want more than just sex from him. âHe might think youâre just as nervous as he is.â
âI didnât know he got nervous.â
Chim huffs at that. âNext time you see him ask him to tell you a story about a rooster.â That makes Hen smile.
âHe probably wonât believe youâre ready until you can talk to him about it.â
âI donâtâ I-it usually just kind of happens. You get a look, thereâs a nod, they look at your lips and lean inâŠâ
âYeah but that was women who knew what they wanted and what you wanted. Tommy wonât know unless you tell him what youâre ready for.â
âSo to get him to fuck me I have to tell him to fuck me?â
âJesus, Buck. Yes.â Hen laughs. They are, thankfully, finally pulling to site so she doesnât have to enumerate exactly how he needs to ask. If she did sheâd have to explain birds and bees that she is not the best person to explain.
âCome on, kids, letâs save some lives.â Bobby calls as he pulls the parking break.
The fire looks pretty bad, two story house, theyâll have to split up by floor. As they gear up Buck says, privately, off-mic. âThanks Hen, youâre a good Gay Yodaâ
âDo him or do not, there is no try.â
#Henrietta Wilson#Evan Buckley#BuckTommy#little ficlet of the wlw/mlm solidarity that I couldnât get out of my head#I tried Hen PoV let me know what you think!!!
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Buck: We need a diversion. Chimney: Any ideas? Buck: I could get naked. Hen: No! Not on my watch. As much as we love you, Buckaroo, we do not need to see that! Eddie, muttering: Speak for yourself.
#911 show#911 on abc#buddie#incorrect 911 quotes#incorrect quotes#evan buckley#chimney han#hen wilson#eddie diaz#pov the big kids getting into trouble#again
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21 hours
i just kept rolling around the moment from my last fic when tommy said "i turn into the unabomber when i get scared, just ask hen and howie" and i wondered, what could possibly be scarier than thinking he might lose buck right after getting him back. (tw: panic attacks)
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Hen's feelings on Tommy Kinard are... malleable. He was trash when they met, and for a solid few months after that. They remained on the same crew, struggling and bleeding and getting each other out of scrapes. That built a measure of trust. After Gerrard and the worst of his minions vanished, he changed. Became almost sweet. He and Chimney, who had always been okay, hit it off like a house on, you know. Hen liked this new version of her teammate, who seemed to be finding his feet after losing some seriously bad influences. She enjoyed their group hangouts. Maybe a year after his transfer to Air Ops, her friend Casey shared that Tommy was gay and out to his new unit, which, good for him.
She never forgot the asshole who helped make her feel like she would never belong, but he got smaller over time, easily overtaken by whoever Tommy felt like showing her.
The call today was going fine until it all went to hell, another unwelcome similarity to the night Buck got struck by lightning. The victims were alert and on their feet, ambulating on their own power right ahead of him, when he saw the heavy mahogany shelving unit lose its moorings and shoved the family out of the way just in time. That of course put him right in its path.
For a long, terrible minute while he was pinned she and Chim thought they didn't have a pulse. But it was there. They found it eventually. And he made it to the hospital without crashing.
Having heard a little about Buck's efforts to rekindle their relationship (along with his feeble arguments that they were strictly platonic), Hen isn't shocked when Tommy shows up at the waiting room. But she wasn't expecting the asshole.
Chimney eyes her, asking if she's seeing what he is. They recognize this man. The linebacker set of the shoulders, the distancing lift to his chin. Bobby asks him if he wants coffee, and he simply wrinkles his nose.
He's pissed. Maybe he blames them for letting Buck get hurt.
"Enough," Eddie says, flinging himself out of the chair. "We're taking a walk."
"Don't speak for me," Tommy spits out.
"Now," he growls.
Surprisingly, Tommy goes, but Hen isn't sure that's a good thing. Eddie has a history of making problems worse with his fists. Chim is on the phone with Maddie, figuring out the logistics of two scared parents who can't be in two places at the same time. He's no help. Hen considers asking Bobby if they're gonna let Buck's sort of ex and his best friend lay each other out while he's in emergency surgery. But he's never really up for mediating nonsense when one of them is badly hurt, especially not when it's Buck.
The surgeon comes out and speaks for a moment. Hen now has a compelling reason to intervene. She turns a corner and soon finds them. Eddie leaning in, glaring, while Tommy cuts him off and stalks away a few paces.
"You're not even trying," Eddie says tightly.
"Shut up." Tommy whirls back the way he came, breathing hard.
"Three things. Chim's baby could do it and he can't even sit up by himself."
"One day, Eddie. One. Are you fucking kidding me?"
Hen blinks. Tommy sounds like he's holding back tears.
"Tommy, man, come on. If you pass out and end up in the bed right next to Buck, he'll 100 percent blame me. Get it together."
The dots connect themselves. The pacing. The irregular breathing. Eddie prompting him to list three things. Tommy is having a panic attack.
"Guys?" Hen says. Tommy's head snaps up. Their eyes meet and if she wasn't already sure, this would do it. That isn't anger. That's pure terror. "Surgery went well. They're wheeling Buck into recovery. They said someone can go be with him when they bring him around."
"Tommy's going," Eddie announces. "If he can remember how to breathe."
Tommy has a hand on his own chest. "Dickhead."
"Hen, can you walk him over?" Eddie raises one shaking hand. "I need to sit for a minute."
Tommy's eyes widen. "Shit, Eddie, I didn't even ask." Tommy comes close to invading Eddie's space, stopping only when Eddie holds him off.
Eddie gives him a half-smile. "I'm fine, Tom. The rest of us are all fine. It's just an adrenaline dump. I'm gonna call my kid and let him bitch about organic chemistry and the school musical until my heart stops pounding." He squeezes Tommy's shoulder and gives him a shove. "Go on."
All the way down the hall, Tommy mutters to himself, trying to do what Eddie asked and regulate his breathing, but it doesn't seem to be working.
"What happened yesterday?" Hen asks curiously, stuck on his earlier comment.
He's so surprised his lungs stutter to a complete stop. He looks down at her, blinking hard, and he shakes himself. "We agreed to try again," he says.
"Damn," she blurts out, and almost apologizes before he lets out a humorless little laugh.
"I know!"
She doesn't tell him how it felt to watch her son coding not two weeks after they got her daughter back. She's not sure how to say this is just their lives, that the only reason they get through it is because they have each other. He's spent enough time observing them.
They've reached the recovery room. Tommy cracks his neck and straightens his spine. "Hen?" he asks, tentatively, pausing with one hand on the double doors. "Do you need to go home? Karen-"
"Isn't expecting anything but updates from me until morning," Hen says. This isn't a regular day.
He nods. "Can you stick around? Some of these doctors suck at communicating and- and I want to make sure I'm ready for whatever he's gonna need."
So maybe he has figured it out. "No problem, Tommy. I'll be right here."
"Thank you." He takes a deep breath and pushes the doors open. Through the split second sliver before they swing shut again, she catches a glimpse of Buck on the gurney, his face mottled with purple from the books that flew off the top shelf (an encyclopedia, like they used to keep in the '90s). He looks terrible. When he wakes up for real, he's gonna feel even worse. But she's pretty sure he'll be just fine.
#911 abc#bucktommy#hen wilson#tommy kinard#lowkey wanna expand this to more povs#but it might just be enough as it is#my writing#things by beanarie
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S1 AU where instead of Abby, Buck catches âfirst love and itâs with somebody olderâ feelings for Bobby ⊠and very Catholic, very guilty over his past sins, very âIâm not gay but thereâs something about this kidâ Bobby wants him right back
#for bonus insanity make it a hen or chim pov#the sheer levels of daddy kink though omg#911 abc#bobby nash#evan buckley#bobby x buck
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Hen's Dilemma
'The vision of Buck lying wantonly on top of a disheveled Eddie literally sucked the air from her lungs. Surprise mingled with pride and love for the two of them, but this was clearly a private moment, one not intend to be shared with a third party.'
Hen's Dilemma is a short buddie story I wrote a while ago which I just re read and decided that I am pretty chuffed with it. So I'm sharing the link again.
It is a buddie story through Hen's snooping eyes. It's sweet, and a bit of fun with intense buddie moments. A quick read at 2407 words and I'd just like to say, the ending is not what you'd expect. đđ©âđđđ
#buddie#eddie diaz#buck#hen wilson#karen wilson#denny wilson#christopher diaz#911#short buddie story from hens pov
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I got a wonderful prompt for mydiazboys over on twitter for @911actionforgaza. This was a very fun prompt! Thank you for donating.
Everyone knows Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley have a reputation for being oblivious about their feelings.... but this time they're not the ones who missed it. aka 5 Times the 118 missed the obvious signs that Buck and Eddie were dating and the one time they didn't.
AO3 Link
#buddie fanfic#buddie fic#outsider pov#evan buckley#eddie diaz#hen wilson#maddie buckley#bobby nash#may grant#ravi panikkar#chimney han#maii ff#maii fic
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Blindspot
Hen was starting to accept that Buck's life would always be a mystery to her and the others. Then the 136 gets a new probie, Eddie Diaz, and Buck doesn't appear to be the guy's biggest fan.
But there's something, some secret, Hen isn't privy to and she was going to get to the bottom of whatever was happening between Buck and Eddie.
LINK
#911#911 abc#buddie#1k-20k#secret relationship#different first meeting#ratedteen#pov outsider#pov hen
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wip wednesday đ«§
hi <3 i was tagged by @giddyupbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwah thank you all so much!
i've been working on the heart attack fic, so have a little something sweet before it all goes sour
Eventually, Eddie and Albert return from their search. Albert sidles up next to Buck and grabs hold of the hose, offering support, while Eddie jerks hard on Buckâs turnout to spin him around. Buck notices heâs not wearing his oxygen mask or air tank and immediately starts fussing. Eddie accepts Buckâs fretting with a dirty, crooked smile. âGave my tank to one of the victims,â he says. âIâm going to triage for some oxygen.â Buckâs chest tightens and he squeezes Eddieâs shoulder. âYou okay?â he asks, a half yell. Their radios arenât needed; theyâre close enough to read one anotherâs lips.  âYeah,â Eddie answers, frowning. Buck can see his tight lips and pinched forehead, a crinkle in the middle of his brow, and itâs equal parts endearing and worrisome. âJustâcanât take a deep breath. Airâs hot.â âAre youââ âJust out of air,â Eddie interrupts, smiling softly. He tugs on Buckâs turnout again, something he mustâve picked up from Chris, and Buck steps impossibly closer, knees knocking into Eddieâs. âIâm okay.â Buck nods, as placated as heâs going to be. âBe careful.â He squeezes Eddieâs shoulder once again before dropping his hand. âFollow the hose.â âI will.â Eddieâs smile grows, crooked and bright. He fists Buckâs turnout and pulls him close, butting his forehead against the visor of Buckâs mask like an affectionate dog. âSee you out there, cowboy.â Dazed, a little mesmerized and a lot in love, Buck watches Eddie follow the hose carefully, quickly, until his figureâs concealed by smoke and he alerts over the radio heâs made it outside. He shakes his head, clears the warm fuzzy feeling Eddie always seems to cultivate when heâs sweet, and gets back to work. Albert nudges his shoulder. âWhat was that about?â Buck grins, cheeks hot. âIâll tell you when youâre older,â he replies, chuckling at Albert and Henâs twin bark of laughter.
no pressure tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @callmenewbie, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @disasterbuckdiaz, @rogerzsteven, @thewolvesof1998, @folk-fae, @hippolotamus, @loserdiaz, @honestlydarkprincess, @made-ofmemories, and @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and anybody else!!
#if i put some work into this fic i might have it finished in a week#because it's kind of heavy? but also. buck gets to be mean and angry and i really REALLY like that so who knows#might even finish it by saturday but don't get your hopes up i am sore and achy and doing my best not to fall asleep right now#in other news it has a happy ending#and ALSO this is my first time writing from buck's pov???? he's different than eddie but not uncomfortable so we're on the right track#also ALSO i get to write chim and hen being a big brother and sister to buck and eddie and that's fun like why don't we take advantage more#something something eddie's the oldest child and grandchild so he's never been a younger brother but he is with hen and chim#they love him a lot :')#i'm gonna make myself mushy ugh#tag games
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across the stars
complete | 75.9k | 21 chapters | teen
âą nasa astronaut evan buckley is presumed dead and stranded on mars
âą despite everything, he lives to tell the tale
#buddie#911 abc#fic#long fic#ao3#buddie fic#911 fic#evan buckley#eddie diaz#the martian#au#the martian au#evan buckley x eddie diaz#buck x eddie#buck pov#angst with a happy ending#slow burn#rescue mission#i am a twitter user#forgive me if this is formatted weird#bobby nash#hen wilson#chimney han#josh russo#athena grant#karen wilson#may grant#ravi panikkar
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helloooo fic in a box author reveals just went live!! i wrote a handful of things including two more short fatt fics:
another cori pre-canon fic about her sprouting wingsâŠ
âŠand a post-canon c/w fic about jace, addax, and jamil trying to help mako out
i think theyâre both good. so you should check them out!
#a little bit flattering that these both got less heat than most of my fatt fics do when i post them#like dang username recognition is real actually#anyway. enjoy#i did some other stuff too including a gravity falls outside pov fic#and some original works for ppl#one of which is a 5k word monsterfucking fic that i actually am p happy w so thatâs worth a look too#may post abt this more in the am. but there u go#cool b does cool things#hen fic
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POV: you are being judged by a chicken.
#judgy chicken#despicable me#despicable me 2#chicken#animation#cartoon#judgemental#feel free to reblog#asks open#hen#pov#chicken pov#you are being judged#you are under scrutiny#beware#pixardisney#pixar#illumination#minions#gru#beyond evil#im bored#approved by the hen#Pollito#Eduardo Perez's pet chicken#pet chicken#sorry not even remotely sorry#have an amazing day#bird#fyp
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so how is it ethical for gerrard to captain the 118 again when hen is still there? or is this something i have to suspend my disbelief on because. that's an employment tribunal or US equivalent in the waiting, at least???
#i caved and watched it and now i'm over-tired#i know he was shitty to everyone so this sucks for chimney too but the complaints were specifically about his treatment of hen#so just from like a HR POV this is fucked up???#i knew it was coming but i'm still mad lmao#911#911 spoilers
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(Idea by @thesmileystudio but with the singular change of nOBODY ON THE SHIP KNOWING ABOUT IT)
So there I was, being rudely interrupted from my first dreamless sleep since the Highbrary by a frantic Bastille.
One thing we need to clarify. Donât wake people up to help them after getting sick. I mean really, thatâs extremely counterproductive to everything that any foster parents (or other Smedrys) have ever told me. (Surely thereâs no oddly backwards Free Kingdomer logic about THAT, right?)
Of course, this situation might have possibly been different, since usually sickness isnât caused by proximity to an acclaimed Hushlands landmark.
(No, Iâm not kidding. In hindsight, why else would anyone build a giant metal arch in the middle of nowhere? For the âaesthetic?â Yeah, right.)
Iâm going to assume you guys need context. Iâm also going to assume Iâm going to have to be the one to give it.
Fine. Here we go again.
âWhy are we flying this way to Nalhalla? Isnât it the other way?â I asked.
Kaz nodded. âWeâre picking up Aydee on the way. Iâm sorry, kid, but weâve got to tell her the news about Attica.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â
Silence filled the aircraft after that.
For those of you reading this WITHOUT having read the last five books of my autobiography and Bastilleâs sixth installment first of all, why? Why are you here? You donât even know my name, do you? Those of you in the Hushlands are probably questioning why a prison in France is shaking me awake, arenât you? Read the other books first, you sicko. Secondly, since of course youâre probably still here despite my admonishing, accept this recap.
My name is Alcatraz Smedry. My family is known for having Talents for stuff like breaking things (me), getting lost (Kaz), and being bad at math (Aydee). Or at least thatâs how things used to go, until I accidentally released the Dark Talent upon the world and broke the talents. (You know, as one does under pressure.)
The Librarians control the Hushlands. (lands such as the United States or China) and hide that fact from everyone whoâs not in their cult while simultaneously trying to take over the free kingdoms (lands such as Nalhalla, Mokia, etc.) and incorporate them into their ever-growing empire.
The last volume I wrote detailed our infiltration into the Highbrary (Or as Hushlanders might know it, the U.S. Library of Congress) and introduced âCousin Dif,â aka Biblioden, aka the Scrivener, aka the original head of the Librarians who was supposed to be dead years ago.
He betrayed us all when we least expected it, then sacrificed my father on an altar and shot my grandfather, leaving me the last surviving member of the true Smedry line of Oculators, who can use special glasses to do cool stuff.
So, basically, we failed completely.
Or so I thought.
Bastilleâs recently released installment covered a LOT of happenings, including but not limited to Grandpa Smedry somehow managing to get his talent back in time to save his life, (Heâs still arriving late to his bullet wound to this day.) gravity breaking across the entire world, (I plead the fifth on that one.) a diplomatic discussion with the Dark Talent itself that ended in the other talents coming back, and me having no choice but to give a little bit of Smedry Talent to everyone in the world.
So if you ever find yourself waking up looking uglier than usual, or tripping over nothing, or putting something in one place and coming back to find it gone, that was probably my fault.
Sorry about that.
âHey, Kaz? Can we stop for food somewhere?â
âSure, kid. Weâre coming up on St. Louis, so we can find a place there if anyone has any Hushlander currency.â
I had, in fact, procured some from the Highbrary, and I told Kaz so.
âAlright! Lemme just set the detour real quick,â Australia said.
âNice, Iâve always wanted to see the Gateway Arch,â I said, sitting in the nearest empty chair.
Bastille scoffed. âI donât understand Hushlanders. Lots of gates have arches. Why is this one so special?â
I shrugged. âMostly because itâs big and metal, and I think you can go inside it, but that might be a different landmark. I guess we donât have to see it.â
âWell, if weâre gonna be there anyway, I suppose we can stop by it for a few minutes,â Bastille said, rolling her eyes.
âActually, if youâre in full armor and the rest of us minus Kaz are in formalwear⊠if we go somewhere that public, weâre definitely going to attract unwanted attention. We probably shouldnât stop in a city that big at all,â I rationalized.
Bastille rolled her eyes. âThere are extra clothes on this thing for a reason, Smedry. We can make something work.â
âAlright, then. Australia, Iâm afraid youâre going to have to hover and let whoeverâs coming with me down on the ladder. A giant penguin landing in the middle of the city would be way too noticeable. Speaking of which, whoâs coming with me?â
Bastille, Sing, and Kaz volunteered.
âAlrighty, then. Iâm going to need some way to keep contact with you guys. Australia, how do you feel about Courierâs Lenses?â
âUm⊠better than the first time the two of us used them?â
âThatâll work. Australia, youâre gonna have to take everyoneâs orders and pass them onto me through the lenses. Can you do that?â
âUm⊠maybe? Do we have a backup plan?â
I shrugged. âOnly if Kaz still has his cell phone.â
Kaz gave me a thumbs up. âYup! Sure do!â
âLeave it with Australia and thereâs our backup plan. Now, Iâm still going to be at least acting like Iâm using the phone. Hushlanders arenât exactly⊠used to lenses, so donât freak out when you see me on the phone. Itâs purely for aesthetic purposes.â
âOkay.â
âBastille, Sing, and Kaz, you go change into T-shirts and shorts. Iâll be doing the same. Iâll tell you if theyâre on wrong when youâre done.â
And so began a somewhat infiltration into St. Louis.
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When we came back together, we found out that Sing had no taste in clothes. At all.
At least Bastille had chosen a fairly normal-looking black tee-shirt with some sarcastic comment on it and a pair of bermuda shorts.
And it turns out Kaz looks pretty good in a sweater vest. (Who knew?)
Sing, however⊠Well, some things are better illustrated in pictures.
I looked at Sing. âOkay, you know what? Sing, can you just find a plain, white shirt?â
Sing nodded. âAlright!â he said, already running (tripping once) to the room heâd claimed on Penguinator.
âBastille, thatâs perfect. Great job.â
Bastille smirked. âThanks, Smedry. You donât look to bad yourself.â
(A/N: If youâre wondering what heâs wearing)
I blushed, quickly changing the subject when Sing came back, wearing, as Iâd asked, a white t-shirt.
âAlright, Australia, drop us down there. We can walk from here.â
It was true. There was a Steak ânâ Shake not too far from the edge of town we were approaching, so I told everyone ahead of time what their options were.
Australia dropped us off, and I put on my Courierâs Lenses as we walked to the Steak ânâ Shake.
âAlrighty, guys. Check out the menu while I call Australia.â I said, pulling out the cell phone and acting like I was putting in a phone number.
âHi!â Australia gasped. âOH MY GOSH ITS WORKING SO WELL??? WOW!â
I winced at her volume. âOkay, Australia. Ask everyone whether they want chicken tenders or a burger, and write it down so you can tell me.â
âYou got it!â the Courierâs Lenses blinked out as Australia took them off.
Kaz grinned. âThe cheeseburger looks pretty good. Also, what are milkshakes?â
I gasped, faux offendedly. âOkay yeah we have to introduce everyone to milkshakes. Wait, Kaz, do you know if anyone with us is lactose intolerant?â
Kaz shook his head. âNope, nobody on Penguinator is lactose intolerant.â
âGreat! Now I just have to-â at that precise moment, Australiaâs Couriers Lenses were turned back on. âNice! Australia, ask around for milkshake orders. Theyâve got Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry, Banana, Oreo Cookies 'n Cream, Mint Oreo, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Birthday Cake, Cotton Candy, M&M's, Reese's peanut butter cup, Reese's peanut butter, Reeseâs chocolate peanut butter, Nutella, Butterfinger, Kit-Kat, and Snickers.â
(A/N: yes I did have to copy and paste the shake menu and delete the calories and ingredient information this hurt me)
Australia dutifully wrote down each flavor and made a saluting motion before turning off her lenses again.
âAlright, guys! Any minute now and weâll be able to order.â
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About half an hour later, the four of us returned to Penguinator with plenty of fast food for the others before immediately going back down to see the Gateway Arch.
A few minutes in, Sing tripped.
Of course, we made nothing of it.
A few minutes later, the milkshake started to disagree with me.
âOof. I should NOT have gotten a large.â
Bastille scoffed. âObviously.â
We came within sight of the arch, and my head began to pound.
Well, thatâs not the milkshake, is it, I thought.
My stomach turned as we walked closer, and I found myself suddenly drained of all energy. Where before Iâd had the quickest strides out of the team, now I was lagging about two feet behind Kaz, very much in last place.
Needless to say, Bastille noticed. Also needless to say, she decided to make fun of me for it. âYouâd better not be falling asleep back there, Smedry,â
âNo, mâfine,â I said, although I definitely was feeling a little sleepy.
We were so close; I couldnât give up now. Bastille was gonna lose her mind when she found out we could, in fact, go inside the thing, up all the way to the top. There were windows up there, I was pretty sure.
She wanted to make fun of me for lagging behind? Well, weâd see how she felt about going ahead of everyone else when we were up six hundred thirty feet in the air.
The world seemed to spin all of a sudden, but on the bright side, we were almost to the ticket center.
âHey guys! We can go inside it! Letâs go!â Sing exclaimed, pointing at a sign.
Kaz hung back. âI donât know, guys. Are you sure you wanna go in? I mean, think about Bastille, thatâs pretty high upâŠâ
Bastille shuddered. âDonât remind me.â
I gave a small smile that probably looked like a grimace.* âThatâs the idea. Itâs time I get some teasing ammunition for once.â
Kaz looked at me. âAl, youâre not lookinâ to good. I donât know if youâd survive up there without passing out.â
âMâfine, Kaz. Câmon, letâs get our tickets.â
We waited in line at the ticket center for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. My legs felt like gelatin, but Sing looked so excited, and I sure as heck wasnât gonna be the one to rob him of this experience.
I inhaled sharply. White-hot pain stabbed through my head, uncannily reminiscent of the headaches Iâd get as a child. (I now knew they were a result of Oculatory power building up in me at unhealthy levels.)
âYou alright, Smedry? We canât have you fainting away on us.â Bastille snarked.
âFine, fine. Just a headache.â
âDrama queen.â
âOkay, Bastille.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âGuys! The lineâs moved!â Sing said, effectively finishing the argument for us.
I hobbled forward, swaying like one of those inflatable tube men you see in the Hushlands sometimes. (For you Free Kingdomers reading this, think holding a singular cooked noodle vertically and moving your hand back and forth slightly, but upside down and with two smaller noodles attached to the first one.)
Bastille steadied me. âWhoa, there. Donât go fainting away on me, Smedry.â
I tried to think of a good comeback, but my mind wasnât working and my vision was fuzzy and when I looked back at Bastille all that came out was, âSârry.â (Brain-clouding radiation. Obviously.)
I donât really remember what happened after that, but I woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, perfectly fine, with Bastille shaking me like a child rolling out play-doh.
âBastille, stop, Iâm awake!â I got up and looked around, taking in my surroundings, which seemed to be some sort of makeshift infirmary. âHow and when did we get back here?â
âI carried you, idiot.â
âOh.â I could feel my cheeks reddening at the implication that Bastille had been lugging me around like a sack of potatoes back to Penguinator.
I looked back up at Bastille, and immediately received a smack to the face as a reward for my eye contact.
âOw⊠what the heck?â
Bastille then proceeded to tackle-hug me back onto the bed. I stiffened.
This is once again a time to tell the women reading this to please give us men a warning before you hug us. We need warning. (You know what, just everyone give people warning in general it doesnât matter the gender.)
âAlcatraz, please NEVER do that again; Sing said he could feel your pulse slowing down. You couldâve died, Smedry. IâŠâ Bastille got up and paced around the room, stopping at a window. âI canât lose you.â
I blinked stupidly. âYou canât lose me?â What on earth was that supposed to mean?
Bastille looked down, and I wasnât sure if it was the lighting or if her cheeks were genuinely as red as mine. âFor one, your entire family would kill me, and for two, the knights would kill me again.â
âSo, purely diplomatic, then,â I said, not sure why I was feeling strangely disappointed.
âThat, yeah.â
I looked down at the ground, trying to hide the fact that my face was probably tomato red. We were flying closer to St. Louis, and as we approached, I could feel a headache flaring up again. I wobbled back to my bed as spots swam in my vision, and the last thing I remember before passing out was seeing the top of the Gateway Arch through the floor.
I woke up with Australia on the bed next to me, trying to calm down a panicked Sing.
âItâs fine, Sing. It was just a little headache.â
Sing raised an eyebrow. âYou said you were really dizzy.â
Australia looked at me and slowly shook her head. âYou should be worried about Alcatraz; he passed out again, but heâs awake now. Go interrogate him.â
With my luck, that did the trick, and Sing immediately ran over to (for some bizarre reason) check my vitals.
âSing, Iâm fine now. I donât know what came over me.â
Sing looked about to cry. âYou said you were fine last time and look what happened!â
âYeah, why are we suddenly fine now?â Australia wondered. âLike, I was REALLY dizzy. Sing, you saw it. I almost fell over.â
âI donât know, but I think I passed out again when we were over the arch.â
Australia nodded. âYeah, the thing was, like, wiggling and stretching through my lenses. I got a headache just looking at it through them, but when I took âem off, it just went away.â
âHuh.â
âI might be crazy, but I think itâs the arch.â
âBut if itâs the arch, why were only the two of us affected?â
âGood question.â
We sat there in silence, thinking about why the arch would give an adverse reaction to the two of us specifically.
âOh,â Australia said, tapping her head like sheâd just found out that the most obvious answer was, in fact, the right one.
âWhat?â
âI think itâs an Oculator thing.â
âThen why would I have passed out while you didnât?â
âBy the first sands, Smedry, isnât it obvious?â Bastilleâs voice came from behind me and I started. Iâd forgotten she was there.
âBastille, I donât know if youâve noticed, but there are three different Smedrys in the room right now, so youâre gonna have to learn everyoneâs first names at some point.â
âShut up.â
âNo.â
âAlcatrazâŠâ
âWhat?â
Bastille then made a noise that sounded uncannily like a horse muffled into a pillow.
âOkay, whatâs so obvious, then?â
âItâs because youâre so shattering powerful. I mean, have you ever seen Australia use Courierâs lenses from halfway across the country? On instinct?â
âUh⊠no.â
Australia nodded. âYeah, I can confirm I could NEVER.â
âOh.â
*I know EXACTLY what a good number of the Hushlanders are probably thinking, and youâre thinking of the wrong fast food chain. Go smell some grass, or whatever it is the Hushlands kids say nowadays.
#I am never writing a sickfic from first person pov again#my writing#alcatraz vs the evil librarians#MOTHER HEN SING RIGHTS#Alcatraz Smedry#Australia Smedry#Kazan Smedry#sing sing Smedry#mentioned Leavenworth Smedry#mentioned Attica Smedry
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POV: You are a newborn who has just hatched from an egg, and Alastor (from âHazbin Hotelâ) is your extremely loving and doting mother hen.
*Buck, buck, bugawk!* Oh my goodness, there you are! My precious little darling! Shhh, shhh, don't you worry a thing. Mama's got you! *Cluck, cluck, cluck.*
There there, my sweet little chickadee! *Cluck cluck.* Did you have a rough time hatching? All that effort! You're such a brave little one. Mama's so proud of you.
Yes, yes, I know! *Bugawk, buck-buck.* The world's a scary place, but don't you fret. I'll keep you safe and warm, no matter what. *Bugawk!*
#hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#mother hen alastor#pov#scenario#my post#vivziepop#vivzieverse#hazbin hotel scenario#hazbin hotel pov
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Hen's Dilemma
Hen struggles with her conscience. Buddie through Hen's eyes.
Finally the muse cooperated. A 2,400 word one shot uploaded to AO3.
read it here
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