#firefighter harry au

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“Is that homework?”

Potter did not sound annoyed. In fact, he never sounded annoyed by anything that Tom did. Disappointed, maybe, but never annoyed. He laughed at Tom’s insults and grinned at Tom’s dry jokes. Only because he was incapable of taking anything seriously, no doubt.

Tom said, “It is an essay on the defensive applications of ancient runes against class XXXX plants.”

“So it’s homework.” Potter perched his chin on his hand like an infatuated schoolgirl. “What’s your favourite class?”

“I thought we had jointly decided against sharing personal details,” Tom commented, licking the tip of his index finger before turning the page of his herbology text.

“If you’re going to blatantly disregard my very serious order to sort out these millions of boxes of files, then I think I’m entitled to a bit of questioning.”

Tom shut his textbook with a sharp thud and turned around. Once again, Potter was wearing an easy smile, like they were two old friends chatting while having a cuppa.

“You’re pathetic,” Tom said with a roll of his eyes, dispensing with the veneer of politeness.

“You’ll have to hit a lot harder than that to damage my ego.” Potter lounged back in his chair and gave it a slow spin. By the time his rotation had completed, he was smirking. “Besides, I don’t see what you’ve done that’s so impressive, seeing as you won’t tell me any of it.”

“I am going to be Head Boy next year, and that is all you need to know.”

“I put out Fiendfyre with my bare hands—”

“Hardly.”

“And my lovely, soon-to-be Head Boy intern won’t even tell me what his favourite class is. Tragedy has struck me, truly.”

Tom folded one leg over the other. “What was your favourite class?” he demanded. “Quidditch?”

“Got it in one.” Potter’s shit-eating grin intensified. “And defence class.”

Defence class. Potter would be good at duelling, Tom could picture it. That defiant, determined expression Potter had worn before approaching the Fiendfyre. Wand held confidently at the ready, shoulders impressively broad, navy robes whipping with the wind—

“I could take you,” Tom found himself saying.

Potter eyed him. “In Quidditch? Or defence? Because while I’m sure you’re very talented, Tom, I don’t think you’d stand a chance at either.”

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[valoale]

WIP

Harry claims he hit his head on duty (he did not). In other words he constantly finds reasons to go to the hospital just to see Dr. Malfoy only to ask him out

#if you wanna see your favourite neurosurgeon you gotta do what you gotta do

My little surgeon AU is growing and I can't help it, so, firefighter (& EMT) Harry, anyone? prev & prev

[hotcinnam0nspicy]

Happy Sallow Sunday my lovelies!

I'm wrapping up the Firefighter series with our hottie Sebastian. Enjoy!

[trashbag-baby666]

Pilot-Firehouse au

Summary: There’s a new probie at Casper fd, Gale is one step closer to finding out who Rosies been going on dates with, welcome to the madness.

WC: 3,385

C/W: None!

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John skipped through the fire department a pink box of donuts in his hand. Most people would probably ask what’s got you in a good mood? But no one batted an eye at John, because this is just how he carries himself all the time, aspiring to put a smile on all his crew's faces. Today it would be with donuts tomorrow it might be dad jokes.

“Morning, Bucky.” Curt wiped his hands on his pants and took the powdered sugar donut out of the box, “Chicks got a probie in the office. Told me to send you in when you got here.”

“Sounds good,” John nods, heading up the metal, red steps and going into Chicks office. A brown haired man sitting on the opposite side of Chick, his eyes wide with excitement. Fresh out of the academy and ready for some real action.

“Morning chief, donut?” John held the box out.

“Yes please, thank you, Captain. John, this is Captain Egan. One of the finest firefighters CFD has ever seen.”

“We’ve got another John?” He raised an eyebrow leaning over slightly to see the file on Chicks desk, “John Brady, how do you like Brady?”

“I…uh.”

“Come on, Brady, wouldn’t wanna be late for the morning stretch circle.” John called, bouncing down the steps, Brady scattering after him, “Guys this is our new probie, Brady.”

“Fresh blood, huh?” Dougie leaned on the fire truck

“This is Dougie and…” John looked around for a moment, “Where’s your Missus?”

“I ain’t anyone's missus,” the lengthy blonde came from around the front of the truck, eyeing up Brady.

“And this is Howard but everyone calls him Hambone, maple long john for you.” John plucked the donut out of the box and handed it to the blonde, “I’m putting Brady with you guys today, so please be nice to him…Brady, good luck with the hazing.”

“You’re ours now, pretty boy.” Dougie put a strong hand onto his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

“Come on stretch time, boys.” Curt clasped his hands together grabbing the attention of everyone, quickly being overshadowed by the loud siren that began to ring, “Nevermind.”

“Suit up, Brady!” John clapped him on the back, offering a small crack of a smile.

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Gale’s all too familiar with the sounds of too many voices all at once on top of the constant voices on the intercom paging doctors, the occasional groan, the clacking on keyboards. The sound of the Casper, Wyoming ER became nothing but white noise for him, “good morning, doctor.” Rosie stood against the counter in the breakroom. His words okayest doctor thermos in hand, a small smile on his lips.

“Morning, doctor.” Gale opened his locker, “How’re you this morning?”

“Doing just fine.”

“So I take it the date went well?”

“Oh, how did it go?” Croz pushed open the break room door, his stuffed to the brim tote bag over his shoulder eyebrows wide with curiosity.

“It was fine guys, but I don’t kiss and tell.” Rosie put his hands up in defense. Croz and Gale had been trying to crack the code into Rosies love life since late med school when they met Croz during their residencies. But he kept it a secret from them and wasn’t budging still.

“You’re no fun, Rosie, who else are me and Gale supposed to gossip about?”

“Linda from HR. No, I’m kidding, gossip about me wouldn’t be very much fun anyways, but he did meet Freddie last night.” Rosie glanced at the two of them as he walked towards the door.

“Oooooh,” Gale snickered, getting to meet Freddy was a big deal. Rosie didn’t let just anyone meet his elderly deaf cat with separation anxiety.

“Sorry I gotta get back to it,” Rosie put his hand on the door handle shooting them a wink.

“I’m glad he’s found a guy, this was their…fourth date I think he mentioned the other day?” Gale and Rosie had met their freshman year of college since they were roommates. Then they just never separated and lived together all the way up until John asked Gale to move in with him.

“Me too,” Croz sighed, putting his bag away, “How was Delia’s game yesterday?”

“Great! She almost had a home run, but they did win, six to five!”

“Sorry, we couldn’t make it, Junie got sent home from the day camp yesterday with a fever.” Gale knew Croz and his husband Bubbles kept very busy with their four kids.

Hell, Gale only had two kids and they kept very busy.

“That’s alright, how high was the fever?”

“Hundred and one I think she sweated it out last night. She was drippin’ this morning when I woke her up.”

“Hopefully it passes fast. It makes me so sad when the girls are sick.”

“Me too, hopefully we can contain her germs to herself and we don’t have a house outbreak.” Croz rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. The last thing any of them needed was a Crosby family sick outbreak that could possibly spread.

———————

Brady squeezed the excess water out of the sponge and back into the bucket of soapy water. Pressing the sponge back into the truck. After the call John had asked Ham, Dougie, and himself to wash the truck. But the other two had long since abandoned ship , leaving him by himself.

“Dougie and Ham ditch you?”

“Jesus,” Brady put a hand out on the truck turning to see John with that same smirk from earlier on his face. Bending down he grabbed the other sponge out of the bucket.

“Curt used to do the same shit to me. I promise they’ll like you, they do this to everyone.”

“How long did Curt, y’know…? Harass you for being the new guy?” Brady scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Oh I don’t know, I think a good month, till I saved his ass from a burning building.”

“Oh.”

“How old are you, kid?”

“Twenty four, sir.”

“Well you’re aging me specially with the sir, no need for this sir and captain bullshit. Just call me Bucky, everyone else does.”

“Okay, capt…Bucky.” A moment of silence passed between the two of them. Brady just hoped he was doing everything right like he had been taught in the academy.

“Got a special someone in your life?”

“Oh, uh, no. I haven’t met the right one yet…there weren't a lot of options in Sundance. Thought I’d have a better shot since I play for both teams.” Brady chuckled dryly hoping he wouldn’t be ostracized for his sexuality here.

“Amen to that one! I thought I’d be single for the rest of my life, till I met my husband.”

“How long have you guys been married?”

“We actually just celebrated our tenth anniversary last week.” John snickered.

“Well congratulations, do you have any kids?”

“Yeah, we’ve got two girls. My oldest will be 13 next week and our youngest is seven.”

Brady felt a hole of anxiety in his chest begin to fill itself back in knowing there was at least another lgbt member in the firehouse. He kept it to himself at first in the academy, he didn’t want a stigma to follow him.

Brady picked his head up at the sound of a dog barking, meeting the sight of a white and light gray husky in a service dog vest dashing towards John. “Oh hello there, Meatball!” John scratched the husky behind his ear, “This is Meatball, the hundredths mascot and staple.”

“Is this the new probie?”

“Yep,” John clasped a hand on Brady’s shoulder squeezing gently, “Brady, this is our driver engineer Benny Demarco, he’s Meatball's other half.”

“I’m not married to him, I promise.”

“Did you look into the tax benefits for it?” John asked, tilting his head and putting his hands on his hips.

“Nice meeting you, Brady.” He held out his hand for him to shake.

“Nice meeting you, I look forward to working with you.” Brady shook his hand, his grip tight and firm.

“Come on Meatball,” Demarco headed up the steps to Chicks office, the husky behind him.

“So,”

“Hm?” Brady’s eyebrow raised.

“Me and Benny are good friends, but he won’t tell us a thing about this person he’s seeing. If you can figure anything out let me and Curtie know.” John squeezed Brady’s shoulder again delivering a small shake.

So John is chronically nosy?

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“Fancy seeing you here, we gotta stop running into each other like this.” Curt leaned against the open door of the ambulance.

“Hey, Curtie.” Ken looked up from where he was writing down his report, “Did you ask Bucky if we're still coming over for dinner?”

“Yes we are.”

“Awesome, I felt bad we had to leave right after the game.” Ken set his clipboard down standing up taking Curt’s hand then jumping out of the back of the ambulance.

“Yeah, the girls were all excited. I'm bringing them popsicles to Friday's practice, today we gotta lock in on fielding.” Ken smiled while watching Curt talk with his hands. He loved getting to coach Cordelia’s rec league softball team. Curt also stayed busy playing on the firehouses softball league Bucky coached. He didn’t play anymore only because he tore his ACL a few years back.

“I know I was so proud of them! You tell them I said that.” Ken placed his hand on Curt’s chest, “You’ve been working out?”

“Sure have sugar,” Curt pulled him in by the belt loops. He could stare at Curt all day and make this his full time job. Curt moved in with Ken a couple months ago and things had been going pretty well.

“Curt, what are you doing?” John furrowed his eyebrows coming around the truck.

“I was just saying hello to the wife,” Curt kissed Ken’s cheek, “See you at home, Kenny.”

“Bye Curtie, bye John.” Ken waved and shut the back doors of the ambulance.

“I saw you and Buck making out against one of the trucks the other day. So you got nothin’ on me, Johnny.” Curt shook his head walking after him.

“You know too much about me for me to become an enemy of Curtis Biddick. I was just coming to tell you we were leaving.”

It was true, when John dropped out of college halfway through his second year. He got in his car and started driving. He got to the Wisconsin/Minnesota border and decided to just keep going. Drove all the way to Casper, Wyoming in two days, decided to stop for a drink and then never looked back.

“I don’t want you as an enemy,” Curt shrugged his jacket back on as they got back to the truck.

“Good, because then I would have to kill you.” The two of them climbed back in the truck, “How’re you liking it, Brady?”

“I like it sir- uh, Bucky.” He cleared his throat and clasped his hands together looking down.

“Loosen up kid, I’m glad you like it.” John sat across from him.

“You’ve been doin’ a just fine job. I know you’ll fit right in.” Curt had seen a dozen or so of guys through their probie phases at the firehouse. He did in fact haze John after he convinced him to join the academy. John and Curt both saw Dougie and Ham through their probie period together. Brady seemed like a good kid and determined to become the best firefighter he can be.

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Gale: I’m on lunch, just thought I’d check in if you or Flynn needed anything from the store. If you make anything please clean it up so I don’t have to clean before making dinner. 🤗🤗

Cordelia: ok

Gale sighed, setting his phone back on the breakroom table stabbing a crispy piece of lettuce out of his salad. “I don’t like this tweenage thing.”

“Delia?” Rosie hummed through his bite of sandwich

“Yeah the other day she looked at me like I killed her cats because I asked her to help me pick up dinner.” Gale rubbed the bridge of his nose. He and John both had been coming to terms that Cordelia did not in fact hate them. She just wasn’t their little girl anymore and wanted more independence and they could respect that.

“Has the attitude started yet?” Croz could probably offer the best advice out of any of them. Their oldest was a couple years older than Cordelia, “The first time Astrid actually raised their voice at us we were so distraught.”

“A little bit,” Gale sat back in his seat rubbing at the gold band on his finger, “I’m beginning to think about bringing back timeouts for her too.”

“Sometimes it’s better to let them cool off in their room. I remember this age, hormones flying, your body changing, everything seems like the biggest deal of your life.” Croz definitely had the most confidence in his parenting out of the group. But I guess you do probably have to carry confidence with your words when you have four kids to wrangle around.

“I told my parents to shut up one time at that age…it did not go over well.” Gale could imagine a younger Rosie telling that to Mama Rosenthal. Followed by her most certainly chewing him out in Yiddish and sending him to his room.

It’s not that Gale is insecure about his parenting, it's that he doesn’t want to be like his father. He wasn’t like his father at all. It’s the one thing Gale brought up when they first talked about kids, “John, what if I turn into him?” “That’s not going to happen. You’re nothing like him, Gale.” John was right, Gale wasn’t his father. The apple didn’t even fall from that tree.

“It’s at least a little nice to hear that this is at least some right of passage event.” Gale cleared his throat. He didn’t really get a chance to have that, he grew up at far too young of an age. He had spent his entire childhood taking care of his father and avoiding the swinging hands that came at him. The rundown apartment in northern Casper, the cigarette burned couch with the cans and bottles littering any surface available. He knew his only way out and he took it and ran.

Now he had his own family, he had his firehouse family from John's side and he had Rosie and Croz from his side. He had to remind himself, he in fact is doing better than he ever thought he would.

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There’s a lot of things that are staples in the Cleven household. but the one that never missed was the barking every time someone was at the door. Scooby would jump up his loud howl carrying alerting Chili that maybe he needs to start barking too; although, his didn’t carry the same way Scoobys did.

“Guys!” Gale scolded the dogs from the kitchen.

“It’s us,” Ken sang as they came inside toeing off his shoes. His prized Apple pie in his hands, Curt not far behind him, “Hi Scooby.”

“Uncle Curt!” Flynn came flying out of the kitchen and jumped into his arms.

“Hey, Flynn.” Curt spun her around, “How was your ball game?”

“Good! I got a couple good hits! Papa said we could practice tomorrow.” Flynn quite literally fell from the John Egan tree though. Not only did she have the same blue eyes and dark brown curls but the same sass and humor. Oh yeah, and the lifelong passion for baseball but ‘specifically the yankees’.

“I’ll see if I have time to stop over and I can toss you some balls. Sounds good?”

“Yes! You’re the best Curt.” Flynn wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight.

“No you’re the best, Flynn. Why don’t we go help your dads set the table?”

Flynn nodded, Curt setting her down and she took off for the dining room attached to the kitchen.

“Delia, why don’t you take Ken with you to grab some drinks.” Gale nudged her from across the kitchen island.

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes with that sharp tone in her voice.

“I don’t like that attitude,” John popped his hip out resting his hands on his hips.

“I don’t like your attitude, Pa.”

Gale looked between the two of them having their nightly ‘drama queen competition’ as Flynn called it. Cordelia let out an irritated grunt stomping to the connecting door to the garage.

“Teenagers are fun,” Curt snickered.

Ken sat on the steps next to the fridge in the garage while Cordelia dug out the last can of Arnold Palmers for Curt.

“Is everything going alright, hun?”

“Yeah, it’s just, everything feels like…I don’t even know.” She handed the can of tea to Ken and shut the fridge door sitting back on her knees.

“That’s part of growing up, unfortunately. Do you wanna talk about anything?” At those words Cordelia looked down at her hands bashfully, a small smirk that resembled Gales following.

“Well, okay but you can’t tell dad and Pa.”

“Deal,” Ken rested his head in his hands.

“There’s this girl on my team, her name is Mel.”

“Does Curt know?” Ken interrupted her momentarily.

“No, we just started talking last week. She’s staying over with some of my other friends on Saturday.”

“I hope you have fun. But make good decisions,” Ken picked up the drinks off the steps next to him.

“Don’t worry, we haven’t even held hands yet. I can’t tell if pa would be upset that I’m dating or start crying?”

Ken let out a small chuckle, there's a good chance both could happen. Curt told him that when Cordelia had taken her first steps John broke down crying. He also cried when she turned one, he wasn’t ready for his little girl to be in such a rush to grow up still.

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John let out a loud yawn stretching his arms above his head, his shirt coming up just slightly. Gale leaned over, poking his stomach softly sending John into a loud laugh falling onto the bed right on top of Gale. “Did you have a good day at work?” Gale felt his cheeks heat red him and John were nose to nose.

“Yeah, we have a new probie at the station. Seems like a good kid. How about yours, Doctor Cleven ” John smiled because he knew exactly how to get Gale all flustered.

“Well, Captain Egan, I did have a good day. Today I found out Rosie went on a fourth date with that guy and he brought him to his apartment and let him meet Freddie.” He was pleased with himself that John's cheeks were now flush and he looked down slightly, just from calling him captain.

“Ooooh, do you know his name?.” John rolled off of him climbing under the blankets. He loved some good, who's dating who gossip? Someday he could be just as bad as Cordelia.

“No, that’s all he’s told us. We should find a time to go out and tell Rosie to bring him.”

“Good god, Buck. You’re just as bad as me and Delia!” Wrapping his arms around Gale he pulled him into his chest.

“Exposure therapy,” Buck giggles, turning his head to meet John's sparkly eyes. They laid there for a moment just basking in the energy of an amazing sixteen years together.

“Can you believe we’ve been married for ten years?” John rested his chin on Gale's shoulder, “Together for 16.”

“I know it’s gone so fast.” Gale tangled his hands into John’s pressing his back into John’s warmth.

“Next thing we know it’s going to be our 60th anniversary and Delia and Flynn are going to put us in a home.”

“Don't remind me,” Gale sighed, tipping his head back against John.

“At least we’re a long way from retirement?” John kissed Gales neck, truthfully he’d work forever if that’s what it took to keep this little life. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this, he was married to the absolute love of his life, “Well, maybe we should use my sexy firefighter body to our advantage.”

Gale mentally rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, John’s cheesy flirting never getting old. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

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[smilesstyless]

So are still open to older!Harry one shots because hears one…

Older!Cop and/or Firefighter Harry and plus size! Teacher Reader and she’s helping the kids calm down because there was a fire or a suspicious person or package on school grounds and then goes to her asks if she doing ok (btw they are already dating or something) sorry if isn’t good or makes sense

I’m sorry it took sooooo long :)

The school had to call the firefighters because there was a fire in the chemistry lab, the primary school was next to the High School, and they had to get out too. They don’t want the fire to spread.

Y/n was calming down the kids who were crying, she was hugging Amanda, who is a shy kid. She doesn't really talk, when they have art, she is concentrated on the things she’s doing right now. Once she gave a picture to you.

Your boyfriend is a firefighter. He makes sure everything is okay.

Harry was looking for you, and he found you on the other side of the schooyard. He saw you talking to a little girl. His smile gets brighter every second he looks at you.

“Thank god you’re okay. I looked for you for at least ten minutes,” he sighs with relief.

“Hey,” he looks down at you. You grab her by her armpits and lift her up and she rests on your hip. She hides herself in your neck.

Hi h,” she smiles slightly. She’s still busy with Amanda. She pecks his lips for a moment. The kids around her yelled ‘ew.’

“Are you okay? I know it wasn’t— but I have to make sure you’re alright.” He smiles, Harry is a few years older than you. He loves to take care of you.

“I am, but Amanda is still shocked,” Harry takes her into his arms. She looks confused at her teacher. Harry’s smile is big, and so is y/n’s she loves to see him with kids.

“I’m Harry,” he smiles, “You don’t have to cry, it was just a little fire. Were you scared of the sound the school made?” She nodded her head.

“You’re fine and Ms. Y/l/n is also fine. If you hear that sound again. I’ll check on you after I’m done working. How does that sound?” Harry’s voice is a bit higher than usual. He always does that when he’s talking to kids, he doesn’t wanna scare them with his deep voice.

“Good, thank you, Harry,” she wraps her arms around his neck.

•••

The next day she made something you weren't allowed to see. At the end of the lesson, she gave it to you. “Please give it Harry,” she smiled shyly. She's in first grade and you didn’t care right now to correct her.

“You can do it yourself,” Harry waited in front of the class until you were finished teaching. He stands up and walks into class. He kisses the top of her head. Amanda hides behind her teacher's leg.

“You wanted to give something to him,” Harry knelt.

“I don’t bite,” she walks slowly forward toward Harry. She hands him her picture.

“I drew you and y/n and also a cat who you were saving.” She didn’t have a problem with the kids saying her first name.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you,” she smiled shyly. As she looks at the door she sees her dad.

“Daddy,” she yells. “I gave this nice firefighter my picture,” she points at Harry who’s looking at her dad and Amanda.

“Is he the one from yesterday?” She nodded her head.

•••

“That’s so nice of her, did you ask her to do that?”

“No, I wasn’t allowed to see it until the end of the lesson,” Harry puts the picture on their fridge.

[gucciwins]

OMG your latest firefighter blurb was absolutely incredible and i’m actually obsessed with them🥺 i can just imagine after that storm that harry would light a fire on their wooden fireplace back home and cuddle up close to firebug and talk about literally sweet nothings :(((

thank you so much, darling 🤗 firefighter!harry has a special place in my heart. he's so in love with his firebug

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“What are we watching tonight?” Y/N asks from the kitchen as she finishes serving their cup of hot chocolate. Harry was kind enough to pick up a few donuts while she finished in the shower. He told her they both deserved it after the day they had. She knows he did it because he knows they’re her favorite. It also helps that she showered him in kisses when she saw the familiar purple box on the counter. 

“Thought we could watch a movie, angel.” 

She hums, “it’s your turn to choose.” 

“What are we in the mood for?” 

Y/N laughs; Harry always does this. He wants to pick a movie he knows she’ll enjoy. She doesn’t mind what they watch; she loves being cuddled in his arms. “Surprise me, H.”

He sighs dramatically. She sets their mugs down on the coasters Harry bought for them when they visited his mom and sister in England. They’re a pair of angel wings, and she loves that he bought them because they reminded him of her. He always seems to do that. Y/N settles down on the couch, watching him tend the fire to their fireplace. 

Y/N had known her house was always too big, but she bought it when prices were low and she was thinking of a future she might have. Now more and more, the future has been getting clear, especially when she sees Harry right by her side for every new step. She never dared touch the fireplace because she was afraid something would happen if she stepped away from it. Harry was so excited as winter came and saw that the fireplace looked as good as new. He took it upon himself to show Y/N how to properly start the fire and turn it off so that no sparks would reignite it. He even went to show her what she had to do in an emergency, though he promised her that would not be the case. 

“Warm enough, firebug?” Harry turns around, happy to see her snuggled underneath the blankets he dropped on their couch. 

She opens up her arms, calling him to her. “Cuddle me, please.” 

“You never even have to ask,” he assures her. 

Harry steps away from the fire and falls right on top of her making her laugh ring out loud through their home. He knows it’s the best feeling in the world to be right here with the love of his life. He easily shifts them to lay on their sides, both able to hear the opening notes of the movie. 

“What movie did you pick?” She whispers. 

“Tangled.” 

She giggles, “good choice.” 

They lay sideways, Y/N never turning her back against Harry to look at the screen, not bothering to sing along as she would have every other time. No, her focus is solely on Harry tonight. He doesn’t mind one bit. 

“TJ told me how he and Carols are thinking about getting a pet.” Harry shares with Y/N.

“Yeah, they seem like dog dads.” 

Harry laughs, “what do I seem like? Hmmm, pretty angel.” 

Y/N feels her face flush and resists the urge to hide, knowing Harry loves seeing her smiley, especially when he’s the reason. “A cat, dad.”

“Yeah, you want me to share my love with a little kitten.” 

“Only if you promise to still love me the most,” she confesses. 

Harry shakes his head, pressing his lips against hers. “The easiest promise of my life, there is no competition.” 

“I feel we’ve kept many plants alive, and I think we’re ready for the next step.” 

“Do you?” Harry brushes a few strands of her away. 

“Mhm… wouldn’t you like that?” 

“Mimi Y/LN-Styles.”

She scrunches her nose at his name suggestion. “I do like our last names together.” 

“Fine, no, Mimi.”

Y/N raises her hand, letting herself trace Harry’s eyebrows down his nose until she reaches his lips. “Maybe on Sunday, we can go check out the shelter?” 

Harry playfully nips at her fingertip as she retraces his soft lips. She giggles, pulling back her finger. “Want to make me a daddy,” he teases.

“Harry!” She pulls back, shocked, slapping his shoulder gently. He shrugs, clearly amused. “You’re a dork.”

He tugs her back close to his chest, not liking the gap she created. “Love you so much, angel.”

She sighs, melting into him. “Love you,” she promises back.

“We can start with a fish,” he jokes. 

“Or a snake,” she teases.

“Now hang on….” 

Y/N knows that whatever comes next in life is something she is excited about because she gets to do it with Harry.

[cwrotes]

plaid plaid in a purple morning ; larry

valentine’s day au | fluff | 9.4k

summary: "it's february 14 and louis couldn't feel more alone. without a partner, or a large number of friends, he resigns himself to the idea of spending the day of love watching movies with his flatmate, niall. or at least, that was the plan until things only went from bad to worse. or where the microwave goes up in flames and a curly-haired, hugely impertinent fireman knocks the wind out of louis, who can't believe anything that's happening."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“What does a firefighter care what he intended to do with his best friend?

"Were your girlfriends on their way?" he inquires, causing the brown-haired man to grimace again in bewilderment.

The expression on the curly-haired man's face, pretty as it is, doesn't let you know what he's thinking, let alone figure out what he's up to with all this.

"No?" he answers in a doubtful tone, hastening to rectify himself. "Only Niall has a girlfriend and well, huh, it was just going to be the two of us. Just us."

"You don't have a girlfriend?" he interjects, as if that had been the only thing she'd withheld from that entire sentence.”

[lucethemoonwitch]

Right, okay... firefighter!marylily is my new WIP apparently

Guilty as sin by TSwift is Lily's song by the way

[u3pxx]

KIM KITSURAGI - “Is that. My kineema.”

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.

EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!

- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!

- “Sure is.”

DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?

YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”

DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!

YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.

INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.

ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.

HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!

VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.

KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”

YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”

LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.

KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”

YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”

YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”

KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."

He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”

EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.

YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.

YOU - “…”

KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.

YOU - “Kim?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.

YOU - “KIM!!!!”

uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt

(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)

also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes

[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more Fluffy fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**

Of Mates and Men || @bananaheathen || 630.4k Weddings, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

knock, knock, I love you || beautlouis || 86k College AU, Virgin Harry, Fluff

With My Body and Soul, I Want You More Than You’ll Ever Know || BoosBabycakes || 58.8k   Strangers to Lovers, Mpreg Lou, So Fluffy

Homegrown || casuallyhl || 51.4k  Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Gardening, Fluff!

The Boys of Summer || @afirethatcannotdie || 45.2k Summer Camp AU, Secret Relationship, Fluff

Nothing Else But Us Right Here || supernope || 35.3k   Kid Fic, Single Dad Louis, Teacher Harry, Fluff

With A Little Kindness || @jacaranda-bloom || 33k KidFic, Mpreg Harry, Single Parent Harry, Rich Louis, Valentine’s Day, Fluff Frankincense-ational || @londonfoginacup || 31.5k Christmas, Librarian Harry, Firefighter Louis, Fluff and Humor

Has the Ocean Lost Its Way || @kingsofeverything || 28.3k Surfer Louis, Photographer Harry, Fluff, Slow Burn, Australia

daydream about me || louistomlinsons || 21.5k  Girl Direction, Famous/Famous, Fluff, Coming Out (sorta), Idiots to Lover

pink like the paradise found || @disgruntledkittenface || 18.4k  Girl Direction, Fluff/Smut

Everywhere and Nowhere || @2tiedships2 || 16.5k   Omegaverse, Neighbors AU, Courting, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers

balance between you and me || @beckydoesthings || 15.4k Omegaverse, Fluff and Humor, Courting Rituals, Demisexual Louis

The Sorority AU Series || louistomlinsons || 14.7k  Girl Direction, Sorority AU, Fluff and Humor

a picture of love, that’s this house || theprincessd || 13.5k KidFic, Domestic Fluff, Canon

Soup? || trackfive || 13.3k Canon, SickFic, Fluff

Mistletoe, Memories, and Mayhem || @jacaranda-bloom || 12.6k Established Relationship, Fluff, Humor

The Checkout || @silverstuff50 || 12.2k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Awkward Flirting, Fluff

Bambi Legs || @disgruntledkittenface || 11.5k Girl Direction, Fluff, Coming Out, First date

Stumbling Into Your Arms ABO verse || @sunshineandthemoonlight || 11.3k - 2 parts Omegaverse, College AU, Train AU, Fluff

Faith and Trust and Pixie Dust || kotabear24 || 10.5k KidFic, Fluff, Meet Cute, Strangers to Lovers

Like a Picture Print by Currier & Ives || armadillosunset || 10k Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Knitting

Just the Start || @littleroverlouis || 9.6k Older Harry and Louis, Hair Stylist Harry, Fluff and Humor, First Dates

Find Me in the Kitchen || @neondiamond || 9.2k Omegaverse, Cooking Lessons, Fluff

Here We Come A-Wassailing || @lululawrence || 8.2k  Childhood Friends to Lovers, Christmas Fic, Fluff, Pining

Sun-Kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm || iwillpaintasongforlou || 7.6k Nerdy Harry, ADHD Louis, Badboy Louis, Pining and Fluff

The Coach Tommo Universe || @enchantedlandcoffee || 6.8k Omegaverse, Kid Fic, Fluff and Smut, Bakery Owner Harry

I’m sticking to you like glue || peanutbutterapple || 6.2k  College AU, Sick Fic, Halloween, Fluff

I’ll Keep You Warm || @parmahamlarrie || 5.9k Neighbour AU, Winter Storm, Fluff

Won’t You Please Come Around || @allwaswell16 || 5.8k Meet Cute, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers

Everybody Wants You (And I Don’t Mind the Gold Rush) || @sunflouwerhabit || 5.3k Ice Skating, Fluff, Flirting, Meet-Cute

Love Mail || @neondiamond || 5k Neighbours AU, Fluff, Stress Baking

Stealing Flowers || @lululawrence || 4.8k   Strangers to Lovers, Meet Cute, Fluff and Humor

touch my neck and I’ll touch yours || gravitycentered, wigglesjoon || 4.5k Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Fluff, Intimacy

All I Need || @tommokat || 4.1k KidFic, Single Parent Harry, Therapy, Fluff

Somersault || @sun-lt || 4k Established Relationship, Comfort, Fluff

Wordplay 2023: there his charming nest doth lay || @bottomhaztoplou || 3.8k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Nesting, Domestic Fluff

The Wrath of Gucci || louisunflower6 || 3.7k   Canon, Just fluffy, Some domestic bliss

Just a little taste || @lunarheslwt || 3.6k Vampire Harry, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

I’ve Been Running with the Wolves || RealityBetterThanFiction || 3.3k Werewolf/Shifter Harry, Human Louis, Established Relationship, Kidfic, Fluff

Just for you || @gaycousinlarry || 3.1k Canon, Fluff, Comfort

All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm || @justanothershadeofblue || 2.9k Friends to Lovers, Holiday Cards, Fluff and Humor

living love in slow motion || ashavahishta || 2.7k Canon, Fluff, Domesticity If Wishes Were Dishes || @londonfoginacup || 2.6k Domestic Fluff

Thesis Management || LadyLondonderry || 2.6k Werewolf Louis, Established Relationship, Fluff, Crack Fic

‘cause I built a home for you || angelsueavenue || 2.3k Omegaverse, Mpreg, Fluff, Nesting

Crowd Work || @littleroverlouis || 2.1k Stand Up Comedy, Banter, Fluff and Humor

Bless You! || @neondiamond || 2k Established Relationship, Kidfic, Fluff

The Wolf Wash || @haztobegood || 1.8k  Werewolves, Kid Fic, Fluff

Goodnight, Moon || @andtheywerebandmates || 1.6k Kid Fic, Established Relationship, Fluff

Wrap Your Legs Around Me || @evilovesyou || >1k Canon, Fluff, 2 Week Rule

[haztobegood]

This 28th comes with the heaviest of hearts. Over the past few days I've been finding comfort in the many, many ways Liam's memory will live on in the thousands of stories we have, so I wanted to share a few fics I love that feature Liam.

🦕 Hot Zauce by wemadethishome @theeliampayne (NR, <1k, OT5, fluff)

Zayn gets Liam, Niall, Harry, and Louis to try his homemade hot sauce.

🦕 The In-Between by LadyAJ_13 @ladyaj-13 (G, 2K, OT5 friendship, afterlife)

“You wake up in a desert with an angel, a demon and a grim reaper-” “-and the accounts manager!” “-yes, alright Liam, and the accounts manager - and you haven’t realised you’re dead?”

🦕 Hesitate by allwaswell16 @allwaswell16 (E, 2k, Liam/Louis, childhood friends to lovers, college au)

He’d always been in love with Louis. From the time he was old enough to understand attraction, he’d been attracted to Louis, not that he’d been ready to do anything about it at the time. Instead, he’d just supported him like a best friend should. He was there for Louis when he came out to his mom. He was there for Louis when he landed the leading role in the school play. He was there for him when Louis didn’t have a date for the prom. He was there when Louis got his heart broken. And he waited. He’d waited until he couldn’t stand to wait any more. A college au where Liam and Louis went from childhood friends to lovers to exes and back again.

🦕 The Grundy County Drag Show Incident by haztobegood (T, 3k, Liam/Zayn, drag show, gay awakening)

The instrumental opening of Beyoncé’s Halo filled the bar, and the crowd clapped in time to the beat. Holding a wireless mic in her gloved hand, Veronica Stardust owned the stage. She was one of the most vocally talented drag queens in the Midwest. Harry and Louis had seen this act a few times before and were always blown away at the power of her voice. Liam, however, was just experiencing it for the first time. He didn’t know what was yet to come.

🦕 Rising to the Occasion by LadyAJ_13 @ladyaj-13 (G, 4k, OT5 friendship, Great British Bake Off)

The camera pans across lush parkland to highlight a white tent, crisp and blinding in the spring sunshine. Four people cross the green lawn, elbows knocking until one is shoved to the side. The camera shot changes, zooming in on the same four figures lined up in cream aprons. “We’re One Direction,” they say, with cheesy grins and almost in unison. “And this is The Great British Stand up to Cancer Bakeoff!”

🦕 I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by lululawrence @lululawrence (NR, 4k, Liam/Nick Grimshaw, genderswapped, firefighter!Liam)

Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it. Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her.

🦕 For One of the Least of These by LadyLondonderry @londonfoginacup (G, 6k, OT5 friendship, witches, roommates)

“Sorry,” says Harry. “The fox has a curse?” He looks back toward the living room, suddenly feeling like at any moment some sinister force is going to come rushing through and attack them. He doesn’t like curses. Even the oven freaks him out a bit. “Correction,” says Niall. “The fox is the curse. He’s human, I can tell.” “Whoa,” says Liam. “You just let a cursed human loose in our house?” “Well I wasn’t going to leave him out there, was I?” Niall asks, looking at Liam like he’s daft again. “It’s freezing out there!” Or, the one where Harry, Liam, Niall and Zayn are witches and Louis is the fox with a curse.

🦕 bad luck to talk on these rides by wordsnnotes @quelsentiment (G, 10k, Liam&Louis, Liam/Zayn, first meetings and awkward conversations)

“So… how did you and Zayn meet exactly?” Louis turned to look at him, and Liam flinched under his somewhat cold stare. “What, Zayn hasn’t told you? I’m offended, I’ll have to have a word with him.” Liam genuinely couldn’t tell if Louis was joking or not. He squirmed a little under the pressure. “No, I mean, he did. Just thought it would be interesting to have your own perspective on it, I guess.” “Why? Are you conducting some kind of investigation? Want to know if our stories match up or something?” Liam nervously chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road. “What? No, of course not.” He shot a glance at Louis, who raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything else, as if waiting for Liam to explain. But what's there to explain? he thought, half panicking. He only wanted to be friendly, goddammit. Or: Liam just started dating Zayn and is desperate to make a good impression on Louis, his best friend. But things are off to an awkward start.

🦕 Singing Harmonies in Neverland's Embrace by zanni_scaramouche @zanniscaramouche (M, 21k, Liam/Harry, famous/not famous, omegaverse)

Two minutes and seventeen seconds. That’s all it took. Liam wasn’t there, he’s only read the reports. He doesn’t know if Harry’s heart sounded the same as it does now, rapid and high strung. If Harry had frozen at the scent of Zayn’s blood. If Harry had screamed, or gasped, or cried. Liam wasn’t there, and he’s determined to make sure he never finds out what Harry does when one of his bodyguards takes a knife to the chest.

🦕 You Don't Have To Be Lonely This Christmas by LadyLondonderry @londonfoginacup (T, 35k, Liam/Zayn, Christmas, library, roommates)

Louis knew that it would happen sooner or later. He was struggling, and his roommates weren’t. It only made sense for them to offer his place in the house to someone else. But now, it’s the first of December, and he has less than a week to find somewhere cheap to stay. At least until after the holidays. Enter: an old friend with an old house and a suspiciously empty bed. Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.

🦕 not even a landslide or riptide could take it all away by we_are_the_same @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (M, 49k, Liam/Zayn, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort)

When Liam was younger he used to daydream about fame, but right now he wishes he was still fourteen and naive enough to think that the things that people would have to say about him were nice. But he’s not fourteen. He’s twenty eight and for the past decade he’s grown accustomed to being a commodity, being on display. He’s had more media training than he can remember, but no amount of training could have prepared him for what’s been coming at him in the past few hours, for the judgment, the memes and the laughter. For the way that he’s suddenly become theirs now in a way that he’s never been, not even at the height of fame. When Liam gets outed via sextape, his whole world collapses around him. In the midst of all the chaos, an unexpected lifeline appears in the form of a DM from Zayn: If you find yourself needing to escape, go here. Even though they haven’t talked in years, Liam is just desperate enough to go. He doesn’t expect to find himself on a farm in the middle of nowhere, face to face with a man he hasn’t seen in years, but who somehow looks more familiar to him than the face he sees when he looks in the mirror.

🦕 Live a Thousand Lifetimes by Layne Faire (HisDarlin) @laynefaire (E, 58k, Liam/Zayn, exes to lovers, future fix-it fic)

It’s 2025. After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour. With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.

🦕 Crawling on Your Shores by juliusschmidt @juliusschmidt (E, 67k, Liam/Harry, strangers to lovers, small towns and aliens)

"You're a mechanic?" Liam nods. Harry gives him another long, appraising look. This time it lingers on his hands. "Your nails are clean." The tips of Liam's fingers tingle. "Got laid off a month ago." "Sorry to hear that." Harry smiles, soft and small. ~ Liam is searching for direction, purpose, connection, and, ultimately, himself. Harry is searching for aliens.

🦕 Influenced. by zita17, zmmf @louisandtheaquarian @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger (E, 353k+ WIP, Liam/Zayn, famous/not famous)

When Louis Tomlinson goes to bed on New Year's Eve, he is *not* prepared to wake up to a job offer that's layered in more NDAs than he's ever seen courtesy of ZAYN, A-list pop star and Louis’ best friend Liam's celebrity crush. But what is Louis even less prepared for? Zayn's Very! Enthusiastic! Influencer! boyfriend Harry Styles. When Harry Styles signs on to become Zayn’s fake boyfriend, he's expecting 12 months of good press and a generous paycheck to help launch his hair and skincare line—he wasn't expecting to fall in love at first sight with the man who'll apparently be following Zayn around All. The. Damn. Time. The Entire Year. A fake dating with a twist, famous/not-famous, enemies to friends to secret lovers au where Larry and Ziam fall in love behind the scenes while Zarry bicker in public.

Part 2 of my favorite Liam fics

[duplicitywrites]

After Albania, Harry was noticeably warmer towards him. There were sweets and homemade lunches. There were lingering touches and a careful tiptoeing by whenever Tom was ‘engrossed’ in his studies. It was an effort unearthed by desperation, a slowly-dawning realisation that come summer's end, Tom would be leaving.

That particular morning, Harry greeted him with the buoyancy of a toddler, a cheery smile and friendly offering of: “What do you want to do today?”

It was a juvenile question. It was a blatant bribe of leniency in exchange for companionship. And yet—

“I haven’t the faintest.” Tom arched his brow. “What are you willing to do for me?”

Harry’s lips parted soundlessly for a second. Then he licked them and said, “Answering a question with a question, I see. Books not entertaining enough for you?”

Truthfully, they were not. Tom was bored. In an attempt to escape both the summer heat and crippling limitations of the Muggle world, Tom found himself lingering after hours, taking advantage of the generous facilities and magically-precise climate control. Even this filing nightmare was a damn sight better than Wool's. Here, at least, he could do magic.

But there was only so much reading and writing to be done in a day, and even magic could not save him. He had long since surpassed the seventh-year curriculum; to hone his skills, he practiced the non-verbal transfiguration of random objects into other random objects. Yet even the novelty of permission to use magic outside of Hogwarts had limits, most notably after he found himself having absently collected three copies of a fluttering golden snitch.

The dark magic he truly wished to attenpt was ill-advised to do here at the Ministry, and knowledge of Harry's moral leanings made him hesitant to expose too much of his true nature.

So Tom eventually found, in his aforementioned boredom, his mind became frequently plagued by the concept of a summer… experience.

snippet for some like it hot 🔥

[valoale]

@kk1smet asked, thou shall receive 💅🏻✨

I must press this is a WIP and I am going to post it unfinished because I’ve been successfully sitting on it for nearly five months because there’s something bugging me about this but I don’t know what and I’m afraid if I say to myself that I will finish it I will sit on it forever so I’m just gonna go ahead and release him from my WIP jail and let him roam free

I’ve been unknowingly edging @emsuemsu for months and I’m truly and deeply sorry about that 🫡

Also special thank you for my bestie @sarxzu for building this AU with me and always listening to my insane rants about my blorbos and always hyping me up and helping me out with her amazing ideas❣️

[hotcinnam0nspicy]

@lora-erwood

What have you done.

The Firefighter series had to be expanded to include Draco 😭

[trashbag-baby666]

Casper fd au masterlist!

MOTA Masterlist!

Clegan:

Time, Precious Time

Apple of my Eye

My Husbands Name

Late Night Soup

Kurt (Curt x Ken)

Sleepless Nights

Clegan:

Pilot

Oh, Baby!

Your Blood is Washed away and all did will be Undone

Benny/Rosie:

The Birthday Party

Phone POV

Gale Cleven

John Egan

Curtis Biddick

Headcanons

An Assortment of Random HC’s

[inureiris]

Mob AU! Buck and Eddie Begin:

Buck’s working the night shift when they come in, Eddie having apparently burnt the last of their food in an attempt to cook. Chris gleefully tells Buck the story as Eddie decides what to order. Eddie looks at Buck’s nametag which read “Buck G.” in his loopy handwriting with a goofy smiley face that Harry drew when he came by with Micheal to visit his ‘new legal brother’. Buck opens his mouth to explain that Buck was actually his nickname, so ‘please don’t judge me super hot stranger’, when Chris asks how much whipped cream he could fit on a hot chocolate without it toppling over.

Buck is immediately absorbed in conversation with Chris and since the store is empty, he makes an extra hot chocolate and invites Chris to find out with him. 20 minutes and a ruler in the sink later, Buck is chatting with Chris about the speed of Santa’s reindeer compared to regular reindeer and all thoughts of his birth name are completely gone.

On Eddie’s side of things, he is already completely smitten with Buck, he’s sitting at the counter with Chris and watching them interact. When the topic shifts to Chris meeting kids in his new neighborhood- Buck is quick to suggest a Friday evening book club that his younger brother is a part of. He assures Eddie that all of the volunteers and carers are more than equipped to help Chris with anything he could need and makes a joke about his mum doing background checks. Eddie laughs and asks to exchange numbers so he could get the details, mentally patting himself on the back for being so smooth.

When Eddie and Chris leave, it is with full bellies and an extra pack of croissants that ‘were going out at the end of shift anyway’. Chris is as enamoured with Buck as Eddie feels and as soon as they get home, hebegs Eddie to text Buck to check if he would be at the book club. Eddie obliges with very little convincing and feels his heart rate skyrocket when Buck immediately texts back.

‘hey eddie!! i wish i could volunteer at the book club meetings but i have work :( if youre free during that time you could come by!! the meetings are a walking distance so you could just walk down or not idk. it was fun talking to you!!’

Eddie is mortified to find himself grinning like a loon at his phone, but texts back affirming that he’d see Buck then. He adds the details Buck sends to his calendar and tells Chris to put his school id in his wallet so he could sign up for a library card in their county.

That Friday, Eddie is unreasonably nervous for his not-date meeting with Buck but an hour into just sitting at the counter and chatting, he finds himself more relaxed than he usually is. Buck has a way of making him feel settled and like he didn’t have to constantly watch his back. Time slipped by so fast that when he hears a jingle at the door and sees Chris with two boys his age and an older man, he feels a mixture of confusion and worry. He had forgotten to walk back and pick up Chris.

Chris doesn’t mention it, he runs up to his dad and starts rapidly talking about his new friends, Harry and Denny, and how cool the book they read was. Eddie is frozen, with a pit of dread in his stomach, how could he forget? What if someone got to Chris? He’s pulled out of his spiral when Buck gently redirects Chris to eating with his new friends and puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. He introduces Eddie to the older man he’d seen before, Micheal- his dad. Eddie is both stressed to be meeting the father of Buck and relieved that Chris was with the man that apparently raised Buck.

The Friday evening book club meetings become commonplace and Eddie always takes the chance to meet Buck for the 2 hours he gets. Outside of those meetings, he arranges some play dates for Chris with Harry and Denny, who turns out to be the kid of Buck’s mum’s best friend. He and Buck even start texting regularly, although Buck’s busy schedule of firefighting school and work leave him with little time to meet up and Eddie’s schedule of regular Mob Business and what he’s mentally called ‘The Kendall Project’ takes up a lot of his time.

Finally, two months into talking, the stars align and Eddie gets Buck out on a date. It goes amazing- they get pizza at a place that Buck swears by and watch a drive-in movie in Eddie’s truck-bed. The date is sweet and wholesome, they part with a less than innocent kiss against the front door of Eddie’s house but Chris is asleep inside and his carer, Carla, is ready to go home.

Everything is working out of Buck and Eddie, Buck has been selected to work at the 118 with Hen, his mum’s friend, and Bobby, his mum’s something, and Eddie has almost found a the perfect balance of both his and Chris’s personal life and the high demands of the family business.

But nothing lasts forever.

[see more of this AU here]