#mer!buck

[timeshareindestin]

merbuck sticker coming to an etsy shop near you soon 🧜🏻‍♂️🩷

[bigfootsmom]

do you think he’d make good sushi?

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

New Fic: the world is so much wilder than it seems

Mer!Buck Part 3 for @timeshareindestin :)

Summary:

When a new probie starts to work for the 118 and inadvertently causes a jinx, Buck and Eddie have very different reactions. OR: Mer!Buck take on Jinxed :)

Snippet:

“Now, wait a second,” Chim frowns. “You don’t believe in jinxes, Eddie?”

“No,” Eddie states. “Of course not.”

Hen scoffs. “Really? You of all people?”

“Hen,” Bobby warns.

“Yeah, Hen,” Buck adds.

“What’s happening?” Ravi asks.

“Oh, nothing,” Eddie says quickly. “She’s teasing me because I… Once dated a magician.”

That’s similar to currently cohabiting with a merman, right?

Ravi snorts. “Was he any good at least?”

Buck looks at Eddie, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, Eddie, how was he?”

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[daffi-990]

Mer!Buck for @hippolotamus’s mer!Buck au 😘❤️

[circledwithaheart]

Hi, Renee! A variety of sentences for you @midsummersmorn 🫶 💖

Buddie 🧜‍♂️

Evan cocks his head at an angle so slight it’s nearly imperceptible. His mouth opens like he’s going to speak, but nothing comes out as he stares at Eddie’s palm.  Did Eddie get the wrong thing? He’s sure this was always a hit. Or maybe it’s been too long and Evan doesn’t want sugary stuff like this anymore.  “You remembered,” Evan murmurs, his eyes finally lifting to look at Eddie again. It makes something shift in his chest, a whisper of a feeling he finds vaguely familiar but couldn’t say exactly why.

Teddie 🎖️

Not that he’ll ever voice that out loud. Nonna might be with the Almighty, but he doesn’t think for a second that prevents her from seeking revenge on him for putting her kitchen skills in second place. One too many instances of being pulled by the ear are enough to convince him of that.  He often wonders what she gets from him as a husband. If she truly considers him a good partner, the one she deserves. He tries not to dwell in those thoughts, though, because what’s done is done.  ... “Papa!” The door opens to a blur of light brown curls and chubby legs shuffling across the floor. “Up!”

mandatory @diazsdimples tag 💞

[spotsandsocks]

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Hello my dear thanks for inspiring me, this is a lot of sentences and things may change but here we go…

🧜‍♂️ merman pirate au (the other one under cut) tagging those who also chose at least one of these @tizniz @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @dangerpronebuddie @sunflowerwemadeit also @dr-shortsighted-owl cos I think the mer title prompt was yours ‘time and tide’

Rules are not for him. Not anymore.

There’s nothing of him visible apart from the bridge of his nose, his eyes, the wet curls on his head.

The effect of him is more visible, but isn’t that always the way with him; the ripples on the surface of the ocean circle outwards from his body, caused by the slow but powerful movement of the muscles in his tail as it moves in circles. It’s a good tail, strong, powerful. Usually it keeps him moving, moving further and further away from there which is the best decision he ever made. Today it’s keeping him in one spot because he likes the view.

The ripples are a tiny risk, they wouldn’t even be visible if the sea wasn’t so calm and still today, but it is.

It doesn’t matter, there’s no one to see any part of him anyway. Unless of course there’s someone in the house that nestled on the side of the cliff top. Someone in that small, warm looking building, looking out in exactly the right direction at exact the right moment to see something small and inconsequential bobbing around in the middle of the sea, almost impossible to spot but there all the same.

Buck sometimes wonders if he wants to be spotted. Is that why he keeps coming back to this particular cove? He tells himself it’s because he likes the fresh air on his face, the wind in his hair. He tells himself he just likes the view. The cliffs are tall and majestic, they call to him, bobbing just under the waterline Buck wonders what it would be like to climb them. Maybe one day he might try. He’d like to look in the window of that house one day, see who lives there. One day, not today though. Not today. The eyes and the curls vanish, leaving only ripples behind and then not even them anymore.

*

The ripples are back. Eddie watches from the window. He’s seen them before, only on calm days like this it’s true but he thinks that maybe whatever causes them is there on stormy days too. He hopes so. Once he thinks he saw something more than ripples, a splash, a flash of blue, the light catching on something that shimmered. It must have been made by something large. Larger than a fish, maybe a seal, maybe a shark. Ta

😈 demon!Prince Eddie

He’s been petitioning for an early intervention programme up top. Try and improve things before it was too late, helping before the rot sunk in too deep. Try and do some good. The pilot project he wanted got approved a few centuries ago. He’d been allowed to visit an author in the early 19th century, England he thinks it was, he’d given him an idea for a book. Ghosts and the similar, a cautionary tale about hoarding wealth and miserly habits. He’d had high hopes for it. He’s heard It’s still quite popular, gets talked about in schools and then swiftly forgotten once people start earning money. Shame, but still there’s always hope, even after all this time. Who knows maybe he’ll get the approval to take it into the next stage at some point but he’s still waiting for approval to get through the right departments. Bureaucracy is something down here and up there have in common.

Feels like he’s been waiting forever. Maybe he has, but recently he’s been feeling it more. There’s a restlessness inside him and it’s growing. The last few days have been particularly peculiar, it’s like he’s forgotten something or lost it. He keeps looking over his shoulder expecting to see someone watching him. There’s never anyone there. Except that’s not quite true, once he thought he saw a figure, shimmering at the edge of his vision. He’d talked to Lena about it, thought maybe she’d sent one of the subdemons to keep an eye on him. She scowled back at him and said she was worried about him but not worried enough to waste a spy. He’d believed her, and he’d noted that she now looked even more worried than she had at the start of conversations. Admitting to seeing things that aren’t there is never a particularly comforting thing to hear, especially in Hell, where the line between bad and worse things is thin.

He’d claimed that he was probably just tired. There’d been an influx of ‘guests’ to his department recently, a super yacht had sunk in a (possibly) freak storm. After that a private jet had crashed, the pilot survived but the multi mega millionaire using the jet to pop back home for a party (a round trip of 70k ) had not. Before that some submarine had imploded. Weird times.

He keeps meaning to go check with the weather team. Apparently they have two new member of staff, in the natural disasters department. One of them appears to be called Chimney but Eddie’s not at all sure that can be right.

[hippolotamus]

Hit me with mer Buck 💙💙💙

Hello, my love 💙

A previously posted, but reworked, snippet for you 🧜‍♂️

“Mom! Dad! Look at th–” Evan cuts himself off when he enters the cave and notices his parents. They’re talking quietly, their backs turned towards him and their heads bent close together. From this distance he can’t hear what they might be saying. His mother’s face, what little of it he can see, is contorted into a grimace, her eyebrows furrowed together. She’s upset again, carrying that sad, weary expression she often has. The one she denies, claiming Evan ‘doesn’t understand’ the burdens that grown ups – parents – have to bear.  He wants to understand more than anything in the world. Even more than he longs to know what the surface world is like. Because he can read about what happens beyond the ocean, he can learn that way. But no book or map or shiny trinket will tell him why his own mother can’t look at him sometimes. Why she bursts into tears as if he personally caused her distress.  If he did know, then maybe he could help her feel better. Not even asking Maddie about it has given him any insight. She gives him a fleeting, conflicted look before gathering him in a hug and reassuring him it will all be okay because she loves him.  He never asks the natural follow up question, about why his sister phrases it that way. If it’s because their parents don’t actually love him. But why wouldn’t they? He’s their son and aren’t all parents supposed to love their children?

npt some other interested beloveds @daffi-990 @tizniz @loveyouanyway @diazsdimples @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming 🫶

[screaming-universe]

a light on the sea

[b0ybutch]

sorry sorry still can’t get over that buck still hasn’t called eddie yet. it’s been like. weeks days and he still. hasn’t. called. is eddie waiting for it? is he worried that he’s ruined everything by leaving? has it truly sunk in now, that buck is in LA and eddie is in texas? sure, he’s just a phone call away, and yet it’s been weeks and that call hasn’t come. does he check bucks instagram, his location, the 118s socials, trying to find clues to see if buck is still angry that he’s gone? all in a empty house in texas, staring at his phone, boxes still unpacked.

[martyreddie]

I'm already so tired and I don't even get 2 hours of sleep before the episode today... God I'll be so fucking dead tmrw...

[bigfootsmom]

Eddie loves …cuddling with his mer boyfriend

See what Eddie is really up to over on ao3

Inspired by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels mer!buck fic <3

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Cranberry is complete (for now), but for the others...

24 for 🗻:

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At least there are diapers and wipes. 

“Jesus,” Eddie huffs. 

He lays down what appears to be a fresh towel, and has to change him on the floor. Halfway through the process, he hears Buck practically explode through the thin walls.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?”

Well… That’s probably not what he would say if she was dead in there.

“SORRY!” He hears Jaylin whine back at him. “How horrible of me to want to celebrate New Year’s with my friends!” 

So she had a New Year’s party. She got shitfaced. She’s just hungover in there? Was Arthur here during the party? What the hell?

“Don’t give me that shit! I could have watched him! The door was open and he was screaming, Jaylin! Didn’t you hear him?” 

“I was… I would have gotten up in a minute.” 

“Anyone could have come in here and taken him! People take kids, Jaylin!” 

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“So not only can you not die,” Eddie continues. “But you can’t get discovered as a magical being, okay? I need you, like, completely credible in front of a judge or whatever.”

“Credible in front of a judge?” Buck echoes.

Fuck. Eddie is doing this all out of order. 

“I… I went to my lawyer,” Eddie says. “I updated my… I made you my power of attorney. Medical and otherwise. Um, and Christopher’s guardian, in case… You know.”

“Whoa,” Buck whispers. “Uh, me?” 

“Who else?” Eddie asks. “You’re the person I trust most in the world, Buck.”

[randoluker293883]

Mer Buck Help

Dear 9-1-1 fandom,

If Buck was a Merman, what color would his tail be? Would be be unique or based on an existing fish? What color would his tail be? What would his fins look like? What color would his tail be please for the love of god im suffering-

Signed a pained artist,

please help me akdhskajhdajks

[circledwithaheart]

Sunday Sentences 🧜‍♂️

tagged recently by a few folks, but just have not had anything to share (thankssomuch, Work) Offering some mer!Buck today. It's-been-84-years-dot-gif b/c one section was giving me a hell of a lotta trouble. It still is so I moved on for now. Here's Eddie contemplating a pre-Basic trip to the coast. For no reason, of course, why do you ask?

Not to mention he should be spending what’s left of his freedom with Shannon, his wife and future mother of their child.  He should want to do that anyway, and he does. They’ve spent every second they can together – looking at apartment options, ogling clothes and other baby needs that are insanely out of their price range, choosing potential names. Weirdly, it’s been like a dream come true, even if the timing is anything but perfect. But there’s been a shadow clouding it all, too. The dose of reality when they told their parents. The sharp truth that their minimum wage jobs weren’t going to cut it. The continuous hurt and disappointment emanating from Shannon when he thought he was doing the right thing by signing up for the military.  Of course it’s not ideal, but it’s a means to provide, to take care of her and their future. A little time to toughen up in a space away from his parents while doing something that matters. He wants to become the sort of person his family needs him to be.  In the best case scenario he stays local, does his time, and they’re good to go. A shining spot on his resume that helps them along, no harm, no foul. And in the worst case scenario- well, Shannon and his mother remind him enough about that far too often. He knows what could happen. Maybe that’s why today he has to take the time and space he needs. To be a little selfish and rash.  Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair as a distraction, because it’s not just the friction with Shannon that has him restless. There’s something else, a sensation he can’t seem to ignore, no matter how hard he tries. A persistent pull on an invisible thread wound through his ribs, tugging sharply at him. Beckoning him. He could pretend he doesn’t know where it’s coming from, or where it leads, but that would be a lie, too.  He'd be stupid to pretend the relationship between him and Evan hadn’t shifted last time, something dually palpable and nebulous. Too vague to specifically identify, but maybe that was more because they were too cowardly to say it out loud. Even if they had, Eddie had Shannon. He has Shannon. And, soon, their baby. Not like that was a factor at the time.

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[magdaclaire]

i would like to thank emerson vernon, the artist formerly known as wolfi, for sponsoring my today meal three years ago

[hippolotamus]

Sunday Sentences 🧜‍♂️

Tagged by the oh so lovely and talented @elvensorceress and @bidisasterevankinard for this fine Sunday (go check their words if you haven’t!) 💖

Some more mer!buck. Follows this snippet (one day I’ll write myself out of this section…)

“You ‘nly h’ve two.”  “What?”  “Sorry,” Evan says again, taking his hands away. “I said ‘you only have two’. Like, just two pointy teeth.” Eddie’s grin widens, showing them off, running his tongue over them. They’re so…. odd and he can’t help wanting to get closer.  His parents are always telling him to stop being so rude and curious, but he can’t seem to stop himself. It’s like there’s a mechanism built into his body, constantly compelling him forward. If he could find the off switch that would make him behave and fit in, he would flip it in an instant.  “Really? Just two? What good is it only having two?” Maybe there’s more further back that Evan can’t see. He uses his arms to push himself up, allowing him to flop his whole body on the sand next to Eddie. Despite their looks the teeth feel almost dull under his fingertips as he gently presses them, making Eddie laugh.  “Oh.” Eddie’s laughter dies, but not in the frightened way it had before.  “Oh?” Triton, what’s he done now? Ever so slowly a half smile returns, lighting Eddie’s features up with awe and fascination. “You have a tail. Because of course you do.”

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