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Saving Throws

Fic Summary: Hellfire is your favorite place to be, but why is it so hard to show up when the sun sets at 4 pm?

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, Seasonal Depression, Hurt/Comfort, suicidal ideation if you squint but Reader does NOT want to die and is not actively suicidal, drug use, smoking, no use of y/n, reader is not described, assumed fem!reader, happy ending, SFW

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It wasn’t even 5 pm, and it was already dark outside. You hated it. Stuck all day in school, too cold to be outside during lunch, and by the time you made it home any daylight had already faded over the horizon. On the weekends you could at least enjoy sitting by the window, taking in as much daylight as you could, and when school let out during the week, there was at least that precious 2 hours before the darkness came.

Fridays were the hardest, even though they shouldn’t be. Fridays used to be the day you looked forward to most because that was Hellfire. It was the one day you were guaranteed to see Eddie and the rest of your friends. You hated that you were moved to a different lunch period.

It was grey and gloomy out, the leaves on the trees that had brought you joy just a few short weeks before were now empty and dead. It was cold. There was no sunlight this Friday.

You still sat outside, hoping that a shock of cold for a few minutes would snap you out of the fog that had been creeping in the back of your mind for the last few weeks. You knew it was coming, inevitable, but it never got easier. You wished there was something more you could do to slow it.

October was a pleasant distraction, and usually you could combat the worst of it until January. Holidays and Hellfire were the best things to hold onto until March.

Today wasn’t one of those days. You didn’t want to go to Hellfire, you didn’t think you’d be able to add any modifiers to your ability score. You didn’t think you could find your character voice or pick a fight with Gareth or team up with Jeff.

In your state, you felt like you might just let the party down. Let Eddie down.

That was the worst part. You could handle the rest of your friends being disappointed in you, but Eddie was different. If you missed Hellfire, there wasn’t any guarantee that you’d come back and have your character still be alive. Most days you loved that he was a bit ruthless and sadistic as a DM. Most days, you cackled as he threatened to off someone’s character for being late or dipping out early or missing Hellfire completely. Most days you loved him- his DM style, that is.

Most days.

Today wasn’t most days.

It was now two minutes to 3:00 pm. If you hurried now, you could make it without a lecture. If you were five minutes late, you could blame it on going to the bathroom and Eddie would give you a look but wouldn’t hound you too bad. Later than that...

You had never been later than that. You had only ever been late once, and Eddie had forgiven you by giving you disadvantage on a roll that caused your character damage but ultimately didn’t kill them.

It took you five minutes to force your body to move back inside, your whole body covered in goosebumps from the cold. You pulled your jacket back on as you trudged towards the storage room where Hellfire met every week. You walked down the stairs where Eddie was just now starting in on his opening monologue. Ever the professional, he shot you a look, but didn’t stop.

You hated that look, you hated the idea of letting Eddie down, ever.

The game passed by in a haze. Even Eddie’s antics and loud voice couldn’t fully keep your attention today. You felt like you spent most of the time telling yourself to focus rather than actually focusing. It was fine, Doug and Mike took charge of the dungeon and you were happy to let them have the spotlight. You hoped you looked more like you were focusing hard on the battles and strategies over spacing out.

The relief of the meeting being over was washed away by the dark parking lot, the sun long gone despite the early hours. Everyone else was chatting excitedly about the dungeon and you trailed behind, readying yourself to say goodbye before heading to your car.

Everyone was loitering around Eddie’s van while he pretended to be annoyed as he smoked a cigarette. You liked these moments, where everyone was together and you didn’t feel as though the pressure was weighing down on you. Outside of Hellfire, even if it was dark outside you were starting to feel a little lighter, the fog in your mind clearing just slightly.

You took a hit off of Eddie’s cigarette. You didn’t normally smoke but the burn in your lungs at least helped you focus. You didn’t even mind it when you were teased for coughing so much.

One by one everyone else was picked up or drifted to their own cars, leaving you and Eddie. You were about to say goodbye, when he spoke up.

“So, where were you?” Eddie asked, dropping the cigarette and crushing it out with his boot. In the silence of the night, you could hear the slight hiss of the embers dying under his old Reeboks.

“Huh?” you asked, head snapping up to meet his eyes. Eddie crossed his arms and leaned against the van.

“You were late today, and I was benevolent enough to let it slide.” he said. “So, where were you?”

You wanted to tell him that you were only a little late, but you didn’t have the energy to challenge him. Normally you enjoyed the occasional argument or play fight with Eddie but today you didn’t have the energy. That spark was as cold as the smushed cigarette.

“I was in the bathroom. Made the mistake of eating the surprise casserole during lunch.” you shrugged. You didn’t want to lie to him. You hated lying to him. But there was no good way to explain that the reason you were late was because you had to convince yourself to go. There was no way Eddie could understand, and you didn’t have the words to make him understand.

How the hell could you explain that the place you wanted to be most was also the place that something deep inside you couldn’t bare to face. You hadn’t done anything wrong. Your friends hadn’t done anything wrong. Eddie hadn’t done anything wrong. So why did everything have to feel so wrong?

Eddie seemed to accept your excuse for now. He clapped you on the back, which cleared the haze in your mind for just long enough to make your heart beat faster and for a moment you could think again.

“Don’t be late again.” he said sternly, an evil glint in his eyes that usually made you melt. “Or else.”

“I won’t.” you said, wishing you knew if you were lying or not.

You kept your promise through November. Sacrificing those few moments of Friday sunlight to go directly to the club room after the bell rang. You were still dragging your feet, convincing yourself that you wanted to be with your friends as your shoes squeaked on the linoleum tile.

That was the worst part, being at Hellfire did make you feel better once you were there. But getting there was harder than actually coming to school. You still weren’t fully alert during club, but at least you were there. As long as you were there then you wouldn’t be in trouble and your friends would still like you and Eddie would still want you around-

Why was he giving you that look? Eddie walked into the club and had a disapproving look on his face. Anxiety flooded your system, washing away the haze as alarm bells rang in your head. You were here, right? It was Hellfire and you were on time, early even! You were here before Eddie. You had your character sheet, you had your figurine, you weren’t sitting in his chair-

“Where’s your shirt?” Eddie asked, and you felt your face flush of all blood. Your shirt...?

To your horror, you looked down at your shirt. It was an old faded t-shirt with the logo long since gone. It was soft, and usually worn for bed-

You hadn’t fully gotten dressed this morning. You slept in this shirt and had just thrown on a hoodie over it, not even thinking about the fact that Hellfire was today. You were out of uniform.

Fuck.

When you forgot your homework during class, you didn’t care if teachers gave you that disapproving look. You could block out your peers jeering at you for what you wore, they didn’t matter.

None of them mattered, but Eddie did.

“....Fuck.” you said, mostly to yourself, staring at the offending and comfortable material.

You expected him to lecture you, like everyone else. You braced yourself for him to tell you to leave and come back when you knew how to dress yourself again. A small part of your brain almost hoped that he would.

Instead he just gave you that manic, evil grin that you usually loved. You knew what was going to happen for the rest of the day.

“I hope you’re feeling lucky today, because I’m not going easy on you.” Eddie said. “In fact, I think today I might play favorites.”

Being Eddie’s favorite in Hellfire could be a death sentence if you weren’t careful. Being his favorite meant that he was going to pay special attention to you. Eddie didn’t often play favorites, but the last time he did it ended in Doug starting a new character sheet while rolling his saving throws. He was saved by a lucky 13 roll.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” you said, louder to show your disdain for this turn of events. Eddie only winked at you and started setting up the table and his area.

One by one, everyone showed up while you looked over your character sheet as if you were cramming for a test. Normally you loved any attention that Eddie gave you, but right now it felt like too much as you scrambled to try and remember what the hell was even going on in the campaign.

You pretended to have fun, swallowing down any panic you were feeling during the game. Even though all you wanted to do was go home and sleep and cry and disappear until Spring. How were you supposed to finish the campaign like this?

Eddie was picking on you the whole game, and you wanted to be mad at him. You wanted to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and wasn’t it good enough that you were even there? But you couldn’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it because he wasn’t actually mad at you. You could see it in his eyes that there was nothing malicious behind that grin. This was a punishment, yes, but he wasn’t doing this to hurt you.

A few weeks ago you would have loved this, loved being picked on by him and having his attention and investment in your character. You would have been locked in, challenging him and pushing him as much as he was pushing you, cracking jokes and batting your eyelashes at him for fun.

You miss who you were a few weeks ago.

You had been fighting on equal footing, but now you felt backed into a corner. With a final push, and with an assist from Jeff, you managed to get your final attack in before the battle ended. You would be worse for wear next session, but alive.

By the time you all walked out of the school that evening, you felt extra drained. You had fun, you think. You should have had fun. Hellfire was always fun.

Something heavy fell on your shoulders and you made a noise and swatted in front of your face as Eddie snapped his fingers and smacked your face around a little. You felt the snout of that damned pig ring poke into your cheek.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” He asked, his arm swung around your shoulders as if it were the most casual thing in the world. The weight of his arm dragged you out of the clouds and back down to earth.

“No one’s home.” you deadpanned, but you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth from pulling up slightly. This was Eddie now, not the Freak, not the Dungeon Master, not the guitar lead of Corroded Coffin. No pressure.

“Should I tape a note to your face if I want to leave a message?” he asked.

“No, I’ve seen your sticky notes, they don’t stick.”

“That’s what happens when you drop them in slush.” Eddie shrugged. “Now, what the hell is wrong with you?”

That was a loaded question. “Alphabetically or chronologically? Actually scratch that, we don’t have time to get into that.” You laughed, hoping he’d drop it.

You felt Eddie’s hand move around your back from one shoulder to the other. He moved in front of you to make you face him completely. His free hand rested on your other shoulder, his head tilted down slightly. His head always tilted down like that when he was being serious. Shit, he wasn’t going to drop it.

“Is something going on?” he asked. “You were at the table but...” Eddie seemed to struggle with how to phrase it. “You’re phoning it in.” he finally settled on.

You hated disappointing Eddie. He was one of your best friends, and you admired him so much. How were you supposed to answer him without feeling like a massive failure?

Eddie had seen right through you, had noticed that your head and heart wasn’t in the game. Despite his looks, Eddie was always so intuitive about how people were feeling. He noticed when things were off.

This isn’t how you wanted him to notice you. It was ironic really, ever since you joined Hellfire all you wanted was Eddie’s attention, to catch his eye. Now that you had it, you wish he’d look anywhere else. This wasn’t the you that you wanted him to see.

“Finals.” you said, giving the canned answer that you had given to the guidance counselor early in the week. “Classes are kicking my ass and I’ve just been a bit off.” The counselor had bought it, and if Eddie didn’t you could blame stomach issues or-

“You sure?” Eddie asked, frowning. He was still holding your shoulders. “It’s just- it’s been weeks, man. You’re barely there.”

“There’s nothing wrong.” you tried to assure him. It was true, and that was the worst part. There was no reason why you should feel this way. Things weren’t bad at home, things were fine at school. The worst thing that’s happened in the past few weeks was today's encounter with an owlbear. “I’m just really tired lately. Stress. Can’t sleep.”

Eddie looked at you hard for a few seconds before nodding, finding the answer satisfactory. He let go of your shoulders and you immediately missed the pressure. He opened the back of his van and dug through a small mountain of clutter and pulled out his lunchbox.

“No, Eddie, it’s fine. I don’t have any money right now.” you said as he pulled out a small baggie. He tossed it to you anyway.

“Pay me back later.” he said. “Ten.”

It was a discount, he must be actually worried about you. The fog in your mind told you to take the weed and go home. To smoke and sleep and lay around for the next few days and wallow in whatever feeling this was.

It took you longer than it should to force your lips to say “I suck at rolling.”

And that’s how the two of you ended up at the far end of Forrest Hills trailer park, away from a majority of the trailers and RVs as Eddie carefully rolled the joint. This wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you hanging out alone. The last time it happened was the start of the school year when Eddie had given you a ride home when your car had a flat. The two of you ended up spending an hour in your driveway just talking. That had cemented the crush you had been suppressing for the past eternity. You had thought that maybe he had felt that same spark you did that night, but the two of you hadn’t been alone like that since.

Eddie took the first hit and handed the joint over to you. You held it for a moment, unsure if weed was a good idea with your already cloudy mind but you took a deep hit anyway.

“Woah, easy.” Eddie said, taking the joint back as you coughed from the smoke. He smacked you on the back a few times before offering you a swig from a water bottle. You chugged the rest of it before your coughs subsided. “It’s just me. You don’t need to smoke like you have something to prove.”

You winced at the call out. You absolutely did take that hit to try and impress Eddie and he saw right through you. Of course he did.

“Sorry.” you coraked out.

Eddie just shrugged and took another hit, leaning back against the driver side seat. The mixtape he put in was louder than you would have liked, but it kept you alert. You felt at ease for the first time in a while, excited even, and that made you feel guilty. You didn’t want your brain to be dependent solely on Eddie to function. That wasn’t fair to him.

You considered asking him to take you home when he started talking again. He turned up the music just slightly, his voice a little louder as he launched into a ramble about the guitar solo.

“Are metal songs usually this long?” you asked, leaning against the passenger side door to face him more.

“If they’re any good, yes.” Eddie laughed, shredding on his precious imaginary air guitar.

“It’s nice of Metallica to slow down in the middle of a song. Gives the pit a break, you know? Like, ‘Hey good work everyone! Grab some water and meet back in the pit in three minutes for the big finale!’” You laughed, taking a smaller hit from the joint.

“If you leave the pit, it doesn’t count. I don’t care how much they slow down.” Eddie said firmly.

“You have too many rules.” you shook your head. “Not everyone has the never ending stamina that you have.”

“That’s why we need to work on yours.” Eddie stretched out dramatically and dropped his feet in your lap, the heels of his Reeboks digging not unpleasantly into your thighs. “You’re damn near falling asleep on me at Hellfire, how am I gonna get you in the pit at our first big gig?”

Your stomach turned with guilt but you pushed through it. “Just toss me in from the stage and if I thrash enough I’m sure it’ll count.”

“Come on, you know it won’t count unless you start the pit willingly. If I can’t make you feel like you want to fight with our songs then I’ve failed.” Eddie pouted.

“You make me want to fight without your singing.” you teased, untying his shoe laces.

“Then why didn’t you?”

You froze, holding the broken aglet between your fingers. “Dunno what you mean.” you lied.

“These past few weeks you’ve been hanging back during battles and have barely talked during the campaign.” Eddie said. “Do you...”

“Do I what?” You asked, rolling the aglet.

“Do you enjoy Hellfire anymore?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. You felt your heart break at the question, you hated that your damn brain made him feel like this. You were fine suffering in silence, but the last thing you wanted was to drag Eddie down with you.

“No- I mean- yes.” you stuttered out. “I do like Hellfire. I promise.” It sounded childish, and you couldn’t force your voice to sound as sincere as you wanted it. Eddie would see through the bullshit in a heartbeat. “I.. I don’t know what’s wrong.” You conceded finally.

Eddie nudged you with his foot. “Talk to me. Normally you won’t stop talking during the campaign. Don’t clam up on me now.”

“It just... I get like this every year around this time. The sun disappears right after class and suddenly I feel like a damn zombie. I can’t think, or do anything. I feel like I’m fighting fog. You can’t punch fog.”

Eddie crossed his arms and nodded sagely. “That’s how fog works.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re oh so helpful.”

“Normally the way to get rid of fog is an assload of light. That’s your problem, huh? No light means more fog.”

“That seems to be the case.” you agreed and turned down another hit of weed. It wasn’t helping right now anyway.

“Should I shine one of the spotlights on you next time?” He suggested.

“You already did that this afternoon.” you deadpanned.

“Nah, I just made you participate. I’ll rig one of the drama spotlights to shine directly on you-”

“Giving me disadvantage on every roll because I’ll be blind.” you countered.

“You will be, but I might have mercy on your character. No, but I was thinking more of a Care Bear stare. Blast you with light to make you give a shit again.” He crushed out the joint.

“A Care Bear stare? Who even are you right now?” you stretched your own legs out to rest on his lap, your legs tangled together now. “You can’t even name three Care Bears!”

“I can so! There’s Grumpy Bear and uh... Happy Bear and Brave Heart.” Eddie said smugly.

“Wh- That last one isn’t even a bear, it’s a lion!”

Eddie threw his arms up dramatically. “Does it matter?”

“Yes! You’re a fake Care Bears fan. How are you supposed to blast me with a Care Bear stare if you can’t even name the characters? I’m embarrassed to even be here right now, Eddie.” you sighed, disappointed in him. “Poser.”

“Poser?!” Eddie looked offended. “I can handle being called a freak, or a satanist, but poser? That’s a low blow. I’m wounded.”

“Crit hit on psychic damage.” You cackled.

“You sound better.” Eddie said as your laughter subsided.

“I.. feel better. Thank you.” despite the weed and the only light in the van coming from the overhead light, you did feel better. There was still a bit of fog, but the exhaustion wasn’t as bad as it had been over the last few days.

“Are you gonna be okay for the rest of the campaign?” Eddie asked. “I’d hate to lose a party member to a monster we couldn’t see”

“You aren’t gonna lose me.” you promised. “I’ll be there and I’ll try and be perkier.”

“I don’t care about perky, I just want you to have fun.” Eddie said firmly. “If you aren’t having fun then that means I’m not doing a good job as a dungeon master. Come one, tell me what I gotta do to make it fun for you again.”

“Kill off Blorbo.” you said.

“Anything but that, he’s an essential NPC.” Eddie smirked.

“He’s really not.”

“Blorbo bring joy and wonder everywhere he goes-”

“Can he go to Hell? I think they need more joy and wonder there.” That damned goblin had started as a joke and quickly turned into the most obnoxious character that would show up to cause problems when things were going too well.

“I’ll tone him down.” Eddie promised. “The voice is straining anyway.”

You took a deep breath and fiddled with his aglet again. “I just.. Don’t want to let you down when I can’t give my all.” You admitted, laying out your vulnerability. “I don’t care if anyone else is disappointed in me, but you and the rest of the party are different. I want to be there for you all. I want to fight the fog and show up and be a part of this adventure. I... I don’t want you to- if you give me the same look that the rest of the school gives us then that’s it. I won’t be able to face you, Eddie.”

Eddie was silent for a while as you stared at his shoes. “Look, I know I can be harsh when it comes to Hellfire.” he admitted. “I can be an asshole because it means so much to me. I know that. If my threats are making it harder for you to show up then I’m sorry. I don’t want to be so much of a dick that you run away because I’m threatening to kill off characters because of my precious dungeon master ego.”

You felt your chest tighten and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

“I want you at Hellfire.” Eddie continued. “I love playing with you. When you and Jeff team up, I know I’m in trouble. The two of you come up with plans that, frankly, no sane dungeon master would let you roll for. But I do, because you make it fun.”

“And because you’re insane.” you laugh as you blink back a tear.

Eddie grabbed your ankle and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll be nice to you at Hellfire. I’ll be patient. I just want you to show up and enjoy the game. Just don’t tell the others I’m giving you special treatment.”

“Not being a dick is giving me special treatment?” You gave him a small smile, a real one. “I’m honored.”

“Yeah, well, if word gets out they'll start demanding that I be nice to them too, and I can’t have that. Not during the game anyway.”

You felt lighter than you had in weeks. You really did feel better. It wasn’t going to be a permanent feeling, you knew that there were going to be more foggy days. Feelings like this don’t really go away until Spring, but you would prevail. You wouldn’t let Eddie down, or the rest of your party. You wouldn’t let yourself down and fall victim to an endly haze.

“Can... we hang out like this more?” you asked. “Outside of school, I mean.”

Because this is what you needed. It wasn’t gonna be easy, but having this time with a friend is what would get you to the end of winter. Eddie, Jeff, Doug, even Gareth and the freshmen. You had put so much pressure on Hellfire that you had forgotten that your party members were also your friends and allies.

This didn’t have to be a solo quest.

“Yes!” Eddie said, so quickly and forcefully it actually made you jump. “Yeah, absolutely, You should really come to the Hideout more and watch us play and after we could go get uh... questionable snacks from the gas station. Or I could sneak behind the bar and get us some beers.”

With how enthusiastic he was, you wondered if he had also felt that spark that night at the beginning of the school year.

It was almost 2 am when Eddie dropped you off at your place, stepping out of the car to give you a real goodbye. The rest of the night had been a whirlwind of a million topics at once, music, life, plans to hang out in the future. You felt happy. Really, genuinely happy.

You hugged Eddie, which he seemed surprised at but he hugged you back tightly. You were squished against him, enjoying the texture of his leather jacket under your fingers. It was cold out, and you could see your breath now, but you felt a warmth in you.

You didn’t need Eddie to be the light that kept you going, but he could help your own light stay lit. Him and the rest of your friends. Though you knew that a part of you would always burn more brightly for him, specifically.

Eddie pulled back and dramatically bowed to you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. It was so over the top and so Eddie.

“Come by Gareth’s place on Sunday. We’re having rehearsals while the neighborhood is at church.” He instructed.

“I thought Corroded Coffin had closed rehearsals?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. They were always serious about their band, they didn’t let people come and distract them.

“Think of it as a special open casket.” Eddie said. “You don’t have to talk, we can focus on our music, and you get to spend time with us during the day.”

It was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever offered you. You nodded, knowing that it might be hard to get your ass out of bed but you would. For him.

And for you.

With a final hug, Eddie saw you inside before peeling out of your driveway. You made your way to your room and looked at the photo on your nightstand of you with the Hellfire club. What you were feeling might be a solo quest, but you weren’t alone.

For the first time in weeks, you were able to fall asleep without the weight of the fog.

A/N: This fic was originally hurt/no comfort out of my own seasonal depression and insecurities. But what stopped it from being that was that none of you deserve to feel abandoned or like you're fighting alone. None of of who love Eddie so much deserve to be kicked out of Hellfire without a fighting chance.

Get yourself some vitamin D gummies and a SAD lamp. We're gonna get through this, guys.

#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 6 months ago

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by Crow_Aeris Tim has always loved Batman and Shadow. He'd rush into Gotham with a camera around his neck, feathers not-yet fledged, and watch the pair fight criminals all night long... But what happens when his parents die on a plane back home, and he was suddenly swept into the care of the Waynes, whom he loves loved oh-so dearly? Well, they say to never meet your heroes... Whoever said that was right. But, Tim eventually gathers himself a few friends he can place his trust in, as well as a new brother that isn't a complete asshole! Too bad he loses it all in the end... Words: 2576, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of To Brace Upon Benign Feathers Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas, Elaine Thomas, Doug Thomas, Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Joker (DCU), Scarecrow Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas & Elaine Thomas, Elaine Thomas & Doug Thomas & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Joker (DCU), Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Wings, Wings, Wingfic, Torture, Damian Wayne Tries, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Tries, Good Sibling Duke Thomas, Tim Drake Tries, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Duke Thomas Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Creepy Joker (DCU), Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Reverse Robins, NOT damian wayne bashing, Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable Narrator Tim Drake, This kid sees what he wants to see and that is that, Alfred Pennyworth Tries, Protective Damian Wayne, Jealous Damian Wayne, in the way that a kid is jealous of their younger sibling for being the "favorite", Protective Duke Thomas, Hurt Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric, Stalker Tim Drake, or at least in the beginning, Creepy Ra's al Ghul, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, the only ones here with a modicom of emotional regulation are duke and alfred, if i wasn't an atheist i would pray for them, no beta we die like men, or like tim, teehee what?, i didn't say anything via https://ift.tt/XwbVHxA

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Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Magical Melody Relationship: Gina/Alex; Characters: Gina, Dia, Alex, Martha Additional Tags: Food, Recovery, Cultural Differences, Awkward Crush, Cute, No Smut, No Spoilers, Misunderstandings, Lunch, unbeta'd we die like men, Straights, Traditions, Medical, Short One Shot, Ace-friendly, no substance mention, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Slice of Life Summary: Gina made Alex lunch, but what does Alex do with it? Be himself. And Gina loves that about him. Dia just wants to move on with her life but it's hard when not even your health is certain.

The Egg Thief - by dicelady20; WIP, 9/19, 34k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandoms: Dragon Ball GT/Z, Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Trunks Briefs, Claire the Farmer Additional Tags: Harvest Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Romance, Slow Burn, Martial Arts, Cussing, Crossover, Healing, city vibes, dark scenes, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Gore, References to Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Suspense, Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, story of seasons, Superheroes Summary: Claire decides to give the city life another chance, but as she does, she is haunted by her nightmares. Mr. CEO of Capsule Corp., Trunks, needs to keep a secret. He is bound by the oath of an unsealed dragon. What happens when their two worlds collide? And what is lurking in the shadows of West City as these two learn to show vulnerability? Is it something that could shake up the dragons emotions?

Help! I've been Isekai'd into a Dumb Farming Game! - by Siren (one_eyed_siren); WIP, 4/?, 3.3k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationships: Beth/Lars, Marcos/Manuela, Patricia/Georg, Victor/Gloria, Lovett/Food, Norman/Sydney, I've only put established relationships for now; Characters: Beth, Lars, Damon, Fae (My bratty OC), Karina, Jeanne, Reina, Victor, Gloria, Clemens, Norman, Sydney, Jack, Ralph, Jacopo, Iori, Linh, Bridgett, Like literally everyone who lives in Olive Town Additional Tags: No Beta - we die like my crops, Eventual Smut, like way later, i dun know how long this one will be, Don't Judge Me, also send coffee, Isekai, Olive Town deserves love Summary: Over the course of Fae's life and various hospital stays, the Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons game series have been a comforting staple to his sad, sickly life. But the most recent edition 'Pioneers of Olive Town' didn't live up to his standards. But what's a guy supposed to do when he wakes up in the world of 'Pioneers of Olive Town'? Well first is to find out that things weren't as one dimensional as the game made things out to be! How in the hell is a man supposed to live in these conditions?!

The Secret The Church Holds - by Anonymous; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Carter the Pastor/Claire the Farmer; Characters: Carter the Pastor, Claire Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Outdoor Sex Summary: The forest behind the church held two secrets, known only to two people. One was the mushrooms that Carter (and Claire) would pick in the autumn. The other…

Gilded Strings - by Basilface; WIP, 5/?, 35k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, F/F, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Celia | Seperia/Pete | Jack, Lumina/Gustafa, Muffy | Muumuu/Nami, Molly/Nami/Matt Characters: Lumina, Gustafa, Pete | Jack, Celia | Seperia, Nami, Rock, Muffy, Matthew, Gordy Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff and Smut, Cute, i love this game, Musicians, Work In Progress, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Song, writing, Drinking, Smoking, Outdoor Sex Summary: A tale of two lonely musicians from two very different walks of life, finding their own harmony along the leaf-strewn paths of Forgotten Valley, man. Little lady songbird and her blue-eyed bard 🍃 // A few other side pairings I thought would be spicy and fun 🤷 A collection of one-shots told from a fan-goblin’s dirty, dedicated mind.

Skiffing Stones - by Dinomilkshakes; Complete, 3/3, 4k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: HM DS Cute, A Wonderful Life Relationships: Female Farmer/Skye | Steiner, Farmer/Skye, Lumina/Rock, Reader/Rock, Reader/Skye; Characters: Skye, Rock, Lumina, Muffy, Cecilia, Takakura, Nami Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sort of non-con? but not reaaally, They/them pronouns used Summary: Let’s go back to the old farmstead. You’ll find your old pond stones, still sitting around. The topside’s the way you left them, if not a little faded and dusted with soil. The undersides are light once they’re all turned around- still flat and smooth and ready to drown. Toss them in the crystal pond where the ducks used to play, and watch as they skip the top of the pond, watch the water spray. Just like old times, pond skiffing is fun to play. Just like old times. And just like old times you love him and he loves Lumina. What else is new?

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; WIP, 59/?, 159k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationships: Chase/Molly the Farmer, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: Slow Burn, oh god how do you tag fics, mentions of eating disorders, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, bumped up the rating because i honestly should have a little bit ago, burn so slow it's honestly a simmer, Mutual Pining Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

Risks be damned - by ChuckleKip; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire the Farmer/The Kappa; Characters: The Kappa, Claire, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Not Beta Read, Implied Sexual Content, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, The Goddess and sprites are mentioned, My First Work in This Fandom, First Work in General, Kappa’s pov, mentions of biting/marking, I'm Bad At Summaries Summary: Kappa knows that this relationship shouldn’t be happening, not without going through formalities, not without the Goddess’s approval, but does he really want to go through these risks knowing what could happen to both him and Claire?

Distraction - by TwinklingCupcake; Complete, 1/1, 2.3k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Won | Huang; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Won | Huang Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Storms Summary: Claire can't sleep with a typhoon raging outside. Fortunately, Huang knows how to take her mind off it.

Un an dans la vallée - by CamaradeHarmonia; Complete, 2/2, 2k; Language: Français

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Appl Fandoms: One Piece, HM DS/Cute Characters: Gin, Original Characters, Griffin | Garfan, Ruby | Lou, Takakura Summary: Gyn a reprit la ferme de son grand père, comment sa première année va se passer dans cette ferme ?

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #pioneers of olive town #animal parade #magical melody #back to nature #hm ds #hm ds cute

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hexensalbei · 4 years ago

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when i’m at home

“... And she just came by the station and brought us coffee!”, Eddie grimaces, trying not to grit his teeth.

“Isn't it a nice gesture?”, Adriana asks; there's hint of amusement in her voice and she's not even trying to hide it. It's late evening; her kids are already in bed and so is Christopher which allows her to talk with her brother for a while. It's kinda their tradition—every few days they call each other—mostly via Skype—to catch up and check if everything's alright. She really enjoys it; the Diaz siblings has always been pretty close no matter how far away they have lived.

“It is. It's just... Why was she even at the station? I thought there's nothing between them. Not after that disaster of a date”, Eddie sighs. Seeing Buck chatting and laughing with Taylor Kelly at the end of their shift really put him in a bad mood. He still doesn't trust her especially around his best friend. He just knows that redhead reporter isn't the right person for Buck. Who repeatedly said he wants a serious relationship, not just a meaningless hookup.

And yet, he's still seeing her. It bothers Eddie so much he spilled out about it when Adriana asked what's up. He thought that it might help him calm down but he feels like he's just more angry than he has been earlier.

“Maybe they're just friends.”, Adriana suggests after a few moments of silence between them. She eyes him suspiciously. “Isn't it what Buck said anyway? That they're better off being friends?”

“Then why was she flirting with him for the whole she was there? Why did she bring him his favourite coffee?”. It's very clear that Eddie's annoyed that his sister isn't throwing insults at Buckley's not-so-new female friend.

“You flirt with him all the time and nobody says anything.”

Eddie freezes.

After what it feels like hours, he looks up at his sister. She has that odd, annoying smug on her face like she knows she's absolutely right and he has sudden urge to wipe it off. She just waits patiently for him to catch up what she said.

“I... What now?”

“You flirt with him all the time. And everyone is fine with it.”, she repeats very loud and clear.

“I don't”, Eddie scoffs. Has she gone mad and he hasn't noticed? He doesn't flirt with Buck, they're just best friends. They joke and bicker quite often but that's it. There's only friendly, platonic banter.

“Have you ever considered you might be in love with Buck?”, Adriana asks. Her question is serious even though Eddie sees the mischief in her eyes.

“Don't you think I would've noticed that I'm in love with my best friend?”, he answers with another question.

He really believes in that. He's been in love once in his life and it was Shannon. And he was definitely aware of his feelings. He still remembers first nervous glances, shy smiles and stuttering. He remembers first touches and kisses and how he had felt butterflies in his stomach. He also recalls their arguments, make-up sex and tears when they'd been hurting each other. Even when Shannon had re-appeared in his life, he was fully aware he still loved her. So if he did love Evan, he'd know. He thinks. He's so lost in thoughts, he doesn't hear his sister's rambling.

“Edmundo!”, she practically yells at him to bring back his attention. It seems to be working so she decides to share her honest opinion. “Eddie, we've been talking for almost an hour now, you had a date with Ana—like yesterday—and you didn't say a word about it. We're only talking about Buck. You're so pissed off because you saw him again with the girl he'd hooked up with in the past. And for me it's pretty telling. You're jealous.”

There's a silence on Eddie's side of the screen. In fact, he's utterly speechless. Adriana's words are ringing in his ears like a fucking bell. Jealous. Is is really jealousy what's been eating him since his friend had reconnected with Taylor?

“Look”, his sister bites her lip as if she's not sure if she should go on. Eventually, she does. “I'm not laughing or mocking you. I love you and I want everything what's best for you. I know you've had a rough couple of years dealing with all that shit with our parents, Shannon dying, tsunami and pandemic and yet, I've never seen you happier. You literally light up when you talk about Chris and Buck. You mention him all the time. You've never trusted Shannon the way you trust Buck with Chris and she was his mother. You two practically live together—last time we talked he was tucking Chris in after he spend the whole afternoon cooking dinner and watching movies with you two. It's something I do with my husband, not with my friends even if I love them. I've only seen glimpses of your life and I'm pretty sure you two love each other.”

Eddie listens. He pays attention to every word that coming out from Addie's mouth. It's hard to admit it but she's right. Buck has stopped being only a guest in his house a long time ago. Lately he's here almost all the time—either babysitting Chris while Eddie's on a date with Ana or just hanging out with the two of them because he doesn't feel comfortable in his own apartment. The thing is, Eddie likes having him around. He enjoys lazy mornings that smell like Buck's famous pancakes and coffee made by Hildy (Buck still teases him about it); he's also very fond of all evenings filled with laughter when they accidentally fall asleep on the couch and wake up in the middle of the night tangled up together. Being this close has never been awkward to them. At this point—Eddie realises—it's more awkward when there's an actual space between them. And, of course, he notices how attractive his friend is. He must've been blind not to see it. It's not like he's the only one who knows that Buck's eyes look like the cloudless sky in the middle of the summer when he's happy and get so dark they look like an stormy ocean, right?

He freezes again for a moment.

“Addie, I'm a little too old to have a sexuality crisis, don't you think?”, he asks but Adriana only laughs. He's not even offended by it because it's kinda hilarious. He would've laughed if somebody told him that he's gonna question his sexuality because of something his sister had said. “What if... What about our family? Parents?”

“You mean if you two get together?” Eddie nods. “I don't think you need to worry about it”, Adriana smiles brightly. “Our mom's wondering—and I quote—when will Edmundo bring back to El Paso that charming friend of his?”

“And so are we!”, Sophia chimes in, appearing suddenly behind Adriana.

“Dios Mío, have you been here the whole time?” Eddie groans when he sees both of his sisters grinning. He's royally fucked now. He knows them well and he's sure they won't forget about anything he has said tonight and will tease him mercilessly. There's a reason why Buck instantly hit it off when he met Diaz sisters. Sophia only nods and winks at him before she disappears again.

“Aunt Pepa loves him and don't even get me started with Abuela. Buck's her favourite grandchild, she gave him half of her secret recipes and he's not even officially Diaz yet!”, Adriana exclaims, pretending to be offended. Then, she adds. “And you certainly don't have to worry about Christopher. The kid loves Buck more than anyone. I'm not even sure if you're still his favourite adult.”

Eddie glares at her but there's a smile on his lips. He's not even slightly surprised that his son adores Buck so much. Honestly, Evan Buckley is his favourite adult too.

—☾��

Adriana's words are still stuck in his head days later when he's at home after another long, exhausting shift. Christopher is already here, doing his homework and Buck—Buck is here too. They're in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. Or it's rather Buck cooking and Eddie trying to steal food.

“Hey, quit snacking and cut the vegetables”, Buck orders and Eddie can't help but smile.

“I love you”, he blurts out. He didn't even think about it, it just escaped from his mouth.

It's Buck's turn to freeze.

Eddie looks at him and realises what he said. He's not panicking; he just feels happy, perfectly comfortable. At peace.

“I love you”, he says it again and suddenly he's in Buck's space. He just leans in and kisses him. Buck's definitely surprised but he only needs a moment to catch up what's going on. He responds very eagerly and kisses him back.

Eddie thinks it's a wonderful feeling. Now he knows that sometimes love doesn't hit like a wave, rapidly and intensively. Sometimes it just sneaks up quietly and patiently, like a river, taking piece by piece. He doesn't mind it.

“You're still cutting vegetables”, Buck says when they break apart. His eyes are full of joy and he's grinning—and Eddie wants to see him like this everyday. “And for the record, I love you too, Diaz.”

Eddie sends Adriana you were right hours later when he's already in bed, Buck curled up next to him. She responds almost immediately I know and he just smiles again.

—☾—

Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30453828

(Title stolen shamelessly from band called The Maine, I highly recommend listen to that song, it fits Buddie so much ✨

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 fic #buddie fic #lucy writes #lucy's attempt to write #no beta we die like doug #in this house we stan diaz sisters #adriana and sophia are national treasure #just like christopher #it's shitty #i know i know #buddie drabble

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the-lexi-luther · 2 years ago

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The Christmas Gift

Rating: General Audience

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Words: 3671

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howe "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Karen Wilson, Athena Grant

Additional Tags: Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, no beta we die like Doug

Summary: Christmas at the Firehouse was always one of the most anticipated events of the year. Some might say it was Bobby’s amazing buffet spread of food, or Athena’s organizational skills to make sure everyone’s family could attend on Christmas Day. But for Chimney, it was the Secret Santa. It had been the most stressful year they’d had so far, and he was giving everyone the perfect end-of-year gift; setting up the cutest couple in L.A.

#911 #911 tv show #911 fandom #911 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #911 fanfiction #buddie #evan buck buckely #eddie díaz #no beta we die like doug

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ghostinacardboardbox-oldblog · 2 years ago

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New fic time

Uncertain Times

Fandom: Wolf 359

Chapters: 1/2

Tags: Daniel Jacobi & Alana Maxwell, Daniel Jacobi & Warren Kepler, Hera & Daniel Jacobi, Doug Eiffel & Daniel Jacobi, Daniel Jacobi, Alana Maxwell, Warren Kepler, Hera (Wolf 359), Doug Eiffel, You could read this Jacobi/Eiffel but also as platonic, Broken Bones, Injury, possibly medical inaccuracies but especially in the second part, Bruises, Burns, Daniel Jacobi & Alana Maxwell Are Best Friends, its subtle though, Daniel Jacobi-centric, Pre-Canon, For the first part, Post-Canon, for the second part, lovelace and Minkowski are mentioned but don’t really make an appearance, actually Maxwell doesn’t actually show up either but I think she was reference enough to tag her, Amnesiac Doug Eiffel, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, for parts one and two respectively, i wrote the majority of this almost a year ago and just now decided to finish it so enjoy, no beta we die like the plant monster

There were many things that Daniel Jacobi was uncertain of.

One time that Jacobi was alone, and one time that he was not.

#I started this forever ago and I’m finally just chucking it at the world #enjoy! or don’t! but perhaps tell me what you did or did not enjoy that would be nice #ghost posts from their box #fanfiction #fanfic #my fanfiction #wolf 359 #wolf 359 podcast #w359 #daniel jacobi #w359 Jacobi #doug eiffel #w359 Eiffel #fiction podcast #audio drama #ao3

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ankabaiam · 4 years ago

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Prompts for the tag no beta we die like men 9-1-1 version:

No beta we die like Daniel

No beta we die like Bobby's wife and children

No beta we die like Shannon

No beta we die like Doug

No beta we die like the old gay couple

No beta we die like that dude on the rollercoaster

No beta we die like that guy that proposed to his girlfriend on the escalator

No beta we die like Eddie's army buddies

No beta we die like that girl Hen hit with an ambulance

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#its a joke ok?#im sorry #sorry not sorry #911 on fox #911 fox #buddie #evan ‘buck’ buckley #eddie diaz

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), (mentioned), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Doug Kendall Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Omega Evan "Buck" Buckley, U.S. Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley, (retired), Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, rescued Maddie Buckley, Occ navy seal team, Emotional Evan Buckley, Upset Evan "Buck" Buckley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Mpreg, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Married Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, sort off-it's an abo they're basically married, There's crying, There's a lot of crying, pregnant people cry, A lot - Freeform, this one got away from me, Good Lord, it really really got away from me, He sufferes, Doug Kendal suffers, but there's no blood, it's not physical, lol, not really - Freeform, O_o' just read, It's hard to explain, as always, no beta we die like that dude that got chopped in half ridding a midlife crisis motorcycle, do not expect real world navy seal knowledge, I feel like i'm forgeting a tag..., Oh yes... violence is agains Doug Kendal, Sorry Not Sorry Series: Part 4 of Lover comes home AU Summary:

With the doctors saying he should be careful and rest because he's due any moment and it's too dangerous Buck gets news he's been waiting months for. But it's not happy, a**hole Doug Kendal has his sister on lock down and he's not letting her go. With Eddie basically ordering him to stay put and Buck upset who will rescue Maddie?

#buddie #9-1-1 #abo au #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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our-flag-means-death-ao3feed · 2 years ago

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The Kraken & the Lighthousee

by HawthorneRose

Ed has been obsessed with the man who opened a music store near his record shop for months. Stede Bonnet is an absolute madman and Ed can't get enough. He takes every chance he can get to spend time with him. Over the course of several months, he falls more and more in love with this man, his family, and the way he tries to give back to his community.

Music AU where Stede and Ed fall in love, have some angst, and eventually get to be happy together.

Words: 26319, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Israel Hands, Wee John Feeney, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Oluwande Boodhari, Jim Jimenez, Louis Bonnet, Alma Bonnet, Mary Allamby Bonnet, The Swede (Our Flag Means Death), Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Doug (Our Flag Means Death), Buttons (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Wee John Feeney/Frenchie, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs, Oluwande Boodhari/Jim Jimenez

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Music, alternative universe - record shop, Alternative Universe- Music Shop, Record Shop Owner Ed Teach, Music Shop Owner Stede Bonnet, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, no beta we die like Nigel and Chauncey, Past Abuse, past drug abuse, past near-death experience, Stede's father is a bastard but he's dead, Ed's father is a bastard but he's dead, That theremin cover is real, Misunderstandings but we get through it, The boys can have a touch of angst as a treat, Happy Ending, So much indulgent fluff, This Was Supposed to Be 10k, But I have no self control, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Top Stede Bonnet, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, POV Blackbeard | Edward Teach

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43847370

#Our flag means death #ofmd

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jibber-jibber-chicken-dinner · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV), 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley/Doug Kendall (past) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Isabel Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Margaret Buckley, Phillip Buckley, TK Strand, Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star), Eddie Diaz's Sisters (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz's Parents (9-1-1 TV), Howie "Chimney" Han, Doug Kendall (mentioned/past), Shannon Diaz (but her last name isn't Diaz), they're not dating in the story but she's relevant for the drama Additional Tags: Abusive Parents, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Smut, Awkward First Times, Boys Being Boys, Boys In Love, Insecure Evan "Buck" Buckley, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Established Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Carlos is in college, Everyone is 18+ in this fic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta - we die like men, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bisexual Eddie Diaz, Not Beta Read Summary:

In which Buck and Eddie are hormonal high schooler's who meet on the wonderful, wonderful website that is Omegle.com and despite all odds, they kick it off. Soon, Eddie begins to successfully crack away at the tough-jock exterior that is Buck's armor, and finds that underneath all the cocky smirks, sarcastic and witty comebacks, there's someone who's way more damaged than both boys ever thought possible.

In a whirlwind of first-times, falling in love, drama in friendships, and all the hardships that being eighteen years old already brings, both Buck and Eddie are about to discover that sometimes in life, you're lucky enough to meet the one person who will stand beside you when everything feels like it's crashing down before your eyes. And sometimes, you meet that person on the internet... against all the odds of that going horribly wrong.

Chapter 4: "What's your scene?"

Summary:

Eddie bit his lip, clearly nervous, but took a breath and jumped in headfirst – literally.

Immediately, a dark-haired boy no older than himself and Buck turned around, wearing dark sunglasses. Eddie quirked a brow. The guy slid the glasses down his nose slightly, eyeing Eddie head to toe from the passenger’s seat. He clicked his tongue, “What are your intentions with Mr. Buckley?”

“For the love of god.” Carlos muttered, taking the car out of park and turning the wheel once Buck was inside and had closed the door.

#Buddie #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #Tarlos #911 #911 lone star #911 on fox #crossover #fic update #read on Ao3 #Ao3 #Ao3 feed

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 6 months ago

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Lambent Eyes Blood-Stained Wings

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XwbVHxA by Crow_Aeris Tim has always loved Batman and Shadow. He'd rush into Gotham with a camera around his neck, feathers not-yet fledged, and watch the pair fight criminals all night long... But what happens when his parents die on a plane back home, and he was suddenly swept into the care of the Waynes, whom he loves loved oh-so dearly? Well, they say to never meet your heroes... Whoever said that was right. But, Tim eventually gathers himself a few friends he can place his trust in, as well as a new brother that isn't a complete asshole! Too bad he loses it all in the end... Words: 2576, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of To Brace Upon Benign Feathers Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas, Elaine Thomas, Doug Thomas, Clark Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Joker (DCU), Scarecrow Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas & Elaine Thomas, Elaine Thomas & Doug Thomas & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Joker (DCU), Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Wings, Wings, Wingfic, Torture, Damian Wayne Tries, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Tries, Good Sibling Duke Thomas, Tim Drake Tries, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Duke Thomas Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Creepy Joker (DCU), Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Reverse Robins, NOT damian wayne bashing, Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable Narrator Tim Drake, This kid sees what he wants to see and that is that, Alfred Pennyworth Tries, Protective Damian Wayne, Jealous Damian Wayne, in the way that a kid is jealous of their younger sibling for being the "favorite", Protective Duke Thomas, Hurt Tim Drake, Tim Drake-centric, Stalker Tim Drake, or at least in the beginning, Creepy Ra's al Ghul, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, the only ones here with a modicom of emotional regulation are duke and alfred, if i wasn't an atheist i would pray for them, no beta we die like men, or like tim, teehee what?, i didn't say anything read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XwbVHxA

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-malvie · 4 years ago

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Through these veins a Wolfblood flows

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by Dr_Mori

There were once many supernatural creatures in the world, however their numbers began to decline, and others either lost their power or were forced to hide who they were. This was not the case on the Isle of the Lost, if you had anything that grants you power over others, you use it.

Carlos De Vil is a wolfblood, which is not a werewolf (I'll explain in chapter 1), and after he is left on the Isle instead of travelling to Auradon with Mal, Jay and Evie, he finds company with a certain pirate crew.

Words: 136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Descendants (Disney Movies), Wolfblood (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Carlos de Vil, Ben (Disney: Descendants), Mal (Disney), Evie (Disney), Jay (Disney), Harry Hook, Gil (Disney: Descendants), Uma (Disney), Cruella de Vil (101 Dalmatians), Chad Charming, Doug (Disney: Descendants), Jane (Disney: Descendants), Fairy Godmother (Disney), Adam (Disney), Belle (Disney), Uma's Crew (Disney)

Relationships: Ben/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Mal (Disney), Chad Charming/Jay, Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil

Additional Tags: Carlos de Vil is Left on the Isle of the Lost, Everyone Is Gay, Carlos de Vil Needs a Hug, carlos de vil is a wolfblood, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, wolfblood - Freeform, wolfblood not werewolf, no beta we die like Tubbo at the festival, Gay, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Other: See Story Notes, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Carlos de Vil-centric

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myemergence · 5 years ago

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Names

5+1 - The 5 times Buck is called by a last name other than Buckley, and the one time Buck’s last name actually changes

A/N: prompt from Ale on the discord & thank you to taxing-ninja for the beta on this one - you work wonders!

Buck slipped his hand into the pocket of his black trousers, the fabric of the white button down shirt taut against his chest. A smile parted his lips, eyes resting on Maddie and Chim who were sitting a few steps away. The simple white chairs were still in neat rows, calla lilies adorning the chairs at the edge of the aisle, tulle draped down their backs.

He glanced up, feeling a light hand resting on his shoulder. “Well, they did it, didn’t they? Never thought I’d see the day.” Hen chuckled lightly.

“Yeah.” Buck nodded his head absently.

The ceremony had been beautiful. They had opted for a smaller gathering of close friends and family versus an extravagant wedding, and it had suited them. They had exchanged their vows on the edge of the beach, overlooking the water. Maddie had looked like something out of a magazine, wearing a cream colored dress that was long and flowing. The entire thing had been the complete opposite of her ceremony with Doug, which had been a spectacle to say the least. Doug had wanted a huge wedding with all of the bells and whistles, and that was exactly what their parents had paid for.

Her marriage and relationship with Doug had sucked her into a terrible and dark place, one that she had to claw her way out of. Buck’s relationship with his sister had suffered immensely because of Doug. But Buck had never been more proud of his sister than he was on the day that she’d arrived on his doorstep, effectively breaking the silence about what she’d been enduring alone.

She deserved happiness, she deserved this, with Chimney. Buck watched as Chim placed a quick kiss against her lips, arm sliding casually around her waist and pulling her close.

“Congratulations, you two.” Hen congratulated them as the couple stepped closer to where she’d been standing with Buck.

“Maddie Han, finally making an honest man out of me.” Chim chuckled. Buck’s face soured slightly at Chimney’s words, watching as Maddie’s hand effortlessly slipped into Chimney’s.

“I’ll be right back.” Buck murmured, flashing a quick smile before stepping away.

Eddie glanced at Buck as he stepped over to him, placing a slow kiss on his lips. Buck pulled away after a short moment, causing Eddie’s eyebrow to arch lightly. “Everything alright, querido?” He asked lowly, gently grabbing Buck’s hand.

A barely audible sigh escaped his lips then, nodding his head curtly. “Yeah, fine. Everything’s great,” he spoke, his voice even.

Eddie felt a laugh dance past his lips as he studied his boyfriend for a long moment. “No offense, but I don’t think that you know what ‘great’ means.” Buck frowned, arms crossed against his chest at Eddie’s teasing words. Eddie let out a slow breath at Buck’s usual stubbornness, placing his hand on top of his arm, gently gripping the white material there. “Evan Buckley, talk to me.”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie’s words had caused the frown on Buck’s face to deepen.

Eddie’s face reflected the confusion that he was feeling. His eyes rested on Buck, as though studying his features would explain the change in his behaviour. “What?”

“Don’t call me Evan Buckley.”

Eddie continued to look at Buck, searching for some sort of understanding and coming up empty. He scratched at the back of his head, eyes seeking out Buck’s, “But that’s your name.” He responded carefully. Eddie tried to keep the laugh out of his voice. He didn’t understand what the problem was, but it seemed like Buck had suddenly developed some sort of complex.

“Well, it’s not fair.” He mumbled, a clear pout making its appearance on his full lips.

“You can’t do that in public, Ev.” Eddie spoke lowly, hazel eyes fully focused on Buck’s full lips. Eddie brushed his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip, his eyes continuing to consume Buck.

“Alright, you two.” Maddie interjected as she stepped over to her brother and his boyfriend. “Let’s keep this PG, okay? You can’t be over here outdoing the newlyweds.” She laughed.

Buck rolled his eyes at his sister. “Whatever you say, Mads.” It wasn’t fair that only Maddie got to change her last name. Chim was his family now, too, and that meant that he was a Han.

“Do you want to tell me what has you all bent out of shape?” She asked slowly. Eddie stood beside Buck wordlessly, his curiosity also piqued, glancing to Buck for an explanation.

After letting out a huff of a breath, Buck spoke. “How come only you get to change your last name, Maddie? It’s so unfair.”

Maddie was unable to withhold her laughter as she listened to her brother, Chim rejoining her. “Because I’m the one that just got married?”

“Oh, so I get to be the only Buckley left, that seems like an unusual punishment. Did I kick your dog or something?”

Maddie rolled her eyes, Chim at her shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I called you Evan Han?” Chimney asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“You have no idea,” Buck said

“Welcome to the Han family, Buck.”

Quiet twenty-four hour shifts were the worst. They were what most of the team loathed the most. Having quiet parts of any given shift was generally appreciated, especially in between busy calls. But having to effectively spend the majority of your day handling chores and housekeeping was not at the top of anyone’s list. Especially if you were Evan Buckley, and you were ready to climb the walls. He needed to be out of the firehouse, physically doing something. Not checking inventory in the supply closet for the third time, or buffing out a shine on the big rig.

And Buck feeling like he was going to climb the walls meant that he’d spent the entirety of the shift driving everyone crazy.

“So, did you ever wonder why they call it a driveway when you park on it?” Buck asked, drumming his fingers against the edge of the table. “And why do they call it a parkway when you drive on it?”

Chimney let out an audible sigh from where he stood, tired of all of Buck’s open-ended questions and random facts. Dinner had consisted of them learning that butterflies taste with their hind legs, that India has a Bill of Rights for cows, and that almonds are a member of the peach family.

Chim leveled Eddie with a gaze as Buck joined Bobby in the kitchen to help clean up after their meal. “You’re going to need to lock yourself in the bunks with him, before I kill him.” There was a brief pause as Chimney set his hands flat on the table, leaning towards Eddie. “And I don’t think my wife will ever forgive me for killing her baby brother, so please help.”

Eddie held up his hands in surrender, letting out an amused laugh. “Listen, man. I would help, really I would. But, Cap said the bunks are off limits, if Buck’s in there, I’m out here. So… you need a new plan.”

Chim groaned as his eyes scanned the upper loft of the fire house, searching for something, anything that would hold the younger firefighter’s attention for more than five seconds. His eyes landed on Hen, who had settled herself over by the video game console, clearly enjoying the escape. A mischievous smile crossed his lips then, his eyes moving to where Buck stood at the sink.

“Hey, Buck?” Chim rose from his spot at the table, clearing his spot before he reached the sink. “Hen said she has crushed the high score over there, and doesn’t think she has any competition. You should go and show her how it’s done, I’ve got clean up.”

Buck’s mouth was slightly ajar. “Hen!” He called across the loft, tossing the hand towel to Chim. “Thanks, brother.”

“No. thank you.” Chim smirked as Bobby loaded the dish drying rack, before grabbing a plate to dry.

“You are terrible, you do know that, right?” Bobby let out a small laugh, shaking his head at their antics.

Chimney shrugged his shoulder lightly. “We all have to be good at something.”

Buck closed in the space in quick strides. “So what’s this I hear about there being no competition in this firehouse?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, plopping himself down next to Hen gracelessly.

“What nonsense are you talking about now?” Hen shook her head, pushing down on the keys to the remote controller in quick succession.

“You can’t fool me, Hen.” He spoke, his attention split between looking at Hen and looking at the game. “What are you doing? You’re gonna get--”

“Buck!” Hen shouted, watching her character die on the screen. She heaved a heavy sigh before shooting a glare in his direction. “Look what you did!” She motioned to the screen, annoyance evident on her face.

Buck frowned at Hen’s reaction. “I did no such thing. It’s not my fault that you can’t concentrate.”

“Please tell me that you’re not being serious right now.” Hen told him flatly. “Of course it’s your fault. You are so distracting.” She paused, deciding to take a different approach. “Okay, how about a friendly little wager?”

Buck turned his attention from the video game, shifting his body slightly as he looked to Hen. “Oh, so I should decide what you’re going to give to me when I win?” He asked, as a cocky grin crossed his lips.

Hen clenched her jaw before she released a slow breath. “If I win, you have to be quiet for thirty minutes.”

Buck let out a laugh at her terms. “That is really the best that you’ve got?” Hen simply raised her eyebrows in reply. “Okay, okay…” Buck drummed his fingers against his chair in thought. “Okay.”

“I think we’ve established ‘okay’. What’s it going to be, Buck?”

“If I win, you have to do inventory for me next time, because I hate it.”

“Alright, so those are the terms. Let’s do this.”

The two firefighters sat side by side, Hen taking her turn first. Her face stilled in concentration as she focused on the screen in front of her, feverently pushing buttons, eyes not wavering from the screen. Once Bobby and Chim finished with the dishes, the three remaining members of their team joined Hen and Buck.

“So, what’s going on over here?” Bobby asked.

“Hen’s trying to get me to be quiet for thirty minutes, as though that’s something any of you would want.” Buck scoffed, eyes moving back to the screen. Bobby and Chim exchanged a silent look.

“Alright, well-- when you and Hen are finished with this friendly little wager you’ve got going, I have a few things I need you to take care of, until the next call.” Bobby told Buck. He briefly considered the work that he had to do in his office, but decided it could wait another few minutes. Bobby crossed his arms over his chest, as heavily invested in the wager as the rest of the team. They were all envisioning what a quiet firehouse would sound like.

“Watch out! Hen, Hen!” Chim warned, before letting out a loud groan as the ‘game over’ icon appeared on the screen. “Oh, Wonderboy over here is up.”

Buck grinned over at Hen. “Alright, my turn.” Hen let out an audible groan, smacking the controller against Buck’s chest. “Ouch.” He mock grimaced, rubbing his chest for a moment. He took the remote control before restarting the game. “Prepare to lose, Hen.” Buck spoke, before his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Eddie stood there in the welcomed silence, trying to decide who it was exactly that he was rooting for. He dipped his head down, lips dangerously close to Buck’s ear. “You know, if you don’t win, there are ways that I can keep you quiet for thirty minutes.”

Buck drew in a sharp breath, trying to ignore Eddie as he stood up straight, giving Buck his space. The team stood there in silence, though it was unclear if they were just enjoying the fact that Buck was finally not talking, or if they were all so invested in who was going to win the friendly wager.

“Oh come on!” Buck frowned, continuing to press the keys roughly, even after his character had died.

“Alright, alright…” Bobby spoke evenly, like a parent trying to settle his arguing children. “So, who won this thing?”

“Oh look Hen, high score!” Buck grinned widely at her.

“Give me this.” Hen muttered as she took the remote control from Buck, Chim groaning as he and Bobby walked away. Bobby dismissed himself, making his way down into his office to do so much needed work while things remained quiet.

“Hey!” The blond-haired firefighter frowned as she pulled the remote control from his hands.

“You are such a pain in the ass, you know that? You’re like a totally obnoxious little brother who doesn’t know when to quit.” Buck rolled his eyes at Hen before they traveled to the screen, looking at what Hen had typed in.

BUCK WILSON.

“Aw, Hen.” He placed a loud kiss against her cheek, making a spectacle as he grinned from ear to ear. “You do love me.”

Buck and Eddie arrived at the Grant-Nash residence right on time. Buck rapped on the door briefly before he stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting for them to answer. Eddie stood at his side, their shoulders gently bumping together as they waited. “Do you want to explain to me how this whole thing came about?”

Buck’s shoulder shrugged lightly as they waited, hearing soft footsteps approaching the door. “Bobby and I were talking, and I told him I’d never done this kind of thing before.”

Eddie paused, looking to him in confusion. “This kind of thing?” There was a question in Eddie’s voice, his hand slipping to the low part of Buck’s back as Bobby greeted them, allowing them into the house.

“I’ve never done a family game night before.”

Eddie had a stricken look on his face, “Wait, you’ve seriously never had a family game night before?” Buck shrugged at the question as they made their way into the house. “We brought snacks.” Eddie spoke, handing a bag over to Bobby as they made their way into the kitchen area.

“Thanks, guys.” Bobby offered them a smile. He busied himself with taking the veggie tray out of the bag, setting it beside the smorgasbord of snacks that they already had laid out on the counter. “Get yourselves something to drink, grab a snack, and then let’s head in. This usually takes a bit.” He laughed then, glancing at their two newest guests to arrive.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Chim spoke as they made their way into the living room where the rest of their friends had gathered.

“We got caught up doing… something.” Buck offered a small shrug of his shoulder after his voice trailed off.

“Eww, gross,” Maddie’s face scrunched up immediately at her brother’s words. “Let’s not talk about that again, okay?” She requested with a roll of her eyes, as Buck sat on the floor with his legs criss-crossed, Eddie seated on the couch behind him.

Bobby and Athena joined everyone in their living room, the entire one-eighteen team and their significant others gathered around. After the topic of family game night had come up with Buck, Bobby thought it would be a good idea to have everyone over for a family game night. In the last week they’d had some pretty intense calls, and it was the perfect opportunity for everyone to let that fall away.

“I hope everyone is ready for some friendly competition,” Athena smiled as she brought the glass of wine to her lips, savoring a sip. “Welcome to your first Grant-Nash family game night.”

“Hopefully, the first of many.” Bobby added, sliding his arm around Athena’s waist and drawing her closer.

“So we are playing a game called Celebrity, some people call it Salad Bowl. We’ll have Team Nash and Team Grant,” Athena paused. “On each team there will be one person that is giving clues to the rest of their team. The goal is to name as many of the celebrities as you can, in the given time. There are three rounds, and the team with the most points will win.”

“That sounds easy enough.” Buck spoke from where he sat. He heard a laugh from behind him and spun around to look at Eddie. “What?”

“It will be easy, for everyone who knows pop culture,” Eddie explained. Chim looked from Eddie to Maddie, and then back to Buck. One thing that the siblings were not known for, was their knowledge of pop culture, or essentially any movie reference.

“Alright, Bobby and I will pick our teams.” Bobby and Athena took turns selecting their teams, until both teams had been filled, less for the Buckley siblings.

“Come on guys, this is like being picked last for a team during gym class,” Buck whined, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “I’m going to be the last one picked, too. Because Athena still resents me from the call with the baby in the pipe.”

“Boy, do not start bringing up the past.” Athena sassed Buck, looking at him in mock seriousness before breaking into a fond smile. “You had better get your butt over here, since you are Buck Grant tonight.”

A smile lit up Buck’s face upon hearing her words, “Are you serious?”

“Evan, you are such a child. Pouting so that you don’t get picked last.” Maddie shook her head as he joined the rest of her team, which consisted of Bobby, Eddie, and Karen.

Athena exchanged a glance with Bobby, before she patted the seat beside her on the couch. “Get over here, before I change my mind.” She took the time to explain the specific rules of each round.

“So to start with, I’m going to give everyone a few slips of paper. You are going to write down some celebrity names, and movies. Then we’ll fold them up, put them into the bowl and we can get started with the first round.”

Everyone took a few minutes, scribbling on the small slips of paper that Athena had passed out before she collected the folded pieces in a large clear bowl. “Hen, why don’t you give the clues first?”

Athena joined Buck and Chimney on the couch. She started the timer as they began with the first round, and Hen grabbed a slip of paper from the bowl before she began giving clues.

“A classic movie… Burt Reynolds is driving beer across the country in a hurry, and they are chased down by the sheriff, Buford T Justice.” Hen spoke, she glanced at Buck who had a blank look on his face.

“Uh… that’s, uh… Smokey and the Bandit.” Chim spoke, snapping his fingers as the title finally came to his mind. Hen dropped the paper onto the table before grabbing the next one.

“Who in the hell…” She glanced up from the paper, looking for Buck. “You did this one.” Hen rolled her eyes. “A… classic... cartoon character.”

“Mickey Mouse?” Athena asked slowly, her face scrunching in confusion.

“From Looney Tunes.”

“Daffy Duck? Bugs Bunny?” Chim shot off the names, before Hen acknowledged that it was Bugs, moving on to the next. The game continued for a while, everyone becoming more involved and competitive than the round before. And their friends realizing with each round how very little the Buckley siblings knew about pop culture and movies.

The game ended up being far closer than any of them had expected. Chimney and Karen clearly carrying the majority of their teams through each of the rounds. At one point in the game, Athena’s team lost their lead thanks to Buck. He had ended up earning them several penalties, when he blanked on a few of the answers and either blurted out the answer outright, or used words that were too close to the actual answer. After three rounds, Team Nash was declared the winner.

Athena laughed as everyone cleared their glasses and bowls and moved into the kitchen to help clean up. “And for the record? Bugs Bunny is not a celebrity.” She told Buck as she took his glass and set it in the sink, a motherly smile on her face.

“Harry! You need to finish up. You and Bobby have to leave soon for the game.” Athena called outside. The Department was hosting a Father-Son Basketball game as a fundraiser for Fire Prevention and Safety programs in some of the local schools. Bobby wasn’t intending to play; he just planned to go there to sit on the sidelines, cheering people on and seeing where he could help. However, Athena had suggested that Harry might want to play with him. And after Bobby had spoken to about it with Michael and gotten the okay, Harry could not have been more excited to be on Bobby’s team.

The boy had been spending much of his extra time outside, practicing for the game. Bobby treated Harry like he was his own kid, and not just some step-kid that he’d inherited from another marriage. The last thing that Harry wanted was to disappoint him. “Mom!” Harry’s screech came from out back, and Athena was there in an instant.

“Harry, what is it? What’s wrong, baby?” She made her way out the back door, crouching down beside him to where the little boy sat on the ground, clutching his ankle.

“I was just practicing!” Tears slipped down his cheeks quickly. “Mom, how am I going to play?”

Athena gently reached for his ankle, trying to gauge the injury, seeing the swelling that had already begun. “Oh, baby, you’re not going to be able to play in the game today.”

“But Mom, Bobby is going to be so upset!”

“It’s going to be alright, let’s get you inside and get this taken care of, and then we’ll worry about Bobby, okay?” Athena helped Harry to his feet, helping him to hobble inside and settling him on the couch before she retrieved an ice pack to help with the swelling.

“Hey Harry, are you as psyched as I am about--” Bobby stopped mid-sentence as he made his way out to the living room where Harry was resting, watching as Athena gently stroked his cheek. “What happened?” Bobby’s brow furrowed in concern as he joined Athena beside the couch.

“Bobby, I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled out of Harry’s mouth so quickly that Bobby could barely understand them. Harry’s eyes moved up to Bobby’s, afraid to see the disappointment there.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Bobby assured him softly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“He’s alright.” Athena spoke after a pause, rising from the couch and placing her hand on Bobby’s arm. “He was practicing for the benefit game, and he twisted his ankle pretty badly. He can’t put much pressure on it, so he’s not going to be able to play.” She explained.

“That’s okay.” Bobby told her as they stepped away from the couch, where Harry was trying to rest. “I’ll just call and let them know that I won’t be playing today.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” Athena told him with a sideways glance.

Bobby looked at her in confusion. “I only have one step-son, Athena. I don’t think I can produce another one in the next two hours.”

“You’re only considering one of your houses, Bobby. Don’t worry, I’ll have a backup for you in no time.” She told him with a confident smile, before she pressed a kiss to Bobby’s lips. “Why don’t you go up and get showered before the game and I’ll take care of everything else?”

A short while later, Bobby returned to the living room where Harry had dozed off with his ankle elevated and iced. Bobby heard a knock at the front door, and not seeing Athena, he walked to the front door and pulled it open.

“Buck, what are you doing here?” Bobby asked after he opened the door. “Is everything okay?”

To his surprise, Bobby heard his wife’s voice behind him. “If there is anyone I know that should be an honorary Nash for the day, it’s Buck.”

Bobby turned around and looked at Athena. She truly never ceased to amaze him. Aside from his own children and step children, there was nobody else that he looked to with the same kind of fatherly love as Buck. He’d done everything in his power to protect him in situations in the past, often beyond the typical protection or guidance one would give to a subordinate. A conversation with Athena quickly came to mind, where she’d given Bobby some parenting advice, in regard to Buck. At the time Bobby had argued that Buck wasn’t his kid, but that notion had long since been pushed aside.

Bobby smiled warmly at the young firefighter who stood in front of him, wearing a LAFD shirt and a pair of gym shorts. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Buck.”

“Of course, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Buck assured him, adjusting the small black duffel bag over his shoulder.

A small grin crossed Bobby’s lips before he gently clapped Buck on the shoulder. “Let’s do this, Evan Nash. You’ve got some big shoes to fill.”

Christopher was settled on the couch at Maddie and Chimney’s, a coloring book resting in his lap. Chimney sat on one side, and Maddie on the other. They had been begging for some extra time with Christopher as of late. As Buck and Eddie’s relationship had grown, Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim had become pretty regular faces for him.

He loved spending quality time with them, and the couple enjoyed his company even more. It was a good chance for Buck and Eddie to get out on their own and enjoy a quiet date night too.

Tonight had been even more special because Hen had dropped by, and the four of them had enjoyed a dinner together, followed by an intense game of Uno Attack. A game that Christopher had slaughtered every single one of them in, more than once.

Christopher sat hunched over his coloring book, focusing closely on the firefighter that he was coloring, his tongue pushing out past his lips in what appeared to be absolute concentration.“Uncle Chimney?” Chris asked, not glancing up as he spoke.

“Yeah, bud?”

“You and Aunt Maddie live here together, right?” Christopher asked, not glancing up from the coloring book as he spoke.

Chimney nodded his head lightly. “Yeah, we live together, Chris. We’re married.” He added, in his mind thinking that explained everything, when in reality that sparked an entirely different set of questions.

“And what’s her last name?” He asked carefully, closing his coloring book as he looked to Chimney for the answer. He balanced the book on his lap, letting the red crayon roll gently back and forth against the cover.

“... Han.” Chimney hesitated as he answered, eyes moving to Maddie as though to ask her what this was all about.

“And Aunt Hen, Karen, and Denny, they all live together. And their last name is Wilson.” He stated simply.

Maddie looked at the little boy closely, trying to understand where the questions were coming from. “Chris, is there something that you needed to ask us?” She asked gently, turning her attention to him as she moved the coloring book and crayons out of his lap, setting them down on the coffee table.

“All of your families have the same last name.” Chris observed, his eyes locking on Maddie’s. Her mouth opened slightly as though to speak, before Christopher continued. “So, my Buck should be Buck Diaz, then.”

“I…” Maddie trailed off slowly, at a loss for words for a moment. She pursed her lips momentarily, trying to figure out how to explain to Chris that Buck and Eddie weren’t married, not like everyone else was. “But Buck doesn’t live with you.”

“Not all the time.” Christopher told her matter-of-factly. The truth was that although Buck still had his own apartment, his own things, and his own space, he rarely used them. Most nights he would choose to go to Eddie and Christopher’s and they would spend family time together, which was Christopher’s absolute favorite. The only way to top those evenings, was for Chris to wake up and have both his Dad and his Buck there in the morning. Those were the best days. Perfect days.

On those days, Buck would help Eddie make breakfast, and they’d turn on cartoons and lounge in their pajamas all morning. On one of those days, Buck and Eddie had surprised Christopher with a trip to the zoo, and they had spent a solid forty-five minutes studying the elephants, just because those had always been Christopher’s favorite.

Chimney rose to his feet, gently grabbing hold of Maddie’s arm and urging her into the other room. “We’ll be right back, Chris.” He called, turning to look Maddie square in the eyes as they reached the kitchen. “There is only one way to stop the madness.” Chim hissed at his wife in a loud whisper.

“What’s that, Chim?” Maddie laughed quietly, bringing the glass of wine to her lips, her eyes dancing with amusement.

“Buck needs to actually change his last name,” he said, as though it were that simple.

“There’s just one problem.” Maddie reminded Chimney. “They aren’t even engaged.”

“Well, when the hell is Eddie getting back here?” He asked as he opened up the cupboard, grabbing a bag of chips and dumping it into a bowl.

“They should be back any minute now.” Maddie assured him as she glanced at the clock. “They said they’d be back by nine-thirty, and it’s after nine now.” Maddie and Chimney returned to the living room, and Chim offered the bowl of chips to the boy.

“I have another question.” Christopher quipped after a short pause. Chimney resisted the urge to groan, doubting that he was going to have the correct answer to anything that Christopher would ask.

“Sure, what’s that?”

“How did you get Aunt Maddie to marry you and have the same last name as you?” Christopher turned his body slightly, focusing on his Uncle Chimney intently.

“I just asked her.” Chim explained simply.

“Oh.” Christopher nodded, deep in thought, as he took a chip from the bowl that Chimney had offered him and popped it into his mouth.

Maddie watched the boys get situated on the couch as she grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch, covering both of them up. “How about we put some cartoons on until your Dad gets here?” Christopher nodded his head in approval, a small yawn escaping his lips.

Fifteen minutes later Buck and Eddie arrived at Maddie and Chim’s. “Sorry we’re late.” Eddie apologized. “How was he?”

“He was an angel as always.” Maddie replied, a fond smile spreading across her lips as she glanced at the boy who had dozed off only a few minutes into the cartoon.

“He sure asks a lot of questions.” As Chim spoke, Maddie shot him a warning glance. Wordlessly, Chim held up his hands before he grabbed the empty bowl and returned to the kitchen.

Buck smiled as he crouched down to Christopher’s level, gently scooping the boy up, lifting him until his head was resting heavily against Buck’s shoulder. “You got everything?” He asked Eddie quietly, who had grabbed the bag with all of Christopher’s things.

Moments later, they had said their goodbyes and left the apartment. “Buck…” Christopher’s voice was heavy with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, buddy.” Buck spoke to him gently as they reached Eddie’s truck, Eddie opening the door to help Buck get him in more easily.

“Will you be my Bucky Diaz?” Buck had a look of surprise on his face. He remained silent as he got Christopher into his seat and buckled in. He finally let out a quiet laugh, eyes searching for Eddie.

“Eds? Where’d you go?” Finally, Buck turned around as he continued his search for Eddie. His breath caught for a brief moment, seeing Eddie behind him on one knee.

“So, this isn’t how this was supposed to go. And this isn’t where I planned on asking you, in the parking lot at Maddie’s,” Eddie said as he let out an uneasy laugh. “But that kid in there loves you as much as I do, maybe even more. And he clearly wants you to be a part of this family, too. So I feel like it’s unfair to wait. We’d love for you to become a Diaz, or a Buckley-Diaz, if that’s your thing.” Eddie laughed again, the nerves consuming him. “What I am trying to ask, so completely terribly, is will you marry me Evan Buckley?”

Buck reached down wordlessly, grabbed Eddie by the hands and pulled him to his feet - making sure they were as close to each other as physically possible. “I didn’t think you were ever going to ask.” Buck teased, before Eddie grabbed his face in both of his hands, and pressed his lips against Buck’s, both of them falling easily and blissfully into a deep kiss.

Buck awoke to a feeling of heady warmth behind him. A contented sigh slipped past his lips, as he felt an arm circle around him before resting against his bare chest. “Good morning, Mr. Buckley-Diaz.” Eddie murmured against his ear.

“That’s not my name.” Buck spoke back quietly, the pads of his fingers gently moving against Eddie’s arm.

“Buck, we are not playing this game again. You don’t have to worry about just being a Buckley anymore, I thought our wedding yesterday would solidify that for you. This has been going on for a year now, since Maddie and Chim’s wedding.” Eddie laughed, as Buck turned over in his arms.

“I’m not playing a game.” Buck assured him, leaning forward to brush his lips against Eddie’s. “I decided it’s not going to be Buckley-Diaz.”

“Oh,” Eddie nodded his head minimally as he sat up in their bed. There was a slight sound of disappointment in his voice. “Decided to keep the Buckley name alive after all, did you?”

“No, Eds.” Buck looked at Eddie closely for a moment, before realizing what must be going through Eddie’s mind. He sat up beside Eddie in bed, his fingers moving in small circles over Eddie’s bare back before he placed a tender kiss against his shoulder blade. “I’m dropping Buckley. I want to be Evan Diaz. I want to share a last name with my boys.”

“Evan.” The emotion in Eddie’s voice was discernible, as he turned his body towards Buck, so that he was able to search Buck’s face. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He assured him, a smile pulling at his lips. “Now will you shut up for a minute and kiss your husband?” Buck’s laugh was low in his throat, before he pressed his lips against Eddie’s, fingers resting below Eddie’s abs, at the waistband of his sweats.

Eddie pulled back an inch to speak. “Oh, I’ll do more than kiss him.” Eddie promised quietly, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

As their bodies intertwined, Buck couldn’t think of anyone else that he would rather be than Evan Diaz.

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