Read on ao3 | Buddie | Sentinel/Guide AU | 31k | Chapters 9/9
Summary: Evan Buckley was only a year old when he came online as a Guide. At 27, he's never met a Sentinel who calls to him, until suddenly he's being pulled onto the spirit plane while he sleeps, by two unknown spirit animals in extreme emotional distress.
Tagging some friends and people who've interacted with the snippets and posts now that the fic is completely posted :)
Buck takes care of Eddie. Who's been stabbed, did you hear?
“So you’re gonna, what, stand there and watch?”
Buck’s eyes flick back up to Eddie’s face, where his eyes are still shut in concentration. Not that there’s anything wrong with checking out your friend’s abs. Especially if that's where he's just been stabbed.
“Yeah. I'm really looking forward to the part where you try to bend over and get a good look at everything.”
Eddie’s jaw tics again as they fall back into their stalemate. But it doesn’t take long for Eddie to open his big, pleading eyes and unleash them Buck’s way.
“Fine.”
AO3 tags: Injury Recovery, Scars, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied Panic Attacks, Content Warnings Aside This Is Ultimately Fluffy, First Kiss, Getting Together
Tags Not On AO3: Platonically Putting Your Mouth All Over Your BoyBestie's Body To Quiet The Noise In Your Head, That's A Thing Right?, Buck Buckley Sure Thinks So
Even if Eddie isn't as straight as either of them previously assumed, something he hesitantly told Buck two months ago and everyone else in a group text last week, he doesn't have feelings for Buck. Buck is sure of that. He has to be.
He's got excellent reasoning behind his certainty:
1. Eddie knows Buck better than anyone else in the world.
2. Eddie is too smart to be in love with Buck.
3. Eddie deserves better than Buck.
4. Christopher wouldn't approve.
5. And, for that matter, Theo probably wouldn't either. He loves Eddie, but loving him as Buck's best friend is way different than loving him as Buck's boyfriend.
6. If Buck lets himself have hope, he'll be crushed.
He repeats this list to himself a lot. It's a good list.
Despite the amount of time he spends running over all the reasons this won't work, his heart still leaps into his throat when Eddie rounds the engine and smiles at him. He looks good, already in uniform with his hair gelled back. The strand that usually springs free about three hours into any given shift is still in place.
“Hey, Buck,” Eddie says. “How's Theo doing?”
“He tried to make the microwave explode this morning.” Has Buck's mouth always been this dry? Maybe it's been a few years since he last had a sip of water. That would explain it.
“He's going to be a scientist.” Eddie's tone is both confident and adoring. Buck wants to lick him.
He doesn't. They're at work, and Eddie doesn't want Buck. Instead, he lurches forward, shoves the box into Eddie's hands, and says, “Thanks, cupcake.”
Then he flees the scene. It’s not dignified, but he doesn’t want to see Eddie’s reaction to Buck turning up with a freshly bought baked good for him and no one else. It’s too revealing.
It isn't until he's halfway into his uniform, fly still open and shirt unbuttoned, that he realizes.
“Don’t worry, guys,” Hen calls, crossing the last of the space between them, “it’s nothing serious. Our Buck just had a certain kind of dream about someone from this team.”
“It’s no big deal,” Buck says, but his face is still flushed.
“As long as it wasn’t about me, I agree,” Chim says, and Buck immediately pulls a face.
“Ew, no,” he groans. “You’re married to my sister.”
“And your captain,” Chimney adds, but then pauses. “Though I guess that’s not really a deterrent.”
Everyone laughs, and Eddie remembers a second too late that he should join in. It’s just– if the dream wasn’t about Chimney, who was it about? Hen is a lesbian, and he really doesn’t think Buck could ever be into her like that. Ravi? He and Buck are partners now, and he sees them laugh and joke all the time, but…it’d be weird, right? Wrong, somehow.
“So who was it about, then?” Ravi asks with a big grin. “Wait, don’t tell me – it was totally about Eddie, wasn’t it?”
Buck has a hot tub that we have not seen yet buuuuuut that makes me choose pool/hot tub sex
in hot water
1.2K words | explicit
hot tub sex | first time | hand jobs
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The heat sinks into his bones, easing tight muscles, and Buck leans back against the edge of the hot tub with a low groan. Next to him, Eddie laughs softly.
"Shut up," Buck mumbles without opening his eyes. "It's been a long day."
"Uh huh," Eddie says indulgently. "Don't fall asleep in here."
"I won't."
He doesn't open his eyes, either. If he does, he's going to have to see Eddie in the water right next to him, shirtless, flushed pink, his hair curling against his sweaty temples from the heat and humidity, and there's only so much temptation Buck can be expected to withstand.
It's not a particularly large hot tub, and they're both big guys. Their knees bump slightly when he shifts, and it would be more telling to flinch away, so he doesn't. Eddie doesn't shift back either; under the burbling water, his bare calf slides against Buck's, then stills.
Buck can't help it; he opens his eyes.
It's as bad as he expected: Eddie is slouched against the edge of the hot tub next to him, water up to his chest, shoulders bare and gleaming. His hair is messy and damp and his eyes are heavy-lidded and there's a fine sheen of sweat on his upper lip that Buck wants to taste. This was such a bad idea. Somehow, he's managed to avoid this exact situation for months on end, and now here he is, barely even on purpose: just him and Eddie, alone for the evening, sharing the hot tub in the private dark of his own back deck. Even the string lights he hung across the back yard are conspiring against him, illuminating the whole scene in a soft, romantic glow.
Eddie catches him looking a moment later, smiles at him, lazy and content and devastatingly beautiful.
"Hey," he murmurs.
"Hey," Buck rasps back, clearing his throat. He straightens up enough to reach his drink in the holder—it's that fancy craft soda that Karen has gotten him hooked on, not beer. He kind of wishes it was beer, though it's probably a good thing right now that he's sober. His self control feels strained enough as it is. Eddie's leg is still pressed against his under the water.
"This is good, huh?"
"Yeah," Buck manages. "Yeah, it's good."
Eddie is still watching him. That lazy smile is still resting on his lips, but there's something in his eyes that's sharper, thoughtful and intent. "Should hang out like this more. Just the two of us."
"Yeah."
"Buck," Eddie says, and when Buck looks up at him again, he rubs a hand over his mouth, hesitates. Then his hand moves beneath the water, settling on Buck's knee with deliberate intent.
Buck swallows, hard. They're still barely touching. Eddie's fingers press against the inside of his thigh, his thumb settling on Buck's kneecap. It's not much of a touch, not really. Definitely not enough to get him hard, but that's what's happening, unmistakably, his cock stirring in his swim shorts as Eddie's thumb moves back and forth on his knee. He breathes in, then shakily out, then looks up at Eddie's face again.
He looks nervous. It's not obvious, but Buck's known Eddie for years, knows him better than he knows almost anyone, and Eddie is nervous right now, with his hand on Buck's leg and his eyes on Buck's face, watching for his reaction.
"Eddie," Buck whispers.
"This okay?" Eddie asks, just as quiet, and his hand slips higher, just a little bit, lighting up Buck's whole body.
"It's, uh." They should probably talk about this—Eddie touching him like this, like he wants—but Buck can't bring himself to break the spell, not yet. "Yeah. It's okay."
"Good," Eddie murmurs, shifting closer. His hand moves higher, fingers dipping under the hem of Buck's swim trunks, and Buck tilts his head back with a shuddering sigh that definitely gives away the whole game, if he hadn't already.
Eddie doesn't snatch his hand away, not like Buck thought he might. He lets out a soft sound under his breath, watching Buck, as he slides his hand up, over his shorts, to settle over his crotch. Buck's hips jump involuntarily, shoving his cock against Eddie's hand, and Eddie licks his lips and presses down a little, nodding a little, as if to himself, when Buck's breath hitches.
"Eddie," Buck pleads again. "Are you—can we—"
He doesn't have words either, as it turns out. He grabs at Eddie's shoulders, pulling him closer, and Eddie lets himself be pulled, moves through the hot water until he's straddling Buck's lap, and oh, Eddie is hard too, which shouldn't be a shock but somehow is. He grinds his hips down with a shaky little sound, rubbing his cock against Buck's through their swim trunks, and Buck gets his hands on Eddie's ass, fingers digging into the perfect swell of it, hauling him down.
"Oh, fuck," Eddie breathes, and pitches forward to shove his mouth against Buck's.
Somehow that too is a surprise, but Buck gets with the program immediately, moaning into a kiss that starts off desperate and only gets more so, Eddie's hips working, Eddie's stiff cock rubbing against Buck's through the friction and folds of their swim trunks. He shoves a hand down between them without breaking the kiss, yanking at his shorts and then Buck's. Buck lifts his hips to help him pull them down, and then they're skin to skin, Eddie's bare cock against his.
Buck moans against Eddie's mouth, kisses him again, harder, as Eddie gets his hand around both of them. The friction is somehow both not enough and too much with the hot water swirling around them, but that barely seems to matter, with Eddie's weight across his thighs and Eddie's mouth on his and Eddie's hand on him, on both of them.
"Yeah," Eddie breathes, kissing him again, then biting his lower lip, hard enough to send a sharp surge of pleasure/pain through him that has him jerking against Eddie, choking on a moan as he comes. The water swirls it away immediately, and Eddie's hips are still moving, his hand still squeezing his cock against Buck's—it's too much, too much, and he never wants it to stop. He digs his fingers into Eddie's ass instead, watches Eddie's eyes flutter shut and his mouth drop open on a soundless gasp as his cock starts to pulse.
He sags against Buck once it's over, and Buck takes his weight, slides a hand up Eddie's bare, heaving back. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again. He can't quite bring himself to break the spell of whatever this is to say something like, what now? or please don't tell me that this isn't gonna change things? or do you want—does this mean you want—
Abruptly, Eddie starts laughing. His mouth is pressed to Buck's shoulder; his breath warm against his damp skin.
"What?" Buck asks, a reluctant smile pulling at his lips.
"I—did not think this through. We're gonna have to drain the hot tub to clean it."
Suddenly, Buck is laughing too, and Eddie lifts his head to grin at him. "Next time, maybe we can use a bed," he says.
"Yeah," Eddie says, leaning in to kiss him again. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."
“Tell me your story,” Buck asks, once they’re all settled in his office-slash-living room. It’s become his go-to ice-breaker for new clients—how could he expect to plan their wedding if he doesn’t know who they are as a couple? Sure, he’s a romantic, but it’s also practical. It’s how he learns how to turn the big day from great into something magical. He sips his coffee, leaving his notepad in his bag for now. He wants this to be as natural as possible, and he can jot down his notes later.
Ana, the bride-to-be, smiles brightly, linking her fiancé’s hand with her own. “We met about three years ago. I was his son’s teacher.”
“She’s amazing with him,” the fiancé, Eddie, cuts in. He’s incredibly handsome, with his brown eyes and long lashes, perfect smile, and hair combed to the side. They make a beautiful couple.
Part one: quod erat demonstrandum (16.2k, rated E)
Eddie asks Buck to fuck him to prove he's straight. Things go about as well as you'd think.
Part two: corpus delicti (33.3k, rated E)
Eddie gains a boyfriend, a pair of lace panties, and learns a lot about himself in the span of forty-eight hours.
(look, I adore the way Kam writes, it's so smooth and the blend of humour with smut is absolutely amazing. I adore D/s fics when they're done well and don't veer off into ridiculous. There's autonomy here from Eddie in his freedom, and it's gorgeous and slightly voyeuristic to read)
shapeshifter (series) by unreckless
Part one: the fruit that leaves a stain (62.7k, rated E)
one year, two funerals, one LAFD gala, and approximately a dozen times Eddie had to sigh and say “Yes, it’s Buck’s.”
Part two: squirrel hell (18k, rated E)
buck, brain melting out of his skull from the heatwave and horniness, has a two track mind. fuck eddie and then ask him to marry him
(trans!Eddie, pregnant!Eddie. Look, the summary drew me, grief sex and miscommunication are like catnip to me, I read this entire series in, like, a day. It's absolutely fantastic. I have no words, just go and read it because it's beautifully written, I was drawn in from the first sentence and could not put it down.)
chris is hanging out with buck while theo chases eddie around the backyard when chris asks why theo doesn’t call buck Dad.
“he has a dad,” buck tells him. “and a mom. just because they’re gone doesn’t mean i’m trying to replace them.”
chris considers that for a moment and says. “you’re his buck.”
“yeah,” buck agrees. chris tries to ignore the jealousy curdling in his chest.
“like you’re my buck.” he says, trying to sound casual.
“sort of,” buck hedges.
“oh.” chris nods. “because he’s actually your son and i’m…”
“i’m his guardian,” buck says. “you have your dad, so i’ve been able to be your friend. i can’t be his friend like that.”
and. chris wasn’t expecting that. he nods, only sort of understanding.
“i have to parent him, discipline him, make him brush his teeth every day,” buck continues, voice soft. “someone else will have to spoil him, go with him to the zoo, eat too much candy with him.” buck looks intently at chris, mouth crooked in a half smile.
“me?” chris whispers.
“who else?” buck replies. “you and your dad—i hope you’ll be theo’s best friend when i have to be his parent. i want you to be his buck.”
chris nods, throat tight. his dad is in the grass now, theo clambering on top of him in victory. the kid is all sunshine and relentless energy, like buck, and the jealousy in chris’ chest softens into recognition. “okay,” he says, glancing back at buck. “but if he makes a run for it at the zoo, it’s on you.”
buck grins and pulls chris into a hug—the lingering kind chris hasn’t allowed since he entered high school. chris doesn’t pull away.
“deal,” buck says with a bright smile. “besides, it’s your dad’s job to catch theo if he runs. eddie’s the fastest runner, after all.”
Rating: Explicit just in case for violence and crime (high mature)
Word Count: 4102 words
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84783256
Summary:
"Who I am is unimportant. You have a decision to make and only a limited time to make it, before it's too late for your fellow firefighter."
Buck spares a short glance at Eddie, the sallowness of his skin and shallow raspy breaths belaying what Buck already logically knows - Eddie needs medical attention, and quickly.
"Please, he's got a son," Buck pleads.
"They always do. That has no bearing on the decision that must be made. Only one of you will be making it out of here alive and that decision will be made by you."
Wrong place, wrong time - Buck and Eddie unintentionally fall into a saw trap of life and death. A choice needs to be made and sacrifice is the aim of the game.
This was a part of the Same Prompt Challenge for the 911Writer's Discord. I chose the Ultimate Level and so needed to include the trope and two quotes.
- Forced Proximity Trope
- 'Don’t - Don’t touch it, please it hurts.'
- 'Normal people don’t go around destroying other people.'
I've had some horrendous writer's block recently so this challenge broke through the inertia for me. It's probably a bit choppy but it did the job.
Don't forget to check out the other submissions in the collection.
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“Chris,” Eddie says, nudging him. “You wanna say hi? Properly?”
Christopher flips him off, discreetly, and then to Theo he says very sweetly, “Hi, Theo.”
Buck’s heart swells to thrice the size of whatever it was, and he’s hit with a rush of love so intense he’s tearing up with it. Eddie’s no better, eyes sparkling.
“Hi,” Theo says, and then presses himself back towards Buck, clutching his spider–man tightly. “You’re Buck’s big best friend.”
Christopher grins. “I am, yeah,” he says, cheesing so hard. “You’re Buck’s tiny best friend, aren’t you?”
Theo nods shyly. “Yeah.”
Christopher holds out his hand, tilting his head. “I’m Chris,” he says, and then Buck has to fight very hard not to sob when Theo takes it, his small hand cradled perfectly in Christopher’s palm. “What’s your name?”
“Hi Kiss,” Theo says, in awe. “My name is Theo.”
all of me a wound to close (but I leave the whole thing open)
Pairing: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz (911)
Word Count: 27.7k
“Buck's mind keeps wandering back to a night spent on Eddie’s couch, which feels like it happened a couple of lifetimes ago, when Eddie had stared at the ceiling and apologized for not being able to go into his room while he was in the coma, even though he was in the hospital most of the time.
He wonders if that’s how he felt, something trapping him inside dull walls and gray floors.
Because Buck can’t move.
Can’t leave.
But he’s not sure would be able to sit by Eddie’s bed while feeling as raw as he does right now, either.
He just knows he needs to stay because Eddie and Christopher are somewhere in there, and that means he can’t go.
It feels like he’s trapped in a nightmare. He’s been in it since he noticed Eddie’s car.
He’s not even sure how long he’s been there, all he knows is the sticky feeling the rain has left on his skin.”
or
The one where Eddie and Chris get into a car crash, and I make Buck scream, cry, and throw up in no particular order.
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Bobby submitting both Buck and Eddie for the competition while Eddie was still in Texas must be the canon equivalent to the fanon of Bobby having the buddie relationship documents ready for HR in his top drawer
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