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[marz-rm]

a normal morning in the Buckley-Diaz household

edit: fixed version because I'm fucking dumb and forgot the birthmark and tatto

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[darlingirly]

Terrible Timing

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 330 | prompt: tremble

For three days, the Auror Office had been tearing London apart for Harry’s missing partner, and he had not slept a wink. 

Now, Harry was at Malfoy’s side, blasting through the restraints. Malfoy slumped forward, and Harry caught him before he hit the floor.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, gathering his trembling body carefully into his arms. “Malfoy, look at me.”

Malfoy’s eyes opened, unfocused and dulled.

“Potter,” he rasped.

“I’m here. Help’s coming.”

Malfoy blinked at him. “You look dreadful.”

Harry let out something that was almost a laugh. “You’ve been tortured for three days and you’re insulting my appearance?”

“Priorities,” Malfoy whispered, closing his eyes.

“Stay awake.”

“I’m trying. Don’t sound so bossy.”

Harry pressed his fingers to Malfoy’s throat. His pulse was there, fast and weak.

“Sorry,” Harry said. “I’ll ask nicely next time.”

“Liar.”

Harry’s hand shook where it held him. “Yeah.”

Malfoy stared up at him, breathing shallowly. His whole body kept jerking in little aftershocks.

“I thought about you,” Malfoy said.

Harry swallowed. “What?”

“I—.” Malfoy’s fingers twitched against Harry’s sleeve. “I imagined you, when the pain got too much.”

Malfoy’s eyes fluttered, and Harry tightened his arm around him.

“No. Stay with me.”

“Trying,” Malfoy said again, irritated even now. “Merlin, Potter.”

“Good. Be annoyed. That’s good.”

Malfoy gave the smallest broken huff. 

“The thought of you kept me alive,” he continued. “Without you, what do I live for?” 

“Malfoy.”

“I know. Terrible timing. Always had terrible timing.”

Harry stared at him. “Are you under Veritaserum?”

“Yes, but that means you have to believe me.”

Harry brushed his fingers through Malfoy’s hair, matted and bloodied. “I do.”

“I want you,” Malfoy said bluntly. “There. Bloody humiliating.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I do have to. That’s rather the point of truth serum, Potter.” 

Harry’s vision blurred.

“Just believe me,” Malfoy whispered. “Please.”

The door burst open. Voices filled the room as Aurors and Healers flooded in. 

Harry held onto Malfoy until they made him let go.

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

Stiles: We need to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Jackson: Probably Scott

[bererjs]

My idea for this was what if Steve and Billy left Hawkins after hearing the song by Tracy Chapman

“You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living…” Cr: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

[darlingirly]

A Severe Case of Dramaticitis

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 228 | prompt: survive

Harry held Draco’s hand, who lay pale against the pillows, hair spread around him like a halo, one hand pressed to his chest. His breathing was shallow. His eyes, usually so silver, were a glassy grey.

“Harry,” Draco whispered.

“I’m here.”

Draco’s fingers tightened weakly around his. “You have to promise me something.”

Harry’s throat closed. “Anything.”

“When I’m gone—”

“Don’t.”

“When I’m gone,” Draco repeated, devastatingly, “you must take care of Mother.”

A helpless sound broke out of Harry. He pressed Draco’s knuckles to his mouth. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Draco smiled faintly. “Always so stubborn.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” Draco’s thumb brushed Harry’s wrist. “That’s one of the many terribly irritating things I love about you.”

Harry leaned over him, heart cracking wide open. “I love you too.”

Draco’s eyes fluttered shut. “At least I can go in peace.”

Ron stood in the doorway in his Healer trainee robes, holding his clipboard, and wearing an expression of pure disdain.

“The dramatic git only has a bloody cold,” Ron said flatly, “He’s going to survive, obviously.”

Harry turned slowly back to Draco.

Draco sniffed. “That remains to be seen.”

Harry glared at him. “I thought you were actually dying!”

Draco opened one eye. “I am suffering. Now get back to telling me you love me! And Weasley, get out of the room, we were having a moment.”

[bigdumbbambieyes]

When he looks at Billy, it’s like everything he’s ever felt in his entire life is crammed tight inside his chest, making it hard to breathe.

It’s like looking at the sun. Or the flash of a camera. Maybe even the sunlight rippling off of the lake.

Either way, he can’t find the words to describe exactly how Billy makes him feel.

The flash of anger in those blue eyes, the way his canines show when he smiles just big enough, the freckles on his nose bunching together as he scrunches his face in disgust, the way his tongue runs over his teeth, the way his laugh sounds in Steve’s car, the sleepy murmur of his voice in Steve’s ear late at night, the heaviness of his limbs as they’re thrown across Steve’s body.

It’s like he’s drowning when Billy’s around.

Which is ironic, he supposes, as he thinks of those red swim shorts that come out from June to August.

And yet, when he’s gasping for air when Billy’s kissing him, he doesn’t want to be helped, or saved, or anything.

He holds his breath and closes his eyes, feels the tightness of his chest as Billy pecks at his lips and holds him close, mumbling something dirty-sweet into his ear as he grabs Steve’s ass, like he always does.

His chest has been tight and full for so long, he’s used to being short of breath, but he’s breathless when he hears Billy mumble something new.

“I think,” the blond whispers into his ear, so low that Steve can barely hear him over the buzz of nothing, “I love you.”

He feels like his ribcage is cracked, suddenly. His eyes are wide and his heart is beating quick, not fast.

Billy pulls back just enough to look him in the eye, a vulnerability there that’s poorly hidden under his usual bravado as he huffs, “And you better love me, too, or I’ll beat your ass.”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It’s startled out of him, his eyes are wet as he grins and shakes his head in amused disbelief, which makes Billy eye him.

“I love you, too,” Steve whispers, pulling the blond close.

As their lips meet again, the crack in his ribcage bursts open, and then he can finally breathe.

[verona2007]

It's always funny how Finnick realizes in the arena that Katniss really loves Peeta and that she wouldn't be of ANY help if he died

No one will ever be more stressed than him, a temporary single mother of two children who works multiple jobs trying to keep them both alive

[daffi-990]

stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong

aka rival firefighters 🚒 | buddie | chapter 10/10 | Explicit

When Eddie gets home he heads straight inside. Buck follows a minute later, the door shutting with a click that sounds too loud in the silence surrounding them. Eddie rakes his eyes up Buck’s body, hungryily drinking him in. He can’t wait to get his hands and mouth on every inch of him.

“Okay so I know we talked about this - us - at dinner but afterwards we kind of got a little bit distracted with the kissing and —”

Eddie pushes Buck against the door and crashes his lips into Buck’s, effectively cutting off his sentence. He licks into Buck’s mouth and relishes in the moan that reverberates through Buck’s chest.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to shut you up like that?” Eddie breathes into the scant space between their mouths after he breaks their kiss.

“I’m guessing probably since the day you met me.” Buck grins, a cheeky and beautiful thing that Eddie absolutely has to taste. He swoops in and captures Buck mouth again, enjoying the feeling of Buck practically melting in his arms.

“Yeah,” Eddie pants after he’s pulled away, “pretty much.”

“Mmm I bet there were other ways you imagined shutting me up” Buck says around a smirk before he’s devouring Eddie’s mouth in a kiss that has Eddie’s toes curling.

Eddie is so thoroughly distracted by the taste of Buck, by the way he is taking him apart with just his lips and tongue that he doesn’t notice Buck’s muscles tensing in preparation.

One minute they’re kissing, and then the next, photo frames are rattling as Eddie is pinned to the wall, Buck’s body caging him in as his lips seek purchase against Eddie’s neck. Eddie lets out a moan as Buck kisses and nips and sucks his way up to Eddie’s mouth, capturing Eddie’s lips in a kiss that has him seeing stars.

And then all too soon Buck is pulling away and Eddie has a complaint on the tip of his tongue but clamps down and swallows it as Buck drops to his knees.

Fuck.

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[darlingirly]

A Very Veela Problem

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 298 | prompt: bond

Harry had only had two pints, which wasn’t nearly enough to explain why he was openly staring at Draco Malfoy after weeks of trying his absolute hardest not to do exactly that at work. 

He blamed the Veela thing. Honestly, it was unfair. The long white hair spilling over Draco’s shoulders. The pale skin that seemed to shine at his throat where his collar sat open. The sharp line of his jaw. The—

“Mate,” Ron said, following Harry’s gaze. “Do you want to relax a bit? You’ve been making googly eyes at Malfoy half the night.”

Harry flushed. “What? Everyone thinks Malfoy’s fit. He’s part-Veela.”

The table went quiet.

Draco, who had been bickering with Pansy over something, looked over very slowly. “Pardon?”

Harry gestured helplessly at all of him. “Come on. The shining hair. The glimmering skin—”

“Potter.”

“—the mouth, obviously—”

“Potter!”

“What?”

“I take suppressants.”

Harry blinked. “What?”

“For the allure,” Draco said. “I have since eighth year, when I started presenting. No one here is magically compelled to find me attractive.”

Ron choked on his beer and Pansy made a small, delighted sound. Blaise sighed and handed her three Galleons.

“Oh,” Harry said.

Hermione leaned forward, eyes bright. “Actually, if Harry is perceiving Draco’s Veela traits without being influenced by allure, that might suggest a mating bond—”

Draco went completely red and looked away.

“—and judging by that reaction,” Hermione finished, crossing her arms, “Draco seems to have known.”

“Fine, I knew,” Draco snapped. “But I didn’t say anything because Potter is not obligated to—”

“I don’t feel obligated,” Harry interrupted, heart hammering. “I think I’m just… er, well, interested.”

Draco’s mouth parted.

Harry looked at Draco’s flushed cheeks and his beautiful, vaguely worried face.

Draco swallowed. “In what?”

“Dinner?” Harry said. “For a start.”

[buddiesblr]

what if buck and eddie met in peru (x.)

[s3rend1pitous]

How to handle a Buck

It's been hours of Theo running around and causing chaos around Buck's house. By the time Eddie and Chris arrive for their visit, the house looks like a series of natural disasters took place.

"Sorry guys. I completely lost track of time," he sighs when he opens the door.

Both Chris and Eddie's eyes widen at the state of Buck's house. Toys scattered on the floor, marker scribbles over the walls, building blocks lying all over, and Theo still zooming about.

"It's alright," Eddie says sympathetically. "Maybe you should go get Theo cleaned up and Chris and I can order pizza or something."

"I've tried everything, he won't budge," Buck murmurs. "I tried giving him a bath earlier but after less than 5 minutes, there was more water on the floor than in the bath."

Eddie's eyes trail over Buck's exhausted state, "Okay new plan. How about you go and get pizza to clear your mind a bit while Chris and I watch after Theo?"

"No, no, it's fine. I'm fine," Buck shakes his head.

"Well you look horrible," Chris comments.

"Thanks, bud," Buck murmurs. "Okay, fine. I'll go get dinner. But if there's anything - just call me and I'll come back."

"Don't worry, we've got this," Eddie reassures.

Buck takes about half an hour to get back home after grabbing dinner for everyone.

When he places the key in the lock, the house sounds suspiciously quiet. Part of him wonders whether Theo managed to lore Eddie and Chris into a plan to jump out and scare him when he steps inside. Who could say no to that cute face?

However when he opens the door, he's met with the last thing he expected.

All the toys are packed away, the walls are free of scribbled drawings, and Theo is sat in his pjs next to Chris watching a cartoon Buck doesn't recognize.

Eddie emerges from the kitchen with a sippy cup filled with what looks like juice.

"How did you-" Buck frowns, gesturing to Theo.

"C'mon, Buck. I've had years of practice," Eddie shrugs.

"Chris never acts like this though," Buck says in confusion.

"Who said I was referring to Chris?" he raises a brow. "I'm talking about you."

Buck narrows his eyes in slight offense.

"Narrow your eyes at me all you want, Buckley. That kid is exactly like you. And by now I'm basically a professional in knowing how to handle a Buck," he winks.

[spottyshelves]

Lost Without You 27k

Mature

2022

The what

Buck is a prince under a curse and he’s running out of time before it locks in place and he’s lost forever. His sister still holds out hope that the curse can be broken and when they find Eddie they maybe have a chance.

The question is does Eddie have enough magic to be the one to break the curse and save him and do they have enough time.

The why

Now this one I do remember why. It was my first fic for a challenge set by the lovely and talented @ronordmann and the first time I was brave enough to take on a fic challenge. It even had a deadline! I chose the theme and some colours I think and a line of dialogue then Ro made the cover.

We ended you with Fairy Tale/Magical Buddie AU inspired by Ronordmann’s reverse prompt challenge. Also my first AU and original plotting. I’m still very proud of it. It’s different and creative and I also remember being driving and suddenly getting the idea of how to get Buck out of his curse and I was so pleased with myself. It was a very good idea 😂

Also please enjoy this commission by the super talented jayhsketch

[spotsandsocks]

Another fic on the shelf and one of my more niche offerings 😂 it’s my curse to want to write fantasy au in a fandom where people don’t much care for aus in general and even less for fantasy ones 😂😂😂 I hadn’t even gotten into the dragons yet either so much fun was in my future and I didn’t even know

This started my love of AUs and is still one I’m super proud of

[sassay-fox]

Gardens are a Cut Throat Business [so is love]

Cover for my WIP for Gardener Buck AU

[gay-space-diaries]

“C’mon, Theo,” Buck pleads, a slight strain towards the edge of his voice, “Broccoli's good for you. I know you want to eat the yummy broccoli.” Waving the fork in front of Theo, Buck makes some airplane noises because he thinks that’s how you’re supposed to get kids to eat their vegetables. He hasn’t had time to properly wiki it yet.

But Theo stubbornly shakes his head. His mouth is clamped so tight that his whole face scrunches up. Buck would call it adorable if he wasn’t at his wits’ end.

“Hey, Theo,” Eddie says as he walks out of Buck's kitchen, previously busy washing the dishes since Buck cooked dinner. He dries his hands on a dish towel he throws over his shoulder as he crouches down to meet Theo's height on the chair. “Would you try the broccoli for me?”

Theo stares at Eddie for a moment, probably mirroring Buck's expression of wide-eyed confusion and slight awe. It doesn’t take him long to debate his options before he nods and says, “Okay,” while grabbing the fork from Buck’s outstretched hand and shovels the broccoli into his mouth.

Eddie beams. “Good job, buddy.”

Theo cheeses a big grin, proud when he opens his empty mouth to reveal he ate it all and it’s not hidden under his tongue.

Buck’s own mouth falls open. What the hell? Theo folds immediately after Eddie asks nicely? Do you know how many times Buck has asked Theo nicely to finish his dinner? “Traitors, both of you,” he mumbles, mostly to Eddie, “That’s just not fair.”

Ruffling Theo’s hair, Eddie laughs as he turns his attention onto Buck, eyes gleaming—fully and completely unaware of Buck’s heart skipping a beat. “Maybe next time, bud.”

Buck really can’t fault Theo at all. Who wouldn’t do anything because Eddie asked? Peas in a pod is what they are and Eddie knows it too well.

Buck’s life just got slightly more dangerous.

[911onabcbts]

Ryan Guzman and Oliver Stark share their favorite buddy comedy movie 😉

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[aoebuddie]

Allies or Enemies by runechesters on AO3

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/ Eddie Diaz Rating: M Type: Hunger Games AU Tags: enemies-to-friend-to-lovers, slow burn, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort

Chapter 13: The Games Begin

To be posted on 10th March 2026...

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