what's that? posting two wednesdays in a row? hell yeahhh look at me go! I'm trying to poke steadily at this one thing to see if I can finish something for @btmonsterfuckermonday but we'll see!
I was tagged by the wonderful @queerasbuck @trombonechurchill @beanarie @owlgirl495 @rcmclachlan @chimneyz @firehose118 @thegingerparty @chococara25 @leashybebes. tagging you all right back, along with @screamlet @epiphainie @sugarpenchant @geddyqueer @corporatebanana @ambernotember @apollabarnes @wee-fuckin-woo and whoever else has something to share, especially if it's a lil monstrous.
from keep the streets empty aka post-tsunami vampire buck. takes place a little before this.
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It's raining, and Buck is faced with the odd experience of being cold in theory. His shirt is damp and clinging, and his hair is dripping into his neck and it sends shivers down his spine and makes his hair stand on end, but when he picks his way across the wet rocks just off the trail as if it's second nature, when he ducks into the small cavern and he really stops to feel, he's… fine. And once he realizes that, his body stops shivering and he shakes out his hair and peels off his shirt to wring it out and it's. Fine. He's not warm, he's not really cold either. He's just. Fine.
It's a lot like when he realized he didn't really need to breathe, was doing it more out of habit than anything else, but with less completely pointless panic-induced hyperventilation. Some things become a habit when you do them for over thirty years, apparently. Even if they're no longer strictly necessary.
He flexes his rain-pruned fingers, rubs his arms. His skin feels cool to the touch, maybe? He has to be paying attention to notice.
It is easier to pay attention here, now, with the rain falling like a sensory blackout curtain outside. It makes the world less — loud. The rain is louder than what he's fairly certain by now is Angeles National Forest, sure, but it's just the one sound, no chirping or rustling or laughter in the distance. There is no hot blood outside calling to him, no damp skin but his own, no exhalations of hikers or panting of dogs. It's just the smell of wet earth and whatever else still lingers in his little hideaway. It feels a little lonely, maybe, like turning off a too-loud TV in a dark room. But man, does it go a long way to soothe that restless itch.
He'd feel even better if he wasn't still hungry, but he'll take what he can get.
for day 7 of @bucktommyweek - I couldn't decide what to write so I outsourced and got sick!fic from @beanarie, neck kisses from @trombonechurchill and vampire encouragement from @apollabarnes @setmeatopthepyre and @geddyqueer
1000 words, rating: g, sick!fic, neck kisses (loosely), vampire!buck, au
read below or on ao3
Tommy slipped into Evan’s place, closing the door carefully behind him. He slipped his shoes off by the front door before detouring to the kitchen to get a drink pack out of the fridge, then heading to Evan’s bedroom.
The blinds were closed and Evan was a lump under the blankets. He set the drink pack on the bedside table, then took off his flannel and his jeans, leaving him in a tee shirt and boxers before sliding into bed.
“Evan,” he said quietly, scooting close and running his hand up and down Evan’s arm. “Time to wake up.”
“Mmm?” Evan grumbled sleepily, turning his head slightly towards the sound of Tommy’s voice.
“Time to wake up,” Tommy repeated, a little louder.
Evan’s eyes slowly blinked open, his expression slightly startled as he took in Tommy.
“Think you can drink something?” Tommy asked. He waited for Evan to nod before grabbing the drink pack, carefully poking the straw in, making sure not to drip on Evan’s sheets.
He held it for Evan as he drank, pleased with the way the colour returned to Evan’s face. Evan finished it with a dramatic slurp, releasing the straw so Tommy could throw it out.
Tommy wiped a ruby red drop from Evan’s bottom lip with his thumb, letting Evan lick it off.
“What are you doing here?” Evan asked sleepily. “I thought you were on shift.”
“Hen called me,” Tommy said, laying down. “And I’d already used up my flight hours — we were busy, I’ll tell you about it later — so Melton didn’t mind letting me go early.”
“Yay for me,” Evan pulled him closer, nuzzling his face into the non-existent space between the pillow and Tommy’s neck.
Tommy held back a laugh as Evan squished himself closer, pushing Tommy onto his back so he could drape himself over Tommy like a weighted blanket. Evan pressed his face into Tommy’s neck again, inhaling deeply a few times before appearing to drift off again.
Tommy held Evan in place against him with one hand, running the other lightly up and down his spine. He yawned, starting to drift off himself.
He was nearly asleep when he was jolted awake by Evan trying to push him out of the bed.
“Wha— ?” Tommy started, trying to get his bearings and stop himself from falling on the floor.
“You shouldn’t be here!” Evan’s eyes were wild, his voice full of panic. He looked like he was gulping down air, hands shaking. Tommy knew that look, had seen it before at plenty of accident sites. “You need to go, you have to leave!”
“Evan,” Tommy said calmly, slowly positioning himself so he wasn’t on the verge of falling out of the bed, “it’s okay. I’m not going to leave. You’re okay, I’m okay. I promise.”
Evan clenched his hands into fists to stop the shaking. “You should leave, you shouldn’t be here.” A tear fell before he could stop it, and he sniffled. “You shouldn’t be here,” he repeated, curling in on himself on his side of the bed.
“Evan, it’s okay,” Tommy promised.
“It’s not,” Evan insisted. “The — every case is different. Who knows how I’m going to react?”
“I know that Hen wouldn’t have brought you home if you weren’t okay.” Tommy said, reaching out for Evan’s hand, but leaving it up to him to close that final gap. “That she got rid of any of the blood at the station from the same donor. And checked your fridge here. And gave you fresh blood.”
“Yeah, but,” Evan sniffled, his fingers inching out towards Tommy’s, but stopping short of touching them. “I could hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me,” Tommy hoped Evan could hear the confidence in his voice as well as his steady heartbeat. “I’m always safe with you Evan.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” Evan argued, looking up.
“Yes I can.” Tommy smiled at him. “It’s you.”
“You have no sense of self preservation,” Evan told him as he took Tommy’s hand.
“This coming from you,” Tommy snorted, laying back down and pulling Evan on top of him. “Go back to sleep.”
Evan lets himself be moved, tucking his face back into Tommy’s neck. “What kind of vampire gets blood poisoning?” he scoffed, words muffled against Tommy’s skin.
“Same kind of vampire that tries to throw his boyfriend out of bed?” Tommy guessed. “I mean, it’s basically a vampire flu, right?”
“Hen said they probably had something I’m allergic to in their bloodstream when they donated,” Evan said.
“So we’ll be careful,” Tommy said, running his hands through Evan’s hair and playing with his messy curls. “You should let me donate more.”
“You’re my boyfriend, not a blood bag.”
Tommy can hear the scowl in his voice. “I’m offering,” Tommy tugged on a curl. “I want to.”
“I’ll consider it.” Evan said grudgingly.
Tommy tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Evan. “What about now?”
“I’m good,” Evan said, but Tommy felt him bite down gently on his neck anyways.
“Just want to make sure I have to wear my collared shirt for a few days?” Tommy teased.
“You know I can hear your blood moving?” Evan said. “I can feel your pulse but I can hear it too. I can follow a drop of blood through your body.”
Tommy felt his pulse quicken at that.
“Yeah, like that,” Evan murmured, kissing the bite. “Doesn’t that, I dunno, freak you out?”
“No,” Tommy said honestly. “Should it?”
“Someone knowing everything about you? Yeah, probably.”
“But it’s you.”
“You said that already.” Evan bit him again, harder this time. He licked the spot soothingly.
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” Tommy said warningly.
“Oh, I’ll make sure we finish,” Evan said, trailing his lips along Tommy’s neck, detouring to lick at the hollow of his throat before leaning across to the other side of his neck to work on a matching bruise.
Tommy laughed and held Evan's face against his neck.
Eddie scowls and glares at Buck, "I'm not a fucking dog!"
"A wolf is a relative of a dog."
"I'm a werewolf. I'm also human."
"You're also eating too many chocolates." Buck counters, tossing the chocolate bar back into the box and closing it. "You need more greens."
"I am fine."
"You're not. And neither am I." Buck faces Eddie fully, crossing his arms against his chest, "Your blood is sweeter than sugar, Eddie. I cannot handle it. I'm going to get a cavity."
"Can vampires get cavities?"
"We're going to find out if you keep eating all of the chocolate in this house. The chocolate we bought for the trick or treaters, might I add." Buck drawls. "Not for you to inhale."
"But--"
"No."
"Buck!"
"Eddie!"
"We aren't doing this again." Eddie scowls, "I didn't even eat half a box."
Buck's mouth twitches, "Eddie, sweetheart, we bought that box last night."
"Okay. Well. I mean..."
"And when I fed from you this morning, I swear I got a sugar rush. Your blood is bordering on disgustingly sweet, babe."
"You love my blood."
"Yeah, but this isn't your blood." Buck lifts an eyebrow, "What does Alpha think?"
Eddie's scowl grows heavier, "He doesn't get an opinion."
"Even the wolf wants a salad, doesn't he?"
"We aren't talking about him!"
Buck laughs, "I can't believe that even your wolf is craving something green! He's the one who demands we buy steaks in bulk."
"He likes meat."
"And right now he'd like a salad." Buck's hand darts out quickly, snatching the box of chocolates that Eddie had been reaching for, "Not more chocolate."
"But they're goooood." Eddie whines, hand outstretched on the counter still. "One more bite."
"After a salad. Or three."
"You're so mean."
"Yes," Buck drawls, "I'm a mean and cruel boyfriend who cares about your health."
"Please," Eddie scoffs, "You just want my blood to be less sweet."
"Okay, that too." Buck nods, tapping the top of the box, "Unless you'd rather I get blood from a blood bank..."
The growl rumbles from Eddie's chest, "No. You only drink my blood."
"Then," Buck steps forward, into Eddie's space, and leans in, pecking Eddie swiftly on the lips, "eat a salad. And no more chocolate."
Picking the box up, Buck spins around and walks out of the kitchen.
"You know I can just go buy more!" Eddie calls after him.
"You buy more chocolate and candy," Buck calls from elsewhere, "I buy blood!"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When Eddie realises his best friend doesn't have a pulse, he doesn’t even consider vampirism as an option for a possible explanation. But alas, the universe had to reprimand him somehow for being the only one at the 118 who adamantly refuses to believe in the supernatural. So, of course, he finds out that Buck is a vampire.
lingering hugs + crying into their shoulder + listening to someone's heartbeat
I'm so sorry this took so fucking long to put out!!! I was working on my big bang! Hope you enjoy ~
[ao3 link]
And listen, he’s been in car accidents before. In cars, on bikes, as a pedestrian. That one god-awful time he’d been in the fire engine and then suddenly underneath it...
He knows what it feels like to be struck by a mass of moving metal and fibreglass. This is not that.
He goes down like a sack of potatoes, not expecting the sudden change in his equilibrium and therefore not braced for it. He can hear a few of the drunk girls scream, and Eddie’s own call of “Buck!” from behind him but he’s too busy being slammed into the asphalt.
His head snaps back and pain blooms behind his eyes.
He’s still trying to blink himself back into focus, which is why he doesn’t notice that the thing that took him down is still on top of him.
Except, it’s not a thing so much as a who.
And it’s not a who so much as a what.
Buck gets bit on a call and seeks out Eddie for comfort.
Vampire!Buck munching on cardboard because it feels kinda good
Eddie: Wtf are you doing Buck?
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Well that had just put a big smile on my face thank you - and now beloved anon I hope you read this and enjoy (based in same universe as my recent vamp! Buck fic.
“Can I have this?”
Eddie looks over his shoulder to see Buck holding up the box that Christopher’s new trainers got delivered in.
It’s an innocent enough request Buck must need to post something, so he says yes. Why wouldn’t he, it’s good to recycle after all.
It’s odd though because he spots it the next time he’s at Buck’s loft in the recycling bin. It’s definitely the same one because it has the same logo on it. Except it now has several dozen little puncture marks along the edges. Odd but not anything particularly worrying.
Except he finds the same puncture marks on not one but two boxes in the storage closet at the station the following week and then again in a cereal box in his own recycling bin. That one’s been shoved down to the bottom but the wind caught him as he was carrying it all out to the bins so he ended up collecting cardboard and paper from his front yard and staring at the now familiar marks in his own cereal box that he knew he hadn’t put there. It can’t be mice, the bite marks are too big, and that’s what they are bite marks. It looks like a cat has been chewing along the edge, he doesn’t have a cat though. What he does have is a vampire for a boyfriend. A theory starts to form along with a plan to get to the bottom of this little mystery.
He starts leaving out more boxes at home and at Buck’s, also at work to test the theory.
It’s not untill he’s letting himself into Buck’s loft that he gets to the bottom of it. As he walks in he catches sight of Buck behind his kitchen island, the door opening has his boyfriend jumping half way into the sky and spinning so his back is to the door. He had something in his hand. Eddie just catches the sound of something firm but not heavy hitting the ground as Buck turns back around, the perfect picture of guilt.
Trying not to sound too amused he asks his boyfriend casually“what ya doing?”
“Nothing.”
Eddie is well versed in “Buck” and that nothing was definitely a something.
He wanders over until he’s on the same side of the island and he’s looking down at their feet while Buck is looking anywhere but.
On the floor between them is a cardboard box. Eddie stares at his competition.
“Well I can’t say I’d expected to be replaced by the recycling.”
Buck pushes his shoulder with a roll of his eyes and a quiet “shut up” He’s a delightful shade of pink so he must have fed recently.
“Is this another stupid diet?”
Eddie manages to keep a straight face and is rewarded with the reaction he’d hoped for.
“Fuck off! That was a food plan!”
Eddie gives into the grin. “Sure thing baby, and the cardboard is???”
“I just like it ok. It feels good, fun. I like punching the little holes”
Eddie almost loses it when Buck makes a little biting gesture to demonstrate.
“Do you now?”
“Yeah.” Buck shrugs half a smile on his face, “I like making patterns. “
Eddie nods with an amused pout as he starts to unpack the shopping he’d brought over so they could cook, “ok then, don’t let me stop you, nibble away Picasso. ”
Buck scoops to pick up the box and toses it towards the recycling. “You’re hilarious- really”
“At least I know what to get you for Christmas this year.” Eddie smirks at the response.
“Don’t you dare!”
He does dare and gets his ridiculous adorable vampire boyfriend a range of cardboard boxes of various sizes, types and construction for Christmas. Buck pulls a face and throws a pillow at him when he opens his gift but his eyes light up anyway and he starts a range of experiments that keep him happy for hours as he works through the different textures to find out which ones are his favourite.
Eddie watches with a fond and indulgent smile. Chris shakes his head in despair and Buck with a delighted grin finally declares that a medium weight corrugated cardboard provides the superior biting experience by far; at least in terms of cardboard.
He makes it perfectly clear later that his top favourite thing to bite is still Eddie.
