#Prince Buck au

[spotsandsocks]

Good Knight Sweet Prince update! (104.5k)

14/20 is now out (8.2k) hope you enjoy 💕

At sixteen Prince Evan’s life becomes entangled with a young man who wants to be a Knight. Their friendship grows and changes over the years, as they’re separated and reunited over time and eventually they find out what they really mean to each other, but a Knight and Prince have very different destinies how can they ever be together?

Chapter 14 8.2k Spoiler snippet under cut

They arrive at the lake the sun low in the sky. Buck starts pacing as soon as he’s off his horse.  Hen however takes a spot on the floor, sitting and waiting quite calmly. He doesn’t know how she can do that, just sit there like everything’s fine. He can’t believe Calenth has been so reckless as to come here. He had no idea what he’d find, if there’d be anywhere to hide himself. Not to mention the actual flight north, even the thought of Cal in the sky where anyone could see him makes his blood run cold. He just can’t have anything happen to him. 

Time passes slower, the pacing isn’t helping calm him much instead his worry is building minute by minute. Cal hasn’t called out yet and it’s been ages since they arrived. Already on edge and worried he becomes more and more  convinced that  something bad has happened to the dragon.

It takes almost another hour before there’s any sign of the brown menace who’s got  his nerves on edge and by that time all he feels is relief when the air shifts and he spins round. He gaps at the sight, this is the first time he’s seeing Calenth in the sky.  He looks big, the sky had been empty just seconds ago, Calenth’s just appeared out of nowhere, like the other dragons had.  He’s hovering now, he looks so graceful in the sky, Buck’s mouth falls open as he watches in awe. His landing however is slightly less elegant. He comes down with a thud and a wobble that  makes the ground shake. His wings fold down and Calenth’s head swings towards him. 

Hello  

The dragon sounds a little sheepish as he should and all of Buck’s worries and frustrations explode.

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie wip #911 fox #buddie fic #911 fic #911fic #Prince Buck au #Prince!au #medieval au #knight que #911 on fox #911 abc #Buddie au #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #911 fanfiction #911 fanfic

[loserdiaz]

king of my heart 👀 oh hello what is this?

hi molly! so glad you asked, actually ksjsks

it's my prince buck au and i have a little snippet to share i think.

Eddie would not recommend that anyone fall in love with a prince. It is, objectively speaking, a terrible idea. It can only end in heartbreak and it’s not worth it. Except it totally is, of course. But it's so stupid, feeling the way he does, because the first thing Eddie learns about Buck is that he's going to marry someone someday— preferably a nice girl, from a wealthy family and good reputation. It’s the first thing that Queen Margaret told him when she hired Eddie to protect his son— or more like, to make sure her son doesn't get in trouble. Eddie thought it'd be perfect. The job pays extremely well, he's far away from his parents and he can give Chris a comfortable, nice life. Except, is not easy to be the personal bodyguard of one Evan Buckley. The guy is reckless, pulling stupid stunt after other to mostly piss off his parents. He's too cocky for his own good, stubborn to a fault and he makes Eddie's job harder than it needs to be. Evan Buckley is a pain in his ass, if he's being completely honest. And yet… Eddie went and fell in love with him.

#prince buck au #bigfootsmom #april gets mail 💌 #april answers

[watchyourbuck]

hey sofia! how are you? any new wips you have that you could a sneak peak for? any old ones you miss working on? have a good day!

omg stop i love this question!! hi nonny!! im oki, just busy<3 how are you?? also yes!! ill share a lil smth of each °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

so as for new wips, im working on a stablished buddietommy fic that should be ready on tuesday if all goes well

Buck made a sound at that, hiding in Eddie’s neck. He placed a few lazy kisses right under his pulse point, relishing in the little mewl it got him. “What time is it?” “Late enough to get on with the day,” Eddie whispered, glancing at Tommy from over Buck’s frame. He was still asleep, covered to his pits. So, that’s who’d taken the sheets. “Want any breakfast?”

i also have an abandoned buddie fic (jealous + getting together). idk whether to continue, what do you think?

Putting the phone down, an idea brew deep down. It’s not like he’d encourage himself to pursue it, but these days his free will was dauntingly compromised. He swallowed. This could go one of two ways, and he wasn’t very keen on finding out which. However, the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. His pleasure wasn’t his own anymore, and giving away the one part of himself he could control could do the trick. To forget, to move on. Move on from Eddie.

concerning wips that i have paused we have murder husbands, which i swear im getting back to. heres a snippy from chapter 4

He swallowed, the man’s spit running down his throat and out the corners of his mouth. Messily. “Fuck me,” he urged; demanded. Buck’s right hand flew up, covering half his face with it. He felt the back of his eyes tense. Too much pressure. “I don’t take orders from you.”

and my absolute love love baby wip which is the prince au (snippy from chapter 3):

The stranger was slightly shorter than the Prince, dressed in proper, yet not elegant enough attire to be a royal. His hair was darker than night, and so were his eyes, although what stood apart the most was the overwhelming worry on them. His hand traveled from the Prince’s upper arm to his forearm, then back up. Then Edmundo put his head on the man’s shoulder.

id also share something from Arcane3 (the build a fic game fic - see pinned post on my blog), but this post is already entirely too long so sdfghj thank you for ur ask i truly enjoyed answering <33 MHAW

tagging a few besties! take this as my friday tag game! @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie-im-bi @babybibuck @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunshinediaz @hoodie-buck @buckleyobsessed @bucksbirthmark @urfactual @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @bigfootsmom @tizniz @spotsandsocks @devirnis @bidisasterevankinard @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @firemedicdiaz @kitteneddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @cal-daisies-and-briars @elvensorceress @daffi-990 @neverevan (let me know if you wish to be removed!)

#911 fox #911 #911 tv show #buddie #evan buckley #911 abc #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 spoilers #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 on abc #911 show #911 season 7 #911 wip #murder husbands #knives to the chest (and into my heart) #prince au #buddietommy

[the-likesofus]

FIRST💙💙💙

First two(-ish) lines from the Buddie Pirate AU for you my darling xx

The sea breeze gushes into the conservatory and swirls past Madeline's swishing skirts as she rushes through the door.

"I am leaving tonight." She announces. There's a firm set to her shoulders and a proud lift to her chin that Evan hasn't seen in years. "I will not do it anymore, I refuse to die in that house and he will surely kill me if I stay."

no excuses writing meme

#meegs writes stuff #buddie pirate au #buddie #buddie fic #ask meegs #ask games #911 fox #prince-buck-diaz

[seekeurs]

In every part of you, I drown.

a short plotless medieval royal!buddie au .

also known as a week of mind-numbing work and buck has been on my mind. trigger warning: mentions of blood, depictions of dysfunctional families & low self-esteem.

Water under his tongue, salty and it burns seconds before he chokes, lump caressing the strained flesh of his throat and it drips down his lips like the ghosting teardrops.

“Evan,” there’s a low sigh, he doesn’t need to look to see those pinched lips but he does anyway. A creature of habit. “Manners , please.”

He inclines his head in apology, between the shadows that flutter on their silver plates and the soft clink of his father’s goblet on the wood. A small sheepish smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, as the candles flicker against the wax, and his skin itches beneath his sleeves ( it’s salty , mother , his lungs scream , just like before ). 

Silk, a deep blue flattening against his chest, a birthday gift from his sister for his nineteenth and it still fits , eight years passing as it still crinkles the same way, a thin thread hanging from the edge of the cuff. It was also not the outfit that had been chosen for him, requested by his mother, but her voice did not share the brittle edge it might have done if they didn’t have guests. At least she was seeing him, caught in the low glow of the flames, it could not shine through him here. 

A brush over the tip of his shoe, his leg almost jerks, a flinch that rolls through his muscles and pools away with the tension as it becomes a pulse pressing down on to his foot. His palm descends to his thigh before he has even registered the grip, fingertips pushing into the thrumming nerves, and he swallows hard. 

A hesitant glance up over the long, but blessedly thin wood and platters of fruit, those eyes are watching him. Dark brown,  Eddie's eyes, soft, and furrowed, and the pressure on his foot falls away with a gentle nudge. 

( two households both alike in dignity, and all that ) 

“I must say, Prince Edmund-”

“It’s Edmundo,” his fork clicks against his teeth, murmuring softly, and his mother’s eyes narrow, as Queen Margaret brushes over them like the glaze in wine-soaked eyes. But a mistake it was not, no fumble of her tongue no matter how her wrist gestures lightly to her goblet, like an airy joke she never quite says. 

Dark brown, they're back, like ripples on his skin. Drawing the air from his lungs in every capacity and his palm splays further across his thigh, jaw tightening. He’s not angry, now, neither seeing or seeking judgment beneath them ( ‘ you know, we’re not here to be enemies, that's the whole point of this trip.’ like he didn’t know that, like it was easy ), not since the flood, and the river, and little Christopher. 

Before then too, if he’s willing to admit it, when they rode out to to help Sir Robert. 

“I had not expected your Madre to be so agreeable.” 

Eddie blinks, a line of tension working its way between his shoulders, and seems to straighten a fraction more. Evan didn’t think it could be any straighter ( always proven wrong ). 

“Agreeable?”

There’s a hint to his tone that King Phillip catches. A sharp flicker up from the bones of his plate, slowly, methodically working through the meat with a precise number of chews, letting the idyl conversation slip by from the other end of the table. Until he wasn’t, like a needle finding a pinpoint, he jumps in. 

A brilliance in diplomacy, damage control. 

“Indeed, it is a mother’s instinct to protect their children, we only thought she might have preferred you home, rather than to venture out so soon after that disastrous flooding.”

 Eddie’s eyes jump down, glancing between the two with an unreadable expression. 

Evan doesn’t buy it, he knows exactly what his mother was thinking, and a small vindictive part of him dearly hopes that Eddie too, sees behind the washed-out fabrics of their politeness. But then, he's not supposed to buy it, they spare little time caring for what he knows. 

“I did not bring my son for that very reason.” Eddie offers, leaning back in his chair, letting the tension smoothen out from his muscles, balancing the fork delicately between his middle and forefinger. 

Redirect. Smart. 

Manners of conversation always win out. He wasn’t afforded that civilness. 

He remembers being younger, wondering if everyone could feel their tension, like bruises painted in the air around their skin, always feeding into the wrong things - he never said the right things. Could they feel it too? Their eyes were discarded to their plates or shoes, never to comment on the inner workings of the royal Buckleys. did they laugh in their homes about the shattered visage they could clearly see through, or was it just Evan who felt so exposed between the cracks? 

“How is the dear one?” Margaret falls for the bait, and Eddie falls back into his comfort zone.

“Good, he’s been obsessed with horses lately,” a small, fond smile peeking at the edges of his lips as the pressure returns to his foot, a faint push down, and then it withdraws, and Evan relaxes his fingers. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

Let it be said by him first, Prince Edmundo has such nice eyes. And if that is one thing history remembered him for, Evan could live with that. 

“Thank who?” Philip asks politely, brow furrowing. 

“Evan. He’s the reason Christopher is interested in them, and honestly, I can’t thank you enough. We took him out riding the other day.”

The light on Eddie’s face is enough to make his chest swell, a warm blush flooding along his cheeks. 

“We’ve seen Christopher ride before?” 

‘Not on his own.”

The air leaves his lungs. First, its every scenario under the sun, ever fall, ever crack, ever possible reason Chris could have bled leaps across his mind. And then, then it's the look, slightly wet, crooked smile, like the whole world tilts just before him, and it’s Eddie keeping him in balance. 

( it worked . he did something right ) 

He exhales, a low shudder in his chest. 

“On his own?”

Almost a whisper, leaning forwards, desperation licking at his heels, and for once he does not care that his mother would most definitely disagree with his display of emotion, the rawness clawing up in his throat. But Eddie, Eddie just grins, this frazzled, goofy smile, like he’s been waiting to tell him that all day. 

And it strikes him in his chest that, knowing Eddie, he probably had. 

“We were all there of course, he didn’t do much more than trot, but he was so happy Evan.”

Another shuddering breath, as the candles flicker warm flames over Eddie’s glowing face, blurring just slightly at the edges with water glistening under his eyelashes. For a second, it was just them and their gaze in the room. 

King Phillip clears his throat, and he falls back into his chair, pretending not to notice his mother’s frown as he swipes a hand over his eyes. 

Faint music drifts from the other side of the doors, braced against the balcony not hiding not hiding not hiding.

“Hiding?”

He almost jerks, fingers tightening on the stone, neck aching as his head swings round and oh. 

It's (just) Eddie. 

Prince Edmundo with his warm smile, like a soft summer breeze and a touch of dawn, like dreams, and ghosts in his eyes that smoothen out as the stars in disarray gleam in the evening air. Prince Edmundo, whose thumb brushes over his knuckle, a slight hesitancy as he rocks back on the balls of his feet - is this okay?

Evan presses his knuckle up, just a little, bumping against the palm of Eddie’s hand, as it smoothes fully over the thin scratches still healing on the back of his hand. The heat of blood, and the cool balcony, smothered under stars and yet not, out from the looming shadows of the castle.

“I..”

Lips heavy, throat dry, a thousand words flooding into his mouth and fumbles over themselves to answer. But they’re so close, two open wounds pushing up against each other to keep the pressure on, closing each other up until the blood stops flowing, faded bruises of restless winds and soft kisses. 

Soft kisses. God he wishes . 

“I’d hide too.” Eddie murmurs knowingly, lips twitching, breeze ruffling his hair. They’re so close, he could touch it. 

“I’m sorry,” Evan breathes instead, looking away, over the ridges of the two splayed out below and the treeline, to the moon just peeking in the distance. 

“For what?”

‘Them.”

Eddie’s fingers disappear, a soft vacant cold left in their wake and he squashes the lurch of disappointment from his chest. 

“They aren’t your mistake to make up for, Buckley.”

Warm breath ghosting his ear, and a graze, slightly ticklish, grinds his teeth as his skin thrums strangely, and that same warm palm circles around his elbow. 

“And you are not theirs, either.”

Was he that obvious?

“Still,” he swallows, carefully shifting his eyes back to Eddie, just below his chin, nothislips, lump burning in his throat. “Sorry.”

There’s a soft sigh, and a squeeze against his arm. 

“I leave tomorrow at noon.”

He knows this, it was just a short visit, one night nothing more. Evan still didn’t quite know why, but he liked it, that buzzing in his chest because Eddie wanted to visit him. Not just see him in passing like so many others. He leans in, tipping his head forwards pressing against Eddie’s, skin yearning for the heat of contact, and closes his eyes. His breath catches. A nervous whisper cowering in his throat, it's a wonder Eddie even hears it. 

“Stay.”

A palm cupping his cheek. 

“Carino, I can’t.”

He hates the water prickling behind his eyes more than anything in the world. 

“But,” his breath stutters in his throat, lips brushing over his, he dare not open his eyes. “You could come with me?”

“They’d never allow it.”

“Don’t ask.” Eddie’s soft whisper, and then, even softer lips, gentle, like fallen petals catching in the wind, and cinnamon, a pleasant taste of chance ever bottled in that moment. 

“I won’t.” He takes the leap. 

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #buck x eddie #buddie au #buddie fanfic #evan buckley fanfic #buck owns my heart #neptunes royal buddie au #neptunesbuck #i only found 911 this year on disney plus and promptly binged all of it so #sorry if any of this seems out of character #but the timeline is slightly different here #both eddie and buck are princes from neighbouring kingdoms #i am also thinking about spider verse!buck . singer!buck and possibly writing some actual canon related stuff #buddie 911 #911 fanfic #911 fandom #evan buck buckely

[dejwrites]

( 𝟽𝟽𝟽 ) ⸻ pretty mouth, pretty girl !

before reading please be advised of the following — female reader, female antomy described, reader is black coded (descriptors included), modern au/non curse au, usage of spit, titty fucking, established relationship (reader & choso are dating), this fic belonged to another character but i gave it to my pookie, enjoy !

The coolness of the silver rings that decorate his fingers touched his lips as he was in deep thought. He liked you. Correction, he was pretty sure he was in love with you.  He liked the way your tongue licked the wrapping paper when you two smoked in your favorite spot after a joyride on his motorcycle. He liked how you lathered your lips in whatever lip gloss was in your miniature purse that could only fit a piece of candy and probably about two other things. He enjoyed how you talked—your voice like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning. He enjoys the sun bouncing off your brown skin, giving it a perfect glow—like a spec of gold was sprinkled on it.

 Choso enjoyed how your coils fell in your face after a successful attempt at whatever hairstyle that had his oversized t-shirt you wore the night before drenched in water and hair products. He loved that you got along with his brother Yuji Itadori; former flings couldn’t tolerate the pinked-haired male. But you, you seem actually to be able to have a conversation with him—so any stamp of approval from Yuji was huge for Itadori. He can go on and on—create countless Apple notes checklists about what he liked, cherished, and loved about you. But nothing beats the one thing that had his cock twitching in anticipation.

The way you looked up at him when you were on your knees.

Your plush, plump lips are swollen from kissing. Your knees are bruised from the wooden floors below your body—Choso forgot to put a pillow down. But he was sure he’d put a bandaid and clean up the bruises late on, but right now, he wanted to focus on you. Your pretty manicured hands holding your tits tightly together with his cock wedged in between them. The lewd, wet sound of the spit he hawked down on them and the lube he found me in his nightstand was like music to his ears. His burning ears felt so hot that he could have been running a fever.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Choso whined while his hips bucked upward several times. He wanted to touch you some more badly, but if he did—he’d come so quickly.

“Like what?” You questioned as your mouth gasped open just in time for thrust forward in between your boobs and your tongue to brush against the slit on his pink-shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Being sure to let your tongue briefly brush against the silver hoop that created his Prince Albert piercing.

“Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you after this.” He grunted through broken whines as he increased the movement of his hips. He was bucking so recklessly that it was causing you to fall backward just a bit.

Your hand grasped at his toned thighs to stop him briefly, “Slow down! You’re going to make me fall.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and instantly his cheeks fade to a crimson color in not only humiliation but the fact that he is about to cum.

“I’m sorry. I told you to stop making that fuckin’ face, and you just do it.” Choso says, his teeth nip on his lower lip. If he could, he would bite his lip off in embarrassment.

“I can’t help it that my face makes you about to come,” You respond before you grasp at the bottle of lube that is next to your body. You opened it, lathering it between your tits, and now grasped upon them tighter. “Now, you might want to hurry before the others come over for game night.”

Shit, Choso was thinking so much with his dick that he forgot about the game night.

He didn’t respond to your words. He went back to thrusting his girthy cock in between your boobs. With each thrust, you’re trying not to let the grasp on your boobs go. With each thrust, Choso’s beautiful eyes are staring down at you and how you look. 

This was the look he was talking about. The way your teeth dig into your bottom lip as if letting him titty fuck you was the most important task that you must concentrate on. Or that on some thrusts, your tits are spilling apart in one hand because you were so eager to rub at your clit through your panties—he already knew you were soaked. Chaotic sexual activities like this always had your panties soaked. So soaked that they stuck to your pussy lips briefly when he dragged them down your legs.  

His finger grasped at the wooden nightstand next to his bed to gain some form of balance as his thrusting continued. His head fell back in a temporary bliss, and he could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. His thick cock being wedged between your perfectly sized tits was driving him insane. His body heat increased with seconds, and he tugged the graphic t-shirt up and brought the ends of it in between his teeth so he could get a better view.

“Continue that; I’m about to come, baby.” Choso coos softly. 

He could feel his balls grow heavy, and he knew that he was about to release a heavy load. The way that you knew him, his soul, and his body so well—you knew it too. Your hands grasp tighter at your boobs, and you begin to maneuver your body to match Choso's reckless thrusting between your boobs. He lets out a dragged-out slur of your name before he's a coming mess. 

Thick ropes of cum shoot out the tip of his cock, similar to water squirting out of a water gun. His hand gripped his cock as he angles himself to paint his canvas. You, his stunning girlfriend. You wait patiently—no desperately for his cum. His cum that he lets shoots all over your pretty face. His cum that drips down on your perky tits—just adding on to the mess that decorates your chest. 

The sight of his white-shaded cum imprinting your face probably became his favorite look. Especially seeing the sight of you letting your tongue drag alongside your lips to collect the liquor that splattered on your lips.

Maybe the game night for tonight can be postponed. 

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #anime smut #black reader #x black reader #female reader #choso smut

[natsarrownecklacx]

Royal Birthday Present

Princess Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary- You give princess Wanda a birthday present she won’t soon forget.

Word count- 1540

Warnings- Wanda has a dick. Smut. Mommy kink (W) , Dick riding, begging, mention of arranged marriage (attempted) praise kink.

AU Masterlist

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Wanda sighs as she enters her chamber, closing the heavy door behind her as soon as she slips inside. She closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the wood.

The party her parents threw in her honor was more exhausting than she’d thought it to be. They’d invited every prince and princess in the kingdom, hoping to find someone for Wanda to wed.

Her parents, the king and queen of the seven kingdoms, had decided Wanda needs to marry in order to secure her place on the throne. So she’d spent six hours talking with potential husbands and wives, making small talk and dancing around the ball.

She’d tried, for the sake of appearance and her parents, to make it seem as though she was interested in at least a few of the suitors chosen for her. But all she could think about the entire night was you. You who she wants to marry. You who she wanted to dance with. You who she wants more than anything to have in her arms right now, the only thought in her mind as she pressed her back against the closed door of her chamber.

Wanda doesn’t move a muscle, even as she hears you moving about her room, the sound of your steps moving closer and closer to her until she feels your arms wrap around her.

“Happy birthday, Princess.” You whisper in her ear, bringing your hands to hers. You pull her from her place against the door, leading her half way into the room, stripping her of her clothes as you go. You stop when you reach a chair you’d placed in the center of the room, placing your hands on her shoulders and pushing her to sit on it.

A gasp of surprise leaves her lips when her back comes in contact with the back of the wooden seat. “Shh princess.” You mumble, tracing your fingers over her shoulders and down her arms, bringing them together behind her back and binding them.

“I know what you want.” You whisper, your eyes glancing towards the semi hard member between her legs. You swing your leg over hers, moving to straddle her lap with your arms wrapped tightly around her neck, her face mere inches away from yours. You bring your lips to graze over hers softly, your hot breath mixing with her own. “Open your eyes, princess.” You mumble against her mouth.

Wanda hesitates, contemplating your order. The warmth and weight of your body on top of hers begs her to keep her eyes shut. Her mind tells her the sight before her would be to much, that she’d cave and beg to fuck you to fast. But she does so anyway, a guttural moan falling past her lips at what she sees. “Oh baby you look so pretty with your legs open on top of me.” She groans, her eyes raking over you, drinking in your bare body on top of hers.

Wanda’s hands strain against the rope binding her hands together. She wants to touch you so desperately, to grab you by the hips and lower you down onto her quickly growing cock. You watch the way her shoulders shake with effort, trying to free herself. The way her brows knit together, her pupils blown as she tries to raise her hips to yours.

You smile at her, a teasing, knowing smile. “Aww, Honey. What’s wrong? Are you needy?” You ask, fake concern dripping from your voice. Keeping your eyes locked on hers, you lower yourself to grind on her cock.

“Y/n.” She gasps, feeling your slick heat rub on her. She lifts her hips to thrust into yours, her head falling back with a moan. “Please, baby.”

You hum, making a show of considering her plea, all the while keeping the movement against her going. “Seeing as it is your special day, I suppose I can be nice and give you what you want.”

You take her cock in your hand, feeling it pulse in your hold. Wanda whines, bucking her hips into your fist, desperately looking for friction to sooth the ace slowly taking hold of her. “Aww baby, you wanna fuck my hand?” You lightly mock, jerking her off as she continues to buck her hips into you.

Wanda moans, nodding her head and lifting her hips into your hand. “Feels good.” She moans out, jerking her hips off the chair in an attempt to fuck your hand better. “Aww, my poor baby.” You fake pout, Wanda’s eyes fly open hearing the condescending tone of your voice.

“Not today.” You say, ignoring her whined protest as you line her up with your entrance. All her complaints stop as she feels you slide down onto her, the warmth of you enveloping her causing her head to roll back. “Oh god.”

Slowly, you start to move up and down on her, feeling her go deeper and deeper until she bottoms out inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate her size. Wanda moans, her hips jerking up on their own accord. “Fuck, baby that feels good.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease, slightly out of breath from your slow movement up and down her cock. “You like it when I ride you like this?” Wanda’s only response is a whine, nodding her head fast. Wanda’s always loved being inside of you, but watching you take control and hearing the little gasps that leave your lips as you ride her has her damn near feral.

It’s not long before Wanda is continuously raising her hips to fuck you deeper, faster, the way she needs to. “Please baby, faster. Ride Mommy faster.” She moans, begging you with her eyes to do as she says.

You know you probably should, that she’ll get out her binds eventually and probably punish you with edging for hours. But you don’t care, you just wanna enjoy having control over her while you can.

“No.” You say breathily. “Cum like this or not at all.”

You bring your hand down to rub your clit, the added stimulation being what you need to push you towards the edge. You moan out, your head falling forward to rest on Wanda’s shoulder as you pick up your pace on her dick only slightly. Not enough to give her what she wants, but enough to bring you even closer to the edge.

Wanda cries out, the frustration at not being able to come turning to absolute desperation. “Please baby, mommy just wants to come. You feel so good around me, such a good girl. Just give mommy what she needs to come.”

Hearing Wanda refer to herself that way always does something to your brain, turning you into a mindless, whore. The honorific along with the praise turns your brain to mush. Without even thinking you pick up your pace, riding her with little thought for anything else. Your hand picks up its movements against your clit, the other one gripping tight to Wanda’s shoulder. “Mommy.” You moan out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it baby. Keep riding mommy like a good girl.”

You cry out, your high washing over you. You keep up your movements riding her cock. Wanda gasps, feeling your walls clenching around her until she comes inside you.

She jerks her hips into you rapidly, needing to prolong your high and her own. “Feels so fucking good, Dekta. Such a good girl for me.”

Wanda continues fucking into you, the drag of her cock against your walls pushing you steadily towards another orgasm. You whine, slightly lifting off of her but keeping her side you. “Sensitive.” You mumble against her shoulder and Wanda immediately stops her movements.

You reach around and untie her, your arms resting around her shoulders once her hands are freed.

Wanda stands, holding you in her arms while carrying you over to the bed. She settles you both on the mattress, your body curled into her with your head resting on your chest.

“Did you like your birthday present?” You ask jokingly, smiling to yourself when you feel her chest rise and fall with laughter. “Yes, Dekta. I loved my birthday present, thank you sweetheart.”

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, enjoying being wrapped in each other’s arms, until you break the silence. “How was the party?” You ask, drawing random shapes into the skin of her stomach. “Tiring.” Wanda answers honestly, releasing a sigh at the thought of the six hours she spent there.

“Did you meet anyone?” You ask shyly, turning your face into her chest to hide your discomfort with her parents trying to marry her off. “No.” She answers firmly. “And it wouldn’t matter if I had.”

“Why not?” You turn to look up at her and Wanda smiles down at you, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. “Because the only person I would ever accept a marriage to is you, Dekta.”

You smile up at her, leaning up to place a kiss against her lips, once, twice and another one before pulling away. You rest your head back on her chest, Wanda’s fingers lacing through your hair trying to lull you to sleep.

“I wanna marry you too someday, Princess.” You mumble against her skin, missing the blissful smile that covers her face as you drift off to sleep.

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A/n- This isn’t my favourite thing I’ve ever written but it’s been in my draft ages so I had to get rid of it. Hope ye like it anyways

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #princess wanda maximoff x reader #princess wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #house of maximoff

[spaceprincessem]

you and i'll be safe and sound | 50k buddie fic | ao3 link

[or the buddie hunger games au]

“That was very brave,” Josh says and Eddie is startled by how genuine he sounds. “What’s your name?”

“Eddie Diaz.” He hears himself say, his voice carrying over the hushed and horrified crowd.

“Well, Eddie,” Josh says, “was that your brother?”

“Nephew.” Eddie manages.

“How sweet,” Josh squeezes his shoulder and Eddie feels like he wants to crawl out of his fucking skin, “how about we give Eddie a nice big round of applause?”

Eddie watches as the crowd all kiss their three middle fingers before raising them to the sky. An old and rarely used gesture of their district, occasionally seen at funerals. 

It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love. Eddie can’t stop the lone tear from falling out of the corner of his eye. 

Everything slips out of focus as Josh moves to call out another name. His head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton wool. Another name. Another person Eddie is either going to have to out live or kill in order to survive. 

Eddie’s hunted animals before, but he knows that doesn’t compare to this. To taking another life in front of the entire country as a pawn in a game he doesn’t want to play. He thinks it’s a miracle he doesn’t vomit on stage.

“Our second tribute from District Twelve is Evan Buckley.”

Eddie’s eyes snap up and he’s pretty fucking sure his heart stops beating all together. If he lets his eyes flutter close he can feel the patter of rain, harsh and ice cold, against his skin. The way the air saturates with the smell of burnt bread.

He can see the shape of a boy thrown out into the mud, hands cradling something precious in his hand. The way that bundle was placed in Eddie’s own, shaking palms as a voice whispered, I’m so sorry I can’t do more before he was gone. 

But Eddie doesn’t let his eyes close. He watches as Evan Buckley — Buck, please just call me Buck — ascends the stairs to take his place next to Eddie. 

Not you. Please. Anyone, but you.

Eddie is struck by how much Buck’s eyes remind him of Christopher. So wide and blue and beautiful. Eddie wants to scream. He wants to tear every building apart, brick by fucking brick, with his bare hands. He wants to burn down the Capitol. He wants to cry. He selfishly wants the person standing across from him to be anyone, anyone, except Buck or Christopher. 

No, Eddie thinks as Josh tells them to shake hands, the odds are not in my favor today.

Buck’s hand is soft and warm and fits perfectly in Eddie’s. Buck looks at him with such devastation Eddie isn’t sure how they haven’t both shattered into little, tiny pieces. Because there are two things Eddie knows for certain now that he and Buck are in this together.

He will have to kill Buck to get back home.

Or Buck will have to kill him. 

And that, Eddie thinks, will break him for good. 

read the rest on ao3

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#buddie #buddie fic #911 #the hunger games #eddie diaz #evan buckley #god it's finally fucking done #i apologize for how long it is LMAO

[hoodie-buck]

teen!buddie au is here ya’ll! she’s been two years in the making and i hope y’all love her as much as i do 🥹 thanks to my wife for the beautiful cover art @heartbeatdiaz <;33

ch. 1/9 | rated: m | words: 3.2k/36.7k | read on ao3

summary:

Buck only nuzzled closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips, begging Eddie to take that last step.

“Ev, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Buck’s lips were all but touching his, their noses pressed together. Buck was all around him, voice pleading.

“Just one Eds, please.”

That was the problem. It was never just one; once they dove into the world of each other, it was almost impossible to stop—they could never get enough. Not enough kisses, touches, or sweet sounds made between them would ever be enough; if there was one thing they never tired of, it was each other.

—or—

A collection of firsts in Buck and Eddie’s relationship, from when they met as teenagers, to now. AKA the teen buddie au.

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tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

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#buddie #buddie fic #teen!buddie au #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #911 #teenage love #firsts #idiots in love #pining #flirting #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #kel(s) writing

[bidisasterevankinard]

Not even close to seven (well it's 700 words) sentences sunday

I was planning to work on different wips today but then I remembered i promised part two for my royal au (you rule my heart (I am your royal slave) ) for @mandzuking17 as it's their birthday on next sunday. so here is start of Buck's riding of the King in throne hall and it just feels for now tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz thank you <333(

“Are you ok, my love?” Buck puts his hands to massage broad shoulders he hates to see so tense. His royal lover tenses more for a second, before relaxing a little, letting him continue his movements. “Were your parents rude to you again, Your Majesty?”

His King nods and leans closer to him, melting in his hands and Buck sadly smiles, knowing too well how hard rude and painful words of ex-King and ex-Queen break his perfect beautiful and exceptional man every time. How Ramon and Helen make his fantastic and unearthly King, the real blessing sent in their life by best and caring gods, feel miserable and question his every decision. 

Buck can not let his beautiful soul, his one and only lover, even for a second more  think about what he heard this morning. Saddling big thighs that he use quite a lot as his own throne or pillow with quick, after five years of a lot of practise, movement that King looks at him astonishing, Buck smiles, putting his hand on perfect and sharp line of his King’s jaw, making him look at him with caring touch, using other hand to continue relaxing movement on Eddie’s shoulder.

“They know nothing about you, my love. Nothing. They just want you to feel bad for being better than them in everything they always made mistakes. In raising their child, in making him feel and believe that he was loved as they should have, for example. Because that is what you do, my sun. Our son feels loved and cared for because of you. You gave him all his love simply because he exists, and you make him feel it. Something that Ramon and Helen were not the best in. They made you believe you were not enough. But it is not true. You are enough for your people, your kingdom, which is now in its best because of you. It’s you who made our kingdom safe and rich as never before. And we only get better. You on this throne,” Buck knocks on the golden chair where Eddie is sitting, “only a quarter of your father’s time and you already made way more things for our people than he ever did.”

Buck hugs Eddie closer to his chest and connects their noses, taking little pause to brush it together to make his lover smile at him a little from this his action.

“How I said. You are enough for our son, our prince, who I am sure will be the perfect successor to the throne after you,” this makes Eddie nod with his proud smile he has when he thinks about their perfect son. 

“And you are enough for me, my love,” Buck makes eye contact with beautiful woods, which makes him think about the forest, where he met a young prince, who stole his heart within seconds of their meeting. He doesn’t break this connection of his blues with Eddie’s browns, not letting Eddie do it when he continues. “You are the best thing that happened to me in my entire life. You came into my life, the real prince on white horse, and saved me from people who never cared about me. You showed me that I can be myself and be loved and cared for. You care about me every day, even if I can be in my not my best mood or best behavior,” they both smirk on this last part. “You are the most smart and caring, kind and beautiful person I have ever met. You love me so fiercely and never make me feel unloved. You are my perfect King, my perfect lover. So please, no matter what Ramon and Helen said, do not let yourself think about it. It makes you unhappy and it makes me so agonizingly sad. My heart can not take to see you in such a mood,” Buck gets closer to Eddie’s lips. “Promise me to stop thinking about them right that moment please.”

“I promise, my heart, I promise.” 

Buck smiles in the kiss, which his King starts. As always, wild and demanding. Taking all that Buck can give and always eager to give to make sure his King, his Eddie - because he is the only one who is allowed to use this real name his King loves- takes and feels all Buck’s love. To make sure his lover is satisfied, because it’s Buck’s biggest present he can ever receive.    

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#it's Buck's pov but they still super in love and overuse pet names #part two of royal fic #should i call it: fun times on throne or royal ridings? #my wips #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #evan buck buckley #911 abc

[spotsandsocks]

Good Knight Sweet Prince final update (9.6k)

Here we go the last chapter , sorry it’s long😬- loose ends tied up with fluff, a dash of smut and a surprise or two. Thank you to anyone who’s been reading or is planning to but a special hug for @cowboy-buddie @caroandcats for constantly leaving encouraging comments on each chapter. (And Malecfan09 on ao3 who won’t see this but leaves amazing comments !!) this fic wouldn’t have been finished so quickly if not for your support. Also the upper from my usual tagging team @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @monsterrae1 @thekristen999 @like-the-rest-of-la @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @the-likesofus @littlebitofdiaz @prince-buck-diaz @bekkachaos @elvensorceress @stagefoureddiediaz @panbuckley @spaceprincessem @megsvstheworld @fiona-fififi @buddierights @ronordmann @jobairdxx I know some of you are catching up or not even reading it but you’ve encouraged and reblogged me all the way through and it’s been 6 months of this fic so thank you so much and everyone else whose rebloged these boards and snippets along the way I appreciate it so much 🥰

Now to celebrate ✨💫✨💫

So here you are Chapter 21

Or

Read from the start

#buddie #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #good knight sweet prince #Prince!buck au #medieval au #911 on fox #911fic #911 fic #911 abc #header by ro #thank for my edit ro

[loserdiaz]

seven sentence sunday! 📲🎖️

tagged by the lovelies @prince-buck-diaz @devirnis @honestlydarkprincess @barbiediaz @transbuck @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @panbuckley <333

okay so while i was making a cover for @buddierights i got inspired and wrote a little bit for my army buddies au where buck was in that helicopter crash with eddie and he's one of the army friends in s5 eddie calls when he's in therapy pre breakdown <33

(here's a moodboard)

and here's the snippet:

"Talk about your pain with someone who shares it. Think about that first trauma and then talk to someone who can understand exactly what you've been through." It's what his therapist has said.

And listen, therapy is... a lot. It's intense and it's draining and it's like pulling at his teeth every session he has. It leaves Eddie with an uncomfortable buzzing under his skin and with the urge to scream and yell and punch a wall.

But.

It's working. Slowly and almost imperceptibly, but Eddie is noticing the little changes— the way his shoulders don't feel quite like he's carrying the weight of the world on them anymore or the way it's the tiniest bit easier to laugh with his colleagues or his son.

And he has to admit, Frank isn't that bad as a therapist. He makes pretty good points most of the time.

And Eddie... he's been thinking about them a lot. About the friends he made in the army and the people who have been right beside him in his nightmares for months.

He thinks about Anita, Blake and Miller...

He thinks about Buck, too. A lot. More than he'd like to admit. More than it's probably healthy.

He thinks about the private jokes the both of them shared and how the team would always tease them about it, how they would always complain that Buck and Eddie were basically a separate unit, just the two of them.

God, Anita would always laugh and call them lovebirds during drills.

"C'mon, Diaz! Are you coming or are you staying to make out with Buckley?"

Eddie looks down at the phone being held in his shaky hands. The screen displaying a name that's been chasing Eddie for almost four years now.

Please pick up, please pick up. He chants in his head as his heart hammers inside his chest, beating painfully against his ribs and almost making it impossible to breathe.

Pick up, pick up.

"Hello?" Someone picks up the call just a few seconds before it goes to voicemail. The voice is raspy and hesitant but it breathes a new life into Eddie as soon as he hears it, the relief so overwhelming he could fall to his knees. "Eddie?"

"Hey, Buck."

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[watchyourbuck]

#lmao I’m sorry guys andjfjdjdjdnsj #I couldn’t not do this #because it’s literally me #the prince au is gonna be 200k #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie 911 #911 buddie

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

tagging @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @tizniz @mammameesh @disasterbuckdiaz @paperstorm @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @carlos-in-glasses some more of the broadway au! also just an fyi, you might not see me as much for a while. so just a heads up. you can still tag me in things, but i might not see it.

Margaret and Phillip Buckley were two young Broadway actors that met while doing a musical some thirty-forty odd years ago. The years always change when they tell the story. A story Maddie and Buck can recite word for word by now. Their parents tell it at every party and every anniversary every chance they get. Margaret was a gifted, high soprano while Phillip was a dashing, charming lead tenor. They were casted as the leads in Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. At their first rehearsal, Margaret walked up to Phillip, asking him if he’ll be her Prince Charming.

“Of course, I was so caught off guard by this lovely young woman, that I couldn’t find a word to say!” Phillip laughs to their audience’s delight. “I finally find my voice and tell her, ‘If you deem me fit to be.’” 

“Oh, dear, how long ago was it?” Margaret asks. At this point Maddie and Buck are mouthing the words along with their parents. Their facial expressions showing how rehearsed this whole thing is.

“Oh, Margaret years ago. But at the same time…only ten minutes ago.” Then Phillip starts singing the first couple measures of the very song until the audience is thoroughly amused.

It’s Cinderella that brought Margaret and Phillip Buckley together. During the show, they fell in love, got married, and had their first baby. It was never a question that they would raise their children to be just like them. A legacy of Broadway legends to take center stage.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Ao Lie

referencing posts like; baby Ao Lie meeting the bimawen, and Ao Lie wants to be a godfather.

I thought it would be pretty adorable if part of the reason Ao Lie is able to act a horse so well was because they were like his favorite animal as a little hatchling and while it was considered kinda weird among dragons ("Not even a seahorse? Just a... land horse???") it was fully embraced by a certain celestial stablemaster - Bimawen Sun Wukong.

Ao Lie would run off and "to be a ""play horsey" whenever he wandered away from his dad or brothers when they went to the Jade Palace for summits or banquets. He was too small to actually transform himself into a horse, but he'd turn into his noodley-snake dragon form and slink away into the stables.

Wukong likely came across the white baby dragon as he was riling up the curious horses (they all saw Ao Lie as a snake), and was like;

Wukong: "Damn, how did a baby dragon get in here? Ok little guy best get you back-" Ao Lie, hissing: "No!!! I'm horsey! I stay in stable!" Wukong, trying not to laugh: "Ok? I guess I was wrong. You're clearly a skinny white foal. My apologies." Ao Lie: :3

Even if Ao Lie doesn't remember the encounters that well, it did leave him with a positive opinion of horses, stablehands, and monkeys for some reason.

When the dragon is a teenager by the time of the Journey, all he knows about Sun Wukong is that 1: His dad and uncles don't like him, 2: He steals stuff, and 3: He's in jail. His brain doesn't make the mental connection until much later when Zhu Bajie calls Wukong a "useless bimawen!" during the Gold and Silver demons arc.

When Ao Lie first met Wukong in the stone egg au, he basically had the mental journey of; "Huh. The monkey king is kinda chubby- OMG its an egg!! Why is he walking?! Get off my back Tang monk! Don't you know mothers need plenty of rest?!"

After meeting the steed for the first time Tripitaka wonders why the "Bai Longma" is super insistent on letting Wukong ride him specifically. Remembering that the Monkey is "carrying a stone egg" (Tripitaka only knows that part and thinks its a metaphor), the monk in turn tells Wukong that he should ride instead.

Wukong, tired but still wanting to stretch his legs after 500 years under the mountain is like; "Huh? No way! I'm fine! You ride him."

After a while of Tripitaka insisting that the Monkey rides instead of him, Ao Lie gets annoyed and just sits down, causing the monk on his back to slide off into the mud. Holy cassock now muddy. Wukong gets the message but insists he'll only ride until the next village/when they get a second divine-given horse.

Zhu Bajie tries to ride Bai Longma *once* and he gets bucked off so hard he gets tossed into a lake. He swears the horse has it out for him.

I hc that this was around the time Ao Lie's older sister was having a baby, and he was really bummed out that he wouldn't be able to attend to his uncle-duties cus of his "community service" [ie. the Journey]. So he redirected some of that excitement onto Wukong, who was carrying the Stone Egg. Eggs are a huge cause for celebration among dragonkind either way since they only produce a few in their long livespan.

Wukong was a little surprised/confused by Ao Lie's doting behavior at first, but started to understand why the dragon-horse was acting that way when he spoke to Ao Moang later on during the Tuolong incident.

Prince Moang: "I must pass on congratulations. It's not common among either of our kind to behold future kin." Wukong: "Oh really? When's the last time you've seen a dragon egg?" Prince Moang: "Last year actually! Our sister Zhūlong's egg hatched around the time of your release." Wukong: "Oh. that explains why Ao Lie spoils me." Prince Moang, excitedly: "My little brother is here!? I have to tell him everything! I have woodblock paintings of the baby!" Ao Lie, running over still in horse-mode: "Show me! Show me!" Zhu Bajie, watching: "Weirdos. Its just babies. Everyone's having 'em."

And Ao Lie continues to be super doting and attentive to Wukong as the Journey continues, though he does ask after a few years when the Egg is supposed to be laid. Wukong doesn't have a clear answer for him.

After a while, Wukong says almost in jest; "With how well you've been tending to me and the Egg, I might as well make you their godfather!"

Ao Lie just *shrieks* with joy!! Yes yes yes! He would be so honoured!

Wukong doesn't even have time to explain it was a joke when the dragon hugs him, heavy tears falling on his fur.

Ao Lie: "I'm sorry. It's just that... no one at home has really trusted me with anything so important before. I know that you might... get really hurt when your Egg finally arrives and I am so glad that you trust me to care for them if you have to leave us."

Wukong realises in that moment... Ao Lie knows about Stone Eggs. He eavesdropped on a conversation held between Wukong and the Bodhisattva Guanyin early on, and silently held onto that knowledge until Wukong was comfortable sharing it with the others.

The Monkey King decides in that moment that he doesn't want to trust anyone other than the dragon prince to care for his future child. He's already proven his kind nature - and if the future Stone Monkey were to truly be born an orphan, Ao Lie would gladly help to raise them in secret away from the prying eyes of Heaven.

Unfortunately the Samadhi Fire made it so that Ao Lie would be unable to fufill this duty either...

#bai longma #lmk ao lie #sun wukong #jttw stone egged au #slow boiled stone egg au #pregnancy tw #jttw #journey the west #stone egg talk #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk aus #gif warning

[bucktommys]

‘plz let me know if u want me to make a p2 to this list because i could keep going’ - i’m not the same anon BUT as someone who just started the bodyguard fic thanks to your rec, please do!!! (if its not a bother ofc!)

omg of course, never a bother !!! (also isnt it so good, now i feel like i need a reread). again these are all around 40k+ !

ripples all the way down by @fcntasmas - buddie fic of all time? buddie fic of all time. canon compliant where buck goes on dates and christopher tries to set his dads together using penguin philosophy. its SO cute and good i wish i could reread it for the first time again

far away (from the one i love) by @woodchoc-magnum - again cannot recommend this writer enough, they too have a treasure trove of longer fics that are all excellent. this one is the one i read most recently, basically buck goes with taylor to chicago and leaves the 118 and eddie goes on a trip to get him back. SAUR good and sweet

maybe we'll make something by @buckactuallys - buckley-diaz family roadtrip fic ! ugh this one was SO sweet, i read it all in one sitting and just smiled the whole way through. so tender and soft and the pining is off the CHARTS. so so good.

to look and be seen by @princessfbi - royalty x bodyguard au!!!!! need i say any more. buck is the prince of england going to stay with his godfather bobby aka potus and eddie is his longsuffering bodyguard. oh this was SUCH fun, cannot recommend enough

to be found by @zainclaw - this is potentially my favourite buddie fic of all time, i recommend it to everyone but its SO good. its a werewolf au and just *chefs kiss* do yourself a favour and read this absolutely immediately (plus the author semi-recently released a lil follow up and its SO cute omg)

this could be our year; don't let go of my hand by @homerforsure - cannot adequately express how good this fic is. its so funny and creative and clever and also tense and suspenseful and angsty and its SO good. basically the 118 get sponsored by an eccentric fashion designer and attend a masquerade where then Shit Goes Down. absolutely top notch

a bleeding heart on a silver screen by @hoediaz - not a mia rec list unless i honk about this one. buddie actors au. just read it its incredible

in a week by @buttercupbuck - oh this one !! this one!!!! basically an au where instead of the 118 eddie joins the us forest service except the rest of 118 are there. its just such a beautiful tender fic and i adore it so impossibly

#ask #anonymous #fic rec #fic rec list #i acc love making these so much remembering all my old faves