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Eddie: wake me up-

Hen: when September ends

Chimney: before you go go

Buck: wAKE ME UP INSIDE

Eddie: ???

#911 fox #911 on fox #incorrect 911 quotes #firehouse 118 #incorrect 118 quotes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #henrietta hen wilson #howie chimney han #chimney han

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you’re gonna be ok, kid

-if you love the tsunami arc, then this one’s for you! 🌊

author: abow123456 | rated: nr | words: 4.1k | ao3 link

summary:

The anniversary of the tsunami brings back memories for Buck, who gets some new ink to commemorate it for all the right reasons. It also leads to some long overdue confessions and closure for a group of survivors.

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-kels reasons to read-

i still remember this fic for its uniqueness having to do with the events of the tsunami a year later. and of course, ‘you’re gonna be ok, kid’ is one of my favorite christopher lines!

the tattoo buck gets in memoriam is honestly too adorable for words and has me tearing up every time i read about it 🥹

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Siri, wow, can I have Buddie with Royal AU and Soulmate AU? I love your writing!

this made me so happy! i am here for this combo ;)

blink and almost miss eddie/buck, soulmates, royalty au

Trying to escape from his bodyguards is becoming a full time job.

Lucky for Buck, he’s been doing it since he was a toddler. Bobby never learns, always puts bodyguards with too much spine on Buck duty, as if he doesn’t already know Buck hates those types. 

“it’s for your protection,” Athena always says with raised eyebrows. 

Buck gets crushed one time in a freak accident and suddenly everyone wants him kept in bubble wrap. Under wraps. Heh. 

The pier is packed with people—Buck doesn’t pick his battles as well as he evades bodyguards and press—and Buck navigates them easily. Most people don’t pay him any notice, which works for him, and he manages to hover around a couple of stalls without getting his picture splashed onto social media. 

Buck catches sight of a kid with crutches on his own, looking at the people around him. When he was a kid, fresh in the state, Buck remembers getting lost because his bodyguards have always sucked, and he knows how terrifying it can be. He can’t help himself; he jogs up to the kid. “Hey, you alright?”

The kid immediately looks up, face shifting between emotions quickly. “My dad says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

“And he is absolutely correct,” Buck says, trying to think of something that will help him get this kid found. 

The boy’s eyes widened. “You’re the prince.”

“Ssh,” Buck says, pressing a finger to his lips and crouching down. He doesn’t think anyone around them has heard; nobody’s immediately stopping and demanding his attention. “Let’s keep that a secret for now, okay? Think we can catch up with your school?”

There’s a moment’s hesitation. “I’m not here with my school. Ms. Ingrid takes care of me when my Daddy works. She gets mad I can’t keep up.”

Buck feels a momentary flash of anger but covers it with a grin. “Do you know if Ms. Ingrid has a phone number we can call?”

“No,” the boy says. “She doesn’t give it to me. She says I’m too stupid to remember but my dad says I’m smart.”

Buck’s chest tightens further with anger but he crouches down, gives Chris the brightest smile he can. “I think I believe your dad, buddy. Do you know if he has a number?”

“Yes,” the kid says brightly, then his face falls. “It’s in my coat and Ms. Ingrid left it in the car.”

Ms. Ingrid is definitely Buck’s least favourite person. “Well, I’m gonna call some people myself, alright? Wanna find somewhere to sit until they get here and help us find your dad?”

“Okay,” the kid says. “He’s a firefighter but I don’t know where.”

Filing the knowledge away where he’ll probably never use it, Buck finds a nearby bench and directs the kid to it. He doesn’t know the protocol for this kind of thing, and if anyone sees, they might think he’s kidnapping the kid or something. He’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it. “My name’s Buck.”

“I thought it was Evan,” the kid says, tilting his head back.

“My friends call me Buck,” Buck says carefully. 

The boy’s smile is blinding. “My friends call me Chris! My name’s Chris. Except when my dad’s mad or worried.”

Buck laughs gently; yeah, he knows those kinds of problems. “My dad gets like that too.”

Chris nods. “My dad says King Bobby is awesome.”

“That he is,” Buck says. He can’t wait to use that particular adjective on Bobby. “Right, let me just call for help, okay?”

Chris seems content to sit next to him on the bench, watching people go by. Buck pulls out his phone and bypasses his bodyguards, going straight for Hen. She’s managed to dig him out of several scrapes and he kinda needs her advice.

“—Why I even bother!” Hen’s yelling decreases and Buck gives Chris a funny look. Chris giggles and Buck hears Hen’s sigh. “That the kid?”

“Yep,” Buck says. “I don’t know where his chaperone is and I know people are starting to notice me. Any chance we can find this kid’s parents?”

“Just dad,” Chris adds helpfully. “Eddie Diaz, and he’s a firefighter. Mom’s dead.”

Buck’s heart lurches painfully. “I’m sorry to hear that, buddy.”

“It’s okay a lot of the time,” Chris says, though he looks a little sad. “Dad makes it more okay.”

There’s clacking from the other end of the phone and Buck tunes back into the conversation, keeping a hand on Chris’ shoulders. “Found him. I’ll call him and the cops. Please stay where you are.”

That means bodyguards. Buck rolls his eyes, but does as he’s told and waits.  

It takes about ten minutes for help to arrive in the form of Buck’s bodyguards. Bobby’s gonna be having people fired at the end of this, but Buck’s glad to have some friendly faces around. Thankfully, they don’t try to hustle him off the pier, and Buck assumes Hen’s contacted them and managed to get things under control.

Not long after, the cops arrive with an unimpressed Chim.

“What the hell?”

“Look,” Buck starts.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it,” Chim says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Cops, Buck, really?”

“It’s fine,” Buck stresses. “Whoever’s chaperoning Chris—”

“That would be me,” an unimpressed voice says. 

Chris shifts closer to Buck and whispers, “That’s Ms. Ingrid.”

“Christopher,” Ingrid says, and Buck hates her on sight. “What have I said about wandering off?”

“I didn’t,” Chris starts. 

“And lying,” Ms. Ingrid stresses. She looks at Buck—and he sees the flicker that she recognizes him—but immediately turns to the cops. “This man is kidnapping!”

“Hey now,” Buck says. 

“No he isn’t!” Chris cries. 

“I highly doubt that,” a new voice puts in.   

Buck looks up and fuck, that is one handsome man. He’s striding through the crowd, anger clear on his face, and Chris immediately perks up from behind Buck. 

“Dad!” 

The man sweeps in, hugs Christopher tightly, and Buck’s heart hammers against his chest for reasons he can’t explain. “Christopher.”

“Told you,” Chris says, looking up at Buck, and Buck can’t help laughing. He stops as soon as Chris’ dad stands, eyes narrowing. It takes a beat, two for him to realize who he’s staring at. 

“Oh shit,” he says. “Uh, I mean, your Highness.”

“Oh god, don’t,” Buck groans. “Listen, it’s—” 

“Dad,” Chris says, smiling widely, “this is Buck! He stopped me getting lost when Ms. Ingrid went ahead and—”

“I did not,” Ingrid stresses. 

Chris’ dad—Eddie, apparently—looks thunderous. “This isn’t the first time.”

Ingrid bristles, and Buck ignores Chim’s warning look to interject. “Chris was by himself,” he says, quietly when Eddie turns the full force of his gaze on him. It sends a shiver up Buck’s spine and makes him want to do whatever it’ll take to get Eddie to stay. What. The fuck. Ignoring it, Buck continues. “I didn’t know what else to do but have someone call you.”

“I appreciate it,” Eddie says.   

“Bo—your father is going to kill you,” Hen says, coming up behind Chim. Buck groans internally. Now that they’re both here, Buck’s in a world of trouble.

“It wasn’t Buck’s fault,” Chris says immediately. “He was helping me!”

Hen looks amused more than irritated, and Buck grins, knows Chris is winning her over already. Maybe she won’t eviscerate him once this is over. “Is that right?”

Chris nods. “Please don’t be mad, Ma’am. Dad says we should be grateful to people who help us.”

“Should we?” Hen says.

Chris’ dad flushes, hands on Christopher’s shoulders. “Buddy, I think we should—”

“Please don’t go,” Buck says immediately. He knows how it sounds and can feel his own cheeks heat up. “Let me sort things with the cops and then we can talk or something, I just want—”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Hen and Christopher’s dad say at the same time.

Buck deflates, crouching down in front of Chris. “I’m glad we met, buddy.”

“Me too,” Chris says, looking sad. “Am I allowed to hug a prince?”

Though his bodyguards might throw a fit, Buck doesn’t give a fuck. “You absolutely are.”

Chris moves forward a step, wrapping his arms around Buck’s shoulders. Buck squeezes him gently, breathing in a scent that’s oddly familiar, though he can’t pinpoint how. When he pulls back, he gives Chris a bright smile. 

“I’m glad I met you, Christopher.”

“Me too.” Chris says. “I wish we could be friends for longer.”

Buck feels something settle in his chest, an uncomfortably tight feeling. “Yeah. But you have to do something, alright? Make sure you always keep smiling and definitely make sure to take care of your dad.” 

Chris nods and Buck doesn’t know what to make of the indecipherable look on Eddie’s face.

“This is ridiculous,” Ingrid snaps. “He doesn’t get accused of kidnapping because he’s a prince?”

“I didn’t kidnap him,” Buck puts in. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, stepping between Buck and Ingrid. “I left Chris in your care and you abused it. I won’t be paying for today’s session and you can guarantee I won’t be sending Chris to you again.”

“We have a contract,” Ingrid starts. 

“Voided,” Hen cuts in. “If you like, we can talk about it with the cops.” Placing a hand on Ingrid’s shoulder, Hen steers her away and Buck lets out a slow breath.

Eddie’s still standing in front of him looking angry and Buck wants to wipe the expression off his face. 

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Eddie asks, genuinely surprised. 

“You didn’t have to step in. For all you know, I could have kidnapped your kid.”

“You didn’t,” Eddie says immediately.

Buck doesn’t want to argue, he doesn’t, but his mouth is already saying, “how do you know,” before he can stop it.

There’s a strange expression on Eddie’s face, like he’s not sure himself, but he’s shaking it off. “Chris says you didn’t. I trust my son.”

“Then I’m glad I met Chris,” Buck says, smiling down at Chris, who grins. “You have a pretty awesome kid, Mr. Diaz.”

“Eddie.” Making a face, Eddie’s lips quirk up into a soft smile. “I’m only Mr. Diaz when I have to be.”

Buck laughs at that, though he doesn’t know why; it’s not particularly funny. Something about Eddie puts him instantly at ease. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Eddie.”

“You too,” Eddie says, holding his hand. 

It’s easy enough for Buck to place his hand in Eddie’s with every intent to shake it. As soon as their palms touch, Buck feels hot, his body burning from head to foot. He can’t stop staring at Eddie, who’s watching him back, mouth open, eyes wide. Buck wants to get lost in them, can’t help but move forward. Eddie meets him halfway, free hand coming up to touch Buck’s cheek. Every place they touch has Buck tingling and he breathes out a soft noise. 

Eddie moves forward, crashing his lips to Buck’s. It’s instantaneous, the build up of emotion and it rushes in, fills every part of Buck’s head until he’s dizzy with it. He’s accepting the bond, he knows, letting Eddie consume him, and Eddie’s doing the same otherwise it wouldn’t work and he—

“Uh,” he says when he wakes up.

“Idiot,” a familiar voice replies. Chim, Buck thinks, cracking open one eye. “Wake up, Princess.”

“Prince, actually,” Buck says, and his head is pounding. “What happened?”

There’s enough of a silence that Buck opens his eyes. He’s laying on the ground. Wood. Sounds of the pier rush in at the same time the memories do and he jerks up, frantically looking for Eddie. 

“I’m right here,” Eddie assures him, and there’s a hand on the back of his head. “You passed out.”

“Oops,” Buck says, and closes his eyes again. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

There’s a soft press of lips to his head. Buck tingles. Eddie breathes. “Is that normal?”

“I don’t know,” Chim says, sounding put-out. “Hen’s the soulbond expert.”

“Oh,” Buck says. “We bonded.”

Another silence.

“I don’t mind,” Buck says, groping around, satisfied when Eddie’s fingers tangle with his. 

“I’m a widower,” Eddie says gently, his voice low. When Buck opens his eyes again, trying to ignore the swirl of anxiety deep in his chest that he knows doesn’t belong to him, he can see the fear on Eddie’s face. Eddie swallows, looks over to Chris, who’s being looked after by an attentive Hen. “I have a kid and a shit ton of baggage.”

Buck knows what this is and he doesn’t like it. He leans in, forehead against Eddie’s shoulder and thankfully, Chim leaves them to it. “I don’t care.”

“Evan—” 

“Buck,” Buck says helplessly. 

Eddie sounds worried, but Buck can feel his heart pounding beneath his cheek, an emotion strong in Eddie’s mind that Buck doesn’t dare name. “Buck.”

“I get it’s a lot,” Buck says quietly. “I’m a prince and I’m—well I’m sure you know.”

“I read things,” Eddie admits, hand resting on the back of Buck’s head. He starts stroking, gently, and Buck wants it forever. “I don’t know you.”

“We can learn.” Buck doesn’t want to pull back, but he needs to look Eddie in the eye. “If you want.”

Eddie’s smile could light a thousand dark days. “Alright.”

“Good,” Buck says and leans in, kisses Eddie again. It’ll never get old, he thinks, and then looks up as the clatter of crutches on wood drags his attention away from what Eddie tastes like. 

“Buck!” Chris pauses. “Are you okay?”

“I am now, Chris,” Buck assures him. 

Chris looks at Eddie, then Buck, then back to Eddie. “Is Buck your friend, Dad?”

“I think it’s a little more complicated than that,” Hen says, looking at Buck pointedly.

“Bobby’s going to kill me,” Buck groans.

“As in King Bobby?” Eddie says, going instantly pale.

Buck nods. 

“Oh, shit, you’re a prince,” Eddie says. 

“Yeah.” Buck speaks slowly. “You know this.”

“Does this make Dad a prince too?” 

Oh. Oh shit, Buck’s going to die.   

Chim raises his eyebrows. “Oh no, neither of you are going anywhere. We’re going back to the palace to explain this.”

“Yay,” Chris cheers. 

“Awesome,” Buck says, heavy with sarcasm. 

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Eddie replies.

Buck stares at him, feels the thrum of fear from Eddie. Beneath it is a rush of warmth, pride, and adoration. Love, Buck thinks. It’s love. “We’re gonna be fine,” he blurts, hopeful.

It takes a moment, but Eddie nods, touching Buck’s face again. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

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Prompt Werewolf AU: There is this divide between the packs led by Bobby and the other by Athena. No one knows why they don't mix. Eddie and Chris are with Athena's pack. Chris wanders off and runs into this stunning white wolf. Eddie and the whole pack come looking and they are stunned to find him being showered with love by the white wolf. Eddie immediately wants this wolf. Then Bobby's pack shows up and its all tense until the white wolf marches up to Athena and showers her with love too.

Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6

Warnings: mild cursing

Notes: I’m a little excited….though I’m not sure about the ending. Let me know what you think! -Red

It started in the old days. Two Alphas thought that one pack was theirs. There was no room for the both of them. They fought for dominance and their followers fought for their leaders. It was a huge blood bath…until an elder separated the two groups. This elder made two separate packs and they were to never come together again for fear of history repeating itself. 

At least, that’s what Evan Buckley’s been told since he was a pup. Los Angeles was divided into two different packs. They never crossed into each other’s territory and they most definitely didn’t interact. Buck thought that it was stupid…like, how could you fix relations between two packs if you didn’t talk to the other pack? But he wouldn’t go against his Alpha. The Alpha was more like a father to him than his own father had been, so he was keen to keep good relations with him. 

Did that mean that he obeyed every aspect of Bobby’s rules? Hell no. He wouldn’t be Buck if he did. Buck liked to be both a lone wolf and a cuddly pack pup (even if he was 27 years old, he acted like the pups of the group). That’s why he was out by himself, chilling in a clearing and letting his white fur soak up the sun. 

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one beat at a time

This is based off this prompt by @derplord

https://derplord.tumblr.com/post/616944155973861376/buddie-prompt-buck-is-in-love-with-eddie-but

Summarized prompt: Buck and Eddie were meant to hang out but what happens when Buck walks in on Eddie and Ana on a date instead? Broken Heart Syndrome, of course. 

It is 5AM but I had to write this, hope you like it! 

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The fact that it had been a long and dreadful week was an understatement. The two twenty-four hour shifts they hard were draining and bleak, the wretched weather adding to the solemnity of the long hours. One too many thunderstorms had caused several car accidents ranging from minor to fatal and heart wrenching. If the 118 were any less of a family, they would’ve struggled to push and trudge through the graveyard shifts and somber silences that came after a rough call. However, the long week wasn’t the only thing that had troubled Buck.  Last week, Eddie had started dating Ana Flores, Christopher’s beautiful and striking English teacher. Buck was happy for his best friend, he really was. At least that’s what he told himself every night since he found out. It’s not that he didn’t like Ana, no, that was far from the truth in fact. Ana was lovely. All smiles with those dark curls, of course Eddie fell for her. It wasn’t Ana that was the issue. Maybe it was the fact that Evan Buckley was helplessly and hopelessly in love with his best friend.

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by abow123456

After a scare, Eddie finally decides to do something about this thing between him and Buck. Thankfully, Buck’s fully on board.

Words: 1425, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bobby Nash, Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Howie “Chimney” Han, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson

Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan “Buck” Buckley & Firehouse 118 Crew

Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Fire, Worried Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan “Buck” Buckley, Evan “Buck” Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, The 118’s bet on Buck and Eddie, Timeline? Don’t know her, Not Beta Read

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by abow123456

When Buck opens his front door early one morning, he’s not expecting to see a baby in a car seat waiting for him. And he’s definitely not expecting what he reads on the note that comes with the baby. Thankfully, he has the 118 and his boyfriend to help him navigate his newest challenge in life.

Words: 12585, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley, Howie “Chimney” Han, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Karen Wilson, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Harry Grant (9-1-1 TV), Denny Wilson, Nia Wilson, Mentioned May Grant - Character, Original Child Character(s), mentioned Ali Martin, Carla Price

Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Maddie Buckley/Howie “Chimney” Han

Additional Tags: not quite accidental baby acquisition, Soft Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Established Relationship, Buck has a daughter, Firehouse 118 Crew as Family (9-1-1 TV), Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are Evan “Buck” Buckley’s Parents, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, seriously this is so fluffy, Domestic Fluff, Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz Are In Love, Not Beta Read, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Big Brother Christopher Diaz

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@911onfox really be out here, confirming that Buck is, in fact, a bottom

#evan 'buck' buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #top eddie diaz #bottom evan buckley #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #buddie #911 #911fox #911onfox #911 on fox #911 fox

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How did we go from:

"Because, Evan, you came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot. You act like you're expendable. But you're wrong.

To:

"I'm leaving the 118"

#this art is mind blowing #🤯 #how are you so talented #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck and eddie #buckley diaz #911 fanart #fan art

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Missing their hugs💔

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by abow123456

Buck saves more than one Christmas this year, and his family make sure he knows just how much he’s appreciated.

Words: 4551, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Karen Wilson, Maddie Buckley, Howie “Chimney” Han, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Denny Wilson, Harry Grant (9-1-1 TV), May Grant (9-1-1 TV), Original Characters

Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley & Firehouse 118 Crew, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Evan “Buck” Buckley is a Sweetheart, this is literally just fluff, Athena Grant and Bobby Nash are Evan “Buck” Buckley’s Parents, Christmas Presents, Christopher Denny Harry and Jee-Yun are National Treasures, First Kiss, Getting Together, Mistletoe, Buck is a softy, he cries a lot, but good tears, Not Beta Read

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fox I see your cute tweet and raise you:

#no #ouch #this was uncalled for #but also lmao

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Manifesting making out in Buck’s kitchen.

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I’m crying?

Buddie Week Day 4: A Character Who Knows ⟿ Bobby’s Thoughts

speech bubble text by meme queen @lesbiandiaz

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buck: i bet you couldn't fit the whole popsicle in your mouth

eddie, without thinking: oh please, i had bigger things in my mouth

buck and eddie: *staring at each other, realizing what he said*

hen, putting down her book: oh boy, this day just got a whole lot better

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Buddie Week 2021 ↳ Day 4 - character(s) who know: everyone