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fireladybuckley · 3 years

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congratulations on your milestone, love! could i request 5 with buddie? :)

Sure thing, love <3 Thank you for all your support and friendship (and betaing!) over the last while, you are simply awesome. :)

#5 - “At least let me clean it.”

“You sure you don’t need help with those?” Eddie asked, watching Buck’s biceps bulge as he lifted a heavy metal crate.

“Nah, I’m fine,” Buck said, grunting as he hefted the crate high into the air and slid it onto its shelf. “It’s a good workout!”

Eddie shook his head as Buck flashed a grin at him, then shrugged and moved on.

“Alright, I’m going to start inventory on the medical supplies then.”

“Sounds good to me,” Buck agreed easily, turning back to the stack of metal crates containing extra equipment and lifting the second one.

Eddie moved over to the area where they kept the medical supplies and began counting, feeling his eyes start to cross within moments. Doing inventory was always one of the most boring jobs, but he and Buck had volunteered to start while the others went on a medical call, figuring the earlier they started, the earlier they could be done.

Eddie was halfway through counting boxes of sterile gauze when he heard Buck let out a wordless yell of alarm, then a deafening crash of metal and a cry of pain. Eddie dropped the boxes of gauze he was holding and bolted over to where he’d left Buck. The first thing he saw was one of the metal crates on its side on the floor, its contents spilled everywhere. Second was Buck, sitting on the floor where he’d clearly fallen over, clutching a hand to the side of his face and looking pained.

“Buck! Are you okay?” Eddie asked in alarm, hurrying over to him and kneeling down at his side.

“Y-yeah, I think,” Buck said, wincing as he held onto his face. Eddie reached up and gently pulled away Buck’s hand, though the other man tried to resist. Eddie wrinkled his nose and inhaled a little sharply, seeing a jagged cut along Buck’s temple and over his cheekbone that began oozing blood down the side of his face the second the pressure from his hand was removed.

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts,” Eddie said, leaning closer and examining the edges of the wounds. “Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

“I’m fine,” Buck groaned, pushing Eddie away with his clean hand and struggling to his feet, gripping the shelving unit to pull himself upright. Eddie followed him, watching as he swayed on the spot, reaching out to steady him.

“Buck, I need to make sure you’re okay,” Eddie said, and there was a command somewhere in his voice that Buck automatically responded to, turning towards him but looking wary. “At least let me clean it.”

“Fine,” Buck muttered, grudgingly allowing Eddie to put a hand on his back and lead him away from the mess he’d made, sitting down on the bench as Eddie brought him into the locker area. As Eddie ran off to get a med kit, Buck touched the side of his face, wincing at the sting of the wound and the feeling of his blood on his fingers. He could feel it slipping down his neck, slowly soaking into the collar of his shirt and he shuddered, hating the sensation.

Buck realized he could feel pain on his arm as well and pulled up the short sleeve of his shirt, noting that the cloth was ripped. Sure enough, there was another cut underneath that had soaked blood into the fabric of the sleeve and now oozed sluggishly down his arm in its absence. Buck swore, running his clean hand through his hair in frustration. Why did he always have to get hurt? Was it really so much to ask to go through a two week period without having to get patched up at least once?

Eddie returned with the med kit just as Buck was twisting his arm around to look at the wound and shook his head.

“Got you twice, huh? What happened, exactly?” Eddie asked, sitting down on the bench next to Buck and digging through the med kit for the supplies he needed.

“I was lifting one of the crates and it tipped over a bit when I tried to get it on the shelf. I guess it wasn’t closed properly because several pieces of equipment fell out onto my face. Lost my balance and dropped the crate,” Buck sighed, thinking of all the stuff he was going to have to clean up afterwards.

“Are you alright? Did the equipment hit you hard, or just cut you?” Eddie asked, trying to ascertain if Buck could be head-injured, looking for the maglite.

“No, it just cut me,” Buck replied. “I fell over because I tried to back up too fast and tripped, not because it hit my head.”

Eddie noticed that Buck sounded a bit embarrassed but shook his head slightly, dismissing it. It could have happened to him just as easily; if he’d had a cascade of heavy metal equipment falling towards his face he’d have backed up in a hurry as well.

“Going to check your pupillary reflex anyway, just in case,” Eddie said and Buck nodded. Buck looked up obediently and held still as Eddie shone the light into each of his eyes, checking his pupils. “Looks good, thankfully.”

“This is probably going to sting,” Eddie said apologetically as he unwrapped an antiseptic wipe next and turned to Buck. Buck sighed and sat still, not really bothered as Eddie cleaned the cut on his arm. It stung a little, but it wasn’t terrible. Buck was far more focused on the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his skin, the warmth of his grip as he steadied Buck’s arm with one hand, cleaning the wound with the other. The feeling of Eddie touching him, even in this more clinical way, had set his heart racing and he bit the inside of his lip, looking away from Eddie, sure his expression would betray him.

He and Eddie were in uncharted territory, as far as he was concerned. Recently, feelings between them had become known, but neither one had moved past those admissions and done something about it. Buck had been dying to ask Eddie on a date, but he was too nervous most of the time to actually do it, despite knowing that Eddie was interested in him.

“Okay, all done. That cut isn’t very deep, but I’ll cover it just so it stays clean for the rest of the shift. You can take the bandage off as soon as you get home and let it breathe.”

“Okay,” Buck agreed, still looking away as Eddie taped some gauze to the wound and pulled his slightly tattered sleeve down over it. Buck watched Eddie out of the corner of his eye as the other man shifted on the bench, straddling it and facing Buck.

“Come closer,” Eddie requested, and Buck couldn’t think of a reason to protest so he shuffled closer, until he was practically sitting between Eddie’s legs. Eddie being so near jacked up his heart rate once more until he was sure Eddie would be able to sense it, which really only made things worse.

Eddie reached up and began to dab at the wound on the side of Buck’s face, and this time, it really did sting. Buck let out a small hiss of pain and turned his head instinctively, trying to move away from the burning sensation. Eddie’s face scrunched up in sympathy, but he reached up with his free hand and cupped Buck’s face, gently but firmly turning his head back and holding it in place.

“Sorry, I know it hurts, but you have to stay still,” Eddie admonished gently, and Buck swallowed hard as Eddie leaned closer, focusing on the wound. It felt strangely intimate to have him so close; Buck could smell his aftershave and see every individual hair in the stubble over his jaw that was starting to push through his skin after nearly 20 hours on shift. The touch of Eddie’s hand along his chin and cheek sent his nerves into a frenzy, and he let out a shaky breath, hoping Eddie would mistake his nerves for pain, rather than suspect just how affected by Eddie he was.

Eddie, too, was affected by his proximity to Buck, but he was doing his best not to show it. Buck’s bright blue eyes were so expressive, Eddie could see the apprehension in them, the unspoken words that he was longing to say shining back at him. Eddie gently cleaned the wound, holding Buck’s head still, desperately resisting the urge to slip the hand holding Buck’s chin up his jaw and into his hair, to pull him close and kiss him the way he’d been dreaming about for weeks.

Eddie finished cleaning the wound and then gently wiped up the blood that had slipped down Buck’s cheek and neck, stroking his skin with the wipe, trying to clean up the drying blood without rubbing too hard. Buck shivered as Eddie’s fingers ghosted over the skin of his neck and Eddie’s eyes flickered to Buck’s, seeing the nervousness there, the embarrassment of the shiver that he hadn’t been able to suppress.

“I’m just going to put a couple of steri strips on this, okay?” Eddie asked after a moment, his voice quieter than before. His affection and desire for Buck was screaming in his chest and he was amazed that Buck couldn’t hear it through his neutral words. Buck nodded in response, and Eddie carefully applied the steri strips, closing the wound and dabbing at the bit of fresh blood that squeezed out.

“All finished,” Eddie said softly, and despite his words, Eddie’s hand lingered on the side of Buck’s face, his fingers still steadying Buck’s jaw. A sudden silence passed between them as Eddie found he couldn’t pull away, and instead he slipped his hand a little higher, cupping Buck’s entire cheek, his thumb gently stroking over Buck’s uninjured cheekbone.

Buck looked over at him, his blue eyes shining; Eddie knew immediately how important this moment was - Buck’s eyes conveyed a vulnerability that Eddie had never seen before. Buck’s expression showed a complete trust in Eddie, but also a shyness that anyone who thought they knew Buck would never have suspected was there. Eddie could see from that single look how much Buck wanted to be with him, but that he was afraid to make the first move, afraid of being rejected again. Eddie also knew he was afraid, like Eddie was, of what might happen if they tried being together but it didn’t work out - what would happen to their friendship? And yet, Eddie couldn’t do this anymore. He knew how Buck felt, and not being with him when they both felt the same way was incompatible with life as he knew it.

So, instead of withdrawing his hand, Eddie took a breath and then did exactly as he had imagined a few minutes prior. He slipped his hand along Buck’s jawline and downwards until his hand rested comfortably on Buck’s neck, his fingers gently teasing the ends of Buck’s hair. Eddie could feel Buck’s pulse pounding against his hand and knew he was as excited and nervous as Eddie was, which somehow helped fill Eddie with the confidence to finish what he’d started.

Closing the distance between them, Eddie pulled Buck’s head a little closer as he leaned forward, and in an instant their lips had met. Eddie felt Buck inhale a little sharply in reaction, but then he was pressing closer, kissing Eddie back. It was like a fire ran through his veins; Eddie felt all of his limbs tingle with electricity as they embraced, his own heart racing as Buck let out a soft whimper and pressed even closer to him. Eddie wrapped his free arm around Buck’s side, his hand resting on and stroking Buck’s back, and it was Eddie’s turn to let out a soft noise as he felt Buck’s hand reach up and hesitantly touch his cheek, settling there after a moment.

Eventually they broke apart, the silence around them broken only by their shaking breaths. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment, the brown considering the blue, before they moved back together in unison, joined together in a kiss once more. Buck’s heart was pounding in his chest as he wrapped both of his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, Eddie responding by pulling him in as close as possible, deepening the kiss as they both became breathless, desperate for more.

They only broke apart a moment later as Buck’s radio, which was positioned right below their heads, suddenly blared into life with Bobby’s voice, letting them know that they were headed back to the firehouse. Buck and Eddie both sat there, panting, then burst into laughter, throwing their arms around each other and hugging. The hug ended abruptly as the side of Buck’s face bumped into Eddie’s and he let out an involuntary gasp of pain and flinched away.

“Sorry!” Eddie said apologetically, standing up and leaning over, pressing a kiss into Buck’s hair, beside his wound. Buck smiled at the sweet gesture, looking up at Eddie as the other man gathered the garbage from the supplies he’d used. Eddie grabbed Buck a new shirt and helped him peel off the ripped, blood-stained one he was wearing, and by the time they’d tossed the old shirt and Buck had pulled on the new, they could hear the truck rumbling outside, about to pull into the house.

“So… where does that leave us, then?” Buck asked, turning his back to the parking bay and looking over at Eddie, who had just turned back to join him. Eddie could see the hope in Buck’s eyes, and knew there was nothing else to it.

“Why don’t we get breakfast after our shift and see where that goes?” Eddie asked, trying to sound casual but aware that the eagerness that Buck felt was also clear in his tone.

“Sounds like a date,” Buck replied after a moment, and there was barely suppressed joy in his voice that made Eddie smile. Quickly, just before the truck pulled in, Eddie ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips, leaving the other man feeling dizzy with happiness as the truck appeared in the bay.

Buck watched as Eddie walked away and followed in a daze to greet the others as they returned, suddenly finding himself under a barrage of questions and concerns as Hen, then Bobby and then Chim noticed his facial injury and grilled him about it. As Buck laughed and insisted that he was alright, he caught Eddie’s eye from across the room and bit his lip as Eddie grinned at him. Buck had never wanted to get off of a shift as badly as he did at that moment, and the memory of their kisses sustained him over the next few hours until they could finally be together, exploring what ‘together’ really meant for the first time.

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Shax - Demon of Chaos - Original Fallen / Dani Filth - Solomon Julian Ignacio - Son of Chaos / Halfling / Adam Lambert

Double bio

Shax / Demon of Chaos - Original Fallen Angel / Jules’ Father

The Lesser Key of Solomon attempts to describe him. Man only knows so much. He’ll tell none his story. But Julian knows it all too well and how it affects all their lives.

From the Lesser Key “(44.) SHAN. - The Forty-fourth Spirit is Shax, or Shaz (or Shass). He is a Great Marquis and appeareth in the Form of a Stock-Dove, speaking with a voice hoarse, but yet subtle. His Office is to take away the Sight, Hearing, or Understanding of any Man or Woman at the command of the Exorcist; and to steal money out of the houses of Kings, and to carry it again in 1,200 years. If commanded he will fetch Horses at the request of the Exorcist, or any other thing. But he must first be commanded into a Triangle, Ò, or else he will deceive him, and tell him many Lies. He can discover all things that are Hidden, and not kept by Wicked Spirits. He giveth good Familiars, sometimes. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc.”

Another interpretation:

“Marquis Shax Shax[4] (also spelled Chax, Shan, Shass, Shaz, and Scox) is a Great Marquis of Hell, and has power over thirty legions of demons. He takes away the sight, hearing and understanding of any person under the conjurer’s request, and steals money out of kings’ houses, carrying it back in 1200 years. He also steals horses and everything the conjurer asks. Shax can also discover hidden things if they are not kept by evil spirits, and sometimes gives good familiars, but sometimes those familiars deceive the conjurer. Shax is thought to be faithful and obedient, but is a great liar and will deceive the conjurer unless obliged to enter a magic triangle drawn on the floor. He will then speak marvellously and tell the truth. He is depicted as a stork that speaks with a hoarse but subtle voice; his voice changes into a beautiful one once he entered the magic triangle.”

Interpretations don’t mean much to Jules. The last thing Shax can be is summed up in a few short sentences. He embodies chaos; feeds from it; great powerful, dizzying and destructive to any life he touches.

Zodiac Position: 5-9 degrees of Scorpio - October 28th-November 1st Tarot Card: 5 of Cups Planet: Mars/Pluto Candle Color: Black Plant: Purslane Metal: Iron/Plutonium Element: Water Rank: Marquis Control Over: 30 Legions Demon of: Chaos

Half Demon | Original Character | Adam Lambert

PERSONALITY & DEMEANOR

"I have walked a million miles in a hundred pairs of shoes In search of some universal truth Well a deity just came to me and handed me a scroll to read And I will gladly pass it on to you”

Jules is a highly animated person. He’s predictably unpredictable. When getting acquainted with Jules one finds out pretty quickly that you just can never really know what’s going to come out of his mouth except for the fact that whatever it is, is going to be outrageous. He’s highly impulsive and will jump up and be rearing to go at the first thought of any idea ready to take action. He’s an “everybody’s friend” type of personality and a real go-getter. Stagnancy and boredom are things he just refuses to take part in and has to be doing something all the time.

He can be cynical, sarcastic, or dirty-minded to the rude degree. He has a temper that can tantrum out in the most child-like ways. But, he’s also a bit of a comic, witty, with an air of truth to his humor. He can be quite the pranking mischievous creature and is often up to something..

Jules also has a drastically softer side that only his nearest and dearest would ever really get to see when all the public flamboyance falls away behind closed doors. It’s a side that isn’t just good, or nice, or sweet, or cute, but it’s fragile and Jules is easier to break than all his confident air would allow people to assume.

FULL NAME

: Solomon Julian Charbonneau

NICKNAMES

: Jules

SPECIES

: Half-Angel

(born of a fallen angel/demon father [The Great Marquis Shax, Demon of Chaos] and a human mother)

CURRENT AGE

: Somewhere around 500 years old (His demonic father withheld his true birth date)

DATE OF BIRTH

: Unknown

PLACE OF BIRTH

: Unknown

PLACE RAISED AS A CHILD

: Hell

PERSONAL HISTORY

“I’ve gotten drunk and shot the breeze with kings of far off lands They showed me wealth as far as I could see. But their kingdoms seemed all shrivelly and they all cried with jealousy When I leaned in and told them about you.”

As the son of the Demon of Chaos, Jules’ life has always been full of it. As a half demon himself, He would thrive in it and created it in his every footstep, but not always purposely. It follows him and has a way of always consuming his life.

His life is often preoccupied by beauty, outer and his own. Even his parents coming together was based on it. His father, Shax would come in the form of a mutated gargoyle-esque stork. He passed those feathers on to Jules in his demon form as a Gryffin

His mother was a human who consented to a contract with the Demon Marquis Shax. The contract gave her the beauty she coveted in exchange for her soul. Shortly after, Shax coveted the beauty he created, henceforth Julian was born. What his mother didn’t realize was that she wasn’t to enjoy her beauty for long. Immediately becoming pregnant, gaining weight, spoiling her new found body, becoming bedridden, only to die in childbirth, Julian never knew her. He killed her. His powers gone amuck with his departure from the womb.

Jules was raised in Hell as a demon and his greatest desires included boasting his accomplishments of power and souls gained for Hell’s purpose, completely fearing retribution for not living up to his father’s legacy. Shax commanded thirty legions. Jules never did command any.

Jules history as a half-demon is a long and well-traveled one dating back to the 1500’s playing games with Pirates in the Second Anglo-Dutch War. But, much of his time was spent traipsing European countries, spending much time in Italy. Venice remains his favored place. This is where he learned more of romance tapping into his more human emotions. After the abolishment of the Italian monarchy and republic establishment he moved along. He spent the mid 1700’s in France robbing the royalty of Louis XV, he also made “friends” with chief mistress (Maîtresse-en-titre) Madame de Pompadour. He played a part in fashioning the Pompadour hairstyle and high-heels. But, it was his time spent in Germany where Jules created his largest scale demonic feat in the Holocaust era boosting German pride causing much of the tragedy that was WWII between 1939 - 1945. He stayed in the area until Mussolini was shot in 1945. It was soon after the part he played there, with his largest scale demonic crime, that it took it’s toll on his conscious (building his heart’s wall) and his life started to turn away from creating harm to human-kind and focused even more towards self-indulgence. This was when he moved to the United States and started forging a path that stayed only in the limelight of the stage through cabarets and vaudeville acts until modern day nightclubs became more his home.

Through his struggles and continual set-backs trying to rise up the demon social ladder and hierarchy, there was a time he considered his mother to be the reason for all his struggles, being tainted by human blood. But, the harbored guilt for harming a race he was also a part of was finally released bringing him to his knees in the arms of a do-gooding vigilante vampire. He soon saw himself tainted by the demon blood that cursed his life, beginning a newer struggle for being “good” while his demonic animal-like instincts still reigned strong over his willpower and desire to help the innocent.

FACTS & TID BITS

“I know I’ll stumble I know I’ll still face defeat These second chances will define me So I’m moving forward I’m standing on my two feet I’ve got momentum I’ve got someone saving me”

POWERS

As a direct descendent of Shax, the Great Marquis of Hell, Demon of Chaos, he was passed many but not all of his father’s qualities such as taking away the sight, hearing, and understanding of people, steals money and horses, can also discover hidden things if they are not kept by evil spirits, and creates and calls forth familiars (giving him a connection to the animal kingdom, providing totems to others), but sometimes those familiars deceived the conjurer. He exceled in lying and betrayal. He was also born with a few powers unique to himself such as the ability to invoke three feelings…envy, pride, and fear, and fed from them, for sustenance. Plus, he could produce tangible illusions/hallucinations. He can gauge the strength of people’s souls, a useful skill in sizing up a potential victim for recruitment to Hell, and identifying species.

WEAKNESSESS

If he is confined to a triangle, he will speak truth on supernatural matters, point out hidden treasures not guarded by evil spirits, and obey the exorcist. He gets weak if he doesn’t get his emotional “feeds”. He also harbors hindering guilt over what he puts people through to get those feeds. Unstable emotions and the scent/sight of blood can bring out his demon form.

PLAY BY

: Adam Lambert

Theme Songs

For Demon-Kind

The End

For Self

What I’ve Overcome

Some of Jules’ Job History

: He once worked in Bodfish partime to work at the

Silver City Ghost Town

. He uses his powers to play with the tourists making them think they see more than is really there. He only worked weekends.

He was also into “Alternative Modeling” and has an agent through the HVQ Agency

He was in management training at

The Abbey

(Best Gay Bar in the World as Voted by LOGO TV) and mingling with big wigs with the

SBE.

He has also been a member of the

The Celebration Theater

a professional LGBT acting group. He has a tendency to take understudy roles and helps with costumes, hair, make-up, and stage-tech duties.

Messenger Boy

Black Jack Dealer

Ghost Hunter Tour guide. (used power to invoke fear and illusions he had a great time making the tours far more interesting)

Full Time Drag Queen

Club Owner/Businessman: 3 story entertainment complex called The Rabbit Hole

Been a part of Auto Theft Rings, and Larceny Rings as well.

Traveling Minstrel

Cabaret Dancer

Vaudevillian Singer

Magician

Japanese Senti Attendant

(Though most regular human-type jobs he’s taken on are just play money. As a demon the most of his finances came from Larceny. Jules considered himself the King of Thieves) often working with curators of museums as a treasure hunter hobbiest selling stolen antiquities and creating fakes. He only works jobs to infiltrate human kind. He’s not doing it for money or to contribute to society)

More Facts

~ Loves 18th century European art.

~ As a demon was in charge of caring for the demon horse mares in Hell

~ Loves show tunes and musicals

~ Adores Classical Music

~ Is an Antique Roadshow junkie

~ Is a whizz with a Bedazzler

~ Has taken ballroom dancing lessons

~ Has taken Tae Kwon Do and weapons classes in Thailand (not advanced in these skills but he likes to pretend to be)

~ Loves to Sing

~ Designs & tailors his own fashions (was once employed as the devil’s tailor)

~ Keeps up with designer labels

~ Avid club goer

~ Likes to be treated like a “Princess"

~ Much of his antique and art collection was stolen from European royalty with his Father centuries ago. But has since burned almost everything that had to do with his demonic days setting the past free of him.

~ Wrap Sheet. (Grand Theft Auto {was caught on purpose as a distraction for a bigger heist, sentenced to probation}, Grand Larceny of the 1st degree {Class B Felony, sentenced to 12 years, but only served one month thinking it might be fun to hassle the prisoners, then got bored, and used his powers to convince a judge to give him a get out of jail free card}, Petit Theft {got caught on purpose as a distraction for others, never served time.} Jules has had numerous DUI’s, speeding tickets, and public nudity charges.

Even More Facts

Likes

: Attention, sincerity, new experiences

Dislikes

:Boredom, stagnancy, dull colors,

Fears

: Satan, his father Shax, and other demons

Education

: Educated in Hell in demonic ways, hasn’t completed any true degrees on Earth, but has often posed as students from elementary age to university with his power of illusion to learn things or get things he wants to experience at that moment in time.

Season:

Fall

Color:

Purple

Food:

Comfort Foods, and pasta

Ice Cream:

Dark Chocolate

Smell:

Lavender

Drink:

Frappes'

Hobbies:

Building bird houses & doll houses,

Instruments:

Lute, Piano, Voice

Music:

eclectic tastes through the ages, often sticking with what’s modern at the time, staying current

Fav Songs:

Simply Red's

A Song For You

Matt Alber's

End of the World

Movies:

Les Miserables, Rent, Up, Anything Disney or Tim Burton

Book:

Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, by Richard Bach

Tatts/Piercings:

He has a My Little Pony tattoo on his hip, some lines from the Song of Solomon on his ribs, The Eye of Horus on his wrist along with an infinity sign, He has piercings only lover’s tend to find (yes that’s what you think it means). He once had a cross on his back between his shoulder blades. This was his first line of defense to warn him if he started to sin. It would burn him if he crosses too far over the line. He’s since cut it off of himself.

#bio #jules bio #shax's bio

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fireladybuckley · 3 years

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Congrats on 1700 followers! 6. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” please

Thank you so much! Here you go! I hope you enjoy it! <3 <3

“Oh, shit.”

“What?” Buck looked up from where he was taking one last swig of his drink, watching as Eddie, who had just stood and was tucking his wallet into his pocket, stared off in the distance with a grimace.

“It just started pouring,” Eddie groaned, pointing out the window. Buck turned his head, his mouth falling open slightly at the sheer volume of rain pounding down outside. Buck stood and they walked towards the door, peering out into the torrential downpour.

“Maybe we can wait it out?” Eddie said hopefully, but the hostess who was standing nearby shook her head.

“It’s supposed to rain all afternoon,” she told them, pointing at the TV screen behind the bar that had the weather report up on it. Eddie groaned, but Buck laughed.

“Come on Eddie, it’s just water,” Buck said, grinning at the look on Eddie’s face. “It’ll be fine.”

“Remind me why we didn’t drive, again?” Eddie said with a sigh, squinting towards the door, his nose wrinkled up.

“Because we live three blocks from here. Let’s go!” Buck said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards the door, calling back to the hostess. “Thank you!”

“Have a nice night!” she called after them as Buck dragged Eddie through the door.

Eddie gasped as he was deluged from above, water pelting down onto him, spotting his shirt, soaking through his hair. Buck ducked his head but then laughed as Eddie shuddered, unbothered as the rain began to soak him, too. Eddie broke into a jog, not wanting to sprint after eating a large meal, but he was keen to get home as fast as possible.

“Eds, there’s no point in rushing,” Buck called after they’d gone a block, the rain streaming down his face, dripping from his fingers. Their shirts were already completely sodden, plastered to their skin, their hair soaked and wilting, their pants spotted front and back with water. Eddie slowed to a walk and turned to squint at Buck, resigned to their fate.

“Yeah I guess,” Eddie agreed, and they began to walk at a comfortable pace, though Buck kept slowing down to look around and watch the rain, seemingly unaffected by the water pouring over his head.

Buck turned his face to the sky, letting the drops hit his skin, enjoying the feeling. It hadn’t rained in weeks and it had been very hot recently; the rain was extremely welcome, even if Eddie was a bit grumpy about it. Buck opened his eyes again, blinking water out of his lashes just as lightning split the sky a few miles away, thunder rumbling a few seconds later.

“Okay, now we should hurry,” Eddie said, staring in the direction of the lightning in mild alarm.

“Oh whatever, that was miles away,” Buck shrugged, walking at a lazy pace, “We’re not in any danger.”

Eddie walked beside him, eyeing the sky to monitor the storm’s progress. He looked back at Buck and had to smile at the look on the other man’s face; Buck was walking with his eyes nearly closed, a serene smile curling his lips as he held his arms slightly out to each side, letting the rain soak his already dripping shirt, run over his face and through his hair. Eddie felt affection for Buck ripple through him and reached out, taking Buck’s hand as they walked along. Buck snapped out of his peaceful moment and smiled at Eddie, gripping his hand back, enjoying himself immensely.

Eddie was starting to enjoy it too, irresistibly affected by Buck’s happiness beside him. He was enjoying it, that was, until a flash of lightning streaked through the sky much closer, the responding thunder booming around them after barely a second or two. Eddie pulled on Buck’s hand, trying to make him go faster, but Buck resisted, coming to a full stop as the rain suddenly started coming down even harder, harder than Eddie had ever experienced before.

“This is amazing! Feel the rain!” Buck yelled over the roar of the downpour, squinting through the barrage of droplets hitting his face.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?!” Eddie shouted back, pulling on his hand again. “Let’s go! You’re crazy!”

Buck laughed as Eddie yanked on his arm, giving up and following him as Eddie pulled him insistently along. They stopped about a block from home, taking shelter under an overhang at the convenience store nearby, watching as the storm raged around them. They were still getting splashed with water but were safe from the lightning there, watching the storm in awe, their hands still clasped together.

The lightning was dazzling and the thunder deafening, but the storm was over as quickly as it had started. Within minutes the lightning was flashing farther and farther away in the opposite direction, the thunder quieting until it only rumbled in the distance.

“Those clouds must be moving fast,” Buck commented, peeking out from their shelter. Eddie followed suit and immediately got a faceful of water, Buck laughing as Eddie spluttered.

“Come on, we can go home now,” Eddie said, starting to feel cool in his wet clothes, eager to get out of them. Buck followed along willingly as Eddie strode out into the still pouring rain, ducking his head as it began to pelt him again. They were nearly home when Buck grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him back, stopping him in his tracks.

“What?” Eddie asked, squinting at him through the rain. Buck smiled at him, excitement flashing in his eyes, and Eddie didn’t have a chance to say another word before Buck had pulled him even closer - so close that Eddie could feel the droplets splashing off of Buck’s face and onto his.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Buck told him, before slipping his hands up Eddie’s neck and cupping his face, pulling him into a kiss. Surprised, Eddie didn’t move at first; the kiss was very wet, but Buck’s cool lips were soft as always and Eddie kissed him back, recovering from his surprise and wrapping his arms around Buck’s middle, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together.

The rain poured over them but they were oblivious to the streams pouring down their faces, down their necks and backs. Eddie was lost in Buck’s embrace and Buck deepened the kiss, one thumb stroking Eddie’s neck as the other slipped into his sopping hair. The rain made the kiss more exciting somehow, and Eddie slipped his hands under Buck’s wet shirt, settling them on Buck’s waist, his thumbs stroking his skin, forgetting that they were in plain view of the neighbours.

They remained oblivious until a bolt of lightning flashed unexpectedly close, lightning up the sky all around them. They broke apart, confused, then both ducked instinctively as the thunder boomed around them, so loud it shook the ground.

“Come on!” Buck laughed, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards the house, which was still a half-block away. They broke into a run and managed to make it inside just as the lightning flashed again right over them, the responding crack of thunder instant and deafening.

“Just in time,” Eddie gasped, breathing hard as Buck slammed the door behind them. Buck grinned and shook his head from side to side, spraying Eddie and the walls around them with water, his previously coiffed hair collapsing into soggy curls.

“That was great,” Buck laughed, watching as Eddie looked down at where he was dripping on the floor, looking slightly forlorn.

Buck smiled and they helped each other peel off their wet clothes, shivering as the cool breeze from the nearby AC unit prickled their bare skin. Eddie suggested they take a shower and Buck happily agreed, hopping in with Eddie until they were warm again. They spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch in the living room, snuggled together and watching a movie, pausing whenever the storm started up again so they could watch, feeling sleepy and content as the steady sound of the rain lulled them to sleep.

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Congratulations on the milestone, babe! That's so amazing!!! Gods, I remember when you celebrated 100 a few years ago. Now you're up to 1700??? Insane. I'm so happy for you! May I please request 7 with Buddie, please? ♥♥♥

Thank you so much, babe. For the congratulations, and for being my biggest supporter and always getting me through times of doubt and self-consciousness. You are an amazing partner, friend, beta-reader and all around person and I love you so much 😍 I hope you like your fic!

Prompt: “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” (Thank you @dearestdiaz for beta-ing this ficlet! I appreciate it!! <3)

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“Wow, that wind is really picking up,” Eddie commented, shading his eyes as he squinted in the breeze that was ruffling his wet hair rather violently. Buck planted his feet on the sandy bottom and followed Eddie’s gaze, the wind all but slapping him in the face as he turned his head.

“Yeah it is,” Buck agreed, rising to his full height. “But look, it’ll make the waves bigger, that’s always fun.”

“True,” Eddie smiled as Buck grinned at him and dove into the water, diving after him, trying to catch him as he swam off. The ocean felt incredibly refreshing as they shot through it, flipping around and laughing like kids.

Eddie’s abuela had taken Christopher for the weekend, Buck’s air conditioner was on the fritz, and Eddie’s house wasn’t much cooler. The heat had been relentless for at least a week so they’d taken to the beach, hoping the ocean would cool them down. The forecast was predicting storms late that afternoon, so Eddie supposed that was why the wind was picking up so much, but for the time being, the sky was clear and cloudless, the sun beating down on them.

The waves began to increase in size as Buck had predicted, and they spent a good half an hour diving over, through or under them, feeling that wonderful sense of relief every time they submerged, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Soon the water became even choppier, and they stood waist-deep, catching their breath and bracing themselves as the waves crashed against them, sometimes washing over as high as their shoulders.

“Should we get out?” Eddie asked, hopping a little to avoid a wave smacking him in the face, watching Buck do the same.

“Nah, this is fun,” Buck said, jumping over the next wave as well. “We can leave in a few.”

Eddie shrugged agreeably and they continued their fun, the waves growing noticeably larger as the wind picked up even more, large storm clouds starting to form on the horizon. After nearly face-planting into a particularly large wave, Eddie stood and shook out his hair, feeling like there was seawater in his brain, trying to blow his sinuses free. Buck had just noticed he’d stopped and stood up, moving towards him to ask if he was okay, when Eddie noticed a huge wave growing right behind Buck.

“Buck! Watch out!” Eddie called, pointing, and Buck whirled around just in time to see the wave crest higher than his head. Before he could move, the wave broke and smashed down right into his face and shoulders, the force of the blow knocking him off his feet. Buck choked as he was tossed about under the water, wincing as his back slammed against the sand below, the circular motion of the surprisingly strong wave flipping him around as he flailed helplessly, trying to figure out which way was up as seawater filled his nose and mouth.

It happened in an instant; one moment Buck was out for a swim with Eddie, and the next, he was back in the tsunami, being thrown around like a ragdoll under the water, sure he was going to die. Panic spread through his body like electricity and he cried out for help while still under the surface, which only made him choke on the water more. The waves calmed for a moment and Buck thought maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to right himself, but then another rolling wave swept into him and he was tumbling again, terror engulfing him. He was going to die, he just knew it, his lungs burning as he clawed desperately at the water, but he was so disoriented in his panic that he had no idea what was happening anymore.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around his chest from behind and pulled hard, bringing him to the surface as his legs flailed, trying to find the bottom. Buck’s desperate gasp for air as soon as his head was free of the water was quickly eclipsed by deep, hacking coughs, his body convulsing as he spit up copious amounts of ocean water. Someone was shouting something at him and started dragging him along, Buck stumbling and following as best as he could, still coughing violently. Another large wave slammed into his back and Buck lost his balance, falling forward out of the person’s grip and landing face-first in the frothy water.

“Buck! Come on, you gotta stand!”

Buck tried to obey, Eddie’s voice just barely reaching him as he struggled to his feet, nearly collapsing as the water streamed down his face, waves continually crashing into him. Buck was still in full panic mode as he blindly stumbled forward, desperate to get out of there, but he was so disoriented that he kept tripping over his own feet as he tried to run, the water slowing him down.

“Buck, hey! Are you okay?” Eddie asked as he finally caught up to Buck again, sloshing his way through the thigh-deep water to Buck’s side. Buck was still coughing a bit and he was shaking like a leaf as Eddie reached out and steadied him, gripping his bare arms tightly and holding him upright as he swayed on the spot.

“Buck? Buck, what’s happening?” Eddie asked urgently as Buck's wide eyes flickered wildly around them and he tugged against Eddie’s hold, trying to flee.

“We gotta get out of here, we gotta run!” Buck exclaimed wildly, trying to pull himself free of Eddie’s grip on him, staggering as another sizable wave slammed into them at chest height, nearly knocking them both over.

“Let go! I have to find Christopher!” Buck gasped, wrenching himself out of Eddie’s hold and stumbling forward. Eddie rushed towards him, sudden understanding hitting him as he grabbed Buck’s arm once more and spun him around, forcing Buck to face him even as he struggled.

“Buck, no, Christopher isn’t here. Buck, this isn’t the tsunami, you’re both safe.”

Eddie shook Buck slightly in his urgency, watching the doubt and fear on Buck’s face, trying to shatter the flashback. Buck was still struggling against his hold, his face still a mask of panic as Eddie gripped him tightly, pulling him closer.

“Buck! Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” Eddie’s tone was forceful as he tried to snap Buck’s attention back to him, lifting a hand and cupping Buck’s cheek, and this time it seemed to work. Buck’s eyes found him, but he still looked scared, meeting Eddie’s gaze though his eyes flickered back and forth between Eddie’s, like he was searching for something.

“Eddie?” Buck asked shakily, breathing hard as he stared at Eddie’s face, trying to understand. The panic was still very much alive in him, making him want to run and clouding his logic, but something in Eddie’s eyes held him there, and Buck slowly came to realize that they were standing together in the waves, on the beach, years after the tsunami had happened.

“Yeah, Buck. Yeah, it’s me,” Eddie told him reassuringly, his voice less abrupt now that he had Buck’s attention, stroking Buck’s cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re okay, I promise, this is not the tsunami. You were having a flashback.”

Buck looked around them and saw that although the waves were large, they were definitely not tsunami-large. He saw other people milling around them, the beach stretching as far as he could see, dotted by thousands of umbrellas and towels, the other people completely unbothered.

“I… I thought…” Buck stammered, feeling dizzy as some of his abject panic began to fade. He coughed a little weakly as his throat burned from the water he’d swallowed and then coughed up, his head aching from the water in his sinuses and the extreme emotions.

“I know, Buck,” Eddie said gently, his heart breaking as Buck’s face changed from an expression of fear to looking like he was about to cry. Eddie pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him, their bare chests pressing together. Buck clung to him, shaking, burying his face into Eddie’s shoulder. They stood like that for a few moments as Buck struggled to get his breathing under control, still hyperventilating, and Eddie held him close and murmured reassurances, coaching him to breathe slowly.

Another large wave hit Eddie in the back hard enough that he stumbled forward a little, unintentionally pushing Buck and destabilizing him. Buck gasped, clinging to Eddie for balance, his respiration rate shooting upwards again. Eddie apologized, steadying him, then shifted so he had an arm around Buck’s back from the side and began to lead him towards the shore.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Eddie intoned and Buck let himself be led along without protest, his mind still reeling. He was clumsy with how much he was trembling, his muscles suddenly feeling weak, and Eddie’s grip on his waist tightened as he slipped and slid through the sand as the waves crashed insistently over the backs of their thighs, then their calves. Eddie pulled him along towards their spot and Buck all but fell onto the blanket, pulling up his knees and propping his elbows on them, burying his face in his hands. Eddie grabbed a towel and threw it around Buck’s shoulders before sitting down beside him, looking over him.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked quietly, not wanting to overwhelm Buck, who shrugged in response. Eddie could tell by the slight shuddering of his shoulders that Buck was crying into his hands, and Eddie reached out, wrapping an arm around him and pulled him closer. Buck unfolded himself and curled up against Eddie’s chest, sniffing, and Eddie encompassed Buck with both of his arms, holding him close.

“I was back there for a minute, Eds,” Buck said hoarsely after a few minutes, his voice so quiet Eddie had to tilt his head to hear him properly. “I-I was back in the tsunami, I thought I was drowning, that Christopher was gone…”

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of Buck’s head and tightened his grip, resting a cheek on Buck’s wet hair.

“I get it,” Eddie said gently, stroking Buck’s shoulder with one of his hands. “I have flashbacks too, and sometimes it seems so real that I really forget where I am for a moment. PTSD can be horrifying.”

“Yeah, but you went to war,” Buck pointed out, sitting up slightly so he could look at Eddie, still leaning against his chest. “I’ve never done anything like that, I shouldn’t be having flashbacks.” Buck’s trembling fingers ghosted over the gunshot scar on Eddie’s shoulder, sending a slight shudder through him.

“Buck, any kind of trauma can cause PTSD. I’d say nearly drowning in the initial tsunami and then running around for hours and miles through water and debris, panicking and injured as you tried to find Christopher was more than enough to traumatize you. Not only veterans can have PTSD, it’s not an exclusive thing.”

Buck was quiet for a while after Eddie spoke, tucked up against him and slowly taking deep breaths. Eventually his trembling subsided and he sighed, feeling exhausted as he thought about what Eddie had said.

“I’ve never had that happen before. I guess when that wave hit me…” Buck trailed off, and Eddie nodded, pressing another kiss to Buck’s hair.

“Probably. Triggers can be a wide variety of things, but swallowing some water and getting tossed around by a wave unexpectedly makes perfect sense for you.”

Buck nodded slowly, staring out ahead of them, watching the waves crash to shore as more and more people got out of the water, fearing the storm that was coming closer by the minute. The ocean had always been one of his favourite places, and even after the tsunami, he hadn’t feared it somehow. But now, his heart raced as he stared at the cresting waves, the white froth of the aftermath. He reached for and clutched Eddie’s hand, swallowing hard.

“Is that going to happen again?” Buck asked, and Eddie could tell just by his voice how vulnerable he felt. He understood. Any time he had a flashback it was terrifying, but the first one had been particularly bad.

“It might,” Eddie acknowledged, his voice gentle. “But it might not. You could go swimming in the ocean every day for the next twenty years and not have one, or it could happen the next time you do. Some people have very specific and very predictable triggers, whereas for others it's more random.”

“I don’t want to give up swimming,” Buck said, his voice wavering a little, “but I- the thought of going back in there right now is scaring me. Which seems pathetic, considering I’ve been swimming for two years since the tsunami happened.”

Eddie held him close as he felt Buck shrink, hunching closer as he admitted his fear. He could tell how hard this was for him, and hastened to say something that would make him feel better.

“Give yourself some time to get through this,” Eddie told him. “I promise you will want to swim again. Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone else?”

Buck nodded, tilting his head up from Eddie's shoulder to look at his face. A muscle in Eddie’s cheek twitched, but he swallowed and smiled down at Buck.

“The first summer after I came home from Afghanistan, I wasn’t having a good time. Lots of nightmares, sleepless nights, Shannon and I were fighting and it was just generally a horrible period. I hadn’t been paying attention to the date, and hadn’t been going out much, so somehow I missed that the day was the 4th of July.”

Buck squeezed Eddie’s hand for support, sensing what was coming next, and Eddie’s lips formed a tight smile.

“I had three separate panic attacks that night. The first burst of fireworks was set off by a neighbour, so close to my house and so loud that I was sure we were under fire. I dragged Shannon and Christopher into the safest part of the house and started frantically barricading things until she was finally able to get through to me and I realized I’d been having a flashback.”

Eddie let out a breath, feeling flickers of that same panic at the memory, pushing them aside as he glanced around and took in his surroundings, reminding himself that he was here with Buck.

“It was terrible. I genuinely thought for a moment that I was back there, even though I had Chris and Shannon and we were in our house. The mind is incredibly powerful, Buck, and it can happen when you’re least expecting it. But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to happen, or that you can’t enjoy things related to it.”

“You mean, like when we went to the fireworks show last month?” Buck asked, and Eddie nodded.

“Some veterans can’t handle noises like fireworks and gunshots because it always or nearly always triggers their PTSD. Some, like me, are lucky enough that it only happens sometimes. I love fireworks; I just have to approach them with the knowledge that it could cause a flashback, and decide whether I’m okay with it that day.”

Buck nodded again, sitting up beside Eddie and looking over at him. Eddie smiled, bringing Buck’s hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Therapy has helped a lot, as well,” Eddie said after a moment of thoughtful silence. “I resisted it at first, but once I finally started going, I have to admit it really did help.”

“That’s good,” Buck said, pulling Eddie’s hand closer and wrapping it in both of his own. “I’m proud of you.”

Eddie gave a soft laugh and leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Buck’s lips. Buck’s eyes fluttered closed, and he finally felt his heart rate return to normal, soothed by Eddie’s soft touch.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, bumping noses with Buck, who finally smiled back. Eddie shifted his position so that Buck could lean on him again and Buck snuggled up against him, watching the storm clouds move closer.

“Maybe I’ll talk to Dr. Copeland about it the next time we meet,” Buck said after a while, tilting his head back and up in an attempt to see Eddie’s expression.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Eddie agreed, kissing Buck’s forehead and prompting a small grin. “And for the record, I’m very proud of you, too. You’ve done amazing considering everything that’s happened over the last few years.”

“I mean, I had help,” Buck said, poking Eddie in the chest and smiling.

“Having support can make things easier, but you still do the brunt of the healing and overcoming yourself,” Eddie reminded him gently, and Buck shrugged, supposing he had a point.

Buck was about to reply when thunder crack in the not-so distant sky and they jumped, seeing that the storm clouds were much closer than they’d realized. They leapt to their feet and took down the umbrella, stuffing their blanket, towels and other stuff into their duffle bag as everyone around them did the same. Just as Buck slung the duffle over his shoulder and Eddie grabbed the umbrella and cooler, the skies opened up and began to pour down on them, re-soaking their hair and drenching them in seconds.

“Go, go, go!” Buck yelled over the boom of thunder and Eddie began to run, Buck following in his wake. They made it back to Buck’s jeep and threw the stuff into the back, hopping in just as lightning flashed right over their heads. The rain was deafening on the roof and windows of the vehicle and they sat in their seats, panting as they watched the storm raging around them, laughing at the mad dash they’d had to do.

After a while, Buck reached for Eddie’s hand and thread his fingers through Eddie’s, smiling as Eddie looked over at him curiously.

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck said, his gaze not quite meeting Eddie’s. “I don’t know what I would have done if that’d happened when you weren’t with me. Thanks for calming me down.”

“I’ve always got your back, Buck,” Eddie said softly, lifting Buck’s hand and kissing it. “I’m here for you.”

“I love you,” Buck said softly, shifting so he could lean on Eddie as they watched the storm, looking up at him as Eddie turned and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.”

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