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Buck’s free hand comes up to Eddie’s face, fingertips brushing over Eddie’s mouth which is hanging open. Eddie isn’t sure when it started doing that but it is and his tongue twitches involuntarily when Buck slips the tips of his first three fingers past the row of Eddie’s bottom teeth.
“Oh,” Buck murmurs, like he’s confirmed something to himself. “Yeah. Okay.”
There’s no room in Eddie for anything that’s not grateful or warm or good, his heart spreading out wide in his chest, full and fat and working overtime as Buck smiles to himself, all small and lopsided and boyishly charming, and says, “You need something in your mouth, sweetheart? Need to hold me close, don’t you?”
or
eddie loves buck and he really loves buck’s cock (Words: 11,714)
Eddie’s gaze was pleading, needing assurance and comfort. His eyebrows were pinched in the middle of his forehead and Buck wanted to reach out and smooth it out with his thumb. Instead, he said, “’Course we can. We’ve faced tsunamis, beenados, earthquakes, broken dams… hey, where do we think the Diaz Parents Staying For A Week ranks?”
“Most likely to end in death,” Eddie muttered.
Buck clicked his tongue as he pulled the bowls from the cabinet for the salad, “That’s the lightning strike, actually.”
or
The Diaz parents showing up unexpectedly to the shared Buckley-Diaz household leads to some unexpected confrontations, late night conversations, and over due confessions. (Words: 13,886)
Hen didn’t really know what she expected to find. Her mind had raced through a million different scenarios, catastrophizing the way only a paramedic could when faced with getting a phone call from her wife telling her to forget the groceries and hurry home. She’d expected broken glass or maybe blood and tears.
What she didn’t expect was to find Karen sitting patiently in the arm chair with a cup of hot cocoa in her hands, a bottle of Jack on the coffee table, and Buck practically vibrating on her couch.
my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.
“You forgot this at my place,” he says, dropping a set of keys into Eddie’s hand. “Figured you’d need them to get home.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, looking down at his own hand for a second before aiming a grin up at Tommy, who’s got one or two inches on him. “Thanks.”
Tommy’s resulting grin fades into a wince when he glances over Eddie’s shoulder and catches the surprise on Chim’s face. “Sorry, is it, like, disrespectful to wear hats in here? Like in school?” He tugs the beanie off, and he’s got dirty blond curls that tumble loosely over his forehead.
Chim blinks, then blinks again, because with the hair Eddie’s…friend almost looks like—No. He can’t look like Buck, actually, because that would be the funniest thing to ever happen in the history of humankind and Chimney would have to quit his job to dedicate the rest of his life to laughing about it.
Or, five times Eddie dates a guy a little too similar to Buck, and one time he dates the real deal. (Words: 8,907)
“Well, children,” the Night Nurse says, “I have good news for you. Not that you deserve it.”
Edwin raises an eyebrow. “Good news is an unusual thing for you to bear.”
“Indeed,” she says. “I am unaccustomed. Regardless - ” a flourish of her hand and a long scroll of parchment unfolds across the desk “ - I have it. Sign here and Hell will officially relinquish its hold over your immortal soul.”
Edwin’s eyes go wide and he jumps back. “No!”
Charles lunges to stand between him and the scroll, hands wide and protective, as though he could somehow sign it by accident.
The Night Nurse blinks at them in confusion. “I have been working for weeks to achieve this,” she says. “Time I do not have to spare. I expected gratitude, not - whatever this is.”
Charles glances back at Edwin for approval to take over the social interaction, then looks back to the Night Nurse. “So, er,” he starts, “we, um. May have, perhaps, been… periodically… a little bit… taking advantage of the fact that Edwin’s soul doesn’t, technically, belong to him.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Well, see,” Charles says, in a voice carefully calibrated to sound reasonable and casual, “if you happen to be, like, in a situation where selling your soul might get you out of a jam, or, um, get you a rare and valuable object, or… maybe something more minor once you’ve gotten used to using it that way…”
The Night Nurse’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“You might, possibly, take advantage of the fact that your soul isn’t actually yours to sell, and the fact that anyone who wants to claim custody of it has to go to Hell and fight a big demon monster thing,” Charles finished quickly.
The Night Nurse folded her hands carefully in front of her. “Out of curiosity,” she said, her voice high-pitched and unsteady, “just how many parties are currently poised to engage in a custody dispute over your companion’s soul?”
“Um,” Charles said, “honestly I don’t…”
“Forty-seven,” Edwin said. “Plus another dozen or so who are owed periods of service. I believe around fifteen centuries, between them.”
The Night Nurse made a strangled noise, and the parchment rolled itself back up.
“Well,” she said, “that is more paperwork than I, for one, am prepared to deal with. Good day.”
“That’s wild, man. That is just weird.” Yannic paused. “You really think someone speaks Russian but is hiding it from you and just using it to do nice things for you?”
“Well, that is the question. Why would anyone do that? Why not just say they speak Russian?” Rodion had been wondering this all morning.
A side story wherein Shane accidentally reveals that he speaks Russian while still playing for Montreal, which results in a cat and mouse game with a minor leaguer.
OC Rodion Tsetsov - Laval Arrows minor league center called up to replace a player. (Words: 16,954)
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