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The Water Hears And Understands by raspberry_mouse
Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
01 Aug 2021
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On the ship to the Ice Court, Matthias is stuck passing on a message to Nina. He finally learns the full story of how he landed in and stayed in Hellgate for so long.
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Communication is slightly more effective at fixing interpersonal problems than staying on opposite sides of a ship is. Just maybe.
Nina's explanation is slightly canon-divergent but not a whole lot.
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He stands up, because Eddie does not cower from knocks at — he checks his phone — 10:52 PM, even though every true crime podcast his abuela forwards him suggests this is exactly how people end up as a Dateline episode.
He looks through the peephole.
He blinks.
He looks again.
There is a man on his porch. Which, fine, he expected a man. What he did not expect is for the man to be — and Eddie needs a second here, because he’s processing several things simultaneously and doing a poor job with all of them — approximately six foot two, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, visibly muscular in a way that suggests either a dedicated gym routine or a genetic lottery win or both, and completely, entirely, spectacularly naked.
Except for the potted succulent he's holding in front of his crotch.
Eddie's succulent. From Eddie's porch. The one Chris named Potricia.
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Buck is a lot. Eddie knows Buck is a lot. Buck knows Buck is a lot.
But every single person who ever said that to Buck said it like a warning. Like a disclaimer, a heads-up, a you-should-know-what-you're-getting-into before getting too close so they can't say they weren't told.
And Eddie has never, not once, wanted Buck to be less.
The surplus, the overflow, the fourth tangent on a story that started somewhere else entirely — that's not the price of Buck. That is Buck. And more of Buck has only ever meant more to love, and Eddie spent enough years running on empty to know what it means when someone fills up every room they walk into so completely that Eddie is overflowing with it most days.
"Eddie. Are you listening?"
Eddie nods. "Gym Katie is alone at the gym and she's upset."
Buck blinks. His mouth is still open from the sentence he was about to say, his hands still mid-gesture, and he looks genuinely thrown, like he expected to catch Eddie zoning out and instead got caught himself. Caught being heard.
"You were listening," Buck says, a little breathlessly.
Eddie smiles. "I'm always listening."
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so beautiful and lovely and good. they are so in love.
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"Holy shit," Buck breathes into his jaw. Eddie scruffs a hand through his sweaty hair, laughing breathlessly. "That was good, right? I thought it was good."
"Are you asking for constructive criticism here?" Eddie asks, but he's too out of breath to make it properly sarcastic. Buck bites him, then soothes the sting with his tongue, and Eddie's dick makes a valiant effort at reviving.
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- Part 34 of 9-1-1 Prompt Fills and Ficlets
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“You’re cheating,” Buck accuses.
“I’m winning,” Eddie pants, looking far too smug.
“I’m—” Buck tries to tug his arms free from Eddie’s hold to no avail. How is Eddie so damn strong? “I’m letting you.”
“You’re letting me pin you down? Do you like getting your ass handed to you, Buck?”
Heat floods Buck’s gut. He does like getting his ass handed to him. Or—no, well… he likes being pinned, or thrown against walls, or–or floors. But that’s different. That’s a sex thing. This is definitely not a sex thing. This is a bro thing. They’re bro-wrestling. Bro-housing. This is the most platonic thing Buck’s done in his entire life. He doesn’t know why he’s sweating.
Channelling his inner carpet python, he gives a determined wriggle, but Eddie’s hands tighten around his wrists. The feeling sends a shock through Buck’s spinal column.
Oh no.
Eddie, breathless and beautiful above him, repeats, “Say uncle.”
Breath stuttering out of him, Buck freezes.
Use your head, Buck thinks. His dick twitches. Then, panicked, the big one.
Or: Buck and Eddie wrestle over the remote. They forget the remote.
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- Part 16 of cjo + 911
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“I need a photo of you,” Chris says.
“N-Now?” Buck looks down at himself: long gloves, meatball hands, denim apron. This is not exactly Instagram-worthy material. Beneath the apron, he’s wearing a stretched-out shirt of Eddie’s that still smells of his cologne at the collar. He holds up his hands, brows raised. “I’ve got meatballs on my hands.”
“No. It’s for school. I need a photo of you now.”
Oh. That’s fine. Buck’s got plenty of candid shots he can email Christopher’s way. Eddie’s no photographer, but he’s always been good at catching Buck at the right angle.
But then, shattering Buck’s delight in being part of Chris’s project, he continues: “And one when you were a kid.”
“Oh.” Dread injects itself into his veins—Buck barely has any photos from his childhood, half because his parents never cared enough to take them, but half because he doesn’t exactly like looking at them. He doesn’t look like himself in them. Long blonde hair, itchy dresses, hollow eyes and skin that never fit quite right.
“Um. What’s the project?”
Or: Buck comes out to Chris.
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