#Diaz - Don't Clean Up This Blood

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Diaz - Don't clean up this blood (2012) Daniele Vicari

[reality-exodus]

The Abduction

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader (established relationship)

Warnings:angst hurt blood bullet wound

Summary: reader gets shot trying to escape the situation, will they be taken care of on time

We had been called in a riot, police escort and all the crazy things that happened in state prisons. We had a fire to put out either way, I hadn't had the chance to speak with Eddie after last night's argument. I have to admit, storming out of the house during night wasn't the nicest reaction but it was better than saying things upon fury. When we arrived at the station, dispatch immediately got us to the prison incident.

We arrived and police were all around us, I could feel Eddie's eyes closing on me making sure I was nearby. We were moving out as we noticed the two inmates that were barely alive, Eddie and Buck got one of them aiding him out to our ambulance while we waited for more police escort.

"What if he codes?"I asked Captain Nash who sighed heavily.

"Alright Y/L/N approaching Diaz and Buckley" he informed the systems as I jogged towards their route.

"Approaching them now" I filled in as I arrived and started walking next to Buck.

"Hey there" he greeted with a smile, he could sense the electrified atmosphere between me and Eddie, therefore he knew it wasn't the moment to talk or ask about it.

"Officer why don't we move forward, prepare the ambulance we shouldn't be exposed to the yard" I suggested and snuck my hand on Buck's pocket I was moving, I wouldn't give them space to argue with me. He did follow. I heard Eddie's exhale and I shook my head as I was jogging to the exit.

"You seem like you know our job" the escorting guard commented as I opened the ambulance and got the bed out.

"It's true, I was in the police academy but then being a paramedic won me over." I explained and prepared the bed as the rest exited as well, I lowered the bed so the inmate would be laid quicker. I got in the back of the ambulance and so did Eddie and one guard as the other and Buck went on the front. The siren was heard.

"Eddie, give me the IV" I requested as the supply was closer to him,I started cleaning the spot not really realizing what was going on, I plugged the small tube of the fluid bag to the needle and then carefully placed it on his arm as the siren stopped. There was silence no one said a thing, I would break the silence as my fianceè was in a mood to start a conversation.

"What the hell?" Eddie murmured the moment I stood up to hook the IV,I turned my head abruptly as I noticed the abrupt movement of the prison guard that was holding a gun pointing at me. Eddie held my wrist the moment I was frozen standing and pulled me to sit down again next to him. He didn't let go, I slid my hand to hold his too.

My throat went dry, my gaze spectated Eddie, he was staring at the guy angered, his expression was solid and tremendously decisive as if he was scheming a plan… I had my own plan though as well. I breathed out, not realizing I was holding my breath, it came out like a sob.

"It's going to be alright"Eddie assured me, we were close to each other so close he was putting his body forward so I was behind him just in case. I didn't resist, I simply held his hand tightly, he could feel me shaking.

"We can't thank you enough, I was waiting to get out of there 18 years ago." He sighed heavily and smiled at us, the vehicle was slowly stopping. "Now how about we get out of here for a while." He winked at us, signing us with the gun.

I stood up and opened the doors slowly, Eddie was close behind me. I took a step and tripped, in my attempt to stop the fall I grabbed a drawer making it fall along with its interior to the ground. Before I fell Eddie wrapped his arm around my waist pulling to my feet. As he did I managed to snatch two sedative injections.

Once I was down Eddie followed suit, he came close to me, as on my other side there was Buck, he was angry too, but in a way that he was to do something stupid. "Check them" the one that was on the back ordered and the other one started patting Eddie's suit then it was my turn, his eyes fixed on me as foreign hands patted my body over the suit.

"That's enough" he spoke and the guy laughed a bit and moved to Buck as I managed to cover the injections.

"What do we do" Buck asked lowly and I swallowed

"There are two of them and two of us" Eddie spoke and I shook my head

"And then there's me, with two sedatives on my sleeve, so I need a distraction" I announced and looked at Eddie slightly.

"The fall as you got out" he realized with a heavy sigh

They ripped our wirelesses and took our phones and wallets. One was holding Eddie. He took a photo of Christopher out "Cute Kid" he noticed "Yours?". He overstepped, Eddie's behavior changed, softened I could feel the fear he felt for his son. "I guess he lives with you at 4995 South Be-" he was to say the address but Buck interrupted him with a punch landed on his face.

This was my distraction.

The other guy fought Buck with a punch as I moved to the other one to inject him before I could, there was a shot heard, I turned my face immediately to Buck who was next to me and then Eddie only to see fear flooding both of their faces. Seconds later I felt the same fear as I felt the bullet enter and exit my shoulder, I fell with a sob as Eddie raced stumbling next to me as if guns weren't there, he held me close to him, I was breathing sharply already red in tears, he leaned me on his chest applying pressure with his fireproof coat, he removed mine too.

Buck soon approached and took my wrist."strong pulse." He informed Eddie who was letting go of my wound.

"It's an in and out. Only shoulder." Eddie spoke, I calmed down, my head upon his heartbeat, assisted me to control my breaths and calm down, it made me feel safe.

"I assume that now we are on the same page" one of them said.

I was only waiting for what would come now… I didn't move an inch from where I was hidden "Get in" he ordered us.

Eddie had me standing. "Are you alright?" He asked as he wrapped the coat carefully so then pressure would be applied.

I nodded "don't worry I am hanging" I assure him, I walked on my own to the vehicle behind me then boys. "He is in cardiac arrest" I realized as the patient had no pulse and was choking in his own blood.

"Then save him" he spoke

"She c pman't" Eddie pointed out as he and Buck started the attempts to regain his pulse.

"Don't worry, when will be just fine she is a paramedic, and besides that if she dies you two will die." He announced and my blood went cold.

"He is right, you revive him and I will take care of myself" I smiled reassuringly. "I am just getting the patches to stop the bleeding of my wound," I said.

"No, I have it stable with my coat Y/N… remove it and it may get worse" Eddie remarked. "You have to rest so your pressure falls enough and the blood you lose is preserved " he suggested and I nodded, laying back I was speaking advising them on how to behave with the patient.

Soon we arrived at the hospital, it was dark outside and I was starting to slip in and out of consciousness. Everything I heard was blurry. I woke up from Eddie and Buck shouts.

"Okay he ought to go to the hospital with Buck but Y/N needs to follow along." Eddie exclaimed "She is bleeding out" his voice sounded scared.

"Her life it's not in my hands, and in case you haven't noticed I am holding the gun, so now do as I say before I quicken the bleed out" he sighed and Buck slowly got off the ambulance with the other guard.

Eddie approached me "Hey Y/N" He sighed softly and pulled me to the space on the floor so I would lay down "how are you feeling?" He asked me as he processed one IV on my hand, I flinched with a sob.

"I am alright" I breathed, barely making my voice audible "just dizzy" I spoke and smiled weakly.

"You said her life is not in your hands… what do you want to let us go" Eddie yelled slightly.

"My son is on life support, waiting for a heart transplant, but you see his priority spot is not so high up…" he explained "I am available and compatible… but I also am a convict… so I cannot donate." He explained and lowered his gaze to me.

I could hear him, he looked at me with a slight sigh. My breathing was shallow as I was laying on Eddie's arms. "You can't stay here forever, they will make a move eventually and both of them will die…" Eddie spoke for some reason and it seemed to work. "If we go out and you turn yourself in, I have a friend, Taylor Kelly. She will let people know of the situation and the transplant will be found," he suggested.

"We will do our best too, if we know your son's blood type" I spoke my voice came out hoarse, I coughed turning on my side, if I passed out I should be on the right position, Eddie helped me his hand str

Oking my head, untangling then braids I had to let me looser, he kissed my temple before looking back up.

"Alright… we are going out…" he finally announced. "Secure her to last for a few more minutes and let's go out. You care moving first" he ordered Eddie.

Eddie placed me on the floor of the vehicle and kissed my head, I brought my exhausted glare to meet his gaze, reassuring still. "It's going to be alright, see you in a few minutes" he assured me gently stroking my head, I smiled raising my head to kiss his lips, he responded by cupping my face softly. "Hang on for me" he spoke and moved to the door, I heard him exhale loudly. The door was clicked open.

He spoke loudly to the cops in order to be heard, his tone remained calm, soon the ambulance shook slightly as our captor got out,seconds later I heard a shot, I gasped trying to move but I could barely speak, I felt my heart race. I wasn't able to keep my eyes open, I knew Eddie was alive… I heard him right before everything went black.

"Tell them to prepare an O.R… Then get in the ambulance, Y/N is still in there in need of blood… please"

"Y/N" Buck yelled, getting in.

"How bad is it?" Eddie asked

"Pulse barely exists, I am moving her out, I got it." I heard Buck as he placed his one hand underneath my knees and his other over my waist, he supported my head on his shoulder, I could sense the shift of my body and the alterations of the environment, everything seemed in a far dream… a bad dream.

I shot up feeling a stretching ache on my shoulder and hand, the IV and the stitches… I was in the hospital, I looked around, I took a look at the screens that monitored my heart, I realized I was panicking… there was no need… I was safe… that's what the hospital meant. I pressed an emergency button soon the nurse came and checked on me, she highlighted the fact that it was amazing how quickly I responded to the blood transfusions, they calculated I'd be out until dawn.

"Are you up for any visitors?" She asked and I nodded with a smile.

Soon the room flooded with people. Eddie came by my side with a sigh and kissed my cheek. He was carefully hugging me. "Is the kid safe?" I asked him softly and he nodded and signed me to look at the people that entered the room.

"How are you doing?" Bobby asked me as he moved in with his wife.

"I am alright." I assured them, Buck approached me and Eddie hugging us both carefully with a heavy sigh.

"You two gave me quite the scare" he sighed and slapped slight hate back of Eddie's neck and ruffled my hair.

"Sorry, we had work to do" Eddie chuckled at his best friend and kissed my cheek.

We talked and laughed, and ate. They were my family, so important to me… and to Eddie. He was sitting next to me on my bed as I started dozing off, they begun to flee my room, Eddie kissed my lips and cheek but I felt exhausted, he sat on the chair next to me holding ,my hand, I could feel his fingers stroking my wrist, subconsciously feeling the pulsation in my veins that it is still there.

[unwanted-animal]

Fate Makes Fools - A FirstPrince Soulmate/Omegaverse AU

Tags: Canon Divergence, AU, Soulmates, Omegaverse, Fluff, Smut, FirstPrince, RWRB Movie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, knotting, throat knotting

Chapter One: Entwined (5243 words)

Just a heads up, I didn't intend to do a rewrite of the movie when I started this but there are some scenes I simply could not live without, so I hope y'all don't mind a bit of that <;.<

I need to get out of here.

Alex sighed, peering at the words. Soulmates seemed too constricting. And what were these? Words shouted at a bar, over pumping music? The panicking of someone disappointed in him? Nah. He didn’t want to be tied down, especially to someone who didn’t want him. The girl from his night out smiled up at him, her soft hand guiding his face into a slow kiss. He hadn’t caught her name, but she was cute. Would he really have to give this up one day, his freedom? What if it wasn’t worth it? Alex kissed her back and slipped off the couch, settling on his knees before her. Oh well. He had his whole life ahead of him, didn’t he? It wasn’t like he was going to meet his soulmate at the party tonight. There was time. 

At the party, the words began to glow blue.

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Do you think anyone noticed?

Odd words for a soulmate, Henry mused, running his thumb over the phrase that curled along his skin. It was never first words, not like in the stories - the tooth-achingly sweet movies he loved always played with the rules of the world. In reality, it was a phrase that altered the course of destiny. Soulmates, whether platonic, polyamorous, or romantic, always found each other. That’s what his father said. As he dressed for Phillip’s wedding he couldn’t shake the longing to find his other half. Did fate accept queer pairings? Would his be a lifelong friend instead? He had no answers, and soon the words were covered by the stiff white sleeve of his shirt. Out of sight and hopefully out of mind. It was his brother’s big day, after all. His anxieties could wait. 

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Cake covered every inch of them, frosting and crumbs scattered over the palace carpet. Henry’s anger and shame threatened to swallow him as he looked over at Alex. Everyone stared. He could hear the sounds of mobiles sliding from pockets and purses, drowned out swiftly by the murmurs of the crowd. The American had done the unthinkable - ruined a royal wedding almost single-handedly. Before he could speak Alex turned to him and raised his dark brows. 

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

Oh, bollocks. Not him. Anyone but Alex Claremont-Diaz. His blood pounded in his ears and he struggled to find words, amazed at the sheer gall of the man beside him. 

Henry rose to his knees and flung the cake off his arms, barely fighting back a scowl. Everything was wrong. It couldn’t possibly get worse! At least Alex would be going back to the United States, faster than if he hadn’t just destroyed a seventy-five thousand pound cake at Prince Phillip’s wedding reception. Even if it was meant to be platonic, he couldn’t stand him. Fate could go fuck itself, he thought, kneeling in the confectionary carnage. He refused, absolutely refused, to get tangled up with Alex. 

As he cleaned cake off himself that night, the words began to glow red.

————-

The PR tour was going to be a nightmare. Working with Henry was like pulling teeth. It had been years since the first big rejection, when Henry was rude to him at the Climate Conference, but it still stung. Maybe more than it should, but Alex would never admit that aloud. It was normal. Perfectly normal. He prided himself on his affability, and that pride had been wounded. 

And he dwelled on it for years. 

His mind went back to that original slight as he collapsed into a cleaning closet with Henry, limbs tangled as they struggled to separate. 

“Get your hands off of me!” Henry huffed. Alex was more than happy to oblige. He struggled until he lay with his back pressed against Henry’s side, trying not to dwell on the warmth of his body or the scent of his skin so close. It was strange… different. Was he a Beta? It would make sense, Alex supposed - careful breeding for centuries to stamp out the baser urges of Alphas and Omegas.

“- and why don’t you like me?”

Fuck. He hadn’t been listening. Alex wriggled and turned as best he could, grunting and shifting until he was facing Henry in the cramped space.

“Climate Conference in Melbourne. First night party. I went to introduce myself to you and you looked at me like I had head lice. Then, you turned to your equerry and said ‘Get me out of here’.”

“… I didn’t realize you’d heard that,” Henry replied, casting his eyes down. 

“So you do admit that’s a douchey thing to say.” 

“I could have been nicer.”

Alex didn’t quite know how to take that. He shifted away, elbow knocking into a bucket as he adjusted his position once more. 

“Alright, what else?” Henry asked. “It couldn’t have just been the conference.”

A sheepish look from Alex answered Henry’s question. 

“Oh my god, it is!” he laughed. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Don’t minimize it!”

“How could I possibly? It’s already as minimal as it gets! Are you seriously telling me that one meeting, years ago - in which, yes, I admittedly acted ungenerously toward you - has occupied such a vast mental and emotional space in your head?”

“Sure, when you put it like that,” Alex bit back. “But it was my first foray into the world as a public figure, and I was really scared, and you could’ve helped me and you didn’t.”

Henry was quiet a moment. He let Alex’s words settle, considering them, and loosed a quiet sigh.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I was a prick to you. I… It’s no excuse, but I was a prick to everyone in those days. My father had died a few months before and the palace insisted on parading me around. For the record,” he added, chuckling as he spoke, “I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’. I said ‘I need to get out of here’, which is a different thing entirely.”

Alex pushed himself up to a sitting position, his shoulder half-crushing Henry’s arm as he readjusted yet again. 

“No. No, you didn’t. That can’t be right.”

“It is,” Henry assured him. “It was -“

Before he could finish Alex shoved his sleeve up and pushed his arm into Henry’s vision. 

I need to get out of here. 

Henry tried to look shocked, lips parted, brows raised - Alex couldn’t tell he was faking. He was too distraught. 

“You?! You’re my soulmate?”

Brooms and bottles clacked and fell around them as he struggled to crawl away from the Prince. 

“No. Nope. I’m not doing this.”

Amy opened the door to give them the all clear and Alex pushed himself out with all the grace of a newborn deer. He reached out and pulled Henry to his feet, very pointedly not making eye contact. 

“Everything alright?” Amy asked, glancing between them. 

Alex pulled his sleeve down quickly. 

“It’s fine. We’re fine. Are we done now? I really should be getting back.”

Prince Henry. And they’d been tied together for years without Alex knowing. It wasn’t fair. Maybe he didn’t have words Alex said on him. Maybe it was one-sided. Or platonic! It wasn’t the end of the world. Not yet. Not for certain. 

———

Outside, they shook hands once more for the camera, smiling a little awkwardly. 

“Can I ask you something?” Alex said quietly.

“I suppose.”

“What are your words, y’know? Have you met the person who said them already?”

“Unfortunately,” Henry answered, sighing. He took a second to tug his own sleeve up. 

Do you think anyone noticed?

The words pulsed with purple energy. 

“Has it done that before?”

“… No,” he admitted. “It was red before today.”

Alex knew what he’d find when he took his jacket off. The same hue. They were together for the first time since their utterances. It was fate. Soulmates. 

“Well. I need to get out of here,” Alex said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Until next time, your majesty.” Without looking back he climbed into the waiting car. This was something for Tomorrow Alex - or maybe Month Ahead Alex - to deal with. Not Now Alex. What Now Alex needed was a drink. 

———

Unbeknownst to them both, several pictures of Henry’s words were captured before they went their separate ways. The blended hues could only mean Henry was in the presence of his soulmate, and he’d spent the entire day beside Alex Claremont-Diaz. The Daily Mail ran with the photos first, outing Henry with their usual vicious malice, and the tabloids gushed about the dreamy pair. 

A few days after the articles began, Alex received a strange text. 

Have you heard the good news? We already have a pup on the way.

He stared in horror at his phone. He always used protection, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Before he could reply, another text popped up - this time with a link to a Daily Mail article about the supposed pup.

This is Henry, by the way. 

A little bitmoji Prince followed. 

Rolling his eyes, the scare over, Alex replied. 

How did you get this number?

MI6. (Not joking)

Alex added the number to his phone and flipped it face down. He was working on a paper he needed to finish by the weekend; he couldn’t be bothered to entertain a Prince. 

Ten minutes later he grabbed it and typed out another message. 

My phrase is purple too. What do you think it means?

That we’re inextricably bound by fate to be Something™️. I’m just not sure of what. 

“Yeah, me either,” Alex sighed. He ran a hand through his dark curls, trying to ignore the faint glow of the words on his arm. 

Come to my New Year’s party? Maybe we can figure it out there. It’s already out in the open. We might as well embrace it. 

I hate New Year’s. 

I know people who would kill to be at one of my parties.

It’s settled then - kill me and I won’t have to go.

“Ass,” Alex snorted. He shook his head, a small smile on his lips, and put the phone back down. Focus. He needed to focus. 

———

Are you an Omega?

It was a bit blunt, but Alex was never really one to beat around the bush. 

What a scandalous question! 

The article said there was ‘speculation’! I’m just curious! 

It’s… complicated. I am, but a member of the royal house cannot be ‘unseemly’. I take hormones to control my heats and change my scent in public. 

What’s that like? The medication?

I get cramps instead of going into full heat. It’s not awful. It’d be worse without. Being alone, feeling that ache again? No, once was enough for me, thank you. 

Don’t you wanna ask about me?

Sweetheart, I could smell you upwind. I know you’re a big bad Alpha. Dangerous for us, isn’t it? We’ll have to use protection. 

What makes you think we’re going that far? 😂

I just meant in public. Shaking hands is enough to get me pregnant, according to the Mail. Bring your gloves next time! We can’t afford the scandal!

———

Alex’s days were filled with texts and calls to Henry. They talked when Henry woke up, when Alex went to bed, any moment they could catch together. God help him, Alex found himself enjoying Henry’s company. As autumn faded into winter and he began to cement the plans for his New Year’s party, he continued to pester Henry about coming. 

I still don’t know, Alex. You’ll be the only person I know at the party. 

Not true! Nora will be there! 

Well, I do have someone who wants to meet her… I’ll consider it. Really hard. I promise.

You better. How awkward would it be if my party wasn’t cool enough for my soulmate? I’d be a laughingstock. 

Right, we wouldn’t want to damage your precious reputation as a party boy, would we?

Not a party boy. The party boy, thank you. 

My apologies, Mr. Claremont-Diaz. The party boy. 

Apology accepted.

New Year’s Eve, the tent on the White House lawn was packed with a veritable who’s who of young celebrities. Politician’s children, actors, musicians, influencers, even Alex’s college friends visiting on his dime. He wanted it to be a fun, safe space for people from all walks of life to celebrate and get shitfaced - and maybe make some memories. Nora led him through the crowd, and as he greeted the throng his eyes fell on a familiar face.

Henry hadn’t stood him up. 

As Henry introduced his friend Percy to Nora, Alex waited patiently for them to finish. The two slipped off to the bar and Alex threw his arm around Henry’s neck. 

“I’ve been drunk since Christmas. You gotta catch up!”

He bought him a bottle of champagne from the bar and guided him over to one of the sofas they had set up for people to rest on. Alex’s excitement was palpable as he chatted with Henry, laughing and encouraging him to drink. They were sitting close, close enough that even with the crowd’s cloying scents mixing and filling the tent around them he could smell Henry’s hormones - as if he were keyed into his particular aroma. The sleeve of his iridescent jacket covered his mark, but it burned against his skin. 

One of the guests sat beside him and coaxed him to come dance. Alex wasn’t one to say no, especially at a party he was hosting, so he stood and took her hand. 

“I’ll be back!” He said with a smile. 

Henry’s disappointment was clear, but Alex was too charged up by the celebrations to notice. He danced with the woman for a few songs, smiling at her but keeping a safe distance between them. He longed to go back to Henry; when he looked toward the sofa, however, Henry wasn’t there. 

Alex excused himself and went searching for him. He found Henry sitting at the bar still nursing his champagne. 

“Come dance with me!”

“Ballroom lessons didn’t exactly cover this,” Henry admitted. 

“It’s all in the hips! You just gotta loosen up!”

Alex took hold of his hips and started to sway. At first Henry was reticent, stiff and shy, but soon he relaxed and started trying to match Alex’s fluid movements. Alex pulled him toward the crowd. All eyes were on them as they danced, Alex clearly an expert and Henry pressed against him with the bottle in his hand. 

It felt right. It felt electric. Alex gazed into his eyes, dimples clear as he grinned, and he slipped an arm around Henry’s waist to hold his body flush against him. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the pull of fate bringing them together - but whatever it was, Alex wanted Henry in a way he’d never experienced. 

“Ten seconds til midnight!” The DJ called. Everyone stopped dancing to count down.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One…

Before he could object, one of the women from the crowd pulled Alex into a quick kiss. When she let go another did the same. Alex laughed, his cheeks flushed. He started to turn -

Henry grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into a deep, heated kiss. A soft growl slipped from his throat as he gripped Alex’s hair. Alex melted against him, holding him as if the world would fall away if he let go. Heart pounding, he chased the kiss as everyone cheered for them. Henry filled his thoughts, his blood raced in his veins, and Alex grabbed his ass and pulled his hips against his. 

More. He wanted more.

Henry broke away first, panting, his forehead resting against Alex’s. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“Don’t be. I - “

Before Alex could finish Henry pulled away and ducked into the crowd. He disappeared as Alex struggled to move through the people patting his back and congratulating him. After all, not only had he just come out in the most public way imaginable, he’d done so with his soulmate - answering a question no one dared ask him. 

Would he pursue their bond?

———

Hey, can we talk?

Henry. C’mon.

Are you alive?

I am.

Not up to conversation?

Alex, I made an ass of myself at your party. Can I not be embarrassed in peace?

Absolutely not. 

What did you want to talk about?

Well, that kiss, first of all. 

It was unbecoming of me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.

Unbecoming? It was hot, Henry. I haven’t been kissed like that in a long time.

Neither have I. 

So you did do some kissing before we found each other?

I don’t kiss and tell, darling. Not unless you ask very nicely. 

I’ll tell you about the guys I’ve been with if you tell me about the times you hooked up.

You don’t have the time, and I don’t have an NDA on me.

Spoilsport.

… How many?

Two. Once in high school, and once… Once, with Miguel Ramos. We were on the campaign trail, and drunk, in a hot tub, fully naked…

Should I be as jealous as I am?

I have a feeling he wants me back in that hot tub, but it’s not gonna happen. 

May I ask why?

I hate that he uses me as a source even if we’re just hanging out, for one. And for another, I kind of found someone I’m interested in.

Oh? Who’s that?

Some rich white boy. 

Is he handsome?

I think he’s the reason faces were invented. 

Oh. That’s… high praise? I think?

It is.

Good. 

… Why were you jealous, at the party?

Because. You’re mine. I didn’t like seeing those women claim your kiss. It wasn’t theirs to claim.

You’re a lot different than I expected.

For a royal.

And for an Omega.

I’m flattered, Alex. Glad you think of me as a person and not an enemy now.

I wouldn’t go that far, Your Majesty.

It’s ‘Your Royal Highness.

Well excuse me, Prince. Your Royal Highness.

Apology accepted. 

I didn’t apologize!

Might as well have. 

You are so annoying!

You’re stuck with me. 😘

Alex snorted and set his phone aside. He supposed he was. There were worse people he could be stuck with. Someone who was a worse kisser, for example. 

When will I see you next?

Why don’t you ask me out properly?

Fine. Henry, will you be my guest for the state dinner in February?

I would be delighted. 

Alex grinned and lay back on his bed, fingers poised over the keyboard. A date, with the Prince of England. Who he’d kissed a month before. 

His soulmate. 

In public, in front of his mother and the Prime Minister, and all the journalists who would be there to cover the event. 

I can’t wait to see you again. 

Careful. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll think you like me. 

God forbid. 

———

As soon as Alex saw Henry he knew he had to get him alone. A quick request to Amy was all it took to slip away, into the Red Room where they could meet in private. Alex wasn’t sure what he planned to say to him, but he knew he wanted to greet him away from prying eyes. After so long apart he just wanted to be around him, to take in his scent and feel him close. 

Was that part of being soulmates? That ache that grew the longer they were separated? He hated it, regardless of the source. 

Henry entered the room and Alex stopped breathing. He didn’t think. There was no hesitation. 

“I wanted to -“

“Shut up. Stop talking.”

Alex crossed the distance to him and kissed him, cupping his face, drinking in the scent of Henry. His skin, his cologne, the shampoo, the stilted scent of Beta hormones. It overwhelmed him. He guided Henry to the closest bookshelf and pressed him against it, starving for attention. Heat coursed through Alex as he grinded his hips against him. Growling, he rutted against Henry, squeezing his thigh and guiding it over his hip. 

Pleasure sparked as they moved, Henry pushing back against him, just as desperate to chase it. His hands tugged at Alex’s hair. Fuck, just a little more contact and he’d be painting the inside of his pants - 

“Okay, time’s - Oh my god!”

Amy ducked back out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.

They pushed apart immediately, Alex studying a plant and Henry pointing an awkward finger at books on the next shelf over. There was no way it looked convincing, but they stayed like that for a moment until they were sure the coast was clear. 

“Fuck,” Alex laughed, glancing at the door. “We better get back.” He cleared his throat and tugged on his pant leg, trying to hide his arousal. “I’m gonna need a moment.”

“I suppose I’m lucky in that regard,” Henry replied, leaning against the wall. “I’ll go out first.”

“We leave together. Everyone already knows about us, right? There’s no harm in walking back to the dining room. What are they gonna do, start a rumor we’re together?”

“You make a compelling argument. We’ll leave when you’ve got this under control,” Henry teased, gently cupping Alex’s cock through his pants. 

“Oh, don’t you dare.”

———

All eyes turned to them as they rejoined the guests, and both men smiled and waved as if nothing had happened between them. The violet glow of their marks peeked out from beneath their sleeves. Cameras flashed around them as they made their way to the heart of the hall. 

“Are you still…”

“Like the Thames.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

“Yes. Tell me.”

“You’re going to stay at least five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night.”

“Sensible plan.”

“I’m not done,” Alex said firmly. 

“Of course you’re not,” Henry sighed.

“Then, at midnight, you’re going to come to my room on the second floor of the residence where I’m going to do some very. Bad. Things to you.”

Alex adjusted his jacket and walked away, leaving Henry staring heavy-lidded in awe after him.

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A knock roused Alex from undressing. Tie undone and hanging around his shoulders, he answered the door with a smirk. Henry stood outside, his gaze heavy. 

“You’re late,” Alex quipped, and tried to close the door on him. Henry pushed it open and grabbed Alex, pulling him into a hungry kiss. He backed him towards the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt with deft skill. Moaning, Alex chased his lips, letting Henry lead until he could sit down on the back of the sofa. His shirt hung open, exposing his muscular chest and stomach to Henry’s eager hands. Soft fingers danced along the curves of his abdomen. He let out a possessive growl and shoved Alex back over the couch. 

Alex landed with a grunt and stretched himself along the cushions, spreading his legs as Henry slotted between them. Henry broke away to kiss down Alex’s throat, down his chest, down to his navel as he inched lower and lower. He unbuckled Alex’s belt and cast it aside. Alex helped where he could, lifting his hips and shoving down the zipper of his fly. Henry buried his face in his boxers and inhaled, savoring the musk of his arousal. His Alpha pheromones sent gooseflesh crawling along his skin. Turning his eyes up to Alex, he nuzzled his cock through the fabric and mouthed over it, moaning with want. 

“Fuck,” Alex breathed, shuddering. “You look good between my legs.”

Henry drooled along his length, teasing him. Alex twitched against his lips. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. Just like after their first kiss, he ached. Breath heavy, he reached down and carded his fingers through Henry’s blond hair. 

“Don’t stop. Please, Henry…”

Henry licked the spot where his head strained against the fabric and carefully peeled it away, baring Alex’s cock to the air. He brushed his plush lips against Alex’s skin, clearly relishing the way his body responded. His mouth parted and Henry swallowed him, inch by inch, until he couldn’t take any more. Resting a moment, he moaned again, the sound vibrating along Alex’s shaft. Hot and soft as silk, his cheeks slid over his cock and Alex gripped his hair. He let Henry lead, watching as he sucked him with incredible skill. Their gazes locked, heated and hungry, never breaking even as Henry’s eyes began to water. 

“Don’t, don’t hurt yourself,” Alex breathed. “It’s alright. Take it slow, Henry.”

He continued to suck, ignoring Alex’s command and sliding his hands up his muscular thighs. Henry kneaded his firm skin in time with his movements, slowly guiding them higher until he could scratch at the vee of his hips. Alex could feel his control slipping. Henry’s mouth felt incredible. His nails on Alex’s sensitive skin made his hips jerk into his mouth. He’d been so pent up since New Year’s, since the PR tour… In truth, since he found out Henry was his soulmate. Melting against Henry’s eager tongue, the base of his cock began to swell. His head fell back against the arm of the couch, legs shaking. He gasped Henry’s name when he came, spilling thick seed down his throat as his knot hardened behind his jaw. 

“Ah… Oh! Shit, shit, I’m so sorry -” Alex stammered, letting go of his hair and stroking Henry’s cheek. “I forgot to warn you. Um… It should go down in, like, ten minutes. Are you, uh, okay?”

Henry nodded. Somehow he managed to look mischievous with his mouth occupied, lips swollen and pink around the curve of his knot. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Alex cleared his throat and closed his eyes - watching Henry would only make it worse. He’d never get soft. 

Hanging over the arm of the sofa, Henry shifted so he could rest his head against Alex’s thigh. Alex kept touching his face, tracing his fingers against his soft skin. Breathing slow helped him focus on relaxing. He could feel Henry drooling on his pants, his breath ghosting along his groin. There had to be something he could think of, focus on, other than Henry. 

After a few minutes he finally began to relax enough to ease out of Henry’s mouth. Alex sat up and pulled Henry into his lap. 

“Did that hurt?”

Henry opened and closed his jaw, rubbing the joint gently. 

“A little. I liked it. I haven’t been knotted in a very long time,” he admitted. 

“Almost sounds like you missed it,” Alex purred. “Did you?”

“Yes,” Henry breathed, resting his forehead against Alex’s. “I really, really did.”

“Henry… Get these pants off and sit on the couch for me.”

“Why?” 

“Because I’ve been dying to taste you all night.”

Henry kissed him again, slow and deep, before following his orders. He stood and stripped as Alex watched, cheeks flushed pink. He wore a pair of white lace panties beneath them. The straps rode up on his hips, baring the top of his thighs. Alex couldn’t speak. He could barely think. Had he worn them in anticipation? Or did he just like lingerie?

“Fuck the couch,” Alex growled. He slipped off the cushion and knelt in front of Henry. One hand guided his thigh over Alex’s shoulder. He slid his nose along the gusset, smelling his cunt through the fabric. The hormones Henry took truly masked any scent of his Omega status, but he couldn’t hide his body. Not from Alex. Not anymore. 

A quiet moan slipped from Henry’s throat and he grabbed Alex by the hair. He held him in place, grinding against his face in slow circles. Alex mouthed over his lips, sucking the damp lace with a groan of his own. He tasted good, and Alex couldn’t help but wonder how much better he’d taste off of his medication. In a full-blown rut. Dripping for him, a hive of nectar just for Alex to gorge himself on. 

Alex pulled Henry’s panties to the side and dragged his tongue between his lips. Henry trembled. He licked again, pausing to suck gently at his clit.

“Oh fuck!”

He didn’t think he’d ever heard Henry curse. Alex craved it, longing to coax more depravity from those pretty lips of his. 

Henry wasn’t his first Omega partner. Alex knew exactly what to do with his mouth to make his knees weak. As he sucked at his nerves, he brought his hand up to tease his pussy. He slipped a finger inside of him, slowly fucking him in time with his mouth. He kept it shallow, just a tease, and slick dripped down onto his knuckles. Henry whined, the sound catching in his throat. 

“More,” he whispered. “Alex, please. That wicked mouth of yours is, is driving me crazy…”

Alex moaned and closed his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against Henry’s skin, a little butterfly kiss that sent lightning down his spine. He focused on Henry’s body and the way he responded to his tongue, to his lips, to his fingers. Alex worked a second finger inside him and pressed deeper, crooking them and searching for the spot inside him that would shatter him. 

He wanted to watch the prince fall apart. 

“Ah! God, Alex! There,” Henry gasped breathlessly. “Fuck! I’m, I’m not going to last. I can’t. I can’t…”

Henry’s thighs went rigid. His toes curled. He forced Alex’s head flush against his cunt, rutting against his lips as his orgasm crashed over him. Squirting around his fingers, muscles spasming, his legs went weak. Alex caught him awkwardly, guiding him down to the floor with a wet grin. His face shimmered in the light of the lamps, slick with Henry’s cum. 

“You. God.” It was Henry’s turn to be speechless. He panted in Alex’s arms, staring up at him like nothing else in the world existed. 

“Good, huh?” Alex teased. “Glad to see I’m not too out of practice.”

“Mmn. Shut up.”

Henry grabbed his head and pulled him into a messy kiss. They could taste each other, the tang of sex and slick on their tongues. It made Alex’s head spin. He started to stiffen beneath Henry, and Henry whined again. 

“We, we should stop here. I can’t stay all night.”

“Says who?”

“My security detail,” Henry answered. “And I have appearances tomorrow afternoon.” Still, he didn’t leave Alex’s embrace. 

“And if I don’t want to let you go?”

“Well. We’d have an international incident on our hands, I might just fuck your brains out - and you have so little of them to begin with…”

Alex snorted and pushed him away. 

“Alright, alright, your majesty.”

“It’s your royal highness, you really ought to know that by now,” Henry said with a grin. He crawled over Alex, kissing a trail up his bare chest and ending at his lips. 

“We should do this again, Henry.”

“I’d love that. I would.”

Henry pushed himself off of Alex and stared down at him for a moment. With their eyes locked on each other, he slipped off his panties. He leaned down and pushed the lace into Alex’s mouth. 

“Something to tide you over ‘til next time.”

Without another word he got dressed and left Alex sitting on the floor half-hard and overwhelmed by his scent. He pulled the panties out of his mouth and inhaled, thinking about the way Henry looked with his knot in his mouth.  

Their next meeting couldn’t come soon enough. 

[criptochecca]

I am so sorry for all of those anon, if it can make it better, could you talk about some of your favourite movies

Complicated, let's talk about my favourite italian movies

Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto (1970) by Elio Petri

My man Gian Maria Volonté and his fake sicilian accent are a cop who becomes the chief of the uhm... well, sort of the "anti terrorist" unit. He's enamored with power, he loves control, he thinks, and knows, he's above the law, or that he can do anything because, as a man of the law, he's always working within it. This is why he kills his lover and fills her apartment with evidence. With time, the knowledge of being untouchable will drive him mad to the point that he will sign his own confession and then, in a drealike scenario, imagines his colleagues forcing him to sign a "non guilt" letter.

Fucked up and unsettling Ennio Morricone score.

La classe operaia va in paradiso (1971) by Elio Petri

I don't like this one as much as Indagine su un cittadino, but this is absolutely my favourite Gian Maria Volonté interpretation. His monologue was also used by the trap group P38 for the song Stelle Rosse.

Basically the marxist concept of alienation put into movie format.

Nuovo Cinema Paradiso (1988) by Giuseppe Tornatore

I have a particular relationship with this movie. In middle school I attended a musical school (I played piano) and for the third year concert we were playing some of Ennio Morricone's music, one of which was the theme of Nuovo Cinema Paradiso. I was pretty good at the piano at the time and ended up playing a large chunk of the theme as a soloist. So, even if I didn't watch the movie at the time, I was always sort of fond of it. I ended up seeing it in full just a few years back. A love letter to cinema. The middle part with the love story was a little too dragged out, but the ending man... the ending.

Mine Vaganti (2010) by Ferzan Ozpetek

My comfort go to movie. Riccardo Scamarcio (hiii) plays a gay man who comes from Lecce (Puglia) but lives in Rome. He wants to be a writer but his father wants him to become the heir to his pasta factory. He decides to come out to the family because he knows they would disown him and, therefore, relieve him of his responsibilities to the factory, but at the dinner where he wanted to make the big announcement, his older brother comes out as gay before him, getting disown in his place and causing his father to get a heart attack.

Chiedimi se sono felice (2000) by Aldo, Giovanni & Giacomo

The comic trio absolute best movie and I don't care if you think Tre Uomini e Una Gamba is funnier. This is not supposed to be funnier. The scene where they fight because Giacomo kissed Giovanni's gf is a pearl of cinema and breaks my heart every time ("Il bacio è solo un'apostrofo rosa tra le parole Franco e Forte" "Che fai, prendi in giro?")

Mimì metallurgico ferito nell'onore (1972) by Lina Wertmuller

Fascists, communists, men are trash.

Carmelo Mimì Mardocheo is a sicilian worker who, because of his vote to the communist party, has to leave for Turin after loosing his job. He's married but he meets a woman there and the two start a relationship and end up having a child. Despite being a syndacalist and a communist, Mimì is a spineless coward, and when it comes to incriminate the owners who have ties with the mafia he always chickens out. Out of a serie of events (this movie is a comedy) he has to go back to Sicily with his mistress and hide her from his wife, who at the same time becomes pregnant because of a relationship she had with a cop.

Sulla mia pelle (2018) by Alessio Cremonini

Stefano Cucchi died on the 22 of October of 2009 after being brutally beaten by the carabinieri while in custody for drug related crime. The two men who beat him got convicted with manslaughter only in 2022.

The movie talks about the last week of Stefano Cucchi's life. It's heavy as hell and the only movie who made me feel this shit is Diaz - Don't Clean Up This Blood (2012).

Caro diario (1993) by Nanni Moretti

I think it's about some guy with a scooter? Idk.

Stranizza D'Amuri (2023) by Giuseppe Fiorello

I mean I don't know if I'd call it one of my faves but it was such a pleasant surprise in a ever so sterile cinematographic italian landscape that I still want to talk about it.

Honestly I have to be biased because this hit all my spots - italian homosexuals, italian province life, hot italian summer of the world/european championships in the 70s and 80s.

It's based on a real event in Sicily in the 80s, in which a gay couple got shot by the niece of one of them.

Can't describe it in any other way than delicate. The direction and photography are definitely my favourite part which is surprising since it's the first movie as a director for Fiorello.

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ok i got tired other mentions

La decima vittima - Elio Petri

Suspiria - Dario Argento

Tre Uomini e Una Gamba & Odio l'estate - AGG

Uomini contro - Francesco Rosi

Deserto Rosso - Michelangelo Antonioni

La dea fortuna - Ferzan Ozpetek

Baaria - Giuseppe Tornatore

[honestlydarkprincess]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by @folk-fae 💕

i've been in a writing slump lately so i don't have anything all that new to share so! have a little from the crane fic that i WILL finish one day (potentially lying)

When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, he was immediately aware of the deep ache in his shoulder. It was a pain he had felt before, the exact same one he had had when he woke up in the military field hospital, the scent of gunpowder and blood heavy around him. At least this time he was clean, dressed in a hospital gown instead of the remnants of his fatigues, covered in grime.

And just like last time, his first thought after waking up was Christopher. Where was Christopher? Was he okay? Eddie hoped that he was with Buck. He knew he would be safe with Buck while Eddie was lain up here, unable to take care of his boy. The utter confidence he had in Buck was exactly why Buck was Christopher’s legal guardian if anything happened to Eddie. Something he still hadn’t told Buck about, but he knew there was no way Buck would refuse. He knew Buck. He knew that Buck loved his son as if Christopher was his own. And sometimes, in the privacy of his mind, Eddie dreamed about what it would be like if he was. If Christopher was not only his but his and Buck’s. What would it be like if they could be the family that Eddie wanted them to be? That’s not to say that they weren’t already a family. But Eddie wanted it to be official. Wanted to be able to call Buck his, officially.

no pressure tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lovebuck, @housewifebuck, @alyxmastershipper, @transbuck, @moonlightbuckleys, @911onabc, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, @spotsandsocks, @hippolotamus, @prince-buck-diaz, @panbuckley, @forthewolves, @princessfbi, @buddierights, @devirnis, @cowboy-buddie, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and @wikiangela 💘

[lover-girl-estxx]

Dating young Nick Diaz

New Years

(18)

"3..2..1! New Year!" Everyone yelled Nick wrapped his arms around me kissing me. We sat on the couch with my legs in his lap and my head on his chest while he talked to his friend "you guys want to go to the bar we got those IDS" Nate asked we shook our head "I'm going" he added "by yourself?" Nick asked "no other people are going" Nick sighed "I'll go with you....you okay with that baby?" He asked rubbing my leg I nodded "let me know if you guys need a ride later." I ran a hand through his hair and he smiled "okay".

"love you be careful" I said standing next to my car "I will love you" he kissed me.

It was about two hours later when my phone started ringing waking me up

Nate 👊

"hey" I said

"you have to come get us right now!"

"what?"

"someone stabbed Nick if the cops get here we have fake IDs"

"what?!" I put my shoes on grabbing my keys going outside

"he's fine it's not that bad"

"okay I'm coming"

Nick got in the front blood on his hands and shirt "go" Nate said "I'm going but where?" "Just my house" "that's a lot of blood" "its not that bad, small thing". "Fuck! It's locked you have a key" "no," Nick shook his head "knock" he rolled his eyes"oh my god" his mom "I'm fine".

"this might hurt I gotta clean it," he took a deep breath "you stress me out" i said putting Band-Aids over the small cut "i know im sorry" "nothing to apologize about, I'm just worried about you" he gave a small smile "I know" "I'm happy it's nothing crazy" I leaned up and kissed him "we're watching a movie you coming?" Nina said "what time is it?" "3" Nick shrugged "sure" .

Nick laid with his back to my front his head on my chest, I rubbed his shirtless chest with one hand played with his hair with the other I kissed his head he groaned "my stomach hurt" "you want Advil?" He nodded I got up grabbing him one and a water I handed him both and he smiled. He took it I sat down and put his head in my lap "I swear I don't know how I left you for an hour and you get stub" I lightly laughed running my fingers through his curls "maybe I just wanted you to be my sexy nurse" he smirked and I laughed "that so?" He nodded leaning up and kissed me.

A/n: I wanted this to be fluffier but I've also really been wanting to do this idea for a long time so sorry if it's not what you wanted.

Young Nick headconnons

He sings while you drive 100%

He's shadow boxing literally 24/7

Knocks on your window in the middle of the night

He's a certified cuddle buddy

Loves listening to the tea :)

Tells you how he's gonna make it all up to you someday and you tell him everyday just being him is all you need

Talks about how lame your reality shows are but then will start asking questions

You like giving him haircuts

He has a whole space on his wall just for pictures of you and him

You said 'I love you' before he does , he loves you but he didn't want to say it because he was worried you'd leave 🥹

You help him pick his shorts for his fights

You help him as much as he lets you. And always knows he has you.

Double dates with Nate and Misty

Randomly comes up and kisses you multiple times 🖤

[whump-captain]

No. 17 - Hanging by a threat

Breaking point | Stress positions | Reluctant caretaker

1500 words | OC: Kintsugi (follows on from here)

Taglist (feel free to ask to be added/removed!): @thatsgonnaleaveamark

does a character still count as a caretaker if they don't actually end up doing the caretaking? ask Lucy! she'd hate it

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CN: bad/reluctant caretaker (both honestly), aftermath of torture, cuts, blood, broken arm, captivity, guns, self-loathing, first aid, painkillers

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When Lucy returned, Diaz was leaning against the door outside, sneaking bites of chocolate candies from the pocket of his vest. He offered her one but she shook her head.

Under her arm she held a bundle of stiff green fabric - a custom-packed first aid kit that a nurse had wordlessly handed her when she'd arrived in the medical wing. She'd had a quick rummage through it and had been relieved to find its contents to be fairly basic. Hopefully that meant she wouldn't be too out of her depth.

She still couldn't believe she'd been roped into cleaning up Linde's mess. Make sure the prisoner doesn't die, he had said, as if it hadn't been him who'd been beating the guy within an inch of his life. Why was she now responsible for fixing his fuck-ups? She wasn't even trained for this; she knew rudimentary first aid but nothing that would make her the first choice for medical duty. There was a whole hospital here, for fuck's sake, with qualified staff and state-of-the-art equipment. Linde was out of his bloody mind.

Lucy pushed the heavy door open and slipped into the cell. The narrow room was well lit, the walls painted a neutral pale blue. A single, waist-height cupboard clung to the wall by the door to the tiny bathroom segment and beyond it, opposite the entrance, was the bed - a flat berth extending straight from the wall. On it, curled into fetal position, laid Ethan Lythmer; Linde's supposed spy.

At the sound of Lucy's footsteps, he jerked up. His features were twisted, eyes wide with terror behind his crooked, broken glasses. The whole right half of his face was covered in blood, both dried and fresh, shades of red clashing between flaking patches of almost black and the bright crimson lines running down his cheek. Red stained his clothes as well; in drops around his collar from where it trickled down from his chin but also in elongated blotches on his shoulders, one next to another in an obviously deliberate pattern.

Lucy could guess now what had happened to him.

She set her rifle down, leaning it against the wall. Then, unrolling the first aid kit, she crossed the length of the cell. Lythmer recoiled, hid behind a raised forearm as he pushed himself further back into the wall.

Lucy sighed. "Relax," she said, holding the kit up to show him. "I'm here to patch you up."

She sat down on the bunk and Lythmer curled in on himself even tighter. From up close, she could see the source of the blood: a deep, clean-edged cut above his eyebrow, still weeping a thin rivulet of crimson. She also noticed the bruises that covered his left arm: black and purple, spilling out from where the forearm deformed with uneven, horrible swelling.

The fracture she could do nothing about. There was no sling in the first aid kit, or even a triangular bandage - which meant Linde wanted that injury untreated.

Exploitable.

All she had was a few packs of disinfecting wipes, antiseptic cream, skin closures, some dressings, and half a box of painkillers - six doses in total. Bare-bones. She guessed her job was mainly to dress the cuts: the one on his face and whatever more was hidden under his clothes. Wonderful interrogation method Linde had invented, she thought. Bloodletting; straight out of the fucking dark ages. All it had achieved was to give her more pointless work to do.

She laid out one of each supplies next to her and set the rest down on the floor. A stinging smell of disinfectant filled the air as she opened the wipes. Best to start with the blood, she thought, make it easier to see what she was dealing with.

The second she leaned towards him, Lythmer flinched away. He drew his knees up like a shield between them and whispered: "Please, don't."

"I'm trying to clean your wound," Lucy said sharply. "You're still bleeding."

He shook his head frantically. He buried his face in his bloodied hair, clawed his hand through it to pull it down over the gash on his forehead. Lucy guessed Linde had used that injury against him, too. Her memory conjured the sound of screams; her imagination - a deadly grip on damaged skin, fingers digging into raw flesh to cause as much pain as possible. She grimaced.

This time she was comfortable with her disgust - she had a personal stake in it. If Linde hadn't been a pettily cruel piece of shit, she wouldn't have to sit here and play nurse. The anger was refreshing - finally, it had a cause that she could understand. When she looked at the terror carved into Lythmer's features, she remembered that her time here was not her own. She was pissed off at Linde, rightfully so, because he had dragged her into his bullshit MI6 roleplay when she had no reason to care either about him or his so-called spy.

All she wanted was to do her job and be left alone. But even that wasn't allowed to be simple and now she had to try and play good cop to Linde's fucking terrible cop.

She wasn't a good cop. She wasn't a good anything. She was a grunt with a gun and she was sick of both other people and her own doubts trying to force her to be something else.

"Do it yourself, then," she said abruptly, tossing the wipe down on the cot.

She gave Lythmer a cold look but he couldn't see her, huddled again into a tangle of bloodied limbs. Bracing for another hit.

Lucy felt his fear, heard his stuttering breaths and saw the violent tremble of his whole body. She remembered his screams again, remembered every time she herself had dragged him to Linde's interrogations. She remembered that glint of manic fear in his eyes whenever he had looked at Linde. She recognized it now, when from under the blood and bruises, he looked at her.

It made her sick to her stomach.

And that feeling made no fucking sense.

She stood up suddenly and snatched the first aid kit from the floor.

"You've got gauze and dressings here," she said, throwing the white packets onto the bed. "And skin closures, but good bloody luck with those without a mirror." She scoffed. "The cream is antiseptic, put it on each wound before you wrap it. If you get an infection, Linde is going to throw a strop and he'll think it's my fault." Fistful at a time, she emptied the kit into a messy pile and shoved the fabric pouch into the front pocket of her vest. Then she paused.

"I can't leave you with those."

She gathered back up the small blister packs of painkillers. The pills rattled dryly in her fist. There wasn't enough there to overdose on, but she was nowhere near a fucking expert, was she? And if Linde came back tomorrow to find a corpse, she didn't even want to imagine the shitstorm he would start. It was safer to just take the drugs back and eliminate the risk.

She slipped the pills into her thigh pocket. The crinkle of plastic mixed with a soft rustle from the cot. Lythmer uncoiled slightly now that she had stepped away. She saw how much he was shaking, not only with fear, she realized, but also with pain. The way he held his left hand frozen in a strange half-curl, as if afraid to move his fingers; the way his head dipped to the side, as if the wound was weighing it down; the way his breath caught on quiet gasps and small, involuntary groans whenever some deeper shiver jostled something that was damaged. It wasn't hard to see.

Something stabbed her through the chest and she told herself it was anger again.

She threw open the cupboard and grabbed from it a simple plastic cup. With the other hand, she fished a pack of pills back out from her pocket and cracked two of them into the cup before slamming it down on the countertop.

Lythmer didn't flinch at that. When she gave him a pointed glare, he met her gaze from under a curtain of tangled hair - and she saw in his eyes a cold, quiet rage.

He didn't thank her.

If he had, she'd have flown off the fucking handle.

A bitter smile crept onto her lips and she scoffed a short chuckle. There was Linde's reward: zero information and a hatred like Lucy had rarely seen before. Exactly what they both deserved.

When she picked up her rifle, everything was back to where it belonged.

She was cruel and she was hated. She was the grunt with the gun.

She didn't return the painkillers to the medical wing and kept them in her pocket instead.

[filmphilics]

Diaz, Don't Clean Up This Blood (2012)

[bravagente]

Claudio Santamaria in Diaz: Don't Clean Up This Blood

[make-me-imagine]

Prompt: "Just please, don't leave me." <changed slightly to fit better into context and dialogue. Requested by: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: Arguing, mentions of fighting, a little blood/injuries.

Words: 1.6k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural and @caswinchester2000

*Spoiler to Season 3: This takes place in the show when Eddie is in a secret fighting ring.

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You watched Christopher for a moment, making sure he was really asleep before you quietly shutting his bedroom door. Heading to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess from dinner you looked at the clock. Eddie was late, again. He promise he would be back before Christopher went to sleep. You even let him stay up for an extra half hour waiting for him.

He had been acting weird for the last few weeks. Asking you to watch Christopher on the nights no one else could. Coming home later or leaving randomly. At first you thought it had to do with Buck's attempted lawsuit against the city, but you could tell now that it was more than that. He was hiding something from you.

You and Eddie had grown close, you weren't exactly in a relationship, but you knew that you both had feelings for each other. And you thought that it would become more, you had both gotten close a few times, but nothing more than lingering touches happened between you. There was less of that since Eddie started to pull away. You cared so much for him and so much for Christopher, but you weren't sure how many more lies you could take.

As you tossed a dirty paper towel in the trash, your eyes caught on something. You recognized blood when you saw it. Grabbing a fork and reaching into the trash, you pulled out the small white cloth. It was a disinfectant wipe, medical grade, covered in blood. Looking back into the trash you spotted some bandage wrappers as well.

You knew Christopher had no injuries, and Eddie had none that you could see. Feeling your gut clench with anxiety, you looked to the front door as it opened up.

Eddie stepped inside and set down his bag before he rounding the corner. His eyes landed on you before they moved to the bloody wipe in your hands. Then his eyes met yours.

You glared at him "What the hell is going on Eddie?"

"What?" he chuckled out, trying to feign innocence "I just cut my hand on a knife the other day."

"Show me the cut." You said quickly.

Eddie rolled his eyes "I don't need to show you the cut Y/n, this is stupid, you don't need to be so paranoid."

"I wouldn't be paranoid if you would stop acting so weird and disappearing all the time. Even Christopher is starting to notice something is going on with you." There was clear anger in your voice as you through the bloody towelette back into the trash and stared Eddie down.

Eddies eyes flicked quickly to Christopher's door at the mention of his name. Looking back at you he walked up to you "Look, I don't need you to interrogate me about something you have nothing to do with okay?" He said harshly.

You scoffed as you walked around the kitchen counter and stepped in front of Eddie "I do have something to do with it, ever since I started lying to Christopher about where you've been. He misses you Eddie, you've barely been around the last week."

"It's none of your business Y/n, drop it!" his voice became louder as he glared at you.

You let out another scoff as you shook your head at him. Hearing a door creak open you both look over as Christopher poked his head out "Dad? What's going on?"

Eddie changed his demeanor and lowered his voice "Nothing, sorry buddy. Get back into bed I'll be there in a minute to say goodnight okay?"

"Okay." Christopher said before looking at you "Will you be back tomorrow Y/n?"

You smiled at Christopher but shook your head "No, I wont. I wont be back for a while. But I'm sure your dad will find someone else to look after you." You looked at Eddie out of the corner of your eye as you moved to grab your bag "Goodnight Christopher." You said before you headed towards the door.

"Wh- wait!" Eddie said to you, before looking back to Christopher "Go on to bed!" After Christopher closed his door Eddie followed you, grabbing the door before you could leave "I thought you said you could watch him tomorrow."

"Well I'm not going to Eddie. Not anymore. Because I have nothing to do with whatever the hell is going on right? It's none of my business?" You repeated his words back to him.

Eddie felt a twinge of guilt rocket through him as he saw the anger in your eyes "Whatever it is you've got going on Eddie, is changing you, and not for the better. You're angry, quick tempered, mean." You added on the last word and saw as his eyes widened slightly.

"I-"

As he opened his mouth to speak you cut him off "I'm not going to keep lying to your son about why you aren't here to tuck him in every night like you promised. I- We-" You let out a frustrated sigh "You know Eddie. I thought we had something, here" you motioned between the two of you "You trusted me before, you told me everything, you were kind and trustworthy and you never lied, and we were close. But now.." You shook your head "Now you're hiding things, lying, to me and your son. And now you are telling me that whatever is going on with you, is none of my business. And since that's the way it is. I'm leaving. And I'm not coming back until you get your head out of your ass and figure out that the only reason I'm pushing you is because I care about you." You poked your finger into his chest "And I see something going on in here, and I thought we were close enough for you to open up to me. To let me help, to trust me...But I thought wrong."

You grabbed the door and pulled it open, quickly walking out, but you stopped when Eddies hand grabbed your wrist. You turned back to him and saw his eyes filled with so much emotion is made your gut clench.

"Okay" He started "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. There is something going on...I just...It's complicated. But, I'll tell you if you don't leave." His hand moved from your wrist to your hand "Just please, don't leave."

You looked down at his hand as it gripped your own and you closed your eyes, letting out a breath. Opening your eyes again you looked up and met his gaze. Turning back fully towards him you met his eyes "I'll stay, but only if you tell me everything. Everything, Eddie."

He nodded his head as he let go of your hand and moved for you to go back into the house. Walking past him, Eddie watched you and sighed in relief before feeling a growing anxiety of telling you what he had been up to.

- - - - -

"Illegal fights Eddie really?!" You whispered aggressively as you punched him in the arm "Are you crazy?!"

Eddie sighed "Look, it's good money, and we need it!" he excused.

"Did you miss the part where it's illegal?" You asked incredulously as you leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling letting out a groan.

"I know. I know" Eddie admitted "It's also...just a good way to get the frustration out." He said as he looked down at his hands.

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees "Eddie, it's not a good idea. You are risking too much. Plus there are a hundred other ways to get out your frustration."

"Yeah but none of them pay." You looked at Eddie with a glare and he shrugged his shoulders "What, it's true!"

You smiled and shook your head "You can't do it anymore Eddie."

"I know." He admitted "And look...I'm sorry for yelling at you. You didn't deserve for me to take it out on you, I know you were confronting me out of...care, for me, and Christopher."

You let out a chuckle "I'm pretty sure the phrase is doing it out of love. Not care. "

Eddie's eyes quickly flicked to yours as you stood up and grabbed your bag "It's late, I should leave." You began to walk past him and towards the door.

Eddie stood "It's a long drive, maybe you should-" you turned back to him and he faltered for a second, but quickly recovered "Maybe you should stay. I'm sure you're tired." He smiled almost shyly.

"He's right Y/n."

You and Eddie spun around, seeing Christopher standing at the edge of the room. "Christopher, what are you doing up?"

"You said you'd come tuck me in and never did. I wanted to come see what was happening." Christopher said as he leaned against the door before looking at you "I don't know what you guys were talking about, but I'm glad you aren't fighting anymore."

You and Eddie shared a look "We were never fighting, just ...disagreeing on something." You said.

"Oh." Christopher smiled "Are you going to stay the night?"

"Uhm, I don't think-"

"We could all have breakfast in the morning! Together!" Christopher said with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as he looked back at you and shrugged "It would be nice."

You felt heat rise up your neck as both of them stared at you expectantly. "Fine, I'll stay."

"Yay!"Christopher cheered quietly.

You and Eddie both laughed. Eddie walked over to Christopher "Okay, buddy lets go get into bed now." As they started to walk away you could here Eddie asking him what he wanted for breakfast in the morning, your smile widened as you watched them.

xx End xx

I wasn't really sure how to end this and it just kind of kept going so I just stopped myself lol.

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[happys-crazy-queen22]

I'm With You (Ray Diaz)

Gif by me. Credit if using. 😊

"Think about Y/N". Dwayne came up behind Ray and put his hands on Ray's shoulders. Ray was about to jump the three boys from the 19th street gang.

"Yeah, old man. Thank about that sexy hyna. What she doing with you anyways"? One of them laughed. Making the others laugh and Ray's blood boil.

"Don't talk about my girl like that". Ray growled, gritting his teeth.

"What are you going to do, old timer"? The leader of the crew knocked off a stack of baskets to the floor with a chuckle.

"Go clean up the office, Ray". Dwayne told Ray when he saw his fist ball up. Ray was hesitant but he went. He promised you no fighting.

"Yeah, that's right bitch. Go clean".

Ray ripped his apron off and went into the office, slamming the door. He was fuming. Those little punks disrespected you but he couldn't do anything about them.

He sat in the computer chair with his head in his hands.

"Hey handsome". Ray thought he heard your voice but he figured it was in his head.

"Ray"? You say again and his head shoots up. "You okay"?

"Yeah. I'm fine. You okay? Why are you here"? Ray questioned as he got up and came over to you, checking you over.

"I'm good. Worried about you. What happened"? You place your hands gently on his shoulders.

"Those little punks came in and started talking shit".

"And"?

"I couldn't do anything about it. Oscar told me to back off of them. And I promised you". Ray sighed and went back to the chair.

"You can't let them get to you. They think they're all high and mighty but they're going to end up like the rest of the ones before them that thought that. Dead or in prison. You're different. You dont scoop to their level". You walk over and stand in front of him. Ray places his hands on your round stomach.

"Why are you with me"?

"It's a little late to ask that". You giggle and you hold his head close to your belly.

"No. Seriously. Why? When you could be with someone more educated, doesnt have a criminal record and someone that doesn't have a target on their back from every little street gang in the hood".

"Ray, I love you. That's all that matters. I dont care that you have a record. I know you're a good person. You've changed your life around. Those little gangs are just another part of life in Freeridge. I know you wont get apart of that again. And babe, you are smart. You got out of the life and chose to do something with yours. That's the smartest thing you could've done". You lean down and kiss his head.

"That and getting with you. You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me. You and my kids".

"You're the greatest thing to happen to me. I wouldn't have this little bundle of beauty if I didn't have you". You cradle your baby bump.

"Yeah you would". Ray sighed.

"No I wouldnt. Have you seen the Diaz boys? They are handsome men. There's two handsome sons and a extremely sexy dad. That I wouldn't mind taking home and showering with some love". You giggle when Ray stands up with a grunt.

"That's hormones talking".

You wrap your arms around Ray's neck. "Mmm, I dont think so. Before he got me pregnant, I was already head over heels in love with him. I fall more in love with him everyday. I cant wait to see him hold our child in his arms for the first time. When that happens my hormones will explode".

"You talking about me right"? Ray laughed.

"The one and only". You press your lips to his with a moan. His hands rubbed your back.

"I love you so much, Mami".

"Love you too, Papi. Now go wrangle up some food before we head home. Baby's hungry". You push Ray to the door. Ray laughed as he went. You couldnt believe he was all yours.

[thisissirius]

👀👀👀 "don't be scared, I'm right here" pls dear siri

take you over anybody else [ao3 link] eddie/buck, minor injuries, hurt/comfort

for my darling @capseycartwright :)

The truck is tense. 

Eddie’s not looking at him, face turned to the window, and he’s got a hand on his knee. Buck’s used to sitting close to him, easier to touch, jostle, and generally mess around. Now, he’s on the other side of the cab and Buck’s never been so aware of the distance. 

“Eddie,” he says, desperate to make things right. 

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” Eddie says, tone clipped, and Buck can see the look Hen and Chimney share. 

Ignoring them, he sighs, knows he should let it rest, but he doesn’t want them to go into a burning building with this hanging over them. “If you would just let me explain—”

“What’s to explain?” Eddie snaps. “You don’t think I’m making the correct choices in my life or in Christopher’s life. You apparently think I should mourn Shannon forever. I’m not allowed to get hurt, so you don’t want me making my own choices.” When he stares at Buck, Buck feels it cut deep, stealing his breath. “Did I forget anything?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Buck snaps back, because if Eddie will just listen—

Eddie snorts, turns away and what the fuck, Buck’s trying to fix this. 

“Look at me,” Buck says. 

“Both of you, quiet,” Bobby says, his voice cutting through the cab. Eddie ducks his head, embarrassed, and Buck looks out of the window, skin crawling. He hates when he and Eddie fight, when they’re not a unit. It makes everything else feel wrong. 

They jump out of the truck as it arrives, Bobby immediately taking charge. “Buckley, Diaz, you take the basement.”

Eddie looks irritated, but his face smooths out and Buck takes his cue; they’ve worked together and been pissed off. They can do this. Eddie stares up at the sky, as if bracing himself, and when he looks at Buck there’s an expression on his face that Buck doesn’t understand. “Let’s go.”

Buck follows, willing to sink into the headspace of firefighter. He calls out, does the sweeps with Eddie. There’s a groaning from above and Buck looks up, doesn’t like how bent and warped the wood is. “Eddie,” he says. “We should move quickly.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and Buck tries not to let on that he’s surprised. “You’re right. Let’s get out of here.”

This time it’s Buck leading the way, and he heads back towards the stairs. There’s a lot of clutter in the basement and Buck makes a mental note to tell the inhabitants to clean up and make access easier. He says as much to Eddie. “—don’t know why people don’t wanna navigate the place they keep their laundry shit,” he mutters. 

There’s a snort from behind him—amused or pissed off, Buck can’t tell—and then a creak. 

“Shit,” Eddie says. Then, “Buck!”

Something creaks above, a noise that makes Buck panic, and then nothing.        

_____________

Buck snaps awake abruptly, and immediately wishes he hadn't. Pain shoots through his stomach, down his side and he groans. 

"Easy," someone says to his left. 

Eddie, Buck thinks. There's a dull pain in the back of Buck's head and he opens his eyes slowly, immediately scared when he can't see anything. "Eddie," he says, voice shaking. "I can't see." 

"It's dark," Eddie replies, and Buck can see movement, an arm in his periphery. "We're trapped." 

"Fuck." Buck can feel weight on his stomach, along his left side, underneath his body. "We fell?" 

Eddie snorts, a noise filled with pain and Buck tries to find his face in the darkness. "More like something fell on us." 

Okay. This is fine. Buck's eyes adjust to the darkness and he can see rubble and wood crashed around them, and through it, Eddie's face. There's dirt on one cheek, except Buck doesn't think it's dirt. "You're hurt?" 

Eddie doesn't say anything for a moment, which is all the answer Buck needs. Then, quietly, "so are you." 

Frowning, Buck says, "what?" He's fairly sure he'd know if he was injured. "I'm fine," he continues, running his hands over his chest, down to his stomach and yeah, everything's not okay.

"Hey," Eddie's voice snaps through Buck's awareness. "Listen to me, Buck, breathe for me, okay?" 

Hyperventilating, Buck thinks. Embarrassing. 

"Don't be scared," Eddie says, his voice thick. "I'm right here, Buck, okay? I'm right here." 

Eddie's here. 

Buck's okay as long as Eddie's here. 

Breathing finally evening out, Buck wraps his fingers around the pole currently stuck in his side and stomach and swallows down the urge to throw up. It doesn't hurt, which should probably worry him, but he turns his head, looks at Eddie. "We're getting out of this?" 

"We are," Eddie says, with a certainty that surprises Buck. Eddie doesn't lie to him.

Which means, back in the truck—

“I’m sorry,” Buck says immediately, because he needs Eddie to know. 

Eddie grunts, like he’s trying to move, and when Buck looks, he can see rocks and rubble tumbling away from Eddie. “For what?”

Buck swallows, thinks of their argument in the truck, Bobby’s voice cutting across them, telling them to stow it and work it out later. “You can make your own choices.”

"it doesn't matter,” Eddie says immediately. There’s another shift of rocks, this time on the other side of Eddie. Buck frowns, realises Eddie’s trying to protect him from falling rocks and can’t stop the words spilling out of his mouth. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted you to know.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, sounding wrecked. “It doesn't matter. Whatever happened before, i just wanna make sure you're alright."

The words sound good, so Buck drifts on them. He concentrates on breathing, on not passing out because he doesn’t think Eddie’ll be happy if he does. There’s a scuffing noise and then oh. “Hi, Eddie.”

Eddie’s got blood on one side of his face, a gash over his eye and nose, but he’s got his hands on Buck’s face. “I’m here.”

It’s a lot; Eddie’s fingers are soft, the worry on his face too much and Buck finds himself sobbing, clinging to Eddie. His side throbs, every small movement a wrench on his stomach. 

“I’m here,” Eddie says again, a hand in Buck’s hair, his eyes running over Buck. 

“I do know why I said those things,” Buck whispers, needs to get the words out. His vision is starting to grey and he doesn’t want to leave Eddie alone. “I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to hurt like me.” 

Eddie looks surprised, brows drawn together. His lips part, as if he’s going to say something, and then he shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he says, pressing his lips to Buck’s forehead. “We can talk about it if you want, but we don’t need to. I know you, Buck. I know you’re hurting. I just wish you’d found an easier way to tell me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Buck sobs. 

“I know, Buck, I know.” Eddie’s hand is soft in his hair and Buck drifts. There’s a sharp sting on his scalp. “Stay with me, alright? Talk to me.”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it. When he speaks, the words aren’t ones he wants to fall between them. “I want you to love me like you love her."

There’s silence. Well, there’s silence between then. Buck can hear yells and noises, indistinct from above and around them; their crew, coming to get them. He blinks slowly, hand reaching for Eddie. Eddie takes it blindly, but he immediately focuses on Buck. 

“There’s not even a contest,” he says, and he sounds hoarse, scared. 

Buck doesn’t know what to do. “Eddie—”

“I don’t love her,” Eddie says, fast, as if he’s scared he’s not going to be able to. Buck wants to tell him it’s alright, he understands, but Eddie drops a glove, gets his warm, long fingers on Buck’s face. He holds his chin, taps lightly with his forefinger and Buck struggles to focus. “Buck, I don’t love her. We’ve been on dates but I know—I don’t know why I’m saying this, I should just—I love you, Buck, you hear me?”

“It’s okay,” Buck says. He wants to reassure Eddie that it’s okay, that Buck’s okay with it, when the words register. “What.”

Eddie’s smile is soft, tinged with fear and sadness, but he leans down, kissing Buck softly. “I love you, so you stay awake for me, yeah? I wanna talk to you later.”

Buck doesn’t know what to say. He thinks he’s crying, can feel Eddie’s fingers move to his cheek, brushing them away. “I don’t feel so good.”

“i know,” Eddie says, and he leans in, touches their foreheads together. “I’m here, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

Nodding, Buck lets his lips linger against Eddie’s and tries to hang on. 

— — — — — —

This time, Buck comes back to consciousness slowly. 

There’s a dull ache in his side and stomach this time, something warm weighing him down. Opening one eye slowly, Buck keeps it half-lidded, stunned by the light. He’s in hospital, which doesn’t surprise him. Neither does Eddie, half asleep on top of Buck. 

Buck smiles, lifts a hand to Eddie’s head. “Hi.”

Eddie snaps up, blinking away sleep and immediately lets out a breath. His smile is slow but bright. “You gotta stop ending up here.”

“I said we should leave,” Buck protests. Not my fault your heavy ass takes forever to move—”

Eddie slaps a hand over his mouth, gentle, and raises an eyebrow. “Don’t pretend you hate my ass.”

Licking at Eddie’s palm, Buck laughs when Eddie makes a disgusting face, pulling back and wiping his hand on the bedsheets. Buck stares at him, at the still-fresh gash across his eye. “Is it gonna scar?”

Frowning, Eddie pauses, then touches a self-conscious hand to his face. “It was deep,” he admits. “They’re not sure.”

Probably, then. Buck touches a hand to Eddie’s face, thumb hovering above the scar. “You’ll still look hot.”

Eddie licks at his bottom lip, heat in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“You always have,” Buck admits quietly. 

It doesn’t take much prompting for Eddie to lean in, kiss Buck softly. His fingers are on Buck’s jaw, sliding down to his pulse point. “I’m sorry.”

Buck shakes his head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“I thought you needed time,” Eddie admits. “I wasn’t leading Ana on but—Bobby said I should move on,” he explains quietly, eyes dropping to the bedsheets. “You weren’t, everything had happened with your parents and I wasn’t sure you’d ever be ready for me.”

“Eddie,” Buck says quietly, a hand in Eddie’s hair. “Look at me?”

Slowly, Eddie lifts his gaze, and Buck knows there’s a lot they need to talk about, a lot they need to go through, but right now, he just wants to be. 

“I’m ready.”

— — — — — — — —

“Is Chris home?” Buck asks. He’s leaning against Eddie, Eddie’s arm around his waist as they walk up the drive. 

Eddie nods, grabbing the keys from his pocket. He helps Buck up the step and his hand slips down to Buck’s waist as he opens the door. “Yeah. I knew you’d wanna see him.”

Buck doesn’t think he can love Eddie more. The words are right on the tip of his tongue, it would be so easy if they slipped out. 

“Bucky!”

Christopher is careful when he hugs Buck, and Eddie drifts away, probably to get things settled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m getting there,” Buck says gently. He kisses the top of Chris’ head and then Eddie’s back, arm at the base of Buck’s spine. 

“Come on,” Eddie says. He’s careful of the padding on Buck’s hip, his stomach, where the lingering wounds are protected. Eddie takes him to the bedroom and Buck’s breath hitches when he sees the pillows stacked up, the comfortable place Eddie’s carved for him in the bed. 

“Eddie,” he says, hates how easily he’s been crying lately. 

Eddie laughs gently, but it’s not cruel. He wipes at Buck’s face, kisses him. “Come on, in the bed.”

They manage to get him situated in the middle of the bed, Eddie on his left side, Chris on the right. Eddie’s got a small TV in the room, courtesy of Buck trying to make Eddie’s bedroom look lived in, and he turns it on, giving Buck a look. 

“Disney?” Buck asks Chris. 

Chris nods, and they argue good-naturedly over the movie until they settle on one. Eddie’s got snacks and drinks, and when they’re all settled, he moves closer, helping Buck lean against him. Buck wants more; he slides and moves, wincing the few times he pulls on his stomach, but groans when he finds the perfect position, tucked under Eddie’s chin. 

It’s easy to relax; Chris keeps up a steady stream of chatter, pressed up against Buck’s right side. Eddie’s warm around him, arm over his shoulders, lips against his head, fingers rubbing down Buck’s spine. Buck drifts in a doze, comfortable and warm, the sounds sending him further into sleep. 

— — — — — —

Chris kisses Buck’s shoulder and climbs out of bed, trying to be careful, and looks at Eddie. “Will you say goodnight?" 

Eddie nods. "Go get ready for bed, I'll be in soon."

Chris makes his way out of the bedroom. Eddie smiles, running a hand through Buck's hair, down the nape of his neck. "Buck?" 

Buck barely twitches. He's dead to the world, hand curled in Eddie's shirt, breathing even against Eddie's collarbone. Gently, Eddie tries to extricate himself from Buck, but as he gets Buck situated on the pillow, he groans, eyes opening slowly. "Eddie?" 

"Just saying goodnight to Chris," Eddie tells him. He kisses him gently, thumb rubbing over his cheek. "I'll be right back." 

Buck looks upset and Eddie's heart breaks. Frowning, Buck reaches for him. "Where you going?" 

"To Chris," Eddie says again, tries to make Buck understand. "It's bedtime." 

Abruptly Buck's face changes and he blinks, stares to the other side of the bed. "I fell asleep?" 

"Yeah," Eddie says, then rests a hand on Buck's shoulder when he tries to move. "Stay put. Chris says you can hug him extra hard in the morning." 

Buck still looks petulant but he nods, finally lets Eddie go. "Come back?" 

"Soon," Eddie promises.

— — — — — — —

Buck feels cold when Eddie leaves the room, but he shifts onto his right side, groaning as he stretches out. He still aches, can feel pain starting to creep into his awareness and he knows he needs to take some meds. 

Move. He needs to move. Roll out of bed maybe, he can say goodnight to Chris and—

There’s a hand back in his hair, Eddie’s lips against the skin beneath his ear, his jaw. “Sit up for me?”

“M’kay,” Buck says, still half-asleep, but lets Eddie help him sit up. There’s a glass of water and some painkillers in Eddie’s hands and Buck lets out a sob. “You’re amazing.”

Eddie laughs gently, waits for Buck to take the meds and finish half the water. He rests it on the dresser and it takes Buck a moment to realise Eddie’s changed for bed. 

“I fell asleep?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “You need to shower?”

“Brush my teeth,” Buck says with a groan, grateful when Eddie helps him up. He thinks he might get used to it, leaning against Eddie, hearing Eddie’s soft murmurs. 

It’s not until they’re climbing into bed, Buck finding a position that’s comfortable, and Eddie wraps around him, Buck’s ear to Eddie’s chest. 

“I love you,” Buck says quietly, rubbing a hand over Eddie’s chest. 

There’s a smile in Eddie’s voice as he whispers, “I love you too.”

Buck drifts off to sleep, safe in the circle of Eddie’s arms. 

[evanoracronwell]

I'll be holding on to you

Buddie♥

"Because, if he was going to fall, let it be Buck, the last thing he would see."

Also on ao3 (1/?)

Eddie is ... numb.

You see, he made a list, since he joined the fire department, he made a list of all the possible scenarios that could happen, and that would prevent him from coming home. For Christopher. Getting shot by a sniper who is targeting LAFD members was definitely not on that list. But then again, being buried in a well wasn’t either.

He can't help but see the irony in all this, however. Especially when he remembers the conversation he had with Marwani

"... at least no one's shooting at us ..."

And that the shot was in his shoulder, so, I mean, everything looks like a really bad joke.

Except no one is laughing. And everything hurts. Not in the beginning; in the first few seconds, everything is quiet and he feels numb. It’s the blood on Buck's face that awakens him, that makes the pain go deep into his bones. It’s Buck's lost, shocked look that makes Eddie realize what had happened.

The floor is the next thing he feels. Damn, he didn't remember that it hurt that much.

"... Eddie ...."

He recognizes the voice, it's Buck. His eyes search for him; it’s so normal, so natural for him to search for Buck. Always Buck. Lying on the floor with someone holding him, Buck is crying and struggling to get out of their arms, struggling to come to Eddie.

No. Stay there. Stay safe.

Eddie wants to scream; he needs to scream. He desperately needs Buck to hear him, so that Buck doesn't move, so he doesn't come to him. He needs Buck to be safe. It's the only thing that matters to him; Buck's safety.

"... let me go .... Eddie ... no ..."

Does he close his eyes? Does he lose consciousness?

Eddie doesn't know. For a few seconds, everything is a black, quiet blur. Then there is Buck again. Screaming for him, pushing someone off of him, going to Eddie.

No! Go back. Please.

He feels the pressure against his shoulder and lets out a grunt of pain. It hurt so much, he’s so tired.

".... no ... Eddie come on .... no ... please ..."

Please, don’t cry. I'm very sorry.

"... keep your eyes on me, Eddie ... you know the drill ..."

...be sure that you’re following your heart...

I'm sorry ... I was so wrong It was you. It has always been you.

And before falling into that endless blackness that is calling for him, Eddie looks at Buck one last time. Because if he is going to fall, then let Buck be the last thing he sees.

Buck is ... lost.

They only went to save a child who was being poisoned by his own mother. How did they end up here?

"Eddie ... stay with me, come on, eyes on me ..."

"Eddie, wake up."

"Eddie, don't do this ... come on, man."

How is that fair?

How did it all end up like this?

He remembers the noise, the lost look in Eddie's eyes.

The feeling of Eddie's blood hitting his face.

Captain Mehta's hands holding him against the concrete.

How he fought Captain Mehta, he fought to reach Eddie.

The bitter, coppery taste of blood in his mouth.

"Hey Eddie, just hold on, help is on the way."

"Stay with me, Eddie. Eyes on me."

Hands pushing him again away from Eddie.

Paramedics carrying Eddie away.

Buck remembers the cold ambulance walls.

The feeling that the hospital seemed to be getting further and further away.

"He's going into shock."

No. Eddie!

"He's coding."

Buck remembers tearing up his shirt.

He remembers starting the compressions himself.

Because no one was going to fight to bring Eddie back as much as Buck was.

And he fought, even when the paramedics told him to stop, even when they wanted to give up. Buck fought, even when he felt Eddie's ribs cracking, even when his own arms were getting numb and tired. He fought until the last second until he heard the beep echoing through the ambulance stating that Eddie was back.

And then they took him away, took him down a corridor where Buck couldn't follow and it's not fair. Eddie shouldn't go to a place where Buck can’t follow him.

They were just trying to save a child! How did they end up like this?

He sits on a chair somewhere in the waiting room. It's so hot outside, so why can't Buck stop shaking? Why is he so cold?

He needs to get up, clean up. He has blood all over his shirt; once it was white, but now it's just crimson. His hands too, and fuck, he imagines his face looks the same. And the taste in his mouth, like an old coin bittering everything inside him.

Would that taste ever go away?

Yes, he should get up. And he would do that ... if he could only move.

Bobby is ... confused.

When he entered the station to start a new shift he was faced with three things.

First, the captain's car wasn’t there.

Second, Buck and Eddie weren't there, either. Which was strange because they were never late, Buck, in fact, is always the first one to arrive.

Third, Chimney was walking back and forth holding his phone in his hands.

"Bobby. You won't believe it. That child we saw earlier, the one from whose mother was hanging from the balcony ..."

"...Eddie and Buck went over there with Captain Mehta..."

Bobby can't be surprised that those two got involved in something like that. Much less that they did it together. Buck and Eddie were always together. Bobby doesn't know why he had thought the two of them would never get along.

Of all the scenarios. Of all the possibilities. This was not what Bobby had imagined for his day.

One phone call. And everything goes to hell.

"Captain Nash, this is Captain Mehta from 133."

"... I'm sorry Captain, firefighter Diaz was hit by a gunshot ..."

"... he was taken to the hospital, Captain. Cedars-Senai ..."

"... Buckley was with him. No, Captain, Buckley was not hurt ..."

"... I don't know, Bobby. It didn't look good ... I'm sorry ..."

So Chimney is in charge of the Station.

"Let Hen know as soon as she arrives."

"Call us, as soon as you have news ..."

And Bobby drives as fast as possible, breaking all the traffic laws that get in his way.

And Bobby didn't expect that sight.

Buck, sitting in a chair, his body curled up as if he wanted to crawl into his own skin. Covered in blood. The look in his eyes, dull and lost.

"Buck ... son..."

"... I tried, Bobby ... I swear I tried ... he wouldn't wake up. I told him to open his eyes, I told him...but he wouldn't...and I....."

"... so much blood ... oh Bobby, there was so much blood ..."

"You need to clean up, Buck; come on son, I brought some clothes that were in your closet."

He helps Buck to clean up. Bobby swallows his own fear and pain and helps Buck. Because he sees it now, Bobby realizes that maybe it would have been better if Eddie and Buck had never become friends. Perhaps it would have been better that way.

"So, we can end up with two cut lines?"

Hen was right, wasn't she? There were only two scenarios if Buck had gone down that well. Either he was coming back with Eddie or he wasn't coming back at all. But now there was no well. Now there was a hospital room and the possibility of Eddie not coming back, again.

Buck survived being crushed by a fire truck. A pulmonary embolism. A tsunami.

But he wouldn't survive losing Eddie.

[criptochecca]

What are your top 10 Italian movies you'd recommend?

finally my time to shine (im gonna write the titles in italian btw) (also while i watched a lot of old italian movies when i was in highschool im just now trying to get back to them so im not gonna put movies i watched years ago and dont particularly remember even if i liked them when i was young)

Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto

La classe operaia va in paradiso

La battaglia di algeri

Sulla mia pelle

Diaz - don't clean up this blood

Mine vaganti

Uomini contro

Nuovo cinema paradiso

Suspiria 1977

This scene from fantozzi

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

First off, you're an amazing person w/ gr8 blog. Second of all, I hope you don't mind me saying it? If it's weird or creepy, please, disregard. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. Third of all, I came to your tumblr from ao3 and specifically the pirate fic and ma'am (sir? Neither? Wanted to use honorific and "my kind dude tends to not be *that* universal, sadly). It. ROCKS. If by any chance you feel like continuing it, I'd be forever in debt. Also hope you don't mind reviews via anon tumblr? ♥

ANON!! My answer to this ask is so long overdue I literally have no words. When I first recieved this ask in my box I was warmed through--thank you so much for your kind words! I determined to myself I would NOT send an empty response, would only publish this with the chapter in hand!! And then life picked up like crazy and I never seemed to have a spare BREATH to sit down and write this AU well enough that it would be worth reading. AND NOW I FAINLLY HAVE IT!!! Two more chapters for ya, I really hope you enjoy!!

P.S. Also, I refuse to be called ANYTHING except My Kind Dude from now on, that is the best address ever! 

The Damned Disgrace--Buddie Pirate AU, Chapter 2

"Dios mio, you're useless."

Buck looked up from where he'd been struggling to swab the deck and met the glare of Captain Nash's angry first mate--Diaz, and sighed. He'd already been on the ship a fortnight, and while Chimney had fit right in, used to hard work and quickly picking up the vernacular of the other pirates, Buck stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn't used to manual labor, having spent his life behind books and papers, and had no instinct for it. He tried, oh did he try so hard, but his clumsy hands struggled to complete work that someone else had to repeat later to make sure it was done right. And the pirates who didn't ignore him were usually laughing at him. What few acquaintances he'd made in his past life had been in academic circles. These men had no patience for or interest in unusual trivia about far away lands, or wonderings about what the world would be like if mankind lived under the water and fish lived on land. 

Buck was red with sunburn, blistered all over--on his back, his forearms, and face from sunburn, and his hands, fingers and feet from work. He ached everywhere. 

He looked away from Diaz and went back to stubbornly pushing the mop around the deck.

I won't be useless! I won't go overboard. I'm going to work hard and they'll help me find Maddie and bring her home! and if I get to shoot that thrice-damned Commodore Douglas too, well that would be a boon from God--

"Stop. Just stop."

Buck stopped, his heart sinking. He dared not look Diaz in the eye again, already knowing the derision and anger he would see there.

Sure the other pirates ignored him or laughed at him behind his back. But Diaz? Diaz detested him. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to Buck but definitely not the first time he'd loomed nearby, sneering at Buck's pathetic efforts to work as part of the team and fit in.

"We should've left you back at the port."

"What? No! No, I swear, I'm learning--"

"Learning what? How to smear muck around so someone else has to clean up after you? Again?" Diaz sneered, kicking at the mop. Buck's hands twitched around it, every blister flaring up painfully. Diaz's eyes caught it and he suddenly leaned forward. "Show me your hands."

"What...?"

"Show me!"

Buck carefully placed the mop against the rail of the ship and carefully unfolds his hands, wincing as the skin flares in pain with each motion.

"Dios...! Come with me."

"Wait, but I have to finish the--"

"NOW!"

***

Buck followed Eddie down into the ship, down down, past Buck's sleeping berth with the other sailors. 

Buck looked around in trepidation. Is he taking me to the bilge? To the brig? The bilge was full of seawater, the brig a confined, rat infested cell where only the most unfortunate went.

They kept walking.

"Uh, Diaz, I... I swear, I'll work harder, I just--please don't--"

"You're not working any more today." Diaz replied shortly and threw open a door. "Hen, I've got the cabron for you. Destroyed his hands and he thinks he's magical enough not to get gangrene or something. Can you fix him up?"

The woman inside raised her eyebrows. "You don't usually bring me people, Eddie." She was dressed like the rest of the sailors but her clothes were neater and better kept. 

"They aren't usually this stupid." Eddie growled. 

"I... sorry." Buck mumbled, defeated.

"Don't worry about this one. He's always angry about something." Hen chuckled, and Diaz's scowl deepened. "What's your name?"

"Ah, Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but... just Buck is okay." He felt another twinge in his heart as he said it. It was Maddie who had named him Buck.

"Buck it is. Come sit and we'll have a look at those hands."

Buck chanced a sideways look at Diaz, who was still standing there, muscled arms crossed. "Is he...?"

"Eddie was just leaving, weren't you, Eddie?" Hen's tone brooked no argument, and to Buck's surprise, Diaz obeyed.

Buck sat and held his hands out. Now that he had a moment to focus on them they hurt even more, and he could feel some of the injuries oozing. "I'm sorry, I tried to-- but--" he stopped abruptly as he felt his throat thicken and his eyes started to wet. You are already the most pathetic creature on this ship, you will not make it worse by whining about it. Silently he held his hands out, head down. 

Hen sucked in a breath. "Eddie was right to bring you here. If you let these wounds get any more infected than they are and gangrene set in I might have to remove one or both of them."

Buck swallowed around a sob. As a teacher and writer, his hands were his life.

"I'll clean and wrap your hands for you." Hen continued softly. "That should be able to prevent it from getting worse, so long as you promise not to use them for the next few days and come down here every day for the next week so I can make sure they don't get worse. Okay?"

Buck nodded silently.

"Buck."

He looked up at Hen. She was wearing a kind smile and that was enough to completely undo him. A single tear slid down his cheek and he reached up a hand to stop it, but Hen wouldn't allow it. "I need to wrap these first." Her eyes and smile were all compassion. After two weeks in a foreign world with no friends on board it was a balm to Buck's soul. He kept his head bowed as she cleaned and wrapped, let the tears fall silently, unchecked. When she was done, she reached out a hand and clasped his shoulder. "The sailors are used to losing people and because you’re greener than most, they're expecting you to die. They don’t want to get close to someone they’re gonna lose. But if you stay alive they'll warm up eventually, don't fret it."

"Then.. why are you...?"

Hen snorted. "I walk to the beat of my own drum on this ship, Buck. Always have. And I've decided I like you, dumbass hand damage and all."

Buck sniffed. "Thanks."

Hen nodded. "Go to the captain and tell him that I've ordered light duty for you--no using your hands except to carry light objects. Errands only for you for the next two weeks."

"But Captain Nash said--if I'm not useful--"

Hen chuckled. "His bark is bigger than his bite. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's taken a liking to you too."

***

"Buckley."

"Uh, Captain. I... Hen, the doctor--" Buck choked off with a derisive snort at himself. Did I really just stop to explain to the captain who his doctor is? "Uh, she said I should tell you that I'm..." He held up his bandaged hands. "Light duty. Errands."

Captain Nash's face clouded and his brow furrowed as he took in the state of Buck's hands.

"But I swear, I'll be useful, I don't--please, don't throw me off the ship--"

"Buckley." One firm word and Buck silenced. "You'll rest today, and starting tomorrow you'll work as an errand boy around the ship. Messages, parcels, meals for sick crew. And anything Hen or I asks you to do, you do without question."

"I--yes. Yes, sir. Captain."

Nash looked up at him, his eyes showing the smallest glint of kindness. "A teacher's hands are his life's blood, Buckley. See to it you take care of them." Nash turned to gaze out the window of his office and sighed. "If you're very lucky, you'll need them sooner than you think."

Buck's pulse heightened. "Are we near Commodore Douglas's ship, sir?"

Captain Nash sighed. "Not as close as I’d like to be." He turned back to Buck. "Dismissed."

Buck nodded and left for his hammock.

Chapter 3

The next day he showed up bright and early at Captain Nash's office only to be sent down to Hen. Hen took one look at him and started loading a crate with various medicines and infusions, talking rapidly. For each bottle, Hen explained what it was, who it was for and why. Buck paid careful attention so he could keep up. Rote memorization and processes? He was back in his comfort zone.

"...garlic and chamomile for Wes, he ate something at port that we're still trying to get out of him. Then cat's claw for Lea, her knuckles are hurting her again. And that's all." Hen hesitated, thinking for a moment. Then she mumbled something under her breath before grabbing a few more vials. "Actually, got a few more. These are to be dropped off outside Eddie's quarters." 

"Diaz? What are they for?"

"Eddie knows what to do with them." No further explanation came and Buck nodded at the dismissal and left, running around the ship to deliver the medicines to each ailing person. When he arrived at last outside Diaz's door, he paused, looking over the bottles. It made no sense to be bringing so much medicine to Diaz’s quarters. Buck had seen him just this morning, looking as healthy as ever, muscles rippling while he hauled canvas with the men. What is this for? Buck shook his head to clear the thoughts--no use risking his newfound equilibrium by prying. He hastily dropped the bottles outside Diaz's door, knocked and departed.

He followed this routine for the next week, deviating at times in the afternoon to run errands for the captain. But every morning started the same--Hen dropping several bottles and vials into a box for him to deliver around the ship and he running around as fast as he could to get it done quickly and efficiently. Each time, he would find himself hesitating outside Diaz's door, awash with curiosity at what the medicine could possibly be for. It wasn't hard to puzzle out the various vials, even though Hen hadn't identified them. Some were the same bottles he delivered elsewhere, others he recognized from his studies. Willow bark, cat's claw and ginger--pain relief.Chamomile, dried cherry, valerian, and peppermint--muscle relaxers. It was a mighty amount of herbs for the average aches of a day's work even as strenuous as the work Diaz did. 

So who is it for? Buck wondered again as he approached Diaz's door to drop off the bottles. He had just turned to leave when he heard a thump on the inside of the office followed by a yelp of pain.

Good God, that's a child. There's a child in there!

Horrible images came to the forefront of Buck's mind as he imagined why Diaz might be holding a child prisoner. A child who would require so much pain relief. His skin paled in horror and he dropped the box.

I need to help! But his hands were still tightly bandaged and the door was latched shut from the inside. Buck thumped against it with his shoulders to no avail. The sturdy wood would not give.

If only I could unlatch it from the outside... Then he had an idea. He picked up one of the envelopes he was delivering for Captain Nash. It was thin but strong. Carefully, he eased it between the door and the latch, pressing the envelope between his bandaged hands to keep his grip. 

With a click the latch came free and the door swung open.

Buck braced himself for what he might see and ventured inside, closing the door behind him.The room looked like the captain's, if smaller and simpler. Diaz's bed was neatly made, and soaked in sun from the window. His desk was neat and cleared off. The room was empty.

But I heard a child, I know I did!

Buck started looking around, when he heard a whimper of pain from the direction of the desk. Quickly he hastened over and pulled out the desk chair.

There, curled in the desk well and looking nothing like the skinny, dirty, or abused waif Buck had expected, lay a child. He looked clean and healthy, if in pain. He regarded Buck with large terrified eyes, his hair clean and curling every which way.

He was adorable. And as sure as grass was green, he was Diaz's own child.

So what is he doing hidden away in here?

The child whimpered again, obviously still in pain and Buck lurched away, back toward the bottles and vials he'd brought from Hen. "Here, let me help you, Hen sent me with a bunch of..." He fumbled with the bottles, pulling out the chamomile and the willow bark. "Here, this should help." The child shied away from him, curling deeper into the desk well with awkward jerky movements that only seemed to hurt him more.

"Oh God, please let me help, here, let me..." Buck backed up far away to give the child room and then gently pushed the vials at him. "Here. They're directly from Hen, don't worry. I haven't opened them or anything. See?" The child looked between Buck and the bottles, but didn't say anything.

"And--here, I'm leaving okay? Nothing to be afraid of, I'll leave you so you can climb out of that desk. It looks--God, you look like you're hurting so badly, is there anything I can do to help?"

The child still didn't respond, only regarded Buck with the same terrified eyes and Buck took it as his cue. He hastened to his feet and hurried to the door, away from the room. He was about to step out when he heard the child gasp and whimper again. He froze. 

The child won't let me near him, but I can't leave him like that. 

Diaz! Diaz can help him!

"I'm going to go and get your father, okay?" Buck took another step toward the door.

"Don't!" A small plaintive voice called, and Buck paused again.

"I can't just leave you like this... Wait, did your father do this to you??"

"No, no!" came the small cry. "He's the best papa ever. And..." the child paused then continued in a stronger voice. "He'll kill you if he finds out you know about me."

Buck's body froze in place. "Surely not--" The child cried out again, and Buck hastened back to the desk. The child was panting now, but still wouldn't move. "Oh, for the love of God, please let me help you!"

"Can't... don't... trust... you." Christopher panted in between pained gasps.

"Oh God, please--" Buck's voice broke and he felt himself start to cry. "I can't--you're hurting. You... I was a schoolteacher before I got onto this ship, I love kids, I swear I just want to help, please!" He reached out his bandaged hands toward the child. "Look, see? I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to! I--I swear I won't tell anyone about you on this ship, I'll never speak to you again. Just let me help you settle yourself more comfortably, you need to take some herbs for the pain..." He was blubbering now, his view of the child obscured by tears. He tensed as he felt small hands grasp around his bandaged hands.

"Please help." The boy whimpered.

He sobbed in relief and crooked his wrapped hands so they became large hooks to grip the child and carefully, oh so carefully pulled him out of the desk well. By this time he heard the child begin to cry as well, still on the floor. Buck quickly swiped his eyes with his threadbare sleeve to clear them. "There now, that's a bit better, I'm sure. Let's get you settled into the bed and I'll mix some medicine with water to relieve the pain.”

Buck carefully lifted the child, who whimpered at being jostled. Carefully he laid the boy on Diaz's neatly made bed and hastened back to the bottles and vials, pulling corks out with his teeth and pouring a the various powders into a tin cup. He filled the cup the rest of the way with water from a pitcher on the small wash stand and stirred it to mix before offering the cup to the child.

But the boy only shook his head, crying more."Don't want it. It tastes h-horrible." The child's big eyes were red from crying and Buck's heart broke.

"Oh, shh, there there. Yeah, I won't lie to you, it’s going to taste pretty bad. But once you drink it, you'll stop hurting so much and then you can relax and sleep or play." Buck clumsily rested a wrapped hand in the child's hair.  "How's that sound?"

Still the child shook his head.

"Okay, how about this?" Buck took a theatrical sniff and wrinkled his nose. "I'll drink some and then you have to drink the rest, okay?" None of the ingredients were harmful to someone who wasn't in pain. "Deal?"

The boy looked at him, surprised. “Really?” Buck nodded and the boy sighed. "Deal."

Buck grinned, then made a big show of sniffing the contents of the glass. "Ohh blurggh," he shuddered theatrically, and heard the slightest huff from the bed. "Oh boy, here we go." He took a sip then screwed up his face and shook it rapidly back and forth like a dog. "Heaven and earth, but that's awful!" The child giggled and Buck continued with his performance, making gagging noises and funny faces. "You must be the strongest kid I know to drink this every day."

"That's what Papa says, too." The boy smiled.

"Well, he's right. I don't think I can handle any more." Buck made one more funny face and the boy laughed again. "Okay, you ready? I'll count to five, and then you drink it all as fast as you can, okay?"

The child hesitated. "How much is five?"

Buck turned to him, eyes wide. "You don't know...?" Then he paused. No use making the boy feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. Besides, this was Buck's specialty. "Five is a number, you'll see. I'm going to count a few numbers, and when I say five you drink that down as quickly as you can so you barely taste it, okay?"

The boy nodded. "Okay." 

"One, two, three, four... five, go!"

With Buck's clumsy assistance, the child drank down the mixture, screwing up his face just like Buck did. "Urgh."

Buck laughed. "I think you made a funnier face than I did." The boy reminded Buck of his own students. He missed children, their bright-eyed optimism, their enthusiasm for exploring the world around them. "I hope I don't die for meeting you, kid. You're just about the nicest person on this entire ship."

The child smiled. "Christopher."

Buck returned his grin and held out a bandaged hand. "Nice to meet you Christopher. I'm Buck." Christopher reached out in jerky movements and shook Buck's hand, both of them giggling at how clumsy the exchange was.

"I hope you don't die either, Buck." It seemed that the medicine was starting to work. Christopher was relaxing and his smile wasn't edged with quite so much pain anymore.

"In that case, I should probably run before your father finds me. those big strong hands of his would tear me in half like paper." Buck stood, patting Christopher on the head once more before turning away.

"...Buck?"

"Hm?" He turned back. The boy was starting to fall asleep. 

"Can... Can you come back and visit me again?"

What a terrible idea. "Of course, Christopher." Buck rummaged up a brave smile. "I'd love to see you again." An idea occurred to him suddenly and he straightened his shoulders. "I'll even teach you how to count to five all by yourself if you want?"

The boy's tired eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes please..." His eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep.

Buck smiled, feeling warmed for the first time in weeks. Carefully he gathered the scattered items for the rest of his errands and slipped from the room, latching it behind him.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Nick..

Nick Diaz x reader 23 he already has a ring on it

*not my gif*

Nick was sore and covered in bruises, after his fight last night he couldn't even put his own hoodie on, couldn't walk. Now it's the next morning, I sat in bed looking over his bruised face, I kiss his cheek softly not to wake him up. I go into Cleo our 6 month old room but not finding her, I move to the guest room where Nate is staying for the night. "you had me worried" I said seeing him holding her sleeping in the bed "i know you were busy with nick so I thought i'd help" 'thank you...Your brothers not okay he can barley walk his eye is so big he can't see out of it" I said "I know it's the worst I've seen him" he said then I heard a crush from our room "shit" I hopped up and went in the room all the stuff from his nightstand on the floor, his one hand on his ribs the other on the nightstand. "are you okay?" I cupped his face "yeah i'm sorry I made a mess...I just had to go to the bathroom" "it's okay,my love...i'll help you. How bad is your ribs?" he shrugged "I don't know but it hurts" I lifted his hoodie a bit all black blue and purple "you want a ice bath?" "no i'm okay right now".

I helped him onto the couch "where my babygirl?" he asked and smiled "with Nate he said he'll be out in a minute" he nodded "i'll make you some food okay?" "thank you!" "yeah honey" I pecked his lips. "there's my baby" Nick said as I come out with two plates Nate was giving Nick Cleo. "here's a bottle" I handed him a bottle "thanks" he smiled down at Cleo. I was cleaning up from breakfast when Nick came hobbling in "Dana just called" he said "was he check up at ya?" I wiped my hands on a cloth "no for another fight" I laughed "you told him no yeah?" "No I told he yeah fight in three months "your joking right?" "no i'll start training in a week" "no Nick call him and say no" "Y/n it's my job i can't tell him no!" his voice started getting louder "you can't do anything by yourself, we talked about it last night that you were going to take a break" "you don't have a job! if I don't have a fight I don't make money!" "Your going to hurt yourself!" "that's the POINT Y/N! WE BARLEY GETTING BY! WE LIVE IN A SHIT HOLE! YOU THINK I HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE!" He yelled "don't talk to me like" I whispered "YOU"RE FUCKING PUSHING ME TO" , I walked out of the kitchen "i'll be back in a bit" I whispered to Nate taking Cleo "Y/n' he replied "i'm fine I just have to do stuff" I grabbed mine and her bag before leaving the house.

| 3rd Person POV |

Nate jumped up from the couch going into the kitchen "what the fuck was that?" he asked giving his brother a dumbfound look "I don't know" he shrugged "you can't talk to her like that! She would never even dream of doing that to you! She's your Wife and has known you since you were 16. she doesn't want anything to happen to you..She had to clean blood off your face last night,you couldn't even take a piss without her help. Your hurt and not ready to fight" "I know," Nick felt terrible about yelling at you like that, seeing the little bit of water in your eye's when you left crushed him "but this isn't the life I wanted to give them" "she doesn't care this life is doing her good, she spent a lot of time making this 'shit hole' your home, you just said she pushes you to yell at her! How?" "okay I get it will you walk me to my room?".

You didn't go far, just to the store had to pick up food and other stuff. You grabbed your phone out of your bag and texted Nate.

Y: Do you guys need anything?

N: wya

Y: store

N: No were good. thanks for asking

Y: k I'll be home soon.

"see look she's still asking about you" Nate threw Nick his phone.

| Y/n's POV |

I walked in the door with sleeping Cleo and her bag, "want to help me with the bags in the car" I asked Nate "I got it go put her down". I laid her in her crib and quietly closed the door. I walked into our room Nick sat on the bed with his bong in his lap, I got in bed on my side "I'm sorry..," he said moving his bong to the nightstand " I just wanted to give you more than this..take care of you the way you took care of me in highschool paid for my training.. Take you places, a big house..I wanted to give you everything and anything you ever wanted, I want to pay you back everything you gave me" he looked to his fingers in he lap "I have everything I want," he looked over to me, I placed my hand on his arm "I have you, your the best husband anyone could ask for. A beautiful daughter. A roof good food in the fridge..I feel safe.. that's what I have and this is all I ever wanted you have given me all that" I cupped the side of his face which he lean into "love you" i added "love you too" I pecked his lips