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auradon-bore-a-don · 9 months

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See Me

Prompt: Sightless (@augustwritingchallenge)

Summary: Ever since Uma escaped Cotillion, Harry has waited for her in their favorite spot. But as months go by, Harry is starting to wonder why she hasn't shown yet.

Word Count: 1,983

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Pairing: Harry Hook x Uma (Huma)

Warnings: Angst

Ao3 Link: Here

EDIT: Sorry! Didn't realize I forgot to add a Keep Reading/Read More break. It's added now!

Harry kicked another rock with his boot, the sounds of the ocean assaulting his ears. The Isle of the Lost was always quietest in the early morning hours. Before the sun had started to rise and the stars were still shining. It wasn't unusual for Harry to be found roaming the beach. Though, he hardly expected anyone to happen upon him here, in one of the most secluded parts of the Isle.

Like most nights, Harry found himself walking along the edge of the barrier. Most areas of the Isle were separated from the barrier by the ocean. Unless you knew where to look. It was at one of these spots that he and Uma had always liked to visit. They would sit, long after the Fish and Chip shop closed, talking about anything and everything. No parents telling them what to do and no royals across the way to tell them who to be. Coming across another rock, Harry picked it up, weighing it in his hands. He turned towards the ocean and tossed it after deeming it worthy. As he watched the rock skip across the water, he couldn't help but think about Uma.

Uma had been living outside the barrier for what felt like an eternity, not only for those in Auradon but for every one of her crew. The last any of them had seen of her was the Cotillion broadcast. Uma escaped into the ocean after turning into a giant half-octopus and fighting Mal. But that was months ago, ever since they had heard no news about their beloved captain. Everyone on the crew of the Lost Revenge had felt the absence of Uma, but none as much as Harry.

No one would admit it out loud, but Harry had changed since Uma left. He still had to keep up appearances - couldn't let anyone on the Isle know how much Uma's absence affected them. The last thing they needed was anyone assuming they were getting soft and trying to take over their turf. Harry couldn't allow that. He would do everything he could to ensure everything was exactly as Uma had left it. Though, for the most part, Harry was going through the motions. He didn't take as much joy in the things he used to. Stealing from people, practicing his swordsmanship, none of it was the same without Uma by his side.

If he were being honest with himself, it was those moments he missed the most. Sitting and making revenge plans, talking about what they would do once they could escape the Isle, even sitting and holding each other while they looked out on the open waters. It didn't matter; Harry missed them all. When he first started his almost nightly routine, Harry had spent hours waiting for Uma to appear. He knew she was on the run from the royal guard, everyone on high alert, but it still hurt when he hadn't seen any sign of her.

He would never admit it out loud, but a part of him was losing hope of seeing her again. Though he meant well, Gil had started bringing up the possibility of Uma not coming back for them. Harry had immediately kicked him out of the Chip Shop, but even that didn't feel the same. Harry had a duty to himself, the crew, and especially Uma. As first mate, he couldn't let doubt enter their minds; Uma would be back for them. He knew it in his heart. There was no way she would ever abandon him, any of them.

Harry picked up another rock and rolled it in his hand. He let out an angry shout as he threw it. The rock soared through the air this time instead of skipping across the surface. For a second, Harry had thought it wasn't going to stop. The stone stopped midair before falling straight down into the murky water below. Harry cursed under his breath, grabbing any rock he could find; throwing them rapidly. Each met the same fate, dropping at the invisible barrier and sinking into the water below.

Running out of rocks and still in a blind rage, Harry threw the only other thing he could get his hands on. The large metal hook went lower than the rocks had. Harry watched as it rotated in the air before hitting the barrier and dropping into the water. Blinking back into focus, Harry's eye's widened at the realization of what he had done. He rushed towards the barrier. Dropping to his knees, Harry frantically searched the water for his hook. The water was still dark, and Harry couldn't see it anywhere. The rocks beneath the surface scratched and pricked at his hands, but he paid them no mind. Harry's sole focus was on his hook.

On the other side of the barrier, Uma watched as Harry searched for his beloved hook. She floated just past the barrier, only her head resting above the surface. Uma took in every one of his features; almost as if she looked away, she would forget his face. The months out at sea, hiding from the watchful eyes of Mal and the royal guard, hadn't been easy for her. She couldn't stay in one place for too long. Being a giant half-octopus made you an easy target for anyone, even if you weren't Auradon's most wanted. She never went to the surface during the day; too many eyes were watching. She preferred the darkness of the night so she could cover her movements. She slept during the day, well, as much as she could. Auradon had the Atlanteans on high alert, so she couldn't be sure anywhere was safe. When she wasn't running, Uma circled the barrier, looking for any weak points. A small opening, a crack, anything she could use to break her crew and the VKs out of the Isle.

Three Months Ago

She knew coming here, to her and Harry's secret spot, was risky, but she couldn't help herself. Being out at sea, away from Harry, away from her crew, was taking a toll on Uma. Not long after she escaped the Cotillion, Uma found herself watching the beach. It was a week before she saw him. She felt lighter like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Uma let herself relax for the first time in a week. He was there, only a few feet in front of her. Excitedly, she swam up to the barrier, pressing her hands against the exterior.

"Harry!" She called, a large smile breaking out on her face. "Harry!"

Uma continued to call as she watched Harry walk along the beach to a large rock. He climbed onto it and sat, looking out onto the water. At first, Uma thought he hadn't seen her yet, so she rose higher out of the water and called his name louder. When that didn't work, she started banging her fists against the barrier. She called out his name until her voice was sore and her hands ached, but nothing could make Harry look at her. Nothing could make him see her.

Uma collapsed against the barrier and let her body slide into the water as tears ran down her cheeks. She stayed there until her body exhausted itself. When the sun started to peak in the sky, Uma backed away from the barrier. Harry had left hours ago, and once the sadness had subdued, Uma let her anger take over. With a final look at the shore, Uma let herself sink under the water.

Present Day

Uma had returned to the shore every night after that, and every night was the same thing. She would call out, pound on the barrier, she even tried to use her powers, but nothing made Harry see her. Uma watched, day by day, as Harry started to become disheartened. She watched as his clothes became darker. The chains around his waist increased tenfold. And although he never came close enough for her to see him clearly, she could tell his eyeliner was thicker and messier.

At least, he hadn't until now. With him this close, mere inches from the barrier, Uma could see him fully for the first time in what felt like forever. His hair was messier than usual and longer too. Uma wondered how long it'd been since he last went to Curl Up & Dye for a trim. Uma rested her hand against the barrier, willing him to look up and see her. She knew it was pointless, but that didn't stop her.

While on the run, she managed to get close enough to Auradon to hear the whispers. Once, she had snuck up on land, returned to her human form, and spied on the royal guards. Uma found it ironic that the guards, charged with protecting the kingdom, had her right under their noses. Hidden in a small cave beneath their patrol path, Uma learned why Harry couldn't see her. Once Uma escaped and the chaos of Cotillion died down, Fairy Godmother edited the barrier spell. To help the Auradonians feel safer, she made the barrier clouded from the outside. Isle residents could still see out, but only people entering through the bridge could be seen. This way, if Uma decided to return to the Isle, she wouldn't be able to hide.

On the other side, Harry had slunk down in defeat. His hook nowhere in sight. The shallow waters lapped at his folded legs, unnoticed by the pirate. He let out a loud sign, his hands rubbing his face before resting limply at his sides. Uma wanted to wipe the smeared eyeliner off his face. Instead, she sank beneath the water. Uma let her eyes adjust to the pitch-black before scouring the edge of the barrier for the hook. She saw it glinting, resting against the barrier's base where the rocky shore met water. Uma twirled her hands in the water, grateful that her powers had grown stronger during her isolation. While magic didn't work inside the barrier, Uma found that the ocean's waters were unencumbered by the barrier. So, she used her magic and forcefully pushed against the water below the hook. Slowly, the water moved inside the barrier allowing the hook to shift upward. Uma followed the hook, keeping enough pressure beneath it to raise it onto the sand next to Harry.

Peaking her head above the surface, Uma watched as it bobbed in the water. It slowly made its way close enough to tap Harry on the side of his leg. When the pirate in question felt something hit his leg, he turned his head. Eyes widening, Harry snatched the hook from the shore, cradling it to his chest. He sighed in relief, wrapping his fingers around the hilt. Harry looked out into the water again, a feeling of calm washing over him. It wasn't enough for him to relax, but it helped.

Uma smiled at the relaxed look on his face, glad to be able to give some source of comfort to her first mate. She watched him for a little longer. When the sun lit up the sky she knew it was time to go. She rested her hand against the barrier again, aligning it with Harry's chest, then sank back into the water.

The sun was coming up over the horizon. When the water lapping at his legs started giving him a chill, Harry knew he had to return to the ship. He could have sworn he had lost his hook, he had searched everywhere, but here it was. It floated to him as if by magic, but magic didn't work on the Isle, not even when the barrier opened to let people in and out, only if you were outside the barrier.

"It couldn't be," he thought. "The only person who could do that would be…"

"Uma?"

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crincher · 8 months

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“How can you say that?”

Sara’s stomach drops as she watches the blush drain from Ava’s cheeks, leaving her face paler than Sara has ever seen it. Ava’s fingers slip out of her hand.

“But I thought…” Sara scrambles for words. Her hand lies uselessly on the table, grasping at nothing now. “I thought because of what you…”

Ava doesn’t let her finish. “Because of what I am?” she spits out. “I have a soulmate – just like everybody else!”

An avalance soulmate AU for AUgust day 1 prompt: sightless

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stuckwiththesnakeboi · 9 months

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Day 2 of AU-gust: Immortals AU

This doubles as a good omens au (with Janus as Crowley and Patton as Aziraphale)

#au gust 2023 #au gust #tss #sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #tss fanart #immortals au #good omens au #janus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders fanart #patton sanders fanart #moceit

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fineprintedsunsets · 9 months

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 | 𝖇. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘

Master-List Link | "Dead Ringer" Mini-Series

Synopsis: You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

Word Count: 1.6k

!Trigger Warnings! - talk of corpses. au. sad smut. apocalyptic settings. mentions of grief/loss. Please Read With Caution. This is heavy content, it describes the feeling of loneliness and desperation: feeling trapped in a situation you cannot control.

ring·er a person or thing that looks exactly like another.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Panic Room - AU/RA

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

You both were safe for now, stationed in a bunker far away from New York. It was your first attempt at rest in months. Bucky places his gun down, switching on the light. Dust specks illuminate through a beam of artificial light, a decayed smell hugging your nostrils.

“I'm just like them, you know, dead.”

Bucky finds a place on the floor, his back propped up against a metal wall. “Physically?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Mentally”

You take off your jacket, empty shotgun shells fall from your pocket, hitting the dust-coated floor. “We are all dead ringers to zombies here, whether that’s inside or out.” Your footsteps echo as you join Bucky at the far end of the bunker, a shadow from a looming shelf coating your body.

“What if we could have saved them, before the accident?”

Your eyes widen at Bucky’s words, having not wanted to remember what had happened that day.

What you both realized was, The accident hadn’t been an accident.

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New York City, 2012

It was too late. You watched life die out of his eyes, every memory, every hope, every joyous event that had ever taken place had just imploded inside Bucky’s mind. You were both two super soldiers sent to the apocalyptic ruins of New York, in hopes to rescue any survivors.

Except there wasn’t any. All of them were grinded down to the bone, their white eyes sunken into their skulls, rotting organs beating on the outside of rib cages instead of internally flowing blood through their bodies.

They were all gone.

Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The outbreak had been caused by an internal source, someone who had eyes and ears inside and out. They had to be one of you, working against their own kind. Cacyusllim is a man-made element, made to enhance the power of supernatural beings. Whoever had found the correct compounds and made the element in the first place was already a profound phenomenon. This time, they got greedy.

Taking Cacyusllim is the equivalent of swallowing a violent fire, filled with pain and misery, and the horrific smell of death. Imagine that but inside your stomach. Eating at your organs, breaking down blood cells, rotting you from the inside out. Only to rebuild you over again.

But, what if the rebuilding never came? What if you ingested the liquid form of the element, let your body rot, and waited for the fire to cease, only for it to never come? No human could withstand the fiery vengeance of the toxin, but a super soldier?

A super soldier’s power would be enhanced. Along with the pain, the traumatic memories, and the suffering. Every single compound made from your body would triple the amount you feel now.

It’s the same with the rotting.

A super soldier can fight battles, externally. But internally?

Internally, they don’t stand a chance. You can not fight your own organs.

It’s what happened to all of the deceased soldiers laying on the ground in front of you, and the breathing ones who pound at the barricaded door. The rotting overcomes every other element, reducing you to all but one thing.

A walking corpse.

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A shiver courses your spine as you're removed from your memories, Bucky’s voice filling the void. “I just wish..” You wanted to steer the conversation away, not being able to bear the memory of seeing friends and loved ones rotting corpses. His lips part when your hand comes up, resting it on his thigh.

An attempt at comfort, but also a distraction.

Your eyes stray to your fingers, rubbing a gentle circle. “What are you doing..” Bucky’s voice is hoarse, his eyes dilated. Your fingers graze his cheek, looking into his sunken sockets.

Your arms come out awkwardly at your sides, requesting Bucky to come closer. He stares before your tone echos, “Come here, Buck.”

He hesitates, but the soldier's desires outway his patience. You course him into your arms, feeling the weight of his body press into yours. You rest your chin on the top of his head, his lips grazing your throat. You both feel safe in that moment, for the first time in months.

In each other's arms.

Your fingers weave their way through his overgrown hair, messing with the brown strands, twirling them around your bruised fingers. Bucky looks up at you, feeling your gentleness, and your eyes lock as time begins to slow.

A quick dart down to his lips has Bucky pulling away, snapping out of the trance.

“No. I won't go there with you.”

You shrug, a faux amused look pillaging your features, “We’ve been to worse places.” You pull his face back to you, trying hard not to gasp as you focus on his eyes, the wetness of his cheeks.

Bucky grabs your wrist, stopping your movements, placing a small kiss on the inside flesh, “We can’t do this, doll. I won't use you like everyone else.” A single tear slides from his eye ducts, a faux smile painted on Bucky’s worn features. Your free hand comes up to cup his cheek. Before Bucky can protest, you swing around, your shadow following as you straddle his lap.

A broken smile, “Forget with me, just this once.”

Despite Bucky’s protest, you can feel him grow hard in his restaurants, his tip pressing into your wet folds. “We can’t..” Ignoring his pleas, you reach for his zipper, and Bucky’s protest halt, his breath growing heavy.

You release him from his pants, his cock hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“It will all be here when we come down.” Bucky hesitates as your hand finds his cock, pumping him once. Although his words attract the opposite, his fingers help your pants down, throwing them beside you, landing somewhere in the filthy bunker.

You move your panties aside, ready to accommodate him. You both needed to forget the world around you, even if that meant using each other. It’s what this cruel world made of you both.

Monsters.

“Forget.” You whisper against his ear, your fingers caressing his spine.

Tears slide down his face, landing in his beard and dropping on the concrete floor. Bucky’s words are broken as he replies, looking somewhat distant.

“Okay.” And he pushes into you, pulling you down onto his cock. The stretch is uncomfortable but the feeling of being filled, the feeling of memories slipping into the wind, being shot down by bullets and staying in the rotting rib cages of forgotten people was harmonious.

It was the feeling of forgetting.

He lets you adjust to him, placing a rushed ‘sorry’ kiss against your neck, his fingers roaming your body, playing with your curves. The anticipation builds inside of you as you begin to rock gently, feeling the way Bucky’s cock is a perfect fit inside you.

“Move with me,” Bucky whispers against your throat, his face damp with tears. His fingers grab onto your hips, as he guides his first thrust. You move up, as he thrust back in, making you yelp. Bucky groans, closing his eyes as your face finds the crook of his shoulder, the top of your head against the curved wall.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He bucks again, as you match your pace with his own, feeling pleasure shoot through your body.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky sobs as he continues to use your cunt, both driving pleasure from each other. The sounds of skin-on-skin echo throughout, the ill-suited noise of arousal mixing with arousal.

You bring a finger up to his lips, coursing his mouth closed, forcing your eyes to meet his own. “Shh-”

“Don’t be sorry, I want this.” You moan as his thrust turns sporadic, his fingers piercing your skin, his cock pounding into your cunt. Bucky taking all his anger out on your body, and you the same, using his cock to give you pleasure. A type of emotion you haven’t felt since the beginning of the end.

“Do you?”

Your arms cup the back of his neck, as you sit up from his neck, allowing your hair to frame his face. You smile, laughing a little, feeling your orgasm start to crest. “Even if I didn’t, it doesn't matter.”

Bucky groans, his lips kissing at your throat, your breaths colliding, tangling yourselves in each other's warmth. You both sit there for a while, moving, sliding his cock in and out of you, while he places harsh kisses against your throat.

Bucky’s voice breaks the silence, “Of course, it matters.” His breaths pan out, as his metal fingers come up, running the back of them against your cheek.

“Nothing matters now, not when our days are so clearly numbered. It’s you and me, we knew that the moment we came here.” You reply, trying your best to reassure him.

Bucky’s cock is punishing now, pounding into your pussy with the strength of a super soldier. You cup each other's cheeks, melting into your embraces. Your body moves on its own now, riding his cock, your wet folds gripping, milking his every thrust.

“The beginning of the end,” Bucky whispers, you can tell by his eyes, he’s reminiscing on the beginning, the day you both agreed to come here, to save people who were already too far gone.

A weak smile brightens your cheek, a sad attempt at reassurance. “At least it will end with us.” You moan, feeling his cock twitch inside of you, hinting at his release.

Your pussy grips his dick, the waves of pleasure knocking at your door, trying to force its way in. You slow, letting Bucky move on his own, finding his own pattern as the tide rips open the door, hitting you with waves of mind-blowing pleasure.

You finish, your cunt clamping down on him as Bucky speeds his pace, grunting every time he fucks into you. You manage to get out words, words you’d never thought you’d say,

“Together, Buck.”

“Till the end of the line.”

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cupcakesandteawrites · 9 months

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Steve couldn’t quite remember if it was the second or third concussion when he started to lose his sight he just remembers things got harder to read, things became blurred and he had to hold things closer to his face in order to see them better. It wasn’t until he had to stop driving outside of daylight hours that he finally relented.

That and Robin shouting at him.

"Steven James Harrington you can't see! I've had to correct 3 errors in the last hour that you made on the system! You need to get them tested." Robin implored.

“Fine, I’ll call them and set up an appointment for as soon as possible ok” he grumbled in reply.

He knew he needed to get his eyes looked at but with that and his failing hearing and therefore a need for hearing aids he was just very self conscious over them. What if he needed really big glasses? How would he look with those on? He couldn’t really express this to Robin who would just call him vain and that he put too much stock in how others saw him.

A few days later his fears were confirmed. He needed glasses. No surprises there. He just had to find some frames he liked and then wait for them to be done.

“Can I help you or are you ok choosing your own frames today?” a voice asked and oh, wasn’t that voice just lovely. Smooth but had something playful behind it. Steve looked in the direction of the voice but the person was standing too far away for him to make out much beyond his height, build and the fact he had long hair.

“Yeah, I’d like some help please” Steve replied, he would have been fine without the help but he really wanted to keep this stranger around longer. “Let’s start with a budget shall we. Are we getting from the cheapest range or something more expensive?” The person asked. “Less than $200 ideally.” “Ok we can certainly work with that, hmmm let's have a look.”

The guy passed Steve a set of frames and Steve put them on. They were thick framed and black.

“What do you think? I can’t see myself that well” Steve laughed as he turned back from the mirror looking at the assistant.

“I think they cover too much of your face” The guy declared, holding his hand out for Steve to hand them back to him.

“Some would say that's a good thing.” Steve joked. “Then send them our way” The guy chucked, handing Steve another set.

“How about these?” Steve asked. “They don’t quite show your eyes off, try these ones, i think these will be just right” The assistant said handing him a third pair.

“Fuck” Steve heard whispered as he put the latest frames on. “I’m guessing by your reaction these are a hit” Steve winked. “Oh sweetheart you have no idea how good you look in them” The assistant basically purred.

“Guess I'll take them then” Steve shrugged, at least he was told he looked good in them.

“Let's go and get you all checked out then.” The guy said, touching Steve's arm lightly to indicate that he should follow. “Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

“You could give me your name, number and let me take you on a date?” Steve asked, shooting his shot.

“Hold on to that thought big boy, let's see if you feel the same when you can see me properly The names Eddie though, I always forget to tell people that” The guy laughed.

4 days later and Steve's phone was ringing.

“Steve speaking” he answered

“Hey, Stevie, it's Eddie. Your glasses are finally ready.” Eddie replied. “Great, I'll come and pick them up later then.”

A few hours later Steve was trying on his new glasses with his prescription in. “Oh shit, I really was blind!” Steve gasped as he could finally see properly. He looked over and saw Eddie was standing a little away from him looking at him but holding his hair in front of his face. “Still think I look good in them?” Steve asked. “Yeah, yeah really good,” Eddie replied quietly. “Let's get you pick up paperwork all signed and you can head off”

“Can I get your number and take you on a date now?” Steve asked, following Eddie to the desk.

“You’re ridiculous Stevie” Eddie laughed. “I’ll see you at home, yeah?”

“See you later baby, love you” Steve whispered leaning forward and kissing Eddie lightly before walking off.

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fang-and-feather · 8 months

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Ikemen Vampire - Shakespeare/Vincent/Reader - Magic AU/Magical Reader

Prompt(s): AU of your choice from Year of the OTP August by @yearoftheotpevent and Reconnection AU by @augustwritingchallenge

Summary: Meeting you again was a coincidence and Will was willing to walk away, for your sake. You and Vincen had other plans, though.

I think this is one of the polyam ships that I wrote that makes the most canonical sense...

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William Shakespeare’s love story could easily be one of his plays. At least, this last time, someone had a happy ending.

He hoped so. He wanted to believe that you and Vincent had returned to each other despite his attempts at breaking you apart.

Will told himself his actions were just for the sake of seeking inspiration. Looking back at it, he had been jealous. Of both of you. The friend he refused to acknowledge his love for was more than a platonic bond, and the woman he feared his growing feelings for, even before someone put a name to them. Jealous of the bond you shared, afraid of the feelings awakening in him, afraid to be left behind.

In the end he was left, more than a century behind. And it was for the best. For you and Vincent, who were safe and happy, and maybe for him, since the tragedy fueled his work. There were three of you. Someone would be left to suffer, no matter how the story had unfolded.

Even when his time caught up, Will didn’t plan to meet you again. Fate had other ideas, though. Will never thought he would see you by accident, in Paris of all places. What were you two doing back there? Hadn’t you gone back to your home country?

But the sight that caught his attention on the other side of that cafe’s window wasn’t a figment of his imagination, the illusion of a lonely heart’s desire.

The two of you looked so happy together as he expected, but Will couldn’t help but feel bittersweet about it. The flames of jealousy still burned in his chest at the sight of the happiness he could never have, and that was why he had to stay away.

Determined to leave before any of you noticed him, Will turned around but he hadn’t taken three steps when an energy like a whirlwind surrounded him, making him stop in his tracks. It was human magic, not strong enough to deter him, a vampire if he wanted to fight it. But it was also your magic. He would recognize that enticing signature scent anywhere, and that was what made him actually stop.

Will sighed when he heard you leave the shop, and the power surrounding him subsided. He still wanted to leave, but he couldn’t. Not in front of you.

“Why are you running away, Will?” You held his arm from behind, but he didn’t turn around.

You were speaking in a low voice, and Will noticed the attention you were getting from people walking by. Another reason to end this soon.

“After what I did to you, it is safer that our paths do not cross again. Return to his side and forget this meeting.” He gently extracted himself from your grasp, finally turning around to look at you. “Goodbye, my fair maiden. I will pray for your happiness. Although it may not be my place to, after my efforts to destroy that very happiness.” He kissed the back of your hand before attempting to let go.

But you only held his hand tighter, meeting his eyes with determination in your gaze.

“I have already forgiven you, Will. I know why you did that. In the end, having some time apart to think was the best for all of us, but it’s been too much time for you, hasn’t it?”

“You are too kind, my lady, but I don’t deserve such kindness. I cannot guarantee I won’t repeat the same mistakes. Right now I am torn between that wish for yours and Vincent’s happiness and the desire to steal one of you away.”

You only held his hand tighter and smiled, almost with a hint of laughter in it. He felt the wind around you shift, your powers wrapping, not around him, but an area around the two of you, right when Vincent stepped out to join you. The passersby also stopped paying attention to you. Were you hiding them? Why?

Vincent approached with his usual angelic smile, and standing by your side he took both yours and Will’s free hands.

“Why do you have to steal only one of us? We missed you. We came back to Paris to see you, and we were just talking about how we’d like to steal you ourselves when we met. Can we?”

“Vincent… You know a friendly reunion is not what I meant. I…”

“That’s not what we meant, either, Will.” You chuckled, oddly amused by such a serious situation. “We love you. Both of us. And we would like you to be our partner, if you want.”

Both of them? There was nothing that would make Will happier but…

“How can that be? Love shared by three people can end in nothing but tragedy.”

“Why? We love each other, and as long as we’re willing to make it work, why can’t we all be together?”

Seeming to notice Will was still trying to process what they were saying, Vincent took over before you said anything else.

“It is a lot to explain. I was confused when she told me, too. Would you at least listen to what we have to say, Will? If you still want us to go away afterwards, we will, but would you at least listen and think about it, please?”

You and Vincent looked at him with such hopeful eyes, Will found it hard to say no. But would he dare hope? Would he dare attempt to love someone again, especially when your idea of it sounded so unbelievable?

But the thought of returning to the life he’d been leading since losing you and one more look at these pleading eyes of the people he loved and Will knew his answer.

“Do you really want to risk spending time with me, no matter what my answer may be?” He still asked, hesitantly.

Both of you nodded without even taking the time to think. That was the final push he needed.

“Then I will listen.”

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you were my town (part 2)

Written for @augustwritingchallenge day 31: Two of the above (Reconnection and Ancient History) Buddie, 3.4k Part 1 Read on AO3

There wasn’t much that scared Eddie Diaz.

At work, on the job, watching the people he cared about in danger, he felt the fear, but he could always use it, move through it. He had a job to do, people to save, and the fear came second.

The fear always came second.

Except for a few key moments when the fear won.

The day Shannon told him she was pregnant.

The day they got Christopher’s diagnosis.

The day Ana was mistaken for Chris’s mother.

And then. Buck.

Eddie knew it was a mistake the moment the words left his lips. He watched Buck's heart break, and he knew he was the cause.

And then he watched Buck leave.

All because he was scared. Because he let the fear come first.

And then, worse than any of it, Buck left without telling anyone why. Even in his heartbreak, he kept it to himself, he protected the person who’d hurt him.

“Did Buck tell you what was going on with him?” Chim asked on their next shift together. “Maddie’s worried sick about him, he wouldn’t tell her anything.”

Eddie shook his head, bile rising in his throat.

What had he done?

One by one, they asked him about Buck. After Chim came Hen, and then Bobby, even Ravi asked what was up. They all assumed, even when Buck hadn’t spoken to any of them, that Eddie would know. That he was the first person Buck would turn to, would open up to if he was hurt.

How could he tell them he was the reason?

It felt like he was betraying them too, by not telling them. By sitting with them in the loft, in the engine, when he was hiding the fact that he was the reason the team was no longer whole, the reason they were all worried.

A week passed, then two. Buck kept in touch with Maddie, with Bobby, with Chris, with everyone except Eddie.

When he got home at the end of the third week, Carla gestured that Chris was in his room before she left. Eddie went to knock on his door, to let him know he was there, but he paused, hearing a familiar voice.

“—don’t know, bud. I’m just taking it a day at a time. I’m not sure how much longer I can stay here, but—how’s your project for English class coming along?”

Eddie stumbled back from the door as Chris answered Buck’s question. He went to the kitchen and took out a mug, but he didn’t make any other move to start making his coffee, because he’d grabbed one Buck had bought for him, with a picture of a beaver and the quote “I don’t give a dam.”

It was stupid to cry over a novelty mug, But Eddie dropped his head to the cool countertop, and he sobbed until he heard Chris’s door open. He ran the tap, splashed his face and hoped he wouldn’t look too much like he'd been crying by the time Chris reached the kitchen.

The two of them spent most of their Saturday morning sitting together, watching TV, but it didn’t feel like old times. It just felt like something was missing. When Chris asked if he could go hang out with a friend after lunch, Eddie agreed. He dropped Chris off, then returned home.

He took out his phone, and he called Frank, just like he should have done weeks ago, when he first started feeling that itch under his skin, the urge to push Buck away.

It was another week before he could fit Eddie in, and the days passed in a blur of people asking if he’d heard from Buck, then asking if he was okay when he said he hadn’t.

He spoke to Hen the day before his appointment, and asked if she could take Chris for a few hours.

"Eddie, what is it?"

"It's nothing, I just…" Eddie grimaced. "I have therapy. Buck usually takes Chris, but…"

The look Hen gave him made it clear she hadn't missed the way his voice wavered on Buck's name. She didn't acknowledge it beyond that, though, and Eddie was grateful.

"We'd love to have him for the day. Take all the time you need, alright?"

Eddie nodded. "Thanks, Hen.

And then the day came.

Eddie drove to the appointment with that now-familiar cocktail of guilt and nerves churning in his gut.

He stayed in the parking lot, staring at the front door, for long enough that he was almost late checking in.

He sat still under Frank’s keen stare.

The last time he’d sat here, Frank had helped him come to terms with his sexuality, and he’d begun to entertain the reality of his feelings for Buck. Sitting here now, he was keenly aware of his failure. He felt like a child coming home from school with a bad report card, like a dog who’d ripped open a pillow while his owners were away, and felt the acute force of disappointment.

“How are you doing today?” Frank asked.

Eddie shrugged, gave the sort of noncommittal half-answer he’s used to giving. Can’t complain, things could be worse, you know how it is.

Frank raised an eyebrow. “What made you call, then?”

Eddie sniffed, looking away with a jerky shrug.

Frank waited for an answer which wasn’t forthcoming. “Alright, then, let’s do it this way. Have you spoken to Buck since our last session?”

Eddie felt a sob threatening at his throat and he tried to swallow it back, resulting in a strangled sort of sound. He nodded. Frank waited.

And he waited.

And finally, Eddie felt the weight of the silence, and had to fill it.

“I told him. About… me. And how I felt for him. That I—”

Eddie’s voice was thick. He hadn’t spoken to anyone except Buck about any of this, since that first kiss. It hurt to say, but as he spoke, he felt lighter. He told Frank the facts of how they’d gotten together, how happy they had been, how patient Buck was with him about coming out, and how Eddie had thrown all of that away.

“Why did you end things?” Frank asked, once Eddie was done.

Eddie sighed, looking down at his feet. “I was scared.” Eddie knew that much, and it was surprisingly easy to admit.

“What scared you, specifically?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to Frank’s, brow furrowing. “I wasn’t ready to come out,” he explained again.

Frank looked at him, in that way of his which made Eddie feel like he was under a microscope. “Did Buck make you feel as though coming out was a requirement to being in a relationship?” he asked.

Slowly, Eddie shook his head, but his defenses raised themselves and he added, “He never said it, but I knew it hurt him to keep it a secret.”

“I see.”

Eddie chewed his lip, knowing Frank didn’t believe him, or that there was something else he wanted to hear, but Eddie... He couldn’t get there, he couldn’t access whatever it was which was underneath it all.

“Was Buck unhappy when you were together?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Were you unhappy?”

Eddie hesitated, then shook his head.

“Then, I ask again. Why did you end things? What were you afraid of?”

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t—”

“Just take a moment. Think about how you felt that day. When you made the decision. Where was that fear coming from?”

And Eddie wanted to make things right. He wanted Buck to come home.

He closed his eyes, and he forced himself to think about that day, about why he’d really broken things off. It had been eating away at him, every time someone asked what had Buck smiling and he got a little line between his eyebrows, everytime he shrugged, glanced at Eddie too quickly, and said he was just thinking of something cute Jee did. Every time they walked together, when Buck’s hand would brush against his and Eddie pulled away.

“I— It felt like I was letting him down. I wanted him to be able to love openly, and I couldn’t give him that.”

“Hmm. I just want to clarify something here. Do you think coming out is something you want to work towards, or is this something you see yourself keeping private long-term?”

Another easy one, and Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’d gotten over the largest hurdle Frank was going to throw at him. “I’m just not ready yet. I do want people to know eventually—soon, even—especially the team, my family here in LA.”

Frank nodded. “And, to be clear, if you had said the opposite, there would be nothing wrong with that.”

“Buck said that too,” Eddie admitted.

“Do you think he was lying to you?”

Eddie sighed. “No.”

“Good. That’s good. It seems to me, this has less to do with Buck than it has to you, and your past experiences. What do you think?”

And, there it was. The gut punch.

But Frank wasn’t done. “I’m hearing a lot of things in what you’re saying to me, Eddie, and none of them are Buck’s opinions — He deserves better. I can’t give him what he needs. This is all you. What does it remind you of?”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. He refused to cry.

“Shannon,” he finally chokes it out, the one word which really was the root of it all.

“Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I— I loved Shannon. I cared for her, but I always — part of me knew I couldn’t be what she wanted. That I was gay, that I could never give her as much as she gave me.” He glanced up from the carpet, and saw Frank’s head bob in an approving sort of nod. “I always knew I’d let her down, and then… I did. It was the same with Ana.”

“And so, your brain has taken these past experiences, and applied them to your relationship with Buck, as well.”

One stubborn tear falls from Eddie’s eye. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess so.”

When the session ended, Eddie walked back to the truck in a daze, and managed to wait until he was safely in the driver’s seat to break down.

He’d fucked up. He’d hurt Buck, he’d pushed him away, worrying Chris and all of their friends in the process, all because he hadn’t been able to believe he could be enough for someone.

He'd sort of proved his own point, in treating Buck the way he did. He'd make it better, though. Even if he'd ruined their chances of a relationship, he could still get Buck to come home.

"Hey, how did it—"

"Do you know where he is?" Eddie interrupted Hen as soon as she opened the door.

"The boys are in D's room. Are you—?"

"I didn’t mean Chris," Eddie said. “Do you know where Buck is?”

Hen's eyes widened, and she gestured for Eddie to come in. "We all assumed he'd have told you, of all people," she said.

Eddie shook his head. "Me, of all people, I'd be the last person he told, considering I'm the reason he left."

Hen frowned. "Eddie, what happened with you two?"

Eddie met her eyes, and he knew his heart was visible in his expression, especially so soon after flaying himself open and examining the pieces with Frank. He knew she'd read it all there in his face, that she'd figure out the truth.

"I need to find him," Eddie said.

"Wow. Okay, shit." She was grinning. "I don't know where he is, but Maddie does. You might need to grovel for it, though."

Eddie nodded, and started backing towards the door. He stopped, glancing towards the boys. "Wait, can—"

"I can keep Chris tonight, but someone will need to bring him to school," she said.

Eddie said goodbye to Chris, telling him where he was going and why. Chris hugged him. "He'll come home if you ask, right?"

Eddie wished he had an answer beyond hope.

He called Carla on his way to Maddie and arranged it all, then knocked on Maddie's door with no small amount of trepidation.

"Is everything okay?" Chimney asked when he answered the door.

"Is Maddie home?"

Chim's eyebrows raised. "She's working. Why?"

Eddie groaned. "I'll tell you after!" He called, running back to the car. He called her, but it rang out.

Fuck it, he decided, and started driving towards the call center.

He was sent to a meeting room rather than being allowed into the floor, which made sense. Linda walked past and he waved at her just before Josh walked in.

"You don't work here anymore," he said, arms folded.

"I need Maddie."

Josh raised an eyebrow. "You can't wait till she's on break in forty minutes?"

"Please, Josh. It's…" Eddie sighed. "It's about Buck."

Josh sucked his teeth, then rolled his eyes. "Wait here."

A minute later, Maddie came out to him.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I need to go to him. I think… I want to bring him home."

Maddie looked at him, her brows pinched, slight downturn to her lips. "What makes you think you can?"

"Because I'm the reason he left."

The words sat in the air, heavy in the small room. Maddie watched Eddie with something akin to suspicion, her frown only growing deeper.

"Buck didn't tell me why he left," she said. "But I sort of assumed he'd been dumped by whoever he was seeing, the person who made him happier than he's been in years and who he wouldn't tell us anything about."

Eddie said nothing. Slowly, Maddie nodded.

"Okay. I'll tell you, but Eddie—if you go to him, you have to be sure. If this—whatever happened, if it drove him to the other side of the country, he can't go through that again."

"I know. I don't expect anything, I just need to try. To apologize, at least."

Maddie took a piece of note paper from the table and wrote down an address, handing it to him.

"Eddie?" She said, right when he was about to leave. "You know we care about you, right? I may be pissed right now because my brother is hurting, but you’re still family."

Eddie gave her a smile that didn't fully reach his eyes. "I know, Maddie. I'll call when I find him."

And with that, he was on his way.

He spent way too much money on a flight to Chicago leaving that night, then rented a car, following Google maps to the address Maddie said Buck was staying in.

But he wasn't there.

No car in the drive, no lights on inside.

Eddie parked and got out of his rental, walking to the door. He knocked, just in case, but nobody answered. The only indication of Buck's presence here was a pair of running shoes by the door.

He must have gone out.

Eddie sat on the porch step and took out his phone. He hadn't looked at it all day, leaving it on airplane mode after the flight to preserve the battery. As soon as he deactivated the setting, a slew of notifications came in.

From Bobby: let me know if you need time off.

From Chris: Buck called but I didn't tell him you were going to see him!

From Hen: Chris slept well, Carla just picked him up. 💙

From Carla: Chris at school. Hope you're okay, tell Buck it's not the same here without him. I can stay tonight if you need me to.

The outpouring of support got the tears Eddie thought were all gone to spring to his eyes again. He sniffs, shaking his head. He won't let Buck find him like that. He won't make him feel guilty, not when it was Eddie's own fault.

It wasn't until he heard tires on the gravel driveway that he realized he hadn't planned on what to say.

In the end, it was simple enough. Buck got out of the car and Eddie watched him unload fishing equipment. The passenger door opened, and someone else got out. Buck was speaking to whoever it was.

"You staying for dinner or will I drop you home? This trout will be delicious!"

The stranger spotted Eddie first. It was an old man, and the sight almost made Eddie smile. Trust Buck, he thought, to immediately find an elderly person to befriend in a new place.

The man nodded at him. "I'd love to stay, Buck, but it looks like you've already got company."

Buck spun around, then, and finally saw Eddie. Even from this distance, Eddie could see the way his eyes filled with tears.

"I'll drive myself home, if that's alright. You two enjoy the trout."

Buck didn't say anything, and neither did Eddie, as the old man walked around to the driver's seat, got in, and drove himself away.

Buck took a step towards Eddie. Eddie stood up.

"Buck, I—" he didn't finish the sentence, because Buck darted over, wrapping him in a bracing hug which knocked him speechless.

"You followed me," Buck's words were muffled against Eddie's shoulder, but he heard them clear as day.

"I'm sorry, I should have—"

"No, Eddie." Buck pulled back, hands still on Eddie's shoulders. "You followed me. Nobody's ever followed me."

"I love you," Eddie said. "I fucked up, I got in my own head, I made the dumbest mistake of my life, and I am so sorry, Buck."

"I love you too, Eddie, and I never cared about keeping things under wraps, I just—"

"It wasn't that," Eddie said. "that was… it was an excuse. I just…"

Eddie paused, trying to set his thoughts straight. Buck recognised it, and nodded to the door. "Let's go inside and talk, okay?"

Buck grabbed a cooler which Eddie supposed must have the trout he caught in it, and they went into the cabin. It was nice in there—cozy.

They sat on the couch, and Eddie told Buck everything, how he'd been scared he wouldn't be enough, that he'd mess things up the way he had in the past.

"I thought I would end up hurting you, losing you either way."

Buck looked away from him. "You did hurt me. You… Eddie, you broke my heart. But you didn't lose me. You could never lose me."

"But, I—"

"I just needed time. Space. But I was always going to come back, to be your friend if that's all you wanted me to be."

"I don't deserve that."

"You do, Eddie. But even if you didn't, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself. I love you, too."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"I forgave you weeks ago. It's what being part of a team is about right?"

Eddie remembered the last time there'd been anything like a conflict of this scale between them, how hurt he'd been at Buck's actions, and how easily he'd forgiven.

He nodded. "Right."

"Just… promise you won't do it again." Buck's smile showed there was still hurt there, and Eddie knew it wouldn't go away all at once, that he'd have to work to regain Buck's trust, to get back to where they'd been before that first kiss changed everything.

"I'm going to make dinner," Buck announced, then. "You should call Chris, let him know you arrived safely and all."

Eddie took out his phone, doing the time-zone math. He would be home by now, Eddie figured. "What else should I tell him?" He asked.

Buck looked at the phone, and Eddie knew he understood the real question he was asking.

"Tell him I'm coming home."

The trout was delicious, cooked in a garlic-lemon-herb sauce that Buck whipped up, squinting at a recipe on his phone, but Eddie hadn't had any doubts about that in the first place.

What was a surprise, was the way Buck looked at him. Sure, he was still hurting. Sure, things weren't back to anywhere near normal, but Buck smiled at him, and he blushed when Eddie complimented the food, and he bumped his foot against Eddie's under the table, and it felt like it was… something.

When Eddie picked up the dishes to wash them, Buck put a hand over his,making him set them back down.

"Eddie, I—I need to ask you something. Before we leave."

"Yeah?"

"When you said you loved me, was that—"

"I'm in love with you," Eddie assured him. "I don't… I understand if you don't want to be together, with what I did, but…"

"Can I kiss you?" Buck interrupted.

All Eddie could do was nod helplessly, and then he felt Buck's lips against his, tasted the lemon on his breath, and a sob wrenched itself from his gut.

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