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It all starts with a prank, because doesn't it always with the marauders?
Its their 8th year of hogwarts and the marauders friend group has begun to merge with the 7th year slytherins.This fic is a combination of moonrosekiller brainrot and me being sick of constantly seeing hate for this ship, so i decided to put some positive content out there of it.
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Pandora looked down at Sybil’s outstretched palm and drew in a breath. In her palm was a a rock. It was smooth and flat and about the size of her palm but what caught her attention was the the image that had been intricately painted on its surface. The strokes and swirls of colour created the image of a girl with golden hair, she was holding a box, one delicate hand placed on the lid of the intricate box, about to open it. Pandora gazed at it in utter awe. It was beautiful. She reached out and took it from Sybil, completely mesmerised.
“I’m sorry if this is weird. I just- well you see it’s-“
“Pandora’s box.” Her voice came out breathy and she felt all light and floaty. “Yeah, I’m familiar.” She could feel a giddy smile spread across her face. “Sybil it’s beautiful.”
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The man rolled his body again, but this time it wasn’t only his chest; it was like he was trying to get as close to Eddie as possible before he spun him again. This was different from any dance lesson that Buck had ever seen, and then the man caught Eddie and dipped him.
A breathless, surprised laugh escaped Eddie’s lips, and when the man brought him back up, their noses brushed, each breath fanning across the other’s face. Both of the man’s hands settled on Eddie again—not on his shoulders, not on his back, but low on his hips, his fingers curling over the beginning of that curve.
This was not a dance lesson.
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Eddie moves in with Buck while his sisters settle in LA, and suddenly he's coming home from weekly dance nights flushed, sweaty, and happier than Buck has ever seen him.Buck is thrilled for him. Really. The fact that he's secretly in love with Eddie is nobody's problem but his own.
Then Eddie invites him to the club, and Buck discovers there's something worse than being left out of Eddie's new life: having a front-row seat.
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It’s been one week, two days, and twenty hours since Eddie told Buck he was in love with him.
It happened a few feet from where Buck’s standing now, just a little further to the left of the coffee table, and in front of the lamp. Since that day, he finds himself drifting there on cue, feet dragging to the spot before his mind catches up.
He’s staring at the spot, he realizes, and tears his eyes away.
It’s been one week, two days, twenty hours (and roughly seventeen minutes) since Eddie told Buck he was in love with him, and now he’s sitting on his couch helping Buck decide on a shirt for his date.
A date that’s not with Eddie, because when Eddie told him he loved him, Buck didn’t say it back. Because he isn’t. In love with Eddie, that is.
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It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable.
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Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.
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Eddie can’t move. Like this, Buck is illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window; dust motes shimmering around his head, his hair haloed in gold. Beautiful, Eddie thinks. And to his surprise, he doesn’t feel any sort of guilt about doing so.
Except — he should. Because Buck is dating Tommy, and he’s happy, and Eddie would rather go to his grave repressed and miserable than ever take away from Buck’s happiness.
Or: Eddie starts to untangle his complicated feelings about himself, and Buck. Mainly Buck.
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“They asked us to share something interesting about our families.”
“And you—” Eddie stops, presses his lips together, then flicks a hand toward him. “You went with my imaginary engagement.”
Christopher finally puts his phone away. “I didn’t say you were engaged.”
“You told everyone I have a firefighter boyfriend.”
“Yeah.”
Eddie lifts a hand. “Which firefighter?”
Christopher gives him a look.
Eddie waits.
The look continues.
He lets his hand fall. “Christopher.”
“Who do you think?”
“I’m asking you.”
Christopher shifts one crutch against the wall and gestures vaguely at Eddie, like the answer should be somewhere on his person. “Buck.”
Or Chris tells his science club that Buck and Eddie are basically married