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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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Ian Bradly Must Die, A Horror Movie Featuring Buck Buckley by shrimprangoon
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
22 Apr 2026
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"Holy shit!" Chim chokes, spitting coffee all over the shirt Buck just changed into.
"Aw c'mon man," Buck sighs, but Chim isn't looking at him. He's staring out the engine bay doors, his face slack with shock as he points weaking at something behind Buck.
"Eddie's kissing the hot nurse in the parking lot."
"What hot nurse??" Buck whips around.
He expects to find some petite woman with smooth brown hair and neat scrubs plastered to Eddie's front. What he finds instead is a very tall, very hot man cradling Eddie's face, titling it upwards into a kiss that looks gentle and earnest, his other hand splayed large and confident against Eddie's waist.
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Buck loses his goddamn mind after seeing Eddie and Ian kiss. Eddie has no idea what's going on. Until he does.
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“Aw,” Harry says, smiling. “That’s adorable. Is it like—is it a thing? Do all of you keep pictures in your helmets?”
A murmur of general consensus ripples through their group. Harry, apparently delighted by this new knowledge, demands to see everyone’s secret photos.
“They’re kind of private,” Eddie says, crouched down to unlace his boots. He has a smudge of soot over his left cheek, and his hair has come loose from the gel, a lock of it curling over his brow. Buck likes him like this, just a little dishevelled.
or, firefighters sometimes keep photographs of the people they love inside their helmets, to remember who they’re fighting to come home to. eddie’s isn’t what buck expects.
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"With a final scrape of a too-short fingernail along the sidewalk, Buck successfully rescues the last of the pamphlets and trots back over to Ravi.
"Got 'em!" Buck hands the slightly messy pile to Ravi, a triumphant grin across his face.
"My beautifully appointed table thanks you, Buck."
But all Buck can do is smile.
It's his senior year of college, and he's on track to earn his Bachelor of Science in Kinesiology and graduate on time. He's the outgoing chapter president of the Rho Kappa chapter of Nu Alpha Sigma International Fraternity at the University of Texas at El Paso.
Everything is perfect."
or; a buddie college!au, featuring frat boy buck
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Buck only means to go to confession once.
Instead, he finds himself returning to the same church again and again for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with religion and everything to do with one devastatingly kind priest named Eddie Diaz.
What starts as awkward conversations and accidental emotional vulnerability slowly becomes something far more dangerous: feelings.
Unfortunately for Buck, falling for a priest is a terrible idea.
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It might not just be him. -
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Eddie realized dimly that his hand was still lifted, phone pressed to his ear, the call still live – Buck’s voice spilling through the speaker, thin and panicked and far too loud:
“…Eddie, what is happening? Talk to me. Eddie.”
He should have kissed him before leaving the house, Eddie thought, as his knees gave out.
He should have kissed him more, period. Every chance he got. In the kitchen, from behind, hands wrapped around his waist. On the couch, during the quiet lull of a movie neither of them was watching. In the parking lot before a shift, just because he could. In the locker room as the bells went off – a good luck charm tucked just out of sight.
He should have stopped acting like there’d always be another time.
Or,
Eddie gets shot. Again.
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- Part 6 of buddie nde fest