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just a little bit of your heart (is all I'm asking for) by dbolterstar
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
13 Feb 2026
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“Does this change a thing between us?” Buck asks, his voice low, hands still framing Eddie’s face. He can feel the unsteady breaths leaving Eddie’s lips, warm against his own.
Eddie looks wrecked. His cheeks are flushed, lips red and kiss-swollen, his glassy eyes locked on Buck’s mouth like it’s the only thing he can see. He looks as hungry as Buck feels. Buck feels Eddie’s fingers trace along his arms, squeezing just enough to leave his skin tingling.
“I don’t know.”
It’s not a yes—Buck’s not even sure he wants to hear a yes. But it’s so much better than the rejection Eddie threw at him before.
“Alright,” Buck exhales, nodding like it’s nothing, even though it feels massive. Then he surges forward, catching Eddie’s mouth in his again.
They don’t stop. Can’t. Their mouths are locked together like they’re trying to breathe each other in, like letting go for even a second would be unbearable.
or; Eddie’s shame torments him. Buck would rather have a piece of Eddie than nothing at all. Miscommunication is their biggest enemy. Infidelity turns into their savior… or ends up being the thing that destroys them?
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Late in the summer of 1995, Hogwarts felt like a distant memory. The year prior had left her scarred in more ways than one. Ivy ran her fingers over the faint marks on her arm, the reminder of the graveyard, the fight, Cedric’s almost-death—and Voldemort's resurrection. No one else really understood what happened that night. Ivy wasn’t sure if even she fully understood it herself.
What she knew, though, was that everything had changed. And there was one thing she still could not reconcile—Cedric had lived. Ivy had been sure he was gone, yet there he was, alive and standing in front of her when it was all over. How?
Cells interlinked within cells. A system. She could feel it, though she couldn’t explain it. Whatever had happened that night in the graveyard wasn’t a fluke, nor was it entirely her doing. Her fate was bound—tightly, almost cruelly. What had once been a life of relative simplicity—summers with Harry, Remus and Sirius, the warmth of a home—had transformed into something darker. Something unavoidable. Almost as if she was bound—not by choice but by destiny. Or maybe something worse. Interlinked.