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steppin' into fate
chapter 1/?
Buck/Eddie, rated M // read on ao3
“What the hell is this?” Evan Buckley storms into the office without knocking, tossing his phone onto the desk.
“The LA Kings have signed forward Eddie Diaz (@EDiaz82) to a five year contract” it reads. Buck doesn’t need to see it to know. He’s stared at it long enough already. There’s a graphic of Eddie Diaz and his stupidly pretty face beneath it, in his old Dallas Stars green and white, mouth open as he skates the puck up the ice. He’d looked at the replies, all of the “omg”s and heart-eyes emojis and 280-character amateur analysis of Diaz’s skills. He’d scrolled until he’d hit the inevitable “so when are we trading buckley?” tweets, and then he’d stormed into Bobby’s office without thinking about it twice.
“Management got you a centreman,” Bobby says, perfectly calm. “I thought you would be happy.”
“Well, I’m not,” Buck says. “I don’t need a center. And even if I did, I don’t need Eddie Diaz."
or, the 9-1-1 hockey AU
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