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Once he’s safely in the Jeep Buck lets his head fall back against the seat. He’s not having a panic attack, he’s not going to be sick, and he’s certainly not going to cry. Buck just feels lost. Suddenly he’s as much the kid the others think him to be. How is he supposed to cope with this.
“Why are you still fucking dead?” Buck asks the imaginary Bobby in the passenger seat. “You were supposed to be here for me for this sort of shit. You were supposed to tell me what to do.”
In the wake of Bobby's death and the birth of his nephew, Buck receives a diagnosis and makes some well meaning, but ultimately ill considered life choices. Will the path he's set himself on break him? Or will it be the making of the next new iteration of Buck?
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There was a terrible irony in his story, for I feared the brother who had always wanted the land and authority for himself, who had always hated being second best, had found, once he was given the unexpected, the wonderful gift of Harrowfield for his own, that what he really wanted was something else entirely. For it was his fate always to desire that which he could not have.
Or: Simon's story, after Daughter of the Forest.
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01 Oct 2025
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Simon is thirty-eight years old when he learns Sorcha has died.
His brother arrives unexpectedly, the first time he has come home in almost twenty years, bearing tidings of his wife’s passing. Simon is shocked by the threads of gray in his brother’s flame-red hair, the deep lines in his face where tears would fall if he would allow himself to weep.
Simon knows what it is to love Sorcha and lose her, but he finds he has no words of comfort to offer his brother. Such a love is a wonderful blessing and a terrible curse, as Simon well knows. Red does not say I’m lost without her, but Simon can see it written in the lines on his brother’s face.
“You could stay here,” he offers.
Red meets his eyes with an anguished look, the careful mask of control stripped away. Simon can tell his brother is torn between the desire to flee from and to seek out every reminder of her. Simon could tell him, It does not matter where you go, you will see her here as well as there. He knows well that such a love will be a lodestone for all of Red’s days, but he feels sure that Red will need to find some other purpose to give his life beyond the woman he has lost.
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Letting Beatrice call him her “Fairy Dad Monster” seems a charming trifle. Accidentally celestially adopting the urchin isn’t on his cosmic bingo card. Doing all of it without her mother knowing about his true identity is…giving him anxiety.
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25 Sep 2025
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Lucifer stares at the urchin, the breath knocked from his chest.
“Luci, what did you do?” Amenadiel asks.
Beatrice’s face goes sour. “Stop it,” she says, glaring at Amenadiel. “You’re scaring Lucifer.”
Lucifer would scoff if it weren’t true. Because if Beatrice feels a light between them, between his heart and hers, then maybe he has—oh dear Dad.
“You bound yourself to—”
“I didn’t,” Lucifer says, kneejerk.
“He didn’t do anything,” Beatrice says fiercely. “He’s my friend. He’s my Fairy Dad Monster, and you’re being mean to him when he saved my mommy.”
“Fairy Dad Monster?” Amenadiel repeats. “Luci, what on—”
“STOP IT,” Beatrice shouts.
A wind seems to explode around them, fierce and fraught. Only there for a nanosecond, it dies immediately, but it’s enough.
“Lucifer,” Amenadiel says firmly.
But Lucifer can’t look at him. “Beatrice,” he says very softly. She slowly turns her head to look at him, her big brown eyes wide and shining. “It’s all right, darling, I’m not in any danger.”
“But he’s scaring you,” Beatrice says.
“I’m not scared,” Lucifer tells her. Because he isn’t. Not anymore. “Neither of us needs to be scared, all right?”
“Because you saved mommy,” Beatrice agrees.
“Because your mummy is going to be just fine,” he says, nodding. “And the light is back, isn’t it?”
Beatrice closes her eyes for a moment and then nods, opening them with a little smile. “You promise?”
“I promise. And what do I never do?”
“You never lie.”
“I never lie,” Lucifer says solemnly.
Beatrice gives a heavy sigh and lays her head down against his shoulder, arms wrapping back around his neck, her body going limp against him. He rubs at her back, closing his eyes, just for a moment.
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“They just follow it around, copying it and helping it and bothering it so much that it's like, worn down into loving the duckling back and looking out for it.”
“So,” said Eddie, furrowing his brow. “In this scenario, you are—”
“A baby duckling, newly hatched into the world with no idea what’s going on.”
“And I am—”
“The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.”
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Eddie has no idea how to cope when a temporary case of amnesia causes the return of Buck 1.0. Buck has no clue why his future self hasn't made the moves on his hot best friend. It all goes pretty well, considering.
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“Which do you think makes you feel most loved?”
Eddie thought for a long moment. Too long, maybe. Then he shrugged, “Honestly, Buck? I have no idea.”
Buck’s brows pinched up. “What do you mean? When have you felt the most loved?”
“Don’t make a big thing of this, Buck. Promise?”
Buck made a show of crossing his heart, brows still raised curiously.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever… really felt loved in a relationship? I’m not convinced that I know what makes me feel loved…”
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After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved.
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They were nearly six hours into their first shift when someone mentioned it.
That someone, unexpectedly, was Bobby.
“So… physical touch week, huh, kid?”
It was so much less creepy when Bobby called him ‘kid’ than when Tommy did. Maybe because one of them was like a father and one of them kept trying to be his Daddy. Ugh.
“God, don’t remind me.” Buck whined, dropping his head down against the truck as they put away their equipment after a call.
Bobby chuckled, “That bad? Does his breath smell?”
Buck coughed on nothing. “Oh, ha-ha. No, I just… I don’t want to overstep. Gifts are one thing, but…”
Bobby smiled a little, “You’re a good man, Buck. But Eddie is starting to look a bit forlorn at his total lack of embarrassing love displays, so I think it might be time to step it up.”
Buck knew he was ruddy-cheeked when he answered. “Bobby, that isn’t— that’s not funny. Tommy said— and I—”
Bobby half smiled, “If Tommy Kinard didn’t get you, Buck, then I’m glad you got rid of the dead weight. But that doesn’t mean that he knows anything about you and Eddie. That’s for you two to decide.”
It was good advice. Buck still groaned dramatically about it.
He did his usual. He bumped arms with Eddie, let their knees knock together in the truck. He spotted him at the gym and slapped him on the back when he did well.
Normal. Casual. That was fine, right? They were already relatively touchy for two hetero firefighters? Or— one hetero and one bisexual firefighter who was really trying to repress anything physical he may or may not feel when they touched a lot, anyway.
But Bobby… was right, Buck had found. Eddie looked like he was trying to work out what he’d done wrong. Like he’d come to expect Buck’s big gestures, and he’d been waiting to see what next only to be met with… nothing. He seemed— well, yeah, he seemed a bit forlorn. Buck was very normal and brave about that, even though he was very much starting to want to take a risk on that ‘what if’ in the back of his mind.
Because Eddie had reciprocated his acts. He’d gotten in with Buck’s compliments and his playful jokes. He’d proudly shown off his flowers and the toys. It was almost enough for a glimmer of hope, and that was scary.