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there's a chill , most likely from one of the half a dozen broken windows buck saw on his way in . it adds to the atmosphere , making him shiver as they continue inside . he's not sure why he agreed to come , perhaps insanity . perhaps its the inability to say no to crazy ideas . like exploring an abandoned building at night , one thats probably haunted . he has his phone in one hand , fully charged in case of emergencies . the other is nervously twitching at his side . part of him wishes he had brought a bat , or anything to defend themselves . he's not worried about ghosts , not really . but he's seen enough late night crime documentaries to know nothing good happens in abandoned buildings .

he jolts slightly as liam jumps , reaching a hand out to steady them . "hey so long as we don't split up the killer can't get us." its probably the wrong thing to say , face half shrouded in darkness . nothing but his wide smile visible in the dim light . "on the plus side if we die it'll be quick. do you think they'll find our bodies ?"

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@healingcall continued from here

he had spent over ten years believing maddie had just left him . that her choice to leave was because she didn't want to stay . now he knows differently . and the emotions he feels are conflicting . he doesn't blame her , could never hold it against her . in part he hates himself for not pushing more , perhaps she could have escaped with him . a small part of him is still that scared nineteen year old begging his sister to stay .

buck can see the doubt in her eyes , he knows her too well not to know it . and he hates that its been put there , he hates that she doubt not just him but the words . he places a hand on hers , gently . but as soon as he sees the tears he's wrapping her in his arms .

pulling maddie close he tucks her under his chin , rubbing a hand down her arm in what he hopes is a comforting manner . "i know," he says quietly . "it'll be there for a while . you might feel this way for a while . but i promise mads , i'll be here every step of the way okay . i'm not leaving ."

buck pulls back just enough so he can cup her face , wiping her tears away . a mirror of what she used to do when they where younger . she had always been the one to comfort him , to protect him . buck only hopes he can do the same now . " its us against the world okay . me and you ," he removes one hand , holding out his pinky like they where children again ; making promises about childish things , but the memory lingers . " there is nothing i wouldn't do to protect you , like you protected me."

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he leaned into athena's touch , thankful for it though he couldn't put it into words . for a moment he feels ashamed that he's a mess when it was her husband she almost lost . in that moment buck knows that their love for bobby binds them together .

it takes a moment , or several . for buck to pull back , wrapping an arm around himself and wincing slight as he pressed against bruises that would most likely be black and blue tomorrow . leaning back into the sofa he tries to get as comfortable as he can . for the first time since the bridge collapsed he feels the days events pressing down on him . he tries not to let it suffocate him .

buck spares athena a glance , a thankful smile making its way across his face , he can't find the words to say thank you . he thinks it might choke him . instead he looks forwards again , shrugging a shoulder . "dunno, sorry just kinda slips out . but you didn't need to drag yourself away from bobby to check on me . out of all of them i'm the least injured ." for a brief moment he thinks of ravi , another pit in his stomach forms .

he uses it as excuse to stand , shuffling as best as he can with his aching body towards the kitchen . its been at least ten hours since he's eaten , and he knows going to bed on an empty stomach will only make him feel worse . "you heading back?" he calls from the kitchen , unaware of what time it is , of how long he's been sitting there in his own company . "i'm gonna make some food, if you haven't eaten already?" he pops his head out the kitchen , putting on the best smile he can so athena doesn't worry . he doesn't want to add to what he images is already a lot of stress .

it falters for a moment , buck looks to his hands . skin all clean , but he can feel the dirt lingering , the bodies of his makeshift family . "if you want to stay i don't mind . i could use the company."

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@walkeddeath continued from here

he doesn't get much time to take in the lighthouse . from the outside it almost looks normal except for the overgrown weeds and the do not enter sign . the inside shows its age however . dust and dirt covering almost everything , a smell of old and must that makes buck sneeze as soon as he enters . he has just enough time to look around once before there was a tunnel opening .

buck followed without a thought , one he regretted and didn't regret at the same time . he gets the air knocked out of him , his back giving in protest but its not serious . he takes a moment to lie there , the ground cold underneath him before he's pushing himself up . there's no point in dusting himself off , the room is almost pitch black anyways . "you didn't hit anything vital . i'm good ."

he fumbles around in the many pockets he has , something he's now used to . bags get stolen , or lost . buck has come to shove everything from flashlights to artefacts in his pockets . at least he knows they'll always be close by .

it takes a moment , pulling it from his jacket , feeling for the switch in the dark . as soon as he does the room comes alive , buck shines it up as not to blind gen . the ground beneath them is dirt but compact , a pathway of sorts . buck shines the light around . the cavern is nothing more than rocks and stones , the only entry being the way they came . he briefly flashes the light to it , but even he knows its far too high to get back up , even if he hoisted gen on his shoulders .

"i dont want to say we're fucked but-" he shrugs a shoulder . buck turns the light back around , moving to the nearest wall . there's nothing but jagged rocks and moss . he reaches out touching it , he can't help it . buck's always been the person to ignore the 'do not touch' signs . he's thankful when he does , fingers coming away wet . "hey!" he turns the light back around to gen , jerking his head towards the wall . "its water," he lifts his fingers to his nose , the smell of salt more prominent than anything . "sea water , which means it's gotta come from somewhere ."

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there haven't been many people he's been with that he's been proud to introduce . its not that he was ashamed of his former partners , but it never felt real . he's been a little selfish with georgia . waiting and putting off introducing her to the 118 . wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before the craziness of his family intervened .

he gives her a warm smile , tugging her close for a moment . "i think they're going to love you," he says as earnestly as he can . there's no lie because buck knows its true . they'll adore her as much as he does . buck turns his head slightly placing a kiss to the side of her head . "you don't have to fight for me , i'm already yours."

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ENDLESS EDITS OF BUCK . DONT REBLOG UNLESS MUTUALS

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@parameddie sent : [ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around receiver.

it wasn't often buck got sick , with his luck he tended to get injured more than anything . but somehow buck had woken up yesterday with the world spinning and a fever he couldn't shake . bobby had given him a couple days off , thankfully , so he didn't pass whatever he had to the rest of the station .

it still didn't make being any easier . maddie had texted him and buck had vaguely answered about feeling like death . that had been all the contact he had until he heard a knock at his door , and eddie coming in . buck could do nothing more mumble a hello .

he sat on the sofa , half in a daze trying to focus on the tv when he felt something on his shoulder . he looked up as eddie wrapped an a blanket around him . buck gave him a lopsided smile , as best as he could through the haze .

"did maddie send you to play nurse? also don't come to close , i don't want you getting sick and then chris getting sick as well ."

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@walkeddeath sent : " i need a favor. "

the kitchen was filled with the soft sounds of music , the oven making the small space seem warmer . it was still early in the evening but buck had nothing else to do , and the ingredients in the fridge where nearing their expiration . their lives , their jobs , made it hard to keep a fridge full . to keep the mailbox empty , to do the washing on the regular .

buck looks up as gen enters , voice drifting over the music . he reaches over pausing his spotify . he arches an eyebrow at her before he goes back to stirring the pasta sauce . "is this like the time in berlin where you needed a favour and i ended up having to skinny dip with someone's grandma as a cover?" there's no malice to his tone , just a hint of amusement .

turning the heat off he picked up a tea towel cleaning his hands . buck turns , grabbing bowls from the cupboard . "so is this a job favour or am helping you rearrange the furniture again?"

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sometimes he tried to imagine what his life would have been like if he had stayed , if maddie had stayed . or there was a darker path , if bobby had never found him that day . he never really talked about his birth parents , about maddie , unless it was to his therapist . he told snippets here and there .

he pulled the glass of milk closer to himself , wrapping his hands around it . for a moment he said nothing , just looking into the glass like it held all the answers . "maddie always used to help me with homework," buck said quietly . "sometimes our parents would be gone for the night , or busy with things . so maddie used to make us dinner and we'd sit at the table working on our homework together ."

buck looked up , hunching his shoulders a little . slowly he pulled the sleeve of oreos towards himself taking one out . "she's the only thing i miss . and every time i sit here doing homework i except her to sit next to me , to laugh at some stupid math homework and then tell me to eat my dinner because it'll make me big and strong."

bobby honestly couldn't imagine how two people could care so little about this kid. anyone who stopped for a few minutes to just look at him , and they could see that amazing kid that buck was. bobby saw it. he'd seen it when he decided to adopt him of course , but he also saw it every day since then. even marcy had made every chance to talk about how special buck was when he had first met her.

once the oreos were down from the cupboard , he moved to another cupboard door , grabbing two glasses since buck was still not getting up , and brought everything to the dining room table , sitting down as buck as what the point was in the reading list he had been given by the school.

"because the authors from other centuries shaped the authors we have today." he pointed out , opening the gallon jug and pouring a glass about half full for buck , and doing the same for himself. "i promise it'll all make sense. besides . . you're not alone." he leaned forward , as if he was about to tell a secret. "everyone hates lord of the flies."

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@cptnashlafd continued from here

it was never quiet at the firehouse , there was always something to do . but there where times , usually in the early hours of the morning , when the world seemed to be at a standstill . people either tried to busy themselves or get sleep . but could never fully sleep at work , the constant noise , the alarms . the most he got was a nap here and there .

reality tv had become boring after the first hour . buck had shut the tv off with a click , making his way around the station as quietly as he could . seeking out anyone that wasn't occupied with sleep or tasks .

finding bobby awake wasn't such a surprise , finding him almost asleep on the floor however was . buck leaned against the doorframe , only raising an eyebrow at his captain . he bit his tongue to stop himself from mentioning how bad sleeping on the floor was .

at bobby's question he gave a shrug , stepping into the room so he could move to sit next to the older man . shuffling some papers so he didn't step on anything . "i can never sleep here," he admitted, "i tried, but theres always too much noise . the first time i slept here fully i had hen shaking me awake," buck said with a chuckle . it had been his first year, but buck still remembers it vividly . "i felt so bad, had anxiety for weeks after that i would somehow sleep through an alarm ."

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"do you really need a plot when there's action and cool cars?" buck says with a snort . he stops for a moment at gen's words , hands hovering awkwardly where he was about to wipe his hands . it takes a moment for him to move . he avoids looking at gen , more so out of fear . its always been easier for him to speak from the heart if he doesn't have to make eye contact . buck isn't sure why , he's working through it with his therapist but its slow going . and buck wants nothing more than to be honest with gen , to speak freely .

"i like weird," he says softly , glancing up briefly to give gen a small smile . he can't really put into words the way he feels . it feels too much too soon but buck wants it , wants to live in it . he likes the idea of coming home to someone , of having someone at the other end of the line . the dream of making a home with someone has always been one he's had , though he's hardly voiced it .

walking around the kitchen island he moves to be closer to gen , taking their hands in his . he rubs his thumb against the back of her hand , a comforting gesture he comes to crave . "i miss you when you leave," he admits , finally looking up . "the days you're not here i wake up and roll over excepting you . i cook for two forgetting you're not here . "

buck pulls away for a moment with a quick "hold on," before he makes his way over to gen's bag . he digs around for their keys before finding them , pulling off his own apartment key had given to her for emergencies . walking back over he stands in front of gen , taking a deep breath he reaches out taking her hand in his . "i know i gave you this key for emergencies , and im so happy you trust me enough to find this a safe place . but-" buck looks up , doing his best to swallow his nerves . "but what if it wasn't just for emergencies? what if this became our place?"

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the idea that he would be a father was an idea - a concept that hadn't fully sunk into him yet . they weren't the most conventional idea of a family , however buck found that it had quickly become the most important thing to him . it became something that consumed not only his thoughts but his life .

buck left the truck with a curious glance , not seeing anya anywhere . he wasn't sure if she was still in the firehouse , the place seemed almost too quiet . surprise coloured his features at seeing anya in the loft , but it quickly changed to s soft smile . the smile only grew at her words , it was hard to push down the surge of warmth and love that overcame him .

as she grabbed his hand he felt his heart pick up pace , nervously beating inside his chest . buck stepped as close a he could , raising his other hand to place next to the other on her stomach . "they're real," he whispered , almost to himself . he looked up at anya , "i mean i know they're real . but they're -" he let out a breath , suddenly feeling more nervous than anything . "do you think i'll be good?" buck asked , voice still low , eyes going back to her bump. "i mean a good dad ? my father wasn't bad," an excuse he's used a hundred times before . "but he wasn't there , ya know ? i don't want to be like him."

closed plotted starter for walkedfire .

non - hazardous duty was anya's least favorite type of work. and while she made it obvious that she wasn't happy about it , she did find it helped when she had cravings. and the morning sickness. that was fun to deal with until finally her bump was starting to show , and the worrying started to circulate about if she should be on full duty or not. considering she was having twins , the village that took the form of not only her family , but her 118 as well had convinced her to take time from running into burning buildings.

and she hated it.

the firehouse was far too NOPE. she wasn't even going to think it. but you get what i mean. it seemed weird being there when everyone was gone , and at first , anya had no idea what to do while they were all gone. so she organized.

turned out when anya got the clipboard , the firehouse got organized. if she wasn't going to be doing her real job , she was going to make sure that the place ran better. not to mention her inability to sit still. ( she tried , it lasted for about five minutes ) and she had just finished organizing the kitchen cupboards , taking a moment to admire her work when she heard the engine pulling into the firehouse.

her attention went to where the sound had come from , a smile on her features at finally not being the only one in the firehouse , when she felt something.

anya looked down. tilting her head in curiousness , hearing someone coming upstairs to the loft when she felt it again. a kick! that had to be what it was. looking up , she saw the exact person that she wanted to see in that instant.

"just in time!" she announced when she finally spoke , already making her way over to father of her twins. her twenty week belly big enough to be seen through her uniform shirt. "someone's been missing you." she stopped right in front of buck , an excited smile on her face. without saying another word , she grabbed his hand , not wanting him to miss it in case this was the last time for a while , and placed his hand on her stomach just in time to feel two strong kicks. one from each of them.

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i'll wait to further in the season to write a proper headcanon about it. but for the time i'm sticking to buck knowing he was bisexual but never acting on it. which circles back to buck never committing to relationships properly because he wasn't sure what he was looking for. it also means he doesn't always know what he's feeling.

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buck holds up his hands , biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling . he knows its no laughing matter but he can't help the laugh that wants to bubble out . " you know they say sharing is caring ." its probably the wrong thing to say but buck wants to take some of the seriousness out of the situation .

"in my defence i didn't want to get sick , its probably the kid at the aquarium," a favour to eddie since buck knew more about the animals . he had practically begged eddie to go . "there was this kid that kept touching everything . and i mean everything . so much snot," a brief look of horror crosses his face before it vanishes .

he jerks his head towards the kitchen , "want me to make some tea? i still got some left that maddie dropped off . tastes a little like weeds but it helps."

"Why didn't you call me? I could have helped." // @walkedfire

He wants to believe that Buck is being sincere in his offer, he certainly sounds sincere, but Howie can't help thinking that it sounds like a platitude.

"You, my friend," Howie starts, his left eye twitching a bit. "Will stay very, very far from me." He points with his left hand, indicating a far bit of space to be kept between them. It is impractical given the nature of their work and yet, he'll spend the next several hours enforcing the distance until the entire crew is sick of it.

"You got Maddie sick, which got Jee sick." Of course Howie knows that if Buck's well enough to return to work than he's more likely to get sick from them, but still. His ire remains directed at Buck, patient zero. "Have you had tiny toddler sneeze directly into your mouth in the past twenty four hours? No!"

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THIS WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAPPEN. . . . .

VEIL INCARNATE , TRAGIC HOPE, DOOMED NARRATIVE, A SELF DESTRUCTIVE HAUNTING, ETERNITY BORES ME  . . . . . #WALKEDDEATH an original character. est 2012 by kaie

. . . . .SHE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINING

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he's barely paying attention to what's going on around him , too caught up in watching the fight in front of him . the thud of pretend swords is almost distracting enough until he hear's robin's voice . he glances over his shoulder , brows scrunching up . it takes a moment , his brain catching up with the words spoken to him . a grin crosses his face , buck turns his back to the arena and strides quickly over to the other buckley . "that depends ," he says through a wide grin . "whats in it for me ?"

' buck! wanna help me get revenge on the hermes kids? ' robin shouts, a smirk on their lips. they already have a plan, it's capture the flag later, and what better time to enact some revenge? ' it'll be fun, i promise. ' in all honesty, it's not the first time they've made that claim when roping @walkedfire into their antics. it's never false, though there's usually chaos involved.