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Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.
And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.
A website of tiny ceramic frogs.
Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.
I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.
“This is your website?” I asked finally.
“Yep!”
“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.
“Yep!”
“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”
“I made those too,” he says, beaming.
And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.
“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”
It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.
And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.
what if there was a franchise that was about hope, and the relationships between fathers and their children, and the relationships between mentors and their students, and redemption, and fighting against evil even when it all seems lost, and ordinary people believing in the possibility of a better and brighter future, and clinging to your culture even when darkness threatens to overcome you, and being thrust into situations that are so much bigger than you but still doing your best to make even the smallest difference, and fighting against oppression even when it’s all you’ve ever known, and watching the universe change around you and being unable to stop it, and being let down by the people closest to you but still being able to forgive them, and having faith in the people around you even when you don’t have faith in yourself. and also there are laser swords.
Buck's tongue tastes like wet ash. It clings to his matted curls and sweaty forehead and settles sour on his taste buds. His mouth is dry and his throat burns from the smoke.
The fire was out. Boots crunch on smoldering rubble. Bobby is directing the clean up, but Buck can't focus. A headache that had started at the base of his skull is now throbbing in time with his quick heart.
“Fuck.” He grumbles and walks towards where Hen is finishing up treating the victims. Only minor injuries, no fatalities. Hen has a small station set up with first aid and water.
He sits on the bumper of the ambulance and watches her work. He should be helping. He just needs a break. His head pulses and he pinches the bridge of his nose, holding tight like pressure outside might ease the pressure inside.
“Here,” Hen sits next to him and holds out a paper cup filled with water. He takes it and sips. It’s warm and tastes like wet paper.
“Thanks.”
She goes back to her work and Buck dumps the rest of the water into the dirt. He ends up stumbling back to the engine. He hauls himself up into the seat and shuts the door. He just needs a moment of quiet.
He only gets one moment before the door is opening and Eddie is climbing in next to him.
“Are you okay?” Eddie sits in his seat and turns toward Buck. “You disappeared on me.”
“Sorry, tired.” Not wrong, but not quite right. “Headache,” he adds.
Eddie leans down and reaches under his seat. He produces a large water bottle. Blue tinted plastic with a large mouth and a screw top. The side is emblazoned with the LAFD logo and underneath in neat type it reads Diaz. Buck vaguely recognizes it, he remembers some wellness campaign the department ran a while ago. Buck thinks his is abandoned in the bottom of his locker or something. He didn't know Eddie used his.
"Drink some water, it'll help." Eddie is already unscrewing the cap and pressing the bottle into Buck's hands. The water sloshes when Eddie lets go with one hand, Buck realizes his hands are shaking. The bottle is full and heavier than he expected. Eddie doesn't say anything, he just keeps his other hand steady on the bottom of the bottle and tilts it up so Buck can drink. Buck lets it happen. The water is cool and tastes of nothing. Perfectly nothing. Buck hates it when water has a weird taste. He sips and then gulps.
"Easy," Eddie says, his voice low in Buck's ear. Eddie is turned in his seat to face him, one hand on the bottle the other now reaching up to hold Buck's shoulder. Buck feels stable for the first time in hours with Eddie holding him in place.
“Sorry,” Buck gasps after swallowing, “I guess I was thirsty.”
"You should drink more water, man," Eddie pulls the bottle back and screws on the cap.
“I forget,” Buck shrugs. Eddie looks like he wants to say something, but he purses his lips instead.
Buck leans against Eddie on the drive back to the station. He closes his eyes and feels the headache melt away.
–
Buck can hear Eddie walking up the stairs from where he is laying on the couch in the loft. He sits up a bit against the arm and curls up his legs to make space on the other side of the couch just in time for Eddie to flop down. He keeps his arms raised like he's on a rollercoaster while Buck stretches out his legs again over Eddie's thighs and then he drops his hands over Buck's calves. Well, one hand. The other hand is holding a water bottle. The same one he had pulled out in the engine the shift before.
"You haven't had anything to drink all day." Eddie hands him the bottle. Buck takes it.
"Not true. I had coffee when I got here and I had a smoothie after that crazy bicycle pile up."
"Those don't count, you need water, Buck." Eddie watches him closely as he fiddles with the lid and runs his finger over the ridges of the logo decal. "How are you this averse to proper hydration, you're supposed to be the health nut.”
"I'm not averse." Buck opens the lid and cranes his neck up to drink.
"Buck. Sit up. You're going to choke." Eddie shoves at his legs and Buck complies. He swings his torso up and around until he's sitting upright against the back of the couch. His leg pressed flush against Eddie's. "Drink."
He does. He's not thirsty. He sips at it anyway. It's the same as before, slightly cool but not cold enough to make his teeth hurt. He can't taste any weird mineral or chemical flavors that usually put him off. He can't even taste the plastic of the bottle.
After that Eddie starts keeping the bottle with him all the time. He hands it off to Buck at regular intervals for him to drink and then takes it back. He must be refilling it although Buck doesn't notice him doing it, but he feels more hydrated than he's ever been in his life. He stops getting headaches at the end of every shift. He feels more clear headed. So he lets Eddie keep at it.
–
The thing is though that Buck is an adult. A responsible adult who knows how to take care of himself. It's a waste of Eddie's time to spend so much of it looking after Buck. But he does feel better now that's he's staying so well hydrated.
When he gets in for his next shift he roots around in the bottom of his locker until he uncovers his own water bottle. It's all scratched up and dusty, but he cleans it off and fills it up from the filter in the fridge and carries it down to morning briefing. He slides onto the bench next to Eddie who is already there, his water bottle tucked under the bench at his feet.
Buck holds up his bottle so Eddie can see, but instead of approval a weird annoyed look flashes across Eddie's face. He schools it quickly and gives Buck a thumbs up as Bobby starts talking.
Buck doesn't listen to a word Bobby says. He spends the entire time he is sitting there trying to look at Eddie without getting caught by either Bobby or Eddie. They have only just been allowed to sit next to each other at briefings again after the last incident, so he can't get caught being distracted again.
Eddie seems fine, as far as Buck can surmise from the corner of his eye. He's sitting up straight, his face is relaxed, he doesn't look tense or in pain or tired.
"Okay, let's get to it." Bobby calls. The dismissal cuts through the noise in Buck's head and he follows suit as everyone breaks from the loose crowd that had formed.
Eddie bends over and grabs his water bottle, Buck does the same. Eddie stands and walks off towards the locker room, Buck follows. He has no idea what his assignments are for the day. He'll check the board later.
"Look what I found." Buck tries to start a conversation after he notices they aren't speaking. They usually fall into their rhythm without him trying, so it's notable that he has to come up with something to say. Buck is holding his water bottle up again.
"Nice, man, good for you." Eddie doesn't look at him. He pulls at the latch of his locker and busies himself with whatever he's looking for. "I'm glad you're finally listening to me."
"Yeah, I haven't had any headaches since, y'know, I started drinking more, so it seemed like a good idea."
"You've been so dehydrated it gives you headaches? Regularly?"
"I mean, not bad ones," Buck kicks the toe of his boot into the floor.
"Unbelievable," Eddie shakes his head and tosses his water bottle into his locker and throws it shut. He doesn't slam it, he's not mad, he's just. Tense. Buck is making him tense for some reason and he just wants to smooth it out.
"But you were right, so, problem solved, I guess." Buck makes a point of taking a drink out of his bottle, but he can't help the face he makes. It tastes, well, gross. It's tepid and the taste is off in some way he can't put his finger on. Maybe it's the plastic from sitting abandoned for so long, maybe the filter in the fridge has gone off, or the water is especially hard today. Buck doesn't spit it out, but he wants to.
“Eugh,” he smacks his lips.
“What?” Eddie turns around.
“It tastes,” not like yours, “I don't know, off.” He opens his own locker and tosses the bottle back in. “Can I just keep using yours?”
“Yeah, bud, of course.” Eddie smiles. The tension seems to bleed out of him.
Eddie retrieves his from his locker again and opens it for Buck to rinse whatever bad taste still lingered in his mouth. Eddie's was good. Maybe it was from yesterday, before the filter went bad, maybe he brought it from home or something. Buck drinks his fill.
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sometimes you write fic in your head at work because the only way to stay awake after a long busy day is by slowly rotating the blorbos in a situation, and then you spend your day off accidentally writing it
here's 1.8k unproofread words of buck with a concussion and a smidge of sharing body heat:
Open your eyes.
Come on, Buck, open your eyes for me.
Buck’s head hurts, God it really fucking hurts. Hand on his chin, light shining into his eyes, too bright. He tries to jerk away, but the hand holds him steady. Fingers warm against his cheek.
Do you remember where we are?
There’s a crack in the glass. A window, a car window, a smear of red and outside everything’s all white, oh shit is it snowing? It must be snowing. Buck’s head hurts, a sharp, sharp throb above his temple that he reaches up to touch and hisses at the sting of it, red on his fingers now too. Ow, fuck, ow.
I know, I know. Can you tell me what day it is?
If Buck guesses, there’s a one in seven chance he’ll get it right.
Well, don’t tell me that.
Buck thinks it might be Wednesday.
Someone laughs, close by. Buck’s head hurts. Is it snowing? There’s a crack in the glass, and a smear of red, and past the glass a blurry field of white, grey and black. A warm hand on his face. Buck blinks and blinks.
“Eddie?” he mumbles.
“Hey,” Eddie breathes. “Try not to move. You hit your head pretty hard.”
“What… happened?”
“Road’s icy. Some asshole was speeding and he skidded, you had to swerve to avoid him. We went through the barrier and right into a ditch.”
“Oh…” Buck blinks again, but his vision stays blurry. Out through the windshield the headlights are pooling into the snow, drift of white all the way up to the bumper. It’s snowing. They should turn off the lights, save the battery; Buck reaches out a clumsy hand for the button and misses, his arms heavy and uncoordinated. His head hurts so damn much.
Hey, hey, stay with me.
Buck isn’t going anywhere. He doesn’t think he’s going anywhere, anyway. Where’s he going? He feels sick like he used to get in the car when he was a kid, even just on ten minute drives to the grocery store. Threw up in the parking lot so many times they should have put a plaque up to commemorate it. Oh fuck, he’s gonna be sick - fumbles the door open, blast of cold air and the sting of snow against his aching face, and the seatbelt digging into his neck too hard, shit, it’s okay, you’re okay, a hand on his back as Buck heaves. Gooseflesh prickling up and down his arms.
Eased back into his seat, his eyes screwed tightly shut. Warm body leaning over his and the click of the door closing, shutting out the wind, though Buck keeps shivering. Maddie always got him a ginger ale, after a car ride - where’s Maddie - ?
- gonna need your help with this one, buddy. I’m from Texas, remember? I don’t know the first thing about snow.
Is it snowing?
Yeah - yeah, Buck, it’s snowing.
In Los Angeles?
No, not Los Angeles, we were driving - do you remember?
Buck doesn’t remember.
I know you have a first aid kit somewhere.
There’s rustling sounds, and Buck only realises there’s a warm hand touching his neck when it pulls away again, leaving cool air behind; he squints his eyes open and watches the hand, rummaging in the glove box, hand attached to arm attached to Eddie, oh, it’s Eddie.
“Hey, Eddie,” Buck mumbles. He grins. God, he loves Eddie so much.
Eddie jerks like he’s been electrocuted, knocking his elbow against the car door. He sucks in a breath too hard and has to cough it back out again, while he curses and rubs his elbow.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, “where’s your first aid kit?”
Buck’s stomach sinks. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I - I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”
“Always gonna worry about you.”
Eddie turns his head to look at Buck. His eyes are brown smudges, too far away for Buck to focus on no matter how hard he blinks. Buck tries to lean closer, to see Eddie’s face clearly, but something stops him with a sharp tug, digging into his neck. It makes his whole head throb and Buck hisses, batting at the thing, the strap across his chest, get it off of him, get it off.
Easy, easy, hold still. Eddie’s leaning close, kneeling over the centre console to steady Buck’s head with both hands. Close enough that Buck can smell the fresh scent of his laundry detergent, and close enough that Buck can see his eyes, wide and dark, and a scratch on his forehead.
“Said you weren’t hurt,” Buck mutters, lifting up his hand.
Fingers too unsteady to trace the scratch, he ends up pressing his whole palm against the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie’s skin is damp with sweat. Sea breeze, that’s the laundry detergent. Blue lid on the bottle.
Chris came home at last smelling weirdly floral, Helena’s scent of choice, but he’s sea breeze scented again now. Everything back to normal. And that’s why - that’s why they were driving, Buck thinks. Where were they driving?
“It’s just a scratch,” Eddie whispers.
“Where’re we going?”
“Where’s your first aid kit?”
“Red bag.”
“Okay, and where’s that?”
Buck frowns at his hand on Eddie’s face. His head hurts so much, a sharp pulsing throb radiating from his temple, held at bay by Eddie’s hands against his neck and Eddie’s thumbs on his jaw. Carefully, Buck lifts his other hand to the other side of Eddie’s face. Fingertips brushing Eddie’s hair, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of Eddie’s mouth.
“You’re killing me, Buck,” Eddie says.
“Trunk,” Buck says. “Red bag. A-and blue - blue’s for emergencies.”
“Okay. I’m gonna get those. You, try not to move.”
When Eddie leaves, he takes his warm hands with him. Buck’s head is too heavy. Driver’s side window cracked like a spider’s web, red smear in the centre of the glass. Headlights too bright against all the white outside. Is it snowing? They were going somewhere, him and Eddie, they were - where’s Eddie?
Where is he?
Everything all too bright.
Can you open your eyes for me?
Don’t wanna.
I know, I’m sorry. But can you try for me?
Eddie’s voice. Sea breeze, blue lid. A red smear on the glass. Buck squints into the bright, bright light, a hand on his face to keep him from flinching away.
Your pupil response still seems fine. Let me get this C collar on you, to be safe. Thank God you’re such a boy scout.
Something firm wraps around Buck’s neck. Something cold and damp and sharply stinging dabs against his forehead, wipes down the side of his face and up into his hair, making him hiss and jerk backwards.
Sorry, sorry, almost done.
Gentle hands, pressing something soft against Buck’s temple.
“Eddie?”
The hands still. “I’m right here, Buck.”
“What happened?”
“Some asshole ran us off the road during a blizzard. I’m not getting any signal, so we’re gonna be stuck here for… I dunno, a while.”
He smoothes a piece of tape down over the gauze on Buck’s forehead, presses a couple tylenol into his hand and passes him a bottle of water to wash them down. Buck watches him with half-lidded eyes, as Eddie packs away the first aid kit and starts tugging supplies from the emergency kit. The locator beacon is right on top, in easy reach, because Buck likes to reorganise his kits every couple of months. He follows subreddits where users debate the merits of different brands of PLBs and MREs and emergency blankets.
When Buck can’t sleep, he imagines scenarios that scare him, and then he makes lists of all the ways he can prepare for them. Sometimes, selfishly, he likes to imagine Eddie is with him.
Hey, I’m always with you, aren’t I?
Not always.
Buck blinks his eyes back open, a hand on his knee, gently shaking his leg. It’s dark outside. His head hurts. Eddie’s leaning in close.
“I know you’re tired, and I promise you can rest soon, but I’m gonna need you to tell me what to do here.”
“Blue bag.”
“‘M not a prepper. Just… prepared.” Buck squints around himself. Lifts an unsteady hand to rub his face, hisses in a pained breath as his fingers knock against the gauze taped to his forehead. “Umm. Duct tape?”
“Yeah, I got it. Beacon activated. We got, uhh, a prepper’s wet dream in here.”
“Check,” Eddie says, holding up the roll.
“Need to cover the windows up, for insulation. Then t-tape a blanket up, make a space… to keep warm. Backseat’s best. There’s… coffee can?”
“Coffee can… check.” Eddie lifts it up so it rattles.
“Tea lights and waterproof matches inside. We can light the candles in the can, generates a bit of heat.”
“Okay, let’s get you into the back, and then I’ll get taping.”
It’s slow going, Eddie keeping a tight grip on Buck’s arms all the while, and Buck still feels so dizzy once he’s on the backseat he has to lie down immediately. The jeep’s tilted slightly upwards in the snow, rolling him down against the back of the seats, stomach rocking, head spinning. Eyes screwed tightly shut. Head against a makeshift pillow made of extra sweaters in Jee’s size and Chris’s as well - Chris from months ago, probably too small now, he’ll have to get a size up, adds it to the list. Breathes in through his nose, out through his mouth. Drifts.
Buck?
It’s dark when he opens his eyes again. Flickering points of orange light, Eddie’s shadow on the ceiling as Eddie crouches over him. Soft dark, velvet dark.
“Room for one more?” Eddie whispers.
Buck shifts over as best as he can and Eddie does the rest, slotting carefully into the space around him. He drags a thick, woollen blanket over them both, all the way up and over their heads. Eddie’s arm, cradling Buck’s head. Buck’s legs, cradling Eddie’s legs. It’s warm, he’s warm, all over.
“What happened?” Buck whispers. “I’m, I know you told me, but I…”
“You hit your head,” Eddie whispers back, his breath puffing against Buck’s face.
“Got that much.”
“It’s icy. Asshole driver ran us off the road and we got stuck in the snow. He didn’t even stop. Yes, I activated your boy scout beacon,” Eddie adds before Buck can ask.
“I wasn’t a boy scout.”
“You’ve got scout leader written all over you. If - you know. Christopher’s too old now. But if you have kids…”
“Another kid.”
“Yeah.”
Eddie’s other arm slips around Buck’s waist. Buck can hear, just barely, the sound of the wind outside. It’s quiet in here. The creak of their boots whenever they shift even slightly. Eddie’s breathing, slow and steady. Buck’s own heartbeat, in his ears.
“I… did I tell you I love you?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says again, softer. Then, cautiously, like a get out of jail free card. “You sounded pretty confused, though.”
“I’m… I’m not.”
Eddie hums against his shoulder. “Tell me again when you don’t have a concussion.”
“Okay.”
Buck’s hand finds Eddie’s in the dark, lacing their fingers together.
WHAT IF EDDIE WAS A FORMER KNIGHT TURNED APOTHECARY AND BUCK WAS A PRINCE WHO HAD BEEN CURSED INTO THE FORM OF A FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON IN BY A WICKED ENCHANTER IN EXCHANGE FOR HIM CURING PRINCE DANIEL OF HIS SICKNESS (philip and margaret weren't sufficiently careful with the wording of their agreement so daniel got sick again and died anyway) (in classic fairy tale style a fairy godmother managed to loophole it so that he's a dragon in the daytime and a human at night so he does manage to get some human socialisation)
@semperama me in bed last night thinking buck dragon thoughts
ok here's my vision: eddie retires from knight stuff after getting injured in a fantasy war, leaves his hometown with christopher (shannon might already be dead, sorry shannon) to move to fantasy los angeles to take over his abuela's apothecary (little cottage outside of the city walls, on the edge of a forest, classic ass apothecary stuff) as she's getting too old to run it and there are brigands in the woods, so she's gonna move into the city to live with pepa. when eddie gets there the city is in uproar because a dragon has ATTACKED THE CITY, killing princess maddie. her parents are sick with grief so the tragically widowed prince doug has bravely taken on the mantle of prince regent in this difficult time. prince doug's first act as regent is to put a bounty out on the dragon, of course. eddie considers going for it, as with that money he could renovate the old cottage and save up a real nest egg for christopher, but his adventuring days are behind him.
MEANWHILE, buck has been framed in a coup led by doug obviously. he believes maddie is dead and he's fled the city. very few people know he exists as king philip didn't want people knowing they have an occasional dragon son (very embarrassing). in the daytime he keeps to his XL quarters, at night he's a ward of the king. there were only a handful of loyal servants sworn to secrecy who knew the truth and doug's had them all killed and burned down a wing of the castle to get rid of anyone who could vouch for buck (rip to those unnamed servants). people in the city are sometimes like '... wasn't there a prince?' and someone replies 'oh you're thinking of prince daniel, he died' 'no, no, I swear there was another one wasn’t there...? I remember the christening?' 'I think you've got confused.'
ANYWAY, dragon buck fled the city and took refuge in the forest. the guards fired off a few arrows that damaged his wings so he couldn't fly far. he's curled up in a sad little dragon ball on the edge of the forest (so he can stare sadly at the city) when christopher stumbles upon him and is immediately like OOOH COOL YOU’RE A DRAGON... oh no you're hurt :( but it's okay because christopher's dad is an apothecary! so he goes to fetch eddie who is immediately like OH SHIT IT'S THE DRAGON and instinctively draws his sword, but the dragon seems... scared? and like it understands him? and well eddie isn't in the practice of slaying frightened beasts, let alone intelligent ones, and christopher is looking up at him so earnestly, so eddie patches up the dragon (and notes the distinctive patch of pink scales over one of its eyes) and even goes hunting for some meat for it. he feels like a fool tossing it a deer carcass when that's good food for idk a week, but the dragon looks so grateful, and it only eats half the carcass before nudging the rest back to eddie.
so night falls and there's a knock at the cottage door, and when eddie cautiously opens the door (remembering the brigands in the forest, although brigands don't typically knock) standing in the doorway is a naked young man looking worse for wear, with a distinctive birthmark over one eye...
so buck's had it drilled into him his whole life that he must never tell anyone who/what it is, that's buckley family rule number one, but on the other hand it seems like his life is over now anyway so he spills his guts to this handsome kind stranger (although buck doesn't know WHY he turns into a dragon, he thinks it's just something he was born with). eddie's like this sounds crazy and the scales/birthmark thing could just be a coincidence but this guy is clearly in need of a warm meal and a place to stay for the night, so he serves up a big bowl of venison pottage and gives buck a spare tunic and leggings, and despite how this guy is clearly Going Through It they wind up having a good long chat into the dead of night. before buck dozes off he tells eddie he'll wake him right before dawn, so eddie can see. and sure enough a few hours later, buck shakes him awake looking pale and sweaty and fully naked again (he's left eddie's clothes neatly folded on the sideboard) and quietly leads eddie outside, and sure enough when the first light breaks over the forest treetops, buck transforms into a dragon. (it looks like it hurts.)
eddie is suitably like 'well shit'. he shoos buck off to hide in his forest clearing again and tells him his abuela might be able to help. so that day he rides into the city to speak to her - on his way through the city, he passes the guard barracks where bounties are posted, and there's a whole crowd of eager adventurers and knights-errant come to slay the dragon. there also wanted posters for the forest brigands, led by a man known as the captain (😉). eddie asks around a little bit about the attack on the city and the royal family etc, then goes to fetch abuela and bring her back to the cottage. she eyes buck up and concludes that this is definitely the result of a curse, but it's a really powerful one, not something she can undo. (eddie murmurs to her that the transformation seems to hurt buck, so she gives him a recipe for something that might help, and pats him on the cheek and tells him he's a good boy.)
so eddie and buck are hanging out!! buck is still in mourning and reeling to learn that he was cursed; he has no idea who would curse a baby or why, and can't imagine his family knew about it or else they would have told him, right?? but still he's having such a nice time getting to run around outside and talk to the diazes!! he's never been in a forest or a cottage or outside of the city walls before. he's never had a friend that wasn't his sister or a servant before. (he feels so guilty that it took his sister dying for him to experience this.) but one day while eddie is at the market or whatever, something happens to christopher, like idk he falls into the river - and buck blows his cover to come fly and rescue him. all the townsolk who are at the market see this bloody great dragon emerging from the forest and maybe try to eat this sweet small child???? buck has to go deeper into the forest to hide (not easy when you're a bloody great dragon). at first eddie regretfully lets him go because he just needs chris to be safe, but chris is absolutely furious and demands they help their friend, and well - it's extremely easy to track the path a bloody great dragon makes in the woods, and eddie can see the adventurers on their way to slay their foe. so he grabs chris and his old sword and legs it into the forest, hoping he might at least be able to delay them long enough for the sun to go down.
buck didn't make it far before the trees grew too close for him to get through, and he's tangled in the branches in a panic when eddie catches up with him. the knights aren't far behind him, and they're really confused to see eddie and christopher there already and extra confused when eddie draws his sword on them and yells at them to abandon their quest. (ravi is one of the knights. these guys aren't monsters, they're people who earnestly believe this dragon attacked the castle. there was a fire! people died! including the princess!)
ravi draws his own sword in confusion, and then an arrow flies through the air and knocks the sword out of his hand. BRIGANDS emerge from the trees. eddie and ravi and the other knights ready themselves for a fight, but then a short woman with her face obscured by a scarf steps forward and says, 'buck, it's me.'
eddie doesn't know who this is, but buck clearly does from the way he stops thrashing around. ravi and his pals all lower their swords, recognising her voice. and sure enough princess maddie tugs her scarf down and runs to her brother
what if buck overcame the constraints of the curse and forced himself to turn into dragonform at will in order to rescue eddie when idk doug pushes him off a tower or something......
"hey toast you stayed up past midnight because you were working on the fic and not because you were procrastinating by making a hideous pattern for a joke cross stitch" have you never met a writer before
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