#118fic

buck/eddie, 118 as family. 12578 words. complete. rated g. día de los muertos. dead bobby nash.

It's late October when Eddie finally pulls the box from the linen closet. Christopher usually starts this process with him, but he's spending the night with Pepa. He'll work with her to set hers up tonight, hearing new stories about Eddie's family from his tía. Here, though? They've got a new roommate. And it's Buck's first Día de Los Muertos as a member of the Diaz household. An hour or so later, Buck breezes through the door and catches Eddie with his hands full of wrinkled tablecloths. "Are you going to be late for the ball, Cinderella?" Buck asks joyfully, kicking off his shoes and dropping his keys in the bowl on the side table. It's been a tough year for them, especially Buck, but they're finding joy where they can. Even on those mornings when Buck and Eddie wake up wrapped in each others arms but can't bear to talk about why, they still choose joy. "Ha ha," Eddie retorts. "Go grab the iron, would you?" He plops the pile of table linens on the couch and brings one to the ironing board. By the time he's got the wax-stained tablecloth laid out just right, Buck's in sync next to him, plugging in the iron. "So, tablecloths? Are we expecting someone for dinner?" "Nope," Eddie calls back, wandering into the kitchen and back again, with a few pieces of newspaper in his hands. "I'm setting up the ofrenda and wondered if you'd like to help me." "Like, for Día de Los Muertos?" "The one and only."