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2025 Fic Round Up
JAN
Mon Copain | Bucktommy | G | 932 wds
Tommy and Buck are on vacation in the Alps for their second six month anniversary when they get an unpleasent reminder of the first attempt. But this time things are different.
MAY
Home Alone | Salbuck | E | 1507
Just your basic Salbuck smut.
JUNE
Next Thing You Know | salbucktommy | E | Mpreg | 19241 | WIP
After a one night fling gives him some great advice (and a couple of great orgasms), an unknowingly pregnant Buck gets back together with Tommy. Turns out that fling might have known what he was talking about better than anyone anticipated.
AUG
Seasons | bucktommy | G | 1027
The wind is coming. Heâs conscious of it before it even arrives these days. A smell in the air or a sense of something impending. (My entry for the bucktommyzine)
2024 Fic Round Up
Tagged by @loucifersbitch - thank you so much!! đ©·
This year I wrote 20 fics and a total of 36,619 words (I haven't included the 2x Destiel ones here as there's enough to list already!)
JULY
Like A Circus Wheel | saltommy | E | 1432 wds.
"He's insinuating that you're gay." Tommy looks over at Salâs smart-ass smirk and for a second heâs frozen. Salâs expression doesnât change but something in his eyes feels like a challenge.
Show You Off | Bucktommy | E | 2083 wds
âMaybe we should move this to the bedroom?â he murmurs. âOtherwise weâre gonna be giving the neighbours a show.â Buckâs mouth is suddenly bone-dry. Memories of a mis-spent exhibitionist youth suddenly flood back and his breath shallows, mouth falling open a little, cock twitching as he swallows hard. Tommy pulls back and looks him in the eye, eyebrow raised. âOh. You like that idea baby?â
Keys to Fit Our Locks | saltommy | T | 1133 wds.
Tommy comes home to something surprising. Just some soft, silly, sort-of-established Saltommy.
AUG
Every Little Sacrifice | saltommy | E | 3335 wds
Tommy jumps down from the engine the moment it stops, already heading to the gear racks as the rest of the team clamber out behind him, the stench of melted plastic and hot metal surrounding them. He needs to get away from the smell, itâs choking him, filling his throat. He coughs, trying to clear out the memory. Sal flashes him his most charming grin, blue eyes bright in his soot-streaked face, and claps him on the shoulder as he passes. Tommy doesnât stop and doesnât meet his confused gaze, his jaw muscles tick as he bites back the fury thrumming through his veins. He strips off his turnouts in record time and heads up the stairs without a backward glance.
Honey I'm Home | bucktommy | T | 762 wds
âHey honey Iâm home,â Buck murmurs to himself, half-falling through the door into the dark entrance hall of Tommyâs house. The whole day has been a seemingly endless stream of small, silly calls, each bell draining more and more of his energy, leaving him a shell of the man he was when he left that morning. It had been a great morning too. Two orgasms before heâd even had his coffee had seemed like a pretty promising start to the day and then heâd spent most of his shift on a constant simmer, half hard in his turnouts because his boyfriend, who was having the opposite sort of day at work, decided it would be a good idea to send him shirtless selfies taken in the Harbor locker room that would have been rejected from the firefighter calendar for being too pornographic.
Calendar Boy | bucktommy | E | 2505 wds
âWhatâs up baby?â Tommy asks, concerned, walking over to kiss the side of his head. âItâs the most insufferable time of the year,â Hen mutters, not looking up. Tommy looks down at the photos covering the table and stops short, blinking in surprise. Oh. âItâs the LAFD calendar,â Evan says, as if that explains everything, which, in a way Tommy supposes it does. Tommyâs eyes widen as he takes in the piles of pictures of semi-- and, in some cases, more than semi-- naked Evan that are spread across it. He swallows awkwardly, his tongue all of a sudden seeming too big for his mouth, and manages an only-slightly-strangled, âOh?â
Solace | bucktommy | T | 615 wds
Buck comes home to Tommy after a very bad day.
SEPT
Nicknames | saltommy | M | 529 wds
A few nicknames, endearments and insults from Sal and Tommyâs relationship.
Desk Defying | saltommy | E | 2478 wds
Sal and Tommy decide to take out their frustrations on top of Gerrard's desk.
Riding Up Front | bucktommy | E | 5511 wds
Buck is outside in the yard, blasting the engine with the high pressure hose and entertaining murderous fantasies of turning the hose on Gerrard and blowing him through a fucking wall. The bastard is on the warpath today as usual, finding a seemingly endless list of pointless tasks for each of them. When Tommy arrives unexpectedly it dawns on Buck that the engine is conveniently just out of sight, pulled around the side of the firehouse and the rest of the crew are occupied and a terrible, brilliant and honestly somewhat familiar plan forms in his mind.
When you're tastin what he's drinkin (are you thinkin bout me?)
bucktommy w/ past saltommy | M | 1893 wds
Sal runs into Tommy with Buck at a bar and drags up old memories.
OCT
If It Comes Back | saltommy | E | 3773 wds
Tommy & Sal reconnect at a wedding.
NOV
A Quiet Night In | bucktommy | T | 1190 wds
Just some fluff & cuddles - post 8x6 comfort
DEC
Flashover | bucktommy | G | 2724 wds
When his phone rang this evening he was on the floor in front of his couch, in the middle of another fifty push-ups, TV on in the background playing a show that he couldn't have named or described if someone put a gun to his head. He didn't pick it up, didn't even glance at it, just let it vibrate its way across the table and fall on the floor. The third time it rang he finally picked it up, annoyed, and glanced at the caller ID. Sal Deluca. Jesus Christ, talk about a blast from the past. He'd answered it without even thinking. "Sal?" "Kinard. Open your door. It's pissing rain out here."
You Should Probably Leave | saltommy | E | 2347 wds
âDoesnât look like itâs coming back on anytime soon.â Tommy says, looking out of the window at the dark street. âItâs the whole block at least.â He turns back to Sal who is spread out on his couch, beer bottle in one hand, one foot on the floor. âAh shit, guess Iâll just have to stay here then huh?â Sal smirks, eyebrow raised as he stretches his arms above his head so his t-shirt rides up, exposing the trail of dark hair that disappears under his waistband. Behind him on the table a candle lantern flickers, deepening the shadows and planes of his features, casting crawling shapes over the walls. Tommy's throat is dry, he swallows hard. He already knows how the rest of this night goes. How it always goes.
Taken | saltommy | M | 884 wds
Jack shakes his hand, holding it just a fraction too long, smiling up at him almost shyly. "Hi Tommy. Sooo, I know this is kind of a cliche butâŠumâŠwould you maybe like to get a drink sometime? With-with me?" "Kinard! Get your ass back on the truck!" Sal's voice snaps out. Tommy tries not to laugh for Jack's sake. "Jack, you seem great but Iâ" Jack sighs. "Figures. You're clearly way too hot to be available. Ah well I had to try, right?" "Kinard!"
10 Weddings and No Funerals | saltommy | T (will go up) | WIP
In order to survive a summer of wedding fever, longtime friends, Tommy and Sal, agree to be each other's plus one at every wedding they've been invited to. AU based on Plus One (2019).
Kisses | saltommy | G | series WIP
Some replies to the kisses prompt meme on Tumblr. Currently all saltommy - may add some bucktommy later. Rating may change.
Here's to a creative 2025!
Tagging - @rdng1230 @littlepaws9 @bucksbignaturals @fuselsstuff @peppermintquartz @bangpop91 @nine-one-wanton @girlwonder-writes @thecarrott @judymarch15 @racerchix21 @weewookinard @loulou-land and literally anyone else I know or who sees this and wants to do it. My brain is shutting down now lol.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!!



















