Welcome to my Buddie Fic Rec List!
Since I read so many Buddie fics, and some of them are so good, I thought I’d share them in some handy lists. I’ll be posting them in different categories, and you will be able to find all the posts HERE.
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Buddie Fic Rec: "Lightning Strike / Buck's Coma".
Fics that are dealing with episodes 6.10 and 6.11 aka Buck getting hit by lightning and his subsequent coma. (Speculation as well as canon compliant)
It only falls into place when you're falling to pieces, by justhockey || 4759 words ||
“You don’t deserve him,” Eddie says. “You never have, and you never will.”
And then he hangs up the phone and lets out a ragged breath - one it sounds like he’s been holding for much longer than the length of that conversation.
It makes Buck’s fingers itch with the urge to reach out and touch him. He’s reached through fire and over cliff sides, across blood-soaked asphalt and between a decades worth of trauma, all for Eddie. This - this is nothing.
one more tomorrow, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 4438 words ||
He presses Buck’s hand into his forehead and breathes in the scent of antiseptic that lingers on Buck’s skin. He doesn't understand how he missed so many clues, doesn't know how he's been so clueless. But he thinks that some part of him did know that he was in love with Buck, because he put him in his will and made him Christopher’s guardian. Some part of him, deep down, knew what Eddie himself didn’t even realize.
He exhales and squeezes Buck’s hand again. It’s not supposed to be like this – the will doesn’t cover this. It was never supposed to be Buck that goes first.
“Bobby,” he whispers, voice cracking as he closes his eyes against the dorsum of Buck’s hand again. “What am I going to do?” -- Or, in the hospital, Eddie waits, and thinks, and dreams.
coming back as we are, by markofalover (@markofalover) || 4178 words ||
“Hey, Buck,” Maddie cuts in, soft. “Evan. Look at me.”
Buck looks at her. His heart rate is up, he can hear it on the monitor, and the nurse is looking between them with a raised brow. He’ll have to remember to apologize later, after he gets to his—
“They’re in the waiting room.”
...or, wherever he was, Buck comes back.
the tide comes (and goes and goes), by renecdote (@renecdote) || 3402 words ||
It’s almost funny that Eddie brought him to the beach today. To the ocean. He doesn’t know—can’t know, Buck hasn’t told anyone—but Buck feels unbearably seen by it anyway. He almost wishes Bobby was here too, so he could let his captain wrap an arm around his shoulders and say, “See? It didn’t take either of us.”
(That’s not true though, is it? It took them, it just didn’t keep them.)
Buck, Eddie, the beach, and conversations about okay.
For BTHB: hyperventilating
like the peel clings to the pomegranate, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 3482 words ||
Buck startles awake to Chris prying his eye open. Chris’s concerned expression swims into his vision as both eyes adjust, squinting at the morning sun streaming in through the window.
“You’ve been sleeping for fourteen hours,” Chris deadpans. Buck is still half asleep, but he catches the slight waver in his voice, can see his eyebrows furrowed as he watches Buck carefully. “You went to bed at seven last night, and now it’s nine in the morning.”
“Nine in the morning, huh?” Buck’s own voice resembles more of a croak as he sits up, muscles aching and head still throbbing. It’s all a result of being struck by lightning and in a coma for a few days, he knows, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
But what he does like is the smell of Eddie’s sheets, the pictures of him and Eddie and Chris on Eddie’s bedroom walls. He likes the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him in the middle of the night, making sure that he’s okay and breathing.
“Christopher.” Eddie’s voice hisses through the crack in the bedroom door. “I told you not to bother him.” -- Or, Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.
Raise my hand before I can speak my mind, by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 1696 words ||
“My name’s Eddie, by the way. Eddie Diaz.”
“Buck,” Evan says in response, before frowning. He’s never introduced himself as Buck in his entire life. “Uh—I mean—my name is Evan but…"
“But your friends call you Buck?”
Evan wants to say no, actually, because they don't. The youngest Buckley sibling has always gone by his first name, or his full surname. Never anything in between. The closest he’s ever come to having a nickname is when kids like to call him Mr Bee! And he buzzes back in response, but….Buck? No, that’s...that's new..
Eddie meets his son's favorite teacher, although it's not technically their first meeting at all... aka a coma!dream meet-cute.
let me know you (bedhead and morning breath), by burnthatbridge (@burnthatbridge) || 6157 words ||
When Eddie wakes, it’s to Buck’s arm slung across his chest, Buck’s ankle hooked over his, and Buck’s erection pressing into his hip.
Two out of three of those aren’t unusual.
It’s six weeks since the lightning. Five weeks and two days since Buck woke up. Four weeks and three days since he was released from hospital. Four weeks exactly since he came home, came to stay at the Diaz house while he recuperates, like he should have from the start.
It’s been three weeks and four days since they started sharing the bed.
or: Buck hasn't gotten off since the lightning strike. Eddie watches him do something about it.
Fragile lines (and wasted time), by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 7457 words ||
“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin.
But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed.
“I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed..
While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.
Just to know you is to love you, by justhockey || 3730 words ||
As he’s about to climb the ladder he looks up, and for a moment it’s not a bright summer day and there isn’t a burning building in front of him.
He looks up, and for a second the sky is dark, and it’s cold and wet and stormy, and Buck…Buck is hanging from the ladder, a red harness the only thing keeping him suspended. He’s lifeless, the only movement in the gentle sway of his body. He’s dead. Buck is dead, or he’s dying, and Eddie needs to get to him. He needs to -
A bright summer day. A house fire. One of hundreds. Thousands, probably. Eddie is in control; Eddie is always in control.
where our eyes are never closing, by withoutthetiger (@rewritetheending) || 6614 words ||
Set in 6b, anytime after 6x12. No spec, just me rolling around in the aftermath of the lightning strike.
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I will be adding my own fics that fit the category, in case you want to read those too:
lights will guide you home, by Finduilas || 916 words ||
Buck and Eddie have a talk after Buck gets back from the hospital.
