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    In the distant shores of Watatsumi, a revolution stirs. It awakens slowly in the arms of a woman who gives out her first order. It is an ugly thing that comes to life, frail and fraught with an infectious disease called hope. It jolts forward and crawls in stubborn determination into the cavities of people’s chests. The revolution does not begin with a mighty roar, but a low growl that reverberates with the beating of people’s hearts.

    A series of fics depicting the story of a resistance told in snippets.

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    “Thou art a fool,” says Morgott, “to stay on this path. Thou couldst earn a place in the Roundtable Hold. Or join in service as a knight. There are…other paths to follow. Less painful ones.”

    He looks at the Tarnished, in his bloodstained rags, huddled close to the little fire.

    “Why dost thou fight on, wretched one? What is thine purpose?”

    “To fight,” the man mutters. “To live again, to come back. Like I did before. Like a sore, like a louse, like a roach. Now, let me rest."

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    30 Dec 2025

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    When Akaza miscalculated how much time he had left before the sun would rise during his fight with Kyojuro, he was forced to retreat before he could turn the Flame Pillar into a demon - or kill him. Kyojuro was left gravely injured and the path of recovery would be slow, but he was alive.

    Or, the sun rises a few minutes earlier at the Infinity Train. It changes everything.

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    27 Nov 2025

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    Eddie looks back and forth between Buck and the girl, staring skeptically at one another— like they’re looking in a funhouse mirror.

    The girl opens her mouth to say something but shuts it, eyes widening. She gulps.

    Oh god.

    Oh god, Eddie thinks, as he watches Buck and this teenager form their differing features into the same expression.

    “Uh, hi. Are you Evan Buckley?” she asks finally. She seems to know the answer, but Buck nods slowly. “Well, my name is Quinn Buckley.”

    Any remaining sound in the room is sucked out, and they’re left in a vacuum. Everyone is frozen.

    “I’m your daughter.”

    Buck, Eddie, and Chris have almost found their status quo, when the arrival of a surprise daughter shakes things up.

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    21 Apr 2025

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    Bucklecup: I really like your moustache. it’s very girthy. really solid.

    Eddito: girthy?????????????

    Eddito: did you just text me at 7pm on a wednesday evening to tell me my moustache is GIRTHY????

    Bucklecup: honestly, i’m kinda surprised you haven’t blocked me yet, eds

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    Buck gets drunk-dared to send Eddie one cheeky text every day for 50 days. Eddie loses his mind. TW for the cringiest pickup lines in existence.

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    25 Feb 2025

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    Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.

    But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

    —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—

    So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

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    21 Feb 2025