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Interconnected one-shots set in the same canon divergent AU. Can generally be read as stand-alone fics.
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Guitars and Memories by PrincessMeggala0913
Fandoms: The Lost Boys: A New Musical-Arden & Wilson, The Lost Boys (Movies)
09 Apr 2026
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*DISCLAIMER*
I HAVE NOT SEEN THE SHOW IN PERSON! I am only going off other's reviews, the show audio recording, AND THE PICTURE OF DAVID(Ali) AND MICHAEL(LJ) WITH THE GUITAR!"Don't look at the strings, Michael. Lookit me......."
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Michael goes back to the warehouse after the events of the musical...
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“Nice to meet you,” Eddie nods to them both, eyes sliding to Captain Nash’s other side, where the fourth member of their little team stands. He’s the youngest of them, positioned with his chest puffed out and arms crossed.
Eddie knows his type—insecure guys who get all threatened when someone intrudes on their territory. It’s an unsurprisingly common archetype among young werewolves.
“Evan Buckley,” he says. “Buck.”
He holds out a hand for Eddie to shake, as the name clicks for Eddie—the one Captain Nash had been on the edge of warning him about. Terrorizer of probies, more than likely.
And he’s cold. It’s a sharp contrast to Eddie’s naturally higher body heat, and he’s sure that it’s a strange sensation for both of them. When he breathes in a little deeper to check, seeking out Buck’s scent, he stills. The coppery smell is strong, overwhelmingly so. Buck is cold, and pale, and slimmer than Eddie would expect a firefighter his age to be.
or; eddie is a werewolf new to la, with a coworker who smells a lot like his natural enemy
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Evan Buckley was intimately familiar with death. It hung in the air around him, lived under his skin.
It was the reason he'd been born in the first place.
Maybe it had seemed like some awful cosmic joke to his parents when they'd found out the source of his magic. It could have been anything.
It just had to be death.Eddie Diaz doesn't know how to be a werewolf.
Which is unfortunate, given he's been one all his life. He brought his son to LA to get away from it all, but he couldn't run from what he was.Or:
Death Mage Buck and Werewolf Eddie find one another at the 118. -
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“Eddie, you’re scaring me,” Buck says in the quiet of the room. “Do you-- do you know what day it is?”
“Friday,” Eddie answers, tongue thick like his throat is stuffed with cotton.
“Yeah,” Buck confirms. “And-- do you know my full name?”
Eddie swallows. “Evan Buckley,” he says definitively, but--
He finally turns to look at Buck’s face, and it’s like he’s waiting for Eddie to keep going. Like Eddie had gotten it wrong. Buck’s face melts, his brows pinched together, and Eddie--
He doesn’t know what the hell is going on.
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Eddie loves every version of Buck. And Buck? Well, he’s starting to realize every version of Buck loves him right back. If only Eddie could get back home to tell him that.