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Title:\u00a0<\/strong>Chasing Stars
\nSeries: <\/strong>Written in the Stars\u00a0<\/a>
\nAuthor: <\/strong>Twigen
\nFandoms:\u00a0<\/strong>9-1-1, X-Men Universe, The Sentinel
\nRelationship:\u00a0<\/strong>Evan “Buck” Buckley\/Eddie Diaz
\nRating:\u00a0<\/strong>PG-13
\nGenre:\u00a0<\/strong>Romance, Shifters, Mutants, Alternate Universe, Fusion
\nWarnings: <\/strong>None
\nTags: <\/strong>Genderfluid Character, Alternate Universe – Shapeshifters, Gender Identity, Gender or Sex Swap, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe – Fusion, Alternate Universe – Sentinels and Guides Are Known, X-Men References, Alternate Universe – X-Men Fusion, Alternate Universe – Mutants
\nWord Count: <\/strong>8509
\nAuthor Notes:\u00a0<\/strong>Written for Big Moxie 2022 \u2013 Quarter 1: Canon Divergence; Inspired by a prompt from the Malec Discord server.
\nLink to AO3:<\/strong> Read the story on Archive of Our Own here<\/a> or on Story Posts.
\nSummary: <\/strong>Buck is a shifter who is literally genderfluid, both physically and in terms of identity, looking for a long-term relationship. When Buck and Eddie meet, they’re instantly drawn together and Eddie seems like Buck’s perfect match.<\/p>\n

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Written for Big Moxie 2022 \u2013 Quarter 2: Fusion\/The Sentinel.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m handwaving a lot of things with this. One, because if I think about it too long, I\u2019ll start to fall down a rabbit hole of social ramifications, so we\u2019re just going to assume that most of the mutant rights stuff happened decades ago. At the point this story begins, mutants are supposed to be treated equally in society, but there is still a segment of the population that are prejudiced bigots and mutants are no exception to negative treatment by them.<\/p>\n

But there is no segregation of mutants from non-mutants or any special registry singling them out. We\u2019ll pretend that, in this AU, humans actually learned something from history.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m blending facets of The X-Men universe and Sentinel fanon into this story, but the backbone is 9-1-1.<\/p>\n

This feels like a lot of narrative\/exposition at the start, but this is going to kick off a series of fics across Rough Trade in July and my Big Moxie Quarter 3 story.<\/p>\n

I’m personally somewhere on the genderfluid spectrum, but I lean more towards gender-neutral. I identify as she\/her because that’s what matches the outer packaging, but I’ve never felt super-feminine or super-masculine, so I never really thought about using any other pronouns until just recently. I’ve been she\/her for more than 40 years, so it’s comfortable. This story is about a character that is truly fluid along the spectrum and is also a shapeshifter with the ability to change to match the outer packaging to the inner self.<\/p>\n

Gender and sexuality are such personal experiences and no two are alike.<\/p>\n

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Buck has a secret.<\/p>\n

His birth family knows.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a reason he hasn\u2019t spoken to any of them in years. It\u2019s the same reason he was essentially discarded after he\u2019d served his purpose. Daniel was whole and healthy again. Maddie was the only daughter.<\/p>\n

Kind of.<\/p>\n

In all of their sciencing, building a baby made to order for spare parts, his parents hadn\u2019t bothered to make their preferences known regarding the mutant X gene as long as everything else they needed for the perfect match for Daniel was right. Whether it was because they didn\u2019t realize it was a possibility in their own DNA or not, it hadn\u2019t occurred to them that they needed to be concerned about it. Their family had a history of Sentinels and Guides rather than mutants, so it hadn\u2019t been a top worry for them.<\/p>\n

Buck had no memory of his earliest years. He had no real way to know if his parents had loved him before he manifested his mutation the first time. Maddie had always tried to convince him that they loved him, but he never really believed her. Daniel didn\u2019t lie to him, at least, but he was so busy being a Sentinel these days that it didn\u2019t surprise Buck to not hear from the Buckley middle child.<\/p>\n

By the time he was three, Buck had manifested his gift for the first time. Margaret Buckley refused to have any further contact with the abomination they\u2019d built.<\/p>\n

At first, she\u2019d thought someone was playing a prank, replacing Buck with a kitten. But then he\u2019d shifted back right in front of her, and she\u2019d understood. After that, Buck rarely saw his mother or father. It had been a nanny taking care of him. He\u2019d been isolated from his siblings for the most part; between going to school and the age difference between the two oldest and the youngest, they rarely saw each other. Buck didn\u2019t really know them, though he did have some hazy memories of playing with them in the grass.<\/p>\n

At least the Buckleys had lost the malpractice suit against the doctor that had created him. The courts had ruled that the doctor had fulfilled the contract, which had stipulated a baby genetically compatible with Daniel Buckley. The doctor delivered that. It came out in court, though, that the doctor also had a habit of\u2026doing a little more manipulating than was strictly necessary. The doctor was from a family filled with mutants, and there was something about underlying resentment towards the rest of so-called \u201cnormal\u201d society that he had a vendetta against. It ended with the doctor losing his license due to unethical practices, but they hadn\u2019t gotten a penny from that lawsuit because he\u2019d met the terms of the contract with the Buckleys.<\/p>\n

As soon as they\u2019d been able, Buck had been shipped off to boarding school, Xavier\u2019s School for Gifted Youngsters – for \u201cpeople like him\u201d – and hadn\u2019t heard from his parents since.<\/p>\n

It had been a devastating loss to child-Evan, but Buck had long since come to terms with his parents\u2019 inability to love him. Boarding school had probably saved him from a lot of family trauma, honestly. Of course, he\u2019d had to deal with growing up with a bunch of kids, sometimes cruel kids, but he\u2019d also developed some long-lasting friendships that had seen him through his wanderings.<\/p>\n

Buck had done his best to keep in touch with his siblings, but they weren\u2019t close. Once Daniel had been fixed, there hadn\u2019t really been a place for him in the family. His brother and sister wrote to him when he was away, but they were nearly a decade older, and they just didn\u2019t have that much in common.<\/p>\n

The kids he\u2019d grown up with were more family than the one he\u2019d been born into. Even the ones he hadn\u2019t really gotten along with, Buck would still help them if it was needed, and he knew the reverse was the same.<\/p>\n

The mutant community was generally like that. When you made bonds with others, you had each other\u2019s backs, regardless of how long or how far apart you had grown. There had been too much societal upheaval over the last 50 years for that not to be the case. Things had settled down, thanks to the actions of people like Dr. Xavier and his team. While mutants were fully equal under the law, there were still prejudiced bigots everywhere, and it wasn\u2019t always obvious who they were. Coming out as a mutant could still be dangerous, so many still chose to hide their gifts. Sadly, it had become something of a \u201cdon\u2019t ask, don\u2019t tell\u201d situation in most circles.<\/p>\n

Buck had always felt that contradicted the efforts to eliminate the bigotry, but he would be a hypocrite if he gave anyone else a hard time about it, considering his own choice to keep things secret from most people. He had only informed HR, and it wasn\u2019t something that was disclosed unless he chose to do so.<\/p>\n

After all his wandering, he\u2019d finally found a place to call home in Los Angeles. He\u2019d decided to keep his ability quiet because he didn\u2019t want to create any situations he couldn\u2019t easily avoid. At least until he knew whether or not he could trust the ones he thought he might tell. And now, here he was. A firefighter for the LAFD. He hadn\u2019t felt so at home since graduating from high school. And he still hadn\u2019t told them his secret.<\/p>\n

Maybe one day soon, though, because his inability to be all of himself in front of others was starting to cause problems.<\/p>\n

Buck had been feeling the itch to shift under his skin for days. He\u2019d almost missed something on the last call of the day because he was distracted by the need to shift. To touch and be touched. He hadn\u2019t been with anyone in a while, and it was getting to him. The others teased him for how many encounters he\u2019d had, but they couldn\u2019t understand. He knew that was because he hadn\u2019t let them in, but he just wasn\u2019t ready. The last time he\u2019d told someone in the hopes of building a relationship, it had gone so poorly that it had damaged something in him.<\/p>\n

After he got home, Buck stripped and took a shower. Midway through, he shifted, feeling the water sluice through hair that was suddenly longer and over breasts that jutted out and away from her body.<\/p>\n

As the water washed away the remnants of her more masculine self, Buck reached for the razor and quickly shaved her legs and armpits. As always, she was amused that all of her hair shifted over – and then some. Why her hair grew as it did when she shifted forms was a mystery to her. It always seemed to come back to the same length.<\/p>\n

Quickly finishing, Buck dressed in the midnight blue dress that had finally arrived the day before. She loved how feminine it was, perfectly suiting the way she felt at the moment. She was usually more androgynous in both of her human bodies, neither overtly masculine nor feminine despite her physical appearance. It had taken her a very long time to find a way to describe herself.<\/p>\n

Genderfluid, both inside and out.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, she felt like a boy.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, she felt like a girl.<\/p>\n

Usually, she felt indifferent, neither masculine nor feminine, regardless of the skin she wore.<\/p>\n

She was even indifferent about pronouns. From the start, she\u2019d been comfortable with either set or the more gender-neutral ones. People usually defaulted to the physical appearance of whichever form she wore, which had always suited her just fine. It\u2019s not like she usually walked around thinking of herself in the third person.<\/p>\n

But no one in her current life knew both sides of the coin that made up Evan \u201cBuck\u201d Buckley. They knew a hot firefighter either at work or interested in a moment of her life.<\/p>\n

And that had always been fine, but she couldn\u2019t deny that she longed for something more.<\/p>\n

Buck wanted a relationship where it didn\u2019t matter what side of the coin was showing; the love and desire would be the same. It was a pipe dream, nothing more than an undeserved fantasy.<\/p>\n

Buck\u2019s own parents hadn\u2019t been able to stand the duality of her nature. Why would anyone else?<\/p>\n

Maybe if she\u2019d been able to stay in the male skin she\u2019d been born in\u2026maybe then they wouldn\u2019t have sent her away. But even that didn\u2019t ring true. There had been other shifters at her school, shifters that had multiple animal forms and other human forms, but Buck was the only one he knew of who had a form of a gender different from their prime form. All of them were still at the school of mutants with Buck, away from their families in the same way. Being a single gender hadn\u2019t mattered for them, so there was no guarantee that anything would have been different for Buck.<\/p>\n

Plus, then she would have been trapped in her male form all the time, never able to express the feminine side of her being fully. She wasn\u2019t sure having her family in her life was worth it if it meant giving up this gift.<\/p>\n

With one last glance in the mirror, Buck slipped her feet into the strappy heels that went with the dress and grabbed her handbag before strolling out the door.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Buck leaned back against the bar, sipping on the beer she\u2019d ordered and letting the bar\u2019s atmosphere sink into her skin as she relaxed. The music at this place was good, which was always one of the main appeals for her. So far, she\u2019d had a variety of men and women try to chat her up, but none of them had really sparked for her yet.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t sure that anyone would actually spark tonight, not with her current mood. Sex had always been something that Buck enjoyed, whether she was male or female, and regardless of the gender of the person she was with.<\/p>\n

Tonight, her thoughts kept coming back to the same problem. She wanted a long-term relationship with someone where she could be candid about all the layers that made her up. Since that was unlikely to happen, Buck decided to go with the flow and see how the night went. If she found someone, that was great. Otherwise, she was just going to enjoy herself.<\/p>\n

Tossing the rest of her beer back, she put the empty bottle back on the counter and started weaving through the crowds. It was time for a dance.<\/p>\n

The music pumping through the room sank into her bones, and Buck deliberately brushed away all the thoughts she couldn\u2019t do anything about at the moment. Right now, the music was her date. Slowly, the rest of the tension she\u2019d been feeling all week leeched away as she let the music wash through her, dancing in the crowd alone. This was precisely what she had wanted.<\/p>\n

Time passed. People joined her briefly and then flitted away as they didn\u2019t find whatever it was they were looking for. When her eyes opened again, Buck saw a truly beautiful man watching her from the bar. His dark eyes burned into her as she continued dancing, and she sent a small smile his way before letting the music take her into the dance again.<\/p>\n

When she opened her eyes again, the man was gone, and Buck felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if she should have gone over to him instead of letting him disappear.<\/p>\n

Her disappointment disappeared a moment later when the man slipped into the space in front of her with his own smile. He held a hand out to her, asking without words for the dance. She placed her hand in his and let him pull her close as they moved to the music together. It had been a very long time, if ever, since she\u2019d felt so drawn to someone she hadn\u2019t even exchanged a word with.<\/p>\n

The next couple of songs passed without conversation, but their eyes kept straying back to each other. There was something almost magnetic about the man, and her skin tingled beneath her dress where his hands lingered. He hadn\u2019t made any move to grope her, but he had definitely not shied away from touching her.<\/p>\n

Finally, he jerked his head towards the bar and raised an eyebrow in question. Buck had to hold herself back from running her hands through his floofy hair as a section draped over his slightly glistening forehead. It was ridiculously appealing, including the sweat he\u2019d worked up in the press of bodies dancing. She nodded instead and took the hand he held out, letting him lead her through the crowd towards the bar.<\/p>\n

For a few moments, they said nothing, both working on catching their breath as they waited for the bartender to notice their arrival.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Eddie,\u201d he said, still looking at her with bottomless brown eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvan,\u201d she replied, leaning a little closer. \u201cIt\u2019s very nice to meet you, Eddie.\u201d<\/p>\n

The bartender came over and took their orders for drinks. Their attention turned back to each other, and Buck looked at Eddie up close in the bar\u2019s dim light. The music still thrummed through them, and the lights from the dance floor flashed against his skin in fascinating patterns that kept her looking longer than was perhaps polite.<\/p>\n

Still, the volume of the music created a great excuse to lean closer to him so she could speak in his ear. His cologne filled her senses as Buck leaned in, letting her catch a whiff of the exotic scent that was definitely in agreement with his biochemistry.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust going to say it, you smell amazing for someone who\u2019s been dancing for a while,\u201d Buck said with what she hoped was a flirty grin.<\/p>\n

Eddie grinned back and dimples added to the already appealing package he presented. \u201cThank you,\u201d he said, glancing down.<\/p>\n

He had an adorable blend of bashful confidence that Buck found endearing. How was he so compelling to her? They\u2019d barely exchanged a handful of words. Their bodies had done most of the speaking for them so far. Apparently, whatever his body was telling hers was right on the money.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou dance\u2026really well,\u201d Eddie said, then grimaced slightly. \u201cWow, all right. Small talk is not my forte if you haven\u2019t guessed already.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck grinned at him. \u201cThat\u2019s all right. You\u2019ve got more than enough going for you,\u201d she said over the music, giving him a sly once-over from head to toe. \u201cI think we\u2019ll have to push through some small talk, though. I really want to get to know you better.\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned back again as the bartender brought their drinks over and took a sip. Here\u2019s hoping he wouldn\u2019t think she was coming on too strong. But she did want to get to know him better, both his personality and physically. The physical attraction she felt to him was powerful, and she hoped that getting to know his personality would only strengthen that attraction. It would be nice to meet someone who was all-around great for a change.<\/p>\n

Eddie took a sip of his drink and leaned closer to speak in her ear. \u201cShould we head out to the patio for a bit? We\u2019ll be able to hear better.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck nodded and picked her drink up, accepting the hand he held out as they weaved their way through the crowded floor.<\/p>\n

The change in atmosphere when they stepped onto the club\u2019s patio was almost too abrupt, and Buck stumbled slightly as the pressure in her ears abated. Eddie\u2019s hand drifted up to her elbow to offer a bit of stability, and he left it there as they moved over to one of the high-top tables along the railing that had just emptied. The pair stood next to the table, sipping their drinks and letting their ears reacclimatize to much quieter sound levels.<\/p>\n

Moments passed, and Buck leaned forward. \u201cHave you been in LA long?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

Eddie shook his head, leaning forward as well and resting his elbows on the table. \u201cNot too long, actually. I just moved here a few months ago for work.\u201d He huffed a slight chuckle before saying, \u201cI\u2019m staying with my Abuela at the moment while I finish training. Don\u2019t think less of me for that, all right? I\u2019m in the process of looking for my own place now that I know the area a bit better.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck just laughed. \u201cI think that\u2019s very smart. Los Angeles is such a large city, and it\u2019s hard to know which areas are worth living in until you\u2019ve been here and had a chance to explore.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do you live?\u201d Eddie asked, then cringed. \u201cSorry! I didn\u2019t\u2026 I\u2019m not asking for your address, just the general part of town?\u201d he clarified.<\/p>\n

Buck laughed again, charmed by his awkwardness. Gods knew she had her own brand of awkward that he would see eventually. She grinned. \u201cI\u2019m close to Echo Park. I really like the area.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie leaned forward again, smiling at her, eyes soft in the soft light of the patio. \u201cSo, how long have you been here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGoing on two years, now,\u201d she said and sipped at her drink again. \u201cI wandered the country for a bit before ending up here. It\u2019s my favorite place so far. Where\u2019d you come from?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTexas. El Paso, specifically. My parents moved there after my sister was born and had the rest of us, but most of my dad\u2019s family is still in LA, which is why I decided to head here,\u201d Eddie rambled.<\/p>\n

They continued with very generic getting-to-know-you talk while they finished their drinks, then Eddie looked at his watch and frowned at the time.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, I need to get going. I have a very early start tomorrow morning,\u201d Eddie said, and the disappointment on his face made it clear how much he didn\u2019t want to leave. \u201cCan I give you my number? I\u2019d really like to see you again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck smiled softly. \u201cI\u2019d like that, too. Give me your number, and I\u2019ll text you,\u201d she said. Her time with Eddie so far had been one of the best interactions she\u2019d had in a very long time. Perhaps ever, if she looked at all of her past relationships honestly.<\/p>\n

What was it about this man that so drew her in? He was magnetic, and Buck was glad to know he seemed to feel the same way.<\/p>\n

Eddie grinned at Buck, and the way his face lit up at the simple statement made Buck\u2019s heart flutter. He was such a beautiful man.<\/p>\n

A few moments later, Buck had sent a text to his number, and he reached out for her hand. Buck had gripped his hand and then felt heat flush across her face in a blush as he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. She\u2019d never had someone do that for her before, and something about it sent shockwaves of delight through her body.<\/p>\n

He grinned at her once again, squeezing her hand gently before backing away. Eventually, he had to break eye contact with her, so he didn\u2019t run into anything as he left. Buck felt the loss keenly, but he did present a very attractive view for her to watch as he walked away.<\/p>\n

The events of that evening were not at all what she\u2019d expected when she\u2019d left her apartment. It had turned out so much better than she\u2019d dared hope. There was part of Buck that worried it would all turn into so much dust once she woke up, ephemeral moments of potential bliss slipping out of her grasp.<\/p>\n

Reaching out, she picked up her glass and finished it before heading home. The club held no more appeal for her, and she also had work the next day, though not as early as Eddie, from the sounds of it.<\/p>\n

As she unlocked her door, she felt her phone buzz with a message, and Buck felt a frisson of excitement at the idea that Eddie might already be texting her. Was it too much to hope that she could finally meet someone else who felt the same potentiality from their encounter that she did? Buck didn\u2019t think so.<\/p>\n

She kicked her heels off and scooped them up by the straps, trying to fish her phone out of the small cross-body handbag she\u2019d carried that evening at the same time with mixed results. One of the shoes fell to the floor with a thump. She ignored it as she keyed her phone on to look at the notifications. Sure enough, Eddie had texted her.<\/p>\n

Hi, Evan. I really enjoyed meeting you tonight and
\nI would love to see you again. Do you have any free
\nnights this week? We could get dinner.<\/em><\/p>\n

Buck felt her smile stretch further across her face as she started texting back.<\/p>\n

I have work for the next few days but we
\ncould meet Wednesday at 7?<\/em><\/p>\n

Great! Italian, Mexican, or Greek? I<\/em>\u00a0\u2019ll find a place
\nand make reservations.<\/em><\/p>\n

Surprise me. I love all of those choices. \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n

As you wish, my lady. \ud83d\ude09<\/em><\/p>\n

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Buck couldn\u2019t stop smiling like a loon at her phone. Every time she looked, something else about Eddie struck her as endearing. He used legitimate punctuation in his text messages. It was adorable. Buck couldn\u2019t remember the last time she\u2019d felt so romanced, and she hoped with everything she had that nothing would make this all fall apart.<\/p>\n

Her smile faded as she slumped onto her bed. If this thing with Eddie went anywhere, she\u2019d have to tell him her secret before it got too serious. There was so much at stake, but Buck would sit with the giddiness for a minute. She deserved that much, at least, after looking for someone for so long.<\/p>\n

Anxiety twisted her stomach despite Buck\u2019s resolve to enjoy the moment. The fear of what could happen to wreck everything when she told Eddie about her status as a mutant and the gender of her prime form had her up and pacing across the room. Buck tried to practice the breathing exercises her therapist had recommended for when the anxiety spiked, and, thankfully, it did help.<\/p>\n

The relationship was so new it was still an acquaintance. There was so much Buck needed to learn about Eddie before she could share her truth with him. But she would do it soon, that much she knew. Her feelings were already too stirred up to take a chance on getting too deep without knowing if it would all fall apart before it had a chance to really get started.<\/p>\n

Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Tennyson quote popped into her head, and Buck nodded. \u201cYes. But within reason,\u201d she said aloud and was glad no one was around to see her talking to herself. \u201cBetter to love and lose it, but I\u2019m going to take all the steps I can to make sure I don\u2019t lose it. Or if I do, that I don\u2019t love too hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

With one last deep breath, Buck nodded firmly to herself and began stripping out of her clothes and putting them aside to be washed. The bed was next, and she pulled the covers off, moving them around until they made a cozy nest. She was going to sleep in her leopard form tonight. It would help give her some distance from the thoughts of the date and actually let her get to sleep.<\/p>\n

She went to the kitchen for a glass of water and filled it once before draining it and filling it again. There had only been a few drinks, but better to get some extra hydration to ward off any possible hangover effects in the morning. The glass thunked gently on the nightstand, and she turned on the white noise machine in the corner before shifting and hopping gracefully onto the bed with four feet.<\/p>\n

Buck nudged the covers around some more before settling into a ball, long tail wrapping comfortably around his body. He yawned, mouth opening far wider in this form to show off sharp feline teeth, and a quiet roary-growl noise rumbled from him as he settled back into the bed.<\/p>\n

Thoughts of the night flitted through his mind as he slowly let the white noise draw him into slumber.<\/p>\n

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By the time Wednesday rolled around, Buck was a ball of nervous energy. His shift at the station had finished at noon, and he\u2019d been tearing through his closet trying to decide what to wear that evening. At times like this, he desperately wished he had a local friend who was aware of his genderfluid-shifter nature and could lend some moral support.<\/p>\n

Alas, that was not Buck\u2019s current life.<\/p>\n

Instead, he\u2019d pulled out half his stash of feminine clothes and flipped through them. He needed to go shopping, that was for sure. Nothing was quite what he wanted, but there really wasn\u2019t enough time to go to the mall right now and get back and have enough time to get his head on straight before the date.<\/p>\n

Maybe the problem wasn\u2019t with the clothes, he realized and slumped onto the bed. Maybe the problem was his headspace. He\u2019d felt so comfortable in his male form for the last couple of days. If they were further along in their relationship and past the point where Buck had already revealed his secret, he\u2019d go on a date in his male form.<\/p>\n

That was the problem.<\/p>\n

He was trying to force himself into feeling female, and he just wasn\u2019t there. If anything, he could see being neutral, but there was nothing super feminine in how he felt at the moment. Not like there had been when he\u2019d met Eddie at the club.<\/p>\n

Buck sighed and looked at the mess he\u2019d made. He\u2019d completely ignored the more neutral portion of his wardrobe, trying to find something pretty and fem that he could wear to their date. But that wasn\u2019t who he was. At least, it wasn\u2019t what he was feeling at the moment.<\/p>\n

He could definitely handle a more gender-neutral approach, though. And this would be a good opportunity to start easing Eddie into the fact that Buck wasn\u2019t a feminine being all the time. Standing, Buck moved back to the closet and slid the clothes over further so he could dig deeper into the recesses of the closet. There was a pantsuit that he thought might work, now that he\u2019d gained some perspective.<\/p>\n

Buck found the set he\u2019d been looking for and pulled it out. Yeah. This was exactly what he wanted. He laid it gently on the bed and stripped, shifting as soon as his boxer briefs were off. She wanted to make sure it felt right on in this form. As soon as she pulled the white pants up and settled them at her hips, she nodded. This already felt like it was going to work.<\/p>\n

The pantsuit was a three-piece set; slacks, blazer, and a waistcoat-style vest. She slipped on the bra she wanted to wear and pulled the white vest into place. It served as a shirt with this outfit. The v-shaped neckline dipped to just above her breasts while the hem flirted with the top of the slacks, leaving bits of her midriff showing. It wasn\u2019t overly masculine, nor was it overly feminine, but it definitely hinted at being sexy. She hoped.<\/p>\n

The jacket that went with the set was optional, but she would wear it. The navy blue brought out the color of her eyes, and at this time of year, it was going to be cool enough that she\u2019d want a little more coverage after the sun set. It settled on her shoulders well and brushed her hips. Buck left the blazer unbuttoned and turned to check out the effect in the full-length mirror.<\/p>\n

It felt good. And it looked good. Definitely the thing to wear tonight. She felt sexy and powerful in this outfit, and Buck was glad she\u2019d remembered it.<\/p>\n

With a quick nod, she stripped it off and hung it carefully before cleaning up the rest of the mess she\u2019d made with the clothes strewn all over the bed. There was plenty of time before Buck needed to leave to finish getting ready. A quick shower, simple hairstyle, maybe some mascara, and she\u2019d be ready to go.<\/p>\n

Finding the outfit had settled something in Buck\u2019s mind, and she grinned, suddenly looking forward to the date more than feeling anxious about it as she set about getting ready.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Buck settled in at the table Eddie had reserved and ordered a soda. She\u2019d arrived just before their seven o\u2019clock date, but Eddie still hadn\u2019t arrived fifteen minutes later. He\u2019d gone to the effort to reserve a table, and all of their texting had been fun and flirty for the last few days. They\u2019d avoided heavier topics and focused mostly on getting to know each other\u2019s favorite movies, music, and other innocuous topics.<\/p>\n

If this evening went well, Buck had already decided to tell Eddie about herself before they went any further. She was already in deeper than she\u2019d expected. If she waited much longer, she risked a lie of omission. She might have already crossed that line, but people always kept their most delicate secrets to themselves until a certain level of trust was reached.<\/p>\n

Lost in thought, Buck startled slightly as the chair opposite hers was pulled out, and Eddie slid into the seat. He smiled at her with apology.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. Didn\u2019t mean to startle you or be late,\u201d he said. \u201cI had a slight family emergency to deal with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck smiled back. \u201cOh, it\u2019s fine. I was just lost in my thoughts,\u201d Buck said. \u201cWe could have rescheduled. I hope everything\u2019s all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, all taken care of,\u201d he said but didn\u2019t offer any further details.<\/p>\n

Inexplicably, that made Buck feel better. Eddie clearly had something he\u2019d yet to share, as well.<\/p>\n

\u201cGlad to hear it,\u201d she said and smiled at how he relaxed, obviously a little surprised at her lack of questions. \u201cSo, we\u2019ve shared a lot of inconsequential things. Tell me something about you. Why did you move to LA?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie leaned back in his chair and took a sip of water. \u201cWell, that is a little complicated,\u201d he said with a wry grin. \u201cMy parents live in El Paso. I just finished a tour in Afghanistan, and they were beyond overbearing when I got home. Nothing I did was what they wanted. Living near them wasn\u2019t an option. How about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like a challenging relationship. I\u2019ve got some issues of my own with my family. Growing up, we weren\u2019t close, and I eventually went to a year-round boarding school. I made some great friends there, but I\u2019ll never have the relationship I always wanted with my parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck stopped talking abruptly. She\u2019d just said way more than she\u2019d meant to. Eddie was looking at her with a sympathetic expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds difficult. Especially the part about boarding school. I can\u2019t imagine any parent giving up that much time with their kid,\u201d Eddie said.<\/p>\n

Buck looked away, swallowing around the lump that formed in her throat at that thought. Her eyes landed on someone who had mutant genetics. The pale turquoise color of their skin made it obvious enough, but then they reached out and touched a finger to the glass of water on the table. The glass frosted over as the water cooled.<\/p>\n

Looking back at Eddie, she realized she had the perfect opening. Buck gathered her courage and swallowed again before glancing briefly back at her fellow unhidden mutant.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey had a reason,\u201d she began. \u201cNot what I\u2019d consider a good one, but a reason all the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie looked confused as Buck cleared her throat and plowed ahead. \u201cI am a mutant. Or metahuman, if you prefer,\u201d she said in a rush, her eyes closed tightly to hide from Eddie\u2019s reaction.<\/p>\n

The gentle touch of surprisingly soft hands on hers a moment later had her eyes flying open. Eddie leaned towards her over the table, looking at Buck with a soft smile. \u201cThank you for telling me. I assume most people don\u2019t know?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Buck took a deep breath and blinked, trying to will the moisture away from her eyes. She nodded. \u201cYeah. My family knows. HR at work knows. The people I went to school with and a smattering of others that I\u2019ve told over the years.\u201d She sniffled. \u201cYou don\u2019t mind?\u201d<\/p>\n

With a small laugh, Eddie shook his head. \u201cAs long as you\u2019re not a criminal or something, not at all.\u201d He paused and lifted an eyebrow at her with a teasing smile. \u201cYou\u2019re not a murderer, right, Evan?\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck rolled her eyes. \u201cNope, no crime-ing from me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGlad to hear it,\u201d Eddie said, still holding her hand. He seemed reluctant to let it go.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s more, but I\u2019m not quite ready to discuss my abilities just yet. That okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Tell me whatever you want, whenever you\u2019re ready,\u201d Eddie replied, looking into her eyes with sincerity.<\/p>\n

Buck cleared her throat as the server appeared with their order and began distributing plates. She wondered when to move on to step two as they started eating. So far, his reaction had exceeded her expectations, but would he take as kindly to a conversation about gender and sexuality? Only time would tell.<\/p>\n

After a few bites and checking that they liked their food, Eddie leaned back and looked at Buck. \u201cSo, tell me something new about you,\u201d he suggested.<\/p>\n

Buck quirked an eyebrow and grinned. \u201cI just told you something. I think it\u2019s your turn,\u201d she teased.<\/p>\n

Eddie laughed and inclined his head in agreement. \u201cHmm.\u201d He looked at her, face serious and contemplative as the silence stretched. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and dug out his phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a son,\u201d he said, finding the picture he was after and flipping the phone to face her. \u201cChristopher. He\u2019s seven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, he\u2019s adorable! I love kids,\u201d Buck said, grinning as she looked at the boy that positively radiated sunshine.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis mom isn\u2019t around much,\u201d Eddie said as he took back the phone. \u201cShe tries, but she travels a lot for work. By her own choice. She never wanted to be a mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie clearly had mixed emotions about his ex. Buck could understand not wanting to be a parent, but once you were, there was no excuse for not loving the stuffing out of your kids.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat must be hard for all of you,\u201d Buck murmured, reaching out to rest her hand over the back of his.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt hasn\u2019t been the easiest, but we\u2019re working on it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck smiled. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t have kids, but I\u2019ve always wanted them. I have a brother and sister. Only one nibling from my brother, so far,\u201d she said, smiling at the thought of Greyson.<\/p>\n

The distance between the family, physical and emotional, meant that she mostly saw him only on social media, the occasional video call, and the rarer visit. She shook herself from the maudlin direction her thoughts were heading and tried to change the subject. \u201cWhat do you do for work?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie grinned. \u201cI\u2019m just about to finish at the fire academy,\u201d he said. \u201cI never thought I\u2019d want to run into burning buildings, but the minute I thought about it, I knew it was what I needed to be doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everything had frozen for Buck when Eddie said he was in the fire academy. The thought suddenly struck her that that popular song had the perfect sentiment for her relationship with Eddie.<\/p>\n

So it\u2019s gonna be forever, or it\u2019s gonna go down in flames<\/em><\/p>\n

She wondered if it was possible for one human to be any more perfect for her. It was challenging to see how there could be.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, wow,\u201d she breathed.<\/p>\n

Eddie looked at her with a slight frown of confusion creasing his forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is amazing,\u201d Buck continued quickly. \u201cBeing a first responder is such a calling. What made you go in that direction?\u201d<\/p>\n

A look of relief passed across Eddie\u2019s face. \u201cI was a medic in the Army.\u201d He paused and looked away. \u201cI miss the camaraderie of a team. One of my cousins is a firefighter, and he was telling me about it when I got back to the States. It sounded like exactly what I was looking for. Training has only confirmed that.\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned forward. Buck wondered if he practiced the smile he was giving her for max appeal. \u201cWhat about you?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

For a moment, she forgot what they were talking about because of that smile. She cleared her throat. \u201cThat\u2019s \u2026actually\u2026um,\u201d she mumbled and dragged her brain back. \u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie\u2019s eyebrows shot up. \u201cNow I\u2019m really curious.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buck laughed a little. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing mysterious or\u2026illicit or anything,\u201d she said. \u201cJust\u2026It\u2019s sort of related to my abilities. I\u2019d prefer to discuss it another time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie smiled and held up his hands. \u201cNot a problem. Like I said, whenever you\u2019re ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are you real?\u201d Buck asked, voice gone breathy as she stared at him. He was too perfect. The other shoe had to drop some time.<\/p>\n

Their date continued, both sharing tidbits about their lives and flirting outrageously as the night went on. Finally, they were outside and walking toward Buck\u2019s car.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had a really great time tonight,\u201d Eddie said, holding her hand as they walked.<\/p>\n

Buck smiled up at him. \u201cMe, too. We should do this again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d Eddie said as they reached her car.<\/p>\n

Buck turned to face him as he stepped closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I kiss you?\u201d he whispered, thumb stroking the back of her hand in hypnotic motions.<\/p>\n

Lost for words at the spell they were weaving together, Buck nodded a bit and leaned towards him, lips parting as she tilted her head back to meet his. The first kiss was a chaste brush of lips, and their breath mingled together between them as they lingered.<\/p>\n

Feeling almost drawn in like a pair of magnets, Buck tipped forward just enough to set off another kiss. This time, the kiss was more profound, still slow and intoxicating, but with a deep pull of passion that their first kiss had only hinted at.<\/p>\n

Long moments later, they separated, eyes blinking open slowly.<\/p>\n

Buck cleared her throat. \u201cWell. That was\u2026yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eddie huffed out a small laugh. \u201cIt was very \u2018yeah,\u2019\u201d he teased, grinning at her. He brushed his lips over hers once more as he stole another kiss.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s do this again very soon,\u201d Buck whispered against his mouth.<\/p>\n

Eddie nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, soon,\u201d she replied, still holding his hand as he began backing away. Neither one wanted the night to end just yet, but they both needed to get going. Buck tugged his hand and drew him back into one more deep kiss, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her skin before she stepped back and opened her car door.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery soon,\u201d she reiterated firmly, answering the grin lighting up his face with one of her own.<\/p>\n

She slid into the seat, buckled up, and started the car, waving at Eddie a little as she pulled out of the spot and drove away. She hoped that whatever was building between them was creating a foundation that would last forever.<\/p>\n

Lights flashed on the other side of the street, and sirens broke the night as a ladder truck zipped past.<\/p>\n

Hopefully, that was a better omen than it seemed.<\/p>\n

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  Title:\u00a0Chasing Stars Series: Written in the Stars\u00a0 Author: Twigen Fandoms:\u00a09-1-1, X-Men Universe, The Sentinel Relationship:\u00a0Evan “Buck” Buckley\/Eddie Diaz Rating:\u00a0PG-13 Genre:\u00a0Romance, Shifters, Mutants, Alternate Universe, Fusion Warnings: None Tags: Genderfluid Character, Alternate Universe – Shapeshifters, Gender Identity, Gender or Sex Swap, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe – Fusion, Alternate Universe – Sentinels and Guides Are Known, X-Men References, Alternate Universe – X-Men Fusion, Alternate Universe – Mutants Word Count: 8509 Author Notes:\u00a0Written for Big Moxie 2022 \u2013 Quarter 1: Canon Divergence; Inspired by a prompt from the Malec Discord server. Link to AO3: Read the story on Archive of Our Own here or on Story Posts. Summary: Buck is a shifter who is literally genderfluid, both physically and in terms of identity, looking for a long-term relationship. When Buck and Eddie meet, they’re instantly drawn together and Eddie seems like Buck’s perfect match. Written for Big Moxie 2022 \u2013 Quarter 2: Fusion\/The Sentinel. I\u2019m handwaving a lot of things with this. One, because if I think about it too long, I\u2019ll start to fall down a rabbit hole of social ramifications, so we\u2019re just going to assume that most of the mutant rights stuff happened decades ago. At the point this story begins, mutants are supposed to be treated equally in society, but there is still a segment of the population that are prejudiced bigots and mutants are no exception to negative treatment by them. But there is no segregation of mutants from non-mutants or any special registry singling them out. We\u2019ll pretend that, in this AU, humans actually learned something from history. I\u2019m blending facets of The X-Men universe and Sentinel fanon into this story, but the backbone is 9-1-1. This feels like a lot of narrative\/exposition at the start, but this is going to kick off a series of fics across Rough Trade in July and my Big Moxie Quarter 3 story. I’m personally somewhere on the genderfluid spectrum, but I lean more towards gender-neutral. I identify as she\/her because that’s what matches the outer packaging, but I’ve never felt super-feminine or super-masculine, so I never really thought about using any other pronouns until just recently. I’ve been she\/her for more than 40 years, so it’s comfortable. This story is about a character that is truly fluid along the spectrum and is also a shapeshifter with the ability to change to match the outer packaging to the inner self. Gender and sexuality are such personal experiences and no two are alike. Buck has a secret. His birth family knows. There\u2019s a reason he hasn\u2019t spoken to any of them in years. It\u2019s the same reason he was essentially discarded after he\u2019d served his purpose. Daniel was whole and healthy again. Maddie was the only daughter. Kind of. In all of their sciencing, building a baby made to order for spare parts, his parents hadn\u2019t bothered to make their preferences known regarding the mutant X gene as long as everything else they needed for the perfect match for Daniel was right. Whether it was because they didn\u2019t realize it was a possibility in their own DNA or not, it hadn\u2019t occurred to them that they needed to be concerned about it. Their family had a history of Sentinels and Guides rather than mutants, so it hadn\u2019t been a top worry for them. Buck had no memory of his earliest years. He had no real way to know if his parents had loved him before he manifested his mutation the first time. Maddie had always tried to convince him that they loved him, but he never really believed her. Daniel didn\u2019t lie to him, at least, but he was so busy being a Sentinel these days that it didn\u2019t surprise Buck to not hear from the Buckley middle child. By the time he was three, Buck had manifested his gift for the first time. Margaret Buckley refused to have any further contact with the abomination they\u2019d built. At first, she\u2019d thought someone was playing a prank, replacing Buck with a kitten. But then he\u2019d shifted back right in front of her, and she\u2019d understood. After that, Buck rarely saw his mother or father. It had been a nanny taking care of him. He\u2019d been isolated from his siblings for the most part; between going to school and the age difference between the two oldest and the youngest, they rarely saw each other. Buck didn\u2019t really know them, though he did have some hazy memories of playing with them in the grass. At least the Buckleys had lost the malpractice suit against the doctor that had created him. The courts had ruled that the doctor had fulfilled the contract, which had stipulated a baby genetically compatible with Daniel Buckley. The doctor delivered that. It came out in court, though, that the doctor also had a habit of\u2026doing a little more manipulating than was strictly necessary. The doctor was from a family filled with mutants, and there was something about underlying resentment towards the rest of so-called \u201cnormal\u201d society that he had a vendetta against. It ended with the doctor losing his license due to unethical practices, but they hadn\u2019t gotten a penny from that lawsuit because he\u2019d met the terms of the contract with the Buckleys. As soon as they\u2019d been able, Buck had been shipped off to boarding school, Xavier\u2019s School for Gifted Youngsters – for \u201cpeople like him\u201d – and hadn\u2019t heard from his parents since. It had been a devastating loss to child-Evan, but Buck had long since come to terms with his parents\u2019 inability to love him. Boarding school had probably saved him from a lot of family trauma, honestly. Of course, he\u2019d had to deal with growing up with a bunch of kids, sometimes cruel kids, but he\u2019d also developed some long-lasting friendships that had seen him through his wanderings. Buck had done his best to keep in touch with his siblings, but they weren\u2019t close. Once Daniel had been fixed, there hadn\u2019t really been a place for him in the family. His brother and sister wrote to him when he was away, but they were nearly a decade older, and they just didn\u2019t have that much in common. The kids he\u2019d grown up with were more family than the one he\u2019d been born into. Even the ones he hadn\u2019t really gotten along with, Buck would still help them if it was needed, and he knew the reverse was the same. The mutant community was generally like that. When you made bonds with others, you had each other\u2019s backs, regardless of how long or how far apart you had grown. There had been too much societal upheaval over the last 50 years for that not to be the case. Things had settled down, thanks to the actions of people like Dr. Xavier and his team. While mutants were fully equal under the law, there were still prejudiced bigots everywhere, and it wasn\u2019t always obvious who they were. Coming out as a mutant could still be dangerous, so many still chose to hide their gifts. Sadly, it had become something of a \u201cdon\u2019t ask, don\u2019t tell\u201d situation in most circles. Buck had always felt that contradicted the efforts to eliminate the bigotry, but he would be a hypocrite if he gave anyone else a hard time about it, considering his own choice to keep things secret from most people. He had only informed HR, and it wasn\u2019t something that was disclosed unless he chose to do so. After all his wandering, he\u2019d finally found a place to call home in Los Angeles. He\u2019d decided to keep his ability quiet because he didn\u2019t want to create any situations he couldn\u2019t easily avoid. At least until he knew whether or not he could trust the ones he thought he might tell. And now, here he was. A firefighter for the LAFD. He hadn\u2019t felt so at home since graduating from high school. And he still hadn\u2019t told them his secret. Maybe one day soon, though, because his inability to be all of himself in front of others was starting to cause problems. Buck had been feeling the itch to shift under his skin for days. He\u2019d almost missed something on the last call of the day because he was distracted by the need to shift. To touch and be touched. He hadn\u2019t been with anyone in a while, and it was getting to him. The others teased him for how many encounters he\u2019d had, but they couldn\u2019t understand. He knew that was because he hadn\u2019t let them in, but he just wasn\u2019t ready. The last time he\u2019d told someone in the hopes of building a relationship, it had gone so poorly that it had damaged something in him. After he got home, Buck stripped and took a shower. Midway through, he shifted, feeling the water sluice through hair that was suddenly longer and over breasts that jutted out and away from her body. As the water washed away the remnants of her more masculine self, Buck reached for the razor and quickly shaved her legs and armpits. As always, she was amused that all of her hair shifted over – and then some. Why her hair grew as it did when she shifted forms was a mystery to her. It always seemed to come back to the same length. Quickly finishing, Buck dressed in the midnight blue dress that had finally arrived the day before. She loved how feminine it was, perfectly suiting the way she felt at the moment. She was usually more androgynous in both of her human bodies, neither overtly masculine nor feminine despite her physical appearance. It had taken her a very long time to find a way to describe herself. Genderfluid, both inside and out. Sometimes, she felt like a boy. Sometimes, she felt like a girl. Usually, she felt indifferent, neither masculine nor feminine, regardless of the skin she wore. She was even indifferent about pronouns. From the start, she\u2019d been comfortable with either set or the more gender-neutral ones. People usually defaulted to the physical appearance of whichever form she wore, which had always suited her just fine. It\u2019s not like she usually walked around thinking of herself in the third person. But no one in her current life knew both sides of the coin that made up Evan \u201cBuck\u201d Buckley. They knew a hot firefighter either at work or interested in a moment of her life. And that had always been fine, but she couldn\u2019t deny that she longed for something more. Buck wanted a relationship where it didn\u2019t matter what side of the coin was showing; the love and desire would be the same. It was a pipe dream, nothing more than an undeserved fantasy. Buck\u2019s own parents hadn\u2019t been able to stand the duality of her nature. Why would anyone else? Maybe if she\u2019d been able to stay in the male skin she\u2019d been born in\u2026maybe then they wouldn\u2019t have sent her away. But even that didn\u2019t ring true. There had been other shifters at her school, shifters that had multiple animal forms and other human forms, but Buck was the only one he knew of who had a form of a gender different from their prime form. All of them were still at the school of mutants with Buck, away from their families in the same way. Being a single gender hadn\u2019t mattered for them, so there was no guarantee that anything would have been different for Buck. Plus, then she would have been trapped in her male form all the time, never able to express the feminine side of her being fully. She wasn\u2019t sure having her family in her life was worth it if it meant giving up this gift. 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