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Lucerys as a college student, Aemond as the fireman who carries him out of his burning student accommodation. Aegon as the guy whose cooking started the fire.
e. kirishima x reader - fireman au
Eijirou thinks its just a normal day on the job; risking his own life and running headfirst into a fire to save others.
What Ei doesn’t expect is to save a super cute girl, and earn a date afterward.
. . .
No, fires aren’t that common in your neighborhood. But, when a pyromaniac just decides to frolic through your apartment complex, all you can really do is run or hide.
Sweat aggressively beads at your forehead and neck as a giant wall of blaze threatens to burn off your eyebrows. Just before you could surrender yourself to the arms of safety, a pathetic slab of wood feel from the ceiling, blocking your escape right before you could taste it.
It feels like the universe has done this to just get a laugh out, and now you’re in jeopardy, knocking on death’s door.
Dressed in cute fluffy pajamas and a scrunchie is not how you wanted to die, nor expected to die.
Panic starts to travel up your spine like water would on a paper towel, and you stand frozen by your front door, predicting your doom as it came closer.
It’s (obviously) hot, and too hot, and smoke began to rise quickly, bringing tears to your eyes. You stretch out the tank top you’re wearing, bringing part of it up to your nose in a poor attempt to cover up your nose from any smoke.
Just as your death was guaranteed, a fact, if you will, you hear a crashing; a crunching against your front door. Hope begins to burst in you like a new years sparkler, and you gaze anticipatively at the door, expecting some kind of miracle to save you.
And he does.
He crashes through the door of your apartment, scattering giant splinters and specks of rubble across the entire room. Wearing a hat, gas mask, and uniform, his size is what you notice first, by the way his head skims the very top of what used to be your door.
“Hey! I got you!“ He says, his voice muffled by his mask.
You can barely make out his face amidst the smoke and his mask as he urgently runs towards you, his head rapidly tilting at all directions to search for any sign of falling rubble or a threat.
Before you could even think, he hoists you up into his arms, big hands holding you bridal style as he presses you close to him. Yes, you should be worrying about your own life right now, but its simply unfair how closely he handles you.
He peers down at you, and you can catch the faintest of red within his gas mask.
“It’s gonna be okay.“
Without another word, he runs out with you in his grasp, ducking under the frame of your front door. You’re safe.
. . .
You’ve never been more thankful to breathe in the cold 2 am air, wrapped in a thermal foil blanket whilst sitting on the edge of a firetruck.
Apparently, everyone had gotten out completely fine except for you. Just your luck.
The fireman from earlier, your savior, currently lay on his knees, gently tending to a few scratches, burns, and bumps you received during your experience with near death.
“What your name? I’d love to hear the name of the man that saved my life.“ You ask, gazing into his still-on gas mask.
In reply, you can only hear a voweled muffle; a fault of the mask.
“Hm?“
The man just sighs, setting down the supplies he was using to patch you up. Surprise writes itself onto your face as you watch the fireman, his hands reaching up to pull on the secure band of the mask. He pulls it off, and lifts away his hat, revealing vibrant red hair among deep black roots just starting to peek in.
Attractively, he shakes his hair, and you get to see him for the first time.
He flashes you this shiny, movie-star quality of a smile, beaming his spikey pearly whites to you. He’s so cute, with a boyish smile and perfect skin to match. You smile, and he scratches the back of his neck.
“It’s Eijirou.“
“Wow- uh, you’re cute.“
You almost didn’t mean for that to tumble out of your mouth, but it does, and a flush blooms onto your cheeks.
“Thanks, sweets.“
You try your best not to seize at the nickname, keeping your composure to the best of your ability. He’s so smiley, so big, so handsome its utterly terrible. They should specifically hire average-looking people as firefighters, just to save girlies like you a bit of stuttering.
“Would it be bad to ask the savior of my life on a date?“ You ask, shuffling the foil blanket around you further.
“Only if I get to ask for her name first.“
There was a smell in our building this morning and the fire department had to clear the building.
Jeeeezzzzzzzuzzzzzz! These men were fineeeee.
I’m inspired. 😏
Which of the following characters should I write in a Firefighter AU?
Syverson
August Walker
Ari Levinson
Steve Rogers
A/N: I know it only just ended, but it’s the return of Fireman Deeks!
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The Return of Lieutenant Deeks
Deeks pulled his LAFD truck up to the address Bates had sent him, stopping outside the barrier erected around a low brick building. The two squads sent out earlier today had already left, which meant the scene was clear for Deeks to investigate. Grabbing his hard hat and jacket, he tucked them under his arm before heading toward the center of the action.
“Woah, woah, woah, you can’t be back here,” an agent said, putting up his arms to block Deeks’ path.
“You must be new here,” Deeks commented, craning his neck to see beyond the rookie agent. There were a group of cops and agents several yards off and Deeks recognized Sam’s frame among them. Kensi couldn’t be far off. “Agent Blye!” he called out.
Almost immediately, Kensi stepped out from the group, head turning in search of him. When she spotted him, she jogged over, a smile breaking over her face before she settled into a more professional expression.
“Lieutenant Deeks,” she greeted him. “You can let him through, Davis.” She nodded the younger agent, who looked deeply offended, but stepped out of Deeks’ way.
It sucked to be the new guy sometimes.
Deeks gave him an apologetic smile, and ducked under the caution tape, following after Kensi.
“I didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” she said, falling into step beside him.
“Taylor is out sick, so I got called in,” he explained. “So, what calamity is on the menu for tonight?”
“Municipal building, possible arson. We’re still figuring out the details. Which is where you come in.” Kensi offered him a smile as they drew even with the others.
“Deeks, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here,” Sam commented once he caught sight of Deeks.
“Well, since I’m one of the few people who can actually deal with you guys,” Deeks replied, drawing a snort from Callen and a vaguely amused smile from Sam.
None of them argued, likely because they couldn’t deny that since Deeks had become acquainted with the team, their relationship with LAFD had improved significantly.
“Sure. I assume Kensi caught you up,” Callen intervened, bringing the topic back on track.
“Uh, the bullet points. What—”
Deeks’ question was interrupted by an LAPD officer running towards them.
“Agent Callen, one of my guys is trapped inside the building,” he shouted frantically.
“What the hell is doing in there?” Callen asked, and as one, they started running towards the building.
“He thought he heard something, so he went to check on it. A few minutes later, the entrance collapsed.”
“You didn’t try to break through, did you?” Deeks demanded.
“No. We didn’t want to make it worse,” the cop said.
“Good. Ok, let us get some gear on and we’ll go in,” Callen decided. “Sam, you want to grab the battering ram?”
“Nope, the only one going in there is me,” Deeks said, tugging his jacket on.
“Deeks—”
“Callen, I’m specifically trained for this.”
“God, I love it when you’re confident,” Kensi said, and Sam snorted.
“When isn’t he confident?” he commented in an undertone.
Taking Deeks’ hard hat, she pushed it down over his curls. “Go save him, Lieutenant.” She kissed him lightly. “And be careful.”
A/N: Well, sadly we have reached the end of this story. I’ve enjoyed writing this fic so much and have loved your enthusiastic appreciation. Farewell to Fireman Deeks.
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The Agent and the Fireman, Epilogue
The next morning, Deeks woke to an empty bed; the side where Kensi had slept was still rumpled, and when he touched the sheets, they felt slightly warm. He’d kind of expected as much, but he’d hope it would be different. Dropping his head back on the pillow, he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, bitterness overwhelming the euphoria of last night.
“Your bathroom is so much nicer than mine.”
His eyes sprang open at the sound of Kensi’s voice, and he turned to see her coming out of the bathroom, dressed in the shirt he’d worn last night. He stared at her in mild disbelief.
“You stayed?” he whispered before he could stop himself. Kensi laughed, giving him a curious look.
“Yeah. Did you want me to leave?”
“No, of course not. Last night was—”
“Amazing,” Kensi filled in for him with a knowing grin.
“It was,” Deeks agreed softly. He shrugged, feeling unusually vulnerable. “It just hasn’t always been my experience that the relationship continues after this point.”
Kensi slid onto the bed next to him, gripping his chin between her forefinger and thumb. There was an almost protective look in her eyes. “Well, then I guess I’m not like those other women, because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” Then, curling her fingers into his hair, she kissed him, pressing him down into the bed. When she pulled away, a smile tugged at her lips. “Now what does a girl have to do to get some food around here?”
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11 Months Later
“Hey Kensi, your fireman is waiting outside,” Callen informed Kensi as he strolled into the mission.
“Ooh, we have dinner reservations at 7. Can you go tell him I’ll be right out while I go change?” Kensi requested, grabbing a bag from beside her desk.
“Since when did I become your answering service?”
“Callen, please?”
“Fine, but I expect to be tipped,” Callen said flippantly.
“I’m still not sure how I feel about Deeks knowing the location of our headquarters,” Sam commented. “No offense to him, but this is supposed to be a covert operation.”
“With how much we’ve had to collaborate on cases, he might as well be,” Nell pointed out with a sly glance in Kensi’s direction. “It’s amazing that he always seems to be on-call when we need the LAFD.”
“I can’t help it that we have so many fire related incidents,” Kensi said with an innocent shrug.”
When she made it to the parking lot, Deeks leaned against the hood of his truck, facing away from her.
“Did someone call the fire department? Because I see a smoke show,” she said, wrapping her arms around Deeks’ back, kissing the side of his neck.
Deeks turned, arms falling around her waist, head tilted back as he laughed. “Oh my god, that’s terrible. I love it.” He glanced her over, his eyebrows raising in appreciation. “Speaking of smoke shows.”
“You ready to go?”
“Always,” he told her, dipping her back to kiss her.
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A/N: Hope you liked it!
its been a while since ive written anything so words are... surprisingly difficult lol but here's a snippet from the firefighter!ronan pynch au hoping to get it posted by wednesday 🤞🚒🔥
“Jesus,” the fireman said, his voice muffled behind his mask. He rushed over to Adam and knelt down beside him, making sure he was conscious and responsive. “Hey, man, we’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”
Adam’s lungs were full of molten fire, razor sharp pain clawed up his throat. Somehow he still managed to look up at the man, into his icy blue-gray gaze behind his mask. “Door was stuck.”
The man laughed short, but humorless. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“And the window.” Somewhere in his mind, Adam refused to be rescued without letting this guy know he tried his options. He paid attention in school when there were fire drills and the local fire department came in to teach about fire safety. He drafted up an evacuation plan for his dorm floor when he was an RA at Harvard. He didn’t just lie down and wait to be rescued.
The fireman took Adam’s hand in his thick leather gloves and raised him up to his feet easily. Adam felt grounded by the strong grip. “Window, too, huh?” The man sounded amused as he led Adam out into the living room.
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A Christmas one shot! Under 5,000 words. No Upside Down.