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daffi-990 · 1 year ago

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✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Soooo I mentioned last week that I’d found a title for Rival Firefighters 🚒 …

I even made a little banner for when I start posting (which won’t be for a while yet).

Title is from the song Haven’t Had Enough by Marianas Trench which I am currently obsessed with 😍 (seriously some days I just listen to it on repeat for ages, especially when I’m driving).

And here’s a little snippet from a scene that’s been fighting me for weeks but today I actually made progress with 😭. Thank you @thewolvesof1998 for reading over what I sent you and making sure it made sense and for your very helpful suggestions ❤️

He makes his way from car to car checking in on each one’s occupants, offering up first aid if needed. It’s repetitive work and Buck finds himself getting bored until his eyes spot a familiar name on the back of a turnout coat. Now things are going to get a lot more lively.

Buck makes his way over to where Diaz is finishing applying a Band-Aid to an elderly gentleman’s forehead.

“As I said before, you don’t have a concussion but if you start feeling dizzy or anything out of the ordinary, call your daughter okay?” The old man nods in agreement, Diaz patting him on the shoulder before collecting his things and getting to his feet.

“Firefighter Diaz, it’s been a while.” Buck says in greeting as the other firefighter turns around.

Diaz’s hair is sweaty and loose, a few strands falling forward over his forehead that have Buck’s fingers twitching with the want to touch. His face is coated in a mix of dust and maybe car oil? Buck doesn’t know exactly what the black stuff is but it is a look and Diaz is pulling it off.

Diaz clenches his jaw as his eyes harden. “Not long enough.” He mutters, walking past Buck.

“Oh come on!” Buck follows after him. “I bet you’ve missed me. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.”

Buck certainly missed Diaz and his big brown eyes and thick fucking thighs that are connected to such a glorious ass. He really wishes the man wasn’t wearing his turnouts. It’s a crime to keep an ass like that locked away.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder but I still find you incredibly annoying and wish you’d stay gone.” Diaz shoots back, looking 100% done with Buck and the conversation.

Buck also missed this, whatever this is. He gets such a high from flirting with and teasing Diaz. Maybe it’s the hard to get ideal that’s doing it for him, but whatever it is, Buck likes riling Diaz up and today is no different.

“You wound me!” Buck clutches at his heart in mock offense. He expects an eye roll or another bitchy response, but Diaz just keeps walking, doing a wonderful job at pretending Buck doesn’t exist. Which, rude.

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#daffi writes #fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #buddie wip #buddie #legit almost cried that I was finally able to make a dent in this scene #and then Wolf gave me feedback and I almost cried again - HAPPY TEARS PEOPLE #it’s nice when you share something you’ve written that you’re very 🫠😬🥴 about and get a positive response back

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bunnyscar · 6 months ago

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Fears

As soon as Link and Zelda were well enough to travel, they left Castle City with Impa. According to her, they would take less traveled roads on the way to Kokiri Forest, in the hope that Ganon would be less able to trace them that way.

The group spoke little on the drive out of Castle City, each wrapped up in their own thoughts. As Zelda watched the city outskirts slowly falling behind them, her heart ached, tears springing into her eyes. It was not as if she were leaving forever. If she could master her power and learn to defend herself, then she could return.

But somehow she knew it would not be the same. As a child, she had believed her home was invincible, a haven of peace and happiness, that no one there would intentionally hurt another. When she was older, she had realized not everyone was that kind, but even in college she had chosen to see the best in others. Now, however, this belief had come crashing down. Ganon’s men had put cracks in that belief when they infiltrated the university and wounded Link, and the attack on the lab had torn it down completely. Darkness had entered her little world of light. And she was afraid the darkness would swallow her.

She turned away from her window and glanced at Link, who sat at the other end of the car’s backseat. He gazed out his own window, silent and thoughtful. What would he think of leaving Castle City? Would he call it home like she had, or would it be a relief for him to be gone?

Link broke into her train of though by asking, “The Kokiri forest, how far away is it?”

“With our route, we should make it in three or four days,” Impa answered.

“Is it far enough away from the City?”

“It will do,” Impa said, “until you’re both fully recovered. The forest is dangerous enough that Ganon should think twice about entering it, but for us it’s a good hiding place.”

“Dangerous? I thought you were taking Zelda there to be safe.”

“It’s not that dangerous if you know where you’re going. The danger is in getting lost,” Impa replied. “My people the Sheikah have long researched the forest and found out some of its ways. As long as we’re careful and stick together, we’ll be fine. Besides, some Sheikah have even found fairy fountains that heal wounds.”

“Fairy fountains, huh,” Link muttered, raising an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed.

“Yes,” Impa said testily, starting to get annoyed. “Or do you doubt my people’s trustworthiness?”

Link looked like he wanted to say something sarcastic, but he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve never been out this way before,” Zelda commented, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence that followed. “My parents took me sometimes to Lurelin Resort for vacations, but other than that I haven’t seen much of Hyrule. It’s a little exciting to think about seeing the forest. You must have seen a lot of places, Impa.”

Impa nodded. “I have seen a lot of Hyrule, mostly on research trips.”

“What about you, Link? Have you been outside of the city?” Zelda asked, turning to him.

Link hesitated, glancing out the window again. “Well, since I grew up in Gerudo Valley...yes, I suppose so,” he said slowly.

Zelda glanced at him curiously. Perhaps his coming from Gerudo Valley should not have surprised her, since he spoke and wrote their language so well, but he looked nothing like a Gerudo with his blonde hair and fair skin. And furthermore… “Aren’t all Gerudos women?” she asked in puzzlement. “I thought that they only gave birth to boys every 100 years or so.”

“Yes, that’s true of the Gerudo race. But just because I grew up in that area doesn’t mean I’m actually one of them. There’s a trading town at the edge of the desert, a place where several races meet to trade with the Gerudo women. I grew up in its slums.”

“The slums...did you have parents?” Zelda asked softly.

“I don’t remember them. I was an orphan and earned a living as a thief. Ganon found me in the slums and offered a place in his organization, promising that I would never have to want for food or shelter again. It seemed like a dream come true, and at first it was everything he promised. Until the training began. Then it was hell.” He shuddered involuntarily.

“You didn’t mention this before when we asked you about the organization,” Impa interjected, glancing at him with a frown.

Link shrugged. “Didn’t seem necessary.”

“What was this training?” Zelda asked hesitantly.

“Some of it was combat training, some of it was stealth training. And then there was...curse training.”

“Curse…” Zelda felt a shiver of fear crawl down her spine.

“Ganon’s curse magic, to be exact. It’s dark magic and acts as a sort of poison, spreading throughout the body and destroying it from inside. How fast it kills a person depends on his resistance to it, and some people can even build a tolerance for it.

"The curse training was so we could use weapons imbued with his magic. But members of the organization who were like me, orphans or homeless who had been picked off the street and only joined out of desperation, often failed this training. We couldn’t build up enough tolerance. The ones who passed the training and became Ganon’s important officials were often hardened criminals he recruited. People like those who attacked the lab.”

Zelda shuddered. In her mind, she could see Link’s crumpled form on the floor that first time he had been attacked in the university’s lab. She remembered vividly the agony in his face, the anguished moan, the blood seeping from his side—she shook her head, trying to clear those images. How many times had he been through that pain?

“So you never passed this training, then?” Impa asked.

Link shook his head. “Never. I’ve always been quite weak to it, even more than the others….”

“Yet Ganon’s men didn’t try to use the curse magic on you this time when they attacked the Purah lab?” Impa asked pointedly. Link did not answer. “If they knew you were weak to it, why didn’t they use the curse on you?” Impa pressed.

Zelda glanced anxiously at Link, whose only response to Impa was a slight crease in his brows. “Well, he wasn’t cursed, and we made it out alive, so that’s what matters,” she said lightly. Impa frowned deeply, but asked no more, and the three fell into silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts once again.

It was true, the attackers could have killed Link much faster if they had used cursed weapons, but none of Link’s wounds had been cursed when they treated him at the hospital. Either Ganon’s men had decided to use regular weapons, or somehow the curse had been healed. But neither of those options seemed very likely.

As for Link, he refused to say anything about what had happened in the Purah lab, even to Zelda. When she had asked, all he said was that he wasn’t ready to tell her, that he needed time to think. Though she had wanted to tell him he could trust her and didn’t have to carry his burdens alone, she had instead dropped the subject. If he needed time to think, she would give him time. And when he was ready to talk, she would listen.

When they finally stopped for the night at a small cabin, it was midnight. They drove off a ways from the main road to get to the cabin, but Impa said it was a safe house, and they were less likely to be seen by Ganon’s spies here than if they stayed at a motel. It was dark inside, since half the lights did not work, but they could see it was a one room building with a loft above, a kitchen area to one side, and a couch and fireplace in the living area. After a small supper, they each wearily said goodnight and headed to bed. Impa and Zelda took the two beds in the loft, while Link situated himself on the couch.

Though he was weary and his head was aching, he could not sleep. He raised his left hand, and stared at its back, even though in the dark all he could see was its vague outline. He didn’t need to see, though, to know that the brand was still there, the mark that he’d received when he first entered Ganon’s organization. The symbol of a horned beast devouring a flame. For several years, that symbol had been stamped in his mind, the mark of who he belonged to, the chain that bound him to his master. And yet….this hand had glowed with golden light in the Purah lab. This hand had saved him and Zelda.

Link knew. He knew very well that he now had a piece of the triforce and that it had activated at the lab. He knew he should tell Impa and Zelda, that they could help him learn to use it, that he should use it to stop Ganon. Yet fear and confusion paralyzed him. Why him? He had not been born with this triforce as Zelda had, and the only explanation was that it had chosen to manifest itself in him. But why? He was no hero, he was a criminal, a thief, a murderer. It wasn’t right for him to hold such power. It had to be a mistake.

Such were the protests he made in his mind, though deep inside he knew was just afraid. Afraid of what the Triforce would mean. Though he’d decided to defeat Ganon and stop his crimes, though he’d promised to himself he would protect Zelda, Link still feared his former master. He would go fight Ganon if he must, he had firmly decided that, but part of him wished that someone else would step up and take down Ganon. If Link had the triforce, however, that meant he was the hero. It was no longer a personal fight to protect his friend, but a fight to protect all of Hyrule. And that thought terrified him.

Slowly Link clenched his hand and let it fall back down to his side. He would have to tell Impa and Zelda soon. But not yet, not yet….

#legend of zelda #university au #fanfiction #zelink #Please give feedback! (especially if you've read the previous parts) but only if you feel like it #does Link seem OOC?#even though he's finally got the triforce of courage #I didn't want him to be suddenly super heroic and fearless #but what do you think?#also sorry if I reference a few things not included in previous parts--like Link knows the Gerudo language really well--#some scenes that happened earlier in the story I haven't actually written yet so it might feel a bit disjointed

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