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𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇☆𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your boyfriend finally pursues a career that he chose for himself, so to show him your support you surprise him at his training.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, firefighter garroth guys firefighter garroth this is in fact not a drill, established relationship

𝐂𝐖: none!

you were so happy for garroth, nothing but overwhelming support for him in your heart as he finally was able to pursue something he truly wanted to do for a career. after zane had officially taken the reins of the ro'meave corporation, your boyfriend had immediately enrolled into a firefighting training academy.

he had mentioned his interest in the career path before, but you didn't realize how passionate about it he was until he excitedly came home from the first day of the academy, rambling about how well he did.

it warmed your heart, the childlike excitement in his eyes when he detailed the training he went through every day. it was so different from his time in college, when he told you he was majoring in business with a disinterested shrug and a dull look in his eyes.

last week, as you and garroth sat on your couch for your movie night date, you saw that the pd fire academy was asking for volunteers for their upcoming rescue drill. from the corner of your eye, you glanced at him, debating about bringing it up to him. he had been particularly focused on the rom-com that played, the reflection of the brightly colored screen lighting up his eyes. on a whim, you applied to volunteer without saying a peep, turning your phone off and snuggling up to him with a smirk on your face.

this morning as he asked you what your plans were for the day as usual, you briefly shrugged off the question with an excuse of running a few errands. he gave you a small look but shrugged it off, leaning down to give you a kiss and leaving in his cargos, boots, and the pd fire department shirt that hugged onto his muscles that seemingly continued to grow by the day.

yes, you were very supportive of his career choice.

now, a few hours later, you find yourself in a dim building, the room illuminated by the orange lights shining into the "smoke" that the fog machines dispersed. not only did it look like the building was on fire, but the lack of ac in the summer heat added to the ambiance, and had you slightly regretting your decision. you looked down at the tag that they had given you before escorting you to your spot, telling you to lay limp until you were successfully "rescued".

legs disabled from fallen debris, half-conscious. critical condition.

you lay there for quite a while, wondering if garroth would even be the one to get you. your doubts are thankfully squandered when you hear him, calling out a code call to presumably another fireman. his familiar footsteps turn into the room you're in, and you hear his breath satisfyingly hitch in his throat before a disbelieving huff follows.

quickly, you clamp your eyes all the way shut, ignoring your urge to smile as your plan sets in place.

"victim, victim, victim!" his deep voice calls, before the noise of the thick material of his uniform meets your ears as he slides on his knees next to you.

"she's light," he calls to the other pair of heavy footfalls that enter the room. "find an exit, i got her."

you crack open your eyes, turning your head and looking up at him as a cheeky smile threatens to break on your lips. for just a split moment he narrows his eyes as they meet yours, tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek as he fights off his own urge to smile.

"...errands, huh," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head as he leans forward to read the tag on your shirt. he snaps back into his profession, one of his hands reaching to grab your shoulder in a reassuring gloved grip. "you're going to be okay. i'm gonna get you out here safe."

a part of you wants to laugh at how serious he suddenly became, but through your want to tease him you instead found yourself repressing a giddy giggle. the summer heat was most definitely affecting him through the heavy layers of his gear, as a sheen of sweat covered his face and stuck the small bit of his golden hair coming out of his helmet to his forehead.

you only get to admire him for a moment, before he quickly shifts his knee to part your legs, one of his hands grabbing onto your thigh and hitching it up. at the same time, he easily gathers both of your wrists into his other hand, using it to lift your torso off of the ground. he smoothly ducks his head under your shoulder, lifting you up and using his own shoulder to hold you on his back.

you don't hear even a grunt from his lips, but his heavy breaths brush against your arm as he uses one hand to pin your hand across his chest and to your leg, freeing his other hand. he has always been strong, but the extra training he has put in lately gave him an insane boost. through the material that covered him, you could still feel the bulk of his muscles from underneath you as he toted you through the building.

it was amazing, how easy he made it look. you found yourself back outside in seconds, having to close your eyes again from the sudden bright sun reflecting into your eyes. he held you so firmly on top of him that you barely moved as he jogged you out to one of the stretchers set up outside, sliding you down onto the material.

he pauses for a second, his lips twitching as he pats your legs twice. "i'll talk to you about this when i'm done," is what he says without words, begrudgingly turning to run back into the building with another huff.

one of the supervisors lets you get up, thanking you for volunteering and giving you a water to rehydrate from the stuffy room you were stuck in. it's only about fifteen more minutes of waiting before the rest of the volunteers are retrieved and the drill is over. garroth quickly walks your way, pulling off his helmet and shaking out his pressed-down hair. his jacket has been shrugged off now, red suspenders hanging down on his cargos and his black shirt damp from sweat.

"and... why did you not think to mention this to me?" he asks, raising an accusatory brow and pulling you into his embrace.

"i wanted to see you in action. besides, if i told you, you might've chosen favorites."

"hmm," he hums lowly, rolling his eyes as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. "i would argue against that, but even for a drill i'd save you first."

"ro'meave! quit flirting with your girl over there and get your ass over here! we still have to debrief."

"yes, sir!" he calls back, turning to you with a sheepish smile as he tucks his chin down, looking at you through his lashes.

"i'll see you in a sec, sweetheart. and don't leave, you still have some explaining to do."

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