Mogar x Reader: {Ember Streets}

Chapter 1: (psst, has cursing my children)

It was hot, heavy, choking. The blaze around her flared as it stretched across her room. Flames nipped at her furniture, before swallowing them greedily in soot and ash.

____ coughed into her arm, trapped in her corner by her smoldering couch. The fire had run to the woven rug, spawning a terrible blaze that had pinned her from where she'd leapt off her couch. She really regretted buying the damn thing now and cursed the wierdo that sold it to her at some renaissance fair.
Her throat was coated in smoke and any cry of help would be useless right about now. Eyes darting furiously for an escape, she begged for a hero. X-Ray, Vav, that Mogar guy, maybe that Dragon-Kiddo or whatever his name was? Okay, not that last one but any others! What happened to the firemen?! Where were they?!
Glass shattered in her window across the room, and through the blinding blaze of her rug, she could make out a figure. Someone had finally come for her! Finally, she would escape with her life today!

Her joy was short lived however as the wooden floor creaked beneath her feet, growing hotter as boards began to smolder and blacken. ___'s eyes widened. The floor was ready to collapse beneath her feet, the fire from the previous floor having reached the roof.
"Hurry! The floor!" she called, trying to press her weight against the wall to avoid breaking the boards. A whine of terror slipped between her lips when a streak of slippery smoke emitted from the wood. She looked up for her hero and found the tall, broad-shouldered figure beating the hemp rug with his wide blade. Her brow furrowed, wondering what he was hoping to accomplish.

The floor cracked beneath her feet, lifting a yelp from her lungs as her right ankle plunged through the disintegrated boards. Her toes were licked by the heat on the lower lever, falling through to her knee before her other leg caught her body. Quickly after, however, her left foot cracked the boards below, sinking down into the burning embers. ____ screeched, pulling herself desperately from the crackling flames below her.

Strong hands slid under her arms, lifting her from the crumbling planks and tossing her over their furry shoulder. She grunted and felt her savior moving, before her stomach plunged as they dropped out the window. Her instinctual screech was short lived before they hit the ground and the furry shoulder situated under her gut slammed into her abdomen.

"The screaming young adult from tiny house number 317 has been rescued, Water Warrior," ___'s rescuer grunted. She squirmed over the mans shoulder as a sign to be let down and in response, hands gripped and waist and lifted her.

"Uhh, thanks, I guess," the fireman grunted back.

____ slid off the shirtless hero, coming face to face with her savior... and his bomb-ass pecs. Broad and chiseled shoulders melting into delicious pectorals, sharply defined abs and /god/ his thick biceps only a crawl away from her fingertips that rested on his chiseled forearms. The girl couldn't bring herself to look up to the man's face, completely entranced in the sinewy muscle of his torso, glistening from the heat of the building and clad in a heavy coat of fur.

The fireman spoke up again. "Are there any others in the building?"

"You doubt Mogar, Water Warrior?" growled the hero.

His booming voice raised ____'s eyes to examine his face and hot damn, talk about a double whammy.
'Is everything about him angular?!' she choked internally, gawking over the sharp curve of his jaw, strong nose, thick brows, and general intimidating grimace.

"No, no... Just trying to do my job is all..." the fireman sighed, "Does she need any medical attention?"

Mogar turned his glare to ____ and her stomach flipped. "Does the young female-" his voice dipped off quietly, jaw softening as he met your eyes. "uuhm..." he hushed, blinking as a red flush spread across his features.

As quickly as the look had crossed his face, it was replaced with a puzzled grimace as he turned his head, giving it a small shake. "Mogar... uuhh... Does the young female need attention?" he grumbled, looking down his nose at her. ____ noted his stiff shoulders and pained expression and snapped her senses back, quickly removing her herself with a hushed gasp. Mogar's hands left her hips and ____ brought her hands to her chest, embarrassed.

"No no! S-sorry, I'm fine..." she sputtered.

"Uhrm. Good... The young female should remember to drink water then, and possibly apply aloe-"

"_____. It's ____..." the (h/c) interrupted sheepishly, playing with the ends of her hair, looking down.

"Oh," Mogar mumbled, "That's a nice name..."

____ looked up with a blush and Mogar stiffened, red seeping across his cheeks.

"Goodbye, _____!" he forced out, before dashing off and up a building.

____ looked after, mouth agape at the encounter with her hero. After a long pause, the fireman cleared his throat. "Wow, that was awkward," he grunted, scratching the back of his neck.

_____ laughed nervously, bringing her arms around herself. "Yeah, no kidding..." she mumbled, remembering the gentle weight on her waist.

"You so should have got his number."

"What?!" ____ cried, looking ludicrously at the older man.

The walkie talkie at the man's hip squeaked and garbled and the fire fighter picked up the device, grunting in response. He communicated briefly with the other end before motioning to _____. Finishing his conversation, he pulled a pen from his pocket.

"What is it?" _____ asked, as the man picked up her arm and scribbled ink on it. She protested quickly but noticed it was an address.

"Some Richy-rich eserved a few hotel rooms for everyone in the fire so you could all chill there for a few weeks. Ya know, before you find another place to burn down. The rest of us have a Kitten-tastrophe on 7th street. A van will escort all of you to your destination," the man explained before taking off for the now-blaring fire truck.

"That's it?!" she called after him, to which she received no answer.

And so, there _____ stood for another half-hour, cold, thirsty, and impatient, before a bonefied party bus pulled up, strangely cranking out Beethoven tunes....

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____ sighed as she walked into her hotel suite, throwing down the key card on the door-side table. That night had been exhausting and it was nearing 3am as she looked around her huge hotel room. Err... rooms... The fire, /Mogar/, the nauseous drive over, all on top of being told that all of her expenses would be payed was very disorientating. Like Pretty Woman but with no hot billionaire to greet her, naked on her rose petal water bed.

_____ shook her head of the thought and pressed her palms to her face.

"Shower.... I need a shower..." she mumbled to herself, starting to find the bathroom. Of course, it was huge, with a double sink, cherrywood cabinet storage, and glass door, multi-faceted, stone-paneled shower. The creamy, terra-cotta tile was warm beneath her feet and a single, plush, white towel lay on the gold-flecked, marble counter.

_____ was uncomfortable with the expense of the place, wondering which dumb billionaire thought it was a good idea to provide expensive suites to over 20 rooms. Still, she stripped put of her sweaty pajamas and stepped into the deliciously hot, steamy shower. Even the soaps were fancy; the shampoo smelling like peaches and cream and the shower gel a sparkling vanilla. She had three conditioners to choose from and there was even a facial kit tucked behind the soap. By the end of her shower, ____ was feeling like an absolute goddess with soft, glowing skin that smelled like a pastry.

Drying off and throwing her damp hair up into a ponytail, she emerged from the steamy bathroom and into her room. She noticed a tray of food on the tiny dining table opposite the bed and her stomach growled terribly. Grabbing a croissant, she collapsed onto the bed, the cool, silk sheets caressing her skin as she munched on her snack.

The TV was placed by the mini-living room along with the remote, which wasn't within arms reach, and therefore, too far. So _____ decided to finish her food instead and drift off into a deep sleep.