────────You're Gonna Go Far, Noah Kahan

        Ezra Parekh never thought that he would get this far. When he was growing up, his house always seemed to be on fire, but there was no way to put it out. Nobody ever listened. Nobody else ever tired to help put the fire out. Maybe the house had burned down a long time ago, and he was just reliving it every day. Maybe they had all died a long time ago—Ezra certainly wanted to, an attempt that only left him with more scars to add to the collection. It was always his mother who lit the match and his father who did nothing to stop the flames from crawling along the walls and burning Ezra and leaving black and blue marks across his arms and beneath his eyes. Eventually, Ezra just grew so used to the walls around him being on fire that he forgot that the rest of the world was not on fire.

Ezra never thought that he would get out.

He always thought that he would die in the house that he grew up in. The smoke was so thick that he couldn't see the path in front of him. The fire surrounded him on all sides. The smoke filled his lungs. He should have died in that house, but he fought through the burning maze. He made it. The burns from the fire would always be a part of him, and there would always be splinters of the wood and shards of glass from his old home embedded in the palms of his hands, but against all odds, he made it out of that burning building. He emerges from the fire at seventeen with smoke in his lungs and ash in his eyes and the fire still burning behind him and the skeletal remains of what was once a home fading into the distance (he will always see the smoke from the fire on the horizon—no amount of distance he puts between him and his his home will ever be enough for it to go away). He struggles to find his footing before he joins the fire academy at eighteen and eight months later, he's placed at station 118. He makes a life of saving people and running into burning buildings and coming home to an empty apartment and shedding the ghosts of his day from his shoulders like a winter coat at the end of the day. There is a debt that he has to pay—a savior's complex that had rooted itself inside him at seven years old—and maybe once he's paid that debt, the smoke will be gone from the horizon and the house will be no more. His mother's anger would disappear, and he'd finally be at peace.

Sometimes Ezra wonders if he ever really escaped the fire—or if he just ran straight back into it.

avan jogia.        Ezra Parekh
He/Him.  1992.  Firefighter.

diego boneta.        Salvador Sal Reyes

oliver stark.        Evan Buck Buckley

peter krause.       Robert Bobby Nash

aisha hinds.        Henrietta Hen Wilson

kenneth choi.        Howard Chimney Han

angela bassett.       Athena Grant

more to be added

Warnings: child abuse, violence, character death, poor coping mechanisms, poor mental health, PTSD, depictions of substance abuse/addiction, toxic and abusive relationships and family dynamics, sexual assault, characters with savior/martyr complexes, suicide ideation, (implied) sexual content.

this is marked as mature because there will be themes of sexual assault and child abuse.  they are not constant throughout the fic, but they do exist.  all chapters that contain descriptions of these will have trigger warnings at the beginning.

Author's Note: 911 is my latest obsession. i love this silly firefighter show. ezra is my baby. my plan is for this to be a buck fic, but definitely slow burn because i do not want to erase the bi buck discovery. ezra is going to have other love interests before he and buck finally get together, starting with mr sal reyes.

i think i'm really going to enjoy writing this because i feel like the vibes and also jsut the writing itself don't depend on prosey stuff. it's more lowkey and more chill and i really hope that i'll be able to write 7+ seasons of all of this. i probably won't be doing every single episode, just the ones that i deem important to ezra and his development.