I need Evan Buckley to be romanced. I need him to be a stuttering mess, acting like he’s never been woo’d before. I need to see him nervous and gain confidence in dating men.
Buck deserves this after all the relationships he’s had where he feels he needs to better himself to deserve his partner.
I want there to be at least a few episodes of him and Tommy together so that Bucks bisexuality can be an individual character story and not something linked to buddie.
Because honestly buck being bisexual matters more to me than Buddie being canon, so I would rather them honour this storyline and do it as well as they can than use it as a stepping stone to buddie and rush it.
Coming out stories where there is no angst and just the road to understanding themselves is not shown enough and 9-1-1 has an opportunity to show a man in his 30s discover himself with no (real) drama and just loving acceptance from his family.
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I have this story idea and I was be like, what if for once in my life I don't write this linearly from start to finish but putting all the cool scenes on the paper and then think about figuring out the rest. You know, up until this point, I only wrote linearly and whenever I lost the mojo, started publishing it and hoped for comments and reviews, so the high feelings would make me be able to finish the stuff. This usually ends up me having a breakdown at one or two chapters before the end and being unable to look at that story for months.
So yeah. Move it! Cool scenes that made this story happen in the first place! Who cares about consistency when I'm so good at using headings and navigating in my massive doc!
Jokes on me, we are at the figuring out the rest part, and I'm seriously considering that I should leave it like this, making it a bunch of whumps in the same au.
I also want to make this into an epic story with all the cool stuff, so I would be able to make you cry in the end
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That Poor Bastard Ganon -- Part 4
Part 3
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Hyrule knew more than anyone what it felt like to be hunted. To feel the end approaching—out of time, out of strength, out of hope. To be surrounded, chased down and brutalized, to face the possibility of defeat alone.
He never thought he’d one day be on the other side of it.
The ground shook as Ganondorf roared. And it was Ganondorf, of that he was sure; Hyrule could sense the Triforce within him, its magical aura nearly blinding in its intensity. But in place of tusks and hooves and black, noxious fumes, there lay instead an injured, frightened Gerudo man. “For once in your life, listen to me!” he shouted, and the clouds above began to roil.
Zelda pitched forward, falling to her knees before she could right herself. A faint, wispy halo surrounded her, her own connection to the Triforce timidly unfurling, like a butterfly stretching its wings for the first time. She was back on her feet right away.
Warriors was already approaching Ganondorf, drawing his blade with the purposeful movement of an executioner, mirrored closely by Wild’s dangerous prowl. “Legend!”
“Got it!” Legend answered, understanding the situation with ease. He sprinted toward Zelda, his Pegasus Boots shimmering. A second later, he swept her up into his arms, half-turning away before his momentum was lost, shielding her with his back. “I have her!”
Zelda beat against Legend’s chest with her little fists, tugging his hair when her strikes weren’t enough. She ordered him to release her, but all Hyrule could focus on was the sudden misery and devastation Ganondorf showed.
As if spilling away through a sieve, all the power, all the turbulence, just… stopped. Ganondorf hunched over, a man left without any fight. His paling face was trained on Zelda. “No, please, no,” he beseeched, fingers digging through the sand. “Please, don’t hurt her. Please, I beg of you.”
“What’s happening?” Wind asked quietly, head tilting to the side, eyeing Ganondorf like a particularly dangerous animal.
“...s’what I was trying to tell you,” Sky was saying, gratefully taking a potion from Four and clinging to Time’s shoulder as if he couldn’t stand on his own.
Ganondorf didn’t appear to notice, too focused on Legend, on Zelda. The air began to reek of his blood. “I’ll do anything, I swear to the goddesses. Anything. Just please, don’t hurt her. She’s all I have.”
Warriors appeared unsympathetic. It was disarmingly natural for him. “Toss your sword aside,” he ordered coldly.
Ganondorf obeyed without hesitation, breathing heavily but otherwise silent. He kept his eyes on Zelda, who started crying when she realized she couldn’t get away from Legend. Her connection to Nayru visibly dimmed in Hyrule’s eyes.
Warriors stared at Ganondorf for several long seconds, his sword’s edge glinting in the sunlight. A breeze stirred his hair, casting shadows across his eyes. Then, with a click of his tongue, he made eye contact with Time. And that’s when Hyrule realized Warriors was just as thrown off as the rest of them.
The skin across Sky’s fingers and side appeared shiny and pink with newness. He returned Four’s bottle with a murmured thanks, tugging half-heartedly at what remained of his shirt. He took a deep breath, strangely resolute, before approaching Ganondorf at a steady walk. Sand crunched under each step, reminding Hyrule of the bone dry caverns of Death Mountain. Sky stopped directly in front of Ganondorf, silhouetted by the sun; hero and monster, above and below. It left an uneasy feeling in Hyrule’s gut.
Ganondorf did his best to glare, but the effect was ruined by his sweat-soaked hair and the faint trembling of his jaw. “What do you want?” he asked brokenly.
Sky knelt before him, placing his hands on his knees. Humble, calm. It didn’t look right. “To apologize,” Sky said quietly. “And explain why we’re here. Though I’ll admit, I’m a bit confused about this situation as well, but…” He tried to smile and failed miserably. Still, he tried. Then he looked straight at Hyrule. “But first, Ganondorf, I think you should be healed.”
Not a hunt, perhaps, but Hyrule felt trapped by those words all the same.
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