#911versefic

oooh, thanks for thinking of me, Nonnie 💜

I my most popular fic is definitely Regain your Power:

Regain Your Power

One Shot, Words: 7446, Rating: Explicit, Warning: BDSM, pure filth!

Set in 3x11, right after the Raging Bull scene.... Carlos needs to regain some of his power, so he slowly takes TK apart in the best way he knows.

my personal favorite is definitely Satisfy You:

Satisfy you

One Shot, Words: 6076, Rating: E

Inspired by this prompt on tumblr:

"Give me a fic where TK tells Carlos (or Carlos finds out somehow) that Alex wouldn’t let him cum almost all the time. Not in a bdsm way, but in a fucked up controlling way. So, naturally, Carlos (after a quick “this ok with you” convo) ties TK up and pulls as many from him as possible, leaving TK a whimpering, over stimulated in the best way, mess"

Or how I imagine TK and Carlos start that part of their relationship in my series (can be read alone though)



and then the last two of my favorite would definitely be: 

This Thing Called Love

One Shot, Words: 2418, Rating: Explicit

“You’re not just saying yes so you can go back to sleep, right?” he quips, in an attempt to break them out of their serious moment and let their happiness take over.

“I mean maybe… maybe… but…” Carlos mumbles as he kisses him again and drags him back into bed, covering TK’s body with his own. This is where TK feels safest, the weight of Carlos’ body pressing him into the mattress, cocooning them in warmth, and protecting him from the world

- or the soft sex I imagined they had right after

and

To Make You Feel My Love

One Shot, Words: 2411, Rating: E

“You thought I wanted to fix you, but there’s nothing to fix because I already love everything about you”. TK looked at him a little skeptical. “I doubt you love everything.”

Carlos just placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and responded seriously “everything!”

He trailed little kisses from TK’s nose to his cheekbones and across his forehead.

“I love your mind!” he said, pressing a kiss to TK’s temple. “Even when it decides it’s a good idea to bring a flesh-eating lizard into our house.” As TK giggled over Carlos’s continued displeasure with their previous pet, Carlos continued his trail of kisses down TK’s neck and across his sternum.

[26,184 words] [rated: teen and up] [romance novelist eddie au]

Romance is a lot easier to write about than it is to put into practice, and Eddie is the world’s most ridiculous living example of that. He can practically hear the kind of jokes that Shannon would make about it, if he ever told her about the books but - he didn’t. And somehow, probably just because he didn’t start writing until after they weren’t living together anymore, she never found out.

There’s actually only a handful of people in the world who know that Eddie is a writer - and more specifically, that he’s E. Diaz, one of the bestselling romance authors on the market.

or - the one where everything in canon is the same, except eddie diaz is secretly a bestselling romance author, and nobody knows. Yet.

MR. AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE chapter one: it isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference [ch: 1/15 | 4.6k] {ao3}

When mysterious and talk of the town First Son Eddie Diaz and his tabloid assigned rival Prince Evan Buckley are pictured in an altercation, they must amend the incident by playing the part of friendship for social media. What Eddie finds is that the stuffy prince may not be so stuffy after all and helps him become more confident in his fatherhood and bring him his Shakespearean love story.

Or the Red White & Royal Blue AU that many people asked for.

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: E (for later chapters) | Warnings: Alternative Universe, Hallmark Style Fic, Fluff, Mature Language, Dirty Talk, Suggestive Situations, Carlos is hella sassy, and i love him for it, fake dating, strangers to lovers

Summary: TK needs a fake date for his mother's Christmas Work Party. Enter Carlos.

Author's Note: Thank you to @thebumblecee for listening to me scream about this fic when I came up with the idea for it and coming up with the title and tag line and for letting me send you a hella lot of the parts that I wrote because I was so excited about sassy Carlos and the story that was forming and just being the most encouraging person.

Thank you to @detective-giggles for letting me send you random parts and scream at you too.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing this.

For: @tarlosweeklyprompts December 14th Prompt: Hallmark Style Meet Cute (ignoring the meet cute part and making it a full fic)

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Chapter 1 / 4

TK could have just said no.

He should have said no.

He should have just told his mother that he wasn’t bringing anyone home for the holidays and that he was once again going to show up single and alone to her work’s Christmas Party when she asked.

Instead, he had happily told her that he was going to bring someone back home and that he really hoped she’d like him. He had spent at least half an hour excitedly talking about his boyfriend to her and getting hers - and his - hopes up that this would be the year he had someone on his arm that he could show off.

But then, when he told his boyfriend about the work party and asked him about going - yes he asked a bit later than he should have - things got awkward and David told him he didn’t feel like they were “in the place to meet parents” and that this was just a “casual” thing and he didn’t see it “lasting very long after the new year.” 

Needless to say, after that conversation TK very quickly ended things with him and bitterly packed up the few things he had kept at David’s apartment.

Now he’s in his apartment, pacing around the small living room as he tries to figure out just who he’s going to bring to his mother’s annual work party. Of course, he could just call her and tell her that something had come up and he wasn’t going to bring someone after all, but he knows that she’ll ask for details, and any lie that he would tell her she would see through and he just doesn’t want to tell her that he’s broken up with another person.

So the only logical solution is to find someone to pretend to be his boyfriend. Just long enough to get through all of the holiday bullshit and not have his family ask him questions about when he was going to find someone and settle down. The only problem with his brilliant plan is that he doesn’t know anyone that he could ask to pretend to be his boyfriend.

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TK/Carlos, Carlos & Andrea - 3x14 Coda/Deleted Scene, mother-son relationships, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of gun violence, anxious/worried carlos, established tarlos

How Carlos finds out about the shooting incident and the aftermath that follows.

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As far as summer days in Austin go, today is fairly close to perfect. The heat is holding steady at 95F with a decent humidity. It’s actually nice enough to be out at the farmer’s market. He was off his shift early enough to pick up his mom and head over to get some supplies for dinner.

Carlos sighs as his mother goes another round with the vendor over the price. “Ma, do you want the jicama or not?”

His mom tsks loudly and spears him with a look. “I’m just saying it’s highway robbery.”

“What are you gonna do? Report them to Dad?” Carlos asks her, amused.  

His mother sends him her sweetest smile, the fake one, that’s beyond dangerous. “Why when I have a cop right here?”

The vendor’s eyes go wide and Carlos’s hisses, “Mama, stop.” 

As proud of his job as he is, Carlos understands that for many people cops are a dangerous gambit. Especially people who look like his family and that of the vendor. Carlos hands over the cash and the jicama ends up in the bag with the other vegetables. “Thank you.”

As they move on, his mother weaves her arm through his, just like she would have done with his father. 

“She could have gone lower.”

Carlos shakes his head with a laugh. “You got them for half-price, Ma.”

“The art of negotiation is lost on people these days.”

Carlos hums and pats her hand as they make their way through the market. They hit a few more vendors and his mother manages a few more discounts as she stocks up on microgreens his father will just complain about and yams. In the end, they’ve both collected enough for their respective dinners tonight and the rest of the week. Carlos pauses at the edge of the parking lot to fix the produce. He kneels to begin the reorganization.

“Thank you for being willing to take your old mama out to go shopping.”

Carlos looks up at her from where he’s rearranging the various produce items in the bags so nothing gets crushed. “You’re not old, Mama.”

Her hand runs over his hair as he bends again to finish making sure the microgreens are at the very top.  “My baby is twenty-eight. I used to think I was very grown up at twenty-eight.”

“You were married and had Rosa and Lourdes,” Carlos says, invoking the names of his oldest sisters. He stands, lifting the bags again. He grins at his mother, very glad neither of them are anywhere near the farmers market. “I mean, they’re enough to make anyone feel old.”

She laughs, a warm and rich sound, and Carlos is greeted with a soft elbow in the side as she weaves her arm through his again. “Aye, that’s my line. So, how are things going?”

“Good,” Carlos answers, quick and reflexively.

His mother sighs deeply and brings her free hand to her forehead. “Dios mio, you’re just like your father.” 

Her tongue clicks softly. “How is TK?”

she has my name but not my face

A 911: Lone Star fic

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Chapter 2 - I Really Need a Mirror That’ll Come along and Tell Me That I’m Fine

Nancy struggles with facing reality during her hearing tests; everyone around her struggles with the fallout.

5.2k || ao3

Fear of loss drives everything he does these days. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is.

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A 3x18 coda where TK confronts his grief and fears and tries to move forward in the face of them all.

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Fear of loss drives everything he does these days. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is. 

Which is why when he sees Carlos sitting at the kitchen counter calmly preparing his will, he maybe loses it a bit. But the thing about Carlos is that his boyfriend knows him better than anyone. So while they are having an argument about one thing, he knows they both know they are actually talking about something entirely different. Call it grief, call it trauma, but whatever the name it’s turned what should have been a calm morning into an argument full of sharp barbs and loaded words. 

It’s just…the mere existence of Carlos and dying in the same thought is enough to send him into a tailspin. Carlos is the most important person in the world to him. He is his entire life. And TK has lost so much, and those wounds are still healing. Sometimes all it takes is a little pressure for them to rip open again and for ugly things to start spilling out. 

“TK,” Carlos said firmly after a time, bringing their argument to a halt. When TK looked to him he nodded to the clock on the stove pointedly. “We should discuss this later,” he said, “you have a shift soon.” 

Rule number one in their relationship: never leave for a shift angry, because you never knew what was going to happen when you walked out the door.

“You’re right,” TK agreed with a sigh, “I’m sorry.” 

Carlos gave him a weak smile and stepped closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Promise me you’ll at least think about what I said?” he asked. 

“I will,” TK promised, leaning forward to give Carlos a kiss of his own. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” his boyfriend murmured, holding him close. “Be safe.” 

“You too,” TK told him pointedly, because the fear that had started this whole thing was still there. Carlos had a shift starting shortly after his own and somewhere along the way something happening to Carlos had become his biggest fear. There were days that he could hardly keep the lid on the fear that wanted to bubble up in his chest and insist that Carlos stay home, where it was safe.

But that wasn’t fair to Carlos, so all TK could do was trust him when he replied, “I will.”  

Love and trust went hand in hand, after all. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Carlos brings a hand up to cup his cheek. “Did you really do that last night?”

“I really did that last night,” TK with a quiet giggle. “Did you really say yes?”

It’s his turn to laugh now as he glides his thumb over the delicate skin under his eye. “I really said yes.”

The look TK gives him makes his heart catch in his throat all over again, and Carlos has never been more grateful to not have a shift. Because now he’s tearing up once again, remembering TK’s hushed speech hours before the rest of the world woke up, wrapped in a heap of comforters and hands clasped tightly together between them. They were solid and steady words, and Carlos, he swears, has them tattooed on his heart forever, right next to “Breathe, breathe, breathe.”