#noxy's alternative reconciliation fic

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💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 1/6 | Word Count: 5752 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

This fic is finished, all chapters will be posted before the year ends!

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Sneak peek under the cut:

Even though it was one in the morning, the unexpected phone call was a welcome distraction from TK’s fitful slumber. Why he even bothered really trying to sleep was beyond him – he never truly found any rest nowadays. 

Still, it was rather unusual for him to get a call this late, and most of the time, it didn’t mean anything good. Especially not when it came from an unknown number. Bracing for the worst, TK tried to shake out the cobwebs in his brain and answered on the fifth ring.

“Hello?”

Before he even heard a voice, he could hear music in the background and some chatter, laughter, certainly a small crowd – typical noises of a bar or some fairly loud spot. It didn’t make sense to his sleep-addled mind. 

“TK?” came a familiar voice, even though he couldn’t place it. “You mind stopping by to pick up your boyfriend?”

TK wondered if he had even fully woken up because none of this made any sense to his overtired brain. “Who’s this?” he finally slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up fully, putting his feet on the cold hardwood floor. Maybe that would help him see more clearly.

“Oh, sorry,” the voice replied, and for a moment, TK was sure that out of the ruckus going on in the background, he heard an even more familiar voice. “This is Katy from the Honky Tonk. Carlos is here and he’s pretty sloshed and I can’t let him drive like this. Are you on shift or can you come take him home?” 

TK was glad he was still sitting because out of everything he had expected – from his mother being in the hospital, to his father being lost somewhere in the hills and calling from an unknown landline, to a simple prank caller – this certainly didn’t even rank on his list.

“I– I’m sorry… what?”

“Shit, can you even hear me? It’s pretty loud here tonight, hang on–”

“No, no, it’s fine,” TK interrupted, taking a deep breath to center himself. “No, it’s okay. I was just… I mean… uhm, Carlos and I–”

Carlos and he what?

Were taking a break? Were over, so please call someone else? 

TK still hated himself for what he had done to the man he loved more than his own life – he certainly wouldn’t deny him any help. Even if Carlos most likely wouldn’t have asked him for it on his own. After everything TK had done, it would be a surprise if he wouldn’t strangle him as soon as he laid eyes on him. On the other hand, though, Carlos was far too nice a person for that, so it was more likely that he would just ignore TK.

But none of that mattered when Carlos needed him – and it certainly wasn’t anything Katy needed to be privy to. She was obviously still in the dark about the two of them. They hadn’t been at the Honky Tonk together in weeks, for obvious reasons, but Katy didn’t seem to find that odd.

Besides, if Carlos was truly sloshed, then maybe he wouldn’t even realize it was TK who helped him. Because if he did notice, TK was pretty sure he would resist.

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

💞 now complete 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 6/6 | Word Count: 2247 | Complete: 22770 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

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The nerves didn’t start until the first ring of the doorbell came. In some way, Carlos knew he had nothing to worry about – but still. This was, in a way, the whole ‘getting to know the friends’ all over again. Thankfully, the first person to greet him on the other side of his door was Grace, and she had her arms around him before he even saw Judd standing behind her.

“Carlos, it’s so good to see you again,” Grace told him, pulling back only to cradle his cheek in one hand. “It’s been too long.”

“I agree,” Carlos replied, genuinely happy to know that it would change again in the future. Not that he could give that away just yet. “And thank you for joining us tonight.”

“Of course,” Judd answered instead, engulfing him in a big hug as well. “Wouldn’t miss this.”

“Are we the first?” Grace asked, already stepping in.

Carlos took her coat from her and put it up as she already took in the loft.

“You are, yes. What can I get you? Grace, water or juice? Or tea?”

“Water for now, thank you,” she replied, her hand moving to her round belly. “This little one has been picky about juices lately, so I don’t want to risk anything.”

“Alright,” Carlos acknowledged with a nod before turning to Judd. “Beer?”

“Sure.”

“For us as well,” a new voice rang out.

Turning towards it, Carlos smiled as he saw Marjan stepping through the open door, Paul and Mateo right behind her. For a moment, he couldn’t even believe how good it felt to really have his friends back in his home. He had seen them in the past few weeks, of course. There had been shared scenes and some lunch dates with Paul and of course all those times he had to arrest Marjan… but none of that came even close to welcoming them into his home just now.

And given the big hugs and hellos they shared, his friends felt the same.

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 4/6 | Word Count: 4010 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

This fic is finished, all chapters will be posted before the year ends!

💞 Chapter 1 💞

💞 Chapter 2 💞

💞 Chapter 3 💞

💞 Read Chapter 4 on ao3 💞

Sneak peek under the cut:

Leading TK into the loft, his eyes covered so it would be somewhat of a surprise, was a feeling of pure bliss for Carlos. It wasn’t yet what it would be once they added TK’s stuff – but it was still composed of all the things they had chosen together during the months before their breakup. And when TK admitted that it had been too dark for him to truly look around and that he’d purposefully not checked anything in the morning twilight, Carlos had felt a deep, deep need to make this moment as special as he could.

“Carlos,” TK laughed, shaking his head without dislodging Carlos’ hand from his eyes. “Is this really necessary?”

“It absolutely is,” Carlos whispered into his ear, reveling in the way he made his boyfriend shiver. It was probably triggered as much by Carlos’ breath on his neck as it was from the feeling of stepping into a warm room after spending hours outside in the cold. But either way, it was a good look on TK.

Pulling his eyes away from his boyfriend, Carlos looked around the living room one last time – not that he had cleaned up or anything before hastening to the café… but he was also a neat person by default, so…

“Okay,” he whispered, and taking his hand away he stepped aside so TK could fully concentrate on the sight before him. 

Watching the love of his life take in their home for the first time was an experience Carlos would cherish forever. He noticed the moment TK recognized the couch, saw when his boyfriend discovered the bookshelves and the art they had picked out together; and while TK drank it all in, Carlos drank in the sight of him.

“Carlos…” TK whispered, his fingers covering his mouth and his eyes sparkling as they still wandered around the place. “You… you…”

It seemed words were failing him, and Carlos wished he could bottle up this moment in some way. Record it and play it over and over again. As it was, all he could do was enjoy the view when TK stepped up to him, softly resting his hands on Carlos’ cheeks, and then pulling him in for a deep and long kiss.

“I can’t believe you still built us our home after what I did,” TK eventually murmured, lips still brushing against his.

Carlos kissed him once more before pulling back just far enough to look at him. “This was always meant to be ours, how could I do anything else?”

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 2/6 | Word Count: 2980 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

This fic is finished, all chapters will be posted before the year ends!

💞 Chapter 1 💞

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Sneak peek under the cut:

The first thing Carlos became aware of was a terrible pressure behind his eyes, followed closely by an irritating ringing that slowly weaved its way through the cotton in his brain. Without knowing anything at all – not which day or even what year it was, let alone which planet he lived on – he knew one thing for sure.

This was the worst hangover ever.

The terrible ringing stopped and he was almost positive it was replaced by a familiar voice whispering – but his brain was too foggy to make sense of any of the words or situation. Aside from the fact that he loved that voice, though he had no idea why.

He was sure he began drifting back to sleep but he couldn’t be sure if it was for five seconds or another five hours. All he knew was that he slowly became aware of a soft pressure against his side. A comfortable one, familiar, right.

All too suddenly the pressure began moving, and while he didn’t know why that was wrong, he made his displeasure known. He wouldn’t have been able to explain exactly how he did but there seemed to have been quite a bit of grunting. And it was very possible that his arm flexed some to pull the squirming pressure back towards his body.

Or maybe he only dreamed all that and was actually still deep asleep, Carlos had no idea which was which.

And then there was that familiar voice again, closer to his ear this time.

“Carlos? Babe? Can you let go, please?”

No.

Carlos didn’t know why, he just knew that he couldn’t let go. Never again.

“Carlos,” the voice whispered again, a husky chuckle in his ear. “I swear I’m not running.”

That was good to know, right?

More senses started to flood his mind, the most prominent one a familiar fragrance. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he knew something was off, although he had no recollection as to why breathing in the scent of peaches and oranges couldn’t be real. It was so wonderful and it felt so right and like finally getting all he had ever wanted – so why shouldn’t it be real?

“Babe, please, come on,” the voice whispered again, and he was sure he felt lips being pressed against his cheek. “Wake up.”

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 3/6 | Word Count: 3145 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

This fic is finished, all chapters will be posted before the year ends!

💞 Chapter 1 💞

💞 Chapter 2 💞

💞 Read Chapter 3 on ao3 💞

Sneak peek under the cut:

TK couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous. At one point, his leg had jiggled so badly that his temporary partner had given him an unimpressed look. He’d apologized and been grateful that he wasn’t currently working with Nancy because she wouldn’t have shown him any mercy.

Despite forcing his leg to stay still, he still felt like he needed to crawl out of his skin, and with each minute longer that his phone stayed silent, it only grew worse. For the better part of this short shift he’d been called in for, he’d been able to assure himself that Carlos was still asleep, that it would take a while until he came back to the land of the living. But the closer the clock crept towards noon, the further his heart sank. Carlos should be awake by now, right? What if he was… but simply ignored TK’s letter? It was possible, right? It was… it was possible that awake and sober Carlos felt different than sleepy and drunk Carlos, wasn’t it? And if that was the case…

Well, if that was the case, there was nothing TK could do about it other than accepting it.

Noon came and went, and with it TK’s ability to look at the bright side of things. There was still a slight chance that Carlos wasn’t even awake yet… and maybe TK should be a bit worried about him if that was the case… maybe he should even check in with him. But for now, all he did was drag himself to the changing room. He took an extra long shower – not for the first time missing the showers at the 126, even though these here at this private company weren’t the worst – and tried to wash away the bitter feelings that were creeping in. He would simply go home and sleep for the rest of the day.

Well… not home, just… just back to his dad’s place…

Sighing, he switched off the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around his hips, making his way back to his locker. He was in the process of putting on his hoodie when his phone started vibrating, rattling against the metal shelf of his locker where he had put it before the shower.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, trying to free his head and hands at the same time, getting caught up in the bulky material for a moment. Able to free himself, he dove for his phone, his heart taking a leap when he read Carlos’ name on the display. Not even stopping to take a breath, he picked up, huffing out a rushed, “Hey!” into the phone.

“Hey,” came Carlos’ immediate reply – and it was as if TK was finally able to breathe right again.

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[noxsoulmate]

💞 Noxy’s Alternate Reconciliation Fic 💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 5/6 | Word Count: 4636 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, drunk Carlos. Concerned TK, TK takes care of Carlos, drunken confessions, post-break up, getting back together, mutual pining, boys using their words, idiots in love, explicit sexual content, makeup sex, domestic fluff, telling their friends, healthy communication | Art made by: @chaotictarlos 💕

Summary:

“Carlos, who are you talking about?” “My boyfriend. He left,” Carlos slurred. TK’s heart was racing now, a silent laugh escaping him. But he needed to be absolutely sure who the sleeping, drunken Carlos was talking about. “What’s his name?” “Tyler Kennedy. But he’ll kill you if you call him that.”

~*~

An alternative rendition of how TK and Carlos may have gotten back together.

This fic is finished, all chapters will be posted before the year ends!

💞 Chapter 1 💞

💞 Chapter 2 💞

💞 Chapter 3 💞

💞 Chapter 4 💞

💞 Read Chapter 5 on ao3 💞

Sneak peek under the cut:

“So, how are we going to tell the others?” TK asked late the next morning, popping a blueberry into his mouth as he kicked his feet back and forth a bit.

It had taken no time at all for him to find his new favorite place in the kitchen to sit and watch his man. He took full advantage of their counter being L-shaped, slouching into the corner it made. That way, he was close enough to the sink to pull Carlos over whenever the man needed to clean a knife or wash his hands, and also sat right next to where Carlos prepared some of the ingredients.

Not that he was stealing them or anything…

Munching on another blueberry, he took in Carlos’ grin, letting it warm him as his man looked right at him.

“Have they been bugging you as well?”

“Only all the time,” TK replied with a laugh, reaching for a cut strawberry next. “Nancy was just about to murder me, she wanted to know the tea so badly.”

“Did you not tell her?”

Carlos’ genuine surprise struck him but TK still tried for a smile. “How could I have told her about making the biggest mistake of my life? It was too painful to think about, let alone talk about…” He had to swallow when his voice gave out, all these emotions bubbling up inside of him again. 

He heard Carlos put the whisk down, leaving the pancake batter behind as he stepped right into the V of TK’s legs, kissing him deep and long and thoroughly. Humming into the kiss, TK let it chase away the dark mood. No matter how much they had kissed and touched and whispered reassurances over the past twenty hours or so, there could never be enough of it, at least not in TK’s opinion.

They had followed his plan the previous night, eating a light midnight snack right at this very counter he was sitting on now. After, they had snuggled up on the couch but for the life of him, TK wouldn’t be able to say what they had watched. Because the moment he had been back in Carlos’ arms, they had been kissing until they had fallen asleep.

The morning had started as planned as well, their couch proven to be an excellent place for some mind-blowing sex. And now, it was pancake time…

“You taste fruity,” Carlos murmured against his lips, leaving one, two, three more pecks before leaning back just far enough to grin at TK. “Do I need to start putting out fake ingredients again for you to ‘steal’? So there’s enough left for our actual food?”

TK couldn’t help the silly wide grin that spread over his face as he slung his arms over Carlos’ shoulders, holding him close. “Yes, please do,” he begged. “I’ve missed that.” Pulling him in, he pressed kisses along Carlos’ jaw and down his neck as he whispered. “I’ve missed you cooking for me, I’ve missed your food and how well you know me, how you always know just what to put out to distract me. I’ve missed all these little moments we create, with just us…” Pulling back, he looked Carlos deep in his eyes. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.”

Carlos’ hands were beneath his shirt before their lips even connected again.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Carlos whispered in between kisses – and TK was eternally grateful that Carlos hadn’t gotten yet to start the stove.

The counter was christened next…

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TK clearly tried to suppress the little twitch and the slight jerk of his head but Carlos still caught it both and winced in sympathy. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he murmured, pulling the antiseptic wipe away and pressing a soft kiss against TK’s hairline instead.

TK leaned into the touch as he sighed. “No need to be sorry. Not like it’s your fault.”

“I mean, I’m the one who dragged you out here, so… Guess I feel a little bit responsible.”

💞 Alt Reconciliation fic

“Do you want anything to drink? Or are you hungry?” he eventually murmured into TK’s hair.

But TK shook his head. “No,” he breathed out as he drew back a few inches, looking at him with such an open and honest gaze that it made Carlos’ heart beat wildly. “All I want is you, if that’s okay.”

Swallowing, Carlos nodded. “More than okay, of course,” he whispered, lips already brushing against TK’s again for another kiss.

The kiss held the same kind of softness as the one back at the park, and it didn’t even change when TK’s hands began to wander, or when he moved them a little bit, just so that he could lean against the back of the couch, pulling Carlos even closer and spreading his legs for Carlos to perfectly step in between. It was the ideal setup for the heat to rise between them – as it usually would – and still, the intention of the kiss never changed; never moved beyond the tender reassurance of the love that was still between them; the careful remapping of every inch of their lips and mouths; the need to commit each other’s tastes to memory once more and to once again learn the feeling of their bodies pressed together and beneath their hands.

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I finally finished my alternate reconciliation fic 🥳🥳 it's now with my beta and I really hope to post it sometime in December.

This fic was supposed to just be a 5k piece of TK taking care of drunken Carlos while they're broken up... and it exploded to a 22k work 😅😂 So I hope you're all willing to read that many words of TK and Carlos finding their way back to each other, with long talks and lots of emotions 🥰

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As a little teaser, have the beginning of the fic 😊 (under the cut)

PS: I still love you, too

The phone call at one in the morning came out of nowhere but it was a welcome distraction from TK’s fitful slumber. Why he even bothered really trying to sleep was beyond him – he never truly found any rest nowadays.

Still, the time was rather unusual, and most of the time, it didn’t mean anything good. Especially not when it came from an unknown number. Bracing for the worst, TK tried to shake out the cobwebs in his brain and answered on the fifth ring.

“Hello?”

Before he even heard a voice, he could hear music in the background and some chatter, laughter, certainly a small crowd – typical noises of a club or maybe a bar or something. It didn’t make sense to his sleep-addled mind. 

“TK?” came a familiar voice, even though he couldn’t place it. “You mind stopping by to pick up your boyfriend?”

TK wondered if he had even fully woken up because none of this made any sense. No sense at all. “Who’s this?” he finally slurred, rubbing his eyes and sitting up fully, putting his feet on the cold hardwood floor. Maybe that would help him see more clearly.

“Oh, sorry,” the voice replied, and for a moment, TK was sure that out of the ruckus going on in the background, he heard an even more familiar voice. “This is Katy from the honky tonk. Carlos is here and he’s pretty sloshed and I can’t let him drive like this. Are you on shift or can you come and pick him up?” 

TK was glad he was still sitting because out of everything he had expected – from his mother being in the hospital, to his father being lost somewhere in the hills and calling from an unknown landline, to a simple prank caller – this was certainly not high on his list.

“I– I’m sorry… what?”

“Shit, sorry, can you even hear me? It’s pretty loud here tonight, hang on–”

“No, no, it’s fine,” TK interrupted, taking a deep breath to center himself. “No, it’s okay. I was just… I mean… uhm, Carlos and I–”

Carlos and he what?

Were taking a break? Were over? So please call someone else? 

TK still hated himself for what he had done to the man he loved more than his own life – he certainly wouldn’t deny him any help. Even if Carlos most likely wouldn’t ask for it himself. After everything TK had done, it would be a surprise if he wouldn’t strangle him the second he saw him. Though on the other hand, Carlos was far too nice a person for that, so it was more likely that he would just ignore TK.

But none of that mattered when Carlos needed him – and it certainly wasn’t anything he needed to discuss with Katy. Who, obviously, was still in the dark about the two of them. They hadn’t been at the Honky Tonk together in weeks, for obvious reasons, but Katy didn’t seem to find that odd.

Besides, if Carlos was truly sloshed, then maybe he wouldn’t even realize it was TK who helped him. Because if he would, TK was pretty sure he would resist.

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