#911 ls fanfic

[sznofthesticks]

work is PUBLISHED wednesday!

thanks for the tags @honeybee-taskforce @heartstringsduet and @strandnreyes :)

i do not have any new words, so take this fic i published yesterday please :)

i apologize to my LS only mutuals but this one includes buck, because bi buck is taking up so much of my brain.

but this does have tarlos!

under the cut because spoilers

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. 

Buck reached two fingers up to his lips, still in disbelief. He was starting to panic. He started to pace in his kitchen. Ten minutes ago, he was sorting out his tax documents and now he’d kissed a man, and he liked it. 

He knew everyone at the 118 would be supportive,  but he can’t talk to them about this. They all know him. He can’t risk that.

He needed to talk to someone, someone who would get it and didn’t know Tommy. Then he thought of the perfect person. He pulled out his phone.

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no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @safeaswrites @reyesstrand @laelipoo @freneticfloetry @kiwichaeng @nancygillianmvp @zitasempri @ladytessa74 @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @literateowl @actualalligator @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @reasonandfaithinharmony @carlos-tk @jeysbvck @sugdenlovesdingle @vineofroses @firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @mikibwrites @paperstorm @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites and open tag

#my writing #wip wednesday #911 abc #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #911 fanfic #911 spoilers #thank you to everyone who has read or reblogged already 🧡

[rosedavid]

your love is all you owe me

Carlos exhales and leans forward until their foreheads rest together. Their noses brush every so often. TK’s eyes are big and bright with a fondness that seeps into Carlos’s very soul. The whole world zooms in; everything else falls away until nothing exists except the two of them.

...

4 times Carlos dances on his wedding day (+1 time he dances before)

Carlos/TK | Rated T | 6K words

@wandering-night19 @danieljradcliffe​ @thisbuildinghasfeelings​ @illbeyourreasonwhy​ @jddryder​ @goodiecornbread​

#tarlos #911 ls #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #tk strand #carlos reyes #this fic is so stuffed full of parallels lol #really happy with how this one turned out! #let me know if you want to be added or removed from my fanfic tag list!!

[spaghett-onaplate]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag Milo @cozy-fish-crow !!

From my Tarlos roommates and realistic fantasy AU:

TK wakes up an indeterminable amount of time later, overheated, mouth dry and limbs heavy. One of his shoes is still on, the other somehow on top of the dresser opposite the edge of his bed. He’s star-fished horizontally over his bed, his pillow clutched beneath one arm.

The all-day throbbing of his head and full-body tired ache has receded though, so he counts that as a win and lies still for a while longer, swallowing thickly and blinking groggily. His curtains are still wide open, and the sky outside is dark, well into the night. From the kitchen comes sizzling noises, and the tap of a spoon against a pot.

TK frowns and drags himself to his feet, finally taking off his shoe.

Tagging (no pressure!): @iworshipsappho @carlos-in-glasses @stygianirondiangelo

#it is not sunday for most of the world yet but good morning to me and my early shift! 😭 #this is not the part of the fic i stayed up too late working on last night </3 #seven sentence sunday #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #pws tarlos roommates fic

[largepeachicedtea]

let me hear your body talk

Rated E

Length: 11k

tysm @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for beta reading!!

Summary:

TK fights not to think about the last time he’d properly seen the other man. The bathroom of the honky tonk, where TK had pulled them both into an empty stall so he could sink to his knees and give Carlos the wettest, sloppiest head he could muster. “See you out there,” Carlos says, startling TK from his thoughts. He’s still got his pert little smile on his face. Carlos and TK go to the same gym. It gets sweaty. aka, the gym fic. Set throughout season 1.

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#911 ls fanfic #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fic #my stuff #my writing

[taralaurel]

Thanks for the tags @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, & @carlos-in-glasses 💕

From a future chapter of Lost (And Found)

"Come on! This is New York. The city of love and romance and -"

"Pigeons and criminally high rent," Carlos rolls his eyes. "I think you're thinking of Paris."

Liza makes a noise in the back of her throat and grimaces.

"No, Paris is overrated. The food is just okay. The people are all quiet and rude and boring. And the Eiffel Tower is just a big hunk of metal surrounded by people selling tiny versions of it on keychains and snow globes off of tarps and blankets on the ground."

"I think you just described Times Square."

"All the good movie love stories are in New York," she continues, unbothered.

"Because they film them here," Carlos shrugs.

"Oh, come on, Love Scrooge," Liza scoffs. "The first time my mom saw my dad, she was 19. He was her waiter at some dive Italian restaurant. She says that they locked eyes, and swears that everything around her slowed down. Like the cliche. My dad was just turning a corner and it was only for a second, but they both remember it perfectly. What the other was wearing. The earring Mom was wearing. The ketchup stain on Dad's apron. Every detail. That night, they met up for a movie after his shift. Two days later, she was referring to him as her 'future husband'. It's called 'love at first sight' for a reason."

"That's really great for your parents, but I -"

"What was he wearing when you guys met?"

Carlos shakes his head.

"What?"

"When he came into the bar, what was he wearing? Exactly? I remember his face, because, duh. But nothing else."

Carlos opens his lips to retort but then TK walks through the doorway of the bar in the doorway of Carlos's mind and the image hits him hard enough to knock his mouth closed.

Carlos couldn't tell the color of TK's eyes from the distance, but they were still so bright against the dark. Brimming with hope and anxiety and a spark of something Carlos can't quantify.

He remembers the stretched, bit lip as TK scanned the bar. The way his tongue ran back and forth between his gently parted lips.

The clothes hadn't been Carlos' focus, not even close, but he can see them now. The too tight button up short sleeve shirt with these little white designs that are halfway between flowers and faces, mashing together in some modern art style. The sleeves are rolled and tucked ever so slightly, showing off soft skin and smooth muscles. The top two buttons are left undone, the collar hanging open loosely, but with purpose. A silver pendant sways against his chest, over some white undershirt. Dark jeans and shiny white sneakers with stripes that match the color of the shirt finish off the outfit.

Carlos blinks.

He could reason that he saw that outfit, and more, over the course of the rest of the night.

He can't do the same with the exact verse of the Radiohead song he can still hear that was playing. Or the smell of the spilled peach vodka. The feel of the alcohol and soda sticking to his fingers, the rag damp and dripping and tight in his grip.

No pressure tags, but you've probably all already posted: @mikibwrites, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @chaotictarlos, @sanjuwrites, @detective-giggles, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes

#wip wednesday #wip #fanfiction #fanfic #tarlos #tarlos fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #911 ls #911 ls fanfic

[thevenstar]

This love we carry

pairing: TK/Carlos | words: 7.6k

He felt so stupid, asking for honesty, then made speechless when faced with it, all words abandoning him, turning him statuary still and useless, so useless.

He thinks he had no true idea of what this actually meant for TK, of what this struggle entailed, all its nuances and cruel voices.

He didn’t know of a hand capable of taking everything away, left wishing for happiness as if you never felt it at all.

He thinks he does now, a bit better, in ways he didn’t expect to. Doesn’t make it easier, and he feels foolish he ever considered it would.

It just makes keeping his foot on the gas, taking him away from it, from the memory of its claws deep into TK, much, much more difficult.

(A 3x13 coda in which Carlos has a conversation with a friend, puts his heart to rest, and learns that walking away does not mean surrender.)

#there it is #you thought i was done with 3x13 uh / Never #911 ls #911 ls fic #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fanfic #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #carlos reyes #tk strand #911: lone star

[wtfuckevenknows]

Inspiration Saturday & Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @strandnreyes & @welcometololaland 😊

I’m on vacation (again) so I’m too lazy for a photo collection so I’ll just leave you with the link to my Pinterest board for It’s amazing what baking can do 🧁

“Your lunch break is not over yet, what the hell are you doing here already?”

He could lie to her but that would be a moot point since she’s gonna find out in a minute anyways.

“Carlos is coming in to pick up the cake he ordered,” is his reply.

Jen looks at him with a raised eyebrow, her lips pulled down in a frown.

“I could have handled that.”

“I know you could have,” he rushes to placate, and he knows he needs to give her some kind of better explanation. He squirms and before he can even come up with something and say anything her face breaks into an absolutely filthy grin that can only mean trouble.

“Oh, I get it. You just wanted to see your booooyfriiiiend,” she singsongs.

“Jen!” TK hisses. “He’s not my…”

Just in that moment the bell above the door rings as it opens and TK’s head whips around so fast, he’s not sure he didn't just give himself whiplash. He can hear Jen chuckle from somewhere to his right. Maybe he should have told her to take off early so he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of her.

Have an open tag because I have no clue who’s done it already :))))

#seven sentence sunday #inspiration saturday #it’s amazing what baking can do #me? writing? what a concept #tarlos fic #911 ls fanfic #911 ls fic

[walkinginland]

shuffle drabble #6

hey just pretend this is wednesday! have some TK pining during the break-era. the song for this one is also "hey hey hey" by delta rae

His anger and fear had burned hot and bright, and settled down into the cold hard ashes of insecurity and regret.

It’s been months, and he doesn’t know how to walk back from this. He can’t move on and he can’t forget and he can’t forgive himself. So how could he ever ask Carlos to do that same forgiving?

It takes a rescue gone wrong, a hospital stay, and too many whispered words to count, but the forgiveness finally comes from them both. They move on, and they move in, and grow and forgive and love and love and love.

#textin #my writing #shuffle drabbles #911 ls #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #continuing the age old tradition of posting fanfic after a Bad Life Time #el oh el #this is my serotonin boost

[lire-casander]

as the world shifts off its axis

[1,280 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta'ed by the always wonderful @morganaspendragonss. special thanks to @moviegeek03 for her constant support and her hand-holding.] [tk strand] [angst, tk is an unreliable narrator, little to no dialogue, spoilers for s04e01 the new hotness, religious discussion, mentions of recovery]

it seems i'm back for the time being! this story has been written in bits and pieces throughout the day, in between work meetings and arguments with my boss. all in all, i don't think it's taken me over an hour and half to put it together, which is a record for me. religious discussion comes from pope francis' interview to associated press, recovered from the cbs news webpage. i think it could be used to understand where carlos is coming from and his reasons. it's also a way for me to sort through the feelings of being a catholic bisexual woman within this twenty-first-century church.

His fiancé is already married. To a woman — to his best friend. As much as he tries to wrap his head around the fact, he can't.

as the world shifts off its axis

part 8 of as the world whirls

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He leans into the wall once he's left on his own. A sigh escapes his lips, a puff of air finding its way into existence. He rubs a hand against his eyes as he tries to make sense of what he's just learned.

There's no way he would have believed it if anyone had told him three years ago.

His fiancé is already married. To a woman — to his best friend. As much as he tries to wrap his head around the fact, he can't.

Carlos Reyes is married to Iris Blake. They've been married for years. They've been married for longer than he's known Carlos. They go way back — back to high school, back to when Carlos needed a mirage of normalcy to get through his days.

As much as he understands the reasons behind Carlos' decision to tie the knot with Iris, it's still a hard pill to swallow. His mind is racing ten miles a second as he thinks about the implications that Carlos' confession has — how their whole life, his whole life in Austin since he decided to take a leap of faith and grab Carlos' hand on top of the Camaro, everything they've built together is now a lie. Has been a lie all this time.

Their love is built on an omission of truth that Carlos has been keeping close to his chest for years.

He can feel anxiety and dread pooling in equal measure in his gut. He takes a deep breath, then another one, but the feeling isn't budging. He can't shake it.

Carlos hadn't told him because he never thought they'd reach a moment when he'd need to come clean. Carlos never thought they'd get past the fun stage of their relationship, they'd never make it to serious stuff like living together or getting engaged.

Carlos never thought a New York firefighter turned paramedic transplant with an opioid problem would be his forever.

There's a staccato tapping grilling his nerves. He looks up from where his eyes have been inspecting the floor to tell Mateo to stop it — because it's always Mateo — only to find out that he's all alone in the dormitory. The bunk beds are aligned in perfect rows, the pillows glaring at him as he searches the room.

His own fingers are abusing the wall behind his back, playing a hard tune to the turmoil that dominates his soul. When he lifts his hand to assess the damage, he can see he's drawn blood from knocking too hard on the wall. He sighs again.

The thoughts keep piling up in heaps of heat and dread in his mind. His soul is torn between the need to understand why Carlos hadn't trusted him with this secret before and the sheer belief that Carlos loves him dearly. But there are underlying issues, things unsaid, that press against everything he's ever known to be true. There's the fear of being left behind; the knowledge that he isn't good enough to be put first, a belief that's tattooed in his soul. But Carlos has proven, once and again, that he doesn't care about anything but their happiness. Sure, there's been a few bumps along the way.

But love has trumped them all.

Still, he's married. To a woman. A small, tiny detail that Carlos could have disclosed before — when they first moved in together, when he bought a loft and put both their names in the deed, when he said yes at 3:18 in the morning. He chose not to.

Carlos purposefully kept him in the dark about his past.

He isn’t sure how they’ll be able to come back from that. If there’s a way back from a lie like this one.

The television is on when he reaches the open common room. Mateo is tinkering with the remote until he settles for a news channel, where the anchorwoman is unveiling a recent interview with Pope Francis, who apparently has something to say about gays.

Paul watches him as he enters the space and flops himself down on the couch. “Pope Francis has called laws criminalizing homosexuality fundamentally unfair, since being homosexual is not a crime,” the blond woman is reading from the cue in front of her. “However, he remains unmoving in the fact that engaging in homosexual activities is sinful, and same-sex unions are still out of the question in the Catholic Church because God cannot bless sin.”

“Nonsense,” Judd mutters under his breath. His voice is thick with disbelief. “How come homosexuality is not a crime, but is it a sin?”

And then, in just seven words, his world is upended.

Homosexuality is not a crime, but it is a sin.

There's a finality in those words, a sense of supremacy that fills all the spaces in his soul that could have been open to listening. He's Jewish — albeit not really observing, not anymore even though he's been trying to do better since his mom passed away — so he doesn't have to fold into what some old man at the Vatican preaches to his Catholic followers. But Carlos does.

Carlos has been listening to what Catholic Popes have been preaching his whole life. And those Catholic priests and religious minds have repeatedly told him, in no uncertain terms, that the way he was — the way he is — is a sin. There's nothing worse than going to Hell, he knows that. He closes his eyes, his knuckles white around the chip he's recently earned during his group therapy, as he searches for calmness.

No doubt Carlos thought there wasn't any other way around to normalcy. His parents hadn't acknowledged his identity when he'd come out to them. His Church considered — still considers — him to be unworthy of Heaven because of who he loves. Iris Blake had been his only option at having a somewhat normal life; she'd been someone Carlos had cared deeply for, his best friend in his own words. His fiancé had been lost and had felt unsafe for most of his life; he'd thought he'd had a chance at happiness that way.

And then Iris had disappeared. And, with her, Carlos' opportunity to be deserving of salvation according to his upbringing.

"You okay?" he hears Judd asking, voice muffled by the hammering of his own heart against his ribcage. "Brother?"

He manages to nod slightly. He opens his eyes to a different show on the screen, to Mateo flirting unashamedly with Nancy, to Paul and Marjan teasing them endlessly.

"I am," he whispers, smiling softly at Judd.

He will be, he's sure of that.

Because, despite everything, Carlos chose him. Despite the struggles, despite him always running away, despite Carlos' fear of rejection from his own family, they've remained strong. Even through the worst breakup of his whole life — and he's had a few, including the one that led him to Austin and eventually to Carlos — their love has been the beacon guiding him through the darkness.

He can't shake his own pain and his abandonment issues that have flared up in the span of a few minutes. He isn't supposed to.

That's why he picks up his phone and shoots a quick text to Cooper, a simple convo after meeting tonight?

And that's why he swipes at the screen until he finds the dream venue contact info and presses the dial button. Once the call is picked up, he says in the steadiest voice he can muster, "This is TK Strand. You called my fiancé earlier today. I'm calling to confirm that we're taking the date. Eight weeks from now."

There should be enough time, he hopes. After all, love should conquer everything, in the end.

#as the world whirls #angst #tk strand is an unreliable narrator #spoilers for s04e01 the new hotness #mentions of recovery #religious discussion #little to no dialogue #tk strand #911ls fic #911 ls fic #911 lone star fic #911ls fanfic #911 ls fanfic #911 lone star fanfic

[sznofthesticks]

hi hello!!! bi buck!!!! i wrote a 7.04 coda!

i am so sorry for my only LS mutuals who are probably already sick of me but i'm so in love with bi buck i had to write him freaking out to tarlos!!!

thank you to @bonheur-cafe for beta-reading <3

like a bird set free

rating: mature (mentions of sex)

words: 1.1k

Buck can't tell anyone at the 118 yet, but he knows just who to turn to after a sudden realization.

#so crossing off writing buck. 911. and a cross over off my writing bucket list i guess #911 abc #911 lone star #my writing #fic: like a bird set free #tarlos #evan buckley #911 spoilers #911 fanfic #911 ls fanfic

[rosedavid]

Carlos’s Greatest Lizardventure

5 times Carlos puts up with Lou (+1 time he takes comfort in him)

Tarlos | Rated T | 6K words

Tag list under cut:

@danieljradcliffe @jddryder​ @illbeyourreasonwhy​ @goodiecornbread @thisbuildinghasfeelings​ @wandering-night19​

#message me if you want to be added/taken off of tag list #911 ls #tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #tarlos fanfiction #fanfiction #911ls #tk strand #carlos reyes #louis the second #lou ii

[im-overstimulated-and-im-sad]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @carlos-in-glasses and @lemonlyman-dotcom ♥️🫶🥰

This is from the next chapter of my TK's growing up years fic -

"Dad, I'm fine". TK sighed. "What are you even doing home?"

Owen blinked. "Well, I live here. And I'm a little curious why you're on my couch with your eyes closed".

"An idiot on a bike ran into him outside," Hunter interjected. "TK hit his head on the sidewalk".

"Dude, shut up". TK groaned. The throbbing in his head made him forget he wanted to impress Hunter; now he just needed a way to make Hunter stop talking.

"Son, you hit your head?" Owen said with concern. "What happened after that?"

"Nothing". TK said.

"He started throwing up". Hunter said at the same time.

No pressure tags -

@dreamingofmickeywaffles @rachelsversion1 @tailoredshirt @paperstorm @ellena-asg @reyestrandd @firstprince-history-huh @elevatehearts

#seven sentence sunday #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #911 ls fic #my fic #tk strand #owen strand #queue the queue

[spaghett-onaplate]

Work in Progress Wednesday

(though I am a little late to it)

Thanks for the tag @carlos-in-glasses :D here's a bit from a roommates (+some fantasy elements) AU

“Hey, TK.” An older man smiles at him, heading out of his own apartment on the bottom floor. “I haven’t seen Alex around in a while, is he alright?”

TK smiles weakly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Hey, Frank. Um, no. I mean, I’m sure he’s fine. But he moved out. We broke up.”

Frank nods once, frowning sympathetically. He slaps TK’s shoulder and passes him toward the front door. “Ah well, you’ll be alright. I never liked him much anyway. Too noisy, and he never said hi to me." He shakes his head. "Is rent alright for you?"

TK shrugs. "I'm getting by. It'll be split again from today onwards, which'll help; my new roommate is meant to be arriving soon. He driving all the way up from Texas."

"Wow, a real cowboy," Frank says lightly. "Well, good luck with that. See you around."

With a wave, TK watches Frank head down the front stairs. He leans his head against the indoor staircase’s railing and exhales. After a moment, he straightens back up and heads up two flights to his apartment, locking the door behind him.

no-pressure tags, if you'd like to share some of your WIPs: @altruistic-meme @iworshipsappho @stygianirondiangelo <3

#911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #wip wednesday #pws tarlos roommates fic

[craftytragedysalad]

There is no forgetting (chapter 8)

Carlos opened his eyes to sunlight streaming in through the bedroom windows. He groaned, probably he and TK forgot again to close the blinds before going to sleep. He smiled, probably because they were in too much of a hurry to fall into each other's arms, which happened more often than not.

The man then turned to nudge his sleepy husband, who always missed his alarm clock, otherwise, they would both be late for work, but then he frowned and lifted his head as he felt the side of the bed empty and cold.

However, when trying to sit up in bed, in addition to feeling dizzy, Carlos felt a sharp headache, just above his left ear. Shit. He was probably coming up with something.

That was weird, TK hated waking up early. He only got up early when he had a shift before Carlos. He couldn't remember if today TK had a shift before him.

Carlos then smelled the coffee being made and smiled. His sweet husband was probably up early to make breakfast.

Then he carefully got up and headed towards the kitchen, his legs wobbly, only to get the shock of his life.

"Dad?"

_________

Hey there, we are in the chapter 8 of our adventure. I am going to love it if you can spend some of your time giving a chance for my little fic.

If you feeling about talking with me about it, I'll be the happiest person in the world.

Thank you 🩷

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47356246/chapters/122539858

#911 lone star #tarlos #911 ls fanfic

[taralaurel]

I'm too tired to make a fancy post or cover art for it rn but.....

"No, God, Alex," he groans, "are you crazy? This is insane. People don't just fly halfway across the country to -"

"They do if they're in love."

TK needs to call 911. Because he's pretty sure he just got run over by a bus. At least, that's what it feels like in his chest. He's frozen in place for a long moment, something fractured to the core and he can't move because that'll risk a spinal injury and there's already critical damage to his heart and lungs.*

OR

TK and Carlos are barely halfway through their first official date when a familiar face shows up, revealing secrets from TK's past to the man he's only just started to get to know.

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Basically, these vibes, in fic form:

(i said i was tired and then i made gifs...🤦‍♀️)

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[thevenstar]

Rosa Mundi

pairing: TK/Carlos | words: 22k

“What can I do?” Carlos speaks so close to his neck that goosebumps can’t help but answer right back to him. TK inhales for a moment too long, and rejoices at the sheer humanity of his body’s response. It feels like a gift. He relishes in that part of him, that side of his soul that he can sense is still fighting. You’re alive, it seems to be telling him. It opposes loss’ rising and greying hue, and reminds him of a life still waiting for him on the other side. Of course Carlos is the one keeping its flame from frazzling out, the one reviving it over and over.

“There’s nothing you can do.” He says, not unkindly. Because there isn’t. And he knows it must be driving Carlos crazy, to not turn his love into action. To be made a witness, when he’s always – always – at the front lines. He knows it must hurt to have nothing to fight against, no way to make anything better. He knows, and he shares the sentiment and the frustration that comes with it. They’re all spectators, even those whose very essence kicks and screams for them to be anything but. Death doesn’t care. It evens the playing field, makes them all useless. “Just hold me.”

And he’s aware he’s the same person who mere seconds ago invited him to leave him there alone, but that – unlike this one – was a lie. He doesn’t want to be alone. He wants the man he loves to squeeze him so tight the ragged pieces now composing his insides are forced to coexist again. He wants to pretend he never shattered at all.

(in which TK, Carlos and Owen make it to New York for Gwyneth’s funeral.)

#can’t believe i finished this #it has been only my own for too long and now it’s out there and it’s terrifying #but it was time #911 lone star fic #911 ls fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #owen strand #gwyneth morgan #tk x carlos #911 lone star fanfic #911 ls fanfic #911: lone star