#grid pride

[solar-siren]

Tron/Yori/Able, "What did you do this time?" (yes, this is tailored specifically for you)

[Hide me!]

Tron startles at the sudden ping. Yori isn’t far behind; she darts behind him as soon as she’s in view. Able sighs somewhere to his left.

“What did you do this time?” he asks. Only Tron can see him biting back a smile.

Yori peeks up at him from over Tron’s shoulder, perfectly innocent. “Why do you assume I did something?” 

“Yori!”

This time all three programs jump. Clu is here, and he doesn’t sound happy. Yori cringes closer to Tron, shooting Able a desperate look. 

[You’ll protect me, won’t you?] she asks, syrupy sweet—and really, what are they supposed to say to that? [Tell him the garage is closed.]

[Lie to the admin,] Able repeats.

[I thought you loved me.]

Tron fights the urge to laugh as the mechanic grumbles. [You’re a lot of trouble.] 

[I’m worth it.]

They all sober as Clu enters the room. Tron feels Yori go still behind him, though she lays a hand on his back.

“Able. Tron,” Clu greets, icily cordial. “Have you seen Yori?”

[Who’s Yori?] she pings. 

“Not since this morning,” Able says, ignoring her. “Why? Did you need something?”

“Yes, actually. Do either of you know about this?” The admin paces closer, pulling something up on his disc.

[Oh no.]

“...What is that?”

“It’s a hole,” Clu deadpans.

Tron can feel Yori trying not to laugh. 

“And?” Able prompts, somehow managing to keep a straight face. (Dealing with 30 betas must have been good practice for this.) 

“And, the only programs with the kind of permissions it would take to blow a hole in the system are Tron, Yori, and me. I didn’t cause this. You don’t tend to play with explosives. Your counterpart, however–”  

Tron coughs. “Even if it was her, I’m sure it was an accident.”

[It wasn’t,] she says, helpfully.

“Well, if you’re sure.” Yori can all but hear Clu rolling his eyes. “Look—it doesn’t matter how it happened, ok? Will you just tell her to fix it when you see her? And ask her to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”

“Will do.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” 

The admin spares them one last withering look before he’s out the door. Yori reappears the moment it shuts behind him. 

“Thank you.” She winds an arm around Tron’s waist, beckoning Able with the other. He obliges even as he shakes his head. 

“You blew a hole in the system?” he asks. 

“I wanted to see how far down the ground goes.”

A ticklish hand shoots toward her side, and then she’s running again.

[solar-siren]

Hope I'm doing this right... Requesting Tron x Clu for the Types of Kisses prompt list, "long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison." (I mean, I know programs probably don't have a heartbeat, but... *it's the vibe*)

Curious to see what you do with this one!

Clu doesn’t get to see Tron this blissed out nearly often enough. The security program is limp beneath him, face tucked against Clu’s throat as he catches his breath. He’s beautiful like this. Relaxed. Disheveled. The otherworldly circuits that map his shell are still stained violet. Clu can feel their energy cycling in unison, warm and lazy. 

They’re not arguing. Not thinking about ISOs or gridbugs or Flynn. Not worrying about timelines or defects or responsibilities.

It’s perfect.

Tron rumbles when Clu presses closer for another kiss. It’s a slow, easy exchange. Gentler than before. Tron spends what little energy he has left raking a hand through Clu’s hair. His other arm is draped low on the admin’s waist, holding him in place.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Clu murmurs. 

[I know.] Tron’s tone is authoritative, for all that the program is (currently) not. He holds Clu tighter. 

Then they stop talking for a while.