Ink Love With You! (Gay Splatoon story)

Sugar From A Salty Creature

It was 4 pm. School was out for the weekend. Pitbull was rushing out his class and to hurry onto home to drop off his backpack and grabbing his weapon. He was putting his boyfriend over his work due to the excitement or trying out league for the first time. Words go around. Some say it's fun. Others hate it. Pitbull wants to try the experience for himself to decide. With a partner. His partner.
Luck was sitting down talking to Chimney about the rumor that more octolings are coming to Inkopolis. "I mean.. They're nice. When they're not under control. But like.... Are they? Like, can they actually play turf?" "Don't know. There is a picture of this one girl who was probably an octoling. All that was shown was her dark skin and leather clothing. It's just blurry. She's probably dumb." "Haha, what makes you say that!" before Luck could respond he heard Pitbull's Voice call out to him. He gets up and walks up to him for a hug. Pitbull was able to sneak in a little kiss on the neck, which leaves both of them blushing and snickering. Luck turns around, still in Pitbull's arms. "So you're going to do a duo too?" "Yeah. I'm being blindly paired with someone by Gabby. She said the boy looked like me and we could be related or whatever. Hey, actually, want to squad instead?" The boys had different opinions about the question. Luck nodded while his boyfriend shook his head no. He whispers, "I don't want to. She's going to complain." Luck sighs. "I guess you're right..." He speaks up. "It will be more fun to be your opponent instead." "But!..... Okay.." She sighed. They all expected to have a great time but little did they know....
Clam blitz has the saltiest teammates ever.
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.... And Chimney was in shock. The person Gabby teamed her with was nothing other than an octoling boy. "Y....You're... But you don't look—" And before she could spit out her words the rest of the team ran off to collect clams, without actually collecting them and just running off to wherever."
"Look Pit! I got a clam!" Luck was proud and began jumping up and down with the clam being supported by only his index finger and thumb. It began to startle the clam. It was shaking and then fell. It was broken. He looked down with a blank stare. Pitbull just looked at Him. "Luck...." He began to cry. "WE'RE GONNA LOOSE!" He cried. Pitbull hugged him. "Don't worry! Shh.... Shh... We have plenty of time. Here," He gave his poor boyfriend one of his clams. "I'll grab more and I want you to follow me, I'll throw the ball into the b-"
Splatted Pitbull!
"You're next bitch!" A girl yelled. Luck quickly swam away and made it out alive. When Pitbull came back to grab his football, it already disappeared. "Okay.." He thought. "He could've just gotten it but okay." The man looks at his pad and notices that half of the teamed wiped out. "This is our chance!" He quickly swam around to collect clams and had another foot ball. Luck was camping and hears Pitbull's voice. "Hey dumpling! Catch this!" He throws the football at Luck which he catches it and then before he could throw it at the enemy basket,
Splatted Luck!
"GOD DAM-"
Splatted Pitbull!
The shots came from the octoboy himself. His mouth curled into a little kitten grin knowing that Chimney was jaw dropped behind him. "Who... What...." "Haha. GASP!" His mouth dropped as well but for a different reason. His eyes were caught on an inkling watching the battle through the store window. "Oh gross it's Benji." "Can he see me?" "No," "Well I'm going to make him! I'm so talking to him after this! Cmon!" The duo swam off to get their clams back from other players.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" The two loverboys turned around to notice that their basket was open, the mystery octo and another teammate were tossing clams into the basket. The rest of the team came in with football's and threw them in. They both rushed to stop them but died trying. The rest of the team was wandering off and not doing what they're told. When one ran out of clams, they went back to get some and immediately returned. It didn't end until their basket was full.
GAME! Lil Judd held up his green flag. It wasn't until last minute where Pitbull realized that one of the players disconnected half way into the battle. "Oh my ffffffucking god." He sees Benji going to congratulate the octoboy on the enemy team, which he loses his attention when the sees that Pitbull flipped their team, and Ben, off. pit turns around to see that Luck is walking away.
Pitbull goes to follow him. "Hey, good game." "No it's not! You're mad, and it's all my fault! I'm at the bottom of the scoreboard because I can't do anything. I'm stupid! You hate me!" His boyfriend bursted into tears. Pitbull grabs his hand and leads him to sit down by the small skateboard ramp in Inkopolis. "Technically you're not at the bottom, someone disconnected and...." Luck raised an eyebrow. "I mean, its not like it's rank. We can do other kinds of modes until one suits you. And don't doubt yourself because I do love you. You're good at so many things. And you're the sweetest, most cutest boy in the world. At least in my book." He kisses a tear off his boyfriend's cheek, then they look at each other and just smile for a bit. They kiss each other on the lips. Luck slightly opened his mouth to breathe but squeaked when his tongue was wrapped with his lover's. Pitbull put a hand on the back of Luck's head and pulls away. "Your mouth tastes like strawberry milkshake." His smiles for a bit, but Pitbull felt like there was something wrong when Luck's eyes seemed a bit... Dead. Pitbull's smile fades and he just looks frightened. "Please.... Help me...." He felt his heart skip a beat. "Luck...?? Luck?! Are you Okay?!!! HOLY SHIT!" Luck's eyes dripped black ink and his body was feeling weak.... "Take...... Take...... T.. Take....."
Thud. The yellow inkling's head hits the floor. The last thing he heard that evening was muffled screaming of his one and only.
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