#Tim Gutterson x OC

[emily-strange]

I swear my toxic trait is loving characters that have little to no fanfiction 😂😑😭

[emma-m-black]

The Daughter - Chapter Nine

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene(s)

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight,

CHAPTER: Nine

“Okay, show me how you were taught to hold.” Tim directed her to hold the pistol that was sat on the ledge. Picking it up Elenora felt out the weight of it. It was a Glock just like Tim’s issued pistol. He figured it was best for her to be used to the weight and feel in case she ever needed to use his service weapon for their own defence. It was also reliable and should easily fit in a handbag or on her person. Or at least, that is what Tim had told her. He seemed to have gone into what she could only describe as his ranger voice. He either took what he was saying seriously or he did not even realize what he was doing. Elenora held the gun with her trigger finger against the slide, and then wrapped her other hand around the grip.

Elenora held the gun out in front of her at eye level towards the target in front of her, with her arms extended.

“Good, but legs a little farther apart.” Tim spoke as he pushed at her right foot with his own. “Put your thumb here.” Tim moved her thumb to rest along the frame of the pistol, pointing in the same direction as her barrel. “When you're ready, try to hit the center of the target.” Tim pushed her ear protection into place and stepped back.

Taking a few breaths, Elenora exhaled at the same time she pulled the trigger. It hit a few inches off of center and lowered the gun slightly.

“Again.”

Elenora relaxed her grip just slightly and breathed out again as she pulled the trigger. This time, the edge of her bullet hole touched the bullseye.

“The rest of the clip.”

Complying, Elenora stared down the barrel and fired her remaining rounds. Each shot at center or just off from center. When the magazine was empty, she released the magazine and set both the empty clip and pistol to the ledge. Then she removed her ear protection and turned to look back at Tim.

“Your daddy taught you well. Can you draw?” Tim asked as he held out another magazine to Elenora.

Nodding, Elenora put her ear protection back on and took the magazine from Tim. He then grabbed a simple black waist holster from the wall. Taking her hips in his hands, he moved her, so that they stood hip to hip. He pulled up her shirt to expose the skin at her waist, then he pulled at the waistband of her jeans and slid the soft leather of the strap holster between her skin and denim. Once it was set, he stepped away and allowed Elenora to do the rest.

She went through three more clips before Tim let her stop. “My arms are tired.” Elenora spoke as she allowed Tim to remove the holster from her. His hands brushing across her stomach with a smile as he did.

“We will submit all the paperwork tomorrow, but we will get you a gun and everything tonight. Just keep one of my cards on you in case you have any issues.”

“Okay.” Elenora responded with a smile.

“So are your arms too tired to fire a rifle?” Asked Tim with a sly smile.

Elenora felt her eyes grow wide. “You know I’m suddenly feeling much better.” She stuck her arms out and wiggled them around in the air for emphasis.

It only took Tim a few minutes to set up a rifle and put out targets. He pulled up two stools to sit on. “Do I get to see the master at work?”

Tim gave a nod and sat down. Ear protection on, he got himself into position and Elenora lenses against the wall of the stall they were in. She noticed one thing immediately: Tim leaning down, looking through the sight of the rifle, seemed so natural. It looked like the rifle was an extension of him.

She kept quiet as he focused on the targets ahead and, with little effort, he tapped the trigger and the rifle fired. A small hole forming right on center of the target. Then he fired again, and again. Each bullet hitting with deadly accuracy. Then he pulled back and looked at Elenora.

“Is this what it’s like for you? Because I’ve never been more turned on.” Elenora said before putting the tip of her index finger in her mouth and bitting down.

Tim let out a laugh and hopped himself to the other stool before patting the seat on the stool he had just been on. Sitting herself down, Elenora positioned herself in what she thought was the same way as Tim. She heard the scrape of the stool behind her and felt Tim bring his chest flush with her back. Hands slid down her arms and repositioned her grip slightly before he backed off slightly. “Don’t put your eye on the sight. It will kick back more than you think, and then you are gonna have to explain to your daddy how you got that black eye.”

“Got it.” Elenora said she slid back slightly on her stool.

“Close your left and get yourself in position so that you can be comfortable, see out the scope, and move the butt...” Tim began as moved her shoulder over slightly, and repositioned the butt of the gun. After he released the gun, he let his hand travel back up her arm, and Elenora wondered if it was so he would not startle her. “When you are ready, pull the trigger on the pause before breathing back in. Nice and slow, and follow through with the trigger after the fire. When you feel it, stop release it back at the same speed.”

“Okay.” Elenora looked through the scope and shifted slightly to position the rifle at the target. She kept her head back. “Is this far enough?” Elenora asked as she held her position and she felt Tim move around her.

“Move your head back just a little more.”

Complying, Elenora pulled back slightly and then tried to steady her breathing as she looked down the sight.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Said Tim.

Elenora inhaled, exhaled and then inhaled again. As she let out the breath, she focused down the sight and when she felt the breath leave her lungs, she pulled at the trigger with her finger. When it fired, everything in her pushed back and a small ‘yip’ left her in surprised, and Elenora could hear Tim let out a laugh behind her.

Tim’s fingers brushed against the loose hair at the back of Elenora’s head, moving it from her neck. “Not bad for your first time.” Elenora looked towards the target and saw a hold only an inch off from where Tim’s three hole punch sat. “Now that you know what it feels like, would you like to try again?”

“Yes!” Elenora said happily.

An hour later and with a very sore shoulder, Elenora stood in the sales section of the gun range. Tim was talking to a man behind the counter and was setting everything up for what she was going to require. “Nell.” Tim called out and Elenora, who had currently been looking at a tactile vest, made her way towards the counter.

When she approached, Elenora noticed that there were several holsters laid out, as well as what appeared to be some handbags. “So this is her, huh?” Said the man as he looked Elenora over with a smile. He was an older gentleman.

“Yeah, this is her.��� Said Tim, as he dropped his head with a smirk. Elenora could see the blush starting to hit Tim’s cheeks and realized that he was truly embarrassed by what was happening. Probably a thing he was not used to experiencing.

“This guy came in here last week.” The man said with a large smile. “He’s all smiles, can’t stop talking about this amazing woman he’s met. We ask him if he’s sure the woman was actually real, or just a figment of his imagination...”

“Thanks, Reggie.” Tim spoke with a laugh as he looked up at the man. “Reggie Peterson meet Elenora Givens. Now, can we get back to the task at hand?”

“I don’t know.” Elenora began as she leaned against the counter. “I wanna hear more about how amazing I am?”

Tim brought a hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, now I’m just feeling ganged up on.” When he brought his hand back down, he grabbed one of the holsters on the counter. A small, nylon, clipped holster to fit at the outside of her hip, much like what he was issued. He pulled at the wasted band of her jeans and slid it into place, the insert surprisingly soft against her skin. “How’s that feel?”

“Alright.” Elenora said with a shrug of her shoulders. Tim then placed an empty Glock inside and took a step back.

“Give it a few draws.”

Backing away from the counter, Elenora took a few tries at unclipping it before drawing and when she turned to look at Tim, she saw him smiling. She figured she must have done alright then.

“I want you to get a bag, too.” Said Tim as he motioned to the leather handbags on the counter.

“There is a concealed pocket on the outside.” Reggie began as he unzipped an ‘L,’ shaped zipper at the side. “Easy access and carry. No one’s the wiser, till you’ve pulled on them and put them down.”

Elenora examined the bags and Tim picked one up and put it on her shoulder. “Try it out. If it’s not comfortable or natural to you, we will figure out something else.” Nodding in acknowledgment, Elenora pulled the Glock from her holster and slid it into the bag’s compartment. She walked around the sales room while Tim leaned against the counter, watching her.

“You seem to be arming up this new lady friend of your pretty good?”

“Yeah, well, her Daddy’s a Marshal, and so far he ain’t making too many friends since coming to town.” Said Tim in response.

“How’s he feel about the two of you shaken up then?” Reggie asked as he leaned against the counter on his elbows.

Tim did not answer and instead just pointed his chin at the ground and eyed Reggie from under his brow.

“Ah, daddy don’t know.”

Stopping herself, Elenora swung her bag pulled on the zipper and pulled the unloaded Glock from its hiding place and pointed it towards the wall. “Don’t forget the rest of my family. Drug dealers, racists and downright the most unsightly characters.” Said Elenora with a laugh.

“Well, in that case, I’ll throw in a secondary clip for you.”

“Thanks Reggie. So how’s the bag?”

“It’s okay. I think I’d rather just use my own if that’s okay?”

Pushing off from the counter, Tim took the bag back from Elenora as she approached the counter. “If that will be more comfortable for you, then okay? But you promise me, that thing makes it into your purse.” Tim nodded his head towards the Glock that was gripped in Elenora’s hand.

“I promise, won’t leave home without it.”

When everything was bought and paid for, Elenora left the range with a shiny new Glock, hip holster, cleaning tools, magazines and two boxes of ammo. Now they were sitting in the vehicle outside a community center. Elenora watched as a multitude of different people moved in and out of the doors.

“The meeting is an hour.”

“Okay.” Said Elenora as Tim got out, and she slid across the console to sit in the driver’s seat. “After wanna grab some dinner?”

“I like that plan.” Tim said with a nod before he placed his hands on the inside of the door and door frame and lifted slightly to kiss her. After he shut the door for her and Elenora watched as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and headed towards the entrance. As he went, a man approached him and slapped him on the shoulder in greeting and Elenora just had the feeling like everything was going to be alright. She watched as Tim disappeared into the building and then drove off to grab a coffee and read her book till she needed to pick him back up.

They had a simple dinner, stopping at a diner for a quick meal before heading to Elenora’s for her to pack an overnight bag. Tim thought it was best that she sleep at his tonight, just in case Boyd’s men tried anything.

At his apartment, they fell into a silent routine of getting ready for bed. Elenora placed her firearm in the nightstand on her side of the bed and the magazine loaded under the mattress below her pillow. Tim then handed her his without a word and she tucked it under the mattress as well, but within reaching distance of herself should something happen. Just like she had done the previous. Then they crawled into bed, with Elenora curled up against Tim, then both fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Elenora and Tim found themselves at the Marshal’s office attempting to finish some paperwork before Raylan got in, but they were not so lucky.

“What’s Nora doing here?” Raylan asked as he looked into the conference room where his daughter was sitting. A stack of papers in front of her and Tim was leaning over her, pointing at places where she then followed up signing with a pen.

“She’s getting her CCDW. Tim told me this morning he saw her name come through his permit requests, so he is fast tracking it.”

“Hey Art? There isn’t something I should know about those two, is there?” Asked Raylan as he watched on as Elenora laughed at something Tim must have said.

Art let out a huff. “Tim and Nora. No, I don’t think so. Any time she was here, they barley talked. Besides, I don’t think either of them are that stupid. No, this guy she is with is probably someone she met at school, is too afraid to introduce you to on account of you threaten to shoot him.”

“I followed him.”

Art dragged his eyes from Elenora and Tim to look at Raylan. “Tim?”

“Yeah. Lost him in a parking lot, pretty sure he knew I was following him.”

“Raylan! One, what are you even thinking tailing one of your fellow Marshals cause you think he’s sleeping with your daughter and two, Tim would have spotted you a mile away, so it wouldn’t work, anyway. He’s good at his job, that one. You know, maybe if you give her a little space and privacy, she might open up about what’s going on.”

“Said he was a Ranger?”

“Sniper, and a hell of a good one at that.”

“Here comes your daddy,” Tim whispered to Elenora and a second later, she heard the door open to the room.

Turning her head, Elenora watched as her father and Art entered the room. “Hey daddy. Guess what I’m getting.”

“I heard.” Raylan stated as he came to a standstill across from Elenora and Tim. “Are you going to want me to come with you and help pick something out?”

“Actually, Deputy Gutterson already helped with that part. After what I did yesterday, and how upset you got, I asked him to help me get something, and then he told me he could get me set up right away with my concealed.”

“Well, isn’t that might nice of Deputy Gutterson?” Said Raylan simply.

Tim stood up fully and looked at Raylan. “We were hoping to get the paperwork done before you came in. She seemed pretty keen on surprising you.”

“Wonder what she will surprise me with next.”

Chapter Ten

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Shitkicker Country | Tim Gutterson

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Part 8 of Death From Above

Warnings: arguments, shootings, murder

Summary: Tim and Hilly finally meet Marty and Devon Cox

Hilly didn't say much on the way down to Harlan. After making sure Abby was okay Tim walked her back to her office and came back upstairs and Hilly did nothing but avoid his gaze. 

She glared out the window as they drove, checking her phone every ten minutes or so. It kept ringing, and each time she checked who it was before grumbling and turning off the screen. 

"You wanna get that?" he asked, and she gave him a confused look so he pointed at the phone in her lap. "It ain't gonna stop buzzin' just because you ignore it."

She rolled her eyes and looked out the windshield, crossing her arms over her chest and scooting further down in the seat, "It's not important."

"Must be if they keep calling."

"Mind your business, Gutterson," she snapped. 

Tim blew out a breath and puffed his cheeks. Her face was red as she stewed, and he could feel the rage coming from her in waves. But, Tim always liked to poke the bear, and he liked sparring with Hilly.

"You okay? I mean yesterday you wouldn't shut the hell up and askin' me ques-," he started, but she turned in the seat and slapped the center console.

"What about you?" she spat as they slowed to a stop sign. 

Her eyes glittered with the fight she was ready to have, full of anger and something else that Tim couldn't quite pin down. 

"What about me?" he asked defensively. He slapped the truck into park and glared right back at her. 

"Are you okay? I mean, having a baby with your ex can't exactly be the highlight of your week after sleeping with your coworker," she growled back, leaning in and curling her lip as she glowered. 

"Is that what this is about? I didn't tell you and you're pissed we slept together?"

"I don't give a shit about your personal life." Hilly poked his chest, and it sent the anger boiling in his own belly. Tim hated being poked. "Stop worrying about mine."

"Fine!" he yelled in her face, and even though she looked angry, he could see the excitement in her eyes. 

"Fine!" she yelled back, and fuck, did Tim want to kiss her. 

If this had been any other situation, he would have loved to grab her by the hair and drag her into the back of the cab. He'd fuck her stupid, and she'd thank him, but… he couldn't do that, not with her. 

Her phone rang again, and she looked down at it with a hardly contained snarl. Hilly swiped the screen and held it up to her ear, "Gerry, I swear to god, you call me one more time and I'm coming back to Washington to beat the shit out of you."

"Well, at least then I'd see you!" a man's voice came through the other end. He sounded pissed, a bit hurt, and Tim felt something tighten in his chest. "Margaret, just talk to me, we can work this-."

Margaret? Oh, he wanted to ask about that. Who the hell was Gerry? Why didn't he call her by her name? 

Maybe it was her first name, but she preferred her middle one. But even then, why make a nickname out of a nickname? And why let him call her that?

She hung up and turned off the ringer, then tossed it into the backseat without a second glance. Turning toward Tim, she gave him a look that said, I fucking dare you, ask me about it. 

He could never resist a dare.

“Frank on your chest,” he mused, waving a hand. “Gerry on your phone. My notch on your bedpost. Got a nice little catalog of exes, huh?”

“Fuck you.” 

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked with a cheeky grin, mirroring her words from last night. 

Hilly squinted at him, her cheeks mottled with rage and frustration, "You wanna talk about Abby? How about whatever Art was yelling at you about this morning?"

"No."

"There's your answer, then."

Tim snapped the truck back into drive, and they made the rest of the way down to Harlan in pained silence. He found himself wanting to apologize, but the pissed off grunts that left her each time he glanced her way made him decide against it.

Tim grew up with a strict respect towards women. His mother had instilled it in him from the beginning- always open her door, never say anything untoward, be kind and courteous, Timmy, you never know what a woman's been through. 

He didn't like not talking to Hilly, and he especially didn't like her angry with him. He knew it wasn't really him she was mad at, but probably Gerry and his incessant phone calls.

Still, that southern gentleman his mother had made him open his mouth to speak anyways as they pulled into Marty Cox's driveway, but she pointed and interrupted him. 

"There," she said, and he saw it too. The slight bouncing of a curtain after someone lets it fall. "Someone's home."

Tim angled the truck on autopilot to give them the best defense in case of shit hitting the fan. He and Hilly hopped out of the cab with hands on holsters and caution in their bones. Something felt off, and for a split second Tim almost wanted to tell her to get back in the truck. 

Hilly's body was coiled and ready for a fight as they ascended the steps of the trailer. She stood a few steps behind him, her dark gaze flicking around to see everything she could. 

"Marty," Tim called as he knocked on the door. "U.S. Marshal Ser-."

Gunfire erupted through the door, and Tim and Hilly quickly twisted to each side as they pulled their guns from their hips. Tim sighed and called out again, "Dammit, Marty! We just wanna talk!"

"Fuck you!" a man's voice came through, then a sharp yelp Tim recognized as female. "Don't you come in here. I got a gun!"

"Yeah, no shit," Hilly muttered, rolling her eyes. Tim cocked his head at her, and she waved to motion that she was going around the back. 

"Put it down and we can forget all about this, man," Tim tried, but then he heard a smack and a cry. The blood boiled in his ears at the sound, and he hoped he waited the appropriate amount of time to kick in the door for Hilly to go through the back one. 

The frame splintered as his boot hit it, caving in the area around the door handle. Tim stormed inside with his gun drawn only to find Devon Cox dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood and Marty holding a gun to his brother's wife's head. Blood trickled from her temple where Marty must have hit her with the gun, and it dripped from the handle of the 9mm glock in his hand. 

His eyes were wild as he tightened his grip on the petrified woman, who had her own clamped shut in terror as he swung her in front of his body. Tim sighed and cocked his head at him, “What did you do, Marty?”

“He was comin’ to git me,” the man babbled crazily. “They both was. They brought you here!”

Tim could tell Marty was on something by the needles and liquor bottles littering the coffee and side tables. He swallowed thickly as he spotted a Ranger tattoo on his forearm and held out his own arm to show him.

“I came to help you, brother. See?” Tim asked, flashing his own tattoo. “You just let her go and put the gun down. I’ll get you right.”

Tim didn’t hear or see Hilly until she swung just into view enough for him to meet her eye. Tim kept his on Marty. “I’ll get you right, brother. Let’s go, okay?”

Marty’s crackhead shaking made no difference to the gun in his hand. He was a Ranger, and though he was corked out of his mind, his finger laid firmly on the trigger. He’d lost too much weight to ever be considered for active duty again, and Tim recalled that in his file he’d been blown up with an IED outside of Kandahar. 

“I… think I did something bad,” he whispered, tears filling his haunted eyes. 

“Give me the gun, Marty,” Tim said again, holding out his hand. He wanted to help this man, because he knew exactly what he was going through. Everything was jarring and terrifying, familiar and starkly new at the same time. Coming home from war was like coming back to a memory that kept changing. 

Marty shook his head, and Tim barely had time to brace himself before his arm whipped out. The gun swayed in the air, a split second of time hanging in slow motion. The flash of the muzzle exploded, and Tim was blasted back as a bullet hit his vest.

He landed heavily on his back on the porch, and another gunshot rang out. It felt like he’d been punched by Bigfoot, and Tim could smell the tang-coppery scent of blood as he coughed like a two pack a day smoker. 

He looked up through bleary eyes. Marty Cox let go of his sister in law and clutched his hand, the gun clattering to the floor. He screamed, and Hilly’s sneaker flashed up to roundhouse kick him in the nose. Though she was tiny, she was all coiled muscle and pure strength, and Marty lifted in the air for a second before slamming back down on his back. 

Hilly was on him in a second, cuffing his broken and bleeding wrists and twisting him onto his belly. She picked up the gun and the woman, helped her out onto the porch. She hyperventilated as Hilly plopped her into a rocking chair and requested a bus through her phone, letting out a screeching wail and sobbing into her knees.

“Tim,” Hilly huffed as she dropped to her knees next to him. She patted his face a few times until his eyes locked onto hers.

Tim grinned weakly, “I can see down your shirt.”

Hilly let out an exhausted laugh and scrubbed her face roughly with her hands. She sat back on her knees and groaned, “Oh, fuckin’ A.”

“Y’ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy,' Tim chuckled, then grunted in pain. He made a face and tore away the vest, coughing once more as the constricting garment released him. “Oh, that fuckin’ hurt.”

Hilly held out a hand so he could sit up, and he took it easily. She reached under the hem of his shirt collar and pulled it down, wincing audibly, “You’re gonna bruise, hillbilly. Least he didn’t ruin that pretty face.”

She gave his cheek a light slap, and Tim swatted at her. Tim could hear sirens in the distance as he watched her, grinning even though he’d just been shot. She smiled back, swallowing thickly and then glanced away.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, and she nodded to herself. Hilly broke out in a giggle, slapping her hand over her face. “What? What could possibly be funny right now?”

“Oh, nothing,” she began before bursting into laughter once more. “It’s just… I’m glad they didn’t kill the best lay I’ve had in over a year. It’d be a real shame.”

Tim found himself laughing alongside her until the cop cars pulled down the drive. It was the first time he’d laughed like that in years, and despite the likely broken ribs he had, he wanted to laugh like that with Hilly every chance he got. 

Art was pissed. 

After manhandling both Hilly and Tim to inspect for further injuries, he cornered them against a cop car and yelled as they stood in awkward silence. 

“What did I say? ‘No incidents!’” Hilly watched with wide eyes as the vein in his forehead pulsed so hard she half expected it to burst. 

“Technically…” she said slowly, holding out a finger. “You said ‘no international incidents.’ I hardly think that shitkicker country counts as the United Nations.”

Tim huffed a laugh, quickly palming his jaw as Art’s face turned a dangerous shade of plum. He set one hand on his ample hip and pointed at her, “I was told you were one of the best in your office, the most competent. They didn’t tell me you were fucking nuts.”

Hilly shrugged, “Everyone lies on their resumes, chief.”

Art’s point turned to a shaky palm directed at her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let it fall, sighing, “Did you have to shoot and kick him?”

“I disarmed and incapacitated him. What else was I supposed to do?” 

Art turned to Tim, “And you. Friday you punched an FBI Agent and this week you try to negotiate with a crackhead. What the hell is runnin’ through your peanut brain?”

Tim shrugged next to her, “Not much, chief.”

Hilly turned to Tim in amusement. “You punched an FBI Agent? A man after my own heart.”

“‘S what happens when you poke me in the chest,” he said pointedly, and Hilly’s cheeks heated up as she recalled doing the same thing to him earlier. “Bear comes out.”

Art looked between them in exasperation, shaking his head. “I just want one calm week. Can I please have that?”

Hilly saluted him playfully, but it only made him redder. “We’ll try again next week, sir. This one’s shot to shit.”

Art scoffed and stomped off toward the thick of police cars and the coroner’s van. Tim and Hilly exchanged amused glances as Raylan and Rachel quickly took his place. 

"Well, well," Raylan drawled as he ambled up behind Rachel, his hand stuffed in his pockets. "Don't you two make quite the pair?"

"You really punch an FBI Agent?" Rachel scolded, reaching out and pinching Tim's arm. 

He shrugged and looked down at his hands, all the snark gone. "He's fine. Art smoothed it over."

"I say we celebrate," Raylan decided, smirking at them both. "Let's hit Smokey's for a drink."

"I’m down,” Hilly agreed, chancing a glance at Tim. She elbowed him, “Give me a ride?”

"You're outta luck," he said, shaking his head. "I got a thing to do."

Hilly didn't like the disappointment that settled in her gut, but she flashed him a cheeky grin anyway, "Your loss, Gutterson."

"In that case, I'll be honored to give you a ride," Raylan said, sidling up beside her. He hip checked her and gave her a smirk, so Hilly turned to Rachel. 

"First round is on me if you get me the hell out of here."

Rachel gave Raylan a side eye before reaching out a hand for Hilly to take. Hilly clasped it tightly and let Rachel lead the way through the throng of cherries and blueberries. 

"Word to the wise," Rachel muttered as they walked, "that boy brings nothing but trouble along with him."

"Which one?"

Rachel chucked and shook her head, "Take your pick."

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Notes: Sorry this took me so long! I got totally in my head about this story and I just needed a break.

[emily-strange]

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BradPoke & PappyRudy First Impressions

Brad & Gunny Headcanon

Buck Builds: BoB

A/B/O Pain!Play BullMartin MoodBoard + Drabble

Shifty/Skinny Hunting Each Other Motif MoodBoard

Buck Builds: The Pacific

Oral Fixation Kink Bill/Jay MoodBoard + Drabble

Pup!Sugar/Handler!Sidney MoodBoard

SId Ships & some Headcanons

Buck Builds: Justified

Tim Gutterson Moodboard, Pup Tango

Boyd Crowder Moodboard, Pup Bravo

Rachel Brooks Moodboard

Raylan Givens Moodboard, two, Pup Romeo

Boyd/Raylan/Tim Playlist (Spotify)

Tim Gutterson Headcanons (sfw), Multilingual Tim Headcanon

Justified Pups headcanon semi-outline

Tim Gutterson x Wrestling-BJJ-Kickboxing-Grappling-UFC Headcanon

“Their Graves” Poem inspired by Tim Gutterson

OTP Ask Game: Boyd/Raylan 1, Boyd/Raylan 2, Boyd/Raylan 3, Raylan/Tim 1, Boyd/Tim 1, Boyd/Raylan/Tim 1

Childhood Ask Game: Tim 1, Tim 2, Cade (oc) 1

Requestable Drabbles: “The Monster Under The Bed” (Boyd /Raylan/Tim)

Cade Gutterson Moodboard

Good Coffee and Good Mornings original post

Buck Brawls: Fellow Travelers

SEPENT THOU ART LOOSE hawk

Hawk's Apartment Floorplan

Tim in lingerie

SubbyTim Yelling

“He was buried wearing your cufflinks.” FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Tim stammers the “H” in “Hawk” when he comes.

Plant!Dad Tim

Car Sex Dialogue Sample HawkTim

HawkTim Ash Wednesday

Robbed of AgeGap Kink... sad

FT x Brokeback Mountian Bottom!Anger Parallel

Buck Brawls: Gen Kill

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

Buck Brawls: BoB

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

[oh2e]

People can say what they like but outsider POV fics and character x oc fics are actually my favourite thing I love them so much. Please I want to see how off the wall the main characters are to normal people

Fics where the narrator is an underpaid employee viewing the weirdest shit they’ve ever seen are my jam. If the main character isn’t called ‘extra sauce guy’ or something equally nonsensical and unflattering what is the point

[panevanbuckley]

I'm slowly becoming tim x jimmy trash...

[softspeirs]

Clouds Overhead

Pairing: Bill “Hoosier” Smith x Female OC (Could be read as reader insert or as an unnamed OFC) Rating: PG-13 to be safe: mentions of war typical violence and PTSD. Summary: In Melbourne, Hoosier finds you, and you both find some peace. Author’s Note: I haven’t written for Hoosier before, but I have written a Tim Gutterson series before, so I’m pulling on elements of that to help with this. *shrugs* Disclaimer: As always, this is based on Jacob Pitts’ portrayal in The Pacific, and not on the real man. No disrespect is intended. I don’t own HBO or The Pacific. Lyrics inset are from Making April’s “These are the Nights” which I also don’t own.

So divine is this happening Can't I just graze your skin For the rest of our time But time isn't letting this night go on

Bill sleeps for almost the entire day while his friends are out reveling in their freedom. 

When he finally wakes, the moon is up, and he takes a minute to be grateful for the fact that for once, a full moon doesn’t mean a night of shelling and almost certain death. For once, he can enjoy it.

Or, he could, if there wasn’t someone right in his view. A woman, to be exact. For a half second, he wonders if he’s dead.

He rubs his eyes, but she’s still there. When he wakes up a little more, he realizes there’s a red armband around her bicep, and he watches curiously as she stares out across the pitch, mesmerized by the same sight he is. 

“Nice night,” he comments quietly, but she still jumps near out of her skin at the sound of his voice.

“Christ,” she curses. “You scared me.” 

American, he realizes.

“Sorry, ma’am.” He says, but he can’t help but smirk at her. God, but she’s a vision. Maybe he’s just starved for anybody’s company besides his friends, but he thinks this woman is the most beautiful thing he’s ever set eyes on.

“I didn’t think anyone would still be here.” She comes a little closer, close enough that Bill can make out more of her features, most notably the bruise darkening the left side of her face. Her shoulders slump as she realizes he’s noticed. “Occupational hazard,” she says before he can ask if she’s alright. “Why aren’t you AWOL?” 

He shrugs. “Tired.” 

She laughs, the sound music to his ears. “I slept for almost twelve hours when we first got here.” 

“How long have you been billeted here?” He asks, tucking his hands into his pockets and shifting his weight. Something about her knowing smile and kind eyes makes him feel off kilter. 

“Three days. I’m being transferred to the hospital.” 

“I’m Bill,” he blurts. She grins, and he wants a hole to open up and swallow him. 

She tells him her name, and Bill savors the sound of it, sure that she’s some kind of witch sent to put a spell on him. He feels spellbound, locked in her orbit. He doesn’t want her to leave. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks, trying to find whatever charm he thinks might still be buried under all the grime and trauma of the last few weeks. 

“Are you asking me out, soldier?” 

It’s his turn to grin at her playful tone. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Meet you by the gates in twenty minutes?” She asks, and he nods, watching her as she goes. She looks over her shoulder and he’s still staring, unashamed, gratified by the shy look she gets when he locks eyes with her. 

A half hour later, he’s in his Class A’s, a little wrinkly, but certainly better than his grungy OD’s. He fidgets nervously as he waits for her to show up. 

“Bill,” her soft voice announces her arrival. “Sorry, I couldn’t find my shoes--” 

She’s tugging at her skirt as she walks, not paying attention to the way his jaw has gone completely slack as he takes her in. Her dress is also a little wrinkly, likely packed up in her trunk like his clothes are, but he doesn’t care about that. In fact, it makes her even more endearing. 

Her hair falls in loose curls around her face, and she must have found some lipstick somewhere, because they’re an enticing shade of berry, and Bill licks his lips despite himself. Luckily she doesn’t catch him, or he’d feel like the biggest jerk this side of the Pacific. 

“Do I have something on my face?” She asks when she catches him staring. 

“No,” he answers, his voice rough. “You’re perfect.” It slips out, far more honest than he intended to be. 

They both go quiet, and then she smiles, and the world rights itself again. Christ, he thinks, I’m done for.

.

.

In town, there are Marines and civilians everywhere, crowding the bars and streets. Bill keeps an eye out for his friends as he walks, both wanting to make sure they’re not causing too much trouble, and wanting to avoid them. He wants to keep this moment just for him. 

He looks down at her as they walk, still unable to believe his luck. 

“Can I ask you about that?” He asks her quietly, gesturing towards her cheekbone.

Her face goes carefully blank, and he curses himself. He should know better than to ask anyone who’s been in the shit about what happened to them. Not here.

“At the aid station, this man-- combat fatigue.” She mutters. “He was seeing things in his sleep. I thought he was going to hurt himself, so I tried to wake him up.” 

She doesn’t need to tell him the rest.

“Didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”

She looks up at him, her big eyes reflecting the moonlight. “It’s okay. It’s sort of... nice to talk about it with someone.” 

“You don’t have many friends here? I find that hard to believe.” He says, steering her towards a park. He originally intended on finding a place to get a drink, but he finds talking with her and listening to the lilt of her voice intoxicating enough.

She rolls her eyes at him. “I have some friends. Other nurses. Haven’t met the ones I’ll be bunking with now that I’m here, but.” She stops herself. “It’s hard to get to know anyone.”

He knows what she means. He feels the same way whenever replacements show up - he barely wants to know their names. 

They find a bench out of the way of prying eyes. The chatter of Marines all over the place pairs with the crickets providing the soundtrack for the evening.

“What about you?” She asks, “You have many friends?” 

He smiles thinking of the guys who have had his back since they landed on that godforsaken island. “A few.” He smirks. “They’re terrible. Hope you never meet them.” 

She grins. “Well, they can’t be as charming as you are, clearly...” 

He laughs, surprising himself. He can’t remember the last time someone made him laugh outside of a foxhole or a trench. 

“Where are you from?” He finds he wants to know everything about her.

“Chicago,” she says with a fond smile. “You?” 

“Indiana. A small town no one’s ever heard of.”

Nearby, a car backfires, and Bill surges off the bench, looking over to see her doing the same, hands clenched into fists. 

“Fuck,” Bill swears, hands shaking and cheeks red with embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she says, taking a step closer, taking his hand automatically. He burns at her touch. “It’s okay,” she repeats.

“I’m sorry--”

“Don’t apologize.” She says fiercely, suddenly sounding angry.

He knows how she feels. 

It shouldn’t be like this. They should have met somewhere else. The state fair maybe, or while she was getting a milkshake with her friends. He would have spotted her, been unable to leave until he knew her name. 

He would have been unable to get her pretty face out of his head. 

Not here - not like this... with the thread of never ending carnage looming above both their heads. 

“Let’s go to the beach.” She says, out of the blue, tugging him closer with the hold she’s still got on his hand. 

He thinks he would follow her anywhere if she keeps looking at him like that.

The waves sound different than they did on Guadalcanal. 

They’re calmer here, not so harsh. Maybe it’s the circumstances. Maybe it’s the company. Either way, Bill finds himself leaning back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. 

Next to him, her skirt flutters in the breeze, the scent of something floral drifting towards him as the wind ruffles her hair. 

“You know,” she says suddenly, her voice quiet, “when I became a nurse, I was so naive. I thought I’d be... dabbing foreheads with a cold cloth. Serving sandwiches.” She shakes her head. “What an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot.” He insists. “I’m the one who volunteered to go halfway around the world and fight in the jungle.” 

She smiles softly, looking out at the water. “I had no idea what I was getting into. Neither did you. None of us, really.” She meets his eyes, hers burning with something that sets fire to his veins. “You’re going to make it,” she says fiercely. “You’re going to make it, and when this is all over, I’d very much like to see you again, Bill.” 

He wonders if there’s ever been another woman like her. 

They sit there awhile longer. When she starts to shiver, he takes a risk and slides closer, slinging his arm around her shoulder. She leans in, her head on his shoulder, and when that gets uncomfortable for them both, she unceremoniously climbs in front of him so she’s between his legs, leaning back against his chest. 

Their combined body heat makes him drowsy, and his hands wander, only a little. She sighs, and he’s never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his entire life.

They run out of time. 

The MPs start searching the park, and then the beach, and they both scramble to their feet to make a run for it, laughing the entire way back to the stadium. 

The Nurse Corps are billeted on the complete opposite side, and Bill finds himself looking for any reason not to let her go. 

“I think I’m wounded,” he says, smiling lazily. “You should probably stick around.” 

“I think you’re full of it.” 

“Full of something,” he murmurs. “Can I write to you?” 

She looks surprised. “I was going to ask you the same thing.” 

He ends that night with his cheek burning from where she’d kissed it, and her address in his pocket, “for afterwards,” she insists.

He hopes there is an afterwards.

.

.

It’s nearly fall in Chicago, but Bill’s hands are sweating. He hears chatter inside the large house, the windows open to let in the autumn breeze, and one voice in particular makes him stop in his tracks and shut his eyes briefly, trying to gather himself. 

He knocks, takes a few steps back.

A screen door opens and shuts. 

“Oh my god.” 

He finally looks up. 

“Oh my--” Her eyes are filled with tears, and she stops mid sentence to jump the last two porch steps and throw herself in his arms. 

He’s caught off guard, but feels his knees go weak not from the remnants of his injury, but from the sheer relief of seeing her again, of feeling her in his arms, when he was sure he’d never have this chance. 

He doesn’t hesitate - he tilts his head up and catches her lips, kissing her the way he wanted to the first night they met. She responds immediately, sighing against his mouth as he sets her back down on the ground so he can cup her face in his hands, breaking away only when he’s nearly gasping for breath. 

“Bill.” 

“Hi.” 

“I thought you--” She stops herself, hand going over her mouth to stifle her sob. “You never answered my last letter.” 

After Melbourne, they wrote to each other nearly every day. They know more about each other than Bill knows about some of his closest friends. That all stopped when he was hit. 

“The Marines had the audacity to send me to a hospital that wasn’t yours,” he says, smiling at her. His smile fades as he takes in every detail of her face. “Are you--” He looks over her shoulder towards the house. “Is there someone--” 

She looks stricken. “No. No, Bill, I told you.” 

He remembers. In her last letter, which he could probably recite by heart if he needed to. I’ll wait for you, she had said. There’s no one else.

He wasn’t dumb enough to think that would last forever when she got home, though. He’s still not sure... he doesn’t believe he could be that lucky.

The hesitation must be written on his face, because she gets this look of pure determination before she’s tugging on his hand, dragging him around the corner of the house, away from prying eyes and ears. 

She doesn’t even let him say another word. She pushes at his shoulders until his back is flat against the brick, and then she’s in his arms again, mouth pressed against his. 

Her hands grip his lapels to keep herself steady, and his find purchase on her hips, his breath leaving him in a stuttered groan at the passion in her kiss. 

He dreamed of her like this. He dreamed of a floral scent and a soft fabric bunching up under his hands, of finally, finally having enough time to kiss her like he meant it.

“I told you I would wait for you.” She gasps. “I don’t break my promises.” 

“Thank god for that,” he mutters, before diving back in for more.

For once, time is on his side. There’s nothing to rush now, no need to act like they might never see each other again. 

They’ve got all the time in the world.

'Cause these are the nights that you know when you're there You couldn't have planned it much better I swear and you hope That your senses aren't failing you now And you think to yourself now I could be wrong But I might have just stolen this scene from a song and you know That your senses aren't failing you now 

End

[bookwormdeen]

Requests Open

Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed.  I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different.  Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

If you want to be in my TAGLIST, say.

Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

[dispatchvampire]

MASTERLIST

Updated 12/4/24

A bit of a caveat: No one under 18 please. These are not the stories you’re looking for. 

Also, since my bio is being a pain in my ass, I wanted to be clear: I'm a grown adult (over 40), multiethnic, and she/her.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled reading.

AO3

Slow Burn: Brighter Than The Sun - Steve x EnhancedFem!OC (complete)

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, swearing (a lot)

Summary: Boy hears Girl sing. Boy meets Girl. It could be the great American love story except Girl has a dangerous secret and is now a wanted fugitive. And Guy is an All American hero. 

Delilah Ford has had better weeks. Her life goes from ‘three shows a week’ to 'Escape from New York’ in the blink of an eye. And then there’s the guy. 

Steve Rogers give up on an infatuation? Not bloody likely. First time he heard Delilah sing, it was like all the cracks in his heart had been filled with gold. It was healing and restorative in ways he couldn’t comprehend, and he knew he had to meet her. She was gorgeous, sweet, and had no idea who he was at first, which was refreshing. 

And then the Feds tried to arrest her. 

Pursued by the government is not the best time to fall in love.

Slow Burn: Out Go The Lights

Pairing - Steve Rogers x OC,

Warnings: Some swearing, minor violence, nothing terrible

Summary: Clint and Delilah go to a haunted house within a haunted house. Shenanigans ensue. It’s amusing and traumatic for everyone.

A/N: This is part of the Slow Burn series, and in the same universe as Brighter Than the Sun. It’s out of order but I wanted to share it because of Halloween

Part of the Slow Burn Series (drabbles coming soon)  

With Benefits - Steve x Fem!OC (complete)

Warnings: Smut, nakedness, swearing, fluff

Summary: Xochitl Tecuani is a good soldier, a good Avenger, and hopelessly lusting after her team leader. Her crush on Cap is unfortunate at best and surely unrequited, or is it?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Bad Mistakes (I’ve Made A Few) - Clint x Tim Gutterson (Justified) (complete)

Warnings: Smut (M/M oral sex, drinking), fluff (kinda sorta, if you squint)

Summary: Two snipers, both alike in dignity, or something like that. A meet cute goes terribly awry when Tim stops by a bar for a drink and a game of pool and runs into Clint. The passion is hot and heavy while the bullets fly.

Part 1 of my Two Snipers series

Close Encounters of the Preferred Kind

Part 2 in my wholly unintentional Two Snipers series.

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Justified/The Avengers (MCU) Crossover (kinda)

Pairing: Clint Barton/Tim Gutterson

Word Count: 2066

Warnings: Fluff (kinda sorta, if you squint), canon level violence, aliens, cussing, a lot of cussing.

Summary: Set after the events of 'Bad Mistakes (I've Made A Few)', this is the second meeting of our fateful couple, with aliens invading, families meeting, and, of course, Tim's long-suffering boss, Chief Deputy Marshal Art Mullen. Life gets messy when worlds collide.

Author’s Notes: 100% did not intend to write a follow-up to BM, but these two don't really do things on my timeline or my schedule. Anyway, the idea of this made me laugh, this is what happens when you introduce your Boo to your people, and everybody had issues. Oh, and the mood board was all me, with picture credit going to their varying photographers.

Jump, Jive, & Wail - Bucky x Fem!OC

Pairing: Bucky x OC (in progress)

Warnings: Death by fluff, casual swearing, smut in later chapters

Series Summary: A bunch of interrelated  of fluffy ficlets about Bucky and Grace. For a woman who’s more spice than sugar, she’s awfully sweet on him.

Chapter Summary: In which Bucky has the worst kept secret crush in the history of ever on the cute, new, tattooed teammate. Grace is shy but definitely interested, and just waiting on the right dance partner.

Playlist: I made a playlist as I wrote this in case you’d like a soundtrack as you read.

New York State of Mind (Clint x Fem!OC)

Word Count: 680

Warnings: unbeta’d, angst, character death, just all the sadness

Written for @ackeviddlestan ��s Clint Barton Song List Challenge

Prompt: #8 - New York State Of Mind

Pairing: Clint x Fem!OC

Rating: PG

Summary:  She was his home. His time away. His peace of mind. Yeah, when he came back to the city from the compound, he came back to Brooklyn. His building. He came back to her as well. She was the one thing that he refused to give up under any circumstances.

(image credit for Succubus - Holly Woolford)

Someone To Watch Over Me - Bucky x EnhancedFem!OC (in progress)

Warnings: Smut (so much smut! M/F, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), toys, Bisexual OC), swearing, drinking, killing. 

Summary: The five times Bucky watched Tela, the newest Avenger, and the one time she truly saw him. 

A/N: Wanda’s of age, this just came from nowhere in my mind while I was working on something else and it needed a home. Many, many thanks to @stevieang​ for the beta. She is amazing and wonderful and you should read all her stuff.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Indecent Indulgences (complete)

Word Count: 9744

Warnings: Marvel AU, College!AU, No powers, Age gap, older woman/younger men, cougar on the prowl, Super spicy, Bisexual Steve and Bucky, Threesome F/M/M, PWP, Bucky Barnes has a filthy mouth, Steve does too, PIV sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex for everyone, completely self-indulgent and I'm not even a little bit ashamed.

Pairing: Stucky x Fem!OC

Rating: E

Summary:  

There were lines. Lines she knew she shouldn't cross--couldn't cross--because Dr. Layla Ciccone knew that once she did there was no way back. Not for her. Not for them.

Layla's busy life hadn't had room for dating. A trauma surgeon at the local hospital, she had been content to raise her daughter alone after her divorce and any needs she had were met with something rechargeable and unlikely to leave her wanting.

That did not, however, stop her from wanting.

Her daughter's friends since childhood, Steve and James were by no means little boys anymore. Hadn't been for a while now. And ignoring the temptation they presented grew more difficult by the day.

There were lines Layla knew she shouldn't cross, but sometimes, the only way to overcome temptation is to give in to it.

A/N: I got this vibe after listening to 'Stacy's Mom', having been inspired to do so by reading @abbatoirablaze's story of the same title. Hers is about Jake Jensen and is a fantastic read, this is straight up Stucky porn.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I Wanna Bake It With You - Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness

Summary: 

Bucky’s a secret baker. A guy who throws down cupcakes like it’s going out of fashion as a way to handle his anxiety and nerves. And he’s nothing but a ball of nerves where you’re concerned.

You’re friends, besties even, but oh, what he wouldn’t give for something more.

A/N: This is my first reader-insert fic, so roast me if you gotta, but I think I did okay. This is a drabble, so there's two things outside of my normal comfort zone, and it's just something fluffy that's been kicking around my brain for forever. I have this vision of Beefy!Bucky baking and belting out Air Supply songs at top volume and it just brings me fucking life.

The Chain, The Magic Circle, & Us

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

Relationship: Stucky x Avenger!reader (gender/appearance nonspecified)

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky share a hobby, and a learning curve.

A/N: Continuing in my supersoft supersoldiers theme, this is Stucky x reader fluff and I am wholly unashamed. Headcanon format

Accidentally In Love

Pairing: Stucky x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 6600-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / ?

Damsel In This Dress

Warnings: Not many, probably mostly swearing. This is just a bit of fluff.

Rating: PG-13 mostly for language

WC: 1000-ish.

Summary: Layla finds herself stranded at a Stark gala, with her terrible ex circling like a shark. Enter an unlikely savior in the form of one smoking hot Winter Soldier.

Radio Free Bucky - Bucky x Fem!OC

Pairing: Bucky x OC (in progress)

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst, casual swearing, canon-typical violence, smut in later chapters

Series Summary: A bunch of interrelated  of fluffy ficlets about Bucky and Penelope. Strangers in the night, tenuously connected by the past, finding their way together a little at a time.

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The Devil's Backbone - Part 1

Masterlist | Part 2

Pairing: Boyd Crowder x F!OC (Tim Gutterson x F!OC) Word Count: 3.2k Tags: slow burn(...probably), fluff, angst with a happy ending Warnings: Drinkin', Cussin'...and like, people are gonna get shot

Summary: Delilah Givens is back in her hometown after a decade away.Frustrated by her situation and having return to a town she thought she'd never see again, things go from bad to worse with the arrival of her estranged brother Raylan. Having parted ways with her elder brother filled with resentment, she was none too pleased to see him walk back into her life.When Raylan starts asking about an old friend, Lila finds herself being pulled between her family, her feelings, and the law.What will she have to lose to get what she wants?

A/N: YES I'M POSTING A SECOND WALTON GOGGINS FIC IN THE SAME DAY! Don't you dare judge me! He's the light of my life. 🥺 Also go listen to Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars it's really good.

Raylan Givens sat in the driver's seat of his Lincoln Town Car, chewing his lip as he stared intently at the shabby house at the end of the drive.

The little one-story sat cockeyed as the rigors of time and the East Kentucky rain warped the frame so far he hardly knew how it stayed standing. The eggshell blue paint he remembered from his childhood had all but chipped away, leaving the worn, gray wood exposed. The lawn had recently been mowed, with large piles of shredded grass piled around. The plants and weeds around the porch stood wild and overgrown, obstructing any view one might have from the dirty front windows. There were rusted bits of trash piled at the edge of the drive, left to decay when the house had first been left to sit years before. God only knows what you might find in the derelict barn out back--well, God and the braver local teenagers.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he gave one last, long sigh.

This was not going to go well.

He exited the car, making his way slowly up the gravel drive towards the house. Nearing the porch, Raylan saw the door was open. He could hear music blasting through the ripped screen door; something fast and folky. He heard someone cuss loudly inside the house and something hit the floor hard. His balled fist stopped just before it could knock on the door. The urge to turn tail and run was intense, but he pushed through the feeling and managed a quick rap on the rotting wood of the screen door. He heard rustling inside, but when it was clear he hadn't been heard he reluctantly knocked a little louder.

"Lila? You home?" Raylan called, looking down at his boots as he leaned against the house. The rustling stopped instantly.

"Who's that?" A woman's voice yelled back.

He hesitated for a moment, before answering, "It's Raylan." The music suddenly cut off, and Raylan could hear loud footsteps heading his way. He barely saw the outline of the woman on the other side of the screen before having to jump back as the she slammed the door open.

There, glaring up at him, stood his baby sister. Her strawberry blonde hair a mess of curls clipped loosely on her head as her chestnut eyes stared daggers in his direction. The tank top and jean shorts she wore were dirty and dripping wet.

"Now Lila," he started, his hands going up in defense.

"Don't you start with me Raylan Givens!" She snapped, "I don't know what the hell you're doin' back in Kentucky, but you've got no business with me, you understand? So you just turn yourself around and you get goin'." Raylan sighed.

"Lila, if you'd just listen to me--"

She scoffs, "Oh, you want me to listen? Is that all? You got something important to say to me?" She asked sarcastically, "Well then by all means Raylan--I am at your service." She added a patronizing curtsy to drive her point home. Raylan felt a twinge of guilt snag in his chest, before pushing it down and grabbing the edge of the screen door.

"Now you listen here, Delilah Givens. I do feel awful about what transpired when we last spoke, and I would like to work things out between the two of us if I can. But this is not a social call--it's official Marshall business." Raylan said forcefully. Lila scowled.

"And just what do the US Marshalls want with me? If this is 'bout daddy, I don't--"

Raylan raised a hand to stop her, "Nah, this ain't about Arlo; it's about Boyd Crowder." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Boyd?" she laughed, "What do I know about Boyd Crowder? He was your friend not mine, remember?"

"Well people are sayin' you and he have gotten close since you came back."

Lila rested her hands firm on the hips, which were popped to one side in an aggressive stance Raylan knew all too well . "Who's sayin'?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

Raylan shifted in place, his eyes cast to the ground before replying softly, "Ava Crowder." In comparison to Raylan's quiet admission, Lila's laugh was almost obnoxious.

"Oh did she now?" She practically yelled her response, before shaking her head in judgement, "Imagine! That woman shot her husband dead not 24 hours ago, and now before the man's body's even got cold she's right back to gossipin' 'bout things that ain't her business."

"Now cool down Lila; it wasn't like that."

"Then why don't you tell me what it was like Raylan--I know you're dying to."

"She was just answers my questions, that's all," he assured her.

Lila laughed through her nose, "Well she lied to you Raylan--is that a crime? Lying to a fed?"

"Now I don't believe she did lie," he said, pointing his finger at her, "and I think you know more than you're wantin' to say." Lila looked up at him silently, her eyes squinting as she thought hard about what to say next.

"Well, truth is Raylan it don't much matter either way. Because I don't have to tell you a god damn thing. Now if you wanna arrest me or come back with a warrant or whatever the hell it is you federals do then that's just fine--but 'til then, I'd like to kindly ask you to get your sorry ass off my property."

"Didn't sounds so kind to me," he said under his breath.

"What'd you say?" she asked, stepping forward aggressively. She was at least a head shorter than her brother, but like any Givens she was always ready for a fight.

"Alright Lila, I'll go; but if you change your mind, or if you just want to talk you give me a call," he said, offering her a business card. She scowled up at him for a moment, before ripping the card from his hand.

"Don't hold your breath," she muttered. She turned, letting the screen door slam behind her as she disappeared into the house. Raylan sighed, taking one last look into the shadows of the house before heading out.

About an hour passed, Lila sat still as a statue as she stared down at the card on her kitchen table. The sink nearby sat full of dirty water, the wrench she was using to try and fix it lay on the floor where she'd thrown it in frustration. She hadn't made another attempt, choosing instead to run through her meeting with Raylan a hundred different times. The sound of the screen door brought her back to reality, her head turning slightly as she heard someone in the hallway.

"Lila?" A male voice called.

"In here," she answered, chewing her lip as she turned her attention back to the card. She heard each boot-covered step as the man came down the hall before appearing in the archway holding a bag of groceries in one hand and a toolbox in the other. "Hey Boyd," she greeted, not looking up. Boyd Crowder emptied his hands on the table and sat down in the chair beside here.

He glanced over at the card on the table, "Somethin' troubling you darlin'?"

"My brother was here," she answered slowly. Boyd nodded knowingly.

"I thought it may be somethin' to that effect," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "my boy Dewey said he saw Raylan up at Ava's. I supposed it was only a matter of time before he made his way to your doorstep--though I must admit my surprise as to how quickly he seems to be moving."

"And what was Dewey Crowe doin' at Ava's exactly?" She asked, and Boyd smirked.

"Well of course he was just there to offer condolences." She finally looked over at him, a small smirk accompanying her skeptical gaze. "So, what did your brother want?" Boyd asked, pulling out a cigarette and lighter from the pack in his front shirt pocket.

"You," Lila replied bluntly.

Boyd lit the cigarette and took a deep draw, releasing the smoke slowly. "Well that does make a modicum of sense--mariticide don't really seem like the type of thing that catches the Marshalls' interest, typically."

"I didn't give him much of a chance to ask questions before I ran him off, but I'd imagine he wants information on what it is you've been up to with those Aryan bastards "

"That's likely so," he agreed, looking as calm as ever. Lil scowled.

"Ain't you even the slightest bit worried 'bout this? Raylan is a fed, Boyd. If he's snoopin' around askin' questions 'bout you--"

Boyd set his cigarette in an ashtray on the table and stood up, "It's alright darlin', don't rile yourself up over it." He said in his usual, soft tone. He patted her head as he passed, moving towards the fridge, "I'll take care of Raylan."

"But he shot a man just a few days ago--you saw it on the news, right?" Lila replied, turning in her chair to look at him. He pulled a bottle of whiskey off the top of the fridge, opening an cabinet to grab two glasses down. He poured two drinks, carrying them back and sitting down before sliding a glass over to her.

"So? I shot a man only this past evening--hardly seems like a thing to worry yourself sick over," he said, taking a long drink of the whisky as he picked up his cigarette. The burnt ash falling into the tray.

Lila hung her head, "Lord I know you did, and I can only thank God it was just some damn skinhead and not someone who didn't deserve it." She looked back up at him, concern in her eyes, "But that's not what I'm sayin' Boyd. You're a criminal, criminals shoot people. That's life. But Raylan ain't a criminal--he's a lawman, and lawman ain't typically in the habit of shootin' people dead."

"Well now, I don't know if that's the God's honest truth of it," Boyd pointed out, "But I catch you're meanin' well enough. If it comes down to blows between me and Raylan I may well end up on the wrong side of a bullet."

"Exactly! Ain't you even the slightest bit worried?" She asked him, her voice filled with concern.

"Not particularly," he replied, "But I can see it bothers you, so I suppose we'll have to deal with your brother sooner rather than later."

"What are you plannin' to do?" Lila asked.

Boyd lifted his glass, studying the amber liquid as he spoke, "Well, first I'm plannin' on finishing this glass." He said, shooting the rest of the whiskey down in one gulp, "Then, I'm gonna fix that sink of yours." He pointed across the kitchen to the backed up sink.

"But what about Raylan?" Lila questioned as she watched him out out the cigarette and stand.

"Well now that's where I'm gonna need you're help," he stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he spoke, "I'm gonna need you to head on over to the courthouse and have a little chat with your brother."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Don't cop to any of the bank robbin'--or the murder, of course. Just learn what you can 'bout what he's looking into, maybe see what he knows. And go ahead and tell him about the church--I'd be mighty fine to see him again."

"You sure?" Lila asked, glancing up at him.

"I'm certain, yes," he said, giving her shoulders a quick, affectionate squeeze, "Oh, and bring Lil with you when you go--that child needs to get out more." He added, turning his attention to the sink. Lila sighed, taking a shot of her whiskey before standing and making her way towards the door.

"Please do not tell me you're this weepy all 'cause of Bowman Crowder?" Lila asked, keeping here eyes on the road. Her arm rested on the door frame as her hand was stuck out of the cracked window; her fingers tapping the top of the truck in annoyance

"I know he was a bad person, but he was still good to me," the mousy girl in the passenger seat replied. Her long, tawny hair was braided down her back, keeping it from blowing in the wind blowing through the cracked window. Her gray eyes looked down, staring intently at her interlaced hands.

"Now I love the Crowder's--they're family to me, you know that--and I owe my life to Boyd. But Lilith Marie, you can not sit there and tell me Bowman Crowder wasn't a piece of shit! Ain't no one gonna miss him--'cept you, apparently." Lila replied, giving the girl a look from the corner of her eye.

"I don't blame Ava for what she done--the good lord knows I'm the last person to judge her--but even so, Bowman helped me out back then and I--"

"Boyd and Bo helped you," Lila cut in, "Bowman was just there cause he hated your daddy."

Lily nodded solemnly, "Most people did, as I recall."

"That's 'cause your daddy was a piece of shit too goddamnit!" Lila yelled, smacking her hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Any man lays hands on a woman deserves what's coming to 'em. You really gonna sit there and tell me you wallowed like you're doing now when you're daddy got his comeuppance? After all he did?" Lily just kept her eyes down, and Lila sighed. "Of course you did. Boyd was right--you do need to get out more."

The two woman sat in silence for a long while, the sound of the wind through the windows and the radio filling in for their lack of conversation. Lily stared out the window as Lila kept her eyes on the road, both lost in thought. 

With Lexington in view, Lila sighed.

"Alright look Lily, I ain't mad at you for feeling sad--but I need you to straighten up now. Boyd needs us to not fuck this up, you understand?" she said, looking over Lily.

"I don't even know why Boyd ask me to come along--what am I supposed to be doin'? I'm not good at talkin' like the two of you are." Lily questioned.

Lila scoffed, "Like I ever know what that man's thinking. Maybe he thinks if Raylan sees you it'll throw him off or somethin'. Or maybe he really did just want you to get out of the house--he worries for you, you know?" Lily shifted in her seat 

"I know," she answered quietly. 

The woman walked through the courthouse. Lila had at least had the good sense to change, though she still stood out with mini jean skirt and spaghetti strap top. Lily was dressed more modestly, in a cotton, floral sun dress the color of bluebells. Lila's heels clanked loudly on the stone floor, the sound echoing through the air. 

The stepped out of the elevator in front of the US Marshalls Office. Lila walked in confident strides as she bust through the door. Lily hurried behind her as close as she could be to the woman. Every head turned as the two woman entered. Lila put her hands on her hips as she stared them down.

"Where the hell is Raylan Givens?" she asked loudly. Hearing his name, Raylan peaked through the blinds of the back office, his head hanging in frustration as soon as he saw who was looking for him.

"What the hell Lila--I told you to call," Raylan-l said, stepping out of the office, "Not show up at my work."

"Well, I found myself Lexington and thought I'd stop by so we could have us a friendly little chat--unless you don't want to hear what I have to say? I can leave." Lila said, throwing her thumb back to point behind her. Raylan was about to respond, when he caught sight of Lily making herself as small as possible behind his sister.

"Who's that?" he asked, exasperated. Lila looked down at the young woman practically clinging to her, then looked back at her brother.

"Oh, you don't recognize her? Hardly surprising, seeing as you've been gone so long." she said, accusation in her tone.

"Don't give me that shit, you've been gone too," he replied.

"But I kept up with the people that was important to me, Raylan."

"That include Boyd?" he snapped back. 

"And what if it did? You only care 'bout it 'cause it's your job!" Lila was shouting now, and Raylan was clearly about to shout back when Raylan's boss, Art Mullen, step between them.

"Alright now, I think we need to calm things down now," Art said, looking back and forth between the two of them. He looked over at Lila, "Now miss, if you wouldn't mind doing me the courtesy of telling me who you are exactly?"

"I'm Raylan's sister," she answered with a scowl.

"Well that tracks," Art muttered to himself, "And you miss?" Lily jumped, surprised to suddenly be addressed.

"Her name's Lilith Pierce," Lila answered for her. She was talking to Art, but she was looking at Raylan. His face twisted in surprise at hearing Lily's name, and when he saw his sister looking at him he turned his face away.

"I am aware of why you're here Miss Givens, but is there a reason you brought Miss Pierce along?"

Lila smiled, "She's Boyd's sister."

"Surrogate," Raylan added quickly.

"Strange Raylan didn't go questionin' her, don't you think Mr. boss man?" Lila said to Art, before looking over at her brother, "I wonder why that is?" Raylan's face tightened as his sister addressed him.

"Alright, that's enough," Art said. He turned to Raylan, speaking quietly, "You're bullshit's gonna be the death of me. Now get her in a room and get what you can out of her--and I swear if you hillbillies break anything--"

"Yeah, I got it," Raylan replied solemnly, "Come on Lila, let's get this over with." He gestured to the open door of one of the private rooms.

"What 'bout Lily? You don't wanna interrogate her too?" Lila asked, shooting him a smirk as she moved behind the young woman and placed her hands on her shoulders. Raylan's eyes met Lily's, before he quickly looked away.

"Tim?" Raylan called to a blonde man standing to the side. The man nodded.

"I've got it covered," Tim replied. He stepped out from behind his desk, making his way over to the two woman. "If you'll follow me, miss." He looked at Lily and gestured to a different empty room. The young woman blushed, looking up at her friend for confirmation.

Lila scowled at the man, giving him a once-over, "Yeah alright, gone on then," she finally said, looking back down at Lily.

The two woman split, each following a deputy into separate interrogation rooms.

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The Daughter - Chapter Twelve

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Author Master List

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven,

CHAPTER: Twelve

“Uncle Boyd?” Elenora had been leaving school when she saw her uncle leaning against her truck. His arms crossed on his chest and he had a smile on his face as she approached.

“Elenora.” He greeted back.

Elenora stood in front of him now, and her free hand moved to reach up for the strap of her workbag. Knowing her gun was tucked in the glove box of her car, if something were about to happen the only weapon she had was her heavy bag. “Can I do something for you?”

“I was hoping that I could entice you to join me for a cup of coffee.”

Thinking on her feet, Elenora smiled at her uncle and relaxed her shoulders. “Actually, I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

“You meeting that Marshal boyfriend of yours?”

Elenora was not sure what to think. The only way he would know about Tim was if he had seen them together. She then realized he was leaning against her Bronco. Something he had never seen. “You following me?”

“Happened upon you once or twice.” He pushed off from the vehicle and held a hand to his buttoned up chest. “Scout’s honor, I only wanted to ensure you were safe. You know with all that your daddy and I get up to.”

“What do you want, Uncle Boyd?”

“I just want to talk. We can even go somewhere of your choosing. I just want to get to know the woman you have become.”

Elenora thought about this for a moment. What harm was there in just having a coffee? He seemed genuine enough. “There is a coffee shop around the corner. It’s usually busy at this time, and we can walk over. Oh, and I’m texting Tim.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Boyd said with a smile.

“Daddy taught me well.” Elenora spoke as she pulled her phone out from the side pocket of her workbag.

Elenora: Uncle Boyd and I are going for a coffee, the usual. I’ll have my phone and gun. No need to worry.

Tim: That’s my girl.

Tim: Got prisoner transport. Shouldn’t be too late.

“Let me throw this stuff in the back and grab my purse.” Said Elenora, before walking around the front of her vehicle. She opened the passenger door, threw her bag on the seat, and extracted her small purse from its insides. Once she had it, she looked up to eye Boyd, who was still just standing in the same place and staring at the school she had come from. Quickly, she opened the glove box and extracted her pistol and slipped it into her bag. Then she threw the strap around her shoulder and closed and locked the door. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Said Boyd, who then walked to stand next to her. “Lead the way.”

“So, daddy tells me you are on the straight.” Said Elenora, as both she and Boyd exited the parking lot.

Boyd stuck his hands in his pockets. “Trying ta’ be. Back at the mines.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“Till I die of black lung.” Said Boyd simply.

Elenora led them around the corner. “You could always try to find a more health conscious line of work.”

“There aren’t too many people that will hire someone with my history.”

“Well, maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough then.” Elenora snapped.

“You are definitely your parent’s child. Don’t know which one you sound like more, Raylan or Bella.”

“Sorry.” Elenora whispered, and she dropped her head slightly in shame. “I’m glad you are trying, Uncle Boyd.”

It did not take long for them to reach the coffee shop, and Boyd held the door open for her. Once inside, she directed Boyd to have a seat and she would order two coffees. Boyd said he would have whatever she was having. So she ordered to brown sugar espresso then paid, directing the staff that she was going to sit down.

Boyd had picked a spot towards the back wall, the same table that Tim would usually pick when given the chance. It had a clear view of both exits and out the windows. When Elenora sat down, she placed her purse on her lap and kept both hands on it.

“You won’t need that pistol of yours. I told you, I just wanna get to know you. Make sure... make sure that you are okay. That you’re happy. That you...”

“Aren’t a drug addict like my mamma?”

Boyd visibly cringed. “I can’t imagine you are. Job, you have that education. Your daddy and I’m sure that boyfriend of yours wouldn’t allow for such a thing.”

“Reading.”

“Reading?” Elenora watched as Boyd’s face scrunched in visible confusion.

“That’s my vise, my addiction. I read.”

It was at this point that the coffee’s arrived and there was a pause in the conversation. “Here you go Nora. You coffee cheating on Tim now, you know he won’t be none too happy bout that.”

Elenora let out a laugh. “I’m sure I’ll have to deliver him a double on the weekend to make up for it.” With a smile, the waitress put down the cups and walked away.

“Tim.” Boyd began as he stared at Elenora. “What’s his story? Only met him a few times. Boy seems to have a quick wit and holds a gun like he was born with it.”

Elenora pulled her cup towards herself. “He was an army ranger. Sniper. Doesn’t talk about it much, but he was good from what I hear.”

“You being careful with that one? I know what it’s like coming back from something like that. I watched a lot of good people come back real messed up, and they probably did a lot less.” The look in Boyd’s eyes told Elenora that he was being truly sincere.

“He doesn’t talk about it much, but I know about his PTSD. Learning his triggers.”

“That’s good.” Boyd let out a sigh and then reached for his own drink. “This looks real fancy.”

“Espresso, some milk and brown sugar.”

Boyd lifted the cup to his face, blew on it, and then brought it to his lips for a small sip. Once he had swallowed, he put the cup back down and smiled. “Your momma like sweet things too.”

“What was she like, before...” Elenora trailed off, she like to remember the few good things she could about her mother. Most of what she remembered was her mother passed out somewhere in the house and Elenora teaching herself how to use the stove to make soup for dinner.

“Before she got hooked on oxy?”

Elenora let her eyes fall to her cup, and she ran her finger around the rim. “Yeah.”

“Your momma was an old soul. Didn’t want for much, always helped out everyone else before she thought about herself. She was good in school, till she dropped out to raise you. We thought she might have been the first Crowder to actually amount to somethin’ big.”

“So what happened?”

“She had you, and then she started working for Bo, your grand-pappy. Next thing we knew she was using, and then I was off to war. They let me come back for the funeral...”

“Yeah, hard to forget about that.”

Boyd looked ashamed. “What we did to you, that wasn’t right. I know that now and I am sorry. I knew it then. You were the only thing left from her, and without thinking of the consequences of our actions, we made a poor decision.”

“Do you know how scared I was? I had just found out I had a father that knew nothing about me, and then I was kidnapped by my own family. Hauled off to some cabin. Men with guns watching the perimeter. I watched a man die in front of me. Do you know how messed up that made me?” Elenora’s voice died down into a whisper. “It is going to take a lot more than a sorry to fix that, Uncle Boyd.”

“And I would like a chance to do more than say I’m sorry. So how’s your daddy feel about you dating a lawman?” Elenora did not answer and instead brought her cup to her lip for another sip. Her uncle watched her for a moment and then realized the answer to his question. “Your daddy doesn’t know.”

“Nope.”

Boyd smirked and shook his head. “You know, that is probably not the best idea. Knowing what I know of your daddy, I don’t think that is going to end well for you.”

“It was never going to end well. Now they work together, and either way, it’s gonna be a bad day for everyone.”

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Elenora was sat on her couch, her and her uncle had talked for about two hours before they parted ways. The tv was playing some movie, and she had a book folded open on the blanket that rested across her lap, but she just stared at the wall. A part of her wanted to believe her Uncle, that maybe they could be a family again, but her heart just did not want to latch onto that thought. He was right about one thing. Perhaps it was time to tell her dad about Tim.

The door deadbolt flipping brought Elenora out of her trance, and she watched as Tim entered the apartment. She watched as he relocked the door behind him, moved across to the bed, unloaded his weapon, and tossed his magazine onto Elenora’s side of the bed. This was routine now, so simple it was as if they had done it a thousand times already. She knew not to ask. If he wanted to talk about what happened, Elenora would let him tell her when he was ready.

When Tim entered the living area after discarding his badge and gun and brought himself to the couch and picked her book up from her hands and laid down with his head on her lap. He left the book open to her page and draped it across his stomach to keep her place. His fingers weaved themselves together as he laid his hands across his lap.

Elenora reached down and ran her fingers through Tim’s hair and watched as he closed his eyes with a sigh. “Uncle Boyd knows about us. He’s been following me.”

“Gonna have to teach you how to lose a tail. He must not have told your daddy, otherwise I don’t think he would have wanted to be teamed up with me today.”

“No, but he did say I should tell him sooner rather than later. I think he’s right. We should figure out how we want to do this.”

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“Raylan, we need to talk,” Art called out after he saw Raylan grab his hat to leave for the night. Raylan raised an eyebrow as he entered the office. “You are gonna wanna sit down.”

“Art? What’s going on?” Raylan questioned as he sat himself down on the couch.

Art leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands together. “How’d Tim seem at the scene?” Since his two deputies got back, Art had been having an internal battle about whether he should be worried about the situation or not. He was sure that Tim had some PTSD and a drinking problem, and while it never affected his work, now Elenora was in the picture.

“Seemed fine. Why?”

“Just wondering. Close range shot, with a pregnant woman in proximity. Tight shot, things could have easily gone wrong.”

Raylan leaned back on the couch and sighed. “Art, if you were really worried about Tim, you would be talking to him right now, so what is this really about? You gonna give me shit cause I gave him the go ahead?”

“I need you to know something, that you aren’t supposed to know, and you have to promise you aren’t going to go all Raylan on me.” Said Art, realizing that he was about to open a door, he would never be able to close.

“What do you mean go all Raylan?”

“You know, shoot someone. If you didn’t know, you are an angry man, Raylan.”

Raylan sighed and tipped his head back. “Spit it out Art, I promise I won’t shoot no one.”

Art took a large breath in and looked Raylan in the eye. “Tim and Elenora are together, Raylan. Been seeing each other before you got transferred.”

���Bullshit. I’ve asked both of them. Elenora swore that she was seeing someone else. She wouldn’t lie to me about that.”

“Raylan, you threatened to shoot the man. How do you think you coming here working with the guy who was sleeping with your daughter was gonna be if you knew? You would just have ended up hating Tim before you even got to know the guy. You telling me you wouldn’t have tried to break them up? Wouldn’t have ended up ruining your relationship with your daughter?”

Raylan opened his mouth, but then closed it and let his shoulders sag. “She was scared to tell me?”

“They both are.”

“How’d you find out?”

Art could see the defeat in Raylan’s eyes. Like a man who realized he had fucked up, with no clue how to come back from it. “I saw them at a coffee shop together. Arm’s wrapped around each other. Elenora laughing and smiling. The night we needed Tim to get us in with your father, the two of them had been out. That’s why I went with him. Elenora was fast asleep in the backseat. Tim confessed to the whole thing. Raylan, he bought a ring.”

At this, Raylan’s eyes widened. “Like a...” He trailed off and pointed toward the ring finger on his left hand.

“Yup. He’s been sitting on it for months. Waiting to ask your permission. They’re good kids Raylan. I’m only breaking their confidence because if Tim can’t handle this, he’s taking that home to your daughter; to a young woman that feels like she’s my own.”

Raylan was quiet for a long while, till finally the wheel in his head stopped turning. “What do I do? Do I, do I tell her I know? Do I tell him I know?”

“From one dad to another, you need to let them come to you. Otherwise, they are gonna feel like kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Just show Elenora that you trust her, that you are proud of her, and she will tell you. Now that I know, it’s clear they aren’t trying too hard to hide it from you. I think it’s just a matter of her knowing you aren’t disappointed in her.”

“I could never be disappointed with her. She’s grown into this strong young woman. Someone I never thought I would be able to raise on my own.”

“Then tell her that Raylan, and maybe she will start telling you things you wanna here too.” Art watched as Raylan stood up, hat in his hands.

“I’ll do a drive by, send her a message. Just check in with her. I’m sure Tim’s fine. You’ll need to debrief and all that tomorrow, anyway. Should be easy to tell if there is concern.” Art stood up from his chair and eyed Raylan with suspicion. “I won’t do anything stupid, don’t worry. Need more time to process all this anyhow.”

“Well then, have a good night, Raylan.”

Raylan headed towards the doorway but paused before looking back at Art. “Thanks for telling me.”

“I’d hope you would have done the same.”

78.

Raylan circled the block of Elenora’s apartment building and found Tim’s car parked in a paid parking stall, alongside a bunch of overflow vehicles from a nearby hotel. He admitted he probably would have never noticed driving by that it was Tim’s, but now he knew to look.

When he pulled up across the street from Elenora’s large windows, he looked up to find the lights in the apartment on. Pulling out his phone, he pulled up Elenora’s number and hit call. He could see a shadow move across the window, and then the call was answered.

“Daddy, is everything okay?”

“Yeah sunshine, everything’s fine.” Said Raylan and he watched as Elenora came into view through the window.

“Did you need something?”

Raylan sighed as he watched her lean against the window frame, staring off into the room. “Had a weird case today and thought of you. I just, just wanted to hear your voice, know that you were okay.”

“I’m good daddy. Are you?”

“I will be. Like I said, just wanted to hear your voice.” It was then he noticed a second shadow moving across the window. “But I should let you go. I probably woke you up. Hey, you aren’t working tomorrow, are you? Wanna grab breakfast with your old man?”

“I’d love to. Say seven before you need to go in?”

“Yeah, that works. I’ll text you the place.”

“Okay daddy, get some sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too, Sunshine.” With that, Raylan ended the call and watched as Elenora did the same, and then Tim came into view. Raylan watched as the two said something to one another and then Tim stepped forward, placed a hand on her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Then they disappeared further into the apartment before the lights began to turn off, bathing the home in darkness.

Raylan fell back in his seat. “Well, fuck.” He whispered and thought back to his time with Tim. The guy seemed to have his shit together. He was good at his job, and honestly, he was beginning to think of the guy as a friend, one of the few he actually had.

Chapter Thirteen Coming....

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Death From Above

Series Summary: Tim has a bad day. His girlfriend dumps him, he punches an FBI Agent, and they’re getting a new girl in the office. He hooks up with a mysterious woman from a local joint, only to find out that she’s their new co-worker. As she settles more in Harlan County, her past comes back knocking, and it will send the whole office into an epic shitstorm that they may not recover from.

Part 1 - Cover/Disclaimer

Part 2 - Tim Gutterson and the terrible, awful, no good day (but hey, it ends in sex!)

Part 3 - Moonlight Curls

Part 4 - Gutterson the Gossip

Part 5 - The Crowders are Assholes

Part 6 - Sins of the Father

Part 7 - The Trouble with Trouble

Part 8 - Shitkicker Country

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The Daughter - Chapter Eleven

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Author Master List

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten

CHAPTER: Eleven

Elenora was happy at this moment. Between her starting work at the school and Tim’s work with the Marshal’s they had little time together over the last bit. Mainly, they had been staying at their respective residences and meeting up for coffee in the morning together, if time allowed. But now, now Tim was spinning her around the dance floor of some dingy bar outside of Lexington. Some of his friends from the army had invited Tim and Elenora out to listen to an Alabama cover band.

When the current song had ended, Tim had dipped Elenora low to the ground. Letting out a laugh, Tim hoisted her back up and put his lips on hers. It all felt like she was a teenager again. Making out on the dance floor.

“GET A ROOM!” Came a shout from one of Tim’s friends and Elenora just laughed as she pulled away from Tim to head back to the table. Tim, however, seemed to have a different idea and instead pulled Elenora back to him and once again claimed her mouth with his own. The kiss was passionate and Elenora felt her knees go weak, but Tim held her to him until finally he pulled his lips off of hers.

The two of them headed back to the table the group was sat at and Tim pulled Elenora into his lap when he sat down. Wrapping his arm around her and setting his hand down on her skirt covered thigh.

“Who would have thought Gutterson would have found someone as crazy as him?” Said one of the guys from across the table.

“You calling me crazy?” Elenora said with a large smile as she reached for her beer.

“Honestly, it is just nice to know you are real. We thought he was making you up. Arresting some naked girl in a fountain and then hooking up with her.”

Elenora looked back at Tim with wide eyes. “Is that what you told them?”

“I might have embellished a little.” Tim said, a sly smile on his face as he grabbed his own beer. He took a swig, and Elenora felt him settle back in his chair.

“As long as you haven’t been showin’ ‘em that picture.”

“Gutterson, you holdin’ out on us?” Another one of the men, Steven, asked with a laugh.

“Ain’t nobody ever gonna see that one but me,” Said Tim. He turned his head and looked at Elenora. The look he was giving her was hard to decipher. She could not quite figure out what he was thinking while he looked at her.

Pulling her eyes away from him, Elenora looked at Tim’s friends. “So you said crazy like him? What kind of stories you got for me?”

It was about an hour later when Elenora, who was dancing with Steven and watched as Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. She did not miss the way he looked at the caller ID and then at her with a frown. After he got off the phone, he made his way down to the dance floor just as the song was ending.

“We gotta’ go. Art called. Your grandfather is hiding out in the vet’s bar and Art and your daddy can’t get in to talk to him.”

“Gotta go to show that super hero card of yours?” Tim’s friend asked.

“Yup.” Tim was holding Elenora’s purse on his arm and used the other to present to Elenora. “I got the tab, so I’m ready to go when you are.”

Elenora took her purse from Tim and smiled at Steven. “Thanks for the dance.”

“Any time. You keep Gutterson in check there okay, it’s nice having him back at the meetings.”

When they hit the interstate, Elenora settled herself against the door so she could look at Tim. “I had fun tonight. Your friends are nice.”

“They’re assholes, but nice assholes at least,” Replied Tim. His left hand gripped the steering wheel. “Sorry, I had to cut it short for work. Was really looking forward to taking you home tonight.”

“Well, we will have a three-hour drive back after this. I’m sure we could make a pit stop somewhere.” Elenora wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Tim just let out a chuckle. “So, how do you wanna play this out when we get there? Am I hiding in the back, or are we coming up with some excuse as to why we are arriving together?”

“Honestly, I was just thinking we tell the truth. We went out with some friends for drinks out of town, and I wasn’t just gonna leave you there.” Tim looked at Elenora. “Honestly, it’s kind of fun watching your daddy squirm. He’s been asking lately if I’ve met this guy of yours. He says he is trying to be good and leave you be. Let you tell him when you’re ready.”

Elenora pulled up a leg and tucked it under herself as she watched Tim. “I’m impressed. He said he would give me some space. Didn’t realize you two were becoming so friendly to one another.”

The rest of the drive was filled with silence and idle chitchat, mostly to keep the both of them awake and focused, and once they got close, Elenora found her palms beginning to sweat and her heart began to beat fast. “Tim, I don’t know if I can do this...”

“If you want to stay in the vehicle, you can. Just climb in the back seat and get some sleep. I saw you driftin’ off over there, as much as I appreciate you stayin’ awake with me. You can rest Nell.”

They were within the town limits now, so Elenora unbuckled her seat belt and slipped through the center and into the back seat. Laying herself down on the fabric, she tucked her arm under her head and sighed. “This is kind of nice, actually.”

“We’re coming up on it now. I’ll try not to be too long.”

“Okay.” Whispered Elenora as she closed her eyes. It was a minute or so later when she felt the vehicle come to a stop and Tim opened the door, hopping out.

She could hear footsteps outside and then Art’s voice. “We interrupt anything?”

“I’ve been off the clock since five, so...”

“You drunk?” Art asked, his voice now sounding further away.

“I was headed in that direction, till this detour...”

Then it was just quiet. The only noises Elenora could hear were the passing vehicles and so she let herself drift away to sleep.

When Art Mullen had gotten up that morning, he decided that unlike every other morning he was going to try something different, there was a coffee shop on the other side of the Marshal’s office that Elenora had told him about. She liked to study there, she said, it had an amazing brown sugar espresso. She thought he would like it, but Art just never seemed to find the time. Today, however, he had decided to find the time. It was early, six am, but Art knew they would be open from his prior conversations with Elenora.

So there he sat in a booth at the back. Coffee cooling on the table and a newspaper fanned out in front of him. He had been focusing on the international news section when he heard Elenora’s laugh echo through the quite busy building. So when he had looked up, he had expected her to be laughing at something the young man behind the counter had said, but instead she was wrapped in his youngest deputy’s arms.

Art picked up the paper in front of him slowly and held it up slightly as to partially cover his face as he watched the two. He could only see Tim’s back, but he knew it was him, by the hair, stature and pistol at the man’s hip. Elenora was leaning against his side, her head on his shoulder, and his arm was resting along her back and hip. She had a large briefcase bag on her shoulder, signaling she must be on her way to work. Art watched as they waited in line, talking to each other in what appeared to be easy conversation. When they turned to head to the pickup counter, Art raised the paper and instead watched their reflection in the large windows of the shop. He watched as Elenora stood herself chest to chest with Tim and the two kissed, with Tim’s hands moving to the back of her neck.

So this was it, he thought, the great mystery of who Elenora was seeing. He knew he should not be surprised. He had a feeling something was happening ever since the night Elenora was attacked in the parking lot. Leslie had told him when Tim dropped Elenora off, he had stuck around for a bit, sitting on the bed and just watching her sleep. She had said it was the way Tim brushed the hair out of Elenora’s face that told her that Tim was in love with her. Art wondered for how long it had been happening, and how they had been able to keep it so hidden, considering they had no qualms about going out in public together.

When Tim had shown up drunk and seemed not too keen on the fact he had been disturbed, Art wondered if that meant he had been spending the evening with Elenora. The young mans plaid shirt open, revealing his undershirt, was an unkempt, relaxed look Art was not used to seeing. That was a thought for later, however, as the three Marshal’s sat themselves down at Arlo Givens table.

“How did you get in?” Arlo asked as he eyed Raylan.

“Deputy Gutterson served in Afghanistan.” Raylan said simply as he motioned to Tim. Art watched the way Tim’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the older man.

“He a mess-hall cook?” Arlo asked with a laugh.

Leaning back in his chair matched Arlo’s stare. “Sniper in the Rangers.”

Arlo looked Tim over. “So, he’s the shit. The Afghan war, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Tim replied.

“Yes, sir. I like that. Yes, sir.” Arlo spoke, his voice sounding somewhat amiable but also mocking. “So, what can I do for ya’ll?”

“We’re interested in Boyd Crowder.” Art began.

“Isn’t he out in the woods, uh, running a revival or something?” Arlo asked as he sat back in his seat.

Art leaned forward and rested his hands on the table. “Yeah, but we want to know if he’s helping Bo Crowder and if Bo’s reestablishing his business.”

Arlo just scuffed. “Why would I know any of that?”

“Because you ran Bo’s protection-and-collection business while he was in prison.” Raylan said simply, as if it was well known news.

“I what?” The sarcasm rolled off Arlo in waves, and Art could tell this was not going to go well for them.

“You deny it?” Asked Art as he narrowed his eyes at Arlo.

“Hell, yes, I deny it. That’s crazy. Why on earth would Bo do something like that?”

That seemed to be enough for Raylan as the man stood up from his seat. The chair legs scratched across the floor from the force. “Okay. We’re done here.”

“Mr. Givens, what we need you to consider...” Tim spoke after minutes of silence, but he was interrupted as Raylan grabbed the back of Arlo’s chair and his face appeared next to his fathers.

“What I’m supposed to say is, we know you ran Bo’s protection racket into the dirt. So it doesn’t take a prophet to see the future from here.” This caused Arlo to stand from his seat, with Art and Tim following suit. “Okay. You can either sit around, waiting to catch a bullet or...”

“What?” Arlo asked his son, the disdain dripping from his voice.

“Or you can accept protection from the Marshal’s Service.”

“How about we talk about my granddaughter. That Crowder kept her hidden from you, from me. Wonder if she turned out like you, an arrogant self righteous ass?”

“Don’t you talk about my daughter.” Raylan spoke as he pointed a finger towards his father. “How about instead we talk about Helen? You gonna forgive yourself if she gets caught in the crossfire, hmm?”

“You are no longer welcome here. Any of you.” Arlo spoke, turning around and looking to Art and Tim. “Tell the truth.” Arlo began as he looked back at Raylan. “You didn’t honestly think you could turn me.”

Raylan pushed his hat down a little farther on his head and sighed. “I came here as an officer of the law, because sometimes we have to make deals with lowlifes because we have our sights set on life-forms even somehow lower on the ladder of lowlifes than they. And why would you ever think I would let you anywhere near my daughter?”

The slap that sounded as Arlo’s palm connected with Raylan’s face was loud in the silence of the bar, and Art had to stick an arm out to hold Tim back as the young man pushed forward to intervene. Unsure if it was the why Arlo was talking about Elenora or the booze he had drank prior. It honestly was probably a little of both. “Mr. Givens, we’re taking down the Crowders, and you can either go with them or not.” Art said simply as he watched Raylan storm away from the group.

When Art got outside, he was greeted by the sound of his cell phone going off, and the sound of Raylan’s. Then, as Tim appeared beside him, the young Marshal’s as well. The three looked at each other before Art opened the phone to see a message reading ‘double murder, think it was Boyd taking out more cookers.’ There was also an address attached.

Art looked at Tim and then at Raylan. “I’m gonna ride with Deputy Gutterson. Raylan lead the way.” Raylan headed off to the car, and Art walked to stand next to Tim. “You and I need to have a talk on this ride.”

“Sir...” Tim began as he fished his keys out of his pocket and looked from Art to the SUV and back again. “There is something you should know.”

“I got a pretty good guess, son.”

“Well, then at least, be quiet cause she’s sleepin’.” Said Tim with a sigh as he and Art moved toward the vehicle and each carefully opened the doors and got in. Without waiting for Art to even do his seat belt up, Tim pulled out of the parking lot and headed out.

Once they were on the move, Art turned to look in the backseat, and there, curled up under Tim’s blue Marshal’s jacket, was Elenora. Fast asleep, using her hands that were laying palm to palm as a pillow. When he brought his head back to look at Tim, he found the young man staring out the windshield leaned back with one hand on the steering wheel.

“How long?”

“Since the night before she got the apartment.” Said Tim simply.

“So that story you guys told, when Wallace had her?”

“Mostly true. Didn’t actually catch her in the fountain. Met her at the bar, she asked me for a favor to help with getting the place. We’ve been going steady since,” Tim said casually as he continued to stare at the taillights of Raylan’s car.

“Steady?” Art questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Tim let his head lean to the right, and he let out a sigh. “Yeah, steady.”

“So, this thing is serious?”

“Yup.” Said Tim before glancing back towards Elenora. “Nell, you still sleepin’?” When now reply came, Tim pointed towards the glove box and gave Art a pointed look. “Open it.”

Art did as he was told and reached forward to release the latch. Looking inside, he strained against the dim light of the cab, but he could make out a few loose pieces of paper, a notepad, a box of condoms, which he raised an eye at and a small black box. Plucking it from the depths of the dark hole, Art held it in his hands and looked at Tim. “Is this what I think it is?”

“We went to some house party, a graduation thing at one of her friends. I saw her there with her friends, having fun, a smile on her face. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We talked a little on the porch. She asked me what I was thinkin’ about, and honestly, I was imagining her leavin’ me. Cause before that, all night, all I could think about was growin’ old next to her. Didn’t think about work, not about the war, just her.” He rocked his head back and forth for a second. “Next day, I bought that.”

Art stared down at a thin gold band, with a large round cut diamond and a scattered halo of about a dozen small diamonds. “Tim...”

“Raylan doesn’t know.”

Art closed the ring box and put it carefully back in the glove compartment. “I figured seeing as how you don’t have a bullet hole in you. So, what are you gonna do?”

“Art, I wanna marry that girl back there. I just don’t know how to ask her daddy’s permission.”

Chapter Twelve

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The Daughter - Chapter Seven

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

CHAPTER: Seven

Elenora could not sleep. So instead she sat in one of the lounging chairs on the roof of her building. A large blanket was wrapped around her, a book in her hand, and a glass of gin and soda in the other. She was not sure what time it was when she heard the door to her apartment open and close. Elenora had left it unlocked in case Tim came over whenever he could leave work.

She hoped it was him, and not someone attempting a break in, seeing as how a good portion of her stuff was still packed. It would make for easy transportation of her goods. The balcony gave a small groan as someone walked onto it, and eventually she saw the top of Tim’s head arise from over the edge of the building.

When he got on the roof, Elenora placed her cup down on the shingles below her and put her bookmark in place before closing the cover of her copy of Dune. “You know your front door is unlocked.”

“How else were you going to get in?” Asked Elenora. “Figured you would hit the buzzers till someone let you in, and once you got up, you’d know where to find me.”

Tim walked over to her and she pulled up her knees to make room for him to sit at the end of her lounger. “Your family knows you are here, and they are not gonna be too happy that your daddy shot your uncle Boyd tonight. So please lock your door.”

“I notice you say shot, not killed?”

“He’s stable and in the ICU.”

“And you?” Elenora pulled at the blanket from inside and wrapped herself tighter.

Tim sighed. “Hole free and with a couple days off comin’, after I hand in my report on shooting two of Boyd’s men.”

It was just silence that followed, and Elenora did not miss the fact that Tim had not touched her since he got there. “Are you okay?”

“I sometimes turn into a mess after something like this, and I might have stopped for a few drinks before I came over.” Tim’s eyes looked down at his hands as he wrung them together. “That thing you said earlier; that thing I said earlier, I understand if you said it because of the situation.”

“Tim, are you drunk?” Elenora needed to know at what stage of the night she was in. Was this Tim talking, or was it the booze? “I need to know what state you are in before we talk about this.”

He finally turned his head and connected his eyes with hers. There was a glassiness in his eyes, and she noticed his eyes dart around her face before settling back on her own. “I stopped myself after three whiskeys and a pint. I’m about as me as I usually am.”

Pulling her hands free from the blanket, Elenora let it drop from her shoulders, exposing her bare arms to the chilly night air. She was still dressed in her outfit from the morning, having little energy to do much else but haul herself up to the roof after work. Placing the backs of her forearms to her knees, she turned her palms upwards and out toward Tim, leaving the next move to him. “I meant everything I said. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Marshal. And I only said it in the manner I did, in case it was the only time I got to say it.” The last part came out as a whisper.

He continued to just stare at her. He did not take her offered hand, and his lips did not even open as if he was at a loss for words. Seconds passed and Elenora felt her heart shatter. “I did it, didn’t I? I went too hard, too fast and...” Whatever she was about to say fell from her mind as Tim’s body moved to lie over top of her own, pushing her knees down with one hand and sticking his other through her hair at the back of her head. His lips crushed hers, his entire weight on her. There was something different to this kiss than any of the others they shared. It was possessive, controlling. There was no offer to her to lead, no pause to feel her out.

When Tim finally pulled back, Elenora could see, even in the dim light on the roof, that his pupils were dilated with lust. His breath came out in giant puffs of warm air that, at the close distance between them, warmed her face against the cold. “Ma’am, I think I’m in love with you, too. Which might be the thing that will ruin us both.”

“Tim...”

“No, I need you to know that this is what it will be like. I’ve killed people; I kill people, Nell, and I’ve run out of fingers and toes to count them on. I’m most likely going to wake up in the night, thinking that I’m back in the sandbox. But now you are going to be laying next to me, which means when I put my pistol on that night stand I need to make sure I take the clip out, and the one in the chamber. Because I will not know that you are the thing I care about most, and it’s not a matter of if, but when. And that will be the moment that ruins us, because you will never look at me the same, and it’s going to destroy me knowing I hurt you. That’s why this morning… I’m a keg waiting to explode, Nell.” The words tumbled from his lips, and Elenora, as much as she had wanted to stop him, let him say his peace. Tim’s hand was still in her hair, and his other was held against the underside of her hip.

Her hands, she had realized, had made their way to the sides of his face, and her thumbs without even realizing it were stroking his skin. “Tim, I know what I’m signing up for. I know that every time you walk out, that door might be the last. I understand that you’ve been left with scars that will probably never heal, but I want it. Tim, I’d rather worry each night. I accept every risk that comes along with loving you because I don’t see a life worth living if you’re not laying next to me.”

“Nell...” The tone of his voice told Elenora that he was about to dispute her words.

“Gutterson!” Elenora said, forcefully cutting him off, and she slid her hands down his cheeks and a finger to his lips to stop him from being able to talk. “I love you, and if the next words out of your mouth aren’t you telling me about how you plan to fuck me on this roof, then I may just have to shoot you myself so that I can end the misery. I want you Tim, I want you right now.”

When she was sure that her words had sunk in, Elenora released her hands and slid them to the back of Tim’s neck. Tipping her nose down, she looked over her glasses at him and raised an eyebrow in defiance at whatever excuse he was trying to come up with till finally the fire returned to his eyes.

“I like you in glasses.” Tim whispered before kissing her.

It only took a few seconds before both Elenora and Tim were naked under the blanket. Tim was kissing her slowly as one of his hands traveled down her stomach and towards her core. He gently ran a finger along the most sensitive part of her, and Elenora gave a moan when she felt Tim rub his length through the wetness that had formed between her legs. He was slow as he entered her and when his hand emerged from beneath the blanket, he tucked it behind her, while the other rose to gently rest on her cheek.

Elenora wrapped her arms and legs around Tim as he rocked against her, dragging out from her and slowly pushing back in. This was unlike anything they had done before. Elenora had told him to fuck her but this, this was Tim, was making love to her. Slowly, Elenora pulled her lips from his and he looked down at her in question. “I love you Tim.”

“I love you too, Nell.” Tim placed his forehead to hers and kept his eyes locked on her. At the same pace, Tim continued to slide in and out of Elenora. It did not take long for his eyes to close and his body to stiffen as he came inside her.

After Elenora lay curled up on Tim’s chest as they both lay naked on the lounger. The blanket was just enough to cover both of them from the crisp outside air. Both of them were just staring up into the sky and Tim ran a finger in a light circle on her outer thigh. “So what happens if I just keep you up all night? Cause I could go for a round two.”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Tim, who continued to stare up into the sky. “I’ve usually passed out from drinking too much by now. Can’t say I’ve had a lot of a female company over the years.”

“Well, if you don’t sleep, you can’t dream, and I really think now is as good a time as any to test that theory. Or maybe I can just tire you out enough.” Eleanor pushed herself up slightly and brought her lips to Tim’s chest, lightly placing kisses along his skin. Slowly she made her way upward, bring her lips up to kiss at a spot between his ear and chin and Tim let out a moan.

Tim’s hand rose and worked its way into Elenora’s hair, warping the locks around his fingers and pulling ever so slightly. Elenora took the signal to halt her kisses and pushed herself up to look at the man underneath her. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I do have this fear that Officer Thompson is going to pop out from behind the air conditioner.” His hand came out of her hair and he placed his palm on the side of her head. Running it downwards as he stared up at her, a smile on his lips.

He had a look on his face like he was thinking five steps ahead of where they were. “What you thinking about?”

“Just wondering what your daddy’s gonna do when he finds out.” The answer was quick, but Elenora had a feeling that was not what he was thinking about, even though it was a valid thought.

Elenora sat up and pulled at the blanket to cover herself as she looked down at Tim. “He’s probably going to pull his pistol on you, or at least he is gonna threaten to.” Leaning over, she reached for her clothes, which had been discarded at the side of the lounger. “Now come on, I want to tire you out some more.”

After redressing enough to comfortably climb back into the apartment, Elenora took her glass to the kitchen and watched as Tim moved behind the cube bookshelf wall separating the living space from the bedroom. She approached the shelf and watched as Tim unclipped his badge from his pants and placed it on the nightstand closest to the door. Then he pulled his holster and Glock. Slowly, he took the pistol out, throwing the holster onto the unmade bed. It was then that he turned to look at her. “You know how this works, right?” Tim held the Glock by the barrel in his hand and held it towards her.

Nodding her head, she carefully took the Glock from Tim. She stared at the pistol for a moment before her brain kicked into gear. Holding the grip, she hit the magazine release and used her other hand to catch the falling magazine, and once it was in her hand, she tossed it on the bed. Then she turned the Glock over and gripped the slide. Pulling back, she aimed the ejection slot towards the bed and pulled back on the slide. The bullet there had been in the chamber sprung out, landing near the magazine. Silently she handed the weapon back to Tim, who took it and, along with the holster, sat them next to his badge.

Elenora picked up the clip and bullet and inserted the stray back into its position in the magazine. “Would you prefer I put it somewhere a little more inaccessible?” Tim turned back towards her and gave his head a slight nod. Backing up, Elenora made her way to the other side of the bed and bent down. Lifting the top mattress up slightly, she slid the magazine underneath, about a finger’s distance in. Easily reachable if she had to roll from the bed to the floor, but difficult enough for Tim to reach it from over the top of her. Once it was situated, she lowered the mattress and then got on top of it. Shuffling across the surface on her knees, Elenora moved the short distance to Tim. Reaching up, she pushed at the shirt had put back on but did not button up off his shoulders. “Come to bed with me, Marshal.”

Tim reached forward and wrapped a now naked arm around Elenora’s back. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Elenora awoke a few times during the night, and each time she just laid unmoving and listening to Tim breathe till she fell back asleep. There seemed to have been no need to worry tonight, for Tim was fast asleep, a gentle snore coming out every so often. His arm laid draped casually across her stomach, but never tightening. Perhaps she wondered if it was good that they had tired out before falling asleep? Or maybe it was just that she was there, that his mind had something else to focus on before falling asleep rather than just that night’s events.

The next thing she knew, she was being awoken by what seemed to be a regular occurrence. Tim always seemed to always awake early. She could hear him in the bathroom and could smell the coffee brewing in the pot. This seemed to be the routine before he would go for his morning run. Slipping out of the bed, Elenora grabbed her housecoat from a nearby chair and slipped it on. Once she had the tie done around her waist, she reached between the mattresses for Tim’s magazine and pulled it from its confines. Then Elenora walked around to the nightstand Tim’s gun rested on and picked it up. She slipped the magazine back into the Glock just as she heard Tim approaching behind her. His hand slipped around her waist as he took the gun from her and loaded one into the chamber before setting the pistol back down on the nightstand.

“How’d you sleep?” Elenora asked as she turned herself into Tim’s arms.

“Like a baby, think that idea of yours might have worked.” He said with a smile as he looked down at her. “I was gonna go for a run. Did you want to come?”

“Sure, give me a minute to get dressed.” Slipping out of his arms, Elenora set about dressing and once she had thrown her hair up in a pony, she headed to the door where Tim was waiting for her. Elenora had a small pack that she clipped around her waist and picked up her house keys from the bowl by the door and threw them in the pouch.

Looking back at Tim, he was holding her phone in his hands. “Put your phone in there just in case, and later I’m going to take you to the range. The sooner we get your CCWD, the sooner I’ll feel better leaving you alone. The instructor is a hard ass just warning you.”

“You’re the instructor, aren’t you?” Asked Elenora with a laugh.

“I have the ability to license, yes. One perk of the job. Now come on before the coffee turns off.”

This run went much better than the last, and soon Elenora and Tim were back at the house. Freshly showered and dressed for the day, the two were sitting in the kitchen, each drinking a cup of coffee and reading. Elenora had the newspaper and Tim had pulled one of Elenora’s many novels from her shelf, a hardcover copy of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. She watched as he turned page after page, the article she had been reading forgotten as she watched as Tim’s eyes darted across the pages. She wondered what he would look like dressed in army fatigues. A tan coloured beret on his head.

“You’re watching me.” Said Tim, without looking up from the book.

Elenora placed the paper on the table as she continued to watch Tim. “Why become a Marshal?”

Without missing a beat or looking up, he turned the page. “Couldn’t cut it as a civilian.”

“But why the Marshal’s?”

Tim placed his thumb in the book to hold his page as he closed the cover. Finally, looking up at Elenora, she could tell from the look in his eye that perhaps this was not the subject to talk about. “Why a teacher?”

“I’m serious Tim.”

“So am I.”

Elenora let out a sigh. It was only fair. If she wanted to know him, he needed to know her. “Wasn’t allowed to go into law enforcement or anything closely related. Figured being a teacher maybe I could inspire enough to keep at least a few kids from ending up in a state where someone like you needs to get involved. My dad is an angry man, never hit me or show me anything other than love and affection, but he channels the anger into his work. He takes risks, thinks he’s the one that needs to solve every problem. He grew up to a father who ran drugs and had no issues giving him a beating for misbehaving. My mother’s side was worse. I wanted to stop people like them. I wanted to do everything I could to ensure I would be nothing other than good. Think daddy knew that, and knew he found no peace, so why would I?”

He watched her, as if he was processing her answer. “I’m good at two things: finding people and putting them on the ground. There isn’t much job crossover this side of the Atlantic. It was this or end up like many of my friends and attend one meeting after another just to meet with a dealer, anyway. I couldn’t channel my rage. My daddy was a drunk, beat my mother till she left and then moved on to me. He died before I could finish basic. I’d hoped I would go back, that he would try something, and that I could finally put him in his place. So maybe your daddy and I will get along just fine after all. Being a Ranger gave me structure, discipline and purpose. Now the Marshal’s service does that.”

“Do you go to meetings?”

“Not as much as I should, and not any time recently.”

“Want me to make sure you go?”

“No, which probably means yes.”

Elenora put her hand out on the table, reaching out to Tim. It did not take long for Tim to put his hand in hers. “I appreciate you telling me, Tim. I know it can’t be easy talking about that stuff with just anyone.”

“Well, you ain’t just anyone now, are you?” Tim went to keep talking, but his phone rang from where it sat at the edge of the table. Closing his mouth, he reached for it and saw the caller I.D. read Art Mullen. Answer the call, he placed the phone to his ear and shoved a bookmark into his book. “Hey, Art.” Then there was a slight pause and Elenora figured Art was calling Tim in early. “I’ll be there in ten.” Hanging up the call, Tim placed his phone back down at the table. “Time to go. I’ll send you a message, let you know what the plan is for getting you to the range.”

“Sounds good. Stay safe Marshal.”

“Will do Ma’am.”

They each stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door together. “I’ll get a key made up for you.” Elenora spoke as Tim slipped on his bomber jacket.

“I’m gonna regret saying this, but you should make one for Art and Raylan, too. Don’t hide one for access. If we all have keys, then we will be able to get you in if anything were to happen. Tim rested his arm on his pistol and holster that was already clipped to his pants. “Perhaps one for Rachel as well.”

“I’ll do that over the next few days.”

“Until then, keep the door locked, please. I’ll text you when I’m coming, so please keep your phone on you.”

“Yes, Deputy U.S. Marshal Gutterson.” Elenora rolled her eyes.

Tim reached out and put a palm on Elenora’s cheek. “I’m serious. Your uncle might be goin’ to jail, but there are others out there that would easily use you to their advantage.” He pulled his hand away and Elenora was sad to feel the heat of his hand no longer there. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my report and we can go to the range. You don’t work today, right?”

“No, off today. I only got two more shifts this week though till I’m officially done. Then I can enjoy my summer till I have to go in to lesson plan.”

“Good, try to stay in today. Boyd’s men aren’t going to be happy we took him in, or that your daddy shot him.”

Elenora nodded, even though she already had other plans, ones that she was sure would make both her father and Tim extremely angry.

When Tim left, Elenora finished her coffee and in her jeans and plaid she picked up her cross body purse and left the apartment. The first thing she did after leaving was drop her key off to have copies made. Then, as she walked down the street, she wondered how to casually ask her father about what happened last night. There was no way she could see Boyd without it raising suspicion as to how she found out. But as luck would have it she saw a familiar face walking towards her on the sidewalk. Curled blonde hair and a cigarette in her hand.

“Aunt Ava?” Elenora called out as she got closer.

“Do I know you...” Ava trailed off as she squinted her eyes in suspicion at Elenora. As the two approached one another, they stopped and Elenora let a smile lift at her lips. Ava had always been her favorite person when she lived in Harlan. One of the things she missed was Ava always doing her hair. Elenora had fond memories of Ava making her feel like a princess.

“It’s Elenora Crowder, well I guess now Elenora Givens. Bella’s girl.”

“Raylan’s daughter. He mentioned you were here too!” Ava said happily. “At least I know one Crowder doesn’t have me in their crosshairs.”

“One Crowder? What happened?”

Ava flicked her cigarette to the ground and put it out with her foot. “Didn’t your daddy tell you? Raylan shot Boyd in my kitchen last night, days after I shot Bowman dead at the same table. Got tired of him thrown me around.”

Elenora was impressed. Ava had always been so timid and passive from what she remembered. She never would have figured her for the shooting of her husband type. “Good for you, Ava. He might have been blood, but that son of a bitch gets no love from me after what he did. Hearing you put him on the ground warms my heart. Why was my daddy at your house with Boyd?”

“Oh, Boyd gave him some bullshit. You have twenty-four hours to get out of town. Then used my fried chicken invitation to Raylan as a way to try to take him out. Raylan got him first though, not surprised with how tense that air was getting when they started talkin about you. You know, you look a lot like her. Got your daddy’s eyes though.”

“Ava, did you wanna grab a coffee?”

“Rain check? I have a meeting with my lawyer. Here, I’ll give you my number.” Ava stuck her hand out and Elenora obliged by pulling her phone out and placing it in the women’s hands. A few seconds later, Elenora was holding her device once again and looked down to see Ava’s name with a phone number attached. “That’s my cell. Send me a text and we will get together.”

“Sounds good. It’s nice to know that Boyd is dead like his brother.” Elenora spoke as she pocketed her phone.

“Oh, Boyd’s not dead. They hauled him off in an ambulance, pretty sure he’s actually at the hospital just down the road from here, towards the university.”

Elenora looked back at Ava with fake shock in her eyes. “Wow, must have been pretty lucky to survive that. Well, I best be leaving you to your day, Aunt Ava. I’ll send you a message soon to meet up. Maybe I can even get you to work on this mop of mine.” Reaching up, Elenora pulled at her loose locks. A slight mess of frizzy waves, formed by the wind and her lack of proper drying after her run today.

“I’m sure I could help you with that. You did always look so cute with bangs.”

The two then said their goodbyes and moved on their separate ways. With Elenora making her way down the road towards the nearby hospital. When she arrived, Elenora found the reception desk and approached with a smile. “Hi!”

“How can I help you?” The woman, an older lady with greying hair, greeted her.

“My name is Elenora Crowder. There is a Boyd Crowder here, I believe. Gun-shot wound and being detained by the Federal Marshals. I’m Mr. Crowder’s niece, and I was hoping that I could see him for a moment to ask him a few questions.” The woman looked Elenora up and down before typing away at the computer.

“Sorry, Ma’am, but he isn’t allowed any visitors.”

“Please, I will only be a moment. He told me should anything ever happen to him that I was guarantor of his estate. I just need to know where he hid his keys and some paperwork so I can get his affairs in order.”

“Again, I’m sorry, but they aren’t allowing any visitors.”

“Is there anyway you could page his guards? Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens told me I should be able to find him here. He figured it was easiest before they hauled him off to the Federal pen prison.”

The woman seemed as though she would rather be doing anything other than talking with Elenora at this point, and finally, with a roll of her eyes, picked up the phone at her desk. “Yes. Hi, I have an Elenora Crowder, claiming that a Deputy Givens told her she could find your guy here. Something about some paperwork. Yeah, okay, I’ll send her up.”

Elenora watched as the woman hung up the phone and then pointed down the hall to the right. “Go down that hallway, take a left, you’ll see some elevators. Go to floor three and a Deputy will be there waiting for you.”

Following the directions, Elenora walked down the hall and to where the elevator was located. Entering, she hit the button for floor three and waited as the doors shut behind her. When the doors opened, Elenora was greeted by the sight of a man in a grey suit with a Marshal’s badge hanging around his neck.

Stepping off the elevator, Elenora placed a hand out in front of her. “Hi, I’m Elenora Givens.”

“Givens? The nurse said Crowder? Wait...your Raylan’s kid?”

“Yeah, I am Deputy?”

“Dunlop.”

Elenora put on a big smile. “Deputy Dunlop, my father said you’d be able to let me see my Uncle Boyd.”

“Really? So you don’t have papers you need to find or anything.”

Elenora casually put her hands in her jacket pockets. “No, the Nurse downstairs wasn’t going to let me up, so I just made that up. Thought Raylan would have let you know.”

“Well, come on, I can give you two minutes. Transport is going to be here soon for him, anyway.”

“Thanks Dunlop.” Elenora followed the Deputy Marshal through the hall and past a hospital security guard into one of the intensive care rooms.

He looked pitiful laying there. A bloody bandage stuck to his chest, where the gun shot wound and subsequent surgery must have taken place. His dark hair was just as wild as she remembered growing up. Boyd looking pathetic and weak, was not something she remembered about him. His eyes were closed and she could tell by the grimace on his face that he was in a great deal of pain.

“Crowder, you have a visitor.”

“Raylan, is that you?” Boyd asked, his eyes still closed.

“No, it’s Elenora.”

Boyd’s eyes opened slowly, and she could see the slight increase in his heart rate on the monitor next to him. “Nora doll?”

“You do not get to call me that anymore.” Elenora tried to keep her temper in check. “You were going to shoot my father. You were going to leave me parentless, Uncle Boyd. First your family and their drugs took my mother away and then you were going TO SHOOT MY DADDY!” Boyd flinched slightly as her voice rose into a yell.

“Ma’am...” Dunlop began as he reached for Elenora’s arm, but she just rolled her shoulder and pulled her arm from his grasp.

Boyd’s eyes closed once again, and he took a shaky breath in. “I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you, Elenora.”

“Yeah, you so sorry you kidnapped me, too? I was a child, Uncle Boyd!”

“Did you come all this way to remind me of my sins?” His eyes reopened and she could see the glassiness to them from where she stood. Whether his emotions were from the physical or the emotional pain, she did not care. She only cared that at least he felt something.

“No, Uncle Boyd. I’ve been here, the last four years. Living in Lexington. Getting an education so that I wouldn’t turn out like all of you. I even changed my name, so that hopefully I could forget all of you.”

“Elenora, I will spend the rest of my days thinkin’ about what I’ve done to you. Praying that one day you will forgive me. Nearly dying changes a man Elenora, I hope one day you may see me in a different light.”

Elenora folded her arm across her chest. “We will see Uncle Boyd, but it will probably be a cold day in hell before that ever happens.”

“You look a lot like her, you know. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, or you.”

Chapter Eight

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The Daughter - Chapter Ten

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

This chapter contains an explicit sex scene(s)

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Author Master List

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,

I'm so glad everyone is enjoying this story, makes me wish I was actually editing it to give everything more substance lol 🩷

CHAPTER: Ten

Elenora and Tim had fallen into an easy routine. In the bit they had been seeing each other, things seemed relatively easy and quiet until Elenora decided to pick today as the day to bring coffee to the office. Now she was standing, looking down the barrel of Tim’s gun as the man behind her held a shiv to her throat.

“PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!”

It had all happened so fast. She was walking by two security guards and the next thing she knew the inmate they were transporting had her flush up against him.

“Let her go.” Tim spoke calmly as he kept his eyes and gun trained on the man holding Elenora.

“Do as I say or I’ll gut her!” The man yelled again, and Elenora could feel the press of the weapon on her skin. Elenora watched as Raylan and Art emerged from the office, guns drawn and pointing towards her, and her eyes got wide as she watched her father grit his teeth before opening his mouth.

“Don’t...” Elenora whispered as she looked to her father.

The man who grabbed her began to back up and Elenora saw the body of an unconscious guard on the ground. She had not seen him go down, everything had happened so fast. “Who are you? You someone important to one of them?” When Elenora did not answer she felt his hold on her tighten uncomfortably and his warm breath hit the side of her face. “What’s your name.”

“Elenora...Elenora Crowder.” She stuttered out as the man continued to back them up and into the locker room. The man kicked the door partially closed so that he and Elenora were just peaking out.

“So who is it? The old man there, is he your daddy?” The man asked as he pointed her towards Art. “Or what about pretty boy there? Got up pretty fast, had his gun on me faster than I would have thought. You belong to him?” The man questioned, and Elenora was sure he was referring to Tim.

Elenora could see her father take a small step forward so quickly she averted her eyes to Tim. “He’s my fiance. He just became a Deputy. We just moved...”

That seemed to tell the man enough, as he pulled them both into the room and slammed the door shut. Once they were inside the room, she watched through a window as everyone in the office moved to keep both her and the man in their sights, and then he pulled the blind shut.

“I’m gonna need to you to move that locker with me. You think you can do that without trying anything?”

“I just want to go home in one piece. I won’t try anything.” Elenora whispered and then she helped to shimmy the locker in front of the door they had come through, blocking that entrance entirely. They then moved towards another window and closed the blinds there as well. Then they reached the door that led into the conference room and the man leaned himself and Elenora into the doorway ever so slightly. It was then she saw her father standing there with his gun in his hands but pointed to the ground.

“There is still a chance to walk back from the cliff here, Wallace. If you just let the woman go, I’ll make sure to it personally that you don’t see any retribution.” Said Art calmly.

“Don’t blow smoke up my ass. Else I might have to bite into this pretty neck and spit blood back in your face!”

Elenora felt a shudder go through her. She had gotten herself out of a scrape not too long ago, but this, this was different, and her purse with her gun was sitting on the floor next to Rachel’s desk. There was nothing to get her out of this situation except for the lawmen in this office.

“Now, Mr Wallace, I’m just trying to resolve this situation before the tactical team gets here and takes all the credit for bringing you out of there.” Art spoke again in a calm voice.

Wallace’s head pushed forward and got closer to hers, his cheek touching her own. “You the shit? They send you in here to ghost me in case this goes further south?”

“The Chief’s a pretty good shot himself.” Raylan said as he cocked his head to the side where Art was standing with his gun drawn, but also pointed to the ground.

“But you’re better.” Wallace spoke and Elenora watched as Raylan nodded his head.

“Yep.” Raylan said simply.

“I’ll talk to you, cause you don’t bullshit me!”

Elenora tried to focus on her breathing as she listened to the two of them talk. She could see her father talking, and another man, shorter and in a suit. She was not sure who he was, but then she saw Tim out of the corner of her eye. He was hugging the wall and watching her with hard eyes.

“You have to resolve this situation without drawing your weapon. Prove something to this suit?” Wallace asked.

Raylan shrugged his shoulders and holstered his weapon. “You were moving around, dragging this poor woman around. I figure it was a fifty fifty I put you down before you cut her. Besides, the point of this exercise is everybody lives.”

Then Elenora was backed up, and the door slammed shut in front of her. Now it was just her and Wallace. “Mr. Wallace?” Elenora whispered, and she felt him pull back slightly from her, but he did not loosen his grip.

“Mr. Wallace. I like that.” He said with a throaty laugh.

“You know this isn’t gonna end well for one of us, right?”

“I am well aware.” Wallace said simply.

Letting a shaky breath leave her lips, Elenora did her best to keep herself calm. “I’m not gonna try anything. Just so you know.” She turned her head just slightly so she could connect her eyes with his. “At the end of all of this, I want us to both be able to walk from this room.”

“You trying to psychology me? Let me guess, you some kind of doctor?”

“Actually, I’m a teacher. Just graduated. Daddy wouldn’t let me go into law enforcement, so I figured teaching was the next best thing.”

“You about to tell me you're pregnant? That you want nothing more than to have kids with that fiance of yours out there? Try to win my pity?”

Elenora actually let out a laugh. “Fuck no, we both decided we are too selfish and too irresponsible to have children.” She thought back to a prior conversation with Tim. That day, they were in the parking garage.

Wallace then pushed her forward and opened the door to look out into the office. He wrapped his arm around tight once again and soon she was looking at her daddy once again. “You think you can pull this off, get everyone safely out of here? Let this pretty one go home to her fiance?”

The hand next to Raylan’s pistol twitched, and Elenora watched as her father’s eyes connected with her own. Normally, she had a good idea of what was going on in his brain, but right now, she had no clue what he was thinking. “I’m sure my colleague would appreciate that.”

“Yeah? Where is he, anyway?” Wallace asked.

It was then the Elenora saw Tim walk out from Art’s office. His gun was holstered and his hands were at his sides. “I’m right here.”

“You gotta tell me how you land this one? She looks way out of your league.”

Tim smiled. “Your tellin’ me. Don’t know why she said yes.”

“I didn’t see no ring on her finger.” Said Wallace.

Shyly, Tim tipped his chin down. “We’re a little untraditional.”

“Really, how’d you two meet darlin’?”

Thinking back to the night she saw Tim in the bar, the first night they slept together, she smiled. “He arrested me.”

Wallace let out a throaty laugh. “Really?”

“Really.” Said Tim. “Indecent exposure. Got naked and stood in a city fountain as part of some scavenger hunt.”

A smirk rose on his lips and for a second Elenora felt like things were going to be okay, that maybe this would all end well. “I broke out of the handcuffs. Think I impressed him.”

“Well shit, woman, I’m impressed.”

“Think you might let the lady go, then?” Raylan asked. “Perhaps we can make a trade of some kind. Is there something you want?”

“You want a list of my demands? You gonna offer me a chopper, a plane, a suitcase full of money?”

The world came crashing back to Elenora as Wallace’s grip tightened painfully around her and she let out a small squeak. “You want a chopper or a plane?” Raylan asked, his eyes going wide as Elenora saw the edge of the blade come into her vision.

“That’s funny, he’s funny. Had any numb nuts ever fallen for that? I mean, really thought he was gonna walk out of a hostage situation, take off in a seven forty-seven and get a hand job of the stewardess, huh?”

“I suppose you’re right? So you gonna offer to exchange yourself for her? Or you romeo, gonna offer yourself up?”

“Nah, don’t think that would be a very smart idea.” Raylan replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “I was just thinking that I’m so happy that’s not me with that shiv against my neck. How’d you get that in there, anyway?”

“Keister’d it.” Wallace said simply.

It took everything in Elenora not to dry heave at the thought of the man shit on the knife against her skin.

“Keister’d it?” Raylan said and the vague sound of impressed layering his voice.

“Uh-huh.”

“Now I’m really happy not to be the one with it up against my face.”

With that, Elenora felt herself being pulled back into the locker room and the door being shut once again. Walace moved Elenora to the wall and turned her around, pushing her face into the drywall. He held the back of her head to keep her head in place. “I want you to take that shirt of yours off. Nothing funny and I won’t have to hurt you alright.”

Elenora took a shaky breath in to calm her now wildly beating heart. “I won’t try anything.” She then felt the hand on the back of her head pull away. Keeping herself facing the wall, Elenora unbuttoned the blouse she had been wearing and shrugged it from her shoulders. Thank goodness she had an undershirt on. Once it was in her hand, she held it out to the side of her and waited for Wallace to give her more instructions. She did not like the situation she was in, but he was not coming off as someone who was going to rape her.

“Good, now turn around.” Elenora did as she was told and slowly and with no excess movements, turned herself to face Wallace. “Can you tare a strip off, or do you need me too?”

“No, I think I can do it.”

Wallace waved the shiv at her and Elenora took that as her cue to begin. Pulling at one of the seams, Elenora gave a hard tug, followed by another before the fabric gave way. Once she had torn a strip off, she held it out to Wallace, figuring as to what he was going to do next.

“Good girl, now turn around. Drop the rest of the shirt and hands behind your back.”

Doing as she was told, Elenora let go of the remaining shirt and put her face to the wall once again. Slowly, she brought her hands to rest behind her on the small of her back. A few seconds later, she felt Wallace’s hands on hers as he tied her wrists together. “That tactical team is gonna be here soon, so I’m gonna need you to keep doing as you're told, alright. I’d hate to have to cut that pretty throat of yours.”

Once her hands were secure, she saw Wallace bend over and retrieve her discarded shirt. Quickly, he cut a chunk of the fabric off and then he grabbed her shoulder. Wallace spun her around and pushed her back into the wall. “Sorry miss, but that tact team is going to be here soon and they aren’t going to give me a whole lot of options.”

“I understand.” Whispered Elenora.

Wallace stuffed the wad of fabric into her mouth tightly, and once it was secure, he grabbed her once again and held her in front of himself before opening the door once again. “Hey shooter?” He greeted to those in the room, and Elenora watched as the worry filled the eyes of everyone there at the state she was now in. “You got much experience with this sort of thing?”

Raylan took a deep breath in as he obviously tried to calm himself. “Negotiating with a barricaded suspect? Not really.”

“Well, you’re doing a good job so far. You have established a rapport with the subject. But now you got to make a determination. Is the subject emotionally disturbed?” When Raylan did not answer, Elenora felt the grip on her tighten and the shiv at her neck come into view at her peripheral. “Well, you got an opinion on that?”

“You seem pretty stable. Although you did spend all morning with a shiv up your ass.”

“Well, that leads us to the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Is this situation negotiable? Has the subject expressed a desire to live? Has the subject given a list of needs and demands, and are those needs and demands realistic and achievable? See, I’ve done this before, shooter.”

Raylan spread his arms out to his sides. “Tell me what you want, and we’ll find out.”

“Well, we got a big problem. I’m serving four consecutive life sentences, and there is no parole board in their right mind ever gonna let me back on the street.” Wallace said matter-of-factly.

“So, as part of establishing a rapport with the subject, am I supposed to weep with him over all the unsympathetic parole boards who refuse to release him back into society when he clearly poses it not further danger?”

Wallace let out a laugh, and the shiv backed off slightly from Elenora. “To tell you the truth. I wouldn’t put me back on the street, either. I am dangerous. I just want you to know to stop wasting your time. I mean, you ain’t got nothing you can offer me.”

“I understand my problem.” Spoke Raylan slowly. “What do I get for the man who has everything?”

“Well, when you figure that out, shooter. Why don’t you let me know? Until then, I’m gonna stay in here with my new friend.” Wallace made to pull Elenora back in, but Raylan shot his hands out in surrender.

“No, no, listen. Now wait.” It was now that Elenora could see the wheels turning in her father’s head. Maybe now it was the moment that he realized there was perhaps a way out of this, that Wallace really was not just going to kill her on a whim. “Now, again, I haven’t done this as much as you, but I don’t think that’s the way this works, me guessing at the key to your heart. The way this works is you tell me what you want, and I’ll see if I can get it.”

“You done?” Asked Wallace.

Elenora noticed Rachel enter the room and hand a picture to her father. “Who is she?” Raylan held the photo out so that Wallace and Elenora could see it. “Who’s Simone?” When Wallace did not answer, Raylan pulled the photo back. “Mr. Wallace? You want to tell me who she is?”

“What do you know about Simone?”

“Well, nothing. I just looked at some photos of your tattoos.”

“She’s my daughter.”

It was probably for the best that Elenora had been gagged. Right away, she knew this had to be a lie. When she had told Wallace about Tim and her not wanting kids, had he had one he cared about, she was sure he would have said something.

“Well, where is she?”

“I don’t know. With her mother, I guess.”

Raylan was falling for it, hook, line and sinker. “When was the last time you saw her?”

“When she was three. Most beautiful little girl in the world.”

“How old is she now?”

“Fifteen, I guess.”

Now it was just turning into entertainment for Wallace. Elenore was not sure why he would waste his time in this way, but he must have been enjoying it.

“Would you like to see her?”

“Could you do that?” Wallace asked with just a little to much happiness in his voice.

“Well, I...we could try.”

“You could bring her here to me? Well, Marshal, that’d be a miracle.” Elenora noticed the change in her father’s demeanor immediately. The gig was up. “It’d be a real miracle, considering she doesn’t exist. The Simone on my chest, that’s David Simone. He was an enforcer for the wizards MC. I killed him. He was my first. That’s why I hold him dear to my heart. I don’t got no kids. At least none that I know of. Hell, I wouldn’t give a shit even if I did. We got a big problem, shooter. It don’t matter what you offer me.”

Wallace kicked the door shut once again and pinned Elenora’s front to it. “You improve my circumstances. You say you’re gonna get me extra time in the yard, a job in the kitchen.” Wallace shouted through the wood, and the volume made Elenora flinch. “It don’t matter, cause I won’t believe it. I know, just like you know, that I’m headed to Supermax. And I got no reason to believe that the asshole guards at Supermax are any different than the asshole guard’s right here. They enjoy turning men into animals.”

“Don’t you? Don’t you enjoy it?” Asked Raylan from the other side of the door.

“They take away your toilet paper. They don’t let you shower for a week. They feed you juke cakes. You know what juke cake is shooter?”

“Well, I’m guessing it’s unpleasant.”

The blade retracted from view and Elenora closed her eyes for a second as she tried to keep herself calm as Wallace seemed to get more adjusted. “It’s when one of those son of a bitches takes your meal and they dump it in a blender, blend it together, then they bake it in the oven like a casserole, except they burn it black on both sides. Then they feed it to you. I pretend like it’s fried chicken from prince’s hot in Nashville, and I enjoy every finger-lickin’ mouthful.”

“Well, I love fried chicken. Never had any in Nashville. They call it hot ‘cause it’s spicy?”

“Hell, yeah!” Wallace called out. “You take one bite of prince’s and you start sweating like a whore in church.”

“Well, the best fried chicken I ever had was the takeaway at Joe’s stone crab in Miami. Can you believe that?’ A Kentucky boy, I got to go all the way down to Florida just to get my favorite.”

Wallace moved Elenora to the side of the door frame and he cracked the door ever so slightly. “Well, I ain’t never been to Florida, so I, I couldn’t pass judgment, but I will say this. I find it hard to believe you can get any good chicken at a joint with ‘crab’ in its name.”

“That why you’re doing this? Screw with the guys who screw with you?”

“Maybe I just plan on taking one more soul out with me.”

“I think if you wanted to do that, you would have done it already.”

“I got plenty of time. Honestly, I was looking forward to the trip down here. I know how it’s gonna turn out. I mean, I’m under no illusion about that. At least three or four days of nice scenery on the van ride back and forth. Oh, but those two seen that it all turned to shit. Rolled me out of my bunk at three in the morning to feed me cold eggs. Drive me in a van with no goddamn windows. I get here, they put me in a cage, and then they go about tapping on the window like they’re screwing with a monkey at the zoo. Maybe when I gut this one.” Wallace pulled Elenora back in front of himself. “They will get to spend the rest of their lives knowing that her death is on their hands.” Then he shut the door once again.

They stood in the locker room with Wallace’s body holding Elenora against the wall in silence. She couldn’t hear much besides the beat of her own heart as she now started to panic. After what felt like hours, she heard her father’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Did you hear I ordered some chicken?”

“Fried chicken?”

“Well, all that talk about it, you know, got my mouth watering. If you want some, I mean, you can come out of there. I’ll share some with you.”

Once again Wallace opened the door and stuck Elenora in front of himself. “You know a box of chickens not gonna resolve this. But I would have loved to have seen the look on your boss’s face when you told him you were ordering out lunch.”

Elenora was having a hard time focusing on the conversation as she could feel her body starting to panic, and she worked to calm herself. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when suddenly Wallace had opened the door once again and Elenora could see her daddy standing there, with a takeout bag of chicken and a glass of bourbon.

“No one’s trying to play you for a fool here, Wallace. Way this works, you hand me your weapon and these guys are gonna come in. They’re gonna haul you out. They won’t be gentle. Aun’t nothing I can do about that. But you got, what, three days left in your hearings? Every day you come here, I’ll get you a chicken dinner, or whatever, you want something else? You can sit, eat it.” Raylan said before bitting into a piece of chicken.

“We could sit together, shooter talk shit like regular, old human beings.”

“I don’t know if it’s prince’s, but it’s hot. Oh, and looky here.” Said Raylan, as he raised a glass of bourbon to his lips and took a sip. “Ahh, if that, don’t cool it down and heat it up at the same time.” Reaching into the bag, Raylan took out a chicken leg and wrapped a napkin around the bone. “You’re gonna want a napkin. Don’t touch meat with that hand, where it’s been.”

Wallace’s hand reached around Elenora and took the offered piece of chicken. The next thing Elenora heard was Wallace chewing on the bone. “It ain’t prince’s, but it’ll do in a pinch. Don’t suppose I can get a shot of that bourbon?”

“Well, two cups aren’t just for me.” Raylan then handed a cup to Wallace, and Elenora heard him swallow back the liquid greedily. Then she felt the grip on her loosen and then leave her all together. Elenora chanced a quick look behind her and saw Wallace throwing his weapon to the floor. Before she could process what she was doing, she was out of the room, and men in tactical gear were rushing past her.

Elenora rushed forward and felt a pair of arms latch onto her and pull her from the conference room and into Art’s office. The sudden shock of it all caused Elenora to rip herself away from the arms that had held her. She needed to get her bearings; she needed to slow her mind down from the panic that was setting in.

“Hey, it’s me.” A voice pierced through her thoughts, and Elenora’s eyes snapped to find Tim’s. Tim approached her much like he had that night in the parking lot. His hands up, palms facing her. “I’m gonna take that thing out of your mouth, okay?”

Nodding her head, Elenora allowed Tim to pull the gag from her and once it was removed she let out a sob.

“Here.” Whispered Tim as he motioned for her to turn around. She felt the fabric on her wrists loosen and soon she was able to pull her shoulders back into their proper position. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Asked Tim as he looked her over.

“No. No, I’m good. I just need a minute.” Elenora sat herself down on the couch in Art’s office and Tim moved to crouch down in front of her.

“He didn’t cut you? Nick you? Do you need me to get Rachel?”

She knew what the question was implying, and that Tim had not really touched her yet. She could not see through the windows into the other room as the blinds were closed. But she did not need to as her father was stood in the doorway between the two rooms, staring down at her. “No, he didn’t...he didn’t touch me.”

“Can I have a private word with my daughter, please?” Said Raylan.

Elenora looked back at Tim and she noticed that she was able to finally focus. There was a fire in his eyes as he looked at her. It was that look that told her Tim was doing everything in his power to ensure he did not explode in this moment. Standing up, Tim looked down at her for a moment longer and then left the room out the other door.

“Sunshine?” Raylan moved towards her and sat himself down next to her on the couch. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just need to settle myself back down. I think, at one point, I knew he wasn’t going to kill me, but that still is something I would rather not do again.”

“Tell me about it.” Raylan said as he leaned back on the couch and threw an arm across the back of it. “Seeing him, holding that shiv up against your neck. That is not something I want to see ever again.”

“It was in his butt.” Elenora said and then a laugh left her lips.

“It was in his butt.” Raylan repeated, and he to let out a laugh. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Elenora moved herself on the couch, putting her back to the arm and tucking her legs up underneath her. “Yeah. I just, I just need a few minutes before I can attempt to be a functional person again.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Raylan spoke. “I’m proud of you, you know. You kept your cool. You didn’t seem to do anything to anger him, seemed to actually seem remorseful for holding you.”

“Well, my daddy taught me well.”

“And that bit about you being Gutterson’s fiance...” Raylan spoke as he looked down his nose at her. She had wondered how long it would take for him to get to that part of the day. “Why you do that?”

“I needed you to get me out of that, and you weren’t going to be able to do that if Wallace knew that you were my daddy. He assumed I had some relation to someone and when he mentioned Tim, I rolled with it.”

“So that whole thing about him arresting you...” Raylan’s hand waved around in front of him.

“Oh no, he arrested me.” Elenora began and Raylan dropped his hand as his eyes went wide. “That wonderful apartment I have. I needed to cross off being arrested in order to get it, so Tim helped me. Hauled me out in front of my friends. I did use that pin trick you taught me to get out of the cuffs, though. Think I did actually impress him.”

“Why am I just hearing about this now?”

Elenora shrugged her shoulders. “Didn’t seem important. He didn’t actually arrest me, just helped to make it look like I was. So I could get the apartment. We never said anything, scared Art might get upset at Tim for going along with it and for me for doing it in the first place.”

“That why you two seem so friendly?”

“Yeah, I guess. Hit it off after that. He’s a good guy. Think you would really like him if you weren’t breathing down his neck all the time, and you wonder why I don’t wanna introduce you to the guy I’m seeing?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to protect you, sunshine. I find it hard to imagine that someone would ever be good enough for you. Maybe you will finally let me meet him?”

“When I trust that you aren’t going to shoot him.”

Chapter Eleven