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buckysgrace · 8 months ago

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28. In the End

Part 28 of Every Little Thing!

Gator Tillman x Fem!Oc

Gator makes a quick decision and finds out some troubling news.

CW: Violence (shooting), death, mentions of blood, mentions of pregnancy

He didn’t know why he let things bother him so easily.

At this point he shouldn’t care that Munch had gotten away. It was a draw in some sort of way. They weren’t admitting defeat, well, at least he wasn’t. Roy was a different story. He hated that his dad didn’t trust him.

Even more than that, he hated how on edge he felt. He was always looking over his shoulder, sure that it wouldn’t take long before Munch left a warning sign at his door. He didn’t know how to explain that to Daphne, or how to keep her safe. He had nearly asked Roy to send some of his people to his house, before he realized that Daphne would freak out. And then he’d have to come clean.

He returned early after the meeting, still feeling a jittery sensation of anger still coursing through his veins. He’d huffed on his vape until his lips were chapped but it didn’t seem to do much of a difference. He was still pissed.

He listened to the way the snow crunched underneath his boots as he rolled his shoulders around. He tilted his head back and forth, his neck stiff from all of the stress that was lingering against his bones. This case was dragging him down and he hated it.

He entered the house slowly, sighing deeply as he hoped for a better day. He knew that he was stressing Daphne out too. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he feared that he’d scare her away. He didn’t want to lose her again. Not when he’d just gotten her back.

“Hey you,” He mumbled as he bent over to give Birdie a few soft pats on his backside. He mewled in protest before he took off in a flash of fur. Gator shook his head as he kicked off his boots, then removed his coat, “What are you two doing?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he looked at the twins who were rolling around on the living room floor.

It was then that he heard the dry heaving, the sound of rough coughing coming down the hallway. He moved quickly, his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest as he once again feared the worst. The door hadn’t been locked. Munch could have appeared and he would’ve never known.

“Daph?” He asked as he knocked at the door, feeling concerned at the way she kept gagging, “Are you alright?” He felt sick as he waited for the longest time, fearing what sight may greet him as he rattled the door handle.

“Just a minute!” She shouted in response a second later, sounding miserable before he heard her start to dry heave once again. He paused, trying to think of what might help her.

“Are you coming down with something?” He asked her, feeling a little worried as he pressed his ear against the door, listening as she spit once again. He felt guilty, knowing that he had left her on her own for too long. No wonder she was getting sick.

He listened to the sound of the toilet flushing, then of the water running for the longest time. He rattled at the door again, only feeling relieved once she pulled it open. She was scrubbing a spare toothbrush against her teeth. He watched as she bent over to rinse her mouth out, sighing deeply before she stood and held onto the counter.

“I’m fine,” She said as she pulled her hair up over her head, sighing as she rubbed at her lower back, “Just got a little nauseous.” She shook her head, still looking pale and green as she patted at his side. She moved past him, walking faster towards the living room to check on the babies.

“You sure?” He asked her, feeling worried as she wiped the top of her forehead. She nodded, taking a deep breath before she reached for him. He held onto her just as tightly before he brought his palms against her cheeks, trying to determine if she was sick or not.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” She nodded her head softly as she squeezed at his bicep, “I didn’t know you’d be home so soon.” She rested her cheek against his palm, inhaling deeply as he continued to rub his thumb against her clammy skin.

“It’s okay,” He told her quickly, “Why don’t you go lay down for a while?” He asked her seriously, feeling really guilty suddenly. He was sure that she was stressed, even if she didn’t want to admit it. She was doing a lot on her own suddenly. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

“I’m okay, really,” She smiled as he kissed the top of her head, “I’m glad that you’re here.” He hummed in response, letting his lips linger against her skin for a long moment. He missed her too, more than he was sure that she realized. He hated the long hours that he spent away from her.

“Me too,” He said softly as he twisted at the loose strands of hair that fell around her face, “How about we just make a frozen pizza tonight?” He suggested as he pulled away with a smile. He thought that it would be nice just to sit with her for a while. He didn’t know when he’d be whisked away once again.

“I can cook.” She defended herself, wrinkling her eyebrows together as if she was determined to do so. He nodded, knowing she was fully capable of doing so but wanting her to relax as well.

“I think pizza sounds good,” He dismissed her a second later, “I can get it. Seriously, it’s fine.” He grinned as he moved away, popping the freezer door open as he thought about something to lighten the mood. He wondered suddenly if soup would be easier on her stomach. He could warm up a can of that too.

When he turned around, she broke down. She crumpled in front of him, her palms covering her eyes as her shoulders began to shake from her rough tears. He tossed the frozen pizza aside, stunned at her sudden outburst. Usually he could tell when she was close to tears.

“Why are you crying?” He asked her worriedly, trying to move her hands away from her face so he could look at her better, “What’s wrong?” He asked her softly, still prying her hands down as she continued to blubber.

“You’re just working so hard and I’m just struggling to keep the house clean and now I can’t even make you dinner.” She babbled out, hiccuping as her breathing came out in rough spurts. He raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, trying to get her calmed down before she spurred into a panic attack.

“What are you talking about?” He asked her, laughing in disbelief as he tilted her chin up to face him, “You always do a great job. You don’t have to do any of that.” He told her seriously, feeling even worse suddenly. He never wanted to make her feel like she was in that position. He thought that her not working would be best while she was still recovering, perhaps it wasn’t.

“What else am I supposed to do?” She sniffled, “I just don’t know where the time went today.” She held her hands up to her head, the same way she did before she’d start to tell him she was acting dramatic. He didn’t think that at all. He was worried for her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He told her seriously, nodding his head as she continued to let out quick, rapid breaths, “You’re doing a lot. Much more than what you need to. It’s okay.” He pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist as she continued to hiccup.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled into his chest, almost setting him off on his reassurances again before she spoke up, “I’m just emotional and maybe a little stressed. I’m okay.” He kissed the side of her face, observing the way her hands shook as she reached for a tissue.

“Once this is over with,” He started softly, “We’ll take a little vacation, yeah?” He’d been thinking about it for a while, but he was even more determined to do it now. She needed a break. She was drowning in a completely different way than he was. They needed each other.

“You’ve never been out of the midwest.” She laughed as she wiped at her eyes, looking like it was an impulsive thought as she began to brush the tissue against her red nose. He smiled, thinking that the color matched her hair.

“Well, impress me,” He grinned as he rubbed at her cheeks, “Pick somewhere nice.” He told her seriously, knowing that he would go anywhere with her. They deserved this.

“Okay,” She nodded her head softly, “The twins like car rides.” She said a second later, nodding her head like it would be a good idea. He laughed, glancing over at the two babies as they continued to play in their own little bubble.

“They do,” He agreed with her, “It’s all going to be okay.” He promised her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ears as he dragged his eyes to her glossy ones. They were bright, almost as startling as the icy rivers he’d seen before.

“I love you.” She said softly, blinking her eyes as she leaned against him. He hummed in response, his heart hammering to the same beat as hers. He would never feel this way towards anyone else. She was the most important thing to him.

“I love you more.” He told her softly, resting his chin on top of her head as he thought of a way to fix this messy situation. It wasn’t pretty, but he needed to get it done. He couldn’t let them suffer anymore.

Sleep didn’t come to him that night. No matter how intensely he listened to Daphne’s soft breathing, her sleepy lullabies as he held her close to his chest. His cheek fell to the top of her head as he sighed deeply while the guilt ate at him. She was so stressed she was getting sick and it was all his fault.

She had drifted to sleep earlier than usual that night, but he hadn’t complained. She had woken briefly, just to protest about him carrying her up the stairs to which he ignored. She was still light, even if she didn’t believe his words. He had her all tucked in, soft reassurances whispered before he went back down to settle the twins in for bed.

He had held them for far too long, too tightly but in all honesty he was afraid. He kept thinking of how easily Munch had broken into Roy’s house, how he had left a warning without anyone seeing him. He’d killed someone. And they still didn’t have him. Not yet at least.

He gave both of the twins a soft kiss on the cheek, letting himself linger for just another moment as he watched them slumber on. He ensured that the baby monitor was on, then that the windows were locked before he had crept down the hallway.

He tried to forget as he pressed himself up against Daphne, inviting her into his arms as she slept blissfully. He kept playing with her hair, trying to get a better look at her. She had a small dusting of light freckles on her face, but no moles unlike the rest of her body. It was almost fitting, like they were two missing puzzle pieces.

“M’sorry.” He whispered into her hair, knowing that she couldn’t hear him. He accepted her soft sighs as her forgiveness before he untangled himself from her limbs. Then he got to work.

The basement had unofficially become his, a lot of it doing with the various work things that he had hidden down here. He figured that deep down Daphne knew that something was up, but just brushed it aside. He claimed the other things were for hunting, working out. It was a bitter reminder of his old room.

He let his thoughts drown out from the sound of the heavy music playing, flaming his anger and irritation as he held his gun between his legs. He always kept all of his guns locked up, knowing that one day the twins would be old enough to snoop. But things would be different by then.

The gun was new, but not something that he didn’t know how to use. He preferred them like this if he was being honest. Big and bulky. Strong. He liked the way it felt in his hands, how it gave him some sense of power when he felt like he had none. He was a good shot too. A damn good one.

He stopped at the foot of the stairs, peeking up to ensure that he heard no sounds of movement as his fingers lingered at the foot of the stairs. He stared up for a moment, reminding himself that it wasn’t too late to put his gun away and undress. To crawl back into bed and join Daphne. He couldn’t. Not when she wasn’t safe.

It was late, cold as he drove about. He stared at the tracker that was beeping in the seat next to him, narrowing his eyes as he drove through the neighborhood. He couldn’t go too slow, but not too fast either. He needed to seem as natural as possible to keep from alerting anyone. Not that anyone should be awake at this hour anyways.

“Got you fucker.” He mumbled as he leaned over, peering at the silhouette that was rocking back and forth at the top window. The tracker beeped obnoxiously as he pulled to a slow stop, confirming it was Munch before he searched for a place to park.

He moved quietly, tossing his hat aside before he gripped his gun. He found a spot at a safe distance, a tree giving him just enough covering as he eagerly thought about how he was going to make all of this end. He wouldn’t have to stress about the safety of his family anymore. No one would be on edge. Roy would be proud of him. It was perfect.

He adjusted the scope on his gun, before he pulled it up to his eye to get a better look at the man rocking in a mirror. He thought it was a bit peculiar for Munch to be up so late, but then again he was an odd man. Just a man, despite what Roy’s men wanted to whisper about him. Those were fairy tales, told to keep children from getting into trouble.

He aimed it correctly, holding his breath and calculating when Munch’s head fell back with the chair. His finger felt heavy on the trigger, cold and bitter before he pulled it. The sound of glass shattering fell into the night air as he squinted his eyes, confirming the faint look of flesh and blood on the walls. Munch’s head fell backwards, limp. It was over.

He narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward, walking into the frigid air so he could gather the other part of the tracking device. He wouldn’t leave a mess in his trail this time. He would show Roy that he could clean up nicely, make it look like no one had been here.

“Fuck!” He hissed, wincing to himself as he caught his foot on a sheet of ice. He steadied himself, grumbling at how clumsy he was. That’s all he needed was to show up with another bruise or a broken bone. Daphne really would wrap him in bubble wrap then, “No fucking way.”

Gator turned towards the cracked window in disbelief, confirming that Munch was still lying lifeless as he glanced back at the bag of money in the backseat of the car. He had just left it out in the open, for anyone to find. It was too good to be true.

He rattled at the doorknob, confirming that it was locked before he walked around to the other side of the car. Munch was dead and now he’d be able to repay Roy. Everything had fallen into place, almost too perfectly.

He did a cautious glance around, ensuring that he didn’t see anyone before he took the butt of his gun and jerked it through the window. He did a quick motion around the window, ensuring there were no sharp pieces of glass sticking out before he set his gun on the top of the car. Then he squeezed himself inside.

Right when his fingers wrapped around the bag, about to pull it free he felt something hard against his back. He yelped, nearly smacking his head against the roof of the car as he held his arm up to protect himself.

“Thief! Monster!” She shrieked, eyes wide and full of anger as she delivered another blow to the side of his arm. He held his elbow up, groaning as he caught the motion of an orange flying from the corner of his eye.

He grabbed her, trying to push her back and separate the two of them before it escalated much further. But it didn’t seem to matter to her as she continued to scream, her white hair flaring in the wind as she pounded her fists against his arms. Then her feet against his shins.

And then she went flying, falling harshly and landing with a sickening crunch underneath him. Limp, silent as blood pooled out from her skull. He stared for another moment, something bitter forming in his stomach before he quickly turned. He had to get out of here.

He grabbed his gun, the money and tried to calm his senses before he glanced back at her. Still lying there. He’d killed her. Not on purpose. But he was the reason she was dead. And then he fled. His crime scene was no longer neat like he had intended. Fuck.

He drove back in silence, puffing away on his vape until he was positive that he would need something stronger to soothe his nerves. But he knew he couldn’t do that, not when he’d have to face Daphne. But she wouldn’t know and neither would anyone else. He could still pretend that things were alright. Even if he felt sick on the inside.

He hid the gun in the back of his truck, deciding that it would be safer in there than to tug it back inside. He’d return it in the morning, when Daphne was distracted and he could sneak the money in. He’d wait until some time passed before he handed it off to Roy.

His hand shook as he unlocked the door, immediately greeted by a picture of him and Daphne on the wall. She was smiling, her eyes bright and lively as she looked ahead. He vaguely remembered her teasing about him not smiling for the photos, but now he wished he had. He was happiest with her, he hoped she knew that.

“Where were you?” Her voice sent chills up his back, making him jump in a similar way Birdie did when he got frightened. He quickly locked the door, wincing as he turned to look at her.

She was resting in the arm chair, her robe pulled tightly around her waist as the TV buzzed lowly in the background. Her eyes were narrowed, expression filled with anger as she waited for him to speak. Shit.

“I had to check in on something,” He mumbled softly, “About the case.” She looked at him for a long moment, tilting her head as she inspected him. He huffed lowly, knowing that she wasn’t a fool. She knew something was off. It would just be if she brought it up or not. He prayed she didn’t.

“You’re not in your uniform.” She pointed out, sitting forward slowly as she rested her elbows on her knees. She clasped her fingers together, squinting her eyes as she waited for his explanation. He thought of the old woman again, of the way her blood soaked the concrete after. He gulped hard.

“It was a quick check in at the station,” He responded, feeling odd as he took off his boots, “I just had to run some things over.” He kept his eyes pointed down at the floor, knowing he was screwed if he met her eyes. He couldn’t lie to her.

“It’s been four hours.” She told him, her tone shaking in disbelief before she began to cough. He snapped his eyes towards her quickly, suddenly worried again. He wondered if he should take her up to the ER.

“You’re still sick?” He asked in concern as he moved forward. He reached to move her hair out of her face, but she jerked away from him. He frowned, feeling as if he’d been slapped. She was angry with him.

“Something like that,” She said softly, “Where were you?” She asked him, shaking her head as she looked up at him worriedly. Her eyebrows were knitted tightly together, her eyes swimming with different emotions as he watched her.

“I told you,” He said a little stronger, “I had to run some paperwork about the case.” He shrugged his shoulders, wishing he could be a little more brave in his answer. He was fucked. She was going to find out everything that he had done. All of the bad things, the terrible things. She would hate him and she would leave with their kids. He really did feel like a monster suddenly.

“Are you seeing someone?” She demanded harshly, her voice cracking with emotion as she rapidly blinked her eyes. Her question took him by surprise, making him blink in shock as he tried to focus on what she asked. Is that really what she thought? There was no one else but her.

“What?” He asked her, almost laughing again as he shook his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, certain that he heard her wrong. He felt like he was dreaming. She thought that he was cheating on her? It was almost funny. No one even compared to her. He wouldn’t ruin what they had.

“You’re gone all the time,” She said softly, her voice shaking as she spoke, “Are you not happy?” Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked up at him, making his heart clench tightly in his chest. He felt awful. The way he felt towards her was unlike how he’d felt for anyone else.

“No, God no,” He shook his head as he walked towards her, quickly taking her hands in his as he knelt in front of her, “There’s no one else. It’s just work. I promise.” He swore to her, shaking her hands gently as he begged her to look at him once again. He wanted her to know that he was sincere about this. He would never do such a thing. The thought itself made him sick. She’d done so much for him, he’d never dare betray her in such a way.

She nodded her head, not holding eye contact for very long before she turned away. She shifted her hands away, making her robe a little looser around herself as she kept fidgeting with her fingers. He felt a little sick, knowing that she had been more insecure than usual. He didn’t want her to feel worse about herself. He loved her. Every curve and little inch.

“Daphne,” He spoke more sternly, “There’s no one else. There’s just you. I swear to you. This case is just taking up a lot of our time. You mean everything to me.” He took her hands again, peppering his lips across her knuckles. He’d stay on his knees forever and beg if it made any sort of difference. He couldn’t lose her.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re still happy.” She whispered underneath her breath, her blue eyes full of tears as she looked at him gently. He exhaled roughly, wondering where those thoughts even came from. He was so happy.

“Of course I am,” He said, shaking his head as he rubbed her cheek softly, “I have you. I think you were made for me, ya know.” He told her seriously, gripping her cheek tightly before he brought his lips upon hers. He kissed her deeply, hoping that she knew just how much he meant his words.

“You’re silly.” She said a second later, sniffling as she wiped at her eyes again. He brushed his nose against hers, suddenly a lot more terrified of losing her and their kids. He had to stop what he was doing. This was his final straw.

“I’m serious,” He grinned as he looked at her, “No one feels like you. No one makes me feel the way you do. You’re fucking perfect for me.” He told her seriously, wondering if this would be the right time to propose. Something told him that it wasn’t just yet.

“Stop,” She mumbled, looking a little embarrassed as she looked away, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you.” She shook her head, looking a little pained as if she was dumb for suggesting it. He didn’t want her to feel bad. He knew he would’ve been suspicious in her shoes too.

“I should’ve told you,” He corrected her as he pressed a kiss against her bottom lip, “Let’s go back to bed, okay?” He asked her softly, ignoring her protests as he picked her up once again. She squealed softly, holding onto him as she turned towards him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” She warned him, but he quickly shook his head. She was still light. It didn’t bother him. Besides, what good was he if he couldn’t carry his future wife up the stairs?

“Not true,” He grinned as he carried her up the steps, “I’m going to be just fine.”

He woke up before her the next morning, deciding it was more than alright to let her sleep in. She deserved that. He hadn’t slept much anyways. Maybe an hour or two. He kept thinking about the old woman.

Then again, things would be safe now. Munch was gone, but his family was safe. That was what was important. He’d already decided he wouldn’t let himself get so involved in the case with Nadine either. Not when he could get hurt. He needed to be here for his family.

He made the twins breakfast, figuring that eggs were easy enough as well as slivers of toast and mashed bananas. Piper held her nose up the whole time, leaving him to dig for another jar of baby food that she would enjoy. He wasn’t sure where she was getting her picky behavior from.

“Do you want some?” He laughed, watching the way Knox was staring intensely each time he brought the spoon up to Piper’s lips, “Here.” He reached over, topping Piper’s discarded food onto his tray instead. Knox gobbled it up greedily, looking quite proud as he secured his second plate.

“Dada.” Piper cooed, all sweet and kind as her lips curled into Daphne’s same smile. It made his heart ache as he admired her. He felt guilty again, fearing that he may miss some important milestone with the time he’d been gone.

“Yeah?” He replied sweetly in return, watching the way she happily chewed down on her food. He watched the way Knox kept pressing his fingers into the mashed bananas. Piper reached across at the same time, securing a handful of eggs between her fingers, “You’re both messy.” He teased, deciding that they must be full if they were playing.

He went into the bathroom that was near the laundry room, tugging the door open as he pulled a wash rag free. He let the water run for a moment, warming it as he tugged his vape free from his pocket. He cursed as it slipped out of his wet fingers and scattered across the floor.

He huffed in irritation, kneeling to grab it before something caught his attention. He stared at the box before he pulled it out of the empty bag it was resting in. It had been discarded in a rushed manner, not hidden very well at all.

His heart stopped beating for five whole seconds as he looked at the box, then at the little test on the inside. He exhaled deeply, cursing underneath his breath as everything suddenly clicked into place. Why Daphne had been so sick, so stressed and emotional. Fuck.

He walked back out, hearing Daphne’s calm voice as she worked on cleaning Piper’s hands. Knox was already on the floor, draping himself over a giant pot as he scooted his little feet about.

“Hey,” Daphne glanced towards him but quickly looked back to Piper as she picked little pieces of egg out of her hair, “I think her tooth came in last night.” She responded as she looked down at Piper’s mouth, trying to get her lips parted so she could fully see.

“You’re pregnant.” He said simply, holding up the discarded box as he shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that she’d keep it from him. Why would she hide this?

“How did you-,” She paused as she looked at the box, “Oh.” She stared at it for the longest time, looking like she was struggling to come forth with some sort of answer. He tilted his head, not understanding why she’d want to hide it away.

“When did you take this?” He asked her softly, wondering when she would’ve told him. She inhaled deeply as she picked Piper out of the high chair before she set her on the floor.

“Two days ago,” She said softly, “My period was late.” She stood slowly, her eyes holding guilt as she slowly raised her eyes up to face him. He frowned as he thought about it.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asked in disbelief as he tossed the box away in the trash. He moved past her, scrubbing his hands clean as he did his best to calm himself down. He knew why she kept it a secret. He just didn’t want to confront that thought right now.

“You’ve been so busy,” She blubbered out as she wiped at her eyes roughly, “And I didn’t want to bother you anymore when I was such a mess yesterday. And now I’m crying again. I can’t stop crying and it’s so frustrating.” She sniffled as Piper patted at her arm, looking panicked at the way she was crying.

“I’m never too busy to help you,” He told her seriously, feeling guilty as he dried his hands off. He didn’t want to make her cry again, “You’re just feeling overwhelmed.” He told her truthfully as he gripped the towel in his hands. This wasn’t the best time for a baby, but apparently God had other plans.

“I am,” She said gently, “Is this bad?” She sniffled, looking like she was afraid of what his reaction would be. He frowned, feeling like this was just another piece of their dream. He was lucky, so lucky.

“No, no,” He said quickly, though he wished it wasn’t with everything else happening, “It’s fine. It’s great.” He told her a little more enthusiastically, really meaning his words as he pulled her into a tight hug. She melted against him, shivering against his touch.

“The twins aren’t even a year old yet,” She breathed out quickly, her body tense as he rubbed his fingertips between her stiff shoulders, “What are we going to do?” She asked him seriously, sounding worried as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

“We can handle it,” He told her gently, although he was worried about her becoming too overwhelmed, “I’ll be here to help.” He promised her, suddenly afraid that she may work herself too hard and lose another baby. It would be harder this time around, especially if her pregnancy was difficult again.

“I know I’m just-,” She exhaled roughly, “I’m scared.” She didn’t have to say much to let him know that she was worried about the same things. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, determined to take care of her.

“I am too,” He told her honestly, “But we’re prepared for the worst this time. Why don’t we finish watching Golden Girls?” He suggested with a smile, knowing that it always put her in a better mood. He’d put his phone away, forget about what he was supposed to be doing in Roy’s eyes. Daphne needed him.

“What about your case?” She asked pitifully, sounding worried as she quickly shook his head. He wanted to take care of her, to be with her today.

“They can figure it out without me for a day,” He told her gently as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I want to be with you today.” He told her seriously as he admired the freckles along her pale skin.

“I feel bad-,”

“Stop,” He told her, holding onto her gently so she couldn’t focus on the stress, “Don’t feel bad. What do you want for breakfast?” He asked her instead, observing the way her eyes kept drifting away from him.

She watched him for a moment, looking like she wanted to say more but nothing came forth. He leaned forward to kiss the top of her head, feeling her attention slowly drift away once again.

“Daphne,” He said softly, gaining her attention as she looked up at him again, “Do you want a fried egg?” He asked gently, hoping that he could give her some sort of reassurance today.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head as she bent over to pick up Knox who had begun to grab at her pajama pants, “That sounds really good.” She held Knox to her chest, smiling as he began to chew on his fingers once again.

“I’ll get Piper,” He told her gently, “You go sit down and relax.” He told her seriously, only picking Piper up once Daphne was resting on the couch with Knox. He walked over, putting her feet up before he gently sat Piper down next to them. He situated them with toys before he went back to work, determined to make her the best damn fried egg she’d ever had. He was a shit cook, but he was certain it couldn’t be that bad.

“What is the case about?” She asked him softly as she munched on her food, breaking off little pieces to feed Knox. He waited with an open mouth, looking rather happy at the aspect of getting fed even more. Gator shook his head as he wiped some of his drool away.

“Nadine,” He said at last, “Her prints came in the system.” He decided there was no point in hiding it. He didn’t want to be a hypocrite. She had told him her secret, so he’d reveal his. Part of it.

“Oh,” Daphne looked at him surprised, “So, what is the case then?” She shook her head, looking a little stunned before she broke off another piece and fed it to Piper this time around. So much for her having her own sandwich.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he turned his attention towards her more intensely. He thought it was fairly obvious.

“She’s fine, right?” She asked softly, “So why are you looking for her?” She shook her head, looking genuinely confused as he parted his lips, a little dumbfounded.

“She’s married to my dad.” He reminded her, drawing the sentence out slowly. He knew that she remembered Nadine. She had been there after the wedding too. There was no way she had forgotten.

“When she was seventeen,” She pointed out, “I mean, have you ever thought about that?” She questioned him again, raising her eyebrows as she put a fresh spin on it. He had thought about it a lot, but there was nothing to say. Nadine had agreed to marrying him. He was silent for a second, wondering if she knew about their fathers wanting to marry them when they were just teens. He wondered if she would’ve agreed to it.

“What are you saying?” He asked her in confusion, trying to make sense of everything at once. It was suddenly overwhelming. There was a tight grip on his chest, making him feel sick.

“Just that she was young,” She replied slowly, “And she may not want to come back.” She told him gently, like she was the one breaking the news to him. He knew that Nadine didn’t want to come back, but that wasn’t her choice. She had made a promise.

“Why would she not want to come back?” He felt a little bitter as he asked the question. Nadine had run away with no issue, after promising she wouldn’t leave him. She deserved to live here. She belonged here.

“Did he ever look for your mom?” Daphne flipped the question on him completely, making him fall back against the couch in surprise as if he had been punched. He almost felt like he had been.

“I-,” He paused as he heard his phone ringing, “I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, needing a quick breather as he walked towards where his phone was ringing in the kitchen. He paused, feeling a little nervous before he answered it.

“Where are you?” Roy’s voice was rough and stern, irritated as he waited for Gator to answer. Gator chewed on his bottom lip.

“Uh, yeah about that-,” Gator started slowly as he glanced over his shoulder at where Daphne was resting with the napping babies, “Today is my day off. I don’t think I can come in.” He replied under his breath, watching as Daphne gave the rest of her sandwich to the twins.

“I got her.” Gator’s eyes flew open at Roy’s words. He parted his lips in shock, almost sure that he had heard his father wrong. There was no way. How had he done it so easily? He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked, trying to keep his voice low, “How?” He mumbled, suddenly not sure of what Daphne would think of this whole ordeal. He’d have to keep it a secret for right now, just to protect her.

“At the hospital, she had an accident,” Roy replied, his voice stern and low, “Get here with backup. Now.” He stared at his little family resting on the couch, watching as Daphne smiled and repeated something sweet to the both of them. Knox’s smile grew first as he bursted into giggles, following behind PIper who fell towards Daphne’s chest.

“Yeah, about that,” He paused softly, “I’ll try and make it up there soon, alright? I’ve got some-, dad?” He stopped, pulling his phone away in disbelief as he realized Roy had hung up on him. He shook his head, feeling worried.

“Everything okay?” Daphne asked him once he returned, wrinkling her eyebrows as he joined her on the couch again. He nodded his head, knowing it would be too difficult to bring up his issues at the moment. It wasn’t important. They were.

“Yeah,” He replied gently, “Everything is fine.”

#gator tillman #Gator Tillman x oc #Dad!Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman series #Gator Tillman x original character #Gator Tillman x fem!oc #Gator Tillman x female original character #Gator x Daphne #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman fluff #Gator Tillman angst #Every Little Thing #Gator Tillman fic #Gator Tillman fanfiction

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cupidssorbet · 2 years ago

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Day one: Thigh fucking.

Pairing: Swiss x Reader.

Summary: You and Swiss want to try something..New.

★ Please read: ★ This prompt contains smut! If you contain to read it is at your own volition! Love daphne.

When Swiss had told you to meet him down in the ghouls quarters after hours to say you were nervous would be an understatement. You hadn’t the slightest clue what he could want from you. Swiss was..many things. And confusing at times was one of them.

So even as you trekked down quietly into the dark hallways looking around cautiously throughout your little trip. Then you heard some boot steps behind you, you jumped spinning around riding your light to see where it’d come from. As your back was turned you felt someone’s breath on the back of your neck making all your hair stand on end.

“Took you long enough,” Swiss’s voice said from behind you making you audibly sigh with relief from the experience. “Sweet Satan Swiss, you fucking scared me.” You whispered turning around. He only laughed at your reaction.

You lightly hit his shoulder out of anger huffing “Okay okay sorry birdie, come on.” He motioned with his head and you followed him inside. “So why have you even asked me to come down here? Hm?” He hummed a bit at your response checking around before leading you to his own room.

When he shut and locked the door behind you, you were even more baffled you didn’t feel entirely frightened just perplexed then you felt his hands snake around your waist. “Swiss- you haven’t even answered me!” You said in a hushed whispered.

“Would you..be willing to try something new with me Mm?” He said in a lowered tone, you gulped a bit and as he removed your habit and his lips attached to your neck and collarbone you felt weak in the knees. “I-I suppose, what would you like to try?”

You could feel the smile on your collarbone as he lifted up from his place. “Do you know what thigh-fucking is?” His hands continued to roam your body as your head leaned back. You scoured your mind for where you had learned that term then it hit you. Those porno’s some of the ghouls would talk about.

“Only somewhat..Care to elaborate more?” You said in a breathless way, he stood upright a bit more. “Instead of fucking you directly, I fuck your amazing thighs.” As if on cue his hands attached to your thighs, you thought for a moment but ultimately decided to try it.

“Alright, let’s do it.” You said looking directly up at him through your lashes, he led you to the bed and you two stripped rather fast maybe it was just the pure excitement from it had your mind and heart racing.

He had you lay face first into the pillows on the bed ass and legs raised enough for him to be able to reach your thighs. “Again, you sure your okay with this?” You nodded and clicked his tongue, “Words.” You sighed a bit “Yes Swiss, go on.” You motioned to your thighs as your curled your arm back under the pillow.

He exhaled heavily, “Gladly,” he stroked himself a bit then put his cock between your thighs moving at slow pace at first. You could hear his little groans then whimpers he’d do when he felt his head nudge against something.

Then after a few minutes he’d pick up the pace, the skin slapping getting a bit louder. You were relishing in his little whimpers and whines from the feeling of your thighs. He went faster then slowed down this went on for a few more minutes.

Then suddenly he flipped your onto you back causing you let out a surprised squeal. He then put his dick back in-between your thighs and started up again groaning and whining. “I’m so..so close.” His tone was breathless and wavered slightly.

You smiled coyly, “Do it loverboy, cum on my stomach,” he let out a vocal moan and he spurted cum onto your stomach, panting and breathless before he pulled out and reached to grab something to clean you up.

When he’d finished cleaning your stomach and any other place it reached and had you lay back. He parted your legs planting kisses on your thighs. You gasped a bit about to protest. “Heyy..Relax. I want to return the favor.”

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost smut #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #swiss ghoul

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intomusings · 3 years ago

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﹒﹒ female names masterlist !

in honor of my second milestone on here , i’ve decided to release a master list of 400+ female names i personally love and think could be used more in the community . this was also requested by a few anons and names will be added to the list frequently . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter category . if you found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to spread this !

A : aurianna, addison, alannah, allegra, alina, alma, andra, avril, abella, arizona, annalise, amelia, aspen, alejandra, ayla, ales, alessia, anessa, asia, aline, adrienne, avery, armani, adaline, arden.

B : blaire, brooke, brooklyn, bruna, bettina, bianca, becca, bella, bonnie, brielle, blake, bodhi, beverly, bambi, bronte, billie, briar, bria, birdie, brighton.

C : catalina, cerise, celeste, celene, carson, camila, cecilia, callista, cadence, cassie, carmen, cali, charlie, camryn, camille, clara, claudete, chantel, chachi, capri, cove, chanel.

D : diana, devi, dylan, daphne, dani, delphine, dahlia, delia, darcy, dawn, davina, dove, daisy, delaney, dua, darya, delilah, dixie, dior, dulce, dina, dayana.

E : ember, eloisa, eleonora, emara, elena, esme, emery, emmeline, elsa, eva, evie, emmy, estelle, esther, evelyn, erin, eliana, everly, emerson, elle, ezra, eiza, eden.

F : florence, franny, fiorella, faith, fiona, faye, farrah, freya, fern, flor, frankie.

G : giulia, giulianna, georgia, ginny, grecia, giselle, genevieve, gabbie, grace, genie, gaia, giada, gemma, geles, genele, gia, gwendolyn, geneva, gracen.

H : hazel, holland, helena, harlow, haven, hera, haley, houda, heidi, hana, harley, honey, hera.

I : isobel, ivana, irma, irina, isadora, imogen, isla, ivy, inessa, ibiza, irelynn, iliana, ilana, indya.

J : juliet, jayden, jordyn, jelena, jodie, jennie, jade, jesy, josie, june, jada, jemmye, jacey, janelle, juniper, jayla, jaliah, jewel, jane, johanna, jolie.

K : kendall, kensington, kennedy, katya, karlie, katerina, kailani, koral, kai, kaia, karma, kinsley, kylie, karina, korinna, karla, kemi, kate, kerigan, kali, kiyomi, kouvr.

L : lourdes, leandra, london, lucia, luisa, logan, lena, leonora, larissa, lydia, lorelai, lylah, lettie, lottie, lalisa, luna, lara, lia, lorena, livia, layla, leighton, lyra, lola, lainey, laurel, luella, lumi.

M : maricela, mariana, maeve, mabel, mila, marbella, maia, melody, mimi, monet, malauna, mira, mallory, millie, marla, mia, marvela, marni, madelaine, maleia, magnolia, maren.

N : nilsa, nutsa, nini, naomi, noa, nevlyn, nathaly, nicolette, nadira, nicola, nova, nany, nala, niaye, nyla, noelle, nathalie,

O : olympia, orianthi, octavia, opal, oriana, ophelia, orion, oakley, odessa, odette, odelia.

P : paola, paris, peyton, phebe, priyanka, paislee, paloma, pandora, parvati, piper, perla, pearl, pia, priya, pilar, paxon.

Q : quinn, quintessa.

R : rowan, rylie, rosalie, roslyn, raquel, rose, reign, renata, raegan, reyna, ryann, raya, rhiannon, ria, rue, rhodes.

S : serena, serafina, sawyer, sylvie, sol, samira, sloane, silver, sutton, stella, saanvi, sab, seren, seven, sophia, star, skye, sabina, saskia, summer, stormy, salena, sage, sonny, solange, sahar, sumaya, shelby.

T : tatum, tayler, tara, torre, tia, thea, tyra, truly, thalia, taryn, tampson, tayli, talya, teala, tala.

U : uma.

V : valencia, violetta, venus, verity, vanessa, venecia, vinnie, vida, vivienne, valentina, velora, vera, venice.

W : willow, winona, willa, wanda, witney, westlyn, windsor, wilhelmina, wren.

X : ximena, xiomara, xashary, xena, xyla.

Y : yovanna, yves, yara, yvette, yasmin, yesenia, yensi.

Z : zara, zion, zoe, zahara, zharia, zella, zendaya, zakiyah.

#female name masterlist #rpc #rpt #rph #name masterlist #name help #m:masterlist

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look-at-the-soul · 3 years ago

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This isn’t goodbye

Tommy Shelby x Greta x Lizzie x Grace x Mum x Grandma Birdie

Summary: Babba is an elderly gypsy who lost her vision a long time ago, but now she can ‘see’ through her hands. It’s a gift that allows her to know your deepest secrets. Tommy asks for her help because he can’t sleep, the Grace hallucinations are becoming too much, but instead he will find out something he didn’t know about his first love, Greta.

✨It starts with a scene between Lizzie & Tommy, then switch to the story…

A/N: It took me a while to finish this one shot, I started it in November but finally, thanks to a fan art I saw, that inspired me, I found the perfect way to end this story ♥️ I hope you like it.

It’s related to S4 E2. That’s where the story start, right after Tommy is talking to Lizzie in his office about how to get Finn a “nice girl”.

But let me explain something important so you won’t get confused, this story is a mix of ‘present time’, visions from the past and flashbacks, so I will mark the start and the end for each; (End of Flashback) (Vision), etc… nevertheless, if this confuses you, don’t hesitate to ask and I will explain 😉

Don’t forget to tell me what you think!

Old memories kept coming back at him as he stared at the canal.

Bored, Lizzie looked at the place, it was humid, there was nothing to do there. “Are we expecting somebody?” Her eyes moving around, trying to find something, anything. Tommy had been quiet. “Tommy, I’m fucking freezing here.”

“We used to come here.” His gaze fixed somewhere in front of him. “She’d wait for hours for me, when I couldn’t make it. And I’d wait for her when her family kept her in.”

“Who?”

A subtle shook of his head, her name at the tip of his tongue. “Some girl.” He replied instead. “Some girl before France.” Finally, Tommy turned around to find Lizzie seating on top of some hay bales. Throwing his cigarette to the ground, he walked in her direction. “I’ve not been back here since.” Parting her legs to step between them, he started caressing her arms. “Wanted to come here with you.” His hands on her face as he leaned down to kiss Lizzie.

Just one kiss and he pulled away.

Lizzie didn’t expect it, confused, she asked: “Are you kissing her or me?”

It was just a second, just a fraction of time while he closed his eyes, that he was able to see her.

Greta.

Right there, in front of him… still the nineteen-year-old girl he had fallen in love with.

Flashback (1915)

Tommy kissed her before pulling out.

“I don’t want to keep hiding” he said while she was fixing her clothes. “Let me talk to your parents. I want to do the right thing.”

“Tom” nobody called him like that, just Greta. Approached him, gently brought her palm to his cheek. “My father will kill you.”

Tommy smiled widely. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Leaning forward to give her a kiss. Then another, and another one until she ended smiling against his lips.

“Need to get back before they realize I’m gone.” Bringing her arms around Tommy, she let out a loud sigh.

The thought of Greta lying to her parents amused him. “Where are you supposed to be?”

“Reading to my aunt Daphne, she can’t see anymore.” She stole his flat cap, to put it on her own head.

A fake expression of shock appeared on his face, as his fingertips started caressing her chin. “You left your poor aunt for me?”

“I want us to spend as much time as possible together before you go.” Greta didn’t want to talk about France, they had an agreement about it, and the last thing she wanted was to make him upset. “I will see you tomorrow Tom, same time. If I can’t make it, just wait for me.” Her finger pointing to their spot in front of the canal. Their secret place, under the bridge.

“I will be here, like I always do.” Solemnly, Tommy placed his right hand over his heart.

“I have something for you. Close your eyes.” When she saw him hesitate, she stole him a quick kiss. “Go on.”

“Closed.”

“No cheating?” she got small envelope she had made and sew out of a scrap of fabric her sister gave her.

“Cross my heart.” A small smirk forming on his lips. He felt her touching his hand, turning it around so his palm was upside.

“You can see now.” Opening his eyes, Tommy found a rectangle of fabric on his hand. Greta unfolded it to show him that inside was a picture. “Whenever you miss me, you can see our picture.”

Feeling his chest expand with all the love he felt for her, Tommy held her face in his hands, a genuine smile on his lips, the same smile on hers as they kissed. He loved her innocence, her big dreams, the way she tried to make the world a better place. Out of the blue her small house was full with four cousins, her aunt and uncle had passed away and the government would have taken the kids to an orphanage if it wasn’t for her parents who welcomed them with open arms. She wanted to help other kids in a similar situation.

“Promise me you will write, whenever you can.” Tommy demanded. “Then we will get married, yeah? Will you wait for me?”

His voice broke a little. He hadn’t left yet, and he was already making promises.

“Always.” She managed to give him a half smile.

(End of flashback)

That was the last time Tommy saw Greta for months, until her death.

“You.” He lied to Lizzie.

***

Tommy knocked on the door and waited until it someone opened it.

He didn`t know if this would help or the woman would just tell him lies, but he was on the edge and it wouldn`t hurt to give it a try.

The old lady was blind, some people said it was a curse, some others assured her vision transmuted, allowing her to see you through her hands.

She couldn’t see the world around her, at least not the same way as we all know it. But she was able to see your heart and your deepest desires. Once she puts her hands over your heart, it is almost as if she connects to your soul and you just can`t help it but give her those secrets that you wouldn`t dare to say out loud.

Tommy waited in the room until the woman entered with someone else for assistance, her eyelids were closed. She invited him to take a seat with her crooked fingers.

“Your soul is restless” she stated. “You’re looking for peace at the wrong place” the old lady said without touching him, or asking for his name. “You are a generous man.” She added gently.

Tommy leaned back in the chair. “I can’t sleep” he admitted.

“A woman is keeping you up”

“I dream of my late wife constantly, day and night… I see her.” What was the point on denying the truth? But he was afraid maybe he wasn’t letting Grace rest. “She passed away a few mon-

“No” the woman interrupted him. “It’s not your wife who is keeping you awake.”

“I see her daily” he repeated in case she didn’t listen.

“I heard you.”

Clearing his throat, he asked: “Who is it then?” Tommy dragged his eyes from the window to look at her.

“You know who she is”

“Right, I won’t take this bull” banging on the table, Tommy got up. The woman didn’t even flinch by his sharpness.

“I have to ask you to watch your manners”.

“Listen to me, I loved my wife, haven’t been thinking of any other woman” he felt the need to let that clear.

“She is still sorry she betrayed you, but your wife is not the woman on the back of your mind.”

A shiver ran through his body. There was no way this woman knew about that.

“Fine, I’m not on the mood to solve riddles” Tommy lost his last ounce of patience and he was about to leave when the woman spoke again.

“She needs you.” the woman said “That’s why you can’t sleep. You were the last person with her.”

¿Polly? ¿Ada? ¿Lizzie? ¿Esme?

Tommy made a mental list of the women in his life.

“No.” She said reading his mind.

Tommy looked at her startled. She held one of her arms in the air for him to get close again. Like a magnet he couldn’t fight, Tommy found himself approaching her. In a gentle motion, Babba covered his eyelids with her fingertips.

“It’s someone who never left you alone during the war. Her spirit protected you. Your love transcended, she left something of herself for you.”

Greta.

Her father heard of their secret romance and as soon as Greta entered her house, she was welcomed by her father ready to beat her for sneaking around with that Gypsy trash as he called him.

He waited days for her at the canal, but she never showed up again.

He tried to reach her, but it was impossible. Until one day, Greta’s sister, Kitty Jurossi found him to deliver the worst news… Greta was really sick and had been asking to see him to say good bye. Kitty mentioned it was consumption.

“That’s not the truth” the old lady pointed now touching his heart, making him jump since he was lost in thoughts.

Tommy closed his eyes and swallowed.

“She died after giving birth to your kid.” He heard her whisper.

That couldn’t be possible. “I was there, I saw her die.”

For the first time, the Babba decided she would allow him to see what really happened. One of her gifts, he needed this to clear his heart. Her hands found their way to touch his forehead so she could share her visions from that moment.

(Vision)

Like a picture in front of him, he stared at his surroundings, it was a room he couldn’t recognize, but the faces were familiar. A heavy breathing came into his ears, a woman in front of him moved from the bead and finally he was able to see her… Greta, she had passed out after letting out a cry that filed the room. “Something is wrong” someone voiced while the other women moved around, apparently none of them could see him.

He tried to move, but he couldn’t. Tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Hold the baby close to her.” Kitty asked to her oldest sister. “Can you feed her?” Anne nodded.

“Do you think dad will give the baby away like he threatened?”

His baby, he thought.

“Would you shut up Anne?” Their mother hissed, she could feel Greta was in a bad state, but her husband would never allow a Doctor. No, ¿How would anyone know what his little girl did? Sleeping with a gypsy, getting pregnant. He hadn’t talken to Greta even when they were in the same room since he learned she was expecting Tommy’s child.

The worst dishonor of his life, he said.

“Can’t believe she never showed the bump. Where did she hide the baby?”

“I still think Tommy should know, but I know dad won’t let it happen.” They kept cleaning Greta.

“Please don’t make this any worse Anne. We will stick to your fathers’ orders; tell Tommy she’s out, Kitty will keep the baby as hers, since her husband recent passing nobody will question if she was expecting.”

Tommy gasped. All of this time…

“And all of that to keep my little sister’s reputation intact.” Anne rolled her eyes.

“She’s warm Mum.” Worry in Kitty’s voice was evident.

(End of vision)

They all lied to him, they let Greta die.

And they kept his child away from him.

Tommy felt sick suddenly at the thought.

***

(D*)

“Grace?” He couldn’t see anything around, he had been walking around for what it seemed like an eternity. “Grace?” He asked one more time.

It’s been a while since the last time he saw her, maybe he would be able to see her again.

Or… Was he ready to let her go?

But this wasn’t a hallucination, no, as the blurry vision around him dissipated, he saw himself sleeping in his bed, the house was quiet.

Without fully understanding what was happening, he was pulled from his bedroom and found himself in an open field.

The day was beautiful, sunny and the clouds in the sky seemed like made by a brushstroke.

The sound of water running soothed his worries away. This was the calmest he had ever been, the fresh air cleaning his lungs.

As he kept walking next to the river, he found the most beautiful white horse he had ever seen.

The animal as if sensing his presence, turned around to see him. Almost… almost as if it was soul recognition.

Something not a single word in the books could describe.

He approached the horse to caress the animal.

The horse bowed its head and Tommy approached. The most natural thing was riding the animal.

“Do you have any idea what it’s going on?” Tommy asked.

He had had dreams of black cats, and hallucinations about Grace and the German soldiers behind the wall.

But he had never dreamed of white horses.

“Mom?”

Was this even possible?

When she passed away, he wasn’t able to say goodbye, to tell her one more time he loved her, to hug her tighter.

Of course, the horse wouldn’t answer his questions, but even without an answer, Tommy just had a feeling of peace, calmness, he was safe here.

Closing his eyes, he decided if he could trust someone, it was this horse. That’s why he chose to not ask any more questions and just enjoy the ride and the way he felt.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, the three times he checked his pocket watch it had stopped working. As if he was stuck in time.

But no long after, he found a familiar place in front of him.

The canal and bridge where he used to see Greta in secret.

Getting off the horse, on the other side of the canal he could see three female figures, their features slowly showing up.

“Grandma… Mom… Grace.”

Grace was holding something covered in her arms.

Blinking a couple of times, he couldn’t believe what he was watching. “John?” He was there too, a step behind the women, as if watching over them. He was holding a toothpick in his mouth, John nodded in his direction. He had a three-piece suit and flat cap in perfect white color.

His grandma, Birdie smiled at him. She was wearing an immaculate white Romani dress, she also had a white headscarf.

Then his eyes went to his mother, her dark hair around her shoulders, she was wearing a dark grey skirt and blouse.

“I love you Tommy… please forgive me.”

“Mom…” he felt a tight lump in his throat. After uncle Charlie told him what really happened, he silently asked her why she drowned herself, he needed her in his life, he felt like he failed her when he wasn’t able to save her.

“I need you to forgive me, my sunshine.” That was the nickname for him, said he brightened her day. Her blue eyes sparkled at him.

He nodded, unable to say the words out loud. They were stuck, at the tip of his tongue, but struggling to slip from his lips. He looked at the white horse, who’s eyes were on him, after some time that seemed like an eternity, he looked back at her. “I forgive you, Mum.”

“I love you so much my sunshine.”

I love you too Mum. He thought.

Then he saw how the grey color in her clothes began to turn lighter, until it was completely white. Perfectly white, it even lighted her features.

She looked radiant, exuding peace, love and joy, just like she used to do when she was alive.

Finally, his eyes went to Grace. She was wearing the same dress from the Shelby Foundation Fundraising Dinner, also in color white, she had her hair pin, he couldn’t see the sapphire around her neck anymore.

“It wasn’t your fault, Tommy. I will always love you.” She then moved the blanket from the bundle she was holding in her arms, to show him a beautiful baby.

His baby.

She was pregnant when she died, no one knew.

He couldn’t stop the tears now, sobbed loudly.

“Tommy.” It was Greta’s voice behind his back.

Turning to the side, there she was, also dressed in white with her favorite hat on, it had a ribbon with flowers.

“I have to go Tommy. You need to find our daughter, she has your eyes.”

“Wait.”

“Take good care of my little girl.”

“Greta, wait!”

But she was already on the other side of the canal. The white horse was there as well.

They all smiled at him and waved to say goodbye from the other side of the canal.

As the most important woman in his life turned around and started to walk away together, he needed answers, needed more time with them… he needed to hold them one last time.

Tommy tried to cross the canal, but there was no way.

Feeling desperate to watch them go, he needed to try to reach them.

Tell them one more time he loved them.

“Come back!”

He would have to jump.

“Don’t go please.”

His eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t leave me yet.”

He finally jumped, ready to get wet to go after them.

But instead of falling, the sensation of jump into the void woke him up, he was laying on his bed, back in reality. It had been a dream.

He needed to find his daughter. Greta had asked him to take care of her.

But for once in his life, he felt calm, knowing they were together, they were alright. They were in their own way, watching over him.

And he was able to say good bye.

For now.

***

(D)* ~This is where the dream starts, but I didn’t want to give away it was a dream.

Inspiration and massive thank you for the fan art to: @sybilmarlowe maybe you don’t know this, but thanks to your art I was able to finish this story 🤍 you are really talented!

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booasaur · 2 years ago

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The Company You Keep (2023) - 1x02

#tcykedit #the company you keep abc #daphne finch #birdie nicoletti #felisha terrell #sarah wayne callies #the company you keep 1x02 #birdie x daphne #femslash related stuff #but subtext #lol if you see just this gifset you'd think this was a charming little parallel #instead of birdie deciding to make peace with the crime boss threatening her family #but...there did seem to be some understanding between them at the end #this is surely not going to Go There but in the meantime I will ship them #I just want some fun older women will they/won't they #is that so much to ask #also felisha terrell...that second gif #whew #and I've always liked sarah wayne callies in principle #since I hate the way fans treated her in TWD #the show as a whole is quite charming and fun and goes down easy #which considering it's all mostly about a m/f romance is high praise

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multifandomfix · 3 years ago

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Who I Write For

Abbott Elementary: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti

Absolutely Fabulous: Claudia Bing, Edina Monsoon, Lulu, Patsy Stone // Eddy x Patsy x Reader

Alice In Wonderland (2010): Iracebeth, Tarrant Hightopp

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Call The Midwife: Chummy Noakes, Jane Sutton, Patrick Turner, Patsy Mount, Shelagh Turner, Sister Hilda, Trixie Franklin, Valerie Dyer, Violet Buckle

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Death Becomes Her: Helen Sharp, Lisle Von Rhuman, Madeline Ashton // Helen x Madeline x Reader

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Enola Holmes: Eudoria Holmes, Miss Harrison, Sherlock Holmes

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Green Wing: Caroline Todd, Guy Secretan, Harriet Schulenburg, Joanna Clore, Mac Macartney, Sue White // Joanna x Sue x Reader

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His Dark Materials: Lee Scoresby, Maggie Costa, Marisa Coulter, Mary Malone

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I Dream Of Jeannie: Amanda Bellows, Evil!Jeannie, Jeannie, Roger Healey

Insatiable: Bob Armstrong, Coralee Armstrong, Regina Sinclair // Bob x Coralee x Reader

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Last Tango In Halifax: Caroline Dawson, Gillian Greenwood, Judith Tyzack // Caroline x Gillian x Judith x Reader

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Can I give you a lot of work and ask you to answer all the questions in the otp question meme for Griffin x Faragonda, please? (I like them too much, and there's a lack of content about them...)

I love them, too, and I totally get the disappointment of having so little content about them. I feel it myself.

These are all set after season 1 in what is decidedly not an AU but canon keeps refusing to confirm.

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Faragonda has always been more touchy-feely but Griffin is completely on board with it. They’ve been apart long enough. She can more than use all of the clinginess.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

They switch but Faragonda is the big spoon more often. She loves giving Griffin all the affection. And Griffin melts in her arms.

3. Most common argument?

Where the line lies for witch pranks at official events. They really do not share the same view on that and the dissonance arises quite often. Not their most heated argument by a far cry but certainly the most common one.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Having a tea party and just getting to talk to each other while they’re relaxing. It is the best stress relief to just sit together and chat about anything and everything.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Faragonda. She totally sees it as yet another opportunity to be affectionate. Griffin is more surprised than Faragonda thought she’d be and she also seems more touched. That might have made Faragonda repeat it. Griffin is starting to feel spoiled.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Griffin’s is Faragonda’s eyes. She loves the contrast of their dark color that reminds a lot of a cloudy sky and how soothing they are to her. Just a look in Faragonda’s eyes lets her know that she’s home.

Faragonda loves all of Griffin but she especially loves running her fingers through Griffin’s hair. Or brushing it. Or braiding it. It’s super soft and just the lightest touch can send Griffin shivering which is Faragonda’s favorite part. She loves how responsive Griffin is to touches of her hair.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Griffin starts getting jealous which is definitely new at least in a romantic context. She’s seen Faragonda date before and even encouraged it but now it is unbearable to even think about it.

Faragonda is more subtle about it. It’s her body language that changes - lingering gazes and touches. Maybe a couple remarks that are more suggestive. She’s careful not to push them back into not talking to each other, though.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

They don’t have nicknames for the other. They might just love saying the other’s name too much for that.

9. Who worries the most?

Both of them worry enough about each other’s well-being and the general state of things with the world at large - considering what they’ve lived to see - but Griffin actually worries a little more. Since she was the one who sort of initiated the rifts between them the previous times, she is worried about what might happen next and whether she won’t be stupid enough to let them get torn apart again. Faragonda has to reassure her that they will be fine and they will come out of anything together just like they always have.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Faragonda. She thinks it’s the least she can do when she drags Griffin out to a restaurant when Griffin would prefer to stay home even if she will be the one to cook in that case. Griffin also remembers what Faragonda orders, however, and then makes it for her at home.

11. Who tops?

They switch but Faragonda tops more often. Griffin totally loves leaving her in charge, especially since Faragonda makes her feel like the most loved person in the world.

12. Who initiates kisses?

Griffin does. Faragonda is not shy at all, especially with Griffin but she actually likes it when Griffin initiates the kiss and directs it.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Faragonda. Again, she is more about touching but once they’re holding hands, Griffin won’t let go of her.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Griffin. She kisses like there’s no tomorrow and leaves Faragonda totally breathless but she’s not complaining.

15. Who wakes up first?

Griffin does most of the time. It is hard even for Faragonda to beat her to it when Griffin seems to have endless energy even if Faragonda is the one with the sunshine personality. Griffin claims that is exactly why Faragonda needs more time to recharge - she is spreading too much of her positivity around and it uses up her energy.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Both of them. They have actually been late for work because they didn’t want to leave the bed and each other’s company.

17. Who says I love you first?

Griffin. Faragonda actually wants to take things at Griffin’s pace and not rush them into something they’re not ready for that could tear them apart.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Faragonda does. Griffin is a little surprised by how Faragonda managed to sneak them in there without her noticing since she was the one who prepared the food. She knows the fairy has her ways, though, especially since Griffin is often distracted by her presence. And it makes her day so who is she to complain, really?

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

They don’t really say anything but Griselda figures it out a couple months before Ediltrude and Zarathustra do. Saladin, on the other hands, only learns from the twins a long way down the line and is pretty salty that they didn’t tell him sooner.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

They are all ecstatic that it is finally happening because they all know how much Griffin and Faragonda have always meant to each other and how much not speaking had affected them. Seeing them finally taking the chance and making each other happy makes their friends happy, too.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Faragonda totally drags Griffin into dancing whenever she feels like it. Griffin only complains about it a little. Just for the sake of it. She actually loves slow dancing with Faragonda but she has to be dramatic. It’s good for the soul.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Griffin is the better cook and she cooks almost always unless she is dead tired in which case Faragonda might take the risk and try her hand at making dinner. She isn’t actually that bad at cooking but she feels her meals can never live up to Griffin’s even if Griffin claims they’re really good.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Griffin. Faragonda has expressed profound shock over her never ending arsenal of those but Griffin keeps delivering.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Griffin, most of the time. She is a witch; she has a reputation to uphold. And it is pretty fun (and hot) to see Faragonda get flustered. Except, Faragonda retaliates sometimes and it is Griffin that ends up flustered. But she has to face the consequences for her actions and Faragonda makes up for it anyway. ;)

25. Who needs more assurance?

Griffin. She has some guilt in storage both in regards to her relationship with Faragonda and just in general and is relieved when Faragonda reassures her that everything is okay, especially between the two of them.

26. What would be their theme song?

Find Me by Sigma ft Birdy (acoustic version)

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Griffin. Faragonda might join her but she’s also quite content just listening and watching. She also gets pretty lulled by Griffin’s singing.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Griffin is impossible when Faragonda can’t be with her for whatever reason. She gets irritable and starts making everyone miserable by turning even more pedantic than usual. Zarathustra and Ediltrude do their best to keep her occupied which sometimes involves lots of wine and chess.

Faragonda definitely handles separation better by doing things that will make her feel closer to Griffin like reading Griffin’s favorite book or tending to the plants. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t miss her super much, though.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

They’ve ended up seriously hurting each other - both physically and emotionally - while Faragonda was with the Company and Griffin was with the Coven. They didn’t necessarily want to fight each other but were forced by the circumstances. There was also a decent amount of anger and despair on either side and the possibility that they might have actually hurt each other on purpose freaks them both out.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They retire together on Domino and help raise Daphne and Bloom’s kids. Also, they have a peaceful life because they have been through so much and deserve some rest.

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