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Grady's Homecoming

“Grady! You always talk about bein’ fucked. Fuckin’ all ‘ese German women, you got a woman waitin’ for you?” Bible’s voice crackles through the headset.

Grady’s mind travels to you. You were at home in Arkansas, probably keeping the farm afloat while he fought for your safety. He played the ladies’ man role well these days, because he never wanted anyone to know about you; to hurt you.

“Grady Paul Travis! Git over here!” you shouted as you chased him through the yard. He remembered this memory well; you chasing him around with a wooden spoon in your hand.

“That’s a mighty fine pie, ma’am!” He shouted to egg you on, begging you to keep chasing him. His path lead you through the yard, over a couple fences into muddy, sloppy pens and finally into the barn where he hid from you.

“Grady, hunny, come on out. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” You called, looking over the hay bales. He had watched you creep through that barn with that spoon at the ready. When he finally could land, he dropped from the hay loft and rolled you into a straw bale. You screeched and smacked his back with that wooden spoon, but he just roared with laughter.

“You make the best pecan pies, my beautiful lady. You also make the best wife.” He smiled, kissed your cheek with a loving smile.

“Yer damn right I do, Grady Paul Travis. You had to stick your grubby little paws into my pie.” You had hissed, letting him pepper your face with kisses as he rolled to keep you from being stabbed with straw. “Hunny? I love you.” You drawled, putting down the spoon on the bench and laying across his body fully.

“I love you too, baby.” He cooed, kissing your face and hugging you against him as his lips got lost with yours on a grand adventure that lead to his dirty, oil covered hands sliding up into your work gown and massaging your breasts. You careened into him and gripped his curls tight in your fists.

“Grady! Grady get down! Jesus christ!” Bible’s voice brings back from his daydream and he ducks hard into the tank.

“Grady are you with us now?” Don shouts, grabbing his coat collar.

“Ye-yeah. Yeah sorry.” He coughs, tears almost spilling over his cheeks.

“Grady, you okay buddy?” Norman calls, looking up at the Coon-Ass with a sad, sorry look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine, dammit.” He barks, scrubbing away the tears.

Once they get into the crossroads, Grady and Norman head into the building near there and search for parts.

“Grady, listen. Whatever happened back there--” he grabs Norman around the neck and drives him against the wall.

“Nothing happened.” He spits through his clenched teeth. Raising his hands up, Grady lets go and heads to keep looking. “I do got a lady back home. I try not to think about her because she fucks me up. But yeah, she’s my world. I’m sorry you lost your German girl back there, I really am. If I could 'a saved her I woulda. But I couldn’t.” He offers, toeing at the dirt.

“Thanks Grady.” He huffs, deflating the breath he’d been holding.

“Don’t thanks me. I ain’t do nothin’.” He shakes his head as he turns and starts out the door.

After the dust and blood settled, troops came to the Fury team’s rescue. Not single Fury member was dead, wounded, yes. But dead? No. It was a miracle and Bible babbled about it the whole way back as the troopers told them they were heroes. Grady didn’t care to feel like a hero, he hurt and he was ready to see his lady. It’d been a long four years, a few letters, but a long time since he’d seen your face.

“You guys are gettin’ patched up and sent home. You can’t fight in the shape you’re in.” The man had said. Tears filled Grady’s eyes then, as he knew he’d get to see you.

“A broke wing and pure heart, Mister Ass, you get to go home and find you some American ass, aye?” Don cheers, and Grady just nods, giving a wave to him.

“I’mma go home an’ kiss my woman hard and fuck ‘er hard too.” The three men from the Fury, Don, Bible, and Gordo, all looked to Grady with wide eyes.

“Your woman?” Bible asks, looking to his best friend with shock.

“Yeah. I’m a taken man, Boyd.” He chuckles, patting the man on the knee.

“So all this talk about fuckin’ these German women, and you never fucked one did ya?” He asks, punching him in the shoulder. Grady only shakes his head.

The men board the air carrier that flew them into the depths hell and they all hoop and holler as they lift into the air.

“They say the war’s all but done anymore. You boys did a hell of a job out there.” The pilot talks over the intercom as they fly over open water.

“I can’t wait to take a fuckin’ shower.”

“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”

“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”

“I can’t wait to see my woman.”

Each man had a different dream, but all the same, they all were excited to go home.

“Wardaddy, Gordo, Coon-Ass, War Machine, I never wanna hear those names again.” Bible cheers as the plane gets close to landing. Women, children, and even men waited cheering as the plane dropped to the ground. The five Fury survivors of war hug tightly, and go their separate ways.

“Grady Paul Travis? Have you seen him? He’s tall, busted up crooked nose, cute, dumb smile, have you seen him? They told me he’d be on this flight.” Bible’s head whips around and his eyes lock with Grady’s as the woman shoves a photo into Bible’s face. He’s sees Bible’s finger point to him and he ducks, his heart racing. He hadn’t seen you in four years, he didn’t even think you’d be here, but he heard you calling for him. When you come around the corner where Bible had pointed you, you don’t see anyone you recognize until you see the man of your dreams rise to his feet above the crowd and you give a screech, letting into a dead run through the crowd, across the lot and springing into his arms.

“Even with a busted wing, he caught her.” Don chuckles to the crew, watching on for a moment as Mister Ass himself sinks to the ground holding this petite little woman against his big, blocky frame like she was the last ass he’d ever see.

“Wow, crazy huh?” Gordo states, his hispanic accent poking through. “Mister Ass had a girlfriend this whole time. They watch a moment longer as she slides a ring from her neck onto his finger.

“I’ll be damned. Mister Ass is a married man.” Bible laughs.

No closer as you got in the door, Grady was driving you into the couch, tugging off your dress as fast as he could.

“I promise, slow later, baby. But fast now.” He grunts, shimmying from his pants. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he gives you a sweet smile and you nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you wiggle your hips closer to him. He slides into you and and rams in deep.

“Grady!” You shriek, nails digging harder into his shoulders as he fucks you hard against the sofa.

“Yes baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I mis’d ya so much. Shit baby, yes.” He grunts, feeling himself twitch inside you as your walls constrict around his cock.

“Grady. Grady, yes. Please.. I’m so close. C’mon baby.” You encourage, ramming your hips up to meet his in sloppy thrusts. He leans down, hugging you tight against him as his thrusts get sloppier.

“I love you.” He sobs, cumming as you roll your hips into his once more, orgasming blissfully in his cock. He grabs you tight, holding you against him as he sobs hard against you. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He assures, his cock still in you as his arms grip tight against you so hard you gasp for breath. You love every minute of him holding you, pressing infinite kisses to your bare skin as he holds you.

“I love you too, Grady. I love you, baby. I love you.” You whisper, gripping his arms.

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Fifteen Minutes of Fame: Grady Travis as a Poppa

(Yes, his kids have pie themed nicknames because of his pie obsession. Also, peep his son’s name😭❤️) ✨ENJOY!❤️ please feel free to reblog and like, but don’t plagiarize my work. Thank you!❤️)✨

Grady had gotten home from the war and you two hadn’t left each other’s side since he came back.

You and Grady had started a family on a little farm and Grady was the best father.

“Poppa! Poppa!” Your daughter squeals as she runs towards him, snake in her hands.

“Nah! Pun’kin! No!” He playfully shouts running away. When he turns again, your little daughter is on the ground crying and Grady is always to the first to her side. Sobbing, she sticks up her knees with a sad little, remarry eyed frown, her little lip all poked out.

Grady crouches to his knees, pulling her into his lap, kissing both her red knees, he gives her a smile.

“All better, huh?” He coos, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the little cottage. You watch from the kitchen window, grinning at him and your daughter.

As he steps into your home, he drops her onto the counter and kisses your cheek, slipping the dish rag from your hands to clean up her knees.

“Thank you poppa.” She giggles, her little hand patting his big one.

“Anything for you, punkin.” He adores her with sparkling brown eyes full of love, letting her down to chase her brother, Norman Grady. His arms circle your waist and he draws you right against him, burying his nose in your shoulder. “I love you so much.” He whispers. “Thank you for makin’ me a poppa, darlin’.”

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I’d Be a Damn Fool to Say No to You, Grady.

Warning: mentions of war, Fury themes, and sweet innocent little Grady. He’s a goddamn baby and shall be treated as such.

She got up at six in the morning, quietly getting up to get her dress on for the day. As she gets the dress on, she finds her father sitting at the table, drunk as he was the night before. Holding her breath, she tries to sneak by, but he hears her and it’s round one.

He reaches out to snag her hair, tugging her down harshly into his lap.

“What are you doing?” He growls drunkenly, looking at her with slits of blood shot eyes.

“I’m g-g-going to do chores daddy.” She cries, tugging desperately at her hair in his hands.

“And when you’re done, you go to school. Don’t forget your sister.” She felt a twinge in her heart at the mention of her late sister. Her mother and younger sister were on their way home from town when they were struck by a large delivery truck and killed.

“Yes, daddy.” She whispers, relishing in the freedom of when he lets go of her hair. Running out the door, she slips on her shoes and heads to the barn. Feeding the chickens and watering the hogs, tossing a bit of feed in for them as well, she starts the long walk to school. At Railway road, she meets up with a few different teens who all walk together.

“Mornin’ Dot!” Cheers the dopey voice from across the field from her. She rolls her eyes as she hears him. Grady Travis, the closest neighbor to them. He never mentioned his family, and he never ceased to grab her attention with his joyous, stupid laugh at his own jokes.

“Morning Grady.” He was ecstatic that she knew his name. He stifles a giggle as he links arms with her.

“Miss Dot, do you’s reckon you’d ever go on a real date with me?” He asks as they small group heads to the school house.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. Grady gives a tug on her hair gently to pull a piece of straw and her whole body stiffens. He notices almost immediately and pulls his hands away from her.

“I tell ya, Miss Dorothy, I’m sorry if I scared ya. It’s just-there was straw.” He drawls, tucking his hands embarrassingly into his pockets.

“It’s okay, Grady. Thanks a bunch.” He smiles, his cheeks still red.

“No problem. Can’t have a pretty lady like you gettin’ dirty.” He drawls sweetly, toeing at the ground.

School ends at noon and the group of kids walks home together.

“Miss Dot, do you think I could walk you home?” He asks, looking to her with hope in his eyes.

“Thank you kindly, Grady, but my daddy would kill you.” He gives that signature giggle but it’s stopped short when he sees she isn’t even smiling.

“Well, I-I’ll see ya tomorrow, yeah?” He asks, searching her eyes for something.

“Yes, Grady. I’ll see you tomorrow. Are you going to ask me out again tomorrow?” She chuckles. His face twinges pink and he nods before he turns and walks away.

“Yes ma’am. Everyday till you say yes.” He calls as he heads down his driveway.

   Five years pass and Grady never gives up on her. She slides her work dress on and tying on her apron.

“Mornin’ daddy.” She pats the urn on the counter and gives a half-sick chuckle. She’d graduated school and gotten a job at the local diner.

“Morning!” Cheers MaryJane from the counter as Dot heads into the kitchen to drop her keys and jacket. “Your boyfriend is already here.” She laughs pointing to the man at the counter itching his head with the handle of a spoon. Dot heaves a sigh and shakes her head.

“Oh Grady.” She snorts. “He’s not my boyfriend by the way.” She barks, grabbing a piece of cherry pie and a chocolate shake for him without ever taking his order. “Morning Grady.” She smiles, winking at him and dropping his food off at the counter. When his eyes blink up to meet hers, there’s a worry she’d never seen before.

“Mornin’ Dot.” He whispers, looking back to the pie and a tear slips down his cheek.

“Alright you win. I’ll go on a date with you. Stop crying.” She coos, patting his hand. But he catches her fingers in his and he looks back up at her. The spoon clatters to the counter and he pulls a paper from his pocket. Slipping it into her fingers, he grabs the spoon, taking a bite of his pie. Dorothy steps into the back and outside to read what he’d given her. The smile disappears and she feels her heart hit the concrete through her shoes.

‘Order to report for Induction

Grady Travis

February 25th, 1941’

Swallowing hard, she pushes through the back door on wobbly legs, her heart racing as she steps through the door and Grady’s eyes meet hers.

“Grady,” she whispers, covering her mouth.

“Dotty, don’t cry.” He chuckles, reaching across for her. Tugging away, she walks around the counter to him and wraps her arms around his neck.

“Grady, you’re already a hero, sweet boy. Don’t leave.” She whispers against his cheek. He chuckles, patting her shoulder softly.

“I got to, or they put me in jail. Dot, it only be a little while.” He assures, trying to lean back to see her face. A mistake; when he sees her face, his playful smile dissipates into sadness. “Don’t. Don’t fuckin’ cry. C’mon.”

“I’m sorry, Gray, I just--as much as you piss me off, I do love you, you big lug.” She sniffles, hugging to his neck again.

“And I love you, Dotty, but they called my number so-” he shrugs. When she looks at the calendar her heart stops once more.

“Grady. The twenty-fifth is--”

“I know. I just wanted to stop to see you. Dotty, I just. I need you to know that I do care about you. Even for a dumb man like me. I just-I ain’t good at this.”

“It’s okay, Gra-”

“No! I-I wanna tell ya how I feels but I don’t have the fuckin’ brains. I love you, Dorothy Clemens.” He nods, firm in his statement.

“I love you too, Gra-”

“Nah ya don’t. Not like I do. I been single waitin’ on ya my whole life. You ain’t gonna wait for me. And I don’t want ya too. I love you, Dotty. I gotta go. Thanks for all the pie.” He giggles, grabbing his bag and walking out the diner door, waving once more.

Another five years pass like decades, until one day as she walks into the diner and grabs her apron, a new pink one with her name embroidered onto it. As she and MaryJane chatter about the cute war men that come and go in recent days, her mind drifts to the sweet boy who’d been in love with her his whole life.

“Ain’t that sweet boy o’ yours comin’ back yet?” MaryJane drawls and a tear twinkles in Dotty’s eye.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” She whispers the last part, looking to her coworker with unshed tears just as the bell dings and a group of dingy soldiers steps in taking over a table.

 Grady’s eyes dance around the restaurant and when they meet the blonde woman with her back to him, he feels his heart jam up into his throat. Dotty hadn’t originally been a blonde, but during the long summer days her hair would lighten her hair to a caramel color, a little darker than the woman there.

“Hey Coon, you gonna go tell her you been starin’ at her ass or should I?” Don asks, giving Grady a hard time. He just giggles a little and looks down at the table.

“I used to come here before the war, I had a pretty friend who worked here, used to gimme pie and a chocolate shake.” He smiles, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to cut off the emotions he felt.

“Hi! Can I get you started with a drink?” She cheers as she steps up to the table, looking to all the grimy, fiilthy faces before her. The man closest to her gives her a grin, an unmistakable half-grin and a chuckle. Her knees start to buckle and tears fill her eyes.

“We’ll take coffees darlin’.” Don coos softly, kicking Grady’s foot.

“Got ya, I-I’ll be r-r-right back. I’m so sorry. I just--I’m waiting on a soldier to come back and you-you just--”

“I jus’ what? Huh?”

“Wha-what’s your name?” She stammers, knees visibly wobbling.

“Coon-ass.”

“No-no. I mean what’s your name?”

“Grady Travis, ma’am.” He coos, rising to his feet and sticking out a hand.

“Shut your mouth.” Her hand jerks up so fast and cracks across his face.

“Dotty, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He coos, reaching for her hand. Yanking away as her legs start to give, his arms wrap around her and he grips her tight.

“Grady Travis, if this is a joke so help me--”

“Tell me Dotty,” he croons, hugging her tight to himself. “How’s ‘d’you like tuh go on a date with me?” He asks, helping her to her feet.

“Grady, I’d be a damn fool to say no to you.” She laughs, hearing his sweet chuckle as he hugs tight to her.

“Yes! Boys what did I say! Now that I’m a war machine she’ll say yes!”

“You loaded a cannon, Coon-ass.”

“Yeah, loader.”

“Oh shit boys. Dot, this is Wardaddy, that’s Bible, War Machine, and Gordo. Guys this is--”

“Dot.” They all groan, earning a laugh from her.