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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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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 at 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 less than 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 that flowed 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 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, 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, go on then," she finally said, looking back down at Lily.

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

[emily-strange]

MORE TIM FANFICTION PLEASE AND THANK YOU I'M HOLDING ON BY A THREAD HERE.

[deputy-buck]

Intro & Masterlist

Buck, M, 21, gay-aro, he/him. Anons are always on, requests always open

Interests:

Fellow Travelers

UFC (FreeStream link)

Generation Kill

The Pacific

Band of Brothers

Justified

Various Discovery Channel shows: Gold Ruch, Parker's Trail, Street Outlaws, No Prep Kings

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Buck Builds (Full-Assed Creations)

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"You're bulletproof" Edit HawkTim

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"Drag Queens can read." Screencaps FrankieMarcus

Frankie 1x02 Screencaps + Stormi!

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Cannibalism Motif Webweave HawkTim

Devotion Edit HawkTim

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Pup!Romeo General Overview (Ray Person PuppyPlay)

Sad Brad/Ray HC

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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

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Cade Gutterson Moodboard

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SEPENT THOU ART LOOSE hawk

Hawk's Apartment Floorplan

Tim in lingerie

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“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

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Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

Buck Brawls: BoB

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[smurphyse]

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.

[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 2/23/25

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.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

5m ago

Strangers In The Night

Strangers In the Night - Jake Jensen/female of non-specified origins*

Warnings: Mostly fluff

Summary: 

Jake's had a rough night, and meets an intriguing stranger, who may or may not be supernatural, but is definitely trying to seduce him.

A/N: This is my second Jensen fic, and I have no idea where it came from. I found it on my voice recorder from some random commute home. I don't even remember recording it.

Also, the 'female of non-specified origins' bit is because I'm not sure what she is. Is she Fae? A Succubus? Another kind of demon? A vampire? No clue, honestly, and would love your thoughts on the matter.

[emma-m-black]

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 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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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

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The Daughter - Chapter Five

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.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Chapter: Five

Elenora was placing a box in her bathroom while Tim leaned on the door frame, watching her. “You know, this place ain’t half bad.”

“See, I told you it was worth it.” Whispered Elenora as she set the box down on the counter.

“Oh, it was worth it.” Said Tim with a sly smirk. “Just make sure you leave that top drawer open for me. Also, I’ll be wanting the side of the bed with the view of the door, and I figure I should warn you I like to drink my juice straight from the carton.”

“Shh, now. There are others around, and I would really rather not have my second dad hear you. I would like once this is all said and done for you to leave in one piece, so you can circle the block and come back up.” Elenora said as she walked past Tim and into the main area of the apartment, just as footsteps could be heard coming through the front door.

“Guess who Art found wandering around on the street?” Announced Rachel as she entered the room carrying a box.

“New guy? Bout time he showed up.” Asked Tim as he walked across the room to take the box from Rachel.

Rachel confirmed his suspicions with a nod and a look of displeasure. “He’s that gun happy cowboy from Florida we heard about.”

Tim let out a laugh. “No shit? He must have really pissed off Florida if they sent him out here.”

“Wait? Cowboy from Florida?” Elenora questioned as her eyes went wide. “Cowboy hat? Lean? Looks like an asshole?”

“Yeah?” Began Rachel in response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Elenora. “How’d you know?”

“Guys, I want you to meet the new guy,” Came Art’s voice as he walked into the room. “Old buddy of mine from Glynco. One of the fastest draws in the Marshal’s service.”

As Art said this, a man fitting the description Elenora had just given entered the room. His eyes landing straight on Elenora and a smile raised on his lips. “Hello, sunshine.” The man greeted as he scanned her over.

“Daddy?” Elenora questioned. Her hands shook, and she felt the sweat forming. Her mind was racing, and she could not seem to form a proper thought.

“There it is.” Said Tim under his breath, and Elenora could only think back to the previous night’s conversation about Tim waiting for the ball to drop on their relationship. Because this was a big fucking ball. She noticed her father seemed to eye Tim and look him over as though he was trying to piece together a puzzle.

Elenora stepped forward as she looked her father over. “What are you doing here?”

“I was transferred. Told Art to keep it a surprise. So, surprise.” Raylan approached Elenora and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Elenora followed suit, but it was more of an automatic response than anything out of love.

“You’re Elenora’s father?” Asked Rachel, as the father and daughter pulled apart.

“Yup.” Raylan popped his ‘p’ as he replied and shoved a hand out towards Rachel. “Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, pleasure to meet you.”

Rachel took his offered hand and gave it a shake with a smile on her face. “Deputy U.S. Marshal Rachel Brooks.”

When Raylan released Rachel’s hand, he turned to look at Tim. “That must make you the man that saved my little girl. Deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Gutterson, if I’m not mistaken?” Raylan stuck out his hand and Elenora noticed the way his eyes narrowed. Tim, who was still holding the box he took from Rachel, finally moved to set it down.

“I didn’t do much savin’, mainly I just threw a set of cuffs on the guy,” Said Tim as he took Raylan’s hand in a shake. “I’m sure she has you to thank for the skills I saw that night.”

Raylan had not released Tim’s hand. “I taught my baby girl how to protect herself against any unwanted male advances.”

“Daddy!” Elenora narrowed her eyes at her father and he finally released Tim’s hand. “Why are you really here?”

“I told you I was transferred.”

“You were the one that gave that perp twenty-four hours to leave town.” Tim said with realization. “Then shot him dead at the table, when he didn’t comply. I’m guessing it wasn’t a transfer so much as Art was the only one that would take you in?” Tim’s voice held a slight harshness to it, and Elenora could tell that Tim was making sure her father knew he was not the type to back down.

“Apparently, this is my punishment for takin’ out the bad guy.”

“Or mine.” Voiced Art as he walked over and placed a hand on Raylan’s shoulder. “Rachel and Tim will be your best friends here. Rachel will keep you out of trouble and Tim, well, Tim will watch your back and take out anyone before they have a chance to draw.”

Raylan looked between Elenora and Tim once again. “Army?”

“Rangers.”

“I thank you for your service. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with my daughter, in private.”

Nodding her head, Elenora looked from her father to Art. “Did you wanna order that pizza? Beers are cold and in the fridge.”

“Will do.” Replied Art.

Leading Raylan out of the apartment and into the hall, she walked a few more steps before leaning on the plastered wall. The only closed off rooms in the apartment were a washroom and a walk-in pantry. It left little privacy, but because the whole top floor was hers, the hallway was out of the way. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you.”

“Worry me?”

Raylan leaned against the wall and took his hat off. Holding it in his hand, he turned the hat over and ran his fingers along the brim. “With what happened to you down here, and what I did back there. I just wanted you to finish your school with nothing distractin’ ya.”

“You shot someone and got yourself shipped off back to your home state. This is after you shipped me off cause it wasn’t safe for me in the same state you were working. Please tell me you don’t expect me to up and leave again.”

“I mean it wouldn’t...”

“You have got to be fuckin kidding me, daddy! I have a home here, a job, friends, a life.”

“And I got people that will eventually want to use you to get to me.”

Elenora pushed off from the wall. “That ain’t anything new, daddy. I defended myself then and I will do it again. I love you, but I can take care of myself.” Moving past her father, Elenora walked back into the apartment, where it was apparent that everyone had been listening to their conversation. She paused and looked around the room as both Rachel and Art attempted to make themselves busy with opening some boxes. Tim, on the other hand, was leaning against the counter, next to the fridge in the kitchen, beer bottle in hand. His eyes were watching her from the second she entered and while she walked across the room to the fridge.

Pulling the door open, Elenora then reached in and grabbed a beer. Throwing the door to the fridge closed, Elenora twisted the cap to her bottle off and tossed it on the counter before bringing the bottle to her lips. Taking a large swallow, she let out a sigh as her father entered back into the apartment. She watched as he made his way to Art and, as the two of them started to converse, Elenora felt herself relax.

Taking a few steps, Elenora put herself at the counter next to Tim. “My daddy’s here.” Whispered Elenora.

“And he’s got a gun,” Replied Tim before taking another drink from his bottle.

Keeping her gaze on her father, Elenora took another large drink from her beer. “I understand if you wanna start runnin’.”

“Ah, you’ve had a long day and I don’t feel like it’s much fair to make you run after me. So I think I’ll just stay right where I am.”

A buzz sounded through the apartment and everyone turned their heads toward Elenora and she just responded with a shrug of her shoulders. “Hey Art, said he was on pizza. I assume that means he’s payin?”

“Oh, alright. Wanna give me a hand, Rachel?”

“Fine old man, I’ll carry your pizza’s,” Said Rachel as she followed Art out the door with a laugh.

Once it was just the three of them, Raylan made his way towards the kitchen and looked between Elenora and Tim and when he reached the fridge, he held a hand to the door handle in question. “May I?”

“What’s mine is yours.” Said Elenora, before downing the last of her bottle. Once she was done, she placed the bottle on the counter and then reached forward for the bottle her father had just taken for himself. She cracked it open and took a drink.

“Good, because I’m gonna need a couch.” Elenora nearly spit out the mouth full of beer as she looked at her father. “Good to know that would have been your reaction. Don’t worry, the Marshal’s Service is paying for a motel until I get the living arrangements sorted. Besides, I don’t wanna get in the way of whatever boy it is you’re shaking up with.”

Eleanor just rolled her eyes at her father. “There is no boy.”

“Sure there is. Art told me you haven’t slept in your bed much this last week. With finals, I tend to find that a little odd given your study habits.” Said Raylan as he pulled another beer from the fridge.

“I’ve been staying with Mandy, and if I wasn’t studyin’, I was drinkin’.”

“Sure, sure. You keep him a secret for now, unless.” Raylan began as he closed the fridge and cracked a beer. “You two seem awfully chummy. Deputy Gutterson, you wouldn’t be the one preoccupying my daughter’s evenin’ time now, would you?” Raylan asked, starting down Tim. The tip of his bottle pointed at the man.

Tim responded with a cock of his head and a laugh, and when Raylan did not negate his hard stare, Tim straightened up. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“I’m not dating anyone, daddy.” Said Elenora with a smirk.

“Well, you best be tellin’ this non existent boyfriend of yours that at some point in the near future, him and I are going to be having a talk. Most likely at the firing range or a dark, empty alley.”

“If I was seeing someone, why couldn’t you just be happy for me? Why do you need to threaten him? I’m not a little girl anymore, daddy.”

“Sunshine. No man will ever be good enough for you and you will always be my little girl.”

Soon Art and Rachel were back, pizza in hand, and the discussion of Elenora’s love life came to a close. After eating some pizza and drinking a few more beers, the group helped Elenora build up about a dozen bookcases and a few large cube storage units that she had situated as a divider between her living area and her sleeping area. When you entered the apartment, you were put into the middle of the living space. To the right of that was a large open kitchen area with a makeshift island that Elenora had created out of some rolling wooden workbenches, and to the left was the sleeping area, with the bathroom and a sliding glass door out to a small balcony. The balcony was just big enough for one chair but there was a small six step staircase that let you on to the roof, and a private area. There, Elenora had been gifted a patio set that had been left from a tenant five moves earlier. It was easier than actually trying to get anything back up or down.

“Nell, you know, you have the entire Harry Potter collection in five different languages right?” Tim ran a finger along the spine of each one as he inspected them. Everyone had left hours ago and Tim, too. He went home, gathered a bag of overnight items and a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow. Making sure that he took the long way back and that Elenora’s trigger happy father did not follow him. He even parked two blocks away and Elenora helped Tim enter through a back service door, just to be safe. “How did you afford all these? Didn’t realize being a student paid so well.” Elenora watched from the floor, where she was unpacking another box of books.

“I worked in the library at the university, and at a bookstore both before and after coming out here. I got to save up most of it. Got a little money from the government when my momma died. Daddy and a scholarship helped with the school. I like books. It’s nice to get lost in a good one.”

Elenora watched as Tim plucked Storm Front by Jim Butcher from the shelf and flipped it over in his palm. “This is a good series.”

“You, read fantasy?”

“Between the sandbox and my ass-hole of a father, it was an escape.” Tim placed the book back on the shelf and walked over to Elenora. “Speaking of fathers, yours is interesting.” Tim held out a hand and pulled Elenora to her feet. “Almost had to change my pants.” Tim had a sly smile on his lips as he spoke, and it made Elenora laugh.

“Well, you aren’t running, so that must be a good sign?” Elenora placed her arms on top of Tim’s shoulders and put her hands on the back of her neck.

Tim placed his hands on her hips and smiled down at her. “I said almost, and something tells me you might be worth staring down the barrel of your daddy’s gun.”

Pushing forward, Elenora brought her lips to Tim’s. She kissed him softly, and he responded in kind, his hands tightening on her hips but his pace matching her own. Tim was patient in many things Elenora had noticed, but with her, she noticed he would give off signs he was restraining himself. Trying to let her take the lead, let her be the one in control of the moment. It all made her toes tingle and her stomach tighten. It was one of the many reasons she was falling hard for Deputy United States Marshal Tim Gutterson.

Chapter Six

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The Daughter - Chapter Eight

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:

“What the fuck were you thinkin?” Raylan yelled down at Elenora. She was sat in a chair in the conference room of the Marshal’s office. Her dad’s hat sat on the table as he ran a hand through his hair in anger.

“I just...” Elenora began, but her father cut her off before she could continue.

“You weren’t thinking, were you? You lied, to get you into a secure room with a felon Elenora.” Elenora dipped her chin down and glanced to the side of the room where she could see Art, Tim and Rachel standing on the other side in hushed conversation, obviously trying to be discrete as they listened. “Don’t look at them. They won’t help you. What if Boyd’s men were watching the hospital? What if one of them knew who you were? They could use you, Elenora, take you and barter you for Boyd.”

Elenora’s head shot back to look at her father. “He wanted to shoot you. He wanted to kill you, and you weren’t going to tell me!” She eyed her father, and he held her gaze without a blink. The tension in the room was intense, and she was sure those outside the room felt it as well.

“How did you find out about what happened? I told Art I wanted to keep you out of this.”

“I saw Ava. She told me what happened, told me she invited you over for dinner too?”

“That is none of your concern.”

Elenora’s butt was off the chair before she even knew what she was doing. “Yes, it is dad! You come back here, and right away it’s like living in Miami all over again. You not telling me things, talking about how keeping me in the dark is keeping me safe? What next? You gonna tell me I need to leave Lexington?”

The fire was raging in her now. Elenora loved her father, but he liked to use his job as an excuse to decide for her. Like what brought her out to Lexington in the first place.

“Maybe you should.” Said Raylan, his voice now just barley over a whisper. His eyes losing their anger and now holding a look of loss.

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” Elenora threw a finger out to point at her father. “Do not give me the puppy dog eyes. I will not up and move my whole life. I’ve just moved into an apartment. I have a job waiting for me and you know what-yes dad, I am seeing someone. Want to know why I didn’t want to tell you, because of this! You tell me you want the best for me, and that I can come to you with anything, but I can’t even tell you about the man I’m in love with because you will probably try to shoot him.” Dropping her arm, Elenora’s shoulders sagged as she realized what had just tumbled out of her, and it took everything in her body to not turn and look at Tim.

Raylan’s eyes became enormous and his mouth opened as no words came out. Several seconds passed and Elenora was pretty sure the room’s temperature had increased by twenty degrees. Finally Raylan’s lips moved, this time accompanied by sound. “How long has this been going on for?”

“A couple weeks.”

“A COUPLE WEEKS! Elenora, that isn’t love, the excitement of something new.” Said Raylan as he picked up his hat and shoved it onto his head.

“See, there you go again! Not wanting to listen, but just tellin’ me how it is.” Elenora grabbed her bag, which she had sat on the table when she first entered and put one foot in front of the other as she moved to the door to the conference room and threw it open.

“Elenora...” Raylan called out from behind her back. It was a plea for her to stay, but Elenora was having none of it. She stormed past the three Marshal’s and out to the hall. Forgoing the elevator, she headed straight for the stairs and left the building once she reached the bottom.

Meanwhile, back in the Marshal’s office, Raylan moved out of the conference room to stand with the rest of the team. “I wouldn’t actually shoot the guy,” Said Raylan was a sag of his shoulders.

“You sure about that?” Asked Art, as he the old man looked from the door to his friend.

“Maybe graze, but not like I’d shoot to kill.”

“If you were my father, I wouldn’t want to tell you about my love life, either.” Said Rachel with a huff before she walked away back to her desk.

“She’s my little girl. I lost so many years with her. I just want to keep her safe.”

Tim sighed and looked at the two men next to him. “I hate to tell you this Raylan, but that woman, she doesn’t look like no little girl needing your protection. Now if ya’ll will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish.”

Elenora was shaking. She had never talked to her father that way, but maybe it was a long time coming. She had just wished Tim had not been there for the whole thing. Elenora knew it was stupid to see her Uncle but it was something she felt like she needed to do. It was like closure to her, seeing him that one last time. Now all she wanted to do was call Tim, but she knew that until he reached out to her, which would probably not happen while he was still in the office.

She spent the rest of her day picking up her key copies and hanging around at one of the coffee shops with a book she had popped into her work to purchase. Eventually she was disturbed from her reading by her phone vibrating, telling her she had a message.

Tim: Where might I be finding you?

Elenora: Old School Coffee, on Maxwell

Tim: Be there soon.

It was a about twenty minutes later and Elenora saw a figure brush past her and sit down in the chair across from her. Picking up a napkin from the table, she shoved it between the pages of her book and closed the cover. “So how pissed was he?”

“Think he actually was pretty remorseful for what he had said.” Tim slouched slightly in the chair and stuck his legs out straight as he got comfy. “Threatened to graze me with a bullet, though.”

Elenora’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

“No. The threat of a bullet makes a man keep his mouth shut.” Tim smiled at her from across the table. “Do think he might have a suspicion, though? Followed me for a bit when I left, lost him in a parking lot.”

“Great.” Elenora slid her phone and book into her bag. Looking at Tim, she examined him in his laid back appearance and a smirk on his face as he stared at her. “What’s that look for?”

“Just judging by your father’s reputation, I shouldn’t be surprised that you did the opposite of what I told you to do. You’re lucky that he didn’t have people watchin’ the hospital.”

Folding her hands together and placing them on the table, Elenora leaned back in her seat. “He told me he was sorry. That he had seen the error of his ways and hoped that I would forgive him one day for everything he’d done.”

“Sounds about right for a man that nearly died,” Said Tim matter-of-factly. “Which is why you are going to decide now, if you want to eat before or after the range.”

“After. I had a bite to eat when I got here.” Tim stood from his chair and Elenora did the same. “Thanks for not being mad at me, by the way.”

Tim stepped forward towards her and leaned in with his lips to her ear. “Oh, I’m fucking furious.”

“What you gonna take me over your knee, Marshal?” Elenora whispered as she side eyed Tim and raised her brow.

The corner of his lips rose, and the look sent a shiver down Elenora’s spine, and she felt her thigh muscles clench involuntarily. “Now that is a thought that will keep me hard the rest of the day.”

“Wait till you see me with a pistol.” Elenora responded quickly and with a smirk of her own.

Letting out a groan, Tim straightened up and eyed Elenora down his nose. “We better get going before I make the people here real uncomfortable.” Tim’s hand reached out, and she felt the palm of his hand on the small curve at her lower back. With a gentle push, he led her to the door, out onto the street and towards his SUV. However, when they got there, he did not open the door for her as usual, but instead put his hands to her hips, pushed her against the door of the SUV, and encased her lips with his own.

Elenora’s hands found their way to the open edges of Tim’s coat. She fisted the material tightly in her palms as Tim pushed his hips into hers, effectively trapping her between himself and the door. She could feel everything about him as he molded himself to her. His lips were soft on her own, but his kiss had a pressure that she was sure would cause her lips to bruise. Hands were splayed out across her in a manner that made her believe Tim wanted to touch as much of her as he could. And then there were his hips. Firmly pressed up to her own, the words he had spoken in the coffee shop only a minute prior clear as she felt a hardness against her inner thigh. “Tim...” Elenora moaned as she pulled her lips away from the man before her. She did not loosen her hold on him as she looked him in the eyes. “Perhaps I am a little hungry, after all.”

“I know a place.” Tim huffed out before moving his nose towards her own and kissing her once again. This kiss only lasted a moment before he pulled away once again, this time removing his hands from her as he went.

Tim helped her into the SUV and, when both were ready to go, Tim drove them out of town towards the southeast. Eventually he pulled the SUV over onto a dirt road after a few minutes of leaving Lexington and he maneuvered the vehicle down into a wooded area where there was a small cabin. It looked as though if there was a strong wind, the whole thing would topple over. Without a word, Tim got out of the SUV and moved around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Elenora. He held out a hand to her, and she just looked at it and then up at Tim. “Tim, I’m not fucking you in there.”

“I was thinking more about the back of the SUV. We took this place in a few weeks ago. Federal property now, so no one should disturb us.”

Taking his hand, Elenora exited the SUV, and then Tim was on her, not even bothering to shut the door.

One of his hands moved up and into her hair and the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. Reaching out behind her, Elenora gripped the door handle to the backseat and pulled it open as she continued to kiss Tim. Once there was access to the back seats, Tim wrapped his hands around her ass and hoisted her up. His lips moving from her down her neck and onto the exposed skin on her chest.

His kisses sent fire throughout Elenora’s body, and her legs tightened around his waist in response. Using her leverage, she ground her hips into his and Tim’s lips retracted from her skin as he let out a moan. The hot air from his breath hitting her skin and cooling quickly, enticing a shiver from Elenora. “Tim...” His name left her lips as a whisper and quickly she found herself tossed into the back of the SUV with Tim climbing on tip of her.

Hands pulled at the buttons on her jeans and soon she was lifting her ass so that the garment could be removed from her hips, along with her underwear. Her skin scratched against the fiber of the seat and a breeze that had snuck in from the open door hit her wetness, dramatically changing her temperature. Tim stood awkwardly above her as he then undid his own slacks and pushed both them and his briefs down, releasing his stiff and pointed member from its confines.

Elenora was impressed that he had kept his composure for as long as he had on the drive, but he did not strike her as the asking for a blowjob in the car type. Plus, he always seemed to care about her enjoyment as much as his own. This was proven to her yet again as his hand moved to her pelvis and a finger pushed against the nub that was currently a surging bundle of nerves. Her back arched and her head went back as Tim slowly and stroked his finger into her. Then he did it again, and her eyes closed and what little her toes could curl while in her boots did.

Leaning himself over, Tim brought his face to hers and placed his free hand under her head, causing her eyes to look back at him. “Is this what the thought of me spanking you does? I don’t think I’ve ever had you so wet.”

“Tim...” His name left her lips in a whine, and he just responded with a smile. Lips were on hers again and she could feel Tim moving around on top of her as his hand left her. It was only a second before she felt the tip of his erection sliding along her folds, and then with a gentle thrust he was inside her.

“I love you, Nell.” Tim whispered in a shaky breath as he placed her head down on the seat next to hers. His body covering hers like a blanket. It felt a lot like the first night they were together when he hadn’t lasted long. The rigidness of his body telling her he was again holding himself back, thinking about each move he made before he would make it.

“You can let go, Tim.” Elenora watched from the corner of her eyes as Tim’s head lifted and his eyes connected with hers. “I trust you.”

It seemed those were the words he needed, as something in his eyes changed. He looked down at her for a few moments, and then a grunt left his chest. Then, with a force she had yet to experience, Tim pulled his hips back, pulling himself from her almost all the way and then slammed back into her. The hand that was in her hair curled around her strands and pulled with a tightness she was sure would be sore later. His hips slammed against her own and she could feel the length of him hit deep within her, causing a gasp to come from her lips, before he did it again. It was rough, and as he slammed into her, she could feel herself sliding ever so slightly on the seat, but the pressure of Tim’s body on top of hers did not allow her to go far.

There was something primal in the way he fucked her today, and to her surprise, she liked it. Elenora felt as though Tim was staking his claim to her, his body telling her she was his and his alone. “Tim...”

The pleasure inside her was building and on his next trust, she focused on tightening her core, and Tim responded with a deep moan, before slamming into her even harder and faster. The pace quickening made it feel as though he was a jackhammer and she was the concrete. Until suddenly his body clenched around her and she could feel the spasm of him inside her causing her own pleasure to build, and as if Tim could sense what she needed he gave a few quick deep thrusts into her till she felt her own muscles grow taught and a delighted scream left her lips.

They laid there, Tim on top of her as they both breathed deeply to bring themselves back down, him still inside her. Elenora allowed him to take his time and soon she heard him let out a sigh as he pulled himself from her and slid out of the SUV. Pushing her hips up, Elenora slid her underwear and jeans back up and fastened them before sliding her way out of the back of the SUV.

When her feet hit the ground, she found Tim pants on with his hands behind his back, leaning on the side of his vehicle. His eyes were focused out into the woods that surrounded them.

“Tim?” Elenora watched him and when he did not answer, she took a step towards him. “Tim, you don’t need to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Just tell me if you’re good.”

“I’m good.” He whispered while continuing his stare. “After the range, I think I should go to one of those meetings. Mind dropping me off after?”

“Whatever you need,” Said Elenora with a smile.

Nothing was said between the abandoned cabin and the range. Elenora thought it best to let Tim be in his thoughts for a time. When they were in the parking lot and the SUV was off, Tim finally turned to look at Elenora. “I know I have no right to be telling you what you can and cannot do, but when I found out you had gone to see Crowder... for a second I saw you laying there, bleedin’ out on some floor. I hadn’t felt like that since the sandbox. Watchin’ as my friend bled out next to me after taking a sniper shot.”

“But I’m fine right. I’m here with you right now. I can’t imagine knowing how you feel, or what something like that does to a person. Just know that those thoughts, you aren’t the only one having them. I see my Daddy dead more often than I like, and now when you walk out that door I imagine every worse case that could lead to me never seeing you again.” Elenora reached out for Tim but did not touch him and instead left her palm up near his thigh. “I’m here, Tim. Whatever you need, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Tim raised his hand and put it in hers before setting them both on his leg. “You some fallen angel or something?”

“Careful, all this praise from you is gonna’ start going to my head. Now, am I limited to just hand guns here or can you teach me how to fire a rifle? Daddy never would let me fire one before.”

“I’m gonna need better back seats.”

“And at least a box of Kleenex. Because I’m gonna be real impressed if I haven’t soaked through my pants. One downfall of no condoms, you stick around Gutterson.” A groan left Tim and his eyes closed, and Elenora was sure he was trying to decide if he should feel bad or turned on because he was dripping out of her. “So please tell me this place has a washroom for me to clean up.”

Opening his eyes, Tim looked at her with a frown. “I didn’t even think. There are spare clothes in the back. I could have given you something to clean up with.”

“Well, let’s remember that for next time, but right now I need to clean up these little Tims before it looks like I’ve peed myself.”

Tim let out another groan. “Please don’t refer to them as little Tims. Makes me want to wrap it, cause the thought of you getting pregnant scares the shit out of me more than any Taliban.”

Chapter Nine