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Fury (2014)

“Best job I ever had” ~ “War never ends quietly”

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gonna watch fury again tonight so here's a sketch of the worst thing to come out of arkansas

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new header because i deeply care about these tank guys

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Grady

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a baked bean?!!?;?;??::?!:!!?!!

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Grady's Homecoming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait to sleep in a bed.”

“I can’t wait to find me a woman.”

“I can’t wait to see my woman.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[roguesandsaviors]

Grady Travis Request

Delayed drabble request but I was hit with inspiration and manged to get it done. This is for the wonderful @anna-hawk​ who sent in the request “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” I was trying to figure out how to take this for the longest time and hopefully you like the direction it took.

War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. When little moments were found, they had to be clung to. That was what had happened between Grady and Y/N. You, in your eagerness to help where you could, put your talent to use and joined the military when the opportunity became available. As a radio operator, you were kept fairly busy. On top of that, you seemed to be one of the only ones at camp that could repair the equipment. Most of the men that could were forced to head to the lines with a weapon in hand.

That was how you two had met. Hunkered over a radio that was on the fritz, he had brought their sets in, mouth running a mile a minute to his companion. He was a little surprised to find a woman hovering over the radio but as you grabbed the equipment and quickly made the fix, his companion shut him up.

It had been a back and forth between you from there but you had found yourself looking forward to the meetings instead of dreading them. The attitude he gave wasn't as hard as some of the other men and there was something endearing about him, whether it was the accent or the bit of southern charm that reminded you of home you didn't know.

Either way, you two had developed a playful relationship that became something more.

You waited, quiet but desperate for his tank to roll back from their latest mission. Knots formed in your stomach, trying not to let the nerves show. No one knew of what was happening between you, both of you figuring it was safer that way. The guys around camp wouldn't press if they understood that you didn't give in to anyone. Grady just avoided some teasing and extra worry when he was away.

Being called away for an important call, you missed the tank making its way into camp. You missed the weary looks and forlorn mood that had taken over the crew of Fury. It took most of the rest of the day,

Through the grapevine you had heard that there was a get together for everyone, some food, some drinks, and some entertainment. Camp was safe and it was thought that something like that was needed for morale. Grady would likely be stuck with the tank, or grabbing some sleep. He wasn't the most social of men.

Grabbing some food, more than what was needed for the two of you, you picked your way through the camp quietly, heading towards Fury. As expected, you found him sleeping, right on the track. You settled everything down, and moved to carefully wake him up.

"Quit moving, I'm trying to sleep…" He mumbled at first, leg kicking out a bit. Habits stuck. You persisted, continuing to carefully nudge him, before having to lightly grab his leg. "Wait...are you...what?" Finally, he shot up, the soft giggles coming from you enough to help calm him down, anger melting into amusement and affection.

"I brought some food, figuring you would be stuck here with the tank." He reached out, oil, dirty covered fingers grabbing a hold of your wrist to drag you closer.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured, eyes holding on you before dragging to the food. "How'd you even carry all that here by yourself?"

"I have my ways,” you replied, knowing it had been a juggling act. “Besides, I know rations have been low. You need to eat what you can." His posture softened further. If you could take care of him, you would.

"You're eating with me right? Think we're heading back out in the morning." He shifted before reaching out and pulling you up to sit beside him without warning. You could feel the warmth of his body seeping into your clothes. It didn’t matter that he was filthy, having been stuck in the tank for days on end. He was here and in one piece. You couldn’t have been more thrilled. Left to your own devices, you had all the time in the world with him.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, pausing as his forehead pressed against your temple, taking in the same sort of comfort of your presence.

“Me either.” War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. War could also prove the human spirit and grant moments that wouldn’t otherwise be had.  

[theonetryingtolive]

Hi! This is my first time making a request but can I request some Grady with “I just wanted to go to a strip club.” please? Thanks!!

Grady Travis/ Reader-Fury (2014)

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“I can’t believe it. I seriously can’t fucking believe it, Grady. Of all the godawful shit I’ve heard in my life...” Don ‘Wardaddy’ Collier sighed and rubbed his face. “What were you thinking?”

Grady looked a lot like a dejected puppy. He made a face, and looked down at the mud on his boots. “I ain’t think...”

“I know you didn’t. Goddamn it, Grady, what were you thinking? Now we gotta turn this goddamn town upside down until we find her. And if Master Sergeant finds out about this—“

“He won’t! C’mon, Daddy, you can’t tell him.”

“Find her, Coon, and I won’t. Go!”

Grady scowled, and kicked the tracks of Fury as he passed. It hadn’t been his fault. Or, well, it technically hadn’t been his fault. When Don had fucked off and told him to keep an eye on you, he had said yes. Really, how hard could it be? But he hadn’t counted on the town being so lively, of the many things there were to do, and before he knew it, you had disappeared without a trace. You could take care of yourself, that didn’t worry him. But...if you drank too much, if you got lost...

Grady stopped when he heard loud whistling noises from a building. His frown deepened and he pushed his way inside. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer almost made him gag, and when one of the scantily clad girls came over to rub against his side, instead of feeling aroused, he felt sick. What if you had taken a wrong turn? Ended up here, in the bad part of town? Careful not to injure the woman, he pulled away. He had to find you, and get back, and...

Grady’s jaw dropped. You were standing right there. It felt wrong. Like seeing a piece of heaven in the depths of hell. He started walking faster towards you, but the smile you gave one of the women dancing on the stage made him trip. He pulled himself back to his feet, and barrelled through a group of men.

“Y/N!” His hands closed on your arms. “What’re you doing here?”

“Grady!” You smiled brightly at him, swaying a little.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here. Come on, we gotta get you back.”

“Grady, no, no!” You laughed, and patted one of his arms. “I’m having fun!”

He shook his head, and without thinking twice about it, picked you up. “Come on, Peaches, time to go back.”

With his arms around you it was hard to be upset, so instead you yawned, tucking your head under his chin. “Mm’kay, I want to lay down.”

“I bet,” he muttered, moving past men wolf whistling at the show on stage.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me.”

“I ain’t.” He sighed. “What were you doing there?”

“I just wanted to go to a stripclub...” You very decidedly did not pout.

“What?” He laughed, surprised. “What for?”

“Y’know...” You snuggled closer, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions.

“I don’t. Why would you want to be anywhere near a strip club, Peaches?”

The streets were much quieter now that you were away from that place. You toyed with the buttons on his shirt. “I wanted to learn.”

“Learn?” He set you down carefully next to Boyd’s small stove. None of the others were around, but it wasn’t surprising, it had gotten late. “Learn what?”

“How to make you want me.” You swayed, and Grady steadied you. “Because you don’t.”

He laughed again, cheeks turning red. “I don’t, huh? That what you think?”

“Mhm, you don’t.” You nodded, and looked up at him, lower lip wobbling.

Grady shook his head, and pressed his lips to yours. “I already want you.”

You smiled brightly, and hugged him tightly. “It worked!”

With a smile, he picked you up. “C’mon, Peaches, you need to sleep.”

“With you?”

“Maybe so. But tonight it’s just for sleeping. Okay?”

“Okay.” You yawned, and kissed his chin. “Grady?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I want you, too.”

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Old sketch of Grady Travis from the movie Fury (2014)

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Fury (2014)

“Best job I ever had” ~ “War never ends quietly”

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Jon Bernthal as Grady ‘Coon-Ass’ Travis in Fury (2014)

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