#violet vibes

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@nnicknnelsonn this one’s for you

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Loving Deadly

Gator Tillman x OcFem!Reader

Mafia Au

Wc:2.1k

Warning: 18+ (in some capacity), not proof read

Divider credit: @pixopix

A/n: Trying to give some background/backstory before they meet for the first time. Which should be the next chapter

Prologue

Chapter 1

~Childhood~

L.G

Even through my start into the world was stressful to say the least (not like I could remember but getting reminded of it every time I accomplish something is supposedly too much for me…) but regardless I grew up thinking that I could bend the world to how I wanted- sure adults around me were weird around me but aren’t they all?

Dad started letting me in on meetings after my 10th birthday saying I should have an idea of what has to be done. Most of the meetings that I attended to the untrained eye a “normal” business meetings getting me use to the ins and out of what her father did: making sure that the people that needed help(medicines,money, finding people,and protection to whatever degree etc.) the only thing that was asked in returned was when called upon they will do whatever was asked. However, if the individuals didn’t comply with the terms and received our help by that point well… consequences happened which is why we are only recommended when the need is literally life and death so when the few times people slip no one can be truly upset when they don't hear about them anymore.

Luckily he had conditioned me to words, phrases, and images that no child in theory should witness but it was never in a punishment or “scary” way it was more in the education sense. Think advanced sciences (bio,psychology,sociology etc) but in real life scenarios instead of in a book and sure age is just a number depending on the context but he was teaching me skills to survive in the business he created from the ground up. Even though dad never had big enemies because of our positive reviews along with reasonable consequences that only occurred when individuals were being difficult, he knew I had to be able to protect myself both mentally and physically. Good thing I was homeschooled because what would one say when asked about my weekend when I know someone tried to hurt my family including me or that the reason I know how to manipulate an adult(don’t act like you wouldn't if you could) is because I had practice with individuals that the last thing they saw was my innocent face…

Mom asked me how I felt the 1st time I saw my first torture session cleaning me from the blood that spattered on me and my new dress:

“Ángel I’m going to ask you something and you must promise me what you will answer truthfully ok”

“Of course mamí” why would she ask me in that tone? I always do papí says its important that I never lie to them unless something is wrong

“You saw something dirty real close up and it falls under business… I just want to know what you are feeling and if you have any questions for me” she looked not scared but something in her eyes told me I had to watch my words so as she washed my hair

“I don’t feel anything strong other than dirty because blood got on me ... do you think it will come out of my dress? I would feel sad if it did. I know papí just got it for me”-to many my answer would concern them but my parents knew even if they didn’t have this line of work my emotions were complicated to say the least. Emotions are hard for me to process unless they fall under the category of strong. I just live in the moment almost in a neutral state not fully feeling unless I feel it strongly. Let’s not talk about my anger quite yet, that is for older me to deal with even though some might say the signs were there from the beginning: getting physically violent when things didn't go my way, having a break-room just for me built into the house, and getting headaches at such a young age.

“I think you shouldn’t worry about that he will understand why and even if it doesn’t we could dye it a new color hm what do you think” rinsing out the water from my head making sure none got in my eye

“I think red would work just fine along with pink maybe” hoping it didn’t have to come to that but papí says it’s important to never let them take your fire. That it's better to have a fire and to only be around those who will be your air never water because they just want to burn you out. Getting out of the bath she tells me “Of course it is I have an artist in front of me” drying me in my favorite towel. Giggling while papí calls from downstairs saying dinner is ready and to please hurry up. From the outsider’s point of view it’s funny how perspective can vary depending on the person.

I don’t think my upbringing was necessarily bad but being the daughter of a mafia boss sure does make life interesting to say the least. From what I can see and what I have learned is that one can have a family and a business that may not be the cleanest but that doesn’t mean it gives them a reason to hurt their family. You would think you would love them so much that hurting them is the farthest thing on your mind but I had a lesson on domestic abuse.

Running to my parent’s bedroom knowing that they can reassure me that there is no way this can happen… right? No one in their right mind would? I cried myself to sleep in my parents arms that day, asking them how people could do that if love is in the equation. Papí responded while trying to wipe my tears away“ that why I’m in this business to protect those who can’t and making sure the people with power don’t forget that who they are if that power were to disappear” that night while I fell asleep being gently placed in my bed I knew I was going to help my papí when it came to the mafia.

~Teenager~

Throughout my high school years I was blending my school work with work helping my dad with all sorts of things, some physical while some were more intellectual. He was smart but I liked the idea of pushing myself in finding people since I won’t know when I need to find someone most likely my parents but if I could throw my hat in the ring dad never seems to care. More practice for me. My physical education was more training than playing silly games one would associate with school. The only sport I got into was boxing which I only let myself enjoy since it allowed me to keep my anger in check, keeping in shape without feeling like I’m training, and my personal favorite: hurting someone else with proper form. Think about all the other sports that hurting your opponent is in the rules. Exactly.

Sure no one other than my parents know about the last one and when I try to open up to people however hearing that I have anger issues for some reason it doesn’t compute for them. I have friends to a certain degree when dad’s associates bring their kids into the organization and we have an understanding especially if more like when they find out about my connection. So I just stick to one of my dad’s saying “there is no such thing as friends only acquaintances” and once I hear that it made things easier with this line of work it makes sense once everyone knows. And being alone isn't so bad as long as you are willing, which is easier said than done but I still have time not like something will happen anytime soon.

By 17, I finished up my high school’s degree but dad didn’t want me fully around until 18 something about wandering eyes and keeping an eye on them, not me since honestly love(romantic) was never something they had to worry about when it came to me. But a week after my 18th birthday someone just had to meet with dad so instead of a usual 3rd party place they met somewhere in the wild.... well not necessarily but to me it was but realistically it was a piece of land that recently lost its owner. I stayed in the car luckily it was tinted and was dad mic up in order for me to hear it directly and not a summarized version. This was my compromise in slowly showing a face to the successor of his business. When we got there dad gave me an idea of who we were dealing with

“He’s named Tillman, Roy Tillman someone who has swept more things under the rug, even though I doubt he has ever used a broom, that should have raised a flag by now but-I’ll give it to him he knows when it appropriate and when to back off” helping him put the mic on can't imagine what they would think if a mic was involved

“Why would he even want to talk to you about it anyways ? It sounds like he is doing just fine on his own?” Saving that name in the back of your mind for later “he needs help finding someone a wife- saying he just wants to know if she is still alive or if he should bury her for good” and with that a sheriff’s car pulls up and I won’t lie I did tense up but dad grabbed my shoulder saying “don’t worry it’s him” both getting out of their car’s

However dad never mentioned he was going to bring back-up. I wonder why that vehicle… “G” tipping his hat in respect “Tillman” nodding his head since dad never shakes someone’s hand unless a deal is being made. Barely getting a letter to name him since names give a person meaning and sometimes a name is all you need to control someone.

“I’m surprised to finally having a in-person meeting with you although I can’t say I’m surprised you folk need to be unground for your business to succeed ” a confident voice came through the my headphones and he just gives me bad vibes hoping whatever this man is after is quick and smooth “I wouldn’t use that language with me if I was you considering my people claim you were very insistent in having this conversation” I’m glad dad doesn’t let anyone put us down just because we are Latinos sure mom is white passing but me and dad don’t have that luxury when it comes to racist pigs. It doesn’t help that his get up is giving cowboy but oh yeah they took that that from Mexican culture but we are the problem…right

“Now I didn’t mean it that way…just stating the fact that we are different in some ways I didn’t make it racial that was on you” “let’s keep it civil then wouldn’t want your wife to be alive and not be your side” even you though they weren’t so far from the car you could see the clench in his jaw and for a moment you were ready to jump out the car and knock some sense in him but in a second he became neutral looking back to his car give a nod.

With that a boy -no- a man came out he was wearing a cop uniform but on his chest it said Sheriff (along with the name Tillman I guess it’s the son) maybe I should brush up on different uniforms. Looking at him was electric, almost like you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. He was carrying an envelope which you assumed had information on the wife. I wonder if it’s his mom? “Boy” passing it over “This is everything I have so hopefully it’s enough to find my wife whether she is dead or alive I need to know”while all this is happening I had to get a cramp in my leg causing me to move the car in repositioning myself luckily the two main men didn’t react probably thinking it was the wind. However, he did react by making him turn in my direction and I don’t know if he knew but we locked eyes and it felt like the world stopped just for a moment. That was the moment I knew he was either going to be the worst or the best decision you will make...guess I’m going to have to brush up on my hacking skills in order to find out about this pretty boy.

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Sorry I haven’t been posting in a while I just been busy with work. Anyways I wore this dress and I felt like violet would wear something like this. I also started a new Instagram called qlover.xo and I kinda post more stuff like this as well.

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Loving Deadly

Gator Tillman x OcFem!Reader

Mafia Au

Wc:3.2k

Warning: 18+ (in some capacity), not proof read

Divider credit: @pixopix

A/N: I attempted to edit something to add to the story while reading

Chapter 2

L.G

When mentioning the word hacking it means different things and can cause a person to either react positively or negatively. I find that funny since the act itself isn’t the problem, it's the person and what their actions are. Once dad filled me in on what I was allowed to do, which is making programs, that when a picture of this woman appears in any database it should come up. The reason why is: no matter how many times someone changes their name or features there is a good chance that their face is the same. And there is always someone taking a picture/video nowadays so if something pops up even on social media that would be a start. I wouldn’t be surprised if she left this, Nadine lady-with what her file seems to say she got extremely clumsy after marrying Tillman including the wife before her and the current one. Going to his office to let him know about my findings and I tried telling dad that this might be a bad deal but as much as I hated it he had a point

“We can’t interfere with every case that has injuries even though he does give me a bad vibe. Sometimes people are clumsy, sometimes it’s something bad but we can’t do anything until we know for certain since one bad call can jeopardize our system.” And these are the few times I get reminded why he is good at this (and still in charge).

“But don’t you think it’s weird that he has been married 3 times in such a short time… I’m not saying I’m an expert by any means but seriously he can’t be alone for 5 seconds? Also what happens if we do fine the 2nd wife, I don’t think that it will be good for anyone if that is the case” dad looks at me with so many emotions I can’t pin any of them down. Sometimes I think if I wasn’t born into this life I would’ve been a good detective but who knows.

“I think we should focus on one thing at a time híja, no point in overthinking if she ends up being dead this whole time. Just finish up the program and make sure you can set up something with notifications so they can verify with their eyes whether or not it’s her. Tillman says to send it to his son… I think he said the name was Gator, interesting name if you ask me” with that he dismisses me from his office without knowing I now have a name to look up for… personal reasons

Back in my room I do a simple search to see who Gator Tillman is, hoping to see if it was the same guy I saw that day. Nowadays it’s more likely for someone to have an account in some capacity to be more surprised if they answer no and they're under 30. Well at the very least he has something for instagram

Well one thing is for certain: he sure is nice to look at. Hopefully there is more to him than looks especially if he is flaunting death on his profile. To look into this more clearly I’m going to have to get in somehow… I guess this town is getting a newcomer while I use their library. They might not even notice by the time I’m done with them but it will be worth it especially if I get a glimpse of pretty boy. Just have to convince dad into letting me on the field under the guise of it being by first case while being of age. Once I get the clearance…Incoming new identity just in case someone wants to look into me

A month later…

I’m surprised that they have a library and use it at all since with the few people that have acknowledged me if you even want to call it that, have been giving looks of ‘what is she doing around these parts’ and even though they have a point in questioning my why that doesn’t mean they have the right

But it’s been around a week of just hovering. Who knows how people would react if I just started asking questions as soon as I got there. A newcomer appearing out of nowhere and suddenly asking questions would at the very least ask me to “politely” leave or at worst try to kill me, not like that would happen. As long as I control what they know about me the better. But it is nice that they use the library, especially the children. It seems like there is some type of program for after-school where a group of students come in with various pick up times. It’s funny how much people underestimate children in their ability to sense since just on day 2 two little girls came up to me while I was reading

“Hello” the more confident of the two spoke, startling me in the process “oh hello” making sure to mark my place since I don’t know how long this is going to take

“I’m Mary. Is that really your hair?Did you really color it that dark? Was it a lot of money to get it that long?-” running out of breath trying to say all this. The other taking the opportunity in saying her own piece while the first catches her breath “I’m Martha we are twins by the way” oh that makes sense

“Hi to you both and to answer your questions: yes this is really my hair, it actually naturally this dark some might even say it looks black, and this is all coming from my head” am I surprised by the questions. No but the look on their little faces is priceless “wow”

“Did you get tan this dark on purpose” asks Mary she seems to be more outspoken while Martha is trying to look over my shoulder in what I was reading. Luckily I’m reading something that is ok for them to see, brothers Grimm fairy-tales, well appropriate enough depending on the adult. “Um…I don’t tan” they both looked at me like I grew a third head while I’m trying to find an adult that is seeing this and hope that they would take them away alas

“What do you mean?”How do you explain science/dna to children that are probably raised to the very least not like me to put it bluntly. “You know how you guys were born with your skin just the way it is” keeping my voice steady “yeah”

“Well just like how you have your skin from when you were born it’s the same for me?” Holding me breath while they both take a moment then look at each other then “oh okay” and “can you read your story to us out loud” and just like that they acted like that wasn’t one of the scariest things I have ever done. And that is saying a lot with my line of extracurricular activities. So they both got comfortable in front of me and I read to them.

Ever since then every day after school when they come in,looking for me since I’m never in the same spot making it a game for them, and I would read to them a book of their choosing as long as they both agree. They usually get one story before heading to the bathroom with enough time to wait patiently for their mother. But this Friday went a little differently…

G.T

Gripping the wheel with enough force his knuckles are turning white. I can’t believe I have to pick up the girls from the library today especially with all this talk about this library princess, with the way they talk about her almost seems like they're making her up using Rapunzel? as an example. I don't know I haven't looked it up to get an idea of who they are comparing. Karen couldn’t even give me a heads up in the morning. No she had to let me know around my lunch the only time I get

“What ya need?” Trying to eat my sandwich before getting my break cut short “Just wanted to let you that Roy needs me with him for a meeting that will be going pass the time the girls need to be picked up” groaning for what is being asked of me

“Let me guess I’m supposed to pick them up and watch them while I wait for y’all to come back?” The girls are fine-just a heads up would have been nice since I got out early today, dad probably did that on purpose now that I’m thinking about it…

“Yes, dinner is already made, you just need to warm it up and the girls know their routine. You just need to be around to make sure no one bleeds and that the house doesn’t get on fire. Sounds easy enough?” Grinding your teeth while answering yes “good they should be waiting for you near the front an easy in and out if not you might have to look for them in the children section”

“Got it” and with that the call is ended and my day is planned, not like it wasn’t already

Now here I am looking like an idiot because of course the girls aren’t where Karen said they would, waiting in front and I’m looking in the children section, nothing. But once I take a second and look for them I see them tucked into a corner playing with someone, a lady, with long black hair that reaches her waist. I can’t see her face but I can see the girls are braiding small braids in her hair and the moment they see me, their eyes light up when they see me always hurts me just a little, I can't believe that their little hearts can love me.

“GATOR” those two little devils screamed their heads off earning a “shhh” from the librarians working today. But the girls screaming his name isn’t what concerns him, you still, the moment they say his name almost like you were electrocuted into place. He clears up his throat asking the girls

“Who is this-” his breath is caught in his throat while you finally turn around and he has never been so conflicted in his entire life. On the one hand it feels like he is looking at a goddess while on the other he is confused on why someone like you is here, let alone talking/engaging with the girls.

Pulling himself closer to their height “This is the princess we were telling you about during dinner. Ain’t she not pretty?” If only they knew how pretty he was finding you to be, which is crazy you aren't even wearing anything revealing and yet it’s enough for him to imagine… your voice pausing his thoughts

“Is that what you've been telling people, that I'm a princess? Should I be scared for a villain to come and take me away. That might happen if you keep telling this story I wouldn't be surprise if you guys come to find me one day and I disappear” your voice although teasing the twins don't seem to pick that up

“No! you can't just disappear like that” the other popping in “even if a villain wanted to steal you away it would be ok your prince charming will save you” you giggle, something he wanted to be the cause of

“And who would that be?” with so much certainty they answer in sync “Obviously Gator” to seal the deal they have made without either one of you in mind, they point at him just in case you didn't know who they were talking about. You both finally looked at each other, and it was like something snapped inside him telling him he can never look away. However, you look shocked, too shocked, maybe because you don't like the idea… that causes something in his stomach to hurt

“You girls can’t say that without asking your brother first, that is rude. How would you feel if someone made you do a task without asking you first. Now you wouldn't like that, would you?” You were trying to give him an out with the girls. But of course they turn to look at him and ask him directly “you wouldn't mind being her prince do ya?” Before answering he glances towards you he sees the faintest of blush on your cheek that he couldn't help himself and say “ as long as the princess is okay with being saved, why don't you guys say goodbye head to the bathroom I'll be right behind you” groaning they get their bags together knowing he will pick them up, saying goodbye to you even going as far as give you a kiss on the cheek. He has never been more jealous of them before in his life and that is saying a lot which he shouldn't be if anything he should tell them to not be interacting with you let alone kissing your face… a nice face not that anyone would ask.

With that, you were both left alone with each other and you both had a moment of silence neither one of you saying or moving until he clears his throat grabbing the girls bags. Of course Mary left hers close to your leg meaning he had to get closer to you, get near you, and feel your body heat. He was mentally preparing himself in the little timeframe telling himself he wasn't going to do anything stupid being near you but before he even took a step forward. You somehow notice what he was trying to do and without a second thought grab her bag from beside you and place it in front of you on the table siding it closer to him. ‘Fucking hell’ he doesnt know why this upsets him more than it should “Thanks”

“No problem- sorry about the girls spring that on you about fairytales and all that questioning” talking shush since you are in a library not like he gave a damn but couldn't help chuckling a response of “ don't worry your little head about that wouldn't want your charming getting on my ass for steal his girl” he knows it a low blow but he has to know

You actually snorted a little before composing yourself “ did you just try asking me if I have a boyfriend?”

“NO- why the fuck would I care” his chest tightening because why aren't you answering, why are you actually calling his bullshit out, no one has ever, not really and yet you do it so easily…

“Well… if you must know, you don't have to worry about a prince kicking your ass” grinning while resting your head in your hand almost like you’re tempting him. So enticing he got a little closer, he had to, almost whispering “even if you had one, I doubt he would win against me”

Leaning in close enough that he could smell you something fresh and citrus, he wonders if given the chance what would you taste… “That’s bold of you to assume charming, especially when I could easily kick your ass no prince required” Charming huh “I wouldn’t talk so confidently about that around these parts if I was you princess” and just like that almost like a switch was flipped, you moved back, away from him. No!? what did he say, he wants to take it back, get back the girl that cause a spark but before he could open his stupid mouth

The girls are running back in, grabbing him breaking the last bit of the bubble you both seemed to create “Gator can we go? We are getting hungry” clenching his jaw before turning your way hoping to say something but “Try not to annoy your brother too much girls it would be a shame if he started graying at his age” he wants to take his hat off and show you his hair prove you wrong but rubbing his neck is the next best thing “I think he probably has them already that's why he gels his hair back all the time” “or wearing a hat it’s cause he’s old” the other just had to chime in

“Hey you menaces! Quit telling lies, I am not graying and i’m not that old” heat blooming from his neck he knows there is probably an age gap between you both that doesn't mean the girls had to point it like that!?! Even though embarrassed the smile you rocked shakes him to his core making it almost worth it… almost

“ We should probably head out before they start eating each other or worse me” he shrugs knowing with the girls around who knows what else they will say. He steps forward like instinct while you lean more back like you are trying to torture him,but you aren’t not really, he wants to feel you even if just a a hand shake as lame as that sounds something. Would it be the same hand to jerk himself to later he won’t think to hard and yet you simply nod your head “Good bye Gator” no charming, just his name and although he wants to hear you say his name in different circumstances, preferably alone with a bed it still stings for some reason

“Bye princess, see you around” he says this hoping that he would but you smile as if he said something funny mumbling“sure” while they walk out. Tempting him to turn around, scared that if he did you would already be gone as if you didn’t exist to begin with. But with the reassurance of the girls talking about you the days prior it eases a bit of him keeping him to keep going forward. Walking out getting the girls situated in his car and finally getting them home something hits him, not only did he not get your name he didn’t even try to get a number or get some social media to at least attempt to keep whatever spark you had alive. And so without giving himself away

“So does the princess from the library have a name or did you really make her up and ask a stranger to play with you” hoping they take the bait “she says we can call her lady Lily because she swears she is a princess but we can’t tell people she goes to the library because her father will send knights to bring her back to the castle” Mary counties “but we haven’t told anyone other than daddy, mommy and you because you won’t let anything bad happen to her right?” He knows you might have stretched the truth for them to fit the fairy tale thing you guys have going on but you must have placed pieces of the truth in there. What are you hiding princess“don’t worry about her I won’t let anything happen to her but maybe don't talk about her unless it’s me since I have met her ok? The less people that know about her the better”

He now knows what he will be doing tomorrow at work during his down time moments once he gets his favor off of one of the tech guys at work. With the name you gave the girls, putting it in the database hoping to find you however what will come for a Lily with your face isn’t true especially since you just gave yourself that name…

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Loving Deadly

Gator Tillman x OcFem!Reader

Mafia Au

Wc:200+

Warning: 18+(in some capacity), not proof read

Divider credit: @pixopix

@pixopix · dividers babyyy

I have no idea what I'm doing. she/her. 32.

A/n:First time trying to write fanfic and hoping to improve my writing….and I had a thought so let’s see where it takes me💜

Prologue

Being born into a world where blood, threats, and death is a normal work day is something only few could relate to. Some when finding this information out will most likely think it’s sad or, feel bad for the individual but they forget

you don’t know what is normal or strange until others say so

From the moment I came into this world I was a fighter, my first “victim” being my brother. We were supposed to be twins but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Dad says it was better to know this information in the comfort of our mother’s womb instead of outside while mom says she is just glad that I survived at all since I fought my other battle:being premature only cooked for 8 months.

For many this would be enough stress to last until the “real world” starts affecting an individual but that was just the beginning for me since I wasn’t born into a “normal” family but one that protects their own even if that means blood is shed and respect is earned although some would agree to disagree.

Birth certificate (according to documents found)

Name: L. Guzman

Gender: Female

D.O.B: July 4,2000

Father: [redacted] Guzman Mother: [redacted] Guzman

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I went shopping today and I tried on some dresses. Some of the dresses reminded me of Violet Harmon or Zoe Benson. In the end I ended up getting the first and the last dress.

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I'm sorry for being emotional