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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

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(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

one - green lights and red stains

TWO MONTHS EARLIER:

I was at my desk in Big Sky Country, Montana’s sheriff’s department, papers strewn over the desk in a similar fashion as they were at home. Making small mountains and also making me rather sympathetic for the trees who suffered just to have me keep ‘em all like this on another plank of wood on more sticks of wood. However, I couldn’t bring myself to clean them, not today. As well as that, the acting sheriff had made his speech today, and I knew if he’d talk to me, I wouldn’t make a great impression, not with all this mess.

“Ain’t this a sight?” I looked up to see none other than Sheriff Arlen, standing in front of me, his stance wide set as he peered at my scribblings which varied between neat and scrawling handwriting. I jolted a little, panic striking through me as I began to shuffle my files into a more orderly pile, but he held out his hand to put me at ease. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Truth be told, I’m not the most organised either.”

In response, I stood up laughing a bit as I ran my hand through my hair, the action not as smooth and easygoing as I hoped as my index encountered a knot in my raven hair which I quickly untangled. “Well, I’m afraid this is what you’ll be seein’ every day.” I gestured down in circular motions to the messy piles.

“Then I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He put out his hand with a broad grin, green eyes twinkling along with his startlingly white teeth. He had an air of giddy charm and confidence around him that I couldn’t help but crack a smile to. “Beau Arlen.”

“Isabelle Joyner.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. His grip was strong, but comforting in a sense.

“Well, darlin’, I’ve heard some good things about you from Jenny Hoyt, or Hoyt, as she wants me to call her.” Beau chuckled at the thought, glancing towards Jenny, who was in conversation with Poppernak. “She’s a real firecracker.”

“That’s Jenny for you.” I smiled, nodding resignedly and also flicking my eyes to her. “She knows me better than anyone; we’ve been best friends for as long as I remember.” Then I spotted the uncertainty in his eyes as he once more looked at Jenny, and I laughed a bit. “She’ll warm up to you. She’s just a bit miffed, y’know, didn’t get put as acting Sheriff.”

“I learnt that the easy way and the hard way.” He snickered slightly, his shoulders shrugging. “Well, it’s a lesson well learnt.”

“Damn straight.” I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets, and we fell silent for a moment before it got a bit uncomfortable. “Anyway, welcome to Big Sky. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“I goddamn hope so.”

NOW:

“Liv, sweetie?” I called up the stairs, my eyes darting back to the pancake cooking on the stove. It was half past eight in the morning, and I needed to get Olivia, my niece, to her stepfather’s house. Her mother - my sister - had been… lost. In a murder, six years back, but they’d never found who’d done it. In her will, she’d given custody of Olivia to me, that the court had approved. Her stepfather, Markham, was not happy, but there was little he could do.

“Yeah?” Came her sleepy voice from upstairs, making me laugh quietly. She’d grown so much since I got her as a timid nine year old. Now she was sixteen in a week and the most beautiful girl I’d ever see. She was my baby girl at this point, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“I’ve got work, hon, and I’m makin’ pancakes!” I heard a brief pause, then a scramble to get up. I smiled knowingly, returning to the pancake as the thunder of footsteps down the stairs signalled her arrival. Her blonde hair bounced in stunning curls and her brown eyes flashed excitedly, even though they were riddled with sleep. I passed her a plate of pancakes stacked up, shaking the whipped cream. “Mornin’, gumdrop.” I grinned cheerily. “What would you like on your pancakes, hm?”

“Whipped cream, syrup, and raspberries.” She replied instantly, then returned my smile. “And good morning, auntie.” Olivia gave me a bear hug, which I returned gladly, kissing her hair before letting her go with a pat on the back.

“Good choice.” I squirmed the whipped cream in a circle, grabbing the syrup bottle and drizzling it generously before passing her a bowl of freshly washed raspberries so she could knock herself out, also sliding her a fork and knife. “Dig in.”

“Hello, there!” I heard Jenny call, the door opening. Jenny and Cassie walked in with big smiles on their faces, especially so when they found the combination of Olivia and pancakes. “Hope you don’t mind, we just used the spare key under the deco rock.”

“And I’m glad we did, because why weren’t we invited to the party?” Cassie faux-gasped as she gestured to the pancakes.

“Elle, explain yourself.” Jenny chastised, raising an eyebrow at me, but when I passed them each a plate of pancakes, they melted. “Ok, no explanation needed.”

“Yep, we’re all good now, no beef here.” Cassie agreed, dolloping whipped cream on hers before passing the canister to Jenny. “Also, hi, Olivia.”

“Hey, Cassie.” Liv waved with a smile and a mouthful of pancake. “Hi, Jenny.”

“Hey, kiddo.” Jenny grinned, waving before digging into the pancakes.

“Never knew I’d be catering for four today.” I chuckled, turning off the stove and embellishing my own plate of pancakes, making it even more of a sugar rush than it already was.

“Well, now we get to boast to Beau about what we got cooked.” She replied with a cheeky smile. “He’s always returnin’ with clean dishes of what Denise cooked, so I guess we could clap back a little.”

“His favourite deputy cooked us pancakes and not him.” Cassie giggled, making me roll my eyes. These two.

“Shut up. Both of you.” I snickered, trying to remain stern. “If Sheriff Arlen wants pancakes, he can come over and I can make him some pancakes, it’s not exclusive.”

“And here I thought we were special.”

“Aw, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“She did.” Olivia giggled.

“Yeah, she did.” Jenny gave me a look before we all burst out into laughter. We spent a bit of time chatting as we finished our pancakes, telling Olivia the ups and downs of our latest solved case and what movie we wanted for movie night this week. When we were done, I picked up my keys, jangling them.

“Olivia, time to go.” I smiled, but Cassie put her hand on my arm with a smile.

“I’ll drop her off.” She chuckled, holding up her own keys. “I know where Mark lives, and it’s on my way.

“You’re not exactly the most civil with the guy.”

“That’s cause he’s an ass, but I’ll try my best.”

We engaged in a staring contest for five seconds, until I gave in, nodding in defeat. “Fine. But if I get a call from my brother in law-”

“You won’t!” She raised her hands in surrender. “I promise. Now, you and Jenny need to get to work before Beau rings you up.”

“God forbid he does.” I joked.

“C’mon, he hasn’t had the heart to tell you off after you found the hostages a few weeks ago, one of them happening to be his daughter. Another Darlene.” Jenny teased, nudging me playfully.

“You two are really keen on setting us up, hm?” I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head. “You know I’m not that keen on dating. Not after…” I trailed off with a frown. It was a sore memory, one that ended with me waking up at the bar with five empty shot glasses and a bill with far more drinks than I’d usually take.

“After Harry.” She sighed, patting my shoulder. “He wasn’t your fault. After all, he did the deed.”

“He doesn’t know what he lost.” Cassie added sympathetically. “The ass.”

“I wanna kick him in the nuts.” Olivia added, making us all raise an eyebrow.

“That’s fair.”

“And on all of our minds.” Jenny grinned.

“I can’t even be mad.” I sighed, then kissed Olivia’s forehead. “Be good, ok? If I get a good report, I’ll make you an ice cream sundae tonight.” As Cassie and Jenny opened their mouths to speak, I held up a finger. “You guys get one too.”

I walked into the sheriff’s department with Jenny, and the first person we saw was Beau Arlen himself. “Well, ain’t it my favourite deputies?” He sauntered over with that charming grin of his, looking between us. “Hoyt.”

“Beau.” Jenny smiled.

“Sheriff.” I chuckled, running my hand through my hair.

“C’mon, Belle, call me Beau.” Beau chuckled, gesturing to himself. “No formalities here.” The statement made me laugh, but I shook my head, looking down at my feet before back up into those twinkly green eyes.

“I’ll try my best, Sheriff.” I teased with a grin, then took a sharp breath in, looking around. “Any cases today?”

“A missing person’s case.” Beau’s expression changed slightly as he mentioned it. “Little girl named Harriet Brown, she was out playing in the front yard, parents were arguin’, when they come out, girl’s gone.”

“My god.” I whispered, then cleared my throat. “We should get on the case, and quick.” I pouted slightly, sucking in air through my teeth. “Any leads? License plate? Footage? Maybe someone who has a grudge?”

“Closest to a match we have as an enemy is the girl’s stepfather, Will Brown. And by parents arguing, I mean the birth father and mother arguin’.”

“Stepfather, what, lays claim to the kid?” I asked, concerned. I knew what that was like all too well (and by that I mean the outskirts of those feelings), and if that was the case…

“Possibly. He’s the only recent frequent visitor.” Beau frowned at the look on my face, tilting his head a little in curiosity. “You look a lil’ green around the gills there, Deputy. You doin’ ok?”

I shared a look with Jenny, who subtly patted my wrist, signalling me to speak up. I jolted out of my thoughts, nodding and putting on a smile that I felt didn’t quite reach my eyes. “‘Course, Sheriff. I’m always ok.”

“You sure?”

“Deadly.”

Beau looked at me for a bit, trying to gauge my reaction, before nodding resignedly and patting me on the shoulder with a small smile. “A’ight. But if anythin’ comes to mind, do tell.”

“Gotcha.” I nodded, my blue eyes looking into his green ones. After I’d met Beau on his first day as acting sheriff, he’d understood me. He knew I was raising Olivia, albeit had never met her, and related to that with his own little girl. Emily was an angel, and I guess I became more of one after he found me getting along well with someone who was his world. As well as that, after the incident with Buck Barnes, I’d managed to find the hostages, including Darlene and Emily, getting them out.

Ever since then, it’s like he treats me as if I’m God’s gift to him. I was just doin’ my job.

I breathed in, then released a deep on through my mouth. “Let’s hit the house, Jen.”

“You got it, Elle.” Jenny smiled. I picked up my jacket, adjusting the photo of my sister and I on my desk as I put it on with a sad smile.

“I miss ya, Lucy. Truly.”

I was in Beau’s truck, the landscape flying by as we made our way to the Brown’s house. The atmosphere was uncomfortably silent - damn the awkwardness of social interactions sometimes - but somehow Beau made coping with silence look easier than it felt. He wore an easy smile, waffling on about fishing with a charmingly boyish look in his eyes that I’d come to recognise and find adorable.

“While I love talking and yapping about fish to the point your ears fall off, Belle, but, uh, don’t you wanna get that?” I was snapped out of my reverie, finding that my ringtone was playing with the name Dean flashing on my screen over the green circle of light representing the button to accept the call, which I’d gladly do.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” My face lit up as I pressed the ‘accept’ button, bringing the phone to my ear. “Dean, hey!”

‘Isa, hi.’ I heard a cheery voice from the other end. This was Olivia’s birth father, Dean Barlowe, who I preferred in spades to Markham Leeds. I never understood why Lucy and Dean had split up in the first place, since Dean was the best father I’d ask for where Liv is concerned. We hadn’t had contact in months, but this was a pleasant surprise. ‘How’ve you been?’

“Oh, now I feel brilliant.” I laughed, looking out the window. “How about you? It’s been goddamn months, I’ve been dyin’ for a call.”

‘Well, I’m feeling great now too. It’s always nice to talk to you. A familiar face.’

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” I nodded with a happy sigh. “Are you holding up ok? After… Lucy? It’s been a while, but it hit you pretty hard too.”

‘Doing better, if that counts.’ I heard a pause on the other end. ‘Hey, do you think Liv would mind if I pop over for a visit in a week’s time?’

“For her birthday, right?”

‘Yeah. Mark wouldn’t be too mad, right?’

“Who gives a damn about Markham, just come over, ok?” I smiled, and I could practically hear his own relieved one on the other end of the line. “Liv’s gonna love the surprise, don’t you worry.”

‘You know exactly what to say to soothe my nerves, don’t you?’

“Hey, it’s nothin’. Just being a dutiful sister in law.” I saw an exit sign that said we were almost at the house, so I decided to wrap it up. “Hey, uh, Dean, I’m about to start working a case, so I’ll chat later.”

‘Ah, right. Thanks, Isa. Bye.’

“Bye.” I cut the call, and found Beau smirking at me, his eyebrow raised slightly. “What?”

“You seem real chummy with this Dean fella.” He snickered knowingly, but I shook my head rapidly.

“No, no, no. He’s my brother in law.”

“Wait, this is the ex-husband of your late sister?” Beau nodded approvingly. “By the way you’re talkin’ to him, he seems like he’s got his name written in your good books with sparkly gold ink. Unlike Mark.”

“Well, Mark’s an ass.”

“Markham is an ass.”

Beau, Jenny and I were flicking through the security tapes of the Brown house the day their little girl Harriet was kidnapped. “Look, there.” I pointed to the screen, where a man was approaching. “It’s our stepfather.”

“Damn straight.” Beau nodded, leaning forward to ID the guy’s face. “Yep, that’s him. And he just scooped the girl up gave her a lollipop and high-tailed it.”

“We need to get this girl back.” Jenny sighed, her expression pensive as she peered at the screen.

“We got an idea on where she could be taken?”

“Possibly his cabin. Witness accounts show that he’s been buyin’ a lot of bedding, more than you’d need.” I frowned, then stood up. “We need to bust this guy and fast.” I didn’t know exactly why, but this was pissing me off. A stepfather, kidnap his own stepdaughter.

“Let’s bust a crooked stepfather.” Jenny got up, and so did we, heading out the door, running to our cars as Jenny texted me the address, which I put into Beau’s GPS. We quickly got in, and Beau floored it.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.” We got out at the same time as Jenny, making our way across the front yard before I tried the handle of the door, finding it locked. I nodded to Beau, who reared up and kicked the door open, all of us putting up our guns as we stormed the house. Jenny went to check the kitchen and living room, Beau heading upstairs while I took the basement. I crept down the stairs, treading light in fear of startling Will. I gently tried the door, hearing a little girl whimpering. Then I spotted a middle aged man holding a gun, and a small brunette girl hugged my legs, terrified.

“It’s ok.” I whispered, training my gun on Will Brown. “It’s ok, sweetheart. As for you,” My eyes focused on the man, “Sheriff’s department, put your hands where I can see ‘em-” He fired, and my trigger was pulled in a quick response, aiming for his shoulder while his bullet got me clean in the gut, which was caused by me moving to protect Harriet at the same time. The little girl screamed, while Beau and Jenny started yelling from upstairs. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down as Harriet crawled up to me, looking terrified.

“He hurt you.” She whispered, crying, but I shushed her and brought her head to my shoulder, ignoring the riddling pain in an attempt to soothe this little girl.

“Hey, it’s-” I was overcome by a cough as my hand moved to stem the flow of blood, “it’s ok, sweetheart. Perfectly fine, you’re safe, ok?” I stroked her hair, closing my eyes briefly as the red liquid stained my fingers. My head spun from how damn painful it was, like a thousand daggers piercing one spot on me, driving in slowly. “Just calm down for me, my friends are coming.”

As if on cue, Beau and Jenny rushed in, and once they realised that my attacker and Harriet’s kidnapper was downed, their attention turned to me. Beau instantly knelt in front of me while Jenny checked up on Will, his expression freaked out and pale. “Jesus- Jesus holy Christ, Belle, we’re gonna need a paramedic. Hoyt, call it in, now!” Then he turned back to me, putting his hands over the bullet wound to put pressure. I coughed slightly, hissing, but I kept stroking Harriet’s hair, not wanting her to get too scared.

“Just get her out of here.” I nodded to Harriet. “I’ll hold on, just keep her safe.” My bloodied hand reached out to grip Beau’s bare forearm. “Take her home.”

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Preview of Chapter Two

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Staring Into the Blue

Pairing: Beau Arlen and Surrogate Daughter OC (Andi)

Warnings: self-worth issues, emotional hurt/comfort, andi has daddy issues and is hating life a little

A/N: i made this when i was half delirious/asleep and started thinking of my own relationship with my parents sooooo yeah... have fun with this one lol

Word Count: 2.2k

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Beau was new to this whole thing. As was Andi.

Andi was a nineteen-year-old girl who, for all intents and purposes, was Beau’s surrogate daughter. Emily still had a place in his heart, and always would, but Andi was… a special case. 

They had met when she was eighteen, freshly in college, and had one too many drinks one night which landed her in detainment, and ultimately had a talk with the sheriff. Being intoxicated, Beau’s initial rant about her needing to take better care of herself and how underage drinking was bad was undermined by Andi spilling her guts to him. Metaphorically speaking.

Andi didn't have parents. At least, not ones who cared about her all that much. As soon as she turned eighteen, they promptly threw her out of the house. Sure they had helped her get into college but they didn't care what happened after. Glad to get her out. 

So Beau took her in. Gave her a home. Loved her.

It was all so much for Andi. And made her think about her real parents. How happy they were without her. How happy they were not acknowledging they kicked their child out of their house to fend for herself just to be picked up and loved by a stranger. Beau didn't know her parents—he wasn't her honorary uncle or even a real uncle. He was the sheriff of Helena and a pretty good one at that. 

It took a while but Beau convinced Andi to live with him instead of the housing on campus. A month or so into Andi’s hopefully permanent stay at Beau’s house—he upgraded from the airstream but it was parked in his yard—it was nearly midnight when he woke up to soft music filtering into his room. Beau ran a hand through his hair and screwed his eyes shut for a moment before he sat up. That had to be Andi. And he felt compelled to check in on her.

Beau left his room and made his way to Andi’s, the music getting louder with each step he took. Which made him more and more concerned. 

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Just outside her door, Beau heard the faint noise of sniffling. Andi had been crying. His heart sunk in his chest. He knocked on the door. No answer. Beau pursed his lips as he turned the door handle. The sight behind it made his heart ache. 

Under the low light of Andi’s blue fairy lights was her, sobbing on the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her glasses were abandoned on her bed with teardrop marks on the lenses. 

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

Beau rushed to be by her side, cradling her head as it lay on his chest. He set his chin on top of her head, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her. It seemed the tears rushed faster as he did. “I gotcha, I gotcha. It's okay.” He shushed softly. 

Andi clung onto Beau like a lifeline, crying into his chest and getting tears on his shirt. He didn't care. He wanted Andi to be okay. And if that meant he had to hold onto her like this then he didn't care. 

He petted her hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “It's alright. I'm here.” Beau resisted the urge to cry too. He had never seen Andi like this before, even when they met. “Please tell me what's wrong.” Beau insisted softly, pulling Andi away from him for a moment. Her skin felt cold. He didn't like this. 

Andi sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I…” She wanted to. She really did, but it was hard. 

“You know me, sweetheart, I'm not gonna judge. Okay?” Beau cupped Andi’s cheek. He could sense she was hesitant. Their relationship was fresh but Andi trusted him enough with other stuff. Enough to live with him. 

A new wave of tears rolled down Andi’s cheeks. “I know.” Her voice was small. Her eyes screwed shut as a sad smile crossed her face. “God, I wish my real parents were like you.” She admitted with a harbored breath. “My dad especially. I-I don't understand what I did wrong. What I did to deserve what they did to me. Was I not enough? Was it because I was a girl? He and my brothers were fine. He-He never–” A choked sob escaped her. 

Beau frowned, pulling her back into his chest. He closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. 

“He never told me loved me.” Andi cried into his chest, voice muffled. “Never told me he was proud of me. I-I don't understand. He's my dad, i-isn’t he supposed to love me? That's his job.” 

Beau felt a few tears stinging his eyes as well. He couldn't imagine being that type of person. That type of father. He loved Emily so much it hurt sometimes. Andi too. To be the type of father to, quite frankly, never pay attention to his child was an alien concept to him. One that was very much real. And one that saddened Beau. 

He squeezed Andi tighter and pulled her into his lap. She was heavier than what he was used to but it didn't matter. What mattered was comforting her as much as possible. He didn't know if he could ever change her mind about her self-worth, at least, not in the moment. But this kind of touch would help. He hoped it would. 

After a while, Andi’s tears died down and Beau brushed away the hairs from her face. He even wiped some tears away. “I know I can't… just replace your dad, as unfortunate as that sounds. You had eighteen years with him. That won't just disappear. But I can try to help ease some of that pain, show you what a real parent should be like.” Beau whispered softly. “I love you as I would my own daughter. I'll be so proud of you at your concert next week, I'll clap and cheer so loud they might have to kick me out. I love you.”

Andi sniffled. The words meant so much to her and she knew Beau was telling the truth. He had a record to back it up. He never missed one of her recitals, a soccer game she had, or an event she really wanted to go to. 

Before she ever moved in, Beau was Andi’s plus one to a lot of things. A chaperone in some sense but Beau just loved seeing her smile. They went to a few markets around the city with her college friends, saw quite a few movies in his airstream, and—at the end of the day—he would always give her a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

“I love you too.” Andi breathed. It was the first time she'd said it back.

Beau had a habit of slipping it behind a sentence or saying it when they said goodbye. Andi didn't mind. She liked hearing it. But she had never said it back or even said it first. Beau was okay with that. He wanted to earn it. 

And he did. 

It was bittersweet, though. He was glad but his heart still ached. All he wanted was to take all that hurt from Andi and throw it in a locked box somewhere. Maybe throw that into the depths of the ocean. But he couldn’t. And it pained him that he couldn't. Andi didn't deserve those sorry excuses of parents. And maybe she didn't deserve Beau either but he was going to try. 

Beau hugged her close, closing his eyes as he rocked her side to side. Andi wrapped her arms around Beau’s torso. Her breathing calmed as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. 

It was silent for a while, her music had died down a while ago into a soft instrumental. “Sweetheart?” Beau asked softly. He had a small, but hopefully effective, idea 

“Hm?” Andi hummed. She felt a little better hence the crying stopped but there was still an emptiness in her chest.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Beau knew it was a tactic mostly used for little kids. Where if he could squeeze her tight enough that would make everything better. But Andi was legally an adult so he wasn't completely sure.

Andi bit the inside of her lip and drew in a small breath. Her parents didn't do this when she was sad. Hell, her parents barely even noticed when she was sad. She simply nodded.

Beau lifted the covers over Andi before he got in bed next to her. She held onto Beau. He quickly did the same. 

Andi was an adult. But not really. She was a child who had never felt like she had any real comfort in her life until Beau came along. Andi wasn't even sure she could pinpoint a time she was genuinely happy in a while. Physical comfort didn't fix everything but it sure helped a lot. She didn't get that much as a child but she did now.

Beau was so affectionate that it almost made Andi cry. Small things like a touch on her shoulder as he left or a kiss on her forehead. Hell, a simple thumbs-up while she was on stage made Andi feel so warm. And so loved.

That was part of the reason this whole mess started in the first place. Andi loved Beau and wouldn't trade him for the world but a part of her wondered why her father couldn't be like him so she didn't need to have Beau in the first place. Why couldn't he be the type of father that supported his child? Who made it known that he was proud of her every day even if it could be a little embarrassing? Who hugged her every single time they met after they were apart? 

Beau rubbed Andi’s back, playing with her hair. He found that it calmed her after a while. “I can stay home tomorrow. We can watch Book of Life, make fresh brownies, and have ‘em with ice cream.” He suggested softly. 

Book of Life was her favorite movie. And warm brownies with vanilla ice cream was one of her comfort foods. She didn't eat it often. 

“Okay,” Andi mumbled, a soft smile making its way onto her lips. “I would be a sorry excuse for an older sister.” 

Beau’s eyebrows furrowed. “What makes you say that?” 

Emily and Andi knew of each other but they hadn't quite met yet since Emily still lived with Carla in Texas and she hadn't made her way up to Montana to see her father in a while. He knew adoption was off the table but he was as close to a father as Andi could have, ultimately making her family. And making her and Emily sisters. 

Andi shook her head. “Forget I said that.” Beau pursed his lips, glancing down at her. She let out a breath through her nose. “I just… I'm the youngest in my family anyway and—I dunno—I don't feel right. I guess. I'm not a role model. I'm not–”

“I think you are.” Beau cut in. He hated when Andi talked bad about herself which unfortunately happened a lot. “You have your hands in a lot of different clubs, you excel in your classes, and you fight for what's right.” Beau hugged Andi close. “We can work on it feeling right but… You're a far better role model than me.”

Andi scoffed. Beau may not have been open about everything that happened in his life but, for a middle-aged man, it was far better than any other man Andi had ever encountered before. He was affectionate with just about everyone in his life, co-workers, friends, Andi’s friends, Carla, and Emily. Maybe Beau wasn't perfect but he was already doing better than Andi’s father. 

Beau thought Andi drifted off to sleep until she said, “I'm glad you're in my life.” He could tell she was trying to starve off sleep by the sound of her voice. 

“Me too.” Beau admitted softly, an absentminded smile on his face. 

Beau thought Emily was the limit to his love. But then Andi came along and suddenly there was more love to give. There was no rationing of his heart, it only grew. And he couldn't fathom it for a while. Andi wasn't his child, not biologically, but he loved her as if she was. 

With Emily away, it was hard for Beau to function properly. That was his daughter and she was hours and hours away. Of course, it still was but it was a little easier with Andi. He thought the world of her and couldn't comprehend how she didn't think the same. 

If Beau ever did meet Andi's parents, he couldn't imagine it'd go well. He'd likely end up in a detainment cell while Andi's father ended up in the ICU.

#jensen ackles x oc #jensen ackles #supernatural #spn #big sky season 3 #big sky s3 #big sky #beau arlen x oc #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen #which one is it? oc or reader... we'll never know #beau arlen x daughter reader #beau arlen and daughter relationship #father daughter relationship #whump writing #fluff

[queenofallerdalehall]

MUST BE THE SEASON OF THE WITCH (ANOTHER FALL UPDATE VOL. 3)

October is here!! Halloween has officially begun! Spooky season is upon us again. The season of horror movies, demons, ghosts, ghouls and serial killers.  Our favorite season ;) 

So another Halloween Project, our third one, is in the works. Storyboards have been created, drafts have been filled, and songs have been selected.

In the upcoming weeks leading up to Halloween, we are gonna be posting our gifsets, edits, and videos. All of which are horror-themed and inspired by various horror films and scary stories. From the first week of October until Halloween, we will be posting 2 videos a week on our channel TheViolentDelightsProductions . As some of you know our original channel got taken down by youtube recently and we are working on rebuilding it. So we are very excited to be posting more stuff and we hope that you will check them out and like what you see. And in the meantime, we will be posting edits and gifsets over here on our blog @violentdelightsproductions

Finally, consider this update a blanket content warning. Most of the upcoming works include graphic themes such as horror, blood, violence, murder or attempted murder, flashing lights, death, bodily harm, self harm, guns, knives, strong language, suggestive or mild sexual content ( but not sexual violence),flashing lights etc.

Hope all of you gals and ghouls have an amazing spooky season and hope to see all of you around as we celebrate the best time of the year. 

Stay tuned. More spooks to come soon~~

 -A

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x oc #supernatural oc #supernatural fanfiction #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x female reader #alec mcdowell x oc #alec mcdowell #beau arlen x oc #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen #Deborah Ann Woll #jensen ackles x deborah ann woll #Halloween #spooky season #october 31 #horror movies #scary stories #must be the season of the witch

[marvelwitchergilmore]

I Can Feel You

Summary; Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (or reader if you wish) -> Agent Sandy Fletcher is brought to Montana to help on a case.

Warning: Swearing, Violence (crimial minds level - not a tie in), mentions of tortue, fluff (kinda) towards the end, angst.There is also an SPN reference if you can spot it.

They had plastered her as a rookie. Made it out that she didn’t know much but she knew just over the normal amount to pass every test in the field. 

By the gods were they wrong. 

Agent Sandy Fletcher arrived in Montana in the early hours of Thursday morning. She was picked up by Deputy Poppernak who kept her both entertained and up-to-date on the case at hand. 

She had been given her orders by her Chief. He wanted her away from town for a while. And, even though he wished that he didn’t have to, he needed to. Sandy needed out of Oregon. At least for a while. 

“Tell me, is your Sheriff as talkative as you?”

Popp blushed a little. “Sorry. I’m talking too much.”

Sandy smiled. “Oh, no. It’s nice. The people I’m usually with don’t speak more than two words a day.”

Popp went on to explain a few things about Sheriff Beau Arlen and his deputy Hoyt. “I’ve heard good things so far.” Sandy assured Popp. 

By the time she arrived at her home for the following however-many weeks, Sandy managed to grab a few hours of sleep before heading into the station at 8am. 

And they got straight onto the case. 

A double act. Childhood friends turned into a serial killer duo. They’d kidnap the helpless and weak, keep them alive for a few days but in the meanwhile make them wish they were dead until finally…they’d grant the victim one final wish. 

To let them die. 

It was better than going through the pain again and again and again. 

But it was two weeks after Sandy had joined the team and was with Beau, Denise, Cassie and Jenny that she was taken from them. 

The duo had been watching Denise’s house the entire evening, waiting for someone to come outside alone and be distracted long enough to be taken out. 

It just so happened to be Sandy. 

She had offered to take out the trash since Denise had cooked, Cassie and Jenny were handling the pots and Beau was clearing the dining room. 

But after 5 minutes, Beau popped his head outside from the backdoor to shout Sandy back inside. 

“She still not back yet?” Beau had smiled as he entered and Jenny took the stacked plates from his hands. 

“Wonder if she got lost?”

Beau chuckled and popped his head around the door. “Hey, Sandy! You get lost?”

But then nothing. 

Not a single thing. 

“Sandy?”

Beau looked back inside, the other three growing a little more concerned. “Sandy?”

Beau walked outside and around the corner cautiously. 

On the floor was the trash bag open, pouring its contents onto the grass whilst the lid was thrown across the lawn. 

“Hoyt!”

Jenny shot outside of the door and came to his side. “Where is she?”

Three sets of footprints. Sandy’s and two others. 

They’d got to her. 

Storming inside the station, Beau gave out his instructions to his officers, giving Hoyt things to follow up on and asking Cassie to keep Denise by her side at all times. 

“We don’t know how long they’d been watching us but I’m gonna guess the whole night.”

“Beau?”

“I need every officer reporting back to either myself or Hoyt. You go out in pairs. You do not-”

“Beau?”

“Separate from your partner-”

“Beau!” Poppernack shouted, finally catching his boss’ attention. “Look.”

Popp picked up the remote on his desk and cast the live tape from his inbox to the Tv screen. 

Sandy. 

She was out cold. A single lightbulb was somewhere, lighting her up just enough for them to all see the damage that had been done. 

She had blood dripping from her nose, cuts across her cheeks and collar bone. She had bruises around her eye but they’d hit her so it wouldn’t swell up. 

They wanted the station to know it was her. 

Everyone watched in silence, waiting for something to happen.

“It’s live, too. They’re streaming it but I can’t get a location.”

“Keep trying.” Beau was holding back every emotion he could so he simply sounded deflated. His eyes never once left the screen, even as he walked the few steps towards a desk to sit against it. 

Popp nodded and continued to try and find her. 

For a few moments, nothing happened and then a groan. 

Slowly, Sandy was coming around. Her head felt heavy and her neck was sore. How long had she been out?

Squinting her eyes due to the light, she finally managed to find some strength again and then she saw him. 

Sandy closed her eyes and groaned. “Oh, it’s you.”

“You’re still alive I see?”

“I’m guessing you were expecting a different ending.”

The guy behind the camera stood up. “Perhaps.”

“What is it with villain's being so vague in their answers?” Sandy questioned. “You never just get straight to the point. You have to make a whole song and dance about it and even then you don’t get to your point!”

A loud smack came across her cheek. Her hair covered her face but opened up the back of her neck for the camera to see yet another cut and taser markings. 

“Well, aren’t you just the perfect gentleman?” Sandy looked back up to him. 

Sharply, he yanked at her hair and placed another hand under his chin harshly. 

“I wouldn’t speak to me like that if I were you, Alexandra.”

“Don’t call me that.” Sandy gritted. “You’re not my mother.”

“It’s your name, though? Isn’t it? Alexandra Fletcher. Special Agent. Only child- well, that’s not exactly true. Is it?”

Sandy laughed. “What? You been looking through my family’s medical records again? Wasn’t smart enough to become a doctor to get them legally so you stole them? That it? Oh, your parents must be so proud.”

He sharply gripped at her throat again. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Didn’t know this was your angle. Always thought this was Ernie’s method.” Sandy continued. 

“What’s she doing? She’s going to get herself killed!” That was the main comment coming from the officers until Beau shushed them all. 

“Where is Ernie by the way? I thought you two were attached by the…” Sandy looked down a little. “You know? Everything.”

He placed more pressure on her throat but before she felt herself begin to pass out, Ernie walked inside. 

“Let her go. I want to have some fun with this one. She’s special.”

“Thanks.” Sandy steadied her breathing. “Last person who called me that was my 5th grade teacher.”

“Humor? Is that your distraction?”

“More of my entertainment than anything.” Sandy shrugged. “The Sesame Street writers have really gone down the drain since they replaced some of the acts.”

Ernie threw back his head in a laugh as he picked out his tools. “Ha! Let me guess? We’re Bert and Ernie?”

“Congratulations, you have fucking ears. You mom must have been so proud when you finally listened to her.”

“Oh, she was. She asked me to kill her neighbor for her. The dog kept shitting in our garden.” He explained before lowering his top half to be eye-level with her. “Just one thing? Why Bert and Ernie?”

“Well…I’ve read your files. And you both seem to have this…ooh, what’s the word?” It hit her. “Codependency. Well, one of you does.” Sandy whispered before gesturing over to Bert. 

Ernie smiled. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

Ernie’s face changed, no surprise to Sandy and he swiped his knife across her as he distracted her by punching her gut. 

“Your folks ever tell you it’s not nice to beat on girls?”

“Pops encouraged it, actually. Said women needed to know their place in society. Thinking. Having an opinion. It wasn’t right.”

“Do you believe that?”

Ernie shrugged. “Not really. I have met some extraordinary women along the way.”

“Who you’ve killed along the way?”

“Most.”

“What about him?” Sandy nodded over to Bert. 

“Oh, he'd be too afraid of them to try.”

“Seems pretty confident to me.” Sandy argued. “I mean, he had me shaking in my boots before you came in here.”

“I’m sure he did.”

Beau and some more of the officers continued to watch in silence whilst Jenny stood over Popp’s shoulder, trying to find a location on Sandy. 

Beau’s eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of him looking for any sign or hint for where she might be. 

She couldn’t be that far. She’d only been gone 3 hours - although it felt longer. 

And clearly, they’d had tied for a while. 

“Where are you, Sandy?”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say? Perhaps to that Sheriff of yours?” Ernie now asked as he circled her before finally leaning down behind her. “I saw how he was looking at you at dinner.”

Sandy rolled her eyes, “Oh, brother.”

“Now, I might not be the best expert but even I know when a guy is into you.”

“Why? Did you catch yourself in the mirror when checking Bert out?”

Ernie gave a harsh, fake smile. “Funny,”

“Oh, no. Please. Do continue.” Sandy’s voice was laced in sarcasm as she watched Ernie walk away. 

“You laugh, but I guess…part of you hopes I’m right.”

Sandy didn’t say anything but simply shot him a look of slight confusion for him to continue. 

“Because I also saw how you looked at him?”

“And how did I look at him?”

Ernie turned around and lent against his weapons table as another blade sat comfortably in his hands. “Like you’d do anything for him.”

Sandy thought about it for a moment. “Hhm, maybe. But he is my colleague so…maybe not anything.”

“Please, you were planning your wedding invitations.”

“Actually, it was our joint grave stone.” Sandy corrected. “Much like you with your very own partner in crime. I mean, there is a lovely plot of land for you out in the field. I mean, watching the stars from the little pond by that old willow tree? It would be very peaceful.”

“Sounds like you’ve found your own resting place.”

Sandy smiled, “Maybe.”

She could only hope that Beau or someone caught onto what she was saying. 

And he did.

Beau gave the order and after a final few minutes, they’d found the spot. 

For any main road, it would take just over an hour. 

“Okay, I need squad cars, Popp take Alpha,” Beau then pointed to a few more officers and gave them their orders. 

“Stream this to my phone.” Beau told Popp and the moment they got into Beau’s car, Jenny turned up the volume. 

“Is she okay?”

“I think.”

“You think? What do you mean-”

“Beau, she’s okay.” Jenny assured him. “She’s just sitting there watching them.”

“Okay.”

“She’ll be okay, Beau.” Jenny reassured him. “She’s tougher than we think.”

Beau couldn’t talk. He just nodded and pressed his foot on the gas. 

By the time they arrived, Beau and the others all switched off their headlights and sirens as they got closer to the barn. 

Once the SWAT and officers were surrounding the building, SWAT kicked down the door and they all entered. 

If Beau wasn’t so determined, the sight he was met with, he would have frozen. 

SWAT took care of the serial duo whilst Jenny searched the rest of the barn for evidence to further the conviction. 

Beau searched around the place before finally reaching Sandy, holstering his gun and leaning down. 

“Beau Arlen,” Sandy smiled in a weak laugh. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Beau smiled as he quickly untied her and let her rest her weight against his arms as he helped her stand. 

“Could say the same for you, Sweetheart.”

Sandy smiled weakly as he took her in his arms and helped her walk outside to the medics. 

“Are you sure you can walk?”

“Beau, I have been through this a million times. I’m fine.”

As much as Beau would have once upon a time pushed her comment aside, he couldn’t. “What?”

“I’ll explain later, can we just..hurry?”

By the time Beau helped her out and got her to the medics, she was being rushed into hospital. 

“They haven’t cut too deep. I should only need a couple of stitches.”

“Try 30.” The paramedic said in response. “Maybe more.”

Beau gave Sandy ‘that’ look but she just rolled her eyes. “What?”

“How can you be so calm about this? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Beau, I told you I’m fine.”

And she said the same when he finally was alone with her in her medical room once her nurse had finished the final stitches. 

“You keep saying you’re fine-”

“Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?”

“Sandy.”

“Beau.” She copied his tone. 

Then he gave her that look again. 

And she folded. 

“Okay. So maybe the reason I was sent here wasn’t just to help out.” Sandy explained. “There had been a few incidences, back in Oregon. I worked a couple of cases in the Organised Crime Unit and - long story short - they found me. Tied me up in their grandmother’s basement and said if I didn’t join them I’d be…swimming with the fishes, if you will.”

“But this isn’t on-”

“My record? I know. It’s for highly classified officials to know, only.” Sandy nodded. “It was both for my protection, should any of the family somehow make their way into the databases and for any future employers I may have. Being tortured by a crime boss isn’t exactly something that would sell when trying to get a job in law enforcement.”

“When did it happen?”

“A few years back.”

“And have you-”

“Received counseling? Yeah. Just over 18 months and now we talk every couple of months.”

Beau nodded and hung his head. “Beau? Look at me?”

Beau looked up. 

“I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m okay.” Sandy assured him in a soft voice. She reached out and took his hand. “Can you feel me? I can feel you.”

Beau squeezed her hand lightly. “I can feel you.”

Beau then pulled her into a tight hug which she gave back just as tight. He almost lost her tonight and yet she had been acting like nothing had happened. 

But, just as Beau’s arms began to relax around her, Sandy’s arms tightened. 

“Not yet.”

It was only two words, but Beau knew. Beau knew she was falling. That she was about to collapse beneath the weight of everything that had just happened. 

Eventually, Sandy let go and moved back to wipe her eyes. “When these pain meds wear off, I might need your help. I love Denise but she scares me.”

Beau nodded. “Oh, me too.”

Sandy smiled. “Thank you for finding me.”

“Thank you for telling me where you were.”

#beau arlen #big sky #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x oc #sheriff beau arlen #jenny hoyt #deputy poppernak #cassie dewell #montana #criminal minds level violence #jensen ackles #beau arlen x fe!oc #beau arlen x fe!reader #little fluff #angst #long one shot

[violentdelightsproductions]

This Is Halloween ( aka Another Fall Update)

October is here!! Halloween has officially begun! Spooky season is upon us again. The season of horror movies, demons, ghosts, ghouls and serial killers.  Our favorite season ;) 

So it’s about time for us to get creative. Another Halloween Project is in the works. Storyboards are being created, drafts are being filled, songs are being selected. Hopefully we will manage to to get everything set and ready in time for Halloween. May the spirit of Halloween assist us in our efforts. 

The upcoming weeks leading up to Halloween we are gonna be posting our gifsets, edits and videos. All of which are horror themed and inspired by various horror films and scary stories. This year’s posting schedule is not set yet but we will be posting videos, gifsets and edits all 4weeks leading up to Halloween. And in the meantime we will be reblogging our last year’s creations. 

Also consider this update a blanket content warning. Most of the upcoming works include graphic themes such as horror, blood, violence, murder or attempted murder, flashing lights, death, bodily harm, self harm, guns, knives, strong language, suggestive or mild sexual content ( but not sexual violence),flashing lights etc.

Hope all of you gals and ghouls have an amazing spooky season and hope to see all of you around as we celebrate the best time of the year. 

Stay tuned. More spooks to come soon~~

 -A

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x oc #supernatural oc #supernatural fanfiction #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x female reader #alec mcdowell x oc #alec mcdowell #beau arlen x oc #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen #Deborah Ann Woll #jensen ackles x deborah ann woll #Halloween #spooky season #october 31 #horror movies #scary stories #must be the season of the witch

[welldonebeca]

The Triplets (9)

WC: 4.3k words Warnings: Smut. Foursome. Dirty talking. Fluff. Voyeurism. Brotherly competition. A bit of exhibitionism. Praising kink. Threesome. Multiple orgasms. Sloppy seconds/thirds. Some ass slapping. Anal play. Degrading kink. Sex pictures. Video taping. Daddy kink. Uncle kink. Rough sex. Aftercare. Cuddling. Unsafe sex. 

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The moment they stepped inside, Ben was already pulling Lizzie to him, big hands possessive as they grabbed her waist, and she gasped in surprise before Beau scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey!" his brother protested.

"Talking, Ben," he walked to the couch. "That's what we are doing."

She couldn't even protest as he carried her away, leaving him huffing.

"I got blue balls now, you know?" he asked. "It's very serious."

"Good thing both your hands function," Dean quipped. "And you can use them."

Beau carried Lizzie to the living room, and brought her down to the same stupid couch where everything happened, placing her on his lap.

"Shouldn't I get dressed?" she asked, fidgeting in the big hoodie and little shorts she'd managed to put on.

But he placed his hand around her waist and kissed her shoulder.

"It's fine," he assured her. "We just want to talk, okay?"

The other two sat down, and she could see Ben pouting as they fell into silence, and she couldn't quite pick who she was even looking at.

"Well..." Dean spoke slowly. "Hm."

Beau rubbed her thigh gently.

"You should know," he spoke gently. "That if you don't want anything with us. That if you ever feel like this isn't a relationship you want to get into, you don't have to do so."

"We don't expect sex as rent, that's what he means," Ben crossed his arms. "Those are different things."

She nodded. Lizzie knew that already! They were good people, good men!

They would never, ever, force her into anything. She was the problem!

"I know," she assured them. "I just... I need you to know you guys don't need to do anything! You don't need to pretend for me!"

Beau squeezed her.

"Pretend?" he asked.

She looked back at him.

"You're brothers," Lizzie reminded them. "And I don't want to stand between you, I don't want you to think you have to pretend you are alright with anything I do, because I'm a guest in your house and one of your brothers might like me!"

She turned to face Ben and Dean.

"The way I feel..." she took in a deep breath. "I wish I could say one of you makes me feel this way, but it is not true. All of you do, and I know it is so wrong and-"

"Bullshit," Ben interrupted her.

Lizzie deflated and Beau stiffened behind her, his grip turning protective.

"I know, it's hard to understand," she told him. "But my feelings..."

"Not your feelings," he stopped. "Your feelings make sense. Them being wrong? That's bullshit."

He leaned closer to her, green eyes hard and so certain it made her shiver.

"I want to be with you, Dean wants to be with you, Beau wants to be with you," he listed. "You want to be with us. Everyone is an adult, everyone is sober, everyone is mentally... not too bad."

Dean chuckled by his side.

"What is stopping us?" Ben asked.

Lizzie looked an answer, but gasped when he stood, grabbed her face and kissed her.

She got wet right there and then.

Well, it wasn't like she wasn't already from being fucking in the kitchen, but being kissed by him while on Beau's lap and with Dean watching?

Yes, it was something extra.

"I thought we were here to talk," Dean spoke very loudly.

"We are," Beau growled behind her. "Do you think of anything but sex?"

But someone tugged on her shirt, pulling it up, and she gasped when Ben moved up to her tits, caressing her nipples with rough thumbs.

"Can you, when she looks so pretty when she is turned on?" he pulled back, speaking against her hips.

Beau moved under her, as if to move her away, and she stood up, pressing her chest to Ben's hands.

"Lizzie," he called behind her.

Ben pinched her nipple, tugging on it, and she moaned.

"Please," she whined.

She hadn't even cum!

"You wanna be all high and mighty, then check for yourself," Ben commanded. "Pull those little shorts, check if she's enjoying it."

But she pulled away from him, and Ben and Beau followed her with their eyes and she stood before them, and Lizzie tried her best to look sexy as she moved her hands to her shirts and pushed them down, stripping for them.

Could she make a little show with two pieces? She could try.

The three watched her silently, and she took in a deep breath before pulling off the big sweatshirt, and Dean inhaled when she revealed her ass.

Oh, he was still behind her, wasn't he?

Lizzie pulled it up and up, until her tits were out too, and tried to look elegant as she threw it from over her head.

She looked back at Dean, finding him licking his lips, and Ben chuckled.

"This is better than any strip show," he joked. "If only I had some ones..."

"Shut up, she's not a stripper," Beau gruffed.

She looked back at them, and they were all seated, watching.

Waiting for who would take the first step, maybe?

She was about to pick for them when she felt Dean's hand behind her, squeezing her ass and pulling her.

"Let me have my own share," he whispered into her ear.

Lizzie giggled, touching his face and turning around, kissing his lips and touching his chest.

"If you are going to hoard her, at least let us see," Ben complained.

Dean, though, pulled her to his lap, making her straddle him, and pulled Lizzie up to kiss her neck.

"You can watch her bubble ass as she bounces on my cock," he grabbed her hips.

She gasped when he moved his lips to her sensitive nipple, biting sweetly and sucking on it.

"Dean," she gasped.

His hand spread her legs, and she tried to arch her ass to the other boys.

She could hear the moment they saw her pussy, the way they inhaled in deep.

Lizzie's attention was taken back when Dean pushed his fingers into her cunt, and almost didn't hear as someone walked away.

Was everything alr-

"Fuck, you're still a little loose from Ben fucking you," he hissed. "Taking cock so well, baby... you didn't even wait for us to join you."

She whined, feeling her face hot.

Not like she knew they wanted to join.

"Did he make you feel good, baby?" he licked her other breast. "Did my dumb brother make you cum?"

She squirmed.

"Well..." Lizzie mumbled.

Dean stopped.

"What is it?" Beau asked, and she could hear him moving.

Dean pushed his fingers into her hair, making her fall with her head on his chest, and fucked her slowly with his fingers.

"He didn't make her cum!" he exclaimed, outraged.

Beau pinched her nipples.

"That won't do," he decided. "Not even getting fucked made her cream?"

She squirmed, basking in the mix of being paid such attention to, but being spoken over as if she wasn't even there.

Beau pulled her, making her stand up, and Lizzie gasped when Dean turned her around quickly.

"I guess we do need to do all the work here, hm?" Beau hummed, kissing her lips.

Lizzie melted into his arms and his sweet, sweet kiss, already, and just let him manhandle her back into Dean's lap, this time facing away from him.

She barely processed when the head of Dean's cock poked her entrance, and mewled when she felt the tip entering her.

"We're going to make you cum, pretty girl," he pulled out, rubbing his head on her clit before moving back and then pushing into her again.

Beau pulled his hand, and she whimpered when he rested his forehead on hers and reached between her legs, caressing her clit with his fingers.

Lizzie moaned loudly as his brother pushed in, filling her up quickly.

"Such a good girl," he praised, finger circling her clit a little tighter. "She swallows up cock so good."

She moaned, throwing her head back, and didn't have time to whine when Beau pulled away from her.

He knelt between her legs and when she looked down at him, the image was the most erotic thing she could have seen.

"Uncle Beau?" she asked softly.

His eyes connected with hers, and he leaned in close to her, sticking out his tongue and licking her clit like a little kitten.

"Just relax, baby girl," Dean put his hand on her waist, sitting her all the way down his thick cock. "Let us make you feel good."

He moved his hips under her, thrusts slow and deep, but Uncle Beau had his own pace.

His lips and his tongue were hungry on her clit, never leaving it, never stopping sucking and licking and playing with her, fast and hungry.

As if she could move at all between them as they did that.

Lizzie was so overstimulated, so overpleasured, she could only fucking take it.

"Fucking hell," Ben growled.

She looked opened her eyes, and he was standing a few steps away from them, watching them.

Dean held her down by her middle, and Beau squeezed her thighs.

Lizzie could only cry.

It was too fucking much.

"You couldn't make her cum," he spoke behind her. "We took over."

Ben huffed.

"I could!" he argued. "But you guys had to barge in before I even tried!"

Beau sucked on her clit harder, and her eyes nearly crossed.

Almost right after, Dean's cock brushed against her sweetest spot, and Lizzie cried out loud.

"Show him how pretty you can cum, sweetheart," he kissed her cheek.

"Fuck!"

Lizzie arched her hips, and gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place.

She moaned in pleasure, that exact move making her cum.

When she opened her eyes, Ben had his phone up.

"Smile for the came, sweet girl," he walked closer to them.

Dean grabbed her thighs, fucking her deeper as Beau fucking devoured her.

God, she almost came again just like that.

"Please," she whined.

Dean squeezed her neck a little more.

"Cum again, pretty girl," he commanded. "Cum on my cock before I fill you up."

She did, shaking on top of him, and Beau only pulled away from between her legs when she was done.

He kissed her lips with deep hunger, holding her by her hair as Dean fucked her fast and hard on the chair, using her.

Dean moaned under her, and she could feel the moment he filled her up.

It was so warm and tick, so filling.

She couldn't even enjoy the feeling, though, as Beau quickly pulled her up.

He pulled her, taking her right to the couch, and Lizzie gasped when he tossed her with her belly down, pulling her hips up and nudging her entrance with his cock.

"You want me to fuck you now, pretty girl?" he purred.

"Oh, come on!" Ben walked to you, his phone not in his hand anymore. "You've already fucked her!"

Beau moved his cock, rubbing her sensitive clit, and she gasped as he did.

"So what?"

She was so fucking sensitive.

"Beau," she whined.

"I won't fuck a loose pussy after you are done," Ben protested. "You two have fucked her already and when it was my turn you two just stopped it."

Beau dipped the tip into her, as if he didn't even care, and she whined.

Suddenly, he was taken away, and she opened her eyes to find Ben stumbling back from pushing Beau away, until his brother put him in a headlock.

Fuck, she shouldn't find that hot.

And yet her pussy fluttered, empty.

Needy.

Dean chuckled, and she looked at him, finding him watching them, very amused.

He was very used to that, wasn't he?

"Whoever fucks me last can fuck me longer," she blurted out.

Lizzie only processed her words when they were already out, and Beau smirked when their eyes connected, releasing Ben.

"Well," he stood straighter. "Go on, Benny. Have your turn. I don't mind having some sloppy thirds."

She was flustered at his words, but Ben didn't care.

"Make sure to try and make her cum this time, will you?" Dean teased him.

He scoffed, moving to her, and Lizzie looked back at him as he caressed the middle of her back.

"Where were you?" she whined.

Why had he left?

He pulled two things from his pocket, and her eyes widened, showing them off to her.

A butt plug.

And lube.

"I had a little plan for you," he hummed. "But I think we'll have to wait, hm?"

She gasped when he felt his cock nudging her.

"I guess tonight you're going to be our little cum dump."

"Ben," Dean called.

Ben scoffed behind her, rubbing her up and down.

"She might be small, but she is a big girl, Dean," he purred. "She's gonna lose her ass virginity at some point. Why not let her Uncle Ben be it?"

She moaned, feeling completely pathetic as he teased her pussy, up and down, up and down, up-

"Please," she whined. "Uncle Ben. Stop teasing me!"

He chuckled, and she jumped when he moved his fingers to caress her ass.

"Ben!" Dean argued.

She whined.

"It's alright," she moaned. "Dean!"

Ben poured something warm against her ass, and she gasped in surprise.

"Wrong name, baby girl," he corrected her, giving her ass a slap.

Lizzie whined.

"You two are so fucking easy on her," he grunted. "She's a needy slut who loves being teased."

She squirmed, closing her eyes when he circled her with his finger, cock brushing against her entrance.

"Ben," she whined.

"Lizzie," he cooed back, mocking her.

Beau scoffed, sitting on the couch, close enough that he could touch her face if he wanted to.

"Just hurry up already," he grunted.

Ben moved behind her, and he tossed something onto him.

"Make yourself useful," he commanded. "Take a picture."

She looked at Beau, and he was rolling his eyes, but took the phone on his lap anyway.

"Wanna be filmed, Lizzie?" he caressed her hair.

Her cheeks burned hot.

"Yes, uncle Beau."

He smirked, and angled the phone to get her face just as Ben teased her asshole, pushing his cock into her cunt very slowly.

"Do you think Ben can fuck your little brains out?" he cooed.

Lizzie nodded, and he took a hand to her face, pushing his fingers into her lips.

"Pretty, pretty girl," he hummed, fucking her mouth.

Ben pushed his cock inside her more, filling her again as his finger pushed a finger into her ass.

"Look at you," Beau fucked her with his fingers. "Eyes so glazy... must be feeling so good, little princess."

Fuck, she could hear how wet her pussy was.

"You are so slicky and squishy..." Beau purred. "Must be so, so easy to just slide in there."

"I can just slide in," Ben hummed.

And he did, pushing all the way into her and making her cry out, and Beau pulled his fingers from her mouth, petting her hair a bit.

They were so fucking big, all of them.

Lizzie's brain dripped from her ears at the thought of being fucked like that every day, filled and used.

"Fuck, suck a good cunt," Ben fucked her with his finger. "Want to have you seated on my cock while I work... gonna make you warm me up."

She whined.

"Please," she begged.

But Dean chuckled.

"What work?" he scoffed.

Ben bent down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"I'll fuck you during my shows," he whispered into her ear. "I've been thinking about getting a pussy to fuck, and now I got one for free."

She moaned in pleasure.

Wait, did he work with livestreams?

"We'll see how many times they'll allow me to make you cum," he bit her earlobe. "That might teach you, hm?"

Lizzie gasped, and he pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out and then pushing into her again.

"Ben!"

He chuckled.

"Teach me what?" she moaned.

He pulled his finger back, and when it came back, there were two of them.

"To be patient," he grunted. "And take what we give you. Maybe they'll drive the message better than me."

She moaned.

The thought of that made her feel so gooey.

Dozens... maybe hundreds of people watching her get fucked and used. Making her cum and cum until she was stupid.

His cock brushed against her sweet spot and Ben took a hand down, pinching her clit.

"Won't you love that?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please, Ben!"

He pulled his fingers out, and she gasped when he pushed the plug into her all the way in.

Before she could even react to it, he moved behind her, fucking her hard.

The way she moaned was embarrassing.

Beau put the camera on her face, missing the way his brother was using her, focused on her face.

She probably looked like the sluttiest of whores.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Daddy," she cried.

"Fuck," Beau growled.

Ben buried his cock into her cunt, moaning darkly and cumming deep in her, filling her up.

So much cum in her pussy, God...

Beau laughed at his brother.

"Couldn't hold back, Ben?" he teased, tossing his phone at him. "Move over. I'll show you two."

He panted behind her, still, patting the plug, and she whined.

"Shut up, Beau," he grunted. "Been hard for a fucking hour."

"Yeah, yeah," his brother scoffed. "Don't let the cum out."

But Ben didn't move, kissing her back at first.

"Take care of it for me, will you, pretty girl?" he twisted the toy inside her, making her whine. "I'll start training that ass tomorrow."

Ben pulled back from inside her, but she had no time to get used to being empty, and Beau pushed his cock inside her right away.

"Uncle Beau!"

"There's my pussy, missed it all day," he grunted. "So messy, dripping out all that seed."

She moaned, closing her eyes.

"Do you think that'll be enough to breed you?" he picked her up, sitting her on his lap facing his brothers.

Lizzie moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulders.

"But we can't!" she whined.

He took his hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.

"Oh, I've seen where that goes," Ben chuckled, phone pointed to her. "Sweet girl can't be bred by loved it so, so much."

Lizzie whined, squirming on top of him.

"But Ben!" she whined.

He clicked his tongue.

"No, sweetheart," he corrected her. "I'm daddy."

She pouted, squirming as Beau rubbed her clit.

"All that cum inside you," he purred. "I can feel how much you like it, I can feel your stupid cunt squeezing my cock."

Dean stood, walking to stand by her side, and pinched her nipples.

"Her tits are so small," he noted. "Imagine how big they'll get when we put our baby in her."

She could only moan, mind in a goo.

That couldn't feel hot. It shouldn't make her horny, it-

"Go on, baby," uncle Beau kissed her ear. "Cum for us while we breed you."

She came, crying and shaking on top of him, completely soft already, nearly light-headed.

"You're gonna let us use you just like that, won't you?" he made her bounce, Dean's fingers replacing his as Beau grabbed her hips, fucking her. "Gonna let us fill you up, fuck you deep."

"No need to find a job," Ben told her. "Just stay home, be our little stay-at-home girlfriend."

"Our girl," Beau grunted. "Now and forever."

He slammed into her hard, making her feel like her brain was just banging against the walls of her skull.

Again, she came, feeling like it would never even stop.

"I can't," she begged. "Can't cum anymore, please."

Dean pulled his fingers away, and Beau hugged her close as he used her, cumming inside her quickly as she floated in the pleasure of being thoroughly theirs.

She didn't miss the feeling of him cumming in her, and fell onto his shoulder as she kissed sweetly all over her face, shoulder and neck.

She felt someone between her legs, and Lizzie gasped when Beau pulled inside her and hands held her legs spread.

"Fuck, yes," Ben grunted from between her legs. "Look at all that cum, baby girl."

"Careful," Beau panted. "It's going to stain the couch."

"I'll deal with that," he assured him. "I've never stained it, not gonna be a first now."

She heard the sound of Dean gagging for a moment before Ben kissed her thigh and pulled back, and opened her eyes to look at them.

"Poor baby girl," Dean cooed, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around him weakly. "Let's take you to the bathroom to clean you."

Dean was very gentle with her, never lingering in a weird way, giving her a moment to pee - because UTIs aren't nice - and fixed her hair before carrying her to a very large and very comfy bed.

Lizzie scrunched her nose at being alone, but embraced the body that first lied by her side.

"You know, your room is surprisingly clean."

She looked up, picking up on Beau's voice, and Ben squeezed her.

"What's up with all the cameras?" Dean mumbled.

She looked around, surprised to see how many cameras he had set around, capturing his bed in many positions, all with their lenses covered.

"They are off, don't worry," he gruffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm not gonna waste my time putting them away for you."

Dean scoffed, and she felt the bed dip, and relaxed when she felt him embracing her closely, only in his underwear.

"Hey," Beau called. "Where do I go?"

She opened her eyes and the boys squeezed her.

He was standing by the bed with an annoyed face.

"I'm not moving," Ben hid his face in her neck.

Beau huffed.

"Ben!" he half whined.

Dean sighed by her side, and Lizzie gasped when he lifted her and put her on top of him.

"We be the bed," he decided.

Lizzie couldn't quite complain.

Beau lied down with them, at last, and she rested on Dean's chest, feeling Beau's fingers when he started to pet her hair.

“When was the last time we all shared a bed together?” he hummed.

"Not since our balls dropped," Ben spoke into her neck.

But Dean had a different answer.

“No, it was definitely after our birthday, two years ago," he corrected him. "You were such a baby and wouldn’t get your fat ass off of my bed, and Beau was worried you’d choke on your vomit in your sleep.”

Ben scoffed.

“Hey, I’m in a strict diet, you definitely weigh more than me, fatso.”

She felt Dean moving to answer him, but Lizzie was quick to diffuse the situation, kissing Dean, then Ben, then Beau.

"Be nice to one another," she scolded them. "You're brothers."

The boys all laughed.

"We are mean to each other because we are brothers," Dean pointed out.

Lizzie huffed and they all kissed her, both her cheeks and forehead.

"We'll be nice," Beau promised. "For you."

Dean hummed in agreement.

"Right, Ben?" he raised his head.

Ben scoffed.

"Right, right."

She smiled, cheeky.

"Good, or you are never touching this pussy again," Lizzie affirmed.

Well...

"For a month," she added.

"Yes, ma'am," they agreed.

. . .

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A Little Rowdy

Laney Marcus returns from a leave of absence to a new boss - Sheriff Beau Arlen. From day one she finds out that easy Texas charm is hard to resist. But maybe resistance isn’t the way to go...

Pairing: Beau Arlen x OC Laney Marcus

Word Count: 6032

Warnings: Non-graphic talk of abusive relationship, fluffy smut

HUGE THANKS to my beautiful friend Michele (@editsbymichele on IG) for making the lovely header!! And thank you so much to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

Laney opened a drawer to stow her bag, eyes scanning over the top of her desk. It felt good to be back, although she was dreading the possible backlog of emails she had waiting for her. Now that Sheriff Tubb was gone, she’d have to acclimate to a new boss, too.

“Laney, you’re back!”

She turned at the sound of Poppernak’s voice, instantly enveloped in a bear hug from the big man. “Hey, Mo,” she said, muffled for a moment in his chest before moving back to grin up at him. “Good to see you, too.”

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s doing great now, thanks for asking. She said to tell you hi.” Laney moved back to her desk and sat down while he perched himself on the corner. “So, how’s it going with the new sheriff?”

“Great! He’s a good guy, I think you’ll like him. Hard not to.” Mo turned his head as the front door to the office opened, and grinned. “Speak of the devil. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

She stood, trailing behind the big deputy as he met the sheriff on his way to his office. “Morning, boss. Someone here you should meet.”

“Hey, Pops. Well, how did I miss you?” he smiled, sticking a hand out towards Laney. “Beau Arlen.”

She shook his hand, his grip firm and warm. “Hi, sheriff. I’ve heard good things. I’m Delaney Marcus, everybody just calls me Laney. I’m the office manager.” He looked a little confused, so she continued. “I’ve been on a leave of absence. My mom was sick, and then had surgery, so I’ve been in Bozeman helping her out. Just got back this morning.”

He nodded in understanding. “She’s doing okay now?”

“She’s much better now, thanks.” She smiled up at him. He was tall. And extremely good-looking. And he had the most beautiful green eyes, eyes that were focused entirely on her as she spoke. “If you have any questions about what I do here…”

“Yeah, why don’t you grab yourself a cup of coffee and come on into my office, we can get to know each other a little better.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a completely disarming way, and she nodded.

“Sure, I’ll be right in.”

A half-hour later, she was still in his office, put at ease by his effortless Texas charm. “So, you run all the basic supply/vendor aspects of the office, help with phones, correspondence, sometimes dispatch, and you’re like my political bullshit shield?”

Laney laughed. “I’m more like a buffer. If there’s a report or something being requested by the City Council or Mayor - or from the City Police Department - that doesn’t need your direct involvement, I take care of it so you don’t have a pile of time-wasting crap on your desk.”

“Sounds like a political bullshit shield to me!” he grinned.

“Well, anything I do have to handle, I will be running it past you for your approval before I respond, but other than that, I do what I can to free you up to take care of the important stuff.”

“Well, I don’t know who’s been filling in for you while you were gone, but I haven’t had to deal with much of anything like that.”

“I’m glad you weren’t bombarded while I was away.” She stood up with a sigh, and he rose to his feet as well. “I suppose I should get out there and actually do my job now. If you need anything from me, just let me know.”

“Same here. Welcome back, Laney.”

They exchanged smiles, and she left his office, settling herself behind her desk and preparing to tackle her email. Those green eyes and stunning smile still had the butterflies in her stomach fluttering, but she had work to do. “Come on, Laney. Focus,” she muttered to herself, opening the first email and digging in.

Several weeks later, things had calmed down to a routine. Beau (he insisted on her calling him ‘Beau,’ not ‘Sheriff’) was incredibly easy to work with, but he was haunting her thoughts way more than was comfortable. The man was too charming for his own good, attractive as hell, and the timbre of his voice sent heat zapping through her at the most inopportune times. She found herself avoiding all the invitations to after-work drinks with her co-workers, not trusting herself with the combination of alcohol and attraction. She would glance up and find his eyes on her often, as well, and that was not helping the situation. Even when she filled in at dispatch, she found herself forgetting to breathe as his voice came back to her over the radio. She had to get a handle on her infatuation, or it was going to drive her crazy.

Jenny Hoyt came to plop down in the chair next to her desk one day, a friendly grin on her face. “We’ve barely had a chance to talk, girl. Good to have you back. But we haven’t gone out for a drink together in ages. Is everything okay?”

She smiled at her friend, leaning back in her chair. “I just – I don’t know, haven’t been really ready to hit the bar yet, I guess.”

Jenny’s smile widened knowingly. “Avoiding someone?”

Laney closed her eyes and sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

Jenny laughed quietly. “Probably only to me. I know, because I was there myself for a hot minute – I recognize the look.”

“So you and…”

“No. Nothing ever came of it. He was still pretty wrapped up with his ex, and my mom was back, and everything was kind of a mess. And then I met Matt, and… our moment just kind of passed. We’re good friends, and he’s a great guy. And now Carla’s finally out of the picture. I think he’s kinda got a thing for you, too. I mean, maybe you should just give it a shot.” Laney wrinkled her nose, doubt in her eyes. “Seriously, Laney. just think about coming out with us some night. I think it’d be good for both of you.”

“I’ll work on my nerves.”

“Good. Do that.” The blonde rose to her feet. “Guess I’d better get to work. Talk later.”

Laney sent her friend off with a smile, turning back to the letter she’d been typing. The thought of letting her guard down around Beau was terrifying. Or maybe exciting. Probably an equal measure of both. She glanced up to see Jenny and Mo finishing a quiet conversation, and his eyes landed on her. She looked down at her desk with a rueful smile. Those two – they were conspiring. She should have known.

Laney shut down her computer and shifted gears, heading over to the dispatch area. Marvella, who usually worked this shift, had needed to come in late, so she was filling in for a few hours. She took over for the previous dispatcher, who had just sent Beau and Poppernak out for a domestic disturbance call a few miles outside of town.

“Okay, have a good night,” she said, slipping into the chair and putting the headset on. She looked at the information on the screen and stopped breathing for a moment when she saw the familiar address. She hit the button to transmit, her heart pounding. “Base to Sheriff One.”

“Sheriff One, go ahead.” Poppernak’s voice cracked back on the radio.

“What route are you taking to the scene?”

“We’re on Highway 29 going west.”

“Alternate route. You should turn north on Patterson Road.” She could hear Mo as he relayed the instruction to Beau, who was driving. A few more seconds passed, then Mo came back.

“Okay, we’re on Patterson.”

“Go two miles, turn west at the Weichman Dairy sign. Then 3 miles, and right after the third intersection, take a left. That’s a back drive into the place. You may be able to get in without him seeing you coming. The back door of the house is usually unlocked.”

“10-4, Base. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Laney listened, every muscle tense, responding as they reported themselves on scene and waiting, almost afraid to breathe, for any news. Domestics were always touchy, and this one – this one had the potential to be bad. It seemed like forever before Beau’s voice came over the radio stating suspect in custody and requesting that she dispatch an ambulance. She breathed a sigh of relief that Beau and Poppernak were safe and called it in. Apparently he’d managed to do some damage before they arrived, but hopefully his victim would be okay.

It was a while before the scene was cleared, the ambulance on its way, and the sheriff and deputy on their way back to the station. Marvella had arrived, and Laney gladly surrendered the chair to her, filling her in on the pertinent information and chatting for a few minutes before heading back to her desk to grab her things.

The front door opened, and soon Beau and his prisoner came into view. She turned, watching with arms folded, a little knot in her stomach. The handcuffed prisoner’s eyes drifted her way and he stopped, his mouth in an ugly snarl. “You fucking bitch!” Laney glared back at him, her chin raised a little in defiance.

“Hey!” Beau’s voice echoed through the room, and he roughly shoved at the man’s shoulder. “Shut your mouth and move your ass!”  Laney stood there unmoving as he steered his prisoner to the back room where the holding cell was located.

Poppernak came in, stopping for just a second to ask, “You okay?” and moving on as she nodded. She was still standing there, her arms clutched around herself, when Beau came back, concern on his face, leaving Mo to book their suspect.

“Laney? You all right?” he asked softly, and she nodded, gnawing at her lip and staring straight ahead. Beau put a hand on her shoulder, and she finally lifted her gaze to his.

“Yeah. I just – yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen him.”  

Beau opened his mouth, then closed it deliberately and nodded. “Okay. Story for later on, I think.  After a couple of beers maybe.”

She avoided his eyes, asking softly, “So – is she going to be okay?”

“Thanks to you. We went in quiet, just in time. He had a gun on her. She’s got some injuries, but nothing life-threatening. If we wouldn’t have been able to surprise and disarm him, she’d be dead. You saved her life.”

“No, you saved her life. I just gave you directions.”

“Directions we wouldn’t have had without your help. You did good, Laney.” He looked down at her steadily until she finally met his gaze. “So… I know you’re not big on going out for drinks after work, but – Pops and I, we’d really like you to come along. Have a coke if you don’t want to drink or whatever. But we were a team tonight, and we saved somebody, got the bad guy. It’d be good for you to celebrate a little.”

She smiled, then let out a little sigh. “Okay.”

Beau grinned. “Good, meet you at the Boot Heel.”

“Right behind you.”

The waitress couldn’t help but smile as she brought the next round to the table, the laughter was contagious. Laney was in the middle of a story about herself and Poppernak from their days in high school. “We literally skipped the last day of our senior year, and then we were stupid enough to drive around the school to wave at everybody still sitting in English class. Mr. Claussen stared at us out the window, pointed at us, then down, like ‘get your asses in here.’ Busted.”

Beau shook his head, still laughing. “I can’t believe two straight-laced employees of the sheriff’s department would pull a stunt like that!”

Laney shot him a look. “I’m sure you’ve got a few stories from back in the day, mister.”

He smirked. “More than a few. But Laney, I just pictured you the type to be studiously doing your homework every night and running for homecoming queen.”

She snorted. “I was not the homecoming queen type. At all.”

Mo geared back in his chair with a grin. “You know, her nickname our senior year was ‘Rowdy.’”

Beau cocked an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, this I’ve gotta hear.”

The deputy turned his head, looking at Laney, who was shaking her head, eyes closed. “Go ahead, Mo, you’re dying to tell him,” she said with a sigh, and Mo grinned.

“So, our senior class – we had a lot of parties. Usually out in somebody’s pasture with a keg, music blasting from somebody’s pickup. One night Laney was – pretty wasted, and the party was kind of dead. Some country rock song came on, and she hopped up on a picnic table, yelled ‘Let’s get rowdy!’ and started dancing, like Coyote Ugly style. Pretty soon a couple of her friends jumped up in the back of a pickup nearby and joined in. Once the guys stopped standing there with their mouths hanging open, they started chanting, ‘Rowdy! Rowdy! Rowdy!’ That was her name from then on!” Mo chanced a glance Laney’s way. “And then later I found her making out with some football player in the back of a pickup, had to drag her away and tell her it was time to go home.”

Beau looked at Laney’s blushing face, his eyes shining. “So there is a wild child in there. I knew it. Hell, I would’ve voted for you for homecoming queen!”

Laney laughed, hiding her face for a moment before grabbing her beer and taking a swallow. “That was a long time ago,” she retorted. “But yeah. I used to drink too much and get a little crazy. Too crazy sometimes. That night is kind of a blur.” She laughed, shaking her head again. “Wish I had a more embarrassing story about you right now, Poppernak.”

Her friend laughed, grabbing his phone from the table as it lit up. “Hey, Mom. Oh, damn. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be right there.” He stood, stuffing his phone in his back pocket and grabbing his jacket. “Mom’s kitchen sink just turned into a geyser, gotta go help her get the water shut off and clean up.”

“Do you need help?” Laney asked. “I can come…”

“No, no, we’ve got it. You guys stay, finish your drinks.”

Beau piped up. “Call us if you do need help, Pops.”

“Thanks, boss. See y’all later.”  The big man headed for the door, and Beau turned back to smile at Laney.

“So, any more good stories I need to hear?” he teased, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I think you owe me one, now.”

“Ok, but we’re gonna need another beer.” He waved the waitress over, launching into a description of his first run-in with the law when he was 16, and the run-in with his dad afterwards.

After a couple more beers and more reminiscing, things quieted down, and for a moment they sat there silent, sipping at their drinks. Beau toyed with the label on his bottle for a second before raising his eyes to hers, searching. Finally, he took a breath and spoke. “So – what’s the story between you and our new prisoner?”

Her lips quirked into a cheerless little smile, and she stared at the table for a minute before looking back at him candidly. “I lived with him for a little over two years. At the place where you arrested him tonight. That’s how I knew how to get in there the back way.”

Beau nodded. “Did he…”

Laney shook her head. “No. He wasn’t physical with me, not until the end. But he just kind of slowly took control of my life, a little at a time, and I guess I didn’t really see it. Not until I wanted to apply for the job at the sheriff’s office.” Beau was listening intently, so she continued. “We fought about it all the time. One night, after we’d been at the bar, I told him to back off, that I was going to interview and take the job if it was offered, and he blew up. Slapped me. I locked him out of our room, told him to fuck off.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Next day, of course, he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, it’ll never happen again, blah, blah, blah.’ So I gave him another chance. But a few nights later, we got into it again, and that time he backhanded me, split my lip. I grabbed my jacket, told him we were done, and left. Stayed with Mo that night, and the next day he took me to the house and we packed up my stuff and moved me out. That was that.”

“Well, I wanna go back to the holding cell now and punch him in the face. Glad you got out of there when you did. Otherwise, it might have been you instead of that girl tonight.”

“I realized after I got out of there just how much control he had taken from me, how much he ran my life. Felt really good to be free.” She blew out a breath, looking down at the table again. “That’s the reason I don’t go out much. Sometimes I feel like if I’d stayed out of the whole bar scene with Garrett almost every night, I might have been clear enough to see what was happening, to see that he was just – erasing me.”

Beau reached across the table, putting his hand over hers. “He didn’t erase you. You fought back and you’re strong enough now to know what you want and what you don’t.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s been a couple of years now. And I feel good about my life and where I am.” She looked up and smiled at him, and he squeezed her hand.

“You should.”

Beau’s green-eyed gaze was making her feel warm, and she slowly pulled her hand back, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear before she picked up her beer and drained it. “Well, I suppose…”

“Yeah. Probably that time. Had a few more than I planned on, but it’s been a good night,” he responded, finishing his beer as well. He left a tip on the table for their waitress and they sent her a little wave as they headed for the door.

Beau followed her out into the cool night air, eyes scanning the sky as distant lightning backlit the heavy clouds that had gathered while they were inside. Laney came to a sudden halt right in front of him, causing him to stop and take a half-step back to avoid a collision.

She turned to face him, looking up at him with an unreadable expression, then stepping up close on tiptoe and kissing him, her arms curling up and around his neck. His surprise wore off quickly, his response welcoming, one hand on the small of her back and the other gently cradling her face. When they parted slightly, he looked down at her with a one-sided smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his green eyes warm and inviting.

“Well, hey there, Rowdy.” Beau’s arm tightened around her as he bent to kiss her again, his fingers buried in her hair as he held her close, his tongue gently tangling with hers. They lost track of time and place, finally pulling apart as a rumble of thunder brought them back to reality.

Laney took a step back with a soft little laugh. “I suppose we shouldn’t be standing out here making out like teenagers where the whole town can see us. I mean, you are the sheriff.”

Beau grinned. “No, we should make out like teenagers in private like normal people, I guess.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, neither one of us should be driving, though. So I guess I’m either hoofin’ it back to my place – or we could call Pop for a ride.”

“Or… you could walk a girl home. My house is about two and a half blocks that way,” she pointed, watching as he raised an eyebrow and grinned even more.

“Lead the way.”

They headed in the direction Laney had indicated, walking quickly, the air growing heavier with the approaching rain. They were getting close when a loud thunderclap resounded around them and the first fat raindrops began to fall. “Come on!” she laughed, grabbing Beau’s hand and running towards the little white house with green trim one house over. She fumbled with the keys, the two of them almost falling inside as the sky opened up, and Beau swung the door shut as they laughed breathlessly. “That was close,” she said, smiling up at him. That smile slowly faded as she stared at him, the hair falling down over his forehead, his eyes crinkled in that irresistible way, and she moved closer, reaching to touch his face as she kissed him.

She stopped quickly, taking hold of his shirt to pull him farther into the room, then tugging until it was free from his jeans, working the buttons open as she went. Once his shirt was completely undone, she stepped back and peeled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor as she let him surround her with his arms and pull her close, his lips sealing over hers in a searing kiss. ‘Shit, he’s good at this,’ she thought to herself, and she lost herself in it, let it consume her. His hands roamed over her skin, squeezing at her waist, pressing her against him as a hum of appreciation vibrated in his chest.  

They parted for a breath, and Beau stared down at her lacy lavender bra, his fingers tracing down the strap. “You always wear things like this to work?”

Laney dropped her gaze with a smile, looking back up at him through her lashes. “I like pretty lingerie.”

His fingers continued their path across the swell of her breast, his voice soft and low as he answered. “Well, I’m gonna have one hell of a time not thinking about this when I see you at work, wondering what kind of sexy things you’re hiding under your clothes.”

She reached to push his shirt off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor. She trailed her fingertips slowly down to his waistband, slipping her fingertips inside, tugging. “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” She turned, trying to move forward, but Beau wasn’t following her lead.

“Whoa.” Laney turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, confused, then ducked her head a little with a shy smile at his open-mouthed stare.

“My tattoo?”

“Yeah.” He moved closer, touching her back lightly here and there as he examined it. “I need to see the whole thing.” Laney took a breath, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Beau was silent, his gaze scanning over the art work of a phoenix in flight. The flaming bird’s wings spanned Laney’s upper back, the tail trailing down and over her hip. “That’s really beautiful. Impressive.”

“It was kind of my – declaration of independence, I guess.”

Beau traced the path of the phoenix’s tail to where it disappeared into her jeans, his fingertips lingering just under the edge of her waistband. “So, where’s that tail go?”

She laughed softly. “Well, if you come with me, maybe you’ll find out.”

He followed her into the bedroom, waiting for her to turn and face him, his eyes roaming over her breasts. He dropped to one knee in front of her, looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her answering smile before he reached for the button on her jeans. He slid the zipper down and pulled the denim apart, his eyes following the flaming feathers below her navel and across to her opposite hip bone, where they faded into a shower of sparks. One section was still hidden from his view beneath lavender lace, and his tongue darted out over his lower lip as her abdominal muscles tightened at his whisper-soft touch. “Looks like we’re gonna have to get all the way naked,” he teased.

Laney caught her breath a little as he stroked his finger along the top of her panties. “I will if you will,” she responded. “It’s only fair.”

Beau nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly pulled her panties and jeans down, letting them fall to her feet. The final feather laid just above her pubic bone, curling up slightly at the end as it tapered off. He let out a low whistle, letting her steady herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of her clothes.

“I hope it’s not a turn-off for you – the tattoo.”

He rose to his feet, his eyes glowing as he looked into hers. “It’s sexy as hell.” He unfastened his jeans and finished undressing, then stood still as her gaze roamed over his body.

“Wow. They do grow you big in Texas.” She blushed profusely, her hand flying to her mouth for a second before she continued. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

Beau chuckled, his cheeks flushing a bit in the dim light of the bedroom. “Well, don’t worry, darlin’ – you’ll fit like a glove.” His expression changed as he looked into her eyes again. “Speaking of… I don’t suppose you have condoms?”

Laney shook her head. “I don’t. But I trust you. I’m on birth control, and I – I’m healthy. I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trailed off, looking away from him, teeth playing at her bottom lip.

“Hey.” He put a hand beneath her chin and lifted her head until she looked into his eyes again. “Nothing wrong with that.” He bent to kiss her gently, taking hold of her hand and resting his forehead on hers. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. Just say the word, it’s okay.”

She tilted her face to kiss him again, squeezing his hand. “I want to. I’m just – a little nervous.”

He guided her to the edge of the bed, gesturing with a nod of his head for her to lie down. He laid down beside her, pulling her to her side to face him and kissing her, his hands caressing her face, her hair, her shoulder, not touching her anywhere else. When she sighed and put her arm over his waist, pulling herself closer to press her body against his, he let his hand roam farther, over her back and hips, then up to cup her breast as he moved his lips to her neck, humming against her skin as she moaned softly at his touch.

He coaxed her over to lay on her back as he kissed his way down until he could tease at her nipple with his tongue, moaning a little as she gasped and arched her back, her hand grasping at his hair. He let one hand roam between her thighs, his cock jumping a little as she let them fall open, her head rolling back as he explored her with his fingertips, dipping slightly inside her and then moving to rub gently over her clit. When she breathed his name, her hips raising to meet his touch, Beau growled softly and sucked her tingling nipple into the heat of his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth. He glanced at her face as he moved to the other breast, watching her as he slipped a finger, then two inside her. “Damn, Laney, you are somethin’ to see,” he said, his voice low and rough, then bent to tease at her other nipple, his fingers stroking deep inside her.

“Beau, please…” she begged, raising her head a little to meet his eyes as he lifted his gaze. “Please, I want you inside me, now.”

He moved up to kiss her, groaning as she sucked on the tip of his tongue. “How d’you wanna do this, darlin’?”

She stared up into his eyes, her fingers combing through his hair. “I want to see your face. I want to be able to kiss you.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” he answered, kissing her once more, then shifting his body to move over hers, fitting himself between her legs. She whimpered a little as the head of his cock nudged at her, teasing at her entrance before he pushed forward, swearing softly as her body yielded to him and surrounded him with wet, velvety heat.  

He stilled, lowering himself over her to kiss her, then raising his head a little, his eyes searching hers. “Like this?” he asked, grinding into her gently and watching her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she smiled up at him and nodded.

“Just like that,” she murmured, moving one foot gently up the length of his thigh before clasping her legs around his hips. “Only… more.”

“Oh, you got it, darlin’,” he growled, bracing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her again, their bodies rocking together in a sensual rhythm, their moans and sighs swallowed up by their kiss.

When she turned her head a little, soft little whimpers escaping her lips as she began to tense up, Beau slipped one hand beneath the small of her back, shifting a little and making her moan at the increased friction on her sweet spot.

“Beau…” she cried out, her fingers now clutching desperately at his shoulders, her legs clamped tight around him as she began to quiver. He began to move harder and faster, cursing softly as she began to pulse and squeeze around him.

“Fuck… Just let go, Laney.”

The sound of his desperate voice was the trigger, and she came hard, bucking up beneath him, their bodies colliding as Beau swore again and hammered into her faster yet. The swelling and throbbing of his cock inside her as he filled her with heat sent another wave through her as they thrashed together, chasing every second of pleasure before she went limp underneath him and he collapsed, spent, his breath hot against her neck.

Laney sat in her car in the parking lot, scrolling on her phone, trying to work up the nerve to walk into the office. Not that she regretted what had happened with Beau, because the weekend had been – well,  amazing. But was it going to cause issues with work? And was it just a weekend fling for him? She was definitely in deeper than that after what had happened, she had to admit to herself. But if he wasn’t… She sighed, impatient with herself, getting out of her car and heading for the building, telling herself to stop stressing and just go face whatever was going to happen.

She walked in, heading for her desk, relieved that Beau wasn’t in yet. Neither was Poppernak, or Jenny, or anybody she had to hide her awkwardness from, so she took a breath and sat down at her desk, diving into the day’s work.

Beau walked in a little while later, his eyes immediately seeking her out. She was at her desk, absorbed in a phone call, occasionally jotting down a note, completely oblivious to his entrance. He greeted a couple of people on his way to his office, heading inside and taking a seat. He couldn’t see her from behind his desk and he frowned, momentarily contemplating rearranging his office. He abandoned that fleeting thought, shaking his head at himself.

He worked for a while, going over reports, catching up on paperwork. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and walked to his door, looking over to make sure Laney wasn’t on the phone before calling her name. “Hey, Laney – when you have a minute, can I see you in my office?”

She looked up in surprise, trying valiantly to keep her expression in the range of normally pleasant, not schoolgirl crush giddy. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly.” Just the sound of his voice saying her name sent her heart pounding, and she took a deep breath, trying to convince her body to calm down. Finally she locked her computer and stood, grabbing a file from her desk to take with her, internally rolling her eyes at herself for trying to manufacture the appearance of an excuse to go to his office.

“Hey, Beau – what’s up?” She asked cheerfully as she stepped through his door. He motioned to her to close it, and she did, looking at him nervously as he rose to his feet and approached her.

“That’s a really awkward question right now, Laney,” he said quietly, crowding her against the wall next to his door and kissing her, his hands braced on either side of her head. She let out a soft moan, the file folder in her hands hitting the floor as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers grasping at his hair as he pressed the full length of his body against hers. He finally lifted his head, both of them panting a little for air, and a slow smile curved her lips.

“I see what you mean,” she teased, thrusting her hips just a little against his evident erection.

“You are not funny.”

“A little. I’m a little funny.” She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as he smirked down at her.

He bent for one more kiss, then stepped back, blowing out a tense breath. “Damn it, woman. I told you I wouldn’t be able to look at you at work. Just tell me one thing – what color?”

She giggled softly, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and opening it enough to show him the red and black lingerie beneath her clothes. He swore softly, turning to go back behind his desk and sit down. “Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked, an innocent expression on her face as she buttoned back up.

“Oh, don’t push your luck, darlin’ – this is hard enough the way it is.” he growled, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

“We did establish that, yes,” she retorted, then clamped her lips together to keep from grinning. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

He shook his head. “I’ll deal with you after work. Right now – I think you’d better get back to your desk before the whole office figures out what’s going on.”

She nodded, bending to pick up the scattered contents of the file she had carried in with her. “So then – I’m seeing you after work?”

He scoffed at the question.“Hell, yes, you’re seeing me after work. We should talk anyway. Among other things - like maybe gettin’ a little rowdy again.” Laney giggled softly, and he grinned, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Damn it, get the hell out of here, would ya, before my self-control disappears completely?” Laney grinned back at him, feeling like a weight had lifted from her chest. He wanted to see her again. This wasn’t just a one-time thing.

She reached for the door, swinging it open with a, “Yes, I’ll take care of that,” for nosy coworkers’ benefit and heading back to her desk.

It was mid-afternoon before Poppernak showed his face in the office after spending most of the day in court on a case. Laney called him over to her desk, a stern look on her face. “So, your mom called today. I asked her if you got her sink fixed. She said her sink wasn’t broken. Explain that one, Mo.”

Mo shoved his hands into his pockets, guilt all over his face. “Yeah, ummm… sorry. I just thought that, maybe, you and the boss should have some time to, you know, get to know each other.”

“You and Jenny thought that, right? I saw you two whispering the other day.”

He shrugged. “Well? You needed a little push. Jenny thought so, too.”

“Mo Poppernak.”

He looked at her with a sheepish expression. “Yeah?”

Laney grinned. “Thank you.”

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#a little rowdy #beau arlen fic #beau x laney #beau x oc #fluff #smut #happy ending

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Detectives Luna & Rena Wilde

This is a Big Sky fanfic that takes place in Season 3, after Episode 9, before the kidnapping of Denise and Emily. Also… like I say with all of my FanFics… if you don’t like, don’t read! Luna and Rena Wilde also belong to me and, I hope you enjoy.

On the streets of Montana, two beautiful women were walking towards the Police Station. One had dyed silver hair and the other had dyed ginger hair, both with bright green eyes. The two walked in and then Jenny turned to them. “Detectives Luna and Rena Wilde?”, she asked. The two nodded and smiled. “And you must be Deputy Jenny Hoyt”, Luna said before shaking her hand, leading Rena to the same. “It’s nice to meet you”. “Yeah, you too. Now come with me”.

Beau was throwing his football up in the air and catching it when Jenny walked in with the two Detectives. “Oh! Hello Detectives!”, he said with a charming smile, causing Luna to blush slightly. “Luna and Rena Wilde. Twins. Previously stationed in L.A. Why did ya leave?” Rena smiled and said, “We just wanted to leave the big city, so when we saw job openings in Montana… we just couldn’t resist!” He smiled and said, “Well, your last boss said some great things about you two”.

The two frowned and then looked at each other before Luna said, “Really?! We thought he hated us!” Beau shook his head and said, “No, he actually liked you both. You did your jobs well, always came up with results, but what he did say was that you two were like a wolf and a fox. He also said, ‘Luna’s the brawn that will protect people and stop at nothing to find the culprit. Rena’s cunning, sly and smart. She can think like a criminal and easily figure out all possible motives’”.

Rena giggled and said, “Sounds like us~. He called us a ‘fox’ and ‘wolf’ so much that we decided to dye our hair~”. Beau chuckled and said, “Well, we have a case for the two of you already. I know, it’s your first day, but I kinda wanna see you two in action, since your boss said some amazing things about the of you. Our suspect for a murder is in the interrogation room and if you don’t mind, I’d like to observe the two you”. Luna smirked and said, “Rena will crack him. Don’t worry”.

After reading the case file, Rena put it down and then looked at Walter before observing him. “Protection dolls? Paige’s body doesn’t show up? Yeah, I don’t think you killed her or any of the other victims for that matter! So, why are you protecting the woman that clearly manipulated you?” Walter just looked down, making Luna smirk. Jenny frowned and asked, “Why do you say that?” The Detective then said, “The 15 Million Dollars, that’s why”. Beau then said, “We need more”.

“A young woman and her boyfriend go to a camping trip to get away from her possible pursuers because of the money they stole. They get separated and she’s left alone with someone who might protect her, so she uses love or possibly sex to manipulate him into doing so. She’s without the means to get the stolen goods, so she needs protection from whoever might try to take the money and that’s why she needs him. The cops show up, he turns himself in to give her a head start”.

Luna then asked, “Did you collect Paige’s property by any chance?” Beau nodded. “All of it”. “Are you sure something isn’t missing? Because there might be, you just haven’t seen it”. Jenny then ran to the evidence room and collected everything before returning very shortly. Luna put on some gloves and went through everything until she got to the book. She flipped through it and smirked. “Jackpot! Two pages have been freshly torn out. Now, who wants that money so badly?”

Beau then asked, “Are you saying that diary has something to do with the money?” Rena then said, “If I wanted to keep something secret, I’d put it in my super secret diary. But we have no one else to clarify this since the other person who could’ve know about is dead. Unless… someone other people knew about it~”. Jenny then said, “Tanya and Donno know about it”. “And possibly Avery since he went snooping in their tent”, Beau said. “Who’s more desperate?”, Luna asked.

“What?”, Jenny asked. “Who’s so desperate that they would commit a federal crime?”, Luna asked again. The Sheriff sighed and then said, “Avery. Alright, you two come with me!” The three walked out of the Station and then Luna said, “We should probably take my car. He won’t recognise it if we’re parked up”. Beau nodded and said, “Good call”. He looked at a silver car and mumbled, “That’s an L.A car for sure”. “You might wanna get in the backseat”, Luna said. “Uh… okay…?”

Once they got to the hotel, Beau got out and said, “You’re a fast driver!” Luna smiled before saying, “I don’t mess around~”. They walked in and headed straight for Avery’s room. Rena then whispered, “You two, hide at either side of the door frame”. “Okay?”, Beau said, confused by how they did things. After the two hid, Rena knocked on the door and sweetly said, “Housekeeping~!” Once the door opened, Avery frowned and said, “It isn’t that time, darling”. “Oh, I’m aware…”.

Beau and Luna then came out from hiding, both pointing guns at him. “Get in”, the silver haired girl said. He walked back with his hands in the air and she cuffed him almost immediately. Rena then put on gloves and giggled. “What do we have here~?” “Is this how you usually do things?”, Beau asked. “Yes, this is only temporary. Just so Avery doesn’t mess with the evidence”. Rena then walked up to him and said, “I found the pages, so what are these highlighted parts?”

“It’s an encryption code to the money. I need to assemble it together in order to get it. If I don’t, they’ll kidnap Carla and Emily…”, he said. Beau’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” “Because I didn’t want to scare you!”, Avery said to him. “Well that didn’t work now, did it?!” “That’s enough! Both of you! You can tear each others throats out later!!!”, Luna shouted. Rena then said, “Someone’s encrypted it~! Now, who are you working for~?” “What…?”

Luna then knelt down. “Who. Are. You. Working. For?” “I don’t know his name, but I do know his identity and where he hangs out”, Avery said. Beau then said, “Let’s take him in”. Luna dragged him up and said, “To save Beau’s family, you are gonna tell him that you have the money and tell him to meet you. Rena!” “Oh, I’m ten steps ahead!“ Avery made the made the call and when it ended he said, “The Boot Heel. At midnight”. Rena then smirked and said, “This’ll be good~”.

Once they got to the Police Station, Avery was placed in the interrogation room and Luna sat with Beau. “So, Emily’s your little girl and Carla’s your ex-wife?” “Yeah… and they’re very important to me. I don’t know why he would put them in so much danger for the sake of his own goddamn problems! Shouldn’t family come first?!”, he asked. She nodded and said, “Family always comes first and I’ll be damned if they get hurt”. Beau nodded and said, “Thanks for that, Luna”.

At midnight, the mob walked into The Boot Heel and only saw Rena standing there with a smirk on her face. “Well, who do we have here?” “Your worst nightmare~!” They all pointed guns at her and she snapped her fingers. Beau, Jenny, Cassie and Pop came out from all sides. Luna, who came out from behind them, shouted, “Move!!! Now!!!” They walked forward and Jenny shouted, “Put the guns down and put your hands in the air! Now!” They did so and Rena giggled sweetly.

“Do what my sister says now. You don’t want to make her angry~”. “Down! On your knees! All of you!”, Luna shouted. They did as she told and she cuffed them all, but when she got to the big boss, he head-butted her from behind. “Argh!” She stood up, her nose bleeding, and then shouted, “You bastard!!!” She grabbed his arms and shoved him down onto the floor before cuffing him up. “What did I say…?”, Rena asked. Beau then gave Luna a tissue for her nose. “Oh! Thank you”.

“Get them outta here!”, he shouted. Other officers walked out and then took them out of the bar. “I have to say… that was a great plan”, Jenny said. Cassie smiled and said, “You two are brilliant”. “Lure them in and catch them at their weakest~”, Rena giggled. Luna sighed and mumbled, “I’m sorry… she gets way too into her job…”. Beau nodded and asked, “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’ve had my nose broken before. This ain’t that, so I’m fine”, she said with a sweet smile. “Good”.

After the case had been solved, Beau took everyone to the bar for a celebratory drink and he discovered pretty quickly that Luna could drink a lot. “Woah!” “Yeah… Luna is a heavy drinker”, Rena said with a shrug. “Surprisingly, she never throws up or gets a hangover with how much she does drink!” Beau chuckled and said, “I could do with a dance. Who’s with me?” Luna then said, “I’ll dance with you~”. Rena sighed and then Jenny asked, “Does she like Beau?” “Oh yes!”

“What?!” “Rena… shut up!!!”

To Be Continued…

#big sky #beau arlen #jenny hoyt #cassie dewell #big sky oc #original character #oc x canon

[julesthequirky]

The Choice

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Reader x Dean, Reader x Beau Arlen, Reader x Soldier Boy, OC mother, antique salesman

Warnings: (Warnings will be updated when chapters are released) Language, typical SB behaviour, smut, asshole mom.

W/C: 19,348 (so far)

A/N: All spicy chapters will be symbolised with a chilli pepper.

The Choice now has a Spotify playlist, which will be linked here.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven 🌶

Chapter Twelve

#The Choice #julesthequirky's fics #reader insert #beau arlen #big sky #soldier boy smut #soldier boy x you #soldier boy fanfiction #beau arlen smut #beau arlen x female reader #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #multiple fandoms #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen ackles characters

[zepskies]

hey there, i'm just curious: would u ever write more for the BMD verse w/ soldier boy? and do you plan on continuing and so it goes? no rush or any rudeness intended, i'm just curious! your writing is amazing!!

Hi lovely anon!

So first of all, thank you for the wonderful compliment! 🥰 These are also great questions. Let me tackle the first one, as this is essentially a writing update. ✍🏽

Will I ever write more in the BMD verse?

I've done a few requested Soldier Boy imagines in the Break Me Down verse recently (see my SB Masterlist). But if you mean, will I write another one-shot or continue BMD in some way?

The answer is yes.

I can't tell you yet what I'm planning because I haven't written it yet, and I don't want to get ahead of myself.

But know that if I'm able to write it, it will come out sometime after Smoke Eater (firefighter!Dean Winchester x reader). That's the main series I'm working on right now.

Will I continue And So It Goes?

I'm so glad you asked! For those who don't know, And So It Goes is a Billy Butcher x OFC (Helena Flores) story.

That story isn't very popular on here (OC story, I know lol. It has more of a following on Ao3). However, I have the outline for the last 5 chapters completed.

If you can believe it, I started writing that story in 2021. I'm ashamed of myself that it's taken so damn long to finish. 😪 In fairness, some of that time was waiting for future seasons to come out. I really should go back and edit the whole thing. (But alas, lol.)

After Smoke Eater, I really should work on ASIG before I work on any other series, because I do feel bad about how long I've left that story hanging. And it's right at the point where season 3 events will start to unfold (meaning, enter Soldier Boy 😏).

I feel like I have a much better handle on Ben now than I would have when S3 first came out, so there's that! And that may just be my plan:

Finish drafting the last 4 chapters of Smoke Eater

Write the last 5 chapters of And So It Goes

Work on my BMD project(s?)

Possible Beau Arlen series?? (We'll see lol)

Thank you for asking! 💚💋

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

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two - sunflower

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I crept down the stairs, treading light in fear of startling Will. I gently tried the door, hearing a little girl whimpering. Then I spotted a middle aged man holding a gun, and a small brunette girl hugged my legs, terrified.

“It’s ok.” I whispered, training my gun on Will Brown. “It’s ok, sweetheart. As for you,” My eyes focused on the man, “Sheriff’s department, put your hands where I can see ‘em-” He fired, and my trigger was pulled in a quick response, aiming for his shoulder while his bullet got me clean in the gut, which was caused by me moving to protect Harriet at the same time. The little girl screamed, while Beau and Jenny started yelling from upstairs. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down as Harriet crawled up to me, looking terrified.

“He hurt you.” She whispered, crying, but I shushed her and brought her head to my shoulder, ignoring the riddling pain in an attempt to soothe this little girl.

“Hey, it’s-” I was overcome by a cough as my hand moved to stem the flow of blood, “it’s ok, sweetheart. Perfectly fine, you’re safe, ok?” I stroked her hair, closing my eyes briefly as the red liquid stained my fingers. My head spun from how damn painful it was, like a thousand daggers piercing one spot on me, driving in slowly. “Just calm down for me, my friends are coming.”

As if on cue, Beau and Jenny rushed in, and once they realised that my attacker and Harriet’s kidnapper was downed, their attention turned to me. Beau instantly knelt in front of me while Jenny checked up on Will, his expression freaked out and pale. “Jesus- Jesus holy Christ, Belle, we’re gonna need a paramedic. Hoyt, call it in, now!” Then he turned back to me, putting his hands over the bullet wound to put pressure. I coughed slightly, hissing, but I kept stroking Harriet’s hair, not wanting her to get too scared.

“Just get her out of here.” I nodded to Harriet. “I’ll hold on, just keep her safe.” My bloodied hand reached out to grip Beau’s bare forearm. “Take her home.”

NOW:

The world around me turned from black to blurry colour as I opened my eyes, the cold breeze of somewhere unfamiliar hitting my face as I groaned softly. My finger twitched, something heavy clamped onto it, making me let out a small, admittedly pathetic whine of confusion. My head hurt slightly, and there was a bearable throbbing pain in my stomach. I saw a woollen blanket over me, the room smelling of antiseptic and the walls painted blue and white with telltale plastic chairs and tables beside the bed, along with monitors beeping with my vitals on display on either side of me. The tables had flowers and small presents on it. The hell would someone be thinkin’ to give me all this? My head fell back against the pillows piled up behind my head as I registered where I was.

The hospital.

“God, it’s been a while since I was in one of these.” I grunted to myself, then I found a nurse standing at the door. She smiled upon seeing me awake, instantly coming over to take the tube out that was inserted into my arm.

“You’re awake, Deputy Joyner.” She chuckled, looking at me in admiration. “My name’s Lydia, I’m your nurse. Your vitals seem stable, so I can report back to Dr Jones and also notify your visitors to come and see you, if that’s fine with you.”

“How long have I been out?” I asked, coughing slightly. I felt at ease around Lydia, her friendly disposition making the fact that I had a bullet wound in my stomach a lot more bearable. I caught sight of myself in a mirror- tired, worn out, almost identical to who I saw six years ago in a hospital mirror, minus the cuts and bruises.

“Six days. You suffered from blood loss, so it’s understandable.” The information almost made my heart shatter. It was Liv’s birthday tomorrow, and had I not woken up today, her auntie would be in hospital when she was needed the most. I turned to Lydia, nodding slightly.

“A-Alright. Who’re my visitors?”

“Quite a few, actually. There’s Jenny Hoyt, Emily Arlen, Cassie Dewell, Denise Brisbane, Beau Arlen, Olivia Barlowe and Dean Barlowe.” I wasn’t surprised that Mark wasn’t on the list, but I smiled anyway, knowing that I’d be seeing one of my best friends, Dean, after a long time.

“Let ‘em in.” I grinned, and she nodded, leaving. A minute later, the room was now full of every person on that list, all of them exclaiming in relief that I was ok, making me laugh. “Guys, I’m ok.”

“The hell you are, you had a bullet in you!” Dean scoffed, though there was a wide grin as he came over and hugged me cautiously. I patted his back, looking him in his green eyes with a smile.

“Well, now I am. Nice to see you, pal.”

“I’d say it’s nice to see you, but you’re in a hospital bed, so I’m gonna say it’s nice to see you alive.”

“Don’t hog her, dad.” Olivia pouted, practically shoving Dean away (albeit half-heartedly) before bear hugging me in a way that I wouldn’t get hurt. I stroked her hair, kissing it as I took a deep breath out.

“I’ll always have time for my baby girl.” I grinned, rubbing her back as I felt her shaking and holding back tears. “I’m ok, sweetie. I’m safe.” I shushed her gently, my eyes closing as I rested my cheek on her head. I opened them, looking up to Beau and Jenny with a small nod. Then my eyes landed on Emily, and I chuckled softly, raising my hand slightly from Liv’s back. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey, Elle.” Emily grinned, waving. I sent her a smile in response, my eyes glancing to Beau briefly before back at his daughter.

“Givin’ your dad any trouble?”

“No, no trouble.”

“Good.” I then let go of Olivia, kissing my niece’s forehead before looking at Jenny, Denise and Cassie, who all looked sympathetic. “Y’all need to stop lookin’ at me like that. I’ll be up and about in a few hours, like hell I’m missing my girl’s sweet sixteen.”

“You need to rest up, Belle.” Beau interjected softly, gesturing to me. “You took a bullet to the gut.”

“I’ll rest up when I’m dead.” I joked, moving to sit up, and Beau, with his Southern gentlemanliness, instantly stepped forward to make sure I didn’t strain myself.

“Easy, easy.” He helped me sit up, pulling the blanket further over me. “Don’t push yourself, ok?”

“You got sent presents.” Cassie pointed to the flowers and small gifts. “The Browns were ecstatic that you brought their daughter back.”

“So they sent over some beautiful forget-me-nots.” Jenny smiled, coming over to pat my shoulder. “We’re so glad you’re ok.”

“Bo-Bo, she deserves a raise.” Denise snickered, looking at Beau and waggling her eyebrows.

“Shush, Denise, I’m doing my job.” I chuckled. “The one I signed up to do, remember? You’re bound to get a bullet or two out there.”

The next day, it was Olivia’s birthday, and I’d gotten myself discharged from the hospital so I could be there for my baby girl. I had to wear a button-up dark blue plaid shirt, since that was easier to get on with a hole in your stomach, along with some comfy jeans. I was looking at a photo of my sister, Lucy, who was eight years older than me. Even so, she treated me like I was her everything, and she was mine too.

“Hey, Luce.” I whispered, my thumb rubbing over her broad smile. It was almost like she was here with me, with that twinkle in her blue eyes that we shared and her brunette hair that was cropped at her chin but still somehow fell in beautiful waves that made her look ethereal. “It’s been a while. Six years, to be exact, and I miss you. Dean misses you, Mark does, Liv especially. She’s grown up to be so… so beautiful, so you.

You’d be so proud of her, Luce, she even has your brains and we’re all the better for it.” I laughed a bit, then looked back. “I wish you could see her, I really do, but I hope you’re watching. Wherever you are. Love you.” I kissed my hand, pressing it to the frame while my memories with her flashed in front of my eyes like a film reel. “I love you so much.”

“Aunt Isa?” I heard from the door, turning to see Olivia. She looked stunning, wearing a pretty blue sundress that was decorated with yellow flowers, her hair done up with a matching blue flower clip and some yellow flats.

This was my sister’s daughter.

“Liv, honey.” I smiled broadly, going to hug her immediately. “You look gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Really. If I made a daughter from scratch, I’d want her to be you.” The words made a goofy smile appear on her face, and she hugged me again quickly. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, auntie.”

When I pulled away, I stroked her cheek before remembering something. “Oh! Uh, your mom, before she died, she had a shoebox that she wanted to give to you on your sweet sixteen.”

“A…” Liv’s eyes narrowed, “shoebox?”

“Sounds lame, I know. But…” I hurried over to look underneath my bed, pulling out a grey shoebox with ‘Olivia’ written in Lucy’s neat handwriting. I passed it to her for her to open. Olivia took the box with slightly shaky hands, opening the top.

Inside were multiple cassette tapes, eleven when I counted, of Lucy’s favourite songs, along with a couple of first edition books and pieces of her jewellery. Necklaces, rings, at the forefront a charm containing a raven’s feather. The jewellery were mostly silver, but the few gold ones I recognised were from her weddings. Her engagement rings along with a golden locket that Dean had given her. Along with photos of Olivia growing up until she was nine years old.

But something caught my eye.

I saw one of the eleven cassette tapes had a word that I recognised all too well.

Sunflower.

While Olivia was busy admiring the necklaces, I nicked the tape from the box, storing it in the pocket of my jeans. I noticed a large shadow cover the light from the door, and I saw Beau there. I could trust Beau with this. He could help me, so could Jenny and Cassie. I quickly exchanged a look with him that he understood, so he put on a smile, strolling over and clapping me on the shoulder.

“There’s my Southern Belle, all up an’ about. From a Texan to a Kansan, you are what I’d call a Texan 10, even in a faded plaid.” He grinned, squeezing my shoulder slightly and winking before turning to Olivia. “And you, young lady, must be Olivia.”

“That’s me.” Liv nodded, looking between Beau and I. “And you must be Aunt Isa’s favourite sheriff.”

“While I appreciate it, I’m the only sheriff.”

“Exactly.”

“Liv, sweetheart, can you go downstairs? I’ve gotta bring the cake, but start opening your presents.” I said to Olivia with a sigh. I kissed her hair, smoothing it back for a moment before letting her go, and then I turned to Beau when I knew she was out of earshot.

“Something’s up, right?” He frowned, folding his arms and tilting his head. “Talk to me, Belle.”

I held up the cassette tape, a long sigh leaving my mouth. “Titled ‘sunflower’. It’s the nickname my sister used to call me, so I can’t help but think if this is a message seen six years too late.”

“Or something that got mixed up in the wrong box.”

“That’s also a possibility.” I nodded, then pouted in thought. “I’ve got a cassette player somewhere in my study. After Liv’s celebration here is over and she’s out with her friends, whaddya say we have a lil’ listen to it?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Beau agreed, then his eyes landed on the framed photo of my sister and I. “That’s Lucy, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“She looks just like her sister.” He rubbed my arm comfortingly, the backs of his fingers grazing my skin. “How much older was she?”

“Eight years.” I replied softly, leaning slightly into his touch, even though I didn’t quite register it.

“Ah, so she’d be lordin’ it over us if she was still alive. Even a forty-year-old sheriff can’t escape the clutches of an older sister.”

“Neither can a forty year old deputy.” I chuckled, and his hand moved down to hover in front of mine, but my pinky wrapped around his, my breath hitching as I thought of the day I’d skipped down the stairs six years ago and found my sister dead in the garden, multiple knife wounds in her chest. Then the weeks after where I searched and searched for any leads but found none.

My head snapped forward, glass breaking and flying to the left, cutting my cheek as the seatbelt tightened on my chest. My forehead banged against the wheel, a cry escaping my mouth-

“Hey, Deputy.” Beau’s low timbre snapped me out of it again, I looked into his warm green eyes, the ones I’d grown to trust with my life. “You doin’ ok?”

“I… yeah.” I nodded, cracking a smile. “Let’s go celebrate my baby girl’s birthday, hm?” Then I started making my way downstairs, taking the cake from a side room before emerging into the kitchen/dining room and setting it on the counter. Carla, Mark, Dean, Poppernak, Jenny, Cassie, Denise, Cormac (surprisingly) and Emily were all there, and let out a loud cheer upon seeing me up on my feet.

“There she is!” Jenny grinned, pointing to me.

“Deputy of the Month.” Poppernak added with a smile.

“Pops, what did Sheriff say about sucking up?” I winked before going over to hug them each, reaching Carla, who I smiled at happily. “Carla, it’s so good to see you.”

“You too.” She hummed, patting my back before looking me in the eye. “Beau told me about the shooting; are you ok?”

“Perfectly fine, just a few surface scratches, not enough to down me.” I chuckled, then turned to the cake, unboxing it quickly. It was a chocolate cake with vanilla icing and caramel drizzle, and it had ‘Happy Birthday Olivia’ in swirling chocolate piping. I kissed Olivia’s temple, patting her shoulder as I whispered in her ear. “Your mom’s necklace suits you.”

“Hey, kiddo.” Mark walked over with a smile I knew was forced for Olivia’s sake. “Isabelle.”

“Markham.”

“I got Olivia’s present.” He held out a gift-wrapped box, which I put to the side. “Look, you must be really tuckered out from the bullet. I could take Liv for until you get better-”

“I think I’m good.” I smiled briefly, nodding curtly. “I can take care of other people even with a bandage on me. But, uh, thanks for offering.”

He lowered his voice so Olivia couldn’t hear. “I don’t appreciate you keeping my daughter from me. This is why I made the custody claim.”

“Can we not talk about this on my niece’s birthday?” I asked in clipped tones, but I still put on a smile. “I’d hate to dampen everyone else’s parade with your half-assed smiles and trivial personal matters.”

Mark’s grey eyes bore into me for a moment, but then I felt the looming presence of Beau behind me, which seemed to prompt him to back off.

Jenny, Cassie, Beau and I sat down in front of a cassette player once everyone had cleared out. I held the tape between my fingers, trembling slightly as I wanted to find out what Lucy wanted to tell me. Or if it was all in my head.

“When you’re ready.” Jenny patted my back, giving me the strength I needed to put the tape in, shutting the compartment with a click and pressing the play button. The tape whirred, a voice crackling to life. Lucy’s voice.

‘Hey, sunflower.’ It was her. Clear as day, exactly how I remembered her from six years ago. Beau’s hand automatically covered mine, a subtle gesture that told me that he was there. Her voice was shaky, unsure, nothing like the honeyed tones and sweet, soft syllables that I’d known since I was born and even before that. ‘I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this, but I want you to know that I love you. I… I had to tell you somehow, but things were getting worse. Much worse, but I didn’t want to worry you. You were so happy with Jack, and I miss you. I guess after a while it hit me. That not having you around makes things that much harder, because it was always you and me. You… and me. Never forget that.’

“Luce.” I whispered as the player clicked, telling me that the recording was over. “What were you hiding from me?”

“I’m so sorry, Elle.” Cassie sighed, rubbing my shoulder.

“My apologies, sweetheart.” Beau rumbled in agreement while Jenny pressed her cheek to my other shoulder to give me comfort. My breath was shaky, as the reality dawned on me like the sun on a night sky when it was the crack of daylight.

My sister’s murder case wasn’t as open and shut as I’d initially thought, and it terrified me.

I woke up in a hospital, panting and spotting the angry scarlet bruises and cuts-

“Belle.” Beau’s voice lulled me out like it always did, and I held onto that sound- his deep, coaxing words that I couldn’t help but relax to - like a lifeline.

Like the only lifeline I had.

“Yeah, I’m with you, just…” I took a deep breath in, “last time I investigated my sister’s murder, I ended up on the tail end of a hit ‘n’ run.” I exhaled the breath, “Ain’t my finest moment.”

I scrolled through Instagram, since Olivia had taught me how to use it over a long and chaotic three hours, and the first thing I conveniently saw was my ex boyfriend Harry McIntyre with his pretty redhead girlfriend, the one who he cheated on me with. The lights of the bar illuminated my drink in purples, greens and blues, and I was beginning to enjoy the silence and tranquility of drinking alone.

“Isabelle.” Markham slid into the seat in front of me, making me roll my eyes oh-so-obviously in hope it would ward him off like salt does a ghost or demon.

It didn’t work. Just. My. Luck.

“Markham.” I replied coolly, sipping my beer as a thousand thoughts ran through my head about how I should stay calm and not deck this man in the face just to honour and respect my elder sister’s memory. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m not exactly going to be subtle or quiet about this, Isabelle.” He frowned, leaning forward slightly. “I am Olivia’s father, and you need to give custody over to me.”

“And I’m not gonna be subtle or quiet about this either, Markham.” I retorted, my mouth set in a thin line. “Lucy left me as Olivia’s legal guardian in her will. I plan to keep it that way. And, mind you, she’s your stepdaughter. I’d rather let Dean be her legal guardian.”

“I don’t trust Dean.”

“You don’t trust anyone!”

“Look, he just doesn’t come off as the good guy to me.” Mark persisted, but I took a sip of my beer and shook my head, scoffing. The audacity of this man.

“And you do?” I frowned, tilting my head in confusion and partial anger.

“I never said that.”

“Sounds like you did.”

“I just think Olivia would be safer with me.”

“Ok, Mark, let me make this very clear.” I smiled, but not the usual one. It was rather… menacing, because my eyes glinted dangerously. “I don’t want my night of peaceful drinkin’ to be ruined. You almost rained on a sunny day when you tried to bring this up at my niece’s birthday party. I’m not giving Olivia up. That girl means the world to me, and I ain’t keen on sending her to you. I do that when I’m on duty, but when I’m not, she’s with me. And it’ll stay that way, y’hear?”

Mark looked like he was about to argue, but my look silenced him. He shrank back, then got up and instantly went out the door. I laughed slightly, gesturing for a shot of tequila from the bartender. I’d had this conversation with Markham before, and it never, never ended in a mutual, calm agreement.

‘You… and me. Never forget that.’ I played that sentence over and over, listening to the quake in Lucy’s voice that only deepened the guilt in my gut to the point where it felt like the Mariana Trench. I remembered when the only expression on her face was pure happiness, and I could never understand why she was so optimistic, or even how she maintained it. All I knew was that I loved it. Too much, sometimes, to the point where Lucy was my everything and I was hers, in the best way possible.

It was always you and me.

It was, wasn’t it?

I looked down at my hands, the hands that could’ve stopped everything, stopped her suffering, the hands that were only a flight of stairs and a trip down the hall away. My ignorance at the time was crippling. The cruel thought that Lucy was safe and sound. It resulted in Olivia losing her mom and everything she knew, and having to live with her auntie.

Not that I’m not the best option, but if I’d picked up my metaphorical magnifying glass and looked closer, I’d see. See that things were wrong. Someone was after her, I didn’t know who, but one psycho was out to kill her, and succeeded.

The one of many times someone’s success felt like it twisted my heartstrings. The worst success.

I remembered the desperation that I had when I first investigated Lucy’s murder. The wild look I had in my eyes when I spotted myself in the mirror, and then one like a wounded animal when I wound up battered in a hospital. I didn’t want to go through that again. Not the false hope that I’d get somewhere. I didn’t need it, I didn’t want it, I couldn’t handle it. I’d possibly go feral if I found out the truth, but all the same, Lucy needed me. It was always me and her. When she was nineteen and I was eleven , not wanting to let her go because she was everything I had and more.

I hadn’t had that stable of a home life growing up. My dad cheated on my mom with his secretary and left her when I was three. Mom did the next best thing to dealing with the loss of her husband, which was filling herself brain high with any booze she could find. Lucy had taken the job of taking care of me, and she did a damn good job at it. Even got rewarded with an apple pie, white picket fence life to boot. I couldn’t have been happier for her, because she deserved every bit of happiness she got.

Even if I didn’t want to deal with the inevitable pain of investigating into my sister’s murder, I owed it to her. I needed to bring whoever killed her to justice.

I reached for my phone, dialling the first person that came to mind who’d help me with this case. I bit my lip, jogging my leg as I waited for him to pick up. ‘Hey, darlin’.’ I heard Beau’s voice from the other end, cherry as ever. ‘What can I do for ya?’

“Hey, Sheriff.” I breathed out, looking at the cassette player with stony eyes. “What d’you say to reopening a cold case?”

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PREVIEW OF CHAPTER THREE

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Bewitched

Beau Arlen x Indigenous!Goth!OC!Kiera Styx

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Fic on AO3

Summary: After moving a long way from Texas, Sheriff Beau Arlen finds someone else who doesn't quite fit into the quiet town of Helena, Montana.

Kiera is a single mother who just wants to move on with her life but the town's Sheriff keeps eyeing her. She's not sure how to feel.

A/N: me when i take every character jensen has ever played and make them fall in love with a trans girlie !!! it's a bit of a crack fic, a bit of self indulgence but y'know what isnt at this point?

General Warnings: a lil bit of gore, dark themes, age gap, and smut but this gonna be mostly fluff !!!

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Folding Laundry -> Dean Winchester x OC (or fe!reader)

Saying "I Love You" -> Dean Winchester x Fe!reader

Wedding Day Disaster -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC

Childhood Crush -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC(Zoey)

Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy)

Spencer Reid:

A Life of Shocks and Promises 1/? -> Spencer Reid x Austin

A Life of Shocks and Promises 2/?

New Recruit -> SR x OC

New Neighbour -> SR x OC

Best-Friends In Love -> SR x JJ (Jeid)

Castiel Novak:

I'm Yours -> Castiel x Fe!Reader

Solider Boy:

A Soldier in Montana -> Solider Boy x Fe!OC

Beau Arlen:

Dance with me, Darlin’ -> Beau Arlen x Reader

I Can Feel You -> Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (reader if you wish)

Last Minute Customer -> Beau Arlen x Reader

Steve Rogers:

Falling In Fall -> Steve Rogers x OC (female - Noelle Harlow)

Tell Me What We Are -> Steve Rogers x OC (Female - Isla)

Peter Parker:

Christmas Movies and Kisses -> Peter Parker x Fe!OC (Alex)

I’m In Love (With My Best Friend) -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

The Look Of Terror -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

A Moment Of Everything -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader

Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Drowning In Love -> Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fe!OC (Althea)

Javier Peña:

Durazno -> Javier Peña x Fe!OC/Reader (Last name; Becker)

Secure -> Javier Peña x Fe!Reader

Kiss In Stitches -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader/OC (Last Name; Jackson)

Blood Washed Away -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

To Shitty Days and Shitty Families -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader

Din Djarin:

Without Logic, or Reasoning -> Din Djarin x Fe!Reader

Anthony Lockwood:

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me) -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 2 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 3 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Bloody Pardon 4 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Freak Like Them -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader (more found family with all Lockwood and Co)

Message From Iris -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader

Punch At First Sight -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader 

Joel Miller:

To You -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader

Written In The Stars -> Joel Miller x Reader (is Fe! but no use of pro-nouns in the fic)

Quiet Crushes -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader 

Javi Gutierrez:

Cambiando El Mundo -> Javi G x Reader

Clint Barton:

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay) -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (18+)

In Love -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (16+)

Oberyn Martell:

Dove -> Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader

Loki Laufeyson:

Everything Little Thing (Is Magic) -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Detecting Love -> Loki x Fe!Reader

Billy The Kid:

Don’t Waste A Second -> Billy the Kid x Fe!Reader (16+)

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[violentdelightsproductions]

Halloween 2022: Beau x Jeannie- Bad Moon Rising 

I see the bad moon a-risin' I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today

Don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise

Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye

Well don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise

Don't come around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise

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[welldonebeca]

The Triplets (5)

Warnings: Tension. Jealousy. Praising. Oral sex. Face-sitting. Possessive sex. Spanking. Rough sex. Unsafe sex. 

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Beau didn't say anything. He didn't say anything as he drove back home and didn't say anything as he led her inside her house and made her sit down on the couch of the living room. The same couch on which she had fucked Dean.

There were ten minutes of silence between them, in which Lizzie ate herself up in guilt and shame, embarrassed with what she had done.

"Lizzie," he spoke slowly.

She braced herself for him to yell and accuse her, but Beau didn't look any accusatory.

"What happened?"

She looked away from him.

"We were watching TV," she told him. "Drinking and talking... and then we were kissing. And making out. And... you know. It escalated."

He stared at her in shock, kneeling in front of her, and took her hand in his as he looked into her eyes.

"Did Dean force you into anything?" he asked. "Did he imply that you had to sleep with him for you to stay here?"

What? No!

"No! He would never do that!" she argued.

Dean was a good person!

"Uncle Beau, I promise, it was..." she bit her lips nervously and then felt her shoulders falling in shame. "It was my fault. I pushed him."

Beau frowned.

"I was feeling so lonely, and Dean was right there," she rambled. "And he was sweet, and he is hot, and I thought he would be the perfect guy to lose my virginity to, and he didn't mind!"

He stared at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"And he offered to stop, but I said please!" she told him. "I asked him and he was nice, and he even got me plan b!"

"You're a virgin?" he repeated. "You were a virgin?"

She nodded, and he breathed in slowly.

"How did it happen?"

It took Lizzie a minute to figure what he was asking.

"Hm?"

"How did it happen?" he repeated.

She stopped, swallowing down a bit.

"I..." she looked for words. "We... were on the couch. And we undressed. And we tried to be quiet."

Beau nodded with her, licking his lips and she squirmed.

"And he fingered me," she whispered. "And... hm... put his mouth. You know. There."

Lizzie covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.

"God, on our couch?" he asked suddenly, looking at it with disgust. "Fucking Dean. You shouldn't have had your first time on this couch! I don't even remember the last time we washed it!"

"Oh, it's alright," she tried to reassure him. "I promise, Uncle Beau."

Beau covered his face with his hand, shaking his head a little.

"Did he give you an orgasm?" he asked suddenly.

She looked up at his face, surprised.

"What?"

"Please, sweetie," he looked at her. "Tell me you at least came."

She continued to stare at him.

"Why are you asking me that?" she asked, instead.

"If my stupid brother was so inconsiderate as to not give you a bed to lay in while losing your virginity, the least he could have done was make you cum, Lizzie."

"Uncle Beau, I-"

He sat down on the couch and reached for her, cradling her cheek.

"Lizzie, you are a good girl. A wonderful girl. You deserve such good things, I wish... I wish I could have given them to you."

Her breath stuttered.

Oh.

So that was why he was so angry?

He wanted to be in Dean's place.

Lizzie leaned closer to his touch and rested a hand on his knee.

"Why don't you show me?"

He hesitated, looking conflicted, and she rubbed her nose over his.

"Show me, uncle Beau?" she pleaded softly.

It was Lizzie who kissed him first, but Uncle Beau was very quick to make it deeper, pulling her right to his lap, sitting her on him with her legs spread.

Beau moved his hands up her thighs, caressing them.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to touch you?" he squeezed her. "How long I've wanted to kiss you, pretty girl? Lift that little sundress and eat out your pussy?"

Her face burned at the declaration, and gasped when he picked her up, starting to walk.

"You've become such a beautiful woman," he squeezed her waist, walking up the stairs. "All I could think about is that you deserve to be with someone who could take care of you. Make you feel good."

Her heart rushed as her face burned, flustered at his sweet words.

When did anyone ever want to take care of her after mum died?

Everyone wanted to fix her, to fit her somewhere and call the job done.

Beau laid her on the bed, moving back to close and lock the door, and she used the moment to take off her dress, thankful that she had put on her best bra, a lacy one, though it wasn't even intentional.

"God," he sighed, stopping in front of her. "You are so beautiful."

Lizzie bit her lower lip and moved her hand to her back, taking her bra off and tossing it away under his eyes, and did the same to her panties.

Beau swallowed down as he watched her, and she waited for him to come to her.

Instead, though, he moved his hand to his clothes, taking her off quickly, not even caring about where they went as he undressed.

He was beautiful.

A little different from Dean. Dean had a few scars on his torso that Lizzie didn't quite know the origin and Beau grew a little more hair on his chest, groomed but still natural.

She sat up and he was quick to kiss her lips again, making her stand, and he held her hips when she pulled away.

"I want you to sit on my face," he whispered.

Lizzie's eyes widened.

He what now?

Beau laid down on the bed and pulled her by the hand.

"Come here, sweetheart."

She sat on his stomach, instead.

"Uncle Beau, I don't know-"

"It's alright, baby," he moved his hand up to her chest, caressing her nipples. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

Lizzie hesitated, looking at her thighs. They were pretty big.

She was pretty heavy.

"Don't worry," he winked at her, grinning largely. "I'm a strong man."

She couldn't say no.

So, she let Beau lift her up and pull her up.

 She gasped and moaned when he reached for her, licking across her entrance and then her clit.

She gasped and moaned when he reached for her, licking across her entrance and then her clit.

"Beau!"

He ate her out like a man starved, devouring her, exploring her folds, rubbing against her entrance and yet not pushing into her, playing with her clit, sucking on it sweetly.

"Beau, beau, beau-" she cried, gripping his hair, trying to push his face deeper into her cunt.

Fuck, this was maddening. Mind shattering.

"Please," she cried, though not knowing what for.

His hand held her in a bruising grip, and Lizzie cried out when she came, quivering as he licked her clean.

He didn't stop, licking and licking as she moaned and squirmed, and Lizzie gasped when he pressed his fingers against her entrance.

"Gotta prep you well," he spoke against her. "Make sure you can take my cock, sweet girl."

She squirmed, whining.

Lizzie had taken Dean's cock, hadn't she? Why did he have to tease her? she could take his cock too!

"Please, Beau," she begged. "Want your cock, please. I can take it, I promise."

But he didn't move, holding her in place, and Lizzie was the one who had to take control.

She lifted herself from his face, fighting his hands when he tried to get get back, and sat on his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and slowly massaging it.

Up and down, like she'd seen guys do it in porn, not squeezing too much but still trying to be firm.

"I want you inside me, uncle Beau," she looked into his eyes. "Please?"

He straight-up throbbed in her hand, maybe in the same way her pussy would squeeze around nothing when she needed something inside her.

Beau's face was covered with her juices.

He squinted at her, a little peeved, as if he was ready to punish her.

"Please," she pouted, insisting. "I need you."

He chuckled, relaxing.

"Those damn lips..." he purred, sitting up as she continued to stroke his cock.

It almost distracted her when he kissed her, but Lizzie tried to keep herself focused so he wouldn't win.

She shifted her hips, pulling the head of his cock against her entrance, and whimpered at the stretch when she felt it.

"You can do it, sweet girl," he bit her lower lip. "Slow and steady."

Lizzie bit her lower lip, letting go of his cock and wrapping her arms around his neck for support, and Beau held her hips with a hand as he used the other one to hold his cock in the right position as she sat on him.

"That's it," he hummed. "Good girl, taking my cock so well."

She closed her yees, resting her forehead on his.

"Gonna fill you up so well," he grunted. "Perfect fit."

She tried to keep herself from falling onto him, stying to stay composed, but he was so damn deep in that position.

Lizzie gasped when he finally filled her up, stuffing her full, even deeper than Dean.

"Uncle Dean..." she moaned weakly. "You're so big!"

Beau stopped under her, holding her.

He pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled back, and Lizzie's eyes widened when she realised her slip.

"What did you call me sweet girl?" he pulled her by her hair.

Lizzie gasped.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I am your uncle," he pulled back and thrust all the way into her, hard and punctual. "I'm the only one who can make you feel good. The only one who deserved you."

She moaned and whined, embarrassed by her slip.

How could she have called him Dean?!

"Yes, uncle Beau," she moaned. "Only you! Only you!"

Beau fucked her hard, bouncing her on his lap as if she weighed nothing.

"Gonna fuck that thought into you so you don't forget," he huffed.

He grabbed her his, holding her completely as he made fucked her.

"This is my pussy now," he growled. "Mine to taste, to touch, to fuck!"

She came.

Shaking, whimpering, crying.

And it didn't go missed by Beau.

"Oh, did you cum, baby?" he mocked you. "I barely even touched you."

She whined, gasping when he lifted her, laying her on the bed.

Her chest was pressed against the blanket and before she could move her head, he pushed it down, pulling her hips up.

"Stay right there, baby," he commanded. "Keep your ass up for me."

Beau didn't move to fuck her for a moment, and Lizzie frowned in confused, ready to look at him when a sharp slap met her ass.

She gasped, but had no time to react as he slapped her again, again and again until she was whimpering and whining.

"Perfect bounce," he purred.

Finally, he penetrated her again, pushing his cock all the way inside her and moving just as fast as before, deep and hard.

"Say my name," he commanded, darkly.

"Beau," she cried.

But he slapped her ass again.

"Say it right, sweet girl."

Lizzie's innie's cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Uncle Beau!"

He huffed, fucking her deep, nuzzling his face onto the crook of her neck as he pounded into her, moving his fingers to her clit and rubbing it fast.

Lizzie almost screamed at the close stimulation and her eyes rolled back at the sudden overwhelming pleasure.

He was so big, practically looming over her, covering her body with his body.

She could already feel herself so close to an orgasm.

"Please, uncle Beau," she pleaded. "Wanna cum, please."

He clicked his tongue.

"So greedy," he lamented to her. "You wanna cum again after you hurt my feelings?"

Lizzie whined, and he rubbed her clit harder.

"After you let Dean take what was mine? Hm?"

She pouted, turning her head to look at him.

"Please, uncle," she pleaded. "You said you'd make me feel good."

She could see the exact moment Beau softened, breaking, and licked his hips.

"I did, didn't I, sweet girl?"

Lizzie nodded, pouting a little more, and he leaned to her, kissing her cheek as he rubbed her clit.

"Cum for me, sweet girl," he whispered.

She reached her peak a couple of moments after and embraced the wive of her orgasm, letting herself be used as Beau fucked her until he soon reached his orgasm, spilling into her before she realised he was letting another man cum inside her willingly.

Plan B worked retroactively, right?

Beau stayed inside, breathing for a moment before he adjusted her to spoon her, kissing Lizzie's cheek as they relaxed.

It wasn't long until the fuzzy sex brain left her and she started worrying.

"Maybe we should clean up?" she asked. "Before anyone comes back home."

Beau caressed her side, kissing her cheek.

"Just relax," he assured her. "I can handle everything."

Lizzie exhaled, covering his hand with hers.

"Alright," she rested her head on his pillow.

She closed her eyes for a moment, dozing off.

The last thing she felt was Beau's fingers petting her curls as she fell asleep.

. . .

"The Triplets" was posted on Patreon on January 2023. To read it now before anyone else and read the sequels "The Livestream (Ben x Lizzie)", "patience is a virtue (Dean x Lizzie)" and "the pictures (Beau x Lizzie)", subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month and it helps a lot.

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