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thebiggerbear · 4 months

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Beau Arlen - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: Your house is broken into one night when Beau wasn't home and now you find yourself expecting it to happen again at any moment. Will you ever feel safe in your home again?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female!Reader; Beau Arlen x Female!Lawyer Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. My brain immediately settled on this idea when I decided to respond to this prompt from more than one character. It just seemed to fit. Hope this is alright.

A huge thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Warnings: mentions of break-in, mentions of guns, mentions of possible violence scenarios, implied possible assault scenario

Word Count: 4030

Beau Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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You checked and rechecked the locks on the windows of your upstairs bedroom. You’d never admit it aloud, but you were nervous and on edge.

The other night, Beau had had to work late due to some case that had dropped into his lap near the end of the work day. When he’d called, all apologetic, you’d told him it was no problem. You lived with a lawman so you knew how it could go sometimes, and you knew to adjust accordingly. The simple solution? You ordered takeout and decided to indulge in some wine and Netflix.

Once you’d finished half of the newest season of Virgin River, you decided it was time for bed. Sadly, Beau had gotten so tied up with the same case and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and that was only if he was lucky. You made sure both doors were locked, turned the lights off, and headed upstairs. At one point, you smiled to yourself at the thought of perhaps waiting to get into bed before calling your cowboy and enticing him to lock himself away in his office or car for a bit.

You had just finished your nightly routine, slipped on the silkiest nightgown you owned, and crawled onto the bed. You positioned yourself as best as you could, smiled as you flipped over to Beau’s contact picture, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. You were just about to facetime the sheriff, hoping he would move away from anyone he was around to answer it, when you heard a sudden breaking of glass downstairs.

You froze, your heart pounding and a part of you wondering if the wine glass you’d left on the counter had fallen off. Then you heard it again. This time a larger volume of glass broke and it was obvious that there was force behind it. You knew then that someone was trying to break into your house. Your mind began to race; to outsiders, your house gave all the tell-tale signs that its owner was home, moving about and/or possibly asleep. Whoever was downstairs was making a lot of noise, and if someone intentionally broke into a house that was clearly occupied, it could only mean one thing.

You jumped off the bed and ran to the closet, speedily entering in the combo for Beau’s gun safe. You grabbed the gun, made sure it was loaded, and hurried to close the bedroom door, hitting the lock. You swiped your cell phone off the bed and called 911, huddling in a corner that couldn’t be seen right away from the door should someone bust in. You kept the gun pointed at the door as you quietly gave the dispatcher your address and all the info needed. You remained on the call with them until the police arrived in record time.

Beau hadn’t been too far behind them, Poppernak having heard the call come through and letting him know immediately. You were in a robe and a pair of Uggs you had thrown on quickly, talking to the responding officers, when your boyfriend pulled up, jumping out of Pedro and running right over to you. He gathered you up in his arms and lifted you off the ground. “Thank God,” he whispered, holding you to him. After a moment, he gently placed you back on your feet and cupped your face, studying you intently. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still not fully able to speak. The adrenaline was still running rampant through your body, yet fear and shock were slowly starting to make their presence known as well.

He gave you a tender smile and pulled you in for a hug, holding your body against him in a way to further reassure you that everything was alright. And if it wasn’t, you knew he would do everything in his power to make it so.

The officers had taken your statement and assessed the damage, but the suspects had gotten away before the cops showed up. That’s right, suspects — as in plural. Your neighbor across the street, Melanie Layton, had seen them running down the street to the soundtrack of police sirens getting closer; said persons then disappeared in a car that she didn’t know the make or model of, nor could she make out the vehicle’s color. She had just pulled into her driveway, having finished a long evening shift at the nursing home she worked at, and between the darkness and her own exhaustion, she hadn’t been able to really see much of what had happened.

That evening, Beau brought you out to the camper he kept even though he’d moved in with you four months prior. His reasoning had been that you two could take a break from the town should you ever need it, and that night, you’d never been more grateful for his thinking ahead. He stayed in bed with you until you fell asleep. and when you woke up in the middle of the night to find him not in the camper, you quickly discovered that he was sitting outside in one of the deck chairs, sipping coffee and cradling a shotgun in his lap.

He’d given you a smile when you stepped outside. “I didn’t wake you, did I, darlin’?”

You crossed your arms and inclined your head towards the gun. “What’s that for?”

He shrugged. “I just feel better having it handy is all.”

“So you’ve got a shotgun while you’re sitting on the porch.” You sat down in the chair next to him, flashing him a smile of your own. “What’s next? Yelling at kids to get off your lawn?”

He didn’t laugh at your teasing like you’d expected him to. Instead, he held out a hand to you and you took it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, sweetheart.”

“Beau, you had to work. It’s okay.”

Beau let out a heavy sigh and lowered the shotgun safely to the ground with his other hand before pulling you over to sit with him. “No, it ain’t. I should have let Hoyt handle that case and I should have been home with you.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say. You knew it wasn’t his fault, of course, and how could it be? Still, a part of you was still coming down from earlier and your thoughts were running rampant. What if the suspects had come through the bedroom door? What if you’d had to shoot one — or both? Worse, what if you had frozen up and they came upstairs to find you all alone, defenseless and in a vulnerable position? What if you hadn’t even heard them and you were facetiming Beau when they found you? What if you had been able to convince Beau to go somewhere private for a few and you had been in the middle of—

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting that thought to go any further, and instead laid your head on Beau’s shoulder. He kissed your forehead and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“We’re going to get through this,” he quietly reassured you.

You opened your eyes and nodded. “We will. I know we will.”

A sweet smile formed on his face and he grabbed the blanket that had been wrapped around him and carefully wrapped it around both of you. You had snuggled into him and he pressed a kiss to your hair before laying his head on top of yours, holding you close. You had stayed like that for the rest of that night.

Presently, the police still hadn’t been able to find the suspects even though they checked street cams, traffic cams, canvassed the neighbors, and even took another run at Melanie in case she remembered anything more from that night. At first they tried to dismiss it as most likely two young guys high on meth looking for an easy score, but after one glare from Beau, the detectives assigned to your case cleared their throats and assured you they’d delve deeper. You had been asked to come up with a list of anyone that might be less than pleased with you and, being a county attorney that worked the Criminal Division, that list was bound to be long. You’d even had to think back to your time in Bozeman. Still, nothing panned out. The cops literally had nothing to go on, but they said they would keep you updated about any new developments that came up.

Beau hadn’t left your side for the first two days, electing to have his undersheriff delegate any new cases that came in and handle anything that he usually would. You both had stayed in the AirStream since you weren’t ready to go back home yet. He’d cooked for you, made you laugh, he’d taken you out and about to get your mind off things, and he’d held you close at night. He kept his gun next to the bed as an added means of making you feel safe, but you already felt safer just being with him and being out of that house. Feeling better or not, however, that didn’t mean you didn’t have your moments. When a server had accidentally dropped a glass at the diner Beau had taken you to for breakfast, you had nearly launched out of your seat with how high you’d jumped. Some young guy had stared at you a little too long as you and Beau walked down the sidewalk, and you immediately moved into your boyfriend and dug your fingers into his side when you passed the stranger. You didn’t feel comfortable being anywhere alone in town, feeling as if the moment you were, someone would either grab you, attack you, or hurt you then and there, and you wouldn’t see it coming. You were beyond grateful that you were allowed to conceal and carry, and you were even more thankful that your father had made sure you knew how to hunt, fish, and, most importantly, shoot by your eleventh birthday.

You knew what was happening and why you felt the way you did. You’d dealt with this situation enough in your job — you’d spoken with enough victims of burglaries and home invasions — so you knew the break-in had rattled you. You hated it; being scared of your own shadow wasn’t you, yet you couldn’t help how you were feeling even with Beau as a constant reassurance at your side.

You really appreciated the careful attention he was paying you; after dropping you off for a visit with Cassie and Denise, a visit that was much-needed and much-enjoyed, he’d even replaced the back door that the would-be thieves had busted in their haste to get inside. There had been a beautiful back door with multiple panes of glass that allowed the sunlight in to brighten up the kitchen each morning, one of the features of the house that had you signing a lease two years ago when you’d moved back to town. What was broken had been replaced by an even nicer door that still allowed your kitchen to have that beautiful golden-hour glow, and the sheriff himself had installed it, locks and everything. Overall, Beau had been amazing and supportive, truly there for you without you needing to ask him to be. But eventually, after a few days, he did have to return to work and so did you.

He’d had Jenny do a walk-through of the house with the both of you on your first night back. They both made sure all of the locks were working and Beau showed you the new alarm that had been installed as well as cameras on both entryways — everything was secure. Jenny had even posted a deputy outside your house for your first night.

But here you were, obsessively checking every entry point into your bedroom, the place that had served as your safe haven up until the other night. The aluminum bat that you’d purchased was placed next to the bed and you made sure your phone was fully charged in case you needed to call 911 again. You confirmed you had a full clip in your gun that was sitting on your nightstand. Beau had come in some time ago and watched your every movement as he got ready for bed. Only when you checked the locks on the window for the sixth time in your circuit did he slowly approach you.

“Honey, we’re sealed up tight. No one’s getting in without us knowing about it. Plus, Poppernak’s sitting outside. We’re good.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you from behind. “Why don’t you come to bed?” He whispered huskily into your ear.

Any other night, you wouldn’t have needed to be asked twice, but this wasn’t any other night. “Did you make sure the alarm was set?”

He carefully turned you in his arms to face him, cupping your chin and lifting your eyes to meet his. “We’re safe, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I know, I just—”

“We’re safe,” he reiterated, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

You nodded and let out a deep breath. “I know. I’m just…” You struggled to get the words out. “They picked us.” At Beau’s furrowing of his brows, you elaborated: “Out of all the houses on this block they could’ve picked, they picked ours. They knew someone was home. How many cases have you worked where the suspects broke in while someone was in the house and that someone didn’t get hurt? I’m not talking run-ins, I’m talking purposeful breaking and entering, fully knowing someone was there. Because the cases I’ve had where that happens don’t usually have a happy ending.”

Beau mulled over your words for a moment, licking his lips as he tended to do when he was nervous or was about to spout some of that wisdom of his. Given the subject at hand, you knew it had to be the latter.

He framed your face with his hands and stared into your eyes. “Honey, we’re gonna find them. Okay? Helena PD is looking everywhere and so are we. We’re turning over every rock, checking out every possible place they could be.”

“But we don’t even know who they are,” you pointed out.

“No,” he agreed. “But we have a description to go on. If they risked breaking in like they did, not caring who heard or saw, then they’re bound to make the same mistake again. It’s only a matter of time.”

“So someone else could get hurt before they’re finally caught?”

His brows began to furrow as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “Sure hope not. But I promise you, we’re gonna find them. Soon they’ll be in jail where they belong, and in the meantime, you’re safe.”

You scoffed and pulled away from him. You knew he was just trying to help, to reassure you, but your nerves were frayed — had been fraying since the break-in. “You can’t promise that, Beau, no one can. What happens the next time you have to work late on a case, or you have to travel to testify in a case from Houston like you did a few months ago? Or what if I work late and I’m walking to my car, alone, and…” You couldn’t even finish that sentence, the idea absolutely frightening to you. “And the thing is you’re saying you’ll find them but how can you? You only have a description, not fingerprints, DNA, a profile, a license plate, a make or model of the getaway car — nothing. They could literally be parked behind Poppernak right now, waiting to get in here again, and he wouldn’t even know because no one knows what they look like!” You finished the last part in a yell of frustration. You weren’t mad at him, it wasn’t his fault, and you didn’t mean to lash out, but you were so tired of the bullshit assurances that everyone — from Jenny to the detectives to your friends — had given you the last few days when you knew better.

Beau studied you for a moment and then slowly approached you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. “How long have you been feeling this way?” He murmured into your ear.

“What? Frustrated?” You laughed but there was no mirth in it.

“Unsafe,” he clarified.

You dug your fingers into the back of his shirt and you could feel the familiar burning in the corners of your eyes. “Since the break-in,” you whispered.

He pulled back to look at you, sighing. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I thought by fixing the door, installing the alarm system and the cameras, and having Jenny do the walk-through with us… I thought all of that would make you feel better. I should’ve realized that maybe it was too soon for us to come back here after what happened.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that. I appreciate everything you and Jenny have done, and I won’t let anyone keep me out of my own home. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

You bit your lip, debating on how to tell him this next part. You knew he would be more than understanding, but for some strange reason you hated even giving voice to it. If you spoke it aloud, it might dare the universe and next time, you might not be so lucky.

“Y/N?”

You let out an uneasy breath and circled your arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. You forced yourself to admit to him what was really bothering you. “That night… When you were going to be late…”

His eyebrows flashed upwards, urging you to continue.

“I wasn’t… I was underdressed.”

You could see confusion starting to layer his expression but he gave you a nod of understanding. “You were getting ready to go to bed, you said.”

“I was getting ready to facetime you.” When he still didn’t pick up on your meaning, you gave him a look. “So we could have a moment alone. Together.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened slightly when the realization hit him of just what you were talking about. “Oh.”

You nodded, retracting your arms and trying to step back a little, but his hand caught your hip to keep you from leaving. “I just keep thinking, what if I hadn’t heard them breaking in? What if they had come upstairs, into the room, and saw us? What if they…” You swallowed the rapidly forming lump in your throat, unable to finish that thought out loud. You noticed Beau’s jaw tighten, but his eyes remained soft as they stayed trained on you.

He urged you to close the gap between you with a gentle squeeze to your hip. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he whispered, encasing you in his arms once more. He hugged you tighter and you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling his comforting scent. “That didn’t happen and it’s never going to happen.”

“You don’t know that,” you choked out. “One night you might not be here and then—”

“No one will ever lay a goddamn finger on you while I’m still breathing,” he vowed menacingly. “I promise you that, baby.”

You hugged him tighter, sniffling. It had always amazed you just how secure and at home you felt while in his arms before this; now, you were grateful for the feeling and you wanted to bury yourself in it until this other terrible feeling went away. Logically, you knew that Beau couldn’t be with you every single second of the day and you shouldn’t want that to be the case yourself, but right now, until you felt secure in your own home again, you really didn’t want to be here without him.

After holding you for a few minutes, he gently moved to wipe a tear that had begun to make its way down your cheek. He offered you a reassuring smile while his eyes were lit with the fire of determination in what he’d promised you. “Whaddya say we move this conversation to the bed?” Your jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out of his head as he scrambled to correct himself, “I didn’t mean like that. I only meant that you’re tired — we’re both tired, and I thought maybe it would be better if we laid down and tried to get some shuteye, that’s all. I—shit. I’m sorry, honey.”

A laugh escaped you, surprising you both. Things had been so serious since the break-in, so intense, even a few minutes ago, that it felt good to laugh again. Just like he had been making you laugh back in the camper — something you never thought you’d experience in this house again. It was a pleasant and welcome surprise. You actually felt yourself start to relax a little.

Beau beamed down at you, happy to feel some of the tension easing away from your body. “So, bed then?”

You lifted up on your toes and pecked his lips, grinning. “Bed.”

He waggled his eyebrows playfully at you, smirking, as he took your hand and led you over to the bed. Once you both were settled in, you snuggled up to his chest and his arm came around you. You felt even more tension melt away from you which was nice. You didn’t realize just how tightly wound you’d been since you walked back into this house.

“You know, if you wanted, I could start looking around for a new place for us,” he murmured to your hairline.

You frowned and fidgeted with his t-shirt. “I don’t want to be run out of my own home.”

“No one’s running you out of anywhere, sweetheart,” he promised. “But I do want you to feel safe. Whether I’m here or not.”

You thought it over for a moment. You’d been in this house for two years and you’d never had an issue, not until now. This was supposed to be one of the safer neighborhoods and you even knew a few of your neighbors. You’d been to their Christmas parties and Sunday dinners — you’d even been to Sarah Tyler’s daughter’s 5th birthday party at the beginning of the year. You didn’t own this house, yet it had become a home to you. You weren’t sure that you wanted to leave. But you also weren’t sure that you could feel one hundred percent comfortable here ever again. You hated the crux you were in.

Almost as if Beau heard your thoughts earlier, he whispered against your skin, “If you’re worried about the kitchen door, we’ll take it with us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “We can’t take the door with us.”

“Sure we can.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I installed that puppy and I can take it back down.”

“And leave the house without a back door?” You teased. “Not sure I’ll get my security deposit back when they notice that missing.”

“Nah, we’ll just grab a door from Home Depot and give ‘em that one. I’ll even install it for them for free so you can get that deposit back.”

“My hero,” you joked, turning your head upwards and kissing him.

“Just think about it, okay?” He murmured to your lips. “You don’t have to decide right now, but at least think about it.”

“Okay.” You smiled when he tenderly brushed your hair back with his hand before kissing you again.

He helped you to settle back down against him and gently rubbed your back, something that made you close your eyes. You were starting to nod off when you heard him murmur, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe, baby.” Your smile reappeared hearing his voice reverberate underneath you, knowing he meant every single word.

“Love you,” you whispered, kissing his chest and snuggling into him once more.

“Love you, too, darlin’.” His other arm came around you and he kissed your forehead. “Love you, too.”

You weren’t quite sure what you would decide when it came to the house, but you knew one thing: here, in Beau’s arms, knowing he would do whatever it took to make you feel secure again, you were starting to feel just that bit safer already.

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daughterofcain-67 · 6 months

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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 мαѕтerlιѕт

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A coffee shop owner and a sheriff both infatuated with one another, yet neither will make a move because of the fear of rejection and dangers of attachment. While you find yourself distracting yourself with the handsome Andre, Beau is working a kidnapping case. When the case hits too close to home, how will Sheriff Arlen cope with the thought of you becoming the next captive of the kidnappers in his case?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: kidnapping, mature topics such as rape. other warnings are to be determined, some instances may not he suitable for all audiences. this is your warning.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: if you would like to be tagged in this series, don’t hesitate to ask.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.07.23

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 01.14.24

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 5

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 6 (trigger warning)

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 8

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 9

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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Dangerous

Summary: The reader does something “dangerous”. Beau thinks she ought to be punished for it...

Pairing: Dom!Beau Arlen x sub!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Because sometimes Beau just gives those little looks ;)

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“What was that?” asked Beau when you stepped inside the side door of your house. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uh, I was getting the mail I forgot to earlier?” you said, setting it on the table in the foyer before going to the sink to wash up. Beau huffed, getting close as you grabbed the nearby towel to dry off. “What are-”

“I thought I told you it’s dangerous to go out late at night alone.”

“It’s nine,” you laughed, surprised when you felt Beau’s chest flush against your back, large hands resting on your arms, gripping ever so gently. You stilled, inhaling sharply. “Oh. You mean…”

“I tell you not to put yourself in dangerous situations and what do you do? Go and do it right in front of me,” he murmured, voice husky and low. “Do I need to teach you a lesson or not?”

You smirked, lowering your head. Oh, he wanted to play tonight. You could easily turn him down and spend a different kind of evening in bed with Beau but he’d been so stressed at work lately and you relished seeing that rough, commanding side of him.

“You couldn’t teach me a lesson in your dreams, sheriff.” With that, you rolled your hips back against his crotch, Beau groaning quietly. “Do your worst.”

He audibly growled and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped when he smacked your ass, a content hum emitting from his throat as he carried you back to your bedroom. He unceremoniously dropped you on the bed, letting your body bounce. He leaned down over you, green eyes dark with control.

“You better be naked and presenting yourself by the time I get back.” He patted your cheek and ducked into your bathroom, shutting the door softly. You could have teased him and not done a thing but you had a feeling he didn’t want you to act out on purpose.

A moment later you were laying back on the bed, knees bent and legs spread, eyes shut. You keened when you heard the door open, a warm finger gently sliding through your folds.

“Already wet for me. Good girl,” he purred, rubbing his thumb in slow, unsatisfying circles over your clit, giving you nothing to grab onto and start a build. “Keep your eyes closed.”

The bed dipped on the other side, his strong hands yanking you backwards and flush against his chest, forcing you to kneel in his lap. The tip of his hard cock slid between your folds, grinding against you.

“Hands behind your back,” he said, kissing your earlobe. With a hitched breath, you carefully moved your arms, Beau easily wrapping his fingers around your wrists with one hand, squeezing enough to let you know he was in charge. He chuckled deeply as he moved his other hand around to your clit, rubbing it with more force, making you squirm back against him. “Who said you were allowed to do that?”

You tried to still but he was relentless, using talented fingers to wind you up right to the edge, his cock still sliding back and forth with a controlled movement of his hips. When he backed off and his hand moved away, you whimpered. You were so close.

And absolutely dripping.

“Such a bad girl earlier, weren’t you?” he said, gripping your hip. He slammed himself inside in one deep thrust, your walls fluttering around him. You gasped, Beau’s hold on your hip hard enough to leave a bruise in the morning. He thrust upwards, nailing your g-spot head on, thighs trembling in response.

He slid his hand up your throat, resting over it, letting the weight of it provide enough pressure, a threat hanging in the air.

“Open your eyes,” he murmured. When you did so, you saw he’d moved your floor length mirror to lean against the opposite wall, giving you a perfect view of the two of you. “Watch me fuck you and don’t you dare come without permission.”

“Yes, sheriff,” you mumbled, Beau punching a gasp out of you as he pulled back and thrust forward. Hard. Your body quaked as he ravaged you, keeping you close, legs sat back over his, arms restrained. Even his hand over your neck forced your head up, your eyes locking with his in the reflection.

He growled as he ravaged you, rough jerks of his hips setting a brutal pace assaulting you over and over again as you were powerless to stop it. Whines and whimpers left your throat, Beau nipping at your shoulder.

“Be a good girl and take a deep breath.” You inhaled deeply, Beau gripping your throat, cutting off your air. Within a few seconds your orgasm was right there, teetering on the edge of too much. Then he was letting go, telling you to take a deep breath. He did it over and over, cutting off your air for only a few seconds at a time but he was winding you up like crazy, your tired legs trying to thrust back pathetically against him. “Big, big breath for me. This time, I’m not letting go until you come all over my cock.”

He gave you a moment to get some air in your lungs before he squeezed, slamming his hips, the whole bed shaking with every movement.

Your orgasm was building up and up, finally teetering over the edge into a long, deep explosion, only heightened by the fact Beau still had his hand on your throat. It sent you straight into a second orgasm, body flush and covered with sweat. When you just about lost all your senses, you felt him throb inside you, his hand removing itself from your throat, Beau fucking up into you harder and harder, the pump of his hips finally slowing.

“S’good girl,” he murmured, panting behind you, releasing your wrists and wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned against him with closed eyes, his heart pounding away behind you. “So good for me, aren’t you.”

You held up your hand for a high five, Beau laughing as he smacked it. He carefully slipped out of you and gave you a firm hug, snuggling down into your neck.

“Thank you. You were so good,” he purred, kissing under your jaw. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Did you already run a bath?” you asked when he carried you into the warm bathroom, tub already mostly filled up. “I love when you think of everything.”

“I learned my lesson after last time. Fill up the tub beforehand but do not have it going full force,” he said, gently lowering you into the water before turning it off. He kissed your temple before climbing in himself behind you, grabbing the bottle of soap, squirting some in his hands. “Anything sore?”

“I’m good,” you hummed, fingers dancing over your skin, sudsing you up. “You want to talk about what happened at work?”

“Am I that obvious?” he chuckled. “Just a stressful day. A perp outran me so that was a tad demoralizing. We got him eventually but I swear I’m just wearing sneakers to work from now on.”

“Isn’t the whole running after bad guys thing why you have deputies?” You slid further down into the tub, tilting your head back up at him.

“Gotta show ‘em the boss can keep up,” he said, kissing your forehead. “So did you get anything in the mail?”

“Just junk.” You started to laugh. “And uh, next time you can just say you want to be in charge. Scolding me for getting the mail at night was freaking hilarious.”

“Will do. My brain just shorted out and went with it,” he chuckled.

“Considering you’re the one who told me this is one of the safest neighboorhoods in town, specifically mentioning it’d be perfectly fine to be outdoors at night-”

“Hey, hey,” he said. “I did a dumb. But I also gave you two orgasms.”

“You did,” you hummed. “Alright. We’ll let the idiocy go.”

“So kind of you,” he said, smiling down at you. “You want to watch a movie and have sundaes after our bath? Or are you sleepy?”

“You had me at sundae, babe.” He laughed, quickly turning into a groan when his phone rang.

“Ugh. No one calls this time of night except for work,” he said. He carefully climbed out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist and trotting to the bedroom. You peeked your head over the tub edge, watching him throw his head back. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Beau!” you whispered, Beau putting his hand over the end of the phone. “Let Pop take lead. It’ll be good for him and you can check in on him in the morning.” He blinked and you rolled your eyes. “Delegate! You’re the boss, remember?”

“Hey Pop, why don’t you take lead if you’re up for it…perfect. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, hanging up, quickly hopping back in the warm water. “Did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re getting me out of work?”

“Sexier than that mirror action?”

“Close second,” he laughed, soaping himself up. “It didn’t sound too serious.”

“Beau?” He hummed. “You’re naked in a bathtub with your girlfriend.”

“What’s work again?” he chuckled, pulling you into his lap where you felt his dick stiffening slightly.

“You up for a round two?” you asked, reaching behind you, stroking him slowly.

“With you? Abso-fucking-lotely, sweetheart.”

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smellingofpoetry · 6 months

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I thought of Beau Arlen when this song came across my playlist yesterday, so thought I’d pass it s as king in case it might inspire you. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/bTNLYeaL7No?si=oUk5owojOctRP_8i

(Songbird by Eva Cassidy)

Characters: Reader, Beau Arlen

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 351

A/N: Hi! Here I'm answering a new request just as promised. I'm slowly answering every one of you, so don't worry if you don't get an answer immediately. I'm reading all of you and writing down everything while doing my best to fulfill your wishes. I had to admit that I wasn't a real fan of this song. It's not quite my genre, and I was worried I couldn't write anything down. Nonetheless, I managed to write something in the end; something I quite like, if I can say so myself. I'm just hoping you'll like it as well. Let me know what you think. ❤ All errors are mine.

Y/N woke up with the chirp of songbirds, which was quite common when she stayed over and slept in a van in the middle of nature. That was happening a lot lately, which meant she was supposed to be used to that sound, and yet, she couldn’t help the groan that escaped from her lips. Y/N had to admit that those little birds were helpful during work days. She has never been so on time, something even her boss appreciated. Today, though, was Saturday, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Y/N nestled a bit more under the cover, trying to find the warmth and comfort of the body next to her. She shifted a bit more, but all she could find was cold. She turned around, noticing the empty spot beside her. Y/N frowned, getting up, begrudgingly grabbing the shirt on the nearby chair. She put it on, wrapping it around her middle as she could before walking towards the door. The chilly morning air hit her in the face as soon as she was out. On her right, sitting in one of the chairs with a cup of coffee was Beau. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He smiled at her, opening one of his arms in invitation. Y/N shortened the distance and went to sit in his lap. Beau welcomed her, hugging her with his arm and pulling her closer. “'Morning.” She whispered, nestling against his warmth. Her head found the space between his neck and shoulder to lay over. “Birds again?” he asked with a hint of a smile, kissing her forehead. “Those little –” Y/N stopped herself from swearing at the first ray of the sun. “Next Saturday, we’re staying at my place.” She stated matter of factly. “Uhm, I don’t know…” Beau started, unsure, making her sit straight to look at him better. She even raised one of her brows for good measure. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nature; can see the alba, breathing fresh air and –” “I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes.” She cut him off. “Deal!” He answered right away, making her giggle.

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Always Had Something For Cowboys

Y/n Lambert couldn't take any more time with her ex, so she moved her daughter to another part of Montana. She finds work at the Yellowstone ranch and having some attraction to Kayce Dutton. Yet when her past comes to find, will they be able to make it out together?

1 - Our New Lives

2 - The Dutton Ranch

3 - Dating a Cowboy

4 - First Day of Work

5 -

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If It’s Meant to Be

Chapter 14 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! Smut, a little bit of aggressive smut, abo dynamics, knotting, scenting, claiming, marking. Just a smidge of dirty talk. Language. Beau caring a little baggage from Carla’s ass.

Word Count: 2468

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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When Y/N first woke up, she didn’t know what had awoken her from her slumber. For the first time in what felt like years, but was really only about two weeks, Y/N had actually slept. Which is probably why she woke up more than a little disoriented; coupled with being in mostly unfamiliar surroundings. Still, she could not pinpoint what had woken her up, until she sensed it.

It wasn’t a huge, drastic change in the atmosphere. Nothing Earth moving or world shaking as some better, more colorful worded Omegas than herself had often described it. It was subtle. It was a slight change in his scent, the sudden stiffness in his shoulders, even as he slept soundly next to her, it was the heaviness in which his chest moved with each breath, and slight crease between his perfect brows. The suppressants had worn off, he was in a full rut now. It was time.

It should have scared her more than it did, and maybe if she were honest with herself, she was a little afraid that somehow, they’d fuck things up again, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t afraid of what they were about to do.

In fact, the more she thought about it as she watched him sleep, knowing well that his rut would get stronger, and it would wake him up soon, that she was sure this is what she wanted.

When she helped him through the first round of his rut, things were nothing but a blur of hormones and the task at hand. This time, she was able to experience the calm before the storm. She was able to get a glimpse of what the real Beau Arlen looked like. She was able to experience the calm, comforting, safety that she’d have to wake up to in the morning, instead of a cold bed, and another day at a job she didn’t really want to be at. He really was her person. She just didn’t see it at first. She did now.

Beau grunted heavily, and shifted in his sleep, tightening what was the loose resting of his arm around her waist into a tighter grip as he subconsciously fought to hold onto the first good night’s sleep he’d had in almost as long as she’d been without it.

The thought of what was to come seemed to light a fire somewhere under her skin, and it burned deep and low in her belly, long before he even opened his eyes to look back at her.

Still, she felt robbed, not only for herself, but for Beau as well. This is how it should have been from the start. Not the nightmare of an experience that it was for them. All this time they’d spent fighting, misunderstanding and hurting one another, could have been spent just being together and learning one another as an Alpha and his Omega. They couldn’t get that back, so she would just have to settle for making up as much lost time as she could.

Beau grunted heavier this time, a sound that came as a deep rumble as it made its way up to his throat from somewhere deep down in his chest, and his legs moved as the discomfort started to settle in, and his face scrunched before his olive-green orbs opened slowly, settling on her face. She let herself get lost in the soft, sleepiness of his gaze, knowing well that in his waking moments, that humanity would start to wain more, and the Alpha would start to take his rightful place.

“Morning,” she said, testing the waters to see if he would even respond, and to her surprise, he smiled softly at her.

“Mornin’” he murmured roughly, clearing his throat before closing his eyes tightly again.

“It’s almost time, isn't it?” she questioned, and he nodded before swallowing thickly and opening his eyes to search her face, the slightest hint of a yellow hug starting to form just around his iris, and she knew she had minutes, if that long, before Beau was going to go on hiatus for a while.

“Almost,” he admitted, “are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

“Are you really gonna ask me that, Beau Arlen?” she questioned. “After everything we’ve been through?”

Beau shrugged, letting go of a breath she didn’t know he was holding. “Guess I’m just a gentleman to a fault.”

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes,” Y/N teased, and he snorted, his eyes rolling dramatically.

“I didn’t exactly hear any complaints last time sweetheart,” Beau shot back, and Y/N laughed out loud at his sudden boldness.

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” She relented, not wanting to challenge the Alpha, knowing full well that it wouldn't do well to irritate him right in that moment, as badly as she wanted to tease him.

Beau shifted again, this time she could feel the hard outline of his already half hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of his tight fitted black boxers that he was wearing when they had fallen asleep the night before, and just like that, as if someone had flipped a switch, her body already starting to produce slice for her Alpha and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her.

Beau nosed along her hair line, and down the shell of her ear, breathing deeply, and allowing his lips to leave a hot trail just over her throat as he descended to her shoulder.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen, you know, when we start, Carla used to accuse me of being forceful or mean, so you do remember where the gun is if you feel scared don’t you?”

“Beau,” Y/N growled as she sat up slightly in his arms so that she could see him better, and she could almost see the anxiety and fear rolling off of him, it made her sick to see him that way. She never wanted to stranger Carla more than she did at that moment. Typical Narcissistic bitch. She said and did everything she did to Beau to make him question everything about himself, even if it wasn’t true. Which makes her line of work make a lot more sense now that Y/N thought about it.

“I stayed with you for days when your rut hit you unexpectedly, and you were in enough control to not only not hurt me, but also resist the instinct to claim me. So, for her to say that you’re too rough? That’s utter and complete bullshit. You never once scared me, and you never once hurt me.”

Beau stared at her, trying to figure out whether or not she was telling the truth. She was pretty sure he could tell that she wasn’t lying, because his features softened after a moment before he reached for her face, letting his fingers trail the soft skin of her cheek before he tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” Beau admitted. “Like I fucked up my last relationship.”

“Beau, that woman did NOT deserve you,” Y/N said tracing her fingertips across his freckle dusted chest, and she’d be a lair if she said she wasn’t a little proud when he shivered underneath her touch, and his sharp, green eyes rolled slightly. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, and fuck, she was looking forward to watching him just let go. It was a beautiful sight if she did say so herself.

“She abandoned you when you were at your lowest, when you needed her the most, because you were hurt and grieving. No mate does that. She was a self-absorbed, narcissistic abuser, the only good thing that came out of that WAS Emily. You did nothing wrong, she did. It wasn’t you that tore apart your marriage to her, that’s just what SHE wants you to think.”

She had a feeling Beau didn’t believe her, but she also knew that he was losing the cognitive focus it took to argue the point to the impending physical need that was about to take full focus. She could tell he was straining to hold himself back as long as possible with every quick breath he took, his scent was so strong now that it was hard for her to even concentrate anymore, but she needed him to know that she wasn’t Carla, and this wasn’t going to end the way that did.

Beau’s eyes closed tightly again, and his grip tightened on the sheet that was resting under his left hand, even though he was now laying on his back, and she was mostly sitting up next to him, she could see the outline of his hardness just under the sheets. This was it. It was time.

He just needed to let go.

“Alpha,” she voiced finally, after a moment of watching him struggle within himself, and when he looked at her, his eyes were no longer green, but instead, they were almost black, completely blown wide with need, and hormones, only a ring of slight golden glow rested around them. “It’s okay, let go.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, in what could only be described as almost a predatory movement, Beau slowly moved to sit up in the bed next to her, his strong hands gripped her hips tightly, and moved her flush with his chest as he scented her deeply, his teeth scraping roughly over her mating gland.

“Mine,” he growled, deep and low. It made her empty cunt pulse around nothing and slick track down her into her now ruined panties.

“Yours Alpha,” she agreed, “now, take what belongs to you.”

Without another word, Beau ripped the underwear and bra from her body before she could even really react, leaving her completely bare before him. His hungry eyes raked over her body like she was a meal and he was a starving man.

“Present Omega,” he commanded, “we can play later, right now, but right now, I need to mark that pretty little neck of yours. That way everyone know just who the fuck you belong too.”

Y/N’s body moved without her consent, damn near falling into position for the Alpha, that moved behind her, easily shedding his boxers, and slapping her hard on the ass, sending a moan cascading from her lips, and a chuckle rumbled behind her as the bed dipped under his weight.

“Like that Omega?” he questioned, running his fingers through her already dripping folds, testing the water to find she didn’t need any pre-work from him at all. “Already so fucking wet for me baby girl, such a good girl.”

She keened desperately, her back arching as his thick cock head slipped through her folds, gathering her slick to the head of his pulsing length. “Please Alpha,” she whimpered, and a deep growl rumbled low in his throat.

“I’ve gotcha Omega,” he said, slamming home in one swift thrust, damn near knocking the wind out of her and would have knocked her flat on her stomach had his arm not been around her waist bracing her.

“Gonna knot you, claim you, mark you up, you want that baby girl?” he questioned as he started at a punishing pace, ascending every word with a heavy thrust of his hips.

“Yes! Please Alpha!” she all but screamed, and his pace quickened again, every powerful muscle in his lean, sculpted body used to drill into her mercilessly, until his knot started to swell with every thrust, and the coil in her gut became tight to burst.

Beau lifted her flush against his strong chest, his thick tongue lapping at the place that would soon hold his claim as his knot popped, and her orgasm washed over her with the sinking of his teeth deep into her neck, her body quaking in his arms as he filled her up, and she wasn’t really sure what happened after that, because she was pretty positive she blacked out.

When she came to herself again, just as quickly as the storm had started for the pair of them, it had subsided. Beau had her on her side, his arm draped over her as best as he could, keeping her still as his knot slowly started to subside, and his tongue worked to clean and heal her new mark.

Everything felt different just that fast, calm, better. She was at peace. Suddenly, just so fast, the inner struggle was gone, and there was nothing but safety, love and comfort left in its wake.

Neither said anything, cause neither could really, all that they could do in that moment was experience this new, connected feeling that, even though Beau himself had been mated before, had never really felt. If either of them had to put a word to it, they would probably describe it as ‘complete.”

When Beau’s knot finally let go, Y/N turned carefully in his hold to face him, bright, green eyes meeting her own, and a tired, yet calm freckle dusted face greeted her. The rut was gone. His suffering had ended.

“Hey,” he voiced after a moment, his voice hard and dry, dripping with exhaustion.

“Hey,” she answered him, reaching up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“You okay?” he questioned, and she nodded, suddenly remembering his shoulder, which caused her to shoot upward to check him, but all seemed fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she settled back down next to him.

“I'm fine,” he assured her, “just really tired.”

“Then sleep Alpha,” she encouraged, “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to thank Donno,” he admitted, “because if he would have never shot me, I would have never stopped being stubborn and claiming you. I was too stuck in my own issues.”

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and she stiffened in his hold, causing him to chuckle, his eyes closing and opening, becoming heavier by the minute.

“Donno shot you!”

“Yeah, it wasn’t the driver of the truck. Donno was hiding in the bushes, he was mad cause I didn’t claim you, and he shot me. I figured I deserved it, so I just let it go. Had he not done it though, I might have lost you forever.”

Y/N sat there in thought for a long moment, boarding between angry and grateful. God, she had a love hate relationship with Donno, but now, she really did owe him everything. As the sun sank down behind the clouds on her first day as Mrs. Beau Arlen, she had to admit that she really did owe him everything. They really were meant to be.

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spnbaby-67 · 7 months

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Montana Stars

Just cute one shot between Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N.

No warnings needed other than Beau being adorable.

Under the Montana skies, Sheriff Beau Arlen and Y/N found themselves on a date night to remember. They sat on a cozy blanket, gazing up at the starlit sky. The air was crisp, and the only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of a nearby stream.

Beau turned to her, smiling, "Y/N, I can't believe we finally made it out here. I almost forgot how It's so peaceful."

Y/N, nestled closer to the handsome cowboy, "It's perfect, Beau. Just like you said it would be."

Just then, he reached for Y/N's hand, fingers intertwining as they continued to admire the stars.

Breaking the silence, Beau whispered, "You know, my granddaddy used to tell me stories about these stars. He said each one had a story to tell, and if you listened closely enough, you could hear it."

"Really? What kind of stories?" With curiosity, y/n looked at him.

"Well, let's see... That one," he pointed to a bright star, "he always said that's the guardian star. It watches over us and keeps us safe."

She found herself following his finger as he pointed to the star. While she gazed at the brightest one."That's beautiful, what about that one?"

Beau smirked, "Ah, that one's the mischief-maker. It's said to be responsible for all the unexpected kisses under the Montana skies."

Y/N giggled as she turned to face him. "Is that so?"

He whispered as their eyes locked on each other, "You bet. But you know, those stars have been awful quiet tonight."

Y/N felt herself blushing, "Maybe they're waiting for the right moment."

The moment was perfect, the Montana skies serving as their backdrop, and the stars, their silent witnesses. In that embrace, Beau Arlen and Y/N shared a magical night under the stars, where words weren't always necessary to convey their feelings.

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Midnight Mischief

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F!Reader

Summary: Leaving Cassie’s Halloween party, the way home leads to a thrilling detour under the moonlight for Sheriff Arlen.

Warnings: +18, some Halloween shenanigans, fluff, smut (p in v, dirty talk, semi-public)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Little something for Halloween I wrote a few weeks ago to feed my shameless obsession with this man (and keep my excitement for Taylor’s album in check. The Cinderella thing was a happy accident 👀). Enjoy and happy Halloween, my loves! 💜👻🖤🎃

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“Y/N, wait!”

The cold October wind rustles the red, orange, and golden leaves on the sidewalk, the freezing breeze brushing his skin and stinging his freckle-dusted cheeks and nose until they blush crimson. As Beau halts in the middle of the sidewalk and desperately catches his breath on his knees, the air vaporizes in little clouds of mist as it leaves his hot lungs.

Straightening up and placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes roam the chaotic crowd of adults and children in costumes that surround him, strolling through the neighborhood on their annual trick-or-treating adventure as he looks for the lively woman in a red cape that shamelessly stole his heart. His gaze drifts to the sky, where the full moon stands high, accompanied by a few gray clouds that cover the pale yellow light. They left the party shortly after the clock struck twelve, his date fleeing like Cinderella into the midnight’s shadows.

“BOOOOO!”

Beau startles and almost topples to the pavement when his girlfriend jumps out behind a row of hedges and wraps her arms like a spider around his body. The sweet laughter that reaches his ears is the best sound he’s ever heard in the entire world. If his life had its own movie soundtrack, Y/N’s happy laugh would be the first track without contest. The second track, though, would be her little moans whenever he makes her come, no matter if it’s on his fingers, tongue, or dick. Naturally, that’s his second favorite sound.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he chuckles and runs a palm over his face to hide the temporary shock and embarrassment of her little sneak attack before dipping his head and claiming her lush lips. His tongue catches hints of apple cider and the bourbon they shared earlier at Cassie’s Halloween party as he drinks the taste from her mouth like a parched man. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, darlin’.”

She giggles, her dimples a blush pink from the cold and the mischief. “You scare pretty easy for someone working in law enforcement,” she teases him and lifts an eyebrow, scanning his tall frame, “I can’t believe you wore your uniform to the party. You know, that doesn’t technically count as a costume.”

“Why not? I’m going as a sheriff,” he quips with a grin and slings his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest to keep her warm as they continue their stroll home.

“Exactly. That doesn’t count. You’re always the sheriff,” she laughs, pulling her scarlet hood a little more over her head to protect her freezing ears.

“Well, it wouldn’t have mattered. As soon as you revealed that Red Riding Hood costume, no one was looking at me anymore, anyways,” Beau smirks smugly, his juniper orbs twinkling with pride, mischief, and lust as he inconspicuously ogles the swell of her breasts in his periphery, the smooth flesh slightly spilling out of her dress.

Her cheeks blush, but this time it’s not caused by the winter cold. Y/N pulls her lower lip between her teeth and chews flirtatiously on it, “Yeah? You like it?”

Beau lets out a low chuckle, the timbre of his voice rumbling in his chest as he stops and leans closer to her, his hot breath warming the shell of her ear when he whispers, “Oh, the big, bad wolf will show you how much he loved it once we’re home, darlin’.”

Her arms wind around his neck, letting her weight comfortably hang from his broad shoulders as she tiptoes up to his eye level. Y/N then playfully contemplates and grins broadly, “Hmmm, but why wait? A lot can happen in the woods.”

With that, she plants a wet kiss on his lips and grabs his hand, his fingers interlocking with hers as she leads him further down the street at a hurried pace. Beau doesn’t care where she takes him. As soon as he laid eyes on that girl the second they met, he knew he’d follow her anywhere, no matter where – no questions asked.

Well, some questions asked.

“Y/N, uhm, where are-… what are you-…” Leading him to the last house on the street that borders a small forest, she stops right next to a prohibitive sign that’s supposed to fend off trespassers and daringly opens the creaking wooden gate that leads to the backyard. “Y/N, this is private property. We can’t just trespass.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Y/N snorts, laughing wholeheartedly, her hood sliding off her head as it dips back. Her teeth hold back her bottom lip, hiding the giant grin behind it as she defiantly steps backward into the front yard. “C’mon, baby, don’t be a chicken. Break the law a little with me,” she wiggles her eyebrows, smirking, and then loosens the ties around her ruby-red hood, the fabric leaving her shoulders and gliding to the wilted grass underneath her boots.

His heart thumps harder in his ribcage, hot blood pumping through his veins and warming his skin despite the freezing cold as his eyes rake over her perfect curves. Beau thought it was impossible to sweat in this weather, but now he knows that truly anything is possible as long as he’s with her. His pine-green orbs watch as she hops into the grown-over garden and disappears in the midnight darkness behind the building, her hips seductively swaying with every chipper step.

The home looks abandoned, rotten wood boards nailed across the windows without a single light source inside, tall grass and wild weeds reaching his knees. There’s an audible bang as the wind eerily slams a brittle window shutter, causing several shudders to run down his spine and form goosebumps on his skin.

Y/N loves to tease her boyfriend whenever she can. Beau is like a little treasure chest full of charm, happiness, and sweetness, and while his happy-go-lucky attitude fools most people, it never fools her. She knows he constantly worries about everything – but especially when he tries to hide it from her. While Beau might talk about his punch list openly, there’s an even bigger list he carries around in secret – his care list. Because Beau loves nothing more than to worry about all the things he cares with his heart and soul about – his job, his deputies, his friends, his daughter, and now even her. Y/N can see it in the brief moments when his smile falters for the shortest second, when his Adam’s apple bobs with concern whenever he assumes no one is looking, or when the usually talkative sheriff only offers one-word replies. While he would never admit to it and always brushes any worries of hers away, she still knows precisely when he’s anxious.

And this particular night, the protective father in him is worried because Emily is attending her first Halloween party, so Y/N has taken it upon herself to distract her boyfriend’s mind as best as she can. Nudity has always been the biggest selling point so far, and she knows it won’t fail her tonight, either.

Waiting patiently for him behind the house under a big oak tree, Beau soon rounds the corner with a curiously arched eyebrow, not able to resist her challenge as he plants his bow legs in front of her. “You little minx,” he smiles, happy wrinkles visible around his emerald orbs, and pecks her lips lovingly, their fingers interlacing. “You know, we could get arrested if someone catches us.”

“Starting with the dirty talk already, huh?” Y/N knows no one in this town will arrest them. One, the house has been empty since she was a child, the owners living in Nebraska now and not having visited their property in over a decade. And two, even if someone catches them, no one would care because the couple is beloved by everyone in town. So, the only thing Beau truly needs to fear is the endless teasing by Poppernak and Jenny if they do find him trespassing with his pants down, which is still a highly unlikely scenario.

Beau chuckles softly, shaking his head, “Your clean record really surprises me every time, darlin’.”

“Honestly, me too,” she grins slyly, her arms locking around his neck as she claims his plump lips, catching scents of caramel, apple, cinnamon, and chocolate. Beau always had a sweet tooth, so she wasn’t surprised when he loaded up on Denise’s spooky cookie selection throughout the night until he was close to puking. “Guess I’m good at getting out of things… or was it into things?” she muses in mock, her hand trailing down his broad chest until it reaches his slacks and palms his half-hard dick through the fabric. The longer she rubs his solid length and feels his weight and firmness in her palm, the more arousal pools between her aching thighs in anticipation.

“Shit,” Beau mutters as he loses his bearings. Y/N grins in triumph. Making a strong, proud, and tall guy like him crumble and lose his posture repeatedly might have become her favorite pastime activity since they started dating.

Surrendering, he catches her scarlet lips, his hat falling to the ground as he devours her mouth, tongue breaching inside with urgency and dancing with hers for dominance. His palms wander down to the globes of her ass and squeeze the juicy flesh over her skirt before he lifts her into his strong arms, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist. Pressing her body firmly against the trunk of the big oak, he ceases his attack on her kiss-swollen, red-painted lips, breaths leaving their lungs in a ragged rhythm. “Alright, you win. But it’s gonna be a quickie. You’ll get your bad girl treatment once we actually make it home, baby girl.”

Knowingly, Y/N lets out an amused laugh, “Scared the neighbors will hear the slapping?”

“You bet your ass,” Beau chuckles with a smug wag of his eyebrows, the sound of his laugh so sweet and velvety it warms her heart as if someone poured a glass of milk and honey over it. His hand tenderly brushes a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear, his green eyes piercing into her soul and causing her to shudder as he looks at her intensely. “I love you… with everything I got, which I know isn’t a lot.”

Y/N smiles softly and pecks the tip of his freckled nose, her arms around his neck tightly holding onto him, chained for eternity. “Are you kidding me? I love you so goddamn much… And I love everything you give me, which is plenty, by the way. You’re all I ever wanted. It’s like someone built you just for me, y’know?”

The corners of his mouth curve up into a smile that matches hers, “Yeah, I feel the same about you, darlin’.” He kisses her lips, nibbles on the bottom one and sucks it between his teeth before placing more wet kisses down her jaw and throat until tongue and lips reach her pulse point, the gruff beard deliciously scratching her sensitive skin. “I can’t tell you how many times a day I think about this perfectly tight pussy of yours either, sweetheart. How wet are you already for me, hm?”

Dear fucking God…

Beau is much like a bear in some regard because he’s the sweetest and cuddliest man she’s ever met until she wakes him from his hibernation. Then, he will just ferociously follow the luring scent of his honey pot and take what’s his, not leaving a single drop for anyone else. Not even bear spray could get him off her now.

“Soaking, baby,” she mewls and grinds her crotch against his throbbing erection, imagining how his tip is already swollen and dripping precum for her, his salty taste always causing her to drool. “Please fuck me now. Wanna feel that thick, long cock fuck me hard and deep.”

Beau growls wantonly against her skin, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the vibrations causing the ache between her thighs to yearn for more friction. Their limbs then entangle in a frenzy, trying to shed all annoying barriers of clothing that block their treasure while still attempting to keep enough on to protect them from the freezing temperatures. The sheriff manages to free his massive cock, pants and boxers pooling by his boots as he quickly fists his length. Y/N has it a little easier, only wearing a dress and a pair of over-knee stockings, and simply pushes her black lace panties out of the way with her fingers, their bodies pushed flush against each other to keep them as warm as possible.

It’s so incredibly cold that Beau is even a little worried the solidity of his dick might suffer, but those worries are soon hushed when he enters her cozy heat, her hot cunt keeping him warm like a chimney fire. Threading his cock through her slick, the tip catches her wet and waiting entrance before he swiftly slides inside until he’s buried at the deepest spot of her pussy. Grunts, gasps, and whisper-quiet expletives are picked up by the wind and carried around the quaint garden as he fucks her relentlessly.

“Oh God… So good, baby. You always fuck me so good… always know how to take care of me,” she pants deliriously as he splits her almost in two. The stretch of his length forces her fingers to weave into his blond locks and tug on the strands until he groans against her skin. His teeth tear into her ample bottom lip in response, aware how much he loves the bits of pain in his pleasure as her fingernails scrape his scalp. “Fuck, I love that cock of yours. Every inch of you fills every inch of me, baby.”

“Shit, Y/N,” he mutters and hungrily claims her lips, his hips bucking at a faster pace and making each rough and deep thrust deliciously harder, the tight grip on her body leaving finger-shaped bruises on her delicate skin in their wake. “That filthy mouth is gonna make me bust, baby girl.”

“Don’t care. Right behind you,” she moans, her back arching against the tree trunk and scratching on the rough surface. “Might wanna cover my mouth if you’re still worried about the neighbors. Feels like a big one,” she croaks out with a panting smirk and manages to bite down on her tongue herself till she tastes bits of copper, her walls tightening around his hard cock as her orgasm threatens to spill.

“Nah, fuck ‘em. Better make sure the town knows you’re all mine, darlin’,” Beau grunts into her neck, a devilish smirk forming against her skin as he roughly kneads one tit and adjusts his angle to push even deeper. “Want you to soak my cock in your juices. Make him wet, sweetheart. Wanna feel that cunt tremble around me.”

“Oh God, Beau! Fuck, baby,” she moans loudly as she falls over the cliff into a sea of bliss, her climax rippling through every inch of her body and flooding her veins with mountains of oxytocin as she tightly holds onto him.

Beau quiets her moans with a few needy kisses, licking her sweet taste from her mouth. Four stuttering slams of his hips are all it takes until he shoots hot ropes of cum into her leaking pussy, painting her confines a creamy white as he stiffens between her thighs and lets his forehead fall against hers, a primal and deep grunt escaping his dry throat.

Y/N softly wakes him from his daze by nudging his nose with hers, a broad smile molding into shape on her pink lips. “See? Breaking the law isn’t always bad.”

Beau snorts, chuckling, and tenderly caresses the rose-colored apples of her cheeks with his thumb. “Uh-huh, I’ll remember that one for the Christmas speech this year. Luckily, there wasn’t a ‘no trespassing’ sign on you, darlin’.”

“Oh, there will never be one when it comes to you, Sheriff Arlen,” she grins cheekily and tastes his mouth one last time before the pair finally embarks on their journey home.

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Broken Road

Title: Broken Road Summary: She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away. Main Characters: Beau Arlen, Reader Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 5132 A/N: My first go at Beau…

(Y/N) sped past the city limit sign of Helena, Montana. From all the research she had done, Helena was the perfect spot to start new. Small town vibes but populated enough to have a Starbucks. As she drove down the main street in town, she took note of a few shops to visit. One sign caught her eye, Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations.

She chuckled, “Wow a real life Scooby-Doo gang.”

Focusing on the road in front of her, (Y/N) headed towards the small ranch her dad had purchased and left for her before his death. The last five years had been the darkest of her life. Between an ugly divorce and her dad dying in a drunk driving accident, (Y/N) didn’t think she would make it through it. A cold chill ran down her spine as flashes of what she had drug herself out of speed through her mind.

Cresting over a hill, the beautiful golden log ranch house came into view. It rested on a modest ten acres of land with thick woods lining the property line. Immediately all the anxiety and heaviness she constantly carried on her shoulders faded. For the first time in years, (Y/N) took a long, deep, relaxing breath.

For the next several weeks, (Y/N) settled into her new home and getting to know her new town. She even found a little bookshop that was looking for a part time clerk. It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn extra money while making time to work on writing her book. She couldn’t help thinking that her dad had some kind of idea of knowing that this move would be exactly what she needed.

Walking into Turn the Page bookshop, (Y/N) found Loryn, the owner talking with a woman with long auburn hair up into a messy bun. Her thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she spoke animatedly. Loryn glanced up seeing (Y/N) walking towards the backroom.

“Good morning! Fresh coffee in the pot and a box of brand new books waiting for ya.”

She smiled, “You’re too good to me.”

The woman’s head perked up, “You have a similar accent to our new, handsome sheriff. Are you from Texas?”

“Um… yeah, I am. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She held out her hand as the woman took it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Denise. I work over at Dewell and Hoyt.” Denise shook her hand as she asked, “Have you met our new sheriff?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t gotten into any trouble to merit meeting the sheriff. You said he’s from Texas? Do y’all get many Texans up here?”

Denise shook her head, “Not really. Sexy Sheriff Arlen is the first I’m aware of.”

(Y/N) froze hearing his name. Memories that had been buried deep in the dark hole of her mind were playing like a movie.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Loryn asked, squeezing her arm.

It had to be someone else. There was no way it could be the same man from high school. The man who was the love of her life. The one that got away.

“H-His name wouldn’t happen to be Beau?”

By the expressions on their faces, she knew it was him and suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her.

“You know him? Do all Texans know one another?” Denise chuckled as she looked down at her watch, “Shoot, I gotta get. Cassie will be in the office any moment. Nice meeting you (Y/N), stop by anytime to chat about Sheriff Arlen.”

She rushed out the front door as (Y/N) took in a couple of shaky breaths. A chorus of ‘It’s A Small World” began playing in her head. Beau Arlen. One person she never thought she would see again, let alone thousands of miles away from their hometown.

“Okay spill… how do you know our new Sheriff?” Loryn asked, tapping the counter to get her attention.

“It is a long, very long, complicated story. I’m going to get started on restocking the Young Adult section.” (Y/N) walked off towards the opposite side of the small shop trying to control the memories flooding her mind.

August 1998

“This is dumb.”

Beau’s laughter filled the clearing as he stripped off his t-shirt, “Come on (Y/N/N), cut loose and have a little fun.”

She watched as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles then kicked them off along with his boots and socks. They were at Lake Conroe in a remote part off the main path. Beau had thrown a rock up at her window two hours earlier and they drove out to this spot. Their spot. Her eyes snapped up hearing a splash and Beau’s head emerging from the water.

“Get your beautiful ass in here.”

She watched as he dove under the water revealing his bare butt. Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him. They had been friends since grade school and flirted with one another over the last year. They acted like a couple, but Beau never asked her out… officially. (Y/N) let her shorts drop to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Beau was facing away from her.

“You know it’s killing me not to look right now but my momma raised a gentleman.” He called out with a chuckle.

(Y/N) kept her eyes locked on him as she pulled her bra over her head tossing it with the rest of her clothes along with her panties. The water was still warm from the hot summer day and the tension she unknowingly was seizing her muscles began to relax as she emerged herself fully.

“O-Okay, you can turn around.”

Beau slowly turned to face her, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. He held his hand out to her and pulled her to him. Their bodies met and heat rushed over her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful when you blush.” His fingers brushed against the side of her face then back behind her head, “May I kiss you?”

She nodded as he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was gentle, sweet and not what she had been expecting for their first kiss. She had read about passionate first kisses in books and seen them in movies. When he pulled away, she found herself chasing him for more.

“(Y/N)...”

A shiver ran down her spine seeing the doubt in his eyes. Dread pooled in her stomach as every insecurity ran in her mind.

“Beau, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. Can… Can you take me home now?” (Y/N) tried to push away from him but he held onto her tighter.

“Stop (Y/N), stop trying to push me away.”

Tears were running down her face, “Beau let me go. You clearly don’t want me after that kiss so let’s forget it ever happened.” She pushed harder against him only to get nowhere.

His hands slipped beneath her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. Gasping, right before his lips crashed against hers. His hard length pressed firmly against her.

“I want you…” He let out a harsh breath, “I want you so much that I can’t think straight. The moment I kissed you, I wanted more. I wanted all of you.”

His forehead leaned against hers. She could see his eyes were close and his jaw clenched as she moved against him.

“I’m yours Beau. I always have been.” She whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, “You’re making it nearly impossible for me to be a gentleman.”

“I already know you’re a gentleman. I already know you’re a good man.” She lifted his chin so his eyes met hers, “I want to know that this sickening sweet desire filling my veins is real or just fleeting teenage hormones for the only man to ever show me any kind of attention.”

His hands went up into her hair, pulling her lips to his, “Are you sure (Y/N)?”

She nodded, “Without a doubt, yes.”

Present Day

(Y/N) leaned against the bookcase trying to think of anything but that night on the lake. It was the first of many midnight rendezvouses of love making. That summer was the best of her life. Beau made her feel alive. Wild and free. Random road trips of getting lost and having to explain to their parents why they hadn’t come home until the next day. Making out in the back of movie theaters or going to house parties with Beau’s football team.

Eventually, her dream summer had to end and reality hit them full force. (Y/N) was headed off to UT-Austin and he was staying in Houston to join the police force. She believed there was no way for them to keep their relationship going long distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Loryn’s voice cleared the Beau fog clouding her mind, “Yeah?” she forced a smile on her face.

Her doe-like eyes seem to be able to pierce the wall (Y/N) was quickly trying to build around her. She patted her shoulder giving her one last knowing look.

“If you ever want to talk I’m here for you.”

Her shoulders relaxed beneath her friend’s touch, “Thank you. I truly appreciate that.”

The rest of (Y/N)’s day was seemingly uneventful. She went about her tasks around the bookshop and Loryn treated her to lunch. The small diner was across the street from Dewell and Hoyt and (Y/N) couldn’t help but keep looking over to see if she could catch a glimpse of Beau. It had been nearly two decades since she last saw him, but something told her that she would recognize him instantly. Not that she would know what to say to him. The last time they had seen each other was the night of her bachelorette party.

November 2011

The bar was wall to wall people, the whiskey was flowing and music was drowning out everything around her. (Y/N) was dancing with her best friends and they were the center of attention of everyone around them. The six of them had been through college, heartache and successes together. (Y/N) was the last of them to get married and they were going all out for her last days as a single woman.

“(Y/N), there’s a hottie eying you from the bar.” Her maid of honor yelled in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as she turned towards where she was pointing. Time suddenly stood still as her eyes landed on the Houston Sheriff. His eyes unmoving as she stared at him.

“I love a man in uniform.” Her friend giggled.

The tethered between them pulled her feet forward towards him as her friends cat called her over the band playing.

“W-What are you doing here?” She yelled, keeping some distance away from the man she dreamed about every night.

He leaned in towards her ear and (Y/N) was hit with an intoxicating wave Beau naturally musk mixing with his cologne. Her knees wobbled and her head began to spin as his husky voice filled her ears.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and quieter.”

Her mind screamed for her to walk away, but her body instantly followed his command following him towards the main door. When the cool night air hit her it cleared the fog that he had surrounded her in.

“Beau, what are you doing here?”

He led her around the corner to an alleyway where she saw his cruiser. The noise of the bar muffled and no one in sight as (Y/N) leaned against the front of her car. That was when she made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were dark and intense as he walked towards her. He was intimidating in his uniform that fit perfectly in all the right places.

“I heard you were back and I…” His fingers grazed the side of her face, “I had to see you.”

She swallowed hard, “I-I’m getting married…”

His large hand cupped her cheek and she immediately leaned into his touch, “I know. I’ve run into your parents from time to time. Is he-”

She looked up to see his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, “good to you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, but what came next from her lips was from deep within her soul, “But he’s not you.”

His eyes snapped open and time stood still before his lips crashed to hers. Her body ignited into hot flames as he set her up on the hood and wrapped her legs around him. She felt the same wild freedom she had that summer when they crossed the line from friends to lovers. His hands cupped her face and a cold, harsh reality pressed against her cheek.

(Y/N) pushed him back releasing her legs from around him and slid off the hood, “We can’t. Shit, we can’t do this.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t. You’re married and you have a daughter.”

She looked up seeing his surprised look as she chuckled, “You’re not the only one getting updates from my parents. I know all about Carla and Emily.”

He looked down to the ground, “Oh. Carla and I… we’re going through-”

“I don’t care. This,” She motioned between them, “can-not happen. You have a family and that should be your only concern. I’m getting married to the first man who finally made me feel even a fraction of what you made me feel.”

Her chest tightened suddenly making it hard for her to breathe, “I-I have to go.”

(Y/N) turned around to walk away when Beau’s hand grasped her elbow turning her into his embrace. She tried to push out of his grasp but his hold was tight around her. Her body betrayed her as she relaxed against him, unable to fight the feeling of being safe and at home within his arms.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have come to find you.” He lifted her chin for her eyes to meet his, “But I had to see you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you because I’m still in love with you.”

She let out a shaky breath, “Beau, please…”

He kissed her forehead, “I love you, (Y/N). I hope whoever he is treats you well and loves you the way you deserve to be loved.”

With that (Y/N) watched him get into his car and drive out of her life one final time.

Present Day

When (Y/N) arrived home, she noticed a letter taped to her front door. The envelope was blank and her heart began to race as she looked around expecting to see Beau appearing from the shadows. Snatching the envelope, she walked inside and headed towards the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she opened the letter only to drop her glass to the floor upon seeing the handwriting.

“No. No, no, no.” She muttered reading the short letter, “Shit. Shit!”

(Y/N) quickly went to the main hall closet and grabbed her dad’s old Winchester rifle. Making her way through the house making sure no one else was inside of it. She locked all the windows, drawing the curtains close then double and triple checked the locks on her front and back doors. Panic fueled her adrenaline making one more pass around the house.

Setting the rifle beside the couch, (Y/N) cleaned up the broken glass and took the bottle into the living room. Her mind was racing of how he could have found out where she was and which ranch was hers. She stared at the front door, rifle right next to her ready to take down anyone who entered. By the time she watched the sun peek out over the horizon, (Y/N) knew she needed to get help.

Still in the same clothes as yesterday, she stared up at the Dewell and Hoyt sign before finally walking inside. Laughter was ringing throughout the office as three women came into view. Denise immediately recognized her and rushed over to her.

“(Y/N), right? What’s wrong dear?” She guided her over to the other two women who were leaning against Denise’s desk.

One was a gorgeous blonde whose hair was pulled into a side braid over her shoulder. She wore a classic band shirt beneath a leather jacket tucked into her tight jeans. The other was an equally gorgeous black woman with long, curly hair and dark eyes. She was dressed more like the other people in the town with boots, jeans and plaid shirt.

“Cassie, Jenny this is (Y/N). She works with Loryn at the bookshop.”

Cassie held out her hand, “You’re from Houston, right?”

She nodded, shaking each of their hands, “That’s right. My dad bought the ranch up on Old Mill Road for me right before he died a year ago. I needed a new start and this seemed like a good place for that.”

Jenny chucked, “We get that a lot around here.”

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Denise asked as the bell from the door rang.

“Oh look, the gangs all here…”

(Y/N)’s body stiffened from the familiar voice behind her. Her eyes snapped up to Cassie’s who gave her a curious look as Jenny walked towards the man behind her.

“This isn’t a good time, Beau. I’ll meet you back at the station.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Beau come to halt as his wide olive eyes stared at her, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Beau.”

She swallowed the large lump in her throat and tightened the leash on her body. She wanted to jump into his arms and feel the safety he always brought to her. Keeping herself from doing that was taking every fiber of her willpower to do.

“Holy cr… what are you doing here? Are you alright?” He immediately came over to her and the moment his hands touched her shoulders (Y/N)’s willpower vanished.

Launching her body against his tears flowed freely down her face, “I-I’m scared… I’m scared my ex is here and he’s going to do something bad. I need… I need help.”

His arms tightened around her and (Y/N) could feel his chin resting on her head. An agonizing sob escaped her lips and she buried her face into his chest.

“Shhh, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled back enough to look down at her when someone clearing their throat caught their attention.

“Obviously, you two know each other.” Jenny said, staring right at Beau.

(Y/N) stepped out of his arms, but when she tried to take a few steps away he reached out grabbing her hand.

“(Y/N) and I were childhood friends in Houston. We kind of lost track of one another as adults.”

(Y/N) looked from him to Jenny as they had a silent conversation. She recognized the familiar longing in her eyes and immediately withdrew her hand from Beau’s. She wrapped her arms around her waist not daring to look up at the man beside her.

“Why don’t you tell us why you need help with your ex.”

It was over an hour later that Beau was driving (Y/N) back to her house. They had not said a word to one another since she explained everything that had happened in her divorce and the police’s suspicion that her ex had something to do with her father’s death. He parked his old truck in her normal spot and followed her up to the front door.

“Thank you for the ride home.”

She unlocked the door, surprised that Beau walked inside before her, “If you think I’m letting you out of my sight then you’re sadly mistaken.”

She sighed, “Beau, I’ll be fine. I have Jack and Winchester here with me.” (Y/N) pointed to the bottle and rifle next to the couch.

He chuckled, “Those will definitely help while I keep watch and you get some much needed rest.”

“Still as stubborn as ever. Are you hungry? I can whip up some grub for us.”

For the first time since seeing him a genuine, handsome smile spread across his face. It was the same smile she fell in love with as a teenager and still made her heart skip.

“I am always hungry for your cooking. You don’t happen to have the fixin’s for your famous chili and grilled cheese?”

“I do, but that will take a few hours.” She chuckled.

“It’s worth the wait. I haven’t had a decent chili since leaving Texas six months ago and don’t get me started on the barbeque situation up here or breakfast tacos. God I miss breakfast tacos.”

She started laughing, “Maybe I can start my own diner with breakfast tacos and chili. I could call it Chicks and Beans.”

His bellowing laughter joined hers, “That’s a great idea! I will be your number one customer.”

“For now, I’ll start on the chili and see what I can make in the meantime for some lunch.”

(Y/N) kept herself busy in the kitchen getting the chili started and making her version of breakfast tacos for them. She was walking back to the living room when she heard someone knock on the door.

“It’s alright, it’s only Jenny Hoyt.” He answered the door letting her inside, “What you got Hoyt?”

Jenny’s piercing blue eyes went from her holding a tray of freshly made breakfast tacos to Beau and back. A small smirk curled on her lips as Beau rolled his eyes.

“Hoyt! What. Do. You. Have.”

“Seems like I’m in time for some brunch. May I?” She pointed to the tray.

(Y/N) nodded, “Help yourself but Beau may fight you for them.”

“I can take him.” She took a bite, “These are amazing… w-what are they?”

“A Texas delicacy known as the breakfast taco.” She looked up to see Beau shaking his head before sitting down next to her.

“Any time before I die of old age.” He grumbled before taking his own bite, “Oh god, I’ve missed these so much.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning hearing Beau moan his enjoyment and Jenny staring at her. Quickly, she averted her eyes to the ground, no longer hungry for food, but for something else.

“We think we might have a lead on your ex. Denise called around to some local motels that she has an in with and we think he might be staying at the Blackbird Inn. Cassie and I are going to check it out.”

“I’m coming with you.” Beau stood, grabbing another taco.

Jenny stood as well, “No. We got this. You should stay here in case he comes here. Cassie and I can handle ourselves.”

(Y/N) reached up grabbing his hand. Looking up, she knew she didn’t need to say what she was thinking. Beau simply nodded at her then looked back to Jenny.

“I need a moment before you head out.”

(Y/N) watched them step outside on the porch before she moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

“Take Poppernak with you. You don’t know what you’ll be walking into. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything…”

Jenny cut him off, “We’ve been in worse situations, but I’ll take Pop just in case.”

Beau sighed, “Thank you. The moment you have this guy in custody, call me.”

(Y/N) heard Jenny’s boots stepping down the stairs before she spoke again.

“You know this whole time I thought it was Carla that you were still in love with.”

Beau scoffed, “I told you I’m not.”

A small chuckle came from Jenny, “I can see that now. You’re still in love with the woman inside. You should tell her. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on that chance.”

There was a long moment of silence before Beau cleared his throat, “Duly noted. Hoyt, thank you.”

(Y/N) took a few steps back as Beau opened the door. His olive eyes meeting hers knowing she had heard everything. He walked past her and into the living taking his spot on the couch again. She sat on the opposite end, the silence between them growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“What do-”

“Are you-”

They both spoke at once before (Y/N) motioned with her hand for him to go first. His leg bounced nervously and he was fidgeting with his jacket.

“What do you want to know? I know you have to have questions and I’ve never been able to keep anything from you. So shoot.”

He was right. She had a million questions about Carla and Emily, what happened to their marriage and what brought him up to Montana. However, the only question burning at the end of her tongue came tumbling out.

“Are you and Jenny a thing?”

He slowly turned his head towards her, raising an eyebrow, “Really? That’s what you want to know about?”

“No. I want to know everything that has happened to you since that night of my bachelorette party. But, I need to know that… I mean… I don’t want to…”

“Spit it out, darlin’”

Her eyes narrowed on him, “I want to make sure I’m not infringing on anything between you and her. I don’t want to get in the middle of that.”

Mischief was shining in his darkening eyes, “Why is that? Do you think something is going to happen between us?”

“History has proven that it will. After Josh, I vowed I wouldn’t make any stupid, impulsive decisions when it comes to matters of the heart.”

(Y/N) took in a deep breath as Beau’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip dragging it beneath his perfect teeth.

“Do you feel like that a lot around men?”

She shook her head, “Only you. So, I want to know if anything does happen that I’m not going to have to face the gorgeous sheriff who is obviously attracted to you.”

Beau stood up walking over to the window. He peeked out the blinds and she watched his shoulders sag for a moment.

“There’s nothing official between Hoyt and I. We flirt. We have each other’s backs. We’ve both had broken hearts.”

He turned towards her as she nodded, “So, you like her as well. I can see why. She’s gorgeous and I’ve heard the stories of her being a badass. I’m happy you found someone.”

His intense eyes were locked on hers as he walked towards her. (Y/N) started to squirm in her seat as Beau leaned in towards her.

“I found someone a long time ago. Everyone else since then has only been fleeting which is why I’ve put up walls concerning Jenny. There’s only ever been one woman who could smash through those walls in an instant.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, “Beau…”

His lips were on hers before she could say anything else. Her hands immediately went over his shoulders pushing his jacket down his arms. He tossed it to the side, breaking their kiss long enough to snatch her up over his shoulder.

“Beau!” She giggled.

“I’m not losing you again. I’m not backing down from this second or third chance. Bedroom?”

He brought her legs around his waist holding her firmly against him. His lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down the side of her neck.

“Down the hall… to the left…” She breathlessly murmured as his lips met hers once more.

She heard him kick the door shut behind them before turning and pressing her back against it. Her feet touched the ground as his hands pushed her shirt over her head. Another passionate kiss was shared as she worked on undoing his belt and jeans while Beau quickly worked on getting his button down undone. He pulled the white tank over his head as she began to push his pants down towards the floor.

Suddenly he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed behind them. She landed in a fit of giggles that faded as soon as she saw the glorious naked man in front of her. Her eyes traveling down his well toned body and noticing new scars that decorated his skin. One particular scar on his shoulder looked newer than the others.

His eyes followed hers to the scar and there was a longing in them from the memory she could see running in his head.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“No. I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” He shook his head climbing over her, “so I can make love to you.”

In a few swift movements Beau had her bare and she was reminded of the scars she bore. Immediately she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to move away from him.

“Are these… are these from your ex?” Beau gently took her hands in his and moved them from around her, “He hurt you.”

The pain in his voice made her eyes well up, “The physical scars are nothing compared to the mental ones. He… broke me, Beau. I’m damaged. Now’s your chance to run if you want and I don’t blame you.”

(Y/N) watched his trembling hands brush against the longest of scars on her side. He leaned down pressing his lips to it, taking her by surprise. With each kiss he placed on her scars more tears fell down her cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere except to kick that guy’s ass when I get the first chance.” He wiped the tears from her face.

“Reminded of the woman I used to be. The carefree and happy woman. The one that always felt wild and free. The one who loved without hesitation.”

Beau settled himself between her legs and the weight of him was comforting to (Y/N). She ran her fingers over the scar on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He chuckled, “I’m supposed to be asking you that.”

She nodded as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The world stopped for a moment as everything aligned into perfection. Beau and her. Together as it was always meant to be. Desperately, (Y/N) tried to commit every feeling and sound to memory. However, it was his right olive eyes lovingly looking down at her that would be the last she remembered.

A dark figure from above them stood pointing her dad’s Winchester at them.

“I told you if I couldn’t have then no one could.”

“BEAU!” She screamed.

A single shot rang throughout the room and everything went black.

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Chapter Seven: Bleed Magic

Warnings: Violence, assault, racial profiling, swearing.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Beau was swamped at work. And Dalia was outside, playing somewhere. Kiera didn't mind having the house to herself but she was so used to having the chatty sheriff around that the house seemed too silent. She sighed and grabbed a shawl to wrap around her body. She had been working at home for most of that day and just finished everything up. File some documents, talk with a few clients over the phone, small stuff like that. She needed to find Dalia to get dinner, but she usually appeared on time once it was done.

Kiera drew in a deep breath. Much like Beau, recently, her mind had been a mess between work and trying to take care of Dalia and also having a personal life. Maybe a walk would do some good? Feel the cool night air pass through her lungs. Perhaps that was why some people thought she was a vampire.

She went on quite a few night walks when things began to overwhelm her. She really wasn't beating the witch allegations either.

Kiera pushed her hands into the pockets of her pants as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Her neighbors weren't too close but enough that they would be able to see fires in the sandbox behind her house or any other “activities” Dalia did. They sure as hell loved to complain.

She took a deep breath as she walked, feeling the cool air fill her lungs. Strangely, it always made her feel better. She let out the breath, a light smile at the edges of her lips. She ran a hand through her hair and pushed it to gather on her right shoulder to feel the coolness on her neck slightly. The worries on her mind we're slowly melting away.

Kiera admired the trees, still green and blooming from the beginnings of spring. Dalia always loved picking flowers and giving them to her, wildflowers.

Kiera wasn't sure how she knew the difference between poisonous plants and normal ones, but she hadn't needed to go to the hospital yet so Kiera imagined she was extremely careful or read enough books on flowers that she didn't need to guess.

After a little while, she wondered what Beau was up to. If he was still at work or was back at his trailer. She hummed a tune stuck in her head, something new by Dua Lipa she heard while flipping to the Metal station. She had versatility, it wasn't like she couldn't enjoy other types of music, she just had more of a preference for Goth music and its subgenres.

An unsettled feeling formed in Kiera's stomach. Her eyes narrowed. She had learned to trust her instincts over the years. She glanced at her surroundings, no one else was out…

Kiera began to turn around and blinked as a knife was slashed through the air, she just narrowly dodged it, getting nicked near her shoulder. It was too dark to tell what the person was wearing besides the mask on their face.

Acting as quickly as she could, she grabbed onto their outstretched arm and used her other hand to punch the person in the jaw. They were knocked out cold.

Hm, working out certainly did its intended purpose.

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Late nights at the Sheriff's office was not how Beau liked spending his evenings. He'd give anything to be in Kiera's bed, surrounded by her warmth and soothing scent—he wanted it injected into his veins. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic.

He scratched at his neck, letting out a frustrated groan as he went over a case file for the millionth time it felt like.

“Hey,” There was a knock on his door. Beau looked up from the file to see Mo peeking inside. “It's, uh, something happened with Kiera.”

Beau blinked, immediately standing up from his desk, causing his chair to hit the wall. “What the hell happened?” His heart started to race. Kiera told him she could take care of herself and he trusted her but, at the same time, he couldn't help but worry.

Mo coughed a little. “Neighbors called the cops, thinking she started a physical altercation.”

Beau raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “I'm gonna check it out, okay? And good-fucking-night cause I'm not coming back here ‘till mornin’.” He told Poppernack, grabbing his jacket and making his way to his truck.

He needed to add Kiera's neighbors onto his punch list. He gripped the steering wheel hard, knuckles turning white. Just what he needed after a long day, his girlfriend getting the cops called on her for something she likely didn't start herself.

As he rode into Kiera's neighborhood, it didn't take too long seeing as there were a few cop cars and an ambulance. He could see Kiera inside the back of it.

Beau jumped out of his car, nearly forgetting to put it in park. “Beau Arlen, Lewis and Clark County Sheriff's office,” he flashed his badge at the paramedics to let him through. As he got closer, he could see she was cuffed to the side of the ambulance. And the bandage on her shoulder. “Kiera, sugar, you okay?” He cupped her face.

Kiera looked up at Beau and hummed a little. “Should see the other guy.” She teased, eyes tired.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, looking for any other sign that she was distressed but found none and that… saddened him.

“Fucker tried to shank me from behind, only left a small scratch.” She rolled her shoulder that had the wound on it. “In return, I gave him a mean left hook. I guess they thought I decided to beat someone up for fun.” She let out a humorless laugh.

Beau narrowed his eyes at Kiera before he turned to one of the paramedics. “Get these cuffs off her for me.”

“Um, yessir.” He was a young kid and did immediately as asked.

Beau sat next to Kiera and wrapped an arm around her waist, “We can deal with this in the morning, hm?” He suggested softly. He could feel just how tired Kiera was by looking at her. It seemed her emotions were running thin, as was her capacity for empathy.

After being with Kiera for a while, Beau started to notice things about her. Signs of when she was having worse days than others. How quiet she'd get, how much she tried to be excited about things but wasn't, things of that nature.

“I was gonna make dinner.” Kiera murmured in a monotone voice.

Beau shook his head and helped Kiera stand even though she probably didn't need it. “I'm sure I can scrounge something up for all of us to have, sugar, it's alright.”

“Where the hell is she going?” A woman cried out, arms crossed against her chest. She was fair skinned with blonde hair and a robe on, as if she was just awakened in the middle of the night. She probably was.

Beau glanced from Kiera to the blonde woman. “That's Cindy,” Kiera said, “The one who called the cops.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. Time to turn up the charm. “Hello, Miss.” He turned to face the blonde. “I'm afraid you misread the situation with Kiera here, she was defending herself against an attacker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take her home.”

“Excuse me?” Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Who are you to just let her off the hook? That thing,” She motioned towards Kiera's general direction. “Has been causing so much trouble in this neighborhood and I want her arrested!”

Beau rubbed Kiera's unscathed shoulder before he looked back at Cindy, pulling back his jacket to reveal his badge. “I'm Sheriff Arlen, ma’am. And I know this woman personally. But I would love to hear about this trouble you speak of, has Kiera put you or anyone else in this neighborhood in any danger at all?”

“No, well, I—”

“Then have a good night, ma’am.” Beau guided Kiera back home.

Dalia was waiting in the living room, kicking her feet with her head held down. Kiera was silent and sat down next to her.

Beau pursed his lips. He kneeled down in front of Dalia and cupped her face gently. “You hungry, honey?” She nodded.

Like mother, like daughter, huh?

“Alright, I'll heat up some leftovers. That okay?” They both nodded. He stood back up and pressed a kiss to Kiera's head. “After dinner, I'm gonna take a look at that shoulder.”

Dinner came and went, barely any sound besides their utensils against bowls and a slight wince from Kiera when she moved her shoulder the wrong way.

Once Dalia was put to bed, Beau helped Kiera take off her shirt so he could assess the damage. It wasn't horrible and the stitches the paramedics gave her were expertly done. He sighed as he dabbed a bit of alcohol on the wound to clean it and bandage it back up for the night.

“Y'know… I don't know what I'd do without you.” He murmured softly, ripping the gauze before he taped it against her shoulder.

Kiera let out a soft breath. “I know.” She lifted a hand to cup Beau's cheek, caressing it softly. “You are quite the diamond, aren't you?” Her eyes were soft and filled with adoration.

Beau fastened the gauze on her, lowering his hand to rest on her arm. “What does that mean?” He asked with a small smile.

“Just that I love you,” Kiera smiled back. “And I could never dream of leaving you. Even if your hands were stained in my blood, I don't think—no, I know—I would smile through the pain.” She glanced away from Beau just as he was about to say something. “But you'd never do that. And that is what makes you a diamond to me.”

Beau couldn't respond to that. What the hell would he even say? ‘Thanks.’ That didn't even begin to cover it. He pulled Kiera into a kiss, something soft but full of emotion.

If things didn't go the way they did, Kiera might've been killed. And, fuck, that thought scared him. He would've been devastated. Dalia would've been practically homeless unless Beau properly adopted her and… well, he knew about the horror of foster homes and— and—

“You're thinking too hard, sweetheart.” Kiera's soothing voice whispered. “What happened happened. I'm alive.” She hooked a finger under his chin.

Beau let out a humorless chuckle and nodded. “I know you are. I do. It's just—”

“Breathe.”

“What?”

“Breathe with me.”

“I don't—”

“You have a punch list or whatever. Do a breathing exercise with me, hm?” Kiera suggested with a slight smile. “And maybe lose the flannel.”

Beau glanced down at his attire and sighed, shaking his head but doing as asked. He stripped off his jeans, boots and flannel and got in bed next to her. She raised a hand to rest over his wildly beating heart.

“Deep breath in.”

Beau drew in a breath.

“Hold it. For… one, two, three, four. Now exhale.”

He exhaled. Simply listening to the sound of her voice calmed him.

“Can you just… keep talking? Please?” Beau asked gently. He could already feel his heart rate slowing.

The edges of Kiera's lips twitched upwards. “About what?”

“Anything.” Beau breathed.

She pursed her lips for a moment. She could talk for hours about any given topic yet found it hard to choose just one. “Well, y'know I really like video games? My favorite is a series called Uncharted which was recently turned into a movie which fuckin’ sucked ass. I mean, they ruined Sully's characters so irrevocably. I understand they're going for a young Nate but goddamn, they really—”

Beau was listening. He was. Well, maybe not exactly. But he loved her voice and maybe, subconsciously, he was taking in the information and filing it away for later so he'd understand what she was talking about in the future.

Eventually, Kiera talked Beau to sleep. He was quite the snorer. Probably something to do with those Texan genes. Not that Kiera had ever met a real Texan before Beau. So she didn't have anything to base that off of besides her own imagination mixed with stereotypes she’s heard.

Perhaps Beau thought the same things about her. As both a transgender woman and a Native American. There were enough stereotypes about that to fill an entire three-hundred page book. He didn’t seem to care about that. Another reason he was a diamond. Someone who didn’t care about her identity—at least, not in that way. In fact, he was quite interested in her heritage and what it all meant. Not to mention, Beau quite liked trying new foods.

Kiera got as comfortable as possible in bed with Beau, being careful with her shoulder and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She imagined Beau would be quite similar to a bear as he slept, big but soft and fluffy. He also really loved to cling to her and nearly always shifted in bed when she tried to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Or maybe Beau was more like a dog. A big dog. Who loved unconditionally. Yeah, that was it.

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The Fix - Part 1

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader (Reader has a daughter in this story; also--slow-ish burn)

Warnings: Brief mention of child abduction, very brief mention of domestic violence (non-descriptive), slow burn

Word Count: ~1.5k (This is meant to be a little shorter, but it will pick up as we get into the story!)

The sun had started to settle just behind the Montana mountains as you took a sip from the steaming cup of tea in your hands. The warmth from the cup sent a pleasant shudder over you as you took a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. The sound of tires upon your gravel drive interrupted the silence and made you inwardly groan. You recognized the truck almost instantly.

You stayed planted on your rocking chair, but offered a small smile as he opened the car door.

“Sheriff,” you greeted blandly. While you would never admit it out loud, your heart couldn’t help but flutter when you were graced with Sheriff Beau Arlen’s presence. The man looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, for God’s sake. But you knew better than that.

“How’s it goin’, ma’am?” And then there was that sweet, sexy Texas drawl. God, you loved Texan men. But you’d do everything in your power to not let him know that.

“Well, it was going well, ‘til I heard that truck pull up,” your lips were tightened in a straight line and eyebrows raised in his direction.

He chuckled softly as he put his hands in his front denim pockets. “I hear ya,” he sighed. After a moment, he continued. “Where’s he at, darlin’?” He somehow managed a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t help but feel like it was covered in pity. He felt bad for you—hell, this whole town did. You heard the rumblings while you were out; you knew everyone and their mama knew your story, and you hated it.

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t keep a tracking device on my ex-husband,” you sighed. “I haven’t seen him since we all went to court three months ago. That’s a promise, Sheriff.”

He nodded as he glanced around your property. You weren’t sure if he was looking for something suspicious to accuse you of not being honest, or if he was looking to make sure you were safe.

“I believe you,” he reassured. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but he’s dangerous. He’s gone off the deep end now that the FBI is lookin’ for him, too.” His green gaze was back on you again.

“Like you said, you don’t have to tell me,” your stomach churned as you processed his words. You knew now that your ex-husband was on the run, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to cover his own ass. “I was married to him, remember?”

“I know,” he tried to appease. “You still have my number?”

“On speed dial,” you nodded as you used your feet to rock on the chair.

“If you see him, you use it. Got it?” His eyes bore into you in a way that made your heart flutter again. You tried to swallow the feeling away.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded once more.

“Good,” he said, his boots crunched against the gravel again as he headed back to his truck. As he opened the door, he looked back at you with a smile. “And how many times I gotta tell you, darlin’? Beau’s just fine. You have a good night, now.” He tipped his hat at you.

You hoped between the glow of the setting sun and the distance between you, he couldn’t see the rosy blush that crept up your neck into your cheeks.

“Night, Beau,” you called back. You didn’t miss the way his smile grew as he climbed into the truck.

Mondays were the worst. The weekends just never seemed long enough. And now that the temperatures were cooling off for autumn, it made it a hundred times harder to get yourself out of bed. This morning felt more like the start of winter—a bitter 39 degrees outside. But you had gotten up because you had to, and practically had to drag your 5-year-old daughter out from the comfort of her bed as well.

The day had crawled by. Working in real estate was something you loved, as it allowed you way more flexibility and the opportunity to be a mom and still provide for your small family of two. But with winter approaching rapidly, things had slowed down at work. Everyone was settled and planning to wait out the brutal Montana winter, so your days felt even longer.

You watched the children find their parents’ cars in the car line and tapped your manicured finger against the steering wheel of your 1996 Ford Bronco.

There was an uncertainty that crept over you as you watched for your daughter—the lavender colored puffy coat you had put her in that morning, the jeans with a daisy patch she had begged you to sew on. But she wasn’t there. Fewer and fewer students exited the building until the trickle stopped.

You moved your truck into a parking spot and shifted the gear into park. The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest made you want to vomit, but you pushed it aside. Between the cold air and the tears that had already settled, your eyes burned as your feet carried you to the sidewalk where you spotted her teacher.

“Ms. Lang,” you called out to her as your steps quickly approached. She turned to you with a wide smile across her face.

“Oh, hi! How are you?” She smiled. “Bailey’s mom, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded with a breath. “Where is she?” The words sounded frantic, but you couldn’t help it. Your mind had traveled to the worst possible scenario, even though you hoped reality was that she had just gotten caught up with something in the classroom, or maybe had needed a bathroom break.

Ms. Lang’s smile fell and her eyes widened slightly. “Her Uncle picked her up from school early, he said she had a dentist appointment.”

With her words, you felt your heart begin to sink–down your chest, through your ribcage until it crumbled in the pit of your stomach. “H-her Uncle?” As you stuttered, you realized your mouth had run dry.

“Yes,” Ms. Lang waved you on to follow her as she walked towards the reception area of the elementary school. The both of you moved quickly around the remaining students waiting for their parents to pick them up. “Her Uncle Shawn. He was on the approved sign-out list.” She pulled open the glass door to the secretary’s office and waved you on ahead of her, but you were frozen in place. It felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Ms. Lang looked at you, unsure why you weren’t moving.

“My brother, Shawn, has been in Pennsylvania for the last two weeks...he's not in town,” you barely whispered.

Ms. Lang looked to the secretary as fear bubbled into her voice. “Call 911.”

There were multiple police officers in the lobby now. All of them had the same questions: what was your daughter wearing, her age, was there anyone that may want to harm her. You knew your ex-husband was considered dangerous, and you knew that better than anyone. But you never thought he would hurt your daughter. He wasn’t able to see her anymore, ever since he had become a fugitive. Prior to his conviction, he still could only have supervised visitation, which he hated. But harm her? Even though he had harmed you, you would never believe he would hurt her. But then your therapist had gently reminded you that you were broken and bruised, and he was unhinged. You didn’t know what to think anymore.

“Ma’am?” A young female officer approached you gently. “Your husband—“

“Ex-husband,” you cut her off quickly.

“I’m sorry,” she paused and corrected herself. “Your ex-husband fits the description of the man who picked up your daughter. The school followed protocol—he had a fake license that had your brother’s name on it.” You had figured as much.

“Jackson’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them,” you muttered as your eyes blurred for what felt like the hundredth time today. You picked at a loose string on the edge of your denim jacket. It wasn’t nearly warm enough, but you hadn’t planned to be outside for long.

“Because he’s a fugitive and wanted by the FBI, we’ve been asked to pass them the case,” she spoke gently. You should've known as much, but your head jerked up to look at her. She gave you a sympathetic smile—one you had seen from almost every damn local these last few months—and put a hand on your shoulder. “I promise they’ll do everything they can. The whole state will be on alert looking for your daughter.”

Her words didn’t bring you much comfort. You had gotten to a point in your life where you didn’t trust many people. The FBI hadn’t been able to find your ex-husband all this time, so how could you possibly have hope they would find him now?

As the officer walked away and people began to disperse, you grabbed your cell phone. You didn’t know what else to do, so you pressed the contact you had never dialed before.

It rang twice before you heard his southern drawl. “Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he answered gruffly.

“Sheriff?” You meant to sound strong, but the emotion had made its way to your voice. “Jackson took her…he took Bailey.”

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Beau had met you at the entryway of the elementary school within minutes, concern etched across his face in the way of worry lines that likely matched yours.

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked gently as he approached with a tentative hand on your shoulder blade.

Under the weight of his hand, you felt the ultimate collapse. Everything tumbled out of you in a way you didn’t expect (nor did he, by the look on his face). But either way, he used that hand to pull you flush against his chest and wrapped his other arm around your waist. He held you as you sobbed into the lapel of his brown jacket. The material was cool from the bitter wind just outside the door.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he coaxed softly with his mouth close to your ear. “We’re gonna get her back.” You tried to nod and speak, but only shaky breaths came out. Beau pulled you to his side and stepped forward towards one of the agents. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff,” he put his hand out to greet the agent.

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Beau Arlen x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: He put you with Hoyt and Tonya. For the day. What the hell had he been thinking?

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I couldn't resist. I love Beau so much.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female!Reader; Beau Arlen x Female!DeputySheriff!Reader

Warnings: sex (smut-light); implied sex; mention of violence; mention of injury

Word Count: 2486

Beau Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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You made your way past everyone in the station, intent on one office in particular.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Poppernak greeted you with a grin. His smile slowly faded as he took in your expression. “Everything okay?”

“Just dandy,” you spat, surging past him. His eyes widened and he quickly got out of your way. If you were pissed and heading where it looked like you were heading, then he knew the best thing to do was to stay out of your way and possibly duck for cover. He hoped that when all was said and done that the office was still standing… as well as its sheriff.

You stormed into Beau’s office and slammed the door behind you. The man in question, who was on the phone, frowned and turned to see you standing in place, fuming. You were pretty sure he could see steam coming out of your ears from the bugging of his eyes and his hurry to get off the call he was on.

“Gotta run, Jas. Get back to me as soon as you have something. Thanks.” He quickly hung up the phone.

“Who’s Jas?” You seethed as he studied you, most likely determining how to respond.

Apparently choosing to try to butter you up, he gave you a bright smile. “Jas — Jasmine from Tech. You know that, honey, you’ve met her.”

You snorted and slowly approached his desk. “Don’t you honey me, Arlen.”

“Why?” He chuckled nervously, a response he had when he was anxious or becoming so. If you were using his last name, you were definitely pissed. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” Beau saw your eyes flash and he knew he had said the wrong thing. Oh boy.

“What’s wrong?” You asked in disbelief. “What’s wrong?!”

He knew better than to say anything else, especially since you were repeating his words in a rhetorical-yet-sarcastic manner. Besides, he knew you were going to tell him whether he wanted to hear it or not.

“What’s wrong is you sent me out with Hoyt all day.”

Beau relaxed a little, thinking maybe it had been something worse: a forgotten birthday, or maybe he was supposed to have done something you asked him to do but he didn’t — that kind of thing. “I did, but what’s wrong with that? You two have been getting along better these days and you work great together.” Your eyes narrowed and Beau realized he was in for a world of shit. He had tried to be complimentary and positive, but apparently that was the wrong way to go.

“What’s wrong is that you sent me out with her for the day. With Tonya.”

Beau briefly closed his eyes. He should have known this would come back to bite him in the ass. The truth was he had been caught off guard himself and had to quickly scramble to make it work.

Seeing him hang his head, you hissed, “Yeah, exactly.”

Tonya and Donno, for some reason, had not moved on after everything that happened with Paige and the 15 million. All of you knew that the two had most likely gotten what they sought after; why they remained in town instead of taking off to some tropical paradise that catered to those wishing to remain anonymous was a mystery. You happened to think Tonya had something else up her sleeve, but like Beau had said: unless there was evidence of some kind of crime happening, there was nothing that could be done. You also thought that Beau and Hoyt were both purposely looking in other directions when it came to Tonya and Donno because the latter two had helped them in dire situations involving their family members. You didn’t really care about Tonya or Donno, but from what your friends had told you, both had put the group through the wringer — and often, at that. You had no desire to see that happen again so you’d rather see them skip town altogether instead of sticking around to further scheme things that could end up getting your friends hurt in some way.

Unfortunately, Tonya had risen in the ranks of realty; she was now one of Helena’s most sought after real estate agents, so much so that she had become friendly with the mayor and even began rubbing shoulders with some county officials. For some strange reason, out of the blue, Tonya decided she wanted to do a ridealong with law enforcement — your department specifically, today of all days. Beau, in a spur of the moment, decided to spare Pops and the rest of his department as well as himself, so naturally, you got saddled with that duty as did Hoyt. You knew Hoyt and Tonya didn’t get along, yet you had no idea just how much the two women hated one another. You basically spent the whole day keeping Hoyt from arresting the woman on some trumped up charge, keeping Hoyt from her own would-be assault charge, and endured hours upon hours of bickering. Tonya constantly — and loudly — questioned the two of you as you did your job, in front of perps, bystanders, and witnesses alike. She even told a suspect you were handcuffing — with a wink — that she knew a good lawyer who also happened to specialize in police brutality. The man decided to go all Mike Tyson and had knocked Hoyt down with a punch and tried to take a swing at you, forcing you to outmaneuver him and slam him onto the hood of your car to swiftly get his arms behind his back and regain control of the situation. But according to her, you were using brutality with him. Sure. You may have snapped out that she should get her ass back in the car before she’d join him, causing a smug smirk to form on the woman’s face. “I’ll get you that number,” she told the man, and then slinked back into the car. You grit your teeth and handed the suspect over to a deputy, going to check on Hoyt who was back on her feet, prodding at a bloody cut on her lip.

Tonya had been a grade-A pain in the ass all day and she seemed to get off on irking both of you, Hoyt especially. And not once did Beau ever give you a heads-up on just what you would be facing after willfully sacrificing you and throwing you into the mess without a second of hesitation. For someone who used to be your partner back in the day, he sure hadn’t acted like one today. How could you not be pissed?

Hoyt wasn’t happy with Beau either, but she was currently getting looked at by a doctor due to your insistence. Cassie had met you both at a walk-in clinic and she was waiting to drive Hoyt back once the blonde got the all-clear. Tonya had scampered off the minute you put your car in park, chirping how much she enjoyed today and thanking you for showing her how Lewis & Clark County’s finest did for their county day to day. Before you could retort, she was gone and you knew she definitely had something in the works that was not going to bode well for any of you in the long run. However, at that moment, you were so pissed you could barely see straight and you only had one destination in mind: Beau’s office. So here you were, infuriated and ready to send heads rolling. How could he do that? To you of all people?

Beau sighed and got to his feet, rounding his desk to sit on the edge. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that today and when she requested Hoyt… I could’ve sent Pop, but I didn’t think he’d be able to shut any crap down as quickly as you would. That’s why I sent you with them. But, I should’ve been the one to go, not you, and I’m sorry.”

“Yes, you should’ve been,” you hissed, crossing your arms.

He nodded and, after a moment, he reached out a hand.

You snorted in disbelief. “Really?”

Beau didn’t say anything, only moved his hand in a come hither motion, holding it out for you to take.

You let out an angry sigh and rolled your eyes, but moved forward to place your hand in his nonetheless. He pulled you to him, framed your face with his hands, and softly kissed you. You refused to kiss him back but ultimately, like always, you lost the battle and gave in, gently grasping one of his wrists as you did. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered to your lips.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

“I promise.” He kissed you once more and you began to relax and melt into him, even going so far as to wrap your arms around his neck and slot your mouth against his more insistently. He released your face and circled his arms around your waist, picking you up so he could place you on his lap, your knees bracketing his hips as you straddled him. You could feel the tell-tale bulge pressing against you. You could definitely use some stress relief after the day you had, yet still —

“I’m still mad at you,” you panted harshly as he pressed kisses down your jaw line, his hands roaming insistently on your lower back. You weren’t surprised when a moment later they traveled further south and squeezed while he moved you back and forth over his growing arousal.

“As you should be,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck. “Matter of fact, I think you should show me how mad. Right here, right now.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began to suck on that spot right below your ear, the spot he knew drove you crazy.

“I hate you,” you moaned, beginning to grind against him more insistently.

“You have a weird way of showing that, darlin’,” he chuckled, one hand on your hip now to help your movements. He bit his lip watching you grind on him and he let out a throaty groan. “Fuck, I ever tell you how much I love it when you get all riled up like this and you need to get it out of your system? Because I do. Hell, maybe I oughta do something that pisses you off every so often so you can— ”

“Shut up,” you growled and covered his mouth with yours, plunging your tongue deep inside to taste him and effectively shut him up. You were practically riding him on his desk and he was doing everything he could to hold onto you while keeping upright. At one point, you got so turned on, you broke away and began unbuckling his belt, desperate to get inside his jeans.

“Door’s not locked,” he panted out though he didn’t move to stop you.

“Don’t care.” Normally, you would have cared, but the infuriating bastard was right: you had all the pent up anger and frustration from today coursing through your system. You needed to get it out, now. You yanked his belt through his belt loops and tossed it to the floor. “And just so we’re clear,” you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reaching inside and grabbing him, making him hiss when you gave him a couple of pumps with your hand. “We are not done talking about this.” You got to your feet and quickly whipped off your jacket and shirt, leaving you in only your lacy bra. You stripped down and then gently pulled him out of his jeans. You climbed back up and stared down into those fierce green eyes that were currently blown wide with lust. Despite mentioning it, he didn’t seem too bothered by the unlocked door either. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hoped Poppernak and Madge didn’t walk in on something they couldn’t unsee because you highly doubted either of you would stop. You were both too worked up, especially you, and you were the one in control. Nothing short of a natural disaster or act of God would keep you from working the tension out of your body. Your phone buzzed on the floor, most likely a text from Cassie to let you know she was bringing Hoyt back to the station. Besides, you had a feeling that Pops witnessing your fury earlier and all of them out there hearing the never before slammed door, they most likely knew they should probably knock first before entering the Sheriff’s office.

“Now, we have exactly twenty-five minutes, thirty if we’re lucky, before Hoyt gets here to rip you a new one herself. Think you can manage to make it up to me and have me all relaxed by then, cowboy?” You challenged.

His answer was to line himself up with you and push into you, making you gasp as his other hand gently pulled your hip down so you would sink fully onto him. You both groaned at the feeling and he gave you his own challenging smirk. “I think you better start moving,” he growled. “Because if she’s going to kill me, I intend to die a happy man. Which means I’m going to be buried deep in you, sweetheart, with you making a mess all over me for the fourth time.”

“Four? That’s super ambitious,” you teased. You began to move and pressed your lips together, balancing your hands on his clothed chest. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let her kill you. I love this way too much… And you.”

The fire in his eyes dimmed slightly and he suddenly shot up, making you adjust a little to stay on him, and he cupped your chin. “I love you, too, and darlin’...I am sorry.” You knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and see it deep in his green gaze. You gave him a soft nod and a tender smile, pecking his lips — one final sweet moment —before you pushed him back down onto the now cleared desk and resumed your position once more. He let out a chuckle at the devious smirk plastered on your lips.

“You will be,” you promised in a tease. You then went about working your frustrations out, Beau keeping to his prediction of getting you to a point that you were very relaxed (and mostly dressed albeit in need of a serious shower) by the time Hoyt stormed into his office. And just as you had promised, you made sure he survived Hurricane Hoyt and you even let him drive you home, his hand on your thigh most of the ride. You were pretty confident that he wouldn’t be making the mistake of throwing you to the wolves again anytime soon but you ended up enticing him to pull over into a discreet area to serve up a reminder once more just in case.

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daughterofcain-67 · 6 months

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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (pt.1)

(Beau Arlen x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Every day the sheriff comes into your coffee shop, and every day you both seem to put a smile on each others face, even when Beau is working his saddening cases. You’d be lying of you said you didn’t have a thing for the sheriff- but what woman with a working set of eyes didn’t? What you didn’t know was who you would meet in your cafe later that day…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of kidnapping because of the case Beau is working on

The smell of coffee was all around you since you were in the process of brewing some pots or some of your early morning customers. You were wearing your cream colored polo with your purple apron. The apron as well as the polo had the name of your business on the top left corner called ‘Morning Glory Coffee’ in cursive on a white mug along with the flowers by the same name beside it.

You heard the bell on the door ringing out, signaling that someone else was walking into your little cafe. Wrapping up your last to-go order, you glanced over to see who was there and you smiled when you saw the familiar stature of the sheriff.

“Sheriff Arlen! You’re here early.” You grinned as you turned around to get his typical order started.

“Ms. L/N, you know you don’t have to be so formal with me.” Beau said as he pulled out his wallet.

“Now you know I can’t do that. And don’t worry about payin’ this time. It’s on the house.” You insisted as you handed him his cup of coffee.

“Well, if you’re insisting on the coffee, I insist that you call me Beau from now on.” You saw the smirk on his face, causing you to grin.

“Alright, Beau.” You said, accepting the little compromise.

When he took the coffee, your fingers grazed and you pulled away when he had a grip on his cup. As he took a sip, he let out a low hum. “My, my, Y/N. I swear you make the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Awe, well thanks! I’m glad you like it so much.” You insisted, but honestly you just loved that he seemed to come in practically every day. It was honestly when made your mornings happier, that boost you needed just a little more than caffeine.

“How are things going? Got any new cases you’re working on?” You asked curiously as you grabbed a rag to start cleaning up the counter. It was a slow Wednesday morning so far so every once in a while you liked to talk to your customers when you had the time. No one was even there at the moment since it’s been mostly to-go orders.

“Yeah, kind of a big one. You heard about those missing women?” He asked and you lifted a brow.

“No? Then again I haven’t had much time to watch the news.”

“Well, two women have gone missing. We don’t really have any leads yet but I’ve got some interviews today with the missing persons’ loved ones. Conversations like that are always hard.” He sighed and you frowned, knowing he’s been in those shoes before.

“I can’t imagine having a job like yours. You see a lot of dark things from day to day and it’s gotta be a difficult thing.”

“It can be. But in the cases where I’m actually able to get those families reunited, it makes it so worth it in the end. It’s worth it when the right justice is being served and we get the guy.”

“Well, I won’t keep you from getting one step closer to justice. Just do me a favor and be careful out there, alright?”

Beau smiled at you, that same smile that made you feel oddly warm and fuzzy on the inside, “Will do, Darlin. See you around.”

When Sheriff Arlen left your business partner, your little sister named Cadence, was holding a tray of banana bread and some muffins with some sort of knowing smirk on her face.

“What?” You asked as you went back to cleaning up the counter.

“You have it for him so bad.” Cadence teased.

“What? No I don’t! And even if I did, he’s a cute enough guy that would have more people interested in him than just me. I wouldn’t stand that much of a chance. Plus he hangs out with Cassie and Jenny a lot anyways.” You reminded just to hear the exasperated sigh from Cadence as she set the tray in the display case.

“Are you kidding me?! You both have a thing for each other! ‘Oh Y/N, this is the best coffee I’ve ever had!’ ‘Oh promise me you’ll be careful, Beau, my love!’” Your sister began to swoon dramatically while you shook your head.

“I didn’t sound like that. And Beau just likes the coffee. It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh yeah? Well you guys should at least give it a shot. I mean you haven’t dated in three years ever since… well you know. And Beau’s single too. You guys hit it off just fine and you talk almost every morning every time he comes in here.”

“I can’t date him. He’s got too much on his plate with being the sheriff and all. He sees a lot and he has a lot of things to do and a lot that he goes through and he probably doesn’t even have the time for a girlfriend.” You tried to reason and Cadence lifted a brow.

“Really? You’re trying to use that as an excuse? You realize that when Beau got married he was in law enforcement anyway, right? Clearly he’s done it before and I bet he’d be willing to give it another shot rather than being alone and unhappy.”

You listened and tried to think. You knew she was right, but you also knew men like Beau Arlen didn’t go out with women like you. You’ve gotten your hopes up for relationships before and you knew what it was like to be rejected when you first started dating again after unspoken chapter of your life. You weren’t exactly open for that kind of rejection again.

“What if I talked to Jenny and Cassie to set you up with him? I’m sure they’d love that!”

“Are you insane?! No, I don’t think that’s really a good idea.” You shook your hands in front of you.

Your sister groaned, clearly unhappy that you were being so stubborn about this. You really did appreciate her efforts in trying to get you back in the dating game. Couldn’t she try to set you up with someone that’s more realistic for you in stead of someone like Beau?

The door opened up again and there were more customers coming back in, interrupting your conversation with Cadence about the Beau situation - thank goodness.

Beau strode into the office with his coffee in hand. He enjoyed going to your shop in the morning. Seeing your smiling face always gave him a bit of a jump start he needed.

“Well, well, well! Did you go over to see your girlfriend again?” Hoyt greeted as she put her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She had this smirk on her face like she was trying to tease Beau, who only smirked and shook his head.

“Yeah, you wish.” He said as he started walking to his office, just for Jenny to follow behind him.

“Oh come on, just admit that you have a thing for her! When was the last time you went on a date, huh?”

“Instead of questioning me about my nonexistent love life with the coffee shop owner, can you tell me if we’ve got any more information on those missin’ women? And where’s Pompernickle?”

“Right here, boss!” Poppernack called as he held up a file and made his way to Beau’s office as well.

The three of them walked inside and Beau shut the door, “What do we got?”

“Well, we’ve found the families that way we can ask them if they’ve seen anyone in the womens’ friend groups that were a little peculiar. Maybe the family members noticed something that the missing two didn’t see in them?” Poppernack said.

“Oh if only it was that easy. Yeah, sometimes it’s someone the victim knows - hell half the time that’s the case. But then there’s those small percentages where it really is a complete stranger.” Beau reminded.

“Woah, they aren’t victims yet. They’re captives. Hopefully they’re still alive.” Jenny interjected, Beau nodded.

“Yeah, that’s always the hope that’s why we’ve gotta step on the gas with this before things get worse and someone else goes missin’.’ Is that all we’ve got?”

“No. I’ve got a witness from a gas station that said they saw one of the girls, Sidney Ferguson, filling up some gas in some green SUV.” Hoyt began.

“From what he said, it looked like a Hyundai. Couldn’t tell you the license plates because the manager said the security cameras were out and they’re in the process of replacing them.”

“Great, a green SUV with no plates to track them down with. Are we even sure she drives that kind of vehicle?”

“I’ve seen Ferguson around before she went missing. She didn’t drive that from what I can remember. A white Jeep Wrangler. 2015 I think.” Poppernack said, “Issued a warning once. Speeding.”

“There’s a lead. Pops, why don’t you do some research and see how many of those SUVs are runnin’ around town. Jenny, you take Ferguson’s family this morning and ask some questions and I’ll talk to the other girls family. Hopefully there will be a lead on Ember O’Riley here soon so we have somethin’ to tell that family.” Beau said.

“Maybe one of the families or even some of their friends know something about that SUV. It’s worth a shot to ask about that too.” Hoyt reminded as she started walking towards the door so they could start their morning.

Beau watched as his two deputies left. Then he looked down at the cup you gave him. That was when he noticed you actually left a note for him, ‘Have a good day, Sheriff.’ He had never seen your handwriting before but it was cute that you put a sheriff’s star to dot the ‘I’ in your note.

He smiled fondly to himself before he took another sip and made his way out of the door of his office. Yeah Hoyt may have teased him once in a while about the fact that maybe he liked more than just your coffee, and maybe she wasn’t exactly wrong. It’s just that while he was friendly with people, he didn’t want to get close. Not after losing his partner, not after losing his wife and daughter to Avery. He didn’t want to get attached and lose anyone else no matter the circumstances. Death or otherwise.

Once he snapped out of his thoughts, Beau found himself already outside and he felt his phone buzz in his hand. When he pulled out the device while walking to his car, he saw that Poppernack gave him the address to the O’Riley household.

“And off we go.”

It was noon and your sister just left for her lunch break since you had already come back from yours. You had put out some baked goods in the display case for whoever would stop by and decide they may want something more than something to drink. As you were doing this, you heard the door bell sound out again.

You turned around and you saw someone walking in. You hadn’t seen this person before but he seemed nice. Then again you tried to see the good in all your customers. Everyone had a good quality about them and this man? Well he seemed to have a nice smile.

“Hi there, what can I get for ya?” You asked with a grin.

“Actually, this is my first time coming in here. Can you give me some kind of recommendation?” He asked. He had a kindness in his voice. His hair was dark brown, his eyes were a hazel and his skin was tanned like he tended to spend a lot of time in the sun.

“Well, I have the typical black coffee with an assortment of creamers. I can get you an americano, latte, cappuccino if you want something a little on the warmer side. For some colder options I’ve got cold brews with different flavored cold foams like Irish cream, hazelnut, sweet cream. Then I’ve got some energy drink options. Just a little of everything really. So what’s your poison?”

“A little of everything, huh?” He asked, “I think I’ll take a cold brew. With some of that Irish cold foam if you don’t mind?”

You smiled at him, “Of course. Can I get a name for that order?”

“Andre.”

“Andre… Nice name. Actually you’re the first one I’ve met.” You admitted and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I hear it’s not exactly a common name, especially around here.”

“Let me go ahead and get that drink started for ya, Andre.” You insisted and walked off.

As you got started on making the cold brew, you could hear some of your other customer’s talking in the corner.

“So the police came and talked to your family? What did they want?” Said one teen. You stayed quiet as you continued with your task, “Yeah. They said they may have some kind of a lead to find Sid. But they didn’t say anything about what that lead was. I guess they didn’t want my family to get involved.”

“Yeah, That’s fair. I mean your mom and dad are going through a lot as it is with her going missing and all. I feel bad for the O’Rileys too.. I heard Ember was an expectant mom to be too… She must be terrified.”

“Yeah if she’s not dead already.”

“Guys, it’s only been a week! Mrs. O’Riley and my sister will both be fine, I’m sure. Sheriff Arlen and Deputy Hoyt are really good at their jobs, I’m sure they can find something if they’re the ones on the case.”

Your heart ached at hearing those girls talk about the case. It was even more heartbreaking that one of them had a sister that was missing. You were glad that she was still hopeful and you really hoped that Beau would be able to find this Sid girl as well as Ember as soon as he could before it was too late.

“Here you are, Andre. One cold brew with cold foam.” You smiled once more and handed him the cup and a straw.

“Thanks.” He grinned and you could notice a dimple on his left cheek. He handed you the card and you took it for the payment before he spoke again.

“By the way… can I ask what your name is?” He asked.

You looked up at him. You were a little skeptical as to why he wanted to know your name, but you didn’t think too much of it. Maybe he was just new around here and wanted to make some friends or something.

“Y/N. I’m glad you came in today, and I hope you enjoy.” You grinned as you handed him the card back as well as his receipt.

“Thanks! You have a good one.” Andre said and he left.

“You too!” You called as he walked out of the door just as Cadence was walking in.

You watched your sister do a double take and her gaze lingered before she looked at you, tilting her head and she walked behind the counter again, “So who was that? He’s new to coming here isn’t he?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“He’s pretty cute though. Nice ass too.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes, grinning.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend already?”

“Uh, I didn’t mean cute for me. Even if he does have a nicer ass than Corbin’s.” Cadence said, “I meant for you.”

“What happened to the whole Beau thing?”

“Oh are you kidding me? That’s my number one option for you. He’s totally unbeatable. But since you’re being so stubborn about not going out with him, it’s always good to keep your options open.”

“Cadence, this was literally the first time he’s ever been in this shop. We don’t know if he was visiting town or what his deal is.” You reminded and you watched your sister cross her arms, wanting to sulk like a child.

“Why do you always want to burst my bubble!?”

“Well don’t say I popped it just yet. He did ask what my name is, so maybe he’s moving here, or he already has moved here and is trying to make some kind of acquaintances or something.” Then Cadence’s eyes lit up almost like a Christmas tree.

“He asked you your name!?” She practically squealed, causing you to cringe a little.

“You don’t think it’s odd or anything?”

“What? No. How else are you supposed to meet people if you don’t talk to them or if you don’t know their name! So what was his name?”

“Andre.”

“Andre!? Ugh, that’s so dreamy! If he comes in again you have to take a shot.”

You smiled, shaking your head at your sister’s nonsense, “Oh go clock in now, would you?”

“This is where the love triangle starts, Y/N! I’m tellin’ ya!”

Hi everyone! Here’s the start of a new little series I’m starting and I hope you like it! There’s more to come with this series.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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A New Sheriff In Town

Summary: The reader takes over as acting Sheriff when Beau is forced to be out on leave. Except the normally friendly Beau is anything but when he finds out it’s up to the reader when he comes back to work…

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Marshal!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, mentioned kidnapping/betrayal

A/N: Was missing Beau over the hiatus and came up with this little glimpse of him!...

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“Hello?” You popped your head up from your laptop, smiling at the handsome, albeit tired, looking man in front of you.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” you said, standing from your chair. He nodded, a confused smile crossing his face.

“Not that I normally don’t mind finding an attractive woman in my presence, but do you care to explain to me what you’re doing in my office, at my desk?” You smiled and pushed your jacket away from your hip, showing off your badge.

“US Marshal Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the interim sheriff while you are on medical leave.” His face flashed between alarm, anger and back to alarm in the span of a second. “Take it up with your boss if you have a problem with it.”

“I am fine. I-”

“Beau Arlen,” you said, picking up a file, flipping through a few pages. “You were kidnapped for the past two days, correct? Rescued yesterday afternoon with minor injuries.”

“Exactly. Minor,” he said, snatching the file out of your hands. You looked him up and down. He was handsome when he wasn’t scowling at you like you kicked his puppy. “Now call your damn boss and let me get back to my job.”

“Funny. Everyone around here tells me you’re as sweet as can be, a nice, happy guy. But you’re being a bit of a dick. You know why?”

“Because you’re in my fucking office!” he said.

“Some injuries you don’t see. Now I am sorry but I’m in charge and-”

“Why isn’t Deputy Hoyt interim sheriff?” he said, tossing the file on the desk. “She’s my number two. Why-”

“Deputy Hoyt is visiting her son at college. She has too many unused vacation days and she was far more willing when I told her to take a leave of absence.”

“She would never-”

“She would because she did. Don’t be the fucking tough guy. Go home. Talk to a therapist. Binge watch Netflix and eat junk food. I don’t care. But know you do not get back in that chair until I authorize it and you are far from it.”

His eye twitched and he huffed, storming out, slamming the door along the way. You groaned and sat back down, the door opening after a moment, one of your deputies poking his head in. “Yeah Poppernak?”

“He’s really nice when you get to know him,” he said with a sheepish smile. “He’s just…”

“I know.” You held out the file Beau had thrown down, Poppernak walking inside to take it from you. “What’s he like? Hobbies, food, stuff like that.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me deputy.”

“Are you going to harass me at my home too?” scoffed Beau the second you were out of your truck, approaching his air streamer that evening.

“Anyone ever tell you that you live in the most gorgeous trailer in the world? God, you could charge newlyweds a whole bunch of cash just so they could bang for the night under the stars.” He grumbled as you reached inside your truck across the bench and pulled out a bag, smiling as you approached him. He was wearing a jacket and jeans, feet barefoot as he sat in a lounge chair in front of a nice large fire pit.

You stepped up onto the deck, offering the bag to him.

“Go away.”

“Wow. You really are being a jerk. It’s a good thing I’m here then,” you said. You sat the bag down on his table, pulling out a pair of containers and a DVD. You carried one over to him, setting it in his lap. He eyed it suspiciously before flipping it open, a large sandwich and side of fries inside.

“This is a meat lovers from Donno’s diner,” he said, voice rough.

“I don’t know who Donno is but I did some recon and it turns out Beau Arlen, you are a man that appreciates a good meal. I love a fellow foodie,” you said, holding up the DVD. “And because I know you love your movies too, I brought my favorite romance, The American President. Now I know, not a classical romance but you’ll like it.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked. You pushed up your jacket and shirt on your right side, exposing your torso where a faded pink scar shown bright on your skin.

“My spotter fucked up on one of my cases as a Marshall. I got kidnapped and only a little hurt like someone I know. But it fucks you up and it’ll keep fucking you up until you deal with it. Now that’s the job of your department therapist but at home comforts help too.”

“That’s a scar from getting your appendix out.”

“Alright,” you said, sitting down in the chair beside him. “You caught me. But that did happen to my old partner so I know it’s true.”

“Listen,” he said, setting the food aside. “I appreciate the dinner and while normally I’m a much more pleasant person, can you leave and let me have my station back?”

You sighed, Beau rolling his eyes. “Sorry bud. Enjoy the forced vacation.”

“I don’t like you!” he called as you headed back for your truck.

“Never met a cop who has!” you shouted back with a wave. You kept a smile until you were back in your car, slowly closing your eyes.

This was not the relaxing vacation you were hoping for.

“Marshal,” said Beau the next day, trying to walk past you into the station.

“Sheriff,” you said, curling a finger at him, enjoying your cup of coffee on your morning break. “Take a step in that building and I’ll have you arrested.”

“I’m sure you will,” he said, walking straight on inside.

“I warned him,” you said to yourself, finishing off your coffee before going in after him. He was in his office when you got there, adjusting the height of his chair. “Beau Arlen you’re under arrest for violating direct orders from your superior.”

He chuckled, grabbing a pad of paper. “That’s real cute. Why don’t you-Hey!”

You shoved him down on the desk, cuffing him and dragging him out the side entrance, avoiding most of the other officers. “I told you.”

“Oh I swear I’m calling your boss and getting you fired,” he growled. You just whistled, guiding him outside and over to his truck. “Marshal-“

“Be anywhere but here. The more you resist, the longer I stay. Period.” You uncuffed him, Beau rubbing his wrists, faded red marks marring his skin. He huffed, opening his door when you put a hand on it. “Please listen to me.”

He simply jerked the door open, driving away without saying another word.

Two Weeks Later

“Oh come on,” said a gruff male voice. You turned around from where you were fishing, perched on a rock along the river, Beau meeting your gaze. He had a baseball cap on and a fishing pole in his hand. “Are you stalking me or some shit?”

“We can share. Plenty of fish,” you said, Beau grumbling before he walked over, sitting nearby. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yup. Now when exactly can I get back to work?”

“When I say so.”

“This is a total abuse of power you realize.”

“This isn’t how I wanted to spend my vacation either so don’t be pissed off at me,” you said, reeling in your line a smidge.

“Then why are you acting as sheriff?”

“Because I have experience and I wasn’t personally affected by your kidnapping like all of your officers were. You came from the outside. I know you understand that.” He hummed, the air quiet save for the sound of running water.

“So…what exactly do I have to do to convince you to let me back to work and you finish your vacation?” You reeled in your line, packing up your tackle box and standing. “Hey. Where-“

“Because I want to have one relaxing fishing trip and you just don’t stop.” You started to leave when Beau hopped up, chasing after you.

“Marshal, wait.”

“My name is Y/N,” you said, walking across the rocks carefully, unfortunately giving him a chance to catch up. “Beau just-“

“I’m sorry for being an ass.” You stopped, dropping your head. “I get…I don’t handle trauma well.”

“Who does?” You spun around, Beau smiling softly. “It’s not a punishment. I’m trying to help you.”

“I know. I know I have to deal with it to process it and move past it but it’s…I’m not in a big rush to feel vulnerable like that again.”

“I understand but until you do, I’m in charge around here.”

“The Marshal service is going to just let you stay here however long you tell them?”

“Yes.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh sweetie, playing on the federal level is a whole other game of office politics.”

“So who fucked you over?” he asked. You breathed slowly, even.

“You know that story I told you about my partner getting captured? That was really me and my partner fucked me over on purpose after I expressed concerns to my supervisor. No internal case and I get to do whatever the fuck I want now. My pick of cases, my choice of vacations, whatever I want I get all to cover up for his fuck up of a son.” Beau blinked, smiling softly. “What?”

“You let me go off on you when you’ve gone through shit that I dismissed. You’ve been nothing but nice and it sounds like you keep getting surrounded by dickheads,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’re not a dick. You’re processing,” you said. He nodded back at the river.

“It’s a big river. We could share.”

“Alright. But keep the gabbing down. Fish’ll hear ya.”

Three Hours Later

“So did you make some sort of deal with the fish devil?” asked Beau as you headed back towards your vehicles, a storm rolling in. “Because you caught close to twenty by my count and I caught a whopping one.”

“You’re right,” you said, packing up the back of your truck. “I’m part of the trout cult. We sell our souls to be able to catch and release some fish on our days off.”

“You’re joking, right?” You rolled your eyes, shutting your lift gate. “Hey, you never know what people are into.”

“This job has taught me one and that is that you definitely cannot judge a book by it’s cover.”

“Marshal.” You pursed your lips, Beau stepping closer. “Y/N. Do you want to get out of the rain, grab a cold beer in a warm bar?”

“Follow me. I know a place.”

Twenty minutes later you were sat in a corner booth near a fireplace, Beau looking around the small bar.

“How’d you find this place?” he asked after you had your drinks, a basket of fries between you. You took a short sip, leaning back.

“I was feeling pretty shitty a number of years back after the partner betrayal thing. Just drove and drove for days. I wound up in Helena, drove around until I found a bar and then proceeded to get shit faced in this booth.”

Beau munched on a fry, taking off his jacket while he chewed. “You’ve been in Montana all this time?”

“No. The bartender called me a cab and booked me a motel room when I broke down. I stayed there a few days feeling sorry for myself before I sobered up and went back to Knetucky. That’s when I gave my boss a list of demands for not saying shit about his son. After that, I bounced around working solo cases, mostly money trails, until I came back here. Now I work a remote desk job, help out local law enforcement when needed. Found some peace and comfort along the way.”

He nodded, fiddling with his beer bottle. “You should work for me.”

“Beau.”

“I’m serious,” he said, green eyes flickering over to you. “If you’re a Marshal you could easily pass the exams. You could work the field again with people you trust. My people are clean.”

“I know. I can tell you run a tight ship,” you said, his head tilting. “I don’t think I’m cut out for field work anymore.”

“This is Helena, not Detroit,” he chuckled. “You’d be a deputy, have seniority, get to run investigations. It wouldn’t be all that different than what you do now I’m sure.”

“You offering me a job so you can get back to work sooner?” you teased. He held up his hands, smiling proudly.

“Nope. I know a good cop when I see one is all.”

“I’m a US Marshal, Sheriff. I outrank you for all intents and purposes.”

“Well…I don’t have a good reason to give that up,” he chuckled. “But we could find a desk space for you in the office, when I do eventually go back to work. It’d be nice to have someone with such superior expertise at our disposal.”

You flipped him the bird, Beau laughing against the rim of his bottle, taking a long drag. “Offers on the table is all I’m saying.”

“I work better alone Beau. But, when you are back in charge, call me up if you need a local Marshal.”

“Will do,” he said, tipping his bottle towards you. You clinked it with your own, the air turning warmer, heat from the fireplace spilling out. “Any advice on how to get over the whole…you know.”

“Accept that you were afraid, that you could have died, and that you aren’t weak because of it. The people we help every day aren’t weak because something bad happened to them. They just had bad shit happen and that’s it. That’s all it was Beau. Something bad. You’ll feel better with time and the more you start to believe that.”

He nodded, gaze fixated on the table in front of you. “Sorry for being a dick before.”

“Sorry for being pushy.”

“I needed it,” he said with a smile.

“Oh I know,” you laughed. He chuckled, stealing another fry from the basket. “So. How’d a Texas boy like you wind up here?”

“Like you don’t already know,” he said, face softening. You shrugged.

“Yeah but I’d rather hear your version.”

“Alright. Be careful what you wish for though.”

Two Weeks Later

“Marshal Y/L/N,” said Beau behind a pair of sunglasses, badge back on his hip. You smiled behind your own, crossing your arms as you stopped beside him, looking into the back of the overturned truck on the highway. “I think we found the money from that bank robbery in Washington last week.”

“Looks like you did. You got to love when criminals are morons,” you said, peeking your head into the back. You cocked your head, scanning the scattered bills. “You’re missing about five million.”

“How can you tell?” he asked, looking inside with you.

“One duffel bag fits about five million. The bank reported fifty stolen. But you only have-”

“Nine bags,” he said, straightening up, lips pursed. “Let’s talk to the driver.”

“Mind if I take lead?” you asked. He waved you forward, letting you approach the man cuffed at the end of Poppernak’s squad car. “Hey Joe. I know you know you’re in deep shit so let’s skip the small talk. I know you crashed on purpose and I know you’re supposed to take the blame and we’re supposed to assume you have the other five million stashed somewhere. But we both know that’s not the truth. So why don’t you tell us who is actually behind this and we will go find your girlfriend for you, maybe even find a bit of leniency for you. What do you say?”

Thirty minutes later you were in Beau’s truck, tapping your fingers against the door panel. “Okay. How the fuck did you do that?”

“Marshal service suspected the bank manager was behind it. Joe Niven is a guard at work there, been missing several days. But so has Joe’s girlfriend. Now one could assume they were on the run together but Joe’s girlfriend didn’t show up to work for two days before the robbery happened. I had a gut feeling it was coercion. Joe confirmed that.”

“How can we trust his word?” he asked, turning down a road, a trail of police cars after you.

“His knuckles were scrapped up and he had bruises on his biceps like someone dragged him back. They showed him the girlfriend, Joe got pissed and they separated him from her before he had a chance to get her out. He couldn’t have grabbed himself like that, fingertips are all wrong.”

“Why would he trust us then?”

“Because the robbery was days ago and Joe wouldn’t still be doing what they asked if the girlfriend was free. It’s going to leak soon they found the money on the highway. When it does, that girlfriend is dead which is why we’re going to Elden pass. He said he heard howling in the background. Wolves migrate through Elden pass this time of year and yes, the only reason I know that is because I’m a documentary nerd.”

“You have no idea how much I want you to take that job offer.” You smirked, nerves crawling up your spine. “You got my back in there?”

You turned in your seat, brow furrowed. “You want me going into the scene?”

“You have more tactical experience than any of my people and it’s my first run back. I could use a steady hand with me.”

“Beau, I haven’t been-”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could handle yourself.” You closed your eyes, nodding to yourself. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed out. “I got your back.”

“Nice job in there,” said Beau an hour later, the sunset making his hair seem golden. You were leaned against his truck, Beau sliding over to stand beside you. “Thank you. I know it was dangerous going in to get Jane out.”

“I was scared to death,” you said, running a hand over the thick, heavy vest you wore. “But as soon as we went in, that went away. I’ve been terrified of real field work for years and I thought it was because of what had happened but really, it’s because I didn’t trust anyone after that. But I did today. I trusted you and your people and because of that, we were able to save that woman.”

“I’m not joking when I say I’d love for you to work with us regularly, even on a consultant basis.”

“Maybe I do need a change.” You looked over at him, Beau smiling wide. “I’ll think about it. No promises.”

“That’s all I can ask. In the meantime, you want to come to movie night? We can watch my new favorite drama chick flick.”

“You watched it!” you said, eyes wide. “What did you think? Tell me everything.”

“I think it is the most random ass excuse for a chick flick I’ve ever seen yet I really enjoyed it. So you want to come over and watch? We could order a pizza, unwind after a long day.”

“I’d love that, Beau.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, a spark rushing up your spine.

“See you at my place in an hour.” He didn’t walk away though. Instead he smiled, leaned down and placed a soft, lazy kiss on your lips. You were surprised to say the least. You knew you were getting friendlier but you weren’t expecting that. He pulled back, letting the kiss linger before his eyes were taking in your face. “You know what I liked about that movie? She doesn’t give a fuck that he’s the president. He’s just a guy she likes. And he goes for it despite how horribly wrong it could all go cause he comes with a lot of baggage and that should scare her but it doesn’t. And even though he’s got to do something that goes against her, they still find a way to make it work in the end. Reminds me of this idiot guy I know.”

“Beau,” you whispered as he played with the end of your hair. “Is tonight a date?”

“You tell me.” You put a hand on his chest, tapping the spot where his name was woven into his vest.

“Make it a supreme pizza,” you said. “I ain’t a girl that hides how much she loves to eat on the first date.”

“You got it,” he said, his smile faltering only slightly when someone called his name. “Let yourself in if you get there before me. Key is under the patio chair.”

“You’d trust me with a key to your house?” you asked as he walked away.

“I trusted you the whole time, Y/N. Just took a while to admit it to myself,” he said, spinning around with a grin. “See you later, Marshal.”

“Yes you will, Sheriff.”

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