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Second Chances - Part Nine of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 5391 Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff (so much fluff), a touch of angst A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Nine: Gratitude

The hum of the kitchen was warm and familiar, but Beau’s thoughts drifted to the past. Gratitude had a way of sinking in when you’d had your share of loss, mistakes, and missed opportunities. And Beau had plenty of those.

It wasn’t long ago that his life had felt hollow, even if he’d never admitted it out loud. After his divorce from Carla, he’d moved to Montana to stay close to Emily. His daughter had been his anchor, the one thing that kept him grounded after the shooting of his former partner in Texas—a moment that had fractured his world and, eventually, his marriage. He couldn’t blame Carla for leaving. He’d shut her out, drowning in guilt and refusing to lean on her. By the time he realized what he’d done, it was too late.

Montana had offered a fresh start, but it had also been lonely. Nights in his trailer, surrounded by the endless quiet of Big Sky Country, had given him too much time to think. He’d buried himself in work, playing sheriff with a smile that masked the cracks underneath. For a while, it worked. Until it didn’t.

Then Y/N happened.

He hadn’t been looking for anything—just a quick trip to the grocery store. But the moment he saw her, laughing softly as she tried to wrangle her spirited daughter, something shifted. It wasn’t just her beauty that caught his attention; it was the way she handled Eliza, her patience and humor shining even as the toddler threw cans of Chef Boyardee like grenades.

It had been an ordinary moment, but Beau had felt something extraordinary. A spark he hadn’t felt in years. And when she’d turned those eyes on him, wide with a mix of surprise and intrigue, he’d known he couldn’t just walk away.

The months that followed had been a whirlwind. Their first date—a disastrous combination of a flat tire, scraped knuckles, and terrible food—should’ve been a dealbreaker. Instead, it became a memory he cherished, a reminder that even imperfect moments could lead to something beautiful. He’d watched Y/N’s walls come down slowly, her trust growing with each shared laugh, each tender moment. And Eliza? That little wolf-child had stolen his heart in ways he hadn’t expected.

But life had thrown its punches, too. The domestic call that ended with a gunshot had been a harsh reminder of how fragile everything was. He’d come so close to losing it all—the life he’d only just begun to build with Y/N. Waking up in the hospital to see her face, tear-streaked but steadfast, had been a revelation. He’d fought to stay awake, just to tell her he loved her, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess them.

Then there was the pregnancy.

The memory of that moment still made his chest tighten. Y/N, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, her hands trembling as she told him. “I’m pregnant, Beau.” The fear in her eyes had mirrored his own—fear of the unknown, of whether they were ready for this. But his heart had leapt at the news, the joy washing away any doubts. He hadn’t thought he’d get another chance at being a father. Yet here it was, wrapped in the woman he loved.

And now, with the smell of dinner still lingering in the air, Beau felt the weight of it all—the heartbreak, the healing, the hope—settle into a quiet, steady joy. His journey hadn’t been easy, but it had brought him here, to this moment, to this life.

Beau leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed loosely as he watched Y/N at the sink. She was humming softly under her breath, a tune he couldn’t place but instantly loved. The warm light of the kitchen cast a golden glow over her, catching in her hair as she rinsed a plate and placed it in the drying rack. Eliza babbled happily from her playpen in the corner, the little wolf-child giggling at something only she understood.

Beau’s chest tightened as he took it all in. This moment, this ordinary scene, was everything he hadn’t dared to hope for. A home filled with laughter and warmth, with Y/N at its center. She didn’t even realize how much she’d given him—a second chance at love, at family, at finding meaning again.

He pushed off the doorway, walking toward her with quiet steps. When he reached her, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Y/N let out a soft laugh, startled but pleased, and leaned into him instinctively.

“Beau,” she murmured, her hands still submerged in soapy water. “What are you doing?”

“Holding you,” he said simply, his voice low and warm. “You got a problem with that, darlin’?”

Her smile widened, though she didn’t turn around. “Not at all. But you’re distracting me.”

“Good,” he murmured, nuzzling into her hair, the scent of her filling his senses. “You deserve a little distraction.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing against him. “You’re in a mood tonight.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Just been thinkin’ how lucky I am.”

Her hands stilled in the water, and she tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing his jaw. “What brought that on?”

He didn’t answer right away, his arms tightening around her as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You. Eliza. This life we’re buildin’,” he said softly. “It’s more than I ever thought I’d have. More than I deserve.”

Y/N turned then, water dripping from her hands as she faced him. Her eyes searched his, her expression tender. “Beau, don’t say that. You deserve every bit of this. Every bit of us.”

He smiled, his green eyes filled with emotion. “You say that like you’re sure.”

“I am,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, Beau. To us.”

The sincerity in her voice broke something open in him, and before he could stop himself, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Darlin’,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you. More than I’ve got words for.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Beau didn’t waste another moment. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hands slid from her face to her waist, pulling her closer as he poured everything he felt into that kiss. Gratitude, love, longing—it was all there, tangible and unspoken.

Y/N responded in kind, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as she leaned into him. The dishes were forgotten, the hum of the kitchen fading as the world narrowed to just the two of them. Her body pressed against his, her warmth igniting something in him that had been simmering since the day they met.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together. Y/N let out a shaky laugh, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “You’re something else, Beau Arlen.”

He grinned, his thumb brushing her cheek. “And you, darlin’, are my everythin’.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she leaned up, her lips brushing his again, softer this time but no less intense. Beau groaned softly, his hands tightening on her waist as he deepened the kiss, letting the passion build between them.

“Beau,” she whispered against his lips, her voice a mix of laughter and longing. “Eliza’s right there.”

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “She’s busy countin’ her toes, darlin’. I think we’ve got a minute.”

Y/N laughed, swatting at his chest playfully. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But ya love me anyway.”

“I do,” she said softly, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “More than I thought I could.”

Beau pressed a kiss to her palm, his green eyes holding hers. “And I’m never lettin’ you forget it.”

The house was quiet, the soft creak of the floorboards under their feet the only sound as Beau and Y/N moved through their bedtime routine. The warmth of the day lingered in the air, softened by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Eliza had been tucked in hours ago, her little wolf-child snores drifting through the baby monitor on Y/N’s nightstand.

Beau climbed into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He stretched out on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as Y/N turned off the light and slipped under the covers beside him. Her hair tumbled loose over her shoulders, and her face carried the peacefulness of someone finally at rest after a long day. She nestled into his side, her head finding its place on his chest, where his heartbeat thudded slow and steady.

Beau wrapped an arm around her, his large hand gently trailing up and down her back. “How’s my darlin’ doin’?” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Y/N smiled against his chest, her fingers idly tracing the lines of his collarbone. “I’m fine, Beau. Tired, but fine.”

He kissed the top of her head, the faint scent of her shampoo filling his senses. “And the little one?” he asked, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on her stomach. “How’d the doctor’s appointment go?”

Y/N shifted slightly so she could look up at him, her eyes soft and warm in the dim light. “Everything’s perfect,” she said, her voice filled with quiet joy. “I’m about 12 weeks now. The baby’s growing right on track. We even heard the heartbeat again.”

Beau’s face lit up, his green eyes shining. “That’s my boy—or girl,” he said with a grin. “Strong little heart in there.”

Y/N laughed softly, covering his hand with hers where it rested on her stomach. “You always light up when I tell you about the baby,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder.

“‘Cause it’s a miracle, darlin’,” he said simply, his thumb brushing against her skin. “You, this baby, Eliza… it’s all more than I ever thought I’d have. You’ve given me a second chance at everythin’.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her free hand moving to trace the faint outline of the scar on his stomach. The wound that had nearly taken him from her. Her fingers were light, reverent, as she followed the line of it. “You scared me so much that day,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“But you didn’t,” Beau said gently, covering her hand with his. “I’m here, darlin’. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned up to kiss him, her lips soft and lingering. “I love you, Beau Arlen.”

“I love you more,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of emotion.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other, the quiet intimacy of the night enveloping them. Beau’s hand slid back to her stomach, cradling the life growing there. “I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he said softly, his voice full of awe. “This baby… it feels like a second chance I didn’t even know I needed.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers brushing through his hair. “It’s a second chance for both of us.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hand moving to cup her cheek as he pulled her closer. The tenderness between them shifted, deepened, as the kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding down his chest, over the faint ridge of his scar, as she pressed herself against him.

“Darlin’,” Beau murmured, his voice low and rough, his green eyes dark with need. “You sure you’re up for this?”

Y/N nodded, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered, “Always.”

Beau rolled her onto her back with care, his hands steady and gentle as they explored her curves, lingering over the slight swell of her belly. He kissed her deeply, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every touch, every sigh, every soft moan that escaped her lips.

Their lovemaking was unhurried, filled with the quiet reverence of two people deeply in love and fully aware of the fragility of life. Beau’s hands were steady as he held her, his whispers a mix of sweet words and promises that made Y/N’s heart ache with love.

When they finally stilled, their bodies tangled together under the covers, Beau brushed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I don’t deserve you, darlin’,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m gonna spend the rest of my life tryin’ to be the man you and our kids deserve.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You already are, Beau. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside faded into insignificance. In that moment, in the quiet warmth of their bed, they were a family—a family built on love, second chances, and the promise of all the tomorrows yet to come.

The room was cloaked in the kind of stillness only found in the dead of night. The faint glow of the baby monitor cast a soft light on the nightstand, a quiet reminder of the little life sleeping soundly just a few rooms away. Beau stirred, his green eyes fluttering open as his senses adjusted to the dark. He glanced at Y/N beside him, her soft breathing steady and even. Her hand rested loosely on his chest, her face peaceful in a way that made his heart ache with love.

He carefully eased her hand off him, not wanting to disturb her. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wood floor, he caught the faint sound of Eliza’s tiny snores coming through the monitor. He smiled to himself, shaking his head. “Wolf-child,” he murmured fondly under his breath.

Unable to resist, he slipped out of the room, his steps quiet and measured as he made his way down the hallway. The soft creak of the floorboards underfoot reminded him that this wasn’t just a house. It was a home—his home now. The thought filled him with a warmth that went beyond words.

He pushed open the door to Eliza’s room just enough to peek inside. The soft glow of her nightlight illuminated her tiny form, curled up with her favorite stuffed rabbit tucked tightly under her arm. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with her little snores, her curls a wild halo around her head.

Beau leaned against the doorframe, his heart tightening at the sight. It still amazed him how much this little girl had come to mean to him. She wasn’t his by blood, but in every way that mattered, she was his. She’d claimed a piece of his heart the first time she’d called him “Bo-Bo,” and every moment since had only deepened his love for her.

Stepping into the room, he crouched beside her bed, his hand reaching out to gently smooth a curl from her forehead. “You’re somethin’ else, kiddo,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, and I don’t even mind.”

Eliza shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she snuggled deeper into her blanket. Beau stayed there for another moment, his hand resting lightly on the edge of her bed, before standing and slipping quietly out of the room.

He wandered through the house then, his hand brushing the walls as he moved. The living room, with its cozy couches and the basket of Eliza’s toys in the corner, felt lived-in and warm. The kitchen, where Y/N had laughed over burnt toast just days ago, felt like the heart of the home. Everywhere he looked, there were pieces of them—of the life they were building together.

Beau stopped in front of a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid shot Y/N had taken of him and Eliza at the park, both of them laughing as they played in the grass. He traced the edge of the frame with his finger, his chest tightening with gratitude. This wasn’t just a house he was walking through—it was a life he’d thought he’d lost the chance to have.

The soft creak of a chair drew his attention to the dining room, where Y/N had left her laptop open on the table. A stack of Eliza’s artwork—scribbled rainbows and wobbly stick figures—sat next to it, along with a planner Y/N used to keep track of everything. He smiled, shaking his head. “Organized chaos,” he muttered, the affection in his voice unmistakable.

As he turned to head back to bed, he paused in the doorway of their bedroom. Y/N was still asleep, her hand now resting on the spot where he’d been. The sight made his heart swell, and he realized how much this moment meant. This house, these people—they were his. Not just something he was lucky enough to be a part of, but something he was deeply, irrevocably tied to.

He slipped back into bed, careful not to wake Y/N as he settled beside her. She shifted slightly, her hand instinctively finding its way to his chest again. Beau wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as he let his eyes drift shut.

As sleep took him, one thought echoed through his mind: This is it. This is home.

The morning sunlight spilled through the windows of the doctor’s office as Beau sat on the edge of the examination table, his shirt folded neatly beside him. Dr. Patel, the same no-nonsense woman who had overseen his care since the shooting, studied his chart with a critical eye.

“Well, Sheriff,” she said, setting the clipboard aside and crossing her arms. “Your wound has healed nicely, your strength and mobility are back, and your labs look great. I’m clearing you for full duty.”

Beau let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, a grin spreading across his face. “You sure about that, Doc? No reservations?”

Dr. Patel gave him a wry smile. “Just one—don’t make me regret this, Sheriff. Take care of yourself out there. And try not to get shot again, would you?”

He chuckled, pulling his shirt back on. “I’ll do my best. Thanks, Doc.”

As he left the office, the crisp morning air hit him, and he paused for a moment, letting the reality sink in. He was back—really back. Field duty wasn’t just about being in the thick of things; it was about feeling whole again, about doing what he loved.

The drive to the sheriff’s department was short, but his thoughts were already ahead of him, running through everything he could dive into now that he wasn’t stuck behind a desk. When he walked through the front doors, he immediately felt the energy shift.

As he left the office, the crisp Montana air hit him, invigorating and fresh. The drive to the sheriff’s department felt different today. It wasn’t just a commute—it was a return. He’d spent weeks on desk duty, restless and itching to get back into the field, but now, as he approached the familiar brick building, he felt a swell of emotion he hadn’t anticipated.

He parked his truck and made his way to the front door, his boots crunching against the gravel. The moment he stepped inside, the sound hit him like a wave.

Applause.

Beau froze, his green eyes widening as he looked around. The entire department was there—Jenny Hoyt, Poppernak, Morales, Jenkins, Doris, and even some deputies from the next county over who had stopped by. They were all clapping, smiles lighting up their faces as they greeted him.

“Sheriff Arlen,” Jenny said, stepping forward with a grin. “Welcome back.”

Beau shook his head, a warm smile tugging at his lips. “Y’all really know how to make a guy feel missed,” he drawled, his voice carrying over the clapping.

Doris, standing near the back with her ever-present clipboard, called out, “Don’t get used to it, Beau. This is a one-time deal.”

That earned a round of laughter, and Beau chuckled, tipping an imaginary hat to her. “Noted, Doris. Noted.”

Beau laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, all right. Y’all are actin’ like I’ve been on vacation.”

Poppernak clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You might as well have been. Desk duty’s not your style, Sheriff. We’re glad to have you back for real.”

“Glad to be back,” Beau said sincerely, his gaze sweeping over the room. “I’ve been itchin’ to get back in the mix. And I gotta say, it feels damn good to know I’ve got a team like y’all waitin’ for me.”

Jenny crossed her arms, leaning against her desk with a smirk. “We’re just glad you’re in one piece. You gave us a scare, Beau.”

He nodded, his grin softening. “I know. And I appreciate y’all holdin’ the fort while I was recoverin’. But I’m ready to pull my weight again.”

Jenny stepped closer, offering a hand. “Well, Sheriff, welcome back to full duty. Let’s just hope we can keep you out of trouble.”

Beau shook her hand, his grip firm. “No promises, Hoyt.”

The room erupted in laughter, the sound carrying through the department as Beau took in the faces around him. For the first time in weeks, he felt like himself again—not just their sheriff, but part of a team, a family.

As the applause died down and the crowd began to disperse, Beau felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Jenny, her expression softer now.

“You really scared us,” she said quietly. “It’s good to see you standing here.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” he said, his voice low. “It’s good to be standin’ here.”

Jenny gave him a small smile and nodded before stepping away, leaving Beau to take in the moment. He looked around the department—the desks, the bulletin board cluttered with flyers, the coffee pot in the corner—and felt a deep sense of belonging. This wasn’t just a job; it was a part of who he was. And now, after everything, it felt even more meaningful.

With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and walked toward his office, ready to take on whatever the day—and the future—had in store.

The sun was dipping low in the Montana sky as Beau parked his truck in the driveway, the warm hues of twilight casting the house in a soft glow. He turned off the engine and sat for a moment, letting the day’s events sink in. The sheriff’s department had welcomed him back with open arms, the applause and camaraderie cementing his place among the people he respected most. But now, as he looked at the house before him, the glow from the kitchen window spilling out onto the porch, he realized this was the place he truly belonged.

Beau stepped inside, greeted immediately by the faint scent of something savory lingering in the air. The quiet hum of home life enveloped him—the distant sound of the TV in the living room, Eliza’s gentle snores through the baby monitor, and the soft sound of Y/N moving in the kitchen.

He closed the door and slipped off his boots, letting the comfort of being home wash over him. As he stepped into the kitchen, Y/N looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“Hey there, cowboy,” she greeted, her voice soft but teasing. “You’re home late.”

Beau crossed the room, pulling her into his arms. The tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding melted away as he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. “Missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth.

Y/N chuckled softly, resting her hands on his chest. “You were only gone for the day.”

“Still missed you,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. His green eyes were bright, his smile wide. “Got some good news, darlin’. Doctor cleared me for full duty.”

Y/N’s smile faltered, just for a second, before she masked it with a nod. “That’s… that’s great, Beau. Really.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “But?”

She sighed, her hands sliding down to his. “I’m happy for you, I am. I know how much you’ve been waiting for this. But… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.”

“Worried?” he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor. “What if something happens again? What if you…?” Her voice caught, and she shook her head. “I don’t know if I could go through that again, Beau.”

He cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head so their eyes met. “Darlin’, I hear you. I do. And I’d be a fool to say there aren’t risks. But I’ll be careful. I’ve got too much to live for now—too much to come home to.” His thumbs brushed her cheeks as his voice softened. “You. Eliza. The baby. I’m not takin’ any chances with what we’ve got, I promise you that.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled, leaning into his touch. “I just need you to come home, Beau. Every time.”

“I will,” he vowed, his voice steady. “Every time, darlin’. You’ve got my word.”

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close. “You’d better keep that promise.”

He held her tightly, his hand smoothing over her back. “You can count on it.”

They stood like that for a moment, the weight of their love and shared fears settling into a quiet understanding. Finally, Y/N pulled back, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “You’re a good man, Beau Arlen.”

“And you’re my good woman,” he replied with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss her.

The kiss started soft, a gentle meeting of lips that spoke of love and reassurance. But as their bodies pressed closer, the tenderness gave way to something deeper, something more urgent. Beau’s hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened, his lips trailing down her jaw and to her neck.

“Beau,” Y/N murmured, her voice breathless as her hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt. “The dishes…”

“Can wait,” he murmured against her skin, his hands moving to her hips. “Right now, it’s just you and me, darlin’.”

Beau’s lips lingered on Y/N’s as he pulled her closer, his hands settling on her hips as if anchoring himself to her. The warmth of her body against his, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—it sent a slow burn through him that started in his chest and spread outward. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving over hers with a mix of tenderness and longing, as though he were trying to convey everything he couldn’t say with words.

Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands slid up her sides, his touch firm but reverent. “Beau,” she murmured, her voice soft and filled with affection. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt, a small smile tugging at her lips. “We’re still in the kitchen.”

“So?” he drawled, his green eyes darkening with a playful spark as he kissed along her jaw, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Pretty sure the kitchen’s seen worse.”

She let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing as her hands worked their way down his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. “It’s not exactly private, you know.”

Beau paused, leaning back just enough to meet her gaze. His hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Then let’s go somewhere private, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I want to take my time with you.”

Her breath caught at the intensity in his gaze, and she nodded, her fingers curling around his hand as he led her out of the kitchen. The walk to their bedroom was unhurried, filled with small touches and glances that spoke volumes. The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards beneath their feet and the faint hum of the baby monitor in the background.

When they reached the bedroom, Beau turned to her, his hands settling on her waist as he guided her gently toward the bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows that made the space feel even cozier. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of love and anticipation.

Beau’s hands slid to her face, cradling it as he leaned down to kiss her again, this time slower, deeper. His lips moved over hers with deliberate care, savoring every moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice thick with emotion. “You know that?”

Y/N smiled, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Not nearly enough,” he said softly, his hands trailing down to the hem of her shirt. He paused, meeting her gaze as though silently asking for permission. When she nodded, he pulled the fabric over her head, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

He took a moment to look at her, his eyes tracing every curve, every line, with a reverence that made her cheeks flush. “You take my breath away, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands resting on her waist. “Every time.”

She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down into another kiss. This time, it was her turn to take the lead, her hands working to remove his shirt, her touch lingering over the faint scars on his chest and stomach. Her fingers brushed against the scar from his gunshot wound, and she paused, her lips trailing down to press a soft kiss to the healing skin.

Beau let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to thread through her hair. “Darlin’…”

“You scared me,” she admitted softly, her lips moving against his skin. “But you’re here. You’re okay. And I’m so grateful for that.”

He tilted her chin up, his green eyes meeting hers. “I’m here,” he said firmly. “And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’ve got me, Y/N. All of me.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together as the weight of their emotions spilled over into their movements. Beau guided her to the bed, his hands gentle but sure as he laid her down. He followed, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her curves with a mix of tenderness and passion.

The world outside faded into insignificance as they moved together, their love and connection driving every touch, every kiss. Beau’s hands lingered over the slight swell of her belly, a reverence in his touch that made Y/N’s heart ache with love. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you know that?”

“You make me feel that way,” she replied, her hands sliding up to cup his face. “Every day.”

Their lovemaking was slow, unhurried, a celebration of everything they had built together and everything that was still to come. Beau worshipped her with every touch, every whispered word, and Y/N gave herself to him completely, her love for him shining in every kiss, every sigh.

When they finally stilled, their bodies tangled together under the soft covers, Beau pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand resting protectively over her stomach. “You’re my whole world, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise. “You and this family we’re buildin’. You’re all I need.”

“And you’re everything to us,” she replied softly, her head resting on his chest. “Always.”

As the night settled around them, they held each other close, the love they shared a quiet but powerful force that made everything else fade away.

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zepskies · 3 months ago

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hi! so I had a question, how long did it take you to build a following on tumblr? how long have you been writing for spn as a whole (I assume you started with it but I’m not sure I meant when did you start writing on the app mostly) and do you think it usually takes as long as it did for you for other people? (I hope the wuestion made sense)

Hi there, lovely anon!

Oh, these are great questions, and I'm happy to answer. I'm going to be referencing this post, as someone asked me a similar question.

I also talk a lot about my beginning fanfic/coming to Tumblr experience and building a following in this interview I did with the @idlingintheimpalapodcast.

That being said, here's how I got started in SPN fandom and on Tumblr, and 6 Tumblr Tips related to how I've tried to grow my blog:

Learn How Tumblr Functions

Create a Tag List

Posting Schedules, Announcements, and Sneak Previews

People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements) + shoutouts to blogs I looked to for inspo

Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

When I Do Get Engagement, I Reply to Comments and Reblogs

Deeper dive below the cut:

Writing for SPN & Starting on Tumblr

To be honest, I'm a bit late to the party when it comes to Tumblr. I've written for many different fandoms over the 15 years or so I've been writing fanfic, but I've been writing for Supernatural in particular since around 2015. I wrote on platforms like Fanfiction.net, and later I moved over to Ao3.

I dabbled with Tumblr starting in 2021 while I was working on a Billy Butcher x OC story for the Boys (And So It Goes). But after watching the last season of SPN, I got the SPN bug again, so I started dipping back into the fandom.

But I wasn't really that active on Tumblr until January 2023, when I wrote my first soulmate AU series for Dean Winchester, called Never Say Goodbye (Dean x soulmate!Reader).

That started a very fun journey for me in the Tumblr world, engaging with people and making friends here with awesome people! 💕

Now, here are a few tips on what I've learned in building my following. You don't have to do exactly what I did. This is just my advice based on my personal experience here:

Tip #1: Learn How Tumblr Functions

Everything has been a process of trial and error. I have a professional background in content and social media marketing, so that knowledge has helped me a lot with some elements I'll get into later.

But it took me time to learn the Tumblr landscape. I had to figure out:

Why it's important to reblog -- not just your own work in replying to people's comments, but what you read and enjoy. It's what makes Tumblr go 'round.

The different mobile vs. desktop views and functions.

How to format my posts and use hashtags that would best optimize my fics and posts, based on the most followed tags in the fandom I was writing for.

How to create design elements, like banners, dividers, and headers that matched my aesthetic and the fandom.

Make sure my blog is easy to read, visually, and easy to navigate, technically (links to my masterlists, series masterlists, tag list, my fic library side blog, Patreon, etc.).

I'm still adjusting all these things now and then as I figure out new ways to keep readers engaged, and make my blog as easy to navigate as possible.

Tip #2: Create a Tag List

A tag list is a list of blog users that request to be tagged in your upcoming fics. (See this post on tips for formatting tag lists and optimizing hashtags on posts.)

Some authors don't do tag lists anymore because they find it a hassle (and it can be), but even if you're just starting out, advertise your tag list -- I suggest at the end of a fic and in your bio, your masterlist, and/or navigation page. It will get more eyes on your posts, and hopefully more engagement.

I used Google Forms to build up my tag lists because it's easy to use and it creates a Google spreadsheet for you based on the responses you get (an idea I got from another writer who was doing the same thing). You can also create more sheets within the file to organize the responses by character, for example.

On my tag list, I gave readers options to choose which character they wanted to be tagged on based on the fandoms I write for. I also created tag lists for new series to go with the series masterlist. Like I said above, I created spreadsheets for each of these lists within my tag list form master sheet.

Now, you don't have to do it exactly this way. There are many ways to keep track of a tag list.

Some people may think my approach is too much work, but this was very successful for me in building up my tag lists and increasing my following. Staying organized is key! 🤓✌🏽

I have since created a side blog @zepskieswrites for people to follow with notifications on, since my character tag lists are full.

Tip #3: Posting Schedules, Announcements & Sneak Previews

When my blog started to gain traction from my first SPN series, I knew I wanted to post consistently to keep people's interests. For me, this meant once a week (sometimes more if the mood strikes me), to keep that momentum going. YouTube vloggers do the same thing for this reason. They have a set posting schedule and give announcements.

You don't have to post once a week. You don't even have to have a set schedule. That's just what I did last year to increase engagement, but also because I love to write, I was getting inspired, and I made the time for it!

Remember that writing and sharing your work and being a part of the fandom on Tumblr is supposed to be fun! At the same time, what you get out of something depends on how much time you have to put into it.

Basically what I’m saying is, I’ve put a lot of time and energy into my writing and my blog, but only because it’s been very fun to do it! 😉

Now, going back to being consistent. It can help you! When people know they have content waiting for them by a certain timeframe, and they see that you stick to that deadline, they're more likely to tune in and engage with your work.

Of course, real life comes first, always, and things can derail you, but on the whole I make sure that I keep my word when I say I'm going to post something. Tumblr has a scheduling feature that allows you to schedule posts ahead of time, which I use on a daily basis. That can help you as well.

To try and generate buzz around new stories, I give writing updates or announcements, often with sneak previews, and the dates when I plan to drop the upcoming story. When I'm writing a series, on each chapter I give a preview of the next one, so I can try to keep people invested and waiting for the next chapter.

Tip #4: People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements)

A huge element of successful content and social media is visuals. The first thing people are often drawn to when they look at a web page, an ad, or any kind of digital content is the picture -- and any other visual elements. Then they look at the title/headline, followed by the rest of the story.

This is why I always lead with the title of the story/headline and a GIF or image at the top of the post for a story. Draw readers in with their eyes to the visual, and then the content. I now create my own design elements, including story headers.

When I got started here on Tumblr, I also took a closer look at how other popular blogs I admired were organizing their masterlists, formatting their stories with banners, dividers, tags/warnings, word count, creating tag lists, and more -- both to create their blog aesthetic and to make it easier for readers to enjoy their work on different levels -- the content itself, and the visual elements.

Shoutouts to some of those writers I looked to, who have a lovely blog aesthetic and organization: @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Form and function is a balance, and they should work together. For example, there are some design/post formatting elements that are getting popular now on Tumblr that I personally don't vibe with, because I think it takes away from the reader's experience.

Like making the entire post or story in small case. Readers that have trouble seeing small fonts won't want to read this.

or making everything in the story lower case. this just bothers me for grammatical reasons. guarantee i will be turned off from reading. 😂

Also, most people browse Tumblr on their phone rather than on desktop. (About 62% according to current Semrush statistics.) So certain things that are small in your desktop version will be even smaller on mobile.

If you have a custom blog design, some design elements may not transfer well visually on mobile vs. desktop, and vice versa. So you'll want to check both versions to see how it looks, and possibly make adjustments.

Now, this isn't to say you have to become a graphic designer if that's not your thing. There are plenty of people who share their lovely designs for free, as long as you make sure to credit them if you use one of their banners, dividers, etc. Check out @cafekitsune and @firefly-graphics, for example.

Some of them even take requests. Just make sure to check their bio to see if they state whether they're currently taking requests or not. (This also goes for writers on fic requests.)

Tip #5: Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

This is part of the fun when you start truly engaging with the fandoms you love.

Likes are cool. Comments are wonderful. Reblogs with comments are awesome, because not only do they get that engagement/feedback that they can reply to, but the reblog helps your fellow writers get seen. And while they aren't obligated to, they might be more inclined to do the same for you.

You'll also start to develop relationships within your fandom community. This is how I've made many friends and gained new readers on Tumblr -- by reblogging, sharing, commenting on what I liked about the fics I read. 💜

I try my best to support my fellow writers, no matter how new or how popular they are. Just because a writer has a bigger following, doesn't mean they appreciate feedback any less.

Feedback gives us writers energy and fuels us to write more. It can lead to more inspiration, and to continue the series you might be so invested in.

So if I took the time to read something, if I enjoyed it, I'm usually reblogging it and sharing my thoughts, even if it's just a gif or a couple of lines, or a long raving review. 💖

Tip #6: When I Do Get Engagement, I Reply to Comments and Reblogs

Along with supporting my fellow writers, engaging with the lovely people who read my work is just good fun! It's the best part of sharing my work on here and on Ao3. And it lets them know that you value and appreciate them for taking the time to comment and/or comment in a reblog. 💓💓💓

I hope these tips are helpful! Now, to answer your last question...

Do you think it usually takes as long as it did for you

[to build a following] for other people?

Interesting, but the truth is, I'm not sure. My knowledge of content and social media marketing has probably given me a leg up, I think, even though it took me a while to learn the Tumblrscape. I've also been writing fanfic for a long time. Long before I ever heard about Tumblr.

I've spent years studying literature, creative writing, and screenwriting, and putting it into practice. I've spent years writing for other voices besides my own, outside of the fanfic world. Like anyone else, I can only go by what I've learned, my own instincts, my frame of reference, and what I want to write about next.

Like anyone else, I can only hope that what I put out there vibes with people and touches them in some way, enough that they feel comfortable letting me know what they thought about it. 💜

In the meantime, I'll just keep getting inspiration from this guy (and other characters):

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msmimundo · 1 month ago

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Guys The Garfield show aint that bad once you squint and get used to it I prommy

#garfield #wish they had put more of rags and the kittys :(#time to make them my ocs ig #arlene #nermal #odie the dog #garfodie #still baffling to me that ship aint more popular #msmimundo #fanart

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ahrianee · 10 days ago

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[🪻]Lady Arlene

Creator : @meervalv0 (Arlene (Oc))

Here is my second gift, which I dedicate to Meer, I know it sounds very repetitive but seriously thank you very much for all the support I feel so happy here, it's been a long time since I found such a kind fandom.

There's not much more to say, because it would be repeating myself over and over again, but Arlene was very fun to draw, I got several references and saw that the dress changed a little so I used this version. (I'm sorry for Arlene's beautiful lashes, but in my style they get covered 🥲)

I hope you like it. I would have liked to upload both gifts at the same time, but I didn't have the time with work, especially since it was the weekend. But I hope you like it, and thank you very much. You are one of the few people I asked a little about Rena and it made me very happy

You know if you liked it you can leave a like, follow me and a reblog ✨💕

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k fanart #wh40k #digital aritst #my art #warhammer 40k oc #arlene 40k #I hope you like the gift #I LOVE HOW SHE LOOKS IN YOUR STYLE BUT IN MINE HER BEAUTIFUL EYELASHES ARE COVERED I AM SO SORRY

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meangreennunseen · 3 days ago

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My drunken ass accidentally messeged @meervalv0 but I used chance of awkward exchange to learn more about Arlene and Lion, so to compensate for wasting Meer's precious time, my now sobered up ass, made this for Arlene and Lion 💚.

Thank you for telling me about them!

#Post #My art #Arlene #lion el'jonson #Primarch #Warhammer 40k #Warhammer 40k oc #Again sorry for accidentally messaging you but than you for all the info about arlene and lion #Love them so much ��

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lanaluuart · 2 months ago

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Improving my Pavellan experience in DAV.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age veilguard #dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor #pavellan #oc Arlen

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new-austin · 8 months ago

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drew the gates of barovia for my PCs journal

#Curse of Strahd #Austinart #OC arlen

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flipppyflopp · 3 months ago

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“No sleeping in, not even on my birthday. There’s too much to get done to waste the day in bed.” 🎉✨

Happy birthday to my twst oc, Arlen Nox! I decided to do my spin on the new birthday card theme for Arlen even though they haven’t released a Diasomnia character yet, so Arlen might not match Silver and the others when they come out. Trey and Floyd were big inspirations for Arlen’s card from his to his pajamas. Specifically for his pajamas I wanted to incorporate Kingdom Hearts elements since Arlen’s main inspiration is Riku, so I tied in some dream eater references.

If you swipe you can see how Arlen spent part of his birthday as well as what presents he received from his friends. Below you can read Arlen’s birthday vignette written in a similar style to the new birthday vignettes, which guest stars the character voted as Arlen’s duo partner on Instagram…Silver! I hope you all enjoy and if you have any questions about Arlen, feel free to leave them in my inbox! ✨

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Arlen: Alright, I should be able to take these back to my room before track practice.

Arlen: Wait a second…who’s that lying on the ground up ahead? Are they hurt?

Arlen: Oh, it’s just Silver. I don’t have time to waste…but I hate to leave him in case he’s in a hurry to get somewhere too.

Arlen: Silver? Wake up, Silver. Now’s not the time to be napping. Silver! SILVER!

Silver: Huh? What? Oh, Arlen, it’s you.

Arlen: Yeah, sorry about yelling in your ear. You were sleeping pretty soundly.

Silver: Sorry for the trouble I caused. I appreciate you taking the time to wake me up.

Arlen: It’s fine. I was just on my way back from the post office and saw you laying there on the side of the path.

Silver: Post office? Not many students go there with all the technology available today.

Arlen: Unfortunately, I’m not the best with technology, so I go there quite frequently. Today, I was picking up a card my stepparents sent me.

Silver: A card? Were they congratulating you about your performance in the recent track meet?

Arlen: No, they sent me a birthday card.

Silver: Birthday? I’m terribly sorry if I missed it. Happy-

Arlen: Slow down, Silver, my birthday’s not until tomorrow.

Silver: Really? I apologize for getting ahead of myself.

Arlen: Quit apologizing, birthdays aren’t a big deal anyways. Just another day of the year.

Silver: Oh? Are you not a fan of big celebrations on your birthday?

Arlen: Not really? I don’t know, I just don’t understand the need to get so worked up about them. All you’re doing is getting older, what’s there to really celebrate?

Silver: Hmm. I suppose people just like to celebrate that you lived another year, uplifting your growth and the memories you made in that short span of time.

Arlen: Sounds about right, I guess. The best part’s getting to eat cake.

Silver: Really? I thought you weren’t a fan of sweets?

Arlen: Just ice cream, it’s way too sugary for my tastes. I enjoy cakes and pies just fine.

Silver: That explains Malleus’s initial reaction to you…

Arlen: Huh?

Silver: It’s nothing, just…hold on a moment, I just got a text from Sebek.

Silver: Oh no, I was asleep longer than I thought. I must be getting to the Equestrian Club. Farewell, Arlen!

Arlen: Bye, Silver.

Arlen: Guess I’d better hurry on myself. Chatting with Silver’s nice, but I can’t be late to practice or else I’ll have to run extra laps.

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Arlen: There’s nothing like a hot shower after practice.

Arlen: Speaking of practice, I need to write down my new personal best. Can’t believe I managed to shave off four seconds today. Maybe it’s some early birthday luck.

Arlen: The next track meet isn’t for another month, so I’ve got plenty of time to cut down more time off my personal best. I wish I could shave off some more time from our relay record, it could definitely use some improvement.

Arlen: Competing individually comes easier to me than competing as a group. When it’s just me, I only have to worry about myself. When I’m competing with others, I not only worry about myself, but I have to worry about the other guys as well. It’s a lot of trusting one another, which doesn’t come easily…especially in a school like Night Raven College.

Arlen: Luckily, Jack and Deuce handle their share of the relay just fine. Although, I wonder if by becoming closer it would shave off time for our relay….hmmm. Maybe I’ll treat them to dinner tomorrow after practice, they’d enjoy that.

*Bzzt*

Arlen: My phone? Who could that be? Oh, Soren wants to FaceTime. Sure for just a couple minutes.

Soren: ARLEN! What took you so long? It took you like three rings instead of two! What-

Arlen: Slow down, Soren. I just got back from showering after practice. I’m a bit sore today.

Soren: Oh, I see! Must be trying to beat my time from the track meet last week.

Arlen: Yeah right, you’re the one trying to catch up to me. Speaking of which, you’re going to have to work harder, I just shaved off four more seconds.

Soren: WAIT WHAT?! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! Kai won’t believe me when I tell him tomorrow.

Arlen: I could always send you a picture of my time as proof.

Soren: Ha ha, very funny. Laugh it up while you can, you’ll be eating my dust soon enough.

Arlen: As if.

Soren: Oh let me tell you what happened in class today! So I was sitting with Neige…

*Time Passes*

Soren: I couldn’t believe it when Chenya came out of alchemy lab with bright green hands.

Arlen: Well that’s what you get when you mix aloe and pixie dust.

*Knock*

Lilia: Arlen, it’s past lights out. Off to bed with you.

Arlen: My bad!

Arlen: Sorry, Soren, we’ll have to talk later.

Soren: That’s fine. But before you go, I’ve got one last thing to say to you.

Arlen: What?

Soren: Happy birthday, Arlen!

*Click*

Arlen: Huh? Is it really-

Arlen: We talked for that long!? So that’s why he kept flying through topics, just to get to midnight.

Arlen: Wait…

Arlen: Why was Lilia doing lights out checks so late!? What was he doing?!

Arlen: No use wasting time thinking about that. I’ve got to get to bed so I can get up early.

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Arlen: Time to start the day. It’s nice waking up early because the dorm bathroom is completely empty. Most people don’t get up at the crack of dawn like I do. Sometimes I run into Sebek or Malleus, which is quite the jump scare as Idia would say.

Arlen: Alright, quick shower then it’s time to head out.

Arlen: I don’t spend too much time on my appearance. Just combing my hair, brushing my teeth, the usual. No point spending extra time when it’ll just get messy from the wind later.

Arlen: Some guys go all out with makeup and hair products, but that’s just not my thing. Just some lotion will do just fine. Dry skin gets on my last nerve.

Arlen: Alright, next on my morning routine. Time to go get the feed from my room. I like being outside early, it’s a good way to clear my head. I feed the animals around the dorm while I’m at, might as well since I’m already out.

Arlen: I can see the birds waiting up in the rafters of the courtyard. They always wait up there, never getting close till I put the feed out…I hope they’ll grow to like me some day. Animals just don’t seem to like me, I get it though.

Arlen: Hmm?

Arlen: A little sparrow is hopping right in front of me? Want something to eat little guy?

Arlen: Huh? Another bird’s come down? A rabbit too? I haven’t even put down any food yet!?

???: Getting along with the animals, Arlen?

Arlen: Silver! That explains why the animals got closer than normal.

Silver: I’m sure they’re just finally coming around to you.

Arlen: As if.

Silver: You just gotta have more confidence in yourself. The animals can tell you’re nervous. Here.

Arlen: Huh? What are you doing with that bird? Silver, wait-

Silver: Just put your hand out like so and the bird will have a nice place to sit. Perfect.

Arlen: Silver, take it back before I hurt-

Silver: You’re fine, just breathe. See? It’s okay.

Arlen: …

Silver: Arlen? I’m sorry if I rushed you into-

Arlen: So what are you doing up so early? Doesn’t a sleepyhead like you snooze through the morning.

Silver: Usually, yes, but I had something important this morning.

Arlen: Really?

Silver: Arlen, happy birthday.

Arlen: Huh? Ha…ha ha ha!

Silver: What’s so funny?

Arlen: Something important? It’s just my birthday. You said that like it was the secret to saving the world from darkness or something.

Silver: It’s important to me. I wanted you to know your birthday mattered to me, so much so I wanted to be the first to say it.

Arlen: Really? That’s…really kind of you. Thank you, Silver.

Silver: You’re welcome, Arlen. I hope you don’t think that’s all I prepared, I also made some coffee cake in the kitchen for breakfast.

Arlen: Pulling out all the stops aren’t you.

Silver: Of course for a friend like you.

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artyandink · 8 months ago

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

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

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to @cafekitsune)

A/N - Inspired by Take Me Home by @zepskies

nine - sweet girl

NOW:

Soft, plush lips. Strong hands. Low groans.

Paperwork. So much… paperwork.

My pen lay forgotten on the desk, the door to his office closed and blinds drawn while Beau’s lips took my own hostage, staking his claim over and over again until he was sure that they were swollen and his, and he definitely wasn’t stopping after that, not when I was sitting on his lap with the danger of someone walking in. His calloused hand twisted strands of my hair around his fingers, his wrist adorned with an array of hair ties that he’d pulled from my braids every time he saw my hair done up in one.

“Gotta respect the shampoo and conditioner, darlin’, they’ve done work to make you look this gorgeous.” He’d rumble before nuzzling his nose against mine and capturing my lips in a sweet yet burning kiss.

His other hand rucked up the soft material of my Henley, pulling me back to the present but high up into the clouds of nine and possibly ten as his knee found its way between my legs, nudging them apart as he let out a low groan of pleasure at my fingers tugging on his silky hair.

But it wasn’t to get a sound out of him. As much as I loved his lips and the things they could do and the sinful sounds that came out of them, we had work.

“Beau.” I murmured against his lips, which chased mine at every opportunity.

“Mnh-mnh.” He hummed back as the pads of his fingers pressed into my side, his tongue teasing my bottom lip in a way that made me shiver.

Stay strong, Joyner. You haven’t caved to bullets. Don’t cave to a pair of lips-

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my pulse point.

Damn, they’re a weapon of mass destruction.

I cleared my throat, biting back a sigh as I lifted his head, making him meet green eyes with mine. “Paperwork.”

The word made him grunt softly in protest, his head jerking slightly to the side. “C’mon, I just got your gorgeous ass alone.” As if to punctuate his point, he squeezed it playfully. “Liv’s with Denise, it’s just us. We can have some fun, a lil’ somethin’-somethin’.”

“Here.” I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. “In your office. With the risk of someone walking in on us?”

Beau let out an indignant snort, giving me some puppy eyes. “I’m the damn sheriff. What’re they gonna do, hm? Look, darlin’, I’m willing to get on with all this hooey, but only if you let me hit that later.”

“Oh, fine.” I rolled my eyes with a small giggle, before I handed back his pen and picked up mine, beginning to fill out the form. “Y’know, I was thinking… I think it’s time that we tell Carla, Em and Liv. About, well, us.”

“If you’re comfortable with it, sure, we can slam the gas on it.” He hummed in agreement, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my stomach from underneath my Henley. “But if I’m bein’ honest? I think Em an’ Carla already know. Those two don’t miss a thing. Y’know, there was this one time, I was on my way to the bar to have a drink with my old team. Those two clocked me the moment they saw me. Told me I had my party hat on.”

“Your party hat’s pretty peacock-esque, hon.” I smiled, nudging his foot with my own.

“Peacock-eque?” He repeated with a low rumble of a laugh. “That one’s new. Very new. Anyway, Em, she loves you like anythin’. And Carla, she’s been giving me more cheery smiles, like a lil’ ray of sunshine.” He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to my cheek. “I’m presuming that she’s clocked us and she’s happy.”

“But, just to be safe-”

“I can break the news tonight, no problem.” Beau nodded, patting my stomach. He was full of these little assuring touches and kisses, almost if he was assuring himself that this was real.

I was still unsure of it myself.

“But I’m kinda thinking about what Liv will think.” He continued, his breath against my ear. “Her auntie, with a new guy, it’ll be a bit odd, dontcha think?”

“Liv’s a sweet girl.” I shrugged, looking back at him with a small smile. “And after that whole situation where you took care of her while my ass was getting beat? That earned some brownie points.”

“While I appreciated the boost in my XP, I still wanna kill those bastards for what they did to your pretty face.” He brushed some hair out of my eyes with a gentle look in his own. “Or at least give ‘em a lifer. I’m still a law-abiding sheriff, even if I wanna tear them apart, limb by limb, rip their hearts out, stomp on them and not give those guys a proper funeral beyond torching what’s left of them.”

“You sound like such a law abiding sheriff right now.” I drawled sarcastically, a small chuckle leaving my mouth.

Beau nodded, playing along with a throaty laugh. “Yeah, right? Totally innocent.”

“Totally.” I giggled, then leaned forward and kissed him. The purpose was for it to be short and sweet, but Beau couldn’t have that and held it for a bit longer, the pad of his thumb pressing into a spot on my neck in a way that he knew would make me let out a sound into his mouth, which he took in stride. But then my phone rang, which had him pulling away with a roll of his eyes.

“Awh, c’mon, damn phone.” He grumbled, but when I pecked his lips again, he seemed placated. I looked at who was calling me, finding that it was Cassie.

“Sorry, hon.” I sighed, picking up the call and not noticing that I sounded a little breathless. “Hey, Cass. What’s up?”

‘Hey, uh-’ I heard a pause on the other end, followed by a laugh, ‘am I interrupting something?’

“What?! No.” I scoffed, but she picked up on it immediately, snickering.

‘Oh, yeah, I did. Tell Beau I said hi, and no, I’m not telling Jenny.’

“Thanks, Cass.” I turned to Beau, putting Cassie on speaker. “Cassie says hi.”

“Hey, there, Boots.” Beau replied warmly, chuckling.

‘Hey. Anyway, you said that Liv told you she was with Denise.’ Cassie sounded concerned and slightly annoyed, which had Beau and I sharing a look.

“She did, yeah.” I nodded, pouting in thought. “Why?”

‘She’s… not.’ I perked up, my eyebrow raising. ‘She’s with Tom.’

I gasped, outrage filling me. How dare she? Do I even know my own niece anymore? “She’s what?!”

‘I’m as surprised as you are. Just wanted to let you know. They’re in that cafe Tom works at. And they’re pretty cozy.’

My face set, and I let out a huff of breath, rubbing a hand over my face. “Thanks, Cass. I’ll talk to her. Bye.”

‘No problem. Bye.’

I cut the call, and Beau’s hand squeezed my shoulder, sensing my irritation. “Can you be there?” I asked quietly. “I need something to stop me from yelling.”

“Course, darlin’.” He rumbled, kissing my temple. “I can be there.”

Olivia had a big smile on her face as she came home, and it almost broke my heart to know that I had to ruin her fun. But she defied my direct order, and I wanted to know why my baby girl did it. I wasn’t mad, just disappointed.

“Hey, aunt Isa.” She smiled docilely, and it almost made me believe she was innocent. Then her eyes flitted to Beau, and she seemed sort of… I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Hey, Beau.”

“Sugar.” Beau replied curtly, then nodded to me. “Go ‘head, darlin’.”

“Olivia Barlowe, do you wanna tell me exactly why you were spotted today with Tom?” I frowned, folding my arms. “When I explicitly told you not to?”

The question stopped her in her tracks, and she swallowed heavily. “Aunt Isa-”

“Save it.” My fingers drummed on the table, my eyes boring into hers as I fought back the urge to yell, anger only quenched by Beau’s hand on my back rubbing soothing circles. Trying to keep me grounded and miserably failing, though I’d never say that to Beau. Not when he was trying so hard to be an uncle to Olivia and a boyfriend to me despite my growing distance from him due to the case. “Someone found you in a restaurant with Tom, I only wanna hear an explanation, no ‘aunt Isa’s and flat out excuses.”

“I’m not the only one who has to explain themselves.” Olivia scoffed lightly, which had me raising an eyebrow. “You’d rather make out with your boss than spend some time with me-”

“OLIVIA!” My fist came down on the slab, making a thudding sound and startling her. The first time I’d yelled at her; the first time I’d lost control, and it didn’t feel great, but I couldn’t stop shouting. I couldn’t stop taking all of my frustrations out in this moment. “Do you have a goddamn right to talk to me like that?! Do you? Huh? Cause the way I see it, I’ve taken care of you since you were nine, and not to be that caretaker, but I will be- is this how you repay me?”

Damn. Damn, what was I doing?

Olivia remained silent while I continued, words - vexated, irate words - spilled from my mouth. “You weren’t meant to step near Tom, not with a ten foot pole. Not after his adopted father tried to force himself on me. I don’t care whether he’s adopted or not, he’s still Harry’s son. His family, and I don’t want you near that. I can let you near Rhea, she understood the situation, but Tom I can’t control. I thought your father was meant to explain that to you.” I swept my hand over my mouth, clearing my throat and lowering my voice. “It’s for your benefit.”

Olivia looked pale, horrified and confused- as if she had no previous idea of what I’d told her before she ran to her room, but I made no move to stop her.

She needed that space.

Even if her confused expression irked my gut.

“That was the first time I’ve yelled at her.” I whispered, and Beau drew me into his arms, rocking me from side to side with comforting kisses to where he could reach.

“You’re doin’ what you can, Belle.” He murmured, tilting my face up to kiss my lips briefly. “And you can love who you wanna. You’ve had a rough go of it, and you deserve that luxury, eh?”

I nodded against his chest, hearing his heartbeat and somehow feeling at peace. A small smile stretched on my lips, finally home. Home in Beau’s arms, after so long of struggling, giving up and struggling again. At least something made me happy.

Something made all this worth it.

“Alright, we’ve tried a lot of passcodes so far, and there was no incriminating non-witness-based evidence against Mark Leeds, so we had to let him go.” Mo announced, which had Jenny, Cassie, Beau and I groaning and rubbing our faces.

“At this point, it’ll take weeks before we crack the passcode.” Jenny sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. I stared off into space, feeling like I’d failed Lucy. Otherwise I’d have put my brain into use and cracked this whole shebang. Yet I hadn’t, so I’d also failed my badge.

Tackling a gang member and having my wound split open was for nothing.

That hit and run six years ago was for nothing.

Sacrificing my relationship with Olivia was for nothing.

All of it… amounted to nothing.

I was having the worst kind of tears. The ones that burned your eyes and felt like they were there but weren’t. And you’d silently struggle, while the others around you didn’t feel half your pain. That was the kind I was having.

I let out a sharp breath, standing up and dusting off my hands. “Ah, well, I guess I’ll send Mark off. Offer an apology for being so damn rude in the interrogation room.”

“Sure you don’t want someone to come with you?” Beau asked, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles before kissing it.

“I’m fine.”

“Guys, you’re making me feel single.” Jenny giggled, giving us both an amused look that had me running the hand that Beau had held through my hair.

“Jesus, I have a boyfriend and even he’s not as affectionate.” Cassie snorted, referencing Cormac. I’d retaliate by referencing the office make out session, but then she’d expose mine and I didn’t want that, so I just responded with a bashful smile and an exiting of the room, briskly strolling over to where Mark’s handcuffs were being unlocked, what was once stubble now slightly beard-ish, but he couldn’t pull it off. Beau probably could. Then again, I might be biased.

“Markham.” I sighed, not knowing how to take this situation. With relief since it was most likely that he wasn’t Lucy’s killer as there was no evidence, or horrified that he was incredibly good at hiding evidence.

“Isabelle.” He replied with equally of an exhausted tone, but he did something that confused me immensely. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it with a smile. “You find her killer. I miss my Luce, and if anyone’s gonna find that bastard, it’s Elle Joyner.”

I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Y-Yeah. I’ll try.” Then Mark walked out, and even though he had faith in me, I didn’t.

Hell, how could I have faith in me when all I’ve drawn is blanks?

I was working late hours at the station, putting in all the possible combinations of a six digit number one after one just to keep the work going and reach a conclusion faster because goddamn I needed a win. Olivia was with Dean in my house for the night, and I trusted her with him.

“134768,” I muttered, rattling off more numbers and crossing them off on the big-ass sheet.

“M’going home, Deputy Joyner.” One of the other deputies announced, which almost broke my resolve and had me up, leaving and never coming back cause I was going insane.

“Night, Deputy Yates.” I sighed, rubbing my eyes before continuing with the input of numbers.

On and on.

Never ending.

Goddamn, I hated this. Really hated this.

I had the fiftieth sip of coffee, letting the hot liquid rejuvenate my words and somehow my brain cells as I glanced at the time. 9:57pm.

Wait. I sat up in my seat. I’ve got it.

I remembered the tattoo Lucy had on her wrist. It was right there- how did I not see the connection before? I waited for the lock screen to stop telling me to ‘wait a minute’ because there were too many password tries and then entered the code.

0-4-5-1-1-4

Phone Unlocked.

I let out a breath of relief, running a hand through my hair as I went through Lucy’s camera roll first in case she’d gotten a video of the killer the night she died. But there was just one video, that wasn’t of the night she died. She was teaching Olivia a code.

‘It’s my favourite way to code messages. Simple and easy to decipher.’ Lucy smiled in the video, kissing Olivia’s hair, then turned to the camera. ‘I hope you’re getting this, Elle.’

‘I’m getting it!’ My indignant voice came from behind the camera and a piece of me melted. I was there that day.

‘Ok, so you write out the alphabet. Then you write down the numbers from one to twenty six under the alphabet, because that’s how many letters there are. So ‘a’ would be one and ‘z’ would be twenty six. Let’s spell out our names in this code. Y’know, I sometimes talk to your auntie in this code.’

There was an indignant scoff from behind the camera. ‘No you don’t-’

‘Shh, keep the magic.’ Lucy put a finger to her lips, but I instantly knew what she meant. This was a week before she died.

I wrote out the code 045114 on a piece of paper. Then I matched the letter to the number, and instantly my pen dropped, eyes widened and all the breath left my lungs.

D-E-A-N.

Dean.

Dean Barlowe.

I grabbed my keys and my jacket, putting it on and sprinting to my car, dialling Olivia with shaky fingers as I started the car and drove at the speed limit to my house, getting nothing but voicemail. I slammed the wheel, letting out a strangled cry before quickly shooting a voicemail to Beau, Jenny and Cassie.

“They brought my baby into this.” I whispered, feeling ready to break down. They brought Olivia into this. “This is my fight.” Why did they need to touch her? “Why’d they bring my baby girl in the middle of all this crap?” I quickly pulled up at my house, sprinting up the steps to find a wide open door, my blood running cold as I pulled out my gun.

Beau, Jenny and Cassie arrived, also armed with guns that they flicked the safety off of and put up just as Beau gestured for me to take the lead.

“Sheriff’s Department!” I yelled, stalking inside, but when I found a house that was empty with signs of a struggle, chairs overturned and the kitchen counter splattered with blood, my knees buckled, drums playing at fortissimo in my head as my gun clattered to the floor as well, my hands raising to grip my head right as Beau knelt beside me, drawing me into his chest as I drew rasping breaths.

Hot tears spilling down my cheeks.

“We’ll find her.” He assured, trying desperately to wipe away my tears, but they kept on coming.

“My baby.” I sobbed, the sound racking, gut-wrenching, making my throat hoarse but I didn’t give a damn.

Jenny and Cassie came from sweeping the house, the former giving me news I didn’t want to hear. “She’s not here.”

“MY BABY!”

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I doodled more Arlen today. I know I keep editing his design, but I was trying to find something that FIT him. He's got a tail like his papa, and he's got extra fluffs on him.

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Second Chances – Part Three of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader

Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock.

Word Count: 2,874

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, mentions police work, toddlers/children and parenting

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader!

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Chapter Three: Heads Over Heels

The Big Sky farmer’s market was alive with energy. The gravel paths bustled with people weaving between colorful stalls, each one brimming with local treasures. Stacks of ripe peaches and apples spilled over wooden crates, their sweet aroma mingling with the buttery scent of fresh kettle corn. Laughter and cheerful haggling floated through the crisp morning air, underscored by the bleating of goats from the small petting zoo at the market’s edge.

Y/N knelt by the goat pen, her face warm with laughter as she tried to manage her daughter, Eliza. The toddler, one hand clutching the wooden rail and the other outstretched, was fully engrossed in her mission to meet the goats. Her little voice rang out, clear and determined.

“Goat! Maaa!” she declared, her chubby fingers pointing insistently.

Y/N adjusted her balance, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she chuckled softly. “Yes, Eliza, goats,” she said with exaggerated patience, her eyes dancing as she reached out to steady her daughter.

Across the market, Beau froze mid-step. He’d been wandering aimlessly, ostensibly in search of honey and fresh bread, though his real reason for being there wasn’t to shop, but to be visible. After their calamitous first date, he hadn’t been sure how or when he’d see Y/N again. Yet, there she was, the morning sun catching in her hair, her laughter light but steady as she tried to keep up with Eliza’s boundless energy.

Beau hesitated. His memories of their last meeting were a mix of missteps and unguarded moments: the flat tire, scraped knuckles, oil smudges, and terrible food at the ill-fated restaurant. Still, the way the evening had ended—two kisses, simple but perfect—kept playing in his mind. Something about her had stayed with him, tugging at the edges of his thoughts long after they’d parted.

Adjusting his hat, Beau took a deep breath and headed toward them, his boots crunching softly against the gravel path. As he neared, he couldn’t help but grin at Eliza, her focus so intense that it seemed the rest of the world barely existed.

“Looks like someone’s already makin’ friends,” he said, his voice warm and teasing as he came to a stop near the fence.

Y/N startled slightly, her gaze snapping to him. For a fleeting moment, her eyes betrayed her surprise, but she quickly schooled her features into a polite, cautious smile. “Beau. Hi.” She stood, brushing her hands on her jeans, and looked at him with a mix of guarded curiosity and something softer she wasn’t quite ready to name.

Eliza turned at the sound of his voice, her wide eyes locking on him. She tilted her head, studying him with the serious intensity only a toddler could muster. Then, her gaze dropped to his badge, shiny and bright against the muted tones of his shirt. She pointed, her little finger unwavering.

“Goat?” she asked with an air of authority.

Beau crouched beside her, chuckling low in his throat. “Not quite, darlin’. But I can do a pretty good impression if it helps.” Clearing his throat dramatically, he leaned in and let out an exaggerated bleat. “Maaa!”

Eliza erupted into giggles, her tiny hands clapping together with unrestrained joy. “Maaa!” she echoed, her laughter pure and infectious.

Y/N’s lips twitched as she watched them, and despite herself, she couldn’t suppress a small smile. “She remembers you,” she said softly. Her voice carried warmth, but there was an edge of caution beneath it.

“She’s unforgettable,” Beau replied, his grin widening as he glanced up at Y/N. His green eyes met hers briefly, and something unspoken passed between them.

Meanwhile, Eliza, unfazed by the adult undercurrents, began climbing the fence with surprising determination. Beau instinctively reached out, his large hands steadying her before she could topple. “Whoa there, wolf-child,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “Thinkin’ about joinin’ the goats?”

“Goat!” Eliza insisted, wriggling in his grip as though she could make her way into the pen by sheer willpower.

“All right, let’s get you a closer look,” Beau said, lifting her into his arms with ease. He shifted her so she could balance against his chest, her tiny hands gripping his shirt for support.

Y/N started to protest, her hand half-raised. “You don’t have to—”

“I got her,” Beau interrupted gently, his voice low and steady. He glanced at her, his expression calm but resolute. “Take a breather. I don’t mind.”

Y/N hesitated, then let her hand drop, her shoulders relaxing as she watched him carry Eliza closer to the fence. Her daughter, who usually squirmed and fussed when held for too long, seemed content in Beau’s arms. It was a rare moment of stillness.

Beau crouched again, holding Eliza securely as she reached out toward the goats. One of the smaller ones, curious and friendly, approached, sniffing at her tiny fingers before giving them a gentle nuzzle. Eliza squealed with delight, her giggles rising again as she patted the goat’s rough fur.

“Soft!” she declared triumphantly, turning to Beau with wide, sparkling eyes as though to ensure he was as amazed as she was.

“Soft,” Beau echoed, his grin spreading. “You’ve got a good touch, kiddo. These goats hit the jackpot with you around.”

Y/N leaned against the fence, her arms loosely crossed. She watched them with an expression that was harder to read now, a mix of quiet awe and cautious hope. “She’s usually a tornado around animals. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this calm.”

Beau glanced at her over Eliza’s head, his green eyes warm and steady. “Maybe she just needed the right goat,” he said lightly, though his tone suggested he wasn’t just talking about the animals.

“Or the right company,” Y/N replied softly, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment, the bustling market seemed to fade. The sounds of laughter, bleating goats, and vendor chatter softened into the background as an unspoken connection passed between them.

Eliza, blissfully unaware of the adults’ silent exchange, tugged on Beau’s badge. “Shiny!” she announced, her fascination unwavering.

Beau chuckled, gently shifting her back into Y/N’s arms. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, a fleeting touch that sent a spark through both of them. He stepped back, adjusting his hat as he grinned at Eliza. “She’s got good taste. And not just in goats.”

Y/N’s laugh came unexpectedly, light and genuine. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

“Only when it counts,” Beau replied, tipping his hat. “And for the record, that first date wasn’t all bad. Not the way it ended, anyway.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed faintly, and she gave him a teasing look. “Amazing what a good kiss can salvage.”

“Two good kisses,” Beau corrected, a glint of humor in his eyes.

Before Y/N could respond, Eliza wriggled in her arms, pointing back at the goats. “More!” she demanded.

Beau stepped back with a warm smile. “I’ll let you two get back to your goat adventures. But I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said, her tone light and teasing but not dismissive. “If you’re lucky.”

Beau tipped his hat one last time, his heart feeling lighter as he walked away. As he disappeared into the crowd, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this story—disastrous first date and all—was far from over.

God, he was lucky. She was sweet, beautiful, and that kid—god, that little toddler was a killer. As he browsed around the farmer’s market, he kept seeing her around. It seemed Y/N knew several of the vendors, as he caught her chatting and laughing with them. Every time he heard her laugh, he wanted to veer around and grab her for another kiss.

He’d never felt like this for someone before. Not since… not since Carla. Losing his ex-wife still stung. He knew now where he erred in the marriage. The shooting of his partner, that loss, that awful moment, shattered everything. He couldn’t reach out to Carla; she couldn’t reach him. It dissolved the marriage and only after did he realize where he went wrong.

Eventually he found them back at the goat pen. Evidently, the wolf-child Eliza was very, very determined to befriend them, perhaps convince her mother to buy one. It made him smile, watching them.

“She really likes ‘em, don’t she?” Beau asked, wandering back over to them.

Y/N smiled, a bit guarded. “She does. You’re still here,” she said, as though uncertain as to why he stayed around. She was unaware of his true mission around the farmer’s market—which was, he’d been asked to play security while behaving as a visitor.

“Figured I’d stock up on some honey and bread. Never know when you’ll need ‘em,” he said lightly. He didn’t want to be overheard telling her the true reason. He wanted the thief, whoever they were, to be discouraged by his interest in the market.

“And here I thought you might be searching for goats to deputize,” she teased, her tone light but guarded.

Beau chuckled, his gaze flicking to Eliza, who was staring at him with wide, curious eyes. “What about you, darlin’? You keepin’ your mom on her toes?”

“Goat!” Eliza announced with authority, pointing at Beau as though he might transform into one. Were she more determined, he would not have been surprised if he did shapeshift.

“Not quite, sweetheart,” Beau said, tipping his hat to her. “But I can take ya to see the real ones again if your mom’s okay with it.”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Beau interrupted gently. His green eyes met hers, steady and earnest. “Let me.”

Something in his tone made her relent. “All right. But if she tries to ride one, you’re on your own.”

“That’s a deal I’ll take,” Beau said with a wink, making Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

He extended his arms, and to Y/N’s astonishment, Eliza immediately leaned toward him, her tiny hands grasping at his shirt. Y/N’s breath caught as their fingers brushed during the exchange, the brief touch sending a jolt of warmth through her.

Beau carried Eliza with ease, his low chuckles blending with her delighted squeals as they approached the goat pen. Y/N trailed behind, watching as Beau crouched beside the fence, holding Eliza securely while she reached out to pet a curious goat. The scene was so natural, so easy, it made her chest ache in a way she couldn’t quite name.

“You’ve got a way with her,” Y/N said softly, leaning on the fence beside him.

Beau glanced up at her, his expression warm. “She’s a good kid. Takes after her mom, I reckon.”

Y/N looked away, her cheeks flushing at the compliment. “Careful, Beau. I might start thinking you’re trying to win us both over.”

“Is it workin’?” he asked, his tone teasing but underpinned with genuine curiosity.

Their eyes met, the bustling market fading into the background. Y/N’s lips parted as if to respond, but the words seemed to catch in her throat. It wasn’t just the playful banter or Beau’s easy charm—it was the sincerity in his gaze, the way he held Eliza with such care, as though she was already part of his world.

Before she could answer, Eliza wriggled in Beau’s arms, her tiny fingers tugging at his badge. “Shiny!” she declared. She seemed obsessed with the badge, unable to stop focusing on it regardless of the fact she’d seen it before.

“Shiny, huh?” Beau said with a grin, adjusting her in his arms. “Guess I better keep it polished if I want to impress.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and genuine, and for a moment, the tension between them softened into something warm and promising. As Beau handed Eliza back to her, their fingers brushed again, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“I’ll let you ladies get back to your shopping,” Beau said, tipping his hat. “It was nice to see you again, Y/N. Wolf-child,” he added, lightly touching Eliza’s cheek.

“It was,” Y/N replied, her voice soft but tinged with a smile.

As he walked away, Beau couldn’t help but glance back, catching Y/N watching him with an expression that made his heart race. It wasn’t a promise, not yet—but it was enough to make him believe there was something worth waiting for.

The day at the farmer’s market wound down, the once-bustling stalls now quieter as vendors packed up their wares. The air carried a golden warmth, and the earlier chaos of the market softened into a tranquil buzz. Y/N balanced a bag of fresh produce in one hand, Eliza on her hip, and another bag dangling precariously from her wrist. Her hair, which had started the day neatly pinned back, was now loosened into soft waves from the gentle breeze and her attempts to keep up with her toddler.

“Goat! Maaa!” Eliza chirped again, pointing back toward the pen, her energy unrelenting despite the late hour.

“Sweetheart, we’ve already said goodbye to the goats,” Y/N said, adjusting her grip on the wriggling child. “And Mommy is out of hands right now.”

As if summoned by fate—or perhaps a touch of divine intervention—Beau appeared, his tall frame and easy smile a welcome sight. He approached with an amused glint in his green eyes, his boots crunching softly against the gravel.

“Looks like you could use a hand,” he drawled, tipping his hat slightly.

Y/N exhaled a laugh, part relief, part exasperation. “I hate to admit it, but yeah. It’s been a long day, and this one’s got more energy than the rest of us combined.”

Beau reached out, his hand brushing hers as he gently took the bag from her wrist. “Here. Let me lighten the load.”

The touch lingered just a moment too long, and Y/N felt her pulse quicken. She glanced at him, her lips parting slightly as if to respond, but the words stayed lodged in her throat.

“Darlin’, I think you’ve got too much pride to ask, but I’m offering,” Beau said softly, his voice carrying a low, intimate warmth. “Let me help.”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Thank you,” she murmured, shifting Eliza into a more comfortable position.

Beau took the remaining bag from her, easily managing both as they walked toward her car. The gravel path was quiet now, their footsteps and Eliza’s soft babbling the only sounds. When they reached the car, Y/N set Eliza down momentarily, letting the toddler cling to her leg as she opened the trunk.

“Here we go,” Beau said, placing the bags gently inside. “All set.”

Y/N straightened, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face as she turned to him. “You’re a lifesaver. I don’t think I’d have made it without dropping something—or someone.”

Beau grinned, his gaze steady and a touch more intense now. “It’s what I do, darlin’. Always happy to help.”

The tension between them thickened, the air seeming to hum with unspoken words. Y/N’s heart thudded in her chest as she looked up at him, the late afternoon sunlight catching the angles of his face. Her breath hitched slightly when she noticed how his gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there.

“Beau…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N,” he said, stepping closer, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was warm, his fingers grazing her cheek as his green eyes locked onto hers. “May I?”

The question was unnecessary. She tilted her head up in answer, and in the next breath, his lips were on hers. The kiss started soft, exploratory, but quickly deepened, heat sparking between them like a struck match. Beau’s hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer as her arms instinctively came up to rest on his chest.

The world around them seemed to fade—the distant chatter of the market, the rustle of the trees. All that mattered was the warmth of his lips, the way his hand splayed against her back, anchoring her to him. Y/N’s fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her body leaning into his as though drawn by gravity.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder, their foreheads resting together. Y/N felt lightheaded, her cheeks flushed, her lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss.

Beau smiled, his voice low and rough. “Darlin’, I think I owe you another date. A proper one this time.”

Y/N laughed softly, her hand still resting against his chest. “You sure you’re ready for another disaster?”

He chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “If it ends like this, I’ll take all the disasters you’ve got.”

She smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. “All right, Beau. You’ve got yourself another chance.”

“Count on it,” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of a promise as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

As Beau helped settle Eliza into her car seat and waved them off, Y/N couldn’t stop the small, hopeful smile that lingered on her lips. Maybe, just maybe, second chances weren’t so bad after all.

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