#beau arlen thoughts

[zepskies]

Ooooh I have a few questions for you to keep the ball rolling! 💚

Would reader and Beau from TMH ever get married? Have a kid?

How would BMD Ben react to their daughter (as a teen/young adult) dating a guy he sees right through as an asshole/maybe a bit like Ben used to be? Would Ben ever tell his kids who/how he used to be when they grew up?

Ooh thanks, Michelle!! 💚💚💚

These are great questions, wow...

Take Me Home (Beau Arlen x Reader):

Would the reader and Beau get married? Have kids?

Oh hell yeah, they definitely would get married! In Echoes, the last one-shot I've written for them, they've just moved in together. I think at that point, she and Beau would be thinking about marriage in the future, but maybe they wouldn't talk about it with each other right away. 😂

We know how Beau is about sharing his feelings, and the reader, being burned before on an engagement and the idea of marriage, knows she loves him but would be hesitant to make that leap...

Until Beau talks to Emily about it. His daughter is more and more becoming his sounding board, since she was so supportive of their relationship from the beginning. Emily would encourage him to get remarried if that makes him happy.

Emily: You're already living together. Doesn't that mean you want to be with her for the long haul?

Beau: Well...yeah. That's just about what it means.

Emily: Then what's the problem?

He can't exactly argue with that logic. 😂 I think he'd be so excited to propose, that he wouldn't even think about the "more kids" conversation until after they're engaged. The reader would think about it first, I think, wondering if he would ever want more kids someday. And if so, is that something she wants too?

Once they actually got around to sitting down and having that honest conversation, I think both of them would be open to it in a "if it happens, it happens" sort of way. Beau would have concerns about being an "older dad," 😂 but in comforting him and reassuring him that he'd do great, because he's already a great dad...it would make the reader realize that she does want kids, and she wants them with Beau. ❤️

(Hell, maybe I'll end up writing that in the future!)

Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader):

How would BMD Ben react to their daughter (as a teen/young adult) dating a guy he sees right through as an asshole/maybe a bit like Ben used to be? Would Ben ever tell his kids who/how he used to be when they grew up?

Ooh, I have an ask that I plan to answer tomorrow that covers how Ben reacts to Lila having a boyfriend or girlfriend, but your question here is even more specific! Love it!

I think if he clocked the "asshole" in Lila's new boyfriend, Ben would call him out immediately. He would try to ban her from seeing him. And when that didn't work, he would 100% threaten the guy off without her knowing.

Ben would have to try to (badly) explain to her why he doesn't trust the guy, and why he's a skeevy little bastard.

Lila: Dad, you don't even know him!

Ben: Oh, I know him. Sweetheart, I know 'em all, better than the back of my goddamn hand. He's a fucking scumbag, and you're more than too good for him. Trust me.

Lila: What do you mean?

Ben would hesitate. He wouldn't want to explain to his daughter that he knows how that asshole's mind works because he used to be exactly like that, before he met her mother.

He probably wouldn't ever want to explain it to his daughter in his own words. Likely she'd have to piece it together from stories she hears about her dad from her mom, and/or her honorary aunts and uncles (like Butcher, Hughie, Loco, and Frenchie).

With his future son, Ben will probably have more "man-to-man" real talks about how he used to get women under the realm of "dad advice." 😅 When the boy got older, Ben would admit to him that he did use to fuck around. (Putting it mildly.)

Ben: I mean, if there was an Oscar for laying it the fuck down, I would’ve taken that shit year after year. Would’ve beat out Burt Reynolds by a fucking landslide.

Son: *grossed out but still confused* Who's Burt Reynolds?

Lmao. 😆

Thank you again for these questions, friend! 💕

[jackles010378]

Seriously, giving me all the thoughts 🫦 🔥 🔥 🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥

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[roennq]

Interesting coincidences

Both Big Sky (Season 3) and the reboot series, Walker, have a character who is a charming good ol' boy from Texas (scruff and all), who happens to be in law enforcement:

And a Hoyt: Girl Hoyt Boy Hoyt

So each time Dean Beau mentions his (yet to be seen) brother, I can't help but imagine how perfect it would be if a Sam Cordell-ish character popped up in an episode somewhere as the above-mentioned (sounds-like-trouble) brother?

Right?!

[k2ntoss]

save me sheriff beau arlen, sheriff beau arlen save meeeee

being partners was one thing, solving cases and talking on the station was okay and beau was nice, friendly and funny, nothing to really worry about besides the small crush you started to develop (which is totally understandable, we all know it), it's just a small crush until one evening before leaving the station you decide to go by his office, you know that maybe it's not the right moment as he's reading the files for an important case but you just want to say good bye and make sure he's fine so you just open the door

he is indeed busy, eyes focused on the files on his hands until you clear your throat and maybe, just maybe, that little crush isn't a little crush anymore; he looks up at you, expression stern and eyes tired but firm, is he mad? is he stressed? you have no idea, at this point everything your mind manages to think is how badly you want him to bend you over his desk to fuck you senseless, help him find relief from his stress and maybe also making you realize he is nothing else than you partner but let's be honest, as soon as he raises an eyebrow in your direction you know that you're neck deep fucked "need something?" he asks simply, he probably knows what's been on your mind lately as you only stare at him, with lips slightly parted until his eyes shift to your mouth and you do notice "uh, no... just came by to say goodbye-" you will mutter but you'll go silent when he stands up, leaving the files on his desk and crossing his arms over his shoulder "so you are leaving without helping?" and no, helping does not mean you reading the files with him, it means sitting pretty on his lap, with him buried deep inside of you and not allowed to move until he's done with work, no matter how whiny and needy you are it wouldn't be fair to distract him

(fucking lord, i can't do this anymore i NEED HIM, IM CHEWING THE BARS OF MY CELL)

[purpledaisiesthings]

These guys could have been such a HOT couple. Like seriously, are you kidding me.

I mean, aside from them being a good-looking pair, I did see and feel more chemistry (romantic and friendship) from those two right from their first interaction last season. They play off each other so well. So much potential. Just saying 😌 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jenny/Beau just felt too forced and predictable. Lol, I actually love predictable, especially if it makes sense. But it shouldn't feel forced. And that's how it felt with them. Like I expected the writing to go the Jenny/Beau route, but it felt like it didn't fully land where it was mean to. I even felt more chemistry with him and his ex-wife than with Jenny. I don't know, I just wasn't feeling it.

At least there wasn't a love triangle with the leads. That would have annoyed the shit outta me. But it did feel like they were goading a Cassie/Beau thing in the beginning with some of the little comments here and there.

And because I knew they were going the Jenny/Beau route, it got to a point where I was audibly talking to myself and pretending I was talking to the writers/Beau "Are you sure you like Jenny and not Cassie?" Lol 😄 I got more of "Jenny might be into him" vibes but not from his end.

I would have liked Beau and Cassie, but then I also really like Cassie and Cormac 😄. She has chemistry with both. Her and Cormac are really cute though. I loved all their adorable flirting. I was so happy Cormac didn't turn out to be a bad guy or die at the end. Cassie has been through so much. Didn't want her to hurt again 😔

[charred-angelwings]

my resident, while i'm putting her to bed: so is your sheriff boyfriend on tv tonight?

me: YES HE IS JUDY THANK YOU FOR ASKING

[hotpeoplesimp1]

Beau Arlen Imagine

Beau Arlen, sheriff of Big Sky, from Texas, intimidating, tall, strong, dating plus sized, anxious, insecure, ADHD, bookshop/florist/artist/music teacher/baker, gf…. I just think that’d be like the most adorable thing.

Like she’d get all nervous at police parties and banquets, like “do I look good”, “do you think they’ll like me”, and he immediately just assures her. “You’re absolutely gorgeous”, “anyone who doesn’t like you is crazy”.

And she’ll make him cute little crocheted or knitted things, or a painting, or just something from her hyper fixation/hobby. She doesn’t know if he’ll like, maybe he’ll think it’s stupid, but he finds it adorable and puts it in his office immediately.

Or maybe she hyper fixates on like mysteries and history, or dark facts, or just knows that kind of stuff in general because she likes random facts. So he’ll be going over a case with an officer or detective, or deputy, and she drops by to drop off lunch, like she does everyday. And she just overhears and says some dark or weird fact that she probably shouldn’t, and the other person is like “what the fuck”, but Beau doesn’t even flinch, completely used to it. Or says “thanks, darlin” because it could be something useful, and if it’s not, he’ll say “really?” Just so she doesn’t feel like she shouldn’t have said anything or gets uncomfortable. And he’ll just go to her because she’s like a little encyclopedia of random facts. But of course it freaks him out the first couple times cuz here’s this adorable, soft, anxious, hyper, little ladybug (a possible nickname for her), and she just spits out some shit like “if you crunch up glass and put a tbsp in someone’s drink, it’ll kill them within a week or two depending on how big they are, and it won’t leave a trace” because they couldn’t figure out how this guy died and she just spit out a theory to try to be helpful while she was dropping off lunch.

He’ll love cuddling up to her because she’s so soft. Like thick thighs? He’s always got a hand on them, and if you’re lying on the couch or in bed, he’ll rest his body between them and lay his head on her soft stomach, or breasts. Stretch marks? He’ll trace them, either with his fingers ansentmindedly, or with his tongue if it’s spicy time. And he practically purrs when she runs her fingertips through his hair. And she’ll give him shoulder massages after a rough day at work. And of course he rubs her bag and massages her thighs because she gets sore from all that extra “personal pillow”. It takes a bit to get used to just how affectionate and considerate she is, but once he does, he’s just a big teddy bear. And he both loves and hates how affectionate she is, because it’s not just with him. She’ll bake cookies for the whole squad, or do favours, and chats with people she knows, or if they talk to her first. Just smiling brightly all the time and giving them her attention. He thinks it’s adorable how sweet and considerate she is, but he can’t help but get a little jealous if he thinks she’s giving someone too much attention. Or if someone’s flirting with her but she doesn’t realize, he’ll get jealous. Either just glaring at the other person silently, never her because he knows she doesn’t know, and that she’s never do it on purpose, though he didn’t at first and they talked about it. Or he’ll stop what he’s doing and walk over, wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her into his side, and find someway to integrate himself into the conversation, or make up some excuse and pull her away.

He’d pick up on her anxiety triggers and signs so quickly because of how observant he is. Making sure she has something to fidget with, and if not, he’ll let her play with his fingers, or just hold his hand. And if they’re at a party and it’s too much for her and she’s getting too anxious, he decides they should leave. Even if she insists it’s fine, that she doesn’t want to ruin his fun, he doesn’t let her. He’ll tell her stuff like “I’ll have a lot more fun at home with you”, or “I’m not having that much fun anyway”. He’d tell everyone that they’re gonna go, say something like he’s tired, or he has work early. Never blames her or anything.

And he sticks up for her so, so quickly. Like if he overhears someone calling her “weird” or something, he’s not having it. He’ll glare at them, and if it’s an officer, he’ll bring them aside and scold them. He finds all her little “quirks” or “strangeness” adorable and or hot.

And the sex… He’d be so caring and sweet. Muttering praises, and placing kisses on her stretch marks or slight chub rolls. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart”, “that’s it, baby. Just like that”, “You can do it”, “So hot. Getting me all hot n’bothered without trying”. Loving caresses all over her body. He’s ask her to sit on his face and she’d be really nervous and hesitant because of her weight, just how she was when she first sat on his lap but even more so. And he just assures her that “I’m a strong guy”, “if I need a break, I’ll tap out”, and if she says she’ll smother him he just says “I can not think of a better way to go”. Eventually she gives in and does it, and he’s so fucking happy. Just grinning like an idiot as he holds onto her hips and or thighs tightly, his fingertips digging in. The first time he’s rough is a while after they start dating, after a really tough case, or his ex wife’s getting on his nerves, or he’s just having a bad day, and she notices. Telling him to take it out on her, and she can take it. So he does, but doesn’t go too hard or rough, making sure she’s ok as soon as he gets slightly rougher. And always, always cleans her up and takes care of her. “You ok, darlin’? I didn���t go too hard”, “Imma get you a drink, ok”, “let’s get you cleaned up”, “did so good, baby”.

Someone they don’t know will see them and assume she’s just his friend because no way a guy like that could be with a girl like her. At least not at first glance. And he just states so proudly that she’s his girlfriend, or his girl. Like someone will ask who she is and he just gets a shit eating grin on his face and states with such pride “she’s my girl”. But if they get disrespectful of her, or asks him “really? Her?” He gets pissed. Glaring at them and starting an argument. Disliking them for the rest of, well, ever.

Just a thought. You’re welcome, or not. I don’t know, just can’t get it out of my head. Thought it’s was adorable and cute, like all you lovely people (most).

[found--family]

parallel gifsets we now need:

Harvey sitting up in bed / Dean sitting up in bed (demon!Dean? moc!Dean? motel!Dean? 15x20!Dean?)

Harvey + cracked mirror / michael!Dean + cracked mirror

Harvey + motorbike helmet / Beau Arlen + motorbike helmet

Harvey turning back / Soldier Boy turning back?

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

Did Beau lose...a sibling possibly?

This is just a guess I'm throwing out into the void but...did Beau lose his brother? Is that who he lost? Possibly due to some shady business or related to the job? That's twice now that he's mentioned him, once per episode, and he always does it in a moment where he can play it off to Hoyt as him joking around/indulging nostalgia.

[deaneverafter]

A Thin Layer of Rock

You guys! You know what we have to talk about first. The Moment™️

They have my whole heart, how could they not? Beau was going to kiss Jenny, no one can take that away from me 😌💕 They need to be together. Like, yesterday. And her going to him, because she needed to see him after a rough day, made rougher no doubt because he wasn't there, I- she said she'd let him know if she needed him, and she called him and came over because she needs him 🥺💓 She loves him so much, he's where she feels the safest, they need to have their soft happy ending 🌹 I need scenes where she finds out Beau cares just as much as she does, asap. And the way he looks at her, the way he brushed her hair back, but mostly, he was just touching it 🥺 He's fallen so hard, I just can't wait for him to make his next move. They love each other so much 🥺💕 The love and adoration on his face when he looks at her says it all, and the fact that she's so overwhelmed with emotion in this moment that she's getting teary, I just- they deserve to be happy together!

Okay, now we can rewind 🤣

Them once again showing their expertise in that interrogation, nudging, poking, collecting information even when Walter wasn't talking? I stan a badass sheriff duo 💯

And then them flirting with the plus one thing? I see what you guys are doing 👀😌😏 And Cassie being so happy watching them falling even more in love with each other 🥺 She ships it 💛

The Beau-Beau thing..... No, I agree with Cassie, this is cringy 😬 I don't know why, but I get a visceral reaction everytime she says it. I don't like it.

I'm going to be honest, I'm not feeling the implication here that a 15 year old with no training and a secretary is going to crack a case that trained cops and detectives have been trying to for 20 years. It feels like undermining the people the story is really about.

The person who kept calling Jenny? Now we know it was either her mom or whoever is after her mom, and when they hurt her..... they will be catching the sheriff's hands 😡 And I'm here for it 🥰

"Patience is.... it's just an eight letter word, starts with a P." "Guess it's an argument for nature, huh? Cuz he lives in the... 😂😂" Lmao, how is Beau so funny? He really was on fire 🥰🤣👌🏻

I'm a little sad that Paige didn't really fall for Walter and is only helping for the money. I thought that was starting to be an interesting dynamic, creepy and messed up as it was 😢 But now Buck's kidnapped her. Girl really can't catch a break, huh. I know she's bad and a thief. But, she's also really fun as a character!

I really did think Meredith was dead, so that does change things. But only just a little, I'm not entirely convinced Buck is the Bleeding Heart killer. He's deranged alright. But is he this particular killer? 🤷🏻‍♀️

That scene with Carla and Avery, they really are so perfect together, I truly need them to work things out, asap, and for them and Emily to be a big, happy, family again. They even have all the same hobbies. Getting involved in things they shouldn't and being condescending towards Beau!

The nerve. The effing nerve of Carla, calling her ex, the same ex she's been treating like dirt for the past two years (and probably their whole relationship) to bail out her new husband. She really has no shame. And she called him, whining, then instead of being grateful or even polite, continued to snap at him. Like he's bothering HER? This is not a healthy dynamic, it's abuse, & I can only imagine how much worse it was when they were married. Beau is a much better man than Carla ever could deserve, he'd have every right to her deal with her issues herself, considering the way she's always treated him. He doesn't owe her anything 😒

Cassie and Cormac having that difficult conversation 😔 I have to wonder how things are really going to go, when it all comes to a head, if he'll really be able to ignore that they're his family. Especially when he finds out that Walter probably actually isn't the killer.

I'm kind of salty they split up Beau and Jenny during a case involving a wedding, it really could've been something, them working the case together. BUT we did get this gem out of it: "Heh. For the right guy, I might try again." "For the right guy, huh? You met him yet?" Commence Jenny blushing and changing the subject 🥺💝 She could've just said no, but she loves Beau so much already that she can't even deny it, are they trying to make me cry? 🥺💕 Also, Pops ships it too 😌

And, I can live with them doing their own thing this episode, because it made the trailer scene that much more intense 🥺 The way she's tired and worn down, and the first place she thinks of going is to him. And he was so worried, bounding down those steps to her to make sure she's okay ♥️ And the whole moment is so tender, the way he looks at her, the way she looks so overwhelmed with emotion, the way he caressed her face and brushed back her hair 🥺😍 (And major props to Jensen and Katheryn, once again, they had Beau and Jenny say so much without so many words. They always make every character, every relationship so real, and I just love how tangible they've made the care these two characters have for each other 💯) Like, this isn't ambiguous any more (was it ever really?). Beau and Jenny have feelings for each other. A lot. They need to have their happy ending 🥀

And something that I have to point out about Jenny and Beau, is that I love how every case affects them. Being around so much chaos and death, you'd think it would eventually become the norm to detach. But they care so much that every case hits like the first 😫🥺💛

Carla. What can I say about her? The hatred I have for this woman. First she left Beau because he was grieving, continued to treat him worse than dirt, married someone else, and now that HE is moving on, suddenly she's trying to ruin that. Even in that scene, when Jenny says she'll go, she looks so entitled and smug like "yes, YOU go, I have every right to be here." She didn't even bother to say hello, just addressed Beau. Truly cannot stand her. I did think it was really funny though that when Jenny handed her the beer case (because she's a better woman than Carla could ever hope to be, and was being nice despite Carla's behaviour in that very scene), Beau snatched that case right away like "MY Jenny, MY beer 😡"

I do think what's really interesting is that Beau offered to let them stay so they wouldn't get killed, and Emily is STILL complaining with her mouth, and Carla is still being passive aggressive and condescending with her looks to the trailer. Like it's beneath them. Seriously, Beau should just let them stay in Avery's house, let them die, see if I care 😒

Something I did like is the fact that Beau felt like he should explain himself to Jenny about why his entitled ex and child were there. To me, that just shows that he's committed his heart to Jenny, without even realizing it 🥺💕

But man, Jenny in that last scene is breaking my heart, she was trying so hard not to cry. They need to fix this, asap. Next episode, her and Beau need to talk some things out, and I need a lot of nice Beau/Jenny scenes to make up for this 😭💔 And, I'm thinking about like, how long was Jenny calling Beau? 🥺 He probably didn't have his phone on him, he would never ignore her, but after what happened, that probably made her even sadder 💔 After the attack, I need the precinct (or the hospital) to call Beau about the incident at Jenny's house, and for him to be so worried and run to her, to make sure she's okay, to need to see her with his own eyes, to take care of her 🥺💕

And I hope they wouldn't, but if they now made him leave her for his psycho ex, that would be so disrespectful to Jenny from the narrative 🙃 And it would be extremely disrespectful to Beau. There's no way a man like him spends all that time with Jenny, flirting, opening up, AND going in for that kiss, if he had even an ounce of romantic feelings for Carla. My Beau would never. Sooo...... they'd better not try some clownery here 😒

And anyway, all I have to say is look at the difference between the way Beau looks at Jenny and every interaction with Carla. That one glance held more love & affection than every single forced scene with Carla combined, even the ones of him reminiscing and saying he cares and the hugs.

Every interaction Beau and Jenny have with each other, you can see their concern and respect for each other, their care. They always try to be there for the other, have the other's back. And this is a relationship where they can let each other in without being punished for it, without worrying that their feelings will be used against them. And you can see their feelings for each other in every glance, see their pull in the way they move together and gravitate towards each other.

The only logical next step is showing that Beau's stuck because of guilt & regret, not love. And once he & Jenny open up about their pasts & heal, once he's allowed to heal from the case in Houston, all the related mess, for him to realize that he's been over it for a long time & to move forward in his life with Jenny, who deserves to be loved and have someone who always has her back, to heal from the trauma with her family, her mother. Just.... they deserve a happy ending together 🥺💛

[countrymusiclover]

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[jensenknowsdeanbetterthanyou]

I'm going to enjoy it if Beau is just a cute love interest for the leads but it really seems like this golden retriever charm is a persona at least at part. Beau seems to hide some edge.

Same! I would love for there to be something maybe dark and mysterious going on underneath, but (especially) in this day and age there's nothing wrong with a bit of cute, fluffy escapism each week, so if all he does is be his charming, charismatic self then great. Having said that, yeah I've had similar thoughts, that in a way he's almost too good to be true and that the cheerfulness could very well be a persona. Maybe not a deliberate choice to hide who he really is, in any kind of deceitful way, but more one where he's forcing himself to be bright and cheerful as a coping mechanism, trying to mask any dark, negative thoughts...or anger issues. The "punch" list was a bit of a flag, as is giving his daughter a knife, and we still don't know why he and his wife got divorced. There's an interesting clip in one of the trailers where he's apprehending someone and seems a big edgy, so yeah. All may not be as it seems!! Here's hoping there'll be some more clues in next week's episode.

[roennq]

I made it to Season 3...! 🎉

~MINOR SPOILERS ALERT~

Episode 2x18 Funny (but oh-so-cheesy) introduction of the new sheriff lol. It took me awhile to shake off Dean (in his usual law enforcement persona) and see Beau.

SPN reference: Naming his cars. This time, it's Pedro!

First impressions: Despite being a bit Dean-ish at times, Beau Arlen was a breath of fresh air in an otherwise mediocre season.

Thoughts on Season 3 so far: – Not bad, quite an improvement from Season 2, especially in terms of character likability. – Luke Mitchell! ✨ The last time I saw him was on Marvel's Agents of Shield. – It was done off-screen but Jerrie and Lindor are a couple. Nice! – Scattered and veiled references to SPN. Is there a list somewhere or should I make one after I finish the show? – Too bad this season only has 13 episodes (if only we could trade number of episodes with Season 2).

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Change: Beau

Summary: Beau's having a normal Saturday night when he catches a strange scent in the wind...

The Change

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x omega!reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, minor violence/injuries, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Y'all wanted more of The Change and I thought what better way to fill in some of the gaps than by taking a peak through Beau's perspective! While not 100% necessary to read The Change to understand this story, it's highly recommended!

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Saturday Night

“Dad, are you okay?” I turned my head towards Em, forcing a smile. She raised an eyebrow from her chair nearby the fire pit, a blanket over her lap. “You look worried.”

“It’s fine.” Shit. I bit my tongue but she was giving me that look again. That “we need to communicate openly, remember what the counselor said, dad?” look. I slumped down in my chair, trying to ignore the strong whiff of omega floating through the breeze. 

I could smell Em by my side. All sugar cookies, lavender, fresh linen, with that oh so subtle hint of fresh rain that was baked into the Arlen pack. Scenting had it’s limits though. It only worked maybe twenty feet or so away. 

So why the hell did I smell an Omega with rain in her scent but nothing else? We had some land to ourselves, a good ten acres, on the edge of the neighborhood. There was no feasible way I could be smelling an omega all the way up here.

“Dad!” Emily barked. I shot upright, looking around for any sign of danger. “What’s wrong with you? You smell…weird.”

“Weird?” I lifted my jacket collar and sniffed, something certainly off about it. She shrugged.

“You smell, like you did when you found me at the mine,” she said quietly. “You know, way on red alert. What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure…” I said, standing slowly. I was prepared to make up an excuse but Emily was watching with those big doe brown eyes and it made my heart clench. Communication. Right. “I uh, smell an omega which is weird when it’s only the two of us out here.”

Em smirked, a frown crawling onto my face. “Well there is one reason Alphas can smell an omega that’s far away when they aren’t in the pack. You know…soulmates.”

I blinked at her, cocking my head. “That’s not…your mom was-”

“Daddy.” I froze still, eyes locked on hers. “I mean this in the nicest way but you and mom are not soulmates. Your bond broke way before you got divorced and soulmates never get divorced. You care about each other but it’s not that soulmate love.”

“I thought you wanted me and your mother back together for the longest time,” I said quietly, slowly sitting. Emily slumped down, fisting her blanket. 

“Me too. But you’re happier here than I think I ever saw you with mom. What’d you tell me? Don’t settle for convenient and easy?” I smiled, reaching over to mess up her hair, earning a groan that made my heart happy. 

“Sometimes I forget my sassy child is full of wisdom,” I said.

“Going to traumatic murder camp and getting kidnapped will do that to you,” she said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, chuckling as I ruffled it one more time. She’d been pretty shook up after everything last year and Carla didn’t love Em’s dark humor but the counselor said it was a healthy way for her to cope and shit, I wasn’t about to stop her.

These days, it was hard to tell anything even happened to her besides the occasional nightmare.

“I’m going to run out real quick and pick up some ice cream. Flavors?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Go find this little omega of yours. I can handle being alone,” she said. I stared at her, Em rolling her eyes. “Fine. You can have a sheriff come over.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her temple. “Put the fire out for me please when you’re done. I’ll be back soon.”

“Have fun finding your soulmate!” she teased, not noticing the way my heart jumped up to my throat at her words.

Twenty minutes later I was walking around town, following the growing scent of rain when something else mixed in. Something sharp, painful.

Danger. Omega in danger. Your Omega is in danger.

I took off in a sprint down the sidewalk, following the scent and turning the corner to a dark parking lot next to a pharmacy.

“Get off!” someone muffled a shout under a large hand, that someone being my goddamn omega, my soulmate, my everything. 

I drew my weapon and fired a shot in the air without thinking, nearly pulling the trigger on the two scumbags pinning her down.

Calm down. She needs you more than you want to hurt them. 

I reluctantly took a breath, listening to the inner voice in my head. “On your bellies. Hands on your head or the next one goes through your spine.”

The two assholes rolled off of her and I quickly glanced at the omega. Her cheek was scuffed up and she looked sacred but damn, she knocked the breath out of me.

Hairs prickled the back of my neck as I inhaled her scent. 

Fuuuuuuck. She smelled like fresh rain, she had that Arlen pack scent. My vision swam for the briefest of moments as my heart thudded happily at finding it’s soulmate. Alright, I could be a pile of mush later. I needed backup and these guys restrained before I not so accidentally started shooting off pieces for touching her.

“Mam’, are you alright?” I asked. She nodded quickly and thankfully it looked like they hadn’t done more than knock her to the ground before I was able to step in. I pulled out my phone, shoving it between my shoulder and ear. “Dispatch, this is Arlen. I need two squad cars at the Rite-Aid pharmacy off of Main. Two suspects in custody. Attempted assault. Vic appears okay besides some minor injuries.”

“We’ll have two cars over in under two, Sheriff.”

“Thanks, Abby,” I said, staying on the line but shoving the phone in my pocket just in case. I secured one man with my cuffs but I needed something else unless I wanted to sit on top of this guy. Meanwhile, the omega was scrambling across the pavement, trying to pick up the items she’d bought into the plastic bag in her hand. She reached for a small pack of zip ties, slightly odd to pick up in the middle of the night but I’d hold off on my judgment.

“Mind if I borrow that?” She let me take the package and remove a tie, securing the second man, albeit he could get out if he really tried. “Thank you mam.”

She was clearly petrified and putting on a brave face. She shoved a bottle of pills in her bag as I asked her once again if she was alright.

“Never better!” She said in an abnormally high pitched voice. She popped to her feet before I could help her up, a slow sigh escaping me. “Uh, thanks.”

Be a calming presence for her.

But then she was trying to leave down the dark parking lot again and I grabbed her arm on instinct. Didn’t she realize the safest place for her was by my side? “Whoa, whoa. These guys can’t do anything to you. Backup will be here in two minutes tops. I know you want to get home but we need a statement and you should get that scuff cleaned up by a paramedic. Hell, I can do it for you back at the station.”

She just kept staring at me and alarm bells were going off in my head. Did she have a concussion? Did she hit the back of her head? Okay, she needed to be seen by a doctor right now. “Alright. I think you hit your head a little harder than we both realized when they knocked you down. Why don’t you take a seat-”

I was not expecting my dream girl to proceed to knee me in the dick so hard my life flashed before my eyes. I heard a sorry squeak out as she took off and I lay on the ground, trying to get my bearings.

“Nice one, sheriff,” snided one of the men in custody. I grunted, kicking him in shoulder as I sat up. “Fucker, you can’t do that!”

“If it were up to me, I’d beat the shit out of you, drop you off a cliff and let the animals eat you alive.” I rolled to my knees and got up as a squad car showed up, an officer running out.

“You alright, boss?” I waved him off. 

“Read these two their rights. I’m going after the victim,” I said, jogging past him and down the street, catching tail lights in the distance. I made it to my truck and was on the road just as she turned left about a mile away. I cursed as I lost sight but then I rolled down my window, taking a deep breath.

Her scent was subtle but I followed it down a dirt road and up a barely there path through the trees to a rundown looking cabin. There was a light on inside and I jogged up to the door when her scent was stronger. “Miss? It’s Sheriff Beau Arlen. We met just a short time ago. I’m doing a wellness check. Please answer the door.”

The omega ripped open the door, the fear from before replaced with etches of worry. 

“Hi. My dad fell earlier today. I think he broke his leg. He’s in the bathroom.” Oh, this poor thing. I nodded, giving her a smile. 

“Okay. We can call an ambulance and-”

“He’s terrified of public places. Of catching the…sickness.” Sickness? What the hell was she talking about? “I know he needs a hospital but is there any way we can limit the number of people he’s around? Like a doctors office or something?”

I breathed deeply, picking up on her father’s bland scent indicating he was Beta. But in her own home this Omega should have smelled like something more than fresh rain. Anything at all. 

Shit, she smelled like Emily had before she fully presented. Like a blank canvas. But how the hell had this woman in her early thirties that was presented as omega not smell like one?

“How the hell…” I shook my head. She simply hadn’t had a proper heat before which in theory was possible if she hadn’t been around an Alpha during her cycle before. Strange but not completely unheard of. A groan in the background had me straightening myself. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do to accommodate his…needs.”

She thanked me and attempted to have me leave but I was already texting dispatch, telling them I was about to have a first time adult heat. God, I remember when Carla had hers. She was bent over in pain one second yelling at me for existing and trying to jump my bones the next telling me how much she needed me. Even though I was struggling through a damn rut in exhaustive pain.

That should have been my first clue that her needs would always outweigh mine.

I sighed when our argument turned heated, the poor little omega in front of me overwhelmed with fear and hormones and likely a good dose of paranoia. She collapsed as I caught her in my arms, gently laying her down to the ground.

“What the hell did you do to my daughter!” shouted her father from a room off to the side. “You infected her you-”

“Hey!” I barked, placing a pillow under her head and brushing the hair from her face. I stood and stormed over to him, wincing at the nasty piece of meat that was his leg. “You are going to tell me exactly what has been going on around here with her, with you, all of it.”

“You got her sick!” I squatted down, narrowing my eyes. He returned it, breathing hard. “You nasty smelling mutt. You bite her and I’ll kill you.”

“So you do know a thing or two about this situation,” I said with a smile. “Now. Tell me everything or this nasty mutt with a gun and a badge will start thinking you’re keeping your daughter locked away and doing some very nasty things.”

“I would never, you perverted-” I snarled, the Beta biting his tongue.

“Do not disrespect me. I am here to help her and her alone. Now she’s going into heat, uneducated and scared. Her body is going to be in pain and she doesn’t understand why all because you have lied to her for a decade. I would never be so cruel to my daughter.” He swallowed, his gaze going to behind me where she lay on the floor. “She will be fine but you need to tell me everything. Now.”

Five Hours Later

“Good evening, Dr. Y/L/N. This is sheriff Beau Arlen of the Helena police department. I apologize for the late call but we have a situation here with your father and sister,” I said from the corner of the hospital room where Y/N laid fast asleep. She’d awoken confused and more than a little…primal a few hours ago. I could only imagine what it felt like to go through your first heat with your soulmate sitting eight feet away. 

She smelled delectable, enough so I had to ask for some scent blockers for myself so I’d stop getting so damn horny around her. 

“Please call me Emmet. Are they okay? I haven’t heard from my sister in a decade so any news-”

“She’s alright Emmet. She’s currently at our local hospital being treated for her first heat. Your father broke his leg badly a few days ago and is in the ICU recovering from surgery.” Emmet swore on other line and breathed deeply.

“My father is paranoid, Sheriff. I called him on the night of the Change years ago and told him to take my kid sister out of the city for a few days until we knew what was going on. I called him five days after and told him it was okay to go back but they never did. I’ve explained to him over and over again that she is perfectly safe. I could never track him down.”

“They appear to be staying at an old cabin on the edge of town here,” I said, Emmet groaning.

“They went to grandpa’s hunting cabin? Jesus christ. I forgot that place existed. Is Y/N alright?” 

“She’s fine, Emmet. She’s a strong woman, her body just needs to catch up a little is all.” Emmet huffed.

“She was supposed to work at a big accounting firm. She got a really good job out of college and then she disappeared with him. The paranoid fucker’s probably kept her locked up there for years.” My heart skipped a beat. “Sorry. He wouldn’t hurt her. Dad’s just…always been overprotective of her. Always. Something happened when she was young and…yeah, he’s always been afraid of her getting hurt again.”

“Emmet, any information you can relay to me might help me understand your father better. I need to know if your sister has been at that cabin all these years of her own free will or not.” 

Emmet was quiet for a beat, a chair creaking as if he were sitting down in the background. “Our father was a lawyer. A prosecutor. He put away a killer…for a very dangerous and powerful family. I was in college at the time. They broke in one night and killed our mother and kidnapped Y/N. She was maybe four? I don’t think she even remembers. It took a few days to get her back and that was only because she bit one of them and ran away and out a window.” I smirked, closing my eyes.

“Always been tough as nails even when she’s afraid, huh.” 

“Yeah. Dad was different with her after that. Always blamed himself. Way too protective. She tried to appease him but she always wanted to live her own life too. The idea of her being claimed by someone-”

“He literally can’t handle it,” I finished. Emmet hummed. “Thank you for the information Emmet. I’ll speak with your sister more but I doubt we’ll press charges.”

“Mr. Arlen, I’ll be down in a few days. I need to speak to my sister, and father. I’m in Seattle these days and I think it’s best if she stays with me for the time being.” I cleared my throat, walking out of the room and to the hallway. “My father will need intensive rehab if it’s as bad as you say and then in-home care, both of which will be much easier to provide if I’m there-”

“Emmet, there’s not an easy way to say this so I’ll just spit it out. I got involved tonight because I was able to scent your sister from my backyard over eight miles away from where we met. Now, you’re a doctor. You tell me the only scenario in which that is possible.” Emmet was quiet, my heart hammering. “Dr. Y/L/N-”

“Are you a good man?” he asked. I sat down on a hall bench, glancing down.

“I’m divorced, I got ten years on her and a teenage daughter. I am by no means perfect. If she wants to go to Seattle, I will not stop her.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall. “But I can promise you, she will be safe with me and free to live her life. I do not intend to hold her back.”

“I seriously doubt my sister’s going to want to leave your side once her heat calms down and she realizes who you are to her,” he said with a hum. “Sheriff.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll take my dad off your hands once he’s ready for in-home care. Let Y/N live in a town without him for a while.” 

“What’s she like?” I asked, screwing professionalism for the moment. “You said she wanted to be an accountant?”

“Pft, god no. She would have worked at a bakery if she had her choice but you know how parents can be,” said Emmet. “You said your name was Beau, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well Beau, considering this is likely the first of many conversations we’ll have throughout our lives, a word of advice. If she wants to work at a goddamn bakery, let her. If you guys ever need help, just tell me. I got more than enough. I just want my baby sister to be alright.” I smiled, relaxing my shoulders.

“I appreciate it Emmet but I do alright on my own. Like I said, I will not be the one holding her back from whatever it is she wants to do.” I could feel her scent pick up, twitchy, wanting me nearby. “I got to run but I appreciate the talk and I’m looking forward to meeting you. I’ll make sure she gets a chance to talk to you tomorrow.”

I hung up and slipped back in the room, pulling my chair closer, her scent calming. My phone dinged and I frowned. What the hell was Emily doing up at 2 in the morning?

How’s the soulmate search going? Pop says hi by the way. We ordered pizza. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you ever come home tonight. Please tell me you’re not stalking some woman in the middle of the night. 

“This child,” I grumbled, typing a long message before my phone pinged again, eyebrows raised.

I can talk to her. I know more about being an Omega than you do to be fair. She’s probably scared. I can dig up those Change puberty books from the basement.

Thank you, Em. We’ll talk in the morning. Now get some sleep..

I frowned, shooting off another text.

Tell Pop if he eats all my mint fudge ice cream again I’m firing him. 

Too late. Night dad!

I sighed, resting my phone on my chest and sliding down in the chair. I kicked off my boots and propped my feet up at the end of Y/N’s bed. 

“So. Not how I imagined my first night with my soulmate,” I said quietly. “How about you, darlin’? Everything you dreamed of?”

She snored lightly in bed, rolling over on her side and staying in a deep slumber. 

“Well don’t chat my ear off, I’m trying to sleep,” I chuckled. She scratched her belly absently, breathing deeply. “Goodnight, omega.”

The Next Day

Despite an albeit awkward start to the day, the smile on Y/N’s face as she and Emily shared the far side of the booth and devoured a brownie sundae was putting a big on on mine. Y/N hadn’t had much of anything besides basic foods for ten years and she was ordering every greasy, fatty, sugary thing on the menu. 

It was kind of adorable the way she guzzled down a pile of poutine on her own and then asked for seconds.

“Is Y/N coming home with us?” asked Emily a little eagerly. I lightly kicked her shin under the table, Em pouting. “That’s child abuse.”

“Child abuse is you hitting me in the nuts with a baseball bat when you were four. Pretty sure you were trying to make sure you were an only child from the start.”

“I wouldn’t mind a sibling-“ I kicked her again, Emily glaring back. Y/N looked between us with a goofy smirk, gravy at the corner of her mouth.

“You guys are really cute. I wish I’d had that with my dad,” she said, her face falling momentarily. She cleared her throat though and wiped off her lips, glancing at me. “Your dad and I have to talk about a lot of things but in the meantime he said he had an idea about where I could stay. You guys have a trailer on your property?”

“Dad used to live in an air streamer when he moved here,” said Emily, smirking at me. “If you need a love nest-“

“Do not tell her about nesting,” I growled, Emily grinning like a Cheshire cat. Y/N blinked at both of us, her head tilting. I cleared my throat when I sensed her…fuck, she was horny as fuck.

Cool it with the Alpha voice bucko.

“Nesting is um, well…” I trailed off, Emily pipping right in.

“It’s when the Alpha goes all crazy and makes you a comfy bed with pillows and blankets and stuff so you can pass a heat surrounded by their scent. And to fuck in a lot but the scent stuff too.” I dropped my head to the table, a low whine escaping. “They teach us in health class.”

“In my health class all they did was show us pictures of STI’s,” said Y/N, her fingers grazing my scalp. I raised my head, heart skipping at the feel of her touch in my hair. Her face was so soft, so unlike the fearful one of last night. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere and Emily’s bluntness is appreciated.”

Emily glanced at Y/N and then myself, making an excuse to use the restroom. Y/N’s hand dropped to the table, a pout forming on my face. She giggled though, the sound calming me. “Can you…smell me, Y/N?”

“Sure,” she said coyly, laughing when I rolled my eyes. “I think so. I don’t quite understand it but I know you’re nervous. You like when Emily teases you but there’s something a little on edge with you. I’m still trying to figure all this out to be honest.”

“It’s okay,” I said, reaching a hand up and gently taking hers in mine. My thumb stroked over the back of her skin and I held it up, closer to her. “You won’t be able to do that with most people. Only your mate can you tell certain things. We don’t exactly understand that part of it yet.”

“I imagine it gets a bit complicated when you mix advanced evolution with metaphysical souls,” she said, tilting her head, turning my hand over and stroking my palm. Her big eyes stared at my skin, nose twitching when she inhaled. “Everything in my head says I’m a moron for trusting a strange man, that you could hurt me or worse. But then I do this…”

She tugged me closer, pulling my hand to her warm cheek, her skin velvety soft. Her bond pulsed hard under the skin of her neck, so subtle no one would notice but I could see it thumping away like it had it’s own heartbeat. Y/N’s eyes searched my face, looking for an answer to a question she didn’t know how to ask.

“There are some people that don’t believe in true mates. They think it’s just hopeless romantics making shit up,” I said, pulling my hand down, grazing her bond with my fingertips. Soft lips parted, Y/N’s eyes dewy at the touch. “Touch my neck.”

She tentatively reached across the table, letting me guide her hand to the left side. “My gland is much smaller but it’s there. Now push down on it.”

Y/N didn’t look convinced but gently nudged two fingers against the skin. I jerked back just as she did, a bolt of peacefulness shooting through my body. She rubbed her own gland, breathing hard. “What the fuck was that?”

“Think of it like there’s a rope connecting our souls. We just tugged on it,” I grinned, rubbing my chest. “So we can’t get lost from each other ever again. True mates form that bond even without the physical connection being met yet which is why you could tell I was nervous.”

Y/N smiled, placing a hand over her bond. “So that’s why you don’t feel so strange. Huh.”

“We can take this as slow as we want to,” I said, taking out my phone, checking the time. Y/N shoveled one last scoop of ice cream in her mouth before sliding out of the booth. “Where-“

“Emily has school in the morning. We should head out,” she said, catching Emily returning from the bathrooms. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“Y/N.” I hopped up quickly. Shit, was I making her nervous? I opened my mouth to speak but she was right there, placing a finger to my lips.

“It’s okay, sheriff,” she murmured, grazing her knuckles over my beard. “Just need a little girl talk.”

“About what?” I asked quietly.

“About…just trust me?” I held up my hands, Y/N backing away before popping outside with Em. 

“Sheriff,” said a deep, monotone voice. I spun around, Donno standing there with a styrofoam box. “Rhubarb pie.”

“I didn’t order-“ Donno shoved it forward, my hands barely catching it. 

“She wants it.” I raised my eyebrow, glancing outside to where Y/N and Emily were leaning against the truck. “She wanted pie and this is all we have.”

“Uh, thanks Donno,” I said. He half growled and I handed him my credit card. He grumpily took it behind the counter, handing it back with a grimace. “How’s things with Tonya?” 

He grunted and I chuckled. 

“Later, Donno. You and your girl stay out of trouble.” I ducked outside with the pie, the girls giving me a smile. “Everything all set?”

“Never better.”

“Hey, Em?” I asked after showing Y/N the airstreamer when we got home. She was downstairs talking to her brother, all sorts of giddy scents coming off her. “Got a sec?”

She put her phone down, frowning when I pushed it away and set it on the charger. “First off, it’s bedtime. Second, is everything okay with you and Y/N? I know everything’s been moving fast and if you want to talk about anything, I’m here.”

“We’re fine,” she said softly, giving me that look I’d seen in therapy too many times. I pouted, Em sighing. “She was…her body did something at the diner. She said you guys touched bonds which made her…you know…down there…”

“Oh.” I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my hands on my lap. “Was she embarrassed? I shouldn’t have-“

“No, she just wanted to make sure it was normal to…get all…slick and fuck, this is as bad as the sex talk.”

“I thought we did a good job with it,” I said, ruffling her hair. “Are you okay with her being here?”

“Duh,” she said, sitting upright and giving me a hug. “She’s your soulmate, dad. Of course, I want her to stay with us.”

I tucked her head under my chin, giving her a deep squeeze. “Dad. Too tight.”

“Alright,” I said, releasing her. “I’ll make sure Y/N understands you already have a mom and-”

“We kind of talked about that when you were paying.” Em shrugged. “Y/N said she didn’t want to overstep anything and said it’s probably best right now if we’re more like friends? Until we figure out what we want.”

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping up with you two staying ahead of me,” I chuckled, hearing a loud crash downstairs. I stood up, Em pouting. “Stay. Go to bed.”

She grumbled as I left and jogged down the steps. Y/N was bent over in the kitchen, her scent stressed but not in pain. 

“Y/N?” I asked. She popped her head up, swallowing thickly as I saw she’d dropped her bottle of heat medication and the pills had gone all of the floor. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

I knelt down and started to help pick them up, Y/N moving farther away to pick up the scattered pills. I reached out and caught her wrist, Y/N’s breath hitching. She looked over her shoulder, body tense. 

“It was an accident,” I said softly. She looked down and I frowned. “Hey. I can smell you’re upset but we still need to talk. What’s going through that head? Did your brother say something?”

“No.” She shoved the pills in the bottle, waiting for me to deposit mine inside. The cap snapped on and she shot up, stepping past me for the front door. I caught up to her on the front porch, not touching her but holding up my hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temple. “Please move. Better yet, take me back to the cabin.”

“...If that’s where you want to be,” I said. She went straight to the truck, barefoot, climbing inside. I got in after her, leaving my keys in my pocket. I could sense her agitation rising, especially when I turned towards her. “What did your brother say, Y/N?”

“He told me he contacted my dad right after the change. How dad would call him every few years. He didn’t know I thought he was dead all this time,” she breathed out. She shook her head, wrapping her arms tight around herself. “You have an idiot for a soulmate.”

“Now I don’t believe that’s true for a second. I-”

“Beau.” Y/N glared at me but her eyes were more watery than anything else. “You have a teenage daughter that knows more about how sex works in this world than I do. I’m…a child. You deserve so much better than me. I’ve never had a real job. I’ve never had my own place. Shit, my longest relationship lasted two months. J-Just throw me back in the woods so I can be alone.”

Omega in pain. Omega in pain. 

She moved as far away as possible, staring out the window as a primal urge in my head was trying to take over.

Protect her. PROTECT HER. Do your job. 

“No.” She shifted in her sheet, making her eyes as hard as she could. “I don’t care if you hate me. I will never abandon you. Ever.”

“I’m a fucking project, not a soumate,” she scoffed. 

“You think I’m perfect?” 

“Um, have you met you because yes, you are,” she grit out. I growled, her scent shooting through the roof as I leaned over and cupped her cheek. Her lips parted, breath mingling with my own. “W-What are you doing?”

“I don’t like when you’re mean to yourself,” I said, my voice lower than usual as I kept a tight control on letting my Alpha out. Y/N shivered under my touch and she looked away embarrassed. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed for making slick. You are in heat next to your true mate. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.”

“I don’t know anything,” she whispered, still not looking at me. “I don’t know how to be an adult or have my soulmate be someone way out of my league or what you want me to be to Emily. You have an ex-wife and you have such an important job and you’re single dad and it doesn’t matter how nice you smell or if you give me lightning bolts. I am and will be a burden to you.”

I sat back in my seat, breathing hard. Y/N sniffled, keeping her head low. “I know I’ve upset you, I can smell it.”

“I’m upset you’re upset. I’m not upset at you,” I said quietly. Every instinct I had said pull her into my lap, bite her neck and press the magic fix it button to flood her full of so much ooey gooey good feeling crap she’ll never remember why she had doubts in the first place.

Talk to her.

I swallowed, closing my eyes. “My partner died two years ago. He was my best friend.”

“Beau.” She unfurled her hands from her body surely because one of them was interlacing with my own. “I’m so sorry.”

“I blamed myself for a long time. For too long. For something out of my control,” I said, opening my eyes, finding her misty ones. “It drove my ex away. It drove Emily away too for a while. I’m so scared of loving someone else and losing them. Y/N, it took everything in me to not kill those men that attacked you last night. I am not fucking perfect and you are way way too hard on yourself. News flash, nobody knows how to be an adult. We’re all just pretending and a smart woman like you, hell you already are thinking of my daughter before I am. You are not behind. You are right where you’re supposed to be.“

“I…” She sighed, squeezing my hand. “I’m sorry that happened to your friend.”

“Did you get any of the rest of that?” 

“Yeah,” she said softly. “So we both need to take it easier on ourselves.”

“I got faith in us.” She wiped off her face as she nodded, her scent turning calm and gentle. “Come on. It’s been a long day and you’re at the tail end of your heat. You need to get some rest.”

“Dad!” I bottled upright in bed, groggy and reaching for my gun when Emily burst in the bedroom. “It’s almost seven. Move your ass. I’m not getting detention for being late again because of you.”

“Good morning to you too,” I mumbled, setting my gun back on the bedside table and flopping back against the pillows.

“Pro tip,” she said, whacking me with a pillow. I groaned, growling as I sat back up. “Maybe go make you and your new omega girlfriend some coffee? Not like she talked about coffee for like a solid thirty minutes with your coffee snob ass last night.”

“Someone’s got a mouth on her this morning,” I said, tossing back the covers, Em rolling her eyes as she left. “What?”

“I’m so going to be late,” she muttered, jogging downstairs. I grumbled, padding into the bathroom and getting ready for the day. Em was in a mood when I found her by the front door waiting for me but it was no big deal to me if she was late a few minutes. For one, that school started too damn early at 7:30. She had freaking study hall first period of the day which was just plain stupid. Plus that principal of hers had more than a few unpaid parking tickets I could leverage. 

I whipped up a cup of coffee and poured the rest in my thermos, tossing some half and half in the mug before whistling on my way outside. “Dad!”

“Five minutes, pumpkin. Why don’t you lock up and I’ll meet you at the truck?” I slipped outside, Em muttering again as I walked across the yard. WIth two knocks on the door of the airstream, it opened, Y/N half-asleep as she answered in last night’s clothes. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” she mumbled, perking up when I held out an orange mug. “Is that-”

“Coffee. Two tablespoons half & half. Hold the cream and sugar.” Her eyes welled up as she took the mug. “You really missed coffee, huh?”

“You were paying attention to what I said last night,” she whispered. I cocked my head, leaning my hip against the door jam. “Thank you for the coffee, Beau. I really appreciate it.”

“No worries.” The truck horn honked and I rolled my eyes, Y/N smirking. “I have to run before that one hotwires the car without me but I’ll be back and we can go shopping for whatever you need. Food. Clothes. Whatever you want. I’ll be back in about thirty.”

“Thanks, Alpha.” She stepped forward and pecked a kiss to my cheek, grinning when I blushed. “That’s adorable.”

“I’m from Texas. We don’t blush,” I said despite feeling the radiating heat on my face. She raised an eyebrow, her smile turning a hair darker. “Omega…”

“You know that only makes me want to find out how to make you blush more, right?” I pouted but didn’t mean it, Y/N seeing right through it. “All that for a peck on the cheek. I wonder how red I can get you when I properly kiss you.”

“Down girl,” I purred, adjusting myself and in desperate need of one of my scent blockers again. “Let’s cool our jets. Once we start playing around, it’s going to be hard for either one of us to not want to bond.”

“Sorry,” she said, not looking it one bit. She pressed the mug to her lips, eyes closing as she took her first sip. “Wow. Yeah, I’m so keeping you. This is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.”

“Well that’s a relief,” I chuckled, the horn honking incessantly in the background. “I’m sorry about the sassy child.”

“It’s fine. Take her to school. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll be right back, darlin’.”

Four Weeks Later

Y/N was tucked against my side, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her arm over my chest. Soft, slow breaths left her lips, nose buried against my pec. Oh so carefully I thumbed over the fresh bite mark on her neck. Ordinarily I’d think the best thing to do would be not touch it but instinct was telling me to gently soothe the ache away and her pain would be gone by the time the flood of hormones in her body dropped.

“How we feeling, Omega?” Y/N tightened her hold on my body, snuggling harder. 

“Fuzzy,” she mumbled, a smile on her lips. “You?”

“Fuzzy’s a good way to describe it,” I chuckled. “You did so well.”

“Not so bad yourself,” she laughed, eyes closing. “You smell even nicer now if that’s possible.”

“I know the feeling.” I stroked my fingers up and down her bare back, tracing patterns against the soft flesh. “So…would you maybe want to move into the house?”

“You really know how to pillow talk, babe,” she said against my shoulder, smirking against it. “And yes, I’m tired of being away from you guys.”

“Okie dokie.” Y/N snorted, lifting herself up onto her palms to look at me. “What?”

“You’re way too hot to be that adorable.” I shrugged, smirking as I gripped her waist and pulled her tight against my chest, earning a gasp. “Oh you want to play?”

“With you? Forever.” I grasped her chin with my thumb and finger, pulling her into a deep kiss. “Who’s ready for round two?”

Three Months Later

“Emmet!” Y/N squealed and jumped into her brothers arms the second I had the front door open. He laughed deeply, dropping his luggage on the porch to catch her.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m forty six years old. You’re going to throw out my back if you keep doing that every time I visit,” he laughed, spinning her around. “How you doing, kiddo? Keeping your Alpha in line?”

“She wishes,” I said, giving him a brief hug when he set her down. “Where’s Max?”

“She’s coming up on Saturday. Covering a double at the hospital,” said Emmet, giving Emily a hug when she popped out of the kitchen. “Em, mind helping me get the presents?”

She threw on her coat and boots, following Emmet outside as I saw Y/N’s father putter around their rental car. Emmet said something to him, the man giving Emily a brief smile before he carefully walked across the shoveled driveway.

“Darren.”

“Beau.” Y/N frowned at him, his jaw clenching when he saw the faded mark on her neck. “Emmet’s right. You really did claim her.”

Y/N stepped onto the porch, waves of powerful scent washing over us. “This is my house, dad. If you’re going to be a dick, you can go sit in a hotel room by yourself for a week while the rest of us celebrate the holidays. As a pack. Beau’s family is coming in tomorrow and you will not-“

“Down omega,” I purred, Y/N allowing me to pull her back a few steps. “She’s a tad defensive of me and Emily is all. Darlin’, why don’t you help the Em’s.”

A moment later Darren and I were alone. I nodded, walking him around the wrap around porch to the side of the house where a pair of rocking chairs sat. I took a seat in the far one, Darren hesitantly sitting in the opposite.

“Y/N and I like to sit out here in the morning and have our coffee together.” Darren grunted, lips pressed into a thin line. “How’s the leg?”

“It hurts,” he grumbled. 

“But you can walk on your own on it. Emmet says that’s a good sign.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Arlen, enough with the small talk. Say what you mean to say away from my daughter.” I leaned back, rocking a few times, enjoying the chill breeze.

“Your daughter didn’t want you to come. The only reason you are invited is because I asked her to give you another chance.” He scoffed. “You were pretty nasty when we showed up at rehab a few months ago and saw she was claimed.”

“You manipulated her into being with you. She doesn’t know it yet but you’ll turn on her. I know cops like you, especially cop mutts. Don’t blame me for seeing exactly who you are.”

“Well fuck you,” said Emily, appearing around the corner. 

Back off, pup. I got this.

Only she ignored the warning in my scent, the clear line she would have picked up in favor of storming over in front of Darren. “You’re an asshole.”

“Em-” 

“The mouth on you,” said Darren, frowning up at her. “You learn that from your father?”

“If anyone’s the manipulative asshole around here maybe it’s the guy who scared his kid into staying in a cabin for a decade,” she spit out. Darren opened his mouth, Emily holding up a hand. “My dad’s not perfect but thank god I have him. Bad stuff happened to both of us but he doesn’t keep me locked up. So maybe stop being an ass to the guy that makes Y/N happy for the first time in ten years.”

“Emily,” I said as she started to walk away. “Em!”

“Ground me but I am not apologizing,” she said, walking off back around the corner. I sighed, side eyeing Darren.

“You know what, you say and think what you want about me but don’t you dare speak ill of my daughter,” I said. “She has been through more shit than you could ever know so do not blame her for being defensive of her family which includes your daughter.” 

I stood, putting my hands on my hips, looking out over the barren yard, a light layer of snow dusting it.

“It’s not personal,” said Darren after a beat. “I’d hate any man that tried to take her away. I’ve hated all of her ex’s.”

“I know something about having a daughter that was kidnapped.” I turned over my shoulder, Darren’s face paling. “You didn’t keep her safe. You squashed her. From the moment I met your daughter, I’ve had to help her learn that she can have goals and dreams of her own. She lived her whole life trying to appease you. She will never do that with me. Never. So I understand the fear and pain of dealing with your little girl being taken and feeling like a failure as a father. But we have to let them go because our little girls are a lot stronger than us fathers give them credit for. Let them show us. The only person my kid mouths off with is me, her mother, and Y/N. Her parents. For her to do that just now means you really ticked her off. So stop protecting Y/N for one second and get to know that strong kid of yours.”

He was quiet, no words spoken between us as he rose.

“Your daughter reminds me of Y/N when she was younger.”

“Em adores Y/N…aside when Y/N goes mom mode and makes Em do her chores,” I chuckled. Darren cleared his throat. “The girls are still figuring out their roles but Y/N’s gotten more comfortable stepping into that parental role. They’re friends more than anything. Family.”

“Right,” he said quietly. “How angry is Y/N with me?”

“Oh, pretty mad,” I laughed. “She’ll forgive you eventually. Probably. I’d stop calling her mate a manipulative mutt, though. Might help out there just a tad.”

He lowered his head with a nod. “Let’s go in before you freeze.”

“Alpha,” Y/N murmured from beside me in bed late that night. I had my face shoved into the crook of her neck, arms bundled under her maroon sweatshirt, formerly our sweatshirt, formerly formerly my sweatshirt. “Noooo, get your greedy hands away from my fleece.”

“No can do, darlin’,” I murmured, arms shoved under the soft material, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not going to cop a feel.”

“Sure you won’t,” she teased. “We can play in a minute. Real talk right now.”

“What’s up?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting my head. Her fingers raked through my hair, massaging my scalp. I hummed, resting my chin on her shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you said to my dad earlier but thank you. He was different.”

“Well, Emily should really get the credit. She stole my thunder,” I said, Y/N’s scent swirling around the room. “Our girl really loves you, you know.”

She flushed, smiling when I kissed her jaw. “Thank you both then.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” I said, grabbing the ends of the sweatshirt, pushing them up her body. “I think you stole this.”

“Going to arrest me for it?” she murmured, pulling me into a chaste kiss before rolling to the far edge of the bed and out of my grasp. She sat up with a fake pout, batting her eyes as I crawled over. “That’s a good look for you, Alpha. On all fours for me.”

“For fucks sake, Omega,” I growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her body underneath mine as she giggled. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something, Alpha Boy.” I laughed into her neck, kissing over her healed mark. 

“For you, Omega, anything at all.”

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The Choice

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

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

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

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

W/C: 20,944 (so far)

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

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven 🌶️

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen 🌶️

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Echoes

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: Beau has another rough night, but you help him face a harder truth. 

AN: Yep, that’s right! I’m back with another little drabble for the Take Me Home series, set a while after S.I.N.G. This time, we’re in for some angst and comfort.

Word Count: 950 words

Tags/Warnings: Angst, PTSD, implied survivor’s guilt, hurt/comfort, fluff

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He heard it before he saw it.

That was the worst part of it really. He didn’t see it coming, even when he should have.

Randy hadn’t either.

Beau just saw the aftermath—a spray of scarlet that coated a stack of wooden crates carrying tens of thousands in cocaine. He saw the look of permanent shock frozen on Randy’s face as his body dropped to the concrete. It was a heavy sound. The sound of lifelessness.

The echoes of it rang in Beau’s ears, along with the single shot of a bullet tearing through his vest.

 Beau’s eyes opened on a sharp intake of breath.

They found darkness, and the familiar bedroom he shared with you. The only reason he could see it was because of the solitary window to his left, with slivers of moonlight filtering in between the blinds. He was lying on his back. His face, neck, arms, and bare chest were coated with a thin layer of sweat.

Turning his head to his right, he saw that you were still asleep. Your face was peaceful as you hugged your pillow. He was jealous.

Despite that, he resisted the urge to smooth a hand over your wild bedhead. He didn't want to chance waking you. Instead, he slowly got out of bed. He went into the bathroom to splash some cool water on his face. All the while, he ignored the shadows under his eyes, and the way his beard had gotten a bit scraggly. He’d trim in the morning.

He ventured into the living room and lit up the fireplace instead of turning any of the lights on. There he broke open the bottle of bourbon he kept above the fridge and grabbed a glass, and he sat in the middle of the couch, watching but not watching the fire.

His thoughts were like its flames, flickering from yellowed orange to sparking with red. Then back to yellow again.

Beau only perked up when he heard a floorboard creak. He saw you in the bedroom doorway, holding a fuzzy blanket around your shoulders. Your face was soft and concerned. He gave you a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes as you drew near.

You were warmer than him when you sat down and wrapped your blanket around his frame from behind. He clasped your arm against his chest, and you laid your head on his shoulder.

“The same dream?” you asked. Your voice was hardly above a whisper in the quiet; the fire crackling was almost louder.

Beau paused, but he nodded. His lips raised humorlessly.

“Told you I wasn’t gonna be easy to live with,” he said, though he held your hand. “‘M sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You restrained a sigh and kissed his shoulder.

“Only a month in, but I think we’re doing well so far,” you said with a smile, even if it soon dipped. “You’ve been having nights like these even before you moved in.”

Again, he nodded and sipped at his glass.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he replied.

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. But I’m going to say this again, because I love you. I really think you should try talking to someone.”

“Hey, I talk. Apparently I talk a bit too much, according to Jenny,” he managed to quip. He quirked a brow at you. “According to you too, I might add.”

You smiled in amusement, jostling him in your arms and disturbing the equilibrium of his bourbon.

“You know what I mean, Beau Arlen, and don’t pretend otherwise,” you warned him, but you paired it with a kiss to his scruffy cheek. “Therapy’s helped me a lot. I think it could do the same for you, with the right person… If you gave it a chance.”

Beau was quiet at that. Even though you understood his hesitation, it always hurt your heart to see him like this. You angled yourself toward him, so that he’d see your face and meet your eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything alone,” you said. They were words he’d told you too, more than once in the past year since you’d met him. “And I know I didn’t know Randy, but I doubt your friend would want you to suffer like this.”

Beau’s gaze fell away from yours then, drifting back to the fire. You brought him back by squeezing his free hand.

“Do you really think he’d want that for you?” you asked.

Beau couldn’t answer you in words; his throat was tight at the moment. His lips quirked, and he eventually nodded in understanding. He finished his glass before setting it down at the table. He could stop himself at the one for tonight, and that was a damn decent feat.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, a silent thanks and an acknowledgement all in one. Eventually, he was able to say it in words.

“Okay. I hear you,” he said.

You nodded with a sad smile. “Good.”

You curled yourself under his arm and sighed, resting at his side. Beau leaned you both back more comfortably on the couch. He allowed himself to let out a deep breath as well.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Mhmm,” you replied, even though your eyes were already closed. He knew then that you were halfway back to sleep. His lips tugged upward.

“I love you too, you know,” he added quietly.

“Mhmmmm,” you repeated, drawing it out more.

Beau’s smile became more genuine. Later he’d carry you back to bed, blanket and all. For now though, he made some small peace with his thoughts as he stared back into the fireplace.

This time, he actually felt its warmth.

AN: There we go, short and bittersweet. ❤️

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