LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS
pairing. lucas hood x f!reader
summary. (Y/N) was harassed by a drunk man, but before the situation escalated, lucas hood, the town's sheriff, appeared and intervened.
warning. slight harassing
word count. 1k
a/n: there are ony few fics about him, so i'm gonna solve this problem. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me!
(Y/N) had just moved to Banshee a few weeks ago, drawn by the promise of a quieter life and the chance to make a difference in the small-town hospital. She loved her job as a nurse, and even though the days were long and the nights longer, she felt a deep sense of fulfilment every time she helped a patient.
One night, after an exhausting shift, (Y/N) was walking home. The streets were mostly empty, the town wrapped in a quiet that was both comforting and distressing. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, the cool night air biting her skin.
As she passed by a creepy, dark alley, she heard a noise that made her stop. It was the unmistakable sound of stumbling footsteps and slurred speech. She quickened her pace, hoping to avoid any trouble, but her hopes were gone when a man stepped out from the shadows, his movements unsteady and his breath smelled of alcohol.
"Hey there, pretty lady," he slurred, a smirk spreading across his face. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
(Y/N) tried to sidestep him, keeping her head down. "Just going home," she said quietly, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone.
But the man reached out, grabbing her arm. "No need to rush. Why don’t you keep me company for a while?"
Fear spiked through her, and she tried to pull away. "Let go of me!"
Before the situation could escalate further, a new voice cut through the night. "Let her go."
(Y/N) and the drunk man both turned to see Lucas Hood standing a few feet away, his stance relaxed but his eyes hard as steel. The sheriff’s badge gleamed on his chest, and his hand rested on the edge of his gun, a silent warning.
"Mind your own business," the drunk man snarled, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"It becomes my business when someone in my town is in trouble," Lucas replied, his voice calm but authoritative. "Let her go, now."
The drunk man hesitated, then shoved (Y/N) away with a muttered curse. She stumbled but quickly regained her balance, backing away towards Lucas. He stepped forward, placing himself between her and the creep.
"You go home and sleep it off," Lucas said, his tone tolerating no argument.
The man glared but seemed to realize he was outmatched. He stumbled away, cursing under his breath. Lucas watched until he was out of sight, then turned to (Y/N).
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softening with concern.
She nodded, still shaken but grateful. "Yes, thank you. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up."
Lucas gave her a reassuring smile. "Just doing my job. Do you need a ride home?"
(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "If you don’t mind."
"Not at all," Lucas said, leading her to his patrol car. He opened the passenger door for her, then got in the driver’s seat and started the engine.
As they drove through the quiet streets, (Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, then glanced at him, her curiosity piqued. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Sheriff Hood. People say you’re not like other sheriffs."
Lucas chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on the road. "People say a lot of things. I just try to keep the peace."
She sensed there was more to him than he was letting on, but she didn’t press. Instead, she found herself feeling a strange sense of safety with him, a feeling she hadn’t experienced since moving to Banshee.
"I haven’t seen you in the town before," he said glancing at her.
"I’m (Y/N), new in the town." her eyes met his.
Lucas offered her a brief but genuine smile. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). And just call me Lucas. ‘Sheriff’ makes me sound more official than I feel sometimes."
(Y/N) chuckled, feeling some of the tension ease from her shoulders. "Alright, Lucas. I’ve only been in Banshee a few weeks, so I’m still getting used to everything."
"Where did you move from?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"A big city," she replied. "I wanted a change of pace, something new. I’m a nurse at the hospital here."
Lucas nodded. "Banshee is definitely quieter than a big city, but it has its own... unique challenges."
(Y/N) smiled wryly. "I’m starting to see that."
They drove in pleasant silence for a few moments before Lucas spoke again. "It’s a good town, though. The people here can surprise you. In good ways, mostly."
"I hope so," (Y/N) said, glancing at him. "What about you, Lucas? How long have you been in Banshee?"
Lucas’s eyes flickered with a hint of something she couldn’t quite place – perhaps, pain or a memory best left undisturbed. "Not too long," he said finally. "But long enough to know it can be a rough place. Just keep your wits about you, and you’ll be fine."
She nodded, appreciating his advice. "I’ll do my best. And it’s good to know there’s someone like you looking out for the town."
Lucas shrugged modestly. "Just doing my job."
As they pulled up to her apartment building, Lucas parked the car and turned to her. "Here we are. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call."
(Y/N) took the card he offered, their fingers brushing slightly. "Thank you, Lucas. I really appreciate it."
He nodded, his eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary. "Take care, (Y/N)."
As she got out of the car and watched him drive away, (Y/N) felt a sense of connection to this mysterious man who had come to her rescue.
Lucas sighed, pulling his patrol car into the station’s parking lot. He couldn’t afford distractions, and it wasn’t often that someone new to Banshee caught his attention that quickly, but there was something about (Y/N) that he couldn’t quite let go and he knew one thing for certain: (Y/N) had made an impression on him.
