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‘Tis The Damn Season | Hamish Duke

Warnings; includes angst, implications of smut (not too detailed), breakup, heart ache, sacrifice, pain, and angst again

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with 

Whilst I was gone, I would’ve asked you

Belgrave, home. For a while, you had thought that Hamish had served as that shelter, but the brick road broke, splitting the pair of you apart. It was as though the pair of you were ice, thawing over the time that the independent plan had been brewing.

This place, it was to be missed. It was a great step of a risk that you were to be taking, and so was the weighing of your heart. It felt as though it would be difficult to carry, it would remain with you, surely even after you crossed and exited the borders of the town.

Leaving overall, let alone him was to be exceedingly difficult, any attachment had to be released, like a bird from a cage. But birds in cages had routines, they’d be fed, and get affection, but this one wouldn’t. He’d just be abandoned, left to fend for himself.

The man that had been the only dream that had rendered your brain at night placed the guitar into the back of your car. He knew that it, what you had, was ending.

This was the end, and alternately not the one that Hamish had been expecting. If you were leaving university behind you, in the reflection of your rear view mirror, he would be left standing, alone and broken hearted.

It’s the kind of cold, fogs up the windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

“Goodbye Hamish.” It felt like a cruel lyric that would be used in a song, a line you’d harmonise on stage.

Getting into the drivers seat, you allowed yourself a first and last glance through the chilled glass, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill.

He was a good man, there were great things ahead of Hamish Duke. But none of that included you, this was his journey now, you had already made the choice of yours.

And this was the price of it, the freezing of your heart; the truest and purest love that you had ever felt. No matter, you had already paid it, and caused pain for both Hamish and yourself.

There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

Turning the ignition on, you proceeded to drive past everything that you had ever known, all that you had love for.

The smallest distance seared a wrenching ache within your chest. It felt like a punishment for putting yourself first for once, it made you concerned, surely it shouldn’t have.

The car’s slow pace had Hamish biting his lip, containing any of his avid disagreements to this. He understood your priority, respected it even, but none of that made watching you leave any easier.

If anything, it gave him an urge to turn and head to a bar or something of the sort. But he remained, his heart sinking lower as you got further from his line of sight.

It shouldn’t have heart him as much as it did. It was common knowledge that first loves weren’t eternal. Time would only help him accept that cruel fact, or so he thought.

So we could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

Hamish’s body was under bliss, he had found his solace once more. He fit perfectly upon your nude form, it felt like his soul was rebuilding itself.

But he had to remember that you were only here for the weekend, you’d soon be gone again. And he would fall apart all over, just like the first time.

“Babe.” The blonde moaned, his hands intertwining with yours, he had missed more than just pleasure from your entanglements. He had beyond missed the entirety of your being.

The name that you were keen to lap from the tip of his theoretical tongue was a misplaced comfort. It shouldn’t however have the effect of such comfort, not when the pair of you were claiming to have been trying your hardest to move past what you had once been.

It was an old and tiring routine, that you were prone to returning to. The sinful actions were bad for each of your mental health, but it felt right to argue against it.

 The wisest decision would be to forget Hamish, and every notion he inclined you to feel, but it was too difficult, especially when he had you seeing orgasmic stars.

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

“Aren’t you seeing any old friends from university this Christmas?” The question was poised by your mother, she was far too concerned by the fact that since your arrival you had hardly left the house.

It was even blurred by snow outside, not too much to the point where you’d have to be shovelling it from the porch, but it was enough. It was beautiful, perfect for this time in the season.

In fact, you loved the snow. But the memories that bombarded your mind from the wonderful weather had your mind rolling back to Hamish, specifically how blue his eyes appeared amongst the frosted surroundings.

The thought had you sniffling, holding in a post breakup breakdown from your mother’s eyes. She thought you were sick, demanding that you get something for ‘that runny nose of yours, it could be contagious’.

And the road looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

The exact second that you entered your car, your hands sternly hit the steering world. Were you not allowed to follow your career through the workings of the world without punishment?

Because it sure felt that way, as though you were being a rebel in a war, however the battlefield was that of your heart. It was tearing slowly, and had been over the entirety of your hopeful escapade.

It cried regularly to be united back with Hamish, to its rightful home. It was suffering from separation anxiety from him, clouding the gaps in your brain and making them think about the tall, handsome man alone.

And the road taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Every time that you were in your car, it felt like you were leaving home all over again, and Hamish would be standing by, with his upset aura, trying his hardest to keep himself together.

It was the worst feeling, knowing that exiting town was essentially the same as stabbing him in the heart. There was no feeling worse than knowing that you had hurt Hamish, you still felt more than something for him.

Whenever you’d come by of a weekend, which was every couple of months, occasionally each few, you’d take the pill of seeing him. But not too long ago, you’d realised how cruel the self invitation really was.

He had been growing used to life without you, and then you’d reappear, lounging in his bed, only to rip away from him and cause a terrible ache in his heart when you’d return to your performing duties. It was unfair, so you refused this month to allow him to know that you were back, otherwise the painful pattern would only continue, and there’d never be an end to it.

I parked my car between the Methodist

And the school used to be ours

Belgrave university was right beside the pharmacy, it only made you feel actually sick. The memories from the school were returning, there were so many of them, it was as though they were trying to anchor you in the snow as you stepped out of your car.

Almost all of them included Hamish, he was the main attraction of the university anyways. But perhaps you had stood there reminiscing longer than you should have, because it seemed that you had drawn some unwanted attention.

Hamish. He was walking from the entrance, a sombre expression had been held upon his face until he saw you. And then his face was rivalled with hope and confusion, you hadn’t informed him that you were back yet.

He’d already expected you to be returning for the holidays, mostly for your family, however, you hadn’t told him, and from the wideness of your eyes, the realisation kicked into his instinct. You had had no intention to.

But he continued to walk towards you anyways, trying his best not to smile and coo at the adorableness of your red nose.

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

The thought of making a leg for it, sprinting as far away as possible, or getting back into your car and steering away certainly crossed your mind.

This interaction was certainly not a miracle of the season, it felt like a curse, ascending from hell itself. You hadn’t wanted to see him, but the universe had interfered and made a collaboration.

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me

However every time you came and left, this building confrontation had been avoided, with you packing your suitcase for the umpteenth time, zipping each of your mouths shut and hearing nothing but the sound of the wheels rolling across the concrete of your family’s driveway.

Now, to contradict it all, the pair of you were stood upon even ground, it wasn’t outside of either of your homes, it was strangely the perfect place for this. And you found your dread slightly dissipating, aware that this was always going to happen, the road had just ended.

We could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

He was confused as to what to say or do. This was the first instance that he had seen you again in a place other than in his sheets, it was overwhelming.

“You haven’t been answering my messages.” His tone was calm, but in it, pain was presented, his sad blue eyes also justified that aspect of his aura. “Here for another weekend?”

It came across as less pleasant than he had anticipated, he was stressed to say the least. Something happened to him, it was out of the ordinary, he had wanted to speak to someone, and the first person that had came to his mind was you.

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

Wringing your hands at the sound of his voice, it was visible that his presence made you nervous. That wasn’t what he wanted at all, he already scared himself after that sheathing of wolf fur wrapped itself around him and chose him as its vessel. His intent wasn’t to make you mirror his discomfort.

And so he uncrossed his arms, putting them into his trouser pockets and tried to look as relaxed as his exterior could fathom.

“I’m staying with my parents, it’s the holidays and all. Had to come home somewhen.”

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

But you knew, that it was all to return to him. That was the universe’s plan for you, if you ever tried to get away, it’d only force you to reconnect once again. There was no escape, and a part of you was not complaining about that.

The other however was outrageous, nothing could ever be easy, it all drifted down shore from the plan, the ultimate dream. Using your voice to sing was the goal, however here you were instead, mentally cursing and dragging the name of the planet through the darkness inhabited in your neurons.

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

And the road not taken looks real good now

Right now, all you wished was to stay. His smile was inviting you to do, and so you stepped cautiously towards Hamish, hands going to his face and pressing the pads of your fingers to his cold cheeks.

Snow began to fall, but you could care less. It already felt like there was a blizzard forcing to search for shelter, and here it was, in the body of this one man. He was different from the rest, he was your road, the one you wanted to continue on, rather than drive away from.

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake

His eyes shut at the contact, it was far more passionate than the times you had seen him during your occasional visits. Don’t get it mistaken, the sex was great, however it was a coping mechanism, rather than a true example of love.

There had been something missing, at first you assumed that it was the lack of labels between the two of you, however you proved yourself wrong after realising that it was the proximity that the pair of you had once had.

The loyalty, the trust, the knowledge that the two of you had traded. It had always been mutual, and so was this heartache, it wasn’t fair for the pair of you to be apart, yet still suffering from more than the distance.

I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends

There was one singular thing that Hamish desired to ask. However it’d be a two way street of cruelness if he allowed it to slip. But if he gave it permission to leave his mouth, then perhaps it would be a different story.

Everything could go back to normal, the way things had been. Except from him of course, he was forever changed, he was the house to a creature so unbelievable, yet proven real, that he could not just dispose of it. That would end in his death if he were to split from this monster within him.

But he would also die if he had to be distanced mentally from you any longer. He took one long stride of his leg, cupping the edges of your face, and clashed the two of your lips against his own. The contact was hungry, needing to swallow any last breaths that could possibly be breathed in each other’s presence.

If he had it his way, he wouldn’t break the unison against you, however he had to, otherwise he would surely have to catch your tired body, not that that would be the worst thing in the world.

“Stay, don’t go again.” It fell, permitting a moment of silence in the air. This required thought, but the answer could be sudden, if it were, then that would be the true response that he was seeking. It would be an instinct to remain here, with him, at your home.

Who’ll write books about me if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul

It made a sigh tumble from the hollow of your throat, as though you were shocked by his defiance and desire. However you were not, the grand query was to come to pass sometime, it had been eventual, until now.

He had finally ripped the band aid from the soreness upon his beating chest, and done so to your own. He had opened the wound, allowing it to breathe in the surrounding air, making your own hitch as you thought of an appropriate reply.

It wasn’t professional to be so swayed by his proposition, however, what about all that you wanted to accomplish? The career you were pursuing, the town of Belgrave wouldn’t be so kind to permit you the reputation you were seeking. 

“I don’t know what to say.” The truth left your lips, the mind that was being stalled by all the possibilities, the two paths that were duelling for your footsteps, was suffering from total confliction. There was no easy answer, either way, you were to be giving something you loved up.

Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’

And the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own

“How about yes?” He was desperate to hear it, the confirmation that you would remain with him through the tough time that he was painfully living through. Your absence, albeit how it was completely your choice, did not help the situation. 

Hamish needed someone that not only he could rely on and trust, but would help him. Somebody whom could keep him in touch with his human side, and away from the likening to alcohol that he had picked up upon now that he was legal to purchase it himself.

“Okay. I’ll stay for a little, but no promises to it being permanent.” You had been swayed by not only his engorging blue eyes, but also the pain, the pleading that echoed behind them. He was desperate for you to remain with him, and you feared for his mental health if you didn’t compromise.

To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know

We could call it even

Even though I’m leaving

The pin had dropped, the choice had been made. The sacrifice bled out from your heart, the same red as the sheets that were currently around you. Hamish stared up at the ceiling, his hand softly stroking the skin of your shoulder.

“It’s funny, every time that we spend the weekend together like this, I tell my mum that I’m seeing an old friend from school.” The sound of your voice pursed a smile to Hamish’s face, he huffed a small, almost wolfish laugh.

“That’s kind of the truth, if you think about it.” He pulled you closer, placing a slow yet short kiss upon your lips, to which you reciprocated. This had been the best choice that you could have made, for not only the man nestled in the bed beside you, but also yourself.

And I’ll be yours for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season

We could call it even

It was both a selfish and selfless call that you had taken. One that perhaps one day, you would kick yourself for making, but right now, you held no regret to it. Hamish had been your first love, and fate had it so that he would also be your last.

“My mum would be over the moon to know that I was with you rather than one of the girls that I took bio with.” She had forever been fond of Hamish, even before the two of you had became an item. Even your father had a likening to the young man. The pair would pleased that the two of you were still in communications.

“What are we now?” He asked seriously, he had reeled enough answers from you for one day, however it was another thing that he would have liked to know. He didn’t merely want you to be his only over the weekend, he wanted it to return to the way it all was, before your first departure, he’d ensure that you had already taken your last ticket out of town.

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

“Us, I suppose. The equals to one another, as we always were.” His dimples showed at the clarity that you provided. Until he felt a pain in his back, it cracked up through his spine as he felt it begin again.

The dreaded transition, the curse was sparking to life in the worst possible moment. He needed you to be away from him, if he harmed you, then that would surely kill him. He couldn’t have a mark from his own hand upon you, it would be against his will, but the blood would have still been drawn by himself.

I’m staying at my parents’ house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

Hamish’s sudden seating in bed had you frowning, your hand caressed his his shoulder, however he snarled at your touch, harshly shrugging you off from him. To say you were worried was an understatement, in the light of the afterglow, he had always been quiet and calm, but this was something you had never witnessed. 

If you believed in anything beyond this world, perhaps you’d have suspected he was possessed by something greatly evil and controlling. But they were all tales, fiction and fairy tales that were drawn into illusions and dreams.

“Are you okay?” He wasn’t, and if he didn’t get space from you, then you too would be suffering. And so he spat the only thing that he could think of to get you to spook, to run far away from him.

Now I���m missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

“I’ve changed my mind. Leave!” It was as though he roared the words at you, and he had you in a haste to scramble for your clothes and leave his room. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of it. But he knew that he had been too greedy, he couldn’t be alive with this horrible circumstance that was inside of him and have you. 

It may not have been fair, but it was the safest route. In the end, he had figured it out, you couldn’t help him with this. He didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t want you to know that he was a monster. 

You never believed in the supernatural anyways, and that was now for the best. It would make you safer, and more importantly, have faith that he was just a jerk, not some killer that hunted under the full moon.

And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown

You had escaped from your hometown. But Hamish would always draw you back, one way or another...

[writing-hound]

Written in the Sand:

Summary: Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her friends had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. Her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, and bold, chose her under the very unusual circumstances.

Reading/Pairing: Hamish Duke X Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 806 words

Warnings: Really none at this point.

A/N: Hello! This story is gonna be a long one with multiple parts. How many? I don’t know yet. Mazikeen is my character, I own her, and so, you know, don’t steal her. The picture is one off of google, and the hide is made from the new site coming out called Wolvden! Hope you guys enjoy this! I am putting a lot of thought into this story so let’s hope I don’t get unmotivated lmfao

This is Mazikeen Sage! Instead of the grey-ish eyes, she has Ice blue ones! Her wolf form however, does have those colored eyes shown below on this reference picture!

This is Spitfire! Picture this as a hide and how the wolves look on the show!

Hide: Part one

I’ve always wondered what was behind the creaky old door of the old abandoned house on Magnolia drive. The windows were boarded up, but not well. It looked as if whoever did it was in a great hurry. I had assumed the doors would be locked, so I never even tried to go in the spooky looking house. 

Until tonight.

Tonight was the only night when I almost chickened out on a dare. And I never really chicken out of one. I looked back at my supposed friends at the time who had dared me to go in. They reminded me of tantalizing snakes, whispering that ‘everything was gonna be okay’ and ‘not to worry’. 

Damn was I ever a fool.

Passing the threshold, I gave a shiver. The ones where you know you aren’t supposed to be there, or that you’re doing something wrong. I ignored it as I went in deeper, going towards the once-grand staircase that lazily winds around. As I walked up the creaky steps, I looked around at the undisturbed dust and items.

Must have been here for centuries! I thought, probably being off with the timeline. I ascended the stairs slowly, looking up and down the hallway. I decided to go right, there was a single door there, looming, and seeming to guard secrets.

I opened the door, it gave a loud and unsettling groan, protesting against the use. Inside the room was furniture covered in aged off-white sheets, termite-eaten wood furniture, and an old, square box in the center, up against the wall between two boarded up windows. 

Curios about the box, I walked over. The box was beautiful for how long it was there. It had delicate carvings that looked fierce, with it’s once vibrant cherry wood. On top was a deep red leather bound book with a layer of dust on it. I picked it up and began to read the first section, the writing in small, rushed handwriting.

December 19

I tried to tell them. But it never seemed right at the time. I should’ve when I had the chance, and now they are all dead. What am I gonna do? Running isn’t an option. No matter where I run, the ringing always finds me.

It is inevitable to say the least. This… Hide makes me do things when that happens. That dreadful ringing. 

I skipped ahead in the book, where there was different handwriting, one seeming like it was written by a female.

April 9th

Spitfire has a way of wanting to do things her way. She is unpredictable that way. When I first accepted the call, I found out rather quickly that when my family was threatened, she didn’t like it. 

When it became apparent that, on top of my own maternal instincts, it fueled her fire. I enjoy it, actually. Today I tracked down a black magic user, one who didn’t know what they were doing actually, and slain them.

That handwriting abruptly stopped. There were a few entries before this one with similar handwriting, but after that, nothing more of it. Swirling cursive caught my attention, making me read another entry.

July 3

Today is the day we execute our plan. Our plan might prove fatal, but it’s what needs to be done to ensure future knights their safety. The magic users are getting more and more advanced, making all of us shift more frequently. It’s not the best plan we have had, but it will have to do. 

Later this evening we, the rest of the pack, will have to go and get in positions. So, Charlie, if you ever find this and I never returned, just know that I love you and I am doing this to protect you. Take care of our daughter, and make sure she never knows of this burden.

I sat there, tears springing to my eyes as I read that last part. But one question rose in my mind. What are they talking about?

I was so lost in thought I barely noticed the box thumping, like something wants to get set free. “What the hell?” I asked myself, leaning closer to take a look. My mind screamed at me to run, but my curiosity rooted me to the ground. All of a sudden, the lid of the box flew open, and all was silent.

I peered into the black abyss of the box, only to get thrown back by a force so strong and crushing, it hurt. Pain seared into me as I struggled to move. A smoky and sickly sweet scent flooded my nostrils as I thrashed. Oddly enough it reminded me of campfires and s’mores. My skin burned and crawled as I let out an ear splitting scream. I couldn’t move.

Then, all at once, blackness enveloped me into its’ welcoming embrace.

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Rut (Part 5) (Final)

A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Part 4, please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: talks of sex, talks of blood, a little angst, fluff, cursing, make out session, werewolves?

Word Count: 1067

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Bliss. That's all you remember when you woke up in Hamish's room. The sun filtering through the blinds on the window, blinding you slightly. Your head is pounding and your body is so sore. You could barely move, your limbs feel like 100 pound weights. At first, you are confused, what happened to you. Why do you feel like this. Then, a flood of memories of last night resurface. Hamish. You could still feel his touch on your skin, and how burned you skin as he went. His eyes primal, and yet, so loving. You shivered at that thought and smiled. You look around the room and see Hamish sitting at his desk, no shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. He was intensely focused on the paper he was reading. He picked up his pen, wrote something down on it and placed the paper in a stack with other papers on his desk.

You start to sit up, and feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You let out a hiss, and placed your hand on your shoulder, which you realize is bandaged. You remember that Hamish had bit you there, but you don't remember it being hard. You remember a tingle from the bite, and that's all. You here a squeak and looked up. Hamish taken a break from his paper work and turned his chair towards you.

You glanced over to him, his face was unreadable. He watched you as you got comfortable in the bed. You gave him a smile. He smiled back but it was a sad smile, like he was hurting. He bent over and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers together. He looked down at the floor and took a deep breath.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, head still looking down.

"A little sore, I suppose..." You responded, honestly.

You could see Hamish tense up, then relax. He nodded as he sat up.

"You don't have to lie to me.... If you are in serious pain, tell me, and I will get you some medication. " He said in a more serious tone.

"I'm not lying. Why would I need to?"  You answered honestly

Even though you had a high pain tolerance; you knew when to give in to medications. You necessarily didn't like taking them, but you weren't stupid.

"To spare my feelings, I don't know. I don't know how you think."

You started to get a little upset. You tried to sit up a little straighter, but winced, once again, when you moved your shoulder. Hamish sighed, stood up, and walked over to you. He gently helped you get into a better sitting position. Even though he was being gentle, you still winced anytime he touched you. You tried to hide it, but he noticed. You knew he did. Once you got situated, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

"See..." He began, not looking at you in the eyes, but off to the side. It was like he was avoiding you. "...you need medication.. I wi-" Hamish was saying, before you interrupted him.

"Hamish, I am fine. I am sore, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Hamish finally looks at you, his blue eyes glossing over, as if he was about to cry.

"Y/N, you were unconscious, when I came out of my rut. There are bruises covering your body. There was blood everywhere.", He looks at your bandaged shoulder, "I thought I had killed you.."

You took your hand and, gently, turned his face back towards yours, "But you didn't Hamish, I survived and I don't blame you.."

He looked at you in the eyes, "Why did you do it?"

"Because I love you..."

"I could've killed you.."

"I know..."

Hamish nostrils flared as he pursed his lips together, "Why are you okay with this?"

You looked away for a moment and then back at him, "Because I was saving you. I couldn't let you die"

Hamish took a deep breath and looked out the window. You could tell he was getting aggravated. You acted impulsively, and he hated that. You took his hand into yours. Hamish glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Hamish... please look at me..." You asked softly.

He stared out the window a moment longer then looked at you, "When you were lying there, I didn't know what to do..." He shook his head as he looked down. "I can't lose you, Y/N."

You give him a small smile, "You won't Hamish, I promise..."

"How can you promise that?" He asked looking at you, "You can't promise that.."

He had a point. You can't promise something, that you aren't sure if the outcome. You may die after this school year is over. You didn't know, and neither did he.

You take his hand, " You are right, I can't promise that. I can promise that I will stay with you as long as, God or whoever, sees fit. "

Hamish squeezes your hand and looks down at them. Oh, how you wish you could know what's going on in that brilliant mind of his. how you wish you could ease every doubt that he has. You see he finally gives a small smiles then looks up at you.

"I love you, Y/N" Hamish confesses.

You smile back, "I love you too, Hamish."

He smiles more, and leans in to give you a kiss. His lips are soft and sweet. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Your arm was on fire, but you ignored it. He kissed you deeper, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. You both battle for dominance, but you give in. Every part of you on fire, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. That burn was short lived, when he slowly pulls away from you, and sits up. You pout a little, missing the burn. He chuckled as he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey, where ya going?" You ask, not wanting him to leave.

"I am just going to make some brunch for you. I'll be back" He opened the door, and started to walk out

"Wait!" You said in slight alarm. Hamish stopped and looked at you. "I love you!" You smiled.

Hamish smiled back, "I love you too"  Hamish walked out the door and shut it behind him.

You couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have Hamish in your life.

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A/N: Hi again! I hope you enjoyed this series! I had a really fun time writing it! I am considering doing a continuing series, so let me know if you would want that! Thank you all so much for reading!!

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[agent-absinthe]

Honeyed Pt.5

I heard it was Kinktober so uuuhhhh here ya go, take a fucking sip babes.

Eggsy and Elise sat inside a small café in the mall, bags sitting around the table as the two choked on their coffee from laughing at each other.  After brunch they were going to head back to the house to look through everything and then take the dogs for a run.

“Fuck, you are the best.  Merlin couldn’t have picked a better baby.  Seriously!  Ya gotta tell me though, mate- how is he?  Ya know…”

She giggled, “so good.  Fuck, Eggsy I mean this morning he made me finish without touching me.  I’ve got a bruise on my ass that still kinda hurts but it’ll fade.”

“Spanking?”  He raised an eyebrow and sipped on his coffee.

“Ya, I uh, took another shift and wasn’t able to talk to him a lot the other day.  I guess that meant I needed to be ‘punished’?  I don’t know, I mean I kind of enjoyed it.”  

Elise pushed the eggs she was eating around her plate, heat rising to her cheeks as she suddenly felt out of her element.  She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the bruise yet, how she felt about being ‘punished’ because sexually it was amazing- all in good fun- but, that had not been his intention when he did it.  Hamish wanted it to hurt her while it happened, the sudden realization that she had actually been disciplined like a child made something curl in Elise’s stomach that she loathed.  Shame.

“Does he- does he hit you?”  Eggsy said it dead serious, now looking at her more intently.

“What?  No!  He just-” she sighed and decided to show him instead of saying anything, sitting her phone down on the table instead of typing on it.

“What?”

“Just wait.”

As they finished up their brunch 15 minutes had passed and Elise’s phone had gone off at least 9 times.  It made Eggsy roll his eyes.

“Oi, he’s one a those kind then ain’t he?  The needy kind.  Never pegged him as that sort.  Oh well, but as long as he don’t treat you bad.  Don’t matter how much money someone offers you, babe don’t ever let ‘em make ya feel shitty.”  

She grinned at him.  Oh, they were going to be best friends.

~

“Hamish, she’s perfect for you, really and so diligent.  Keep helping her pay tuition and maybe she could come work for the company.  She’d make an excellent analyst.”  Harry and Hamish were sitting at the table enjoying some after dinner drinks and watching their young lovers have fun.

They were in an upscale nightclub, Harry and Eggsy had flown over to celebrate another win for the company and six months of Hamish and Elise’s arrangement.  Everything was going so well, Elise looking happier and feeling better than she had in years, Hamish much the same.  He couldn’t help but smile watching them drunkenly spin around the dance floor.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowin’ what it was.  I will not give you up this time~

Eggsy and Elise were cheek to cheek and singing along as best they could.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love.  Fighting against all odds, I know we’ll be alright this time~

“They’re cute, aren’t they?”  Hamish asked, his voice sounding wistful like he was thinking out loud instead of asking Harry a question.  

Harry noticed the way he was staring at Elise.  Remembering the night he met Eggsy in a club much like this, the same dazed expression on his face as Hamish had on his now.  His friend was getting attached quickly and he knew before long Hamish was going to give in to his emotions and ask her to be in a relationship rather than this kind of arrangement, he only prayed that Elise felt the same.  

“Quite cute.  I think Eggsy is going to start getting sick rather soon, so we should get going back to the hotel.  I hope you two make it home safely, give the dogs my love.”

It was also time for them to go and as soon as they were in the car Elise had her head against the window, humming and on the verge of sleep.  Hamish reached over and rubbed his hand up her thigh to get her attention, when she turned and smiled at him the streetlights caught her face and lit up her eyes even more- it made his breath catch.  She had him wrapped around her finger, he wondered if she would use that to her advantage if she knew just how far he would go to make sure she was happy.

“So, did ye have fun?”

“Oh my gosh!  So much fun!  Eggsy said they would be back in a few weeks for some kind of company dinner, I can’t wait to see him again.”  

Hamish licked his lips and took her hand in his, trying to steady himself- “Speaking of the company dinner-“

“Hmm?”

“It’s more of a Gala.  Posh, upper class- ye know all the things ye hate… I want ye to be my date for it.  It’s very relaxed, great food you’ll love it.”

The happy, drunk haze that she was in suddenly cleared and Elise bit at her lip in worry.  God, she knew this would happen eventually, it was practically part of the checklist for being a SB:  Arm Candy.  The problem was that Elise didn’t feel like arm candy material, she was just a good fuck and entertaining company.  How the fuck did he expect her to make him look good at a GALA?

“Are you sure?  I mean you don’t want someone a little more, I don’t know- polished?”

Merlin laughed at her reaction and brought her hand up to his lips, “no, I want ye there with me, it’ll be fine.  We can go dress shoppin’ tomorrow, get some shoes and jewelry while we’re at it.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa that’s a lot.  Like, jewelry is a bit much don’t you think?  I don’t want you spending a lot on me, especially if I’ll only wear it once.”

“Come now, doll.  If ye say yes I’ll let ye top tonight when we get home.”

A small gasp, “Really?”

“Yes.”

There was the sound giddy anticipation and a seat belt clicking off followed shortly by a hand undoing his belt.  Wet kisses pressed along his jawline until the grip on the steering wheel tightened, when her hand wrapped around his cock the grip turned white knuckled.  Getting to ride was a rare treat since Hamish liked being in control most of the time, but in her current haze Elise felt her brattiness rising and it made her hellbent on getting what she wanted.  And she wanted to ride him in the car, now.  She adored doing things in this expensive fucking car, especially when she was in an intoxicated state, much like now, and the leather of the seats felt even more luxurious than they already were.

“I don’t want to wait until we’re home.”

“Stop bein’ a brat.  It’s f-five more minutes- fuck, love if you don’t stop I won’t make it till we get home.”

A whine, “just pull over.  We can make it fun, pretend I’m a hitchhiker you picked up at the bar and I can give you a sloppy blowjob outside of the car...on my knees...in the dirt.”

“Jesus-” Hamish let out a shaky breath and peeled one hand off the wheel to wrap in her hair and pull her from his neck, “you certainly are in a filthy mood tonight, but ye don’t have ta be outside on yer knees to do that, dove.”

Elise practically buzzed with excitement as she repositioned herself- knees on the seat and ass up so she could lean over the console and take him into her mouth with such vigor it made Hamish laugh. “Poor thing, you act like I don’t let ye suck my cock as much as ye want.  Then again maybe that is all ye really want to be, a cute little cock warmer.”    

The only response was a deep moan that vibrated in her throat and it was all Hamish needed to take one hand off the wheel and peel up her dress, thankful now that she had worn it despite his objection that it was too short and tight and that people would be all over her.  Which they were, but he was the only one taking her home to fuck her senseless so they could stare all they wanted.  How wet and warm she was already only made him go faster, her lips slick with it as he rubbed them through the thong, pushing it aside to slide a finger along the slit and then delve into her so agonizingly slow that Elise came up for air and almost sobbed.

“Daddy-”

“Ye have better things to do with that mouth than speak.”  He snapped hooking his fingers inside her and giving a hard tug for emphasis.

A small giggle at his breathless anger before she went back to doing something useful with her mouth, working harder to make it extra sloppy how she knew he liked it but will never admit because he’s still somewhat of a gentleman in bed.  Elise planned on breaking him of that if it was the last thing she did.  Spit was running out of the corners of her mouth to roll down his balls and soak into the pants and the noises- absolutely fucking obscene.  

“Finally.”  Hamish took a sharp turn into the drive way and pulled Elise off him by the hair to put the car in park.

He threw open the door to get out when Elise gripped his shirt and yanked him back into his seat so she could climb onto him.  And with one leg propped outside the Jag for stability and the other folded against his thigh she slid down with a satisfied, loud moan.

“Dirty girl, what will the neighbors think if they hear us out here?”

“We can get out and you can bend me over the hood if you’d rather they be able to see us too.”

“God, I love it when ye get like this.”

Hamish anchored his hands on her ass, but let her stay in control with the riding as she went harder, coming down on him with a distinct and wet clap that echoed in the night.  There would be indents in the leather of the headrest from her nails after.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-” Elise broke down into a mess when her orgasm hit her and instead of letting her ride it out on her own Hamish took the opportunity to regain control.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed onto the top of the steering wheel with the other for leverage as he thrust into her sharply.  His own peak approaching far more quickly than he would have liked, maybe the roadhead hadn’t been such a great idea.  

“Oh god, Elise fuck-”

“Do it, do it, do it.  Cum for me daddy, please.  Please.”

With his face buried in her to muffle his moans that came out far louder than hers Hamish pressed against her harder while he finished, incidentally also pressing her against the horn.  The shouts of several angry neighbors were the only things that brought them down from their highs as they laughed.  Elise wrapped her arms arounds around him as he did her, face still nuzzled into her chest.  He kissed the bare skin there tasting salt and sex, and muffling his words as he whispered them.

“I love you.”

“Hmm?”  Aw there was his Elise, sweet and sleepy after getting all of that filth out of her system.

“Nothin’ lass.  Now come on, le’s get ye inta bed- we have a big day of shoppin’ to do tomorrow.”  

The next morning Elise found herself extremely out of her element in a high end dress shop sporting Vera Wang posters and no price tags- never a good sign.  The clerk knew, she had to have known what they were because she gave Elise that all too familiar pretentious look of ‘fucking sugar baby’ immediately followed by ‘God, we don’t even have your size here’.  Never the less she met them with a smile and eagerness that could only come from commission based pay.

“Good morning!  How are you doing today?  What are we shopping for?  Anything special?”

Elise opened her mouth to-

“We’re attending a gala in a few weeks.  She needs somethin’ black and flattering with heels to match.”  He looked down at her with a smile, “right?”

“Yes?”

“Good, now I have ta go next door to the jewelers, take care of her please.”

“Oh of course, let’s see what we can find!”  

Elise was turned around looking at some obnoxious mermaid fit gowns when she heard Hamish lean down and whisper to the attendant something along the lines of “don’t tell her how much anything costs, if she leaves here happy I’ll give ye a 20% tip”.  Holy shit did that change things because before she knew what was happening the attendant was complimenting her hips.

“You have such a lovely frame!  Although it isn’t one we see often in here… but I think an A-Frame cocktail dress would fit nicely...you can walk in heels, right?”

“Yes, I can.  Uh, how much does one of these usually go for though-”

“Oh, look at this one with lace accents!”

Four dresses and maybe one too many mimosas and mini quiches later Elise felt like she was going to have a nervous breakdown.  The dresses were all gorgeous, flirty, and young- exactly what Hamish had wanted, yet not what she felt comfortable in.  She didn’t want that.  Didn’t want to show up to a Gala as a pretty, dumb armpiece and be stared at like the play thing that everyone would think of her as.  Eggsy would be there, thank goodness, but without him what was she supposed to do?  Stand around with Hamish, just smile and nod like a good little girl being shown off?  How did she let herself get sold into this-

“Are you ok, Elise?  Do you not like this one?  Not what you want?”

Elise blinked and looked at the reflection, “No, no it’s gorgeous.  I just- I don’t want to look the part, I wanna look like I belong there, ya know?”

She made desperate eye contact, praying that the attendant would understand what she meant.  To her relief, “Danielle” according to her name tag, nodded slowly.

“We can do that.  We just got some lovely gowns in and I know a sheer one that will make your…date forget about the cocktail dress.” And then softer as she took hold of Elise’s hand, “I see a lot of other girls much less polite than you come in here with the same type of man as yours, going to even bigger events.  Trust me, you’re gonna do fine.”

She smiled and squeezed, “Thank you.”

The look on Merlin’s face was…surprised when she showed him the floor length dress in the box, but the smile on Elise’s and her approval of the jewelry made him forget he had ever suggested a cocktail dress.  That was it.  The hard part was over and as far as Elise was concerned she now had a few weeks to learn as much about the company as she could.  Stocks, ethical business practices, taxes, heads of departments- if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.    

~

“What do you think about the current state of the Kingsman stocks and the company outlook?”  Percival asked, his gin and tonic lying forgotten in his hand as he and several others looked to Elise for her answer.

“Well, considering the fact that it’s been over six months since the company began its partnership with Microsoft I think it may be hitting that plateau of investing interest.  The stocks will probably fall a little, but I think Kingsman is in good enough health to afford to pay off some extra dividends and get that enticement back up.  Maybe offer a special deal to college students, they already love the brand and any promise of growth in their lives is always a welcome one.  I mean just by getting out there and talking about it on campuses could generate more cash flow than we have coming in from current holders.”

Elise took another drink of her cocktail and smiled at the sharply dressed business men, who nodded their approval and drank with her.  Hamish had deposited her at the bar and went off to deal with some formal business matters, his colleagues becoming very curious about who Merlin was carrying around on his arm.  Percival had not expected an actual answer out of her, then again if anyone was going to bring in a gorgeous girl that knew her shit it was Merlin.  He was currently leaning against a table talking about quarterly results with several of their biggest stockholders including Joseph Hesketh, who was quick to ask about his date.

“She’s a cute little thing isn’t she?  Looks a bit young too, Hamish I didn’t take you as the uh, cradle robbing type.  Not following in Hart’s footsteps are you?”  Joseph’s eyes locked on to Eggsy across the showroom floor, the sugar baby brat was in line for a promotion that his son should be getting instead.

Merlin was on his fourth dram of good scotch so the insult didn’t sting as much as it should have, “She’s 23, tha’s not exactly a cradle robbing age.”

“My apologies, where did you find her?  She looks like she’s getting comfortable over there with Percival, seems quite friendly.”  He said it with a laugh, nodding to the bar where Elise had her hand over her mouth giggling at something the Software Developer said.

Hamish immediately scowled, his buzz turning his own insecurities to irrational anger in seconds, he huffed and turned back to Joseph downing the last bit of his drink before answering the question.

“Elise just likes to please, probably laughing at one of his fucking computer puns-“

He watched them talk excitedly to one another for several more minutes until Percival excused himself and Elise put a hand on his forearm as they said goodbye- an innocent gesture of friendliness.  Merlin took it as anything but.    

Elise was back at square one of sipping her drink alone when a younger man who didn’t seem so impressed with her knowledge slid across the bar to her side.  He was handsome- curly hair, sharp cheekbones, a jaw of marble- and apparently didn’t realize who she walked in with.

“And who’s date are you then?  Must have cost him a fortune to have you all dressed up, although I will say the company knowledge is a very good touch.”

“Pardon me?”  Elise prayed she heard him wrong, her heart beginning to beat faster.

“Oh, drop the act.  Half of these old bastards in here have an escort or a whore on their arms instead of their wives.  You look far too uncomfortable in those diamonds and dress to be used to anything and I don’t see a name tag on you which means you are not part of the American sales team, obviously.  So the question still stands; are you an escort or are you a whore?”

She was caught in the headlights.  Eyes wide, heart hammering.  Was it that obvious that she didn’t fucking belong in here in these clothes?  Was she that much of a low class fuck up?  

“Oi!  Charlie, how ‘bout you back the fuck up there, bruv.  Maybe try not to be such a posh fuckin’ prat, ya?”  Oh, Eggsy.  Thank fuck Eggsy.

This only made Charlie laugh, “Ah!  A sugar baby!  That was my next choice.  Ugh, do you lot just run in packs now?  God, I have to know who’s willing to pay to try and pull a Pretty Woman on you though.  Is it Bors?  I bet it’s Bors-”  

Eggsy was aggressively protective of Elise, he remembered his first time being thrown to these wolves and dammit if he was going to let Charlie fucking Hesketh ruin Elise’s night.  He was prepared to make an absolute scene and embarrass the fuck outta Charlie, luckily there was no need for that because right at that time Hamish was making his way to them.  The look on his face less than pleased.  Elise didn’t notice it though all she knew was that he was coming for her and she wouldn’t have to stand around like a lost puppy.  

“Hamish!  Honey, Eggsy was just introducing me to one of the other U.K agents!”

The sudden terror on Hesketh’s face was enough to make Eggsy put a hand to his mouth to try and stifle the laugh that was going to bubble up.    

“Hesketh, your father’s asking for ye, best go see to it.  And Eggsy, Harry is around here somewhere, go keep him out of trouble, please.”    

“Of course!  Lovely meeting your date, sir!”  Charlie turned sharply and drug his feeble date along with him.

“Thank goodness you came back, I missed you.  I was starting to get really uncomfortable, these people are vultures- ah!  Hamish stop, Hamish that hurts.”

He had a possessive hand around her upper arm, blunt nails biting into her skin as they paced across the room, Merlin’s long and now quick gait made Elise have to hold up the front of her dress so that she wouldn’t tread on it.

“I do not appreciate you disrespecting me like that.”

“Disrespecting you? How?”  Elise felt like she had somehow been dropped into a nightmare.  What the fuck was happening?  

“Y’ were flirting.

Ah, Percival.  She rolled her eyes, "How? How was I flirting? I was trying to make a good impression!”  

The hand around her arm tightens, nails now cutting into the skin.  Hamish would wake up tomorrow with dried blood under his nail and have no memory of where it came from.  He pulled her closer to him and fixed his gaze on her, eyes heavy and dark with rage.  Fear now joined the growing shame as she looked up at him suddenly painfully aware of how small she was despite the heels that nearly put them on fair ground, but anger was also making its way into her system.

"Why are you acting like this?!"  

"ME? You're the one soliciting with everyone else here!"  

"Soliciting?! Hamish, you told me to socialize! What's wrong? Did you not know I was fucking smart? Did you not think I'd be able to talk to people here? I'm trying to look like someone who belongs here with you and not-" she huff and look down embarrassed, Charlie’s words still echoing in her head.

"Like what? Oh like a paid date?  A whore?"  

"... ya.”  

He tosses her arm down and seethes, "Well that's all you are. I paid for everything on ye and I paid for you.  That makes you mine so, fuckin’ act like it.  Keep your mouth shut, stop flirtin’, and for fuck sake keep your hands to yourself.”

Elise turned her head away and blinked, fuck don’t cry don’t cry it’ll make the scene worse.   Bile was at the back of her throat, chest suddenly so tight she felt like she couldn’t fucking breathe.  Even though no one was watching them, Elise had never felt more humiliated in her life.  No one made her feel more humiliated than Merlin had just now, the whole relationship of trust and intimacy now broken down into labels.  The power dynamic more clear now than ever.

“I need a fuckin’ drink.  When I get back, ye better have lost that attitude.”  Another scotch was definitely not what he needed, but at this rate nothing mattered.

“You’re not who I thought you were.”  Her voice was small and strained from trying not to cry.

Hamish didn’t respond and instead stormed off leaving Elise on her own again.  She couldn’t stay here, not after that- he made it perfectly clear what he thought about their arrangement.  Made it clear that there was not a mutual respect, she was just some young piece of ass he could pay to carry around on his arm when it was convenient.  A panic attack was blooming in her throat, mascara already starting to run and blur her vision.  Elise was able to slip out the patio door before any of her sobs became vocal, how could she have been so fucking stupid?

“Somethin’s wrong.”  Eggsy had seen some of the exchange, saw Elise slip out.  His stomach was in knots.

“Darling, I’m sure everything is fine-“

“No, it ain’t.  Go stall Merlin, I need to make sure that El’s ok.”  

He handed Harry his martini and made for the door leaving the accountant looking a little bewildered.  It was easy enough to find her.  Elise was sitting on the steps leading to the gardens, it was a chilly night and most of the drunk crowd was happy to stay inside where it was warm.  To try and quell her sobs Elise was biting her fist, anything to keep the pathetic sounds from coming up.

“Elise?”  Eggsy knelt beside her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she instantly leaned into him and he held her, “What ‘appened?  Is this about what Charlie said- don’t listen to him!  He’s just a posh snob, don’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

All of his words of comfort fell short as soon as she spoke, “Hamish called me paid for.  Basically said I was just his whore.  Eggsy, I-“

More sobs came up from her lips, but Eggsy already had his phone out to grab her an Uber, one arm still protectively around her shoulders.  

“Shhh, I’ve got ya a ride, they’ll take ya back to Merlin’s so you can get your car.  Go home, take a shower, don’t think about him, love.”

“If I leave-”  Panic showed plainly on her face.  Panic and fear.

“Hey, ‘arry and I will handle him.  He’s gonna have a lot to answer for tomorrow, what he did was fucked and ya don’t deserve to be treated like that.  Now come on, they should be pullin’ up front soon.”

The poor Uber tried talking to her but eventually just handed her a box of tissues and turned up the music, it was a merciful gesture and she made sure to tip them well.  Once inside Elise could feel the exhaustion and shame seep into her, filling every fiber like she had been infected by something.  After the dress, jewelry, shoes, and lingerie lay neatly folded on a chair in his bedroom she pulled on some spare clothes she kept at the house and left, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the shower at home and finish crying.

~

Hamish awoke with the faint taste of vomit in his mouth and more churning in his stomach that drove him to the bathroom, a headache soon following.  It was the smell of coffee that finally gave him the strength to get downstairs, expecting to see Elise standing in the kitchen in one of his t-shirts, only to find Harry there instead looking just as hungover and feeding the dogs bacon.  Eggsy was hunched over the table with his phone in his hand looking uncharacteristically sullen.

“God, I feel like shit.  Where’s Elise?”  Hamish blindly took the cup Harry offered him and searched his pockets for his phone.

“How about you drink your coffee and sit down.”  

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“No, no just sit down please.”  Harry’s reply was brisk and he gave a worried glance to Eggsy who looked ready to explode.

After a few minutes of muteness with only the sound of Eggsy’s rapid texting and Harry cooking, Merlin took the bait, “Ye alright, Eggsy?  Ye seem more quiet than normal.”

He didn’t look up from the phone and shrugged, “oh m’fine.  Why would I talk though when Harry just pays me to be here and fuck him?”

“What?  What are ye-“ Hamish started, but then the previous night came hurdling back to him and he realized why Eggsy was being such a brat, “oh, fuck.”

“Oh fuck is right.”

He began scrambling for his phone, panic of the stupid shit he said adding to the knots in his stomach.  Whore he had called her a whore, a paid date, the blood under his nails was hers he-

“I have ta call her, what the fuck have I done?  We need to go to her house now, Harry ye have to help me please, please I fuckin’ love her I don’t know what I’ll do-”

Harry slammed the wooden spoon he was using down and leaned against the counter to gather his rage before looking at Hamish, the look in his eyes not as intense as Eggsy’s but enough to get the Scot’s attention and shut him up.

“No.  If you want to make up with Elise so she doesn’t leave you, which she has every right to after the absolutely barbaric way you acted towards her last night, then you are going to listen to every word I say.  First, you are not going to blow up her phone like a fucking psychopath as I know you have been doing.  Second, if she wants to see you it will be on her terms, and for God sake Merlin do not tell her you love her.”

“Ok, ok.”  He accepted the terms without argument and looked again to Eggsy, “lad I am so sorry-”

An apology was the last straw.

“Do you have any idea what you did?  She was bein’ harassed by Hesketh after you just left her at the bar and then you go and get all fuckin’ pissy because she was talkin’ to some other bloke about company statistics.  I found her cryin’ on the steps outside and when I told her to leave she freaked out like ya were gonna find out and hurt her.  She was terrified, Merlin.  Save your fuckin’ apologies for her.”

Meanwhile Elise was still curled up in bed with swollen eyes and her phone pressed to her chest waiting for Eggsy to text back.

Egg:  U ok babe?

E:  No.  I feel like I’m fucking dying if that’s not too dramatic

Egg:  I know its hard harry and I had a few falling out moments too.... he never called me a whore tho so hamish has a lot more to answer too hes up now by the way and really fuckin hungover lmao  

E:  lmao good.  Has he said anything?

Eggsy looked up from the phone for a moment as Harry sat down their plates to see Hamish blatantly staring at him because he just knew who the boy was textinig and it made his thumbs itch.

Egg:  Honestly?  he cried and said how stupid he was and tha harry and i HAVE to help him because he loves you

She rolled her eyes.  Of course he would wait until he fucked up bad enough to pull that card.  It did bring on a fresh batch of tears because god she wanted him to be telling the truth.

E:  Pft.  Ofc he waits till now to say it.

Egg:  Do you want to try to work this out with him babe?  cause I wont try to make you and I can tell him right now to piss off

Elise sniffed and wiped her eyes trying to steady her breathing before she replied:  I want to try and work it out, but I need a few days.  Can you be there when we meet?

Egg:  ya ya of course

~

Elise had agreed to meet in three days on her terms and turf.  She figured that would be long enough for him to calm down and realize that he could get a better piece of ass and that he didn’t really love her.  She expected, even hoped that on the day they were supposed to come to her home he would cancel.  It made her heart ache, but her mother had not raised a woman easily crushed so she wiped away her tears and began to pick up the pieces of her life and look for a second job again.

Hamish was doing very poorly to say the least.  And it showed in everything he did, even coworkers asking him what was wrong.  After his hang over faded the memories came back of what he had said and done, how angry he felt over something so stupid.  He couldn’t think of enough words to describe how sorry he was, how would he ever be able to reconcile it?  How could she ever look at him the same after he broke all of that trust they developed?

“Are you ready?”  Harry asked as he killed the engine.

Hamish nodded, remembering the first time he came here to pick her up, he realized he’d never actually been inside and it made him feel more like an ass.  It would just be them in the house, her roommates gone for the day as promised and Elise was not as nervous as she thought she would be, after all she wasn’t the one that had to apologize.  Never the less when Eggsy knocked she still took a few moments to compose herself before answering.

“Hello, love.”  Eggsy’s smiling face was the first one she saw and thank goodness for that because it staved the tears for a little longer.  

Eggsy sat with Elise on an old leather love seat while Harry and Hamish were across the small living room on a futon.  It was silent and awkward as everyone waited for Hamish to begin, to apologize.

“I-” he tried starting, but looked down at his hands in sadness and frustration.

“Why don’t we go make some tea.  Elise you don’t mind do you?  Come on Eggsy, let’s leave them be.”

Eggsy looked ready to rebuff but Elise put a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “go.  I’ll be fine.”

When they were out of sight she refocused her attention on him with a scowl trying to hide her quivering lip and to her surprise he made eye contact with her.  His eyes were more red rimmed than normal, bags under them to suggest he hadn’t slept, even suggested that he’d been crying.  Which made Elise feel nauseous, there was something about the thought and sound of a grown man sobbing that activated her fight or flight instinct.  

“I know nothin’ I say can change the way I treated ye that night, but if I could take it back I would and I dinnae mean any of it I was drunk- which is a piss poor excuse I know, but I was and as many times as we’ve gotten drunk together ye know M’not a mean drunk, I jus...I felt angry about my own insecurites and I never never should have spoken to ye like tha’.”  His voiced cracked on the last word and he paused, trying not to start looking like an absolute mess this soon.

“You called me a whore if you don’t remember, said that you bought everything I was in and that you practically owned me.  No one has ever made me feel more humiliated and ashamed than you did.”

“I know, but ye were talkin’ ta Percival.”

“Oh no, no no no you are not turning this around and trying to justify what you said-”

“I’m not tryin’ to if ye would let me finish-”

Elise suddenly shot up off the love seat, “No!  You let ME finish!”

Hamish sat back against the futon looking genuinely frightened.  She laughed sarcastically and lifted her arms to let them drop back down at her side in a sign of exasperation.

“Are you actually going to sit there and try to act like I brought that upon myself?  That what I did constituted you digging your nails into my arm and shaking me so hard I bled?  All you have ever seen me as is a young piece of ass to fuck around with, a piece of property like another fucking piece of your company that you can do whatever you want to.”

“Elise, that is not true.  I’ve always seen ye as an equal, as a person, I am sorry.  I- I love you, I do more than I have ever loved anythin’, and if I could just prove it to you, please.”

“You don’t even know what I’m studying in school do you?  Or what I like to do?  Or what I’m scared of, who my family is, you don’t know anything about me personally because all we talk about when I’m with you is you.”  Her face started to break but she stood firm, “I liked you so much that I wanted to make sure I made a great first impression to the people you work with so you would take me out more, I learned as much about the company as I could so that if anyone asked me anything I’d know what to say.”

It had worked too now that he thought about it.  Percival and Lance were raving about her at the board meeting and suggested they follow her ideas- start getting tech into more schools, fund scholarships, get stock awareness up.  

“Did you not know I was fucking smart?  Did you think I wouldnt be able to talk to people here?”  

He felt sick when he realized she was right and then he watched her start to cry, he’d never seen her genuinely cry before and it was too much.  His instinct to protect her overruled his shame and he got up, walking to her slowly with his hands outstretched to cradle her face which she recoiled from.  

“No, please don’t cry, dove.  Ok, it’s true I don’ know what yer studying or what ye like outside of taste.” he finally managed to get his hands around her cheeks and jaw gently and continued- voice thick with tears, “but I want so badly ta learn.  I don’ want to continue this as we have either.  I want ye with me as an equal, as a partner in a relationship.”

“It would make me look s-s-so pathetic to crawl back to you after that.  I’ve seen too many women in my family go back to shitty men over and over and over and I can’t repeat that cycle.”  Elise was sobbing now, but holding his wrists and pressing her face into his hands.

“No, no, no.  You could never be pathetic, ok?  I am crawlin back to you and I know jus’ an apology will not make up for it, but I want to start over at the beginnin’ as I should have done in the first place.”

Hamish leaned down to be at eye level with her, he needed her to see how he felt.  The pain and shame reflecting in her eyes only made him more desperate to make her feel better.

“Elise Crofter, I have loved you since we got dinner at tha’ little pizza place down town when ye smiled and thanked the waitress and ye still had chocolate on yer neck and caramel on yer nose.”  He laughed through the tears and to his relief she did too before crying harder.

“D-D-don't make me laught, that’s not fair.”

“I felt somethin’ sittin’ there bullshitting with you that I had never felt anywhere else with anyone. Comfortable, no doubts about what I was doin’ or needed ta do.  I felt like everythin’ I had ever done in my life had been right because at that moment it led to me sitting there with you.”

He took a chance and pressed his forehead to hers, noses rubbing together despite the tears and snot, “and I pray that maybe ye feel the same and if not I understand and I understand if ye don’ want ta see me again, but I hope that you’ll give me a chance, let me prove it to you.”

Elise wiggled her face out of his grasp and fell into him, face pressed so hard into his chest her nose hurt.  Hands making fists in his shirt like a child would who was begging for comfort and he gave it to her.

“I love ye so much and I’m so sorry.  I’ll do whatever I can ta make up for the way I treated ye.  Therapy or I can give ye space or leave ye the hell alone, whatever ye need.”

“Just hold me, ok?  Just hold me.”

He squeezed harder and kissed the top of her head, sighing into her hair with relief.  This was only the beginning to a long road of regaining trust and establishing a relationship other than a sugar one, Elise knew that and so did he, but there was something so sweet about laying everything bare and getting to see one another at their most vulnerable.  Small sniffles from the doorway finally pulled them out of their little world as they turned to see Eggsy crying with Harry trying to make it look like he hadn’t been.

“We wasn’t snooping or anything but fuck that was so fucking sweet I couldn’t help it.”

Harry smiled and put on his best daddy voice, “Well, thanks to you two he’s going to be like this all day, how do you plan on helping me fix it?”

“How about dinner?”  Hamish offered letting Elise go to soothe Eggsy.

“Ah, yes show up at a nice restaurant with two crying young adults we’ll look like kidnappers.  Wonderful.”

The mood lightened and soon Elise found herself again riding shot gun with Hamish’s hand laced in hers. His thumb rubbing shyly against her wrist and the sun streaming through window thick and bright as honey.  

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[ninimackbrews]

And she has to work with them to overcome This big thing/obstacle and ends up falling for Hamish in the process, so like, eventual Hamishxreader. Sorry if it’s too long or too specific, you can do what you want with it just thought I’d throw it out there. Like I said, I’m sending it you you bc YOUR WRITING IS LITERALLY AMAZING!!

And you are AMAZING!! Its a fantastic idea and i will definitely put it to use!!🥰

[starshipsofstarlord]

Apartment | Hamish Duke

“I own the whole building.” Hamish confessed to his pack. Admittedly, it was good to have them back, and not have his mind thrown into a coven’s magical blender. He was no magician, he was the eldest and wisest of the current Knights of St Christopher. No one could take their purpose away from them, not even Vera if she gave her all.

But there was one person who could interrupt this newfound moment of hope. Whom could ruin their plans to get revenge against the Order if she pleased, although it was a heavy doubt that she would even dare to think such a thing.

And she slunk into the room, making the rest of his pack stand on guard. But in their territorial behaviour, he was not with them, even if he hadn’t seen her since the Order had messed with his mind and altered his behaviour and attention. 

She still looked the same, but her scent was missing a hint of Hamish. Her expression was stone as she moved closer, Lilith looked ready to attack this newcomer if the odds came to it. To stop her from doing so, Hamish put his arm out, and took a comfortable step toward the woman.

As he did so, she struck his face with her palm. He made no effort to lash out in return, but he could hear her growling a little, and see that her cheeks had blossomed red with anger.

“I deserved that.” He noted, nodding along and bringing his own hand upwards so that he could cup the stinging part of her face. In the end, not all of the blame was on him, but admittedly a portion was.

Responding, she kicked him in the knee, causing the tall blonde to bow down to her. “And that.” He wheezed, trying to respect the dominance that her wolf held over his own.

“Where have you been?” She squinted harshly, allowing her gaze to momentarily slip to the three onlookers who had waited back on Hamish’s command. “I swear to god, if you say the Den I will burn that building down.”

At that threat, Hamish’s irises sparked to their silver white, and he lifted himself so that he returned to being taller than the lady. “I’m surprised your not going to huff and blow it down.” He remarked, causing her to snarl.

“What in The Knights’ names have you been doing? The Order have been looking for me too, do you have any fucking idea how difficult it is to run and hide from those, those - “ She grasped her hands, acting as though she was strangling someone, which she had a definite urge to do. “Urgh.”

She turned away, and so Lilith took this as her moment to step up and question Hamish. Even if you had vigilantly hurt the TA, she was no enemy, otherwise Hamish would have already ripped her throat out for intrusion. “Who the fuck are you?”

The blonde, well the natural one, had never heard about a woman from him, except the one who had met a tragic end. So this was new territory, in the sense of the woman and the actual environment.

At the girl’s query, the woman laughed, crossing her arms tightly and throwing her head back. Of course they didn’t know, even if they were the knights, or the ones allowing the hides to parade around in their skins, they still had more to be educated on if they were to be as worthy as all those before them.

“Tell them Hamish, they’re dying to know. Especially that one.” Her nail aimed itself at Jack, he was clearly quite curious, she could smell it running off of him.

Sighing, Hamish decided to comply with her commands other than try to outrank her. He wanted to, but there were other, more simpler ways in which he could perform that, but privacy would be best suited for that.

“This is Spellman, the hide that is the chancellor of our knit.” Looking at her, she allowed him to keep going, if he needed to bite his tongue, she’d surely help him with that. “Otherwise known as (Y/N), she skirts the area, keeping any imposters out of our woods and much more. She speaks to the Chancellors of other Knights, and they arrange territory division, and how we can stop the use of magic.”

“She hasn’t been doing the greatest job on the last part, I can tell you that.” Randall made the comment, unknowingly conscious to the fact that he would regret it, or at least eventually would.

“Greybeard.” (Y/N) spoke, her voice clear and calm. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Hamish allowed her to, knowing that she had to show her position in the hierarchy in some form. “Sit.”

At that, Randall collapsed to the ground, and was unable to arise from it. He was forbade to, unless his wolf was given permission to. “As the Chancellor, my hide has a pull to the others. A way with words you could say, if I wanted him to leave you and find a new meat suit, he’d comply without a second thought, so watch it.”

Jack made a slight movement, but Hamish shook his head. He was going to intervene. But that would not be the brightest of ideas, Randall dug his own grave, and so he’d have to get himself out of the dead ditch.

“That’s pretty sick.” Timber’s wearer spoke, although simultaneously, she wanted her friend to be okay. If he wasn’t going to be though, she thought, Hamish would have stepped in. Or at least she hoped he would have.

“On your feet knight.” There was a weight lifted from Randall’s chest, his breathing remained laboured from the fear that he had just felt, but he was given his free will back, for now at least. “Why’d you bring them here Hamish?”

At that question, the man smirked. He knew her, and he knew that she would enjoy this concept as much as the rest of them did. “We’re taking down the order.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Vera’s Wolves | Hamish Duke

Request: Hi! Could I request something with Hamish Duke x reader? Please, cheer me up little bit after cancellation of The Order :( Oh and I love your works and I hope that Apartment will get part 2 in the future. And I hope you have an amazing day :)

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

Vera Stone had the audacity to give you orders, even if technically you and the rest of the Knights of St Christopher were still in her magical society.

But she treated you like animals, expecting you to sit if she told you to, telling you to behave when anybody visited.

But she now she had gained the knowledge that your memories had made a return. If it weren’t for Jack Morton, you wouldn’t have even known that they even existed.

Before you were being trailed by training magicians, you’d be in the den, sometimes all of you, other times, only a couple of you.

That couple of you was Hamish and yourself, when the others were out, the pair of you would take pleasure in fooling around.

But now, the air had gone silent between about those actions. Even as the two of you had been called to Vera’s office, no word was uttered concerning the relationship that you once had.

“Why do you think she wants to see us?” It was a dreaded thing, or at least it felt like one, being called by the grand megas.

“Not sure.” The TA answered, his brow firm and forward as he attempted not to the side look at you. “Probably wants us to recover an enchanted item again.”

“Last time we did that, you got hurt.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the thought of Vera’s hasty orders. Even with her being aware that your minds had remembered their past, she wanted you all to keep quiet about that fact.

The magician wanted everyone to think she was in control over everything in her registry, including the wolves, ie you.

“We have to do whatever the wicked witch of the west says if we don’t want to be exposed to the rest of the order. She’s offering us protection.” Any other time, you would have laughed at his name for the woman, but instead you growled at the thought of serving her.

It wasn’t fair, all of your freedom had been stolen, and the little part that you had recovered had to be hidden. “Stay calm, we’ll figure it all out.”

He told you, however you walked quicker than him, opening the door to the office without knocking or consulting the male werewolf.

Inside was barren, Vera wasn’t here. “You gotta be kidding me.” You huffed as Hamish joined you in the space, the door shutting on its own accord behind him.

“She’ll be here, she’s a busy woman. She probably just got caught up.” At his words, your irises flashed silver.

“Stop defending her, just shut up.” As he went to say something, rather than giving him the choice to speak, you launched yourself at him, suffocating his lips with your own.

It was one certain way to shut him up, and not to mention you had been holding off from continuing your efforts at a later date. But now, the two of you were alone, alike all those times at the den.

Adjusting to the movement of your lips, Hamish’s hands ran down your sides, eventually resting on your hips as he hummed satisfyingly into your mouth.

It felt as though you could keep going until the pair of you died of air, however the sound of a throat being cleared entered your senses, splitting you apart.

“This is certainly not what I had in mind when I asked the pair of you to come and see me.” Vera stepped into the threshold of the room, arms crossed. She had suspected something was going on, but now she had the clarification that she was indeed right. “Excuse me for my timing, Mr Morton would just not stop with the applause of questions. Now how about I tell you why you’re here and the two of you can go back to sucking face elsewhere?”

Her tone made you feel like a child. But you didn’t want to spite her, well you did, but it didn’t seem like the wisest of ideas.

“Sounds good to me.” Giving her a tight smile, Hamish’s eyes widened. Not that he was complaining, but he had predicted you to give an alternative response.

[starshipsofstarlord]

HAMISH DUKE MASTERLIST

🥀 = Smut

🌺 = Requested

Answers

Summary: Jack doesn’t understand the relationship between you and Hamish. Lilith and Randall try to explain it, but he learns more from just watching the two of you interact.

Apartment

Vera’s Wolves 🌺

Request: Hi! Could I request something with Hamish Duke x reader? Please, cheer me up little bit after cancellation of The Order :( Oh and I love your works and I hope that Apartment will get part 2 in the future. And I hope you have an amazing day :)

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

‘Tis the Damn Season 🌺

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

Warnings; includes angst, implications of smut (not too detailed), breakup, heart ache, sacrifice, pain, and angst again

[starshipsofstarlord]

Answers - Hamish Duke (The Order, Netflix) x Reader

Summary: Jack doesn’t understand the relationship between you and Hamish. Lilith and Randall try to explain it, but he learns more from just watching the two of you interact.

Now that Jack was a werewolf, he was a part of The Order and The Knights of St Christopher. The experience gave two very different yet similar experiences, but there was one thing that he couldn’t wrap his head around.

“Are they together?” It was just a question, he didn’t mean to cause such a fuss. Both Lilith and Randall turned to him, not sure how to explain the situation between you and Hamish.

“Sort of.” Randall answered, lounging his hand behind Lilith on the sofa. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re don’t even know the answer to that.” Lilith said, wanting to snuggle into the warmth of Randall’s arm but resisted, not wanting to show such affection.

“How long has whatever been going on?” Before Jack joined, the pack had already been formed. He was just an additional wolf in the woods to them, or at least was to begin with.

The front door opened, revealing you and Hamish. The pair of you were content with laughing, heading towards the other knights with happiness radiating from both of your faces.

“Hey guys.” You sat, however Hamish didn’t join you, he headed to the bar. “What are we talking about?”

“Jack’s obvious crush on Alyssa.” Randall instantly responded, smirking at the growl Jack gave him.

“It’s so obvious.” Lilith spoke, however as she did so she was looking between you and Hamish and the distance that separated you.

“Who wants a drink?” The teacher called over to the group of you, causing you to instantly respond by nodding your head. “(Y/F/D) coming right up.”

Lilith and Randall gave their orders, however Jack declined. He wanted to watch the pair of you interact, and a sober mind would help him with that. “Did you remember the ice?”

Hamish came to sit behind you, passing you your glass, and indeed he had remembered. “How could I forget?” The eldest wolf smirked down at you, putting his arm behind your head at the crowning of the loveseat.

Unlike Lilith, you openly displayed your likening to the contact, leaning back into the limb and breathing in the scent of his clothes. Jack frowned, tilting his head.

“Are you okay Jack?” Hamish asked him, noticing his change in expression. Only he didn’t know that it was because he was trying to figure out what was between the pair of you.

“Yeah.” He answered, causing you to become curious.

“How’s The Order going? Find out anything yet?” You didn’t mean to pry, and luckily it didn’t come across as that, but it was bothering all of you - except Jack. At the moment he was observing the way Hamish’s arm curled more around you, his hand laid against your shoulder.

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when I do.” The whole situation was bugging him, he wanted answered. “How’d you two meet? I mean I already know how Hamish met Lilith and Randall, but not you.”

Hamish grew suspicious of his answers, and smirked at the boy. “Why’d you ask Jack?”

“Curiosity.” That wasn’t a lie, it just held an underlying purpose.

“We studied together, before we got our jobs. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been hired without her help.” You rolled your eyes at the blonde’s sappiness, allowing him to play with your hair.

“Of course you would have!” You disagreed with him, placing your hand on his knee to emphasise your statement. It was always something Jack noticed, the pair of you always had to be touching in some way.

“I’m not sure...” Hamish spoke, laughing nervously as he had done when the pair of you were a few years younger.

"So you’ve known each other for years?” He had only met Alyssa a couple of months ago and he couldn’t imagine his life without her, he had no idea how the two of you felt about each other. Surely one or both of you would go crazy if you didn’t have the other’s support.

“Is this an interrogation, cause it sure as hell feels like one?” You quirked your eyebrow at the boy. “Just ask the goddamn question Jack.”

Jack gulped, rubbing the sweat on his palms off on his jeans. It was something he had wanted to know, and Lilith and Randall perked up at the possibility of an answer. “Are you two together?”

“We are.” Hamish answered, causing Lilith to growl defeatedly.

“Yes!” Randall stood, shouting, holding his hands victoriously in the air. “You owe me thirty Bathory.” Expectedly he held out his hand, waving it in her face.

“Why am I not surprised they were betting on us?” You sighed contentedly, leaning to rest your head on Hamish’s tall shoulder.

“The real question is how long they’ve been betting on us.” Your boyfriend said, slightly smug with the situation.

Jack reclined, pleased that he had finally gotten an answer. He didn’t care about the money Randall was receiving bill by bill, he got what he wanted. “Can I have that drink now?”

[writing-hound]

Written in the Sand:

Summary: Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her friends had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. Her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, and bold, chose her under the very unusual circumstances.

Reading/Pairing: Hamish Duke X Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 2371 words

Warnings: Really none at this point.

A/N: Hello! This story is gonna be a long one with multiple parts. How many? I don’t know yet. Mazikeen is my character, I own her, and so, you know, don’t steal her. Here are the other part(s):

Part 1

When I came to, I was cold. I coughed as I sat up, looking around. This wasn't where I was last time. I was outside, on the earth, bare fucking naked. I visibly freaked out as I sat there, trying to conceal myself and wildly looking around to see if I can find my clothes. A sudden noise drew my attention as I froze, in horror.

Fuck! I can't let anyone see me like this! I thought as I got up and backed away behind some bushes. I watched as someone walked on a trail, looking around. He was tall, well dressed, and had dirty blond hair. He seemed confused as he looked around. When I saw his face, I literally couldn't breath. He was beautiful. I say beautiful because he is; his face is kind of round, his jaw is soft yet sharp enough to cut paper, and his eyes are a blue-grey.

His eyes fixated where I had been before, seeing red liquid, and followed the trail to where I was. I mentally freaked out as he gradually grew closer to me.

Please don't find me, please don't find me, I chanted in my head as I cowered down in the bushes as he walked by. He hesitated near my hiding place, walking a slow circle.

"Hello? Anyone here?" He asked. "I promise I won't hurt you," He said, a little quieter. I didn't move. I couldn't out of fear. When his back was to me, I slowly scooted away, and, to my dismay, made a sound. Cliché as it is, a twig snapped under my palm. The man cocked his head subtly and turned around facing my direction.

Oh shit. I thought.

My heart was banging against my ribcage by now. Maybe if I don't move, he won't see me, I thought innocently. The man approached the bushes in front of me, peering over them with ease because of his height. My body shook. He'll think I'm crazy or on drugs. I thought. Or both.

I tried to cover my naked body with what little I could, but it was inevitable. HE saw me, and without hesitation, he walked up and crouched. I gave a visible flinch, not knowing what he was gonna do or say.

"Are you all right?" He asked, concerned. "It's freezing out here! What happened?" The man began to shrug off his jacket, handing it to me. I was baffled. He didn't even mind that I was naked. In front of him nonetheless.

He might be gay then, I instantly thought. "T-thanks?" I said, more of a question than a statement. The man nodded, getting up and giving out his hand. I took it without a word, being helped up. We said nothing as we stood there, a foot or so apart, staring at each other.

"What happened?" The man repeated. I just shook my head. "You're guess is as good as mine," I gave a weak laugh. The man stared at me. I realized how I must have looked to him. Crazy and naked out in the forest.

"Do you happen to know where I am?" I asked, trying to get this meeting over as soon as possible.

The man looked at me a moment longer before turning away his gray-blue gaze. "You're at Belgrave University," He said. I stared at him, my mouth partially open. "What?" I exclaimed. I was far from home.

"You seemed surprised," The man observed. "You're not a student here?" He asked. I merely shook my head. "No," I was internally freaking out. How did I end up here? I tried to remember anything before this moment. 

Walking up to the door, I opened it. Inside were odd things, furniture covered, windows boarded up, and some boxes. One was in the middle, and on top was a journal-

My memory was interrupted by the man. "Are you okay?" He asked. I looked back at him. "Yeah," I said quietly, then more confidently, "Yeah, I was just trying to remember how I got here," I gave a small and guarded smile. 

The man gave me a look; a believing look. "I understand," He said. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

At first I didn't understand the question. It seemed foreign. 

"What?" I asked, confused for a minute. The man looked at me and spoke slowly. "Do you have a place to stay at?" I shook my head in response. "No," I said. What am I gonna do?! I can't go wandering around naked! I mentally freaked out.

"Follow me," The man said, and began to walk away. I almost laughed.

 "Uh, excuse me," I said, getting his attention. "But I don't know about you, and I mean no offense," I pointed out. "But for all I know you might be a serial killer," The man gave a chuckle, one I assume he doesn't do often. 

"Well, I can assure you that I am not a serial killer," He said. I somehow believed him. "And as for knowing me, my name is Hamish," The man--now known as Hamish--said, looking back at me. "And you are?" 

I hesitated. The logical side of me was screaming at me to run. To not say or reveal anything. But the illogical part is whispering to do the opposite. 

"My name is Mazikeen," I finally said, deciding to share my name. Hamish gave a nod.

"Well, Mazikeen, it's nice to meet you," He said, inclining his head a little bit. I couldn't help but give a small smile as I put one foot in front of the other. We walked in silence, not saying anything until we came in view of an abandoned looking house.

"I dare you to go into that abandoned house on Magnolia Drive," Taunted Abigail. Abigail was one of my friends. She always was a motor mouth and never knew what she was saying before she said it.

"Yeah, don't you want to see what's inside?" another one of my friends said.

"Maybe she's scared," Said another. "Look at her, her face is white!" They all laughed. I ground my teeth together, and determinedly decided that I would go into that spooky house one way or another. 

Hamish was by the porch, looking at me. "Mazikeen? Are you all right?" He asked, noticing that I faltered. I gave him a quick smile. "Yeah," I said, walking up the porch. Inside the house wasn't as abandoned as the exterior seemed to be. It was homey, in that, clubhouse sort of way.

I slowly looked around, going into what seems to be the living room. There was a bar of sorts to the right of me, a couch in front of me along with some chairs, and a fireplace along the right wall.

Hamish cleared his throat as he stood in the doorway. "You can, uh, get cleaned up in there," He said, pointing to a bathroom. I gave a smile as I walked past, and entered the bathroom. A knock on the door sounded, and Hamish's voice said, "I'm gonna go and get you some clothes that might fit you," He hesitated before saying, "I'm gonna go and, uh, grab them now,"

I heard his footsteps retreat up the stairs in the main entry. I gave a sigh and looked in the mirror. I gave out a gasp at how I looked. "Holy shit," I muttered under my breath. I looked horrible. I had blood on my chest and chin, as well as the rest of my body.

"What have I done?" I asked myself as I turned on the water and used a black towel. Hope he doesn't mind that I use this...I thought as I cleaned myself up. I was down to my legs when a knock sounded. 

"I got some clothes here for you, Mazikeen." Hamish said at the door. I cracked it open to see him standing there, clothes folded in his hands. I took them with a "Thanks" and closed the door.

The jeans were a little tight, but they would work, and the shirt was a button down and was extremely baggy and smelled like... mint and rain? I looked into the mirror and saw how baggy it really was, so I tied the shirt around my waist so it was like a crop top. I took a deep breath, putting on the jacket that Hamish gave me, and walked out the bathroom. I didn't see him in the foyer, so I walked into the living room. I saw him behind the bar area making himself a drink. My heart thundered at the sight of him.

I walked up and gave a smile, down casting my eyes. "Thanks for the clothes," I said quietly, standing there awkwardly. Hamish gave a nod, gesturing to the glass. "Want one?" He asked.

I gave a shake of my head. "No, but thanks," I said, still not looking at him. I could feel my face heating up as I stood there. "Well, uh, I gotta get going," I said, risking a look up to look at Hamish. He was standing there looking at me, with the glass to his lips. His eyes bored holes into me as he stayed silent.

"Where will you go?" He asked, seemingly curious.

I gave a shrug. "I don't really know how I got here, but I sure as hell can find my way back," I said determinedly. Just as Hamish was opening his mouth to speak, the door flung open and came walking in a skinny, lanky, goofy kid. Well, to me he was a kid; he had curly hair and had this immature aura around him, yet he seemed mature at the same time.

"Hey, Hamish, you here?" He asked, walking into the living room. He hadn't seen me yet, as he was focused on trying to find Hamish. "Okay, good, you're here. Lil-" He broke off as he caught sight of me. "Hey, Hamish, who's this?" He asked, confused. "And why is she here," He said, giving Hamish a tense smile, eyes wide.

"I found her," Hamish stated simply. "She was out in the woods here, lost and, uh-" He cut himself off as he looked at this new person, obviously not wanting to say how he had found me. The guy gave a nod, looking at me. "Oh, if Hamish found you and didn't chase you off, then I guess you're good. Names Randall by the way," He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake it. I hesitated before I took his hand in mine in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you, Randall," I said quietly. "My name is Mazikeen,"

"Wow, great name!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, making me smile. Randall seemed like a good guy, and already I felt at ease with this goofball. He reminded me of my best friend back in Oregon before I moved.

"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say. I took my hand back as well as a step, and looked between the two. "I've got to be going now," I said, looking at my feet and chewing on my bottom lip.

As I started to walk away, another person walked in through the open doorway. This time it was a girl with black hair and fiery eyes. She was shorter than I was, but not by much.

"Who the fuck is this?" She demanded, looking at Randall and Hamish. "What's she doing here-" She cut herself off as she looked at my appearance, then her eyes seemed to glow with rage. "In my pants?" She practically growled out. She gave me a kidney melting glare as I stood there frozen for a minute. Then, out of reaction, I took on a defensive stance, angling my body in front of the two men, who are clearly capable of taking off themselves, to shield them from this girl's anger.

Randall, peeking out from behind me, gave the girl a shit-eating grin. "Hey, Lilith! This is Mazikeen, Hamish found her out in the woods.”

Lilith didn't back off or apologize, though the fire in her eyes died down a little. "That still doesn't explain why she's in my jeans or in Hamish's shirt," She pointed out ruthlessly, giving both boys a pointed, and still angry, ready-to-rip-your-throats-out, look.

I gave a silent growl, anger gripping my limbs. Lilith all of a sudden went slack-jawed. "Did you guys see that?" She exclaimed, all of a sudden kinda shaken up.

I glanced back at Hamish and Randall in confusion. They both looked at me with similar expressions. "Okay, what is it guys?" I said, calming down. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um, Hamish, did you know this?" Randall asked, his voice wavering and a look of confusion. Hamish shook his head, baffled. "No, I didn't," He said. "Though it would explain why she was naked in the woods," He said, looking at his friends. I gave him an angry glare, rage boiling inside my chest.

"You have no shame, what's so ever," I said angrily to Hamish, my voice growing dangerous. "You can't just tell people about that without asking me!"

Lilith grew tense and Randall looked uneasy. "Hey, maybe you should calm down, okay?" Randall said, trying to smooth things out. "We don't want anyone getting killed or anything," He tried to joke. I turned my glare at him. He shrank away behind Lilith. 

I felt rage build in me. How dare Hamish humiliate me?! He shouldn't have done that! It wasn't his place to say that, I wanted to rip someone's throat out. I felt my body ache and burn. I stumbled back, my back hurting and my teeth seeming like it was being yanked out by a dentist. I gave out a whimper as my body began to burn and hurt.

"Mazikeen, you have to calm down," Someone said, their voice distorted and far away. All I could feel was pain. All I could hear is the blood rushing in my ears. I don't know if I screamed, or if I imagined it, but as soon as the pain and burn came, it went and so did my common sense.

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Rut (Part 1)

A/N: Hello! So this is my first fan fiction that I’ve posted! Please let me know if you like it or if there is something I can work on! Thanks for reading!

Summary: Hamish goes through his first rut with you being his girlfriend.

Pairing: HamishxHuman!Reader

Warnings: Talks of sex, cursing, werewolves?

Word Count: 1370

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The night of Hamish's rut started off as any other Saturday night. You lay stretched out of the couch in the den, totally engrossed in a new book you just bought. A few hours earlier, Hamish,  Jack, Randall, and Lilith, decided to go out for a run. They needed to get some energy out from their last fight.

You and Hamish has been dating for sometime now and the pack trusted you to stay at the den by yourself.

Which you were very thankful for, things around your dorm were getting crazier and crazier everyday. You definitely felt safer at the den, especially with four werewolves.

     You were just about to start a new chapter, when you hear a commotion coming from outside the front door. Quickly, making a mental note of the page you were on, you get up from the couch and make your way towards the front door. Why were you being the dumb girl in the horror movies, walking towards the sound instead of walking away? You didn't really know, except you could feel something pulling you toward the door. On the other side of the door, you can hear growling and yelling getting louder. You look around the entry way for a weapon and you quickly spot an umbrella. You start to hear footsteps coming up the front porch steps, you decide than an umbrella is better than nothing, and quickly arm yourself with it. You turn towards the door,  take a deep breath, as you reach for the knob. Just as you were about to turn the door knob the door bursts open. You go flying back onto your ass, with the umbrella dropping on the ground beside you. You cover your face in reflex, then you look up at the intruder, and it was Lilith.

"Lilith? What's-",

before you could finish your sentence, Lilith grabbed you by your upper arm and began to drag you up the stairs to the second floor. Luckily, by the second step you were able to catch your balance and walk up the steps. She  still had your forearm and you could tell she has not intention for letting go. She was hyper-focused, not caring how much you complained or tried to pull her hand off you. You just continued along side her until you two go to her bed room. Lilith opened the door to her room, and practically throwing you into the room. You stumble, tripping over the edge of the rug and landing flat on your ass again. You let out a groan, knowing you definitely have a bruise back there. You look up at Lilith, who is now closing and looking the door. You stand up kind of irritated, and cross your arms across your chest. Lilith turned around to face you and raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?" Lilith said in an aggressive tone.

"Okay, I let you drag me up the stairs. I let you throw me into your bedroom, only to trip on your rug and fall on my ass. Now, I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening!"

Lilith mimicked your stance and glared at you. Her chocolate brown eyes were boring into you. You knew that she was trying to get you to back down, so she wouldn't have to tell you. You'd seen this  intimidation tactic too many times for it to work on you. You stared right back at her and stood your ground. Lilith must have figured that you weren't faced by her tactic, because her eyes softened. She let out a groan and ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, as if she was uncomforable about what she was about to say. After a moment, she looked back at you.

"Hamish is in rut..." Lilith finally confessed.

You raised a curious brow," He is in rut? Like how male deer go into ruts?"

"Yeah... We were just running, blowing off steam.When he stopped all of a sudden, and started to sniff the air. When he did he turned around and started running back here. It wasn't until we took a moment to sniff around what he smelt. It was you." She went over and sat on her bed. "When we finally caught up to him, he was in the driveway..."

You had heard Hamish and the rest of the pack talk about ruts, but never believed them. You honestly believed that it was just a ploy for Hamish to get into your pants.

While wandering in your own thoughts you hear a loud crash and come from downstairs. Along with the crashing, you heard yelling and growling. Lilith stands up looking at the door, eyebrow raised in worry. More crashing and yelling happen then you heard a voice howl your name. A chill runs down your spine. You knew it was Hamish, his voice sounded like he was in pain. Every fiber in your being told you that you need to be with him. YOu need to protect him and help him. You dart towards the door, but before you could get there Lilith was in front of the door.

"Lilith, please move I have to help him!" you begged

"You can't help him unless you want to die!" She argued

"Die? No, Hamish would never hurt me!"

"Right now, I wouldn't put it past him!"

You take a step back away from Lilith. You know no matter what Hamish or Tundra would never hurt you. You had to get to him. You had to help him. There was no way to get past Lilith at the moment. She was way stronger than you and faster also. You took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. You had to learn more about werewolves, and ruts, maybe talking to Lilith could calm her down.

"Okay, fine, I won't go out there, but I am curious about this whole situation. What exactly going to happen to Hamish during his rut." You asked hoping this plan will work.

Lilith leaned against the door and crossed her arm across her chest.

"When male wolves go into rut. The wolves sole purpose, is to obviously to...mate." she explained, obviously uncomfortable with this topic.

"Normally, male wolves will mate with any woman they find attractive. We were hoping that would happen with Hamish, but he is extremely loyal to you..."

You smiled a little

Lilith cleared her throat, "So, when Hamish's rut started, he could smell your scent. That's why he came running back here, to mate with you."

You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves and your slightly arousal. Hearing that Hamish only wanted to be with you, made your body tingle with excitement.

"So you are basically saying is, if Hamish and I fuck his rut will end? Well, just leave us for a few hours and  I will happily clear it up!" You said half joking, half serious. Lilith just stared at you, and she wasn't laughing.

"Y/N, this is serious. When I said he could kill you, I was serious. He could kill you without realizing it, until its too late."

Another howl echoes through the house as well as the sounds of chains. You looked towards the door.

"What are they doing to him?" You asked as you turned you head back to Lilith.

"We  have a plan anytime anyone goes into rut, or for me heat. We just wrap them up in enchanted chains and set them in the den."

"That sounds awful!"

"Well its the only way to protect everyone. In a few hours his rut will be done and we will unchain him. Until then you and I will stay up here."

You look down at your feet and begin playing with the hem of your shirt. You had to get down to Hamish. You had to see him. You didn't care what Lilith just told you. Hamish loves you and would always protect you. You glanced over at Lilith. She had picked up a book and started reading it. You decided you would wait until Lilith fell asleep and you  would sneak out.

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Rut (Part 4)

A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, or Part 3 please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18 and OLDER), spanking, fingering, non-con?, Talks of sex, cursing, werewolves?

Word Count: 940

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You make your way slowly down the steps. You examine the room as you go, and Hamish is no where to be found. You see what used to be a pillow with a blanket on the floor. The pillow was torn to shreds and feathers were every where. The blanket seemed unscathed by the werewolf's rath. You get down the last step and on to the ground floor, when your foot comes in contact with something wet. You jump not knowing what you stepped in, as you look down. You see that you've stepped in, what appears to be, a puddle of water. A plastic bag is torn up beside it saying 'ICE'. Jack and Randall must have tried to cool Hamish down with it, but it didn't last long with his fever. You look up and see that the doors to the chest of hides is closed.

"He must be in there..." You thought to yourself as you stepped closer to the doors.

"Hamish? Its me, Y/N."

You hear no response, you take another step closer. You are now close enough to push the doors open. You take a deep breath and push the doors open. The doors swing open and all you see is the chest of hides and the candles that surround it.

"Hamish?" You call out again.

You don't see him in the room. You begin to worry thinking that he some how escaped. You turn to go back upstairs and run into a bare, firm chest. You look up and see that its Hamish. His eyes are glowing silver, pupils blown out in arousal, as he looks back down at you. You took a shaky breath as he looked at you like you were his next meal. You couldn't hide how much it actually turned you on.

"Hamish..." you said calmly.

Hamish let out a growl, and in one swift movement he has you pinned to the wall. He forces his knees inbetween your legs as he uses one hand to pin both of yours above your head. Hamish leaned his head down to your ear. You can feel his hot breath as he breathes against it.

"I can smell your arousal, Y/N", He said in a gruff voice.

You let out a whimper, and tried to move your hands out of his grip, with no success. Hamish let out a growl as he began to nip at your neck. You bit your lip holding back a moan, as he continued. Hamish nipped and licked at your neck trying to find the perfect spot to claim you. You couldn't take it anymore, you started to move your hips against his leg. Your body begging for some type of friction.

"Please Ham-" You began to beg

"No!" He cut you off, "Call me Alpha."

You were taken back by the request, but nodded lightly.

"Please Alpha..."

You could feel Hamish's free hand running down your chest, and into the waist band of yours pants. Hamish let out a growl and went back to your ear.

"No underwear? Good girl..." He said as he began to rub your clit.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan. The sensation was pure bliss. You knew you wouldn't last long as you began to feel a familiar coil tightening in your belly. You arch your back, silently begging him for more. He was more than happy to oblige as he slipped two fingers into your core. He began to curl them inside you, rubbing your g-spot. You let out a moan and began to rock into his fingers. He let out a growl, and began pumping his fingers into you. You let out another moan as the coil in your belly tightened tighter and tighter, almost ready for you to burst.

Just as you were about to finally have your release, Hamish pulled his fingers out of you. You let out a whimper feeling the emptiness as you looked at him. He brought his fingers, coated with your juices, and sucked them clean with his mouth. He lets out a moan as he does this. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

"Mmm... so good..." He growls.

"Please, Alpha.." You begged, "Please, I need you..."

Hamish smirked and in one swift motion he tore off your shirt and bra. You were about to protest, when you realized that it probably wouldn't do any good at this point. He began to pinch your left nipple, watching you as you squirmed around. You let out a whimper, and looked at him in the eyes. His eyes were still silver but there was something different about them than before. Something softer.

Hamish tore off the rest of your clothes, and you were now bare for him. He picks you put in his arms and lays you down on the discarded blanket and torn pillow. He flipped you onto your hands and knees, and lines up behind you. You wiggled your ass in front of him. He must have either really hated it or really liked it because he gave your ass a hard smack that made you moan out.

You push back against him, rubbing yourself against his large member.

"Alpha..." You whisper, wanting him.

Hamish leans down to your ear, once again. You feel his hot breath against your ear. God, you want him so bad. You let out a whimper. Hamish smiles and grabs you by your hips, lining up his cock to your entrance. Right before he take you, he whispers

"I'm gonna fill you with my pups..."

Hamish slams into you and your vision goes black.

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Rut (Part 2)

A/N: Hello! I hope you are liking the story so far! If you haven’t read part 1 please do! Let me know if you like it or if there is something I can work on! Thanks!

Summary: Hamish goes through his first rut with you being his girlfriend.

Paring: HamishxHuman!Reader

Warnings: Light Smut, Cursing, Talks of sex, werewolves?

Word Count: 1126

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Hours passed and you ended up falling asleep, on the floor, while reading a werewolf lore book. You had barely gotten past the first chapter before you went out like a light. You didn't realize how tired you truly were. With all that is happening right now and everything that has been happening at school. You definitely deserved a good night's rest, but tonight was not that night. You were dreaming about Hamish. You and him were in his bedroom, cuddling. When you felt his hands move down your body. You let out a soft sigh, loving the sensation of his touch. He slowly got over top of you, placing himself in between your legs. He began to kiss and nip at your neck, paying close attention to your pulse point. You let out a small moan, as he used one of his hands to squeeze your breast through the fabric of your bra. You arched your back towards him and moaned.

"Hamish..." you whimpered, wanting more

Hamish leaned back to look at you. His eyes were glowing silver.

"Hamish?" You asked in slight alarm.

He bared his sharp teeth at you and growled deeply. You tried to move but you couldn't you were frozen in place.

"Hamish!  Snap out of it!"

He growled once again, opening his mouth, saliva dripping through his teeth and off his tongue. Hamish howls and lunges at you.

You jolt awake, sitting straight up from where you were laying. You look around the room and see Lilith, asleep on her bed. She was turned faced towards the window. The moon was shining on her though the window as she slept. The moon was illuminating the room just enough for you to see a clear path to the door. You slowly stood up while  keeping a close eye on Lilith's sleeping form. You stood up slowly, taking a moment to balance yourself. You glanced at Lilith, who was still asleep. You began to tip toe towards the door, being very careful about every step you take.

You finally get to the door and glance over at Lilith once more. You froze as she shifted her body towards you. You definitely thought you were a goner. Lilith let out a groan and rolled over towards the door. She shifted a couple more times before relaxing again. You stayed frozen for an extra second, then you turned back towards the door. You placed you hand on the door knob, as you glanced at Lilith one last time.  You opened the door slowly, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The door let out a small squeak as you pushed it open. You looked back at Lilith, she let out another groan and began to stir. In one fluid movement, you open the door the rest of the way and slip out of the room. You close the door silently, turn away from the door, and let out a breath you didnt realize you were holding.

Downstairs you can hear a growl and a light rattle of chains. Part of you is screaming at you to 'go back into the room with Lilith', but a stronger part tells you to 'go to him'. You make your way down the steps trying to avoid the steps that sqweak. You reach the ground floor, and look around. You notice things broken and sprawled out across the floor. You look into the living room, and you see Jack and Randall. They are both laying on the couch, fast asleep. You could see how tired they looked, like they had just come back from battling a monster. You look over at the chair, and see Hamish. He has his head leaned back onto the back of the chair. His arms and legs were chained together so he couldn't move. He looked awful, under his eyes were dark and his skin was clammy. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.

He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, letting out a growl. His nostrils flared again, like he was smelling something. His eyes fluttered open as he looked over towards you. His eyes were blood shot, but were still the most beautiful shade of blue you'd ever seen.

"Y/N" he whispered.

You quietly made your way to him, sneaking past Jack and Randall. You knelt down beside Hamish,

"Hamish, what have they done to you?"

He smiled weakly, "They did what they were told to do."

"I understand that but isn't this..." you began motioning towards the chains, "...a little much"

Hamish shakes his head. You sighed and raised your hand and placed it softly on his face. He closed his eyes as your thumb stroked his cheek. You smile, you loved seeing the sweet side of Hamish. No one else really go to see it, except you. Hamish turned his head into your hand, and takes a deep breath. You see him visibly tense up and let out a growl. He takes another deep breath and he relaxes. He lets out another growl, as he quickly turn away from your hand.

"You need to leave, Y/N" Hamish growled.

"What?" You asked slightly baffled at the sudden change in mood.

Hamish begins to struggle against his chains as he bows his head letting loose another growl.

"You need to go!" Hamish was doing his best to keep his composure, but was losing it quickly.

"No! I am not leaving you!" You noticed Jack and Randall begin to stir.

Hamish looks at you eyes glowing silver, and teeth bared like your dream earlier. You knew Tundra was on the surface wanting to break free.

"GO!" Hamish yelled out. He leaned his head back and howled.

Jack and Randall jump into action. Randall goes to Hamish to try to calm him down, and Jack dragged you away from Hamish. Jack dragged you into the bottom of the staircase, and knelt down in front of you.

"Y/N?" Jack said trying to get your attention, but all you did was look past him at Hamish.

Hamish was lashing around in the chair, trying to escape. You watched as the man you fell in love with turned into a monster. No, he wasn't a monster. He is still the man you love and you had to help him. You tried to move past Jack but he held you back. You started to fight against him, desperately trying to get to Hamish. Jack held you to his chest, as you struggled.

"Lilith!" Jack yelled up the stairs. The room to Lilith's door burst open and she ran down the steps to Jack.

"Take Y/N! Take her away from here!" Jack handed you off to Lilith.

Lilith grabbed you and carried you out of the house

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Rut (Part 3)

A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1 or Part 2, please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: Talks of sex, cursing, werewolves?

Word Count: 1078

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Lilith carried you all the way down to the end of the driveway. She dropped you on the ground and placed her hands on top her head. You fell onto the ground and laid there for a moment. You'd never seen Hamish like that. Sure, you've seen him change, you've seen Tundra, but this was different. You looked over at Lilith who was pacing back and forth. She was taking deep, calming breaths, doing her very best not to wolf out.

You sat up and winced in pain.

"Did she really have to drop you? " you asked yourself.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" she yelled, still pacing. "I told you! I fucking told you not to leave the room, but what the fuck did you do!? LEAVE THE ROOM!"

You look at her and quickly looked away feeling tears threating to spill. You didn't want to act like a baby, but you were scared. Hamish, the kind and considerate man you loved, was going through something that was strange to you.

Your were lost in your own thoughts when, Lilith smacked the back of your head. You let out a sqweak and looked at Lilith. She was squatting beside you, staring at you intensely.

"What?" you asked, truly confused and kind of hurt.

Lilith rolled her eyes, then looked back at you "I said, what the fuck were you thinking going down there!?"

"I had to see him..." You said looking her in the eyes.

It was true you had to see him. Something was urging you to do so. Lilith stood up, turned in her heel and walked away for a moment. You could tell she was very aggravated. She had every right to be. She was trying to keep you safe and you didn't want to listen.

"What part of 'he could kill you' did you not fucking understand?" She said in a calmer tone, her back still facing towards you. "Do you have any idea what he it would do to him if he lost you, and it was his fault?"

The tears that threatened to spill, finally did. You looked at your hands in your lap. You didn't know what to say. You never thought about how someone else would feel if your were gone. You just figured that life would go on as normal, and that you would be just a happy memory. He would find someone new. Something deep down inside you hated that thought, but you weren't sure why. Lilith had knelt back down beside you and placed her hand on your shoulder. You looked at her, her eyes still intense but much calmer than before.

"Hamish loves you so much. He can't take another heartbreak like Cassie." Lilith admitted.

Tears were now streaming freely down your cheeks. You quickly began to wipe them away and nodded. You had to stay away from Hamish, no matter how much it hurt you. You had to stay away from him for now.

Two Hours Later

You were beyond tired. You and Lilith had been sitting against a tree, taking turns dosing off. You let out a yawn and looked up at the sky. You could see the sky slowly changing into a purple-pink color on the horizon. The sun was just about the come up. As you were admiring the sky changing colors, until you heard a phone begin to ring. You look around for the ringing and notice its coming from Lilith. You nudged Lilith, who jolted awake and looked at you. Lilith then realized her phone was going off. She quickly stood up and answered it.

"Yea?"

You could hear someone mumbling and response from the phone.

"Oh...oh no..." Lilith's expression softened in slight worry.

At that time, you stand up and dust yourself off.

"Okay... okay we're coming back" Lilith hung up the phone and sighed.

You straightened up and raised an eyebrow, "What going on? Why are were going back?"

Lilith turned to look at you, "Hamish's fever hasn't gone down, its actually increasing. If he doesn't get help soon..." She stopped almost as if she said what would happen it would come true. "Come on, let go."

You and Lilith began to jog towards the house. During that jog, you tried to think about your life without Hamish. You could not bring yourself to think that way. He could not die on you, and you knew the only way to help him. You know everyone would be against it, but what else was there to do? There were no 'werewolf doctors' that you knew of. You knew Hamish, and even though he was different because of his rut. You trusted him. You had to it was the only way to save him.

It was oddly quiet when you both arrived at the house. Lilith walked into the house first, and you followed close behind. Jack and Randall were standing in the lobby, talking to one another. Once you and Lilith entered the lobby, they turned towards you two. You look into the den and you don't see Hamish. All you see is the chains on the ground and the empty chair he was in. The chair has new claw marks across it, and the floor has some also. Randall noticed your worried expression and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"He is in the basement, unconscious. The chair looks worse than he does" He said smiling lightly at you.

You smiled back at him a little, then your expression relaxed, "Lilith said he is getting worse?"

Randall drops his hand from your shoulder, "Yeah..."

"and if he gets worse that he could..." You couldn't finish your sentence.

Randall nods slightly, "Usually the rut is done by now and if you didn't 'mate' with someone you're only left with a terrible case of blue balls, but since you are his mate, and since Hamish is very stubborn. He only wants you."

"Yes, but that's very dangerous, we don't know what will happen to her if they 'mate'" Lilith added

"But, will we have a choice?" Jack asked

You all look between each other, for a moment. You couldn't waste no more time. Hamish was dying and you were just standing here. You turned and started walking towards the basement. You felt an arm grab you, and you turned to see Jack holding on to you.

"Jack... le-" You began to protest

"Just be careful..." He interrupted you as he let go of  your arm.

You looked at everyone in the back at everyone. Randall and Lilith gave you a weak smile, and you smiled back. You turned towards the basement door, and took a deep breath. You opened the door and began your decent into the basement.

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