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Missus Duke - Hamish Duke x fem!reader

A/N:

Welcome lovely people, here comes another piece about our favorite werewolf acolyte! Hope you enjoy <3

As always, bear in mind English is not my first language.

This one is a bit longer so be warned! Lots of emotional crap and fluffy bits with a teeny, tiny hint at some freaky action.

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Walking inside the den Beatrice wasn’t sure what to expect. The sole fact that her fiancé was a werewolf baffled her as to how he could have kept this a secret from her but then again she has been doing the same thing in regard to her being a member of the Order. Still, the trust they have established over the years they’ve been together began to falter as she entered the old house, where the Knights established their lair. She’s been there before, but briefly and still unaware of the werewolf company she has kept for the past few years. Entering the building now was more of a venture into the unknown rather than visiting an old friend. Righty of the bat she heard Randall and Lilith frantically discussing something but at first she wasn’t able to make out the exact words. Only when she entered the living room still unnoticed, she registered three words that made her freeze in place. 

- Hamish got hurt. 

Suddenly nothing else mattered as she quickly approached the two Knights, immediately grabbing their attention. 

- What do you mean “Hamish got hurt”? What happened? Was he attacked? 

Both Lilith and Randall turned around in a blink of an eye, the girl still holding her phone on speaker with Jack’s name clearly visible on the screen. The pair standing before seemingly lost their ability to speak and unsurprisingly the person to reply to her question was none other than mister Morton. 

-  Is that Beatrice? What are you doing there?

- Apparently saving the day. You take care of your things, I got this covered. 

Before he could even answer, Beatrice hung up on him, focusing on the two standing in front of her, still unsure how to react. 

- Bea, what do you mean? And what are you doing here? Hamish is not here so… - started Randall but didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence as Beatrice interrupted him midsentence. 

- Cut the bullshit, Randall. I know you’re werewolves and I know Hamish is one too. I need to know what happened to him and where he is now?

Although Randall was utterly shocked hearing Bea’s words, Lilith was quicker to shoot back as she stood tall, raising her head a bit to look properly at the taller woman. 

- And how do you know about werewolves anyway, Beatrice? I don’t think they teach about lycanthropy in law school. 

As she realised there was no hiding the truth now, she rubbed her temple and gripped her hips staring the black-haired girl down. 

- You really are smarter than you look, miss Bathory. As you’re clearly implying, yes – I am a member of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose, but right now that doesn’t matter. I need to know where Hamish is and how badly he got hurt. 

Lilith’s eyes glowed silver as her fangs revealed themselves. That was Timber acting up only fuelled by his champion’s hatred for the entire Order. 

- You don’t belong here. Your place is back with the Order, all of you psychotic lunatics. You want to know how he got hurt? One of your idiot disciples stabbed him in broad daylight. In human form. 

Before Beatrice could truly understand Lilith’s words, the doors opened wide and through then entered the universities mascot stumbling badly on its legs. The Timber Wolf took off its head and revealed a hurting Hamish beneath. 

-  A little help here? 

Immediately Lilith calmed down and all three of them rushed to Hamish. Bea was the first one to get to him, quickly grabbing his arm and swinging it over her shoulders. Randall came to his other side, mimicking Beatrice’ actions.

- Did you ditch them? – asked Lilith, leading her friend inside.

- For now. 

Hamish stared at the both of them and then took a second look as he realised the person holding his right arm was his fiancée who had no reason to be in the den. Most definitely she should not have seen him like that. 

- Bea? 

The brunette didn’t acknowledge his question as she and Randall led the hurt man to the couch where they gently laid him down. 

- Where did they get you? – asked Randall as he and Lilith both helped their leader out of the upper part of the wolf costume, while Beatrice stood back staring at the blood covering her fiancé’s shirt. 

They could have killed him.

- Right here – said Hamish, gasping out while lifting his shirt over his right side and revealing a nasty stab wound infested with greenish foam oozing out of the cut. Once the odour hit Lilith and Randall, they immediately felt heir breakfast coming back up their throats. 

- Jesus, this smells even worse than it looks – exclaimed Lilith, hiding her nose in her arm similarly to Randall who already presented with a gag reflex. 

- It’s like if vomit and sulphur had a baby – added Randall, covering his mouth with his hand. 

Beatrice quickly regained her focus as she concentrated on the still bleeding wound gaping in Hamish’s side. Carelessly she pushed Lilith away, taking her place next to the blonde and quietly examining the cut. The girl growled at the older woman, but she didn’t pay any attention to the protesting werewolf as she rolled up the sleeves of her dark green jacket and looked up to meet her lover’s stare. 

- It’s okay. I’ve got you now – whispered Beatrice gently with a hint of apology in her voice.

Bea reached inside her university bag and grabbed her engraved knife with confidence subsequently slicing her hand open. Hamish was baffled observing his fiancée’s every movement, too stunned and in too much pain to utter a single word. Bea carefully placed her uninjured palm over his wound and brought the bleeding one to her mouth as she muttered the correct incantation. 

- Restituattur. 

Suddenly, Hamish felt the pain disappear and all that was left of it was a nasty memory and blood covering his skin. He looked down at his side and there was no signs of his injury. Beatrice quietly retreated, standing up while throwing her knife back in her bag. All three Knights marvelled over her work as Randall poked at Hamish’s skin in the exact place where the stab wound gaped just seconds before. 

- Okay, but seriously, this is some cool shit, Trixie – said Randall amused and astounded at the same time, turning his head to Beatrice, who was wrapping the cut on her palm with some tissue she found in the pockets of her jacket. 

- Not all magic is bad, Randall. Sometimes it’s really helpful. 

Hamish looked up at her as he stood on his own two feet, still clad in the pants and boot sof the Timber Wolves mascot. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, but the one reoccurring over and over again was the lie. 

She lied to me.

He was painfully aware that those skills did not come to the members of the Order with ease so it was only logical to assume she’s been a practitioner for a longer period of time, which meant she has been lying to him for years. There were now words that came to him at that moment except what he actually wanted to say despite her deception. 

- You saved my life – he stated simply, staring at her without as much as a blink.

Beatrice felt the guilt running through her veins, still trying to remember he lied to her just as much, but the guilt trip was about something other than keeping their societies a secret for all those years. Her disciples attacked the love of her life. If she wasn’t there, Hamish might not have made it out alive. The sheer thought of losing him was the most terrifying thing she’s felt in a very long time. She gulped quietly, squeezing her still bleeding hand never taking her eyes off of Hamish’s blue orbs staring at her shamefully. 

- I couldn’t let you die – said Beatrice like it was the purest truth in the world. 

Silence fell over the room as the two Knights witnessing this unusual lover’s quarrel stood quietly waiting for the grand finale. That is until Lilith decided that her rage was more demanding than she could manage and so Timber took over the reins, growling at the intruder. 

- Yet it was your idiot wizard who almost killed him. 

- You have no idea what you’re talking about Lilith, so I suggest you stay out of this. 

- Why don’t I give you a taste of your own medicine, you bitch.

What happened next was an insane chain of events, one following the other and all in the matter of thirty seconds. Lilith launched herself at Beatrice who was completely defenceless without her knife as she watched the werewolf girl jump at her. Those few seconds when Hamish watched Lilith attack his fiancé felt like hours when he battled between his integrity and his love for Beatrice. There wasn’t much time to waste on logical thinking or reasons why he should do this or that, but in the end the heart won. Swiftly as the lightning hits the ground Hamish ran ahead, jumping in front of Beatrice and throwing Lilith into the couch he occupied just seconds before. His eyes glowed like silver strikes as he growled viciously at his wolf sister standing before Bea like a human shield. She barely noticed his actions as she awaited the impact but when she saw his back in front of her and his arms spread out in a protective manner a part of her felt some sort of relief. He was still her Hamish. 

- That’s enough, Lilith. Stand down. 

His voice was powerful and strong. He sounded like a leader should. Calm and collected but still firm. Beatrice peeked over his shoulders and saw Lilith slowly rising from the couch, eyes still shining with silver. The girl was clearly fuming with anger but the hide inside her heard his command and obeyed.

- She’s one of them Hamish. How can you defend her?

- She’s my fiancée. She has just saved my life. We have bigger concerns on our hands. We must deal with Kyle and his little death squad first. 

Bea furrowed her eyebrows shocked to hear Kyle’s name mentioned as the one leading the attack. 

- That moron? 

***

After Midnight returned to his locker following Kyle’s unfortunate death at the hands of Gabrielle Dupres, the Knights returned to the Den for the traditional après-kill drink. Hamish sipped on the red liquor swimming in his glass as his thoughts kept running back to his fiancée. Now that he knew the whole truth about Beatrice Stone a war has started between his heart and mind, both equally convincing and both screaming in his head. Even as they toasted their victory, he was clearly someplace else and his loss in thought did not go unnoticed by his comrades. 

- You okay, Hambone? – asked Randall. 

Hamish raised his eyes to the brown-haired boy nodding his head silently. Lilith glanced at Randall knowingly as they simultaneously grabbed one of his arms and slowly dragged him upstairs. Once they reached the couch the sat the man down, took the drink out of his hand despite his loud protest. 

- Excuse you, I need that glass. 

- You need to spill, Hamish. You’ve been staring into nothing like Grinch on Christmas Day – explained Randall, crossing his arms over his torso – Now talk, mister. 

- There is nothing to talk about, Randall. Now give me that drink – denied Hamish, reaching out for the crystal glass in his friend’s hand.

- Don’t bullshit us – intervened Lilith, taking the glass in her own hands and putting it back on the bar before turning to face him again – You were stabbed, almost died, found out your fiancée is a member of the Order and all of that in the span of what, two hours? 

- Wow, thank you for summing up this fiasco in one sentence. That really helps – said Hamish, huffing. 

- We just want to help you – replied strongly Randall, sitting next to his leader – We both know how much you love her. You literally talk about her every single day. What was it you said the other day after those negronis? “Bea is the butter to my bread, the breath to my life”. This is still the same woman, Hamish. 

- Yes, but this one has been lying to me for the better part of our relationship. Hell, she may have been lying to me from the very beginning. I’m not sure if I really know her or is it just the pretty picture she sold me over the years. Is her name really Beatrice? Does she really like cats better than dogs? Does she really like my drinks?

- Hold your horses there, my friend – said Randall calmly, patting his arm gently – We met her too. She was real. She is real. I think she may have even liked me. What I know for sure is that she loves you.  

Hamish turned his head to face Randall, suddenly so grateful for his goofy demeanour and never-ending positive attitude. 

- I really hope you’re right, dude. Because I know I am in love with her. I can’t even try to hate her, which is kind of frustrating. 

- You should go talk to her. 

This time it was Lilith still looking down at the heartbroken man. Hamish furrowed his eyebrows as he shot her a glance of surprise. 

- Weren’t you the one who tried to rip her throat out just today?

The black-haired girl shook her, rolling her eyes back. 

- I am still not a fan of the witch and her magic buddies, but she came through for you. She saved you and you didn’t hesitate to jump to her rescue. It’s clear as day you mean to each enough to look past your mistakes. 

Apparently, Lilith’s speech was all that Hamish needed to get up and run out without a second thought. He grabbed his phone and car keys on the way and quickly left the Den, leaving his two comrades grinning like idiots. 

- We should start a couple’s therapy clinic, cause we’re damn good at this shit – exclaimed Randall, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp.

***

The ride to their apartment in Norwich felt agonizingly slow as he drove past the red lights and other cars, impatient to get to the building. Upon arrival he didn’t even bother with parking his black BMW properly, instead just carelessly left the car in the middle of the private parking place and ran out to the door. As usual he was greeted with a polite “good evening, Mr Duke” but he was too busy running to the elevator to acknowledge the kind security guard. The elevator seemed to be taking forever to get down so instead he chose to sprint seven storeys up to get to their shared apartment, praying Beatrice was there. Without thinking twice, he pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit flat. 

- Beatrice? Are you here? 

The living room connected with the kitchen and the mini bar they had installed for his alcoholic beverage’s construction was quite dark except for two dim lamps on the underside of the kitchen cupboards, but the main source of light was their bedroom. It was also the room from which Hamish clearly heard hangers ruffling in the closet. Quickly he made his way to the bedroom and found Beatrice fishing out her clothes from the closet and chucking them inside the giant suitcase which laid open on the neatly made bed. Hamish felt a pin in his heart, seeing his fiancée moving out of their apartment and out of his life. 

- Bea, stop it – said Hamish firmly, grabbing the woman’s attention. 

Beatrice turned around with two hangers in her hands, tear stains covering her cheeks. She froze in place as she gripped the hangers in her palms. On one of them hung the satin red dress she wore to the dinner, when he proposed to her just a few months prior. Just seeing the dress brought a wave of memories to the both of them. Hamish looked into her glassy blue eyes, unsure of his own words and actions, but certain of his feelings. 

- I still remember how you took my breath away when I first saw you in that dress. I swore I could marry you right there and then.

His voice was just above whisper, but she heard him clearly. She swallowed her tears, feeling a corner of her mouth rise involuntarily. 

- I had to pinch your arm because you stood still like a deer in headlights – chuckled Beatrice, remembering the day as if they just lived it. 

Hamish smiled fondly at the memory, never taking his eyes of her blue orbs glossy with new coming tears. 

- I was certain you were the woman I would call mine for the rest of my life. 

- I knew you were the love of my life. 

Silence fell on the two lovers as they stared at each other unsure what comes next. They both lied to the person they love most. They both did it to protect the other. Was it reason enough to accept living a lie for four years?

- You can’t leave, Bea. I won’t let you – stated Hamish, slowly approaching his fiancée. 

- Hamish, I lied to you – said Beatrice with a shaky voice – I have been lying to you from the beginning. I have been doing the Order’s bidding, my sister’s bidding and now Coventry’s. I could basically become the new Temple Magus in Washington if I didn’t refuse it because I couldn’t leave you. I am so deep inside the Order sometimes the only thing keeping me sane in my life is you. I am a pathological liar, Hamish. 

- I lied too. I have been a Knight for the past eight years. I’ve led the Knights for the past six years. I’ve attacked and defended and did some thing I’m not proud either, even if I believe in the cause we serve. 

- Your pack literally hates my guts.

- The Order is hunting werewolves down. 

- I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because the Order, Hamish. 

- I can’t imagine my life without you, Beatrice. 

The honesty in his tone was almost murderous. She felt his words crawling down her skin as she tried with all her will not to fall apart and into his arms the second he touched her. When he finally did place his hands on the hangers and took them out of her palms, she seemed to have lost her balance for a second. Carefully he placed her dresses back in the closet, brushing against her arm only to return to his previous spot standing before her and looking into her eyes. Beatrice tilted her head up as he was a bit taller, barely standing his intense gaze. 

- The Order is your enemy. Werewolves and practitioners are enemies.  

- Are you my enemy?

Beatrice sucked in her next breath as she felt his hand reach for her own gently intertwining their fingers. She couldn’t look away as if his gaze was a magnetic force and she couldn’t overpower it. With his free hand he slowly reached to her cheek wiping away the fresh tear that fell down her eyelashes. Her whole body was trembling beneath his touch just like she always did when he was this close. His scent was driving her crazy, muting her senses and blinding the reason she always followed. It was only after a few moments of undisturbed silence that she spoke up, giving up all her will power to the love she knew was stronger than anything she has ever witnessed in her life. 

- You own my heart and my soul, Hamish. I could never knowingly stand against you. 

Beatrice barely got to finish her sentence before Hamish crashed their lips together, habitually wrapping his arms tightly around her form and pushing her flush against him. An uncontrollable moan escaped her mouth as she melted right into his embrace, entangling her fingers in his silky hair. They were used to messy kisses, those filled with lust and passion and always ending in their bed or other less comfortable places in their apartment, but this was different. The urgency in their movement, hungry lips learning each other like it was the first time, greedy hands trailing invisible paths down their bodies. The act itself felt less like a physical form of dealing with the recent events, but like the final stage of accepting who they are as individuals and who they become as one body, one mind and one soul. When breath came to call they broke apart, but never left each other’s embrace, resting their foreheads against one another. Both were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down at an astounding pace but all that didn’t matter when they knew they had each other despite everything that happened and will happen in the future. 

Hamish could hear Bea’s heart beating like a hummingbird locked in a golden cage. He felt the way she shifted in his arms, trying to get even closer than she already was. Suddenly everything was back to normal. She was his, he was hers. The Order didn’t matter. The Knights didn’t matter. In the silence they exchanged wordless vows promising to protect the love they found in the chaos of their lives. Truth was simple and in plain sight. There was no life for Hamish without Beatrice and there was no life for Beatrice without Hamish. Not even their allegiance to enemy societies could tear them apart. 

- We’re going to figure it out. I don’t know how or how long it will take but there’s one thing I am certain about. You are my life, Bea. I don’t care what anybody else says, you’re the one thing I can’t live my life without. 

Beatrice looked up, catching his longing gaze with her teary eyes. She could see all that he didn’t say but felt within. All the love, the adoration, the promise of life by her side. 

- And I can’t live without you. I can’t breathe without you. To hell with the Order, to hell with Coventry. If I have you, nothing else matters. I love you, Hamish. More than anything. More than life. 

The blonde man gently squeezed her sides, bringing her impossibly close as he pecked her lips quickly, but fiercely. He had this bewildered look on his face as if suddenly he swallowed all the energy in the world and was just ready to release it all back like a supernova. 

- You have no idea how happy I am that you said that. But all things aside, your magic? That was incredible! I can’t even wrap my head around it. You must teach me sometimes. 

Beatrice laughed out gleefully, wrapping her arms tightly around Hamish’s neck, gently nudging his nose with her own. 

- A Knight of Saint Christopher’s willingly asking to be taught magic? Dear God, a true miracle. 

Hamish smiled wildly, staring lovingly at the woman in his arms. All the emotions he felt flying through his mind, he could barely register them all. The happiness, the hope, the overwhelming joy, the relief all flooded him at once, buy unlike before he felt more at peace than ever. Instead of a hurricane he was standing in the soft rain in the middle of summer. Gently he released Beatrice from his grip, turning towards the bed, where the half-filled suitcase laid wide open. Without a word he reached for the clothes already inside and started unpacking it. 

- Since you’re not going anywhere, I believe these belong back in the closet. 

- But only if I am the one to put them away – agreed Beatrice, taking the clothes from her fiancé’s hands – If you start putting my clothes back in, I will never be able to find anything again, so move aside, Mister Duke. 

- If you say so, Missus Duke – replied Hamish cheekily, relinquishing his grip on the hangers. 

Beatrice turned rapidly to face him, almost dropping the dress she was hanging back in the closet. She raised her eyebrows at him bewildered by the name. 

- What did you say?

- If you say so, Missus Duke. 

The sheer tone of his voice, so sultry and alluring made her weak at the knees. Trying to shake off the effect he clearly had on her, Bea turned back to hang the dress she was holding, when she heard the suitcase gently hit the floor beside the bed. The next thing she knew Hamish had his arms around her middle, standing right behind her with his chest lightly touching her back. Every place his fingers touched her body felt like electricity running over her skin as he gently slid his palms beneath the white flowy shirt she was wearing, running invisible traces over her stomach and ribs. He felt her shaking under his hands and smiled wickedly, proud of how she reacted to his even smallest actions. 

- I don’t see a wedding ring in my left hand yet, Mister Duke – whispered Beatrice, leaning into Hamish as his hands roamed freely over her skin. 

- A small technical issue I will see to first thing tomorrow – purred Hamish, tracing her neckline with his nose – But right now we have more pressing matters to attend to. 

***

Beatrice heaved heavily as she laid her head over Hamish’s bare chest regaining her breath after the last few hours they spent in their bedroom. 

- Now I understand why you never got tired. Werewolf durability.

Hamish laughed heartily, wrapping hir arms around her body and kissing her temple gently. 

- Darling, believe me. The werewolf part is just a small particle of my endurance. Mostly it’s the fact that my future wife is the sexiest woman on planet Earth, and I can’t control myself around her. 

Bea raised her eyes, looking up at a very smug looking Hamish grinning like an idiot. She propped herself on her elbow, resting her free hand flat on his chest. 

- Say it again. 

- What?

Beatrice shook her head quickly pecking his lips. 

- You know what. 

Suddenly his gaze softened as he expertly tucked a rouge whisp of her chocolate hair behind her ear. For a moment he remained silenced as he admired her flushed cheeks and sparkling blue irises looking back at him with so much love and adoration he could burst. Gently, he cupped her face, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb never breaking eye contact. 

-  My future wife.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

New Chapter ~ H.D.

A/n: Finally getting more requests out!! Six left :)

Request: “Hamish falling for the reader (male, if thats okay?) who has just been chosen by one of the pelts, and being terrified of losing him because of what happened with Cassie?? Maybe Randall pushes him into confessing by threatening to ask him out himself? (I love a chaotic good wingman )” by anon

MASTERLIST

It had been a long time coming.

Hamish knew what was going on with him. He knew what that feeling in his chest was when he looked at Y/n. He knew why his fingers twitched when Y/n had a hair out of place, or something smeared on his face. He knew why he tended to lean into Y/n, like he was magnetic, and why he protected him more than anyone else. Why he listened to Y/n talk about things that Hamish otherwise found incredibly dull and a waste of time. Why he let Y/n invade his space and do things he’d murder any of the others for doing - like making drinks with his special cups. He knew what it meant when Y/n stole a random shirt and it happened to be Hamish’s and when he wore it around, it made the poor TA unable to move or breathe or think.

If any of that wasn’t obvious enough, he gave himself away with his thoughts. The ones that took him through a day distracted because he was thinking about what Y/n was wearing, or his smile or voice or laugh or touch. The ones that excitedly counted down the seconds until Hamish could see him again. The ones that had him waking up gasping from dreams he did not want to think about... the ones that followed him in the daytime too, dreaming even with his eyes open and smiling to himself at the fantasies his stupid little mind came up and tortured him with.

Hamish knew he was in love with Y/n.

That wasn’t the problem.

Y/n was another TA, and worked for one of the math teachers - physics. They had initially bonded over people thinking their subject boring and hard and ridiculous and unnecessary. The men had exchanged so many jokes about it they’d started to wonder if the other would be able to understand their subject. So they’d done lesson plans together, and then... kept doing that, because it was a lot easier and more pleasant to do it with someone else.

Now they were friends...

But Hamish wasn’t human. Not really. He was a Knight, a wolf. He was caught in a war of magic and moral greyness. One that held either death or misery for everyone who was apart of it. He couldn’t have a relationship in this world - he had tried once, and it had failed. Now more than ever, he was surrounded with failing relationships that reminded even more that it just wouldn’t work.

And even if it did, how could he ever subject Y/n to this world? He was already stressed, even if he did talk about having adventures and becoming a hero. Even if he did like fantasy books and studied mythology lore. Even if he dreamed of more... he didn’t actually understand what he was asking for. While Y/n was busy dreaming of magic, Hamish wished he could join him. Wished he didn’t know. That he had never even looked at or touched or smelled any of it.

And yet, he’s in love with him.

So really it was inevitable.

In one way or another, Hamish expected Y/n to learn what was going on. Learn about the secrets Hamish had been hiding from him. If not the shifty behavior, perhaps the actual magical battle that happened on the porch of the den, or the fear eating demon that went around, or the wolves who had lost their memories freaking out when they heard magic, or the hundreds and hundreds of memory altering spells that began rolling in as magic got closer and closer to being exposed.

He had accounted for everything.

Except for this.

Because how could it go any other way. Right?

Hamish tried to calm his breathing. Tried to clear his mind. Tried to steady his heartbeat. He hadn’t known what to expect when today had gone oh so wrong. Alyssa’s funeral had been today, and Lilith was still trying to get back into hell as they tried to figure out what exactly to do about the whole situation. And... then there was Y/n.

He had come to the funeral mostly to support Hamish. Y/n had only met her once, and it had been brief. She was in his class and had missed a day a while back when she caught the flu. Of course, it had actually been because she was losing sleep trying to come up with a memory dust that would actually wipe the wolves’ minds so they wouldn’t be killed - but details, details right?

The point was, Y/n shouldn’t have even been there. Maybe at the funeral, but not after. Not when the wolves and magicians all gathered around the trunk a way aways from the crowd that had been dispersing. Everyone was going home, and even if they did look over they’d see a bunch of people who had been close to Alyssa gathered together over a trunk. Hamish wondered, looking back, if that was what Y/n had seen. Maybe a trunk of Alyssa’s things, being discussed over.

Whatever he saw, it worried him enough to approach. None of them noticed - they were too distracted by the way the trunk bucked, jerking as if something inside was trying to get out.

They all knew what that meant.

Unfortunately, that made no damn sense. Everyone currently in the group was already wolfed up, except Vera whose face was twisted with horror as she feared that she was about to be chosen by not just any wolf pelt, but Alpha.

It wasn’t Vera.

The chest fell onto its side, stilling for a second.

“Is everything okay over here, guys?”

Hamish watched his life turn into a horror movie in slow motion. Of all the terrible things he’d faced, watching in bullet time as the trunk exploded open and the pelt launched out from inside, swallowing a wide eyed Y/n whole - that was the worst thing Hamish had ever seen or experienced. Nothing could top this.

Thankfully most of the people were gone and Jack acted quickly, rushing Y/n into the woods and even further away from anyone who might see anything. Y/n didn’t seem to be on the attack for anyone specific, but when any of the other wolves went to stop him, Y/n would growl and his teeth would bare and they all felt a pull to obey. To kneel. To listen.

Not even Hamish had seen anyone take to Alpha so well as Y/n.

The next few days had been hectic. Catching Y/n up on the reality of life had been a lot, and with the new emotions of Alpha driving him, his usual placid nature was becoming aggravated. The more they tried to teach or place Y/n in a situation he felt out of control in, the more agitated he seem to become, reactions arranging anywhere from verbally retaliating to literally trying to bite someone’s head off.

The turn for the better had kicked off when Lilith had tried to claw her way back to Hell yet again an Y/n had been able to stop her. She may be a demon, but she had been a wolf first, and as Timber still lived on inside of her, he answered to Alpha before anything else.

It was what seemed to have pushed Alpha to find a host. Timber was trapped in Lilith until she died and if she was a demon, it meant she’d be nearly if not completely immortal. Which meant Timber would be lost forever. The wolves may not totally care about their hosts but they did care about each other - first and foremost.

A weird relationship formed between Y/n and all the other wolves because of this.

Not only did Lilith, a demon, listen to him despite all her best efforts, so did Randall. Even with his dumbest ideas and impulses were satiated by a strong word or look from Y/n. Jack’s craziest plans were paused, and with some pressure they all finally slowed down - which meant they made better plans, but no one was happy about it. Gabrielle tried to flirt to get out from under Y/n’s gaze, which seemed to sear deeply into all of their souls, but even she found her eyes averting when Y/n pressed issues and shut her attitude down, or stopped her when she was lashing out or treating someone badly.

Hamish was weak to Y/n, but the other wolves knew that wasn’t because of Alpha.

The real tragedy was that Y/n wasn’t doing it on purpose. He tried so hard all the time to not to, in fact, and cringed every time he shut down Jack or Randall, or silenced Gabrielle or brought Lilith to a stand still. He recoiled physically when Hamish would stop dead in the middle of a sentence, or how he backed down far too quickly from his team leader role the second Y/n was in the room.

He really couldn’t help it though. Not only because Alpha didn’t hesitate a second to flex his authority over everyone else in the group, but because Y/n was a very assertive person. Never in an overbearing way, but more in a mom friend way. When he spoke, people listened. When his students goofed around or did something stupid all he needed to do was shoot them a look and they’d usually calm down. It wasn’t new that Y/n walked into a room and held authority - it was a problem that he hadn’t earned the authority he had with the Knights. It’s was even by choice - Alpha’s wolf magic or whatever the fuck was forcing the other wolves to listen to Y/n, and it made him the most uncomfortable - even more uncomfortable than Gabby and Lilith who constantly bit that this was incredibly sexist.

The second turn for the better came full circle when Y/n seemed to get his impulses under control.

At first he avoided speaking or eye contact, still radiating that aura of power but containing it as best he could. This is when Hamish would take over again, working with Vera to help the rest of the group.

After that, it was that he could speak, or make eye contact, but not at the same time without triggering some Alpha power. Very quickly he learned how to do both and still not inflict his will on other people.

Then Y/n became a much better leader, making suggestions and letting his own charisma and good ideas influence others rather than influencing everyone via force. He earned his spot the right way, eventually reaching a place where he and Hamish were sort of co-leaders.

Y/n was struggling though. Even with his powers slowly getting under control, Y/n constantly beat himself up and felt horribly guilty when Lilith would freak out and Y/n was forced to use his abilities to stop her from escaping. Then kept her in a demon circle in the basement, trapped for now but ready to escape at any second.

Even with powers aside, Y/n was struggling with this new world he now had to face. He was curious, and asked lots of questions and generally seemed to enjoy it, but... that joy seemed to drain a little, more and more as bad things started to happen. Y/n had thought magic was cool until someone used it for evil, or until the ringing made him shift and kill people, or some seriously fucked up shit started to bubble up.

He struggled to wrap his head around it as they all did in the beginning, and as he battled with his dreams coming true versus realizing those dreams had only been half of the story and that there was actually a darkness to this life he had once wanted, Hamish suffered more and more. His relationships had been hopeless before, but now that was gone. Now it was so much worse, because not only was Y/n’s suffering greater and his view of the world darkened, but Hamish desperately yearned for him.

That was the thing about Y/n. He might have lost some of his vigor, but at his core he still believed that people were more inclined to be good than evil. That those who made bad decisions were just lost, and usually searching for something else entirely but had been convinced that their current way was the only way to get what they really wanted. The vampire wasn’t a sadistic killer, they just needed to eat. The Order wasn’t cruel and power hungry, they were hiding who they really were in a world they feared would reject and attack them. They felt out of control and ultimately scared - being brought to your knees wasn’t for everyone.

His compassion and mercy only made him so much more amazing in Hamish’s eyes. Y/n was a great leader, and even better when he worked closely at Hamish’s side. Randall began to joke that the two men were the Den Mother and Father, which didn’t help Hamish’s poor heart.

As things heated up and the pack got closer and closer, Randall cornered Hamish. “Okay all chaos and shit hitting the fan aside, what is wrong with you?”

Hamish blinked, looking down at the shorter man. “I’m... not sure what you mean.” He knew exactly what Randall meant. Since even before Y/n had been a wolf, Randall had been pushing Hamish to act on his feelings. This pushing had turned to shoving since Y/n had bonded with Alpha, and then escalated into full body tackling when things had regulated and turned into what it was now.

Randall rolled his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other. Why work you do anything?”

“Why won’t he?” Hamish snapped. “Why is it up to me?”

Randall immediately knew that they were getting somewhere. “He tries! He doesn’t flirt or anything, but if he even tries to joke with you, or do anything that normal friends do - if it’s not leading the pack together or doing something school related you shut down. You keep your distance like he’s trying to kill you or something.”

Hamish didn’t have anything to say to that. He just shrugged. When Randall rose an eyebrow, Hamish sighed. “Everything’s really complicated right now. Lilith is finally acting like her old self, and warming up to Y/n. I’m trying to not make it any more complicated than it is.”

Randall scoffed. “It’s always complicated, Hamish. Jack and Alyssa are the best of example that there’s no good time to do this kind of thing, and that sometimes it fails even when you try everything. I mean, look at Nicole and Lilith even, or-“ he cut off for a second, holding something back.

Hamish’s lips twitched just a little. “You and Jack?”

Suddenly Randall looked less confident. It had been a long time coming between them. After Jack had gotten his memories back, his relationship with Alyssa hadn’t been the same. It quickly seemed like he was growing more and more platonic with her, and stopped chasing her altogether. When she died, he had been heartbroken - not for his lost love, but for his lost friend. He had cared about her very differently to the day they’d met and the relationship they’d had after that. Along with that, Jack and Randall had been getting closer and closer, and Hamish was pretty sure there was something going on there.

Hamish was also sure that was why Randall wanted Y/n and Hamish to get together. Not just because he wanted to see the people he cared about happy, but because if they worked out, it meant some hope for Jack and Randall too.

It had been unfair to point out though, and they both knew it. “Feelings are hard and people are complicated, and this weird dynamic between the Order and the Knights isn’t going to get much easier - at least not in our time line. Even if we work together better eventually, there’s still too much history. Even more so with demons in the mix, and these rogue magic users trying to end the world with their pride.” He rolled his eyes, ever trying to ease tension with soft teasing and a joke or two. “It’s never going to be the right time. The right time doesn’t exist - even for normal people. Life is complicated and hard and against everyone.”

Shrugging again, Hamish brushed off the rather good argument. “It’s hard for normal people. And it’s even worse for us. More complicated, and more dangerous, and way more pointless. Don’t we have enough to worry about?”

“Don’t we have enough suffering?” Randall argued. “Haven’t we lost enough? Told ourselves no? Fought our feelings and forgiven people we didn’t want to? Why can’t you let yourself be happy? Adding more suffering into your plate by refusing to allow yourself this is just another goddamn thing that life gets over you. You’re miserable!”

A scoff shot from Hamish. They were both getting agitated, voices rising just a little as they got heated. “Haven’t we lost enough?” Hamish mocked. Not that it had been a dumb question, but that Randall had said the exact reason Hamish was so hesitant to do anything about his feelings and still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Couldn’t see the simple truth staring him directly in the face.

Before, Randall genuinely hadn’t understood what the big hold up was. As he looked at Hamish now though, it clicked. He softened. “This is about Cassie.”

Cassie.

Did Randall have to say her name? In this conversation that hit hard and cut deep, couldn’t they spare the TA and not force him to relive everything in blinding vibrance? As if the situation itself wasn’t enough. Randall sighed, frowning.

“Every once in a while, I forget.” Randall’s voice was soft. Hamish looked up at him; Randall looked back steadily. “You play cup pong to solve problems and rant about shit so nerdy I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it. You mix drinks and have all these traditions. You seem... so unphased, by everything. Older too. You’re only a year or so older than me, but you’re just constantly oriented.” He smiled fondly, chuckling. “I always admired your ability to keep it together. To have an open mind and keep going, even when you’re so tired and done and sometimes I think you’re finally going to stop. Give up in some small way or another. And then you don’t.”

For a moment, Hamish can’t look at Randall anymore. He shakes his head. “What’s you’re point?”

“Goddamnit,” Randall sighs. “I can’t imagine what it was like to lose her. You changed so much after that... but you shouldn’t stop yourself from being happy every again.” A pause. “But hell, if you really are decided to lose him, don’t let me stop you. In fact, please give me the sign that it’s cool to make a move. The man is...” Randall tilted his head, smirking, looking off I RK the distance a bit, like he was admiring a memory instead of anything around him. “If you don’t ask him out, I’ll be happy to do it instead.”

Hamish rolled his eyes. They both knew Randall was full of shit. No matter how attractive he found Y/n, his heart was set on someone else. That didn’t stop Hamish from finding himself suddenly very willing to talk to Y/n about his feelings. The real fear had always been losing Y/n, and now a different kind of loss occurred to him.

In all his agony, Hamish had never considered losing Y/n to someone else. Not death or magic or depression or the pressure of their new life or even Alpha. Not to school or students or time or graduation or when they eventually moved onto the next thing. Hamish could lose him, right here, right now, to a pretty smile and shimmering eyes.

Just someone else.

Kicked into gear, Hamish didn’t even give Randall a response. He just shot him a glare and then huffed, turning and pulling out his phone as he began to walk toward the school. He called Y/n. “Hey are you available right now?”

“Like, right at this very second?” Y/n asked. “Um. I’m grading. But I could take a break,” Y/n added hastily. “If you needed something.” He’d been trying to leave things open ended so it was less a shit down or a command and more of a conversation. It made Hamish smile.

“Maybe not need.” Hamish knew he was stalling. That didn’t stop him from doing it though, pretending that he was considering leaving Y/n to his work even as he quickly made his way to Y/n’s form. “If you’re too busy.”

“Never too busy for you,” Y/n answered with a slight chuckle. He got a lot softer when talking to Hamish, a little lighter too. Like the sun was coming out after a cold night, or weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. Like just talking to Hamish was enough to make the burden of life a little easier to bard.

Oh boy.

Please have mercy, he silently begged, more than sure that he was about to get anything but.

“Quick, meet me at your dorm. I do need something, but if we keep it fast you can get back to it.”

Really, Y/n was almost done. He wasn’t stressed about it. He was tired from all the things he’d been keeping track of though, so he didn’t mind keeping the option to keep the hang out short in case he ran out of a social battery completely. So he didn’t tell Hamish that. “Okay, I’ll be down soon.”

Something sharp started to turn in Hamish’s stomach as he tried to not let his brain talk him out of meeting Y/n and going through with what he was about to do. The second he got to the form and saw Y/n’s smile, he thought about bolting... but then he thought about Y/n smiling at someone else. At Randall or maybe even Gabby or someone else entirely. Someone other than him. Suddenly it wasn’t hard to stay in place and approach the other TA.

They both walked toward each other, meeting in the middle. Y/n seemed a little concerned at the intense look on Hamish’s face. “You okay?” He asked gently. A part of him worried there was some horrible news once again, but he got the feeling it would have been a meeting at the Den, or a discussion for when they got together and did their grading if it had to do with the Knights of school.

“Unlikely,” Hamish joked. It fell a little flat and he shook his head, deciding to simply going for it. “Y/n, I...” he looked away, swallowing. Maybe it would have been better if Y/n ended up with someone else... and then something clicked in Hamish’s head. “Our lives are so fucking complicated. Between teaching classes and fighting the forces of evil, I feel like we can never catch a break.” Y/n chuckled and Hamish actually smiled. “But then I’m with you, and you make it all a little bit easier. It’s not complicated with you, and you help me with everything else. With anyone, for either of us, it’s going to be harder. You get what it’s like to be a TA. You know what it’s like to be a college student. What it’s like to be in on this world of magic. What it’s like to be a Knight when there’s the Order, or tourist magic users. What it’s like to be the leader of a team of idiots.” They both laughed again, but this time they were both blushing. “I was so scared to lose you. But... I am. By not acting on my feelings, by letting you pass me by. I’m losing everything - and I’d rather lose you after I’ve gotten to experience what it’s like to have you. Really have you, as mine. And me as yours. We all lose each other eventually, but maybe we can get a few years first.

Voice gone, Y/n could only stare at Hamish. His eyes were full of tears but he was smiling, his lips pressed together as he tried to hold himself together. When Hamish didn’t say anything for a while though, it was obvious that he was waiting for a response though so Y/n tried to manage it. “Are you saying that you want to try something more than what we have? Because if this is one of those ridiculously cheesy love confessions, theoretically, I would say - in this situation - that I’d maybe like to step back for a second. Maybe we could start with a date and then go from there.

Whatever fears had been holding Hamish back before disappeared and he laughed. “I would love to start with a date. Just the two of us.” He tilted his head, suddenly feeling sheepish and silly. “What did you have in mind?”

Y/n smiled. “I was about to finish my grading.” He didn’t want to go back to that nonsense now. This was so much better. “Come inside and I’ll make dinner. Maybe we could make it together, and then play a gam for watch something. Or just talk.”

Nodding, Hamish stapled closer and brushed his knuckles along Y/n’s. They both let a breath of relief out as Y/n intertwined their fingers. It seemed they had a lot to talk about after all. Hamish couldn’t wait.

“Lead the way.”

-

Male reader: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

[allxthingsxglxtter]

@lcnelylcves​ || For Hamish

“Good.  You’re here.”  Caradoc hadn’t even knocked on the door to Hamish’s creepy house, or on the door to his office, just striding in like he was welcome even though he knew he likely wasn’t.  He likely wasn’t even a face his brother wanted to see today, but in this particular moment Caradoc didn’t care.  He put his hands down on his desk, bracing himself against it as he looked him in the eye looking more angry than Caradoc had ever visibly been.

He’d decided to spend his free day yesterday in the Library, wandering the shelves before deciding to try and look up his family.  See if they had stories that had made it in.  Caradoc had admittedly tried looking up Gennie first, but the last name turned out to be enough to lead him to Hamish’s story.  He hadn’t read the description, didn’t know anything going into it, so imagine his surprise when his mom appeared early in.  As head of a weird, magic group.  That was enough to wrap his head around.  He would’ve skipped ahead until he recognized one of the guys from the med school, Randall also being in it, and then when Hamish finally did show up..Caradoc had had to rewind the scene and rewatch it.  Leader of a freaking werewolf club?  And casually talking about murdering someone like that was normal.  Which, it turned out, it was.

He watched every moment, without stopping, for the whole 17 hours straight.  It was a nightmare, Caradoc learning so much tragedy about his brother’s life he’d never had any idea of, as well as the rather ruthless nature of the club he ran out of the creepy house that was somehow here in Sydney.  But that wasn’t even the worst of it for Caradoc, and that wasn’t really what had him openly emotional in front of his oldest brother. 

 “I get it.  We’re not close, never have been, and that’s due in part to just, being a Duke in general how we are, and then the other, obvious reasons for why I’m not close to any of you.  So, I’m gonna start this rant by stating I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t have expected you to, and I honestly don’t give a shit your...what, possessed by a werewolf?  I guess? And sleeping with my mom, which is weird?  That’s beside the point.”   He shook his head, trying to refocus on what he needed to say.  “I just spent the last 17ish hours watching just some of your life on a tv which is strange as it is, but in those 17ish hours I fucking lost count of how many times you nearly died.  Lost count Hamish. I also lost count of how many people died and how much..death you’ve lived through, which, is also super concerning but the reasoning on most of it was...legitimate so that’s not...as bad to me.  It might be, once I’ve slept and actively thought this through, but you nearly fucking died.  A lot.  And you signed up for it!  You joined the “short is the life” club, and that’s...that thought was enough to spin in my brain fast enough that I’m here yelling at you for scaring the shit out of me.   Yeah, we’re not close but you’re my brother and I love you and I don’t have to know everything about you to know that losing you would never be okay.  No matter how good the cause is, you’re not worth it.  So, you’re not allowed to fucking die or open up anymore hell portals or get stabbed or...any of that because you’re my brother and I can’t..I can’t fucking fathom a world where you’re not in it.”

Tears were welling in his eyes by the end of it, heartbroken and wrecked by how much pain Hamish had lived through and scared of how close and how often he’d come to losing him and had no idea.  But feeling the tears in his eyes brought him back to reality a little, straightening to stand straight in front of Hamish’s desk and tense a little as he realized that not only had he swore more than ever before in his life, but he’d said a whole lot he really didn’t have any right to say to a family member that likely didn’t actually care what he thought or felt about any of it at all.  Caradoc took a breath before taking a step back towards the door, deciding it was best to leave.    

“I...sorry.  It...I shouldn’t have just burst in here with that..I promise not to tell the others, I’ll just..I should go.  Sorry.”

[zaceouiswriting]

Worth it

Characters: Randall Carpio x male reader, Hamish Duke x male reader

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Nothing majorly graphic

Some nights are exhausting for them. In particular when their other sides decide to take over their bodies and do as they please.

But even if this happens, there are never really any long-term problems. Because subconsciously, they still had a certain control over their bodies, even if they, are, enclosed by the furs. After all, they've been doing this for years.

That was one of the reasons neither of them thought of their aching bodies or the strange feeling on their skin. It was nothing new either. They liked playing in the mud, all over the woods, and everywhere it was possible without getting seen to feel free. Sometimes they even hunt small animals only for the thrill.

But when Hamish and Randall opened their eyes, their blood ran cold as they could see the other person lying across the living room.

It took both a while before they could comprehend what they were seeing. Too dazed to really manifest the things they see.

Hamish was the first of the two to come back to his senses. A feeling of dread overcame him, which got Randall out of his exhausted mind as well.

As they stood in front of each other, their eyes widened even more, clearly seeing the horror in the other's eyes.

Slowly, almost simultaneously, they reached out to touch the other man. The hard feeling of the red crust all over their body made them wince.

They definitely killed something or at least bled it dry the night before. And it wasn't a little bit; therefore, it most likely would not be a small animal because they don't have that much blood.

Randall finally understood the fear Hamish felt before he was mostly just surprised. The older man started pushing it out of his pores as a hormonal signal. Eventually, as his hand touched the crust on Hamish's body, a similar reaction came over him.

Some of the blood wasn't even hard yet. That meant they played with their prey for a while until there was most likely nothing left of it.

They could only hope they hadn't killed a human that night, only a larger animal. But if it was a person, it would change them forever, mostly psychologically.

Before anyone else did, they had to find that corpse they tore to pieces the night before first to hide it. But with blood everywhere, they had to wash up before that.

Luckily, they couldn't smell Jack or Lilith, so walking around the house naked wasn't a problem. It wouldn't have been a problem for Randall either way. In the end, he was body positive. He loved it when people looked at him in adoration.

Still, he loved it more with you. To make you blush when he's suddenly naked in front of you. Like he does with your mutual boyfriend Hamish, even if the older man is much better at hiding his arousal than you ever could be.

Just thinking about you made Randall feel nauseous. One that scared him half to death. He couldn't smell or hear you in the house. As if you vanished in the night.

Whenever he and Hamish went to wolf out, you were here. To wait for them and help them heal if needed. After all, you were their little personal healer.

Just as he glanced over at the older man next to him, he looked back at him just as concerned. Before either of them could say anything, they ran. They almost pushed each other out of the way to get to the second floor faster. Their hands flew everywhere. Walls, railing, and each other.

They even pushed each other when they were already on the first floor. When they opened your door, it was empty. That awful feeling in their chests was growing by the second. Dread filled their veins, adrenalin pushing it through their bodies at an alarming rate.

Your bed was made as if you hadn't slept in it at all last night. "Could it be possible?" they asked themselves silently. Neither of them had any memory of you last night searching for them. So you had to be in the house, right?

The opening of the front door snapped them out of their devastating thoughts. The heavy opening of the door, which is usually easy to open, finally caught all their attention.

As quickly as they could, they reached the railing on the second floor and looked straight down into the foyer.

Neither of them really believed their eyes. No other than you suddenly stood in the middle of the house. With ruined clothes and wounds all over your marvelous, smooth, and toned body. Even destroyed, you looked like a snack to them.

That horrible feeling of fear really seemed to have been the truth.

„There you two are," your voice was soft but strong and...  slightly exhausted.

The two men couldn't move at all: they could only look into your beautiful eyes. Wondering what they did to you. Their eyes darted up and down your body, nausea overcoming them just thinking they might have done this to you. Or if they didn't inflict these wounds on your body, which they loved so much, who else could have done such terrible things to it.

But how you opened your arms and asked them with your hands, full of warmth and nothing more but adoration in your eyes, for them to come into your arms. In unison, they jumped over the railing right in front of you.

Not even a second later, you had them both in your arms, caressing your aching and hurt body.

„You two have a really tough bite. I have to admit that. Using my poor body as your personal chewing toy was hard to take.”

It totally went over their head that you're joking. You even used different vocal styles to try and make it funnier. But it had almost the opposite effect.

Both men escaped you faster than light. Now that they were looking at your body much more closely, again mostly horror on their faces, they slowly but surely began to accept that no one but them did this to you, their healer and lover. The only person they both loved with all their hearts.

But before either of them can tell you how sorry they are, you held out your hand. "No, I don't want to hear any excuses. It was really my fault. Luckily I can't be killed, and my body should be healed in eight to twenty-four hours. So just help me clean myself up? And maybe take a bath with me? Just being around you helps me heal faster.” You told them sheepishly, avoiding their predatory glances.

To support the fact that you really were already healing, you stuck out your forearm where a few minutes ago, was this pretty deep bite hole that one of them had dug into you. Now there was almost nothing to see.

„I hope my meat at least tasted good. Because it was the only time either of you ever got a taste."

Randall especially understood your dark brand of humor this time. One he hadn't previously known you had. But because of that, he fell even deeper in love with you.

„How about you do whatever you want with the two of us? Maybe force Hamish to wear my clothes and me to wear his? Or maybe force me to be naked all the time and do as you say?”

You were painfully aware of what he was doing. Not just to make you forgive them. What you have already done. But also to even it out between the three of you.

„There's just one problem, Randall," you whisper in his ear as he carries you to the upstairs bathroom. His eyes were fixed on you. „You two already do whatever I tell you to. But I still accept it.”

After planting a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips, you leaped from his strong arms to Hamish: "You know, I've always wanted to see how you look in Randall's clothes. You're hot in your typical teacher's clothes. But dressed as a jock college frat boy? I think this could be a game changer for you.”

Hamish hastily kissed you and pinned you against the wall, only to disappear into Randall's room a second later. Leaving you alone with Randall, "You haven't had much fun with him lately, have you?" he asked with a wide knowing smirk.

It's true that you pretty much ignored Hamish for a while. Mainly to urge him to be more assertive. You love it when he's a submissive top since Randall is always the dominant top, but you want them to switch roles sometimes.

„Maybe I'll do the same to you, pretty curly-haired boy. Hearing you whimper when I touch you, begging me to do anything until you submit to me completely.” Your hot breath on his skin, your lips ghosting over his strong chest, drove the man in front of you wild, at least in his head.

„Come on guys, let's wash each other up," called Hamish as he came running back from Randall's room with a handful of his clothes.

Only able to only grin at the two men because you knew that you had them wrapped around your little finger. Maybe you should let them nibble on your body more often if they're like this afterward. Everything was worth it, even putting yourself in danger where ordinary mortals would have died.

After all that, you probably had to tell them the complete truth behind you and your abilities. But until then, you'll enjoy everything you can get out of the guilt they feel.

[Masterlist]

[train-wrecc]

ALPHA.

• hamish duke x fem!reader

warning(s) ⚠️: none? somewhat angst (not really), death, mentions of blood

pairings: vera x niece!reader, hamish duke x reader

summary: y/n is vera stones niece who had been inducted into the hermetic order of the blue rose 4 years ago (senior in college) however when reviewing books in the reliquary/vault for an assignment she stumbles upon a certain fur coat, the hide of alpha.

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

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y/n had barely set foot into the temple before alyssa almost tackled her to the floor. "geez, medicum, watch where you're going."

"magistratus! you're just the person i was looking for! im so sorry for bumping into you but uh, " the blonde gestures behind her with a hand, "the temple magus would like to see you..." she says, before plastering an awkward smile and walking off.

"and i thought today couldn't get any worse..." y/n mumbled.

y/n walked down the corridor before stopping at the large doors which the temple magus who just so happened to be her aunt, sat behind.

the doors opened before her, and she was met with her aunt and a large older man. "temple magus." y/n said nodding her head, glancing at the man that was stood beside her aunt in confusion.

"magistratus, welc-" vera was interrupted by the older man beside her.

"vera quit with the formalities, she's your niece!" he chuckled.

"edward coventry, the grand magus." edward extended his hand out for y/n to shake. she embraced his hand with hers giving a firm shake.

"your aunt has told me a lot about you y/n,"

"all good things, i assume." y/n responded.

"yes, of course, you could say im intrigued... meet me in the temple tomorrow afternoon. I have an interesting assignment for you."

-

the door clattered open as alyssa made her way into the temple where y/n and a few other magistratus' stood.

the others glanced in shock, "what is a medicum doing here?" selena questioned as she snickered at kyle as alyssa walked past the group.

"she's here like the rest of us, the magus wouldn't have allowed her to be here if she hadn't proven herself." y/n said in an attempt to get selena to shut up.

"are you sure? the only reason you're a magistratus is because of your auntie." selena continued.

y/n rolled her eyes tired of dealing with selena, "you're right, who else promotes us besides the magus? selena, why don't you keep your mouth shut, before i shut it for you, after all, my aunt is the temple magus."

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

"okay! vera says that you're the ones with the most potential. potential will get you into the door, but it will not guarantee you a seat, " edward rips off the cloth which was obstructing the view of what appeared to be an obsidian block, "at the table." he continued.

"this obsidian block is estimated to be between, mhm, 1,500 and 2,000 years old." he gesticulates to the block.

"but spoiler alert. this is no ordinary... hunk of rock," he says, dropping a bug onto the rock which in turn burst.

"something is inside this obsidian that people don't want others to have. i want you to reverse engineer the magic protecting this stone."

y/n notices alyssa begins to write "deleatur?" on her notebook, as kyle glances at the word on the book before speaking up.

'of course he would, arrogant prick....' y/n thinks to herself.

"magus?" kyle steps forward, "with your permission?" he continued, as edward motioned towards the rock, as a signal to continue.

kyle raised a knife to his right hand before slicing it and muttering "deleatur", flicking his wrist toward the stone.

shortly after the flick of his wrist, his right forearm collided against his upper arm, his limb broken now, bone sticking out.

he gasps in pain, which puts a small smirk on y/ns face, 'serves him right...' roaming in her mind.

"you know how to heal that?" edward breaks the silence. kyle responded with a shake of his head 'no'.

"right. my driver will take you to the hospital."

kyle walks out of the room, hunched over, cradling his right arm the best that he can.

edward picks the obsidian up from its frame, "now that you know what you're dealing with, impress me." before he follows behind kyle.

"alyssa. make sure the temple gets a proper cleansing." are his last words.

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

"now we know why she's here." diego called, his arm around selena's shoulder calls, a smirk on his face as she laughs before they continue to make their way out of the temple.

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

"don't worry about them medicum, you're not here for that. they just feel threatened by you." the y/h/c (your hair colour, i.e. brunette, blonde) girl spoke up.

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

y/n simply nodded in return, before stalking off to go pester her aunt, she had an idea about an incantation that might work on reversing the magic which was protecting the obsidian.

-

next day...

y/n's fist met the door as she knocked.

she could faintly hear the word "aperiatur" slip from her aunt's lips, as the doors opened.

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

y/n rolled her eyes, her aunt had always been so persistent in remaining professional at the temple, so that other members never thought y/n only got in due to vera.

"hey auntie vera," y/n says her words practically covered in honey.

"one. what did i tell you about keeping our professionalism and two. what do you want?" vera smirked knowing her niece too well.

a sigh came from y/n's lips, knowing her aunt had caught on.

"you're aware of the assignment of edward's that i'm apart of?" her aunt nodded in respond to the question.

"well i need to get into the vault, and before you interrupt me there's a book in there that i want to examine and see if i can find an incantation for the assignment." y/n explained, she had been planning on talking to her aunt the day before but something had come up.

"no." vera gulped knowing well she had given alyssa, a medium, access to the reliquary the day before. however the vault is different she reassured herself.

"of course, god forbid you do me one favour." y/n said her voice sour, her head nodding in false understanding.

"y'know ive worked my ass twice as hard as anyone else to be here, and yet i'm always getting criticized the most for every simple mistake that i make which aren't very many..." y/n began, her aunts answer irking her.

"and you decide to do alyssa the kiss ass a favour and give her access to the reliquary when she's a medicum, however, you can't do me a favour and let me use the vault once." y/n finishes brows furrowed, done with her aunt at the moment.

y/n began to stalk off before vera stopped the girl.

"y/n. you may use the vault." vera murmured.

the y/h (your height i.e. short, tall) girl returned to the room silently.

she handed y/n a necklace with a pentagon-shaped charm attached to it. "repeat after me. sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit." vera says the incantation.

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

with the movement of vera's hand, the bookshelves began to separate and opened to a corridor.

"y/n, sweetheart, you know i love you. the only reason i criticize you, harshly at times, is because i know you have the potential to be twice as great as you already are. greater than me." her aunt said dripping in sympathy and love.

however, y/n doubted that.

"of course i know because you remind me so often." the words slipped from y/n's lips, filled with sarcasm.

y/n made her way through the fear corridor and into the vault clutching the pentagon necklace as vera watched from the entrance.

-

y/n had been searching for the incantation for a few hours now and had yet to find the incantation.

she had rummaged through all the books that were out in the open and visible before deciding maybe there were some in hiding.

she had scoured high and low for books and had nearly given up before her eyes caught a rugged brown chest of some sort.

"this has to be it!" she exclaimed to herself, noticing the lock on the latch of it.

she'd assumed vera had left a while ago, and figured she'd have to talk to her about it the next day.

however, before she could even reach for the lock, it burst and the top of the trunk rose.

all she could see was some kind of fur coat before it had engulfed her and her vision was captured by darkness as she gasped.

(a/n: thank the lord she's a werewolf now, we can now get to the good part!!!!! 🥳)

-

a groan emitted from the y/h/c, as she began to stir. she felt like she was repeatedly getting pricked by something.

sweat dripped down her trembling body, teeth chattering from the cold. her eyes peeled open, vision fuzzy before it cleared. she wrapped her arms around herself, her arms met her bare chest.

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

eyes gazing down, she took in her bare body, painted red. her fingers met the dark red, substance. blood. blood, that was not her own.

"no, no, no, shit! what the fuck did i do?" y/n says in disbelief, hands twitching, as panic fills her veins.

she retrieves herself from the dirt of the forest as she makes her way through the large trees, hiding behind them every so often in order to not expose herself in case anyone were to be in the forest.

she nears a tent not too far from where she awoke and evaluates the area for anyone. it appeared to be vacant, so y/n made her way toward the tent in search of something to cover her bare body with.

however, when she neared the tent, her vision was once again met with blood. on the ground lay a man a hole where his heart should be. her vision became blurred by the tears that filled her eyes. this was the persons life she had took. a young man, who had his whole life ahead of him.

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

though her hands trembled y/n had managed to rummage through his things, and find a change if clothes which we had immediately put on.

the pieces of cloth, which caressed her body, aided in warming her. she didn't waste another second and got to work quickly, digging somewhat of a grave for the male.

once she had covered the now cadaver-filled hole, y/n gathered a few leaves which took the place of which would ideally be flowers.

she sniffled, viciously blinking to try and rid her eyes of tears. y/n gently pressed the leaves into the soil, before getting up from her knees.

next came getting rid of any evidence that the man had ever set foot in the woods. she used a simple incantation to rid the small area of any objects.

after she had done so, she mad her journey near the edge of the woods, which she was quite familiar with, being in the order and they tend to venture in the woods often, especially when recruiting neophytes.

however, around fifteen minutes had passed, and y/n's eyesight was no longer a captive to the never-ending trees.

she no longer knew where she was... she'd never seen a house on the outskirts of the woods. she wondered if it had always been there.

y/n hadn't thought up a plan, before she knew it her legs were carrying her to the front door, and her curled fist met the wood of the door.

she truly hadn't thought about what she was gonna say, until she had knocked on the door.

what would she do? how would she explain her dishevelled appearance? the blood... oh god she had forgotten that she was practically drenched in the dark fluid from head to toe.

-

a/n: y'all this is so bad I'm sorry and it's on the longer side and like for what reason? 🤨😂

like literally nothing happened im so sorry this is literal shit...  obviously there WILL be a PT 2,

& sorry if the spacing is weird i’m on the mobile app...

also this is the only part that’ll be in third pov, i normally write first person but i was trying something different & i didn’t like it

& IM SORRY HAMISH WASNTIN THIS PRT HE'LL BE IN THE NEXT ONE I PROMISE !!!! 😔❤️🤞

[ninimackbrews]

Knights and Kisses

Warnings: very, Very, VERY light sexual themes

Pairing: Hamish Duke x Reader, Lilith Bathory x Reader, Randall Carpio x Reader, Jack Morton x Reader

Hamish Duke: 

Hamish loved to kiss your temple or your wrists. To him they are both highly sensitive and important areas. On days where you’d both be out around campus or taking a walk, he would pull you into his side and plant a light kiss right on your temple. This would also happen if you were standing making him a drink, which was hardly ever, but it did occur once or twice. If you both were just laying in bed or watching tv, it was often you would be holding hands and he you bring them up to his lips and let his lips ghost over the pulse point of your wrist. 

You, on the other hand, loved to roll up on your toes and place kisses on his perfectly crafted jawline. Your height, in this case, was an advantage and allowed you to do this whenever you pleased. This tended to happen when the two of you were at the bar or in the den just alone together. Once you had been sitting watching a movie in the den and felt the urge to just kiss him there so you did. He had looked at you a little surprised at the random action but his words made you giggle.

“Do it again.”

Lilith Bathory:

Lilith would kiss your jaw all day just to hear you giggle and say it tickled. She loved let her lips peck your jawline as she left a room. She loved to be laying in bed and trace her lips from yours down your jaw and kiss behind your ear. There was something intimate about the whole thing to her. You and her were out at the bar once with the others and suddenly a drink came to the table, the bartender saying it was from a guy in the back booth. This of course didn’t sit well with Lilith so she leaned up and kissed your jaw, and trailed her lips to your ear and nibbled a bit. This action made you turn red with blush, but the guy got the message and looked a way from the two of you. 

Just as Lilith, you had a knack for the intimate. Of course kissing her lips were a favorite of yours, but like her you enjoyed to hear her giggle or sigh, and the one place you found enticed this reaction was was her ear, the shell of her ear that is. No matter how many times you did it, it would bring chills to Lilith’s skin and cause her to giggle. 

“Y/n, you know how much that tickles.”

Randall Carpio:

Kissing Randall was more than just kissing, it was true connection. That is cliche, but it is true. Kissing him was like the two of you becoming one, and nothing was really off limits. You were more mindful of PDA, but Randall? No. The man doesn’t care about others seeing anything. He loved to kiss your lips so that was what he was going to do no matter where you two were. A peck goodbye in the dorm building turned into two, then three, then a full blown make out outside Jack’s dorm, where you all had been previously. Of course Jack had to interrupt. But the fact of the matter is, is when presented the opportunity, Randall would kiss your lips.  

You were more PDA aware and would keep the public make outs to a minimum. Your preferred way of showing your affection with kisses was to kiss Randall’s cheek. This was a daily occurrence and sometimes multiple times a day. You loved to see him on campus and plant a kiss on his cheek and walk away. It riled him up. He loved the action because you were giving him just enough, but it made him want more, due to the close proximity to his mouth. 

“Do it again and I’ll french you right here in the quad.”

Jack Morton: 

Jack’s favorite spot to kiss you was on your forehead. The was a tenderness behind it that Jack didn’t use with other people. Just you. He would wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips to the center of your forehead, mumble something you never understood and just hold you. When he was in a rush though, he would sometimes kiss you so hard he would hurt himself. 

You loved to embarrass Jack, and it happened more often than not. Though he was kind of difficult to embarrass. Multiple times you tired and failed, but one day you had been sitting in the Den, your legs over Jack’s lap. You brushed his hair away from his face and leaned in kissing down his face till you settled below his ear and further down his neck. This elicited a sound you had never heard him make before, but you loved it. if he had know that Hamish and Randall had just come in the door he never would have been so vocal, but at the sound of their giggles like children he turned red as a tomato. From then on it was something you just loved to do, and you would kiss his neck all the time, sometimes not even trying to embarrass him, but just to feel him close. It never failed though, at some point he would make noise.

“Y/n, I can’t be caught moaning like that again, its embarrassing as hell.”

[hvproductions]

SUMMARY: The Knights of Saint Christopher learn of your involvement with The Order, prompting you and Hamish to break up. When Edward Coventry takes you as a hostage Hamish realizes that despite everything, he doesn’t want to lose you | Requested by: @elleclairez​  FANDOM: The Order PAIRING: Reader x Hamish Duke WORD COUNT: 1604

WARNINGS: Swearing, violence, mention of death

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When you entered the building belonging to the Knights of Saint Christopher, you instantly knew something was wrong. The four members sitting on the couch in silence was an indicator on its own, yet what worried you the most was their glances and the easily readable expressions on their faces. Lilith seethed with anger, Randall and Jack both with sympathy in their eyes. The look that Hamish, your boyfriend, gave you screamed of anger, hurt, and disappointment all together. Every emotion of theirs was directed towards you, and there was no denying of the reason behind this: the secret of you being in The Order had come out, and now you would have to face the consequences that would surely by dire. 

“I can explain.” You quickly walked closer to them, stopping in surprise when Lilith jumped up with the intention of attacking you; she would have succeeded if Randall hadn’t held her back as the girl struggled against his grip.

“You’re a fucking traitor! We were your friends, we told you everything, and you thank us by stabbing us in the back! Did you tell your precious little Order everything about us?” Lilith yelled with so much anger in her voice that for a second you thought she’d kill you is she’d have the chance.

“I swear to you, I never said anything about you to anything. I would never do-”

“Bullshit!”

“Enough!” Silence befell the whole room due to Hamish’s loud outburst; during your months of dating it was the first time you heard him yell with so much authority in his voice that made no one question why he was the leader of the Knights.

“I want to talk to Y/N, alone.” When no one moved, he added: “Now.”

You stayed put, not daring to move an inch. Forcing herself away from Randall’s grasp, Lilith passed you by deliberately bumping into your shoulder; Randall passed you with a small sympathetic smile on his face while Jack guiltily walked away, leaving you with Hamish who had already managed to fix himself a drink which he downed rapidly fast.

“Were you going to tell me? That you are in The Order?” He silently asked, his eyes desperately searching for an honest answer. You had never seen him looking as broken as he did now; the sadness in his eyes made a tear roll down your cheek. It took everything in you not to walk over to him in order to hug him, even though you knew he would most definitely reject your attempt to do so.

“It’s the only way I can have my scholarship.” You explained, though the look in his eyes said that he did not care much for your excuse. “I promise you Hamish, I did not betray you.”

“You did so by joining The Order and not telling me about it.”

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The next couple of days proved out to be hellish: Lilith and Hamish didn’t want anything to do with you. Randall and Alyssa provided their company after your heartbreak. It was impossible to avoid Jack - the boy apologized for being the person responsible for your breakup, and although you wanted to blame him you knew you couldn’t. The guilt was solemnly on you - you had months to tell Hamish and the other Knights, but didn’t do so only because of fear.

You were such a walking mess that you had managed to ruin a couple of incantations. To make matters worse, they had been for the Grand Magus, and to say he wasn’t happy was an understatement. Luckily, the only punishment you received was that you couldn’t attend the said incantations; you weren’t too sad about it. It was evident you did more bad that good, and perhaps some time away from The Order would provide useful in order to get yourself together.

While The Order waited, your classes didn’t. It didn’t help that you had to see Hamish in a class he taught you - if only people knew you were together with a teacher of yours. It was Alyssa who made the suggestion to skip the class, yet assuring her that you were fine - even though you were not - you still decided to attend his class. After all, you needed every possible credit in order to graduate.

Walking into the class, your eyes briefly met with Hamish’s before he averted his glance away from you. With a small sigh you passed him silently, taking your usual seat in the middle of the classroom. Not a lot of students were present, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Hamish always liked to engage his students in a conversation, and it wasn’t unusual for you and him to argue passionately about a topic that he was teaching. Arguing with him didn’t seem like a good idea now as you made a promise to yourself not to provoke him the following classes you had to share with him.

About ten minutes into your class, your phone silently vibrated in your pocket. You instantly took it out, reading a message from Alyssa who wondered how the class was going. Just as you were about to reply your best friend, Hamish spoke out loudly: “Miss Y/L/N, no phones in class. You have attended plenty enough to know this rule.”

Responding with a glare, you slammed your phone onto your desk, gaining your fellow students’ attention. To them it seemed as if you were only angry because of getting caught, yet you and Hamish knew the truth. If he wanted to act like a douchebag - one who didn’t even bother to listen to you - so could you.

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You knew the Vade Maecum shouldn’t belong to no one, especially to a Grand Magus such as Edward Coventry. That man only thought of no one but himself, and with such a powerful book in his possession, you knew that no one would be safe. When Alyssa came to you for your help, of course you said yes. Even though your magic was not as strong as Alyssa’s, you knew that you had to try to stop him, especially when she revealed to you that Jack was Edward’s firstborn son; you cared too much for him to let him be sacrificed.

For a reason unknown to you, Edward decided not to kill you and Alyssa on the spot like he had done to Jack’s grandfather. Instead, he deemed it wise to bring you along with your best friend to the temple with him, Jack following close behind. For a brief moment you saw Hamish, Randall and Lilith about to attack the Grand Magus. When Hamish saw you being dragged inside, he instantly tried to attack Edward without thinking; he didn’t succeed, as the Magus used a blast on all of the Knights, knocking them out instantly. 

Jack had proved to be smarter that anyone else, making it seem as if the golem Clay was him instead. Therefore, the sacrifice Edward wanted to do so badly didn’t succeed; when he saw the Knights along with Vera Stone raid into the temple, he grabbed you as a hostage, a knife finding its way onto your neck.

You were scared, you really were. When you looked at Hamish you saw that he was too. Yet you forced yourself to give him a small smile before you dropped onto the ground, blood flowing down from your neck. You didn’t see anything else but Hamish desperately trying to do anything to help you; you placed your hand onto his cheek as he looked at you with tears in his eyes. Before you closed your eyes you tried your best to tell him that you loved him, but failed to do so. You waited for the pain to arrive, but instead, peacefulness came.

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You didn’t think you’d open your eyes ever again, yet surprisingly, you did. You found yourself lying in Hamish’s room; as soon as he saw you waking up, he grabbed your hands and gave them a tight squeeze. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying for hours straight, and you noticed that his knuckles were covered in blood like he had hit something or someone many times. 

“What happened? Did you get Edward?” You questioned, trying to sit up in the bed as if you wanted to go after him. Hamish couldn’t help but to let out a small chuckle at that, forcing you to lay down and not make any sudden movements. 

“Why am I not surprised that even after dying you want to go after the bad guy?” He asked with amusement that quickly turned into seriousness. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I thought so too.” You replied, not quite realizing how you were yet alive. Hamish provided an answer by telling you that Vera had used magic to save your life, and that Edward Coventry was now gone.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was blinded by the fact that you are in The Order and how they are our enemies. I know that you would never use bad magic, but I-”

“Don’t forget the time you acted like a douchebag in class.” You added to which he replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that too. But seeing you like that, I realized that I don’t even care that you are in The Order. I had someone I loved once, and I lost her.” He stopped, letting out a small breath as he continued: “But I don’t want to ever lose you, because I love you.”

“Hamish, I love you too, with all my heart.”

[wildflowerwattpad0217]

Hamish Duke SFW Alphabet

THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. DON’T STEAL MY WORK OR I WILL REIGN HELL DOWN ON YOU. THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF MY THE ORDER ALPHABET SERIES. IT WILL MAINLY FOCUS ON THE KNIGHTS OF ST. CHRISTOPHER.

Masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hamish can be very affectionate and he usually shows his affection by either giving you a kiss on the head, making you a drink, or just touching you. God, is he obsessed with touching you but you feel it comforting.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship started because you two were in the same class and ended up exchanging phone numbers. That Saturday you got a drunk call from him, you don’t know why you were so worried about him but you were so you went to go pick him up. The relationship only blossomed from there. You guys began hanging more and studying together for exams.  Then he asked you out and you said yes. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hamish loves to cuddle, more than anyone knows. It also helps tame his inner wolf, just having you in his arms. You prefer to snuggle into his chest with his arm wrapped around you but he may pretend to act all tough but he is the little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When you two first talked about settling down it was scary because he’s a werewolf, you’re a human but in the end Hamish said “If I have to settle down with anyone it better be you.” And Hamish really isn’t that bad at cooking or cleaning but it is something you’ll do together because you strongly believe in equality in the household.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Hamish had to break up with you it would be because his parents are forcing him to so the break up would result in tears and both of you sobbing together on the couch of the Knights of St. Christopher Den.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At first Hamish wasn’t sure about even being in a relationship with you because of a past girlfriend but soon after you guys got together he realized you were the one and wanted to get married but you expressed the fact you weren’t ready and wanted to wait until after college before getting married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hamish is very dominant but very gentle with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

It depends on his mood, but he loves them. When he is angry, that is the only way you get him to calm down but it is quite frequent, but not very often in front of the others. His hugs tends to be bear hugs basically, it feels as if he’s trying to wrap his whole body around you/

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Two months and you said it right back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very. He hates when other people try to flirt with you and he gets very over protective. He tends to spot that it’s making you uncomfortable right away and comes and saves you, making sure they know that he is your boyfriend.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses tend to be as soft as his lips and his favorite place to kiss you is your neck, while his favorite place to be kissed is the cheek because eleven though they are the quickest he thinks they mean the most.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s weary around them but wants to have them with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In bed, cuddled in each other’s arms. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Drinking the alcohol and getting hammered.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first you wouldn’t even know he was a werewolf. You would be out about two months in when he knew he was in love with you and that you could be trusted with the secret. During the two months he would slowly open up about his relationship with his parents which you were completely understanding about. When you did find out about him being a werewolf, you thought he was kidding but he was completely serious and you needed time to process it. He understood that and respected it. It wasn’t less than twenty-four hours later you were back in his arms.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very but if someone screws with you or his pack, he’s gonna kick someone’s ass.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. Even that one time you just mentioned about going to an art museum sometime. Guess where you went for your next date: An art museum.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you accepted him, as a werewolf, when you accepted his world, his pack. (you kinda became the mom of the group ngl)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective, he makes you sit out of all of the action, which gets annoying but he says you have the most important task, Protecting the Den. You’ve become accustomed to research and you’ve picked up a bit of magic too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his hardest because he knows you don’t like being left behind so he tries to make it up through dates and such.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alcoholism.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s concerned because of how he was raised, he was raised to always be concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, you are his mate after all.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He hates the idea of you practicing magic but if it keeps you a little bit safer, he shrugs it off.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who doesn’t bathe regularly. Someone who drinks milk straight from the jug. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He tends to hold you while he’s asleep. Unintentionally. When he goes to sleep he won’t be holding you but when he wakes up he will be.

[dw-writes]

Will you please write some fluffy headcanons for Hamish Duke?

If you’ve watched season two, you probably already know, but Hamish is a rather empathetic person: he can read your moods easily, and acts accordingly. If you’re inclined to drinking (which, if you’re dating Hamish, you should at least sit and have a drink or two), he’ll make you something special, something tailored for you, especially when you’re down and out and need a pick me up. If you’re not, he’ll pull you over to the bar in the den and just talk while he makes himself a drink. Mostly, he’ll tell you all the steps and ingredients in whatever he’s making, how they work together, what you could replace it with. It’s a little bit of him laid out for you to see, while also being something to distract your mind from whatever is bothering you.

He’s big on studying together. You two sit in the Blade and Chalice for hours - most nights until closing - in absolute silence, each of you scribbling away at essays that need to be graded, or typing up papers, or outlining plans for undergraduate classes. He would have pulled your feet up into his lap, or, he would have held your non-dominate hand all the while, something to remind him that you’re with him even if you’re silent.

Other days, no matter where you are, he touches you: he’ll hold your hand or offer you his arm while you two walk around campus; he’ll brush your shoulder as you two sit together, his arm wrapped loosely around you; he’ll comb his fingers through your hair, pull it away from your face; he’ll pull your feet into his lap while you lie on the couch. Most of it is without thinking. He just truly enjoys your presence. This also extends to when you’re alone. When he has you in his bed, after keeping you up for hours with his teasing touches and boundless energy, he’ll hold you. He prefers to be the big spoon if you roll away, but if you don’t, he’ll still hold you, tracing his fingers up and down your spine, planting gentle kisses across your face and that give bloom to the warmest of blushes. It’s during these times that he’ll whisper that he loves you most often.

[jedi-mabari]

Imagine Hamish coming to your rescue when you and Randell get kidnapped by the Order

*not my gif

[knights-of-saint-christopher]

Saved Your Life! ~ Reader X Randall Carpio

2. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

14. “Just leave me alone!”

66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

Today had sucked! You failed an exam, lost your dorm key, and were thirty minutes late to a job interview. Pretty sure it was safe to say you didn’t get the job. To top it all off you failed your final test, meaning you no longer had a chance of getting into The Order. The order had meant a great deal to you. Your mother and father were both apart of the order during their time at Belgrave. You grew up hearing stories of magic and adventure, and made a promise to yourself that your life would be filled with the same... to bad you had a habit of breaking promises to your self.

Flopping on to a bar stool at the campus pub, you quickly ordered a drink before looking around. The place was dead. Granted it was a Tuesday night. Only a few people lingered, most of which were studying or working. As you sat there sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but relive the events of the day... and god did in suck. This day truly couldn’t get any worse. You were snapped out of your train of thought by the bartender calling the attention of the pub.

“Hey, listen up!” The large man Hollered. “I just got off the phone with Belgrave admin. There’s supposed to be a huge storm bound to hit this area in a few hours. We don’t want any of you kids roaming around in high wind speeds, so you have been advised to go back to your dorms for the remainder of the evening.”

“Great!” You whisper softly to yourself. Sighing you stood up, slapping a five on the counter before making your way towards the door alongside the other students all hoping to get back before the storm picks up. It was along walk back to your dorm, it’s was dark and cold, and at this moment you would at her be literally anywhere else. You reached in your pocket in hopes of grabbing your phone to check the time, but it was empty, panicking slightly you checked your other pocket before concluding that you must have left it at the pub.

“Are you kidding me right now!” You growl before turning around. At this point you just wanted to cry, absolutely nothing was going alright. When you got to the pub, you notice a boy a little older than you standing close to the wall of the pub building, holding your phone in his right hand. As you got closer you recognized the boy. He was your R.A Randall. Sheepishly you made you way towards the boy, catching his attention as you stopped in front of him.

“First your dorm key, now your phone.” Randall smirked tossing you your phone. Your cheeks began to heat up slightly in embarrassment.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day. Sorry for bothering you.” You say quickly before turning to walk away.

“Hey. I never said you were bothering me. How about I walk you back to the dorm. I’m heading there anyway.” You thought about it for a second before shaking your head.

“Thanks, but I kind of just wanna be alone tonight.”

“Huh. But what kind of R.A would I be if I let you walk home... all alone... in the dark?”

“Maybe a normal one?” You reply, starting to get annoyed at the boys stubbornness.

“Normal is boring. Now come on... we should get back before the storm picks up.” Randall says, before walking in the direction of your dorms. Rolling your eyes you follow him, knowing that at this point you didn’t really have a choice. If it was any other day you would probably have been thrilled to have Randall offer to walk you home, he was funny, charming, and cute, but as you have known from previous meetings Randall is quite chatty, and in the moment you just weren’t in the mood. You trailed slowly behind Randall as he rambled on about whatever he was talking about, trying to toon out as much noise as you possibly could. You watched your feet as you walked along only stopping when you heard Randall suddenly become silent.

“Did you hear that?” Randall whispered turning towards you. Lifting your head up your eyes meet his.

“Hear what?” You whisper back, concerned by Randall’s sudden change in character. A large snap coming from inside the bushes caused both you and Randall to jump.

“That.” Randall said positioning himself slightly in front of you. Another snap echoed throughout the empty streets. Grabbing Randall’s arm you began to try and pull him way from the source of the noise.

“Come on Randall. Let’s just go...” The bushes raddled in front of you and Randall. Before you could blink a fuigure lunged out of the bushes and straight towards you. You flinched back expecting to be attacked, but the attack never came. Opening your eyes you see a member of The Order laying on the ground, what looked to be a wolf standing over them. The sight of blood pouring out of the cloaked fuigure made you feel sick. Slowly backing way from the terrifying scene in front of you, you accidentally step on a stick. As a loud crack sounded out under the weight of your body, the creatures head snapped towards you. Your life flashed before your eyes. You knew there was no pint in running. The creature was twice your size, and could easily catch up. Tears poured from your eyes as the creature slowly approached you. Only stopping about an inch from your face. You starred into its soft brown eyes suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity. Almost within the blink of an eye the creature shrunk down, and transformed into a boy... blinking in disbelief, as the beast The was in front of you mere seconds ago was replaced with your dorky R.A.

“Y/N. Listen, I know that was a lot to take in but I need you to tell me why your being hunted by The Order.” Randall says grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Shock and fear continue to flow through your body, your eyes still focused on the dead body that laid a few feet from you.

“You... But... I, He’s dead! You killed him.He-”

“Tried to kill you?!” Randall interrupted trying his best to calm you down.

“Still, he was a human being. With a family and a life and you don’t even care! You transform in to a... I don’t even know? A fucking bear, kill a guy and then act as if nothing matters?” Randall opened his mouth to say something but it was your turn to cut him off. “No! You know what, just leave me alone!” You yell before turning to walk way.

“First of all a bear? Really? I’m a werewolf. Second, you should be nice to me, I just saved your life! Third I’m not letting you go until you tell me why the order is on your ass!” Sighing you turned around to face Randall.

“I had an opportunity to become a part in of the order, but I fail the final test. I don’t know anything else okay?!” Randall nodded in response “look I’m sorry for yelling. I just, guess I’m confused, in shock maybe?”

“That’s understandable. I’m sorry for killing that guy, didn’t really mean to... kinda just happened.” You chuckle awkwardly looking between Randall and the body.

“Soooo. You’re a werewolf then?”

“Yup!” Randall replies.

“That’s... well I guess that’s pretty cool.” Randall smiled wide at your unexpected response. He nuged your shoulder softly before talking.

“You know what else would be pretty cool?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“If you’d go out with me... maybe Friday?”

“Hmmm... I’d love to.”

“Haha. Perfect it’s a date then. We should probably get back though, the storms starting to pick up.” You nod, and both you and Randall begin your walk back.

“Wait!” You say stopping suddenly. “Is anyone gonna acknowledges the fact that you’re naked.” You say cheeks beginning to heat up.

“Don’t worry, it’s a wolf thing. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” Randall says winking at you, before continuing the walk. You chuckled softly to your self. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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Heyy guys! Hope you liked it. Thank you so much for reading, and a huge thank you to @dopetacofirepanda for the request. If you have a request, for any character or ship from the order, just let me know and I’ll be happy to write it for you.

Thanks Loves!

[unholly-reader]

Darling - Hamish Duke x fem!reader

Just a little something for us all Hamish lovers <3

Please, keep in mind - English is NOT my first language, so I apologize in advance for any errors.

Enjoy

Warnings: a little emotional, fluff

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- Vera, are you really that blind? They will remember sooner or later. The hides are incredibly powerful and sensible to magic, might I add. They will not succumb to your wishes. You have to find a different way to convince them to the ideals of the Order. 

The Grand Magus turned away from her sister, huffing out clearly annoyed with the reprimand. 

- I assure you, Aria, your little wolf friends will not pose a threat to us once we induct them into the Order. But first we need to control them. 

- Good God, Vera. These are werewolves, not puppies. You will make an enemy out of them much quicker than you may befriend them. Maybe Jack Morton will be more amicable considering his feelings for miss Drake, however I can’t say the same thing for the rest of them. Lilith won’t forget it. Randall won’t forget it. Hamish won’t…

- Oh please, this again? He doesn’t remember you. He won’t remember you. He will never be back the way you want him to. Deal with it, you big baby. 

- Enough! 

Aria shouted out like an enraged animal sending waves of wind around her settling between the books and furniture fit inside the reliquary. Although Vera never feared her sister’s magic, as the time went by, she started seeing her true power. As much as it didn’t bother her she began worrying if she had overlooked her too much. 

- You don’t get to take him away from me and then rub it in my face, Vera. I don’t care you’re Grand Magus. I don’t care you have the power to destroy me or dispose of me or even kill me. I have loved him for years and there’s no way in Hell I’ll ever stop. Even if he doesn’t remember me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for tonight. In case you forgot, we are celebrating your new Acolytes. 

Before Vera could mutter a single word, Aria left the reliquary, heading to the one place she knew she could calm down before the upcoming event of the night. It was as if her feet dragged her to the Den by themselves as she felt no control over her body. One lonely tear slid down her cheek as the house showed up in the distance and all the memories, she made there came running down like an avalanche. Pushing all her emotions aside she stepped confidently inside the Den, heading straight for the stairs and eventually to his room. It still looked as neat as it always has. Bed perfectly made but still wrinkled from the last time she slept there. All his clothes hanging in the closet, his vest and shirts and sweaters. His smell lingering in the room as if he never left. But then again, she knew he would never come back there. 

And just as she did it countless times before, she slowly reached for the one cashmere sweater he always loved and she slid it over her head, feeling his scent fill her nostrils. She couldn’t cry anymore as she has already cried many nights hugging his clothes and sleeping in his bed, where they used to sleep together before. Her dark brown hair splayed on his gray pillows as she laid on her back, hugging her arms gently feeling the fabric of his sweater. 

She didn’t feel the time passing by until one moment she heard some noises coming from downstairs. Normally she would have been alarmed by those sounds but she knew perfectly well nobody came down to the Den and so she had no reason to fear uninvited guests, so she didn’t even move, snuggling even more into his pillow. She chose to ignore the silent steps coming up the stairs same way she ignored the slight crack in the door when it swung open. Only then did she sit up on the king-sized bed and looking at the entrance her heart stopped. 

- Hamish? What are you.. I mean, who are you and how did you find this place? You shouldn’t be here…

- Aria, I remember. 

His voice. Soft as ever, calming as a rainy day in the middle of summer. He stood in the doorway dressed in his somewhat usual attire – the pale blue shirt and a vest fitting him so damn well she almost forgot how to breathe. As soon as she heard his words, she slid off the bed, keeping her arms crossed over her chest as she absentmindedly hugged her form still clad in his sweater. 

- You remember…? 

She could barely speak as her she couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood still frozen in place as Hamish quickly approached her, stretching his arms towards her. 

- Come here, you. 

As her last doubt finally fell, immediately she threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hamish instinctively hugged her back, hiding his face in her shoulder. Holding her close like he used to so many times before finally felt he was himself again. He breathed in her intoxicating scent as memories flooded his mind. Their first date. The first time he kissed her sweet lips. The first night they spent together wrapped in each other’s arms. Aria was barely registering what was happening around because all her focus was on Hamish and his arms holding her so tightly. She let all her anger and rage and overwhelming sadness out, crying inro his chest like a little baby. She clawed at his arms desperately trying to reassure herself, that it was not a dream. 

- I missed you so, so much, Hamish. Every day was like a reoccurring nightmare watching you live your life without me in it. I could barely stand it. 

- Shh, I’m here now, darling. I’m here, everything is alright now – he kept whispering sweet nothings into her ear, holding her trembling body close to him. Slowly he cupped her cheek with his right hand, forcing her to look at him. She was crying her eyes out, mascara slowly dripping down the corner of her lashes, but to him she was still the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes upon. 

- Don’t you ever forget me again, Hamish Duke. Don’t you even dare. 

- Believe it or not, even when I was supposed to forget you, I remembered. I kept hearing your voice in my dreams, your laughter, seeing you face every night I went to sleep. Missing my darling Aria. 

[thebisexualdogdad]

“Look, I dressed up as you.” With hamish duke

For weeks you and Randall had been keeping your Halloween costumes secret from the rest of the knights. 

The night of, Hamish, Lilith and Jack are waiting in the living room for you two to get ready so you could all go to a party on campus.

Hamish was dressed up as Edgar Allen Poe, Jack as superman and Lilith was… well not dressed up as anything because as she says "Halloween is a holiday for children." 

You and Randall finally make your descent down the stairs and Jack immediately starts laughing. 

"What exactly are you guys supposed to be?" Hamish asks confused. 

"Look, I dressed up as you," you say in your sweater vest and khaki pants. 

"And I'm Lilith!" Randall says proudly in one of her leather jackets that is very small on him and a blue streak in his hair. 

"You nailed it," Jack says still laughing. 

"I do not dress like that," Hamish scoffs. 

"Ham, these are literally your clothes," you state. 

"Yeah right, I would never wear a vest so tacky," he responds. 

"You are taking all the fun out of this," you tell him meanwhile Lilith gives Randall an up and down. 

"I can honestly say Randall you have never looked cooler," she tells him which makes Randall beam with pride. 

"Come on Hamish you really don't see it," you say. 

"I see no resemblance," Hamish replies. 

"Let's just go to the party already," you sigh. 

With you, Randall and Jack heading towards the door, Hamish leans down and whispers to Lilith, "I can tell he's trying to be me I'm just messing with him." 

Lilith laughs and gives him a fist bump, "maybe this party won't be so lame after all." 

[its-an-obsession]

The Order Masterlist

Notes:

I have put which AU the stories are!

♥ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

⭐️ = Angst

🎶 = Song inspired

Requests are closed

My work is MY WORK and is NOT to be reposted on any other website besides Tumblr. Re-blogging is welcomed but republishing the story as your own is not okay.

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Hamish

Sick Days ♥

The Last Cocktail ♥

I trust you (Part One) \\ Alcoholic Aficionado (Part Two) ♥

Secrets and Lies ⭐️ ♥

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Randall Carpio

Nights like this ♥

I don't give a shit ♥

Lost ♥

Sorry ♥

Love of my life ♥

Secrets ♥

It's how she smiles ♥

Jealousy ♥

Unexpected Love ♥

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Jack Morton

Best Friends ♥

[train-wrecc]

hey y'all, sorry i haven't posted ALPHA part 2, i procrastinated and here we are, with no progress made... ha... but, i'm so stuck and i have no clue what to write, so if you have any ideas for alpha or anything of the sorts please let me know, it'd be greatly appreciated! also this is very irrelevant but i started rewatching the twilight saga (im on breaking dawn pt 1 currently) and now im very tempted to write something for jacob or jasper or both haha, anyways ty for your time, and please do let me know if you have any ideas and i mean any, <3

[ninimackbrews]

The Order Masterlist

 New and not so improved masterlist, but its specifically for The Order. Some asked how to find my fics and this is what I developed instead of a full Masterlist.

I hope its helpful and I will try to keep it updated to the best of my ability, but if you’re ever struggling to find one of my fics, head to my blog and search my tags directly. 

Imagines:

Hamish Duke x Reader: 

TA Dreams 

Maybe It’s Magic 

You Can Read This?

Randall Carpio:

He’s Body Positive

It’s Okay 1 / 2 

Preferences: 

Drunk Knights 

Lazy day with the Knights

Height Differences

How the Knights Sleep 

Knights and Kisses