#hamish duke X reader

[maisy1111]

okay but can we talk about the struggle that is obsessing over a character that doesn’t have fanfics??? because i’m over here scrubbing the internet for any crumbs…

[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. 

[undercoveravenger]

Packed

Pairing: The Knights of St. Christopher X Male!Reader

Requested: Yes Request: “The most unhinged request I can think of is the whole wolf pack from the order trying to see who can get reader to say yes to a date first”

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With the pack heading back to the pack house after yet another mission, Hamish had assumed that the day’s excitement was long over. He’s proven wrong by the thunderous snarl that echoes out of the house ahead of him.

He startles to attention, eyes darting to Jack and Lilith on either side of him. Randall. He’d been the only one who’d made it inside so far. If he’d had to transform-  

Hamish breaks into a sprint, ignoring the sound of his packmates rushing after him in favor of bursting through the doorway and crossing swiftly to stand beside Randall, still in Greybeard’s form, halfway to shifting himself before his eyes lock onto the intruder.

His hackles smooth almost instantly as he sees you, sitting sprawled across the couch in the den like you own the place. Well, he practically does, Hamish reminds himself, a broad smile crossing his lips as he starts to approach. His heart warms in his chest at the fond smile that crosses your lips as he gets closer.

“(M/N),” Hamish greets, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You merely roll your eyes, taking his hand and using it to drag Hamish down onto the couch with you so you could loop your arms around him in a crushing hug, “C’mon, Hamish; I’m not some business partner. We’re friends, right?”

Hamish opens his mouth to reply and finds himself interrupted.

“Friends, huh?” Lilith prompts, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “Care to introduce us, Hamish?”

He gulps nervously, eyes darting from Lilith to Randall to Jack, who was standing near the door like he was tempted to run. “Guys, this is (M/N). (M/N)-”

“No, let me guess,” you interrupt, arm curling tighter around his neck. Your eyes narrow as you point at Lilith, “She’s got backbone- fire, which makes her a perfect champion for Timber.” You think for a moment before snapping your fingers as you realize, “That’d make you Lilith, right?” Your grin grows at the stunned nod she gives you and your gaze drifts to Randall’s furred form, “Greybeard, as tenacious as ever. If I remember right, that’d mean you’re Randall.”

Randall transforms back then, shifting slightly in place as he realizes his shift has left him naked in front of the newcomer. He scrambles for a pair of sweatpants that’d been tossed over the back of a chair when they had left earlier.

You look surprised for a split second as you eye Randall but you’re just as quick to shake it off. “Sorry, uh, you look like someone I know from Brakeb-” you cut yourself off with a stunted laugh, like you'd remembered not to finish that thought, averting your eyes to give him some privacy, and turn toward Jack. “Hamish has been kind of quiet as of late, so I’m afraid I don’t know who you might be.” 

He clears his throat nervously and Hamish is stunned to see a faint blush dusting across Jack’s cheeks. “Jack Morton,” he says softly, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. “I’m a kind of recent addition.”

“Makes sense.” You release Hamish then, pushing to your feet to approach Jack, eyes narrowed sharply as you studied him. “You do magic, huh?” You nod to yourself, “Silverback’s champion, then?” 

Jack blinks, staring up at you wide-eyed, still flustered but now more out of shock than awe. “How did you know that?” 

You smile, that same mischievous little half grin that Hamish had grown to love back in the day, and your hand seems to almost flicker for a moment, a pretty purple crocus bloom appearing between your fingers as you extend your hand to him. The grin widens as he takes the flower, eyes wide with shock as he looks up at you, “Takes one magician to know another.”

“Okay,” Randall starts from behind you, seemingly more confident now that he had a robe tied firmly around his waist, “Anyone else wondering who this guy is and how Ham-sandwich knows someone so cool?”

Wordlessly both Jack and Lilith raise their hands.

Hamish knows he should be offended, but he was really too distracted by the sting of jealousy biting at him from how you were looking at his newest packmate. “(M/N) was the one who brought me into the Knights,” Hamish eventually forces himself to say, trying his best not to seem like he’s sulking. As the only other living member of Hamish’s original pack, the last time he’d been able to see you was at Cassie’s funeral before you’d been offered a graduate program at some university so exclusive he hadn’t been able to find anything about it online. Being able to see you again was incredible, but to see you showering your attention over his packmates instead of him-

“What can I say, I knew you were special,” you say, abandoning your mission of flustering Jack to go flop back down by Hamish and sling an arm around his shoulder, tucking him up against your side like it was second nature. 

He hates how easy it is to curl up against you and let himself be held, and how tempting it is to tell you something sappy like how you’re the special one. How you’ve always been special to him.

“Whatever,” he forces himself to say instead, distracting himself by studying his packmates. “What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be off doing your grad-school research at some prestigious school?” Hamish can’t help the derisive twist of his lips as he mentioned your university. It might have been years since you’d left, but Hamish still feels bitter over the abandonment.

“Does it matter?” Lilith interjects, moving to sprawl out across one of the worn out old arm chairs and studying Hamish and the way he reacted to you. “He’s clearly more fun than any of you losers.”

Her words rip a shocked laugh out of you, and, just like that, it's like you’ve been a part of the pack the entire time.

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Randall can’t get over the idea of stuffy old Hamish hiding a secret as cool as you from them. Then again, maybe he can understand it; between your looks, your sense of humor, your unparalleled beer pong skills, and your willingness to help people with things? Yeah, he could understand wanting to keep you to himself.

Even now you were sitting across the table from him in the Blade and Chalice with your feet kicked up on the chair beside you, tossing a ball made from a wadded up napkin back and forth with him while you helped him study for his Anatomy and Physiology chapter exam. And he hadn’t even had to ask for your help! He’d been pouring over his textbook with a rainbow of highlighters sprawled around him when you’d walked in. You had barely glanced at what he was studying before offering your help, and you really knew what you were talking about when you offered advice.

“I think that’s about as much studying as I can take for today without my brain melting,” Randall says, stretching his arms over his head, “Think I could bribe you into getting me a beer? Maybe with a kiss?” He bats his eyelashes and puckers his lips in a way that he hopes comes off as playful, even if he himself knows he’d be more than happy to follow through on his proposal.

A soft huff escapes you and Randall tries not to swoon at the sound, though he can’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from you even as you push up from your seat and make your way over to the bar, speaking easily with the bartender for a few moments before bringing back drinks for the two of you. With how comfortable your company is, Randall finds the hours and drinks slipping away too easily, time blurring his vision to black.

He wakes the next morning dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants that aren't his and tucked comfortably into his bed, his notes and the clothes he’d worn the previous night set neatly on his nightstand next to a bottle of water.

He knows he was far too drunk to have stumbled his way back to the den on his own, especially without having lost his notes, and the smell of you on his new clothes reassures him of how he made it back. A soft warmth stirs in his chest, the knowledge that he actually kind of liked having someone - you - that was willing to take care of him making his heart skip. As if he hadn’t wanted to ask you out before… Now he was determined to date you.

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Lilith’s interest had been captured as soon as she observed the easy way you tormented Hamish and then the way you were so quick to pick on Randall and Jack like you’d been a part of their little pack all along.

Through the last few weeks she’s able to see more and more details that have drawn her in further. The teasing quips you say are genuinely funny, though the things you joke about never cross the line into being hurtful. You are ruthless when hunting down the magicians abusing their powers, but never hesitate to demonstrate your own magic for Lilith or the other Knights when they ask. You share advice from your time as a werewolf, but it isn’t overbearing the way like when Hamish tries to offer guidance, just gentle suggestions and an understanding ear. All of which are great features, of course, but what really drove home her romantic interest was much more personal than that.

It had been an awful morning, with Lilith getting dragged into consciousness by her blaring alarm far earlier than she should have been after a long night’s hunt and reminding her of an test scheduled far too-early. She is further aggravated when she sits up, recognizing the sharp stabbing pain of cramps in her lower abdomen and the sting of annoyance at the realization that she must’ve bled through her pajama pants. 

A soft knock on the door interrupts Lilith’s train of thought, and she finds herself surprised when the door creaks open to reveal the very object of her thoughts. 

You step in slowly, careful to keep your eyes downcast until you’re sure she’s dressed. “Good morning,” you greet her, nudging the door closed behind you and moving toward her. You kneel next to her bed, holding out a to-go cup and a warm pastry from her favorite coffee shop. “I knew you had a big test this morning and you said you’d be getting up around now- I thought some coffee might be nice.”

She blinks, stunned by the sudden kind gesture and is too numb with shock to do much more than accept the offerings. “T-thank you.”

“Absolutely, Lils,” a smile creeps over your features, but it dims quickly as you study her, seeming to see something beyond what little she’d said. Your eyes fall to the sheets sprawled around her, catching quickly against a small splotch of red. “You feeling okay?”

“Shit,” she hisses, jerking one of her blankets over the blood stain. She knows that a period is a natural thing and nothing to be ashamed of, but she can’t help the reaction. “I’m fine.”

You sit back on your heels as you look up at her, an understanding grin tugging at your lips, “Of course you are; you’re pretty damn tough. Why don’t you go get a nice warm shower and I can get this cleaned up for you?”

Something about the second-nature way you say it has her agreeing, sliding out of her bed and padding off to the bathroom. She’d never normally accept help like this, but from you- you make it seem easy to let someone support her.

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Jack’s had a pretty high number of crushes since he started at Belgrave, but not even Alyssa had been quite like you. She’d never made him feel so flustered when she spoke to him, never seemed to understand him with just a look, and never really made him question how important his grandpa’s goal was the way you did. She had never made him want to do something as crazy as leaning down to kiss her where she sprawls out on the couch right as the pack returns to the house from a hard-won fight with a rogue clan of magicians, covered in blood and freshly back to his own form.

You pull back after a few seconds, eyes wide with surprise as you press back into the couch cushions behind you, though Jack is happy to note that you don’t seem upset at the sudden kiss.

“Gooutwithme?” The words escape him in a rush, blurring together in his haste to get them out before he can second guess himself. 

You blink and Jack is reminded that this is the first time he’s seen you so thrown off. “I-”

“Absolutely not!” Lilith snaps, pushing past Randall and Hamish to plant herself between you and Jack. “I called dibs!”

“Wait, wait-” Randall interjects, putting a hand on Lilith’s shoulder as he tries to insert himself into the conversation, “I wanted to ask him out! I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it for weeks!”

Jack’s brows furrow as he processes his packmates’ protesting, “Well, I asked him out first, so-”

Hamish takes this moment to step in, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over his friends and the baffled expression on your face. “So I take it we’ve all got feelings for him then?” 

“All?” you echo, stunned as you look at your former packmate and old friend. 

Hamish clears his throat, keeping his eyes on his friends and sighing to himself as they each confirm their feelings. “Then there is only one thing to do.” He finally forces himself to turn and face you, “You know now that we all like you, some for longer than others,” he flushes a little as he admits it, but presses on nonetheless. “And at the end of the day, no matter which of us you choose- or if you decide not to pursue any of us- I will support your decision.”

Randall and Jack nod, moving to stand beside Hamish, both looking hopeful but resigned. Lilith looks a little more torn, like she might make an argument but eventually huffs and moves to join the other three waiting for your decision.

Your eyes pass over each of them, thinking through the traits you admire. Lilith is bold and unafraid of speaking her mind. Randall always tries to brighten your mood, whether by showering you in outlandish compliments or cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh. Jack is sweet, attentive and caring in a way that few people are. And Hamish - Hamish had been there with you since your first pack. Through breakups and failed tests and losing your friends- 

“I don’t think I can,” you finally force yourself to say, unsure for perhaps the first time since you’d returned to Belgrave. “I don’t think I could choose one of you over the others.”

Randall shrugged, moving to settle himself across your lap as easily as if he’d done it a million times already, “Well, I’m up for a poly relationship if you guys are.” 

“I, uh-” Jack seems a little startled by the suggestion, startling out of it as Hamish edges past Jack to claim his spot at your side and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. Jack swallows sharply, moving to sit at your feet and leaning back against your legs as he turns his gaze to the TV and attempts to focus on whatever movie is playing.

“Seriously?” Lilith asks, studying the cuddle pile forming before her. “Fine, but I’m calling dibs on deciding what we do for Tuesday date nights,” she huffs, moving to snuggle in on your other side. If anyone sees the fond smile that finds a home on her lips, no one forces her to admit to it, too content in the comfort and the companionship brought on by the blooming relationship as you all curl up there, packed together tightly and with no desire to be anywhere else.

[finnofamerica]

MISC Masterlist

Masterlist for the one-off fandoms I have written over the years and probably won't ever write again

Dear Evan Hansen:

Originally posted by hufflepuffhansen

Jared Kleinman -- 

Leaving It Up to You -  Y/n takes matters into her own hands when Jared ghosts her. 💔 Angst 💔 Word Count: 1219

The Order: 

Hamish Duke -- 

Foregoing the Lie - When a couple of upcoming events pose some annoyance for Y/n and Hamish, they pretend to be a couple to avoid those annoyances.  || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 💞Fluff💞 Series Word Count: 6,651

Kong: Skull Island:

Originally posted by citystompers1

Reg Slivko -- 

Thompson -  Y/n and Reg Slivko have a rough history. After suffering from over a year’s worth of PTSD, what happens when they meet again? Will the memories get worse? Or will they finally heal? || Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 💞 Fluff / Angst 💔

Mean Girls Musical: 

Originally posted by lizziesaltzmcns

Kevin Gnapoor -- 

Valley Fair - School Trip + Mathleete = what? || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || Epilogue || 💞Fluff💞 Series Word Count: 4,417

[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." 

[starshipsofstarlord]

��Tis The Damn Season | Hamish Duke

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

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with 

Whilst I was gone, I would’ve asked you

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I felt it when I passed you

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

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

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

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

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

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

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

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

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

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

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

So we could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

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

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

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

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

And the road looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

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

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

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

And the road taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

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

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

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

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

I parked my car between the Methodist

And the school used to be ours

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

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

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

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

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

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

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

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

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

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

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

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

We could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

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

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

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

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

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

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

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

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

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

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

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

And the road not taken looks real good now

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

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

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And wonder about the only soul

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

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

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

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

Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’

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

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

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

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

To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know

We could call it even

Even though I’m leaving

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

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

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

And I’ll be yours for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season

We could call it even

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

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

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

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

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

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

I’m staying at my parents’ house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

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

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

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

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

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

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

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

And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown

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

[crimsonwolfie]

Best Mistake — Hamish Duke x Reader (x Knights)

Requested by @mysticalcrownbear

Prompt: The Knights accidently summon you, (the reader) a succubus when trying to summon Zecchia. You have a strong liking towards Hamish Duke, and he’s very much into you too.

Word count: 2,095

Hope you guys like this!! Sorry if it’s crap - requests are open!!

Masterlist

Best Mistake Part 2

“It’s not that they have all our stuff...they stole it. So - let’s steal it all back” Jack whispers as he leans forward, straightening his posture in seriousness.

“Are you suggesting a magic heist?!” Randall says, stalking towards Jack

“Yes. A magic heist” Jack replies as he steps up from the couch. Both boys shine a ray of mischief in their eyes and madness in their energy

“MAGIC HEIST! MAGIC HEIST!” They both chant, as Hamish and Lilith begin joining in synchronisation

“MAGIC HEIST MAGIC HEIST MAGIC HEIST!” The Knights chant like toddlers demanding candy.

—

“Well you didn’t think to warn us about that?!” Lilith hissed, eyes dark with fear and damage after the images she’d experienced. Hamish, Jack and Randall all sat with Lilith in the Blade and Chalice collectively recovering from their fear corners. Lilith rocked slightly from side to side whilst Jack was holding a pack of ice on the side of his head. They were tired, scared, drained...but desperate. They couldn’t get into the vault without being stuck in the “fear corridor”. Hamish chugged a swig of his whiskey, slamming the glass down onto the table with force, trying his best to forget what he went through -

“Stupid Ricky Simarco and his stupid fifth birthday party” he groaned, eyes fixed into a trance like state

“What did you see?” Randall asked Lilith, who replies with a simple “nothing”.

“Nothing?” He asks again, confused to why she didn’t see anything

“Nothing.” She confirms, although her shaken state says otherwise.

“Okay, since we can’t get through to the vault, i found the perfect solution” Jack enthusiastically gushes. “We summon a demon! There’s loads of different types to summon and i think i found the perfect one!”

The fellow knights all look around at each other in suspicion...could this actually work? Or is Jack literally insane?

“It’s name is a Zecchia” Jack points towards a yellow dusted page in an old, crippled book “it’s a baron demon, meaning it steals anything that the summoner desires it to”

“Won’t we have to do something for it? You know, a catch?” Lilith questions, her big brown eyes looking up to Jack

“No! You see that’s the beauty of it. We call it, they show up, we pay the toll and they’ll do our bidding!” He replies almost as if it was complete rocket science. “You just gotta follow the protocol perfectly”

“I’m in-“

“-Me too!” Hamish and Lilith both declare with their whole chests, meanwhile Randall starts struggling with the decision...

“Nope.” He announces. “No thanks. No way. Nope. Not a demon. Not ever.” Adamant as ever, he puts his hand on the table as a way to stand against the debate. He gets up and walks away before the others can stop him.

“We’re still doing this.”

“Yeah totally”

“He’ll get over it”

-

Hamish, Lilith and Jack all stand around the summoning circle, ready to summon Zecchia, the thief demon.

“Zecchia, appear before us so that we may negotiate the fee for your service to empty the vault of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose and remand those goods into the possession of the Knights of Saint Christopher” they all chant in synchronisation. Below their feet is a demon trap, purposed to trap the summoned demon in order to negotiate wisely. As soon as they finish the chant, a sound of wind brushes past them...but shorty followed by silence.

“Zecchiaaa?” Jack quietly echos into the distance of the house, uncertain if the summoning ritual worked or not. The 3/4 knights walk around the hallway wondering where they went wrong.

“Maybe we messed up the incantation?” says Lilith

“We did everything right?” Hamish replies

Suddenly, the door bursts open as Randall rushes in, slightly out of breath

“- guys STOP don’t do this-” He shouts as he blows out the candles nearest to him on the floor “-Alyssa and i were discussing demon summonings and-“

“-and you suck at it” you pipe up.

Emerging from the shadows of the staircase, you quietly and elegantly walk down, eyes never leaving the people below you...but one in specific - the man dressed in the waistcoat. You’re wearing a red, laced spaghetti strap bodysuit that’s tucked under a pair of tight fitted sheer black leggings (clearly i’m not going to have you wear only underwear and a bra like every other succubus - *que that not on MY WATCH vine* we are more PG here y’all - also may i add, your body size does not matter here. All body types are beautiful and you should love your body, don’t fall for these skinny stereotypes! Curvy girls are breathtaking too!!! <3 okay back to the story lmao). With midnight black wings as beautiful as can be and horns impeccable in sight, you stare with your big Y/E/C eyes as your long Y/H/C, silky locks fall past your shoulders. The sound of your black stiletto heels click and clack on the wooden floorboards, as further silence echos in the walls. The Knights are struck by your beauty, chocked for words at what they’re seeing in front of them. You swiftly bring your wings to your side, stroking your arms as you approach the people below you.

“You’re not what...we...expected” Randall slurs- i mean drools ;)

“That’s because i’m not” you sigh, bringing your arms across your body. “You summoned me, a succubus. Not Zecchia. But hey, you’re not the first...you’re meant to use alcohol as a summoning ingredient. She’s a sucker for it...senses it from many realms away” you continue, shaking your head and rolling your eyes playfully. Looking around the room, you can’t help but keep looking back to the tall man who has a perfect complexion and long, dirty blonde hair with blue crystal eyes. With lips so succulent...you want to kiss all over them and run your hands through his locks, as he uses his large, soft hands to roam around your body-

“So who did we summon?” Your thoughts are interrupted by the small, gorgeous lady to your right. She has blue streaks in her black hair, and a cute little button nose that you want to just *boop*!

“I’m Y/N, a succubus” you smile delicately at the woman in front of you, glancing back to the man who caught your eye before.

“And you are?” You question, turning your attention to the male on your right

“I’m Lili-“

“Not you! This handsome gentleman in front of me” you point with your long, ‘black as night’ painted fingertip towards the tallest man.

“I-i’m Hamish. Hamish Duke” he replies, cheeks blushing a gentle shade of crimson.

“You’re really hot” you tease, biting your lower lip in hot anticipation at your dirty thoughts. Hamish’s eyes widen at this, bringing his hands towards his front slightly.

“I could say the same for you, love” He gulps. He doesn’t know this, but you can actually read his thoughts; images of him pushing you up against the wall, his hands on your ass as your legs wrap around his middle, lips working sweet magic as you’re caressing his face and hair...leaving small, wet pecks on his neck as he moans your name out loud, thrusti-

“Hey, i’m Randall” the tall, pretty brunette calls out, stepping towards you. He brings his hand out to shake, to which you accept. A huge grin is painted across his face as his hand touches your dainty one, Lilith just rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Okay okay let’s wrap this up here” she remarks, pulling Randall away from you. You turn to see a shorter male, who sports platinum blonde hair that falls to the side of his face. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you alright, pretty boy?” You ask, genuine concern across your face. Randall giggles like a school boy at your words, repeating (and i quote) “hehe pretty boy heheee” quietly in the sidelines whilst pointing at Jack.

“I....uh....hi” Jack replies, fixing his hair after noticing you were looking at him

You lightly laugh “hi, cutie”

You look back over to Hamish, as his filthy visions are still happening

“I can read your thoughts, you know” you laugh as he blushes bright red and covers his front completely now

“It’s okay, i liked them” you continue in a husky tone, stepping closer towards him with your hands in front of you, gasping to be touching him.

He reaches his hand out towards your stretched hand, gently touching your fingers and delicately wrapping his large ones round them. You both intertwine fingers, as gazes are locked onto you both. He pulls you towards him, his head tilting slightly in awe at your appearance.

“Uhhh...okayyyy?” Lilith gawked as the rest of the Knights share glances of pure confusion and slight panic.

You chuckle lightly at Hamish’s actions, as

he wraps his arms around your lower back, swaying from side to side.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers into your ear which sends excited chills down your spine. He smiles looking down at you.

“What is happening right now?” Jack asks the others, who shrug their shoulders watching like hawks. Lightly, you plant a small kiss on his lips...which Hamish returns, only with more passion and lust. The kiss deepens as his hands grip tighter and your thrusting into him for more becomes intolerable, until you both need to release for air.

“Uhh Hamish? Y/N? Hello?” Randall waves his hands in the air trying to signal Hamish, but proves useless. As you’re heavily gasping in air, you notice Hamish’s mouth - your red lipstick has smudged all over his mouth

“BRO you look like a clown!!” Randall cracks up, laughing hysterically. Jack and Lilith snort upon seeing Hamish’s state, but he doesn’t care. He quickly and forcefully grabs you again and drops you bridal-style whilst passionately making out with you once again. Jack, Lilith and Randall all look back up from their laughter fits to see you two basically eating each other’s faces. Suddenly, it’s not that funny anymore - just disturbing.

“Okay that’s enough, Ham-burger” Randall shouts. Nothing.

“Yo Hamish dude stop” Jack sings, which again does nothing to Hamish and you.

“Yeah this is now how i thought my Tuesday was going to go” Lilith says as she gestures towards you two. “Is he enchanted or something?!”

“I uh...maybe?” Jack mutters

“Maybe i am too” Randall eyeballs you and Hamish “wait...i said that out loud didn’t i?” he quickly looks down and plants his face with his hands. Yeah...he was totally thinking of a threesome at that time.

Begrudgingly you break the contact between yours and Hamish’s soft lips and lift yourself up from his arms, yet he continues leaving sweet, soft kisses on your neck.

“I know what you’re thinking, cutie” you look up to Randall, who squeals in embarrassment and mouths ‘don’t tell them’ towards you, making you laugh.

“What were you thinking about?” Jack asks

“Basically he was thinkin-“ you begin

“NO no NO DON’T say anything” Randall barks out, breaking Hamish from his trail of leaving kisses down your neck

“You know what nevermind” Jack grunts as he scrunches his eyebrows up in discomfort.

“Okay this is getting too weird now. Hey, Y/N can we get Zecchia please” Lilith asks, seemingly annoyed

You sigh loudly, clearly annoyed that your fun was about to be wrapped up “fine. But i want to see you again” you say, stroking Hamish’s hair out of his face.

“Why does she have to go? Can’t she stay for a little longer?” Hamish pleads, but is shut down by Lilith giving him a death stare whilst growing towards him.

“It’s okay, she’s right. Okay well this was amazing. Call me again” you say as you wink towards Hamish, who’s knees buckle slightly. You walk towards the middle of the room and straighten yourself up, lifting the strap of your top back onto your shoulder.

“Nice to see you, lovelies” you give a little wave with your hand, then click your fingers and disappear. The Knights all glare round to Hamish, who straightens himself up and buttons his waistcoat back up.

“Have fun there buddie?” Randall quips, smirking slightly at his friend

Hamish doesn’t say anything, he just looks down in embarrassment

“Oh, and you might wanna-“ Randall gestures for him to wipe his lips, as Jack and Lilith silently chuckle from the other side of the room.

It’s safe to say, you left your imprint on Hamish Duke...and he won’t be forgetting that any time soon.

Let me know what you guys thought, and of you want any more fanfic :)

[lomlmarvel]

It’ll Always Be You II

Randall Carpio x fem!Reader Series

Part Two [Part One]

For the past few hours, you had been catching up on some reading. There wasn't much to do since classes hadn't begun yet. Hamish was getting ready for his first day of class by looking over his scheduling log and re-reading the material he was going to cover the first day. You felt like you didn't even need to attend his first class since you had heard him repeat his speech a dozen times in the past hour.

Lilith had gone to the store to buy groceries and toiletries. She returned and left again to go on a run. The den was quiet, other than Hamish's muttering in the corner of the room as he rehearsed his speech again. He had been making drinks in between and offering them to you while he practiced his speech. You had taken a few, but you could feel the alcohol start to intoxicate your body, and you didn't want to get drunk the day before classes began.

You didn't want to be drunk if Randall came back to the den and wanted to talk to you about what had happened earlier. Honestly, you hadn't stopped thinking about it since it had happened. Why did he keep leaning in if he was going to back out last second? Did he even mean to lean in, or did he even realize it? Did he have feelings for you? Did he know about your feelings towards him?

Your mind was buzzed with all the possibilities as to why Randall leaned in and why he pulled away quickly. Part of you had hoped that it was a mistake and that it meant the two of you would remain friends forever. But the other part hoped that he was as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You took another large gulp of the alcoholic beverage that Hamish had prepared for you. It had been placed in your hand for the last 10 minutes, but your thoughts had been so busy with Randall that you had forgotten it was there. It was the afternoon, Randall should've been done with doing the last tour and checking in with everyone. He should've been at the den by now. That's if he decided to sleep in his room at the den. Maybe he decided to stay at his dorm to help the freshmen settle in their first night.

 It sucked, knowing this would be the busiest time of year for Randall. It meant you would have to deal with all the Order newbies with Hamish and Lilith, not that they weren't good company, but you preferred to be with Randall.

"What's wrong?" Hamish called out to you. He had been watching you for the past few minutes, seeing as you harbored the alcoholic beverage in your hand. You would usually take it all in one sip, but this time was different. He knew something was up when you showed up at the den by yourself and without Randall. The two of you were always together, even when Randall had to be working. 

"Nothing. Just tired of reading 'Hamlet' again. I finished 'Ready Player One' a couple of days ago, so this is the only book I have left," You replied, lifting the old cover of 'Hamlet' that was in your hands.

"You can get started on the philosophy readings you have to do--" Hamish started, but you cut him off.

"No, thanks. I have one day of summer left, and I do not want to spend it doing homework," You stated. Hamish smiled at you, placing his lesson plan on the table and walking over to you on the couch. 

"First off, Professor Krowchuk is thinking of adding three more books to the lesson plan, so you might want to rethink starting your reading now. Secondly, I know something happened with Randall," Hamish commented. You sat up from laying down and faced Hamish's concerned expression.

"C'mon, you can tell me," He softly said. He placed his hand over yours, and you smiled at him sweetly. 

"It's just--We were out by the tree earlier, and we were talking. I mentioned how I got into Krowchuk's class and when I turned to look at him, I didn't realize how close we actually were. I guess he didn't realize it either, but he wasn't pulling away. I figured I was finally going to shoot my shot and kiss Randall," You told Hamish, explaining what had been on your mind for the past few hours. Hamish stared wide-eyed at you, waiting for you to continue telling the story.

"And..."

"And, I started to lean in, because I thought he wanted to kiss me too, but then last second he pulled away. Pulled away, as in, he literally jumped two feet away from me to put distance between us. He got all weird, started packing up, and made some lame excuse about going back to the dorms. So I came here," You said, shrugging your shoulders at the memory. 

"Maybe he was just scared?" Hamish asked. You sent him a glare.

"It's Randall. He's not scared of shit."

"Look, maybe he just got nervous. Don't give up on him or yourself. Shoot your shot if he won't do it first," Hamish advised. You nodded and set your book down. 

"Thanks, Hamish." You pulled him in for a hug. When you pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw a text from Jack.

Meet me at the Blade and Chalice for a drink? It's on me :) 

Oh, by the way, Randall's coming too

You showed Hamish the screen, and he shrugged. 

"Shoot your shot," He replied. You stood up and grabbed your sweater as you made your way to the door. 

When you arrived at the B&C, the two guys were sitting at a table with two beers in front of them. Randall immediately made eye contact with you the second you stepped into the room, but quickly avoided your gaze until you stood two feet from them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jack greeted you. You smiled and took the seat in the middle.

“How was orientation?” You asked. Grabbing what you assumed to be Randall’s beer and took a sip out of it. He stared at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

“Let me get you a drink. I promised I would,” Jack said, watching you set the bottle back down in front of Randall.

“No, it’s fine. Randall doesn’t mind, we share beers all the time,” You responded. Jack turned to look at Randall, who nodded in return. He gave you a look before answering your question.

“It was fine. Didn’t really need to have a tour. You know Pete would talk about it all the time, I have like a mental snapshot of the map”

“He was rejected by his tour guide,” Randall cut in after Jack. You stared back at Jack, who rolled his eyes.

“I’m not interested in her,” Jack replied. His attention fell to the corner of the room where a posse of freshmen was seated.

“You into him or her? Or the other him?” Randall asked Jack, bumping his shoulders. You leaned over the table and punched Randall in the arm.

“Ouch!” Before you could respond to Randall, Jack cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What do you know about the Hermetic Order of The Blue Rose?” He asked. You looked at Randall, smirked, and turned back to Jack.

“It’s a crock of shit,” You stated. Randall agreed and discreetly pulled your chair closer to his. You turned your head to catch Randall leaning next to you, with his stare already on you. You sent him a small smile, which he returned.

“I think they may have been recruited, and I’m trying to figure out what they have in common.”

“Besides being...” Randall asked.

“Elitist assholes?,” You replied to Randall, causing him to chuckle.

“Hey, a lot of good people are members. Michelle Obama, Warren Buffett, Oprah,” Jack defended himself. You gave him a serious look and heard Randall shuffle next to you. You turned around, and he was starting to talk.  Did he move his chair so the two of you would be touching legs?

“You know who’s also supposed to be members? Bad people, like Benito Mussolini, George W. Bush. Oprah,” Randall said. He glanced at you and noticed you staring at him.

“For people that don’t believe, you two sure know a lot about them,” Jack observed. You turned away from Randall’s stare.

“Randall’s Wikipedia smart, and I’m just the unfortunate one who listens to him talk all day,” you started. Randall softly kicked your foot with his. “Look, even if they do exist... I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

Jack gave you a glare and took a sip of his beer. “Why is that,” he asked, a hint of hurt in his tone.

“They want sheep, and from what I remember, you’ve got a mind of your own,” you replied. Jack nodded and raised his bottle to you.

“Well, who wouldn’t want unlimited power?” Jack commented. The three of you looked at each other and nodded.

“I have to do something, so I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Jack said as he looked at you. You nodded and pulled him in for a hug.

“I’ll see you later. Thanks for the beer, Randall,” Jack said, turning to the dark-haired male next to you.

“See you around,” Randall replied. The two of you watched as Jack walked out of the bar. An awkward silence settled as you turned to look at each other. You weren’t sure whether to bring up what had happened a few hours ago or pretend that it never happened.

“So, Jack seems real--”

“Hey, sorry about earlier-”

You and Randall stared at each other, cutting each other off. Neither of you said a word, you kept looking into each other’s eyes. 

“About earlier, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Randall was the first to talk. “I’ve been thrown off this entire week for some reason, and I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re my best friend, and I guess I just got caught up in the moment,” Randall stated. You felt your heart fall, and your throat tighten. You wanted to cry, but you kept in your tears. It was just like how you had thought, he never had feelings for you. 

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It’s the beginning of the school year, we’ve got a lot of pressure. I don’t blame you,” You lied, placing your hand on his arm. He looked down at your hand and smiled. 

“C’mon, let’s go back to the den. I have a feeling these assholes are gonna start using bad magic soon,” you said. Randall nodded and laid a $20 bill on the table. The two of you got up and made your way out. 

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The next two weeks were stressful for everyone.  Jack had managed to get involved with the Order, but you only found out because Randall had told you. Randall and Lilith had been hunting down this thing that was killing pledges. Hamish had been busy with his class, and you had been busy helping Lilith and Randall figure out what the creature was. You had found some books in the basement, but Randall said it would be quicker to just search on Google. Being how you were so in love with him (and majorly because you didn’t want to read all those old books), you followed his direction.

With Randall, the two of you had gotten back into your regular routine. It was as if nothing had happened. You never revealed that you did, in fact, have feelings for him, but since he clearly didn’t have any for you, you decided to not say anything. You treasured your friendship too much to risk losing it.

However, things got interesting one day. You had gotten back from your last class of the day and started prepping snacks for the movie night you and the Knights would be having. Yet, when you arrived, the front door was swung open. You entered the living room and began scanning the rooms. But a particular smell led you to the basement. There, you found ripped up clothes. You searched for a wallet and saw that it belonged to the one and only Jack Morton. You immediately called everyone else and went out to search for the newly-turned werewolf.

[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.”

[dw-writes]

13 Days of Horror - Day 1: Hamish Duke x GN!Reader

Hello hello hello!!!! This is something of my own making, a little 13 days of horror celebration counting down the days until Halloween!!! I have taken my prompts from this list HERE I hope you guys enjoy!!

Prompt: “You don’t understand! He didn’t have a face.”

You knocked on the door of Hamish’s room as quickly and as quietly as possible, hoping that the man’s heightened sense of hearing would wake him and not the others. You glanced back down the hall towards your room. The door was still open, the light from your lamp spilling out into the hall. The thing you had seen – you wondered if it was still there.

Your knocking ceased as Hamish opened his door and caught your hand. He whispered your name through a yawn when you whipped around. He frowned and ruffled his hair. “What’s wrong?” he mumbled. You hurried into the room and carefully shut the door behind you.

“I think there was something in my room,” you whispered.

Hamish squinted his exhausted eyes and turned to the door, scratching his chest with another yawn. “What do you mean…?” he asked slowly. When his eyes opened, they were bright and alert and stared at the door with curiosity. “What was in your room?” he asked.

“I dunno,” you stuttered, “I thought it was you? At first? By the window, but I called for you and you didn’t move so I turned on the light and went to see.” You twisted your hands together as you rambled. “But when I turned you around—”

“Hey, hey,” Hamish whispered, his hands brushing over your shoulders. “It’s okay.” He squeezed you to him, and you pressed your face against his shoulder. “It was just a dream.”

“No, it wasn’t!” you cried. You leaned back in his grasp and frowned. “I felt you – it. Him? I?” You growled as you scrubbed your face and turned away. “I felt him, he was real.”

Hamish called your name again, concerned and worried and reaching for you.

“You don’t understand!” you exclaimed as you swatted his hand away, “He didn’t have a face.”

“Okay,” he murmured. He slid his hand down your hand and squeezed your hand. “Let’s go check. Okay?” You nodded. He opened the door and glanced down the hall, mumbling how he was surprised that you hadn’t woken up the others. You two tip toed down the hall to your room, and you pushed your own door open with a trembling hand.

It was empty, with nothing but the lamp by your bedside on, and the window on the far wall open. “I didn’t open that,” you breathed.

Hamish stalked past you and slid the window closed with a grunt, locking it, staring out the glass with not his eyes, but Tundra’s. He turned to you with a frown. “You’ll sleep in my room tonight, okay?” he said. You nodded. He clicked your light off and pulled you from the room.

[unholly-reader]

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? 

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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.

[undercoveravenger]

The Flower Patch

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Okay so since you are doing red white and royal blue can you do an Alex x male reader. He doesn’t have the best family so he’s always working at the florist shop And photography business. Alex being the amazing boyfriend he is starting to notice and just sets up something cute or just wraps him in his arms asking what’s wrong. (Also I don’t know if you remember but I requested that Hamish duke and sad reader request and I don’t think I thank you enough because I still read it sometimes. Long way of saying love your work and what you do)

A/N: Okay, your ask was so sweet I almost died. This dynamic ended up being so fun though! I loved this ask (and your last one too!) so if you’ve got anymore, feel free to send them my way. Glad my writing can make a difference for you ♥️

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In the year and a half since Alex and you had started dating, he’d quickly learned that you tended to hide out at the flower shop you worked at when something was wrong. The bright colors and sweet smelling flowers had always helped lift your spirits in a way that nothing else seemed to, so when he hadn’t heard from you in the past two days, he had a strong suspicion of where he’d find you.

Sure enough, he’s able to spot the back of your head over one of the rows of potted tulips as he makes his way into The Flower Patch. You’re slightly crouched, the sleek black camera in your hands directed at a bundle of roses, lilies, and babies’ breath in a crystal vase, clearly preparing to take another of the photos that decorate the shop’s website and social media.

“Excuse me, sir,” Alex calls out, a smile tugging at his lips as he stops to watch you, “Can you point me toward the love of my life?” He tries (and fails) not to snicker as you jump, startled by your boyfriend’s appearance.

“Not funny,” you say, but Alex can still pick out the slight grin twisting at the corner of your mouth. 

Alex hums, moving to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “A little funny,” he corrects, setting his chin on your shoulder and watching you work. He’d always been amazed at the way you were able to capture a moment with your camera, to frame your subject perfectly in order to freeze time. You were able to capture lighting and highlight textures in a way he’s never seen from other photographers, to make him feel like he could reach through the frame and touch the things you photograph. “Now, are you going to tell me what happened or are we just going to pretend you’re working on your day off just for fun?”

Alex can feel the way you tense against him, shoulders stiffening and knuckles paling as you clutch tighter to your camera. 

“Not sure what you mean,” you say and Alex knows you well enough to know what must’ve happened.

“Right, you were meant to be working today all along, huh?” He knows you weren’t. You always have Wednesdays off- that’s why they’d become date nights. So for you to be working today means that something must’ve happened that made you want to get out of the house and work was the easiest excuse. He knows you well enough to know that you don’t want to think about what must’ve happened if you’re dodging his questions the way you are. “Well, how would you feel about coming over after your shift? My mom and dad are going to be stuck working late, but you and I can take over the theater and have a movie night if you want? I’ve got all your favorite snacks?” Alex can’t help but smile as you relax back into him again, his heart warming at the pleased little sigh that escapes you. “Yeah,” you say, setting your camera aside and turning in his arms to tuck your head against the side of his neck. “Yeah, that sounds good.” As much as Alex hates what you go through with your family, he’s happy to know that you feel safe with him. That your escape had extended past your camera and the beautiful blooms of The Flower Patch to include him.

[willddheartt]

Being a Good Friend | Randall Carpio

Summary: Randall has a plan to make the stupid jock you’re talking to Jealous, but something more comes out of it.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

“Man, guys suck,” You sighed as you flopped down onto the couch in the packhouse  “Hey,” Randall and Hamish said in unison  “No, she’s right,” Lilith said, taking one of the drinks Hamish had poured and sat across from you in the armchair.

“Boy problems?” Hamish asked with a sly smirk You replied, shaking your head, “You don’t even know,”  “Trust me, it’s not worth it,” Lilith said, taking a sip of the cocktail. 

“Thanks,” You mumbled to Randall after taking the glass from his hand, he picked your feet up from the couch and sat down before letting you place them in his lap.  “I just don’t get why guys will lead you on and act like they’re interested then turn around and completely ghost you,” You sighed angrily after taking a sip of the delicious cocktail Hamish mixed.  “You’re probably better off without the douche nozzle,” Lilith nodded, “Who was it anyway?” “Some Bradley Taylor, I met at a party,” You shrugged  “Two first names,” Randall cringed,  “you already know he’s bad news,”  “Wait, really?” You asked surprised, “Was this just something people failed to tell me?”  “Well, there no real proof behind it, but from experience,” The dark-haired boy said, trailing off when you nodded.  “The fucker left one of his shirts in my dorm, any of you want it? Otherwise, I’m chucking it,” You looked around the room at the wolves. 

“So you still have his shirt?” Randall asked, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.  You nodded slowly, “Why?” “Do you want to make him jealous?” He asked  “I guess,” You shrugged.  “Okay,” Randall nodded, jumping up from the couch, almost making you roll off when he threw your feet from his lap, “C’mon, I got an idea,”  He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the front door. 

-

“Okay, do you want to explain to me what we’re doing now?” You asked, once Randall had dragged you inside your dorm room  “Wheres his shirt?” He asked, instead of answering your question, you pointed to the back of the chair at your desk. Immediately after spotting it Randall pulled his shirt off.  “Woah,” You laughed, “Care to share this brilliant idea with the group?” You watched as he shrugged on the plaid shirt  “He’s got two first names, he’s a total tool. Seeing another guy in his shirt, in your room will damage his ego, and he’ll text you back in no time,” Randall smiled  “That’s just so crazy it might work,” You said  Randall nodded, “Now put your photography major to use and get your camera.”

You directed Randall into different poses to make the photos look more natural, and you snapped the photos with your phone to make them seem like you were just hanging out. The one money shot was one that was Randall’s idea. He laid down on your bed, leaving the shirt unbuttoned to show his toned abdomen, and he had you straddle his hips and snap a photo from there. You quickly edited the photo slightly, just doing some slight colour correction and light adjustments, and posted it to your social media. 

“Perfect,” Randall smiled when he saw your post in his feed, “He’ll definitely be crawling back to you in no time,” He gave you a hug from behind, leaning down over the back of the chair.  “Fingers crossed,” You sighed, leaning back into his arms.  “And if he doesn’t, Lilith will kill him,” He shrugged  “We don’t have to go that far but the thought is what counts,” You chuckled, spilling your chair around. 

You didn’t realize how close Randall was until you spun around, seeing him face to face. You were close enough to feel his breath on your face, and you froze. You didn’t know what to do, part of you wanted to pull away before either of you noticed and brush it off but another part of you, the nagging part, told you to lean in and connect your lips. Without realizing it you were leaning in when Randall didn’t move or pull back, you made the final move. Pressing your lips together softly, but pulling away quickly. 

Your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes fluttered open. Without saying anything Randal leaned forward this time, locking your lips together again for a longer and harder kiss. He sat down on your bed, pulling you out of the chair with him to your bed, without breaking the kiss. Your hands moved from his shoulders to wrap around the back of his neck and one tangled in his hair before pulling away. 

“Woah,” You whispered, out of breath.  “Yeah,” Randall agreed, still holding you close.  “Shit,” He shook his head, his grip around your waist loosening, “What about Bradley?”  “We’re not a thing or anything,” You shrugged, “we were just messing around,” “So you’re not gonna tell him?” Randall asked You shook your head, “He and I aren’t together and I don’t need to disclose anything to him,”  “Okay,” Randall nodded, “How jealous do you want to make him exactly?” He asked 

-

“Holy shit what exactly did you guys do?” Lilith asked the next day when you and Randall walked into the packhouse  “That is classified information, Lil,” Randall smiled  “It’s not that classified,” Hamish mumbled 

You felt all eyes on you, their burning stares making you pull the hood of your hoodie up and pull the strings tight.  “It’s that bad?” You asked, sitting on the couch  “Oh yeah,” Lilith nodded, “No, it’s not that bad,” Randall said at the same time.  “It’s pretty bad,” Hamish said  “If this doesn’t make Bradley even a little jealous, I’m kicking your ass into next week Carpio” You mumbled  “I think what you’re looking for is, Thank you, but I’ll accept that,” 

Last night you both got a little carried away. You didn’t notice the damage he’d done to you until it already happened. The marks that littered your neck with the post on your socials was enough evidence for people to say you fucked Randall, but that’s not at all what happened. Nothing went past second base.  You weren’t sure what that meant for the two of you or what that now meant for Bradley and you if he ever messaged you back. But Bradley seemed to only be a distant thought in your mind since you first kissed Randall, now all you could think about was his lips on yours. At first, you thought he was just being a good friend by helping you create a trap that would bring the dumb jock back to you, but couldn’t help wondering if something more extended when you kissed.

You were happy to see Randall’s plan had worked later that evening when you got a text from Bradley, asking if you wanted to hangout. But you surprised yourself when you turned him down, you went through all the trouble to make him jealous but now he didn’t seem to matter to you. 

“Hey,” You said quietly as you leaned against Randall’s door frame  “Hey,” The boy smiled when he looked up from his book and saw you. “So did, Bradley, message you yet?” Randall found himself asking even though he didn’t want to know the answer.  “Yeah,” You nodded, “Asked if I wanted to hang tonight,”  “And you said?”  “Turned him down,” You chuckled to yourself  “Oh,” He nodded, looking back to his book.

You walked in and sat at the foot of Randall’s bed, looking around.  “You still have those?” You asked, pointing to the strip of photo booth photos that were ripped in half.  “Of course,” He nodded, “Do you have yours?”  You nodded. 

“Last night,” You blurted, feeling the elephant enter the room. Randall closed his book and slid it aside, moving to sit by you on the edge of the bed.  “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I’m not even one hundred percent sure why I kissed you,” He shook his head.  “Oh,” You mumbled, “I wasn’t sure why I kissed you either but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since,” You refused to look up from where your eyes locked onto the floor, not wanting to see his reaction “So you didn’t mind it?” He asked, almost in disbelief  “No,” You shook your head, “I would have stopped you if I didn’t like it,” You mumbled, “Didn’t you like it?” You asked, looking up from the floor, meeting his brown eyes   “No,” Randall shook his head, “Well I mean, no I didn’t mind, yes I liked it,” He said quickly, making you chuckle.  “I don’t know much, Randall,” You started, “But I felt more with you last night that I did with Bradley anytime. And I get it if it’s not the same for you but if I don’t tell you now, I probably never will.” You sighed, “I know we started out as friends but I’ve been seeing you differently, but I never thought I would tell you because I don’t want to ruin anything,” You rambled out, but getting stopped by Randall kissing you softly. He pulled away leaving you speechless. 

“Does that answer your question?” He asked, with a smirk You opened and closed your mouth a few times but couldn’t come up with anything to say. 

“I’m not saying we have to become something more than what we have now, but I’m also not saying that I’ll shut it down, you can choose,” Randall said, his hand resting on your knee You nodded, “I won’t stop it either but I don’t know what I want to come from this,” You said, “With that said, I also won’t shut it down if something does happen,” You smirked. You pulled Randall closer by his shoulders and kissed him once more.

[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.”

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Male reader: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

[faerie-film]

bro finding somebody with the same personality or appearance as a character you’ve become super attached to is a WILDDDD experience. lemme tell you, ive known this guy for a while and havent talked to him much but i finally did today and when i tel you his personality and the way was carried himself was extremely familiar. so i went through all my shows and hes like HAMISH DUKE from the order and when i say this boy has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes like hamish, wow. i was shook, especially because im like in love with hamish so shook

[thebisexualdogdad]

hi! could i request what i a headcanon what it would be like dating randall (or all of the knights individual, if you want to)? thank youu!!

Randall: 

· the biggest dork

· he's always making you laugh

· but he's also really sweet 

· brings you your favorite snacks when you're feeling down

· big cuddler

· he can be the big spoon or little spoon doesn't matter 

· walks around naked as often as he can much to the other knights dismay 

· he'll come into the kitchen fully nude while everyone is eating breakfast and you have to cover him with your jacket

Hamish: 

· so smart it's kind of intimidating

· he'll make references you don't understand 

· teasing him by hiding his vests before class

· he takes you out on the most luxurious dates

· pulling him in by the tie to kiss him

· he always helps you write your papers which makes Randall jealous cause Hamish makes him and Jack do their homework themselves 

· he'll get you flowers for no reason 

· and writes you poems 

Lilith: 

· you're the only person she's not grumpy around 

· the way she told you she liked you was "i hate you less than most people" 

· she's so tiny she drowns in your sweaters 

· frequently having to stop her from ripping Randall's head off 

· carrying her to bed when she falls asleep on the couch while you watch movies 

· calling her Lili to mess with her 

· calming her down when she's angry 

· picking her up and throwing her over your shoulder when she's yelling at Randall or Jack 

Jack: 

· the himbo of the knights 

· he's dum but cute so it makes up for it 

· he has zero logic so you're always getting him out of trouble

· good luck though when Randall is the one giving him ideas 

· his idea of a date is getting McDonalds 

· all he eats is junk food so you have to force him to eat a salad once in a while 

· he's so clumsy you're always cleaning up his messes 

· he tried baking you a cake for your birthday and ended up with batter on the ceiling 

Gabrielle: 

· she didn't ask you on a date she told you you were going on a date 

· when you find out about her dad it makes sense why she acts the way she does

· she's actually pretty soft with you 

· though in public she still puts up her mean girl persona 

· no one understands why you're with her but you don't care 

· she's smart, headstrong and determined and that's what you love about her 

· she constantly buys you clothes she thinks you'll look good in

· so many couples photos on instagram