#hamish duke oneshot

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An Interlude In Hell

I CAST REVIVE FANDOM!

I binged this show in the last week, are there any Order fans around?

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‘Tis The Damn Season | Hamish Duke

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

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with 

Whilst I was gone, I would’ve asked you

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I felt it when I passed you

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

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

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

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

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

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

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

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

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

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

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

So we could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

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

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

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

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

And the road looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

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

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

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

And the road taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

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

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

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

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

I parked my car between the Methodist

And the school used to be ours

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

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

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

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

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

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

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

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

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

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

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

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

We could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

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

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

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

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

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

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

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

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

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

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

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

And the road not taken looks real good now

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

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

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And wonder about the only soul

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

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

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

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

Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’

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

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

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

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

To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know

We could call it even

Even though I’m leaving

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

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

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

And I’ll be yours for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season

We could call it even

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

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

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

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

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

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

I’m staying at my parents’ house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

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

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

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

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

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

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

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

And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown

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

[luv4fandoms]

No killing tonight-Hamish x Reader

So recently I finished watching the first season of The Order (if you haven't seen it, go watch it!) And I adore Hamish so much, so even though I usually don't take requests, there is a lack of Hamish fics and I needed to help change that. So Nonny request this. I hope you all enjoy it! 😊

Pairings: Hamish Duke x Reader

Warnings: Killing?

Word Count: 1,384

You had met Hamish on your first day of college, something you hadn't been expecting. You had gone to Belgrave to better your education, to better your future...and instead you bump into someone while looking down at a paper to find your class, drop your books, and when they are quickly picked up and handed to you...Met with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen.

"Are you alright?" His deep voice made your pulse quicken, and it took you a moment to find your tongue.

"Y-yes, sorry I wasn't watching where I was going, are you alright?" You asked, causing him to smile and nod.

"No harm done...I haven't seen you before" He stated, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Yeah, I just enrolled"

"You seem a little old for a student...not that there is a certain age for college" He quickly backtracked.

"No it's ok" you laughed, before adding.

"Typical stupid teen, dropped out young, recently decided to get her act together and get a GED and go to college"

"Never too late" he smiled

"I'm Hamish, Hamish Duke" he extended his hand

"(F/n) (L/n)" you replied while taking his hand in yours

"Very nice to meet you Miss (L/n)" he smiled.

You hadn't expected your relationship to blossom as it did, you were just a student, and come to find out, he was a professor. A relationship that probably shouldn't have happened,quickly did, you both were the same age and had so many things in common...except one. Out of everything, the one thing you hadn't expected was Hamish's secret. When he first told you, you simply laughed it off...But when you realized that he was serious you told him you wanted proof...so he gave you it.

That was almost two years ago. You had quickly accepted Tundra, finding him just as protective as Hamish when you insisted on going out on patrols with them. Sure you were human, but you could fight, and often used yourself as a distraction. That being said, there was something about the wolf lifestyle you didn't agree with.

"Please don't kill anyone tonight" you stated while strapping on your backpack, the pack had just heard the sign of bad magic being used and were about to head out.

"No promises" Lillith replied, already stripping out of her clothes. Your eyes went to Hamish who was already removing his shirt.

"It's murder" you told him.

"Indifference to life" he replied, before sighing.

"No promises" and with that they were all out the door. Sighing, you left as well. It didn't take long for you all to find the source of the bad magic, nor did it take long for the bloodshed to start...It was true that the order was powerful and could hurt the pack, but that didn't stop the sight of a throat being ripped out, or a heart being eaten any less upsetting, and watching it happen made thoughts you had tried to keep at bay, come to the front of your mind once more. Hamish...Tundra looked back at you, blood dripping from his snout as he took in your shaking form...why were you shaking? You had seen this before, but tonight, your wide eyes held horror, for the first time in two years you looked at him in absolute terror. He dropped the body, his claws making more slashes as the body slid along them, and he turned fully towards you. He watched your eyes dart to the body before they met his once more...and then you took a step back. He paused for only a moment before stepping towards you, and with every step, you backed further away...before turning and running off into the night. Hamish stood there in shock, his heart breaking at the memory of your face, the way you looked at him like he was...A monster.

A sorrowful howl split the night just as you reached your car back at the pack's house, and although it broke your heart, you left. That all happened a week ago and since then you had been doing everything to avoid Hamish, you still loved him, but that love only made those thoughts louder. Luckily you weren't in Hamish's class, nor did you share any with him. You could easily get away from Lillith, Jack never tried to invade your space, but Randall was a little harder, being your RA and all.

"Talk to him, please (y/n)! I've never seen Hamish like this before" those words ran through your head on repeat, but so did the thoughts and memories of that night. The bell for the end of the day finally rang and you hurried to gather your things and leave, the sooner you were away from the pack the better...But luck seemed to not be on your side today as you felt a hand roughly grab your arm and drag you into an empty classroom. You already knew who it was, but it didn't stop your heart from quickening when you came face to face with Hamish. This would be so much easier if you weren't still hopelessly in love with him.

"You've been avoiding me" he spoke, his tone a mixture of resignation and pleading.

"Have I?" You tried to play dumb, he looked like he hadn't slept much in the past week, and that thought alone was like a knife through your heart.

"Just" he stopped, taking a breath before adding

"Just tell me what I did, please"

"You didn't d-" you started but he interrupted

"Don't lie to me!" You jumped at his outburst, and his eyes met your wide ones, his face falling as he looked at you.

"That's the same way you looked at me that night...are you that afraid of me?"

"No, I'm not afraid of you" you told him, but he simply laughed and shook his head, backing away from you. You took a moment before continuing your thoughts, he deserved to know.

"I'm afraid of him" he stopped and slowly turned to you.

"Tundra? Why?"

"Everytime you go into your, your, wolf mode and kill I feel like...like one day you're going to stop being...you" you explained, tears pricking your eyes while you voiced your fears, it was something you had thought of every time you saw him kill someone, you were afraid for his humanity.

"You already act like you don't value life, murder is just indifference to human life as you put it. What if one day you see…" you stopped, shaking your head as tears run down your cheeks, the lump in your throat made you swallow.

"What if one day I see what love?" He asked, his hands gently holding your arms.

"What if...what if one day you see my life as worthless? What if one day Tundra gets tired of me and just sees me as worthless? Do you have that much control over him? What if one day we have a child and-" he cut you off by pulling you ointo his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you cried and gripped his shirt.

"I would never hurt you" he spoke into your hair.

"Could never hurt you, don't you see that?" He asked as he pulled you away and made you look at him.

"(Y/n)...you're my mate"

"That's an actual thing?" You slightly giggled, wiping your tears.

"I'm a werewolf and you're shocked by us having mates?"

"I guess I'm more shocked about me being yours" you shrugged.

"Why is that so shocking?"

"I don't know, you're you and I'm"

"Amazing, smart, beautiful, wonderful, fierce, strong" he named off causing you to laugh.

"I love you (y/n) and I, nor Tundra would ever hurt you, we will protect you with our life" he said while leaning down, bringing his lips gently to yours, and when he pulled away he added.

"But I'll make sure I don't kill anymore"

"Just not in front of me ok?"

"Just not in front of you" he laughed while grabbing your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

"So...you think about us having kids?" He smiled.

"Shush" you smiled back.

[train-wrecc]

ALPHA.

• hamish duke x fem!reader

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

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

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

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

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

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

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

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

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

-

next day...

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

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

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

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

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

however, y/n doubted that.

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

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

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

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

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

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

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

[elleclairez]

The Order -  One-Shot - Randall Carpio x reader -  “Does he know?”

“Can someone explain to me why Jack Morton is laying naked on the floor?” I asked Hamish and Lilith, my boyfriend aka Randall Carpio was nowhere to be seen

“First how do you that idiot’s name and second of all, what the hell are you doing here?!” Asked Lilith angrily, well more like normally because angry is Lilith’s normal (at least with me). 

“I’m here because Randall forgot his notes yesterday and I know Jack because again Randall is his RA. Why would you actually care what I’m doing here?!” I said looking at her.

“You know what...” She started but was interrupted by Randall 

“Girls calm down. Lilith, please be nice, she's Randall girlfriend after all. And to answer your question, he was chosen by one of the hides." Said Hamish while being annoyed by the beginning of yet another argument. You see Lilith and I never got along even though I did try to make an effort since she is Randall's best friend but unfortunately she still hated me. Don't ask me why 'because I've got no idea.

"Him?! Didn't expect him to become a werewolf but who am I to judge. Anyway, who chose him?" I asked. I wasn't a werewolf myself I always tried to help them as much as I could even though I'm human sometimes I can be useful.

"Silverback chose him. Hey babe! What are you doing here?" Said Randall entering the room and hugging me with a wide grin on his lips.

"You forgot your notes this morning and I doubt that a pre-med can actually survive at least one class without them." I said pecking his lips ignoring the hateful glare that a certain female werewolf was sending me.

"Thanks, you're the best. You know I was thinking maybe tonight..." And before he could even finish his sentence we heard a groan coming from the semi-conscious guy.

"Where am I?" Said Jack trying to sit up but failing completely. I kinda felt bad for the guy but this was a werewolf matter, not a human one. 

“Okay... I’m gonna go, I have class in 15 minutes. If you need anything, text me.” I said to everyone, well mostly to Randall, kissed him and left the house heading to the campus while hearing an “I love you” from the tallest werewolf. 

_______________________________________________________________________

I was calmly walking towards my building when someone took my arm and stopped me and turned me around quite abruptly. I was going to scream but stopped when I saw that it was none other than Jack Morton. 

“Morton! What the hell?!” I asked angrily hitting him in the arm. 

“Do they know?!” He asked looking me straight in the eyes. 

“What the hell are you talking about?! Did you hit your head somewhere or what?!” What the hell was wrong with him. I mean he couldn’t know the truth, could he? 

“Do the Knights know that you’re in the Order? No, I have a better question. Does Randall know that his precious girlfriend is supposed to be his enemy?” He asked without breaking eye contact. Okay, this is bad! How could he have known?! He never saw me without the mask. 

“How did you...” I tried to answer him but nothing came to mind. 

“I saw you with Alyssa and the Temple Magus. Now answer my damn question! Do they know?” 

For a minute at least I tried to come up with an answer but again nothing came to mind, so I decided to do something that is not very common is The Order, I answered honestly. 

“No, they don’t. I was going to tell Randall but there was never a right moment, and then he told me about the Knights and I met Hamish and Lilith... It’s just...” I answered with panic in my voice.

“You didn’t want to hurt Randall or the others I get it. Look your secret is safe with me but you have to tell them sooner or later because they will find out I’m sure of it. It surely would be better if you told them and not someone else” He said and I could see pity in his eyes. 

“Thanks, Jack. And I promise I will tell them.” Before we could say anything else we both received a message from Alyssa. 

“I guess we have to go. Come on Acolyte, we have to go.” 

“Yes, Medicum!”

Little did we know that a certain raven-haired werewolf was listening to us and couldn’t wait to tell everything to the other two members of the Knights of Saint Christopher. 

765 words, 4,123 words 

Hope you liked this one-shot (I think it(s a one-shot, honestly I don’t really know the difference between imagines, one-shots etc...). 

If you want a second part please say it. 

I apologize if there are any mistakes English is not my first language, and I am still learning how writing on Tumblr works so you’ve got any advice... 

By the way, who is also waiting for the second season of The order??? 

Elle_Claire

[halfbluemoons]

The Order - Hamish x Reader

Name: And You Are - Part 1

Show: The Order

Words: 672

Ship: Hamish x Reader

You were already running late to class when, low and behold, you tripped over a slightly raised paving stone just off campus. Your book bag didn’t remotely cushion your fall and the sound of your phone skidding away from you was deafening.

“I fucking hate Tuesdays,” you groaned, taking a moment to process what had happened before you even thought of making an attempt to get up. What did it matter anyway? You were late, again. Your professor would make some dick comment, again. Everyone in class would side-eye you like a failure sign followed you around, again. Whoever told you that college would be great was a fucking liar. All you’d received so far were lousy grades and anxiety.

“Are you alright?” A deep voice asked in an accent unlike your own. They sounded concerned and amused, both of which irritated you further.

“Oh sure,” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is just part of my morning routine.”

“An odd way to familiarise yourself with campus, I suppose, but I’m quite the advocate for oddities. Do you mind if I join you?” Before you could question anything about them, the stranger was already lying down next to you, and now you could see the way he imitated your position on the ground. “Does the bag beneath you offer more experience or am I alright to do without? I don’t have one on me, you see.” Who even was this guy? You’d never seen him around before, that was for certain.

“Who are you?” You asked, ignoring his pursuits to imitate your discomfort.

“Hamish, and you are?”

“Confused as to what the hell you’re doing.”

“A most unusual name,” he retorted with a smile. You weren’t sure how to respond to that, momentarily distracted by how incredibly blue his eyes were. He stared back at you, the smile unwavering, and if you hadn’t been so self-conscious, you might have laid there with him a hell of a lot longer. You turned your head away and helped yourself up off of the ground, and your book bag, of course, and retrieved your now broken phone while Hamish got to his feet too.

“Fuck’s sake,” you muttered. Hamish handed you the strap of your bag and you hesitated, confused as to his entire presence. “What’re you doing here?”

“That’s a tale I’ll have to tell you another time,” he said. “You were in a hurry,” he said and gestured to the gate you were on route to pass through.

“Shit.” You took the bag without so much as a thank you and took off. Your phone could wait till later. As if good fortune had prevailed, you managed to make it to class without any further incidents--and--Professor Krowchuk wasn’t in yet.

“You look… ruffled,” Margaret, the woman who always wore bright sweaters, said from her usual seat on the left of  you. The tables were set out in the shape of a horseshoe and there was 27 of you in total, all with their own assigned seat - hence why it was always so obvious that you were late.

“Where’s Professor Krowchuk?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound too pleased he wasn’t there.

“No idea. Apparently there’s a sub in this morning,” she replied, looking down her nose at you while you took out your philosophy book. “Hamish, I think they called him.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered just before the classroom door shut. You turned to see Hamish sauntering towards Professor Krowchuk’s desk, his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you gape at him. Many questions crossed your mind at once but instead of asking one, you sighed loudly and sat down; too overwhelmed by the day enough to try and make sense of it.

“I am Professor Duke, you can call me Hamish. I’ll be filling in for Krowchuk. Open your books to page 241, it should bring you to the section on David Hume.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | ?

[starshipsofstarlord]

Apartment | Hamish Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[starshipsofstarlord]

Vera’s Wolves | Hamish Duke

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

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[starshipsofstarlord]

HAMISH DUKE MASTERLIST

🥀 = Smut

🌺 = Requested

Answers

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

Apartment

Vera’s Wolves 🌺

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

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

‘Tis the Damn Season 🌺

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

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

[luv4fandoms]

Kinda wanna write a Hamish smut

Like maybe if the werewolves had a mating season, would anyone be interested?