#the knights of saint Christopher imagine

[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. 

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

XOXO ~ H.D. (Part One: Time)

A/n: making jokes about kisses and “x” is so funny and amazing thank you for this experience. (This prompt list)

Request: “38 and 17 with hamish duke” by anon

Word Count: 3600+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss for running out of time ~

The irony of time being every living creature���s most valuable asset was that there was never enough of it to go around. Never enough of it do everything that you needed to do, let alone all you wanted to do.

Hamish was, as everyone did, learning this the hard way.

Between school and the whole werewolf-order business, there was less than no time to handle any sort of love life. Granted, if it had just been school there would have been plenty of time. Maybe even being a wolf didn’t suck too much from him. But the drama with the Order was all consuming, and if there was ever a second that it all slowed down you didn’t go on dates and flirt with cute boys - you lay in bed and finally dealt with all the trauma you’d been holding your breath through. You finally breathed again, only for a second before everything kicked off again.

Which meant that when Hamish realized that he had a crush on Y/n of all people, he was not happy.

There was already so much going on, why did this have to be added to the pile?

Honestly, Hamish couldn’t be too hard on himself though. Y/n was amazing. He had been part of the Knights longer than even Hamish. Had been here longer than Cassie. They had been friends for ages, even though Y/n was several years older, in Jack’s year.

It was because Y/n’s older sister had been in the Knights a long time ago. She had gone missing, leaving a journal behind with stories that Y/n had thought - at the time - were Just stories she made up, but turned out to be a proper journal. He had realized this, most ironically, when at 10 he hopped a train and made his way to his sister’s old college to pay respects to her grave. Or, the last place she had been seen in the very least. There he had started to piece together how scary similar things between the stories in his sister’s journal and the actual school were. He had gone investigating and found the Den, which lead him to the coats.

Midnight had chosen him, but Y/n had never minded. He had walked into that room full knowing what was about to happen.

When the other wolves at the time walked in to see an unconscious kid, barely in double digets, with a notebook that had all of their stories and secrets in it and realized Midnight’s coat was missing... well it had been a bit of chaos. But from that moment, the loyalty to his sister that had driven Midnight to choose him to begin with, translated directly to the Knights. He was an important member, one of the pack.

Not only was he the longest recorded companion of Midnight ever, he was the longest wolf recorded ever. He had outlived every single other member and only didn’t hold authority over the current pack because he didn’t want to. He gladly settled for second in command, his heart balancing Hamish’s brain perfectly.

Y/n’s awesomeness didn’t stop there though.

Not only was he incredibly powerful and in sync with his wolf, he also had perfect control over his powers. He and Midnight were synced: one mind, one body, one spirit. He also had read several of the books they had hundred times over, and had taken the languages that he automatically knew because of Midnight and had tripled them. He could read every single book they had, he just didn’t because he didn’t want to waste that much time just reading. He was younger than Hamish and less experienced in life because of it, and yet remained the most well versed in life as a Knight. When it came to knowledge oriented authority, Y/n was always the default over Hamish, even if Hamish had the better plans and general leadership capabilities.

What really took the cake as truly astonishing was an ability Y/n had developed. He was the first wolf, EVER, who could project his coat out of himself and onto other people.

It was always temporary, as Y/n only ever used it to launch Midnight at people that he would immediately crush or suffocate, but honestly that was even cooler! Because of all the time that Y/n and Midnight had spent together and the intense dedication to protecting their pack, it was hard for them to be able to truly help without sacrificing Y/n’s life. And while they were both fine with that, they also had never been as powerful and useful and skilled - as good at protecting the people they cared about - as they were together. So they had developed an entirely new skill to compensate for situations that Y/n couldn’t just throw himself into the middle of harm’s way.

He still did it, but now if it was too serious or danger Y/n at least had the sense to protect himself.

It was so insane that Hamish became absolutely enamored with Y/n. His intelligence and skill and loyalty were astounding, and his kindness and warmth and gentleness was overwhelming. He was suddenly every craving Hamish ever had. Every yearning he’d ever felt tug at him was satiated, for once, by one single person. It was painfully obvious to everyone who interacted with them together even once. Even Jack had only taken a week to pick up on it. After the six and a half or so days, even the oblivious newbie with so much on his plate he didn’t notice most things that weren’t immediately important to him, was shipping the two boys with as much gusto as Lilith and Randall.

Y/n didn’t seem to be against the idea of him and Hamish dating either. When someone joked about it, he only smiled. Sometimes he would even look at Hamish with narrowed eyes - almost like an unspoken dare. A few times he had even flirted with Hamish in the heat of battle, shooting a smirk or a wink towards the other boy right before he ran out to what in the moment seemed certain death. When it was Hamish in danger, Y/n was quick to come up with a reason for it to be him instead. The action itself wasn’t off brand for Y/n - he was pretty self sacrificing. It was something he’d had even before he’d bonded with Midnight, but had only worsened since. The thing was, he wasn’t just canon fodder - he was also smart. He knew that taking the worst hit now meant that you might not be there to protect the people you loved later. So usually he was pretty smart about things, even if he was quick to insert himself and act like a shield for those he cared about.

With Hamish, he just seemed more eager to do it and often used much less sense than he normally would. Like Hamish being in danger left no room for thinking properly.

Everyone knew the two men would have dated a long time ago if they could find a moment to relax. The thing with constant facing death every day was that you ended up with a lot of trauma. Hamish and Y/n were one of those people who generally wanted to sort themselves out before they added a huge new element to the table - like a relationship. They liked to have their trauma and drama alike sorted and handled at least a little bit before dating seriously. When neither intended to date each other casually, it often meant that even when they wanted to they rarely if ever acted on their feelings.

Perhaps that was what had inspired Jack and Randall to put their heads together on getting Y/n and Hamish together. As they became more comfortable in their relationship it seemed they got further and further from acting on their feelings. At this point it was just painful, especially since after the mind wiped had ruined chances between Jack and Alyssa, ending with Randall shooting his shot and succeeding. Now whenever they did boyfriend stuff around Hamish or Y/n, there was this awkwardness in the air. Longing. Y/n would steal glances at Hamish, who forgot how to mix the drink he was making, even if he’d made it a million times before.

Enough was enough.

When the boys had proposed their plan to the group, all eyebrows had shot up in surprise.

“I’m sorry,” Alyssa snorted, amusement dancing in her eyes. “A game night?”

“Yes,” Randall confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re always busy and after all the things we’ve been through...” he shrugged.

“It might be nice to bond again,” Jack picked up. “I mean, Lilith is dating Alyssa and Nicole now, and the Order and the Knights are... sort of working together?” His nose scrunched. “There’s a lot going on, and the pack is growing. Alyssa and I are exes and Nicole and I have exchanged, what, three words?”

“It would be nice to reintroduce ourselves and make a fresh start,” Randall agreed. “This way we can establish new ideas and interactions and... work on how we are and talk to and act around each other. What better way to make a new beginning then with some classic, fun ice breakers?”

Y/n chuckled. “You know what, this is actually a really good idea, guys.” And it was. The awkwardness of reawakening the relationship that had been between Lilith and Alyssa before Lilith had lost her memories, and Jack and Alyssa’s fresh break up, on top of balancing the many complications between Nicole and Lilith? It had been chaos, with a super weird energy between Alyssa and Nicole, Jack and Lilith, and also Randall and Alyssa. It would be nice to kind of clear the air FINALLY - while they had a second. “We rarely have time for stuff like this anymore. It was great initiative that you made that time.”

“Not to mention the new wolf we have in our midst,” Hamish added, nodding to Gabrielle.

She had recently come into the pack after a sixth wolf had been introduced to the pack that previously had no knowledge of its existence. Alpha, who’s host at the time had been a very radical magic user. A magic user that had been put to an end when she had approached Alyssa and attempted to manipulate her. Thankfully Alyssa had been well over being manipulated and with some help from Lilith and Nicole, actually found her own thoughts past the chaos of the thoughts of everyone around her that she had been paying attention to for far too long. Alpha had then almost immediately attached to Gabrielle and... here they were.

The weird energy between literally everyone and Gabrielle was satiated only slightly by the timid friendship between Randall and Gabrielle. A friendship that had been extremely problematic at first, considering the severe amount of gaslighting and manipulating Gabrielle had done to Jack during the memory wipe. Jack, who was now Randall’s boyfriend.

Yeah.

Even now she stood in the room, quiet and awkward for once. The wolves had given her a sort of opening. A chance to prove that she could be better than the really terrible person she had made herself out to be in the past. With the Knights she could be more than just a twisted Order minion destroying everyone in her path to the top. Now she could have a real friend group, without having to force or terrify them into being her friend. Maybe, if things went well, she could even have a family. Her yearning to be apart of something could be satiated. Such hope had kept her behaving, and she found that she preferred the soft smile and tentative trust to the sneers and biting remarks she had forced herself to get used to.

Even with everything between everyone in the room, it only took an hour before all of that past tension completely melted away. An hour sounds like a lot of time, but it didn’t feel like it was.

It had kicked off with a bang - a game of spin the bottle. This game was a bit edited, as so many of the people here were already in relationships and making people kiss would have made things only worse. This time, instead of kissing someone, they had to either give a compliment or crack a joke. If the compliment was insincere or the joke didn’t make the other person laugh, the person who spun the bottle had to go again - until they succeeded in making the person they got smile of laugh.

It had been really cheesy, but also incredibly fun. Once everyone got over their initial awkwardness or bitterness, even Lilith and Gabby were laughing and rolling their eyes affectionately.

Next had been a game of seven minutes in heaven, which had once again been edited to be platonic. This time people were put in the closet, but with no expectation of kissing. Just talking. The more you got someone to laugh or just engage in a conversation, the less time you had to be in the closet. If it turned into an argument you lost; for every nasty thing you did or said, you got time added to your clock instead.

Everything was going great until Gabby spun the bottle that meant she had to be stuck in the closet with Jack. Things seemed to turn for the worst as it got incredibly silent for a long time. They almost opened the door early, worried about all our war would break out. But they didn’t, on Y/n’s insistence, and after seven minutes Gabby and Jack came out in the exact same condition they had gone in. The only thing that had changed was they didn’t avoid each other or exchange withering glances. Whatever they’d talked about, it had seemed to do good rather than harm.

Next was cup pong. The teams were Jack, Lilith, Alyssa, and Hamish - and then Randall, Nicole, Gabby, and Y/n. Very quickly on Gabby and Y/n revealed themselves to be a dynamic duo. With Randall added to that the trio was practically unstoppable. Nicole was terrible at cup pong but she was pulled out of her shell by Randall and ended up having fun anyway. Hamish and Alyssa worked well together too, switching ideas and tactics and advice. It was because of them that their team won, and Randall and Hamish got into a whole exchange over it. Playful arguing turned to playful rough housing and then everyone was making bets and cracking jokes and everything else had been forgotten.

A game of tag broke out pretty naturally from Randall and Hamish’s rough housing. Everything was going great until Hamish tripped trying to turn a corner too fast and fell directly into Y/n, knocking both of them to the ground. They began laughing, turning and twisting and tangling together until they ended up rolling over, Y/n on top of Hamish.

“Okay,” Y/n managed around his giggles. His hands plants on Hamish’s chest as he pushed back to sit up. His legs planted on either side of Hamish’s waist and he ended up sitting directly in Hamish’s lap.

Hamish followed suit, propping himself up and chuckling brightly. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” Y/n dismissed. Their eyes met and they both slowed to a complete stop. Not only were they very close, their hearts were still racing and Y/n was straddling Hamish completely at the this point. His hands had moved to the blonde’s shoulders; Hamish’s eyes - bright blue and wide - found Y/n’s and stayed there.

Maybe it was the adrenaline from running, or the serotonin from laughing so much for so long, or the giddiness from being this intimate after being so silly and feeling so young before, but the usual hesitance and maturity from both men was nowhere to be seen. They were both suddenly like blushing school girls, lost in each other and the moment. Neither even considered pulling away and keeping it professional like they always did. Hamish was knocked breathless; Y/n’s face burnt brightly, shamelessly.

It took Lilith clearing her throat, leaning her shoulder against the doorway, arms crossed over her chest and a ginormous smirk on her face. “I believe that means Y/n is it?”

Y/n looked away to address her, missing the way Hamish’s face softened while admiring the man on top of him. “I think I’m a little tired. Definitely not as young as I used to be.” He slid off of Hamish and onto his feet, dustin himself and then clearing his throat. He offered a hand to Hamish, still on the ground, who took it. This time Hamish took an opportunity where it lay - he got on his feet, planting his heels, but didn’t let go of Y/n’s hand. Instead he pulled Y/n closer, their chests bumping together as Y/n lost his footing - not having expected to be tugged so much.

Once again they were close, but this time Y/n was looking up at Hamish - who was smirking.

Y/n swallowed, hard, and managed to pull away. He was blushing horribly and seemed a bit scatter brained for a moment. In his flurry, the others all exchanged pointed looks.

They had all officially joined Randall and Jack’s attempts to get the two together.

The next activity was a scavenger hunt. Alyssa had the genius idea not to make it anything specific though.

“Since we haven’t set anything up on purpose, it would make mor e sense to make a list of descriptive things. That way what you get depends on the person. Like, maybe an item could be listed as something far away, or something hidden - stuff like that. It could be interpreted differently, and the more people show up with more clever things - maybe that’ll get you more points!” They were all for the idea. After brainstorming ideas for the list as a group, they broke into teams.

Immediately, Jack and Randall were teamed up. Alyssa went with Gabrielle, Nicole and Lilith teaming up that way.

Which left Hamish and Y/n to work together.

They had an hour, which meant they wasted no time. The boys simply shared a look before taking off. Item one: something familiar.

They looked around for about five minutes before genius struck. Y/n took a picture of a woman with her cat. “A familiar,” he cooed to Hamish, his smirk wide. Hamish would have been lying if he said it wasn’t incredibly attractive.

Item two: something hidden. Hamish had the idea to open the entrance to the Order and take a picture of Y/n standing in it. They laughed about it too long and had to run hard to make up for lost time.

The hunt continued with item three, and then four and five and all the way until they reached item fifteen. The last item. Something desired. With very little time left, they ended back at the Den. Everyone else was finished and stood there, smirking, as Y/n and Hamish stood in the doorway.

“Something desired?” Y/n wondered.

“We got cake,” Randall offered as an example.

“Alyssa and I went shopping,” Gabby added with a grin.

Nicole chuckled a little. “I stole Alyssa’s high school sweater, and Lilith snagged one of my T-shirts as well. Pros to having two girlfriends.” She and Lilith fist bumped.

Y/n thought about that for a second. “Something you really want. Something you’ve been yearning for. Desire...” he was mumbling, trying to think of something he had been craving. Something he had really, really been dying to get his hands on.

Hamish didn’t have to think. They had seconds left, which meant that there was nothing they could go and get. Immediately around them there was only one thing Hamish truly desired. Even amongst all the things he wanted, it was the same thing which he had aches for the most. Either way, if he had to pull out something he had been itching for the most?

Well, Hamish did hate losing.

In a moment of part courage and part stupidity, Hamish pulled Y/n’s face, smashing their lips together. Y/n grunted in surprise but then melted after only a second or two. And they were suddenly kissing, and both of them knew that if it had been anything else it would not have been even a fraction of how much they’d both so desperately wanted this exact thing. This moment, together. Wanted each other. Wanted here. Now.

When they parted, Hamish’s eyes were shining and Y/n was grinning.

“And that’s time,” Jack announced, an accomplished smile lighting up his face.

Hamish shook his head. “If I’m going to go for what I really desire...” amusement twisted his lips upward. “Are you free this weekend, Y/n? And maybe every weekend? Or day? Hour? Minute even, if you’re feeling bold?”

Y/n shoved Hamish. “Oh my god that’s so corny!” Then he pulled Hamish into a kiss again, this time brief and sweet. “But yeah. For you I’m always free. No count down or treasure hunt needed.”

That night, they learned a new lesson about time.

It wasn’t about finding it, or waiting for it. It was about making it. Fight for it. Because if you waited, it would never happen. Things that were worth it always needed to be carved. You made time for people you wanted to spend time with.

Hamish and Y/n were more than willing to make time for each other from then on. They’d added a new item to the list, on their never ending scavenger hunt.

Item 16: something lasting.

Neither of them were about to stop looking for it anytime soon. No time limit for this one.

[knights-of-saint-christopher]

Saved Your Life! ~ Reader X Randall Carpio

2. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

14. “Just leave me alone!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Soooo. You’re a werewolf then?”

“Yup!” Randall replies.

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

“You know what else would be pretty cool?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

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

“Hmmm... I’d love to.”

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

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

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

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

Thanks Loves!

[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 :)

[number-0-iz]

Do you ever just

Look at Hamish Duke and go all like

BECAUSE I DO.

[its-an-obsession]

Hey ya’ll! I’m sure some of you have heard that The Order won’t be returning, I’m so disappointed! This show had so much potential, and not to mention the cliffhanger!!!!! but....... I will be continuing the third season for Taste Of Secrets. I love this show so much that I thought it would be fun! If you have suggestions or ideas, feel free to message me on here or on Wattpad!

[ninimackbrews]

Knights and Kisses

Warnings: very, Very, VERY light sexual themes

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

Hamish Duke: 

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

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

“Do it again.”

Lilith Bathory:

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

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

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

Randall Carpio:

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

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

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

Jack Morton: 

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

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

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

[murswrites]

Bite Me ⎯ Randall Carpio Blurb

Pairings: Randall Carpio x Knight!Reader Fandom: The Order MASTERLIST Warnings: Fluff, Randall being adorable SUMMARY: Randall never turns down a dare, even if he thinks he’ll lose. Request from anon: Could you do 3 from the humor prompts with Randall?

3. “Bite me.”

       “Bite me.” You raise both eyebrows at Randall over your laptop screen, barely paying him any attention.

      “What was that?”

       Randall sighed dramatically before he spoke, “I want you to bite me.”

       A snort left your nose before you could stop it as you closed your laptop and set it on the coffee table to truly get a good look at your strange boyfriend, “Is that like a kinky thing... or?” Randall nodded but you wanted to know more, “How are you so... casual about it?”

      “Just because I’m comfortable with my sexuality shouldn’t make you deflect my question! I’m serious, I want you to bite me.”

      “You sound sarcastic though.”

       A grumble-like sound left his chest as two familiar laughs met your ears, Lilith and Hamish stepped into the living room, cackling like witches. “I told you they wouldn’t go for it you idiots!”

       Lilith ‘glared’ at Randall, “The only idiot is you for even trying,”

      “Don’t knock it till you try it, Killith!”

      “Screw you,” Lilith spat out.

       You stood up and put your hands between the two, “Hey kids, knock it off. We don’t need another broken window to fix.”

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[dw-writes]

Its a Holiday Something - Knights of St. Christopher & GN!Reader

SO @whatafuckinnerd offered up a WONDERFUL suggestion of “Experiencing the winter holidays with the Knights for the first time (And Amir, if you choose to do this as some sort of list instead of a fic. Also if you just want to add Amir)”. I, personally, love it. It’s a lot of fun. And I hope that you guys will enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!!!

The Den a garish display of holiday spirit – tinsel framed every window, every door was covered in wrapping paper, lights were wrapped around every column and hung from every eave and rail and windowsill.

Jack had been going overboard ever since Amir had returned to the realm of the living – and proved to be a Knight, no less. It had been a mess: there was magic, Amir came back, Alpha’s hide returned to the locker, Midnight left Gabi, Alpha found Gabi, Midnight found Amir – it was a whole thing, honestly, and just remembering it all made your head spin in the same way that the ‘Exorcism of Lilith Bathory’ made your head spin.

The Den being a testament to Macy’s Christmas Department was just one of those things that Amir’s return had (kinda) caused. You took a deep breath and released it slowly as the lights started to flicker in a rhythmic beat.

“Okay, Randall!” you shouted, “That’s too much – you’re gonna give someone a seizure!” You squinted at the lights. “Me, you’re gonna give me a seizure,” you added.

The lights stilled, and Randall poked his head out of his window. “Sorry!”

Another window opened, and Hamish peeked out. “No blinking lights?”

“No blinking lights,” Randall called back.

You rolled your eyes. “I think the aliens out on Saturn know that the Den is here, you know,” you commented. You jogged up the front steps. “And the fae in the Other Realm, and ghosts, and, I dunno, China,” you muttered.

Amir was standing in the front room when you walked in, looking up at the tree you and the Knights had put up. “There’s faeries?” he whispered when you approached. You arched an eyebrow. He rubbed his chest. “Oh, this is gonna be wild.”

“It’s only been a few weeks, Amir,” you said, nudging his shoulder with a smile, “You’ll learn.” You tilted your head. “I’m still learning, and I’ve been a Knight for a year.”

“How’s Aster doing dealing with a pack?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Dealing. Has to, you know?”

A shoulder smacked against yours. You looked back, arching an eyebrow as Lilith stood next to you, looking up at the tree. She still sported the tattoo on her face, an indication of her trip into the realm of demons or into Hell or wherever she went. “I hate Christmas,” she mumbled darkly. She looked over at you. “Not because of all this. It’s my family,” she muttered.

“We’re your family,” you said. She tilted your head. “Where’s the rest of the knuckleheads? This is the only thing in the Den that isn’t lit up, so we might as well do it now before we get drunk.”

Lilith wrinkled her nose. “Gabi’s bringing more lights – she said we need to wrap up the banister and decorate the bar – and Hamish is upstairs looking for his eggnog recipe and—”

“And Randall!” said werewolf jumped over the last few stairs and threw open his arms, “is right here.”

You nodded and smiled. Then, pausing, you looked over at Amir. “Hey, do you even celebrate Christmas?” you asked.

He shook his head as he looked down at the phone Randall had handed him; the lights were hooked up to an app and allowed Amir to change the pace of the twinkling to slow but steady. “I don’t, no,” Amir answered. He shrugged. “But, I mean, it’s a pretty widely celebrated thing, so it’s hard to avoid.”

“What do you celebrate?” Hamish asked as he came down the stairs.

“Ehhh,” Amir drawled. You snorted. Kicking your foot up behind you, you smacked the man in the rear and ducked into the living room when he gave chase. Hamish stepped behind the bar with a light chuckle. “Not really? My parents both used to be strict Hindus but since they came over here, they haven’t really practiced and?” he shrugged again. “Eh. I don’t think we’ve really celebrated anything for years.

The door of the den burst open and bounced against the wall. Randall released a strangled cry and threw his hands up. You watched him as you blindly groped the bar for the eggnog Hamish had poured for you, only for him to take your hand and wrap it around a glass. “Really?” Randall asked, “I just fixed that wall.”

“You can fix it again,” Gabi stated. You watched her walk in, followed by Jack, whose arms were laden with bags and boxes. You took a deep drink and turned away from her. “Oh, you started decorating already.”

“Uh,” Randall lifted a hand, “Started?”

You heard Gabi’s shrug and the clatter of the boxes falling out of Jack’s arms. “Yeah,” she replied, “Started.”

Amir leaned on the bar behind you. “Is this normally how Christmas goes?” he softly asked.

Hamish snorted. You turned around to face the two, and lifted your glass when they did, clinking the bottom against theirs before taking another drink. “Not even close,” Hamish said as he stared into the glass. He looked up to watch Gabi step back and direct Jack and Randall in how to decorate. Lilith made a beeline to you three, and took the glass that Hamish held over your head. “We normally watch Elf, get drunk, and go running out in the woods,” he replied.

“No,” Lilith protested after downing half her glass, “Last year we watched A Christmas Story.”

“Oh,” Hamish scoffed, “I am so sorry.”

“Apology accepted.”

You wrinkled your nose as you caught Amir’s gaze. “We can totally find a better Christmas movie,” you said.

“Isn’t Die Hard a—”

“We are NOT watching that,” called Gabi.  You rolled your eyes and leaned on the bar, drinking as she rattled off a long list of movies that were far more appropriate for the season then Die Hard. Amir snickered.

You smiled. Holding out your glass to Amir, you cleared your throat. “Happy, uh….”

“You can say Christmas,” Amir said as he clinked his glass against yours again.

You tilted your head towards Hamish. “Happy family festivities?” he offered.

You pouted. Amir hummed. “Nah, that’s trying too hard.”

Hamish shrugged and finished his eggnog. “We’ll think of something.”

“No, guys, the lights go around the banister, not over it!” Gabi shouted. You, Lilith, and Amir shoved your now empty glasses at Hamish, who shoot his head with a grin.

[mystiphying]

Pulled To You

↳ CHAPTER THREE

PAIRING: Randall Carpio x June Sutton (OC) SUMMARY: In her first year at Belgrave University, June somehow goes from having a little crush on her RA to hiding in supply closets and sneaking around with him. And later finds herself a little in over her head, once a mysterious book leads her down a path she can't un-walk. CHAPTER THEMES: Tiny bit of sneaking around, Very soft foreplay, Implied smut CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1.2k

⇢  MASTERLIST

 June closed the door behind Randall for the second time that day and returned to sitting on the floor. As much as she had enjoyed his company that stupid book had been nagging at her thoughts. There was something about it that was like nothing she’d seen before. Or maybe felt before. This pull that wouldn’t leave her alone. She pulled the book from under her bed, and flipped through the pages once more. The once completely unintelligible script was now a little less confusing, but still incomprehensible. But there was something that urged her to follow it. Like some kind of dowsing rod. The thought made her feel uneasy but she still held the book out in front of her, seeing if it would lead her somewhere. The weight of the book suddenly felt a little lighter as it pulled her to the door, and her feet followed it as it drew her out. June let it take her further, out the dorm, down the stairs. Her feet bare, slapped on the stone pavement leading out of the campus and eventually met the warm earth of a forest path. Sticks and twigs poked at her feet, but wet leaves softened the blow. Her usual fears guided by self-preservation seemed to be dampened by whatever was compelling her to follow the book. How far or long she had walked was hazy, but the blur ended once she met the end of the trees and found a clearing around a large old house. Aged and unkempt, it somehow still seemed lived in. She looked around, eyes landing on a large gate dividing the house and an open road. June’s common sense was telling her loud and clear to get away from the building, to go home. The book pulled her closer, or at least tried to. But the mysterious book lost to safety precautions and the fear of having to use her whistle.

 The walk back to the school was confusing until she remembered she had her phone in her pocket and Google Maps, and from there it was a piece of cake. Despite the frighteningly loud howl and the anxiety she felt when the trees would rustle, she had made it back to her dorm in one piece, returning to a room she didn’t quite remember leaving in such a mess but tidied it up before heading to the showers. The dirt on her feet and elsewhere from her weird walk in the woods needed to be washed off and she needed to get into bed. By now it was probably daylight and she hadn’t slept all night. Her entire shower was spent confused by what had happened that night. The lingering thoughts followed her out of the steamy shower and down the hall, into bed. Her head hit the pillow, and despite her intense tiredness, she took one last glance at the book before she finally drifted to sleep.

 Waking up the next morning, June felt like she’d been dreaming all night, but the book was still there, and her towel was hanging on her chair, where she had left it after her shower. She tried to ignore it all and decided the best way to kick off the weekend was with a nice breakfast. She got dressed, pulling her jeans on, then a large jumper over her tee-shirt and she was out the door. A pep in her step, an excitement for pancakes and maybe a fruit smoothie. Her shoes met the pavement, instead of bare feet, and she walked to one of the campus cafés. The weather was fine and the air felt crisp. Music played through her earphones as she bounced down the path. June loved Saturdays, and especially when they started off right.  “Can I get some pancakes and… a…” June’s finger ran over the menu, trailing down the list of drinks.  “Banana and berry smoothie.” A voice said from behind, completing her thought. June looked over her shoulder to see him. She turned back to the cashier and made the order before saying anything to him.  “So I sneak up on you, you sneak up on me. Is this going to be our thing?” Randall smiled and she still couldn’t help herself from smiling back. “You know, you’re making this whole,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “sneaking around thing kind of hard.”  “Oh, in what way?” She couldn’t see it from where she was standing beside him but she knew he was grinning, well aware of the affect he had on her. She shook her head and crossed her arms.  “If you’re willing to sit with me through my lunchtime breakfast,” She looked over to him before finishing her sentence “we can maybe go somewhere after?” She suggested, giving him a smile he knew suggested something more as she nudged her shoulder into his.  “God, I’m making it hard?”  “That’s what she said.” June said, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

 Instead of their usual favourite spot of the supply closet in one of the science buildings, they opted for something a little closer to where they had just been. Although Randall shared his dorm with his roommate, his roommate took a weekend class for some reason. As much as he thought it was a weird choice, he wasn’t going to think about it much past the convenience it brought in that moment. They walked back to the dorms, making small talk and pretending to talk about an issue she was having with her room whenever someone passed them in the hall. But as soon as he closed the door to his, oddly minimalist, dorm room, she pounced on him, almost knocking him over in the process. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, her hands desperately trying to get his jumper over his head and the shirt beneath with it, his hands down her back, then attempting to peel off her clothes as well. Caught in layers, they pulled their own clothes off, not leaving much room for anything romantic and slow, instead driven by the desperation to be held and felt. His lips attached to her as she fell onto the bed, kissing her between the readjusting and preparation. And in the middle of it all he caught her eye and they stopped to breathe for a moment. Her hair spilled across his pillow and deep enchanting eyes stared back at him as he held himself above her. A hand moved to rest on his face and stroke his cheek. She smiled and pulled him back down into her, kissing him again. They rolled to their sides, suddenly preoccupied with each other’s lips and not tearing the rest of their clothes off. She pulled herself from his lips and kissed at his neck, sucking lightly here and there. He moaned quietly. Touch, scent, sight; consumed by the girl beside him. He brought her back to face him with a call of her name and kissed her again. June moved to sit on his hips. She bit her lip while smiling shyly, looking into his deep brown eyes, catching their glimmer and warmth. The way he looked at her was so full of affection, like he was looking at someone he adored. She did wonder what he thought of her, what she meant to him. They hadn’t really talked about it; about what they were. And as he rubbed circles on her wrist, she chose to push the thought aside. She ran her hands down his chest before shimmying herself down to pull at the waistband of his sweatpants. Randall shifted beneath her, quickly getting back to where they had been before. Muffled moans and a swaying bed frame, this is how they liked to spend their free time.

PROLOGUE  ⇢   CHAPTER 1  ⇢  CHAPTER 2  ⇢  CHAPTER 3  ⇢  CHAPTER 4

A/N: When I wrote the shy smile thing in that last bit... Why did Debby Ryan come to mind... Sorry if it made anyone reading cringe...

[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? 

***

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

- You okay, Hambone? – asked Randall. 

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

- Excuse you, I need that glass. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You should go talk to her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

- Beatrice? Are you here? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I knew you were the love of my life. 

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

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

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

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

- Your pack literally hates my guts.

- The Order is hunting werewolves down. 

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

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

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

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

- Are you my enemy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- What did you say?

- If you say so, Missus Duke. 

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

- Say it again. 

- What?

Beatrice shook her head quickly pecking his lips. 

- You know what. 

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

-  My future wife.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Matchmaker ~ R.C.

A/n: I wrote!!!!!! A REQUEST TOO!!!!!! I so hope you guys like this lol. I’m on mobile rn, but I’ll do the read more option later so it’s not such a honker on everyone’s page lol

Request: “...Randall carpio x male reader were the reader is taking his little sister trick or treating and Randall wants to come with because he likes him and the readers little sister keeps pushing her brother towards Randall because she’s ships it!!...”

Word Count: 3700+

MASTERLIST

Halloween had been a terrible holiday for Y/n before his sister was born. Y/n was kind of awkward and struggled to insert himself into situations that allowed him to make friends, so either he went trick or treating with his parents, or he went alone. And walking around a bunch of neighborhoods at night was bad enough without the costumes and the creepy decorations and the dick kids who sat in waiting to make idiots like Y/n pee himself with fright. He never did, but he’d have preferred that to walking around with his parents which was somehow so much worse and always got him teased relentlessly.

When Maddy was born, Y/n had been excited for her to finally grow up and be old enough to go trick or treating with him. Even before that though, no one gave him any crap when he walked around with his parents anymore, because his adorable baby sister came with, and how could they focus on him being a loser if her adorableness was there to distract them?

Y/n finally had a friend. An ally. And the second she could walk, she wanted to walk and talk around with him on Halloween by herself, no parents around. With his awkwardness and her general newness to the world, they became friends. As she got older they argued, and he went through his jerk phase toward the beginning of high school, but at the end of the day they always had each others’ backs when the other really needed it, and that was what mattered.

Things had gotten more difficult when he’d gone to college. He was far away and she was edging toward the end of her middle school years and toward high school, where he knew from experience everything would go wrong. She was even popular and only getting prettier, and in the end Y/n was still awkward and ended up alone more times than not...

But they still had Halloween.

When he had been moving only a few towns away, Maddy had been super excited. She and Y/n had made an agreement that they would see each other for every major Holiday at least, and if they couldn’t pull that off then they would always, ALWAYS see each other on Halloween and each other’s birthday. Last year Y/n had come home, but this year Maddy had begged to stay with him for a week. Y/n had picked her up for her to stay with him; at the end of the week his parents would come and get her.

They said it was for Halloween, but really the time spent together was really refreshing. Y/n lived on campus, and had gotten special permission to let his sister stay with him. While she was there, they both did virtual classes and spent most of the day hanging out.

Unfortunately, being in the dorm that much gave far too many opportunities for Maddy to meet Randall.

Randall Carpio was the chillest RA Y/n had ever heard of. He’d only ever had Randall, but the horror stories he’d heard had him nervous for college for a while. He didn’t drink or smoke or have sex or party for the most part - if at all really - but Randall had made it pretty clear that while he would try to let things slide as much as possible, he also would not hesitate to call someone out if they were really stupid. Mostly because he liked his job. And calling out idiots.

Since coming to school, Randall was really the only person that Y/n considered a friend. Randall had a group he hung out with that didn’t include Y/n, but the two often studied together and hung out in down time. Over time, Randall had begun to spend more and more time around Y/n, finding reason after reason to pop by and say hello and stay a while if he could pull it off.

These days, the reason was always Maddy.

They had been bonding, one extrovert to another, and Y/n was more than happy enough to sit back and watch his thirteen year old sister get along swimmingly with his crush.

Yeah, Y/n liked Randall - but I mean look at the man! Who wouldn’t? He was gorgeous. The kind of person whose smile put the sun to shame in brightness and whose laugh was so nice to hear that it made you smile too, your whole body warming from the center, outward. His touch was warm too, and always joking or gentle. He was never aggressive or mean. The worst he did was tease, and even when he did it was always genuinely funny. It was never those “oh I’m just joking” jokes that aren’t funny, someone just doesn’t want you to be angry with them.

Randall respected their differences and Y/n’s awkwardness and boundaries and the fact that sometimes he couldn’t hang out just because he’d peopled too much that day and needed to recharge on his own. They had cooked together and done homework together and somehow they were equally fun, whether it was a good fight or a day full of puns. Randall was special, and he had Y/n wrapped around his finger whether he knew it or not.

Maddy noticed it immediately. She had always been great at sensing and naming Y/n’s moods, and it hadn’t diminished even with all the time apart. Now, Randall called him a nickname or winked at him as a joke or touched him out of nowhere and there was a smirk on Maddy’s face that would widen more and more as Y/n began to melt into a little puddle at Randall’s feet.

She never said anything, but she didn’t have to. The way she said Randall’s name or asked if he was coming over or what he was up to or if they’d talked that day. The way she pushed the two boys together and would leave them alone at random times out of nowhere. She would even sometimes tease them out loud, calling them boyfriends and asking when they were going to kiss. Y/n almost strangled her each time, but Randall just seemed to laugh and brighten and Y/n would be distracted by that beautiful smile and Maddy’s smile would grow even more.

Things really got going when Halloween came around.

It was on a Saturday this year; the second to last day that Maddy would be in town. It had been nearly a full week of her teasing and Y/n losing his mind. However, he knew when Randall popped in during the morning to say hi and ask how everyone had slept and Maddy slipped in that they would be going trick or treating that night, that things were about to hit the fan. Randall cocked his head and asked about it and Maddy went off about their connection over Halloween, sparing no details of how big a loser Y/n had been his entire life. Y/n sunk into his chair, realizing too late why Maddy had brought this up when in the most innocent voice possible she sighed, “He’s never had a proper Halloween with kids his own age, but he’s always wanted to. Now I guess he’s too old.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s not, but he insists anyway that there’s no point in trying.”

“A betrayal toward yourself,” Randall scoffed jokingly. “I can’t believe you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go trick or treating! I’m your age, and we are SO not too old for that, especially if we can just say it’s because we’re taking your younger sister.”

Y/n wanted to die on spot. “I just…” he looked at Maddy and tried to hide a glare as she winked at him. She had backed him into a corner so skillfully that he was dizzied by it. She had always been able to astound him with her mastery over manipulation. Never bad, but always impossible to break from. “You want to join us tonight? She’s leaving soon anyway and I’m sure you guys would like to hang out as much as possible since you’re best friends now.”

Randall and Maddy looked at each other, smirking. “Oh you’re definitely my best friend,” Randall agreed. “Who else has my back as much as you?”

“That’s super sad coming from someone who’s like twenty-one when you’re talking to someone who’s thirteen.”

“Are we not best friends?” Randall touched his chest in mock offense.

Maddy laughed. “Fair enough. You’re mine too then. I expect letters or weekly calls.” Her eyes light up. “Maybe you could join Y/n’s! Then I can see my two favorite college kids in one go.”

“I’d love that!” Randall gushed, and Y/n could only smile and nod. Randall pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against then. “Well, I love all of this but before we can absolutely party tonight I so very unfortunately have responsibilities. See you two later?”

Y/n waved as Randall began to slip out the door. “See you.” Randall disappeared and Y/n looked at Maddy with narrowed eyes. “Why do you do me like this?”

Maddy scoffed. “I’m setting you two up, you should be praising me on your knees. It’s not easy and you’re both idiots.”

“He doesn’t even like me back,” Y/n immediately groaned. “You’re just making me look stupid.”

When he saw the look on Maddy’s face, he thought for a split second that she was going to slap him. Not in an angry way but in the way you would to wake someone up. She didn’t though - all she said was, “you’re… joking, right?”

“No?” Y/n offered in return, vice full of awkward hesitation.

Maddy shook her head, smiling to herself. “The worst idiot of them all.” And then she walked away and Y/n looked at the time on instinct and realized he had to get to class; he didn’t have time for an argument. So they both pulled out their computers and put headphones in as they began to start school.

The rest of the day passed normally until school ended. Then Maddy rushed to the bathroom to shower and change into her costume. She was going as Little Red Riding Hood. Y/n was going as the wolf. They had always matched like this, trying to negotiate between the entertainment of laughing and the fact that dressing up on Halloween could seriously dampen Y/n’s already struggling attempts to be cool on any level. Maddy had insisted that this year Y/n dressed up as a wolf man, so he was basically a werewolf. She had done his makeup and she was really great at it, so he looked both super dope and also kind of hot.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You have never in your life tried to make me look attractive with makeup.”

Maddy grinned. “You should always doll up a little for a date.”

“It’s not a-“ but before he could finish she ran off to grab her cape. He shook his head, chuckling to himself. As she was finishing up her own costume the doorbell rang and Y/n moved to open it, not surprised to see Randall. He wasn’t dressed up, and his eyes widened when he saw Y/n. It made Y/n flinch. “Yeah I know it’s kind of lame, but Maddy and I always match. You’re running with the dork squad tonight.”

Randall laughed. “I can see why you didn’t have many friends in high school.” He moved closer, and Y/n’s heart stopped in his chest. “People in high school are stupid and miss the fact that dorks are adorable and some of the best kinds of people. I think it’s awesome that you match costumes with your sister.”

Y/n blushed. “Thanks.”

There was a quiet moment where Randall’s eyes scanned Y/n’s face, and his expression changed. Softened, sort of, with a hint of something else that Y/n couldn’t place. It made his body go hot and suddenly he was very aware of the exact amount of space between them. “You okay?” His voice was strangled and he cleared his throat, stepping away from Randall and hoping that either he wasn’t blushing (unlikely) or that his makeup covered it (hopeful at best). “You seem a little out of it.”

Randall didn’t flinch or change at all. He just smiled, the curve of his lips borderlining on a smirk. “I’m definitely in it, don’t worry.” There was something behind those words that Y/n got the feeling he was supposed to pick up, but missed completely. There was an awkward pause and then Maddy entered the room like magic. He realized then she’d probably been waiting again, leaving them alone on purpose. Had he missed something then? A hint? She always told him that he was missing hints and ruining moments with his awkwardness and obliviousness.

Maddy stifled both in one go by twirling, showing off the costume she’d been making all year. She had made Y/n’s too, loving the chance to practice since she wanted to be a designer and make clothes one day. That was how matching costumes had started, and it had become a tradition. Over the years she had gotten incredibly talented, especially for someone who wasn’t even in high school yet.

“What do you think?” She demanded, taking a stance that made her look absolutely adorable. “You look great,” Y/n praised. “You get better every year Mads, it’s amazing.”

Randall’s eyes shot wide. “You MADE these?”

That made Maddy blush. “Yeah. I, uh-“ she fiddled with her cape. This is the only time she was ever really shy. Her clothes making meant a lot to her and the idea that someone she cared about could tell her it sucked… it would break her. Y/n was immediately on guard. Protective.

“It really is amazing, I couldn’t even tell.” His awe was genuine, and his sincere praise made Maddy’s eyes go wide and soft. Y/n could practically see her heart swelling in size as well.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Maybe next year we can all match, I would do anything for a Maddie original, if you would be willing.”

“Very willing,” Maddy proudly stated, getting her confidence back. “I would be more than stoked to see you next year too.”

“I have to say I’d feel the same,” Randall echoed.

The way he’d handled that, and the thought of them still being in each others’ lives… it had feelings swelling in Y/n’s chest that felt strong and pushy. That whispered and pushed and prodded and begged to kiss Randall, or hold his hand, or ask him on a date. To keep him around, as close as possible for as long as possible. Seeing them get along did a lot of things to Y/n, all of them good.

Y/n tried to distract himself from the way his heart was racing. “Too bad we didn’t do this sooner, we could have whipped something up for you. You could have been the grandma. Or the hunter. Kill the werewolf, save the girl.”

Randall smirked, and there was a sense of amusement as he said, “You’d be a better hunter.” Y/n didn’t get the joke, and neither did Maddy from her brief confusion, but he changed the subject before he could be questioned. “We can stop by my room and I can get a flannel. Then maybe we can go see if one of my friends has a fake bow and arrow or something.”

Maddy raised an impressed eyebrow. “You’re good at last minute costuming huh?”

Randall winked, and there was that feeling like they were missing something again. “You have no idea how often I have to change.” He snorted and then turned and Maddy and Y/n looked at each other before shrugging and following after him.

He did end up pulling together a nice outfit that passed well as a hunter, especially after Maddy did some makeup on him to give him a fake wound or two and make his face and hands look like they were dirty. When she was done with him he looked like a hunter straight out of a movie or story book. A really… hot hunter.

Y/n ended up being the first off, leading as Randall and Maddy chatted behind him. It was kind of funny, the hunter and red hiding talking and laughing and joking as the awkward wolf sulked ahead of them. Fitting for the story in a way that made Y/n laugh to think about. Where Maddy was a costume designer, Y/n had always been somewhat of a writer. Perhaps more of a director. He could see scenes in his head. The coloring and the way people moved and the way lines were said. He most often kept those as friends and entertainment instead of real people. It hadn’t helped his lack of actual relationships, that was for sure.

Eventually Maddy called out to Y/n, “What are you laughing about over there?” Y/n fell back so they could catch up, and he began to go off to his sister about the scene he’d been seeing and what had inspired it. He only remembered Randall as he got super into his nerdiest detail obsessions and Maddy laughed at him, shaking her head in amusement. He blushed. “Sorry.”

Randall only scoffed in return. “Please as if you ever have to be sorry for talking about something you’re passionate about. You’ve never talked about this with me before, it’s really cool to hear. Talk all you want.”

That made Y/n blush more, his mind scattering and his heart racing again. Before he could make sense of the jumble in his head he felt Maddy’s shoulder ram into his back. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to set him off balance - just so he tilted a little away from her, taking a step toward Randall and making their shoulders bump. He glared at Maddy but she just looked around like she hadn’t done anything. Perhaps she’d tripped too…

Y/n kept talking about different scenes he’d pictures, which eventually led to a full blown conversation about all the different movie and tv show scenes he would have done differently. Randall was entranced, nodding along and listening intently as Maddy went from house to house to get her candy. Between every house, she would bump into Y/n as he began to put space between him and Randall, and he would be forced to take a step closer or fall into Randall completely, almost making both of them fall. It was becoming more and more obvious that she was doing it on purpose, but no matter how many times he called her out she just blinked large, innocent looking eyes and swore he would have never in a million years.

Randall eventually got very good at catching Y/n.

Finally, he stopped catching and just put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping them close. That seemed to satisfy Maddy… and drive Y/n absolutely insane. They keep the conversation going but Y/n struggled to think straight.

How can he, with a boy like that inches away from him?

When Maddy finally gets tired and is satisfied with her candy haul, the boys make a pit stop at Walmart to buy some candy for themselves as well and the three of them park in Y/n’s living room to watch Halloween movies as they check, exchange, and then begin to eat their candy. Maddy eats until she begins to be sick, saving the rest to ration later. Y/n rations his candy first and eats only one part, not getting sick and having room for actual food. Randall just eats all of his candy and then gives Y/n pouty eyes to steal some of his.

By the end of the night, far past Maddy’s bed time, things have finally calmed down. Maddy and Randall had their sugar crashes and Maddy is curled up on the floor, head resting on Y/n’s thigh. Randall is half asleep but still mumbling about this or that as they watch “Hocus Pocus”. His voice gets softer and softer until he fades out completely, his head falling on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n doesn’t know when he wakes up, but he knows that Maddy’s head is missing from his leg. He realizes why a second later when he hears the snap of a camera and opens his eyes to see Randall crept closer during the night, tangling around Y/n, whose head rests on top of Randall’s dark curls. They’re holding onto each other, and Maddy - behind her phone, camera pointed at the boys - is grinning widely.

“Maddy,” Y/n groans, his voice croaking from still being sleepy.

Randall sighs. “Not the name I was hoping I’d hear first thing in the morning. Especially if you’re going to tease me with the morning voice and everything.”

Y/n blushes, and he thinks it is distinctly too early in the morning for this nonsense. “Tease you how?” He tries to play it off, brush it away. Joke.

Randall doesn’t let him joke. “Oh as if you aren’t the single most fu-“

“MADDY IS MY LITTLE SISTER PLEASE GOD,” Y/n interrupts in a panic, and Randall freezes as he opens his eyes, blinking as he wakes up enough to have some modicum of a censor. Maddy loses her mind laughing.

Randall winces as it sinks in what just happened. “My bad.”

Maddy finally groans, giving up. “Okay I leave for home TODAY and you’re not going to have a matchmaker anymore. Stop this nonsense and kiss or so help me God I’m calling mom.”

Her words have no weight, but Randall accepts the excuse to kiss Y/n anyway, grabbing the other boy’s face and bringing their lips together. It’s the slightest bit bitter as neither of them have brushed their teeth, but neither of them care. They get lost in the tension that had been building up for months finally releasing.

Y/n liked Randall.

Randall liked him back.

When they finally part, both boys look dazed. “You free for dinner today?” Y/n asks softly, swallowing hard.

“Very, very free,” Randall responds immediately.

Maddy collapses onto the ground. “FINALLY!” There’s a pause and then all three of them are laughing. And for that moment, Y/n decides, everything else was worth it.

[knights-of-saint-christopher]

Sleepy Mistakes ~ Reader x Hamish Duke

“You said my name in your sleep”

Walking through the doors of the den, you sigh watching as your friends shuffle in behind you. Dark magic had been used a lot lately, making the five of you quite busy. Standing by the front door you all stand there covered in dirt, tired from your day of hunting evil magic. Jack is the first to speak. His soft voice filling your ears.

“Well... that was exhausting. I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm... maybe sleep for the next three days. Wake me if anything interesting happens.” You watch Lilith role her eyes at Jacks words.

“Ugh. Wait for me... all I want right now is my bed!” Randall murmured following Jack out the front door. Lilith moves up the stairs located in the front foyer.

“I’m going to sleep... wake me you die!” She yells disappearing into a room. You look up at Hamish, blushing slightly. He sends you a soft smile before speaking up.

“You should probably get some rest Y/N. you look just about ready to pass out.”

“Yeah... that’s cause I am.” You make your way to the living room flopping down on the sofa. You close your eyes momentarily, opening them again to see Hamish watching you from the door. “What?” You laugh watching as Hamish smirks at you.

“Don’t worry about it.” You roll your eyes before sitting up.

“Hey Hamish? Try to get some rest too yeah?” He nods softly.

“I’ll try.” With that he heads up the stairs, probably to go to sleep...

You fall into a restless sleep. Ever since you began fighting dark magic you were constantly worried about the wellbeing of your friends. You knew the dangers that came with being a werewolf, you just weren’t ready to lose anyone. Nightmares filled your head. Flashes of Hamish laying in front of you, torn up, bloody. It’s always Hamish. Every night images of the boy getting killed haunted you. You never could figure out why. Every since you first joined the knights you have been drawn to Hamish. You fell in love with his puppy dog eyes, his smartass smirk and his dry humour. You were afraid of losing him the most.

You were awoken by a soft voice. Opening your eyes quickly you sit up. Hamish sat beside you a worried look flashed across his face.

“Nightmare?” He asks. You nod slowly, happy to know you were just dreaming. “Do you want to talk about it?” Hamish asked grabbing a hold of your hand. You shake your head in reply. You both sit there in silence, your hand still clasped tightly in his. “You know... You said my name in your sleep.” Hamish murmurs causing you to blush hard.

“Sorry.” You whisper.

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“You died... in my dream. It just got me thinking... what would I do without you?” You feel Hamish move closer. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“You’ll never have to know. I promise you Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.” You smile up at him, before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Good.” You whisper. Hamish stands up grabbing your hand. “Haaammish? Where are we going?” You whine causing the other boy to laugh.

“Don’t worry, we can sleep more upstairs.” Hamish drags you upstairs. You both climb onto a queen sized bed in a small dark room. You snuggle closer to Hamish’s side breathing in his scent.

“Night Y/N.”

“Night Hamish.” You whisper to each other before falling asleep in Hamish’s arms...

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Oof. I’m sorry this sucks sooo bad. I started school again last week and I’ve been catching up on homework. Updates will be slower for the next week or two, but after the will be more frequent. A special thank you to @mcrphys-law for the prompt. If you have any requests please feel free to send them in! Thanks for reading :)

[crimsonwolfie]

“I Can’t Lose You” — Hamish Duke x Reader (The Order)

Hi! So this is my first ever completed fanfic i have ever written so please give me feedback and if you want me to write more! This is a “The Order” fanfic because i’ve recently become obsessed with this show and in specific, Hamish Duke. Darn he’s so cute! Also there needs to be more fanfics for this fandom so i thought i’d try! Hope you guys like it!!! Sorry this one is a bit of a sad one, but sometimes sad ones are THE ones you know?

Warnings: character death, guilt, just overall sadness tbh. Don’t read if you’re in a good fluffy mood lmao

Word count: 3,500

Pairing: Hamish Duke x Reader (also slightly Knights x Reader)

Masterlist

Edward (or should i say, grand Magus)’s plan for world domination was going too smoothly, and everyone was worried. The Knights of St Christopher and Alyssa knew they had to do something, even if it meant death. Even though you were only human, not a knight nor a member of The Order, you still wouldn’t let anything happen to your friends. Especially Hamish - he’s different. You have a soft spot for him, an unrequited love even...never mind if he’s a little older than you.

You walk into the knights’ house to see Vera pottering around the room, searching through books and handling strange objects in her hands.

“The hell is she doing here?!” Lilith screams, eyes changing with rage.

“It’s okay, she’s here to help” Alyssa replies, shrugging Randall’s hands off of her shoulders

“...fuck that WHY ARE YOU HERE DAMNIT?! Lilith practically roars after hearing and seeing Alyssa’s presence. Yeah her memories came back, but so did emotions linked to them.

“Lilith please, you have to calm down.” Alyssa reaches her hands out in an attempt to comfort Lilith, only to realise it made things way worse. You stand there unable to trigger what is even happening...heck you even felt betrayed when you found out Alyssa wiped Lilith’s memories of the order...now she feels like someone you used to know. You look down and notice Lilith’s claws start to come out and quickly you run over to stop “Kilith” making an appearance.

“Lilith i’m so glad you’re okay, what happened??” You ask, hugging your friend who surprisingly returns the hug.

“Thank YOU for noticing i’m alive. SEE I CAN SAVE MYSELF, THANKS FOR YOUR HELP GUYS!” She shouts, knowing the boys can clearly hear her.

“They’re just dumb, stupid idiots who messed with the wrong Knight, that’s all.” She smirks

“Well i’m glad you’re okay. We had a plan, you know” I say, gently squeezing her shoulder

“Why wouldn’t you. You can’t survive without me” she laughs, although she’s got a point.

Alyssa looks over to us, hovers her gaze and then looks away. Even though i can’t read her mind, i still see how she looks at me and Lilith and remembers painful memories of how they used to be this close. I just don’t understand why she doesn’t listen to us when we all say that The Order is bad for her, it’s just going to destroy her humanity. Even Jack agrees.

Randall, Jack and Hamish run over slightly shocked to see Lilith standing in the doorway. See here’s the thing, when i see Randall, i get happy. But in a comfortable way, like a sibling like love. When i see Jack, i just get annoyed and aggravated since he’s always up to no good...but when i see Hamish, it’s like the world is in slow motion. Nothing else matters until you see his face, or know he’s okay. He’s like your safe house, your anchor that brings you back to comfort and reality.

“Oh my god Lilith you’re here! How are you? Are you hurt? What the fuck are you wearing?” Randall blabs on, checking Lilith everywhere for marks or enchanted knife stabs

‘Okay since when has Randall shown so much care towards Lilith?’ You think...seems a bit forced in your opinion but oh well.

“Lilith! Urm...we kidnapped a child for you” Hamish stutters, happy to see Lilith but also confused about what is happening right now

“I’ve been kidnapped?!” a small child pipes up from the corner chair, eyes wide open and comic book stretched over his chest

“Oh for god’s sake” Vera huffs whilst flicking her finger towards the small child, instantly knocking him unconscious

“You what?” Lilith chokes, slapping Randall’s hands away from her face “why would you do that? Wait...he thinks his son is his only son right? So when he gets the child back he’ll still lose at his plan?”

“Exactly. Wait we’re letting an innocent child get killed? Isn’t there some fool-proof plan to make sure no one gets killed?!” You remark, earning a few sorrowful glances at your humanity

“There isn’t another way. It’s the only plan we have i’m afraid” Hamish replies, stepping towards you.

Alyssa and Jack look towards each other in synchronisation, as if they have a plan.

“Okay i think i have an idea, but Alyssa i’ll need your help” Jack says, nodding his head hopefully. “Whatever happens, make sure no one gets hurt”

After Jack and Alyssa leave, you step to the side and begin thinking of ways that you can not only save thousands of innocent lives, but also help save those you hold closest - Hamish, Lilith, Randall and Jack. If Edward wants to sacrifice his own son, then what if...

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You turn around to see Hamish behind you, looking down at you with eyes of concern and care. His hand is on your shoulder, rubbing small circles with his thumb

“Nothing, just worried that’s all” you reply, hoping he doesn’t see through your act. You know he wouldn’t approve of your thoughts, so you keep them to yourself.

“It’s going to be okay, he doesn’t know Jack is his first born and without him, he’s failed. We’re gonna be okay.” He pulls you into his chest, instantly calming your nerves. It feels like forever when he hugs you, and how you wish you could freeze time in that moment as you lean into his warm touch and burry your face into his chest, his grip tightening on your upper and lower back for support. You can hear his heart beating, making you smile into his chest.

“You know, you really are a special human being” he hums as he gently strokes your head with his thumb “not just because you have a heart of gold, but because you manage to light a room up even if tragedy occurs”

You can’t help but coo at his words, smiling a smile so big into his chest. You look up to see that adorable little smirk he does, with his hair hanging down and his eyes fixated into yours.

“Awhh, Hamish. Thank you” your cheeks blush as he chuckles, before he lets go of you. Moments like this are your favourite, always.

You look over to see Vera staring outside the window, a panicked look on her face. You’ve never known The Order as you’re not a member, but you’ve heard plenty enough from Hamish and the others to know they’re no good. And that goes for Vera - she only helps if she gets something out of it. None of them have any genuine good in their hearts unless it involved selfishness.

“Okay we’ve got a problem, you have visitors” she turns around, announcing like some high monarchy jester...you can’t help but roll your eyes at her.

“What do you mean? Who’s coming?” Randall asks

“It’s the Order, they’re here for the child” Vera replies

“Well they aren’t getting him. We have to stop them” Lilith cries, actual seriousness in her voice...’damn i’m so proud of her’ you think as you remember how she felt no remorse in killing before.

“She’s right. C’mon” Hamish agrees. As Randall and Lilith go out and their hides come out, Hamish pulls you to the side.

“Y/N, you have to stay in here. It’s too dangerous and i don’t want to lose you okay? We need you here” he looks restless and panicked, a look you haven’t seen on his face so genuine before.

“I’ll be right here, it’s fine. Go!” You reply, kissing him on the cheek as a way to say ‘i’m not losing you either, idiot’. He leans into your kiss, holding his cheek with a smile after and then steps out of the door.

Vera seems to be the only one left inside, so you ponder over to her in an attempt to begin a conversation with her. ‘Maybe she isn’t as bad as the others?’ you think.

“Hey, Vera?” You ask hesitantly

“Urm...yes? Y/N isn’t it?” She replies whilst looking into her book of potions and concoctions

“Yeah, i was just wondering about a spell that could shape shift you into something...or someone else...is there one?” You ask, weary of trusting her

“Of course there’s such spell, it’s like the basics of magic” she replies “why?”

“I was just wondering. I mean, i don’t think this whole plan will work and...”

“You want to help.” She finishes your sentence

“...yeah. I know i’m no knight or member of The Order but i still want to help.” You stutter, playing with your fingers, twirling them around each other

“I see. So you want to shapeshift into someone else?” She replies, turning towards me in curiosity

“I guess...” you begin as you trail on about your plan in order to save everyone and especially, to save Hamish.

Time goes by and you receive a call from Jack

“Jack what’s wrong?” You ask as you hear Jack’s heavy breathing on the other end of the line

“It’s Alyssa, Edward’s got her. He’s got her and won’t give her back until he gets his son back...” he’s running it seems, panic set in his tone and regret “It’s all my fault, it’s my fucking fault. An innocent person is going to die either way because of me now. It’s Alyssa or his second child” he chokes up, clearly about to break down

“Jack, hey, Jack listen to me...it’s NOT your fault, you tried to save everyone and it doesn’t work that way, much like magic - There’s always a price to pay.” You look up to Vera, who sympathetically smiles at you with a sad smile

“Just get back here and we’ll figure something out okay? We’ll get her back, Jack. I promise” you softly say, hearing Jack calm down and agree. You hang up and linger for a second on your home screen - a picture of you and your friends. Hamish is sitting next to you with his arm around you tightly and his other arm holding a cocktail. He’s staring down at you laughing. Randall is on the other side of you, laughing with his head up as if he was mid throwing his head back in laughter. He’s holding one of your hands whilst his other arm is near Lilith. You’re leaning into Hamish’s chest, giggling and looking down with a blushed cheeks, whilst Lilith is sitting next to Randall but not touching anyone (no surprise there) and looking down at Jack laughing. Jack is in front of you all, making a silly face and lying on his side, with one leg up in the air and arm tucked under his head. You’ve all got smiles on your faces and look like a proper family, which is exactly how you see them all.

Vera sees you staring down at your phone, aware that you’re doing something she has never seen anyone willing to do before “You don’t have to do this, there must be another way” She pleas, but you both know no other way is guaranteed to fail Edward of his task. “It’s not too late. Think of what you’re losing”

“Vera i know, but i’m thinking of what i’m earning for those i love” i reply, tears welling in my eyes. Vera understands my position and agrees to help me.

An hour later

“Where’s Y/N? She should be here! She said she would keep safe” Hamish runs up and down the house looking for you, unaware of what’s to come. He’s beginning to get restless and worried more than ever now

“It’s okay, she said she went to get supplies for me. She’ll be back” Vera lies

“We don’t have anymore time. Edward will need a sacrifice by 12, which means we have 20 minutes. And if we don’t give him a sacrifice he’ll kill Alyssa” Jack cries

“I need to give him someone. Guys scrap the plan, i need to go. I have to. I’d never forgive myself if Alyssa dies. Not because of me” Jack screams, anger venting inside him. Randall approaches and tries to calm Jack down before things get messy or before something he regrets happens.

“I need to know Y/N is safe, i couldn’t live if she got hurt” Hamish joined in, gaining looks towards him in surprise but also...guilt...from Vera.

Hamish notices Vera’s guilty look and instantly begins changing into Tundra through anger built inside of him but also...fear.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” He practically growls at Vera, who holds her hands up to defend herself (as if that’s gonna stop a werewolf pftt). Vera begins to back away in fear of getting eaten alive, but Randall and Jack start to hold Hamish back, as his hide begins to hide again even as he fights against Jack and Randall’s grips

“It was her idea. She’s gone to stop Edward” Vera replies, eyes wide and hands ready to cast a spell as blood seeps from her palm.

“NO we need to stop her” Hamish cries as he breaks free from the boys’ arms and runs out the door, with the others following.

—

Jack enters the temple to see Edward preparing for his final task - the sacrifice. Alyssa is standing to the side, hands behind her back. She’s been enchanted from performing any spells, as Edward clearly saw he couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Upon Jack’s entrance, Alyssa runs up to him and hugs him, suddenly realisation sets into her glare.

“Jack what are you doing here, you can’t be here he’ll kill you!” She whispers, gripping onto his arm.

“It’s okay, at least you and everyone else will be safe” he replies, rubbing her hand on his arm

“Jack, i don’t see my child...you do know what a trade means don’t you?” Edward mocks, standing straight and tall in an attempt to threaten Jack.

“Grand Magus, you need your first born for the spell to work. Correct? Therefore, i’m here.” He stands tall and strong, stepping in front of Alyssa in a way to protect her. Edward looks around sheepishly, confused at what is happening. He takes a step forward and demands Alyssa tells him the truth. “Is this true, Alyssa? Don’t lie to me. I will know.” He booms, face inches away from Alyssa’s.

Alyssa hesitates before Edward threatens to come closer “okay it’s true. Yes, Grand Magus. He’s your son” she cries, tears threatening to spill as her words came out.

“Very well. Honourable of you, Jack. I must admit. However, that is not a quality you pursue from me.” Edward mocks, as he drags Jack towards the table where the book is. Jack climbs onto the table, as Edward starts summoning words and phrases, eventually producing a knife. Magus takes out the knife from the book

“NO!” Alyssa cries out, tears streaming and hands trembling. Edward ignores her screams and raises the knife in the air, thickening the suspense. Footsteps can be heard from behind the temple doors, lots of them. They sound as if they are quickening towards the door. Jack’s face drops a single tear as Edward releases his arms from the air and stabs him in the chest with the knife. As soon as the knife has been released, the doors burst open and Jack appears. Edward double takes towards Jack, who is standing by the door with Hamish, Vera, Randall and Lilith. He then looks towards his “son” in front of him, only to see him fade into Y/N. Alyssa screams as she falls to her knees. Edward’s timer chimes, as he roars in pain and anger at his failure

“NO. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT” he screams at Y/N’s motionless body on the table. As he stares into the eyes of those before him, he directs his words at Jack

“See you in hell, son.” before he demises away. Hamish and the others run towards Y/N on the table, blood seeping out from her mouth and stab wound. Tears are shed from each person in the room, even Vera. Hamish holds you in his arms, praying that there is a way Y/N can be saved. “You promised me you’d keep safe. You promised me you wouldn’t get hurt” he chokes as tears pour from his bloodshot eyes.

“I...i’m sorry” you stutter, blood quickly spilling as you speak. “I need-“ you’re struggling to speak without choking on your own blood. “I needed to...to make sure you were...were safe” you cough up a pile of blood, as Hamish holds you tighter.

“We need you, i need you” he loudly wails as everyone surrounds you

“I love you, Hamish Duke” you manage to say before coughing even more and gasping for a breath

“Y/N why did you do this” Jack asks as guilt and fear cloud his voice. He grabs your hand and wipes your hair out of your face. His face is completely wet with tears, as well as everyone else’s.

“It’s the only way, to know you’d all be safe” you reply, your voice breaking with tears “and it worked” you half heartedly chuckled

“There’s got to be a way we can save her” Lilith cries out, looking towards Vera and Alyssa. They hang their heads low as their tears drop to the floor. There wasn’t a way, and you knew that. That’s why Vera warned you, but you knew the price you had to pay.

“What...what about a hide? What if that will heal her?” Randall pleads, looking up to his fellow Knights, to which they shake their head. A hide wouldn’t want a dying host.

“I love you so much and I didn’t get to tell you how i felt, Y/N. You’re the one person who makes me smile like never before and we never got the chance to go on dates” Hamish is rocking from side to side holding you in his arms, you look up to him and faintly smile at his confession

“It’s okay” you reply, bringing a bloody hand up to his face as you stroke his cheek with the last of your energy. He cups your hand with his hands, wet with his tears and your blood. His face has lost colour from watching the love of his life dying in his arms

“No it’s not okay. You can’t leave me, i can’t lose you. Y/N don’t close your eyes, don’t you dare close your eyes” he screams as his body shakes violently from shock and tragedy.

“Hamish, i’m alw-“ you’re interrupted from a violent coughing fit, as your face loses colour even quicker. “-always with you” you carry on “i have always loved you, and will till my last breath” you whisper as tears fall towards your pale, cold cheeks. Lilith and Randall are holding each other as Lilith is trying to stop your bleeding. It’s not working though. Hamish leans down and kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment as if he is treasuring this moment for an eternity to come.

“I’m thankful for you all” you begin, slightly lifting your head to see your family around you “you’re all my family, and i love you all so much” as you’re addressing them all, they whimper in pain and grab your hands, squeezing them tightly. Randall kisses your cheek and puts his forehead on yours, leaving a final kiss on your forehead. Lilith grips your hand tighter than ever before, thinking of your friendship and how she sees you as a sister, and to see her sister dying in front of her is something that will always haunt her. Hamish doesn’t want this to be real...he planned how he would tell you he loved you, where he would take you for your first date, the places you two would travel for road trips, the pets you two would get together, where he would propose to you...now he can’t. He never planned on telling you he loved you on your death bed, it’s destroying him.

“Thank you for everything, my family” you mutter faintly as your energy is leaving you. As you see the faces around you, you see what you always imagined you’d see before you die - your family surrounding you. That’s how you wanted it. With that, you smile one last time at Hamish, stroke his cheek with your thumb, then everything goes black and your body becomes numb. Your hand falls to the floor, and the Knights howl into the air with grief, pain and anger. They knew the Order was to blame for your death, and they would not let your death be in vain. You’d always be remembered in their pack, and with every moment they lived, they’d take a moment to think of you, and think of their love for you. How you saved people you didn’t know, and how you did it for them. Hamish never stopped thinking about you, even years after your death. He was different after that, they all were.

Hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you want me to do more and who you want me to write about :) love always 🖤

[number-0-iz]

THEY'VE ACTUALLY BEEN PART OF THE ORDER SINCE IT ALL BEGAN?

[its-an-obsession]

Could you do something where Randall is trying to get his girlfriend to remember him after she was dusted?

Love of my life

The Order Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Randall Carpio x-reader

Third person view:

“She doesn’t even remember what happened,” Randall said, standing in front of The Knights. “I think a lot of people don’t remember what happened,” Lilith mumbled as she poured a drink. “Hey, easy on the liqueur,” Hamish said, taking the glass from the girl. She rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch. 

“Look,” Lilith sighed, “Y/N is -or was- my best friend. I know how her mind works, she’ll remember. It’ll just take some time.” 

“I don’t have time!” Randall exclaimed, he stole the glass from the girl and took a swig of the beverage. Lilith glared at him and took the glass back. She got up from the couch and poured another drink. 

“She has a good memory,” Lilith added, “We could just give her her memories back.”

“but that would be disrespecting The Order’s rules,” Hamish said, sitting on the stool. “You are so hot for teacher?” Randall retorted. The Knights leader scoffed, setting his glass down. “How about this,” Randall offered, “What if I just became better friends with her and slowly make her like me.” 

“How would that work?” Jack asked. “I don’t fucking know!” Randall yelled, “The Order took someone that I care about, they took something from all of us!” Hamish, Lilith, and Jack exchanged a worried glance. 

“I don’t know Randall,” Ham-dog said, “We’re finally apart of The Order, we could use this as our advantage. Do you really want to jeopardize that?” 

“I can’t believe you guys...” Randall trailed, “We’re The Knights of Saint Christopher, we’re supposed to be defeating bad magic not being apart of it.” Randall stood up from the couch and grabbed his backpack. “Where are you going?” Hamish and Jack asked. 

“Going for a walk,” Randall answered, “Don’t worry I won’t cause any trouble.”  He swung the door open, his feet hit the grass. He tightened his backpack straps as he walked down the sidewalk. 

 Randall saw other couples sitting next to each other, his heart ached. He successfully kept his tears from bursting. He was happy that he was at least friends with Y/N, but not good enough to express his feelings towards her. Plus, it didn’t help that she didn’t even remember him or what memories they made. 

One of Randall’s fondest memories of the two of them was when they snuck into the library to watch the sunset. He had given her a bracelet that he had seen at a boutique when they first starting dating. He was very nervous to give the bracelet to her, as it showed that he wanted them to be a thing not a fling. 

He felt his phone vibrate. He hoped that it was Y/N, not Hamish or Lilith trying to look for him. He soon saw the familiar Y/H/C girl talking with Alyssa and Nicole. “Y/N!” Randall yelled, waving his hand. Y/N looked at the boy and blushed. As their friendship grew over the past two months, she began to develop feelings for the brunette. Of course she didn’t want to tell him in fear that it would ruin the friendship. 

Y/N’s Point View:

“I’ll see you guys later,” Y/N said, waving goodbye to Alyssa and Nicole. The two girls waved goodbye. “Hey,” Randall sighed, “Can I talk to you for a second?” I nodded and walked beside him. 

“What I’m about to ask you, is going to be weird,” he said. I furrowed my eyebrows and rested my hand on his shoulder. “Randall, is everything alright?”

“No! nothing is okay!” he exclaimed, shaking my hand off. I was taken aback from his outburst. Randall cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Sorry,” he said, “Do you remember me? Like when you look at me do you have any feeling?”

“Feeling?”

“Feeling...” my crush trailed, “A feeling like you knew me before this school year.” I looked at the curly haired boy in the eyes, something about those brown eyes was oddly familiar. “A little bit, why?” I inquired. “When we met...” Randall grabbed my hand and guided me to a bench. 

I sat down in front of him, setting my bag in my lap. “When you looked at me, what did you feel?” Randall continued, “What did you see? or dream about?”

“I-I don’t know...” I stuttered, “I don’t understand.”

“Can I see your wrist?” he asked. I nodded, lifting up my wrist. I pulled up my sleeve and revealed the navy blue bracelet with gold lettering that read: Love of my life. As soon as Randall held my hand a wave of hope and memories hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at the grass, remembering what Randall and I were once. 

“Oh my god...” a single tear slid down my face. Randall reached up and cupped my cheek. He wiped the tear away, looking at me sympathetically. “I-I remember,” I smiled, “I remember The Order, my best friend, The Knights of Saint Christopher and I-I...” Randall continued to look at me. “I remember you,” I giggled in excitement.  

Randall sighed in relief and brought me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands clutching his grey sweatshirt. His arms stand around my waist. He ran his hand through my hair. I leaned back, wiping my tears away. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. 

“You don’t even have to ask.”

He smirked, bringing my face to his. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck again, deepening the kiss. I let go and kept my hands around him. “What are we going to do about The Order?” I asked. 

“Absolutely nothing,” he responded, grinning wide. 

I hope you liked it! I really enjoyed writing it! Expect more to come!