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undercoveravenger · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hamish opens his mouth to reply and finds himself interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wordlessly both Jack and Lilith raise their hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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unholly-reader · 3 months

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Missus Duke - Hamish Duke x fem!reader

A/N:

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

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

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

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

- Hamish got hurt.

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

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

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

- Is that Beatrice? What are you doing there?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- A little help here?

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

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

- For now.

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

- Bea?

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

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

They could have killed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Restituattur.

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

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

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

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

She lied to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- That’s enough, Lilith. Stand down.

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

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

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

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

- That moron?

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

- You okay, Hambone? – asked Randall.

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

- Excuse you, I need that glass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You should go talk to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

- Beatrice? Are you here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I knew you were the love of my life.

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

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

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

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

- Your pack literally hates my guts.

- The Order is hunting werewolves down.

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

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

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

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

- Are you my enemy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- What did you say?

- If you say so, Missus Duke.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

- Say it again.

- What?

Beatrice shook her head quickly pecking his lips.

- You know what.

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

- My future wife.

#hamish duke x reader #hamish duke #the order #lilith #lilith bathory #randall carpio #the order imagine #the Knight of Saint Christopher #Hamish duke imagines #fanfiction #Vera Stone #Hamish Duke

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Smut Prompt 56, with male reader and Randall please 🤩

Randall Carpio x Male!reader

The one downfall to living in a house with all of your best friends was that it gave you very little privacy when it came to your… personal activities.

You guys were walking in on each other all the damn time but while the rest of the knights could get away to their significant others homes for alone time you and Randall didn't have those kinds of options.

In desperate times you've had to resort to going out and hooking up in the woods though you have been stumbled upon a few times by joggers who thought all those noises were coming from someone being attacked by a wild animal.

You and Randall hadn't had a moment to yourselves in over three weeks and he was losing his mind, sure you were just as frustrated as he was but Randall's sex drive is so high he would literally have sex five times a day if you let him.

It's friday night and Jack insisted everyone come over for a game night so you, Randall, Hamish, Lilith, Nicole, Gabrielle, Vera and Alyssa were scattered around the living room playing games for a few hours now.

Normally Randall would be enthusiastically spearheading the games but instead he had been giving you looks all night, wanting so badly to sneak off and do anything but play games.

"I think we're out of beer," you announce in the middle of a game, "Randall, you want to help me get some more from the fridge down in the basement?"

"Sure thing babe," Randall nods, throwing his cards down on the table and hopping up to follow you to the basement.

"They're going down there to hook up right?" Jack questions as soon as you're gone.

"Oh definitely," Hamish smirks.

"They at least better bring more beer back when they're done," Lilith huffs, finishing the last of her bottle, she did in fact want another beer but she was not going to get one herself and risk seeing you two fooling around after the incident a few months ago when she walked in on you riding Randall who was handcuffed to the bed.

Down in the basement you have Randall pinned to the wobbly table you guys use as a makeshift ping pong table, lips connected as your hands eagerly wander each other's bodies.

It doesn't take long for Randall to get a boner, he's practically had one 24/7 for the last three weeks and boy is he ready to finally get off to something besides his own hand, you may not have had any time lately to have sex but he certainly could always find the time to jerk off.

Randall groans as you drop to your knees in front of him, haphazardly unbuckling his pants and freeing his hard cock.

"Try to stay quiet understand?" You say looking up at him and he nods again, biting his lip to stifle the moans he wants to make as you gently kiss along his shaft.

Wasting no time you take him in your mouth, you figured your friends probably knew what you were really doing down here but you didn't want them to interrupt the one moment of privacy you finally get to have with Randall complaining about your boyfriend being too loud which has happened many times before.

Randall is biting down so hard on his bottom lip he tastes a slight tinge of blood but he ignores it as you expertly bob your head along his cock.

Fuck he could cum right now just from the way you're sucking him off but he really needs you inside him.

"Y/N, I need you to fuck me," he pleas.

You release him from your lips and get back to your feet, turning him around and quickly shrugging down your pants, Randall gasping the moment he feels your cock press against his ass.

You bend Randall over the table that you hope is stable enough to handle the weight and slip your cock inside, Randall clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping.

There's no time for foreplay, literally and figuratively speaking as your friends are waiting for new drinks and neither you or Randall can wait any longer for an orgasm so you find a steady pace, thrusting into Randall with the intentions of cumming as fast as you could.

You'd make it up to him by taking your time and eating his ass for an hour or two some other day.

Muffled grunts are coming from Randall as you pound into him and with his free hand he reaches down to stroke himself.

In just a couple minutes he's cumming, spurting out all over the floor.

"Oh fuck," he groans and with a few more thrusts you hit your own climax, pulling out of Randall to let your cum join his on the floor.

"Fuck that felt good," you chuckle, looking for something to clean up the mess you two made.

Randall finds an old towel, dropping it to the ground and using his foot to move it around to wipe up the mess, "I've been so horny Y/N, I jerked off four times this week… or was it five… no it was definitely six."

"Well maybe if you're lucky everyone will be too buzzed after another round of beers to notice us sneak upstairs," you grin, kissing him chastely.

"Better yet, let's convince Hamish to break out his expensive whisky to make sure they get drunk," he suggests when you hear the basement door opening.

"Are you guys done banging out your sexual frustration yet we need more beer!" Gabrielle yells from the top of the stairs.

"We were not having sex!" Randall yells back thinking he could cover your tracks.

"We could hear the ping pong table hitting the wall genius you're not that sneaky," she quips.

"Hamish! Where do you keep the tequila?!" Randall states already needing to get away from your friends.

#the order imagine #randall carpio imagine #randall carpio x reader #x male reader #fic

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Unexpected love

Character: Randall Carpio x male reader

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Smut

Love. Love is something that not everyone get to experience. At least not in a way, that is intense, giving, pure and without major problems. A love most people would dream of, with a person that is so similar to themselves, but different enough that the love can grow.

To get together with a person that quickly becomes like a best friend, without actually damaging any prior friendships. Someone anyone could build on.

You were no different, dreaming of this love. Feeling could and empty, because there was no-one who really seemed to care about you. Not in this sense anyway.

There were your new found friends, a strange group of guys with one girl in it. All of them were friendly to you, but for some reason, you never could really contact to them. It was as if they were directly besides you, but at the same time miles away. Which wouldn’t be a problem, it was not the first time, that friendships felt like this for you. When there wasn’t Randall, the dork of the group. Tall, handsome, so funny that on most night you had your study dates, you didn’t stopped laughing.

Whenever you laugh at one of his jokes, his eyes began to shine, shimmering with happiness. You could see, that he tried to hide it, but he was really bad at hiding anything. They way he came closer to you, every time you two would be alone.

The way he lowered his voice, so you needed to get near him to really hear what he wanted to say.

You never thought that any of this was strange, it was just how Randall was. Until you took a closer look at the group, when you all did an activity together. He never was this close to any other of them.

Yeah sometimes, he played a little bit with their feelings, teasing them, touching them, but not in the way he did it with you. It was the moment, that you realized that you had feelings for him.

With every fiber of your being, you wanted it to not be true. Because you were friends and you swore to yourself, never break a friendship, in a try for a relationship. And now here you were, in this on campus pub, drinking with your group of friends.

The more alcohol was consumed, the dirtier the topics got. You were never an avid drinker, so it got to you the fastest. „(Y/N)? Did you ever had a boyfriend?“, Hamish asked out of the sudden.

Your head got tomato red in no time. None of them ever asked you this personal question, besides your orientation. Just because they weren’t sure.

„No, I never was in a relationship,“ you answered honestly, a bit ashamed of it. But he only nodded, seemingly understanding, that this was a touchy subject for you. But not all were as good as him in understanding other people.

„So you never had sex?“ Of course only Jack could asked a question, that sounded mocking, as well as real curiosity.

You felt attacked, the moment he asked this question, „No Jack, I never had sex. Because im not the type, that runs after someone, like a lost puppy and beg them to at least let me sniff them sometimes.“ Not one moment, in this little speech, did you take your eyes of the guy. Everyone could tell, that this was an direct attack and also knew what you were playing at.

Jack himself could tell this too. He mumbled something, took his glass with him and vanished to the bar.

Randall on the other hand, sat silently, with a smug smile on his face. You knew that he had a lot of problems with Jack and his on and off girlfriend, so you did not thought anything of it.

After this, not one of them asked me a question like this again and the rest of the evening got over friendly.

Hopefully, they knew now, that you was none to just let things slip. But also will not be that aggressive.

As all of you leave the pub, Randall decided to accompany you on your way to your dorm, with the words: „I don’t want you to get hurt“ Which you found sweet and strange at the same time. Until now never had happened to you. The people did not care for your orientation here.

But you said nothing, just smiled at the taller male and walked besides him. The silent between you two was lovely. Your hands sometimes, touched for a moment. One time you even thought, the he tried to caress yours, but you took your hand away quickly.

Ten minutes later, you already were at your dorm. The alcohol in your system, slowly became too much and your steps got sloppier.

With the door finally open, after many tries, you finally stood in your doorway, with Randall standing outside, seemingly waiting on something. HIs eyes fixated on yours.

„Why did you never had a boyfriend? I mean, you are hot, so why not at least fool with someone around?“

You heard these question many times before, with a smile you looked him up and down, like a piece of meat, „Do you ask, because you like me, or because you want to fuck me?“

„Both.“ Was his quick and direct answer.

A smirk grew over your face, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him into your room, pressing him against one of the wall. „No kissing and no holding back, understood, pretty boy?“

In an instant, you were thrown onto your bed. As you wanted to oriented yourself, Randall already was above you, kissing down your throat, while getting rid of both of your clothes. At least he tried it. But after he got rid of his shirt, you could overpower him and get him under you.

„Tall, dark hair, dark mysterious deep eyes and a muscular body? I understand now, why everyone wants you.“ You began to speak, while kissing down his impressive torso, his hard pecs and six-pack.

„Just wait until you come to the main dish,“ he told you cockily, with a devilish smirk. But ignored him at the end.

As you came near his pants, you finally got rid of you shirt as well. „Fuck,“ muttered Randall under his breath, as he saw you topless, „You are one to talk (Y/N.“ His voice obviously laced with a deep animalistic lust.

Teasingly you opened his pants, slowly. All the while, groping him trough it, „Don’t teas me, baby boy or you will regret it.“ Which only had the affect, for you to go even slower.

Randall did nothing except for growling and moaning. That was until his pants were off and his massive size directly sprang into your face. He did not wear any underwear, what a stud.

„He needs his space,“ Randall only told you, after he had seen your perplexed face.

But you were already on the hook. Licking his tip, working the rest of it with your in comparison dwarf sized hands. With both of your hands around it, you still were able to suck the tip completely into your mouth and even a bit more.

Maybe you overestimated yourself, in taking Randall as your first, but you hoped, that he had enough experience to make it work. At least he seemed like someone who would’ve a lot of it.

To your surprise Randall put one of his hands on the back of your head. And tried to get you to take more of him into your throat. But you tried to to hold back, because of fear, that he would push you further than you could handle him.

Before you knew it, you laid on your back again, your head slightly hanging over the edge of the bed and Randall standing.

„If we want to do this more often, I need to know how much I need to train your throat to take me full in.“ He told you, while slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. Holding your hands, so you could not stop him. „Breath to your nose.“

As your did, your spinning had stopped what it did. Your lungs filled themselves again with air and your stiffness, you did not even realized happened to you, vanished too. „Oh my god, you don’t have a gag reflex,“ he moaned out of breath. You didn’t felt it at first, but you could feel his pubes on your face, smelling his musk. „If I had known this earlier, I had seduced you the first day we met, where I saw your tight ass and couldn’t look away. God.“

He talked and talked, the more he was using your throat like a fleshlight, he became more talkative.

But at some point, took his cock out extremely fast. To see it glistening in the moon light, directly in front of your eyes. You couldn’t believe, that this monster just went all the way in your throat. But Randall didn't even gave you time to come down from the little oxygen you had gotten and already, turned your body around, so that your ass was now hanging from the bed and not your head anymore.

„Don’t worry, I will be careful.“ His voice so sincere, that you only were able to trust him. And he hold his word.

He took extra time to prep you. Licking your little hole, opening it up with his long gentle fingers. Massaging your own tight body while doing it. Kissing your neck, sucking on your nipples, until it was time.

After good half an hour or even longer, you didn’t really know, because you were out of your mind, most of the time. He put your legs over his shoulder. Tucking at his cock, until it was stone hard again.

„Are you sure?“, he asked a last time, directly looking into your eyes. But you were unable to form a coherent sentence, so you just nodded. And without losing eye contact, he began to break into you.

His big head, had some problem to break in at first, but after this first hurdle was overcome, he wordlessly slipped into you. As your eyes widened, you could see, that Randall was as surprised as you, when not even more.

As the shock settled, that he so easily could completely burry himself into you, he finally let out a long loud moan. You on the other hand, still tried to come to term with it. But the hot guy hovering over you, had other plans.

He began to pump into you. At first slowly but quickly became stronger and deeper. Fucking you without hesitation, after he could feel you relax.

Hours and hours, he was fucking you, talking dirty and whispering even worse things in your ear. Telling you what he wants to do to you in the future, where he wants to fuck you and all that. All this talking about future encounters, made the lust building up in your body, even worse.

Until at some point you came so hard, that you literally screamed and your body fell limp into your sheets, while Randall just used you further. Getting more talkative the longer he was doing it with you.

At some point, you fell asleep. Waking up the next day with a punching feeling in your guts and in your head. Your entire body, glistening with sweat.

Arms around you, almost made you jump out of your own bed, until you remembered, what had happened. You lost your virginity, to someone, you weren’t even in a relationship with. Why did you waited for this awesome feeling, when you at the end, did it anyway with someone who most likely did not cared enough for you?

But he was still laying in your bed, so maybe he did like you?

You wanted to turn around and look at his face, but you were way too exhausted and your body ached in every centimeter. Not one single muscle could be moved.

„Good evening, sweet cheeks,“ he whispered lowly in your ear, which got you horny again. His voice was enough to drive you crazy. „Can I kiss you?“, he asked almost shyly.

„Maybe we first should go on a date?“, you could asked him weakly in return. It was then, it began to down on him, why you didn’t want him to kiss you.

„If it was for me, I would call you mine from now on, but if you want a date before this, I can manage that.“ His cocky voice, was everything you needed in your life. He was aware, that he had ruined you for every other male on this planet and that he was the only one who could ever fulfill your needs and still you wanted him to be romantic.

He became aware, that you wanted him to care, so he needed to show you, that he already did and tried to show it to you, to take so good care of you. But you couldn’t possible know, that Randall himself, this handsome god like dude, never was intimate himself. Yes he had girlfriends end even one or two boyfriends.

But every single one of them ran away, after seeing his little monster. Three of them tried it, but Randall was unable to get them to like it. Except for three, half ass blowjobs nothing ever happened for him. Until you came around.

Talking to him with so much confidence and wit, that you took him of his feet, the moment he saw you. The feelings he had for you, could not be described. Which was also the reason, why he tried to get you away from any other male, that even remotely seemed interested in you, which he would never tell you. But it was still the truth.

That you are beautiful, with the most amazing smile and laugh, were only side thoughts for him. Of course, he was more than happy, that you didn’t seem to have any problems with his dick, which was surprising, but still. It could also just be you, thinking that he was average size, because you seemed so pure, which you were to be fair. And you thought that you were down there just really small. Because you were smaller than Randall in any other way too.

„How about, we go out tomorrow. Today I will massage your body, because you seem stiff and under pain a little bit. Later I get food, we eat and in the evening I go to me own dorm and get you tomorrow for breakfast. Sounds good?“ As he turned you around, so carefully as he could, to not hurt you and see his puppy like yes and soft smile, your heart felt one hundred times bigger. It was beating fast. And as you nod, and his hoping look, with a slight smile, became that big smile, where he showed you his pearly whites, in this shimmer in his eyes, you were almost at the point to just kiss him. But you hold you feelings back, instead nuzzling into his chest, falling asleep almost immediately after.

Maybe you were finally at home.

#Randall Carpio x male reader #Randall carpio imagines #The Order x male reader #the order imagines #x male reader #male reader

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davidstirlings · 1 year

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First Lines Meme

Thanks so much for tagging me, @swimmingfoxsticks and @gyunikum for tagging me! This was pretty fun!

Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics.

1. a wild beast within him (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Gen w/ Eoin & David)

Paddy was busy cursing David six ways to Sunday when Mike finally entered the tent. Eoin clapped him on the shoulder as he passed by and went to crouch by David’s bed. David was sweating profusely, beads of moisture dotting his brow and cheeks, giving him a sickly, unpleasant look.

2. the sickness of the pup (is the sickness of the pack) (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Gen)

There were many perks to being a werewolf: increased strength and speed, enhanced senses, an accelerated healing rate and regeneration, fangs and claws that could rend flesh and shatter bone, and being nigh immortal.

3. and some by virtue fall (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Johnny x Pat) (Explicit)

Isaiah leaned against the dirty brick wall of the theatre and dropped his placard to the floor. He was tired, so tired. He was always tired in this godforsaken city.

4. when things go south (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Gen w/ Eoin & David, Paddy & David)

There had been a plan. Of course there had been a plan, they might have been a collection of misfits and mavericks, all of them insane and bordering on suicidal most of the time, but they weren't stupid. So there had been a plan.

5. we are among the ruins (SAS: Rogue Heroes, Paddy x Eoin x David)

War does something strange to people. It changes them, of course it does. One cannot live through a war, fight through a war, and be unchanged by the things that they see. For some, it is worse than others.

6. me and the devil (Black Sails, John Silver x Captain Flint)

Winter had come and gone by time John managed to scrub the blood from the cracks in his floorboards. It was still cold enough for the pipes to freeze in the night and the windows to frost over in the morning, but Spring had certainly arrived.

7. a man is what he hides (Project Blue Book, Allen Hynek x Michael Quinn)

Michael Quinn had been standing on the corner of Indianola and East 12th Avenue for over an hour when his fingers finally went numb.

8. a taste of silver (The Order, Hamish Duke x Jack Morton, Lilith Bathory x Randall Carpio) (Explicit)

There was a fire running through his veins, lighting up every nerve ending in his body, and his skin itching, like he was about to throw it off, give in to the animal that lurked beneath.

9. lord, a storm will rise (Tidelands, Augie McTeer x Dylan Seager) (Explicit)

Fear and hatred are strange things. Both so entangled, so entwined, that sometimes it was hard to tell one from the other at times. Augie, certainly, can’t tell the two apart as he stares at Dylan, the light from the large stained glass behind him illuminating him, bathing the other man in an almost ethereal light.

10. some men just want to watch the world burn (Harry Potter, multiple pairings)

Avery had a problem. Two, if you wanted to be technical about it: his memory and his boss. In actuality, it boiled down to one thing: he’d forgotten to tell his boss about an important development in a case he’d been assigned.

Not sure who to tag, so feel free to go ahead and do it if you want to

tagging @just-barrow @rosescruensixxam @dukesoakedoats @homeahoy @butternuggets-blog if any of you haven't done it (no pressure, and if you have, ignore me 😂)

#yeah i've been writing a lot of sas rogue heroes stuff recently #sas rogue heroes #fanfiction #fanfic #fic meme #paddy x eoin x david #paddy x eoin

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floripire · 11 months

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SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

@founderscouncil's jed is a big one, considering i came up with flori after reading about one of ace's wanted plots. i also like @d3adthings' pj and flori together because i think they'd be great. also, @ofvalor and i made flosie a thing - josie and flori - and i love everything about them. there is also @fatecrafted's werewolf, sylas priestly, who i love. sweet werewolf himbo who comes from a huge pack and has a lot on his shoulders. @loetise's allie is also someone that i very much adore and consider an otp for flori. platonically, flori loves the anti squad (mia, loren, faith) so fucking much. she'd fight, die and kill for them. they are her family. they're my platonic otp for sure.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

flori's in her late teens, early to mid twenties. so i would prefer to ship with muses in that same age range.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

when the clothes come off and stuff below the belt gets mentioned. i may rb nsfw posts on here but i mostly write it out on discord.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

sorta kinda? i mean, ideally i would love for our muses to have chemistry but truthfully? if you're okay with it, i'm okay with it. so long as we keep each other in the loop about it. i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm here to write and have a good time and i would like that to be the case for both/all of us.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

bear in mind, this is me throwing characters out there that i would think go well with flori - this is not me saying this should happen asap: - xavier thorpe - scott mccall - kira yukimura - maybe even liam dunbar - tory from cobra kai - hawk from cobra kai - michelle jones-watson - mcu!peter parker - mcu!harley keener - across the spiderverse's hobie brown - any of the 1996!yellowjackets ladies - olive stone - season 4!cal stone - tj morrison - apollo burns - juan ruiz - tilda weber - jack morton - alyssa drake - lilith bathory - hamish duke - randall carpio - tally craven - abigail bellweather - scylla ramshorn - raelle collar - your oc(s) and i am forever patiently waiting for the day where someone picks up colton gobbo as a fc so we can ship together lmao. look at how he looks at her in the gif.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

just let me know that you'd like a ship and we can get the ball rolling. see #4 for more information.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i'm ship obsessed! not just about my own but about your ships as well. if we're mutuals and you've got a ship going? chances are i will ask about them. prompted, unprompted. i will love them as much as you do, i can assure you that.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

heck yeah!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

tvd: bonnie x happiness, first and foremost because bonnie's my girl. bonora has always intrigued me. klaroline seems fun. steroline. forwood. i've also read a couple of tylena fics here and there. i could see bonnie x elena x caroline. also bonnie x caroline. i haven't read as much bonnie x elena stuff yet, i don't think. to: i've always been a huge fan of gia x elijah and i will mourn the fact that they weren't endgame forever. i also ship @witchfirst and @savagevillain's characters together. legacies: i shipped emma x alaric for a minute before i jumped ship to dorian x emma who are, imho, superior. when it comes to the students, these are my ships: josie x rafael, mizzie, mizziethan, hosie, hafael, handon (as written out on the dash by my mutuals, specifically because i'm not as much of a fan of them in the show), handosie (forever mourning the fact that they did not go there), i'd be cool with hizzie too. cleo x kaleb. kaleb x jed. i shipped both kaleb x alyssa and jed x alyssa. and also kaleb x alyssa x jed. i was also - and mind you, this was way before cleo was even introduced - a big lizzie x kaleb stan. josie x jed is also adorable. idk if jed x lizzie was ever a thing but i'm putting them on the list also. jed x hope. cleo x hope. ethan x hope. hope x maya. i wanted more for finsie to be honest. brock x wade has always been a beloved crackship of mine; they never talked in the show but in my head, they are in love. dana x sasha x connor; sasha x connor; dana x connor; dana x sasha.

stolen from @witchwrld & @seesgood

#long post /#ooc.

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justmoreocs-writing · 1 year

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‘Will you please stop humming the Batman theme tune?’

Becca arched an eyebrow at Hamish, cocked her head a little to the side as she finished the tune. 'You know Batman?’

'I’m a werewolf, not a hermit,’ he said, but she could see the slight smirk on his face.

Becca swung her legs back down from their perch over the arm. She lent forwards, elbows resting on her knees. 'Alcohol and Batman, who’d have thought it.’

'I know more than just Batman,’ Hamish said simply, finally picking up his finished glass of drink. Becca could see the slight tension in his shoulders as he moved to sit on the other armchair. Of all the Knights, he seemed the most on edge around her. As if afraid she might just shatter.

'You mean you know Joker and Scarecrow and -’

'Calendar man, and Manbat. I also know the difference, unlike Randall, between DC and Marvel, before you start asking about the X-Men.’

Becca gave an all too dramatic gasp. 'Am I seriously that predictable?’

That flicker of a smile again as he took a sip of drink. 'It’s what I would have done,’ he admitted.

'All right,’ Becca said, shifting again so that she was sitting cross-legged on the chair, facing him, 'what’d you think about good old Edward Nygma?’ Perhaps all the waiting around wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #The Order OCs #Verstehen #Rebecca Warren #Becca Warren #Becca Warren & Hamish Duke

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saintsinthecity · 4 years

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one brain cell

#they're so dumb i love them so much #this is just an order sc account now #(jk this is probably the last one i'll do unless theres any in the last ep i think are funny)#the order #randall carpio #hamish duke #hamish x randall #m

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very-functional-human · 4 years

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Sometimes I think that my brain is just making up sexual tension between two same sex characters because I am so starved of actual LGBTQIA+ representation in the media, but then I look at said couple and think 'No they are just really gay for each other'.

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jonmercer · 4 years

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The Order |2x04| “Fear Itself, Part 2”

#the order #netflix the order #the order netflix #hamish duke #randall carpio #hamish x randall #netflix #season 2 #2x04 #theordergifs #theorderedit #adam dimarco #thomas elms

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unholly-reader · 3 months

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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.

#hamish duke #the order #the order x reader #hamish duke x reader #imagine #one shot #drabble #fluff #Hamish x reader #knights of saint christopher #the hermetic order of the blue rose #fanfiction

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