#hamishdukexreader

• hamish duke x fem!reader

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

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

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

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

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

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

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

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

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

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next day...

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

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

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

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

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

however, y/n doubted that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

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

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

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

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

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

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Part 4, please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: talks of sex, talks of blood, a little angst, fluff, cursing, make out session, werewolves?

Word Count: 1067

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Bliss. That's all you remember when you woke up in Hamish's room. The sun filtering through the blinds on the window, blinding you slightly. Your head is pounding and your body is so sore. You could barely move, your limbs feel like 100 pound weights. At first, you are confused, what happened to you. Why do you feel like this. Then, a flood of memories of last night resurface. Hamish. You could still feel his touch on your skin, and how burned you skin as he went. His eyes primal, and yet, so loving. You shivered at that thought and smiled. You look around the room and see Hamish sitting at his desk, no shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. He was intensely focused on the paper he was reading. He picked up his pen, wrote something down on it and placed the paper in a stack with other papers on his desk.

You start to sit up, and feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You let out a hiss, and placed your hand on your shoulder, which you realize is bandaged. You remember that Hamish had bit you there, but you don't remember it being hard. You remember a tingle from the bite, and that's all. You here a squeak and looked up. Hamish taken a break from his paper work and turned his chair towards you.

You glanced over to him, his face was unreadable. He watched you as you got comfortable in the bed. You gave him a smile. He smiled back but it was a sad smile, like he was hurting. He bent over and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers together. He looked down at the floor and took a deep breath.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, head still looking down.

"A little sore, I suppose..." You responded, honestly.

You could see Hamish tense up, then relax. He nodded as he sat up.

"You don't have to lie to me.... If you are in serious pain, tell me, and I will get you some medication. " He said in a more serious tone.

"I'm not lying. Why would I need to?"  You answered honestly

Even though you had a high pain tolerance; you knew when to give in to medications. You necessarily didn't like taking them, but you weren't stupid.

"To spare my feelings, I don't know. I don't know how you think."

You started to get a little upset. You tried to sit up a little straighter, but winced, once again, when you moved your shoulder. Hamish sighed, stood up, and walked over to you. He gently helped you get into a better sitting position. Even though he was being gentle, you still winced anytime he touched you. You tried to hide it, but he noticed. You knew he did. Once you got situated, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

"See..." He began, not looking at you in the eyes, but off to the side. It was like he was avoiding you. "...you need medication.. I wi-" Hamish was saying, before you interrupted him.

"Hamish, I am fine. I am sore, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Hamish finally looks at you, his blue eyes glossing over, as if he was about to cry.

"Y/N, you were unconscious, when I came out of my rut. There are bruises covering your body. There was blood everywhere.", He looks at your bandaged shoulder, "I thought I had killed you.."

You took your hand and, gently, turned his face back towards yours, "But you didn't Hamish, I survived and I don't blame you.."

He looked at you in the eyes, "Why did you do it?"

"Because I love you..."

"I could've killed you.."

"I know..."

Hamish nostrils flared as he pursed his lips together, "Why are you okay with this?"

You looked away for a moment and then back at him, "Because I was saving you. I couldn't let you die"

Hamish took a deep breath and looked out the window. You could tell he was getting aggravated. You acted impulsively, and he hated that. You took his hand into yours. Hamish glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Hamish... please look at me..." You asked softly.

He stared out the window a moment longer then looked at you, "When you were lying there, I didn't know what to do..." He shook his head as he looked down. "I can't lose you, Y/N."

You give him a small smile, "You won't Hamish, I promise..."

"How can you promise that?" He asked looking at you, "You can't promise that.."

He had a point. You can't promise something, that you aren't sure if the outcome. You may die after this school year is over. You didn't know, and neither did he.

You take his hand, " You are right, I can't promise that. I can promise that I will stay with you as long as, God or whoever, sees fit. "

Hamish squeezes your hand and looks down at them. Oh, how you wish you could know what's going on in that brilliant mind of his. how you wish you could ease every doubt that he has. You see he finally gives a small smiles then looks up at you.

"I love you, Y/N" Hamish confesses.

You smile back, "I love you too, Hamish."

He smiles more, and leans in to give you a kiss. His lips are soft and sweet. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Your arm was on fire, but you ignored it. He kissed you deeper, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. You both battle for dominance, but you give in. Every part of you on fire, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. That burn was short lived, when he slowly pulls away from you, and sits up. You pout a little, missing the burn. He chuckled as he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey, where ya going?" You ask, not wanting him to leave.

"I am just going to make some brunch for you. I'll be back" He opened the door, and started to walk out

"Wait!" You said in slight alarm. Hamish stopped and looked at you. "I love you!" You smiled.

Hamish smiled back, "I love you too"  Hamish walked out the door and shut it behind him.

You couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have Hamish in your life.

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A/N: Hi again! I hope you enjoyed this series! I had a really fun time writing it! I am considering doing a continuing series, so let me know if you would want that! Thank you all so much for reading!!

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

Apartment

Vera’s Wolves 🌺

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

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

‘Tis the Damn Season 🌺

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

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

Warnings; includes mention of sex, swearing, fwb relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that Jack was a werewolf, he was a part of The Order and The Knights of St Christopher. The experience gave two very different yet similar experiences, but there was one thing that he couldn’t wrap his head around.

“Are they together?” It was just a question, he didn’t mean to cause such a fuss. Both Lilith and Randall turned to him, not sure how to explain the situation between you and Hamish.

“Sort of.” Randall answered, lounging his hand behind Lilith on the sofa. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re don’t even know the answer to that.” Lilith said, wanting to snuggle into the warmth of Randall’s arm but resisted, not wanting to show such affection.

“How long has whatever been going on?” Before Jack joined, the pack had already been formed. He was just an additional wolf in the woods to them, or at least was to begin with.

The front door opened, revealing you and Hamish. The pair of you were content with laughing, heading towards the other knights with happiness radiating from both of your faces.

“Hey guys.” You sat, however Hamish didn’t join you, he headed to the bar. “What are we talking about?”

“Jack’s obvious crush on Alyssa.” Randall instantly responded, smirking at the growl Jack gave him.

“It’s so obvious.” Lilith spoke, however as she did so she was looking between you and Hamish and the distance that separated you.

“Who wants a drink?” The teacher called over to the group of you, causing you to instantly respond by nodding your head. “(Y/F/D) coming right up.”

Lilith and Randall gave their orders, however Jack declined. He wanted to watch the pair of you interact, and a sober mind would help him with that. “Did you remember the ice?”

Hamish came to sit behind you, passing you your glass, and indeed he had remembered. “How could I forget?” The eldest wolf smirked down at you, putting his arm behind your head at the crowning of the loveseat.

Unlike Lilith, you openly displayed your likening to the contact, leaning back into the limb and breathing in the scent of his clothes. Jack frowned, tilting his head.

“Are you okay Jack?” Hamish asked him, noticing his change in expression. Only he didn’t know that it was because he was trying to figure out what was between the pair of you.

“Yeah.” He answered, causing you to become curious.

“How’s The Order going? Find out anything yet?” You didn’t mean to pry, and luckily it didn’t come across as that, but it was bothering all of you - except Jack. At the moment he was observing the way Hamish’s arm curled more around you, his hand laid against your shoulder.

“Not yet. I’ll tell you when I do.” The whole situation was bugging him, he wanted answered. “How’d you two meet? I mean I already know how Hamish met Lilith and Randall, but not you.”

Hamish grew suspicious of his answers, and smirked at the boy. “Why’d you ask Jack?”

“Curiosity.” That wasn’t a lie, it just held an underlying purpose.

“We studied together, before we got our jobs. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been hired without her help.” You rolled your eyes at the blonde’s sappiness, allowing him to play with your hair.

“Of course you would have!” You disagreed with him, placing your hand on his knee to emphasise your statement. It was always something Jack noticed, the pair of you always had to be touching in some way.

“I’m not sure...” Hamish spoke, laughing nervously as he had done when the pair of you were a few years younger.

"So you’ve known each other for years?” He had only met Alyssa a couple of months ago and he couldn’t imagine his life without her, he had no idea how the two of you felt about each other. Surely one or both of you would go crazy if you didn’t have the other’s support.

“Is this an interrogation, cause it sure as hell feels like one?” You quirked your eyebrow at the boy. “Just ask the goddamn question Jack.”

Jack gulped, rubbing the sweat on his palms off on his jeans. It was something he had wanted to know, and Lilith and Randall perked up at the possibility of an answer. “Are you two together?”

“We are.” Hamish answered, causing Lilith to growl defeatedly.

“Yes!” Randall stood, shouting, holding his hands victoriously in the air. “You owe me thirty Bathory.” Expectedly he held out his hand, waving it in her face.

“Why am I not surprised they were betting on us?” You sighed contentedly, leaning to rest your head on Hamish’s tall shoulder.

“The real question is how long they’ve been betting on us.” Your boyfriend said, slightly smug with the situation.

A/N: Hello! So this is my first fan fiction that I’ve posted! Please let me know if you like it or if there is something I can work on! Thanks for reading!

Summary: Hamish goes through his first rut with you being his girlfriend.

Pairing: HamishxHuman!Reader

Warnings: Talks of sex, cursing, werewolves?

Word Count: 1370

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The night of Hamish's rut started off as any other Saturday night. You lay stretched out of the couch in the den, totally engrossed in a new book you just bought. A few hours earlier, Hamish,  Jack, Randall, and Lilith, decided to go out for a run. They needed to get some energy out from their last fight.

You and Hamish has been dating for sometime now and the pack trusted you to stay at the den by yourself.

Which you were very thankful for, things around your dorm were getting crazier and crazier everyday. You definitely felt safer at the den, especially with four werewolves.

     You were just about to start a new chapter, when you hear a commotion coming from outside the front door. Quickly, making a mental note of the page you were on, you get up from the couch and make your way towards the front door. Why were you being the dumb girl in the horror movies, walking towards the sound instead of walking away? You didn't really know, except you could feel something pulling you toward the door. On the other side of the door, you can hear growling and yelling getting louder. You look around the entry way for a weapon and you quickly spot an umbrella. You start to hear footsteps coming up the front porch steps, you decide than an umbrella is better than nothing, and quickly arm yourself with it. You turn towards the door,  take a deep breath, as you reach for the knob. Just as you were about to turn the door knob the door bursts open. You go flying back onto your ass, with the umbrella dropping on the ground beside you. You cover your face in reflex, then you look up at the intruder, and it was Lilith.

"Lilith? What's-",

before you could finish your sentence, Lilith grabbed you by your upper arm and began to drag you up the stairs to the second floor. Luckily, by the second step you were able to catch your balance and walk up the steps. She  still had your forearm and you could tell she has not intention for letting go. She was hyper-focused, not caring how much you complained or tried to pull her hand off you. You just continued along side her until you two go to her bed room. Lilith opened the door to her room, and practically throwing you into the room. You stumble, tripping over the edge of the rug and landing flat on your ass again. You let out a groan, knowing you definitely have a bruise back there. You look up at Lilith, who is now closing and looking the door. You stand up kind of irritated, and cross your arms across your chest. Lilith turned around to face you and raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?" Lilith said in an aggressive tone.

"Okay, I let you drag me up the stairs. I let you throw me into your bedroom, only to trip on your rug and fall on my ass. Now, I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening!"

Lilith mimicked your stance and glared at you. Her chocolate brown eyes were boring into you. You knew that she was trying to get you to back down, so she wouldn't have to tell you. You'd seen this  intimidation tactic too many times for it to work on you. You stared right back at her and stood your ground. Lilith must have figured that you weren't faced by her tactic, because her eyes softened. She let out a groan and ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, as if she was uncomforable about what she was about to say. After a moment, she looked back at you.

"Hamish is in rut..." Lilith finally confessed.

You raised a curious brow," He is in rut? Like how male deer go into ruts?"

"Yeah... We were just running, blowing off steam.When he stopped all of a sudden, and started to sniff the air. When he did he turned around and started running back here. It wasn't until we took a moment to sniff around what he smelt. It was you." She went over and sat on her bed. "When we finally caught up to him, he was in the driveway..."

You had heard Hamish and the rest of the pack talk about ruts, but never believed them. You honestly believed that it was just a ploy for Hamish to get into your pants.

While wandering in your own thoughts you hear a loud crash and come from downstairs. Along with the crashing, you heard yelling and growling. Lilith stands up looking at the door, eyebrow raised in worry. More crashing and yelling happen then you heard a voice howl your name. A chill runs down your spine. You knew it was Hamish, his voice sounded like he was in pain. Every fiber in your being told you that you need to be with him. YOu need to protect him and help him. You dart towards the door, but before you could get there Lilith was in front of the door.

"Lilith, please move I have to help him!" you begged

"You can't help him unless you want to die!" She argued

"Die? No, Hamish would never hurt me!"

"Right now, I wouldn't put it past him!"

You take a step back away from Lilith. You know no matter what Hamish or Tundra would never hurt you. You had to get to him. You had to help him. There was no way to get past Lilith at the moment. She was way stronger than you and faster also. You took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. You had to learn more about werewolves, and ruts, maybe talking to Lilith could calm her down.

"Okay, fine, I won't go out there, but I am curious about this whole situation. What exactly going to happen to Hamish during his rut." You asked hoping this plan will work.

Lilith leaned against the door and crossed her arm across her chest.

"When male wolves go into rut. The wolves sole purpose, is to obviously to...mate." she explained, obviously uncomfortable with this topic.

"Normally, male wolves will mate with any woman they find attractive. We were hoping that would happen with Hamish, but he is extremely loyal to you..."

You smiled a little

Lilith cleared her throat, "So, when Hamish's rut started, he could smell your scent. That's why he came running back here, to mate with you."

You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves and your slightly arousal. Hearing that Hamish only wanted to be with you, made your body tingle with excitement.

"So you are basically saying is, if Hamish and I fuck his rut will end? Well, just leave us for a few hours and  I will happily clear it up!" You said half joking, half serious. Lilith just stared at you, and she wasn't laughing.

"Y/N, this is serious. When I said he could kill you, I was serious. He could kill you without realizing it, until its too late."

Another howl echoes through the house as well as the sounds of chains. You looked towards the door.

"What are they doing to him?" You asked as you turned you head back to Lilith.

"We  have a plan anytime anyone goes into rut, or for me heat. We just wrap them up in enchanted chains and set them in the den."

"That sounds awful!"

"Well its the only way to protect everyone. In a few hours his rut will be done and we will unchain him. Until then you and I will stay up here."

You look down at your feet and begin playing with the hem of your shirt. You had to get down to Hamish. You had to see him. You didn't care what Lilith just told you. Hamish loves you and would always protect you. You glanced over at Lilith. She had picked up a book and started reading it. You decided you would wait until Lilith fell asleep and you  would sneak out.

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A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, or Part 3 please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18 and OLDER), spanking, fingering, non-con?, Talks of sex, cursing, werewolves?

Word Count: 940

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You make your way slowly down the steps. You examine the room as you go, and Hamish is no where to be found. You see what used to be a pillow with a blanket on the floor. The pillow was torn to shreds and feathers were every where. The blanket seemed unscathed by the werewolf's rath. You get down the last step and on to the ground floor, when your foot comes in contact with something wet. You jump not knowing what you stepped in, as you look down. You see that you've stepped in, what appears to be, a puddle of water. A plastic bag is torn up beside it saying 'ICE'. Jack and Randall must have tried to cool Hamish down with it, but it didn't last long with his fever. You look up and see that the doors to the chest of hides is closed.

"He must be in there..." You thought to yourself as you stepped closer to the doors.

"Hamish? Its me, Y/N."

You hear no response, you take another step closer. You are now close enough to push the doors open. You take a deep breath and push the doors open. The doors swing open and all you see is the chest of hides and the candles that surround it.

"Hamish?" You call out again.

You don't see him in the room. You begin to worry thinking that he some how escaped. You turn to go back upstairs and run into a bare, firm chest. You look up and see that its Hamish. His eyes are glowing silver, pupils blown out in arousal, as he looks back down at you. You took a shaky breath as he looked at you like you were his next meal. You couldn't hide how much it actually turned you on.

"Hamish..." you said calmly.

Hamish let out a growl, and in one swift movement he has you pinned to the wall. He forces his knees inbetween your legs as he uses one hand to pin both of yours above your head. Hamish leaned his head down to your ear. You can feel his hot breath as he breathes against it.

"I can smell your arousal, Y/N", He said in a gruff voice.

You let out a whimper, and tried to move your hands out of his grip, with no success. Hamish let out a growl as he began to nip at your neck. You bit your lip holding back a moan, as he continued. Hamish nipped and licked at your neck trying to find the perfect spot to claim you. You couldn't take it anymore, you started to move your hips against his leg. Your body begging for some type of friction.

"Please Ham-" You began to beg

"No!" He cut you off, "Call me Alpha."

You were taken back by the request, but nodded lightly.

"Please Alpha..."

You could feel Hamish's free hand running down your chest, and into the waist band of yours pants. Hamish let out a growl and went back to your ear.

"No underwear? Good girl..." He said as he began to rub your clit.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan. The sensation was pure bliss. You knew you wouldn't last long as you began to feel a familiar coil tightening in your belly. You arch your back, silently begging him for more. He was more than happy to oblige as he slipped two fingers into your core. He began to curl them inside you, rubbing your g-spot. You let out a moan and began to rock into his fingers. He let out a growl, and began pumping his fingers into you. You let out another moan as the coil in your belly tightened tighter and tighter, almost ready for you to burst.

Just as you were about to finally have your release, Hamish pulled his fingers out of you. You let out a whimper feeling the emptiness as you looked at him. He brought his fingers, coated with your juices, and sucked them clean with his mouth. He lets out a moan as he does this. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

"Mmm... so good..." He growls.

"Please, Alpha.." You begged, "Please, I need you..."

Hamish smirked and in one swift motion he tore off your shirt and bra. You were about to protest, when you realized that it probably wouldn't do any good at this point. He began to pinch your left nipple, watching you as you squirmed around. You let out a whimper, and looked at him in the eyes. His eyes were still silver but there was something different about them than before. Something softer.

Hamish tore off the rest of your clothes, and you were now bare for him. He picks you put in his arms and lays you down on the discarded blanket and torn pillow. He flipped you onto your hands and knees, and lines up behind you. You wiggled your ass in front of him. He must have either really hated it or really liked it because he gave your ass a hard smack that made you moan out.

You push back against him, rubbing yourself against his large member.

"Alpha..." You whisper, wanting him.

Hamish leans down to your ear, once again. You feel his hot breath against your ear. God, you want him so bad. You let out a whimper. Hamish smiles and grabs you by your hips, lining up his cock to your entrance. Right before he take you, he whispers

"I'm gonna fill you with my pups..."

Hamish slams into you and your vision goes black.

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