Oliver Raskoph

Human 27 years old DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Brett Dalton, nor am I in any way affiliated with him. This is a closed RP blog.

[oliver-raskoph]

I Will Be an Island if I Can Be One With You || PenOliver

Oliver had never once in his life claimed to be the perfect boyfriend. Of course not, he was a werewolf hunter dating a werewolf and that was a ridiculous line to walk. But, over the past five months, he'd been doing his best to do that. He'd gotten a job at an auto body shop, and he was doing his best to be... "normal" for Penny.

Today, his version of normal was making Penny a huge dinner, through which he would wait on her hand and foot. There were a lot of other things planned for the evening, but he was almost too nervous to even think straight. And why was he nervous?? Collectively, he and Penny had been together for... Well, a long time. But she was just... Perfect, and he wanted this night to be perfect for her.

When he heard the door to her house open, he straightened his tie and dashed down the hall to meet her. "Hey, beautiful!" he said, running his hands over the lapels of his blazer. He had pulled out all of his best clothes for this occasion. He reached out and took her bag from her and placed it down in the same spot she always put it, "So, I have a big evening planned for us, and I'm going to treat you like a queen."

He smiled a bit before winking, "I'm sure you can already smell the delicious meal I cooked for you."

[andreaamills]

Original Beast | Andrea & Oliver

Even werewolves had to eat. Andi had often speculated that, without them, this little grocery store might’ve floundered. Fortunately, werewolves are more than their fair share, so there was nothing to worry about. Andrea hated lines, hated waiting. When she knew it counted, she could be patient, but this kind of line for a checkout just seemed pointless. In a state of boredom she flicked her eyes toward the tabloids - many of which claimed to have footage of actual vampires. The corner of her lips turning up in bemusement, Andi rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. By the time she got to her car, her cart was filled with enough food to feed a small army - or a couple of werewolves as the case may be. Andi had valiantly packed her possessions into the car…before realizing her battery was dead. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath before stepping back onto the pavement and flagging down the nearest pedestrian - some random hottie, as it happened. “Hey,” began Andi, apologetically, utterly unaware she was addressing the man who had executed her mother. “I don’t suppose you could give me a jump? My battery died, but I’ve got cables. All I need is another engine and a little time. Whatcha say? I’ll buy you lunch after. Deal?” She asked, hopefully.

[oliver-raskoph]

"Yeah, you're still going to have to work late, right?" he asked, glancing down at the bag in his hands as he walked out of the grocery store. "Okay, good," he smiled as Penelope prattled on about the twenty orders she had to get done, "Well, come home hungry, okay?" They exchanged goodbyes and then he popped open the trunk of his car, placing the bag of food inside. He'd been about to drop down into the driver's seat when he saw someone flagging him down.

He paused for a moment before closing his door and making his way over to her. A smile settled on his lips as she spoke and he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, "Yeah, sure." He motioned to her trunk, which his observation skills had noticed was dipped a little - probably from the weight of groceries, "But you should probably get all that home before taking anyone anywhere." 

Oliver motioned back towards his car and said, "I'll go get my car and bring it over." He turned and went back to his car, starting it up and bringing it over to be just in front of hers. He got out of the car then and popped his hood. "You know, I could change this out for you if you want." He looked up to her as she handed him the cables she had, "We could get you jumped and over to the autozone and get a new battery."

[ezriela]

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[oliver-raskoph]

Oliver Raskoph as Agent Grant Ward

[oliver-raskoph]

I Don't Want to be an Island || Penny & Oliver (closed)

[penelopebeckett]

Truthfully, Penny was becoming increasingly concerned with Oliver’s lack of clothing, but she was quite convinced that maybe, if she just kept her eyes shut tight it just would stop becoming a problem and he wouldn’t have to go anywhere.

Of course, that would never work. She had always been very acutely aware of Oliver’s body heat, especially at this proximity. "Mmhm," she nodded, slowly retracting her hands from their points of contact, moving them instead to wrap around her stomach. She hadn’t really known what she was agreeing to, but as her eyes fluttered back open to meet his gaze, she knew she couldn’t trust herself, nor him, to remain unclothed. "It’s nothing I haven’t seen before," Penny pointed out, without even realizing the meaning behind her words, her gaze accidentally moving down his torso to the towel wrapped loose and low at his waist. Even as she looked away to run her hands back over her windswept bangs, she could still feel a low rumble of a growl emanating in her chest. Life wasn’t very fair, but it was just cruel when it came in the form of Oliver Raskoph. Penny swallowed against the feeling of her mouth literally turning into the Sahara, and if she tried hard enough, she could focus on the ugly pattern of the carpet to help ease how badly her desire still pooled for the man she was only just beginning to try and trust again.

[oliver-raskoph]

Oliver bit down on the inside of his cheek. Focus. Surely after being a hunter for nearly ten years he knew how to focus. He knew her well enough to see that she was feeling this same pull of desire; but where would that lead them? What if they talked and decided they couldn't work things out? It would only leave them feeling worse. I can't hurt her anymore. And it was this that forced him to turn and go to his large duffle bag.

He pulled out some boxers, jeans, and a black long sleeve shirt. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on under the towel before discarding it and pulling on his jeans. Once they were fastened, he felt a little better. There was a least a button and a zipper between him and her now. Somehow, this seemed like an accomplishment to him.j

"Okay," he said through an exhale of breath before pulling his shirt on over his head. After pushing the sleeves of it up to his elbows, he combed his finger through his hair to make it lay down a bit. "I think I can... focus now," he said, more trying to convince himself than her.

"Wanna sit?" he offered, walking over and sitting atop the bed, leaning back against the headboard. "Not exactly helpful to the whole focusing situation, but our only option besides the floor. I have a feeling this conversation will take a while, so might as well be comfortable right?" he said, a smile touching his lips. After a moment, he extended an open had towards her, "Join me."

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[oliver-raskoph]

I'm not a perfect person, there's many things I wish I didn't do. But I continue learning.  I never meant to do those things to you. And so I have to say before I go that I just want you to know: I've found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you. I'm sorry that I hurt you, it's something I must live with everyday. And all the pain I put you through, I wish that I could take it all away. And be the one who catches all your tears. Thats why I need you to hear: I've found a reason for me to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you.

[oliver-raskoph]

I Don't Want to be an Island || Penny & Oliver (closed)

[penelopebeckett]

Penny couldn’t figure out why his lips burned against hers, or why it hurt to breathe after he pulled her against him. Her hands moved up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but instead fell to rest against his sides, just above the towel. Maybe she would have pushed him away if he’d been wearing more than just a towel, but instead, her fingers dug into the skin, unsure if she meant to pull him closer or hurt him as badly as she was hurting. After all, she didn’t have to hold back her strength.

It seemed counter-productive when he came up for air to speak. She blinked up at him, eyes softly narrowed as she scanned his pained features. “I believe you,” she whispered, “No matter how much I don’t want to.” Because Penny was feeling the same way. It had been easy for her to play the victim in all of this, even if she technically was, but they had both been at fault when it came to their hearts. Penny thought she had done a good job hiding all of her insecurities about her past and her mother and herself; had done such a good job of it that she almost believed the lie herself. Mom was absent, dad was dead, there was nothing to talk about. If Penny could hide her past, what were the repercussions in finding love? Besides, you know, the obvious ‘boyfriend turned out to be a werewolf hunter.’ Penny’s hands moved up to his wrists, gripping tightly as she shut her eyes. “You don’t have to be an island,” her forehead creased against his as she felt herself push up on her toes as though to nudge him into believing her words. “I refuse to believe anyone who is capable of love is incapable of being saved,” she moved to run her fingers softly over his arms as she bit her lip. “Let’s try and save each other.”

[oliver-raskoph]

Oliver didn't know what, exactly, he was supposed to feel in this moment. Relief, sure. He hadn't lost Penny. Grief; for all that he'd done and what it had and almost had cost him. Guilt that she felt she had to save him, or that she needed to be saved. He could at least assure her of one thing, "I promise you, Pen... I will never let anyone hurt you." If she was worried about always having to look over her shoulder, he could at least ease that fear.

His hands trailed back from her cheeks and tangled into her hair. He couldn't move his forehead away from hers. It was like this connection was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His brown eyes gazed down at her, wishing that he could explain in some way or show her inside his mind. He knew this all had to be beyond difficult for her. 

But then his eyes landed on her lips and the way she was biting down on it. Letting out a breath, his hands released her hair and pressed against the door behind her. He pulled his head back from her and let out another shaky breath. "I should... not kiss you again," he said, more to himself than to her, "I already forced the first one on you. And... Probably better that we... Talk first."

He was having an extremely hard time focusing. After the roller coaster of emotions they'd both been on today, he knew the worst thing he could do was try and pick up their physical relationship where it had left off. He didn't have her trust anymore; and he'd have to earn it before he could... Well, take her to bed.

"I should also probably put some clothes on," he said, a smile touching his lips, "You okay to wait here while I change in the bathroom?" The last thing he wanted to do was separate from her; especially to go to a bathroom. Mostly because he'd been in the shower when she'd packed up and left last time and, despite his deserving it, it still scarred him a little.

But maybe being in a different room for a minute would help him shake the ridiculously strong urge to kiss her until her lips were swollen.

[zaritarazi]

[n-haught]

[rosemar1egarten]

i’ve got 99 problems but dem abs ain’t one [pt. 2] — an abs specialist of oxford moodboard [2/2]

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[oliver-raskoph]

I Don't Want to be an Island || Penny & Oliver (closed)

[penelopebeckett]

There was so much of him all at once as he moved to crouch beside her, and as much of her that wanted to retreat farther away, there was still that part of her that was simply fighting with herself not to reach out and touch him. She could practically feel her insides ripping apart as they fought for dominance, while her muscles sat limp and stupid and aching for something she couldn’t quite put a finger on.

Her head was nodding as he apologized, though she couldn’t figure out why. Maybe he had finally done it; maybe she was broken — laughing and crying and nodding and blubbering about like a lovesick fool. Sick in the worst possible ways. She made a noise in the back of her throat as he stood up; walked away to grab his bag. Penny had wanted him gone. For good. Forever. Out of her life and out of her mind and off of her radar, but as soon as the door dinged after him, Penny felt a deep, miserable sob leave her.

It was different when she had packed up and left, but why did it feel this way when he walked out the door?

She was better off without him. He wasn’t a good person. They made each other weak. As the tears slowly ceased to pour and the sobs rumbled to a slow, probably sensing that Penny didn’t have anything left in her to give, Penny pulled herself up off the floor and locked the front door to Ethel and Marie’s small flower shop, beyond glad that nobody had wandered in the last half hour and caught her on the ground.

For the first time since she was very young, Penny shifted without the help of the moon. She left work in a daze and a note scribbled to Ethel that she broke a vase and would pick up another on Monday, hoping that could suffice until then. She didn’t even know how safe the woods surrounding the town were, didn’t think to sniff it out before she had her shirt over her head and her pants in a pile on a tree stump.

She ran for hours — long, long after the sun had already set and the night set in an almost comfortable cool in the trees. Penny knew she was basically running in circles, too afraid to get lost and lose her own scent in the trees full of different aromas. But finally, with one last painful howl into the midnight, Penny retreated back to her clothing and walked back into the town, knowing without even really thinking about it that she was picking up Oliver’s scent and trailing it. She was breathless and winded and her heart was beating loudly from her run, but she could still hear herself call his name softly as she stopped in front of his door, her knuckles rapping softly at the wood.

As soon as he opened the door, Penny’s thoughts were leaving her lips.

"My dad left my mother and I because of what we were," Penny’s voice cracked, though she knew she didn’t have anymore tears left in her. "I didn’t do anything to him, and he left me. What you are and what you’ve done — I can’t accept that, but you walking out on me was —" It was a lot like round 2. A roundhouse kick to her face via the men in her life. "Even if what you’re saying makes sense, I can’t accept it yet. I can’t watch you walk out another door, and I don’t know how to get better."

[oliver-raskoph]

Oliver had been waging an internal war. He'd left a dent or two in some street signs after punching them, and then he might have broken the lamp on the beside table in the hotel room he'd rented. He knew he'd have to pay for it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd come so far only to lose the one woman he'd ever loved. He was alone in this world. All he'd had was his parents. They were taken from him. He'd made Penny his whole world; she was gone.

He was an island all to himself.

He'd done it to himself, he knew. He'd isolated himself from the world for fear of exactly what had happened to him with Penny. For fear of getting too close to someone and then have them ripped away. Though, that was his own fault to, he supposed. He could have been a better man. He could have... Something, anything. But it didn't matter now. She was lost to him.

In an attempt to ebb his fury, he'd torn off all his clothing and gone to take a shower. It helped abate the need to break things. But in letting the anger wash away, all he could feel was the crippling pain of loss. He'd never once shed a tear over his parents death. He'd never once let himself mourn them. So why was he suddenly so moved to mourn? The parents that had made him a killer; the woman that had made him want to be normal. He was stuck in between the two and it felt like he was being torn apart. 

For the first time since he was four years old, Oliver wept. For his parents, for himself, for Penny.

He only allowed it for a few moments, before carefully piecing together his Kevlar armor that had protected him all these years. And then, he exited the shower to face the rest of his miserable life alone.

Only to hear a knock at his door.

Who in this town could have wanted to talk to him? Certainly not Penny. He didn't know anyone else. Maybe it was the owners of the place coming to eject him already.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and shook the water out of his hair before going to the door and pulling it open, nearly knocked over in shock when he saw Penny standing there. He listened to her words. This was the first time she'd said anything about her past as well. And suddenly, things made a little more sense.

But the problem was, he didn't know how to make it better. For either of them. He couldn't take back what he'd done. He couldn't change who he'd been. "Pen..." he said softly, and then without a second thought, he reached out and pulled her to him, crashing his lips down upon hers. One of his hands cupped the back of her head as he pulled her into his hotel room and closed the door. He pressed her back against the door, his forehead resting against hers as his lips broke from hers.

He kept his eyes clamped shut as he let out a few breaths before speaking. "I don't want to be an island anymore," he said; his voice so soft it sounded like it would shatter. His hands now cupped her face as his eyes opened to gaze down into hers. He didn't. He didn't want to be what he'd been before. He wanted to be a man worthy of her.

[oliver-raskoph]

I Don't Want to be an Island || Penny & Oliver (closed)

[penelopebeckett]

For someone who was so pissed, Penny was remaining shockingly calm. She winced at the right moments, felt her belly growl lowly at others, but throughout his story, Penny’s ears remained intent on hanging on to every word he said. She believed him. Why else would he so so brutally honest with her if every terrible thing he was saying wasn’t the truth? His parents — she couldn’t even imagine — but then, she couldn’t even imagine that it would turn him into something she didn’t even know anymore. How could honesty be the best policy when it only hurt so much worse than a lie and a smile?

"I never even knew there were others like me," Penny whispered, more to herself than directed at him, eyes clouding over as she felt herself slide down the wall and plop to the ground. He was looking at her, and Penny felt for a moment just how disappointed in himself that she was in him, even if it wasn’t half as severe. He made the mistake of falling for her, just as she had made the mistake of falling in love with him. Her mother had tried to warn her about love, hadn’t she?

Penny remained silent, her tears falling in pathetic, fat globs onto her jeans as she processed. She should have been up on her feet, yelling and screaming and kicking. He’d ruined the lives of so many people — so many wolves, like her, who had done nothing wrong. Or maybe they had wronged. Maybe her species had it coming for a long time, but Penny had done nothing to provoke anyone or anything. Penny was insecure in her own skin enough without having Oliver there to watch her sit and cower like a dog with a broken leg. The analogy was more fitting than she cared to admit.

Oliver had killed. He loved her but he was a killer. Her Oliver. There were others out there just like him; killing and taking names of people she had never met but had felt more emotionally connected to now more than ever. Penny couldn’t hold in a soft sob, pulling her legs to her chest and her forehead between her knees as she held on to her own body so tightly, craving the contact of the warmth of her own skin. She wasn’t cut out for this. Not one bit.

"You should have just killed me," she spoke, an almost out-of-body experience as she surprised herself with her words. Penny brought her head back up and did the worst thing she could possibly do: she laughed. It was a broken and hollow shell of a laugh that sounded nothing like her own obnoxious snicker, but it was there. "How does this make anything easier or better? How am I supposed to keep going on with my life knowing all of this shit? I already hated the moonlight and despised my own skin before you came around and now I have to keep looking over my shoulder all the time because — because there are people like you out there who hate me for a lot less?” Penny’s voice cracked and it felt like she was being stabbed in the heart all over again as she gripped tightly at her tummy.

"It hurts, Ollie," she sighed, eyes shutting tight. "I love you and it really hurts."

[oliver-raskoph]

He didn't think that he could feel any worse about all this; and then she had to go and say that he should have killed her. And then follow it up with that laugh. That horrible, uncharacteristic laugh. That combination was worse to him than if someone had ripped his damn heart out. "Pen..." he said, crossing behind the counter and dropping down on his knees beside her. 

He wanted desperately to reach out and brush the tears from her face; or pull her into his arms and beg forgiveness. Something inside him told him it would only make it worse. After all, she wasn't the only one that looked at his hands and saw blood. He was all too acutely aware of what he'd done. How many Penny's had he taken from the world? How many loving and adoring boyfriends like himself had he left to grieve them? Oliver never knew self loathing until this moment.

"Pen, I..." he said, his eyes searching her face for some answer that he couldn't come up with on his own. "I'm so sorry," he finally said, "I never... I never wanted this to happen to you." Trying to ignore how red his hands looked to him, he reached out and brushed his fingers through the ends of her hair, "The last thing I ever wanted was for my love to hurt you..."

It was suddenly very clear to him. Coming here; it was wrong. He should have kept his pain to himself and let her move on. What was that song that was popular nowadays? Only know you love her when you let her go?

And as the song began to play in his head, he felt a new resolve come over him. Glancing once more at her, he stood. He pulled his eyes from hers and turned, walking back to where he'd left his bag. He picked it up and cleared his throat. He stared at the door he was about to walk out of. "My love is always going to hurt you, though," he said, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Even if I gave up hunting, like I'd planned, you'll always see all the people I murdered when you look at me. You'll always feel the pain of my betrayal. And if I love you like I claim, then... I need to let you move on and live the life you sought here. Without me."

He pressed his lips together and looked down at the floor, turning his head to the side so she could see at least one side of his face. "If there's a pack nearby, join it. Hunters tend to stay away from packs. Stay with the pack, Penny, and you'll never have to look over your shoulder again, I promise."

Oliver hesitated, struggling to find the resolve to actually walk out. "I hope that you find a way to be happy, Pen..." he said softly, feeling tears prick his eyes. "I'm sorry," he repeated, turned his face back towards the door and pushed himself forward, "Goodbye."

He walked out the door, glanced around and headed back on the same path towards town. He'd find a place to stay for the night, then go back to Chicago in the morning. He'd let her have the life she wanted. It was all that he and his bloodstained hands could do to offer her any semblance of happiness.

[destinyrachael]

A mix for Skye and Ward in S2. [x]

"You were like home to me.. and now I don’t recognize the street. "

[alina-aleksanders]

[oliver-raskoph]

I Don't Want to be an Island || Penny & Oliver (closed)

[penelopebeckett]

Penny’s eyes, wide as saucers, never left his own eyes as he spoke. She didn’t know if she was looking for the lie in his words, or if she was still amazed at the fact that he had traveled all this way just to mercilessly kill her in the small town of Oxford’s flower shop. Ethel and Marie would be so pissed if they found her dead.

Ultimately, Penny found herself growing weaker; she found herself believing him. Surely that made her weak, right? She had always been insecure in her own skin — but if she was gonna go; if she really was gonna die; if all that far she had of the good in people was really going to let her down, the least she could do was find out why.

Penny wiped at her eye with the back of her hand, turning away, suddenly ashamed of herself letting him see just how much he affected her. She kept to her perch next to the wall, still unwillingly to approach so they could speak at normal distance from one another, and her eyes trailed over the rest of him. They landed on his hands. He’d killed others like her, with those hands, hadn’t he? Not even three weeks prior she was holding those hands after she dragged him out to the farmer’s market. He’d held her face with those hands. Sometimes he made dinner with those hands, and the thought of those hands caked in the blood of another made her want to vomit. She never did finish her Dexter marathon. She didn’t think she could stomach it, now.

“Why?” she asked simply, hollowly as her gaze moved back to his face. “How can you love me but clearly not love what I am when you know I can’t change?” Penny barreled on. “How many others have there been? How long have you known about wolves? How many have you hurt or killed or maimed and how many did you hurt after you found out about me?” Penny raged, stepping towards him of her own accord.

[oliver-raskoph]

Okay, so they were going straight for the tough questions. Might as well get all the stuff she'd hate him for out in the open if she was ever going to forgive him, right? He had a feeling that his past was more than she could ever forgive. "You really want to know?" he asked her, and when she didn't answer, he let out a sigh.

He placed his hands flat on the counter, as if to steady himself. He thought over all of her questions as he stared down at the counter. "I couldn't tell you how many there have been, Pen. I've been doing this so long..." he let out a breath, "I've known about wolves since... Before I can even remember. I was raised to be this, to be who I am. I was taught from the moment I was born about the supernatural. At first, they just used me for identifying them; I was better than they were for some reason..."

He neglected to say parents, and instead just said them. "So there are probably hundreds more deaths on my shoulders than the ones I actually took with my own hands," he said, his eyes still on the counter, unable to look at her. "I... I didn't have a reason for doing what I do. Just that they told me to, that it was expected of me. It was... as normal to me as a parent wanting their kid to go to a good college, I... I don't know how to explain it."

He pushed back from the counter then and turned away from her. He didn't want her to see how his hands shook. "But then your kind gave me a reason. They murdered both of my parents; and I know it sounds stupid. Or maybe you think they got what was coming to them for what they'd done, but they were my parents. I was only eighteen, I..." He shook his head, "Besides them... Hunting was all I knew."

Oliver swallowed hard at the lump in his throat and then ran a hand down his face, turning and motioning towards her. "And then I met you, and I don't care who thinks it's stupid, but I believe in love at first sight, and I believe in people belonging together. And maybe it was love that blinded me at first; but I didn't see or feel or think about the things that made you what you are." His dark eyes bore into hers, "And once I did know, I was... Angry, depressed. How could I be so desperately in love with the very creatures I'd sworn to my parents that I would destroy? I didn't know what to do! All I knew was that... No matter what you were, I couldn't ever picture a world... without you in it."

He let out a shaky breath, "And then... Then you left. I couldn't just... I couldn't leave things like that. Even if you never want me again, Penny... I needed you to know that I loved you. And that it was real."

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