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Written in the Sand

IF you want to continue reading the book, I am not gonna post more on here; you can find it on AO3!! It may say that it’s on, for example, 3/?, but I guarantee you I have it all written out and just copying and pasting at this point https://archiveofourown.org/works/27323956 

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Explaining your story to a willing ear:

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Written in the Sand:

Summary: Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her friends had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. Her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, and bold, chose her under the very unusual circumstances.

Reading/Pairing: Hamish Duke X Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 2371 words

Warnings: Really none at this point.

A/N: Hello! This story is gonna be a long one with multiple parts. How many? I don’t know yet. Mazikeen is my character, I own her, and so, you know, don’t steal her. Here are the other part(s):

Part 1

When I came to, I was cold. I coughed as I sat up, looking around. This wasn't where I was last time. I was outside, on the earth, bare fucking naked. I visibly freaked out as I sat there, trying to conceal myself and wildly looking around to see if I can find my clothes. A sudden noise drew my attention as I froze, in horror.

Fuck! I can't let anyone see me like this! I thought as I got up and backed away behind some bushes. I watched as someone walked on a trail, looking around. He was tall, well dressed, and had dirty blond hair. He seemed confused as he looked around. When I saw his face, I literally couldn't breath. He was beautiful. I say beautiful because he is; his face is kind of round, his jaw is soft yet sharp enough to cut paper, and his eyes are a blue-grey.

His eyes fixated where I had been before, seeing red liquid, and followed the trail to where I was. I mentally freaked out as he gradually grew closer to me.

Please don't find me, please don't find me, I chanted in my head as I cowered down in the bushes as he walked by. He hesitated near my hiding place, walking a slow circle.

"Hello? Anyone here?" He asked. "I promise I won't hurt you," He said, a little quieter. I didn't move. I couldn't out of fear. When his back was to me, I slowly scooted away, and, to my dismay, made a sound. Cliché as it is, a twig snapped under my palm. The man cocked his head subtly and turned around facing my direction.

Oh shit. I thought.

My heart was banging against my ribcage by now. Maybe if I don't move, he won't see me, I thought innocently. The man approached the bushes in front of me, peering over them with ease because of his height. My body shook. He'll think I'm crazy or on drugs. I thought. Or both.

I tried to cover my naked body with what little I could, but it was inevitable. HE saw me, and without hesitation, he walked up and crouched. I gave a visible flinch, not knowing what he was gonna do or say.

"Are you all right?" He asked, concerned. "It's freezing out here! What happened?" The man began to shrug off his jacket, handing it to me. I was baffled. He didn't even mind that I was naked. In front of him nonetheless.

He might be gay then, I instantly thought. "T-thanks?" I said, more of a question than a statement. The man nodded, getting up and giving out his hand. I took it without a word, being helped up. We said nothing as we stood there, a foot or so apart, staring at each other.

"What happened?" The man repeated. I just shook my head. "You're guess is as good as mine," I gave a weak laugh. The man stared at me. I realized how I must have looked to him. Crazy and naked out in the forest.

"Do you happen to know where I am?" I asked, trying to get this meeting over as soon as possible.

The man looked at me a moment longer before turning away his gray-blue gaze. "You're at Belgrave University," He said. I stared at him, my mouth partially open. "What?" I exclaimed. I was far from home.

"You seemed surprised," The man observed. "You're not a student here?" He asked. I merely shook my head. "No," I was internally freaking out. How did I end up here? I tried to remember anything before this moment. 

Walking up to the door, I opened it. Inside were odd things, furniture covered, windows boarded up, and some boxes. One was in the middle, and on top was a journal-

My memory was interrupted by the man. "Are you okay?" He asked. I looked back at him. "Yeah," I said quietly, then more confidently, "Yeah, I was just trying to remember how I got here," I gave a small and guarded smile. 

The man gave me a look; a believing look. "I understand," He said. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

At first I didn't understand the question. It seemed foreign. 

"What?" I asked, confused for a minute. The man looked at me and spoke slowly. "Do you have a place to stay at?" I shook my head in response. "No," I said. What am I gonna do?! I can't go wandering around naked! I mentally freaked out.

"Follow me," The man said, and began to walk away. I almost laughed.

 "Uh, excuse me," I said, getting his attention. "But I don't know about you, and I mean no offense," I pointed out. "But for all I know you might be a serial killer," The man gave a chuckle, one I assume he doesn't do often. 

"Well, I can assure you that I am not a serial killer," He said. I somehow believed him. "And as for knowing me, my name is Hamish," The man--now known as Hamish--said, looking back at me. "And you are?" 

I hesitated. The logical side of me was screaming at me to run. To not say or reveal anything. But the illogical part is whispering to do the opposite. 

"My name is Mazikeen," I finally said, deciding to share my name. Hamish gave a nod.

"Well, Mazikeen, it's nice to meet you," He said, inclining his head a little bit. I couldn't help but give a small smile as I put one foot in front of the other. We walked in silence, not saying anything until we came in view of an abandoned looking house.

"I dare you to go into that abandoned house on Magnolia Drive," Taunted Abigail. Abigail was one of my friends. She always was a motor mouth and never knew what she was saying before she said it.

"Yeah, don't you want to see what's inside?" another one of my friends said.

"Maybe she's scared," Said another. "Look at her, her face is white!" They all laughed. I ground my teeth together, and determinedly decided that I would go into that spooky house one way or another. 

Hamish was by the porch, looking at me. "Mazikeen? Are you all right?" He asked, noticing that I faltered. I gave him a quick smile. "Yeah," I said, walking up the porch. Inside the house wasn't as abandoned as the exterior seemed to be. It was homey, in that, clubhouse sort of way.

I slowly looked around, going into what seems to be the living room. There was a bar of sorts to the right of me, a couch in front of me along with some chairs, and a fireplace along the right wall.

Hamish cleared his throat as he stood in the doorway. "You can, uh, get cleaned up in there," He said, pointing to a bathroom. I gave a smile as I walked past, and entered the bathroom. A knock on the door sounded, and Hamish's voice said, "I'm gonna go and get you some clothes that might fit you," He hesitated before saying, "I'm gonna go and, uh, grab them now,"

I heard his footsteps retreat up the stairs in the main entry. I gave a sigh and looked in the mirror. I gave out a gasp at how I looked. "Holy shit," I muttered under my breath. I looked horrible. I had blood on my chest and chin, as well as the rest of my body.

"What have I done?" I asked myself as I turned on the water and used a black towel. Hope he doesn't mind that I use this...I thought as I cleaned myself up. I was down to my legs when a knock sounded. 

"I got some clothes here for you, Mazikeen." Hamish said at the door. I cracked it open to see him standing there, clothes folded in his hands. I took them with a "Thanks" and closed the door.

The jeans were a little tight, but they would work, and the shirt was a button down and was extremely baggy and smelled like... mint and rain? I looked into the mirror and saw how baggy it really was, so I tied the shirt around my waist so it was like a crop top. I took a deep breath, putting on the jacket that Hamish gave me, and walked out the bathroom. I didn't see him in the foyer, so I walked into the living room. I saw him behind the bar area making himself a drink. My heart thundered at the sight of him.

I walked up and gave a smile, down casting my eyes. "Thanks for the clothes," I said quietly, standing there awkwardly. Hamish gave a nod, gesturing to the glass. "Want one?" He asked.

I gave a shake of my head. "No, but thanks," I said, still not looking at him. I could feel my face heating up as I stood there. "Well, uh, I gotta get going," I said, risking a look up to look at Hamish. He was standing there looking at me, with the glass to his lips. His eyes bored holes into me as he stayed silent.

"Where will you go?" He asked, seemingly curious.

I gave a shrug. "I don't really know how I got here, but I sure as hell can find my way back," I said determinedly. Just as Hamish was opening his mouth to speak, the door flung open and came walking in a skinny, lanky, goofy kid. Well, to me he was a kid; he had curly hair and had this immature aura around him, yet he seemed mature at the same time.

"Hey, Hamish, you here?" He asked, walking into the living room. He hadn't seen me yet, as he was focused on trying to find Hamish. "Okay, good, you're here. Lil-" He broke off as he caught sight of me. "Hey, Hamish, who's this?" He asked, confused. "And why is she here," He said, giving Hamish a tense smile, eyes wide.

"I found her," Hamish stated simply. "She was out in the woods here, lost and, uh-" He cut himself off as he looked at this new person, obviously not wanting to say how he had found me. The guy gave a nod, looking at me. "Oh, if Hamish found you and didn't chase you off, then I guess you're good. Names Randall by the way," He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake it. I hesitated before I took his hand in mine in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you, Randall," I said quietly. "My name is Mazikeen,"

"Wow, great name!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, making me smile. Randall seemed like a good guy, and already I felt at ease with this goofball. He reminded me of my best friend back in Oregon before I moved.

"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say. I took my hand back as well as a step, and looked between the two. "I've got to be going now," I said, looking at my feet and chewing on my bottom lip.

As I started to walk away, another person walked in through the open doorway. This time it was a girl with black hair and fiery eyes. She was shorter than I was, but not by much.

"Who the fuck is this?" She demanded, looking at Randall and Hamish. "What's she doing here-" She cut herself off as she looked at my appearance, then her eyes seemed to glow with rage. "In my pants?" She practically growled out. She gave me a kidney melting glare as I stood there frozen for a minute. Then, out of reaction, I took on a defensive stance, angling my body in front of the two men, who are clearly capable of taking off themselves, to shield them from this girl's anger.

Randall, peeking out from behind me, gave the girl a shit-eating grin. "Hey, Lilith! This is Mazikeen, Hamish found her out in the woods.”

Lilith didn't back off or apologize, though the fire in her eyes died down a little. "That still doesn't explain why she's in my jeans or in Hamish's shirt," She pointed out ruthlessly, giving both boys a pointed, and still angry, ready-to-rip-your-throats-out, look.

I gave a silent growl, anger gripping my limbs. Lilith all of a sudden went slack-jawed. "Did you guys see that?" She exclaimed, all of a sudden kinda shaken up.

I glanced back at Hamish and Randall in confusion. They both looked at me with similar expressions. "Okay, what is it guys?" I said, calming down. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um, Hamish, did you know this?" Randall asked, his voice wavering and a look of confusion. Hamish shook his head, baffled. "No, I didn't," He said. "Though it would explain why she was naked in the woods," He said, looking at his friends. I gave him an angry glare, rage boiling inside my chest.

"You have no shame, what's so ever," I said angrily to Hamish, my voice growing dangerous. "You can't just tell people about that without asking me!"

Lilith grew tense and Randall looked uneasy. "Hey, maybe you should calm down, okay?" Randall said, trying to smooth things out. "We don't want anyone getting killed or anything," He tried to joke. I turned my glare at him. He shrank away behind Lilith. 

I felt rage build in me. How dare Hamish humiliate me?! He shouldn't have done that! It wasn't his place to say that, I wanted to rip someone's throat out. I felt my body ache and burn. I stumbled back, my back hurting and my teeth seeming like it was being yanked out by a dentist. I gave out a whimper as my body began to burn and hurt.

"Mazikeen, you have to calm down," Someone said, their voice distorted and far away. All I could feel was pain. All I could hear is the blood rushing in my ears. I don't know if I screamed, or if I imagined it, but as soon as the pain and burn came, it went and so did my common sense.

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Written in the Sand:

Summary: Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her friends had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. Her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, and bold, chose her under the very unusual circumstances.

Reading/Pairing: Hamish Duke X Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 806 words

Warnings: Really none at this point.

A/N: Hello! This story is gonna be a long one with multiple parts. How many? I don’t know yet. Mazikeen is my character, I own her, and so, you know, don’t steal her. The picture is one off of google, and the hide is made from the new site coming out called Wolvden! Hope you guys enjoy this! I am putting a lot of thought into this story so let’s hope I don’t get unmotivated lmfao

This is Mazikeen Sage! Instead of the grey-ish eyes, she has Ice blue ones! Her wolf form however, does have those colored eyes shown below on this reference picture!

This is Spitfire! Picture this as a hide and how the wolves look on the show!

Hide: Part one

I’ve always wondered what was behind the creaky old door of the old abandoned house on Magnolia drive. The windows were boarded up, but not well. It looked as if whoever did it was in a great hurry. I had assumed the doors would be locked, so I never even tried to go in the spooky looking house. 

Until tonight.

Tonight was the only night when I almost chickened out on a dare. And I never really chicken out of one. I looked back at my supposed friends at the time who had dared me to go in. They reminded me of tantalizing snakes, whispering that ‘everything was gonna be okay’ and ‘not to worry’. 

Damn was I ever a fool.

Passing the threshold, I gave a shiver. The ones where you know you aren’t supposed to be there, or that you’re doing something wrong. I ignored it as I went in deeper, going towards the once-grand staircase that lazily winds around. As I walked up the creaky steps, I looked around at the undisturbed dust and items.

Must have been here for centuries! I thought, probably being off with the timeline. I ascended the stairs slowly, looking up and down the hallway. I decided to go right, there was a single door there, looming, and seeming to guard secrets.

I opened the door, it gave a loud and unsettling groan, protesting against the use. Inside the room was furniture covered in aged off-white sheets, termite-eaten wood furniture, and an old, square box in the center, up against the wall between two boarded up windows. 

Curios about the box, I walked over. The box was beautiful for how long it was there. It had delicate carvings that looked fierce, with it’s once vibrant cherry wood. On top was a deep red leather bound book with a layer of dust on it. I picked it up and began to read the first section, the writing in small, rushed handwriting.

December 19

I tried to tell them. But it never seemed right at the time. I should’ve when I had the chance, and now they are all dead. What am I gonna do? Running isn’t an option. No matter where I run, the ringing always finds me.

It is inevitable to say the least. This… Hide makes me do things when that happens. That dreadful ringing. 

I skipped ahead in the book, where there was different handwriting, one seeming like it was written by a female.

April 9th

Spitfire has a way of wanting to do things her way. She is unpredictable that way. When I first accepted the call, I found out rather quickly that when my family was threatened, she didn’t like it. 

When it became apparent that, on top of my own maternal instincts, it fueled her fire. I enjoy it, actually. Today I tracked down a black magic user, one who didn’t know what they were doing actually, and slain them.

That handwriting abruptly stopped. There were a few entries before this one with similar handwriting, but after that, nothing more of it. Swirling cursive caught my attention, making me read another entry.

July 3

Today is the day we execute our plan. Our plan might prove fatal, but it’s what needs to be done to ensure future knights their safety. The magic users are getting more and more advanced, making all of us shift more frequently. It’s not the best plan we have had, but it will have to do. 

Later this evening we, the rest of the pack, will have to go and get in positions. So, Charlie, if you ever find this and I never returned, just know that I love you and I am doing this to protect you. Take care of our daughter, and make sure she never knows of this burden.

I sat there, tears springing to my eyes as I read that last part. But one question rose in my mind. What are they talking about?

I was so lost in thought I barely noticed the box thumping, like something wants to get set free. “What the hell?” I asked myself, leaning closer to take a look. My mind screamed at me to run, but my curiosity rooted me to the ground. All of a sudden, the lid of the box flew open, and all was silent.

I peered into the black abyss of the box, only to get thrown back by a force so strong and crushing, it hurt. Pain seared into me as I struggled to move. A smoky and sickly sweet scent flooded my nostrils as I thrashed. Oddly enough it reminded me of campfires and s’mores. My skin burned and crawled as I let out an ear splitting scream. I couldn’t move.

Then, all at once, blackness enveloped me into its’ welcoming embrace.

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Me: This scene is so boring and hard to write.

My brain: Just skip it? Scenes can be written in non-chronological order.

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Tiniest glint of Hope:

Reading: Daddy!Protective!Pansexual!Hamish Duke X Little!Trans!Reader (FTM)

Warnings: Hard/Soft Core Fluff | Profanity | Soft Violence | Slurs (Fag, Queer, Etc.) |

Summary: Hamish and Y/N Have never met before in their life. Maybe in class, but that doesn't really count considering he is your professor. You liked Professor Duke in a way that isn't appropriate for school. But who's to judge you? As the weeks went by, A few male students have been picking on you; they were hearing rumors that you were a girl and now wanting to be a guy. What happens when they get too physical?

Word Count: 2443 words

Abbreviations: Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Color | E/C Eye Color | Y/L/N = Your Last Name

A/N: If you want more content, comment below! I love to hear from you guys!! I might make another part to this, so watch out for it in the near future!!

I have been in this class for a while now. This was Ethics, one of the classes I just got signed up for because I had some free room in my schedule. And boy was it the best decision of my life. The only problem was that there were a couple of boys in the class who liked to harass me. One time they even tried lifting up my shirt to see if I had tits. Which I don't, since my parents saved up for me to have top surgery.

Best day of my life.

Now, I sit in Ethics, listening to Professor Duke talk about things I don't really understand, but I jot down the notes anyways. When The professor turned around to write something on the white-board, something was thrown at me. It hit me on the left side of my head and I gave a very low, very quiet growl out of reaction.

What was their problem? I thought as I picked up the waded piece of paper and read it.

Dear Loser, You will never be a guy. Signed, real guys.

I rolled my eyes and crumpled it up again, glaring at the small group of boys that are a few tables away. That made them all laugh.

"Ms.- er, Mr. Y/L/N? Something you want to share with the class?" Professor Duke asked, his face showing mild curiosity and concern. I shook my head. "No," I said in a quiet voice. I never liked being called on, especially in class.

Professor Duke gave a shrug, and resumed his lecture. I sulked in my seat until the bell rang for class to be over. As soon as it did, I was up and out of my seat and heading for the door. When I reached the hallway, I looked around to see if anyone was there.

Coast being clear, I leaned against the wall for physical and emotional support. I wanted to cry. It was too much. The paper was still clutched in my shaking hand as I thought about it. And the more I thought about it, the more angrier and pissed off I got.

Suddenly, hands were on me. Boisterous laughter carried through the halls as I was dragged into the boys bathroom and shoved up against one of the walls. Whoever it was had ahold of my shirt and my glasses were knocked off, making the figures fuzzy.

But I can only imagine who it could be, based on drowning in cheap cologne and testosterone. I tried to scream, but a hand was over my mouth.

"Scream and you'll get hurt," One said gruffly.

"Hey, boys, shall we see if this 'man' has tits?" The one holding me asked the others. I began to cry as I tried to kick at my captor. I bit the boys' hand, and he gave a yelp as he drew it back out of reaction. This gave me enough time to give out a scream before the boy popped me in the face with his palm. When he did that, I felt my nose bleed, it running down my 'Doctor Who' shirt. By this time I was hyperventilating, my lungs refusing to bring in air.

I needed my inhaler.

"What did I fucking tell you, you fag?" the boy hissed in my ear. "Fucking queers thinking they can do whatever they want, and whoever they want-" The boy raised his fist this time, intending on hitting me, but was stopped as the bathroom door opened. I didn't see anything except a blurry figure, but the voice sounded so familiar.

"What's going on in here, boys?" Professor Duke asked. "I really hope you're not picking on Y/N."

The boy holding me dropped me real fast. "No, we were just showing this fa- I mean, we were talking to Y/N ," He said. I took a deep breath as they backed away and past the Professor.

As they left the bathroom, Professor Duke rushed over to me where I was heavily leaning on the wall trying to bring air into my lungs. I fumbled for my backpack, trying to get my inhaler out, but my hands were shaking too hard for me to grab ahold of anything. My shallow breaths quickened as I tried to breath, fear taking hold of me and making my breathing worse.

I'm gonna die.

Professor Duke's hands found mine as he looked at me. "Hey, it's okay," He said quietly, taking my bag and sifting through it to find my inhaler. Once he found it he helped me use it, taking two deep breaths.

"T-thank you, Professor D-Duke," I stuttered out, my heart beginning to stop racing in panic. The professor gave a shrug. "It was nothing," He said, giving a sweet smile. "Did you need me to walk you to. . . somewhere?" He asked.

"No, i-it's fine-" I cut myself off as I heard the bathroom door open. I jumped at the sudden noise, flinching. Professor Duke noticed and faced the person who was there, standing in front of me protectively.

"Oh, hey Hamish," The person said. He was tall, had dark, short hair, and had that goofy aura around him. Other than that, he was a blur without my glasses. This person obviously knew him well enough to be on a first name basis.

What if he's gay? The thought came fully formed in my head, and I pondered it.

"Hey, Randall," Professor Duke said, which I almost missed. "What are you doing in the bathroom?" Randall asked. "Isn't it a bit too, unsavvy for your taste?" He joked.

Obviously Randall hadn't seen me yet, considering how small I am compared to Professor Duke. "Um, I was helping out Y/N. Some guys took her- I mean, them in here to do... I don't know what," He replied, stepping out of the way so this Randall person could see me. Randall's eyes widened as they saw me.

"Dude, you gotta wash your face," Randall said, stating the obvious.

"Thanks, Sherlock," I mumbled sarcastically. "Anyone seen my glasses? They were knocked off and I can't really see without them," I asked the two. Both guys started to look. Professor Duke found them outside of the bathroom on the ground. "Here," he said gently, holding them up for me to take the gold blurry shape I knew was my glasses. My glasses looked like those ones my grandparents wore, and when I saw them in gold, I had to take them. I didn't care how I looked, I loved them that much.

Finally being able to see, I looked at both my Professor and his friend Randall. Randall was kind of cute, in that goofy, puppy sort of way.

I turned around and began to clean myself up. I first did my nose, which didn't take long, and then I started to wipe the blood off of my shirt.

"You guys don't have to be here," I said, not looking at them, but through the mirror. "Thank you for coming to my aide, Profe-" I was cut off by Professor Duke. "Please, call me Hamish," he said.

"Okay, Hamish, thanks for coming to my aide, but you don't have to be here puppy guarding me." I finished, not looking up and focusing on my shirt.

Hamish and Randall both gave a laugh. Once it had died down, Randall said, "Let Ham take you home, it will be much safer for you,"

Hamish gave Randall a look of 'why did you do that?' and looked back at me. I could have sworn there was a glitter off hope in his eyes.

I gave it some thought. I want him to walk me home, but at the same time it would be a big waste of time for him...

"Ah, what the hell," I finally said. "You can walk me home, I guess," I almost didn't catch the smirk that Randall gave Hamish, and in return, Hamish's glare. I gave it no thought as I grabbed my bag, tossing my inhaler into it, and walked out of the bathroom with both boys in tow behind me.

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On the walk to my housing, things were quiet.

"If you don't want to walk me home, I get it, you can leave," I said, anxious thoughts making me think I am a waste of time. Hamish stopped, causing me to stop as well. I looked over at him.

"Hey, I want to do this. If I didn't, trust me, you'll know," Hamish said. We continued walking in silence, until this time, he broke it.

"Do you always get bullied like that?" Hamish asked.

"Yeah, most times though it's notes, rude comments, or drawings. It was never like that, though." I responded. "That was a first," I joked uneasily.

"What kind of notes? Like the one today you were reading in class?" He asked, this time there was a hint of a growl. Weird.

"Yeah, I still have it for some reason-" I pulled out the wade of paper and handed it to Hamish, our hands brushing for a moment. He read it and as he did, his hands curled into fists. "Fucking idiots," he seemed to growl.

I saw his eyes flash a light blue, then back to his regular blue-grey. I think I'm smoking too much weed, I thought as I quickly looked away. "How long has this been going on?" Hamish asked, crumpling the paper in his fists.

"For a few weeks now. It was whenever those morons heard that I had gotten top surgery-" I cut myself off. "I don't think you really want to hear about it," I mumbled, looking away and picking up my pace.

Hamish easily caught up to me, his long legs eating up the distance fairly easy. "No, I asked. What's 'top surgery'?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, uh, top surgery is when a, um, girl like myself doesn't want breasts anymore-" I gave a sigh. "I'm bad at explaining things," I said. "It's like... reconstructing your chest to accommodate for what you want," I said, looking down at my shoes.

"I think I got it," Hamish said. "You don't want to be a girl anymore, right?" He asked. I gave him a nod. "Yeah. It never really felt right," I said, giving a smile. "I don't really care what people call me really, if they knew me as a girl before, and they slip up and call me 'her' or 'she', I wouldn't care. It's just how people disrespect me, like those boys, that bothers me," I said.

Hamish looked at me with soft eyes. "I promise that it will never happen again," I scoffed. "What will you do? Walk me everywhere?" I asked, jokingly. "I don't think that would be wise, considering that you are a teacher and all, kids will start talking,"

"Let them talk then," Hamish said, strolling to a stop. I stopped in front of him. "Why do you care so much about me anyways?"

Hamish seemed torn in telling me something. He finally gave a sigh, opening his mouth. "Well," He started slowly. "What if-" He cut himself off and rethought what he was gonna say. "What if I liked you?"

"Are we speaking hypothetically? Or reality?" I asked. "Cause I highly doubt reality," I scoffed. Hamish didn't laugh. "Oh, you're actually serious-" I sat down on a nearby picnic table, looking at the guy in front of me. "What makes you like me? Hypothetically speaking, of course," I added.

"Well," Hamish said, sitting beside me on the picnic table. "I like your quirkiness," he said. "I also like that you are a lover and put people before yourself," I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah?" I asked, looking at the blond boy sitting beside me.

Hamish gave a nod. "Yeah," he said, looking back at me. "You don't mind that I am trans?" I asked him, our faces inches away from each other.

"No," He whispered just as he closed the gap and kissed me. I was stunned for a minute, thinking that this might be just a dream and I'll wake up. Hamish seemed to notice my hesitance and began to pull away. I quickly pulled him closer and kissed him back. Hamish smiled and we moved our lips in sync with each other. After a moment, we pulled apart.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, not looking at Hamish. He didn't say anything as we both sat there, not knowing what to say, and if we did, not knowing how to say it.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Hamish asked. "Like, go out to dinner or get a drink?"

I looked at him with a smile. "Sure, why the fuck not, right?" I said, laughing. We both got up and continued to walk to my place. Halfway there, somehow, we ended up holding hands. As we reached the door, Hamish and I stopped. He faced me as I stood there, not wanting to go inside alone.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Hamish murmured softly. I shifted my weight from my right foot to my left awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, looking down at my shoes once more.

I felt fingers lift my chin up so I could look Hamish in the eyes. "I also guess this is goodnight," He whispered. I only gave a nod, unable to trust my voice. Hamish bent down and placed his lips on mine softly. My breath hitched as he bit my bottom lip.

I stood there, with my Ethics professor, kissing him goodnight. What a wild thing to think about, I thought as I kissed him back. Pulling away, I looked into his blue-grey eyes as he looked into my Y/E/C eyes.

"I'll, uh, see you tomorrow, Hamish," I said, backing up and running into the wall with my back. I dug through my pocket and got out my keys. I swiftly got them in and unlocked the door while Hamish stood there watching with an amused look. I walked inside, but turned around and gave him a smile.

"Good night, Y/N," Hamish said in response as I looked at him. He turned and walked away, so I closed my door. I hit my back against it, sliding down the grain of the wood as I thought about today's events. Did I really kiss Hamish? I asked myself, touching my lips with the tips of my fingers.

I gave a squeal in delight as I sat there.

I kissed Hamish Duke.

It finally dawned on me that he might actually feel the same way as I feel about him.

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Someone better gif the fuck out of Hamish

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They better or I will cry-

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Drinks on Me

Reading: Drunk!Hamish Duke X Fem!Chubby!Werewolf!Drunk!Reader

Warnings: Hard Core Smut | Soft Fluff | Profanity | Randall

Summary: Hamish and Y/N are friends. Strictly that. Y/N has been a part of the group for nearly six months now, but she can't help how her feelings for Hamish grew over the past months. Hamish is the same, though he can't bring himself to say how he feels. When he's sober, at least. After a successful hunt, Hamish, Y/N, Randall, Lilith, and Jack all go out for drinks. By last call, it's just her and Hamish in the bar, and things escalated pretty quickly.

Word Count: 2824 words

Abbreviations: Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Color | E/C Eye Color | Y/F/A = Your Favorite Actor/Actress

A/N: I haven't watched the Order in forever, so don't mind the mistakes in the characters in how they act and talk. I will re edit it when I can lmfao. If you want a part two, then ask!

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I walked into the abandoned house, feeling like my limbs were gonna fall off. Hamish, Randall, Lilith and Jack filed in after me. They weren't as tired as I was, but still, they needed to rest. I have been with them for nearly six months--the best six months of my life actually. Me and Randall are good friends, making jokes and having a good time with creating jokes as well, Lilith likes to hang out with me and talk about random things, and Jack likes that I help tutor him in history, a class which he has no sense in.

Hamish on the other hand, likes that I can hold my liquor as much as he can, which makes me the perfect drinking buddy. Us two have been friends about a month or two ago when he realized that I have great taste in alcohol. Little did he know that I have a huge crush on him since the minute I first laid my eyes on him.

Now, I just try to avoid him because of that. But sometimes it's inevitable, with the whole "Magik makes us wolf out" thing. And it's beyond embarrassing whenever I have to change back because I'm pretty self conscious about my body.

Tonight, though, I felt good. I didn't even mind that Hamish walked past me to get something, or that he had the idea to celebrate the evening's work at the bar, instead of here at the old house. I agreed because why not? We all earned it, so why not go out and just have fun?

As I walked, I was slower than the rest only because I was still tired, and, compared to them, I wasn't as fit. I was considered chubby, with big thighs and weighed at least two-hundred and fifty pounds. I never liked that I wasn't as skinny like the other girls, or that I slowed them all down, but they didn't seem to mind.

When we all walked into the bar, we took our designated seats in the back; Lilith to my right, Randall to my left, Jack to his left, and Hamish to Lilith's right. This time I was paying since Randall did last time, so I got up and ordered for everyone. For me, personally, my choice of poison was tequila, My personal favorite other than whiskey or a Bloody Mary. Tonight I felt like the clear, honest liquid was good instead of the warm amber.

Going back to the table, all of us sat and waited for our drinks, and by passing time, we all talked about the latest accomplishment we all had made tonight.

"Did you see the look on that dude's face when we ambushed him?" Randall laughed.

"Yeah, that was pretty funny," Jack said in response.

"I would have preferred if we killed him." Lilith sighed, disappointment clear in her voice. I gave a laugh. "Now, Lil, what would that have accomplished?" I responded.

"Self satisfaction," She replied with a smile in my direction. We all laughed just as our drinks were given to us. I remembered what they all liked, so there were no complaints. I usually have the whisky or beer, and I guess they weren't used to me having the tequila shots in front of me, because Hamish piped up, "You drink tequila, Y/N?"

I gave a nod. "Yeah, but not that much. I reserve it for special occasions when I want to not feel pain-" I cut myself off. I have never really explained my past, and I wasn't gonna start now.

Hamish gave me a funny look before taking a swig of his drink. I quickly downed my first shot in one foul swoop.

It burned on the way down just as I remembered.

After a few hours in, Randall excused himself, explaining that he has to wake up early tomorrow for an early class, and Lilith quickly added that she needs to go as well. Jack stayed for another fifteen minutes until he got a message saying he was needed somewhere, so it was now just me and Hamish. I had ordered a couple more shots, this time a lemon drop, and downed one when they was in front of me. All was silent between me and Hamish before he first spoke.

"Y/N?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I asked in return, my voice sounding slow.

"Hypothetically speaking, what would you say if someone asked you to kiss him?" He asked, obviously drunk. For some reason I laughed at that. "Well, it depends on that someone," I murmured. "If it was Y/F/A, then hell yeah I would," I said, laughing about my favorite actor/actress.

"What if I said that person was me?" He asked, now at the seat Lilith was in earlier.

I stopped laughing now and was looking in his blue-grey eyes. "Then I would still say 'yes'," I whispered. Hamish looked at me, his pupils dilated from either alcohol, or something else entirely.

Without warning, Hamish leaned forward, and his lips met mine. Oh my God, I thought. Is this real or is this because of the tequila?

Whatever it was, I kissed back. It was a sweet kiss, nothing special, but to me it was world turning. I have imagined a thousand times about kissing this dirty blond, but it was never like this.

And it was over too soon.

He pulled away and looked at me, almost expecting me to say or do something. When I didn't, he gave a sigh. "This was a-"

"A what? A mistake?" I cut him off. "From where I am sitting, that was the best thing in my whole life," I said, smiling coyly at him.

"Really?" He asked, bewildered. I gave a nod. "I thought you would never do that, to be honest. I always thought that you were more of a..." I trailed off, trying to think of a word for his 'type' of women. When I didn't find one, I said, "'Not me' kind of girl,"

Hamish's eyes widened at that. "What do you mean? I've always liked you, Y/N"

I was drowning my second lemon drop when I almost choked on it. "You like me?" I asked. I was shocked. No one, to my knowledge, has liked my, especially the ones that I liked. Hamish gave a sheepish nod, looking at me with big, blue-grey eyes.

"Ever since I first met you, actually." He said. "Well, not ever since, but pretty close."

My mind was reeling at the fact that we, Hamish and I, are sitting here, drunk, talking about feelings. "You actually like me?" I whispered, looking away and at my hands.

"Why wouldn't I?" he said, trying to look me in the eyes.

"Because I'm..." I mumbled the last part, softly enough so he couldn't hear. "What was that?" He asked.

I looked up, my eyes glittering with sadness. "I said because I'm- I'm fat and I'm ugly," I said, my cheeks reddening as I was getting up to escape this situation. But before I could leave to the bathroom, a hand clasped around my wrist like handcuffs. I looked back to see Hamish standing and holding my wrist.

"No, you're not. You are Y/N," He murmured. "You might not see what I see, but you are beautiful on the inside as well as the outside,"

Now I was crying. My eyes were slightly blurred, making Hamish look faceless for a moment before I wiped my eyes with my sleeve. "Really?" I asked, unsure of what to think.

Hamish gave a nod. "Of course," he whispered.

I gave a sad smile. "Can you, um, let go of my wrist?" I asked quietly. He quickly let go of my wrist, and instead smoothing down his shirt.

"I'm gonna, um, go to the bathroom," I stated, downing my last shot so as to not waste it. Hamish gave a nod as I turned to walk away.

Walking in the direction of the bathroom, I was stumbling, having drank too much. Shit, this is embarrassing, I thought as I almost tripped over my own feet. Hamish was soon there to catch me.

"T-thanks," I said, embarrassment clear in my voice.

Hamish shrugged. "It was nothing. Here," He said. "Let me walk you to the bathroom," Hamish had his arm around my waist, helping me to the all gender bathroom. Once there, he helped me inside the big bathroom and over to the counter where the sink is so I can steady myself. "Thank you, Hamish," I said gratefully, smiling.

He just looked at me, raking his eyes down my figure with dilated pupils. We didn't move for a moment, until I moved forward to him just as he was moving towards me.

Our lips locked and our hands trailing over each other. He lifted me up with ease onto the counter, his hands ending up on my hips as we made out. He grinded his clothed core with mine, making me gasp. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing it with my own.

Hamish then pulled away briefly to lock the bathroom door, and was back to me, his hands going under my shirt and going over the ridges of my body. I nipped his lip as he began to trail his nails down my back lightly, making me shiver. I unbuttoned his trousers just as he unbuttoned my jeans, taking me off the counter and pushing me up against the wall. He held my hands up above my head with one hand as he held my hip with the other.

Hamish kissed down my neck, leaving a trail of love bites wherever his mouth went. I gave a silent moan as he found the sensitive part of my neck. Without a word, he shoved down his trousers as well as my jeans, and lifted me back up onto the counter. His eyes were now a blue of only his wolf hide, Tundra, can manage. Mine turned a E/C as Anastasia, my wolf hide, began to be more prominent like Hamish's. He began to thrust in me, holding on to my hips as I kicked my shoes and jeans off so I could wrap my legs around his waist so he could get a better angle. I gave a low growl/moan as he proceeded, loving every second of this.

It wasn't before I felt Hamish go faster, and I was scrabbling for something to grip as pleasure filled my whole body, that I realized he was reaching his climax. Just as he released I gave a loud and unexpected moan.

"Fuck, Hamish. . ." I bucked my hips upwards with him still inside of me, me riding out my climax as well as his. Every thrust he did sent a ripple of pleasure through me as he hit my g-spot. I began to grind against him as he did me, our bodies close together as I clawed at his back and he pulling my hair. "Fuck. . ." We both repeated, more so me than him.

Once he was done, he slowly pulled out of me, panting. I sat there, on the counter, a pool of liquid dripping from between my legs with my head resting against his shoulder and neck. My breathing was rapid like Hamish's.

When he pulled away enough to just rest his forehead on mine, I saw his eyes change back from the bright blue to his normal and beautiful blue-grey. I can only assume mine went back from E/C to my normal Y/E/C.

When Hamish finally caught his breath, he gave a deep sigh, his breath smelling of alcohol as he gave a breathy laugh. "Guess this ended well," He commented. I laughed, my eyes closing briefly. "It definitely did," I replied.

After a moment of him giving me a quick kiss, Hamish helped me off of the counter on shaky legs so I could get dressed as well as he did, and we exited the bathroom together, heading outside to go to the place where we feel most at home and comfortable.

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A few days later it was official. Well, not really official. We stole little moments together whether it be in the bedroom, or secret kisses between when people weren't looking, or when we were alone together. Randall was the first to comment on our weird behavior.

"So, like, what's going on," He gestured between us, Hamish at the bar and I on the couch. Randall looked between us, eyebrows raised. Lilith and Jack weren't home at the time, so it was just me, Randall, and Hamish.

"What are you talking about?" Hamish said with a questionable look, trying to play it off as coolly as he could.

"Come on, Hamish. Don't play dumb with me. I can see something's changed between you two," Randall stated. "And I don't know if it's good or not-" He cut himself off as I spoke.

"Dude, Randall, think about it. If there was anything going on between us, you'd be the first to know," I said, getting up and grabbing the made drink Hamish made for himself. He gave me a face that said 'really?'

Randall considered this for a moment. "You know, I guess you're right, Y/N," He said as he grabbed his coat, heading for the door.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Hamish asked.

"Experimenting," Was all Randall said before he walked outside and closed the door.

Hamish and I exchanged glances of pure confusion before bursting into a laughing fit. "Weird," I commented. Hamish agreed and stole his drink back from me.

"Hey! I stole that first!" I exclaimed in mock shock. "Then steal it back," Hamish shrugged, smiling and taking a sip from it, amusement clear in his eyes.

I gave him a look before walking around the bar towards him. I was right in front of him when I grabbed the drink, set it down, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Looking up, I whispered, "I'd rather steal this from you," and I kissed him. It was a brief, sweet kiss that lasted only a second before I heard three sets of footsteps walking up to the house from a few yards away.

"I think we should tell them," I said softly as they approached the front door, looking up into Hamish's blue-grey eyes.

"I think we should show them," Hamish corrected just as the door swung open and Hamish kissed me again, this time with a little more passion.

"Ha! I knew it!" Randall exclaimed when he saw us behind the bar kissing. "I told you guys! Pay up," I broke the kiss, turning around to face them all.

Jack groaned and dug for his wallet and Lilith was giving a smile like she knew all along that this would happen. "So," Lilith spoke up. "How long has this little thing been going on?" She asked, as she handed Randall a five dollar bill while Jack handed him a twenty.

"Oh, just a few days," Hamish said, his arms around my waist and chin resting on the top of my head. I nodded my head, and with that, Hamishs' moved too.

"You guys do look cute together," Jack said, still looking angry that he had to give up twenty dollars for a bet. "What was the bet about anyways?" Hamish asked.

"Oh, it started a month or so ago." Randall said, smiling. "I said that there was something between you two love-birds, and Jack insisted that there wasn't, and Lilith joined because at the time, Jack put in three dollars, and she ended up betting a five and claiming that there was nothing there, so Jack moved his number up to twenty." Randall said. "He was a confident little boy," He joked, trying to mess up his hair for emphasis.

"I was not," Jack said, taking a step back and looking at his shoes.

I started to laugh. "It has been going on for that long?" I asked, kinda shocked. I turned to Lilith. "And you didn't mention it to me?" Lilith shrugged. "It wouldn't have done any good,"

Hamish gave a sigh, tightening his grip around my torso. "So, instead of the bet, anything else you want to share with the rest of us?"

"Nah, just that we knew you two were gonna end up together. I saw it right from the very start," Randall said, laughing. "Sure you did," Lilith said, walking away with Randall. Jack had already walked away, claiming he had somewhere to be.

I turned back around to face Hamish, who was already looking at me. "Did you want to go upstairs?" I asked. Hamish gave me a smile. "Of course, Y/N," He murmured, intertwining his hand with my own.

When we went to his room that he sleeps in, we got on the bed and snuggled together, him being the big spoon and me being the small spoon. Hamish had his arms around me, and kissed my temple and murmured a goodnight just as I drifted off to sleep, feeling secure and welcomed.