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zealouscanonindeer · 2 years

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Jealous much?

Beckett Harrington x MC(Ellie Russell)

"Beckett, Beckett,Beckett? Beckett!

Beckett's head whipped around at her urgent tone. Usually he was used to her trying to distract him from his pondering over thaumaturgy research. But today her tone sounded different.

Um.. yes? He said with hesitation.

"Do you know what I would love?", she enquired, taking his large hands into her small slender ones. He traced over the small scar on her left hand between her index finger and thumb which was kinda his fault. She placed herself atop his desks , slightly trampling the numerous amounts of papers and books. His lips turned into a slight frown. He hated when she did that. The other day too she pulled the book from his hands and tossed it across the room. Which to be fair, was followed by mind blowing passionate sex but that wasn't the point. Although after that he wasn't in a position to complain.

"What would you love, my love? He said with a small smirk, leaning in to kiss her sweet lips but she pulled away with a teasing grin.

What I would love.....is for you to take me clubbing. It's clubbing season!

Before he could open his mouth to protest which she knew he would she quickly continued.

C'mon it's a Saturday night. You've got the whole of tomorrow to do this and promise I won't disturb you one bit tomorrow. Plus you know it's a new way of showing that you are official with someone and you are committed to your relationship. Everyone on campus is doing it.

What?? Are you serious? I can't think of anything dumber than professing your love to someone by getting hopelessly drunk and suffering from the worst hangover ever!

Despite his strong disapproval he scrambled off his chair towards his wardrobe to find the right attire when she held on to his hand , making him halt and face her.

She had a funny look on her face as she burst out laughing. Tears prickling at the edges of her eyes

Aww Beckiee bean! I totally made that up but...I'm glad to know what you would do for me

Thank God! He said inspite of himself. I can't help but possibly think people are getting dumber everyday.

But we are going clubbing right? She said with a hopeful lilt to her tone.

Yeah we are going clubbing. he said with a resigned sigh. He couldn't say no her

She squealed in delight, her smile warming his heart. She threw her arms around him wrapping her legs around his waist as he supported her weight with his yoga toned arms. She kissed him as he carried her towards the wardrobe.

They walked across Penn square, her heels clicking across the path as she slightly skipped in front of him, he followed her with his long strides.

Beck?

Hm?

I really appreciate you taking the time for me and stepping out of you comfort zone for my sake.

His heart swelled at her confession but before he could reply she pulled him into the club and the loud music and people filled his senses. He gripped her hand tighter as a reflex almost to comfort himself. They found a small booth and placed their things before she led him to the dance floor. The whole atmosphere almost began seemingly enjoyable as they swayed to the overly loud music.

I'll be back in a minute she said in his ear trying to be heard over the music. He nodded and walked back to his booth. He had enjoyed himself it was good to have her pull him away from the dorms once in a while.

He was consumed in his own thoughts when someone say across him. It was a pretty girl with platinum blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Her deep green dress highlighted her features making her pale skin seem pearly white against the green she wore.

Uh.. someone's coming he informed her.

Oh Im sorry she replied. She sounded kind her eyes regarded him as she continued talking. I'm new here and don't know anyone much. I moved here cause the thaumaturgy department is vastly superior as compared to the one in Denmark where I'm from she finished.

Oh I'm doing the same coursework too he said amused. It was not everyday he met someone doing the same major.

They continued talking conversation flowing smoothly. That was until she leaned in and squeezed Beckett's hand. Her fingers felt cold and he instantly reminded how he always held Ellie's freezing cold hands in his during the winter.

Beckett froze. Red flag. His eyes quickly scanned the room looking for Ellie. He had completely forgotten he was here with her. Unable to find her he quickly bade the girl goodbye telling her he needed to find his girlfriend. On learning that her face fell, quite noticeably but she composed herself quickly and gave him a meek smile.

He walked out into the cold air eyes scanning for her. He noticed her sitting on a bench eating a doughnut.

He sat next to her her eyes turning to his. The stark contrast of the warm brown eyes to the crystals of blue he had been staring at earlier struck him.

What are you doing here? He enquired

Oh yeah Shreya called it was a fashion emergency and atlas is absolutely no help.

I came back trying to find you but you were engrossed in talking to Barbie over there so I came out here and a sweets van pulled up so I treated myself. She answered shrugging and holding up the doughnut in front of his eyes.

He nervously nodded as she placed her head against his shoulder closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.

At that moment,Beckett felt a small smile creeping up.He knew his girlfriend well enough. It was rare for her to feel jealous and he was not wasting the opportunity to tease her usually being on the receiving side.

Oh yeah she's majoring in thaumaturgy as well. She won the annual Penderghast scholarship you know. And not too bad to look at huh?

Hm hm

But .. he pulled her close and carefully whispered into his girlfriend's ear no one can rival you my love. I told her I belonged to someone.... For now.

Oh did you?

Yes. She appeared quite sad. I told her I would keep in touch just in case.

Ellie huffed For the record, I love you,you know she retorted getting up quickly

Yeah yeah I know he replied casually as he began walking off slowly to the portals leaving her behind.

Hey! Come back here and say it back! She exclaimed jogging after him.

PS - if you're curious as to how Beckett gave Ellie the scar head on to my imagine to find out. 👉 My guy

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mortemersgf · 9 months

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beckett & MC headcanons

a/n: random post i threw together lol beckett enjoyers come get ur food… lmk if u ever wanna be added/removed from the taglist!

taglist: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @sylviefilms @bluebellot

rating: R – be warned there are themes of PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, descriptions of scars, suggestive, NSFW 18+ headcanons which i’ve sectioned off in this post. please be advised and read with caution <3

- because eden and beckett quite literally grew up in different worlds, they have endless options when it comes to summer vacations. they spend half of their time in the attuneless world, the other half in the magickal world, acting as tour guides for one another.

- eden has a blast making up bizarre facts about tuneless things to trick the ever gullible beckett. she doubles down laughing when he realizes she’s messing with him.

- beckett always carries a camera with him when they go on trips. he purchased his first camera to capture photos of flora and fauna he would encounter on his ~ scientific nature ~ walks, and he’s gotten really good at photography. aside from greenery, eden is the subject of all his photographs.

- eden, on the other hand, snaps the randomest pictures of beckett with her phone. her photo album features beckett taking naps with his eyes slightly open, him shirtless doing morning yoga, eating something mid-bite, pointing out exhibits and plants in museums and nature, etc.

- it embarrasses beckett to no end and he’s always whining about his ‘reputation being ruined’ if those pictures were to somehow leak.

- study dates, so many study dates. you can always find the pair in the library, local cafe, laboratory, sun/metal-att classrooms, or their dorms working on assignments, projects, experiments, or training. eden and beckett are powerful magickal users within their respective attunements, and they learn a lot from each other.

- book nerd beckett who annotates whatever he reads for eden because he knows she’s as much of a nerd as he is.

- he’ll comment on magickal theories, share his own thoughts, and give more insight on certain sections of content so that eden has a bit more context. she’s still learning her way around the magickal world, and beckett wants to help in any way he can.

- they’d read on the couch together, sometimes the same book, sometimes different. every so often when they’re engrossed in the same book, beckett will read aloud and eden would hum quietly, resting her head on his chest.

- early bird beckett and night owl eden. beckett who’s waking up, greeted by eden who is finally tuckered out enough to sleep.

TW - allusion to PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, repeated nightmares, descriptions of scars in the next section.

- eden isn’t a night owl out of her own volition. sometimes, she has trouble sleeping, remembering battles, killing raife, kane hurting her friends.

- her heart beats so fast she thinks she might be back in the battlefield, fending off shadow monsters while fretting over her friends’ safety.

- beckett isn’t any better at times. he’d wake up with a start in the middle of the night, having one of those nightmares where raife and kane had taken his friends from him, taken eden from him.

- the two of them stay up until the early hours of morning, talking about everything and nothing at all to soothe each other’s worries, promising one another they’ll always face everything together, no matter what.

- because of the many fights they’ve been in, they’ve earned themselves countless scars. when they shower together, they can’t help but marvel at the patches of skin that are discolored and textured from being stitched closed on each other.

- eden likes tracing the large scar beckett has right down the middle of his back. she can’t help pressing her lips to his right shoulder blade from where the scar begins.

- eden’s favorite place to kiss beckett; however, are the apples of his cheeks. she likes cupping his face and bringing him really close so she can count the freckles dotting his skin. she’ll laugh when she notices his face growing pink and pepper kisses all over, deepening that shade of pink to a bright red.

- beckett’s favorite place to kiss eden is her neck. once he found out that’s her sensitive area, he uses it to his full advantage to render her incoherent. he’s always sputtering and blushing from her teasing, so it pleases him deeply seeing eden all flustered when he presses light kisses along her throat.

CW - NSFW 18+ hcs begin here!

- eden is a big tease, but beckett shouldn’t be discounted as one either, especially in bed. he likes to test her breaking point, so orgasm denial/control is a big thing for him. he feels feral seeing eden all flushed and glistening and pliant just for him.

- to elaborate, beckett likes drawing out eden’s pleasure. he likes making her feel good, and he wants the sex to last as long as possible because it’s a really intimate act after all. rushing through it never feels as good as it does when he takes his time with her.

- however, on the occasion they can’t spare hours exploring each other’s bodies, they turn to quickies.

- beckett is less a fan of them than eden, who finds enjoyment in the neediness, greedy touches, and searing kisses that come with quickies.

- most of them happen in the shower. whether it be in the morning when they have class soon or in the evening and they have a dinner reservation to make, trust they’ll find time to fuck.

- beckett can be dominant, yeah, but he also has a subby side, and he trusts eden will take good care of him just as he does with her.

- sometimes, beckett gets so whiny and whimpery for eden she has to shut him up with a gag or a really deep kiss that steals his breath away, leaving him dizzy.

- beckett enjoys fighting for control, as does eden. they’re competitive by nature and their contesting knows no end. the satisfaction of being the winner adds to the pleasure, and they’re all smug until the other one flips the role.

- eden never cares to hide that she ogles beckett, especially when he’s under her. beckett with his pink, freckled cheeks, mussed up hair, and well defined muscles all slick with sweat, throwing his head back to moan… eden can’t help but let her eyes and hands wander.

- cleanup takes seconds (hint: magick) so after sex, they can spend up to hours in bed, talking and cuddling and laughing.

- there’s gonna be some teasing, like “i can’t believe how loudly you moaned!” or “you bent that lighting fixture out of shape again!” eden owns up to it, but beckett will groan in embarrassment as she pokes fun at him. that usually ends with him attacking her with an onslaught of kisses or another round.

- eden knowing blood magick is a big bonus. she’s gotten good at soothing pain, so if one of them feels sore the next morning, she’ll just cast a neat lil spell to take the aches away.

- those two suck at being subtle. when they go on vacation with the rest of the pend pals and their friends see a stream of light or the sound of metal bending coming from beckett and eden’s room, they all share a knowing look (atlas shares more than a look, she audibly gags).

- doesn’t really matter how quiet they’re being, their friends know what’s up when they see eden’s glowing face and beckett’s awkward shuffle into the living room, as well as his turtleneck that he certainly wasn’t wearing before…

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whatisreggieshortfor · 8 months

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Not My First

Beckett Harrington x m!MC

#choices fanfic #choices the elementalists #beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc #some angst #pend pals being good pals

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perfectlysunny02 · 8 months

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#choices fanfic #the elementalists #we should’ve got a book 3 so here it is #beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc

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reveluving · 2 years

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the highlight of his day

summary: Maintaining academic excellence may be Beckett’s top priority, but he'll always make time for the person who matters most to him.

pairing: beckett harrington x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: fluff, NSFW due to brief mentions of explicit sexual content, so minors DNI!, post-canon/Junior year

a/n: after my recent post, I thought this was the best way to channel my sadness! this is written in a reader insert-style, so it can be you or your OC as the MC we know! I just want y’all to join this Harrington love fest with me lol and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another choices fic? check out my m.list!

disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations with the prompts (Nice); "My favorite part of the day is seeing your face." & Coffee Shop.

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge using the prompts (Flufftober); Blushing & Promises.

'"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.' ;

“So, there are mermaids down here?” Much like the rest of the group, one of them was in awe at the fact that one; the chances of seeing merfolks around are low but never zero and two; the view overlooking the crystal-clear lake. The sunlight filtering in and reflecting from the bridge produced a scenic glow, much like the effects of the Golden Hour potion was tasked with just two years ago.

He held onto that memory so dearly, and it wasn't only because of the extra credit he earned.

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

Beckett shook his head as soon as he felt his face getting warmer at the thought. Instead, he refocused on the group of freshmen he was chaperoning. The way they marveled at the picturesque scenery and pointed at the striking corals below them had him puffing up with pride. They were also hoping to spot a shimmery fin swimming by. But he had to admit, even after years of being in Penderghast, the view was like no other. It gave passersby a brief sense of calm as they go about their day.

So far, the tour was going pretty well; from his first-ever warning of the school’s statue and its constant lookout for Atuneless intruders to the school's high-end gallery that could give famous museums worldwide a run for their money. He wanted the tour to be exciting just as it was informative.

“Yes, though even sightings of them remain rare. Not even the ones who have been here their entire academic years were lucky enough to see them, given the merpeople’s suspicion of mankind’s reputation for exploitation and the like.” Beckett responded with ease.

“Have you seen a mermaid, Mr Harrington?” He expected the question but definitely not the title he was given, though he tried not to show his surprise over it. He thought about the question for a moment, their curiosity piquing as seconds passed. He fought a smile, recalling the day Pend Pal hung out by the lake when they were blessed with the rare opportunity.

“I have. Just a glimpse of its tail but a one-of-a-kind experience nonetheless.” He didn’t bother mentioning the time they were lucky enough to visit Lake Tempetua thanks to Zeph and his bucket list. He may love the limelight for his achievements but he’d rather save himself the time. This was about Penderghast, after all, "So, there may be a chance that one of you might see, too. And please, don't call me Mr Harrington. I can assure you that my 20th Birthday is only months away." They all chuckled.

If it wasn’t for Pend Pals, he would’ve never realized that his dry or witty humour, as some would put it, was what made Beckett… well, Beckett.

“Shall we proceed?” The tour continued with them crossing the bridge, their chatters growing louder when they soon realized they were heading to the stadium. But rather than being in awe of the sport or even the stadium itself, some had other priorities.

“I heard one of their Earth-Att's really really hot.” Beckett couldn't drown out the remark, unfortunately. Not especially when they shrilled in excitement right after. Still, he had seen this coming the second he thought of bringing them to the stadium.

Tuneless or not, jocks would always be the it-subject to swoon after, it seemed. And by the same clique who didn't understand personal space. His personal space, no less. They stopped trying eventually, seeing how showed zero to no reaction to their attempts or were silenced by his well-known glare, but that didn't mean they'd stopped giving him the eye from time to time.

At least the stadium truly exceeded the entire group’s expectations, with their oohs and ahhs and Beckett’s new favourite ‘it’s even bigger than the one in Gildegraive!’. He had a hunch that the tour was going to derail from its purpose for a while, and frankly, he didn’t mind because he, too, had his own motives for coming here. With the underclassmen more focused on the arena's interior, Beckett took his chance. Though, it didn't take long for his sharp eyes to find the one person he's been dying to see for months now.

The Sun-Att.

His Sun-Att.

In the middle of the arena, there you stood, next to Zeph as he animatedly talked over the players standing before him. Most likely about their progress or even new tactics for future matches. Griffin, too, chipping in whenever necessary or if Zeph had missed something along the way. Beckett knew he had no chance of turning back, seeing how he naturally was able to spot you right away and honestly, he didn’t mind it one bit.

Beckett and the group were only a few steps away from the team when you, Zeph and Griffin gave your final words and called it a day. Considering how Zeph and Griffin had blocked you from noticing the newcomers, you were about to walk with those who dispersed in the other direction when Zeph pulled you back to his side by your shoulders.

“Look who’s here,” He grinned, “Seems like B-Boy couldn’t wait to see you any longer, and he brought company. Loads of them.”

You blinked, preparing to ask what he had meant when you finally noticed the new set of company. You were really ever able to scan through their faces before beaming at the sight of the tour guide himself. You approached the group with a bounce in your step, with Griffin and Zeph following closely.

“Beckett!” Just having you in front of him had easily become the highlight of his day. No amount of calls, phone or video-wise could ever top being in your presence in itself. No matter how many times he’s glared at his sister for teasing him of missing you whenever he was seen zoning out during their family vacation, they both knew she was right. Hell, even their parents had caught wind of it.

“So, a Sun-Att, I hear?” Beckett choked on his soup, widening his eyes at his mother’s question. His parents were clearly delighted, and he didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably both, because they were already joining the teasing train with Katrina from then on.

Still, he meant what he said about bringing you with him to his travels one day, though he has yet to bring up meeting his family. Not yet, at least. For now, he was going to make up for lost time. None of you had the time to see each other since your return just days ago, with him being appointed by Professor Englund with the new students and you helping your team out with early preparations.

“I see you’ve made some new friends,” You peered over his shoulder, waving back at them as they finally realised who you were. If the way he greeted you with your name in a much softer tone didn’t give it away, then the symbol on your jersey definitely did, “It’s not every day we see the Beckett Harrington coming here willingly, other than to watch us win the championships.”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I was just telling the freshmen about Penderghast’s continuous success in the leagues.”

“Yup, five times in a row, and hopefully it doesn’t end there!” Unbeknownst to Griffin, his toothy grin not only had ‘the clique’ squealing amongst themselves, but even the boys were extremely pumped just by the thought of being in the team. You've made room for Zeph to join, or rather, take your place in the conversation. While you love the game with your heart and soul, you knew Griffin and Zeph were better at marketing it.

Hey, they were the ones who convinced you into joining the team, after all!

Soon, you were shoulder-to-shoulder with Beckett, minus the height difference, speaking to one another without looking away from the associating parties.

“I meant what I said,” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “Seeing you here. I know we haven’t had the time, even though we’re both in the same building.”

“Hey, none of that.” He stopped you, “I should’ve at least stopped by your room as soon as I got here, but Professor Englund came to me the last minute and I—”

“Beckett,” You placed your hand on his bicep, running it up and down as a way to comfort him, “How about we both take the blame? It’s not even our first day and I’d rather not spend the precious time I have with my boyfriend talking about whose fault it is.”

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

“Fine, fine. We can save the headache for topics like Shreya’s endless plans with Serene and Sublime.”

“Or Professor Englund’s class, in a nutshell.” You both shared a laugh, forgetting your surroundings momentarily when you caught a new student pointing at something up top to his friend. You looked up in wonder, only to realise that they were so entranced by your familiar. Butterball had been gliding near the roof’s opening, where he basked in the sun since the end of practice rather than returning to the ether.

Might as well make new friends, right?

“Butterball, come here, boy!” You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers at the lumian in an effort to grab his attention. The majestic serpentine stopped dead in his tracks, perking up when he realized it was you calling his name. His trill was loud enough to echo throughout the arena before diving headfirst towards your group. You’ve briefly forgotten that matured familiars weren’t common around campus, let alone a mega-evolved one like Butterball until the freshmen reacted apprehensively at his actual size and lightning speed. Some gasped while others tried to hide behind one another, though none of them fled, seeing how even Beckett wasn't moving.

As expected, Butterball had targeted Beckett, circling him from the bottom up before stopping right in front of him. Half of them staggered and swayed, unexpecting the gust of wind from his rapid moves.

“Hello to you too.” Beckett chuckled, returning his greeting with a couple of pets on the head. The coos released by your companion had brought the cautious students at ease, approaching him with less skepticism, "Everyone, meet Butterball. Her familiar.” He introduced the creature to them before motioning to you.

Butterball's feathers shook in excitement, nudging his head into the closest set of hands for pets. His cat-like behaviour instantly won their hearts, with some wanting to get a turn at giving him head scratches while the rest returned to Zeph and Griffin, eager to know more about the upcoming tryouts.

"Do you mind if I borrow you for a sec?" Beckett raised his brows, more so intrigued than suspicious before calling out to them to take five. With their attention elsewhere, you slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining before dragging him to the side of the bleachers. The spot wasn't far from the students' peripheral vision but enough for some sort of privacy.

He opened his mouth in hopes of asking if everything was alright when you crashed your lips against his. You heard his breath hitched but he returned the gesture just as quick, only for you to break the kiss before he could even deepen it.

Your forwardness was not expected, as evidenced by his wide eyes. But with this newfound spot, he thought 'fuck it'. Remaining professional may be his top priority but he only had so much self-control. He caught you by surprise when he took a hold of your hands, pulling you in for a longer, much more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling up the familiar material of his blazer while his very own held onto your hips. The second you felt his tongue prodding your bottom lip, your caresses turned to grips, slightly creasing his lapel in the process.

Upon hearing your little whines, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. Even with what was happening just a few feet away from you, the feeling of being in his arms after so long was too good to ignore.

"What time will your practice end?" His eyes remained closed, fearing that he'd lose you just by opening them.

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?"

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.

"Beckett, my favorite part of the day is seeing your face. The second I saw you here, I immediately forgot how tired I was!" Your hands slipped upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to be closer to him than you thought possible, "Just having you by my side is already a treat in itself, no matter where we are or what we do."

That’s what he love about you, amongst other reason, that is. How easy you were able to decipher your feelings into words and how he hopes to do the same for you. He may have his difficulties every once in a while but as a Harrington, you knew he wasn't going to back down from a challenge, and that is what you love about him.

"Then I'll make sure we'll make the most of it," He promised, "I'll stop by your room at six, get dressed by then."

"Oh, bossy, aren't you?" You teased him, only to gape at his defense.

"And not once have I heard you complain about it," He leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Not especially when we're in bed," It was your turn to look away, knowing he had a smirk on his face when you failed to respond, "So obedient whenever I tell you to take your clothes off, having an absolute beauty lay underneath me."

"Beckett…" You gulped, always taken aback by this side of him.

"You have my word." The meaningful smile on his face was hard to resist, and just as you savoured the moment, Zeph's voice rang out.

"Hey, lovebirds! Sorry to interrupt but the captain's gonna need his star player ASAP!" You and Beckett looked at each other before sharing a laugh, your face growing hot whereas Beckett was no different, clearing his throat as if it was going to help with the way he blushed.

"After you." Ever the gentleman. You thanked him with a playful curtsy and headed back to the group, your boyfriend tagging along seconds after. The knowing looks on Griffin and Zeph's faces accompanied by the giggles and oohs of the freshmen had you wishing you could use your Super Speed spell and get the heck out of there.

"Right, I hope you all learned a lot about Thief and had fun with Butterball but we should really continue," Beckett stroked the lumian's cheek, only to call your name, "Do you mind if we visit the Sun-Att Room before we conclude our tour? Just so they know what it looks like on the inside."

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

"Be my guest! I'll let Atlas and Dean Swan know about it, just in case," You showed him an 'okay' sign before waving with Griffin and Zeph as the group departed, "Welcome to Penderghast, by the way!"

"So… Mind telling me where we're going?" It’s been hours since the tour and just ten minutes since Beckett’s arrival at your doorstep. You were just about ready when he knocked on your door, opening it to find Beckett offering you a single Dreamshade flower.

The number of times this man has made you feel fuzzy should not be healthy at this point.

"Why spoil the surprise when I can just bring you there?" He turned the knob that led to Penn Square, filling you with anticipation as to what he had in mind. Walking hand in hand, you took in your surroundings; from Aster’s shop to the local bookstore, plus the familiar faces you’ve passed by. As the turn you both took became apparent, you turned to him in excitement.

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” As if the universe heard you, you and Beckett coincidentally reached your destination; Cafe Sirene. The very coffee shop that held both your favorite treats and valuable memories.

“Surprised?”

“Not at all,” He held the door open for you, joining you to greet the staff behind the counter. Both of you ordered the usual; a slice of Raspberry Reverie and some hot chocolate before moving over to the window seat.

“Have you stopped by the shop since we last saw each other?” He asked you before taking a sip of his drink.

“I did once! Atlas and I were craving something sweet and we just bought tons to try at home,” Hearing you talk about your time with your family was always thrilling. The sparkle in your eyes as you recalled them one by one. Stroganoff Sundays with Atlas and your mother, movie nights with foster parents, lazy days with Butterball and Navi. It was the least you deserve, considering the hardships you had gone through since your first year, “But y’know, it doesn’t beat coming here with you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck upon hearing your confession.

“But what about you? Anything interesting happened while you were in France?”

“Well, if you think visiting over five art galleries within two days is interesting, then sure,” He shrugged nonchalantly, only to hide his smile behind the cup, “But, personally, I’d say your beauty is just as mesmerizing as the art I’ve seen there.”

None of you had the time to react when you heard a chorus of squeals and giggles coming from the kitchen. Both of you turned to the source of the sound, only to find a handful of the staff, including the chef, eavesdropping behind the door. Seeing your eyes on them, they retreated, with one of them even let out a small, high-pitched scream. You hid your face, only to peek through your fingers and see Beckett covering his mouth, sharing your embarrassment. He looked anything but annoyed though, and with his free hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” You nodded, and the shyness you both had slowly disappeared. Your conversation went on smoothly as you fed each other the cake, all while watching the sunset and returning to your dorm with big smiles and high hopes for the future together.

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Sometimes forever doesn’t mean forever - TE one shot

Book: The Elementalists, AU TW: I think none? Rating: PG Pairing: Beckett Harrington x f!MC Elise Russel. Words: 649 (short but sad) Summary: Basically hurting and angst? A/N: Long ago, there was a prompt that read ‘Sometimes forever doesn’t mean forever’. On a whim, I whipped this up, and lost it deep in the pits of my notes app. When I found it again, and read it, I actually liked it enough that I wanted to share it with the world. This is definitely an AU kinda thing. None of this in my actual headcanon storyline!!! It's a little different to what I normally write, but that's what will make me grow as a writer, right?

Now, I’m submitting this for the @choices-february2023 challenge for day 26 with the prompt ‘Fairy Tales’ (because forever is a fairy tale? My logic..)

Tags: @theclassycandy , @choices-february2023 , @choicesficwriterscreations

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future fanfics or TE content!

And on that note, I hope you enjoy!

Beckett’s POV

I don't know how this happened. I guess I should've done better. I should have been better. But I wasn't.

You know what she would say to that? 'You don't need to be better. You're you, and that's what I love about you.'

But she isn't here now, is she? So I can self destruct as much as I want.

Who am I kidding. The sunshine factor or what's-it-called has it's aftereffects. I won't self destruct. At least not on purpose. That's not what she would want for me.

I hate crying. Not because 'it shows weakness' or whatever nonsense ignorant fathers stomp into their sons heads. Because it's messy. Everyone gets all worried about you, but it's all a show. They don't care about how you feel. They care about the 'why'. Or about their own feelings. No one feels good when another person cries. They want that queasy feeling gone.

Luckily, I'm alone. No one to fake care about me now. Also no one to actually care about me now. The only one that did just left.

Did it come as a surprise? Yes and no. Initially, I was too stunned to say anything. But she made some sense after a few minutes. As much as she can make sense, of course. It's funny how she always managed to put two opposite ends together. Making complete sense and at the same time not. That's something only she could do.

When she came in, her face didn't raise any alarms in my book. I should have known. I should have been paying attention.

And then... I still can't make sense of what happened then. It's only been ten minutes, but it's already blurry. Maybe because of the tears I was holding back the entire time.

It's like something triggered a flight or fight response. That something obviously being me. She usually freezes. But this isn't the usual.

The whole time she was talking, I could not get myself to respond. Because I couldn't process exactly what she was saying. I have never heard her say such irrational things before. Oh Gods, she must've hurt immensely...

The things I did understand were 1) she had overthought everything about us and 2) she wanted us to stop being us.

I didn't think she meant it. That might sound very bad, but it's the truth. Just 24 hours ago she told me she couldn't live without me.

It hurt when she said, 'But I'll have to' a few minutes ago. She thought she was doing it for the good of us both. Then I finally started talking. I'll spare you the details, it was all very dramatic. It was one of those rare moments where I stopped thinking. I let the words do their thing. Very dangerous, but it didn't end too bad this time. To conclude, we both confessed we might die without each other.

I told you it was dramatic. My mind is going to love bringing this moment up again and again, letting me relive the painful awkwardness of it all.

Still, she decided to take the odds of death. I think. The uncertainty makes this all more frustrating.

All I can think about is that one night. That one night we talked about things we never told anyone. She cried, I almost cried, and we laughed and made all of it feel less life threatening. She didn't judge. She never judges. She understands.

That night she told me, 'I want to be with you forever.' I know she believed it then. I believed it then.

Sometimes forever doesn't mean forever.

Forever means as long as possible. Seems like we've reached our expiration date.

Forever is a promise, maybe even a wish. Forever doesn't even exist.

Forever is the only thing you know for certain isn't going to be happening.

And still, we all keep hoping on forever.

Hope you enjoyed!

A/N: If you want to know more about my OC’s in my TE universe, click here. If you want to read more, here’s my masterlist with all the fics on it! (dated <3) Another thing: you can find sneak peeks of future fics and other posts on my masterlist (indicated with coming soon!) Last thing: my asks are still open! If you want headcanons or anything, don’t be shy, ask some more :)

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IMPORTANT NOTE - THE BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IN IMAGE EIGHT IS NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS OF THE ART GO TO @888vampires ON INSTAGRAM

A/N: Hey guys I’m back on my elementalists brainrot!! So I know that there’s some difference in my headcanons again - like that my mc (Anna) makes art and posts it on social media as a hobby and that she’s a double major (idk what subjects yet). And Atlas grew up in a Slavic country (I’m thinking the Czech Republic) but making little stories about them is part of my livelihood now! Yes, these are purposefully set in 2020 (no covid in this au ofc) because I wanted this thread in particular to be set when they just started their junior year. These were really fun to make! I know that I have a horrendous track record when it comes to making a series so I’m probably won’t make a twitter AU one but I might do more! Please tell me if you enjoyed this and would like to see more! Reblogs and like really help out and comments make my day!

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kissmeawake · 2 years

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A Small Taste of Sunshine

Summary: Beckett Harrington has never had friends. Well, maybe until now.

Pairing: Mentions of Beckett Harrington x MC

Word count: 1.201

TW: None

Notes: I already posted this once on my old account, but changed the name and a few details, so here’s the new and, in my opinion, improved version! :) This takes place shortly after Shreya has made and handed out the friendship bracelets to everyone.

Beckett Harrington was sitting at his desk, biting the end of his pen and bobbing his knee nervously up and down. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. 2AM and he was still working on his homework, which was not unusual in itself (he always wanted everything, absolutely everything, to be perfect), but, so far, he had only written a few words, not a single sentence, and was unable to concentrate, to focus, to stop his thoughts from wandering to faraway places.

And he had tried. He had done yoga because yoga always helped him concentrate, he had eaten chocolate. he had opened his window wide to get some fresh air, he had taken multiple breaks and he had taken off his blazer, throwing it carelessly onto his bed before putting it on a hanger and into his closet because he could concentrate even less in disorder.

Maybe he was sick. But no, he felt normal, better than normal even, excited somehow and giddy and…happy, he guessed.

He glanced at the bracelet around his wrist, like he had done so many times that evening, and could not stop himself from touching the tiny stones and tracing the letters on them.

Pend Pals.

He did not like the name and had told the others so, but of course none of them had listened. It sounded stupid and childish, but then again, friendship bracelets in themselves were probably stupid and childish.

His heart still started to beat a little bit faster just by looking at it though and he felt a small smile creeping onto his lips.

The thing was, Beckett has never had any friends.

Well, that was not entirely true. There was Katrina, who was without a doubt his best friend, but she always said that that was not the same because she was already his sister and he knew that Katrina was good with people, that she just got them and Beckett just did not and therefore he guessed that she was probably right when it came to these things. There had been his grandmother who had died six years, six months and four days ago - yes, he knew the exact date - who had loved him very much and whom he had loved very much in return. And then there was…no, that was it, actually.

He realised that it sounded quite sad, but he was fine with it, really. He has always been a bit different, has always liked things nobody else really seemed to like. Yes, sometimes he had been lonely and yes, sometimes he had really, really wanted friends. Once, when he had been very young, he had even had an imaginary friend, who had also liked books and had read even more than Beckett himself.

But he was older now, more mature and he barely thought about these things anymore.

It was weird how a small, ordinary bracelet had changed so much. Maybe not for the others - certainly not for the others, he knew that they were quite popular - but for him. For him, it had changed everything.

The times when he would walk into the dining hall not knowing where to sit and desperately looking for a deserted table were over. The times when he would sit alone and scribble something in his notebook during breaks, while everybody else talked to their partner or sat on the desks of their friends, chatting, laughing, were over. The times when he would go straight to his room after lessons to do his homework, do yoga, read, listen to some music, talking to nobody until the next morning, thinking about nobody because there was nobody he could think about and nobody thinking about him, were over.

Finally, there were people he belonged to and who belonged to him. Maybe they were idiots sometimes, but they were his idiots now. Shreya Mistry, Griffin Langley, that annoying Zephyr guy and Alectrona Knox were his four idiots.

Well, except Alectrona of course. She was smart and witty and very good at all kinds of spells, sometimes even better than him, which was impressive. When he watched her during lessons, and he had noticed that he did that quite a lot apparently, he saw that intriguing mixture of fascination and enthusiasm and intelligence sparkling in her eyes and he then had the strange feeling that he never wanted to look away again. Sometimes she caught him, turning her head in his direction and meeting his gaze, smiling. He had noticed that she smiled at him a lot. And he had also noticed that he quite liked her smile - her lips were very pink, her teeth very white and there were dimples on her cheeks and small wrinkles around her eyes. Beckett often wondered what exact color her hair was because he was certain that he had never seen that particular shade before. It was quite extraordinary and kind of reminded him of the sun. And how soft her skin was. Which sounded very creepy, but it was the truth nervetheless. When she had tied the bracelet around his wrist her fingertips had brushed his hand and he had felt a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach and had blushed immediately.

Sometimes he wanted to tell her these things, but he knew that he could not, that it would be weird and he did not want to make her uncomfortable.

He traced the letters on the bracelet again.

Pend Pals.

Now that he really thought about it, it did not sound so stupid and childish anymore and he actually quite liked it.

Beckett sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He decided that he would go to bed and instead finish his homework tomorrow when he was hopefully more like himself again.

In the morning, he got up and brushed his teeth, washed his face and put on his pants, his shirt and blazer. Before he left the room he hesitated, then he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the bracelet and the eight letters on it.

While walking through the hallways, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he passed some other students, their tired faces illuminated by the morning light, and he thought he noticed some of them looking at his wrist. But maybe that was just his imagination.

He entered the dining hall and headed straight for their usual table, not even looking around.

“Good morning”, he said, sitting down in the chair next to Griffin, who yawned in response and rubbed wearily at his face.

Shreya was reading some kind of fashion magazine he had never seen before, but still nodded at him briefly with a small grin and Zephyr, who was eating something Beckett had also never seen before and which looked, frankly, quite disgusting to him, winked at him.

And when he finally looked at Alectrona, because he could not not look at her, he saw that she was already smiling at him, her bright hair a small taste of sunshine and some emotion he did not recognize twinkling in her eyes, but that made his heart flutter and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red nevertheless.

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years

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Chef Gourmet

BOOK: The Elementalists Pairing: Beckett Harrington x F!MC Rating: General

by @zealouscanonindeer

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zealouscanonindeer · 2 years

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Chef Gourmet

I dragged my feet along the smooth marble tiles below me,trudging along at almost tortoise pace. It had been too long a day. Five different spellwork classes plus three assignments one of which totally skipped my mind and needed to be done last minute. Thankfully, I have a genius nerd of a boyfriend so I could copy it from him. A small smile crept onto my face thinking of him.

But my brain dragged me back to my own personal blackhole. There is also an upcoming test and I'm completely unprepared.I groaned internally. This year had just started and it already seemed like I was on the ropes.

I fumbled around in my bag looking for the key to the dorm. I was alone tonight because shreya had her new cosmetic launch and surprisingly atlas had decided to join her. I invited Beckett as it was a good opportunity to spend some time with him. We hadn't really had anytime for ourselves with him being busy with his major and new internship and I with thief and all this homework. There had been a serious lack of library dates. Well...any dates to be honest.

I guess I've lost the key. I used metal magick to twist the lock and it clicked open, revealing Beckett in the kitchen in a plain white shirt with his sleeves rolled up uptill his elbows. My god I could just start drooling at the sight of him.

Our eyes connected. His steel orbs locked into mine. I just stood there gawking stupidly. Snap out of it! I scolded myself.

Ugh he knew. I made my way towards him slowly wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my head into his shoulder. He wrapped his free arm around my shoulders as his other held the spoon. He continued stirring whatever thing he was making. We were both silent for a while. He slowly began rubbing my back languidly the tension slowly began melting away as I relaxed into his touch.

Shit day I mumbled into his shoulder barely audible.

Hm? he was urging me to vent as he kissed my head.

I recited the whole crappiness to him, tears slowly forming in my eyes and soaking his white shirt.my runny nose wasn't helping either.

Oh honey he mumbled wiping away my tears with his thumb. You know I'm always there for you and if things ever get overwhelming you know where I am. He winked at me. Plus I could help ease some of the tension.

I laughed nodding.

Look I also made you that favourite pasta of yours. Darn it, what a golden boy.

Oh thank you so much bean!

We sat down on the couch , me snuggling into him as he wrapped his arm around me, gently running his fingers over the length of my thigh.

I devoured the entire meal, gulping down the delicious pasta.

As I cleared up the dishes he grabbed me and lifted me onto the kitchen counter.

I really enjoyed that. You should definitely cook more often.This seasoning is incredible. Your cooking skills are quite gourmet you know I said poking him in the stomach .

He kissed me sweetly in response.

But I know what your better at. Wanna know?

What?

Adding some spice in bed.

Ellie! c'mon must everything be a bedroom joke?

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rem279 · 1 month

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I thought of posting this for a while just to get closer to my people in different fandoms, these are

Hills(ships) I'm willing to die on

This list will get longer everytime I rewatch or remember a ship of course

Drop a fanfic name or better link if we match in a ship...

I'll add the fics at separate post and link it to every ships name

LOKI : Loki & Sylvie

SHERLOCK : Sherlock & Molly

ONCE UPON A TIME : Regina Mills & Robin Hood

ONCE UPON A TIME : Emma Swan & killian Jones

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES : Bonnie Bennett & Lorenzo (Enzo) St. John

THE ORIGINALS : Hayley Marshall & Elijah Mikaelson

LEGACIES : Lizze Saltzman & Sebastian

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY : Diego Hargreaves & Lila

Special Place for my Choices : Visual Novel people

THE ROYAL MASQUERADE : Kayden Vescovi & MC

THE ROYAL ROMANCE : Drake Walker & MC

IMMORTAL DERSIRES : Cas Halow & MC

RIDE OR DIE : Logan & MC

THE ELEMENTALISTS : Beckett Harrington & MC

CRIMES OF PASSION : Tyrstan Thorne & MC

I know it's a single love choice, even if it was multiple, there's no option other than Prince Thorne

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mortemersgf · 8 months

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Hi I don't know if I'm characterizing Beckett correctly but he seems like someone who would be really soft with his partner and would show a sweet side that others typically don't see right?

What if you wrote a fic where he's cuddling or just spending some sweet time with a partner (is female! reader okay?) and they get interrupted by the rest of the Pend Pals that are surprised?

Thanks!

The warm August weather sends a soft breeze filtering through the windows, gently rustling the curtains. In the distance, you hear Aster shrieking with delight as Zeph yells, “Cannonball!” Shreya screeches for Atlas to ‘get away from her’ while Griffin laughs uncontrollably, endeared by the sight of his friends letting loose and having fun.

Vacations at Shreya’s lake house are always filled with raucous laughter and endless shenanigans, most of which you would participate in on regular bases. It might be the blazing sun or the food you ate this morning, but a pesky headache has rendered you rather sick and unable to join in on the fun. Instead, you’re curled up on the velvet sofa, resting your head on Beckett’s chest. Being the darling boyfriend that he is, he refuses to leave your side, wanting to make sure you’re taken care of.

You wish you had more energy, but the heat and the pain leave you disjointed and unable to cast a Blood magick spell to take the headache away. You simply lay there in Beckett’s arms, letting him stroke your hair and your back.

His touch is soothing and light, and despite the fact that it’s only five in the evening, you find yourself growing drowsy. It doesn’t help that he’s speaking in that saccharine tone to distract you from the irksome throbbing in your head. Beckett has a soothing voice in general, one that’s able to induce sleep in you within minutes.

He’s speaking about some recent advancements made in portal magick, and you hum absentmindedly, groaning as you shift to get some blood circulating in your arm that’s fallen asleep.

“Sure you don’t wanna go take a swim?” you mumble, glancing up at him.

“I’m quite sure, my love,” he says, “I want to spend what little alone time we have together.”

“Even if it includes cuddling with your sick girlfriend?”

“You say that as if I would ever turn down the opportunity to be with you, indisposed or not.”

You laugh, charmed by his comment. “Well, if you’re certain… c’mere, gimme a kiss.”

He tilts your head up, cupping your cheek with one hand to meet you in a sweet kiss. Satisfied, you settle back into your original position, murmuring, “Keep talking about portal magick.”

An hour passes by like this, your limbs tangled, laughter on your lips. By the time the sun sets, you’re asleep.

The rest of Pend Pals pad into the living room, still giddy from spending the day on the lake. Beckett pins them with a death glare and a finger to the lips, and they halt at the sight. A beat of silence passes between them.

Beckett grows pink. Aster coos quietly while Atlas pushes past everyone to get to her room, making an exaggerated face of disgust as she passes by. Zeph and Shreya hold back giggles, and no doubt a slew of teasing comments, as Griffin smiles fondly.

Moments later, they all disperse to prepare dinner. Atlas reemerges from her room with a blanket and tosses it at Beckett wordlessly, gliding away to pester Aster for scraps of food. Beckett straightens out the blanket and settles it atop you, brushing your hair to coax you back to sleep as you mumble incoherently.

The sound of a camera click goes off. Beckett’s head snaps up. Shreya gives him a pointed look, smiling when she says, “What? You guys look adorable. I’ll send it to you.”

She’d better.

a/n: hii anon tysm for the cute request!! i had fun writing this one :3 you characterized beckett perfectly, he’s a big softie when it comes to his s/o!

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whatisreggieshortfor · 7 months

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Answer the Call

Beckett Harrington x MC

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reveluving · 8 months

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masterlist ; choices (stories you play)

— a growing collection of choices fics made by yours truly, especially for those who have been looking for fics written as a reader-insert style!

— written as 'you' (f!mc); no name usage!

↬ fics :

˚ · . CRIMES OF PASSION

i'll show you little by little (m!trystan thorne x f!mc)

There's nothing better than the comfort of your favourite prince in the morning.

take me anywhere but home* (m!trystan thorne x f!mc)

Trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

you're shining (more than any star) (m!trystan thorne x f!mc)

What the wedding & having a kid with Trystan would be like.

come fly with me (m!trystan thorne x f!mc) [NEW!]

The beauty of your first dance with Trystan!

˚ · . PERFECT MATCH

the prettiest of them all* (damien nazario x f!mc)

To hell with Nadia's plans, Damien has better ideas, and it includes you and a mirror.

˚ · . THE ELEMENTALISTS

the highlight of his day* (beckett harrington x f!mc)

Summer vacation's over, and Beckett wants nothing more than to make up for loss time.

↬ about my ocs :

˚ · . Crimes of Passion: 1

˚ · . back to full m.list , pics found on Pinterest!

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sunnyshiftyy · 1 year

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On The Stairs - TE one shot

Book: The Elementalists, pre-story, 2016 (Katrina 26, Beckett 16) TW: A little angsty, controlling parents. Rating: PG Characters: Beckett Harrington, Katrina Harrington, their parents, and Julia (OC) is mentioned. Words: 1352 Summary: Katrina tells her parents that her girlfriend Julia is attending the gala that’s happening tonight, and emotions run high. A/N: Backstory: Her parents were already aware of Julia, but dismissed it as a phase (Julia, not Katrina’s sexuality). They came to terms with her sexuality pretty quickly, but Julia is ‘just a middle class girl’ and that didn’t suffice for them. They were still trying to set her up with other socialites, despite the clear message from their daughter to stop doing so. (Katrina having a girlfriend is a headcanon) Tags: @theclassycandy, @choicesficwriterscreations

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future fanfics or TE content!

And on that note, I hope you enjoy!

“Katrina, are you serious? You’re telling us this now?”

The hushed angry voice echoes around the corner, for Beckett to hear. He’s pressed against the wall, five stairs from the ground, not daring to move, in fear of making his presence known. It has been a long time since his parents were this upset with his sister. The most recent incident was probably when she last rejected a marriage proposal. Although, it wasn’t the biggest ordeal then, because, frankly, she’s declined any and every advances up until that point. Maybe the last time they were really mad was when she started posting candid pictures of her friends and her on social media. The family’s reputation would suffer, according to his father. Mom did agree. But Beckett’s sure that, if it depended on his mother, the matter wouldn’t have been blown up like that. From that point on, Katrina posted way less, and only ‘proper’ pictures. But ever since that day, she’s been quietly rebelling against it by making them just a little more genuine and fun, picture by picture.

“What are we going to say to the Campbell’s?” He hears footsteps pace around, and recognizes the sound as his dads.

“What are you going to say to them? What’s with the Campbell’s?” Katrina responds, surprise in her voice.

“Their son, he.. we thought we found a good match for you, sweetheart,” her mom says. A silence falls, and Beckett can’t tell what’s happening, but he doesn’t dare sneak a look around the corner. If, after all this time, they actually found another guy for her to marry… That explains the aggravation.

“Oh! That’s just amazing!” Katrina sarcastically spits, now furious. “You know I won’t agree to that. With no one. Why do you even bother? At this point, that’s almost forced marriage!”

“We want the best for you, and you know that marrying someone of status guarantees that. It’s the best option,” her dad argues, still irritated. Their mother cuts in.

“Are you sure about her?”

“Yes, mom, I’m sure! I really like her. She’s an actual good person, and doesn’t just like me for my money.” Beckett thinks back to the time he met Julia for the first time. A weekend in February, when his parents weren’t home. Katrina had texted him that friday, saying she had a surprise. Most of the time, that means either junk food or books, but this time, it was a living, breathing human. Dressed just like a person in public school would. But that never bothered him. She smiled, shook his hand and told him she always wanted to have a brother. Apparently that last thing was a joke, and then she laughed and said, ‘I’m going to like this one.’ The three of them ate pizza, the girls on the couch, he, very carefully, at the coffee table, because they aren’t supposed to eat on that designer sofa. They played Mario Kart and Uno, and told him all about college and their PhD’s. He would agree Julia’s a nice person. He has enjoyed having her around for the limited times she was. It feels like they’re a tiny friend group, that not just exists of him and Kat.

“Maybe if we find you a girl of status to marry-?” her mother starts to suggest. Katrinas’ sigh appears frustrated, but very controlled.

“Mother… I just want to attend a gala with the girl I like, and be happy and not worry about if my parents are going to judge me or set me up with another stupid socialite!” The volume of her sentence progressively increased, so much so that she ended it twice as loud as she began it. His sister rarely is this defiant to their parents. And she doesn’t need to be, most of the time. Everything she does is always right. Always perfect. No mistakes or mess ups. He wouldn’t dare to assume such a tone. He would be grounded for a long time. But, judging by the pictures incident, he doesn’t think Katrina will get any consequences for that. Because ‘she’s Katrina’. She can’t do anything wrong. A silence follows, and her next words sound a little more composed. “I’m an adult now, and have been for the past eight years. I have proven to you over and over again, not only in these past years, that I am responsible, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. My studies, my hobbies, and especially my family. If I wasn’t sure about her, I wouldn’t have invited her. So, if you like it or not, Julia is my guest, and she is coming.” She ends her sentence and Beckett hears her footsteps rapidly storm his way. He bolts up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“You better hope that girl acts respectable! I will not stand for anyone, inside or out the family, to humiliate us. Do you understand?” their dad booms after Katrina. Her heels hurriedly clack against the marble, louder and louder. Beckett opens his door and slips in, softly closing it, just as the footsteps reach the top. Then they go quiet. He breathes out. But the doorknob slowly turns again.

“Hey.” She sticks her head in his bedroom. She’s pressing her lips together and blinking heavily. And yet, she manages a small smile. “Thanks for spying on me.”

“I wasn’t..,” he gets out, before realizing denying it would be useless now. She probably saw him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She sighs and sits on his bed. He joins her. She stares at the ground for a little, trying to fight the tears. The tears win. “I knew they would make a big deal about it. I knew it! So I don’t know why I’m so.. sad.” Beckett sits there, perplexed by her spontaneous heart-to-heart, listening to her words. She’s right, about expecting it. Making big deals out of everything, good or bad, is their parents thing. “I just want to have a nice evening,” she expresses. Then she wipes her cheeks of the droplets, and the mascara that came down with them, and turns to him.

“Beckett, please promise you’ll never judge anyone for who they love. And don’t let mom and dad tell you who you need to love. Promise me that, okay?” Her watery eyes look in his, and he nods.

“I promise.” His heart is still beating fast from everything that’s just happened. And seeing his sister cry is not the funnest thing. It gives him this uneasy feeling he can’t place. He’s only ever see her cry twice before. They were way younger then. Katrina hugs him, and he reluctantly lets her. Uncomfortable. That’s the feeling.

“Bean, I love you. And when you grow up, you’re going to be an amazing person. And don’t you forget that I’m always proud of you, no matter what mom and dad think.” He stops himself from sighing. She has a flair for the dramatic according to him, but he knows she’s trying to be genuine. And what she’s saying is commendable. Katrina always knows the right thing to say.

“Thank you, Kat.” He thinks for a second, but then decides it passes the check. “I’m proud of you too. Not that you need my approval…”

“Thanks.” She releases him and he sees her face has almost fully cleared up. Some streaky traces of black are the only remains of what just happened. She wipes her cheeks again, and stands up, composing herself as she looks out of the window, at the sparse lights divided over the garden. “Whatever, there’s no use crying over this anymore. Julia is coming, and everyone is going to have a wonderful time. I’ll prove mom and dad wrong. And they will like her.” She suddenly stops her monologue and looks back at her brother. “Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll go change.” She hurries towards the door and disappears behind it, but before closing, she pops her head back in, and looks down skeptically. He follows her gaze, stopping at his feet.

“I would wear other shoes with that...”

Hope you enjoyed!

p.s this fic was a kinda prequel to another of my fics. (It doesn’t actually chronologically follow obviously, but it set up a lot of the themes of that fic.)

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-Don’t Wake Up-

Beckett Harrington x MC.F!

The Elementalists.

QUICK EXPLANATION!: in this story, Beckett never broke through the wards at the their Theif game after Ellie’s disappearance and she was never found. They don’t know if she is dead of alive and this is Beckett’s experience dealing with it.

Warnings: tinyyy angst, mention of death, kidnapping.

A/N: This was super fun!! It’s not as dark as it looks I promise.

Masterlist

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Beckett’s usual stoic self was a crumbling mess. The pain that took over his heart was always too much, the thought of her smile, her laugh, and just her being taken away from him forever nearly broke him into a million peices.

He arrives home after another class without her and just stares at himself in the mirror. Running a hand through his hair he looks down at the Pend Pals bracelet their friend group wore. He remembers her putting it on for him because he slipped up doing it the first time but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

He sits down unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes before laying face up on his bed with his hands laying softly on his chest. His eyes flutter close from exhaustion and black surrounds his gaze while his shoulders relax more and more...

And then suddenly...

The sound of birds chirping fills Beckett’s ears and the smell of a fresh breeze hits his nostrils as that familiar feeling of peace and comfort eases its way through him. The grass around him flows with the wind ushering all his stress away. He had felt all this before.

This feeling never lasted to long. He used to hate it, it made him feel out of control which was something he wasn’t used to. All this peace and love that filled him by being there was her.

He squeezes his eyes shut not wanting it to end but feels a soft, delicate hand run through his hair and his eyes flew open locking his smoky eyes with her emerald green ones and she greets him with a warm smile.

“Wh-E- Ellie?” He choked out just staring up at her in disbelief. She chuckles before speaking.

“Hi nerd, how’s it hanging?” She laughed at his expression.

That smile... he thought as he continued to stare at her.

“Wait, Ellie, are you okay? Where are you?! a-are you...?” He didn’t need to finish the last part as she shook her head.

“I’m not dead Beck, I’m inside your head right now. This is a dream.” She assured him.

“Wait, a dream? How are you inside my dream? I didn’t think you could do that.” He asked sitting up and resting his back on the tree they where under. She lets out a sigh. “I’m using my presence to call out to you. I’m not sure how long it will last.” She quickly explained before resting her head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?!” Beckett asked looking down at her.

Ellie sighed and it took a few seconds for her to reply. “Yes, and no.” She finally said.

“What do you mean yes and no? That’s not a clear answer!” His voice was laced with concern.

“I’m not quite sure where I am, all I know is that nobody is consistently hurting me. I do have a gash on my leg and a few scrapes but those were from Mr. Handlebar Mustache.”

“Kane?!”

“Are you really that surprised?” She said quirking an eyebrow at him.

Beckett just stared at her, unsure of how he was talking to her and if she was alright. She doesn’t seem worried. And her telling him she’s alive and not hurt felt like a heavy concern lifting off his shoulders. After he got back he would have to tell the others, this would get them a step closer to finding her and getting his ray of sunshine back.

After a couple more seconds of looking down at her he raps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head with a sigh. I miss this.

“As long as your safe, Atlas and Swan are trying their hardest to find a connection that will hopefully find you. I wish I could do more to help but I can’t think of anything...” he admits.

“It’s alright, I’ve been practicing my presence while I’m stuck but it’s a lot harder now that I’m so far away from you all. Kane said I was ‘far from Pendergast’ but I just don’t know how far that is...”

A bird chirps in the distance as Ellie melts into Beckett, reminding herself of his warmth and appreciating it while she still can.

She had no idea where she was, and that scared her. She wished she even had the smallest idea as to what was happening. Beckett’s arms made her feel safe and... loved.

“I miss this.” She says with a sigh following after. Beckett hugs her tighter into his side.

“Me too.” He smiled down at her.

I love this girl so much. I’ll do everything I can to find her even if it kills me.

His own thoughts consumed him immediately.

I love her...

He continues to stare down at her and she lifts her head from his shoulder to look at him.

“Everything ok? You look a bit shocked there Beckett.” Her voice was laced with confusion as he shook his head to snap out of it.

He feels tired, like the dream would be ending.

When will I see her again? If at all...

That crushing feeling of pain and guilt washed over him once again.

He cupped her cheek, pressing her forehead against his softly. He stares into her eyes and she smiles which gives him butterflies. She runs a hand through his hair and that tired feeling from before grew.

“Do you have to leave?” She asks softly noticing his droopy eyes.

“I-I think.” He raps his arms around her waist and she frowns.

“Beckett.”

“..yes?”

“Don’t Wake Up.” Her eyes looked desperate as she spoke. Beckett knew he had to tell her what had been weighing on his mind for as long as last year.

“I- Ellie, I uhm.. I love-“ he begins but Ellie fades away in an instance.

“What? Ellie? Where are you!” He looks around and finds his own visions darkening, making everything around him blurry.

Before he knew it, black had surrounded his vision and he heard a strange noise.

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“Harrington!!!” Atlas was banging on his door.

He jolted awake at the intrusion and felt a pain in his chest. I didn’t tell her.

“Helllooo?!” The banging continued and Beckett through on some sweatpants and a shirt, still dizzy and confused.

He walks up to the door and opens it to find the Pend Pals and the Dean standing outside his door.

“Get dressed.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

“We found Ellie.”

This has been in my drafts since October... oops!

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