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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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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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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.
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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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Hello!
I've realized that I have never really introduced myself, just kind of appeared lol.
So hello! I've been on Tumblr for a while, but never realized there was a Choices community on here! It's something I didn't really investigate till TCH was wrapping up because I needed to know if anyone else was grieving like I was (and still am). I honestly have never loved a book so much.
Anyway, I've been playing Choices since I was in middle school, and now I'm in my second year of college. So I've seen it all lol.
I draw occasionally. Whenever I obsess over an MC and their LI, I'll whip out my iPad and spend some time on Procreate. I don't do this much anymore though since I'm drowning in schoolwork literally every day. But I do hope that in the future I will have more time since I'll be graduating next year :) I linked what I've posted so far below:
Ernest Sinclaire & my MC
Beckett Harrington & my MC
Kieran & my MC
I have tried my hand a fanfiction, but never posted anything since everything I have written is incomplete because I don't have much time these days or am just stuck. If anyone is interested though, I’ve started some for BSC, MOTY, TPS, and TE. Maybe y’all could give me the motivation to finish them lol.
So yeah, that's it I guess. I appreciate all of the love I've been getting on my fanart! It really just started with me being bored and then spiraled from there. I do have one of my MC and Clarke from TPS and if anyone wants me to post that, just let me know. I'm not really sure how popular that book is, but I liked it a lot.
If you stuck around till the end of this, thank you for reading! I really appreciate it and can't wait to post more!
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Sunday Six Highlights #86
@aussiegurl1234
Autumn’s Awakening | Drake Walker x MC
The Clan
@bebepac
The Rotten Apple | Liam Rys x MC; Eleanor Rys x M!OC
Chapter 10, Home Away from Home
Chapter 11, A Deal with God
@genevievemd WIPs
The Year Between | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Epilogue: The Wedding Night
Long Story Short (2/4) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Chapter 2: All Too Well
@gryffindordaughterofathena WIPs
Falling | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Chapter 2 – The Scalpel
The Story of Us | Bryce Lahela x F!OC
Chapter 2 – Forced Proximity? What’s This, Fanfiction?
Untitled | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
@headoverheelsforramsey
The Seal of Zeal | Ethan Walker x F!MC
Chapter Two
@inlocusmads
Delusion and Denial | M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC
Part 1, Full-on Denial
Part 2, Full-on Delusion
@jerzwriter and @lucy-268
Deception | Tobias Carrick x TBD?
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Untitled | Beckett Harrington x F!MC
@utterlyinevitable
For Better or Worse | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Idea Seed
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Would anyone like to be tagged in my upcoming Beckett x f!MC fic ? It's about Beckett's pov during the times mc was hurt and it's probably going to be a 2 part series.
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☁️The Elementalists
Headcannons!
Beckett x F!Mc
A/N: I’m super excited to share my very first headcannon with you guys! I hope you enjoy!
These are very short ones 😪🤚🏻
☁️Masterlist☁️
When Beckett made that list, ‘reasons why Ellie should be my girlfriend’, He wasn’t kidding when half of them said “I would do anything for you”.
He would always do the smallest of things to make Ellie happy. For example, whenever he saw her, he would boop her on the nose because he knew it made her smile & laugh even when she weren’t having the greatest of days.
One Wednesday’s, he got out of classes before her, which led him on the tradition of bringing Ellie an after school snack and waiting for her outside the classroom so she didn’t have to walk alone.
Basically everything he did mealted her heart into a billion pieces. Whenever he did something cute, Ellie would bury her head into her hands and softly squeal, making him a little confused.
Atlas always likes to keep a close eye on Ellie whenever they’re together. So when Beckett tries go walk close to Ellie in a group, Atlas just grabs her hand and drag her off to somewhere else. Sister time is never interrupted! Of course this made Beckett a little sad so Ellie would repay him with lots of cuddles and kisses.
As for Ellie, her love language is physical touch and spending quality time together, so whenever she got the chance, her and Beckett would be busy hanging out. Wether it was studying, getting food, or being in class, Ellie always finds a way to spend time with him.
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Illuminated Fantasies (2/2)
Characters: Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Iris Atwood), Pend Pals
Rating: NSFW! The sexual parts are at the end, so if you want, there is plenty of story before it gets dirty 30 diamond level.
Word Count: Over 10,000. I went overboard. ~30 min read
Summary: Part 2! Part 1 can be found here. It’s the Summer Solstice and Iris and the Pend Pals are celebrating! With the surge of magick from the Sun, Iris has just confessed to Beckett...how will he respond?
Notes: I’m so sorry for the long delay!! I love reading longer, fleshed out pieces, so I really wanted every moment to be captured. Hopefully you enjoy because this took so much of my heart and time! I took some lines from the book and mashed them together in my own way. This was created for a choices challenge way back in April where “Fantasy” was the theme.
“Wh-What?” Beckett stuttered out, clearly thrown off by Iris’ confession. He instantly sat up straight on the couch, running his nervous hand that was just touching her through his hair, tousling it immediately, and Iris was instantly missing his contact.
Whether he realized it or not, Iris felt his magickal energy start swirling around them.
He then stood up and started to walk around in front of Iris in lazy circles, clearly deep in thought. This made her empathetic self on edge. Beckett was always quickly composed and thought every step through before he acted, so this was a new side of him that she was witnessing. She wanted to know desperately what he was thinking.
“Yeah….” Iris blushed furiously, not really thinking about the part that came after a confession like that. She felt the air and energy change in the room, and magick sparked around them as if in the perfect conditions for a magickal storm. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be after she allowed herself to be completely influenced by her Sun magick, but she didn’t think he’d have such a strong magickal effect.
Iris felt a soft breeze of air flowing around them, dancing across her skin, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at the feel of his magick around her. His air magick slightly brushed her hair from her shoulders. He slowly stopped his pacing to look at her then.
His gaze bore into her hazel eyes so deeply, like he was searching for guidance in them. Under his gaze, she felt herself open up to him even more, like a flower finally, slowly blooming in the right conditions. She dropped all of her guards in their silent communication through their eyes, and in a burst of raw emotion, her Sun magick intertwined with his to create a gentle warm breeze around them.
“....And…that is something, you…. you want?” Beckett broke the silence as he nervously asked, blushing so hard that she could basically feel the heat coming from his body. She broke out in a smile at the sight of the handsome blushing Metal-Att in front of her. She loved making him flustered, and pushed away any fear that he would not return the feelings, and just allowed herself to be present in the moment.
“For someone as brilliant as you, I would have thought you would have figured that out long ago.” Iris teased and couldn’t help but let out a light hearted giggle.
“I...I,” Beckett started and stopped. He cleared his throat as if he was trying to regain some control over the situation. “I would never have guessed in a million years that you felt that way about me. Iris, I don’t even know what to say. I’m not good at this.”
He moved to then sit down next to her on the couch and immediately his knee started to bounce up and down, and Iris started to feel herself doubt herself as she felt how nervous he was. Was he trying to let her down easy?
Oh shit. What did I just ruin? Her mind betrayed her earlier confidence. She reached out and grabbed his knee to stop the anxiety habit and ease him.
“Listen. You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just keep this moment,” Iris spoke softly but felt her throat tighten up as her body was starting to have a very emotional reaction to the thought of losing Beckett due to pushing boundaries. Stupid Sun magick confidence.
“Iris.” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was deep in thought over how to say his next words. “I would very much like to hear what the fantasy spelled showed you. If you want to tell me that is.” He spoke so gently as if afraid the moment was going to be spooked and run away if he approached it too quickly.
She started retelling it softly, “Okay. Well, the vision was of me waking up and having a strong reaction to a nightmare. Funny enough, even in my fantasy life, I’m not well mentally.” She laughed slightly at herself to ease the building tension inside of her.
She took a little breath and continued, looking down at her nervous hands in her lap as she spoke, “But you were there. You instantly knew what to do to make me feel safe. You didn’t do a whole lot, but I felt so loved, Beck. I didn’t fantasize about being not fucked up. I dreamt about you loving me for me, even though I’m so messed up.” As she spoke, tears threatened to fall and gathered at the corners of her eyes, feeling exposed and so tired of having to be strong all the time.
He quickly reached out to her as if she was falling, and he was the only person able to catch her. The gold detailing on all the candlesticks next to them started to curl up and bend in shape, as a burst of Metal magick left him. He cupped her face and spoke so vulnerably and choked out his words with so much feeling. Her tears started to fall softly.
“Iris. I wish you could read my mind so you could see how much you mean to me. I know I’m not good at this.” He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb and continued, “But, I know you. The real you, Iris. And you’re not fucked up. Please don't ever say that about yourself. You are so beautiful. Oh God, you are so beautiful.”
His lips were on hers before she could truly process what he was saying. The moment of feeling his kiss for the first time was a memory her lips would keep forever, and when she felt his trembling fingers caress her face and neck, she kissed him harder.
They didn’t let their minds and second thoughts stop the intimate moment. His lips were softer than she expected, and she felt herself craving the feeling of his kiss as the moments passed. He returned her passion as equally, and she was honestly surprised at how hungrily he captured her lips. She was completely under his spell.
From this close, she was surrounded by the smell of his cologne, fresh and intoxicating. She could feel his energy and magick bouncing off of him in waves, and she welcomed it. Running her fingers through his hair, she moaned slightly in his mouth, as she had always wanted to do that.
His tongue ran along her bottom lip and caressed her own, and she wanted to never forget the way he tasted. Iris smiled into the kiss and pulled her body even closer to his, almost on top of his lap. This little moment was pure bliss.
Well almost.
Reality crashed hard as they pulled apart abruptly when they both heard someone making their way into the room. Iris was about to murder her twin, who was currently drunkenly yelling, asking where she was.
“IRIS! You in here? I know you ain’t in the bathroom. Because I checked. And there are SO many bathrooms on this floor alone,” Atlas shouted as she entered Sherya’s massive sunroom taking in the extravagant surroundings. “What fucking room is this, now?”
“Yeah, I’m here. Now stop yelling,” Iris said and stood up getting some distance from the blushing Beckett who had swollen lips. Shit. She’s totally going to know.
“Dude, I looked for you everywhere! But side note, why, why do people need 42 bathrooms? One of them literally had a golden bathtub, and that’s just what they have on the main floor!” Atlas continued not being too observant of her twin before her.
“I needed a moment, and then Beckett found me here, and we were talking. Didn’t mean to worry anyone.” Iris decided to keep it short as she was nervous her intuitive twin would know what happened, and she definitely wasn’t ready to share that with her.
“Oh. Becky is here, too. I thought you went to talk to plants or something?” Atlas turned her attention now to Beckett who clearly did not appreciate the new nickname.
“Not Becky, ever. And yes, I was actually interested in studying the plants in the sunroom, and I found Iris here, funny enough.” Beckett was quick with his story leaving Iris impressed.
“Becky will stick, just see. Well, come on guys. Zeph is gonna leave soon, but he wants to do the wish to the faes together before he goes.” Atlas motioned for them to follow her, so they had no choice but to leave their moment they had built together and follow her.
“Yes, that is good timing actually because I was planning on leaving shortly as well. I will make my leave after the fae wish as well,” Beckett stated so matter of factly, that Iris was nervous that he regretted what happened. She felt him trying to make eye contact, but she couldn’t return it without Atlas getting suspicious.
Silently, they made their way back to Shreya’s backyard to sit around the bonfire once more joining in their friends’ conversation. Iris had to do everything in her power to appear normal, but her thoughts were consumed by Beckett's hands on her neck, the way his breathing changed as he kissed her harder, and the feel of his soft lips kissing her over and over.
“No way, so you guys kissed?!” Griffin asked loudly. Iris jumped in her seat at the question and turned to Beckett who was already staring at her wide eyed.
Shreya laughed at the question directed to her, “Yes! Even with that terrible button up shirt, I still kissed him!” They were engaged in a conversation that Iris and Beckett missed, and it took several moments to still Iris’ beating heart at the thought that they were that obvious and caught.
Beckett’s laughter surprised Iris even more, but then she couldn’t help but join him, making him laugh harder. The rest of the group stopped talking and looked at them quizzingly.
“Sorry, just thinking of a funny joke Iris said earlier.” Beckett smiled a lopsided smile at Iris that made her stomach do flip flops.
“Wow, Beckett’s drunk. Never thought I’d see the day.” Zeph said, teasing him and elbowing his side.
“They’re here!” Aster clapped her hands excitedly and everyone stopped talking then to look at the beautiful flickering and glowing lights in the distance as the faes took the Summer Solstice cookies offerings the Pend Pals placed earlier.
“Everyone make your wish!” Aster shouted and closed her eyes eager and loving the tradition.
Iris closed her eyes and as soon as she did, she felt the essence of Beckett wash over her even more. His energy and magick strongly coursed through her body. Completely influenced by him, she made her wish.
Faes, on this beautiful summer solstice night, I feel my magick stronger than ever before. I feel your magick, and I also strongly feel his magick. My wish is to live my life with no expectations of what others have of me. To allow myself to feel without fear.
She felt so lighthearted and free after releasing her wish. The amount of emotions and depth of the feelings that she had encountered today was exhausting if she stopped and thought about it. Even with the vision she had this morning of him kissing her in her underwear (that part didn’t happen sadly), she was still thrown off by his pure raw emotion that she briefly felt tonight. It shook her to core, and she was aware of the change that was forming inside her. He was swimming in the waters that was breaking her levee refusing to let her be the same as before.
“I always loved doing that with my grandma and sister. Since they’re gone at their Water-Att women retreat, I appreciate you guys filling in. You guys are the best! “ Zeph beamed at his friends and wrapped his arms around Beckett and Griffin’s necks, happily affected by the magick the night brought.
“Anytime, buddy. Anytime.” Griffin patted his back amused. With that everyone started to say their goodbyes for the night and made their promises to keep in touch as the summer passed. Iris hugged all her friends, and when she got to Beckett, all her senses came alive, watching his every move.
“Goodnight, Iris.” He spoke softly, and she could see the hint of pink tickling his cheeks. He took her into his arms, and she held onto him tightly. She didn’t want to be too obvious in front of the others, but her body couldn’t help but react when she was around him.
“Goodnight. Thank you for everything.” Iris whispered only loud enough for him to hear, and he squeezed her a little tighter in response. Pulling apart they started to make their distance from each other, Beckett’s long legs running ahead of her. Iris sighed a deep breath and couldn’t believe she was going to go a while without seeing him again. She’d have to make up some excuse to see him one more time before her internship with his sister.
Iris’ walking came to a slow pace, as her thoughts were becoming increasingly louder. She jumped at a touch on her shoulder. She heard her sister laugh at her reaction, so she elbowed her in the side as they walked silently across Shreya’s yard going home together.
“Okay. I’m just going to say it.” Atlas broke their silence and Iris stopped their walking to look at her twin as she continued, “You need to go after him.” She spoke so nonchalantly, but all- knowing, and Iris couldn’t help but get annoyed at her smugness.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iris picked her pace back up and continued to walk, Atlas following right behind her.
“Riiiighhht. That’s why neither of you could look at each other the whole time without getting red. I mean that’s a norm of Beckers, but when I saw you getting flustered over him, I knew something was going on.” She shrugged. “I’m your twin, remember.”
“Yeah, I can’t forget that,it’s like looking at an angry version of myself all the time.” Iris replied ignoring her sister further. Atlas actually laughed at her sister’s remark, but didn’t drop it.
“Iris, really. I don’t want to further discuss it. But just please go after him, so I don’t have to deal with your moping all summer. Just please spare the details.” Atlas raised her eyebrows in her classic, please don’t make me smile, but I want to show some emotion to you, way. Iris beamed at her sister and nodded silently communicating in a way only they could.
She ran hard, pushing herself and allowing the adrenaline of the Sun magick building inside of her to release in every step forward. No plan was constructed inside of her mind, and she didn’t even want to think of one. Everything about Beckett since the kiss felt organic as each thought about him bloomed without effort. She didn’t want to act based on overthinking and trying to figure out what he wants from her. Feeling tired of always having to be mindful of her power growing inside of her, the dark thoughts that fought to come out of the shadows, and needing to take care of everyone, she wanted, no, needed to take care of herself.
This was Iris’ first step toward that, and she wanted her declaration to be loud and authentic to her, and what she truly wanted to be without expectations of others. She was short of breath by the time she reached Shreya’s magick portal room, and surprised that she saw Beckett still there pacing the room.
Faintly, she heard him muttering to himself. “No, no. That simply won’t do. Iris, I would very much like to talk and figure out a plan to further test our connection? No. Come on, Beckett.” She couldn’t help but gush at the precious sight of him rehearsing what to say to her.
He actually felt the same way. Holy crap. He felt the same way. Reality was catching up to Iris gleefully as she took steps closer to Beckett, her footsteps bouncing across the marble making him aware of her presence.
“Iris!” The way he was looking at her and calling her name was all the motivation she needed to keep going.
“Beckett, I don’t want the night to end. I want to be around you. I don’t care what we do. I just don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Iris allowed herself to be vulnerable as she now stood in front of him, admiring the way the blue in his blazer brought out the brightness in his eyes.
He bit his lip as if it could prevent himself from smiling hard, but Iris’ eyes were like magnets to his lips. He didn’t speak right away, and instead reached down the length of her forearm arm to capture her hands in his own. Iris immediately took his warm hands in hers and her toes curled in her shoes at the sensation. Looking down, and their hands, Beckett blushed.
“I would very much like to continue the night with you as well.” His voice was soft and comforting, and he wordlessly took her through a door to a destination he had in mind.
Still hand in hand and occasionally brushing their thumbs across the other’s, they made their way through an unfamiliar ward room, and out into a summer lakehouse. Her eyes widened at the beautiful view that was immediately visible to her through the open floor plan room: floor to ceiling windows that were letting in an abundant amount of moonlight in the room as it stood over a private lake and greenery.
“This place is stunning!” Iris took in her surroundings and decor enjoying the way the luxurious rug in the living room felt under her toes. These were the type of homes that Iris thought she would only be able to see during her late night HGTV binge watching when she was attuneless. She could tell that this was a summer home by the choice in decorations and color, and Iris couldn’t believe that this was someone’s second home.
Beckett leaned against the living room wall observing Iris as she made her way over to the large window. “I cannot believe this amazing view as well. Is that a private lake? Of course it is, what am I saying? Look at this yard!” Iris could feel herself fawning, and even joined Beckett in laughing at herself.
“Yes. I know I am very lucky to benefit from my family’s success and name.” Beckett spoke lightheartedly, but Iris could sense a deep hurt lurking there. She didn’t want to push it and make him feel anything bad.
“Where are we?” Iris asked and wanted to change the subject a little to ease his mind. He seemed grateful for the slight distraction.
“My family’s summer home about 40 minutes up north. That is Lake Evi back there and it flows quite a bit down east, but yes, this is our part of the lake. There are a few other homes around the lake. My father is keen on privacy, so the floral, trees, and greenery all have a purpose to keep it secluded still. You can barely even tell there are other homes here, you can truly pretend you’re by yourself.” He stared out the window and was deep in thought.
“It seems like a special place to you.” Iris pushed slightly, wanting him to know that she was here for him. She reached down between them to connect their hands once more. He smiled at the contact, and this gave him the courage to keep talking.
“This was always my favorite place to go as a child. We seemed to be the closest as a family when we were able to just forget the outside world and their expectations of being a Harrington. I was able to truly relax here on the lake with Katrina. That changed as we got older, however. The perpetual notion my family put on me that I had to be absolutely perfect all the time followed me everywhere, even on vacation. The emotional distance got larger and eventually we stopped vacationing here as a family all together.” Beckett confessed to her, still looking out to the lake as if he had been returning to an age-old conversation with it.
“I’m sorry, Beck. I hope you know that you are amazing, and that you’re amazing because you’re not perfect. That doesn’t mean you aren’t one of the most intelligent and capable people I know, because you are. You don’t need to prove it to anyone or constantly prove it to yourself. Trust yourself.” Iris put her head on his shoulder and looked out at the lake with him trying to help him find the tranquility he needed. He squeezed her hand again, and they stayed like that, comfortable with the silence and each other's presence.
Moonlight danced across a photo frame nearby catching Iris’ attention, and she immediately lit up at the sight of younger Beckett in the photo. She made her way over to the wall of photos and Iris made sure to stop and take in every picture. Images of younger Beckett and Katrina shined in their frames, and Iris couldn’t help but stop and smile at the photo of them making something that looked like an attuned version of s’mores in the yard with a great mess on their faces. They looked so happy together.
“I love this one.” Iris spoke pointing at the picture, and Beckett came over to see which one she was talking about.
“Oh yeah. We loved making fire pies when we were younger.” Beckett smiled absentmindedly looking at the photo, lost in a memory.
“Okay, moving past fire pies when they are obviously s’mores…” Iris giggled at Beckett’s startled face clearly wanting to object, and she loved how easy it was to make him flustered. “I think it’s a really tender moment.”
“Yeah, Katrina was big on putting up candid photos. My parents didn’t think photos should be taken unless there was some reason to take them. They hated unprofessional, impromptu photos, and so there came a point where Katrina got so fed up she asked our cook, Darla, to take our photo. Then it kinda became our thing. My parents were so mad when she bought frames and decorated the house with these photos. They took them down, naturally, but since it was Katrina, they insisted if she had to put them up, they would be put up here, where no one but us would see.” Beckett finished recalling the memory speaking softer towards the end.
Iris frowned at the story being told to her, heart filling with ache for the man next to her. She looked around the walls and sure enough, his parents weren’t in a single picture. No wonder why he looked so happy in them. She nonchalantly looked around the summer house a bit more and saw that it looked like someone had been here recently. A cup left out on the counter, a blanket folded on the corner of the couch, and the air enchantments that cooled the house were still going.
She felt a pit in her stomach, knowing the answer. Was Beckett staying here instead of his house? Iris turned to the freckled Metal-Att who was already looking at her, deep in thought. She smiled at him gently trying to ease any pain wordlessly and by the way he was looking at her, she could tell he could feel her nurturing energy.
“I’m really glad you have these photos then. This place really seems to be a safe haven for you. I’m so happy you showed me, Beck.” Iris’ soft voice came out barely louder than a whisper feeling herself and her magick connect to Beckett as if it were some magickally woven string stitching them together. They stood there wordlessly for a while and allowed the moment to stay there and be tender.
“You want to hear what my fantasy was?” Beckett spoke finally, and Iris couldn’t help but notice how overcome with emotion he was.
“Of course.” She encouraged him to tell her, and he began to speak gently without breaking eye contact.
“I was at a place, very similar to this, and I was enjoying a glass of tea. But you see, I wasn’t just sitting there drinking tea, I felt truly present. I felt the wind. I thanked the clouds for the brief shade it provided, but celebrated the sun when it returned. I heard the sound of the grass moving, and the trees were almost singing with an utter joy of just existing. You were there with me. Silent, but still communicating with me all the same. I felt the texture and warmth of your skin as you reached out and grabbed my hand, and the pure love that I felt almost knocked the wind out of me. You see, Iris, I felt no pressure. There was no thought that I should be doing more. That simply living my life, enjoying the little things with you, was more than enough.” He swallowed thickly with emotion that was bubbling up inside of him, and her heart soared.
“Beckett, that sounds absolutely beautiful.” She slid her hands to run up his chest slowly and around his beck, making his ears turn pink. Leaning forward slowly, she took Beckett’s lips in her own, and his were on hers returning the gesture immediately. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer and deepened the kiss.
Still just as overwhelmed with delight as the first time he took her lips, she became entranced with his kiss and his taste. It sent every nerve in her body on fire, and she was aware of every feeling coursing through her.
She could feel his quickened heartbeat through the blazer he always wore, and she felt her body heat up from the contact. The effect he had on her from barely doing anything made her head spin. She could only imagine what it would be like when she became more intimate with him.
He pulled back from the kiss to tenderly caress her cheek and whispered against her lips, “Stay with me tonight. We can just sit here on the rug and watch the moon over the lake. I don’t mind. I just don’t want to let you go yet.” He pleaded with her, and she felt her stomach do flip flops.
“There’s nowhere else I rather be.” She smiled brightly, and her body hummed with Sun magick as she felt her skin warm and break out in goosebumps as if the sun just came out and warmed her chilled skin.
He stepped back and sat down on the oversized plush rug that was situated right in front of the window, giving them a perfect view of the scenery. He took two decorative pillows from the couch for them to lay down on as well. Reaching out his hand for her to take, Iris thought there was nowhere she wouldn't follow him.
Enjoying the feeling of the incredibly soft rug on her legs as she stretched out, she sat down next to Beckett. Putting her head back on his shoulders she couldn't believe that she was here sharing such a tender night with him. Part of her worried that he would disappear like this was all just some twisted dream.
After a while of comfortable silence staring at the tranquil lake, Iris spoke, still gently resting her head on his shoulder breathing in his intoxicating scent, "I don't know what's in my future and honestly, the more I think about it, the more my stomach feels sick. Tonight and everything that’s happened with you, though, feels right. I don't have an answer about where we go from here, but I for once want to allow myself to feel what I want to feel."
Beckett responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her whole side was glued to his and she felt the fire starting to burn inside of her again setting her magick on edge.
"Then who am I to deny you such pleasures? I want you to always be yourself with me, without any fear of my expectations. I promise I'll always give you room to grow and be yourself." Beckett spoke so matter-of-factly as if this wasn't the most thoughtful thing Iris had ever heard, and she had to tell herself repeatedly that this really was happening.
She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled warmly at him. "And you said you didn't have a way with words. Leave it to Beckett to be good at everything, even the things he’s not good at." Iris teased and enjoyed the bashful smile that emerged on his beautiful face.
"Can I kiss you again?" Beckett asked with a delight in his voice, shyly looking at her lips with such desire. What a goofball, Iris thought as she got closer to him and was centimeters away from his lips.
"You're adorable. Beck, the answer is always going to be yes." After Iris gave her consent, he eagerly closed the gap between them and took her lips so gently like he was afraid to scare her off. She placed her hands on the base of his neck toying with the hairs there and slightly parted his kiss with her tongue. Once he felt her tongue against his, the gentle kisses were replaced with urgent, passionate ones, desperate to taste all of her, but still keeping his slow pace.
He gently pushed against her body to lay them down on the rug, and she felt her heartbeat start to race as she felt his body covering hers. She distantly felt a swirl of his air magick blowing around them, but all she could focus on was his soft lips kissing her like he was making up for lost time.
He pulled back to look at her with such adoration and desire in his eyes. She had never been under such an intense, raw gaze before, and she felt her cheeks warm from the attention he was giving her.
"Don't stop." Iris pulled him back down to her, unable to stop smiling.
Her lips found his again in another heated surge, and she took the time to enjoy the feel of his kiss. He was making soft groans as his strong hands roamed her sides gently, and she felt the excitement and sexual energy build inside of her. She needed to set the boundary for the night and see where his head was at because she felt herself being pulled by her blood magick impulse and carnal desire for him as the heated moments passed.
However, the time spent longing for him from afar and in denial of her attraction to him was making the decision to keep it at just kissing harder and harder. With every capture of his soft lips, and feel of his exploring hands finding new skin to graze, her desire built higher. He was intoxicating with his entire being and the idea that she was finally kissing Beckett, and with such passion no less, was driving her absolutely wild.
She couldn’t hold back the fantasy that often played in her head: to see what he looked like when he shook with pleasure and moaned her name.
Iris moaned into his mouth at the thought and felt the tightness in her abdomen growing. Beckett responded to her moan by involuntarily thrusting his hips forward, desperate for contact even though their clothes.
After a moment, she pulled back reluctantly, and looked into his darkening grey eyes breathing heavy with him.
“It feels so right kissing you, Beck.” A small bashful smile tugged at her lips as the giddiness of the moment caught up to her.
“I still can’t believe you’re letting me kiss you.” Beckett smiled a lopsided smile, eyes filled with building desire, and Iris couldn’t help her heart tightening with extreme emotion she felt for the Attuned laying on top of her lovingly. She knew how much Beckett overtook her mind, but being able to act on these feelings was a whole other new world for her. All of her emotions were in overdrive, and her whole body hummed for him. Her logical brain was disappearing rapidly.
She blushed harder. “I can’t believe I’m the one blushing, that’s usually your thing.” Iris laughed lightly, and Beckett joined her at her small joke at his expense holding her tighter and burying his face in the crook her neck. Inhaling her scent, Beckett hummed lightly to himself.
“You smell amazing.” He spoke against her skin, sending vibrations throughout her body and making her even more aroused. The weight in his air magick changed as it swirled around them stronger. He then began to slowly and sensually kiss her neck, down to her collarbone back up to her neck, and immediately Iris broke out in goosebumps overcome with sensation as he paid attention to one of her more sensitive areas.
She felt him smile against her skin, and he pulled his lips far enough away that she could feel his breath spreading across the goosebumps. Iris bit her lip and held her breath as her toes curled. She was losing control already. She could only imagine what it would be like to feel him inside her. Her thoughts got dirtier as he continued to explore her body.
“You like that?” Beckett’s husky voice vibrated against her neck once again, and all she could do was wordlessly nod as he began to plant more kisses along her neckline, this time dipping further down her chest. He was paying extra attention to the freckles that danced across her skin as his warm fingertips started to trace her collarbone and neck lightly. Iris ran her hands through his hair and down his broad back, getting lost in the sensations.
"The effect you have on me is incredible." Iris sighed in pleasure as he continued a line of kisses from her neck to her shoulder, a mixture of sweet and desperate for more.
She spread her legs wider to pull him even closer, and Beckett willingly brought his body closer, eager for that connection as well. The hem of her sunflower dress rose up her thighs as his warm, roaming hand tested the boundaries throughout the kiss, gradually rising and falling down her figure.
The feeling of his body weight on her, completely covered and surrounded by him alone, was making her magick hum inside her and around them beautifully. She felt her hair brush off her shoulders by a warm wind created by their pure emotion and magick mixing together. They were pushing a wordless limit that neither had set.
She felt his fingers tremble slightly as his hand made his way lower and gently cupped her breast, groaning when he made contact. He kneaded slightly and took her lips hungrily in another passionate kiss in which Iris happily returned.
“Beckett!" Iris pulled away slightly to look deeply into his grey eyes, shocked by how affected she was by touch and lowered her gaze to his swollen lips. Fuck, he was irrisitable. I need him.
"I'm sorry. I-" Beckett started to apologize for crossing the boundary neither had set, but Iris interrupted him by kissing him quickly.
"Don't! Don’t apologize.” Iris spoke quickly. She took a deep breath and continued, “I'm not sorry. Far from it. I...I want to be with you, Beckett." Iris looked down to avoid his gaze at the intensity of it all, but quickly looked back at him when she heard a deep, involuntary groan escape his mouth. She could hear him break control at her words, and she wanted more. She’d never forget that sound.
"Iris... I've-I’ve wanted you for so long." He eagerly cupped her face and kissed her, making her smile against his lips and run her hands down his chest.
"Mmmm...Beckett. Show me." Iris barely broke away from the kiss, speaking against his beautiful lips and allowed the desire to be reflected in her words, so he wouldn't have a doubt with how much she wanted this.
He swallowed visibly and sat up briefly on his heels to remove his trademark blazer, leaving him in his dark grey button down shirt. Iris sat up with him then and kissed his neck tasting his skin, and her hands started to work her way through his buttons. She felt his breath hitch and become more shallow, and she couldn't wait to make him come even more undone.
His hands trembled slightly and made his way over her shoulders and down the length of her back to cup her ass, and Iris moaned softly against his neck and finished unbuttoning his shirt with some Air magick. She eagerly pushed his shirt off his shoulders, drinking in the sight of his bare chest, remembering when she first saw him shirtless when he did yoga with her.
She couldn’t help but run her exploring hands over his warming chest. He hummed in delight at her touches as he wrapped his fingers around her dress's zipper and pulled it down.
He sucked in his breath as Iris shimmed her way out of her dress, leaving her only in her underwear in front of him.
"You're... You're so beautiful, Iris." Beckett fawned over her and kissed her again with more urgency. She returned the kiss fiercely and ran her hands through his hair and loved the way it felt beneath her fingers, knowing she was messing up his traditional well-kempt style.
He began to graze his palms against her bare skin, and Iris could feel his touch long after he left the area of skin. He was drinking in the feel of her skin, taking his time, and Iris felt herself melt.
Standing back and getting some distance between them, Iris made eye contact with Beckett. She could see his erection straining against his pants, and she was eager to see all of him and fully please him.
Let’s give him a night to remember forever.
He was beginning to stare at the tops of her breasts that peaked from her bra. Smirking and reaching behind herself, she unhooked her strapless bra with one motion, and let her bra drop on the carpet without breaking eye contact.
Beckett’s eyes grew wide, and he hissed at the sight of her bare chested in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful.” Beckett breathed as he quickly closed the distance between them and enveloped her into his arms wrapping her tightly with another passionate kiss, and the wetness between her legs grew at Beckett swearing. Him talking dirty to her would surely be the death of her.
He began to kiss down her neck and make his way to her breasts with open mouth kisses. Every now and then he would trace his tongue across her skin to taste her. When he made it to her breasts, he took his time kissing the skin there, and when he got her nipples they were already sensitive with anticipation.
Her fingers dug their way in Beckett’s hair making a home there as he claimed her breasts with his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple with just the right amount of pressure and pain as his tongue swirled around her bud, and she felt her body create a moan from deep inside.
“Come here.” Iris commanded and was surprised to hear how husky her voice had become. She felt so sexy and sure of herself. She was loving how empowered he made her feel as the heated moments passed. His lips let go of her nipple with a loud pop, and he looked so disheveled but eager to please.
Iris laid herself back down on the carpet, letting the fuzzy material caress her skin that was already humming with sensational delight. With the sexiest mischievous smile she could muster, Iris waved him down to her, and almost laughed at how quick he was down on the ground covering her with his body and kisses.
She had already decided that she wanted to drive Beckett Harrington absolutely wild and give him something to remember for the rest of the summer, but with every one of his touches, she felt her own sexual energy being fueled. The room’s temperature rose a few degrees as Iris’ Sun magick sparked.
Kissing him and teasing his tongue with her own, she carefully ran her hand down the length of him through his pants. He broke the kiss immediately to give a deep groan and eagerly helped her when she began to unzip his pants and push them down and off his legs.
Hooking her leg around his waist, she began to move her hips so she could rub herself against his bulge through their underwear, aching for him, as she captured his lips. His body trembled slightly, and she held behind his neck tighter, pulling him closer to her, completely enveloping him in her kiss.
Iris began to feel her way down his toned back, reminding herself of the countless yoga sessions she’d spend staring at it, and tucked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers to pull them down so she could see all of him.
He sprung out of his boxers, and Iris felt a warm blush cover her cheeks as she saw his cock for the first time.
“Beckett…” Was all Iris could manage to say as he claimed her lips again. When she felt his fingers pulling down the only piece of clothing left between them both, she reached down to hold his hard length in her hand.
“I-Iris,” Beckett hissed as she began to pump him slowly, resting his forehead against hers as he struggled to not moan. He was turning on Iris so much that she felt a surge of sexual confidence overcome her as she spoke.
“Tell me your fantasy…” Iris moaned, loving the effect she had on him.
“I already did,” Beckett croaked out, and looked slightly confused and out of it, and this brought much amusement to Iris.
“No...you know.” She gave a little chuckle which made his cock twitch, "Tell me a sexual fantasy you have." Iris runs her hand along the length of him again this time with more pressure.
“Shit, Beck. You’re really sexy” Iris could feel herself saying out loud as she gazed upon the blushing Metal Att, his hard cock in her hand.
Beckett groaned loudly as Iris began to deftly work her hand down his hard length, and she felt her toes curl in delight at the noise. She wanted to hear more, yearned for more. She squeezed him harder on her next pass up his erection, and swiped his precum at the top. His hips jerked in her palm, and she smirked as his eyes shut tight.
“Iris” He breathed out shakily.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Iris teased him and slowed her movements almost to a dead stop, getting incredibly aroused by having this power on him. She stopped moving her hand after he still didn’t respond.
“Hmm?” Beckett spoke breathlessly, clearly missing the feeling of her hand stroking his cock.
She let out a small laugh and Beckett’s hipped jerked, urging her to continue. She took her fingertips and lightly brushed their way up the length of his penis and gently swirled around his tip. Just enough contact to please and not tease, but not nearly enough for Beckett. He impatiently whimpered as she continued her slow strokes.
Using the way his eyes were tightly shut and the way his body slightly trembled as a motivation to continue, she sexily purred, “Beck, tell me a fantasy of yours...”, letting all of her magical seduction energy pour out of her. She increased the pressure she stroked his cock as she gave him the pleasure he was looking for.
He jerked his hips as she gave him more of what he wanted, but as she started to slow down again as he didn’t answer, he started to speak in a rushed husky tone.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to hear.” He moaned into her neck, and she twisted her hand around the head of his penis. “Fuck, Iris!” His breath spread across her neck.
“Tell me dirty thoughts you’ve had about me, Beck” Iris whispered as she stroked his eager dick with a rhythm now. She could feel him audibly gulping so she continued.
“Have you ever touched yourself to me?” She continued her teasing and wanted to blame the summer solstice energy for making her so bold, but truth was, she has craved to lose control with Beckett for a long time.
She didn’t know if he was thinking of what to say or just couldn’t speak because Beckett moved his head to stare at her with his mouth open for a few moments. He was starting to tremble slightly again under her touch as he shakily moaned. Teasing him further, she started to slow down her rhythm and strokes.
“...Y-Yes! Yes, I’ve touched myself thinking about you.” He gulped loudly and looked into her eyes. His desire was clear in his reflective eyes.
"Mmm...Beckett, you're so fucking sexy." Iris could feel how wet she was as her underwear hung around the tops of her knees forgotten with her passionate question earlier. His warm hands were frozen by her thighs as her brazen spark of sexual energy took control of the moment.
“Tell me more” She huskily demanded stroking faster and applying more pressure. He bucked into her hands not even trying to stop. Feeling the warm pulse of her blood magick growing stronger, she decided to take it further.
She stopped her movements all together, causing him to groan, and lightly pushed on his chest, motioning him to lay down on his back. Iris thought he looked like a Greek God sprawled out on the luxury rug, lips swollen, and his cock eager and ready. She knew she was driving him mad, but she had only begun.
As Iris crawled her way to his naked body, Beckett’s eyes widened in the anticipation. When she made it to him, she ran her hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the feel of his muscles getting taunt under touch. Making eye contact the whole time, Iris lowered her mouth to place open mouth kisses on his chest.
“Iris…” was all that Beckett was able to say as he watched her kiss lower, and his eyes rolled back as she darted her tongue out to taste his skin. As she got closer to his erection, she could feel his leg muscles tighten as his hands were fists at his sides, not willing himself to touch her just yet.
“Mmm...I’ve thought about tasting you for such a long time.” Iris admitted as she took him in her hands again, stoking him gently. She looked up at Beckett to see his flushed face and mouth open, staring, causing her to smirk her mischievous smile.
Still keeping eye contact, she flicked her tongue out slowly over his tip, tasting his precum as she held his shaft.
“Shit…” Beckett breathed heavily, and Iris could see his chest moving up and down as he became undone.
“Still don’t think I got an answer to my question though…” Iris sexily purred as she licked his tip and down his shaft, back up to the top. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you touch yourself…” After she finished, she took his tip in her mouth quickly and popped off with a loud pop, teasing him beautifully.
“You will be the death of me.” Beckett’s voice was hoarse and desperate, and she knew he was close to needing release.
She hummed, satisfied with herself, and took him in her mouth again, this time going even lower down his shaft, but not nearly enough for Beckett. When she stopped this time, she replaced her mouth with light strokes of her fingers, teasing him further.
“This.” Beckett spoke almost too loud for the moment as he tried to keep his composure but failed miserably. “You taking me in your mouth, feeling your tongue against m…” he stopped speaking as she finally took him all in her mouth. His hands reached out to caress her skin as she took him in her mouth over and over, creating a beautiful rhythm. When she began to move her hand along with her tongue and mouth, he started swearing under his breath.
“Mmm...so good. Well, I’m happy to oblige,” Iris found herself saying out loud after she released her working mouth from him as she continued to stroke him. She didn’t realize how much she belonged in this role of pleasing Beckett until she had his beautiful body under her palm and control.
Face flushed more than Iris has ever seen, Beckett sat up and captured Iris’ lips in a sensual kiss all while she continued to stroke him. He stopped the kiss to lean his forehead against her panting as he no longer tried to hide how much he wanted her.
“Have you ever thought about fucking me?” Iris boldly asked in the darkness, having only the moonlight dance across their features. Beckett made a startled noise in his throat before moaning deeply and kissed her again, tongues caressing one another.
“Y-Yes. God, Iris, I want you so badly.” Beckett confessed against her swollen lips.
It was Iris’ turn to come undone as Beckett’s strong hand made his way down her naked back, over her ass, and back around to swipe a finger along her wet folds. The instant spark she felt was evident as her magick surged out of her and gave her body a brief warm glow.
Beckett stopped momentarily to look in awe at the glowing Attuned in front of him, “Iris. You’re incredible.” He kissed her shoulders as his fingers continued their exploration of her wetness with gentle touches. When his now wet finger made his way to her clit and did a lazy circle around it, Iris moaned deeply.
They stayed like that for a while, each one touching the other, moaning into each others’ skin and climbing higher in ecstasy. Iris’ moans were coming closer together as he kept circling her clit with built up pressure and speed.
“Yes, keep making those noises for me.” Beckett huskily demanded into the nape of her neck, as he easily slipped a finger into her core, and Iris could barely contain herself.
“Fuck!” She grinded her hips into his finger making it go even deeper, and even though her strokes were now lazier on his hard cock, she could see he was enjoying himself just as much watching her come undone.
“Shit, yes, I feel you tightening around my finger, just like that.” Beckett coaxed her in her ear as he continued to pump into her, adding another finger, all while never losing his momentum with her clit.
She had no idea that Beckett, who would blush at their connected hands whenever she handed a book over to him, would be this comfortable enough to dirty talk with her. While she often dreamt of it, she never imagined he would actually be this wild. It was enough to make her come undone as the seconds passed, and she could feel her lower abdomen tighten and release as her ecstasy climbed higher and crashed wonderfully.
“Beckett!” Iris moaned loudly, holding onto his body tightly, surprised by how hard she was cumming around his fingers, and she could only faintly feel his kisses down her neck and chest as she made her way back down from her orgasm.
When she opened her eyes again, her heart tightened in her chest. The complete adoration and obvious desire in Beckett’s eyes as he watched her, moved Iris so much that she vowed she’d never forget this moment.
“You’re glowing...quite literally.” Beckett, amazed with her, ran his hands over her body like she was priceless art. Iris felt her body warm even more as she blushed from his compliment. She felt herself craving his affection, wanting to be everything he desires.
When her glowed died down, and she got a chance to catch her breath, she pushed Beckett lightly so that he was laying back down on his back. She wasn’t even close to being done with him.
Climbing on top of his body, she positioned her sensitive pussy over him and grinded slightly to tease him. He threw his head back and gripped her hips, grounding her even harder into him.
“I’ve fantasized this moment so many times…” Iris purred as she ran her hands along his chest, enjoying having him under her. Without warning, Iris then sank herself into his length, which easily filled her up with how wet she was.
“Iris!” Beckett’s eyes shot open, looking so vulnerable at her that her heart hurt, and he gripped onto her hips desperately holding onto her like if he let go, he would fall apart.
She stayed like that for a little while, him filling her up completely, and gazed at the Metal-Att beneath her softly. Her features were illuminated by the glowing moonlight pouring in from the floor to ceiling windows in Beckett’s living room, and she couldn’t help but watch his hands roam her body, loving the effect he had on her as each swipe of his hand left goosebumps on her skin.
“So beautiful.” He spoke so passionately as he touched her, that Iris found herself thanking her lucky stars again for putting her in this position.
She began to create a rhythm with her hips slowly at first, then picking up the pace gradually, using his moans as motivation on what he likes. He was letting her make the pace for a bit, but after a couple thrusts, she found him meeting her hips with every stroke. Occupied with the pleasure of Beckett, Iris could barely register that the gold metal detailing on the frames on the walls behind them started to creak as they changed shapes.
“You’re incredible Iris…” Beckett groaned as she made her pace fiercer and tightened around him. Iris was lost in the moans and sounds of their bodies coming together. Beckett’s grip on her hips was becoming harder, and she found herself wanting bruises on her hips to remember this night. When he released a hand to rub circles on her clit again, she threw her head back in pure ecstasy and never stopped her rhythm.
“I’m not going to...fuck...I’m going to come soon.” Beckett moaned deeply as he watched her pussy take all of his cock over and over.
“Mmm...Beckett, I want you to give me your all.” Iris moaned as she grabbed her breasts in her hands, needing more sensation.
Iris barely registered what was happening, as Beckett flipped her on her back and was now completely covering her body with his. When he entered back inside of her with a deep thrust filling her up completely, she began moaning his name.
“Keep saying my name,” Beckett moaned into her neck as he continued to thrust his hips into her wetness, never slowing down his pace. It was almost too much for Iris as she wrapped her legs around him wanting deeper, but she loved the feeling spreading all across her body. She knew he was close, and she wanted him to cum harder than he could ever have imagined.
“Beckett! Yes! Fuck me, Beckett!” Iris loudly moaned, barely able to control herself, and she faintly saw that she was producing light orbs circling all around them. His Air magick was starting to spark again with hers, and a warm breeze circled all around them. When he pulled up from her nape, he looked deep into her eyes with heavy lids, and Iris could see the deep longing held there. He reached down to join their lips and another surge of Sun magick poured from Iris in the pure pleasure.
“Come for me, Beck.” Iris whispered to him, lost in their moment together, as he rested his forehead against hers, all while keeping his pace.
“Hmmmggghh” was all that Beckett could muster out as his hips met hers haphazardly, just moving his body out of pure lust. Iris couldn’t tell where her body ended and where his began.
“I’m coming!” He groaned deeply and claimed her lips again as his hips thrusted wildly, and Iris could feel him spasming on top of her. “Oooh fuck, Iris, fuck.” He spoke against her slick skin as he rode out his orgasm causing her to feel a deep sense of pride. She would never tire of hearing that.
After his hips and thrusts slowed down to an almost dead stop, he looked into her eyes and continued stroking himself into her. Iris’ eyes widened as this felt so pure of emotion and vulnerability that her heart wasn’t prepared. She could tell how sensitive his cock must have been after coming as he continued to slowly pump into her because he’d break their gaze every so often to close his eyes and relish the feeling. Running her hands over his back and back up to cup his face, she took his lips in a kiss that held a sweet promise: that she’d never let go.
Beckett must have felt her emotion as well pouring through the kiss because his cheeks turned even more pink with his signature blush. He rested his forehead against hers and they stayed like that for a while, holding each other, still connected, and every so often placing a lazy kiss on each others’ skin.
“Wow,” was all that Iris could muster after a few moments. Beckett smiled a genuine smile that made her stomach do flip flops, and he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself out. He laid down next to her but quickly laid on his side and pulled her into him. Iris buried her face into his chest and inhaled the cologne mixed with musk that was Beckett after sex. She couldn’t stop smiling and was pretty sure that he could feel her smiling against his skin, but she didn’t care. Iris couldn’t remember a time where she was happier.
“Yeah, wow.” Beckett laughed slightly and held her even tighter to him with unspoken promises.
“Just a little something for you to remember me throughout the summer,” Iris teased and felt his body shake with laughter.
“I will remember this night until the day I die. It would be impossible to have any other thoughts that aren’t you this summer and beyond,” Beckett confessed.
“Not like that is much different for me from before, but yeah I agree.” Iris kissed his chest, and felt him push her back so that he could look into her eyes.
“You mean that?” Beckett asked, almost scared of her answer, and all she wanted to do was cradle his heart and protect it.
“Of course, Beck. I’ve liked you for such a long time. It’s kinda pathetic really.” She laughed at herself and allowed all her emotions to be shown in her eyes as she confessed more of her feelings to the man that held her heart.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear that.” Beckett pulled her back into him, and Iris could hear his heart stammering in his chest. She wanted to stay like this forever, listening to his heartbeats and breath.
“Well, we will just have to make up for lost time now, won’t we?” Iris spoke, placing warm kisses on his heart, each one a new promise.
“Definitely. There’s so many things I want to try with you, and I warn you now, my thirst for knowledge cannot be quenched.” He told her as he rubbed her back slowly and lazily, neither of them a care in the world.
“Challenge accepted,” was the last thing Iris remembers saying before fading away into sleep on the beautiful summer night that gave her the spark of courage she needed all along.
Thank you, sun. Iris thought and finally drifted to sleep, more content that she had been in a long time.
~End~
Author note: I hope you guys liked it! Any time I imagined Beckett and my MC having sex, Beckett is more the submissive one. I have sooo many ideas that I want to flesh out later. However, we know from the books that Beckett has his dominant streak in him too, so they like to switch roles every now and then ;)
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Consequences: Chapter 13
Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?
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Beckett Harrington x TE MC (Maeve)
**Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, some heated kiss, some D*** words, cursing**
“What are you doing here?” repeated Maeve, her arms clenching the throw blanket, pressing it closer to her chest.
“I brought you dinner. I just thought you may be hungry, as you barely left your room since we got back from the morgue,” said Beckett, nodding towards the tray, noticing how Maeve’s eyes widened when they landed on the metal tray in his hand. He could swear that he caught how her eyes lit up, but the light disappeared as quickly as it appeared, turning her eyes back to forest green. She looked at him for a moment, her mouth opened slightly and her lips forming a perfect O.
“Did you brought me a romantic dinner?” she asked, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her voice holding a teasing note trying to break an awkward silence that fell between them. Her brow raised in amazement, watching how his eyes widened, looking at the tray in his hand and how this may look.
“No... it’s just... it’s not what you think it is. It's just... I just thought that you...,” he gasped, stumbling over his words. “Never mind,” he spoke finally after taking a deep breath. ”I just thought you need to eat, that’s it. Here,” he abruptly stood up, shoving a tray onto her lap. “Also I made you my grandma’s calming herbal tea. It helped my sister... with her nerves,” he said, heading towards the door.
“Wait,” exclaimed Maeve, surprising them both by her outburst, the tray trembled in her lap from a sudden movement. “Sorry, I was just messing with you, and this... this is nice of you to make all of that for me. Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice. “Do... do you want to stay?” she asked before she could stop herself from asking the question. She could see how Beckett’s hand froze on the door’s knob and his posture tensed. Slowly he turned to face Maeve, his eyes searching her face for any indication that she was still messing with him before he spoke.
“Are you sure you want me to stay?” he asked, watching Maeve nod hesitantly. “Here is only one plate for each meal and only one set of cutlery,” he said in a whisper, giving her a chance to take the offer back. Too afraid to speak louder, knowing that his voice would betray him if he did.
“Technically, there are two forks what isn’t a set, and regarding food... you put so much food that I definitely could use some help to make sure that food wouldn’t go to waste,” Maeve said.
“Okay,” Beckett finally agreed, taking hesitant steps toward Maeve’s bed, his eyes fixed on hers this whole time, not leaving them even for a heartbeat. When he finally reached her bed, he stood quiet not sure if he should seat there or move an armchair toward her bed.
“Sit,” Maeve said finally with a smile tugging on her lips, amazed by his hesitation. “It’s not like you didn’t seat there just a moment ago.”
“Yes, but...”
“No buts just seat, please,” said Maeve, looking at him expectantly, waiting when he would finally take a place next to her. After a moment he finally sat down handing Maeve a cup of tea from the tray
“First, drink that,” he said, watching Maeve taking the cup suspiciously, sniffing at it. “It’s just a herbal tea, something my grandma made for Katrina... my sister when she was p... when she was going through a rough time,” explained Beckett. “It’s safe. I promise,” he murmured.
“Okay,” Maeve said, taking the first sip, feeling how the liquid gently coated her from inside, making nausea retreat. By the time she drunk the last drops, she could feel how her nerves became calmer, and her stomach stopped turning over.
“Feeling better,” asked Beckett, who waited patiently when she would finish her tea, watching how colors slowly started to return to her face, painting her cheeks.
“Much better,” she murmured softly, meeting Beckett’s gaze. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing,” mumbled Beckett before clearing his throat. “Should we?” he asked, pointing toward the tray.
“Be my guest,” she smiled, handing him a fork, before both dig into the meal.
After the first bite, the delicious sound escaped Maeve's throat, and she closed her eyes in delight, enjoying the richness of tastes. Slowly she opened her eyes, curiously looking at Beckett. As if feeling her gaze at him, he raised his eyes to meet hers, questioningly raising his eyebrow.
“What,” he asked after a moment of silence, “Did I got something on my face, and you think of the way how to tell me about that?”
“No, your face is perfectly clean. I just wondered where did you learn to cook like that? I just thought... Nevermind,” she said averting her eyes, regretting instantly the words that almost left her tongue.
Maeve, you are an idiot... she berated herself angrily, chewing nervously on her lower lip, hoping that he didn’t catch what she almost said. He just now did something nice for you... even not knowing what is happening and you wanted to tell him you thought he was just another rich boy who even doesn’t know how to switch on a microwave not to mention the stove. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I need to try and get to know him better, not to try and assault him all the time. I just need to get to know him before... before I will drop the bomb I now carry inside me on him... Before...
Her thought fell flat after she heard Beckett’s voice reached her ears, the soft deep chuckle escaping his throat, bringing her back to reality.
“What... you thought that I’m one of those rich boys who doesn’t know even how to switch on the microwave, not to mention to cook anything on the stove? Even something as simple as boiled pasta, not to mention that,” he nodded toward risotto in front of them, making Maeve blush in embarrassment, that he figured out what she wanted to tell.
“I... sorry,” she mumbled, not meeting his gaze, the slight blush still dusting her cheeks.
“Don’t be,” Beckett said with a hesitant smile before bringing another fork with food to his mouth.
“Where did you learn how to cook like that?” finally asked Maeve after a moment of silence. “Or your motto is, be best in everything or not try at all?”
“My motto may be that, but it would be no use if not for my grandma. She was the one who taught me how to cook. She loved cooking and was great at doing this, so she made sure that I and my sister knew the basics. As she always used to say, one day you will be thanking me that you have this important skill in your baggage, one day you may have no servants or money, but you always will have this knowledge and ability to feed yourself,” Beckett sigh, falling silent as the memory of his grandma flooded his mind.
“So... what other hobbies do you have?” asked Maeve after taking a sip of orange juice. “I know you are good with programming, not so bad at dancing, decent at cooking. So what else you can do,” she said, her voice filled with notes of teasing and her eyes getting back some light that she lost after the news she was keeping securely locked in the depth of her bedside table.
“Hmmmmm, I also took singing and piano lessons,” admitted Beckett after a moment. “What about you?” he quickly asked, before she could ask anything else.
The rest of their meal, they spent by sharing their interests and hobbies. Talking about the people who were important in their lives, smiling and laughing together, both forgetting for a moment of the circumstances, that brought them here.
Finishing with their meal, Maeve moved the tray to the side, sighing in satisfaction, before unconsciously rubbing her belly. Beckett’s eyes involuntarily moved to her hand, watching her action, not sure what to say anymore, unsure if he even should be here at that moment. Silently he started to rise from Maeve’s bed before she stopped him gently, placing her hand on top of his, making him freeze from the contact. His heart skipped the beat before started to race inside his chest. This touch felt so much different than every brushing and touching of their hands during the meal. Unlike those fleeting touches, this sent a current of electricity through him, setting his blood on fire. And it seemed that Maeve felt it too by the way her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted, letting the soft gasp to escape them.
“Thank you again,” she spoke in a hushed whisper, squeezing his hand. “I really had a great time. And thank you for the tea, not sure what magic did you use, but it definitely helped. I feel much better, so... thank you.”
“I’m glad it helped,” whispered Beckett in a hoarse voice, the tension between them growing, crackling, and sparkling, electrifying the air between them when their eyes met.
It seemed as if some unseen force pushed them toward each other, and their lips met halfway, hungry, and needy to be connected. Beckett’s hand instantly went to be woven into Maeve’s hair, pulling her closer, wanting to taste more of her, craving more of her. While Maeve’s hands fisted his shirt. Their lips crushed together, meeting again and again. The passion between them grew, and the tension was ready to explode, consuming both of them. Beckett’s tongue darted inside Maeve’s mouth, curling against hers, deepening the kiss as if the distance between them still felt too much, as if he couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. They both moaned in unison, their kisses heated and passionate, their hands exploring each other, their minds clouded by the desire, not able to break apart. Their kisses got more desperate as if they had no tomorrow, kissing as if not able to get enough of each other, forgetting about everything that they kept from each other, forgetting every single argument and the assumption they made. After a while that seemed like an instant, they broke apart, panting heavily for air, still only an inch apart. Their foreheads touching, their eyes closed, and their hands still holding each other close. Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and with that came realization how close they came to cross the line they weren’t ready to cross. A single thought floated in their minds so similar and so different at the same time, but as powerful and no less forbidding.
At least not now... not when she carries another man’s child. thought Beckett taking a deep breath before moving further away from the girl in front of him.
At least not now... not when he has no idea I’m carrying his child. thought Maeve, squeezing into the headboard as if trying to move as far away from him as possible.
Their eyes met, both holding a shocked expression, their lips were swollen, and their clothes wrinkled, the soft blush touching their cheeks before Beckett finally stood up, taking a tray from Maeve’s bed without saying a single word still shocked from what almost happened.
When Beckett reached the door, he turned around, clearing the throat.
“Sorry,” Beckett said hoarsely. “Have a good night,” he added before exiting the room and closing it behind him with a soft click.
His heart thundering inside his chest, and his fists clenched, never in his life was he more confused than now about his own feelings; always knowing what exactly he felt. But now, standing in the dim light of their hallway, he didn’t know what he felt. He thought that this was only lust, the feeling that originally pushed them toward each other, making them lose themselves into the whirlwind of passion, the feeling that he could explain as a chemical reaction, and the amount of alcohol they consumed. But today, today was different. It wasn’t a drunk kiss that led them to have sex, it wasn’t a kiss that was fuelled by anger or argument. This kiss was different. It was as he just couldn’t stop it, as if he felt the pull between them, the pull that he couldn’t ignore or resist even if he would try to... the issue was that he didn’t want to resist, subconsciously wanting for that kiss to happen, wanting to feel her tongue against his, to taste her sweetness. And if not the obstacles between them, he wouldn’t stop it even if his life would depend on it. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes, trying to compose himself before moving back to his room, feeling the unbearable tightness of his jeans and the straining of his hardness against the coarse material.
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The next morning Beckett woke up earlier than he would usually do, heading toward the kitchen to make breakfast. Quickly he set to work, preparing a waffle dough and breaking some eggs in the pan, meantime making a herbal tea for Maeve. He leaned against the counter, waiting for the waffles and eggs to be thoroughly cooked while sipping his coffee. The divine aroma filling the kitchen. He could hear the soft clicks of Maeve’s heels distantly coming from above, echoing along the empty hallway. He furrowed his brows to the memory of yesterday’s kiss that flooded his mind, still feeling the persistent tingling on his lips. And as much as he wanted to forget that this ever happened or push the memory of it away, he couldn’t as his thoughts brought him back to that moment, again and again, making him miserable, making him want more. He sighed heavily, rubbing his free hand over his eyes as if trying to erase the image of Maeve’s swollen lips and her lust-blown eyes from his mind, feeling how his dick twitched to attention, ready to punch something to make this image disappear.
Suddenly he heard a loud knock at the door, making Beckett to furrow his brow, not expecting anyone at that early hour. He moved quickly toward the door, throwing it open. The moment he opened it, he froze on the spot, feeling how his fists clenched and his jaw tensed instantly, feeling the anger coursing through his blood, but trying to stay calm.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Beckett hissed through the gritted teeth, blocking the entrance. His body loomed over uninvited a guest, not letting to enter the house.
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The First Solstice – Beckett x Clarette
Summary: Beckett and Clarette celebrate their first holiday season under the same roof.
Rating: T
Words: 3065
Author’s Notes: Happy Holidays!!! Complete and unadulterated fluff that takes place post Penderghast. That is all 😂
Hope you all enjoy! Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.
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The early morning sun rose in the distance, the rays of light casting an ethereal glow over the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. Across the landscape, fat, fluffy cardinals and blue jays flittered to and fro; the little balls of red and blue adding to the dots of greenery that were peeping out of the blank canvas of white powder just beyond the large bay window.
Beckett hummed to himself in a hushed tone, putting the finishing touches on the first of his many gifts to Clarette. His eyes darted about the spread he had made himself, satisfied with the final product. With a point of his finger, he enchanted the decorations and candles to light when she entered the living area later that morning. He padded back to their bedroom, peeling his clothes off by the bedside to keep the facade of him being asleep the whole time.
Crawling back into bed, Beckett smiled to himself as he kept his movements silent with the aid of some quick air magick to mask any sounds. He looked down at Clarette with tenderness, his gaze roving over his sleeping girlfriend's figure that was burrowed under the blankets. Her dark, luscious hair was spread out in contrast to the pale blue of the pillow, her lips slightly parted in her deep slumber. As he slid under the covers, it was automatic for Clarette to turn towards the heat of his body, her arm wrapping around his torso while her head nestled onto his chest. He brushed her hair back and kissed the top of her head, his other arm holding her close, caressing the soft skin of her bare back with the lightest of touches.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep, knowing full well that Clarette was going to wake up uncharacteristically early on this special day, even though they had both fallen asleep only a few hours prior. The corner of his mouth lifted with the memories they had created earlier that night, the specialness of sharing their first Solstice while living together under the same roof fresh in his mind.
The evening had started out innocent enough as they headed to the LeFleur household earlier that day. What he was going to wear to her family’s place never crossed his mind, assuming a blazer and tie would suffice. He was about to throw on a crisp button-down shirt when he saw Clarette walk out in one of the ugliest sweaters he had ever laid eyes on. The red sweater had a lone reindeer on the front, its antlers bedazzled with rhinestones, with a geometric design of white snowflakes covering the rest of the jumper. The only saving grace of her entire outfit was the pair of skintight leggings she paired them with.
Beckett’s jaw fell agape in horror. “What in the world are you wearing?”
“Beckett, your face!” His reaction brought her to tears of laughter, her almond eyes crinkling in amusement. “Did I forget to tell you? It’s my ugly Christmas sweater! And you might as well save the suit and tie for your parents’ dinner tomorrow. Tonight, we’re doing Christmas LeFleur style.”
Quirking an eyebrow in response, he removed his shirt, placing it back on the hanger. He stood shirtless in front of their closet, mulling over what to wear now that his original outfit had been dashed. “What, then, constitutes a ‘LeFleur style’ Christmas?”
“Well, for starters,” she sauntered over to him, placing her hands on his chest before sliding them up his muscular frame and around his neck. “There’s no need for a fancy schmancy blazer. I mean, we’re a family who wears onesies for Christmas, remember? A sweater’s fine,” she giggled. “Though I’ll tell you what. If it wasn’t the holidays, I’d suggest we just stay home because I’d much rather see you in this state of undress any day of the week.”
Going up on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips against his in a slow, seductive manner, smiling when he moaned into her mouth. She unwound her arms and pulled back with one final peck, watching his eyes open slowly, the hazel grey hues now tinged with desire. “Except that it is the holidays, so you need to finish getting ready. And as much as I appreciate your exquisite physique, I don’t think the rest of my family would appreciate you showing up without a shirt.”
Taking a quick look through the closet, her fingers rummaged through the hangers before landing on a charcoal, cashmere, V-neck sweater. She handed him the piece of clothing before she walked out of the room, tapping his toned ass with the back of her hand for good measure.
He shook his head with a grin on his face as he heard her laughing to herself down the hall. She was absolutely ridiculous, and he loved her for it.
A couple of hours later, Beckett and Clarette walked hand in hand up the driveway towards a modest, one-story, ranch style home in the middle of suburbia. The surrounding neighborhood houses all had simple lights and decorations strung up along their roofs, the neighborhood giving off a different and distinct feel compared to the affluent community he grew up in. While he knew they had different upbringings, this was the first real opportunity to experience her life before Penderghast and before him. He exhaled deeply, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding as they approached the front door.
Taking the keys out of her purse, Clarette stopped before ascending the front steps. He took the step up, only to notice she had paused in her gait, causing him to halt and rejoin her on the bottom rung.
“Is everything alright?” He held her gloved hand, clutching it for support.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. I heard that breath you let out, you know. And don't even try to deny it.” A crease of worry lined her forehead as she glanced up at him.
“I’m afraid I might be overthinking things again. How do you know me so well?” Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her in the ridiculous puffer coat that she wore over the ugly reindeer sweater.
“Because I always have. I just know you.” She hugged him back, breathing in his scent.
“I suppose I might be slightly nervous, this being the first Solstice that your family has invited me to,” he confessed.
“You have no reason to be. You've already met my entire family and they love you. Even Atlas does, although she'd never admit it.”
“I know you're right, but I can't help but seek your family's approval at all turns.”
She tilted her head up at him, cupping his jaw. “And you already have it. They want what's best for me and you're it.”
He beamed, her words relieving some of the pressure that he had placed on himself. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He murmured before grazing his lips over hers once more.
She responded with fervor, her hand sliding from his jaw to the base of his head, the other gripping the soft cashmere of his sweater underneath his black pea coat. “How about we call it even and say we both got lucky.”
Stepping back, she smoothed the fabric down his chest, straightening his sweater out while taking the opportunity to feel his hard body underneath her fingertips. “By the way, I really love this on you. It brings out your eyes and just so you know, I'm going to be imagining tearing it off of you all night long until we get home later.”
Laughing, his eyes lit up with desire before looking down at the mocking reindeer on the front of her sweater, its obnoxious, bejeweled eyes glittering back at him. “And I can't wait to tear that hideous thing off you either.”
As if on cue, the door opened, revealing a reindeer-onesie-wearing Atlas just in time to catch Beckett's words. Her smile turned upside down and her eyes darted between the happy couple, glaring at the pair. She stepped aside, letting them into the house.
“I was going to say I've missed having you around the place for the holidays, but Harrington just reminded me why I don't. I was going to ask what took you so long, but I think I already know the answer. And no, I don’t want any details.”
Clarette hung her and Beckett's coats up, glomping her sister with lightning quick speed before the fair-haired twin could dodge her advances. “I've missed you too, sister! And don’t worry, we weren’t late because we weren’t having sex, if that’s what you were implying!”
Beckett coughed, clearing his throat. “Clarette, must you verbalize that? What if your parents heard you?!”
Atlas squirmed out of her touch, scowling at them both. She shook her head before her mask broke and a hint of a smile appeared. “Sometimes I really hate you, you know that.”
“What did your sister do now?” An amused voice echoed from inside the house, the footsteps getting louder as they approached the entryway. Their biological mother came into view, donning an apron and looking like an advertisement for ‘Better Homes & Gardens’ instead of being the almighty Sun Source.
Theia hugged her Sun-Att daughter hard, rocking her back and forth in the embrace, keeping in line with actions of the affectionate mother she had become. “Clarette! It's like I never see you anymore once you moved out!”
Clarette rolled her eyes, grinning as she hugged her mother with the same gusto. “What are you talking about? I just saw you two days ago!”
“But it's different when I was used to seeing you every day for past Solstice breaks!” She let her go, turning to Beckett with a stern expression, the ancient Sun Source power radiating from her mortal form, “And you, Beckett Harrington, I hope you've been treating Clarette well.”
“Yes, yes of course, I have, I - ” he stammered, “- always! With the utmost respect!”
Theia broke out into laughter, gathering Beckett into a hug. “You should've seen your face! Clarette is right, you are fun to tease!”
Beckett sputtered, his ears turning pink as he returned the hug for a moment before taking his place back at Clarette's side. “Well, at least now I know the teasing is hereditary,” he joked, an easy smile coming to him.
She clasped her hands, an action she did to control herself when she could feel her Sun energy spiking with joy. “In all seriousness, I'm glad you were able to join us, Beckett. I do have one question for you, though, before we all go help with the cookies in the back.”
“Yes?”
Clarette jostled when she saw the shit eating grin creep onto her mother's face. “Mom…”
“So... when are you going to pop the question?”
“MOM. OH MY GOD!”
Beckett could feel the red color his cheeks and he never had the chance to reply as Clarette grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the kitchen.
The rest of the evening went swimmingly, with lots of love, laughs, and a frightening number of cookies and egg rolls being consumed. They arrived back at their townhouse a bit before midnight, where Clarette still had a warm buzz going after too many glasses of spiked eggnog.
The tree in the corner glowed under the sparkling lights that were draped on the branches, the dimmed room illuminated by the soft, silver sheen of the tinsel. Presents wrapped in foil, paper and tissue were piled under the greenery, the scent of fresh pine, cinnamon, and allspice filling the area.
They sat on the sofa, watching the flames of the fire dance and leap from across the room, the heat warming them up from the cold outside. The fireplace crackled in the comforting silence; the sound was a soothing melody as they reflected on their first holiday living together so far. This night and the morning to come was a nice respite from all their familial obligations through the Solstice season.
Beckett raised his arm, allowing Clarette to snuggle into his warmth and he rubbed her back as she nestled into his nook. She traced imaginary patterns on his sweater, only stopping when he laced his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand before stroking it with his thumb.
“Thanks for coming tonight. It really meant a lot to me and I am so sorry she put you on the spot like that, I had no idea she was going to go there.” She buried her face into the crook of his neck, still reeling from the embarrassment of earlier.
“The question that your mother asked me?” He kissed the top of her head, a low chuckle rumbling from him. “There's nothing to apologize for. It is something we have discussed in the past, is it not?”
Raising her head, she looked into the depths of his eyes. “Yeah, it is, but I don't want you to feel pressured into asking just because societal norms tell you to do it. I'm not going anywhere.”
He hummed in agreement, noticing the sincerity in which she spoke those words. “You're the only thing in the world that I don't feel pressure from. And when I do ask the question, I want it to be as perfect as possible because that's what you deserve.”
She sat up, running a hand through his hair before studying his face. The fire may have been reflecting in the gloss of his eyes, but it was an internal heat that she recognized as she cupped his warm cheeks between her palms. She brought his lips to hers, faintly tasting the gingerbread they had from earlier.
Tangling his hand into her dark mass of hair, he pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him, her knees on the outside of his hips as she pressed herself against his hard body. He groaned at the contact, his head falling back while she rubbed herself on him. Straightening up, he ran his hands down the curves of her body, this time making her sigh in pleasure as he attached his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin before he captured her mouth once again.
With a smirk, he pulled off the atrocious sweater, the night air causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. “Finally,” he chuckled, his hands and mouth covering the newly exposed expanse of flesh. She undulated under his touch, ripping off his top as she had earlier promised, running her hands over his strong, taut frame.
They ended up making love on the couch, and twice more in bed, which brought him back to this exact moment, except he now felt Clarette stirring in his arms. He heard the deep, contented sigh that signaled him she was waking, and he closed his eyes feigning sleep.
She kissed his chest, right over his heart, before trailing her lips up with the softest of touches, culminating with a slow, lingering kiss. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
He responded after a moment, a moan originating from deep within his throat as he wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight. “Hmmm, you're up early.”
She propped herself above him, her arms on either side of his head, leaning down to give him a quick, smattering of pecks on his face. “It's our first Christmas together. Do you know what that means?”
“Tell me.” His hands rested on her waist as she hovered above him.
“It means presents!”
He gave her a lazy grin, his thumbs rubbing minute circles against the supple skin of her hips. “I don't know if anything could top the present you gave me last night.”
Giggling, she bent down, their mouths meeting. “I'd have to agree, that was a great gift, but I'm talking about things you unwrap and stuff!”
Pulling her close for more, he laughed in between kisses. “I don't want to get technical, but I'm relatively sure we both did some unwrapping last night.”
“You're ridiculous,” she tittered, before placing a final kiss on his lips. “And I love you for it.” Bounding off the bed, she threw her fluffy robe over her nude body, securing it closed with a knot around her waist. “I'll make some coffee while you get up?”
“Certainly. Give me a second.” He put the shirt and pajama pants that he had removed not even 20 minutes ago back on, proud of himself that Clarette had no clue what he had been up to that morning. Walking down the hallway, the smile on his face grew as he heard her exclamation from the breakfast nook. As he entered the dining area, he was greeted with her running towards him.
Clarette threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up with no effort. She peppered kisses all over him, the smile on her face worth its weight in gold.
“When did you have time to do all this? And how?” She gestured to the dining table, which was chock full of waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, plates with sizzling bacon and eggs, and two steaming mugs of peppermint mocha. “Not only were you asleep, but you said you can't cook!”
He led her to the table, pulling her chair out before sitting next to her. Holding her hand, he ghosted his lips over her knuckles. “I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice to start our own traditions? So, I taught myself how to make your favorite breakfast. I hope everything turned out to your specifications.”
Clarette placed her free hand on his cheek, gleaming at him in wonder. Their eyes never left each other as he placed a sweet kiss to her palm.
“It's absolutely perfect,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off him.
Leaning in towards each other, their eyes fluttered shut as they shared a soft kiss full of hope, promise and love.
“Merry Christmas, Clarette.” Beckett rested his forehead against hers, both relishing the peace and serenity of this moment, as well as the deep connection they shared.
“Merry Christmas, Beckett. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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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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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)
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“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...”
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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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Beckett Wedding Board
**Request any LI for a wedding board!**
The Ring: The Harringtons are an old, distinguished family, and they have huge deposits of wealth all over the world, including an entire jewel vault disguised in the Scottish highlands. It was from here that Beckett got your ring, a beautiful diamond and sapphire masterpiece from the 1930s, which may or may not have once belonged to a royal at one point.
The Dress: You met with the finest dressmakers of the magickal world to craft your dress. You ended up crafting it out of fairy spun silk and embedded with tiny raindrop crystals, with the lace being the priciest one that Harrington money could buy. Turns out, it could buy quite a lot.
The Ceremony: As was tradition, you and Beckett wed at this familial estate in Wiltshire, England. The entire estate was decorated with flowers, antiques, and floating candles, the grounds cleaned and polished by the servants until you could see your reflection in centuries old wooden floors.
The Cake: The Harrington private chef crew whipped out a beautiful, gold leaf accented cake, flavored with orange blossom liqueur and something tingly on your tongue that you just couldn’t place. When you and Beckett made the first cut, a shower of enchanted lights flew everywhere, lighting up the room in a beautiful pattern.
Extra Notes: You were able to wear some of the Harrington family jewels for the wedding, a beautiful diamond band tiara and matching drop earrings and a necklace. So was the wedding, that instead of throwing flower petals at the happy couple as they walked back down the aisle together, you and Beckett were showered with rare flowers and tiny seed pearls.
First Dance Song: Yours, Ella Henderson
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Contrast (Beckett x MC)
[A little note: That Beckett scene still has me thinking and kind of inspired. While inspiration is here, here’s something light and fluffy that I wrote quickly with some early flirtation and light development].
[Words Counted: 1950]
The library is exceedingly quiet as Octavia pushes past its double doors. There’s a few floating books that require her attention and with a swift spell, she tickles their spine and tucks them under her arm. She settles in a spot near the back, although for the most part – it seems deserted, except for the short few she noticed on her way in.
She thinks its because it’s fall and most people are preparing to visit their relatives back home. It’s only a seldom few still finishing projects for the end of the semester and Octavia lets out a frustrated sigh as she stares meekly at hers’.
This is what she gets for starting her assignment last minute – truthfully, she can’t blame anyone but herself.
Still, anything is better than staring at the list of spells she has to understand perfectly for her project to work. And after awhile, her mind wanders – past the notes spread hazardly in front of her, and even past the walls of the very library.
And before she knows it, her thoughts drift as they often do when she’s by herself. She uses her pen to trace idle sketches – small circles at first before they take shape. Before she realizes it, she can make out his familiar hair, framed around his face and studious bright eyes that gaze back at her.
Beckett.
Her hand freezes and she blinks down at the half drawing of him.
Ugh. Get him out of your head Brimstone, he doesn’t belong there - she tells herself sharply. But she can’t help it, she’s always been weak for people with pretty eyes. She traces idle hearts around his face until she hears a distinct clear of a throat.
The voice is so oddly familiar, so strangely close that she immediately glances up – not bothering to cover up her sketches before she meets the face of Beckett, in the flesh staring at her with half-curiosity reflecting inside his eyes.
“….Octavia?”
“Tavi,” she corrects automatically and then remembers the incriminating paper beneath her fingers. As his eyes drop to her hands, she hastily crushes the paper between her fingers – praying to the universe he hasn’t noticed.
“Uh, h-hey Beckett.” Geez Tavi, be cool be cool. She’s going to have to scold herself later when she has the chance but right now, she refuses to make eye contact with him until he sits in front of her.
“What are you doing in the library?” He inclines his head at her, “to be honest out of everyone, I hadn’t expected seeing you here.”
She tries and fails to ignore the flicker of irritation at his words. She isn’t a bad student. She just has trouble following the rules sometimes. She tucks a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “…I may have decided to finish an assignment last minute…” she trails off, noticing the quirk of his eyebrows and the eyeful of disapproval that comes along with it. “But in my defense,” she rambles on quickly, “our professor did say we have until the end of the semester.”
He sighs, “and naturally you decided to wait until the last possible moment.”
She grins at him. “Naturally.”
“I can’t even say I’m surprised,” he shakes his head; his bright eyes reflecting his disappointment.
“Hey,” Octavia points a finger at him. “We can’t all be like you,” she rolls her eyes. “Mr. Studious, mr. can-do-it-all.”
His mouth twitches into a smile despite her teasing tone. “And yet, I keep hoping I’ll rub off on you.” He teases back then freezes at the same time she does. “Uh-I mean,” his cheeks grow red and Octavia smirks as she glances up at him. “That is to say…you know, I thought I could influence you to be better.”
“I am doing better.” Her smirk softens into a smile, “I mean – I’m here aren’t I?” She throws out her hands to gesture behind her. “At my old school, I don’t think I was ever this invested in finishing something on time.”
He regains his composure, smiling a little at the wonder in her own tone. “Maybe all you needed was a change.”
She holds his eye when she answers. “Maybe,” she doesn’t realize at first that she’s leaning forward, “or maybe it’s just the people.” She adds softly.
She thinks there’s a moment that his eyes widen in surprise, and he opens his mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Then he suddenly stands straighter and clears his throat without looking directly at her.
Octavia bites her lower lip to stop herself from grinning. She likes flustering him, she thinks a lot of people don’t get that chance and she relishes it every time he glances away and blushes. Her mouth opens, intent on teasing him again – until his eyes drop to her notes and the balled up paper in front of them.
“Do you need help with your project or –” His hands drift to the paper and before she can stop him, he picks it up curiously. “How many ideas have you tossed out already?”
“Lots,” she carefully answers, stretching her hand out for the piece of paper. “Give that back.”
“No way,” he says shaking his head, unaware of her sudden change in mood. “Perhaps all you need is another pair of eyes, and it wouldn’t do any good if you asked anyone other than me –”
“Beckett,” she doesn’t stop her voice from going sharp. “Give that back.”
Beckett stops and suddenly he’s the one smirking at her as though he’s realized he’s onto something. “If this isn’t your project then what is it -?”
“Harrigton, I’m warning you.” Her voice has surrendered all pretense. She reaches over – nearly falling over the table in her desperate attempt to retrieve the piece of paper.
“Now you’ve gone and gotten me curious.” He playfully twists out of her outreached palms again before getting to his feet.
Her chest seizes in panic. Please don’t – “Beckett, wait –” Usually, nothing gets her embarrassed but the thought of him seeing it makes her think her heart will spring from her chest. She nearly trips over her own two feet and his eyes flash with concern until he swiftly realizes she’s okay.
He sidesteps her again. His hands quickly unfurl the sheet of paper and Octavia suddenly wants nothing better than the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He simply stares at it in his hand as though not quite believing what he sees himself. Then his cheeks grow red, and Beckett can’t meet her gaze as he hands the paper back to her. “You’re quite good at drawing.” He comments off-handily.
She snatches it out of his hand, a little mortified at his words. Oh god. “Uh, thanks.” She holds her breath for a moment, tucking the paper into her sleeve. This is it. This is where he’ll finally have the upper hand. He’ll tease her endlessly about it, and she’ll never leave it down. And she’ll die alone - with only her familiar to keep her company.
Then he turns to her and her pulse jumps when she meets his eyes, feeling the weight of his stare. “I quite like it.”
“You do?” Her throat goes suddenly dry and all the witty and snappy comebacks she can think of dissolves from the intensity in his eyes. He isn’t just Beckett, the boy that sometimes intimidates her with his strong opinions and knowledge. He isn’t quite the boy who irritates her either, instead he’s simply just a guy and they’re just two people suddenly very close to each other.
“I do.” He repeats, his voice sounding huskier – not quite the Beckett she recognizes by the change of his tone. Maybe she’s had him pegged wrong this entire time.
Octavia grins, her familiar confidence taking root as she tilts her chin up to hold his stare. “You know, since you do like it. Maybe I could sketch you sometime.” She doesn’t need to say the word alone, but the word bursts forward into her mind, like a sudden rush of water that floods the rest of her thoughts empty. And she can’t help but think by the sudden flash in his eyes that he’s thought of it too.
Beckett seems to snap out of it at first, mumbling something so low that she doesn’t catch it before stepping aside. Instantly she feels a stab of disappointment. She shrugs it off though, she doesn’t know what came over her anyway. As fun as it is to tease Beckett, she doesn’t think anything will come of it. He’s too buttoned up and well – she’s anything but that.
“I – you - Octavia - your project,” he scrambles to get back to his seat, not quite meeting her gaze until she follows his lead.
She sits in front of him just as he regains his composure.
He gestures to her books, picks up one at random and all too quickly, he’s the Beckett she remembers. His shoulders straighten, his brow creases and his eyes are all but rooted to the sight in front of him. He quirks an eyebrow at the long list of things she still needs to get done. “I think you should be far more concerned about passing this semester,” he says brusquely, “than meeting up with other students.”
“Alright, fine Harrington. You win.” Octavia heaves a prolonged sigh. “I guess I should be thanking you for the help anyway.” Most people are already gone for the holidays and she’s begrudgingly grateful for his help.
She flickers her wrist to draw one of her books to her hand, and out of the corner of her eyes, she swears she spots a tiny hint of a smile poking from his lips.
“Then let’s get started.”
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😏 Hmm... If ❤Beckett❤ gave MC his prized Penderghast blazer to wear 😮 bc she/he was cold... 😍
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