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storyofmychoices · 3 months

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Yoga & Pancakes

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist]

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC)

Other Characters: Shreya Mistry, Atlas Ernhardt

Book: The Elementalists

Word Count: ~900

Rating/Warnings: teen, suggestive language

Submitting to: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

"Let me guess—" Emma began, quieting Shreya's excited tone. "Some famous Attuned chef I've never heard of but who probably catered an event for you has prepared some incredibly magical treat for breakfast?"

Shreya pressed her hands to her hips, her smile falling slightly. "You make it sound so utterly dull."

Emma opened her mouth to apologize, but Shreya continued.

"You've been spending far too much time with Atlas. We've got to get you back to society."

"It's not me." Atlas shrugged. "Don't worry, Emma's still the sunshine of our group. She's just a little cranky this morning... she didn't get much sleep."

"Is everything alright?" Shreya looked over her friend, beginning to think of healing spells.

"I'm fine," Emma insisted, brushing off Shreya's worry, shooting her twin a quick don't you dare glance. She looped her arm with Shreya's pulling her forward. "Now, let's go see what is so special about breakfast today. You were telling me about the chef and his specialties?"

"I wasn't but now that you asked—" Shreya began rambling off facts about the chef and private events she had catered.

Emma smiled and nodded along, trying to keep her eyes open when she was desperate for a nap. Not looking where she was walking, she bumped into a tall student in line in front of her. "I'm sorry—" she began, recognizing his dark blue blazer before he even turned back.

"Emma?" Beckett couldn't help the smile spreading across his blushing freckled cheeks. "I did not think I would find you here. I thought you were sleeping in."

"Oh, yeah," Emma's cheeks warmed as her gaze shifted to Atlas for some help, but she merely found her twin smiling in amusement, watching their awkward encounter.

"Why would you be sleeping in?" Shreya questioned with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Oh, I think she's feeling just fine," Atlas smirked. "Just a little worn out from some early morning—or was it a late night—'yoga'." She added air quotes to the last word.

The hue across Beckett's face darkened at Atlas's words.

"And here I thought 'yoga'"—she offered, using air quotes again, "—helped you relax, you seemed quite exhausted but very dreamy—" she mimed gagging, "—when you returned this morning at... what was it... 4:30 am?"

Emma chewed her lower lip.

"Oh! OH!" Shreya's lips drew into a knowing smile of amusement. "No wonder you're tired. Keeping our girl up all night, Harrington? Impressive! I didn't think you had it in you. I bet you two worked up an appetite."

"I beg your pardon?" He didn't think his face could flush any darker.

"Okayyyy," Emma tried her best to move them along. "Look, we're next. Oooo, pancakes. I love pancakes. Pancakes are so delicious. Did I ever tell you the time when I was six and my parents made me pancakes shaped like a bunny for easter? Oh and they cut up bananas on the pancakes and added chocolate syrup, there's really no end to what you can do with pancakes. Strawberries on pancakes are also delicious. Did you know, pancakes—"

The trio stared at her, Beckett in relief and Shreya and Atlas with amusement, her rambling words trailing away.

"Would you like to say pancake one more time?" Atlas teased. "I don't think you've said it enough."

The cafeteria worker handed Emma a tray with 3 large, fluffy, circular pancakes. A look of disappointment fell on her face. "Huh, I expected more. They look just like tuneless pancakes."

"Oh, they're so much better!" Shreya announced gleefully as she guided them to a booth on the side.

"So when do I find out what makes these pancakes magical," Emma questioned. "If I eat them will confetti rain down? Will I make weird noises?"

"Not this time," Shreya replied. "These are no ordinary pancakes. They're shape-shifters. Watch this." She focused on the pancake on the top of her stack, concentrating on a single image in her mind. Slowly, before their eyes, the pancake transformed into the shape of a blossoming orchid.

"Woah!" Emma marveled. "How?"

"It's a centuries-old recipe passed down. The chef has yet to reveal the secret, but I've been working on wearing her down. She can't say no to a Mistry forever."

Beckett didn't dare contradict her. Usually, he'd love bragging about his superior knowledge—it was rather a simple spell. He had learned it at the age of five— but right now, he didn't want the conversation shifting back to him or Emma.

Emma focused on her pancake, her gaze momentarily shifting to Beckett, admiring the way the glowing sun kissed his face through the ornate stained glass windows. The pancake transformed into a heart, with a B + E appearing at the center.

"Bleh—" Atlas choked, before picking up her pancake, which she had turned into a mace, dipping it in syrup, and biting off the end.

"What are you going to make?" Emma questioned curiously of Beckett.

"I can think of something he could turn it into for her." Shreya wagged her brow, enjoying as the pair blushed. "Thinking about last night, Harrington? Be careful or you never know what might appear."

"Gross," Atlas mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes. "I'm trying to eat. I don't need any graphic "yoga" depictions popping up on the nerd's plate. It's bad enough I've seen them kiss. I can't stab my eyes out with a pancake dagger."

Shreya laughed, holding her hands up in a peaceful truce. Her mind quickly returned to the shopping trip she had scheduled next, the pancakes on her plate following suit, one turning into a long gown and the other a shopping bag.

Emma and Beckett breathed easier as the conversation shifted. Laughter bubbled between them as the morning sun shimmered around the space. Despite the teasing, their free hands tangled together beneath the table.

This is just a silly little idea that popped into my head. It's not edited, so please forgive any mistakes.

My Atlas is demiro.

#beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc #the elementalists #te beckett #beckett x mc #fan fiction #beckett x emma #emma carlyle #choices book club #lovealexhunt #march2024 #choices #playchoices #choices game #shreya mistry #atlas ernhardt

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reveluving · 2 years

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I can't have a single moment of peace playing The Elementalists, knowing there won't be any updates or sequels for it once I finish all three books like

WHEN ELSE CAN I HAVE MOMENTS LIKE THESE WITH BECKETT “I KNOW HOW TO TANGO” HARRINGTON, CHOICES? WHEN?

#OMG IMAGINE THEM IN THEIR FINAL YEAR #MAYBE LIVING TOGETHER #MARRIED EVEN??#WE WERE ROBBED #choices #choices stories you play #choices pixelberry #pixelberry #playchoices #choices the elementalists #the elementalists #the elementalists winters past #beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc #shreya mistry #zephyr hernandez #griffin langley #atlas ernhardt #aster d'yew

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endlessly-cursed · 3 days

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Next Gen- Yasemin Battersea-Parsons

“𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕.”

Name: Yasemin Neeru Battersea Parsons

Nicknames: Yas

Birthdate: 16th of December 2004

Zodiac Sign: Saggitarius (i think??)

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: Turkish-Indian-Irish

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black, curly

Eyes: Black

Height: 1.57m

Weight: 64kg

Body Type: Medium-size

Skin Tone: Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): One birthmark on her neck

Background

Hometowns

Kolkata, India- The rich and ancient city was the place of birth for Yasemin, and where she spent much of her winter in the Bengali equivalent of Christmas and even participated in religious rites, despite following the Muslim religion more.

Antakya, Turkey- Her other hometown, she lived in a rustic yet wealthy house with her grandmother, where she spent many summers and even visited many mosques and started on her Muslim faith

Dublin, Ireland- Her main residence, living outside the center, she loved how carefree and busy they were and many of her friends lived near, and her formative years were spent there

Family

Mother: Esmanur Zeynep Battersea

The only living Battersea that directly descended from Simon by then, she was raised as a hanimsultan and was treated like Middle-Eastern royalty despite being long gone. She did not expect to have children after Shreya, and was delighted to have one more child. Despite being fond of Yasemin, her favouritism was never noticed by her daughters

Father: Mahmoud Ismail Parsons

A Bengali businessman, he married Esmanur to enforce his monopoly on the industry and expand his growing empire. When Esmanur was pregnant again, he was surprised and worried, because his wife have had fertility problems years prior and didn't want to risk her life. Nevertheless, Yasemin was born healthy and without much fuss, and he spoiled her

Older sister: Shreya Humashah Battersea Parsons

Although she was first angry at Yasemin's birth, the moment she held her, she knew she loved her. Shreya loved to take care of her and talk about girl stuff, going shopping and having silly moments. Shreya was like a second mother and role model to Yasemin and are very close, even after Shreya marries Kevin Farrell and forms her family with him

Distant cousin: Luke Battersea

A bit closer in age, despite him being prickly and reserved, Yasemin approached him slowly, allowing him to come to her, actively listening to whatever he talked about and giving surprisingly helpful advice and thoughtful gestures, such as baking him his favourite cake for his birthday or when he had a bad day, or ensure that the cook cooks his comfort food once a week, and include him in the family trips

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: Herbology

Worst Class: Potions

Boggart: Everybody diminishes her efforts, throwing them and shouting at her that she'll never be enough

Riddikulus: The papers get up and start dancing cha-cha-cha

Patronus: A hare

Patronus Memory: Dancing in the rain when she was eight with her father and Shreya as her mother film

Mirror of Erised: (before turning 19) Achieving peace and stability in her hometowns (after turning 20) having stability, peace and a family with Scott by her side

Amortentia (what she smells like): Victoria's Secret perfume 'shimmer', strawberry bubblegum, henna

Amortentia (what she smells): Ice, cologne, something related to Scott

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

21-35: Philantropist

36-65: President of the Battersea company

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Making some good in the world, her family's wellbeing

Strengths: Kind, empathetic, insightful, caring and generous

Weaknesses: Naive, clueless, innocent during her adolescence, way too trusting, a people pleaser and can't say anything bad about anyone

Stressed: During social gatherings and during exams, feeling stupid all the time

Calm/Comforted: Watching her comfort show (FRIENDS), spending time with Shreya, in her bed

Favorites

Colors: PINK, burgundy red, navy blue and lilac

Weather: Sunny

Hobbies: Reading, knitting, baking and creating skincare and makeup routines

Fashion: Yasemin is far more fashionable than her sister Shreya, often wearing heels and short skirts and tops, all in the palette of pink, black and white. She also has curly hair and has a rigorous routine that she always asks not to be interrupted when performing it

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Scott Morris ( @potionboy3 )

Both friends from the moment they met, unlike her peers, Scott seemed to get her, and Yasemin always felt seen with him. What she didn't know is that Scott had a huge crush on her. A crush that everybody save her seemed to notice. For years, he dropped subtle hints here and there, but the clueless Yasemin didn't seem to see it.

Until, on a party, after sharing a meaningful moment, Scott surprised Yasemin by kissing her and declaring his feelings for her. What was more surprising to Yasemin is that she felt the same. Even though Yasemin was a year ahead of Scott, they saw each other often and even gave him the keys to her house once they became serious.

[MORE TBA]

Friends: Noor Verma Dhendron ( @legilimenace )

Even though they were different, Noor and Yasemin got along and suprisingly complimented one another. Shreya soon befriended Mansi, Noor's sister, and became inseparable, becoming almost members of the family

Mia Morris ( @gaygryffindorgal )

Scott's older sister, Yasemin liked her from the beginning and she was key in setting her up with her brother

[MORE TBA]

Jude Cozens ( @unfortunate-arrow )

Both with similar natures, she met him through Scott and also reminded her of Luke. She was shocked when she learned that he and Noor started dating

Yasemin is looking for friends! I'll favour those born in 2004-5! Hmu or send me an ask if you're interested!

Rivals: TBA (why would you want to antagonize this angel?!)

Trivia

She doesn't drink alcohol due to religious and personal reasons

Her drink of choice is a lime Aquarius

Always has a red velvet cake for her birthday

She hates green peas

Is surprisingly good at breakdance, salsa and dabke, and often does it in heels

Used to hate her curly hair and tried to straighten it like Shreya for most of her teens

While Shreya inherits her father's businesses, Yasemin inherits her mother's legacy

Is medium sized and was always made fun of by her parents' peers and went on crazy diets and developed body dysmorphia due to early development

Almost never went to parties because of people getting drunk and being invasive towards her

Cries easily for everything, yet can be calm in dire circusmtances

Picked up baking thanks to her therapist and often shows up to classes and gatherings with Turkish and Bengali sweets when she feels her friends are feeling down or stressed or wants to celebrate

Has the cutest and most elegant handwriting in Hogwarts (it was voted)

#hp next gen #hp next gen oc #oc: yasemin battersea parsons #mc: shreya battersea parsons #scott morris #mia morris #noor verma dhendron #battersea family #scott x yasemin #mottersea #oc profile #character sheet

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theclassycandy · 1 year

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BONUS:

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

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

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 3 months

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🪶 Verena and Shreya?

Aww TYSM for asking about them!!

Verena is someone who always runs hot (I mean she is a Sun and Fire-Att) so whenever she and Shreya have movie or show binging nights really any night, and day she cuddles next to her and wraps her body around her. They don't even need blankets but they're there 😭

This is literally them

#asks #of thoughts and feathers 🪶#playchoices #the elementalists #shreya mistry #shreya mistry x mc #verena solaris oc #vereya❤️‍🔥

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choicesficwriterscreations · 3 months

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CFWC F/AotW - Feb 18 - 24, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Aerin Valleros x M!Human!MC 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Crossroads ✒️🏳️‍🌈 🔹| Aerin Valleros, NB!Elf!MC - @storyofmychoices

Daenarya 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹| f!human!mc - @storyofmychoices

Kilian Clawthorne 🎨🔹 by @inlocusmads

Marya Moonglory 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹| f!elf!mc - @storyofmychoices for @gaiuskamilah

Woven Threads & Winding Roads Parts 3 & 4 ✒️🔹| Tyril Starfury x f!human!mc - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls

BLOODBOUND

Bloodbound Portraits 🎨| Multiple Characters by @thepanky

CRIMES OF PASSION

I don't think a million times is enough ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Moja Ruza ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @peonierose

Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies (Series) ✒️🔹| Sebastyan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Chapter 3

Starting Somewhere If Nowhere Tangible ✒️🔹| Mafalda Ginovese, Nora Rose (F!MC) - @inlocusmads

DISTANT SHORES

Distant Shores: An Alternate Path - Part 2 ✒️🔹| Charlie Smith x M!MC - @korgbelmont

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Beckett Harrington x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234

Shreya Mistry Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

ENDLESS SUMMER

Estela Montoya x F!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @marmolady

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

Somehow, I Never Got the Rose Tinted Glasses ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| TFS MC - @choicesmc

Zig Ortega Fanart🎨🏳️‍🌈by @/ohhhheyitsjulia (IG) (C: @choiceswithmika)

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Am I Dreaming? 🎨| Cas Harlow x F!MC - @nukritus

Cas Harlow & Gabe Adalhard Fanart 🎨by @fiyahhball

Immortal Desires Fanart 🎨| Cas Harlow x F!MC x Gabe Adalhard - @artbyalz

Immortal Desires Fanart - Cas Harlow 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Cas Harlow x MC - @your-art-is-gay

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Cas Harlow x F!MC - @korgbelmont

Please Don't Think (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Cas Harlow x F!MC x Gabe Adalhard - @princesstutu Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

But I'm tired 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Martin Vanderweil x NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

MULTIPLE STORIES

Playchoices MCs 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus

Six Fanarts 🎨 by @gaiuskamilah

NIGHTBOUND

The Haunted House ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Open Heart Full F/AotW Lise - Week ending Feb 24, 2024

RED CARPET DIARIES

Thomas x Alex Hunt Fanart 🎨by @liiyaan (C: @storyofmychoices)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Wild Ride: A Bad Romance Prequel One-Shot ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🔹| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles

WAKE THE DEAD

Ash Archer (F!MC) Fanart 🎨by @roseythorne

Three of Hearts ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) x Troy Hassan - @jerzwriter

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sapphoschoices · 4 months

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For the OTP asks!

for Bridgette Lawrence and Annabelle Parsons 11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? & 59. What's a non-verbal way they say 'I love you'?

for Pheonix Fairbourne and Shreya Mistry 60. Who pulls the other close when they're sleeping? & 23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Bridgette and Annabelle

11. Bridgette notoriously hides her emotions, but Annabelle even more notoriously can read her like a damn billboard. Bridgette often gets very burnt out after guests are over but does a genuinely good job of covering it up, though even the best actor ever couldn't hide Bridgette's displeasure from Annabelle.

59. Bridgette and Annabelle have a lot of non-verbal ways to say 'I love you' due to the nature of their environment. Their favourite is through acts of service for each other in public so they can showcase how much they care about each other, but in private, they often kiss each others shoulders as a way to non verbally say they love each other.

Phoenix and Shreya

60. Phoenix is a total cuddler when she's sleeping, generally Shreya will be totally unable to move when she wakes up because Phoenix is wrapped so tightly around her, making it a real struggle for her to get out of bed at all, though Phoenix is luckily a heavy sleeper so Shreya doesn't worry to much about the extents she has to go to.

23. I imagine Shreya is quite the early riser, whereas Phoenix is the total opposite. Normally Phoenix can't even wake up in time to keep Shreya in bed, but on the rare occasion she does, Phoenix is adamant. Though Phoenix will almost always cave to Shreya sweet-talking her back to sleep.

OTP Ask Game

#mc: bridgette lawrence #mc: phoenix fairbourne #bridgette x annabelle #phoenix x shreya #ask game

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shreyamistry · 10 months

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they are the power couple !!!! THE HEAT TO THEIR SUN!!!!!! I WILL CRY !!!

#i am not okay #shreya x mc #shreya mistry #te #the elementalists #I LOVE HER SO!!!!#ignore me obsessing over shreya mistry IT IS MY BRAND AT THE END OF THE DAY #nate plays the elementalist #nate plays choices

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korgbelmont · 9 months

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Male OC (Riley Keegan) x Shreya Mistry

Part 3

The day of the presentation has arrived, all the work Riley and Shreya have put in is now going to have to pay off.

Part 2

Written in the Present Tense

Tagging: @jerzwriter, @choicesficwriterscreations

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1002

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Fire & Water created on cooltext.com

In this, The Elementalists MC (Sam) is with Aster

Arriving at Shreya's dorm room with a plate of food in one hand and a steaming drink in the other, Riley uses his foot to knock on the door. After a moment of waiting, the door is opened by Sam.

Sam - Hey, Riley. Come on in.

Riley - Thanks.

Sam steps to the side so Riley can step in and they notice the food and drink in his hands.

Sam - Breakfast on the go?

Riley - Actually, this is for Shreya, handmade by yours truly.

Shreya - Is that so?

Shreya steps out from her room and Riley gives her a smile.

Shreya - Have you had something?

Riley - I did. Promise. And slept.

Shreya - Good. So I was thinking, maybe we should head to class a bit earlier, because the only way our project is going to work is if we're outside where we practiced. So get there a bit earlier, and just explain the situation.

Riley - Okay.

Shreya - But before that. I am having that food.

Arriving to the classroom a little bit earlier, Riley and Shreya find Katrina sat at her desk.

Katrina - You two are early.

Riley - We were hoping to ask a favour about our presentation. We can't do it in here. We need to be outside by the lake.

Katrina - Okay. I can put you both in last to do your presentation if that would help.

Shreya - Thank you, Katri-- Professor.

Riley raises an eyebrow at Shreya and Katrina laughs.

Katrina - It's okay, Shreya. We're not in session, so don't worry about using my name.

The pair take their seats as other students begin filing in.

Riley - You're on a first name basis with the Prof?

Shreya - Her brother is a friend.

Riley - Fair enough.

Once all the students are in, Katrina stands and addresses the class.

Katrina - Good morning everyone, hope you're ready for your presentations. Now, I have been asked by one pair that they go last as their presentation requires that they be elsewhere. So I ask now, is there anyone else who needs to be somewhere out of class to do their presentation?

A couple of pairs raise their hands and she writes them down under Shreya and Riley's names.

Katrina - Okay then. Who would like to go first?

Over the next few hours, pair by pair give their presentations. Riley puts his feet up on the desk to get more comfortable in order to keep his backside from going numb, and soon Shreya rests against him, laying her head on his shoulder.

The time soon comes for the class to move elsewhere as one of the pairs gives their presentation. Once they have, they all move to another location for the second pair to give their presentation, and as soon as they finish, Riley and Shreya share a look as it is now their turn.

Katrina - To the lake then?

Shreya - Yes.

They all make their way to the lake and Riley takes a deep breath. Taking their places in front of the class, they begin their presentation.

Shreya - While it took us a bit of time to figure out what to do for our presentation and combine our Magicks, we figured out that a possible life saver would be a good way to go. Riley?

Riley - So, say you're mountain climbing or doing an Arctic or Antarctic exploration and you're freezing. You can actually take the snow or any water around to do this...

Taking some of the water from the lake, he swirls it around the class and begins compressing it into snow layer by layer until they are all surrounded by a giant igloo.

Shreya - And then...

She creates flames around everyone with the heat remaining inside. Looking around, Katrina soon gives her attention to the pair with a smile and begins applauding. The others soon join her and Shreya gives a bow while Riley smiles.

Katrina - I can understand why you wanted to be outside for this one. Well done. Well done to all of you in fact. You can be expecting your feedback next week. For now though, Riley, Shreya, we would like a way out that doesn't involve drenching us.

Riley creates a door and everyone filters out with him and Shreya following last. Once back in the open quad, Riley uses his magick to put the igloo in the water. Walking to the edge of the lake, Riley sits down and soon falls back, drained of energy. Shreya stands above him, holding her hand out to him.

Shreya - Come on.

Riley - Where are we going?

Shreya - Late lunch.

Riley - I never say no to food.

He takes her hand, getting to his feet, and they begin their way inside.

After a satisfying lunch, Riley leans back in his chair, running a hand down his face.

Shreya - Can I ask you something?

Riley - Shoot.

Shreya - Next week, there is a gala, and as a Mistry, I have to be seen. You want to come? It would be more fun with you around.

Riley leans forward, meeting her gaze with a smile.

Riley - Sure. I should warn you though, I have never been to anything so formal.

Shreya - You own a suit?

Riley - Yeah.

Shreya - Then you'll be fine. The rest of my friends will be there as well.

Riley - I've met Sam and Aster. Briefly.

Shreya - You've yet to meet Atlas, Zeph, Beckett, and Griffin.

Riley - I'll try not to make an embarrassment of myself.

Shreya - Just make sure you sleep, and I can guarantee you'll be fine.

Riley shakes his head with a laugh.

Riley - You're not dropping that anytime soon, are you?

Shreya - No.

Riley - Okay.

They spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out, taking it easy and enjoying each other's company.

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storyofmychoices · 11 months

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Choices Masterlists: (alphabetical by LI's first name)

💜 Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle [The Elementalists] 💙 Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley(OC) [Open Heart] + Olivia, Merida, and Casey World (masterlist by jerzwriter) 💜 Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd [Open Heart] 💙 John Somerset x Christie Hayes [The Unexpected Heiress] 💜 Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop [Save the Date] 💙 Levi Schuler x Laura Day [Mother of the Year] 💜 Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light & Shadow] + Mal's Orphanage Series + Blades 2 AU 💙 Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U] 💜 Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen [Wake the Dead] 💙 Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion] 💙 Assorted Characters (EmoDrake, ROE Bartender, Thomas Mendez) 💖 Geometric Art 💖 My Personal Favorite Fics

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Safe: Mal contemplates life as he watches over Daenarya. [Art]

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Couples Skate: Olivia takes Bryce ice skating.

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October-December 2023 updates: new fics, art, and edits

Character Profiles: (alphabetically by first name)

💖 Alex Hunt (RCD/HWU F!MC / OC)

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queenbirbs · 2 years

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raspberry reverie | Beckett x MC

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Cilla Bishop)

Rating: N*FW, 18+

Word count: 5k

Summary: Cilla attempts to bake Beckett a birthday cake. post B2

Cilla pressed her face against the oven’s glass and glared. The quartet of cakes inside baked away merrily in their pans, unaware of her ire. With a sigh, she returned to her laptop and skimmed over the recipe once more. The pretty FoodFlix host assured her that, after forty-two to forty-five minutes at 325 degrees, she should have four perfect, flat-topped cakes.

The half-dozen she has scattered across the counter would beg to differ. No two were the same. Some were too soggy, some too dry; some were shrunken, some sunken. By the third trial run, Cilla was cursing her own hubris for thinking that she could pull it off. She grew up enjoying baking, and she was pretty good at it. From an early age, her foster moms Marnie and Alison had always let her help out in their pie shop. Sure, her experience with cakes was a little lacking, but they just involved following a recipe of a different sort. The recipe she was attempting to copy, though, required a little more than the standard oil, water, and eggs.

Navigating back to FoodFlix’s channel, she resumed the video on how to make the filling.

“Stupid fancy four-layer cake,” she muttered under her breath, as if anybody was around to hear her at this hour. More than used to her talking to herself, her Arylu, Hopper, snoozed away beside the warm oven. Cilla had charmed the kitchen staff into letting her use the equipment here, instead of the sad excuse for a kitchenette in her dorm. Well, not so much as charmed, but reminded them that she was the reason shit did not, in fact, hit the fan the three previous years. She didn’t like to pull the hero-of-the-magickal-world card, but needs must.

Baking here also meant she had access to everything – appliance and ingredients-wise – that she needed. Aside from Sutton’s Salvia, which Aster lovingly special-ordered for her, and was the most vital of ingredients. It would turn this regular cake into a proper raspberry reverie birthday cake for Beckett. Which Cilla had to sneak into the student records office to learn. For the past two years, he had refused to tell her, claiming that she would set up some elaborate surprise party. Which, to be fair, she did – but a nice one, she thought, with just their closest friends. She knew that he didn’t like being the center of attention unless it was under the academic spotlight, but everyone deserved a birthday party. He nearly bled to death from shrapnel wounds while saving her life; the least she could do was bake him his favorite cake.

Satisfied with the instruction refresh, Cilla paused the video and resumed her music. Lugging the blender across the counter, she added in the raspberries and pureed them. She felt the tiniest bit of hope that these cakes would be the final batch. Shreya had offered to help her bake, but Cilla needed her at their study group session to ensure that Aster and Atlas actually kept their mouths shut. It would be a miracle if Beckett didn’t figure out their plans. Once a mystery was placed before him, he went full tilt into solving it. It was one of those traits that she could respect, but loathe when it didn’t work in her favor.

Finished with blending, she poured the raspberry pulp through a strainer. She sent a burst of Air magick to resume the video, listening to the pastry chef as she demonstrated scraping off the excess that clung to the bottom. After stirring in the sugar, lemon juice, and cornstarch, she transferred the mixture to a saucepan to heat it. Whisking constantly to thicken the filling, her ears were trained on the chef’s instructions and the rock music still playing in the background.

“Cilla?”

She whirled, whisk held aloft as if she were going to brain someone with it. Beckett stood just inside the double doors, his brow furrowed. His gaze swept across the kitchen and then back to her. “What is all of this? And what are you listening to?”

She could only imagine what she looked like: sweaty from the kitchen’s heat, her hair bundled on top of her head, and wearing her threadbare leggings and an oversized Penderghast sweatshirt. Her immense hatred for wearing shoes meant that she’d kicked them off… somewhere, leaving her in her favorite socks. She wiggled her toes as she considered her response, making the little cartoon ghosts dance.

“My Samhain playlist. More specifically, Blue Öyster Cult.”

“That answers the second question.”

She lowered the laptop’s volume and evaded answering the first with a question of her own. “Why are you here?”

“I was worried about you,” he said. “You missed our study session, and they were vague about where you were. I couldn’t trust that you weren’t off somewhere battling some heretofore unknown psychopath.”

“All the psychopaths I’ve battled were pretty famous.”

“Is this you bragging?”

“Maybe.”

A disappointed sigh emptied out of him. “Anyway, Griffin was reciting the entire index from Balthar's Infernal Bestiary series and Shreya made one of these,” he sliced a hand across his throat, “to him, which Aster saw and predictably did not understand and asked if it meant to be quiet about the ‘secret surprise.’”

“I should be happier that our friends are terrible at keeping secrets, but honestly, that’s just…”

“Sad? Disappointing?” he offered.

“Yeah, a little bit of both.” Removing the saucepan from the heat, Cilla set it aside to cool and turned to face him. “How did you find me?”

“I portaled through the school wards to save you from Kane.” One of his eyebrows peaked in true Beckett fashion. “Did you doubt I could locate you across campus?”

“No, but I put up some of those blocking wards that Englund taught us last week.”

He flapped a hand as if swatting away an annoying fly. “No offense, but they weren’t strong enough to stop my Locator spell. Especially since you are wearing my sweatshirt—”

“Yours? It’s definitely mine.”

“I don’t believe the law of eminent domain pertains to collegiate clothing.”

“The law of finders, keepers; losers, weepers does,” she shot back with a smile.

He rolled his eyes at her, but his trademark smirk appeared soon after. “I don’t think losing it on your bedroom floor counts. But, childish adages aside, I can tell when you’re stalling.”

Carting over the frosting ingredients to the mixer, Cilla shot him a look over her shoulder. “Given the date tomorrow, I would think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”

She watched as his gaze tracked over the room once more, taking note of the measuring cups, open containers of ingredients, and rejected slabs of pink cake.

“Oh,” he said in a gentle tone. “I’ve never…”

“Had a birthday cake before?” she asked, more than a little bewildered. She was unable to believe that his parents, while not the warmest people in the world, would be so awful.

“Yes, of course I have. But it’s always baked by someone at a three-star Michelin restaurant and coated in flavorless gold flakes.” His nose crinkled up in distaste. “Only the finest for the Harrington’s,” he said with no small amount of sarcasm.

Cilla eyed the mess around her and frowned. How the hell was her cake supposed to compete with that?

“This probably won’t taste as good,” she warned.

“It’ll taste even better because you made it for me.”

His conviction seemed a little too cocky for her, given the amount of time she had already been trying – and failing – to produce a copycat of his favorite cake. But her well of positive thoughts had run dry long ago, and she would take all the confidence she could get. “Is it alright if I stay?” he asked. “Surely I can be of some assistance.”

She smiled and beckoned him closer with a nudge of Air magick, sending him stumbling into the counter beside her. “Beckett Harrington cutting a study session short to help me bake? I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yes, well, you’re forgetting that I have two great loves: academia and you.”

It was only because he was so close that she saw the slightest hint of red flush across his cheeks. These days, it took a lot more than the bare minimum of a compliment to get him to blush. It became something of a game for her – one that Cilla proudly won more often than not.

“You’re sweet,” she said. “You can help me make the frosting if you want.”

He rolled his sleeves up and washed his hands, reappearing at her side for instructions. Together, they sliced and measured and added the ingredients into the mixing bowl. Working alongside him brought Cilla back to their early years at Penderghast. They would commandeer their favorite table in the library and practice spellwork or sneak down to the lab to conduct experiments. Not that they didn’t still study together, but with their different majors – his Thaumaturgy, hers undecided – their schedules had little overlap this year.

“Baking is a lot more peaceful than I imagined it would be,” he said, lowering the mixer’s speed to add in the powdered sugar.

“That’s because you missed the first half,” Cilla said with a snort. “It would’ve been easier if I had Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather here to help me, but you’re doing just fine.”

Confusion scrunched up his features for a moment. “What on earth are you talking about?”

She heaved out a dramatic sigh for effect. “It’s not my fault you Attuned aren’t cultured.”

“There’s an idea.” He all but perked up at her insult. “You could teach a course on Attuneless culture! The Attuned world cannot stand to be as insular as it has been in the past, and students need a more concise education on the subject, rather than hopelessly clicking through webbing pages to try and determine what they need to know.”

“I think you mean webpages, which is a term no one under the age of thirty uses anymore.”

“See? You would be perfect.”

The subject of her future career was something of a sore subject. All of their friends had declared their majors by the start of the year, but here Cilla was, still dragging her feet. It was hard to make a decision on the future when it wasn’t a guarantee, especially after battling power-hungry bad guys for the past two years.

“Teaching here would be the optimal choice. Penderghast is the leading magickal institution for a reason,” he continued. “The only other one in the United States is in southern Nevada. I visited once, when I was feeling rebellious about attending the same college as Katrina. It’s fine, but it is… extremely hot over there.” His features folded into a frown at the memory.

“You would consider touring another school an act of rebellion,” she said with an amused snort.

“I don’t mean to pressure you, of course. It seems that’s all you’ve received from the magickal world since your arrival in it. I know that Dean Swan has been pushing you towards a career in Blood magick.” Beckett reached out to brush a loose hair behind her ear. His lips curved into a gentle smile. “You’re always putting everyone else ahead of yourself. It’s one of the things I find so damned infuriating about you, and yet, I cannot help but love you for it. I just think you should do something for yourself for once. This is your future, and you should be the only one deciding on how you go about it.”

Humming as she considered the idea, she stopped the mixer and, after knocking the frosting from the beater, covered the bowl, and left it in the fridge to chill.

“Suggesting I attend grad school and teach here wouldn’t have anything to do with your plans to do the same, would it?” she asked.

“Of course. I’m not going to deny that selfishly I want our futures to align in such a way. But whatever path you wish to follow, I will support you. If that entails attending another college for graduate school, then we can easily continue our relationship with a scryglass and portal visits on the weekends, or you could teach me how to use one of those Attuneless devices like Picturegram, or rather,” he kept on, barely pausing for breath, “if you’ve decided that you don’t want to ‘do the long distance thing’ like Griffin is with his partner, then I—”

Cilla crossed back over to him and stalled his nervous rambling with a kiss. “No more of that,” she chided when they parted for air. “I might not be exactly sure of what I want to do after we graduate, but I do know that I want to be with you. No matter what.”

He all but melted into her arms at the reassurance. “Rest assured that I feel the same way.”

“Good.” She pressed her lips to his cheek. “And as for the rest, I’ll think about it. Seriously.”

“That’s all that I ask.”

A trilling noise sounded through the kitchen. Hopper sprang up from his nap, ready for action. Cilla rushed over to the oven, her socks sending her skidding the last few feet, and cracked open the door. The cakes looked much better than the last batch: they were pulled slightly away from their pans and were a light, honey-brown color. Easing her hand inside the oven – and ignoring Beckett’s complaints about her impatience – she pressed two fingers to each of the cakes. She didn’t bother to hide her goofy, pleased smile when they sprung back with ease. Pulling them from the oven, she settled the pans onto a wire rack. Aided by the small, rotating winds that Beckett waved to life, the cakes cooled in record time.

With her Samhain tunes continuing to play in the background, Cilla walked him through the next steps. They released and flipped the cakes and prepped piping bags. Layer by layer, they piped dams with the cream cheese frosting and filled them with a thin sheet of raspberry filling. Once the four layers were stacked, she applied a crumb coat. Combining her Water magick with his Air – and, after a round of insistent barking, Hopper’s – they chilled the thin layer of frosting and began working on the final layer.

“Where did you learn how to do all of this?” Beckett asked, watching as she heated up the metal spatula to smooth out the air bubbles.

“My foster parents owned a bakery. Best little pie shop in Ipswich, ten years running. We may not have sold cakes, but I learned a few tricks of the dessert trade from them.”

“They never mentioned owning a business.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a sore subject with Marnie. It went under with a lot of other small businesses in the last recession.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you say something before? Now I feel terrible that we brought that pumpkin pie over for the autumn equinox.”

Cilla chuckled at his crestfallen expression and knocked her shoulder into his. “They aren’t going to demote points from you for bringing them pie, Beck. Now, maybe some of those trendy, upscale cookies they might have a problem with. Last year a franchise moved into their shop’s location. They’re still a little bitter about it.”

At the sound of scratching, she looked up from the cake to see him scribbling in a notebook that he procured from somewhere. Curious, she snuck a peek at the page to see each of her moms’ names, each with their own list of likes and dislikes. Underneath Marnie and Alison’s, he wrote in that neat, block print of his: do not mention “upscale [sic] cookies.”

“You have a whole page dedicated to my moms?” she asked, wholly unsurprised.

“You do have three of them. There is plenty to keep track of.”

“Do I have a page?”

“Cilla,” he said her name with a sigh, as if disappointed in her question. “You have a whole notebook. Possibly two, at this point.”

The notion filled her with an immeasurable amount of warmth. With a last few swipes, she finished the frosting and flicked a hand towards the fridge to summon out the last ingredients. Grabbing the bar of white chocolate, she grated some it into a fine dust atop the cake. After a magickal rinse and dry, she filled the top’s center with fresh, whole raspberries.

“Beautiful,” he murmured from where they crowded together against the counter to admire the finished product. “I’m touched you would go through all of this for me.”

“You’ve helped me take down a children-murdering psycho and a literal Source,” she reminded him.

He flapped a dismissive hand at her. “That was elementary.”

“You mean… a piece of cake?” she offered with a grin.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Sure, but you love it.”

“I do,” he agreed. His gaze was soft as it darted across her face, fondness lightening his features and the curve of his lips.

“And for once, save for the cake graveyard, nothing went wrong.”

“I concur. Your luck may be changing. Trouble has yet to follow you this–”

Cilla slapped her palm over his mouth and shushed him. “Don’t jinx our junior year like that!”

“Sorry.” The word was muffled underneath her palm, which she reluctantly removed. “But trouble does seem to follow you. By chance, is it your middle name?”

“It’s Eugenia, actually.” She half-expected him to pull out his notebook again.

“That’s adorable. In a 93-year-old Nan sort of way.”

“Thanks, Thaddeus.” He gaped at her and she smirked. “What, like it was a secret?”

Assigning Hopper to chill the cake, Cilla turned and started collecting the dirty dishes. Beckett stayed near the cake, biting at his lip as if debating with himself.

“You aren’t bored, are you?” he finally broke the silence to ask.

“What do you mean?”

“As I said before, this year has had a distinct lack of mayhem. And I cannot help but notice that some days you seem… perturbed.”

“I like the lack of mayhem. It’s a nice change of pace.” He continued to watch her, holding out for a proper answer. She caved under the scrutiny of his gaze. “Okay, fine, most days I do. Others, I— I guess, given my history in the Attuned world, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes I feel like something terrible is about to happen.”

Worry pulled at his mouth and furrowed his brow. He crossed the space between them and took hold of her, his hands clenched tight around her shoulders.

“I will never let anything happen to you.” His voice was thick with the heavy weight of his words. The surety of his promise made her heart beat that much faster.

“Beckett.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, to soothe and be soothed. “It’s the same for me. You know that, right?” At his hum of assurance, she smiled and squeezed him tighter. “But I do like the quiet. Especially with you.”

“Good. I do, as well. With you.”

Settled by her assurance, he helped her bring over another haul to the sink. Less than three snaps of his fingers later, the dishes were washed and dried and in the process of putting themselves away. They both turned to stare at the finished cake, sitting so pristine on its wooden stand. She didn’t even need to see his face to know what he was thinking.

“It’s your birthday cake.”

“We wouldn’t want to serve it to our friends without trying it first.”

“Of course not,” she said, playing along. “We have to test it, for the sake of food safety.”

Procuring a plate from thin air, Beckett cut out a slice with his Metal magick and conjured two forks. She made him cheers with their first forkfuls – another Attuneless tradition, apparently, going by the amused look on his face – before taking a bite. The cake was perfect, fluffy and moist, but held its shape nicely. The raspberry filling was just this side of tart, melting with the sweet tanginess of the cream cheese frosting. The white chocolate dusting and raspberries had been her own additions; she wanted some sort of personal twist, after all.

But the magickal qualities of Sutton's Salvia soon stole the show. The canned lights and darkened rafters overhead disappeared under a blanket of gigantic greenery. Between the leafy fern fronds and the velvety leaves of wooly hedgenettle, a bouquet bloomed. Maroon and indigo painted the fluffy, round blossoms of hydrangeas and moonblooms. Sprouted beside them were the curved, white petals of trumpet lilies and starkissed magnolias. Clusters of wisteria dropped down in sprays of purple and blue, its woody vine snaking through the upside-down garden.

Cilla tore her gaze from the view and over to Beckett. Deep in her chest, something caught and held at the naked wonder on his face. Not only had he grown up in the Attuned world, but a world of wealth and finery, as well. The chance to catch him by surprise was one she would always cherish.

“You’ve got your thinking face on,” she whispered, as if speaking at a normal volume would somehow disturb the magickal display.

“I would argue that’s my usual face,” he whispered back. “I do think rather often. But yes, I’m thinking up a ‘line.’”

“Ooh, okay. Like ‘that sweatshirt would look better on the floor?’”

He shook his head and chuckled, warm and deep. Cilla felt the sound all the way down to her toes.

“That sounds like your kind of line. What I want to say is thank you, but it seems… paltry.”

“Why?”

“Because of this. All of this.” He motioned to the cake and then to the fading scene above them. “No one’s ever gone to such great lengths for me.”

“It’s just a cake, Beck.”

“It isn’t, and you know it.”

With that, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. It was probably silly that, even after years together, something fluttered in her throat at the gesture. Wrapping a hand around his nape, she toyed with the short hairs there and guided him down for another kiss. His lips tasted sweet when she ran her tongue across them. She felt the hitch in his breathing, heard the distinct noise of metal meeting tile. Then his hands were on her waist, holding her tight. A hum of delight sounded from her throat when he opened that lovely mouth of his and deepened the kiss. Stumbling backwards, her hip smacked against the opposite counter, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she arched into his wandering touch as his fingers dove under her sweatshirt and along her ribs.

“There’s nobody else here but you and me.”

“An astute observation,” she said, parroting his posh tone.

Beckett flicked his wrist and a rush of air swept the counter behind her clean. A bag of powdered sugar smacked the ground, sending up a white cloud. Cans of spray clattered and rolled, clanking against the prep tables. Indifferent to the mess, he lifted her up and onto the countertop. An invisible force of air pulled her scrunchie free, sending her hair tumbling across her shoulders. He wrapped the strands around his hand and used it like a rope to tug her head back for another kiss. A rampant hunger rushed through her, leaving her with an ache between her legs. From his spot on the floor, Hopper opened one eye and disappeared into the ether.

“I’d like to fuck you here,” Beckett murmured against her lips.

“What if—” Her worry was cut off by the distinct sound of the double doors locking shut. A breathy laugh escaped her. She kissed the corner of his mouth where it curled into a smirk. He grasped the hem of her sweatshirt and she raised her arms, letting him peel it off and toss it aside. Grabbing hold of his hands, she pressed them to her lace-covered chest. His thumbs swept circles against her, mirroring her hum of pleasure with his own. The light stubble along his jaw prickled, a precursor to the swift bite of his teeth, followed by the warm, soothing brush of his tongue at her throat. Marking her, she thought, welcoming the saccharine thrill that pulsed through her. As if anyone would even entertain the idea that they did not belong to one another. Not even bothering to remove her bralette, he simply yanked it down below her breasts, bent his head, and ravished.

“Oh.” She carded her fingers through his hair and tugged, urging him on. “God, Beckett, that feels—”

The praise was lost to a gasp as he scraped his teeth across her sensitive skin. She threw her legs around his waist and pressed her body to his. Sensing her need, Beckett grabbed her by the backs of her knees and yanked her closer. She garbled out something incoherent when he rolled his hips into hers, slow and tortuous. Arousal pooled low in her belly, syrupy and sweet.

“Feels good?” he guessed, those gray eyes of his sparking as he teased, smug in the weight of knowledge that it was. The fumbling, stuttering mess of a man she had cornered in the library long ago had grown into the confident one before her. She loved both of them – but this one, her Beckett, she loved the most.

With a flick of her wrist, the buttons on his shirt popped open, granting her access to the warm planes of his chest. She felt his heart under her palm, wild and frantic as it raced. Beckett wasted no time skimming a hand down her stomach and below the band of her underwear. She bucked up into his touch, whining when he teased her.

“C’mon, Beck, I’m—” the rest of her plea dissipated into a moan of pleasure when he slid two fingers inside of her.

“Wet already,” he finished for her with a groan. “I know. You always are.”

“Always,” she repeated. Her hips swiveled to meet his touch. “Only for you.”

With a growl, he dragged his mouth along her shoulder and nipped at her skin. A shiver danced along her spine. Another flick of the wrist and his belt slipped free and clattered to the floor. She dragged down his zipper, eager to feel every inch of him. Slipping free of her, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. The ache between her legs grew with a fierce, keening need. He stepped back and yanked her leggings and underwear off in one, clean motion. Her beloved socks went with them, which made it that much easier to rope her legs around him and dig her heels into his back. He chuckled at her insistence and settled against her once more.

“I love you,” he told her. The brilliant smile on his face could have rivaled the Sun-Att classroom.

“I love you, too,” she purred, tugging his boxer briefs down enough to free him. “Now, take off your shirt and then take m—”

Beckett took her mouth instead, cradling her jaw and crushing his lips to hers. They separated with a gasp. She used the opportunity to grab hold of his shirt and tear it off, eager to feel all of him. His breath was hot and ragged against her neck as he eased himself into her. Letting her adjust, he rocked into her, languorous and smooth. She rolled her hips to meet his and reveled in the heady burst of pleasure that came with being filled by him. As if he could somehow read her mind, he groaned and pressed closer.

“You are magnificent,” he ground out. His fingers dug into her hips as he drove into her, his skin slick against her own. A pleased moan emptied out of her.

“You feel magnificent.”

She bit down on the meat of his shoulder, marking him as her own, just as he’d done. Magick sparked and crackled along her skin. He guided her up and up, his palm grinding against her bundle of nerves just how she liked it. Her breath caught and held in her chest, a full-body shudder working through her. The pressure was too much, too sweet. When her lips parted, he swooped in and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cries. Bright flickers of light swam across her vision, like embers from a roaring fire. Swearing under his breath, Beckett followed her over the edge. He all but collapsed against her, his head buried in the curve of her neck.

“That was… you are…” he trailed off, swallowing hard.

Cilla stroked a hand down his side and giggled. “Maybe it was something in the cake.”

“Then we need to keep the recipe for ourselves.”

After a few, long moments, Beckett boosted her down from the counter. He pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. She glowed under the attention, feeling as though every part of her had been tended to. Scooping their clothes from the floor, they lazily got dressed. Her nose tickled as a burst of metallic-scented magick permeated the room. The detritus of trial cakes and spilled ingredients disappeared, leaving the kitchen tidy once more. The cake went into the fridge, where he warded it against anyone else’s hands but her own – making a show of teaching her how to do so – until his party tomorrow. Or, well, later tonight, she realized when she took note of the time.

“It’s past midnight,” she told him. “Happy birthday.”

He beamed down at her and took her offered hand. “And thank you,” she continued, “for not correcting me that it’s not technically your birthday until 7:39 p.m.”

“Oh, good, I’m pleased you’re aware. I did want to say something, but stopped myself.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m a changed man, Cilla.”

“Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Slightly… altered man, then?”

“I’ll give you that one.”

“And thank you, as well.” He stooped to retrieve her shoes from where she had left them near the door. “This is the best birthday I’ve had yet.”

“Because we had sex in the food hall’s kitchen?” she teased as she slipped her socked feet into the boots.

“No, because you did all of this for me.” He paused, then added: “Though the sex must be factored in, too.”

“Well, since the cat’s out of the bag, I hope you enjoy your party. It’ll just be us and the Pend Pals at Cafe Sirene. Shreya helped me book out the whole place after close. My first choice was the library, but I knew you’d have a conniption if we had food anywhere near the books.”

“I knew you loved me.”

Just before they left the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen, Cilla rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him.

“Never doubt it, Beck.”

Author’s notes and what-have-yous:

I know it’s canon that TE MC has at least one living dad (per the “your father and I” note they receive at some point in book one), but whatever. My brain immediately conjured up two lesbians who lived in a coastal Massachusetts town and used to bake pies before I ever made it to that chapter. So my HC of Marnie and Alison Bishop is here to stay.

#beckett x mc #beckett harrington x mc #the elementalists fic #the elementalists #Kaila writes things #f: raspberry reverie #did I do a proper read-through of this? no! which means I'll fix the mistakes post-post

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