#Beckett x f!MC

[reveluving]

the highlight of his day

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

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

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

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

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

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

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

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

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

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

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Sun-Att. 

His Sun-Att.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

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

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

Might as well make new friends, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

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

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

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

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

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

“Surprised?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[queenbirbs]

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.

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Chef Gourmet

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

by @zealouscanonindeer

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Tuneless Wonders

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist] 

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC) Book: The Elementalists Word Count: >600 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff Prompts: @choicesjanuary2024 aurora (borealis); @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

It has been FAR too long since I've commissioned art of these two. So I am very excited to have been able to commission this piece by the ever talented ArtByAinna (IG) to kick off our TE @choicesbookclub

The vibrant hues of the aurora borealis painted the sky in a mesmerizing dance of celestial colors. Beckett and Emma found themselves at a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of their friends. The ethereal lights shimmered overhead, casting a magical glow upon the landscape.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Emma teased, lacing her fingers with his as she rested her head on his shoulder. “The tuneless world has its own magic.”

Beckett couldn’t help but be captivated by the enchanting display painting the sky. “Wow,” the only word he could manage slipped quietly from his lips, his gaze fixed on the celestial wonder above.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with a blend of awe and admiration. “Nature's magic is unparalleled. Earth has her own set of spells that she blesses us with."

A surge of appreciation for a magic he had never considered before washed over him. Beckett had read of this natural event in books, of course, but he never imagined them quite like this. In his readings, it was simple. It was science, just a bit of chemistry—an interaction of particles, solar wind, and the Earth’s magnetic field—nothing special. Yet, the reality of what he thought nothing of, now, left him breathless.

Emma’s words continued to resonate with him as he stood entranced. He couldn’t deny the magnificent enchantment surrounding them. He slowly breathed in the cold air, letting it fill his lungs, the moment overwhelming him in the best way. As he exhaled, Beckett attempted to let go of the complexities of magical academia he had spent his life mastering, allowing room for this new appreciation for the tuneless wonders he never would have understood without her.

“It’s breathtaking,” he whispered, his words of reverence drifting from his lips in wisps of warmth against the cold air.

Emma’s gaze met his cool, grey eyes, which shimmered with the colors of the heavens. “Perhaps nature’s magic is the truest form. No spells, no textbooks—just the raw, untamed beauty of the world. Maybe that’s where it all started. Maybe this and other examples of Earth’s magic is the origin of all other magick we know.”

“Thank you.” His fingers brushed tenderly across her cheek as he cradled her face.

“For what?” She smiled softly.

“For sharing this with me—” he began, his gaze drifting once more to the beautiful dance above them. "—for convincing me that there are wonders and magic I still don't understand—" His words were quieter now, “—and... for being smarter than me.”

“What was that?” Emma’s brow quirked with mischief. "I couldn’t quite hear you—"

“You heard me well enough.”

She considered it for a moment. “I think I heard you say I was smarter than you—the one and only, Beckett Harrington. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” She rested the back of her hand against his forehead.

He shook his head. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Well, if you want me to stop, you know what you have to do.” She grabbed the lapel of his navy peacoat, pulling him closer, their noses brushing together.

His freckled cheeks flushed at her gesture. “You’re impossible.” Beckett’s words were lost as he closed the gap between them. As their lips met, the warmth of her kiss seeped deep into him, a radiant glow that warmed him inside and out, like the gentle embrace of the soothing sun on a cold winters day.

The celestial lights above bore witness to their kiss, a moment of pure magic that rivaled the magic of this world and the magick of their studies.

I haven't written Beckett in... I honestly don't know how long 2, maybe 3??? years!?! I hope that our Book Club replay of TE will inspire some more Beckett and Emma stories. So far, I really only ever wrote them in my Detention Series.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

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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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Picktober Week Two Masterlist

[Prompts] [Full Masterlist]

If you submitted a fic and I didn't share it or I shared it but it's not on the list, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP! Thank you to all those who participated in week two! Happy Creating in week three!!!

—tober: ☁️ =fluff 🔥=kink/smut 🍁=fall 👻=spook 🎨=art 🌷=spring

⟢The Elementalists:⟢

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch2) - A TE Halloween mini-series [Beckett x F!MC] by @sunnyshiftyy 👻

⟢Immortal Desires:⟢

Cuddles with a Vampire [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️

Free the love - The one with the threesome [F!Cas x F!Gabe x F!MC] by @wlwtycoon 🔥 18+ only

Heatwave and Starry Midnight Sky [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️ 🌷

⟢Open Heart:⟢

Autumn Walk in the Park Art [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices🍁🎨

At the Fair [Bryce x F!MC] by @trappedinfanfiction☁️

Beneath the Falling Leaves [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices 🍁☁️

But I won’t do THAT! [Tobias x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Family Traditions [Ethan x F!MC] by @headoverheelsforramsey ☁️

His Girls [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter ☁️

Jenner and Florence [Ethan x F!MC] by @potionsprefect☁️

Like the Leaves [Ethan x F!MC] by @genevievemd ☁️

Not the Life of This Party [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #8 Edit [Ethan x F!MC] by @peonyblossom ☁️

⟢The Royal Romance Series:⟢

Draketober: Feline (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Sweater (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: Batty (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Spider (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Hiking (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: Candle (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Bad Omens (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

⟢Wake the Dead:⟢

Moving In [Eli x F!MC] by @julia-highstorms 🔥 18+ only

Touche [Eli x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

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Main Masterlist

I will not write smut, incest, yandere behavior, heavy possessiveness, cheating, angst (unless it’s angst to fluff)

This blog stans Mr Chambers (D&D) and Zack Zilberg (TFS).

Endless Summer

After Vaanu- Jake x m!MC

Year And a Day- Sean x m!MC

Never Ending- Jake x m!MC

The Elementalists

Not My First- Beckett x MC

Supposed to Be- Beckett x MC

Answer The Call- Beckett x MC

You Called, I Came- Beckett x MC

It Lives Within

Secrets- Andy x m!MC

Freshman Series

Adopting a Stray- Sebastian x f!MC

Learning- Sebastian x f!MC

Care for You- Sebastian x f!MC

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

The Royal Heir’s Royal Romance

High School Story

High School Sweethearts- Michael x m!MC

Calling Cupid- Michael x m!MC, Luis x Emma

Say I Don’t- Michael x m!MC, Skye x f!MC

[scgdoeswhat]

His fingers, y'all. His fingers.

I'm a thirsty ho for him and I can't help it 😭

[reveluving]

masterlist ; choices (stories you play)

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

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

↬ fics :

˚ · . CRIMES OF PASSION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The beauty of your first dance with Trystan!

˚ · . PERFECT MATCH

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

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

˚ · . THE ELEMENTALISTS

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

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

↬ about my ocs :

˚ · . Crimes of Passion: 1

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

[homeformyheart]

ice skating - featuring beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell)

initially for @teappreciationweek (more goodies, @robintora!) but now just because i love and miss these two ❤

commissioned from the amazing @somewillwin 😍 i absolutely adore this!

*goes without saying, but please do not repost.

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"A Little Problem," an Elementalists/Endless Summer fanfic

Title: “A Little Problem

Fandom: Choices: The Elementalists and Choices: Endless Summer

Main Pairings: F!MC x Shreya, M!MC x Estela, F!Atlas x Beckett

Genre: Slice-of-life

Warnings: None

Summary: Fiora gets a surprise call from Estela, desperate for advice on handling a toddler who's suddenly manifested Attuned powers several years earlier than expected!

Note: Another story in my CIU continuity, a few years before "With Great Power." At this point in the story, Ian and Estela have two children: Olivia (age 2) and Antonio (two months). Fiora and Shreya have one daughter, Priyanka (21 months), and Atlas and Beckett have one son, Beckett III (22 months). Yes, that CIU Kids masterpost is coming soon Right here!

Fiora Luxen dismounted from the air taxi, alighting neatly on the residential street near Pennelia’s city center. She smiled and waved cheerfully at the Air-Att pilot, reaching into her bag to hand him some money.

The pilot shook his head, pushing the money away. “Wouldn’t dream of charging the Bridger of Realms!” he said frantically. “Please, please, keep it! The ride’s on me!”

Fiora shrugged. “Suit yourself, then. Oh! Whoops!” She made a show of allowing her money to fall from her hand, where it was picked up in the vortex of gently swirling winds that made up the air taxi. “Looks like I ‘accidentally’ dropped all this money into your air taxi. Oh well!” Before the pilot could object further, she turned and started heading toward the nearest house on the street. The pilot stared after her for a moment before making a few quick gestures with his arms, causing his wind vortex to lift him up into the sky, on his way toward his next passenger.

The house Fiora approached was an ornate, lavish one. Even among the many extravagant homes on the street, this one stood out from the others. Personally, Fiora thought it was a little much, but it made her wife Shreya happy, and that was enough. Besides, she admitted to herself, it’s kinda growing on me. Not that she’d ever tell Shreya, of course.

The front door was just as fancy and decorated as the rest of the house, though it conspicuously lacked a handle. This was by design. Fiora reached out an arm, allowing her palm to rest on the front of the door. She closed her eyes for a second, allowing the tiniest burst of Fire Stoichi to gather in her palm. The moment the door’s ward detected her energy, it swung open all on its own. It was only a token security measure–if any would-be criminals wanted to get in, all they’d need was a single Fire-Att among their number–but no one would be dumb enough to attack the home of not one, but two Heroes of Cordonia. Obviously.

Fiora stepped over the threshold into the foyer, and was immediately greeted by a whispered “Shh!” from Shreya, walking slowly down the stairs, a soundly sleeping Priyanka held in her arms. Fiora nodded in acknowledgement, making every effort to set her bag down as quietly as possible so as not to disturb their daughter. At not-quite-two years old, it was very difficult to get the little girl back to sleep once she’d awakened, as her two mothers had learned the hard way on more than one occasion. Shreya approached and gave Fiora a light peck on the cheek, maneuvering to avoid jostling the little one too much. “How was work, ma charmante epouse?” she asked in a whisper.

“Not much to say,” Fiora whispered back. “Pretty normal. How’s our little girl?”

“She was a handful all day, I can tell you that much. Finally got her to sleep. I’d like to keep her that way for a little while yet.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“I’ll take her back upstairs. You’d better eat something, promise me?”

Fiora smiled. “Of course, love. I promise.” Shreya smiled back before turning to head back upstairs to allow little Priyanka a little more time to sleep. Fiora tiptoed back through the hall into the kitchen. “Now that I think about it… I really am hungry,” she whispered to herself. Normally, the problem would be solved the way it always was: a quick Summon request, followed by the food instantly appearing in their home a few seconds later. Though, given the loud thunderclap sound that always accompanied a Summon, that wasn’t exactly an option while Priyanka still slept. Instead, she settled for the traditional Tuneless method: staring at the inside of the fridge, hoping something she had a taste for could be found.

She was just starting to consider walking outside and requesting a Summon from the other side of the street, hoping the distance would be enough to ensure the little one kept sleeping, when Fiora was abruptly startled by her phone ringing. Her normal, Tuneless phone. (Setting the network up for reception in the Stoicheal Realm had been a logistical nightmare, but they’d managed.)

Frowning, she closed the fridge and fished her phone out of her bag. It wasn’t something she checked much. After all, most of her friends were Attuned like herself, and they had plenty of easier ways to get in touch with her. The only people she really stayed in touch with on the other side of the mirror… wait. She did a double-take at the name on her phone’s screen.

Estela?!

Alright, that was definitely unusual. Estela barely used her phone as it was; why she would be giving her a call out of nowhere, Fiora had no idea. Curious, and more than a little nervous about what terrible news her fellow Hero of Cordonia might be bringing, she answered the call right away. “Uh… hello? Estela–?”

A loud burst of static answered her, and Fiora quickly jerked her phone away from her ear. Behind the static, she could barely make out a high-pitched voice shouting, “Mama! No, no!”

Then Estela’s voice: “I– Ian, stop her!”

Then Fiora’s friend Ian, Estela’s husband: “I’ve got her. Olivia! Olivia, please!” Followed by the telltale sound of a stoicheal technique being used, along with a few more smaller bursts which to Fiora’s ears sounded wild and uncontrolled.

Finally, the static receded. “Fiora?” came Estela’s voice over the phone. “You’re still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Fiora responded, keeping her voice as quiet as possible.

“Sorry about that. Listen, we’re having a crisis. The Servis tried to kidnap Olivia while Ian and I were out–”

“Sources beyond!” gasped Fiora in shock, barely remembering to stay quiet. “What the– is she okay? Are you at home? I can be there in ten minutes; sooner if I go dragon–”

Estela laughed. “No, Fiora, it’s okay… Hayden was babysitting for us and she fought ‘em all off. Don’t think they expected to battle a Match when they planned their surprise visit. We’re all fine. Olivia’s safe and sound.”

“Phew,” breathed Fiora. “That’s good.” She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of something similar happening to Priyanka, making a mental note to entrust any future babysitting duties only to those strong enough to defend their daughter if need be. “But then, what did you–”

“It’s a different kind of problem,” Estela explained. “What we need now is advice. We’re both new to this whole stoichi, Awakening, Attunement thing, even Ian, and now Olivia is–”

Another series of uncontrolled-sounding stoicheal bursts. Followed by an exasperated “Olivia, no, please!” from Ian, and a series of more concentrated, refined-sounding technique usages.

Suddenly, the pieces clicked into place for Fiora. “Olivia’s Awakened,” she breathed. “But how? She’s only, what, two? She isn’t much older than Priya–”

“It happened during the battle,” Estela explained. “Hayden told me. Now the house is a disaster, and Ian can barely keep up. Do you or Shreya have any advice on handling a hyperactive, Attuned toddler?”

Fiora scrunched up her forehead in confusion. “Toddler? Not that I can think of. Shreya had her Awakening in high school, which seems like it’s pretty typical. Me, I didn’t Awaken until she helped me–”

Another burst of static drowned Fiora’s words out completely, then the sound of something clattering onto the ground, likely Estela’s phone. A second later, the sounds had ceased, replaced with a frantic cry of “Ian, stop her!” followed by a slightly calmer “That was Olivia again, sorry,” from Estela. “So do you know anyone who’s dealt with… uh, Awakening… this young?”

“No…” Fiora said uncertainly. She subconsciously glanced upward, toward the nursery. “Y’know what, let me pass this on to Shreya. She’d probably know better than I would–”

“What’s that? What would Shreya know better?” asked a familiar voice, calling a little too loudly from the entrance. Fiora looked over in the voice’s direction to see her twin sister Atlas, shaking out her long silver hair and setting a large tote bag down on the floor. “Hey, sis. Thought I’d stop by.”

“Atlas! Shh!” hissed Fiora frantically, gesturing toward the stairs and miming someone sleeping. “Priya!”

“Oh!” gasped Atlas, immediately dropping her voice to a whisper. “Sorry. You should’ve warned me.”

“I didn’t even know you were coming!” Fiora frowned as a thought occurred to her. “Hang on, how did you get through the door, anyway?”

Atlas held up a hand, allowing a small burst of electricity to crackle between her fingertips. “Those locks weren’t exactly designed for us Sourceborn,” she whispered with a smirk. “I thought I’d drop by and check in on you three,” she explained. “How’s my favorite niece doing?”

“You mean your only niece?” Fiora clarified with a laugh. “She’s okay. Sleeping peacefully. Why?”

“She might be Awakening soon. Just wanted to give you a little sisterly advice, since you–”

“Wait, what? I thought–y’know, actually, we were just talking about this. Don’t Attuned usually Awaken as teenagers? Not, like… age two?”

“Tell that to little Beckett number three. Froze his entire bathtub the other day, and his dad’s fingers along with it.” She shrugged. “Early just like me, though my Awakening was a Deluge rather than whatever ice thing he pulled off. Must be a Sourceborn thing.”

Fiora’s eyes lit up in sudden realization. “I have never been so glad to see you in my life, Atlas. Estela’s on the phone–their daughter’s a Time-Att and she just Awakened today. I think you might be able to help her out. Can you…?” She practically thrust the phone in Atlas’s face.

After a brief moment of confusion over how to use the device (Atlas still had never really gotten the hang of Tuneless technology, even now), she answered the phone. “Yeah? Hey, it’s Atlas.” Silence. “Fiora told me. Our little one Awakened the other day, and I myself was a toddler when mine happened. I think it’s got something to do with being Sourceborn.” Silence. “‘Prismic,’ whatever, same thing.” Silence. “At that age, it’s all subconscious. Based on their emotions. You both have to calm down, and she’ll settle down herself. I know it seems counter-intuitive.” Silence. “Trust me, okay? Look–”

A burst of static so loud that even Fiora could hear it sounded over the phone’s speaker, and Atlas jerked the device away from her ear, glaring at it as though it had personally attempted to assassinate her. Slowly, without taking her eyes off the phone, she brought it back to her ear. “What. Was. That?” she hissed. More silence. “...Okay, yeah. That’s a problem. You’ve got to get her to calm down.” Silence. “At this rate, she might tire herself out–even we Sourceborn have a stoicheal limit, and she’s just a kid.” Silence. “Alright, good. Hey, listen, let’s all have a Sourceborn–ugh, Prismic, whatever–let’s all plan a get-together. Sounds like we could all use a little advice now that the kids are getting to Awakening age.” She paused again for another few moments, then smiled, nodding at whatever Estela was saying on the other end. “There ya go. Happy to help. No problem.” She held the phone out in front of her face, frowning at it. “Uh, Fiora… how do I–”

Fiora sighed and snatched the phone from her sister’s hands, clicking the button to end the call. “There you go. So…?”

“Am I a genius, or what? The kid’s calmed down. They’ve got her under control. Piece of cake.”

Fiora sighed in relief. “Thanks, Atlas. Seriously. I had no idea what to tell her…” She frowned as a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Wait. You’re saying this ‘early Awakening’ thing happens with all Sourceborn?”

“As far as I can tell, yeah. Seems to be followin’ that pattern. Well, except you… natural Awakenings only happen when there are adult Attuned around. You were a special case.”

“Yeah, no, I get that part. I’m just worried… so, Priya–”

She was interrupted by a sudden shriek from upstairs, followed a moment later by the sound of an explosion. Fiora and Atlas exchanged a glance. “You just had to jinx it, sis…” sighed Atlas. Fiora shot her a death glare in response.

The twin sisters sprinted straight for the stairs, only to see little Priya, now wide awake, dashing down the stairs trailing flames from her hands. Shreya followed after her, desperately thrusting out her arms in a desperate attempt to re-absorb all of Priya’s flames. “Priya, no! Priya!” she called out in desperation. “Priyanka Alyssa Luxen!”

But the toddler continued on, relentlessly continuing on into the foyer in her effort to apparently cover the entire home in sparkling flame. Fiora gasped in shock. “Stop! Priya! No!”

“I got this,” said Atlas nonchalantly, flicking a wrist over her head and summoning a small cloud in the center of the foyer. “Torrentus.” The cloud expanded, covering the entire room and covering the room in a brief shower of rain that easily extinguished the flames and left Priya in the center of the room, soaking wet. The toddler immediately burst into tears; Shreya rushed to her side as Fiora shot Atlas a glare. “What? Nothing’s on fire anymore…”

“Our daughter is soaking wet, Atlas. You’ve replaced one problem with another.”

“Relax, sis.” She made another quick gesture, palm-out, in Priya’s direction. “Absorb.” All of the water in the room leaped off of the various surfaces–Priya included–and coalesced into a neat, swirling stream that vanished into Atlas’s palm. “There. Fixed.”

“Atlas, you are… just… Atlas,” Fiora sighed in frustration. Then she approached her wife and daughter, kneeling down beside the two of them. “Shh. It’s okay. Mama Fiora’s here. It’s okay.”

After a few minutes, Priya calmed down enough to stop crying. She simply stared up at her parents and Atlas with confusion. “Ma-fa?” she asked. “Ma-sha?”

Shreya and Fiora both nodded at her. “We have you, Priyanka,” Shreya reassured her. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

“Well, as great as this all has been,” said Atlas, “I’ve got my own little Sourceborn to get home to. That bag I brought has a few things that might be useful for keepin’ Priya under control: Torrentus and Deluge gems included. Like I told Estela–the key is calming her down when she gets like this. But if the house is about to burn down, might wanna skip straight to the gems.”

“Y’know, Atlas, you could’ve mentioned the whole ‘early-Awakening’ thing before today. Just saying.”

“To be honest… I kinda… didn’t think of it until just now,” Fiora’s sister admitted. Then Atlas smirked at her as she pulled open the front door. “Besides, experience is always the best teacher.”

“That doesn’t–!” shouted Fiora, exasperated, as Atlas shut the door behind her.

Once the door had shut, Fiora and Shreya exchanged a knowing glance. Shreya sighed. “Well, I must say, that was… inattendue,” she said. “I had no idea this would be an issue for… at least another few years, to be sure.”

“Me neither,” admitted Fiora. “Atlas really could’ve warned us, y’know?”

“That would certainly have been helpful. Your sister is certainly… a character.”

Fiora shook her head and smiled. “True. She drives me nuts sometimes… but I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”

They both looked down, regarding their young daughter who was even now subconsciously summoning small glowing orbs of light between her fingers. “Well,” said Shreya, “sounds like Priya and the other little Sourceborn are going to be quite the handful.” She looked away, lost in thought. “Who knows what their futures will hold, now?”

“I dunno. Whatever it is, we’ll all face it as a family. And not just us, either–our whole, big, Heroes of Cordonia family. Right?”

“Of course, la bien aimee. All of us, we’ll face it together!” The three of them–one Fire-Att and two Sourceborn of Light–held each other tightly, certain that their family’s future, whatever it might hold, will be bright.

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CFWC F/AotW - Jan 21 - 27, 2024

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BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

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CRIMES OF PASSION

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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.

[mortemersgf]

indulgence

the elementalists: beckett harrington x f!mc (eden russell)

summary: eden indulges beckett in his wishes.

requested by anon: “eden tying beckett (the elementalists) during sex?”

warnings: nsfw content. usage of bindings, blindfold, sex toy, slight overstimulation, sub!beckett, overall just very filthy. proceed with caution. by viewing this work, you consent you are 18+

Beckett squirms in the seat as the vibrator buzzes against his cock. The room is quiet, save for his heavy panting and the hum of the toy that’s reducing him to a moaning mess. With his eyes blindfolded, he isn’t sure where Eden stands in the vast room, but he’s certain she enjoys seeing him this way: all tied up and at her mercy.

He’s all the more sensitive with his sense of sight stolen away, unable to stop groaning at the pulsating sensation in between his thighs. He’s desperate for another kind of stimulation, desperate for Eden.

As Beckett nears his climax again, he throws his head back, hips jerking involuntarily. He digs his teeth into his lower lip to stifle the sinful sounds that are threatening to spill from his mouth, suddenly self conscious. He can’t imagine how unkempt he must look right now.

Beckett Harrington, who is always collected, always prim and proper in his designer blazers and expensive shoes, is on the verge of tears, too blissed out to string together a sentence.

“Getting shy?” Eden asks. Her voice comes out a low purr, laced with humor and the intent to taunt him. Beckett shakes his head, wishing to please her.

“Then let me hear you,” she says.

Something about her commanding tone makes his stomach tighten with arousal, and a whimper is slipping out of his mouth before he can stop it. Beckett’s chest and abdomen is painted white with his own release as he cums again, metal magick surging throughout the room. His abs contract, eyes screwed shut as nearly unbearable waves of ecstasy wrack through his body.

“Please, Eden…” he heaves. “I need—I’m done… I can’t.”

Eden steps forward and switches off the vibrator, brushing aside tufts of his brown locks from his forehead. Beckett’s chest rises and falls quickly as he struggles to catch his breath. He’s spent but not yet sated.

A hand is placed on his upper thigh that has yet to stop trembling and he jolts slightly, surprised at the sudden touch. Eden leans in, kissing him on the corner of his lips gently.

Beckett turns his head to her, a fruitless effort that is met with her quiet laughter. Eden pulls away, the alluring scent of her perfume fading away as she goes. The cat and mouse game they’re playing is undoubtedly enjoyable, but there comes a point when the game ends, and Beckett needs that point to be now.

“Haven’t you had enough fun teasing me yet?” Beckett asks. “I want to feel you now.” Perhaps he could’ve been nicer, add a ‘please,’ or something along that line, but his mind is not his own at present.

“What you want,” Eden says, “is to watch that tone.”

She’s straddling him before he even registers it, tossing aside the vibrator and brushing her slick center up against his shaft. Beckett’s breath hitches at the brief interaction, his cock twitching slightly at the thought of finally filling her up. He’s hesitant to speak again, but his need far exceeds his uncertainty.

“I’m sorry,” he says, cheeks burning when Eden wraps her arms around him, fingers toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He imagines she wears a satisfied smile, content with how pliant he is.

“I’ll give you anything,” he continues, “I just want to make you feel good, Eden, please…”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Eden’s question comes from a place of care, but Beckett takes it like a challenge, nodding and affirming, “I am more than okay to continue. Please, just… remove these bindings.” He shifts his tied up arms—arms that are aching to run down Eden’s sides, arms that are aching to circle her waist while she rides him.

Feeling generous tonight, Eden complies with his wish. The ropes around Beckett’s arms loosen and fall away with the mumble of an incantation. Immediately, his hands are pressing into the small of her back, uncaring that his wrists are slightly raw from the roughness of the rope. He wants her close, wants to feel her body against his.

“I want to see you,” he whispers against Eden’s jaw. One of his hands drifts to the back of her neck, craving for a proper kiss.

Eden indulges one of his requests again, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. A moan bubbles in Beckett’s throat when he feels Eden’s hand curling around his length. He catches her lower lip in between his teeth as she pulls away, an attempt to tease her back.

“You have a lot of requests,” she murmurs.

“Only because you’re being unfair and—”

His sentence is cut off as Eden tiptoes and sinks onto his cock, squeezing him so tightly, so perfectly, he nearly comes undone at the incredible sensation. Beckett is embarrassed at the sound he lets out, something along the lines of a shaky moan, but that embarrassment quickly transforms into need as Eden sets a slow pace.

“Too tired to put up a fight, are we?” she teases, ducking her head to kiss his neck, smiling against his skin when she feels his rapid pulse beneath her lips.

“No,” he pants, “Don’t stop.”

Beckett eats his words instantly, arms sliding around Eden to cradle her close as she indulges him once more, grinding on his cock in a way so tantalizing it’s urging him towards his climax humiliatingly fast.

“Faster, please,” he breathes, “Oh—Like that… ah, just like that—god, I’m gonna cum…”

tags: @mm2305 @holystxne @itsjustwinter @simpforbeckett @choicesficwriterscreations (lemme know if any of you would like to be tagged in any future beckett fics/other works in the replies <3)

[sunnyshiftyy]

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch3) - A TE Halloween mini-series

I didn’t proofread this due to lack of time, excuse some mistakes!

Book: The Elementalists, book 2, sophomore year, 30th of October. TW: Cursing Rating: PG Pairing: Beckett Harrington x f!MC Elise Russel. Other Characters: The rest of the Pend Pals! <3 Words: 1471 Summary: This is the third chapter of my Halloween mini-series: ‘The Haunted Halloween Predictions’. A/N: This whole series is my submission for the Picktober challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge for the prompt ‘Tarot Cards’ and this chapter is also my submission for Naughty & Nice @choicesficwriterscreations for the prompt ‘Autumn walks’. All prompts will be in bold. Tags: @theclassycandy

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

And on that note, i hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Aster and Elise

So, turns out, these cards have a mind of their own, and not even Zeph knew about it. Should Elise be surprised? Probably not, since it is a magickal deck, after all. But even after just over a year in this world, she still is.

“Is that.. Aster?” Elise almost spills her drink while leaning over the table to get a better look. It couldn’t be anyone else. Her vibrant smile, the lively leaves in her hair, still shifting to form more defined lines. Aster gingerly leans forward in her chair.

“I guess that means I’m up next..,” she hesitantly says, worried eyes glued to the card.

“It’s not because some conceited cards tell you that that you’re required to,” Beckett cuts in.

“Uh, she definitely is! The cards chose her!” Shreya immediately objects.

“It’s fine, you guys. I want to.” She sits up straighter in her chair. “Let me see what they have for me.” Zeph goes to grab the deck, but, as if activated by Asters’ words, it quickly produces two more cards, floating them next to the first one.

It’s raining inside. And very cloudy. The raindrops feel cold on her skin. She’s standing behind the bar and filling up and handing out various drinks. The people all smile at her. In some weird way the droplets seem to miss them everytime. Suddenly, her heart starts slowing down and her vision blurs. Then a black void sucks her in. She’s not afraid. She knows this feeling. She’s branching.

The branching shows her images, and gives her these weird feelings. The images show Elise. And Atlas? Or is it Atlas and Elise? Her brain knows the solution, but somehow it stays buried deep down in her long term memory, where things get foggy and dull. Anger. There’s anger. No, frustration? Angry frustration. It changes very rapidly. Now everything gets more of a sad filter… She still can’t make out who’s feeling what, and if the mix is a mix of emotion coming from one person, or just the both of them together. It fades and the place she was in first fades back in.

“These cookies are mine, yes sir!”

Now, that was Atlas. Recognizing that disembodied voice is piece of cake. She looks around the big space, trying to find the Moon Atts’ location, but the dimmed lights don’t allow her to see past a few feet. Also that rain that is clouding her vision… Further in the room, the door swings open, and a figure steps outside, followed by a second one. Aster looks down at the drink she’s preparing, and then it all clicks.

“You guys I know why Atlas was so mad at Elise!” Everybody immediately turns their attention back to Aster.

“That was fast,” Griffin remarks. She’s only been away for a minute, at a maximum. Elise perks up from flattening out wrinkly candywrappers by the mention of her name.

“See, I told you, Ace of Swords means clarity! Tell us, Aster!” Zeph expresses.

“Well, actually, Elise was mad at Atlas. I think.” She pauses for a second, and frowns. “Hold on… No, Atlas was mad at Elise? Huh..” She sags in her chair and sighs.

“Elise pushed me. That’s why I was mad,” she sulks while rolling the soft inside of a slice of pumpkinbread into a ball.

“In a vision! Gods…” Elise pulls her legs up on the chair. Will she ever let this go?

“Just tell us the reason!” Shreya gushes.

“I… She was sad. And angry and frustrated. I branched in my vision.. It was weird. Oh, and it was raining inside!” Zeph and Beckett throw out their questions at the same time.

“Who was sad?” Zeph asks.

“How was it raining inside?” Beckett asks.

“I don’t know?!” she answers.

“Which one don’t you know?” Griffin adds.

“Both.. The feelings were so mixed up, complicated and overwhelming..” She pauses for a breath. “And the rain… I can’t explain. It wasn’t magickal.” She takes a sip of her drink, and everyone seems to eye someone else. Shrey puts her elbows on the table and leans on them, rubbing her temples.

“I’m really confused. I don’t know what to make of this,” she says.

“Do all the visions link up or are these all separate events?” Right. That’s a good question. Elise looks in the direction of her favourite voice and nods.

“They need to be connected somehow. If Aster got something about our ‘fight’ that Atlas got in her vision…”

“How does mine play into this? I had nothing of that,” Griffin skeptically cuts in. Elise inclines her head to think. Griffin’s right. Then Aster stirs.

“You had something about a party, right? I think I was at a party too!”

“So they are related. Maybe, we could make a full image of the night by putting them all together,” Beckett explains, his hands moving with his animated expression. Elise shakes her head.

“But these are just predictions. The chances they’ll come true..”

“What about we look at your vision, and see if it’s interconnected with the other ones?” Zeph suggests. Oh hell yeah. She’s down.

“Okay, pull those cards! I wanna see.” Zeph gathers the Ace of Swords, Three of Wands and the Chariot and sticks them back into the deck. After some shuffling, three new ones get pulled. Elises’ head instantly starts spinning.

Elise opens her eyes. She knows where she is. It’s not exactly a where. But it is an exactly. She’s in her brain. It’s like staring into the pitch black. She tries to reach out by yelling a ‘Hello?’ into the void. Nothing. She tries again and again, and after a few times, the darkness warps, and she feels herself being pulled to the surface.

She’s back. Back where this all started. In that half-assed bathroom at the university she didn’t want to be at. She tries to stick her hand through the mirror, to get away from that hellhole, but her fingertips hit the glass. In the mirror, the figure she now knows is Atlas stares back at her. She touches her own hair. The short, almost white locks glide through her fingers. Hold on. She actually has this hair? What!? She steps back in disbelief, and her surroundings change, warmer colours, and she recognizes her dorm, before she stumbles into someone. It’s Beckett. He regards her wearily for some reason. She can’t place it, just like how her room is the same but also totally different at the same time. She reaches out to touch his arm, but it just passes through him, and she stumbles forward, loosing balance, and falling into a corner of the room. All of a sudden, a pressing sense of emotion washes over her. It overwhelms her, and she hugs her knees to her chest. Everything feels wrong. Why is everything wrong? Everything’s too much… She squeezes her eyes closed, and like a ‘pop’, she’s standing outside. Dark, cold, windy outside. Leaves tumble over the quad. And there’s Beckett again. He doesn’t seem so confused this time. More.. worried?

“Do you want to take a walk?” He sticks out his hand. Weird.

“Seriously? It’s one a.m,” she answers. Apparently it is one a.m.. She didn’t know she knew that.

“That’s the best part.” The way he says it lifts the stress off of her shoulders. He’s right. Autumn walks at one a.m. objectively are the best.

“Fine.” She walks up to him, and he holds out his hand. She looks at it, but doesn’t dare take it. What if it’s just an illusion, like last time? A fraction of a second, her vision glitches, and then her hand is in his, warmth spreading over her palm.

“Elise? Are you okay?” She shakes her head. Wow. She’s back. Everyone is looking at her. Why are they looking so… nervous?

“Yeah…”

“You were crying..,” Aster softly says. Elise feels her cheeks. Damn it! She swiftly wipes the tears off of them and tries to not flush.

“Sorry.”

“Was it that bad?” Shreya magicks over a tissue.

“No, it was very weird. I felt… bad. I was back at my last uni, and then here… No party, though.” She doesn’t want to tell them everything. What made her cry. That probably was the fact that Beckett wasn’t real. She shivers with the thought. He’s sitting right there, but still. If she lost him, she doesn’t know how, and if she would survive that. Shit, it this really the moment she needed to realize that?

“Ahw, man! We lost out common denominator..,” Zeph expresses.

“She still felt bad. Aster had that, right?” Griffin adds. Aster nods. Then Shreya determinedly slams her hand on the table.

“Okay, we need to get to the bottom of this. I vote for myself for the next vision!”

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 :)

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

Picktober Week One Masterlist

[Prompt List ] [Full Masterlist]

Thank you for a wonderful first week of Picktober! I've loved seeing all the different types of content and the variety of books and characters that have been used. Keep it up! We have 3 more weeks of Picktober!

—tober: ☁️ = fluff 🔥 = kink/smut (18+) 🍁 = fall 👻 =spook 🎨 =art

⟢Blades of Light & Shadow:⟢

Plot? What Plot? [Mal x F!OC] by @storyofmychoices 🔥 18+ only

⟢Immortal Desires:⟢

Pick a Line [Cassius x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️

⟢It Lives in the Woods:⟢

Gone with a Brother [Dan x F!MC] by @aallotarenunelma

⟢Open Heart:⟢

A Quite Carrick Halloween [Tobias x F!MC] by @jerzwriter 👻

An Early Morning Proposition [Bryce x F!OC] by @storyofmychoices☁️

Blankets and Fire [Ethan x F!MC] by @potionsprefect

Brylivia hand holding, Art [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices ☁️🎨

Reflections and Renewals [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter🍁

Sadie's Self Care Sunday #7 [Ethan x F!MC] by @peonyblossom 🔥 18+ only

Sweet [Ethan x F!MC] by @starrystarrytrouble ☁️

Sweater Weather Aesthetics [Ethan x F!MC] by @mysticaurathings ☁️🍁

When in Rome [Ethan x F!MC] by @coffeeheartaddict2 🔥 18+ only

⟢Red Carpet Diaries:⟢

An Evening Drive [Hunt x F!OC] by @theartoflovingthomashunt ☁️

Cheeb Commission [Hunt x F!OC] submitted by @theartoflovingthomashunt ☁️🎨

Do I love you? (Art) [Hunt x F!OC] submitted by @theartoflovingthomashunt 🍁🎨

In Your Arms [Hunt x F!OC] by @hopelessromantic1352 🔥 18+ only

⟢The Elementalists:⟢

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Prologue) - A TE Halloween mini-series [Beckett x F!MC] by @sunnyshiftyy 👻

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch 1) - A TE Halloween mini-series [Beckett x F!MC] by @sunnyshiftyy 👻

The Highlight of His Day [Beckett x F!MC/you] by @reveluving ☁️

⟢The Royal Romance Series:⟢

Draketober Masterlist (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻🍁

Draketober: Boo Jeans (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Flantastic (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: A jeanious idea (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Scarecrow (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Orange (edit) by @the-soot-sprite👻 🍁

Draketober: Candy (edit) by @the-soot-sprite👻

Draketober: Witch by @the-soot-sprite👻

Draketober: Doll by @the-soot-sprite👻

Something’s Afoot [Liam x F!MC] by @bebepac ☁️

⟢Wake the Dead:⟢

Accidental Friendship [Troy + Eli, platonic] by @jerzwriter 🍁

New Things: Traditions, Hopes & Fears [Eli x F!MC] by @jerzwriter🍁☁️