#mc x beckett fanfiction

[sunnyshiftyy]

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 :)

[kissmeawake]

A Small Taste of Sunshine

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

Pairing: Mentions of Beckett Harrington x MC

Word count: 1.201

TW: None

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

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

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

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

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

Pend Pals.

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

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

The thing was, Beckett has never had any friends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He traced the letters on the bracelet again.

Pend Pals.

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

[zealouscanonindeer]

Jealous much?

Beckett Harrington x MC(Ellie Russell)

"Beckett, Beckett,Beckett? Beckett!

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

Um.. yes? He said with hesitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beck?

Hm?

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

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

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

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

Uh.. someone's coming he informed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What are you doing here? He enquired

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

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

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

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

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

Hm hm

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

Oh did you?

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

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

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

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

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

[choicesficwriterscreations]

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Idea Seed

[homeformyheart]

Hello there! If you have the motivation /time I would love to see a Beckett x f mc fic with the physical affection prompts no 3,11 and 15.

Another suggestion is from the angsty prompts, no. 15 and/or 44

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

thanks mil for the request and sorry it took so long!

author’s note: i really took the multi-prompt challenge to heart and tried to squeeze 5 into ~500 words. i hope you enjoy! copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios, except for my oc. series/pairing:the elementalists – beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell) rating/warnings: 14+; minor angst, minor ptsd-like descriptions based on/prompt: physical affection prompts // 3. smiling into a kiss, 11. backhugs, 15. the biggest, warmest hugs & otp angst prompts // 15. “Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.” & 44. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?” in bold word count: ~500 summary: celeste has nightmares that only beckett seems to be able to stop.

nightmares

a low, thunderous cackle echoed despite the biting air and dark sky. celeste opened her eyes, chest tightening at the feel of metal digging into her wrists and ankles. an anguished cry broke through the air – it wasn’t hers – and panic started squeezing around her throat.

“celeste, help!”

“hang on. you’re gonna be okay. keep breathing,” she yelled desperately across the rooftop towards where atlas was strapped down.

compared to the metal cuffs around her wrists – which mainly restricted her freedom – thick leather straps criss-crossed across atlas’ body, rendering any moment nearly impossible.

even atlas’ head was strapped down and celeste just knew that atlas was terrified, despite not being close enough to tell.

“you stupid child. you can’t even help yourself,” raife cackled, his eyes growing deranged as his smile grew. “but don’t worry, you’ll join your sister soon enough.”

no!

the scream ripped from her throat – or maybe it was atlas’ – as a blinding light shot out of raife’s machine.

“no!”

celeste screamed and sat up, holding her head and panting. her comforter fell to her lap, the soft fabric gently reminding her that she was in her own bed, far away from raife and his machine.

not far enough away for the nightmares.

“hey, you’re safe. look at me.”

she looked up into the warm eyes of her boyfriend and immediately let out a sigh of relief. the warmth radiating from beckett seemed to coax the breath back into her lungs.

“come here,” he said softly, putting his book to the side and holding his arms out to her.

she shifted so she could get as close as possible, letting beckett wrap her fully in his embrace and pull her close. she closed her eyes and sighed.

“you give the warmest hugs,” she murmured, the sound of sleep still in her voice despite the tension in her body. “thank you.”

beckett pulled back and carefully swept her hair – damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead – behind her ear before settling his hand on her cheek.

“i’ll always be there for you. don’t you know that?”

the worry lines in his forehead relaxed as she nodded, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile as he lowered his head to kiss her – soft and gentle, but still full of love.

“will you hold me?” she asked quietly.

he moved beside her, shifting so his back was to the wall. “of course.”

she hummed gratefully as one arm slid under her pillow and the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. his heartbeat was steady and soothing, and it didn’t take long for celeste to fall back asleep.

she intertwined her fingers with his over her stomach as a peaceful sleep took her, beckett’s proximity seeming to be the one thing that kept her dreams nightmare-free.

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[malinasnorth]

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

The Elementalists (Visual Novel)

Relationship:

Beckett Harrington/Main Character (The Elementalists)

Characters:

Beckett Harrington, Original Male Character(s), Main Character (The Elementalists)

Additional Tags:

Smut, Study Date, Making Out, Praise Kink, Exhibitionism, Flirting, Teasing, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Title Based on a Panic! at the Disco Song, Boyfriends, Polyamorous Character, Not Cheating, The Author Regrets Everything, I Don't Even Know, Book 2, Walking In On Someone, Insecurity

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2021-11-11

"Allen," Beckett warns, shooting him a glance.

"Yes, professor?" Allen queries. Beckett once told him that he dreams of becoming a professor and teaching the Attuned.

"Don't," Beckett says, but fails to stifle a bashful smile. "Not here."

[mm2305]

Radiance

Book : The Elementalists

Pairings : Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Celeste Russell)

Words/rating : 1.7 K / teen +

Warnings : mention of death, injuries

Genre : romance, little bit of angst

Description : Hurt : a series about Beckett's thoughts during the times MC was hurt. Added scenes (non-canon).

Pt 1 : Radiance

A/N : Hello everyone I'm back with another fic, this time in a new book and characters. I loved "the elementalists" and this is how I came up with the idea of writing a series about Beckett's feelings/thoughts when mc was hurt/fighting. In this part we're at bk 1, during/after the battle with Raife. This will be a 2 part series, if I manage to write another part, but no promises on when it'll be ready. No beta so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

Masterlist

The battle against Raife and the shadow creatures was full on, all Pend Pals fighting with everything they got to cause damage to Raife, catch him off guard, buy the twins some time. Yet, as Beckett was using his magick against a monster, restraining it, he couldn't help but look at Celeste, worried as he was about her well-being. 

With a single glance though, he was gone.

She was majestic. There was no other word to describe her. He was in awe of her radiance every single time. She evidently was a capable woman, moving rapidly around the room, casting spells automatically, jumping over obstacles, hands stretched out to incapacitate anything and anyone approaching her. Using her sword to cut through the shadows, fire in her eyes, her powerful presence palpable in the room, silently supporting, encouraging everyone to just keep going. 

That was something that always emitted from her, her radiance, something you could see, you could sense in her. Some would think it’s because of her attunement but Beckett knew it was all because that’s who she is, attunement or not,always shining as bright as the sun itself. 

She never gave up, not once. She learned about a whole new world and a whole new version of herself. She didn’t  back down. Instead she fought hard to reach her full potential. She excelled in everything and everyone could see it. She was attacked multiple times by creatures as dark and dangerous as the night, yet she always kept her head up. She fought against a madman once and she came back to do it again. To save her new-found sister, her friends, the world.

She was fierce yet gentle. Loving, friendly, funny. Beautiful and dashing. Smart and brilliant. Sarcastic and passionate.

She was forgiving. She forgave him, when he couldn’t forgive himself for being the cause for her to get hurt. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. With a smile and a soft hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes, she forgave him.

Celeste Russell was everything. 

And he wouldn't lose her. 

In that moment their eyes met for a second. Two pairs of eyes locked in a blazing gaze, two hearts thundering as one and two small smiles on their faces. At that brief moment, it was like they were the only people in the world. 

They realized they had another thing to be fighting for. One another. They would make it out of there alive. There was no other acceptable way. 

Drawing strength from that single look, they turned back to their opponents, their efforts doubled in determination to not give up. 

After a while though, even when things seemed to be turning in their favor, each member of the group was falling down. Raife was strong. Extremely strong. 

Beckett was the only one left standing, his muscles strained painfully, teeth clenched, sweat starting to drip down his furrowed brow, trying to suppress the chains from crashing onto him. He couldn't afford to lose, Celeste needed all the help she could get, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Yet, despite his efforts, he was feeling his magick wavering and she could see that too. She pleaded with him to keep going, but before she could give him a boost, the chains fell on him, pinning him to the floor, knocking the air out of his lungs. 

Celeste let out a desperate scream of agony, swearing that she would make Raife pay for everything he had done. Beckett could notice that she seemed on the verge of tears yet the fire in her eyes was so intense, that if possible, would burn through anyone who dared to look at them.

Everything was starting to become more and more blurry. He tried to keep his eyes open, because he knew that if he did not, it would be very difficult for him to do so again. 

He was catching glimpses from the fight between the twins and Raife and he was glad to see they had been going well for a little while. But the next time he looked at them, they were both restrained to some kind of platform. He willed his muscles to come to life and go help them, do something, anything, but the only thing he achieved was to intensify the pain, a small groan escaping his lips. 

Celeste looked his way sorrowfully and he tried as hard as he could, to fight the darkness and the incredible urge to close his eyes. 

The last thing he remembers before darkness enveloped him, was softly whispering "I'm sorry" and a pair of warm  brown orbs burning deep into his heart. 

-\- 

When he came around, his chest and body felt lighter and breathing had become easier. He could still feel pain all over his exhausted form but darkness wasn't creeping in on him. He realized someone was softly stroking his cheek, occasionally threading their fingers through his hair, whispering to him. He tried to focus on the voice and with a sudden burst of energy, he opened his eyes upon recognizing the voice. 

"Beckett?", she breathed, tears running down her face. 

It was the first time he was seeing her cry. Was it because of him? Or was she finally breaking down after everything that happened? Whatever the case, he found himself wanting,needing to soothe her, comfort her. 

"C-celeste… are… you a-alright ?", he asked her, his voice a bit hoarse from the dust around the room, lifting his hand to wipe the tears off the side of her face. 

She chuckled, leaning into his touch, breathing deeply and closing her eyes for a brief moment, as though savoring this feeling. 

" You're the only person I know who would be worried about me, when you're the one who was under a ton of chains. How are you feeling? Are you in pain?", she carefully checked him over searching for any visible injuries. 

"I'm exhausted and to be honest yes, my body aches all over but I'm okay I promise"

"Okay. But I'm keeping an eye on you, so tell me if you feel any pain, alright?"

Nodding, Beckett allowed his eyes to wander around the room, noticing the destruction in it. The room was full of rubble, pieces of what once was the roof, scattered everywhere, having coated everything in dust. 

"I'm guessing everything went well while I was out?", he started sitting up, leaning against the wall. 

Celeste wordlessly helped him up before she answered, resting her forehead on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. 

"Yes. Professor Swan came to help and it turns out she is a Blood-Att too, but she was defeated. Me and Atlas were… close to the end-" 

"What?! You-you almost…", he couldn't even utter the words. "Oh God... you could have… died and I…wouldn't have been able to do anything to stop him, to -" 

"Beckett! Hey… I'm alright now see? I'm here with you and I don't intend to leave you anytime soon."she said gently to him, putting her hands on his cheeks, reassuring him.

A moment passed before she continued.

" So when me and Atlas touched our hands saying goodbye, we had a burst of refractionary magick. I… ended him Beckett. I did it myself. I don't regret it, but that makes me wonder... Does that make me a bad person? ", she looked up at him worried. 

He turned to her, his earnest gaze reaching deep into her soul. "Celeste. Look at me and listen carefully. You could never be a bad person. Honestly you are the most compassionate , brave and kind woman I have ever met. Please don't doubt yourself, ever. He deserved everything he got and more for all the things he did to you and so many other people."

"Really?"

"Really."

Celeste sighed in relief, nestling deeper into his side. "Thank you Beck. You always know what you say to make all my worries fade away."

Wrapping his arms around her, Beckett rested his cheek on her head, kissing her hair. "Anytime. How is everyone doing?" 

"They are going to be okay. When we finished with Raife we were unconscious for a bit. When I woke up, professor Kontos and Aster were here taking everyone through some kind of portals. They were all unconscious but fine. I… stayed with you for a bit trying to wake you up and I was going to call them because you weren't coming around but then you did so… "

"Ah thank goodness we're all fine.", he exclaimed, relieved, his head falling back onto the wall behind him. 

"I knew you were a softie for Pend Pals!"

They both laughed softly, glad to have survived this relatively well. 

"Beckett?", Celeste broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them. 

"Hmm?" 

"I'm… very glad you're okay. When you fell unconscious… I was worried you'd never wake up again…and then you weren't responding and… I can't lose you Beck, I just can't. Not you", Celeste let out an involuntary sob, her arms tightening around him. 

"Oh Celeste… it's okay, I'm okay… I'm here sweetheart…I'm not leaving you... ", he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back in soothing cycles, his heart breaking at the sight of her crying. 

She took a deep breath and looked at him with a vulnerability that he rarely saw in her. "Will you promise me something?" 

" Anything." 

"Don't scare me like that again. Ever. Please.", she said, her voice breaking again at the end, the sobs wreaking through her body. 

Beckett tightened his hold around her pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and finally on her lips,silently promising her to do anything she asked from him. 

The kiss started slow and gentle, but quickly turned passionate,both of them trying to pour all their emotions into the kiss. Celeste wrapped her arms around his neck pressing herself closer to him, deepening the kiss, almost desperate to feel that this was real, that he was okay. Beckett let her do as she pleased with him, happy and relieved to have her in his embrace,breathing in her natural vanilla smell, his hands roaming across her body, bringing her closer to him,losing himself in her.

They parted away from each other, giggling, upon hearing Aster's worried voice calling for them. 

"Celeste? Did Beckett wake up?" 

"Yes Aster we're here!" 

She kissed him again briefly, helping him get up and linked their hands together, her bright smile back on her face. 

"Let's go home, shall we?" 

Beckett grinning back at her, allowed her to lead him towards Aster, ready for the next chapter in their lives at Penderghast.

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Green Thumbs

Book: The Elementalists

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Wood-Att MC (I didn’t specify a gender)

Summary: Beckett struggles with a Wood magick spell, so the Wood-Attuned MC helps him understand a bit better.

A/N: So this is a short fluffy one-shot of Beckett and MC that I started writing when The Elementalists first came out (yeah, as you can tell I’m often really late with things). I had the idea when I read a line about Metal magick and Wood magick being opposites and I really wanted to explore how magick worked and why an Attuned of one type would have trouble with the other. Obviously, I didn’t expect to see something like that happen in the books, because it would be difficult to code with differently Attuned MCs, but this is how I imagined a scenario where Beckett is struggling with Wood magick and a Wood-Att MC helps him grow as an Attuned (as Wood-Atts do uwu). Also, this is told in second person from Beckett’s perspective.

Beckett could feel the frustration building up as the potted plant wilted yet again after he performed the spell. He’d always had difficulty with Wood magick, but he had been working at this spell for over an hour. This was just getting ridiculous. And it wasn’t so much that he was killing the plants, rather, the plants simply refused to work with him. Like they knew exactly what the spell intended and, by virtue of it being something Beckett wanted to happen, decided to do the exact opposite.

“Beckett,” your voice chimed from right beside him. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. Didn’t you say it was natural for Metal-Atts to have trouble with Wood magick?”

“Well, yes, I did say such a thing, but…” He ran a hand through his hair, breathing out a frustrated sigh. “Not for a Harrington. It shouldn’t be…and if I cannot master even a basic Wood magick spell like this…”

“It doesn’t make you any less of a brilliant Attuned,” you cut him off, slipping your hand in his and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

Beckett felt the flush creep up his neck when his eyes landed on your bright smile, before he glanced away and awkwardly cleared his throat. One would think that after all this time together, he would get used to your random displays of physical affection. But no, of course, Beckett would still get flustered around you like some school boy around his crush. It didn’t help that you loved to tease him about it as well, even more so after you two decided to get into a romantic relationship. Luckily for him, you decided to spare him the teasing and get straight to the feedback.

“Wood magick and Metal magick are opposites,” you continued. “It makes sense why an Attuned specializing in one would find the other difficult. I know it took me a while to get Metal magick down.” You let out a little laugh to yourself. “Or any magick, for that matter.”

Beckett bit back a smile. “And how did you get around it?”

“Well, let’s see…” You hum for a moment, tapping your chin as you thought, lips pursed in an adorable pout. Honestly, how could you make such unsolicited comments all the time about his own “cuteness” when you acted like this?

“The way I see it,” you said, drawing him out of his thoughts, “Metal magick calls for mastery of the self. And it suits you perfectly. You are always striving to be better. Always pushing yourself to your full potential. And you rely on nobody but yourself to get to where you are. It actually amazes me how much you have accomplished, how you are so willing to go even further.”

Beckett didn’t think his face could grow any warmer, yet you seemed to love proving him wrong. His heart warmed with immense affection at your praise, every word filled with more sincerity and openness than he’d thought possible. How could you be so open, so willing to share your heart with everyone around you? With someone like him?

He couldn’t understand. Perhaps that was his problem.

“Wood magick, however, is not self-reliant,” you continued, turning your gaze to the potted plant. “You are not bending and moulding a form to the best of your ability. You are guiding a living thing. It requires you to listen, cooperate, and most importantly, trust. You need to trust that you don’t have to do everything yourself.”

Your eyes caught his for a moment, and he could have sworn he saw something flicker across their brilliance. A hint of knowing…reassurance. Were you still talking about magick? However, as quickly as that unspoken message played out in your bright gaze, your attention shifted back to the plant before you.

Beckett watched, inexplicably enraptured by your magick brought the wilted plant back upright. Your magick…it didn’t demand control over the plant, didn’t bend it to your will. It was patient, trusting, and…warm. Just as warm as it had been the first time he truly felt it.

One of the leaves continued to extend towards you, towards your open palm. Enraptured with his own curiosity, Beckett was wondering what sort of complicated spell you were preparing to demonstrate when you simply met the leaf with your palm. “High five!”

He paused, blinking a couple times, before letting out a groan.

“I have finally done it—I have failed the Harrington name,” he murmured. “I’ve resorted to asking for help from a Wood-Att who has not only just recently been introduced to magick, but also uses the art for handshakes with houseplants.”

“Oh, no need for the dramatics, you dork,” you beamed, sidling up behind him. “Let’s start small and build from there. Kind of like relationships.”

You placed your hands around his, your magick still so inviting and warm like sunshine, and he realized then that you were sharing your magick with him. Not so much in a way that lends him your power, though, you weren’t giving him the materials to build something great. It was more like you were leading him along a dance, magick guiding him into a certain direction but also listening to his magick, his heart. You were always frighteningly good at that, reading his heart.

He didn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

“It’s okay. It will listen to you. Don’t force it, just let it respond to you in its own way.”

Beckett nodded, taking in a deep breath and letting his eyes drift shut to relax. It was strange, he realized. He never felt more vulnerable than when he was around you. You were always so open and free with your thoughts, your feelings, with your love. One would think that made you too trusting, naïve, defenseless to anyone who wanted to hurt you — in fact Beckett did think exactly that before you became friends. That was when he realized that as much as you allowed him to know more about you, he was letting himself be known as well. All his failures, his insecurities, his weaknesses. It went both ways.

And being known — having people know not only your name, not only your pride and accomplishments, but knowing and seeing you — was a terrifying thing. With you, he couldn’t hide behind any of those, he had no shield, no armor. He always thought that one would be weak without them. But you had long known that wasn’t true.

It had never occurred to Beckett that an open, unguarded heart could have been hurt before. He’d always thought it was a result of never experiencing pain. But that wasn’t true. Your openness and kindness weren’t out of naivety, they were a choice — one that took strength, resilience, and so much bravery. You chose to open yourself to the world because you knew before he did that there was more to vulnerability than weakness. There was joy and friendship and growth. There was love.

You made him vulnerable…and you made him stronger.

It was a simple thing to place his trust in you.

“Beckett, open your eyes,” you whispered, breath brushing against his ear.

He did as you told, and saw a leafy tendril reaching out toward his hand, brushing tenderly against his fingers. Beckett breathed out an incredulous laugh.

You threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a warm, giddy embrace. “You did it! I knew you could!”

He was at a loss for words, choosing instead to watch your smiling face, your eyes filled with pride in him, in a way that was somehow worth more than all the awards in the world combined. He only wished you would pull him in closer.

Something suddenly wrapped around his arm and yanked him out of your embrace. “Gah!”

And then he found himself entangled in the vines of the plant, leaves tickling his skin, gently swaying as if he was being cradled.

“Oops,” you said, chuckling at the display of open affection. “I forgot to warn you how enthusiastically they can respond to you once you’ve formed a bond. Alright, buddy, you can let him go now. Thanks for the help.”

You stroked a hand along the stem, which relaxed under your touch and eventually dropped Beckett back onto his feet. His face was flushed a bright red in embarrassment as he attempted to straighten out his clothes.

“I think I’ll stop here for now. As much as I would love to continue cuddling the university’s flora, I do have other classes to study for.”

He sent an apologetic look to the plant as if to say “no offense.”

…God, you might be rubbing off on him a little too much.

“They don’t usually react like this one you’ve gained their trust,” you mumbled, rubbing your chin thoughtfully. “What were you thinking about before it pulled you in?”

How much I wanted to sink deeper into your embrace until I’m forever lost in your warmth and affection. “Er, I was just…nervous, I suppose,” he fibbed, feeling his face warm yet again as he stuttered.

“Well, whatever that was about, you still performed the spell successfully! And the plant seems to like you,” you said. Your smile turned mischievous, a bit too pleased, and Beckett knew what that look usually meant. “I knew you’d grow on each other eventually.”

“…If that was intended to be a Wood magick joke, I am breaking up with you.”

The plant beside them shuddered as if agreeing with him about his partner’s corny humour. You let out a bright giggle and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Nah, you wouldn’t. I’ve grown on you, too.”

At that, Beckett allowed himself a fond smile, even as you were already turned away, starting off in the direction of the library.

“Yes,” he admitted quietly to no one in particular. “You have.”

You looked over your shoulder with a radiant smile that, Beckett was starting to realize, he couldn’t remember his life without.

“Come on, Harrington, Wood magick’s not the only attunement we have to review!”

[theclassycandy]

Drunk Nights - The Elementalists

Summary: Anna is with the Harrington fam for a sleepover and when the alcohol comes out, she gets excited. Beckett is really a sloppy/cutesy drunk and she can’t wait for that version of Beckett to come out! But when a sudden change of attitude occurs in Beckett, Anna and Katrina gets especially worried. Katrina realizes what Beckett thinks of her and how much Anna truly means to her brother. 

Ships: Beckett x Anna

Rating: R

Word Count: 2825

A/N: Alright, so this fic takes place about a few months after Beckett, Anna and the rest of the Pend Pals graduate! Beckett and Anna have moved in together during this fic, but at the Harrington’s manor for this fic. They’re still boyfriend and girlfriend during this time. I truly hope you enjoyed this fic! Please like, reblog or throw me a follow if you can!

Tags: @miss-smrxtiee , @holystxne , @adam-dumortains , @herarmoredheart , @ilikeyellingatmyscreen

“Anna! My dear! So lovely you could grace us with your presence! How was the drive here? Traffic not too dreadful huh?” welcomed Mrs. Harrington, kissing Anna on both cheeks. 

“It actually wasn’t that bad! Wonderful gardens you have out there don’t you? Did you get it redone recently?” asked Anna, pleased with Mrs. Harrington’s friendly question. 

“Oh yes, we had it done a few days after your graduation night! So wonderful of you to have noticed!”

Contrast to Mrs. Harrington’s positive demeanor, Mr. Harrington was a lot more reserved. Anna knew that she has his respect and satisfaction from her reputation and prestige in the tech industry and that it is very apparent that she makes his son very happy. He had never seen Beckett so happy, even just when her name was brought up at family events. 

“Anna, lovely to see you, as usual.” said Mr. Harrington giving Anna a strong handshake. 

Anna returns the handshake, putting on a bright smile and nodding respectfully. She then turns to head to Beckett, where he’s being bulldozed by his sister. 

“I missed you guys so much! It’s hard for me to think that my baby brother is living on his own with his wif- I mean, girlfriend!” expressed Katrina, pulling Beckett in a hug leaving him spluttering. Katrina then lets go and turns around to Anna, arms open. 

“My awesome, beautiful, future sister-in-law! I’ve missed you so much too!” exclaimed Katrina giving Anna a hug, at the same fervor that she did for Beckett. 

Over Katrina’s shoulder, Anna could see the blush form across Beckett’s cheeks at the implication of Katrina wanting to see them getting married. 

The 5 of them walked over to the Harrington’s dinning table, their personal chef giving them some rare kind of magickal lobster and placing a wine in the middle of the table called Krug Clos d'Ambonnay Blanc de Noirs. Mrs. Harrington poured some wine in her glass, swirling it right underneath her nose. Mr. Harrington takes the bottle, doing that same thing. He stretches his arm, bottle towards Anna. 

“Would you like some Anna? It’s a new bottle, it would be great for you to expand you alcohol palette.” said Mr. Harrington. It’s not like Anna doesn’t like alcohol or against drinking/getting drunk in public but she knows this wine. And it’s rare. She’s still getting used to being able to experience such luxuries. She’s only ever had soju. She gives him a polite smile but gulps. But then she turns her head to Beckett. 

“What do you say? Will we see drunk Beckett tonight?” she says with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. When Beckett had gotten drunk with her and the rest of the Pend Pals... let’s just say that he can’t handle more than 2 drinks without being a sloppy drunk. 

“I- I- suppose that I’m not opposed to drinking with the people here. Uhh, sure” he says, blushing taking the bottle from his father, pouring some into his crystal wine glass. Anna then smirks and pours some into hers too. Copying Mrs. Harrington; swirling the wine right beneath her nose. Anna keeps her eye on Beckett, after his first glass he stares at her with a light in his eyes and a pink tint on his cheeks. But after his second drink, he’s right in her face and smirking at her. His chin is propped up on his fist and elbow on the table.

“So Anna,” Beckett places his hand flirtatiously on her arm while he lightly whispers to her, “what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” For a spilt second, Anna’s jaw drops, shocked that Beckett would speak like that to her in front of other people, let alone in front of his own parents. She quickly gathers her composure, leaning in and whispering in his ear in the sexiest tone that she can muster. 

“Not much, just thinking of my incredibly intelligent, handsome and sexy boyfriend. And how much I love him.” she whispers back. She expected him to smirk, or smile bashfully, or at least blush, but the way he did react was took her off guard. His expression changed from sheer confidence to the face of misery in a split second. His eyebrow furrowed, his smirk dropped into a frown and his eyes became lost it’s glimmer. Confused, Anna was about to ask what she did wrong when Mr. Harington asks her something. 

“Anna, how’s the company doing? Living up to your title of most promising up-and-coming company in the last decade, I hope?” questions Mr. Harrington, exceptionally impress with her. 

“Yes, sales in the last quarter are at an all time high!” expressed Anna excitedly. She absolutely loves her job and that it’s impressing everyone especially Beckett’s parents. She knew that they would be okay with her being in a relationship with Beckett but in order to truly earn their respect, she would need to prove her worth. “Live up to the Harrington name” as Beckett would put it. If she even wants a chance to one day be a part of his family, she’s gotta prove that she can bring some sort of prestige in the family. 

A few minutes go by and Anna is talking with Katrina about her plans for the company. And Mrs. Harrington calls out Beckett. 

“Beckett? Sweetheart are you okay? You’re so quiet and looking so sad. Is something the matter?” asks Mrs. Harrington asks Beckett and everyone turns to Beckett in concern, stopping their conversation. Anna reaches out and places her hand on Beckett’s shoulder in concern. Beckett looks Anna in the eye for a second... and then forcefully tears off her hand and runs off upstairs! 

Anna and the other Harringtons all stare after him in shock and concern. Anna rubs her hand that was on his shoulder. Beckett looked so sad but even when he forcefully took off her hand, the touch itself was gentle; almost weak, as if in defeat. Katrina is the first one to go after him, with Anna in tow. The parents look at each other worriedly but decides that they’ll come up if one of them asks them to.  

When the 2 girls, Anna and Katrina hear Beckett getting in his room and shuts the door behind him. They pause in front of the door and Katrina turns to Anna. 

“Before you ask, I genuinely don’t know what I said that made him this upset.” explained Anna. 

“And I one-thousand percent believe you, but something did make him upset so I think it’s best if you wait out here, I’ll tell you when you can come in.” before Anna could form a counter-argument, Katrina opens the door and slowly walks in Beckett’s room. 

Beckett’s sitting in the farthest corner of his bedroom floor. Katrina takes in his appearance, he looks defeated, disheveled and dejected. His face is paler than usual except with the noticeable redness around his eyes as if he’s about to cry. Katrina, tiptoes to Beckett and sits right beside him shoulder-to-shoulder. They sit in silence for a minute.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” cautiously asks Katrina, looking at her brother.  

“It’s Anna. Wait no- I mean-” he starts “It’s me. I was too late, I did this to myself and now she’s happy all on her own without me.” Beckett’s voice gets even more shakier as he goes on. 

“Wait wha- why- what makes you say that? What do you mean ‘I was too late’?” asked Katrina, very much confused. 

“I tried flirting with her by asking what was on her mind and she said her boyfriend that she’s in love with. Oh god, I’m not surprised though; it’s impossible to not fall for her.” Beckett said miserably. 

If Karina wasn’t confused before, she sure is now. Anna’s clearly in love with Beckett and he reciprocates her feeling. Why is he upset with that? 

Beckett continues. “She’s my best friend and I’ve fell in love with her but now she’s dating already and I feel... so- heartbroken.”

Katrina’s confusion is now very visible with her nose and eyebrows scrunched together. “Beckett, what do you mean? Do you think she’s cheating on you or something? Anna doesn’t seem like the type to do that.” 

This time it’s Beckett’s turn to be confused, expression mirroring Katrina’s. 

“What? She’s dating someone! She described him as ‘ incredibly intelligent, handsome and sexy’ who the fuck matches that description?” says Beckett. Katrina can see his discomfort when he says the description. 

“Wait... Beckett, who exactly do you think she’s dating?” asked Katrina, think she knows where this is going. 

“I don’t even know! And quite frankly I don’t want to know. Her being happy with someone else will just remind me of everything I don’t have.” exasperated, a few tears start to flow down his face but he wipes it off quickly. 

Katrina stares at him in shock, finally seeing what happened. “Ohhh... so he asked Anna about what was on her mind, she said ‘her boyfriend’ so she was obviously referring to him. But since he’s drunk he forgot... that they were dating in the first place...? And now he’s crying because he thinks that Anna is in love with someone and now he’s miserable, thinking that he’s not the one dating Anna. Awwwww that’s the cutest! He truly loves her so much.” thinks Katrina, putting the pieces together. She wants to tell him that Anna was talking about him but she decides against it wanting to see how he talks about Anna. 

“Well I see, what made you fall in love with her in the first place?” asked Katrina. 

“Oh where to begin? She’s the smartest person I’ve ever known. You know she runs an extremely successful company that she built from the ground up?” Beckett asks. Katrina smiles and nods at him to continue. “And when I say smart I don’t just mean logical smart I mean socially and emotionally smart too! During our sophomore year, she was able to sweet talk investors for Shreya for her business! She’s beautiful too! You saw her on the cover on that magazine right? She’s done so much and most off all, she- she-...” Beckett trails off. 

“She...?” Katrina goes one, clueing him to continue. 

“She just makes me really, really happy. Happiness that- that I didn’t even know that’s possible! Even when she’s just beside me I can feel just so calm and.. loved.” 

“Oh okay so...” Katrina started but then Beckett cuts her off. 

“And her smile and her laugh! Oh my god, her smile. It’s just make so feel so good inside like, I finally know why I’m here. She’s helped me with so much stuff when it comes to my studies, my parents, you...”

At the mention of ‘you’ she turns her head to face him. Curious what he has to say about her. 

“I mean no offence Katrina but-” he cuts himself off for a second then resumes talking. “but almost everything about our family stresses me out. I love you but being constantly compared to my own sister all the time, whose 10 years older than me is so... so tiring and embarrassing. That’s not your fault at but it’s why I hate it when you’re overbearing. Because not only does it feel like you babying me but also it feels like the only reason why I’ll ever be successful is because of my family and not my own skills. 

Katrina stares off, taking in how Beckett truly feels around her. She couldn’t imagine being compared to someone 10 years older than her during her entire childhood and then thinking that her own family wouldn’t love her unless she could live up to their expectations. 

“Did you know that in high school there would be times that I wouldn’t eat or sleep because I was so stressed out? I didn’t tell you guys because I just couldn’t. I managed to fool myself it was because I didn’t want you guys to worry but looking back? It was because I didn’t actually know if I would be helped or if mom and dad would just pressure me even more, saying ‘your sister didn’t have this much trouble.’ But with Anna it’s different she still encourages me to not just be smarter in terms of school and my career but to be a better man overall. It’s not her herself telling me this, but I just want to make her happy as she makes me.” 

He leans his head back, letting the tears flowing freely at his words. 

“But now she’s with somebody else. I just hope the person she’s with makes her unbelievably happy and they know how lucky they are to be dating her.” Beckett says sorrowfully. Katrina turns her head to him. 

“Maybe you can tell her how you feel. I’m sure she’d love to know.” 

“WHAT? But I can’! I-” he starts and Katrina internally laughs that Beckett still doesn’t know that Anna was referring to him. 

She stands up; “I’ll go get her. You just stay there.” Katrina walks to the door, excited to see how Anna will react. She sees Anna pacing in the hallway, the worry obvious on her face and her face lights up when she sees Katrina coming out. 

“Is Beckett okay? It is sick? Did I really say something wrong at the dinner?” asked Anna, frantic. 

Katrina just smiles at her. 

“What? Katrina, what’s so funny?” asked Anna taken aback by Katrina’s lack of seriousness. 

“Beckett is upset because you said that you’re in love with your boyfriend,” Anna makes a face and Katrina continues on. “However since Beckett is drunk he somehow forgot that he’s your boyfriend, and that you’re in love and dating somebody else so now he’s kind of crying that he thinks that you’re not his.” 

Anna’s jaw drops, her hand coming to her mouth but Katrina can tell that she’s smiling. 

“Awwwwww! But he’s taking it okay right? No throwing up from the alcohol?” she asked. 

“He didn’t. But it looks like he may throw up. Not because of the alcohol but because he thinks you’re in love with someone else.” 

Anna mouth breaks out into a huge, loving smile and walks through the door to see Beckett sitting down on the ground with his wrinkled clothes and tear-stained face. 

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” Anna coos as she walks over, sits next to him and cups his face with her hands. 

“Look Anna, you don’t need to spare my feelings. I know you’re dating someone.” Beckett says dejectedly, not meeting her eyes. Anna sees how truly sad he is that he thinks she’s in love with someone else so she goes along with it for a little while. 

“I know but I want to know how you feel about me regardless.” Anna says tilting her head so that he has to look her in the eye. 

He just stares into her eyes and Anna can tell that Beckett is being 100% serious. 

“Anna, I- I-... I’ve fallen in love with you. I’ve fallen and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. You make me feel loved and cared for and you’re just.. amazing. I know you end up going back to your boyfriend but I desperately wanted to let you know how I feel.” Beckett blurts out, pouring his heart out for her. 

“Beckett... I already know! And I feel the exact same way!” exclaimed Anna, feeling like she’s in heaven.

“Wait really? What about your boyfriend?” asked Beckett amazed.

“Beckett, who do you think I was referring to when you asked me the question about who’s my boyfriend?” asks Anna. 

“Who?” asks Beckett bewildered.

“You, Beckett! Did you forget we were dating? That we literally live together?” says Anna, watching in amusement as Beckett face turns form sentimental to shock and realization. 

“Ohhhhhh yeah!!” Anna bursts into laugher that was so hard that she couldn’t breathe. Beckett’s jaw popped open as he laughed with her, remembering everything and he he went wrong. 

“So we really are together now huh?” asked Beckett happiness flooding him. 

Anna nods enthusiastically. “Yep! We have need for 2 years, Beckett!” As she laughs even harder, Beckett crashes his mouth to hers. So forcefully that Anna is taken off guard. Beckett lifts her off the ground with their mouths still connected. He then steps over and places her on the bed, his hands exploring her body. Chills that Beckett is giving her are addicting but Anna knows she needs to pull away. 

“Don’t get me wrong; I’d love you to rearrange my guts in your bed but Katrina is right outside your door and your parents are worried about you still.” Tells Anna and Beckett and her get off the bed fixing the wrinkles on their clothes. They make out once more. They then walk downstairs, memories intact.      

[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 :)

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Beckett x F!Mc

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When Beckett made that list, ‘reasons why Ellie should be my girlfriend’, He wasn’t kidding when half of them said “I would do anything for you”.

He would always do the smallest of things to make Ellie happy. For example, whenever he saw her, he would boop her on the nose because he knew it made her smile & laugh even when she weren’t having the greatest of days.

One Wednesday’s, he got out of classes before her, which led him on the tradition of bringing Ellie an after school snack and waiting for her outside the classroom so she didn’t have to walk alone.

Basically everything he did mealted her heart into a billion pieces. Whenever he did something cute, Ellie would bury her head into her hands and softly squeal, making him a little confused.

Atlas always likes to keep a close eye on Ellie whenever they’re together. So when Beckett tries go walk close to Ellie in a group, Atlas just grabs her hand and drag her off to somewhere else. Sister time is never interrupted! Of course this made Beckett a little sad so Ellie would repay him with lots of cuddles and kisses.

As for Ellie, her love language is physical touch and spending quality time together, so whenever she got the chance, her and Beckett would be busy hanging out. Wether it was studying, getting food, or being in class, Ellie always finds a way to spend time with him.

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Chef Gourmet

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit day I mumbled into his shoulder barely audible.

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

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

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

I laughed nodding.

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

Oh thank you so much bean!

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

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

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

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

He kissed me sweetly in response.

But I know what your better at. Wanna know?

What?

Adding some spice in bed.

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

[adam-dumortains]

is anyone still here who wants me to finish my mc x beckett fanfic?

[homeformyheart]

Best Sleep vs. Worst Sleep w/ Beckett and a gender-neutral MC?

thank you for the request anon!

author’s note: I went with the default MC name and they/them pronouns for this. hope you enjoy! copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: the elementalists – beckett harrington x nb!mc (eli russell) rating/warnings: 13+; minor descriptions of nightmares based on/prompt: best vs. worst / 4. best sleep vs. worst sleep word count: ~640 summary: eli and beckett both experience nightmares, but help each other through the night.

best sleep vs. worst sleep

worst sleep

the edges of their vision was fuzzy, dark, but the table atlas was strapped to was lit by a single lamp. soft enough not to blind, but bright enough to allow them to see raife’s machine pointing directly at them.

“eli, help,” atlas pleaded, tugging at their restraints.

“no one is coming for you child,” raife cackled, positioned at the machine’s controls.

eli could hear the humming of the machine as it warmed up and they tried to move. each step forward only seemed to push atlas further away.

“i’m coming, atlas. i’m here!” eli called out, but they continued to struggle, and atlas made no indication that they heard anything.

“it’s no use,” raife laughed, sending a chill down eli’s spine as he flipped a switch.

the machine whirred loudly and eli could see a beam of energy gather at the end of the barrel.

“no!” they screamed, running as fast as they could.

“no, no, no, i’m coming, just hold on.”

beckett was jostled awake as eli began tossing and turning violently, clutching their sheets with both hands as sweat formed on their brow. he tried gently shaking eli, putting a hand carefully over theirs.

“hey, you’re safe. eli, it’s me, beckett. wake up,” he murmured quietly, trying to keep his voice calm and steady.

eli kept tossing and turning, lost to the nightmares plaguing his mind. beckett frowned – feeling absolutely helpless like this not something that sat well with him. he needed to be stronger, smarter, so he could protect eli from monsters like raife.

“please wake up,” he pleaded, holding eli’s face in his hands.

at they very least, they seemed to calm down under his touch and slowly relaxed their hands around the blankets. they leaned into beckett’s warmth and he slid an arm under their neck, slowly nudging them onto their side so he could hold them close. he wasn’t sure how much time passed before eli’s breathing finally evened out, but by the time beckett found he could fall back asleep he was vaguely aware of the sun beginning to brighten the horizon.

best sleep

a soft whimper reached eli’s ears and their eyes fluttered open. they normally weren’t a light sleeper, but after the number of times beckett got injured from trying to protect them, they were more attuned to his emotions than before.

they looked up at beckett, who still had his eyes closed and arms wrapped around them. the whimpers continued and eli noticed a thin sheen of sweat dotting his brow.

of all the pend pals, beckett was the most unyielding in nature. stubborn sometimes, yes, and perhaps it was just his metal attunement, but unlike the grounding feeling they felt from griffin or the firey excitement from shreya, beckett was stiff.

so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that even though he was clearly experiencing some sort of nightmare, beckett’s posture was rigid, unmoving except for the furrowing of his brow and pressing of his lips.

but even metal can be made malleable in the right setting.

eli pulled back from beckett, with a little difficulty since his arm’s were wrapped tightly around their back and brought their hands together. their lips were set in a thin line as they concentrated on pulling out the warmth of their sun magick into the palm of their hands.

they hovered the ball of sun magick near beckett’s chest and moved it across his shoulders, letting the magick gently relax the tension in his muscles. eli could feel beckett’s heartbeat begin to slow to a steady, even rhythm. they let the ball dissipate and with a flick of their fingers, sent a light breeze to dry the sweat from beckett’s brow before bringing the blankets up around both their shoulders.

the whimpers stopped and the only sounds in the room were beckett’s soft, even breaths and eli felt their eyelids get heavy at the comfortable sound.

they both slept nightmare-free through the rest of the night.

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[magicmoontea]

Illuminated Fantasies (2/2)

Characters: Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Iris Atwood), Pend Pals

Rating: NSFW! The sexual parts are at the end, so if you want, there is plenty of story before it gets dirty 30 diamond level. 

Word Count: Over 10,000. I went overboard. ~30 min read

Summary: Part 2! Part 1 can be found here. It’s the Summer Solstice and Iris and the Pend Pals are celebrating! With the surge of magick from the Sun, Iris has just confessed to Beckett...how will he respond?

Notes: I’m so sorry for the long delay!! I love reading longer, fleshed out pieces, so I really wanted every moment to be captured. Hopefully you enjoy because this took so much of my heart and time! I took some lines from the book and mashed them together in my own way. This was created for a choices challenge way back in April where “Fantasy” was the theme. 

“Wh-What?” Beckett stuttered out, clearly thrown off by Iris’ confession. He instantly sat up straight on the couch, running his nervous hand that was just touching her through his hair, tousling it immediately, and Iris was instantly missing his contact. 

Whether he realized it or not, Iris felt his magickal energy start swirling around them.

He then stood up and started to walk around in front of Iris in lazy circles, clearly deep in thought. This made her empathetic self on edge. Beckett was always quickly composed and thought every step through before he acted, so this was a new side of him that she was witnessing. She wanted to know desperately what he was thinking. 

“Yeah….” Iris blushed furiously, not really thinking about the part that came after a confession like that. She felt the air and energy change in the room, and magick sparked around them as if in the perfect conditions for a magickal storm. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be after she allowed herself to be completely influenced by her Sun magick, but she didn’t think he’d have such a strong magickal effect. 

Iris felt a soft breeze of air flowing around them, dancing across her skin, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at the feel of his magick around her. His air magick slightly brushed her hair from her shoulders. He slowly stopped his pacing to look at her then. 

His gaze bore into her hazel eyes so deeply, like he was searching for guidance in them.  Under his gaze, she felt herself open up to him even more, like a flower finally, slowly blooming in the right conditions. She dropped all of her guards in their silent communication through their eyes, and in a burst of raw emotion, her Sun magick intertwined with his to create a gentle warm breeze around them.

“....And…that is something, you…. you want?” Beckett broke the silence as he nervously asked, blushing so hard that she could basically feel the heat coming from his body. She broke out in a smile at the sight of the handsome blushing Metal-Att in front of her. She loved making him flustered, and pushed away any fear that he would not return the feelings, and just allowed herself to be present in the moment. 

“For someone as brilliant as you, I would have thought you would have figured that out long ago.” Iris teased and couldn’t help but let out a light hearted giggle.

“I...I,” Beckett started and stopped. He cleared his throat as if he was trying to regain some control over the situation. “I would never have guessed in a million years that you felt that way about me. Iris, I don’t even know what to say.  I’m not good at this.” 

He moved to then sit down next to her on the couch and immediately his knee started to bounce up and down, and Iris started to feel herself doubt herself as she felt how nervous he was. Was he trying to let her down easy? 

Oh shit. What did I just ruin? Her mind betrayed her earlier confidence. She reached out and grabbed his knee to stop the anxiety habit and ease him. 

“Listen. You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just keep this moment,” Iris spoke softly but felt her throat tighten up as her body was starting to have a very emotional reaction to the thought of losing Beckett due to pushing boundaries. Stupid Sun magick confidence.

“Iris.” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was deep in thought over how to say his next words. “I would very much like to hear what the fantasy spelled showed you. If you want to tell me that is.” He spoke so gently as if afraid the moment was going to be spooked and run away if he approached it too quickly.  

She started retelling it softly, “Okay. Well, the vision was of me waking up and having a strong reaction to a nightmare. Funny enough, even in my fantasy life, I’m not well mentally.” She laughed slightly at herself to ease the building tension inside of her. 

She took a little breath and continued, looking down at her nervous hands in her lap as she spoke, “But you were there. You instantly knew what to do to make me feel safe. You didn’t do a whole lot, but I felt so loved, Beck. I didn’t fantasize about being not fucked up. I dreamt about you loving me for me, even though I’m so messed up.” As she spoke, tears threatened to fall and gathered at the corners of her eyes, feeling exposed and so tired of having to be strong all the time. 

He quickly reached out to her as if she was falling, and he was the only person able to catch her. The gold detailing on all the candlesticks next to them started to curl up and bend in shape, as a burst of Metal magick left him. He cupped her face and spoke so vulnerably and choked out his words with so much feeling. Her tears started to fall softly.

“Iris. I wish you could read my mind so you could see how much you mean to me. I know I’m not good at this.” He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb and continued, “But, I know you. The real you, Iris. And you’re not fucked up. Please don't ever say that about yourself. You are so beautiful. Oh God, you are so beautiful.” 

His lips were on hers before she could truly process what he was saying. The moment of feeling his kiss for the first time was a memory her lips would keep forever, and when she felt his trembling fingers caress her face and neck, she kissed him harder. 

They didn’t let their minds and second thoughts stop the intimate moment. His lips were softer than she expected, and she felt herself craving the feeling of his kiss as the moments passed. He returned her passion as equally, and she was honestly surprised at how hungrily he captured her lips. She was completely under his spell. 

From this close, she was surrounded by the smell of his cologne, fresh and intoxicating. She could feel his energy and magick bouncing off of him in waves, and she welcomed it. Running her fingers through his hair, she moaned slightly in his mouth, as she had always wanted to do that. 

His tongue ran along her bottom lip and caressed her own, and she wanted to never forget the way he tasted. Iris smiled into the kiss and pulled her body even closer to his, almost on top of his lap. This little moment was pure bliss.

Well almost.

Reality crashed hard as they pulled apart abruptly when they both heard someone making their way into the room. Iris was about to murder her twin, who was currently drunkenly yelling, asking where she was. 

“IRIS! You in here? I know you ain’t in the bathroom. Because I checked. And there are SO many bathrooms on this floor alone,” Atlas shouted as she entered Sherya’s massive sunroom taking in the extravagant surroundings. “What fucking room is this, now?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Now stop yelling,” Iris said and stood up getting some distance from the blushing Beckett who had swollen lips. Shit. She’s totally going to know.

“Dude, I looked for you everywhere! But side note, why, why do people need 42 bathrooms? One of them literally had a golden bathtub, and that’s just what they have on the main floor!” Atlas continued not being too observant of her twin before her. 

“I needed a moment, and then Beckett found me here, and we were talking. Didn’t mean to worry anyone.” Iris decided to keep it short as she was nervous her intuitive twin would know what happened, and she definitely wasn’t ready to share that with her. 

“Oh. Becky is here, too. I thought you went to talk to plants or something?” Atlas turned her attention now to Beckett who clearly did not appreciate the new nickname. 

“Not Becky, ever. And yes, I was actually interested in studying the plants in the sunroom, and I found Iris here, funny enough.”  Beckett was quick with his story leaving Iris impressed. 

“Becky will stick, just see. Well, come on guys. Zeph is gonna leave soon, but he wants to do the wish to the faes together before he goes.” Atlas motioned for them to follow her, so they had no choice but to leave their moment they had built together and follow her. 

“Yes, that is good timing actually because I was planning on leaving shortly as well. I will make my leave after the fae wish as well,” Beckett stated so matter of factly, that Iris was nervous that he regretted what happened. She felt him trying to make eye contact, but she couldn’t return it without Atlas getting suspicious. 

Silently, they made their way back to Shreya’s backyard to sit around the bonfire once more joining in their friends’ conversation. Iris had to do everything in her power to appear normal, but her thoughts were consumed by Beckett's hands on her neck, the way his breathing changed as he kissed her harder, and the feel of his soft lips kissing her over and over.  

“No way, so you guys kissed?!” Griffin asked loudly. Iris jumped in her seat at the question and turned to Beckett who was already staring at her wide eyed.

Shreya laughed at the question directed to her, “Yes! Even with that terrible button up shirt, I still kissed him!” They were engaged in a conversation that Iris and Beckett missed, and it took several moments to still Iris’ beating heart at the thought that they were that obvious and caught. 

Beckett’s laughter surprised Iris even more, but then she couldn’t help but join him, making him laugh harder. The rest of the group stopped talking and looked at them quizzingly. 

“Sorry, just thinking of a funny joke Iris said earlier.” Beckett smiled a lopsided smile at Iris that made her stomach do flip flops. 

“Wow, Beckett’s drunk. Never thought I’d see the day.” Zeph said, teasing him and elbowing his side. 

“They’re here!” Aster clapped her hands excitedly and everyone stopped talking then to look at the beautiful flickering and glowing lights in the distance as the faes took the Summer Solstice cookies offerings the Pend Pals placed earlier. 

“Everyone make your wish!” Aster shouted and closed her eyes eager and loving the tradition. 

Iris closed her eyes and as soon as she did, she felt the essence of Beckett wash over her even more. His energy and magick strongly coursed through her body. Completely influenced by him, she made her wish.

 Faes, on this beautiful summer solstice night, I feel my magick stronger than ever before. I feel your magick, and I also strongly feel his magick. My wish is to live my life with no expectations of what others have of me. To allow myself to feel without fear.

She felt so lighthearted and free after releasing her wish. The amount of emotions and depth of the feelings that she had encountered today was exhausting if she stopped and thought about it. Even with the vision she had this morning of him kissing her in her underwear (that part didn’t happen sadly), she was still thrown off by his pure raw emotion that she briefly felt tonight. It shook her to core, and she was aware of the change that was forming inside her. He was swimming in the waters that was breaking her levee refusing to let her be the same as before.    

“I always loved doing that with my grandma and sister. Since they’re gone at their Water-Att women retreat, I appreciate you guys filling in. You guys are the best! “ Zeph beamed at his friends and wrapped his arms around Beckett and Griffin’s necks, happily affected by the magick the night brought. 

“Anytime, buddy. Anytime.” Griffin patted his back amused. With that everyone started to say their goodbyes for the night and made their promises to keep in touch as the summer passed. Iris hugged all her friends, and when she got to Beckett, all her senses came alive, watching his every move. 

“Goodnight, Iris.” He spoke softly, and she could see the hint of pink tickling his cheeks. He took her into his arms, and she held onto him tightly. She didn’t want to be too obvious in front of the others, but her body couldn’t help but react when she was around him. 

“Goodnight. Thank you for everything.” Iris whispered only loud enough for him to hear, and he squeezed her a little tighter in response. Pulling apart they started to make their distance from each other, Beckett’s long legs running ahead of her. Iris sighed a deep breath and couldn’t believe she was going to go a while without seeing him again. She’d have to make up some excuse to see him one more time before her internship with his sister. 

Iris’ walking came to a slow pace, as her thoughts were becoming increasingly louder. She jumped at a touch on her shoulder. She heard her sister laugh at her reaction, so she elbowed her in the side as they walked silently across Shreya’s yard going home together.

“Okay. I’m just going to say it.” Atlas broke their silence and Iris stopped their walking to look at her twin as she continued, “You need to go after him.” She spoke so nonchalantly, but all- knowing, and Iris couldn’t help but get annoyed at her smugness. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iris picked her pace back up and continued to walk, Atlas following right behind her. 

“Riiiighhht. That’s why neither of you could look at each other the whole time without getting red. I mean that’s a norm of Beckers, but when I saw you getting flustered over him, I knew something was going on.” She shrugged. “I’m your twin, remember.”

“Yeah, I can’t forget that,it’s like looking at an angry version of myself all the time.” Iris replied ignoring her sister further. Atlas actually laughed at her sister’s remark, but didn’t drop it. 

“Iris, really. I don’t want to further discuss it. But just please go after him, so I don’t have to deal with your moping all summer. Just please spare the details.” Atlas raised her eyebrows in her classic, please don’t make me smile, but I want to show some emotion to you, way. Iris beamed at her sister and nodded silently communicating in a way only they could. 

She ran hard, pushing herself and allowing the adrenaline of the Sun magick building inside of her to release in every step forward. No plan was constructed inside of her mind, and she didn’t even want to think of one. Everything about Beckett since the kiss felt organic as each thought about him bloomed without effort. She didn’t want to act based on overthinking and trying to figure out what he wants from her. Feeling tired of always having to be mindful of her power growing inside of her, the dark thoughts that fought to come out of the shadows, and needing to take care of everyone, she wanted, no, needed to take care of herself. 

This was Iris’ first step toward that, and she wanted her declaration to be loud and authentic to her, and what she truly wanted to be without expectations of others. She was short of breath by the time she reached Shreya’s magick portal room, and surprised that she saw Beckett still there pacing the room. 

Faintly, she heard him muttering to himself. “No, no. That simply won’t do. Iris, I would very much like to talk and figure out a plan to further test our connection? No. Come on, Beckett.” She couldn’t help but gush at the precious sight of him rehearsing what to say to her. 

He actually felt the same way. Holy crap. He felt the same way. Reality was catching up to Iris gleefully as she took steps closer to Beckett, her footsteps bouncing across the marble making him aware of her presence. 

“Iris!” The way he was looking at her and calling her name was all the motivation she needed to keep going. 

“Beckett, I don’t want the night to end. I want to be around you. I don’t care what we do. I just don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Iris allowed herself to be vulnerable as she now stood in front of him, admiring the way the blue in his blazer brought out the brightness in his eyes. 

He bit his lip as if it could prevent himself from smiling hard, but Iris’ eyes were like magnets to his lips. He didn’t speak right away, and instead reached down the length of her forearm arm to capture her hands in his own. Iris immediately took his warm hands in hers and her toes curled in her shoes at the sensation. Looking down, and their hands, Beckett blushed. 

“I would very much like to continue the night with you as well.” His voice was soft and comforting, and he wordlessly took her through a door to a destination he had in mind. 

Still hand in hand and occasionally brushing their thumbs across the other’s, they made their way through an unfamiliar ward room, and out into a summer lakehouse. Her eyes widened at the beautiful view that was immediately visible to her through the open floor plan room: floor to ceiling windows that were letting in an abundant amount of moonlight in the room as it stood over a private lake and greenery. 

“This place is stunning!” Iris took in her surroundings and decor enjoying the way the luxurious rug in the living room felt under her toes. These were the type of homes that Iris thought she would only be able to see during her late night HGTV binge watching when she was attuneless. She could tell that this was a summer home by the choice in decorations and color, and Iris couldn’t believe that this was someone’s second home. 

Beckett leaned against the living room wall observing Iris as she made her way over to the large window. “I cannot believe this amazing view as well. Is that a private lake? Of course it is, what am I saying? Look at this yard!” Iris could feel herself fawning, and even joined Beckett in laughing at herself. 

“Yes. I know I am very lucky to benefit from my family’s success and name.” Beckett spoke lightheartedly, but Iris could sense a deep hurt lurking there. She didn’t want to push it and make him feel anything bad. 

“Where are we?” Iris asked and wanted to change the subject a little to ease his mind. He seemed grateful for the slight distraction. 

“My family’s summer home about 40 minutes up north. That is Lake Evi back there and it flows quite a bit down east, but yes, this is our part of the lake. There are a few other homes around the lake. My father is keen on privacy, so the floral, trees, and greenery all have a purpose to keep it secluded still. You can barely even tell there are other homes here, you can truly pretend you’re by yourself.” He stared out the window and was deep in thought.

“It seems like a special place to you.” Iris pushed slightly, wanting him to know that she was here for him. She reached down between them to connect their hands once more. He smiled at the contact, and this gave him the courage to keep talking. 

“This was always my favorite place to go as a child. We seemed to be the closest as a family when we were able to just forget the outside world and their expectations of being a Harrington. I was able to truly relax here on the lake with Katrina. That changed as we got older, however. The perpetual notion my family put on me that I had to be absolutely perfect all the time followed me everywhere, even on vacation. The emotional distance got larger and eventually we stopped vacationing here as a family all together.” Beckett confessed to her, still looking out to the lake as if he had been returning to an age-old conversation with it.

“I’m sorry, Beck. I hope you know that you are amazing, and that you’re amazing because you’re not perfect. That doesn’t mean you aren’t one of the most intelligent and capable people I know, because you are. You don’t need to prove it to anyone or constantly prove it to yourself. Trust yourself.” Iris put her head on his shoulder and looked out at the lake with him trying to help him find the tranquility he needed. He squeezed her hand again, and they stayed like that, comfortable with the silence and each other's presence. 

Moonlight danced across a photo frame nearby catching Iris’ attention, and she immediately lit up at the sight of younger Beckett in the photo. She made her way over to the wall of photos and Iris made sure to stop and take in every picture. Images of younger Beckett and Katrina shined in their frames, and Iris couldn’t help but stop and smile at the photo of them making something that looked like an attuned version of s’mores in the yard with a great mess on their faces. They looked so happy together.

“I love this one.” Iris spoke pointing at the picture, and Beckett came over to see which one she was talking about. 

“Oh yeah. We loved making fire pies when we were younger.” Beckett smiled absentmindedly looking at the photo, lost in a memory. 

“Okay, moving past fire pies when they are obviously s’mores…” Iris giggled at Beckett’s startled face clearly wanting to object, and she loved how easy it was to make him flustered. “I think it’s a really tender moment.” 

“Yeah, Katrina was big on putting up candid photos. My parents didn’t think photos should be taken unless there was some reason to take them. They hated unprofessional, impromptu photos, and so there came a point where Katrina got so fed up she asked our cook, Darla, to take our photo. Then it kinda became our thing. My parents were so mad when she bought frames and decorated the house with these photos.  They took them down, naturally, but since it was Katrina, they insisted if she had to put them up, they would be put up here, where no one but us would see.” Beckett finished recalling the memory speaking softer towards the end.

Iris frowned at the story being told to her, heart filling with ache for the man next to her. She looked around the walls and sure enough, his parents weren’t in a single picture. No wonder why he looked so happy in them. She nonchalantly looked around the summer house a bit more and saw that it looked like someone had been here recently. A cup left out on the counter, a blanket folded on the corner of the couch, and the air enchantments that cooled the house were still going. 

She felt a pit in her stomach, knowing the answer. Was Beckett staying here instead of his house? Iris turned to the freckled Metal-Att who was already looking at her, deep in thought. She smiled at him gently trying to ease any pain wordlessly and by the way he was looking at her, she could tell he could feel her nurturing energy. 

“I’m really glad you have these photos then. This place really seems to be a safe haven for you. I’m so happy you showed me, Beck.” Iris’ soft voice came out barely louder than a whisper feeling herself and her magick connect to Beckett as if it were some magickally woven string stitching them together. They stood there wordlessly for a while and allowed the moment to stay there and be tender. 

“You want to hear what my fantasy was?” Beckett spoke finally, and Iris couldn’t help but notice how overcome with emotion he was.

“Of course.” She encouraged him to tell her, and he began to speak gently without breaking eye contact. 

“I was at a place, very similar to this, and I was enjoying a glass of tea. But you see, I wasn’t just sitting there drinking tea, I felt truly present. I felt the wind. I thanked the clouds for the brief shade it provided, but celebrated the sun when it returned. I heard the sound of the grass moving, and the trees were almost singing with an utter joy of just existing. You were there with me. Silent, but still communicating with me all the same. I felt the texture and warmth of your skin as you reached out and grabbed my hand, and the pure love that I felt almost knocked the wind out of me. You see, Iris, I felt no pressure. There was no thought that I should be doing more. That simply living my life, enjoying the little things with you, was more than enough.” He swallowed thickly with emotion that was bubbling up inside of him, and her heart soared. 

“Beckett, that sounds absolutely beautiful.” She slid her hands to run up his chest slowly and around his beck, making his ears turn pink. Leaning forward slowly, she took Beckett’s lips in her own, and his were on hers returning the gesture immediately. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer and deepened the kiss. 

Still just as overwhelmed with delight as the first time he took her lips, she became entranced with his kiss and his taste. It sent every nerve in her body on fire, and she was aware of every feeling coursing through her. 

She could feel his quickened heartbeat through the blazer he always wore, and she felt her body heat up from the contact. The effect he had on her from barely doing anything made her head spin. She could only imagine what it would be like when she became more intimate with him. 

He pulled back from the kiss to tenderly caress her cheek and whispered against her lips, “Stay with me tonight. We can just sit here on the rug and watch the moon over the lake. I don’t mind. I just don’t want to let you go yet.” He pleaded with her, and she felt her stomach do flip flops.  

“There’s nowhere else I rather be.” She smiled brightly, and her body hummed with Sun magick as she felt her skin warm and break out in goosebumps as if the sun just came out and warmed her chilled skin. 

He stepped back and sat down on the oversized plush rug that was situated right in front of the window, giving them a perfect view of the scenery. He took two decorative pillows from the couch for them to lay down on as well. Reaching out his hand for her to take, Iris thought there was nowhere she wouldn't follow him. 

Enjoying the feeling of the incredibly soft rug on her legs as she stretched out, she sat down next to Beckett. Putting her head back on his shoulders she couldn't believe that she was here sharing such a tender night with him. Part of her worried that he would disappear like this was all just some twisted dream. 

After a while of comfortable silence staring at the tranquil lake, Iris spoke, still gently resting her head on his shoulder breathing in his intoxicating scent, "I don't know what's in my future and honestly, the more I think about it, the more my stomach feels sick. Tonight and everything that’s happened with you, though, feels right. I don't have an answer about where we go from here, but I for once want to allow myself to feel what I want to feel." 

Beckett responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her whole side was glued to his and she felt the fire starting to burn inside of her again setting her magick on edge.

"Then who am I to deny you such pleasures? I want you to always be yourself with me, without any fear of my expectations. I promise I'll always give you room to grow and be yourself." Beckett spoke so matter-of-factly as if this wasn't the most thoughtful thing Iris had ever heard, and she had to tell herself repeatedly that this really was happening.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled warmly at him. "And you said you didn't have a way with words. Leave it to Beckett to be good at everything, even the things he’s not good at." Iris teased and enjoyed the bashful smile that emerged on his beautiful face. 

"Can I kiss you again?" Beckett asked with a delight in his voice, shyly looking at her lips with such desire. What a goofball, Iris thought as she got closer to him and was centimeters away from his lips.

"You're adorable. Beck, the answer is always going to be yes." After Iris gave her consent, he eagerly closed the gap between them and took her lips so gently like he was afraid to scare her off. She placed her hands on the base of his neck toying with the hairs there and slightly parted his kiss with her tongue. Once he felt her tongue against his, the gentle kisses were replaced with urgent, passionate ones, desperate to taste all of her, but still keeping his slow pace. 

He gently pushed against her body to lay them down on the rug, and she felt her heartbeat start to race as she felt his body covering hers. She distantly felt a swirl of his air magick blowing around them, but all she could focus on was his soft lips kissing her like he was making up for lost time.

He pulled back to look at her with such adoration and desire in his eyes. She had never been under such an intense, raw gaze before, and she felt her cheeks warm from the attention he was giving her.

"Don't stop." Iris pulled him back down to her, unable to stop smiling.

Her lips found his again in another heated surge, and she took the time to enjoy the feel of his kiss. He was making soft groans as his strong hands roamed her sides gently, and she felt the excitement and sexual energy build inside of her. She needed to set the boundary for the night and see where his head was at because she felt herself being pulled by her blood magick impulse and carnal desire for him as the heated moments passed.  

However, the time spent longing for him from afar and in denial of her attraction to him was making the decision to keep it at just kissing harder and harder. With every capture of his soft lips, and feel of his exploring hands finding new skin to graze, her desire built higher. He was intoxicating with his entire being and the idea that she was finally kissing Beckett, and with such passion no less, was driving her absolutely wild. 

She couldn’t hold back the fantasy that often played in her head: to see what he looked like when he shook with pleasure and moaned her name. 

Iris moaned into his mouth at the thought and felt the tightness in her abdomen growing. Beckett responded to her moan by involuntarily thrusting his hips forward, desperate for contact even though their clothes. 

After a moment, she pulled back reluctantly, and looked into his darkening grey eyes breathing heavy with him. 

“It feels so right kissing you, Beck.” A small bashful smile tugged at her lips as the giddiness of the moment caught up to her. 

“I still can’t believe you’re letting me kiss you.” Beckett smiled a lopsided smile, eyes filled with building desire, and Iris couldn’t help her heart tightening with extreme emotion she felt for the Attuned laying on top of her lovingly. She knew how much Beckett overtook her mind, but being able to act on these feelings was a whole other new world for her. All of her emotions were in overdrive, and her whole body hummed for him. Her logical brain was disappearing rapidly.

She blushed harder. “I can’t believe I’m the one blushing, that’s usually your thing.” Iris laughed lightly, and Beckett joined her at her small joke at his expense holding her tighter and burying his face in the crook her neck. Inhaling her scent, Beckett hummed lightly to himself. 

“You smell amazing.” He spoke against her skin, sending vibrations throughout her body and making her even more aroused. The weight in his air magick changed as it swirled around them stronger. He then began to slowly and sensually kiss her neck, down to her collarbone back up to her neck, and immediately Iris broke out in goosebumps overcome with sensation as he paid attention to one of her more sensitive areas. 

She felt him smile against her skin, and he pulled his lips far enough away that she could feel his breath spreading across the goosebumps. Iris bit her lip and held her breath as her toes curled. She was losing control already. She could only imagine what it would be like to feel him inside her. Her thoughts got dirtier as he continued to explore her body.  

“You like that?” Beckett’s husky voice vibrated against her neck once again, and all she could do was wordlessly nod as he began to plant more kisses along her neckline, this time dipping further down her chest. He was paying extra attention to the freckles that danced across her skin as his warm fingertips started to trace her collarbone and neck lightly.  Iris ran her hands through his hair and down his broad back, getting lost in the sensations. 

"The effect you have on me is incredible." Iris sighed in pleasure as he continued a line of kisses from her neck to her shoulder, a mixture of sweet and desperate for more.

She spread her legs wider to pull him even closer, and Beckett willingly brought his body closer, eager for that connection as well. The hem of her sunflower dress rose up her thighs as his warm, roaming hand tested the boundaries throughout the kiss, gradually rising and falling down her figure. 

The feeling of his body weight on her, completely covered and surrounded by him alone, was making her magick hum inside her and around them beautifully. She felt her hair brush off her shoulders by a warm wind created by their pure emotion and magick mixing together. They were pushing a wordless limit that neither had set. 

She felt his fingers tremble slightly as his hand made his way lower and gently cupped her breast, groaning when he made contact. He kneaded slightly and took her lips hungrily in another passionate kiss in which Iris happily returned.

“Beckett!" Iris pulled away slightly to look deeply into his grey eyes, shocked by how affected she was by touch and lowered her gaze to his swollen lips. Fuck, he was irrisitable. I need him.

"I'm sorry. I-" Beckett started to apologize for crossing the boundary neither had set, but Iris interrupted him by kissing him quickly.

"Don't! Don’t apologize.” Iris spoke quickly. She took a deep breath and continued, “I'm not sorry. Far from it. I...I want to be with you, Beckett." Iris looked down to avoid his gaze at the intensity of it all, but quickly looked back at him when she heard a deep, involuntary groan escape his mouth. She could hear him break control at her words, and she wanted more. She’d never forget that sound.

"Iris... I've-I’ve wanted you for so long." He eagerly cupped her face and kissed her, making her smile against his lips and run her hands down his chest. 

"Mmmm...Beckett. Show me." Iris barely broke away from the kiss, speaking against his beautiful lips and allowed the desire to be reflected in her words, so he wouldn't have a doubt with how much she wanted this. 

He swallowed visibly and sat up briefly on his heels to remove his trademark blazer, leaving him in his dark grey button down shirt. Iris sat up with him then and kissed his neck tasting his skin, and her hands started to work her way through his buttons. She felt his breath hitch and become more shallow, and she couldn't wait to make him come even more undone. 

His hands trembled slightly and made his way over her shoulders and down the length of her back to cup her ass, and Iris moaned softly against his neck and finished unbuttoning his shirt with some Air magick. She eagerly pushed his shirt off his shoulders, drinking in the sight of his bare chest, remembering when she first saw him shirtless when he did yoga with her. 

She couldn’t help but run her exploring hands over his warming chest. He hummed in delight at her touches as he wrapped his fingers around her dress's zipper and pulled it down. 

He sucked in his breath as Iris shimmed her way out of her dress, leaving her only in her underwear in front of him.

"You're... You're so beautiful, Iris."  Beckett fawned over her and kissed her again with more urgency. She returned the kiss fiercely and ran her hands through his hair and loved the way it felt beneath her fingers, knowing she was messing up his traditional well-kempt style. 

He began to graze his palms against her bare skin, and Iris could feel his touch long after he left the area of skin. He was drinking in the feel of her skin, taking his time, and Iris felt herself melt.

Standing back and getting some distance between them, Iris made eye contact with Beckett. She could see his erection straining against his pants, and she was eager to see all of him and fully please him.

Let’s give him a night to remember forever.

He was beginning to stare at the tops of her breasts that peaked from her bra. Smirking and reaching behind herself, she unhooked her strapless bra with one motion, and let her bra drop on the carpet without breaking eye contact. 

Beckett’s eyes grew wide, and he hissed at the sight of her bare chested in front of him. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Beckett breathed as he quickly closed the distance between them and enveloped her into his arms wrapping her tightly with another passionate kiss, and the wetness between her legs grew at Beckett swearing. Him talking dirty to her would surely be the death of her. 

He began to kiss down her neck and make his way to her breasts with open mouth kisses. Every now and then he would trace his tongue across her skin to taste her. When he made it to her breasts, he took his time kissing the skin there, and when he got her nipples they were already sensitive with anticipation. 

Her fingers dug their way in Beckett’s hair making a home there as he claimed her breasts with his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple with just the right amount of pressure and pain as his tongue swirled around her bud, and she felt her body create a moan from deep inside.

“Come here.” Iris commanded and was surprised to hear how husky her voice had become. She felt so sexy and sure of herself. She was loving how empowered he made her feel as the heated moments passed. His lips let go of her nipple with a loud pop, and he looked so disheveled but eager to please. 

Iris laid herself back down on the carpet, letting the fuzzy material caress her skin that was already humming with sensational delight. With the sexiest mischievous smile she could muster, Iris waved him down to her, and almost laughed at how quick he was down on the ground covering her with his body and kisses.

She had already decided that she wanted to drive Beckett Harrington absolutely wild and give him something to remember for the rest of the summer, but with every one of his touches, she felt her own sexual energy being fueled. The room’s temperature rose a few degrees as Iris’ Sun magick sparked.

Kissing him and teasing his tongue with her own, she carefully ran her hand down the length of him through his pants. He broke the kiss immediately to give a deep groan and eagerly helped her when she began to unzip his pants and push them down and off his legs. 

Hooking her leg around his waist, she began to move her hips so she could rub herself against his bulge through their underwear, aching for him, as she captured his lips. His body trembled slightly, and she held behind his neck tighter, pulling him closer to her, completely enveloping him in her kiss.  

Iris began to feel her way down his toned back, reminding herself of the countless yoga sessions she’d spend staring at it, and tucked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers to pull them down so she could see all of him.

He sprung out of his boxers, and Iris felt a warm blush cover her cheeks as she saw his cock for the first time. 

“Beckett…” Was all Iris could manage to say as he claimed her lips again. When she felt his fingers pulling down the only piece of clothing left between them both, she reached down to hold his hard length in her hand.

“I-Iris,” Beckett hissed as she began to pump him slowly, resting his forehead against hers as he struggled to not moan. He was turning on Iris so much that she felt a surge of sexual confidence overcome her as she spoke.

“Tell me your fantasy…” Iris moaned, loving the effect she had on him. 

“I already did,” Beckett croaked out, and looked slightly confused and out of it, and this brought much amusement to Iris. 

“No...you know.” She gave a little chuckle which made his cock twitch, "Tell me a sexual fantasy you have." Iris runs her hand along the length of him again this time with more pressure.

“Shit, Beck. You’re really sexy” Iris could feel herself saying out loud as she gazed upon the blushing Metal Att, his hard cock in her hand. 

Beckett groaned loudly as Iris began to deftly work her hand down his hard length, and she felt her toes curl in delight at the noise. She wanted to hear more, yearned for more. She squeezed him harder on her next pass up his erection, and swiped his precum at the top. His hips jerked in her palm, and she smirked as his eyes shut tight. 

“Iris” He breathed out shakily.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Iris teased him and slowed her movements almost to a dead stop, getting incredibly aroused by having this power on him. She stopped moving her hand after he still didn’t respond.

“Hmm?” Beckett spoke breathlessly, clearly missing the feeling of her hand stroking his cock.

She let out a small laugh and Beckett’s hipped jerked, urging her to continue. She took her fingertips and lightly brushed their way up the length of his penis and gently swirled around his tip. Just enough contact to please and not tease, but not nearly enough for Beckett. He impatiently whimpered as she continued her slow strokes. 

Using the way his eyes were tightly shut and the way his body slightly trembled as a motivation to continue, she sexily purred, “Beck, tell me a fantasy of yours...”, letting all of her magical seduction energy pour out of her. She increased the pressure she stroked his cock as she gave him the pleasure he was looking for.

He jerked his hips as she gave him more of what he wanted, but as she started to slow down again as he didn’t answer, he started to speak in a rushed husky tone.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to hear.” He moaned into her neck, and she twisted her hand around the head of his penis. “Fuck, Iris!” His breath spread across her neck.

“Tell me dirty thoughts you’ve had about me, Beck” Iris whispered as she stroked his eager dick with a rhythm now. She could feel him audibly gulping so she continued.

“Have you ever touched yourself to me?” She continued her teasing and wanted to blame the summer solstice energy for making her so bold, but truth was, she has craved to lose control with Beckett for a long time.

She didn’t know if he was thinking of what to say or just couldn’t speak because Beckett moved his head to stare at her with his mouth open for a few moments. He was starting to tremble slightly again under her touch as he shakily moaned. Teasing him further, she started to slow down her rhythm and strokes. 

“...Y-Yes! Yes, I’ve touched myself thinking about you.” He gulped loudly and looked into her eyes. His desire was clear in his reflective eyes.

"Mmm...Beckett, you're so fucking sexy." Iris could feel how wet she was as her underwear hung around the tops of her knees forgotten with her passionate question earlier. His warm hands were frozen by her thighs as her brazen spark of sexual energy took control of the moment.

“Tell me more” She huskily demanded stroking faster and applying more pressure. He bucked into her hands not even trying to stop. Feeling the warm pulse of her blood magick growing stronger, she decided to take it further.

She stopped her movements all together, causing him to groan, and lightly pushed on his chest, motioning him to lay down on his back. Iris thought he looked like a Greek God sprawled out on the luxury rug, lips swollen, and his cock eager and ready. She knew she was driving him mad, but she had only begun. 

As Iris crawled her way to his naked body, Beckett’s eyes widened in the anticipation. When she made it to him, she ran her hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the feel of his muscles getting taunt under touch. Making eye contact the whole time, Iris lowered her mouth to place open mouth kisses on his chest. 

“Iris…” was all that Beckett was able to say as he watched her kiss lower, and his eyes rolled back as she darted her tongue out to taste his skin. As she got closer to his erection, she could feel his leg muscles tighten as his hands were fists at his sides, not willing himself to touch her just yet. 

“Mmm...I’ve thought about tasting you for such a long time.” Iris admitted as she took him in her hands again, stoking him gently. She looked up at Beckett to see his flushed face and mouth open, staring, causing her to smirk her mischievous smile. 

Still keeping eye contact, she flicked her tongue out slowly over his tip, tasting his precum as she held his shaft. 

“Shit…” Beckett breathed heavily, and Iris could see his chest moving up and down as he became undone. 

“Still don’t think I got an answer to my question though…” Iris sexily purred as she licked his tip and down his shaft, back up to the top. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you touch yourself…” After she finished, she took his tip in her mouth quickly and popped off with a loud pop, teasing him beautifully. 

“You will be the death of me.” Beckett’s voice was hoarse and desperate, and she knew he was close to needing release. 

She hummed, satisfied with herself, and took him in her mouth again, this time going even lower down his shaft, but not nearly enough for Beckett. When she stopped this time, she replaced her mouth with light strokes of her fingers, teasing him further. 

“This.” Beckett spoke almost too loud for the moment as he tried to keep his composure but failed miserably. “You taking me in your mouth, feeling your tongue against m…” he stopped speaking as she finally took him all in her mouth. His hands reached out to caress her skin as she took him in her mouth over and over, creating a beautiful rhythm. When she began to move her hand along with her tongue and mouth, he started swearing under his breath. 

“Mmm...so good. Well, I’m happy to oblige,” Iris found herself saying out loud after she released her working mouth from him as she continued to stroke him. She didn’t realize how much she belonged in this role of pleasing Beckett until she had his beautiful body under her palm and control. 

Face flushed more than Iris has ever seen, Beckett sat up and captured Iris’ lips in a sensual kiss all while she continued to stroke him. He stopped the kiss to lean his forehead against her panting as he no longer tried to hide how much he wanted her.

“Have you ever thought about fucking me?” Iris boldly asked in the darkness, having only the moonlight dance across their features. Beckett made a startled noise in his throat before moaning deeply and kissed her again, tongues caressing one another. 

“Y-Yes. God, Iris, I want you so badly.” Beckett confessed against her swollen lips.

It was Iris’ turn to come undone as Beckett’s strong hand made his way down her naked back, over her ass, and back around to swipe a finger along her wet folds. The instant spark she felt was evident as her magick surged out of her and gave her body a brief warm glow. 

Beckett stopped momentarily to look in awe at the glowing Attuned in front of him, “Iris. You’re incredible.” He kissed her shoulders as his fingers continued their exploration of her wetness with gentle touches. When his now wet finger made his way to her clit and did a lazy circle around it, Iris moaned deeply. 

They stayed like that for a while, each one touching the other, moaning into each others’ skin and climbing higher in ecstasy. Iris’ moans were coming closer together as he kept circling her clit with built up pressure and speed. 

“Yes, keep making those noises for me.” Beckett huskily demanded into the nape of her neck, as he easily slipped a finger into her core, and Iris could barely contain herself. 

“Fuck!” She grinded her hips into his finger making it go even deeper, and even though her strokes were now lazier on his hard cock, she could see he was enjoying himself just as much watching her come undone. 

“Shit, yes, I feel you tightening around my finger, just like that.” Beckett coaxed her in her ear as he continued to pump into her, adding another finger, all while never losing his momentum with her clit. 

She had no idea that Beckett, who would blush at their connected hands whenever she handed a book over to him, would be this comfortable enough to dirty talk with her. While she often dreamt of it, she never imagined he would actually be this wild. It was enough to make her come undone as the seconds passed, and she could feel her lower abdomen tighten and release as her ecstasy climbed higher and crashed wonderfully.

“Beckett!” Iris moaned loudly, holding onto his body tightly, surprised by how hard she was cumming around his fingers, and she could only faintly feel his kisses down her neck and chest as she made her way back down from her orgasm. 

When she opened her eyes again, her heart tightened in her chest. The complete adoration and obvious desire in Beckett’s eyes as he watched her, moved Iris so much that she vowed she’d never forget this moment. 

“You’re glowing...quite literally.” Beckett, amazed with her, ran his hands over her body like she was priceless art. Iris felt her body warm even more as she blushed from his compliment. She felt herself craving his affection, wanting to be everything he desires.

When her glowed died down, and she got a chance to catch her breath, she pushed Beckett lightly so that he was laying back down on his back. She wasn’t even close to being done with him. 

Climbing on top of his body, she positioned her sensitive pussy over him and grinded slightly to tease him. He threw his head back and gripped her hips, grounding her even harder into him. 

“I’ve fantasized this moment so many times…” Iris purred as she ran her hands along his chest, enjoying having him under her. Without warning, Iris then sank herself into his length, which easily filled her up with how wet she was. 

“Iris!” Beckett’s eyes shot open, looking so vulnerable at her that her heart hurt, and he gripped onto her hips desperately holding onto her like if he let go, he would fall apart.

She stayed like that for a little while, him filling her up completely, and gazed at the Metal-Att beneath her softly. Her features were illuminated by the glowing moonlight pouring in from the floor to ceiling windows in Beckett’s living room, and she couldn’t help but watch his hands roam her body, loving the effect he had on her as each swipe of his hand left goosebumps on her skin. 

“So beautiful.” He spoke so passionately as he touched her, that Iris found herself thanking her lucky stars again for putting her in this position. 

She began to create a rhythm with her hips slowly at first, then picking up the pace gradually, using his moans as motivation on what he likes. He was letting her make the pace for a bit, but after a couple thrusts, she found him meeting her hips with every stroke. Occupied with the pleasure of Beckett, Iris could barely register that the gold metal detailing on the frames on the walls behind them started to creak as they changed shapes. 

“You’re incredible Iris…” Beckett groaned as she made her pace fiercer and tightened around him. Iris was lost in the moans and sounds of their bodies coming together. Beckett’s grip on her hips was becoming harder, and she found herself wanting bruises on her hips to remember this night. When he released a hand to rub circles on her clit again, she threw her head back in pure ecstasy and never stopped her rhythm.

“I’m not going to...fuck...I’m going to come soon.” Beckett moaned deeply as he watched her pussy take all of his cock over and over. 

“Mmm...Beckett, I want you to give me your all.” Iris moaned as she grabbed her breasts in her hands, needing more sensation. 

Iris barely registered what was happening, as Beckett flipped her on her back and was now completely covering her body with his. When he entered back inside of her with a deep thrust filling her up completely, she began moaning his name.

“Keep saying my name,” Beckett moaned into her neck as he continued to thrust his hips into her wetness, never slowing down his pace. It was almost too much for Iris as she wrapped her legs around him wanting deeper, but she loved the feeling spreading all across her body. She knew he was close, and she wanted him to cum harder than he could ever have imagined. 

“Beckett! Yes! Fuck me, Beckett!” Iris loudly moaned, barely able to control herself, and she faintly saw that she was producing light orbs circling all around them. His Air magick was starting to spark again with hers, and a warm breeze circled all around them. When he pulled up from her nape, he looked deep into her eyes with heavy lids, and Iris could see the deep longing held there. He reached down to join their lips and another surge of Sun magick poured from Iris in the pure pleasure.

“Come for me, Beck.” Iris whispered to him, lost in their moment together, as he rested his forehead against hers, all while keeping his pace. 

“Hmmmggghh” was all that Beckett could muster out as his hips met hers haphazardly, just moving his body out of pure lust. Iris couldn’t tell where her body ended and where his began. 

“I’m coming!” He groaned deeply and claimed her lips again as his hips thrusted wildly, and Iris could feel him spasming on top of her. “Oooh fuck, Iris, fuck.” He spoke against her slick skin as he rode out his orgasm causing her to feel a deep sense of pride. She would never tire of hearing that. 

After his hips and thrusts slowed down to an almost dead stop, he looked into her eyes and continued stroking himself into her. Iris’ eyes widened as this felt so pure of emotion and vulnerability that her heart wasn’t prepared. She could tell how sensitive his cock must have been after coming as he continued to slowly pump into her because he’d break their gaze every so often to close his eyes and relish the feeling. Running her hands over his back and back up to cup his face, she took his lips in a kiss that held a sweet promise: that she’d never let go. 

Beckett must have felt her emotion as well pouring through the kiss because his cheeks turned even more pink with his signature blush. He rested his forehead against hers and they stayed like that for a while, holding each other, still connected, and every so often placing a lazy kiss on each others’ skin. 

“Wow,” was all that Iris could muster after a few moments. Beckett smiled a genuine smile that made her stomach do flip flops, and he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself out. He laid down next to her but quickly laid on his side and pulled her into him. Iris buried her face into his chest and inhaled the cologne mixed with musk that was Beckett after sex. She couldn’t stop smiling and was pretty sure that he could feel her smiling against his skin, but she didn’t care. Iris couldn’t remember a time where she was happier. 

“Yeah, wow.” Beckett laughed slightly and held her even tighter to him with unspoken promises. 

“Just a little something for you to remember me throughout the summer,” Iris teased and felt his body shake with laughter. 

“I will remember this night until the day I die. It would be impossible to have any other thoughts that aren’t you this summer and beyond,” Beckett confessed. 

“Not like that is much different for me from before, but yeah I agree.” Iris kissed his chest, and felt him push her back so that he could look into her eyes. 

“You mean that?” Beckett asked, almost scared of her answer, and all she wanted to do was cradle his heart and protect it. 

“Of course, Beck. I’ve liked you for such a long time. It’s kinda pathetic really.” She laughed at herself and allowed all her emotions to be shown in her eyes as she confessed more of her feelings to the man that held her heart. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear that.” Beckett pulled her back into him, and Iris could hear his heart stammering in his chest. She wanted to stay like this forever, listening to his heartbeats and breath. 

“Well, we will just have to make up for lost time now, won’t we?” Iris spoke, placing warm kisses on his heart, each one a new promise. 

“Definitely. There’s so many things I want to try with you, and I warn you now, my thirst for knowledge cannot be quenched.” He told her as he rubbed her back slowly and lazily, neither of them a care in the world. 

“Challenge accepted,” was the last thing Iris remembers saying before fading away into sleep on the beautiful summer night that gave her the spark of courage she needed all along. 

Thank you, sun. Iris thought and finally drifted to sleep, more content that she had been in a long time.

~End~

Author note: I hope you guys liked it! Any time I imagined Beckett and my MC having sex, Beckett is more the submissive one. I have sooo many ideas that I want to flesh out later. However, we know from the books that Beckett has his dominant streak in him too, so they like to switch roles every now and then ;)

Please let me know what you thought! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading! :)

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Would anyone like to be tagged in my upcoming Beckett x f!MC fic ? It's about Beckett's pov during the times mc was hurt and it's probably going to be a 2 part series.