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 .
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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. đ My guy
Warnings: A little bit of jealousy, but is nothing out of this world, they are cute and in love
-I still don't understand why you bought this tuneless device for me.Â
-And I already told you, Beck. It works for a bunch of stuff. Sets alarms, play audiobooks, track your daily activities. That helps me a lot when I'm practicing Thieth. It can help on your secret workout section.Â
-You practice yoga with me everyday.Â
-Yes, Beckett, I do. And I don't have a six pack. -She pointed out, to which he only rolled his eyes and continued.
-And between all my activities, I don't have the time for a 'secret workout section'. You know that, we spent the vast majority of the day together.Â
-My mother always says that a man can always find some way to hide something, if he really wants.Â
-And you think that what I would choose to hide from you would be a workout section? -He lifted one of his eyebrows.Â
-Why Harrington? Do you have anything else that you want to hide from me? -It was her turn to lift an eyebrow, but the smirk on her lips didn't let her expression be too serious.Â
-You know very well I do not. Besides, considering how many people in this school wish to take my place, if I was hiding something, you would already know. -His voice grew to be clearly annoyed, meanwhile, her smirk turned into a smile instantly, because she knew perfectly well what he was implying.Â
-Oh my, is THE Beckett Harrington jealous right now? -she poked his side. Her smile growing bigger as he turned red.Â
It was risky, Eli knew it. They were in this thing for almost a year now, before he really considered himself to be a true pendpal, before he accepted that he now had friends, before Rafe.Â
And while they were definitely a thing, they weren't that thing she wanted them to be. They did everything a couple did. Sometimes even more.Â
They spend almost every moment together, they went on little dates, he gave her flowers almost daily, made notes specifically for her so she could understand her classes better, they slept together with most of the nights just holding each other and actually sleeping, he gave her the sweetest forehead kisses and held her hand all the time, and she knew fully well he did not appreciated PDA but knew she did.Â
Most married couples aren't so serious. Sheira had told her, and she knew it. And yet, he didn't ask that goddamn question. So she didnât imply anything.Â
But now, he gave her the perfect opportunity, so what could she possibly do if not take that opportunity.Â
-I don't believe I have a reason to be. -He answered when the red had subdued.Â
He tried to play it cool, but she knew him too well. She could hear the words he didn't say. She knew he was asking her if he had a reason to be jealous. He was laid on her bed, as usual, but his eyes were not on her, and that was unusual. He was scared of her answer.Â
She sat down closer to him. He was laid on his side, so she placed herself in front of her torso, placing her hand on his face and caressing her thumb against his cheek.Â
-I don't believe you have a reason to be. Although you say otherwise, only one person showed interest in me since I came here.Â
-And why do you think that is, Eli? -He sat down, lacing her hand on his, while the other touched her face in adoration. -Why do you think I must be by your side every minute? Why I never let go of your hand? Why I kiss you out of nowhere?
-Because you have an enormous crush on me that you can't get over no matter how hard you try? -Her smirk made him smile hopelessly. Â
-I never tried to get over it, first of all. Besides my enormous crush on you, it's the eyes. The eyes that follow you everywhere, Eli. I don't know how you don't see it. Everywhere you go, everyone watches you, with eyes filled with hope that one day you'll look towards them as well. Goddammit, last week I went to the bathroom and that guy from your team was asking you if you wanted to do something after practice.Â
-He told me it was a team outing, Beck.
-Yeah, one that neither Griffin nor Zeph knew about.Â
-Besides, I said no.Â
-I know you did. Still, you don't know what it's like.Â
-That's what you think. Do you have any idea how many of this year's juniors are watching you? A girl came to ask me if you were single Beck. How many times has that happened to you?Â
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it. His eyes instantly got bigger. He was not expecting her to say that.Â
-What did you answer her, Eli?
-That's irrelevant. Â
-Eli, what did you tell her?Â
-I think you know what I told her, Beckett Harrington.Â
-Full name won't work this time and I don't. What did you tell her, Eli?Â
-Had any blonde girl come to you asking for a date, Harrington? If not, I think you know what I told her.Â
His face turned to a lovestruck smile.Â
-You told her I wasn't single, didn't you, Eli? -She looked away from him when his smile became too blinding. He took that opportunity to kiss her temple, her cheeks, her eyes. -Did you tell her you were my girlfriend?
-You are the one saying that, Harrington, not me.Â
-I can almost see it. The skeptical look on your face, you looked her up and down I'm sure of it, and you tried to be crude, but she didn't realize it because you never can do it. Then you said it, the most beautiful words "No, I am his girlfriend". Was it like it, Eli?Â
She didn't say anything. Because Eli knew Beckett, but he also knew her. It was exactly what had happened, but she would not admit it.Â
-I won't say it before you do, Harrington. No matter how much you annoy me.
-Why must you be so headstrong, my love? -He held her face, forcing her to look at him. -Eli, can I also tell people that you are my girlfriend?Â
Her face broke on a sweet smile and she melted on his hands.Â
-Ask properly, Harrington. Â
He smiled, letting a little bit of air come out of his nose.Â
-Eli, my sun and all my stars, will you be my girlfriend?Â
-I'll think about it. -She pulled him closer, smiling almost as much as him. -Okay, I will.Â
-You are impossible.Â
-And yet, you love me. -She joked against his lips.Â
-I really do.Â
Before she could say anything, he kissed her, making her melt on his arms. She, with her hand on his face, pulled him closer, and he held her by her waist, hugging her close and closer, as if he could not bear to be apart from her not even by a centimeters, not even by a second.Â
But their peace was disrupted almost immediately. A loud beep was almost deafening when compared to the silence they had before.Â
When they look down on the watch on Beckett's arm. The words "Abnormal heart rate decteted" were in bright red. Almost as red as Beckett's face.Â
-I'll never wear this again.Â
Eli's cheeks hurted from how much she laughed. She held his face on her hands, running her thumbs on his cheeks before giving him a small kiss.Â
âYou have a leaf in your hair.â - Beckett x reader (MC)
You were walking through the forest with your friends, back towards campus after Aster had shown you her little brothers and sisters and how they celebrated their birthday in the forest. You pause to take a look at one of the flowers, bright and glowing, you remember Beckett telling you about this particular flower not too long ago and you smile, having noticed that it was now in full bloom. You turn around and see Beckett standing behind you, a small smile on his face.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask and he shrugs, taking a step towards you as he reaches up and says
âYou have a leaf in your hairâ you crack a smile and tease him
âSurely that isnât the reason you are here Beckett?âÂ
âAh right, well I wanted to spend more time with youâ he says sheepishly. You chuckle
âItâs alright Beckett, Iâm just teasing. Itâs nice to know that you like to spend time with me, your little old girlfriendâ you say and he beams leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips
âOf course I do Y/N. More than anythingâ he says and you beam you knew he was telling the truth. You intertwine your fingers together and make your way along the path following your friends
Beckett x f!MC headcanons where MC is also a nerdy person who LOVES reading?
Thank you so much for writing to me! I absolutely love my sweet nerdy boi Beckett. Great thinking of what mc would be like as a nerd too!
Sooooo many bookstore and library dates, man. Like every time they travel together they almost always have a day dedicated to books of other cultures
Unlike canon beckett x mc, it's actually Beckett teasing his girlfriend at how adorably nerdy she is
Heâs knows that heâs one to talk, since heâs a bookworm himself but it doesnât stop him from booping her nose when sheâs reading a book and he needs her attention
Hereâs the thing though; Beckettâs select genre of books is mostly history and old magickal theory, his girlfriend mostly enjoys fantasy, adventure and art books
 I would imagine her also being a bit of an artist/musician. The music for fun but really wanting to do art and fictional novels as a career (very different from my personal headcanon)
Beckett however wants to make massive, change-the-view-of-the-way-we-see-magick-as-a-whole, levels of research in Ward magick and Thaumaturgy (pretty much canon in the books)
Even though sheâs a lot more active in comparison to Beckett since sheâs on the varsity Thief team, heâs usually the one to snap her out of her reading breaks because sheâs so hooked on the latest novel that sheâs reading
Some of their more low-key dates are just Beckett wrapping his arms around her in bed but his hands are holding a book that the both of them are reading silently at the same timeÂ
Beckett always asks her âDone?â right before he turns the page
Sometimes one of them (normally his gf) will drift into sleep in the otherâs arms and the other will smile fondly at them as they put the book away and nap with them
You can also guess how competitive and cutthroat they are with theyâre classes together, though
Yeah itâs all in good faith but if your an outsider observing, they seem like actual rivals
(In the cutest way though)
Needless to say, these 2 sexy nerds are a match made in heaven!
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this is so adorable iâm sick!!!đŁđ¤ you always have the cutest hcs!!
Some of their more low-key dates are just Beckett wrapping his arms around her in bed but his hands are holding a book that the both of them are reading silently at the same timeÂ
Beckett always asks her âDone?â right before he turns the page
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Hey i don't know if you are taking request or not but if you are would mind doing something where book1 or pre dating time Mc getting jealous because someone flirted with Beckett. Also i love your work â¤â¤â¤â¤
- MCâs mind is not their own during the thief championship celebration, the very own championship they secured with the immense help of their teammates. itâs almost juvenile to say that MC is zoned in on beckett harrington in the corner of the banquet hall.
- he hasnât congratulated me yet, MC thinks, pouting ever so slightly, and who is it that heâs speaking to? they sure look happy...
- MC should be mingling. they should be celebrating with their teammates, laughing and enjoying the party, but noâtheyâre sulking by the buffet table, mustering smiles at anyone who comes up to congratulate them for the win.
- zeph bounds over, grinning, with two drinks in hand. he hands one over to MC, whoâs almost too distracted to accept. he nudges them, teasing, âyou lovesick puppy... go get him! ask him to dance.â
- with a small push from zeph, MC is off, striding across the party to ask beckett to dance.
- the person who beckett is speaking to playfully slaps his chest and steps closer, dusting away a couple of stray hairs from his forehead. they even settle a hand on beckettâs arm.
- seeing this, MC nearly trips over their feet. weâve hugged, weâve kissed. does it mean nothing to beckett?
- MC is painfully embarrassed, even more so when the person beckett is speaking to notices their presence and loops their arms around beckettâs neck, grinning sweetly as they do so.
- this is how they wanna play it? fine, MC thinks.
- as expected, beckett moves away instantly, clearing his throat and stating, âi have a partner already. please donât do that again.â and he excuses himself, stepping around a dancing couple until he comes face to face with a seething MC.
- the smile that splits across beckettâs face is dazzling. he engulfs MC in an embrace, breaking apart when he realizes what heâs done. âthat was brash, i apologize! i shouldnât haveââ
- MC only shakes their head, tugging him back into the hug. âno, donât apologize. dance with me?â i like it when you hold me, MC almost wants to say.
- beckett accepts, and together, they idly drift across the dance floor.
- âso...â MC begins, âwho was that?â
- âa family friend,â beckett says, âi only gave them the time of day because their family had connections with mine. what you saw was...â
- âbeckett, you donât need to explain yourself to me. iâm not... jealous or anything.â
- beckett mightâve believed MC if he didnât know them so well, if they didnât try to avoid eye contact with him whilst grumbling.
- âyou could at the very least try to sound convincing,â beckett says. he fails at concealing his giddy smile, earning another sheepish groan from MC.
- âdonât get cocky, beckett harrington.â
- beckett laughs, tugging MC closer by the waist. he leans in to whisper against their ear, âi like it when youâre jealous.â
- âyeah? youâll like this even better.â MC curls one hand into beckettâs brown locks, capturing his lips in a kiss so fierce that it nearly knocks him off his feet. MCâs grip on beckettâs hair is unusually tight, but he likes it, so much so that he groans into their mouth, matching their fervor with his own.
- somewhere in the crowd, thereâs the faint sound of glass smashing into concrete. MC cracks open an eye, smiling into the kiss as beckettâs friend haphazardly cleans up the broken glass they dropped.
a/n: hi love! thank u for reading my works and sending in this request. sorry it took a while, but i hope u enjoy this one <333 and yes guys iâm alive!!! college has just been crazy. iâll be posting a beckett fic soon i promise!
authorâs note: this fic was a request from tanu after the brief scene i wrote in my other beckett x f!mc fic, the sunshine of life.
copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios.
series/pairing: the elementalists â beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell)
rating/warnings: 13+; family tension, fluff
word count: 2.4k
based on/prompt: request from @robintoraâ
summary: celeste meets beckettâs parents and it goes about as well as expected.
expectations
celeste cradled her throbbing toe as she sat on the bed with beckett standing in front of her. âwhy wouldnât you give me more of a heads up? i have nothing to wear and i have to get a gift! i canât show up empty-handed!â
beckett rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. âitâs not that big of a deal, is it?â celeste gave him a pointed look. âokay, i kind of⌠forgot.â
âhow do you forget about your parents wanting to have dinner with me?!â celesteâs eyes widened in disbelief. as oblivious as her boyfriend could be sometimes, he usually wasnât this dense.
summary: a collection of kisses that beckett and mc share based on this prompt list.
warnings: suggestive and nsfw content. by viewing this work, you consent you are 18+
a/n: wanted to write smth short for him so hereâs a bunch of drabbles :â) btw if u havenât yet, check out my matchups event where i match u w/ a choices character <3
â places where people kiss
⢠at a party
The raucous music that sounds throughout the booming house is drowned out by the feel of Edenâs lips against Beckettâs. Sheâs smiling into the kiss, fingers curling into his brown locks to tug him closer. He groans at her touch, hands tightening around her waist.
âWe need to get out of here,â he mumbles.
Eden pulls away to breathe, sighing, âWeâre the hosts.â A small laugh falls from her mouth as Beckett lowers his head to leave quick kisses down the column of her neck. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure, and she allows herself to bask in the feeling of his body pressed to hers.
âWeâll be quick,â he murmurs, brushing another kiss along her pulse point, âNo one will noticeââhis lips skim her jawlineââI promise.â
Curse him and his insanely persuasive methods, Eden thinks. Sheâs about to take him up on his offer and abandon her duty when Atlasâ shout cuts over the softening music.
âQuit sucking face and join the party!â Atlas calls. Sheâs standing by the beer pong table, drinking from a red solo cup with an arm slung around a giggling Aster.
With a shared, sheepish look, they break apart, but not before Eden mumbles a promise to pick up where they left off into Beckettâs tinged ear.
⢠in the shower
Eden buckles as Beckett pushes into her, fingers grasping at nothing but the cold tiles pressed to her chest. She releases a quiet mewl when he begins to move, slowly but deeply, building up a rhythm that has her head swimming with ecstasy.
She twists her head, moaning when Beckett meets her halfway and slants his mouth against hers. He reaches between her legs, spurring her towards her release by swirling his long digits around her clit. Eden whimpers into his mouth and Beckett only takes this as further encouragement, thrusting into her with a merciless speed.
âGod, you feel incredible,â Beckett praises.
His words come out a soft murmur, and though the rivulets of water spraying over their tangled bodies is warm, Eden shivers.
⢠in the kitchen
Wordlessly, with careful footsteps, Eden slinks behind Beckett, who is hunched over the kitchen counter. She snakes her arms around his bare torso and greets, âGood morning.â She grins, brushing a soft kiss against his shoulder.
Beckett turns his head at the welcome interruption, a warm smile spreading across his lips. âGood morning,â he says, âDid you sleep well?â
âYeah, last night knocked me right out. My legs are still sore.â
âI apologize for thatâŚâ
Even after years of being together, Beckett is still so easy to fluster. Eden stifles a laugh, watching him pipe dollops of buttercream around the small cake he baked, uselessly fighting a pink flush that has already tinted his cheeks. Itâs ten in the morning, but he figures Eden deserves a treat for, well, being Eden.
âCake for breakfast?â Eden asks, stepping around him, âI didnât know you had such a big sweet tooth.â
âThis is for you,â Beckett simply says.
âIs it like, compensation?â
Eden snickers at the exasperated sigh Beckett lets out, pecking him on the cheek. âThank you.â
â reasons why people kiss
⢠power
âLook at me.â
Eden hooks a finger under Beckettâs chin. His gaze meets hers, and she smiles. The sight of him panting underneath her is one to behold. His face is painted a pretty blush, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
âPlease,â he grits out, âplease start movingâŚâ
In response, Eden grinds her hips against his, relishing the broken moan that spills from his lips. His fingers dig into her thighs and he pleads again, âPlease, Eden.â
âIâll think about it after you give me a kiss,â Eden says. She gives him an inviting smile, tracing a finger down the middle of his chest.
A pleasant chill makes its way down the length of Beckettâs body, and he obliges much too eagerly, leaning forward and cupping the back of her neck to bring her face down to his. The kiss is languid and leaves Beckett even more breathless than before. When they part and Eden sees the desperate want in his eyes, she says, âGood boy.â
⢠celebration
Beckett is shining on stage when he presents his newest findings of ward magick to the top officials in the magickal world. Eden watches him from backstage through a monitor, an ecstatic smile strung on her features. Proud is an understatement. She isnât sure there is a word in the English language to describe the immense joy she feels for him at this moment.
A round of thundering applause concludes Beckettâs presentation. Eden jumps to her feet as he steps backstage, laughing as he sweeps her off her feet in a tight embrace.
âYou did amazing!â Eden all but cries. âThose late night practice runs were more than worth it.â
Beckett sighs with relief, his face breaking into a brilliant smile. âI have you to thank for that.â He plants a brief kiss on Edenâs smiling lips after she brushes away a few strand hairs from his eyes.
âMr. Harrington! A few words, please?â
The calls of reporters clamoring for an interview with Beckett drifts backstage, prompting the couple to share another round of giddy smiles. Before he slips away to answer their burning questions, Beckett takes the time to kiss Eden breathless. He cups her cheeks gently with the palms of his hands, brushing the tip of his nose against hers as he pulls away.
âDonât keep them waiting,â Eden says. She dabs at the corner of his lips where her lipstick has rubbed off with a napkin, giggling as Beckett leans in for one last kiss.
âI love you,â he whispers. And heâs striding back on stage again, leaving Eden with a fluttering feeling in her stomach she has only ever felt around Beckett.
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Notes: @choicesjanuarychallenge2020Â book;
@spideynonnyâ made me miss Beckett, especially early book one Beckett, so I wrote this⌠It takes place when Beckett and Emma have detention in the library and theyâre chasing books. I put an I (one) in the title in case I want to write more from this time.
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Emma and Beckett dodged the books flying around them. One book, in particular, did not want to be reshelved, zipping and zooming down the rows of the library avoiding their grasp.Â
âUgh,â Emma groaned loudly.Â
The book made a quick turn heading toward a dead end. It hovered there for a moment before shooting straight up above their heads as they jumped for it. The book disappeared over the top of the shelf into the next aisle.
âThis is your fault,â Beckett grumbled. âHad you shelved the book faster or held on tighter we wouldnât be here right now. Not to mention the whole spell mishap in class. â
Emma rolled her eyes and stomped her way back toward where they started.Â
âWatch out!â Beckett called.Â
Emmaâs eyes widened, freezing in her step.Â
Beckettâs strong arms pulled her swiftly back into him, away from the book that had been barreling toward them.Â
Emma relaxed as Beckettâs arms held her safely. Her hands pressed against his chest, her forehead inches from resting on his chin. Her eyes settled on his, there was a warmth she had never seen. Â
Beckett cleared his throat, dropping his arms.
Emma felt a shift in his breathing as his eyes turned distant. She pushed him away creating distance between them, shaking the moment away. âThanks⌠I guess.âÂ
âWe still have to track down that book,â Beckett reminded her, unphased by her appreciation or the moment, which she was now thinking was all in her head.Â
âI know! Whatever would I do without you here? â Emma retorted crossing her arms across her chest continuing on in search of the allusive book.Â
Choices: The Elementalists - Beckett Harringston x Reader, angst
Beckett Harrington couldnât change. He was cold and harsh, not a bone in his body that was the least bit decent - let alone, kind. He was a hurricane: freezing, angry, dangerous, leaving nothing but ruins in his path. His every waking moment was a tempest that swept you from your stable ground and demolished any foundation on which you could land. He turned your world upside down every time he so much as looked you way.
And you wanted to hate him.
God, you wanted to hate him.
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âBeckettâŚâ you said his name through a sob, unable to calm your breathing long enough to say something - anything. You kept your hands pressed to his wound until his shaky fingers drifted over their skin, trying to reach you. You grasped his hand, ignoring the way the blood made it hard to hold on.
â(Y/n), Iââ
âNo,â you silenced him with a cry and quick shake of your head. If only you could push the bile in your throat back down into your stomach and force your lungs to expand normally. Then the two of you could have a beautiful scene like those in the movies - lovers torn apart as the sun sets behind them, the battle already won.
âPleaseâŚâ
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You couldnât stop yourself from glaring as you sat down for class. If only you had some other attunement. Then you wouldnât have to suffer through classes with a know-it-all who thought he was better than everyone else because his family had been top of the class no matter what school they attended.
You really couldnât handle any more of Harrington in his blue blazer with the Penderghast crest, a book bag slung over his shoulder. It was bad enough that your whole life you had been stuck with him in your classroom, his shadow always thrown far and wide enough to diminish any sort of achievement you had.
And now you went to Penderghast and it was the same deal.
What did the world have against you?
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You couldnât say no to him. Not now. Not when you could feel him slipping away from you, second by second, bit by bit, moment by moment. How would you be able to live with yourself if the last thing you did was deny him?
He coughed, and something in it sounded fatal. Your heart seized; Fate had curled itâs fingers around your beating heart and squeezed it until it bled freely.
You leaned your head down, your ear hovering over his mouth. It scared you that you could barely feel his breath on your cheek. What happened, when you died? Did you lungs slowly collapse until there was no room for air? Or did they fall in on themselves suddenly, the weight strong enough to crush bones?
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âToday you are partnering with the person on your left to discover their deepest fear. Itâs a Moon spell, but one of the easiest forays into that specific field,â said Professor Eglund, pacing in front of the blackboard. The classroom was so silent, you could hear the tap of his shoes (made of dragonhide, you thought).
You watched as he explained the procedure: pointer fingers touching the side of your partnerâs temples, thumbs on the cheek, directly below the eyes, hands cupping their ears. When it was time to do it, Beckett turned to you, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his brow set in a concentrated frown. You watched how his mouth moved as he whispered the incantation and felt the cold touch of his hands. When he pulled away, his mouth quirked, and his eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly.
âNow itâs my turn,â and he looked at you with bright eyes, as though he was excited to know what it felt like - to be known that intimately.
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ââŚI loved you,â he whispered against your skin, and it sounded as though every word was an effort, every syllable a work of art that took months, perhaps years to craft. You inscribed the words on your heart, digging every letter into your flesh, knowing that a scar would remain, hoping that, at the very least, it would be beautiful.
You whispered your love into his own ear, tracing his cheek with your fingers, leaving a trail of blood in your wake. You pressed a kiss to his temple, and the cold skin was not refreshing like it used to be.
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âBy all measures, youâve ruined any and all structure I have to my life.â
You scoffed and tossed a pillow at Beckett from across the room. âWhat you mean to say, is âthank you, (Y/n), for getting me out of my boring studies about practical magic and learning cool, relevant applications.â.â
âIs that what this is called?â Beckett raised an accusatory eyebrow, but his mouth pulled into a grin. You floated over to him, trying your best to focus on your air magic, which kept you suspended above the ground, your head threatening to hit the ceiling. You had learned the spell from an upperclassmen - as close to flying as you could get. Beckett had tried to tell you that there was no way the two of you could do it, but he picked up the spell with ease.
âDonât act like you were doing something cooler when I came to get you.â
âI was definitely doing something easier,â he grumbled to himself, as he dipped a foot or two.
âYeah, butââ you cut yourself off with a shriek as you fell downward, your concentration having broke.
You landed squarely on top of Beckett with a thud. He groaned underneath you, and you tried to scramble off of him, but only managed to get more tangled in his arms. You sighed, hesitating before you looked at Beckett. You could imagine his face, a scowl contorted with frustration.
But when you turned to look at him, he started to laugh, his eyes shining with mirth as his whole body shook with pure joy.
When he calmed down, you took him in. His chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, his disheveled hair that looked so soft in the glow of the lamp, the easy smile on his lipsâŚ
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