a tribute to the elementalists✨ it’s a bit late now but i wanted to finish it regardless. i love this series and characters so much, i had to do something for them! i hope you enjoy.💚
He takes pride in himself as a walking encyclopedia. After all, why wouldn’t he? He grew up reading hefty tomes and practicing spells that were well beyond his peers’ skill level. If there was a problem posed before him, he was determined to solve it, to unravel its mysteries. On nearly every occasion, he succeeds.
This an anomaly, he tells himself as he bores a hole into Eden Russell from across the room.
Being the star athlete of the Thief team and a Sun-Att makes Eden insufferable. At least to Beckett. She challenges him with her stellar grades, outgoing nature, and as a well-rounded magick user. Beckett cannot, for the love of God, figure Eden out. How does she do it?
He doesn’t deny the envy he has for her, but he does resent it. Beckett Harrington doesn’t begrudge anyone. If anything, people are jealous of him.
As Eden saunters toward him, he lowers his gaze to his own exam, his chest thundering.
“Ninety-seven,” she murmurs. Her whisper tickles his ear and sends a shiver down his spine. Eden leaves a lingering scent of jasmine in her wake, and to further prove her high marks, she unfurls her copy of the exam, smirking with satisfaction when she sees the tips of Beckett’s ears tinge pink.
He crumbles his own exam scored with a ninety-five, irked to say the least. Beckett had been studying for this History of Spells exam for two weeks and he was sure, absolutely sure, that he’d outdo Eden. After all, with the Thief championship game in one week, she would be preoccupied with practice. Yet, here she is, flaunting her 97% without a care in the world.
To be frank, Eden isn’t sure how she scored higher than Beckett, but she’s definitely not complaining. Never mind the fact that his sister teaches this course, allowing him a plethora of resources she doesn’t have access to, history of spells is his strong suit. Eden was certain he’d have it in the bag, but miracles do come around and this time, they’re in favor of her.
As Professor Harrington dismisses class, Eden loiters behind to wait for Beckett. She simply wants to rub her victory in his face for a while longer in the comfort of his favorite classroom.
“Harrington,” she says, voice light with humor, “You’re treating me to a slice of Raspberry Reverie today.”
Beckett suppresses a deep sigh, dark eyes flicking up to meet Eden’s cheery face. She practically prances to the exit as he mutters, “Let’s get on with it.”
That was the bet they made. Whoever scored lower has to treat the other to cake.
“Oh, come on,” Eden drawls, slowing her pace to stroll down the hallway in step with Beckett. She takes the opportunity to study him, eyes raking over his broad shoulders and how nicely the blazer fits him. When he meets her wandering gaze with an inquiring one, she adds, “It’s okay, you know. I won’t tell anyone you’ve been dying to hang out with me again.”
Beckett huffs out a humorless laugh. “Why would I ever want to be near you?”
“Because it’s me?”
“Humility is a great look on you.”
“So is this skirt,” she chimes. Eden does a little twirl, the flares of her dress billowing out around her. She winks at Beckett, snickering to herself when he averts his eyes, his face burning when he catches a glimpse of her pink panties.
“You’re impossible,” he grumbles, quickening his steps.
That’s another question he cannot solve. If Beckett so loathed Eden, why does she cause butterflies to flutter about in his stomach? Why does one look from her turn him into an inarticulate mess?
“And you love it,” she laughs, nudging his side, “There’s no use in denying it, Harrington. Your cheeks are evident enough.”
Eden is as witty as they come, always teasing him to no end. On most days, Beckett knows better than to fall for her goading. Today isn’t that day.
He takes her wrist and makes a beeline for the classroom they’d just left. Eden is more than glad to play along to his whims, smiling giddily as he shuts the wooden door and backs her up against it. She threads her hands into his brown locks, tugging his face to hers and fitting her lips to his. Instinctively, Beckett reaches around her to lock the door before his arms circle around her middle, deepening the kiss.
Eden is a mystery, and so is this relationship of theirs.
The first time it happened, they were partnered up for a project for Spellwork class. Eden had invited herself over to Beckett’s dormitory. The frustration of having to work with each other coupled with the accumulating stress that is college life was all too much. In the heat of the moment, when Beckett was fuming about her unwillingness to cooperate, Eden leaned into him and gave him a peck on the lips.
She wanted him to shut up so badly. Beckett was so handsome with his freckles and lean build and brilliant mind, but it was a shame that he had such a sharp tongue.
Eden was flustered, blushing and apologizing profusely after pulling away, but Beckett was stupefied, feeling like he’d been the one to kiss her mid-conversation. She tasted like strawberries, sweet and comforting, and he didn’t think twice to pull her in for another kiss, relishing the softness of her lips. All thoughts of berating her were gone, replaced by a desire that made his stomach turn with need.
They agreed it was the optimal way to relieve the stress they felt, and that it was going to be a one-time thing. Yet time and time again, they find themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their uneven breaths mingling together.
“Skipping to the real dessert, huh?” Eden murmurs against his lips, a playful lilt in her voice.
Her voice draws him back to the present and elicits a low groan from his throat. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck, whispering against her skin, “You really are impossible.”
Eden is about to make another quip when Beckett wedges his knee between her thighs, a welcoming relief to her growing arousal. She presses herself against his thigh, moaning softly into his ear as Beckett sucks at the supple skin of her neck. Eden’s mind fogs, all thoughts of teasing him lost in the haze of pleasure.
Impatient, she uses Air magick to pop open Beckett’s shirt. He smirks and seizes her wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above her head. Eden releases an audible groan at not being able to feel along his abs, muttering, “You really wanna be a tease now?”
“I believe you deserve it after all the gloating you’ve done today,” Beckett says, his voice a low murmur.
“You’re awful, Harrington,” Eden breathes, hooking one leg around his hip and tugging him even closer. Beckett’s breath catches in his throat feeling Eden grind against his very evident arousal. His grip on her wrists loosens and she takes the opportunity to snake one hand around the nape of his neck, bringing his face down to hers and adding, “If anything, I deserve a prize for winning our bet.”
Eden cuts him off with a heated kiss before he can string together a sentence. All he murmurs is: “Jump.”
She obliges, and his arms loop around her thighs. She Eden isn’t sure what sets off the butterflies in her stomach—Beckett’s hands on her bare thighs or the way he picked her up without effort, as he carries her towards the desk.
“Never stop doing yoga,” Eden says, grinning.
Beckett sets her atop the desk, and to his own surprise, he releases a small laugh. He gives her a quick but searing kiss, fingers brushing Eden’s sides as he coaxes her sweater off. They divest each other of their tops with fumbling hands, soft thuds sounding throughout the empty classroom.
Soon, Beckett is kissing along Eden’s jaw and palming her breast, drawing out what he can only describe as the prettiest sounds from her mouth. Beckett gradually sinks onto the ground, trailing gentle kisses along her thighs. Eden bunches up her skirt with one hand and lifts her hips, allowing Beckett to inch her panties down tortuously slow.
“Hurry,” she mumbles.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” Beckett says, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh.
Eden makes a face, but she complies, saying, “Please, Beckett…” Then, she lowers her voice until it’s nothing more than a mere whisper, a playful smile spread across her face, adding, “I’ll return the favor. Promise.”
That seems to catch him off guard and convince him at the same time, making Eden giggle in triumph. Her laughter dies in her throat when Beckett removes her panties in one swift move and tugs her by the thighs until she’s seated on the edge.
He dives in, tracing a line along her folds. Beckett pushes apart her knees for better access and runs his tongue along her slit repeatedly, coaxing a stream of moans and whines from Eden. He deliberately slows his movements when her fingers dive into his hair, begging for more.
Only when Beckett’s face is shoved between her legs is Eden at his mercy and he loves it. He’d wanted this, wanted to make her feel good and wipe the smirk off her face, and so far, he would say he’s succeeding.
“Oh my god, please don’t stop…” Eden’s moans jump an octave as he puts his hand to use, rubbing tight circles into her clit.
As fun as it is teasing her, watching her fall apart is better. He could never grow tired of her high pitched squeaks, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulders and hair, and the way her body shakes after her release.
When he slides two slender fingers into her, she reminds herself to poke fun at him more often if this is where it gets her. Eden could never reach the places within her that makes her toes curl, but Beckett can and he does so easily.
“How does that feel?” He knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from her.
“Feels so good,” Eden grinds out, stomach tightening as she nears her climax, “Beckett, I’m gonna—”
Her cry is cut off abruptly as she comes, shuddering against Beckett’s face. Shocks of pleasure shoot through her body, reducing her to a panting mess with a satisfied smile strung on her tinted cheeks. Her fingers that had been digging into his shoulders fall away and she takes a moment to catch her breath before hopping down from the desk, legs still trembling.
Beckett knows she’d promised to return the favor but his face reddens anyway when she switches their position, pressing him against the desk so he’d have something to grab onto when she makes a mess of him.
Eden starts by leaving kisses down the front of his body until she’s kneeled before him, her face only inches away from the bulge in his trousers.
“Wait, you don’t need to—” he begins.
“I want to. Very badly.” Eden asserts. She holds his gaze, licking her lower lip in anticipation. “Now, shut up and be still for me.”
Beckett’s breath hitches as Eden undos the buckles on his belt and pushes his trousers down his thighs. She takes him in her grip, running her thumb over his precum slicked tip, and he does everything he can to fight the urge to buck into her hand.
“You detest me so much, don’t you?” Eden taunts, eyes bright with playfulness.
“No,” Beckett pants, tightening his grasp on the desk. “Eden, I could never—God, I want this, please.” All traces of rational thought are wiped from his mind as she begins stroking him slowly.
Eden relishes his incoherent state, humming softly in satisfaction before finally taking him in her mouth. Beckett chokes on his breath at the sensation of her lips wrapped around him. It’s warm and wet, and sets his stomach alight with fire.
He reaches down with slightly shaky fingers and brushes aside strands of hair that hide her face from view as she increases her pace, bobbing her head up and down measuredly. Beckett bites back a curse watching her. She looks so pretty doing something so vulgar, it’s almost infuriating.
Eden is bewitching to him, a magnetic force that Beckett can’t deny no matter how much he claims to loathe her.
Beckett swallows thickly when she pulls away to breathe. Her jaw strains a bit, but she doesn’t mind. Beckett’s flushed cheeks and soft groans are worth it. Eden flashes him an alluring smile as she continues pumping his length, and he can feel his abdominal muscles tensing.
“Shit,” he curses, voice breathy, “I need you now.”
Beckett offers Eden a hand, which she gladly takes. He sits her on the desk once more and surges forward to kiss her deeply, all the while rubbing circles into her reddened knees. It’s a small gesture, but it makes Eden’s chest leap.
“Fuck me,” Eden whispers.
“Always so demanding,” Beckett breathes in response.
“Just how you like me.”
She’s exactly right.
Eden wraps her arms around his neck loosely, anticipation drumming in her heart as he lines himself up at her entrance. Inch by inch, he guides himself into her, shivering at the way she clenches around him.
Beckett’s strokes are gentle and shallow at first, but after Eden presses her body flush against his, pleading, “Harder, please, you won’t hurt me, Beckett. I want it hard, wanna feel every inch of you,” he snaps his hips to hers and keeps a brutal pace that has her reeling.
Above them, the candelabra chandelier contorts, an effect of Beckett’s magick. His mouth finds hers amidst everything, nipping at her lower lip and drinking in the moans that fall from her mouth. Eden’s head lulls back as her body begins glowing with Sun magick, and Beckett groans in delight at the sight. He’d always loved the sight of her gleaming warmly, looking ever breathtaking.
Soon, with a final thrust, they come undone together, panting and quivering in each other's arms. Eden crumbles into Beckett and luckily, he’s steady as a rock. Hesitantly, he runs his hand up and down her bare back, earning a soft sigh from her.
After a moment of catching their breaths, they detangle themselves from one another. Collecting their clothes they’d tossed away carelessly, they dress in relative silence until Eden snorts, nodding at the bent metallic light fixture. “Good luck trying to explain that.”
“Easy fix.” With a series of hand gestures, silvery magick flows out from Beckett’s fingertips and tangles itself in the chandelier, returning the light fixture to its original shape.
“Showoff.”
“I can’t help that I know practical spells, Eden.”
“What about untwisting lighting fixtures is practical?” Eden raises an eyebrow, a suggestive smile on her lips, as she runs a hand through her tousled hair.
“It was handy just now, wasn’t it?” Beckett retorts. He dusts off his blazer and shrugs it on, smoothing the wrinkled material with his hands.
“Can’t argue with that…” Eden says, releasing a contented sigh.
There’s a pretty blush on the apple of her cheeks that matches Beckett’s, prompting the smallest of a smile from him. It’s in that moment he realizes the power she has over him. The tiniest smile from her makes him smile, makes his heart soar.
“Rain check on the cake date?” she adds. “I’m aching for a shower.”
Let me take you out on a real date, he wants to say. He would have, but his sense of judgement is intact. A relationship as complex as theirs doesn’t need any more complications. And Eden… She doesn’t see me in that way, he thinks. She couldn’t possibly feel a sliver of the things I feel for her.
“What do you say, Beckett?” Eden asks, turning her doe-like eyes on him.
Beckett Harrington is a knower of many things, and he knows Eden Russell will be the death of him.
He clears his pinched throat, giving her a stiff nod in response. “Yes, a rain check would be appropriate... and you should stop showing off your skirt.”
it's homophobia every time ryan summers appears in red carpet diaries and there's not even a mention about dave, sam or cassandra. it was his freaking birthday, you can't tell me they weren't there
Zeph: So, you’ve been practicing flirty comebacks so MC won’t leave you speechless?
Harrington: No, I’ve been practicing witty comebacks in the false sense of flirtation in order to maintain the upper hand on MC. They think they found a weakness in me but I will show them, watch.
MC: -smiling- Hey, Beckett can you-
Harrington: You’re the cutest when you smile!
MC: … Oh? -leans in- So you think there’s levels of cuteness to me?
Harrington: -flustered- W-what… I- no, yes, the thing is-
Zeph: Definitely showed MC you have the upper hand, mmhm.
i’m sorry did anyone else see that fake sex tape as a complete joke LMFAOAO idk it was out of nowhere mine was w TATUM it was so embarrassing and out of character
I MISS MY BOY SM. HE'S THE DORKIEST BOY EVER AND I'M SUCH A SUCKER FOR HIM STUTTERING AND BEING AWKWARD WHILE BEING A CUTE SOFT LIL STUBBORN BEAN AND A NERDY BOOKWORM WHO FALLS IN LOVE FOR MY TROUBLEMAKER MC AND I LOVE SO HIM SO MUCH HE COULD LITERALLY KILL ME AND I'D SAY THANKYOU, SOMEONE GET ME A BECKETT HARRINGTON-
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