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
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..)
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 :)
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! :)
Series Warnings: Will contain NSFW content. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Physical, Emotional, Sexual, and Domestic Abuse. Death. Rape, Violence, Manipulation, Drug Abuse, and lots and lots of Angst.
By Reading you are acknowledging you are 18 years of age and older.
8 Years ago, Beckett and Oriana Harrington graduated Penderghast College. A year after that, tragedy struck, and they haven’t seen each other since. What happens when their paths cross once more? Is it coincidence? Or is it their souls trying to find their way home?
ORIANA’s POV
Oriana slowly blinked her eyes open, grimacing at the pain she felt. Taking a quick glance around the room, everything came flooding back. Everett trying to kill her, Beckett saving her life…Beckett’s promise to protect her. She gingerly sat up in the bed…Beckett’s bed. She was fully healed, although a bit sore. She wracked her brain trying to figure out his healing spell, fully knowing that if she was in pain, so was he. But he wasn’t beside her anymore. They’d slept in the same bed, but Beckett didn’t hold her. She could practically hear his brain working overtime on how to fix the situation he’s found himself in…the situation Oriana put him in.
She slowly climbed out of bed, a faint smile appearing on her lips as she glimpsed herself in the mirror. She was wearing one of his shirts, and a pair of his sweatpants. She was naked when she was transported here, and although she did have a few spare outfits kept in the office closet, they certainly didn’t include sleepwear.
Quietly, she crept out of the bedroom in search of Beckett. He’d been so happy she was alright, but as the night went on, he became a bit distant. She walked down the hall, hearing clacking sounds of a keyboard being used. Poking her head into the home office, Beckett was sitting in front of his computer, frowning and typing furiously. She cleared her throat, and finally he glanced up.
“You’re awake.” He stated plainly.
“Um…Yeah…” Oriana said awkwardly.
In a flash he was beside her, scrutinizing her with his eyes. “How do you feel? Do you hurt?”
“I…I’m fine.” She stuttered.
He rose an eyebrow.
“Okay, yes, I kinda feel like I was hit by a truck.” She confessed, as a ghost of a smile appeared on Beckett’s lips. “What time is it?”
“It’s 10:00am.” He lifted a hand and caressed her cheek gently.
“You should have woken me up.” She whispered.
“You needed rest.” He shrugged. “Besides, we don’t have anywhere to be just yet.”
Now it was her turn to frown. “Yet? Where are we going?”
“Katrina.”
“Oh…” She had figured that after the previous night’s events, they would not be going today. But it seems she was wrong about that. It makes sense though. Katrina was the reason Beckett went to see her last night in the first place.
He dropped his hand, leaving her cheek feeling cold. “I made coffee, if you want some. You know where everything is.” With that, he turned back around and sat behind his computer, the fierce expression as he typed away coming back. “Give me a couple hours, and then we’ll go.”
Oriana bit her lip. Something feels terribly wrong. His demeanor was a night and day difference. So, she just stood there, debating what to say next.
“Do you need something?” He asked, not even looking up.
“N…no, I guess not.” She murmured, before turning and heading to the kitchen, where she poured herself some coffee and sat down on the couch. He must be mad he almost died because of her. Everything feels like a bad dream. All she wants is to go back in time and never leave him in the first place. She puts the steaming mug down, and buried her face in her hands. How is she going to make this up to him?
After some time, she felt the couch dip next to her. Peeking through her fingers she saw Beckett sitting quietly. She hadn’t even heard him come out of the office.
“I know I may seem cold to you, but Ori, this is who I am now. I work. Work is all I’ve had for years; I didn’t need to take someone else’s feelings into account. Just because you left Everett and are here in my penthouse, doesn’t mean I can skip out on my responsibilities.”
“But it’s Saturday…” She tried to break in.
“That means nothing to me, Oriana. It’s just a day like any other, the only difference being you slept here last night. I always work on the weekends.”
She nodded, a lump forming in her throat. Finally, his cool metal eyes met hers. “Last night I was filled with adrenaline, trying to keep you alive.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I need time, Ori. I can’t just go back to loving you like you were never gone.”
“Right.” She whispered.
He turned to fully face her, grabbing her hands and holding them firmly in his own. She looked at him in surprise. “Once upon a time, you were my whole world, Oriana. I have other responsibilities now, responsibilities that got me through the worst times of my life.”
“What are you trying to say?” She cut in, realizing he was beginning to ramble because he didn’t know how to get to his point.
The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. “I’m trying to say that I want you to stay here. I want you to live with me, change your name back…”
“I already said…”
“Let me finish.” He chuckled lightly. “I just need you to understand who I am now. My love for you will never waver, but we have a lot to do if we’re going to make this work. Starting with who we are now. I’m a workaholic. I don’t show emotion, and I’m always reaching for the bottom line, and cutting out the fuzz in between. My employees fear me, other companies bend to my will, and I intend on it staying that way. There is a reason I’m at the top, and it’s not because of my family name.”
“Well, it certainly helps.” She retorted sarcastically.
“It was your choice to eliminate it from your own name.” He clapped back. “Look, I am in no way excusing what Everett did to you, but you do realize you lied to him for years. How do I know that won’t happen with you now?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t…”
“I’ve also done some preliminary searching, and so far the guy is squeaky clean. He doesn’t have a single blemish to his reputation. You and I need to take responsibility for our actions with him as well. We drove him over the edge, Ori.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “You sound like you’re blaming me for his abuse.”
“I don’t.” Beckett replied quickly. “Hurting you was his pathetic attempt of domination. He could have just dumped you like a normal human being; not to mention you could have walked away, and saved everyone a lot of grief.”
She winced at his harsh words. “Beck…” She whispered. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”
“You told Everett you loved him, too.”
She could feel the hot sting of tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I wanted to love him, but I never did. But Beck, it’s different with you.”
“How so?” He demanded.
“Because I gave you my heart a really long time ago, and you never gave it back. It’s always been yours. I’ve always been yours. So tell me, Beckett, how do I prove that to you?”
“I think…” He said slowly. “We start with Katrina.”
BECKETT’S POV
“Why Katrina?” Oriana asked.
“Katrina specifically asked for you. I want to know what she has to say before we go any further. I don’t have a clue what it could possibly be, do you?”
Oriana shook her head. “No. I don’t understand what she’s doing. Maybe by forcing you to bring me before she’d see you, she was trying to manipulate the situation.”
Beckett shook his head. “She’s one of the least manipulative people I know. Maybe she’s going to tell us she was adopted? It would make sense, really.”
Oriana couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth, before slapping her hand over her lips to stop herself.
Beckett eyed her with amusement. It feels good to hear her laugh. And she’s adorable when she gets embarrassed about it. He couldn’t help but giggle himself. “She’d be pretty darn lucky in that case.”
“So…you want to bet our entire marriage on whatever she says? I have to say, that doesn’t quite sound like you, Beckett.”
“You don’t know me, Oriana.” He replied softly, lowering his gaze to the floor. “And you know my sister even less. Whatever she wants to say can’t possibly be as simple as ‘I just wanted you together.’”
Oriana stayed silent.
“Considering our history…and maybe even lack thereof, I just have a feeling it’s important to us. As a couple. That’s why I want to go talk to her before we go change your last name back to Harrington. Facts are my lifeline.”
“So…you’re saying…you can’t commit to this marriage until you have an opinion from a third party?” Oriana’s tone was full of hurt.
“No, that’s not it. I’m more concerned about you, actually.”
She stared at him as he continued.
“Katrina knows how I’ve felt over the years, but she’s had no contact with you. I just think that whatever she knows has more to do with you, than it does me.”
“You…think it would change my mind?” She asked incredulously.
“I have no idea.” Beckett admitted. “But maybe. And I’m sorry, but I can’t get my hopes up with you again, just to have you stomp all over my heart for the millionth time. I’ve thought a lot about this, Oriana. You ran from me once before. I have no reason to believe that you won’t again. So, please, can we table our relationship discussion until later?”
He searched her eyes, trying to convey his true feelings. The past twenty-four hours have been emotional, too emotional, and as a businessman, he knows that highly emotional situations tend to lead to irrational decisions. He was all for making their marriage work last night. But in the light of day…it’s easier said than done. “Never doubt my love for you.” He finished quietly. “You’re the only one for me. But we both need to be one hundred percent in this if we’re going to work.”
“And you don’t think we can do that before talking to Katrina? You really think that…”
“Yes, I do.” He interrupted sharply. “Whatever she says isn’t going to scare me away, Ori. But I can’t say the same about you.”
Oriana chewed her bottom lip. Beckett knew that she hadn’t foreseen the morning going this way, but she needs to face reality. He doesn’t trust her, and this would only be one step in rebuilding that trust they used to share. The trust may take a while, but he needs Oriana to take this first step with him. After all, she was only at his place because Everett stabbed her. That doesn’t exactly give him confidence that she’s where she wants to be. Actions are much louder than words, after all.
“Okay.” She finally agreed, her gaze not leaving his. “But I’m done running, Beckett. I am a hundred percent sure of us being together.”
Beckett sighed, knowing that arguing would be pointless. “Okay. Then let’s get you dressed and head out.”
He didn’t believe a word she’d just said. Oriana always had good intentions, but this isn’t something that can be fixed overnight, and he can’t help but feel she’s being naïve about it all. But there’s only one way to find out if she intends to follow through with her word. But he’s not going to allow himself to hope. Hope is where dreams get dashed. He has no reservations about what he wants from Oriana…but he doesn’t believe in hope anymore, and because of that…he simply can’t promise her anything right now…and can’t let himself believe the things she promised him the previous night. He knows she might think that he’s being unfair. After all, he’d already told her he was all in. However, as soon as he’s sure that she’s the same…he will do everything he can to heal things between them. But he can’t let himself think of that now. There’s something else that needs attention first, and he’s definitely terrified of what Katrina has to say to them. The whole thing is so strange, and he can’t make any sense of it. And that’s not something he can ignore. No matter what Katrina tells them, he will love Oriana. But love isn’t always enough, and until he knows Katrina’s truth…he will keep his guard up around them both.
THE ELEMENTALISTS: beckett harrington x f!mc (eden russell)
summary: eden and beckett spend a night at the library.
warnings: lowkey nsfw (making out)
note: this takes place in book 1. enjoy!
“And this brings us to our new project, class!” Professor Englund claps his hands together and plasters an enthusiastic smile on his face.
Several students flinch awake at his booming voice, including Eden. It’s Monday at Penderghast. Eden sits in Spellwork 1B class next to Beckett, trying her best to take in what Professor Englund is rambling about. She straightens up in her seat, blinking rapidly to avoid dozing off again.
Beckett nudges her, a small smile on his face. “Were you too engrossed in the Penderghast Compendium I let you borrow last night?”
Eden snorts, propping her chin in her palm. “Right. That is exactly why I barely slept.”
“So, what were you actually doing, then?”
“Training with Atlas. She said something about... being more stealthy, so we snuck around campus all night. Fun stuff.” Eden mumbles through a yawn.
“... which is why we will be doing a week long research project based on a spell I’ve taught you. Create a presentation detailing its origin, purpose, and such. The packet will explain the requirements further. Remember, it’s partner work!” Professor Englund announces. He whisks up an air spell and a thick stack of packets sitting on the podium begin passing themselves out to each student.
Eden turns to face Beckett. “Wanna do the Locator spell?”
He nods, a faint smile on his lips. “Certainly. Can you meet at the library tonight?”
“Does nine work for you?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t it?”
With a teasing smile on her face, Eden says, “Well, I would hate to disturb you from your nerd activities.”
“Don’t be absurd. You could never disturb me, Eden,” Beckett says. His cheeks turn pink immediately. Clearing his throat, he adds, “See you at nine.”
He turns to leave, but Eden takes him by the arm, tiptoes, and plants a kiss on his cheek. “See you at nine, Beckett.”
His cheeks darken with color as he struggles to come up with a response. “I, yes, uh, nine. See you then.”
She watches as he speeds toward the door, chuckling to herself at how easy he flushes.
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A couple of hours after the sun has set, Eden sets out for the campus library. Upon entering, she sees several students struggling to shelve the flying books and shudders at the memory of her doing the same. Never again, she thinks to herself.
She notices Beckett sitting at a table near the three headed snake statue and quickly wanders over. “Hey, Beckett. What’ve you found so far?” she says, plopping down on a seat across from him.
The table that Beckett claimed is littered with various textbooks, biographies, and even newspaper clippings. His laptop sits on a thin piece of newspaper. It casts shadows on his face, making his features sharper.
Eden takes a second to marvel at his looks before he glances up from a dusty textbook, saying, “Almost everything. I can’t seem to find the first recorded usage of the spell, however…”
Eden nods toward the other end of the library. The lanterns get dimmer as the room stretches on, until it’s completely dark. “You think it’s worth a try?”
Beckett shrugs. “We can check. Would you like to go together?”
“Yes, I would.”
He quickly shelves some books before dusting his hands off and falling into stride with Eden.
“So, why is that side of the library, like… abandoned?” she asks.
Beckett shrugs. “I honestly have no idea. I’ve found some of the most enticing books down those aisles. I checked out this pearlblossom handbook the other day. Want me to lend it to you? I think you’ll find its medicinal properties useful.”
Eden smiles. “Maybe later. For now, let’s focus on digging up some Locator spell facts.” She studies their shadows as they stretch on before them, realizing that the lanterns are much dimmer now.
The two are walking so close together their fingers brush against each other. Eden sneaks a glance at Beckett to find him fighting to keep a straight face on. But his reddening ears give it away. She casually takes his warm hand in hers, humming to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Beckett biting back a grin.
After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, Beckett clears his throat and says, “So… thank you for being my partner.”
Eden shoots him a surprised look, but by then, the two are surrounded by darkness, the entrance to the library seemingly a thousand smiles away. She isn’t sure if he caught it. “After everything we’ve been through, it’d be surprising if we didn't partner up.”
He slowly nods and looks down at his Pend Pals bracelet. “Working together to save you from imminent danger is good bonding, I suppose.”
“That, and we made out by the pond.”
Beckett’s cheeks tinge pink at the reminder. “Yes, well… that, too.”
To save him from further embarrassment, Eden drops his hand and gestures at a book behind him. “Oh! Does that say”— she squints—“Ancient Spells Still Used Today? We can check for the Locator spell.” She points to a red book sitting snugly on a tall shelf beyond her reach.
Beckett easily grabs the book and instead of handing it Eden, he holds it just out of her reach. He flashes her a challenging smile. “Say please.”
Eden ignores his request and jumps to swipe the book from him, but Beckett is quicker and holds it out of the way. The two of them laugh as she attempts another jump. They go back and forth until Eden steps on his shoe by accident, causing him to trip forward and press her against a tall, sturdy bookshelf.
“Hi there,” Eden grins, wrapping her arms around his neck. Despite the lack of lighting, she can see Beckett’s pink cheeks due to their close proximity. “You know... I like how easily your cheeks turn pink. It’s cute. Pink cheeks are your thing.”
Beckett’s breathing almost slows to a stop as his eyes trail from Eden’s eyes to her lips. The girl standing in front of him seems unreal. The way she can make him blush with just one comment, the way her eyes sparkle with interest whenever he rambles about a particular subject, and the way she sees him for who he really is… It makes Beckett weak in the knees.
He swallows. “Only you have that effect on me, Eden. Only you.”
His mind drifts back to the night by the pond. God, he’s been aching to continue where they left off.
Beckett drops the book and tugs her closer to him by the waist before pressing his lips to hers. Eden melts into the kiss instantly, threading her fingers in his soft, brown locks. Her stomach twists with butterflies as their mouths move against each other in perfect harmony. She feels Beckett smiling into the kiss as her hands slide under his buttoned shirt to feel along his lean muscles.
Eden laughs breathlessly when they finally break part to breathe. “Was this... your ulterior motive all along? Get me alone... and then make out?”
Beckett rolls his eyes playfully, pausing for a couple of seconds to catch his own breath. “You always manage to see right through me, Eden.”
“It’s a talent.”
Before he can respond, Eden surges forward and captures his lips in hers again. She shivers with delight as Beckett’s hand trails to her hips, his fingers skimming over her exposed sides. She lets out a small gasp as he loops his arms around her thighs, pressing her up against the bookshelf. The shelves dig into her back, but she’s too focused on Beckett to care.
“Someone’s extra eager tonight,” Eden chuckles. Her small laugh dissolves into a soft sigh as Beckett begins to trail kisses along her neck.
“Can you blame me?” he says.
“No, I suppose I can’t,” Eden laughs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.
Beckett’s breathing is ragged as he whispers, “Right here?”
“Yes, I want you now.”
In the middle of ridding Beckett of his top, the lanterns flare up with light, making the two of them hop apart. Mr. Korningshwip, the librarian, rounds a corner and comes bounding down the aisle, shelving books. He doesn’t acknowledge Eden and Beckett as he wheels a cart of books past them.
Eden holds back her laugh as she glances at Beckett’s red face. He quickly buttons up his shirt and rakes a hand through his tousled hair, a sheepish grin on his face nonetheless.
“Remind me to never get carried away in the library again,” he says, chuckling under his breath.
“No promises,” Eden responds, lacing her fingers through his. “Now… should we head back to your dorm?”
Summary: An AU of my take on book 2 starting from Kane’s Tea party and further on. When A sudden circumstance causes Ellie to loose her memory and return to normal life, will Beckett try to reach her? And what will happen if he does?
Warnings ⚠️: Angst, swearing, manipulation.
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A past event...
Ellie’s POV.
Ellie stood a few steps behind Alma as she prepared to attack Kane. She and her friends had agreed to go to the tea party Kane was holding in her honor.
This was a bad idea...
She had hoped to get some clues of who her mother was and how she could find her. And despite Alma and Atlas’ warnings to stay away. She couldn’t help herself if it was going to give her the information she needed.
“Kane. You’re powerless against me.” Alma said in a fierce tone. Kane was clearly upset.
“How dare you all enter without an invitation!” Kane’s eyes began to glow as Alma attacked with a wave of her hand.
“Give up Kane. You’ve lost.” Alma continued, only making Kane more angry.
“I will NOT!” Kane’s magick started flickering as his gaze landed on Ellie. His lips suddenly turned up into a smirk and in a flash he had pulled her to him.
“Let’s see how you like this, stubborn one...” Kane said. She tried to get out of his grip. But he held on. He placed a hand on her neck and Alma’s eyes went wide with horror and he casted a spell.
“NO!” Was the last thing Ellie heard before the spell had infected her neck, leaving a permanent mark of the Air Sign imbedded into her skin. She screamed with pain and collapsed next to Kane’s feet. He waved his hand and she was blasted into the wall behind her with a gust of wind, causing her pain to double over and cause everything around her to go dizzy. She heard her friends call out to her but Kane had a ward up to separate the groups. When Ellie opened her eyes she could see Kane disappear with the blink of an eye. When the ward had been broken. Alma rushed over to her to check the mark.
Ellie groaned at the pain crashing through her. Shit. Alma brushed her short hair to the side, revealing the air sign that was the main source of her pain.
“Ellie!” Beckett dropped down to his knees by her side, grabbing her hand. “Alma what’s going on?” He said looking at her neck. Then back at her with a worried expression.
Alma was silent...
“Alma?” Atlas said waving a hand in her face.
“I-...The mark...” she stared at it, dumbfounded. “It’s a cursed mark that allows Kane to mess with her head. A magickal form of manipulation to most Likely get Ellie to help him with his plans.” Alma said, still looking horrified.
“Whenever he activates the mark through his own magick, he controls her head, causing her mind and his mind to be one, all her powers coming with it.
“Well? Is there a way to extract the curse?” Beckett said.
“.... I’m not entirely sure, this kind of thing never happens, Kane is the only person with the power of the curse and it takes up so much power I’m suprise he didn’t pass out after casting it onto her.”
“There has to be something that we can do... maybe the library? Those always have some sort of solution.”Zeph said.
“Yeah! Like a ritual to brake the curse!” Shreya mused.
“...I’m afraid nothing of the sort would work.” Alma said while tracing her fingers around the mark.
“What?!” Everyone said in usion.
“There’s only one thing I would be able to do. And we would have to come up with a new plan to destroy Kane...” Alma stood up.
“Well? Spit it out! We need to help Ellie and we can deal with Kane later.” Zeph said, taking Alma’s place next to Ellie.
“... It’s a spell called the Cords of Shards. It cuts off the magick inside of her brain that ties her to Kane’s magick.”
Ellie squeezes her eyes shut and groans as she tries to surpress the next wave of pain coursing through her body.
“It will hold... side effects. But it’s the only way to stop Kane and protect Ellie.” Alma said.
“Please just get this thing off of me.” Ellie said with a pained tone.
“Very well.” Alma said crouching down and waving her hand over her face. Ellie’s eyes flicker close and her body goes limp.
Beckett’s POV.
“What the hell Alma!” Atlas retorted.
“She doesn’t need to be awake. The pain would kill her.” Alma stared, standing up again.
“We need to do this in a more controlled environment. Preferably the medical ward.” Alma said looking at Beckett hinting to pick her up and he obliges. Still worried about her. He hooks his arms under her knees and upper back and lifts her into his arms.
Please be okay... he thought.
As they entered the medical ward, they find Dean Swan preparing a room. She perks up at the sight of your group entering the room.
“Oh thank goodness!” Swan said. Speed walking over to Ellie, she casted an air spell to lift her into the prepared bed and raps her up with blankets.
“Swan, may I speak to you privately?” Alma asked. Swan nodded and they walked out into the hall.
“What are they talking about?” Griffin questioned before sitting down in the chair next to Ellie.
“She probably needs to inform her about the spell.” Shreya answered, tapping her chin.
Something isn’t right...
Beckett thought back to not to long ago...
“It will hold... side effects. But it’s the only way to stop Kane and protect Ellie.” Alma said.
“What did Alma mean by ‘side effects’” Beckett asked with air quotes.
“That’s a good question, we should as-“ Zeph began before being cut of by Alma opening the door, Swan following behind looking scared and sad.
Whatever they talked about, clearly wasn’t good.
“Kane will take advantage of the mark soon, we should get to work before something happens.” Alma said with a stoic facial expression.
“I agree... the faster the... better.” Swan said.
She’s acting weird...
“I hate to ask you this but, I’ll need you all to leave the room while I set up the equipment.” Alma said walking over to the supply closet.
“What do you mean ‘equipment’.” Zeph asked.
Alma sighed. “Remember I said we needed a controlled environment?” Alma said with a glare at your group.
You all sigh and walk out. Beckett glances back at Ellie, brows creased.
Please don’t hurt her...
The group decided to meet back in 30 minutes. Beckett used this time to clear his head and walk around the hospital.
He eventually made his way towards the cafeteria but stopped short at a sign that caught his eye.
—— HOSPITAL COLOR CODES ——
Blue: Life Threatening
Green: Mass paitent arrival
Red: smoke and or fire evacuation
Black: Personal Threat
Grey: physical aggression
White: out of control patient
Purple: Bomb Threat
Pink: abduction
Orange: evacuation
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I hope I don’t have to hear any of these today... he thought to himself before continuing his walk to the cafeteria.
After grabbing a bite he returns to Ellie’s room and knocks.
He hears shuffling, and eventually swan peaks out.
“Oh! Mr. Harrington you’re back early!” Swan said.
“Uh yes, is Ellie okay?” His brows creased again with worry.
“Oh we are still performing the spell. More doctors are coming soon so it shouldn’t take too long after they arrive.” Swan explained.
“But you should tell your friends to wait another 30 minutes so we can ensure Ellie is safe. I suggest going to the medical wards game room upstairs. It will help clear out the worry.” Swan pointed to the stairwell.
“I have to get back to helping but it’s best to wait a while...”
Guess I can’t argue with the freaking Dean...
“Oh... okay, I’ll inform the rest of them about it, thank you.” Becket answered.
Swan nods and closes the door behind her.
What’s a word stronger then weird to discribe that conversation...
“Hey! Buck-boo!” Zeph waved from down the hall.
“I told you to stop calling me that Zephyr.” Beckett pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Remember Zeph, he’s only soft for Ellie.” Atlas mused.
“You people are insufferable...” Beckett said.
Zeph went to knock on Ellie’s door but Beckett cut him off with his hands.
“They won’t let us in, Swan told me it’s going to be another 30 minutes...” Beckett quickly explained.
“ I hope she’s alright.” Griffin said, appearing next to Zeph with Shreya short behind.
“I’m sure she’s gonna be okay. Swan said there was a lounge upstairs so let’s wait to hear back from her there.” Beckett said walking towards the stairwell, his friends following.
Alma’s POV.
Alma’s hands glow brilliantly over Ellie’s head. Their skin isn’t touching, just hovering. Alma’s face is scrunched up with concentration before Dean Swans words fill her senses.
“Her memory will be lost Alma, the mark is too strong.” Swan was helping with her own blood magick. Her hands where placed over the mark to give Alma a boost.
“We can’t have Kane using her, it will be worth it and Ellie would understand.” Alma replied with her gaze still on her hands.
“Her friends aren’t going to take it well, Mr. Harrington came back early to check on her, and I saw Zeph walking towards him when I closed the door. And we both know Atlas will be furious.” Swan informed. Alma sighed and her gaze flickered to the door before returning back to Ellie.
It was silent for a few moments before Alma spoke.
“They don’t have to find out about it for now.” Alma muttered.
“Ha. Good luck with that. That group will break you if they find out what happened to her.” Swan said.
“...I’ve come up with a plan already, I know a spell that can restore the basics of her memory from her foster parents, who she is, and we can put her back at Hartfield and she can continue her Studies there. It’s going to be tough on the group but I’ll put a protection ward on the mirror in her dorm so that we don’t have another incident...” Alma told Swan and continued filling her in on her plans to slip Ellie out unnoticed and quickly perform the spell. By the time Alma was finished, the Cords of Shards was complete and they where preparing her departure.
Beckett’s POV.
After inpatiently waiting with their group, Beckett decided to check up on them and knock on Ellie’s door.
No answer.
Maybe their still doing the spell? No...
Knock knock.
No answer.
Beckett’s brow creased and he turns the door handle to walk inside. He looks around and finally his eyes land on the bed that laid in the middle of the room.
Only to find it empty, not a soul in the room...
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SUMMARY. there’s a visible darkness consuming mc— it shows in her veins. this time, though, her target isn’t atlas— it’s herself.
LIFE WAS A SIMPLER time, [MC] realized.
Life was a simpler time before Penderghast— before Atlas— and despite her deep rooted hatred for Hartfeld, [MC] felt herself missing it. It was a boring, trashy rich white kid school, sure, she’d drink to that, but it was normal.
Normal— the word seemed almost foreign as it danced on the tip of her tongue. Normality was something she had taken for granted; from having two adoptive parents, to simply walking in the park without having the fear of death looming over your shoulder— that was her normal. Now, her world seemed to be flipped, and she couldn’t help the lingering thoughts that plagued her mind, forcing her to believe her old life was merely fabricated— that her parents never truly loved her, but that she was solely just a hindrance— a lifelong task they had to care for.
Even with the assuring love and care she received from her mother and father, nothing could change the way she was so suddenly forced into a life of danger. Finding out that you have powers, that you had— have— a twin, and that someone sought out to kill you was all too much— absolutely too much.
And, now, she realizes that. [MC] became fully aware of the sudden complexity her life contained as she sat against the chilling porcelain of her bathtub. She had almost murdered her sister— she had almost completed something that Raife could not even finish. She supposed that was a consequence of blood magick, but the horrified scream that pushed past Atlas’ lips told her otherwise.
It was you— it was your fault.
It was hard to push down the bitter laugh that still managed to work it’s way out of her mouth. She knows— god, she knows. She knows that she should have maintained herself better, to disallow the power from consuming her, but even now— oh, even now, she still had not learned.
She still had not learned, and it would have been clear as day to anyone who stumbled through the door at that particular moment in time that she still lost control.
Her skin was a clear indication of the anger— the rage— that had burst through her veins. It was cracked and splintering down the middle, with blood gushing out in each and every direction. Her veins were rapidly turning black, and as she stared at them, a sense of relief hit her.
She was dying. Or, at least, that was the hope— the dream. She wanted to be selfish, to be free from this— this crazy, Harry Potteresque world, and as her body slumped down, her head lolling to the side, she knew she was getting her wish.
She smiled.
She smiled the first genuine smile she had in a while. It was almost comforting, really, to feel so entranced by the eternal darkness awaiting her. Her life was full of stress and terror, she supposed, and harboring those feelings once more towards her death were inadequate.
“What the hell?”
Atlas, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—
Someone— Atlas— was touching her, pulling her, lifting her. Her skin was on fire, and it only seemed to grow worse as her wounds rubbed against the leather fabric of Atlas’ jacket. She wanted to scream— to beg, and plead— for Atlas to let her go.
Until she realized that she was already gone— until she realized that she was simply a spectator in a game where she was the main character whose design had been cut short.
There her broken, mangled corpse lay in the arms of Atlas. Though, in death, [MC] couldn’t tell who was more broken in those moments— the woman slumped over her crumbled body, sobbing, or her own dejected vessel.
Book: The Elementalists, pre-story, 2016 (Katrina 26, Beckett 16)
TW: A little angsty, controlling parents.
Rating: PG
Characters: Beckett Harrington, Katrina Harrington, their parents, and Julia (OC) is mentioned.
Words: 1352
Summary: Katrina tells her parents that her girlfriend Julia is attending the gala that’s happening tonight, and emotions run high.
A/N: Backstory: Her parents were already aware of Julia, but dismissed it as a phase (Julia, not Katrina’s sexuality). They came to terms with her sexuality pretty quickly, but Julia is ‘just a middle class girl’ and that didn’t suffice for them. They were still trying to set her up with other socialites, despite the clear message from their daughter to stop doing so. (Katrina having a girlfriend is a headcanon)
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“Katrina, are you serious? You’re telling us this now?”
The hushed angry voice echoes around the corner, for Beckett to hear. He’s pressed against the wall, five stairs from the ground, not daring to move, in fear of making his presence known. It has been a long time since his parents were this upset with his sister. The most recent incident was probably when she last rejected a marriage proposal. Although, it wasn’t the biggest ordeal then, because, frankly, she’s declined any and every advances up until that point. Maybe the last time they were really mad was when she started posting candid pictures of her friends and her on social media. The family’s reputation would suffer, according to his father. Mom did agree. But Beckett’s sure that, if it depended on his mother, the matter wouldn’t have been blown up like that. From that point on, Katrina posted way less, and only ‘proper’ pictures. But ever since that day, she’s been quietly rebelling against it by making them just a little more genuine and fun, picture by picture.
“What are we going to say to the Campbell’s?” He hears footsteps pace around, and recognizes the sound as his dads.
“What are you going to say to them? What’s with the Campbell’s?” Katrina responds, surprise in her voice.
“Their son, he.. we thought we found a good match for you, sweetheart,” her mom says. A silence falls, and Beckett can’t tell what’s happening, but he doesn’t dare sneak a look around the corner. If, after all this time, they actually found another guy for her to marry… That explains the aggravation.
“Oh! That’s just amazing!” Katrina sarcastically spits, now furious. “You know I won’t agree to that. With no one. Why do you even bother? At this point, that’s almost forced marriage!”
“We want the best for you, and you know that marrying someone of status guarantees that. It’s the best option,” her dad argues, still irritated. Their mother cuts in.
“Are you sure about her?”
“Yes, mom, I’m sure! I really like her. She’s an actual good person, and doesn’t just like me for my money.” Beckett thinks back to the time he met Julia for the first time. A weekend in February, when his parents weren’t home. Katrina had texted him that friday, saying she had a surprise. Most of the time, that means either junk food or books, but this time, it was a living, breathing human. Dressed just like a person in public school would. But that never bothered him. She smiled, shook his hand and told him she always wanted to have a brother. Apparently that last thing was a joke, and then she laughed and said, ‘I’m going to like this one.’ The three of them ate pizza, the girls on the couch, he, very carefully, at the coffee table, because they aren’t supposed to eat on that designer sofa. They played Mario Kart and Uno, and told him all about college and their PhD’s. He would agree Julia’s a nice person. He has enjoyed having her around for the limited times she was. It feels like they’re a tiny friend group, that not just exists of him and Kat.
“Maybe if we find you a girl of status to marry-?” her mother starts to suggest. Katrinas’ sigh appears frustrated, but very controlled.
“Mother… I just want to attend a gala with the girl I like, and be happy and not worry about if my parents are going to judge me or set me up with another stupid socialite!” The volume of her sentence progressively increased, so much so that she ended it twice as loud as she began it. His sister rarely is this defiant to their parents. And she doesn’t need to be, most of the time. Everything she does is always right. Always perfect. No mistakes or mess ups. He wouldn’t dare to assume such a tone. He would be grounded for a long time. But, judging by the pictures incident, he doesn’t think Katrina will get any consequences for that. Because ‘she’s Katrina’. She can’t do anything wrong. A silence follows, and her next words sound a little more composed. “I’m an adult now, and have been for the past eight years. I have proven to you over and over again, not only in these past years, that I am responsible, and I take my responsibilities very seriously. My studies, my hobbies, and especially my family. If I wasn’t sure about her, I wouldn’t have invited her. So, if you like it or not, Julia is my guest, and she is coming.” She ends her sentence and Beckett hears her footsteps rapidly storm his way. He bolts up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.
“You better hope that girl acts respectable! I will not stand for anyone, inside or out the family, to humiliate us. Do you understand?” their dad booms after Katrina. Her heels hurriedly clack against the marble, louder and louder. Beckett opens his door and slips in, softly closing it, just as the footsteps reach the top. Then they go quiet. He breathes out. But the doorknob slowly turns again.
“Hey.” She sticks her head in his bedroom. She’s pressing her lips together and blinking heavily. And yet, she manages a small smile. “Thanks for spying on me.”
“I wasn’t..,” he gets out, before realizing denying it would be useless now. She probably saw him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She sighs and sits on his bed. He joins her. She stares at the ground for a little, trying to fight the tears. The tears win. “I knew they would make a big deal about it. I knew it! So I don’t know why I’m so.. sad.” Beckett sits there, perplexed by her spontaneous heart-to-heart, listening to her words. She’s right, about expecting it. Making big deals out of everything, good or bad, is their parents thing. “I just want to have a nice evening,” she expresses. Then she wipes her cheeks of the droplets, and the mascara that came down with them, and turns to him.
“Beckett, please promise you’ll never judge anyone for who they love. And don’t let mom and dad tell you who you need to love. Promise me that, okay?” Her watery eyes look in his, and he nods.
“I promise.” His heart is still beating fast from everything that’s just happened. And seeing his sister cry is not the funnest thing. It gives him this uneasy feeling he can’t place. He’s only ever see her cry twice before. They were way younger then. Katrina hugs him, and he reluctantly lets her. Uncomfortable. That’s the feeling.
“Bean, I love you. And when you grow up, you’re going to be an amazing person. And don’t you forget that I’m always proud of you, no matter what mom and dad think.” He stops himself from sighing. She has a flair for the dramatic according to him, but he knows she’s trying to be genuine. And what she’s saying is commendable. Katrina always knows the right thing to say.
“Thank you, Kat.” He thinks for a second, but then decides it passes the check. “I’m proud of you too. Not that you need my approval…”
“Thanks.” She releases him and he sees her face has almost fully cleared up. Some streaky traces of black are the only remains of what just happened. She wipes her cheeks again, and stands up, composing herself as she looks out of the window, at the sparse lights divided over the garden. “Whatever, there’s no use crying over this anymore. Julia is coming, and everyone is going to have a wonderful time. I’ll prove mom and dad wrong. And they will like her.” She suddenly stops her monologue and looks back at her brother. “Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll go change.” She hurries towards the door and disappears behind it, but before closing, she pops her head back in, and looks down skeptically. He follows her gaze, stopping at his feet.
“I would wear other shoes with that...”
Hope you enjoyed!
p.s this fic was a kinda prequel to another of my fics. (It doesn’t actually chronologically follow obviously, but it set up a lot of the themes of that fic.)
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 :)
