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i’m so glad nothing bad happened to tyril and MC and they’re living their best life together where nothing bad will ever happen!!!!!!!

#can tyril catch a break he literally went through hell and back trying to save kaya and now MC disappears on him for a whole year #the love of his life GONE just like that #MC’s disappearance had him so sad he had to whip out the half-bun and biceps #tyril starfury #blades of light and shadow #choices

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Hi I don't know if I'm characterizing Beckett correctly but he seems like someone who would be really soft with his partner and would show a sweet side that others typically don't see right?

What if you wrote a fic where he's cuddling or just spending some sweet time with a partner (is female! reader okay?) and they get interrupted by the rest of the Pend Pals that are surprised?

Thanks!

The warm August weather sends a soft breeze filtering through the windows, gently rustling the curtains. In the distance, you hear Aster shrieking with delight as Zeph yells, “Cannonball!” Shreya screeches for Atlas to ‘get away from her’ while Griffin laughs uncontrollably, endeared by the sight of his friends letting loose and having fun.

Vacations at Shreya’s lake house are always filled with raucous laughter and endless shenanigans, most of which you would participate in on regular bases. It might be the blazing sun or the food you ate this morning, but a pesky headache has rendered you rather sick and unable to join in on the fun. Instead, you’re curled up on the velvet sofa, resting your head on Beckett’s chest. Being the darling boyfriend that he is, he refuses to leave your side, wanting to make sure you’re taken care of.

You wish you had more energy, but the heat and the pain leave you disjointed and unable to cast a Blood magick spell to take the headache away. You simply lay there in Beckett’s arms, letting him stroke your hair and your back.

His touch is soothing and light, and despite the fact that it’s only five in the evening, you find yourself growing drowsy. It doesn’t help that he’s speaking in that saccharine tone to distract you from the irksome throbbing in your head. Beckett has a soothing voice in general, one that’s able to induce sleep in you within minutes.

He’s speaking about some recent advancements made in portal magick, and you hum absentmindedly, groaning as you shift to get some blood circulating in your arm that’s fallen asleep.

“Sure you don’t wanna go take a swim?” you mumble, glancing up at him.

“I’m quite sure, my love,” he says, “I want to spend what little alone time we have together.”

“Even if it includes cuddling with your sick girlfriend?”

“You say that as if I would ever turn down the opportunity to be with you, indisposed or not.”

You laugh, charmed by his comment. “Well, if you’re certain… c’mere, gimme a kiss.”

He tilts your head up, cupping your cheek with one hand to meet you in a sweet kiss. Satisfied, you settle back into your original position, murmuring, “Keep talking about portal magick.”

An hour passes by like this, your limbs tangled, laughter on your lips. By the time the sun sets, you’re asleep.

The rest of Pend Pals pad into the living room, still giddy from spending the day on the lake. Beckett pins them with a death glare and a finger to the lips, and they halt at the sight. A beat of silence passes between them.

Beckett grows pink. Aster coos quietly while Atlas pushes past everyone to get to her room, making an exaggerated face of disgust as she passes by. Zeph and Shreya hold back giggles, and no doubt a slew of teasing comments, as Griffin smiles fondly.

Moments later, they all disperse to prepare dinner. Atlas reemerges from her room with a blanket and tosses it at Beckett wordlessly, gliding away to pester Aster for scraps of food. Beckett straightens out the blanket and settles it atop you, brushing your hair to coax you back to sleep as you mumble incoherently.

The sound of a camera click goes off. Beckett’s head snaps up. Shreya gives him a pointed look, smiling when she says, “What? You guys look adorable. I’ll send it to you.”

She’d better.

a/n: hii anon tysm for the cute request!! i had fun writing this one :3 you characterized beckett perfectly, he’s a big softie when it comes to his s/o!

taglist: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @sylviefilms @bluebellot

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ooo I love Adrian Raines

im not sure if your accepting requests, if so how about some fluffy hurt/comfort where female MC is recovering from an injury

a/n: tysm for the request! this was fun to write hehe i hope u like it <3

“Comfortable?”

It’s hard not to be. Isla settles into the plush sofa of Adrian’s penthouse apartment with his help, a fluffy pillow propped up to support her back. A fleece blanket is carefully draped over one of her legs, the other resting on the coffee table in a cast.

Adrian takes a seat next to her, rubbing her knee gently. He gives her a small smile as she goes on to mutter, “I can’t believe tripping over a tree root is what does me in. I had a great track record, you know. Never broken a bone before.”

To be fair, it was a large root, one belonging to a white oak tree. They were trekking through the woods on an evening walk when Isla misstepped and went sprawling on the forest ground. Her injury is mild, but she finds it pesky to be in a cast all the same.

“I know, sweetheart, I know…” Adrian murmurs in sympathy.

“Did the doctor really say it would be weeks before I could get the cast off?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Isla crosses her arms over her chest, her bottom lip slightly jutting out. The sight of her pouting reminds Adrian much of a sulking child. He smiles warmly, patting her head to smooth down some stray hairs.

“You’ll get better soon,” he coaxes, “Very soon. I promise.”

“I know. I just…” Isla says, releasing a pent up sigh, “This is so inconvenient. For both of us. You’re running a large, successful company, and you have to take care of me? It’s a lot, and I feel like a burden.”

Adrian gently cups her face with one hand, meeting her sullen gaze with a loving one. “You are not an inconvenience, Isla, especially to me. I like taking care of you. It’s a privilege. I only wish I could take the pain away.”

Isla snuggles into his touch, feeling her shoulders drop with relief. Adrian has always taken good care of her, even when he doesn’t need to. She only worries he might overwork himself, but it’s evident he knows his limits, and he’s happy to look after her.

“You’re doing enough just by being here, but if you really wanna make me feel better…” Isla says, a playful smile blooming on her face, “I could use some kisses.”

“That I can do. Come here.”

Adrian kisses her, firm yet gentle, his hands coming to cradle her face in his palms. He’s so warm Isla melts into him. She leans close to better kiss him, the scent of sandalwood and citrus from his cologne filling her senses with a fervent need. Isla doesn’t even notice her hands have balled up the front of his dress shirt until Adrian pulls away, laughing quietly.

“We have to take it easy the first couple of days,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I know,” Isla drawls. She collapses into the sofa, sighing at the ceiling.

“Can I make you something to eat? Something sweet?”

“I wouldn’t mind having some chocolate molten lava cake.”

“Alright. Sit tight. Call out if you need anything, okay?”

“I will…” Isla grumbles under her breath.

Adrian laughs and kisses her head, moving into the kitchen to whip up something sweet for his crabby lover.

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beckett & MC headcanons

a/n: random post i threw together lol beckett enjoyers come get ur food… lmk if u ever wanna be added/removed from the taglist!

taglist: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @sylviefilms @bluebellot

rating: R – be warned there are themes of PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, descriptions of scars, suggestive, NSFW 18+ headcanons which i’ve sectioned off in this post. please be advised and read with caution <3

- because eden and beckett quite literally grew up in different worlds, they have endless options when it comes to summer vacations. they spend half of their time in the attuneless world, the other half in the magickal world, acting as tour guides for one another.

- eden has a blast making up bizarre facts about tuneless things to trick the ever gullible beckett. she doubles down laughing when he realizes she’s messing with him.

- beckett always carries a camera with him when they go on trips. he purchased his first camera to capture photos of flora and fauna he would encounter on his ~ scientific nature ~ walks, and he’s gotten really good at photography. aside from greenery, eden is the subject of all his photographs.

- eden, on the other hand, snaps the randomest pictures of beckett with her phone. her photo album features beckett taking naps with his eyes slightly open, him shirtless doing morning yoga, eating something mid-bite, pointing out exhibits and plants in museums and nature, etc.

- it embarrasses beckett to no end and he’s always whining about his ‘reputation being ruined’ if those pictures were to somehow leak.

- study dates, so many study dates. you can always find the pair in the library, local cafe, laboratory, sun/metal-att classrooms, or their dorms working on assignments, projects, experiments, or training. eden and beckett are powerful magickal users within their respective attunements, and they learn a lot from each other.

- book nerd beckett who annotates whatever he reads for eden because he knows she’s as much of a nerd as he is.

- he’ll comment on magickal theories, share his own thoughts, and give more insight on certain sections of content so that eden has a bit more context. she’s still learning her way around the magickal world, and beckett wants to help in any way he can.

- they’d read on the couch together, sometimes the same book, sometimes different. every so often when they’re engrossed in the same book, beckett will read aloud and eden would hum quietly, resting her head on his chest.

- early bird beckett and night owl eden. beckett who’s waking up, greeted by eden who is finally tuckered out enough to sleep.

TW - allusion to PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, repeated nightmares, descriptions of scars in the next section.

- eden isn’t a night owl out of her own volition. sometimes, she has trouble sleeping, remembering battles, killing raife, kane hurting her friends.

- her heart beats so fast she thinks she might be back in the battlefield, fending off shadow monsters while fretting over her friends’ safety.

- beckett isn’t any better at times. he’d wake up with a start in the middle of the night, having one of those nightmares where raife and kane had taken his friends from him, taken eden from him.

- the two of them stay up until the early hours of morning, talking about everything and nothing at all to soothe each other’s worries, promising one another they’ll always face everything together, no matter what.

- because of the many fights they’ve been in, they’ve earned themselves countless scars. when they shower together, they can’t help but marvel at the patches of skin that are discolored and textured from being stitched closed on each other.

- eden likes tracing the large scar beckett has right down the middle of his back. she can’t help pressing her lips to his right shoulder blade from where the scar begins.

- eden’s favorite place to kiss beckett; however, are the apples of his cheeks. she likes cupping his face and bringing him really close so she can count the freckles dotting his skin. she’ll laugh when she notices his face growing pink and pepper kisses all over, deepening that shade of pink to a bright red.

- beckett’s favorite place to kiss eden is her neck. once he found out that’s her sensitive area, he uses it to his full advantage to render her incoherent. he’s always sputtering and blushing from her teasing, so it pleases him deeply seeing eden all flustered when he presses light kisses along her throat.

CW - NSFW 18+ hcs begin here!

- eden is a big tease, but beckett shouldn’t be discounted as one either, especially in bed. he likes to test her breaking point, so orgasm denial/control is a big thing for him. he feels feral seeing eden all flushed and glistening and pliant just for him.

- to elaborate, beckett likes drawing out eden’s pleasure. he likes making her feel good, and he wants the sex to last as long as possible because it’s a really intimate act after all. rushing through it never feels as good as it does when he takes his time with her.

- however, on the occasion they can’t spare hours exploring each other’s bodies, they turn to quickies.

- beckett is less a fan of them than eden, who finds enjoyment in the neediness, greedy touches, and searing kisses that come with quickies.

- most of them happen in the shower. whether it be in the morning when they have class soon or in the evening and they have a dinner reservation to make, trust they’ll find time to fuck.

- beckett can be dominant, yeah, but he also has a subby side, and he trusts eden will take good care of him just as he does with her.

- sometimes, beckett gets so whiny and whimpery for eden she has to shut him up with a gag or a really deep kiss that steals his breath away, leaving him dizzy.

- beckett enjoys fighting for control, as does eden. they’re competitive by nature and their contesting knows no end. the satisfaction of being the winner adds to the pleasure, and they’re all smug until the other one flips the role.

- eden never cares to hide that she ogles beckett, especially when he’s under her. beckett with his pink, freckled cheeks, mussed up hair, and well defined muscles all slick with sweat, throwing his head back to moan… eden can’t help but let her eyes and hands wander.

- cleanup takes seconds (hint: magick) so after sex, they can spend up to hours in bed, talking and cuddling and laughing.

- there’s gonna be some teasing, like “i can’t believe how loudly you moaned!” or “you bent that lighting fixture out of shape again!” eden owns up to it, but beckett will groan in embarrassment as she pokes fun at him. that usually ends with him attacking her with an onslaught of kisses or another round.

- eden knowing blood magick is a big bonus. she’s gotten good at soothing pain, so if one of them feels sore the next morning, she’ll just cast a neat lil spell to take the aches away.

- those two suck at being subtle. when they go on vacation with the rest of the pend pals and their friends see a stream of light or the sound of metal bending coming from beckett and eden’s room, they all share a knowing look (atlas shares more than a look, she audibly gags).

- doesn’t really matter how quiet they’re being, their friends know what’s up when they see eden’s glowing face and beckett’s awkward shuffle into the living room, as well as his turtleneck that he certainly wasn’t wearing before…

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missed you a ton! how about something fluffy, like a nice reunion fic?

maybe something where mc was out for a while because she had a thief match at another school and she comes back to her dorm to find beckett there?

a/n: hi winter!! tysm for requesting <333 and so sorry this came out so late i was without wifi for weeks bc i went on vacation T–T good to see u again hehe this idea was so cute !!! hope u enjoy

With the brisk air brushing Eden’s cheeks and prickling her skin, she quickens her pace across campus to her dormitory building. She’s back from traveling for an away Thief game, a match that kept her away from Penderghast for an entire week.

To say she’s exhausted is an understatement, but to say she isn’t feeling chipper would be a lie as well. It’s strange, but Eden decides she can be two things at once. She’s weary from spending ten hours on a bus with a dozen rowdy Thief players, but she’s also thrilled to be home. No hotel bed can compare to her own. No pillow is better than Beckett’s chest.

As she steps into the building, she wonders, for a moment, if he’s awake. It’s nearing three in the morning, and Beckett is nothing if not punctual with his sleep schedule. In any case, she’ll see him tomorrow, but the excitement from winning Penderghast its sixth championship title is dazing and all she wants to do is see him.

Eden reaches the door to her dorm with a sigh. Maybe Atlas is awake… The haze quickly clears up as she passes through the transparent blue door to the living room. In contrast to what Eden expected, the room is brightly lit, and a cup of tea sits on the coffee table, accompanied by several thick tomes and a pair of reading glasses.

Evidently, those are traces of Beckett, and Eden finds herself feeling giddy.

The sound of rushing water ceases as her bedroom door swings open. Beckett pokes his head out, a winning smile on his face as he glides across the room to greet her. Even during the late hours of night he’s handsome. Hair ruffled, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a light blush coloring his cheeks.

“I thought I heard you come in. Welcome home, my love,” Beckett says. He cups Eden’s cheeks and plants a soft kiss on her lips.

“I can’t believe you waited for me…” Eden murmurs, melting into his touch. His hands are warm on her chilly skin, like a thick wool blanket on a winter day. It’s a blessed reprieve from the brisk, night air lingering on her skin.

A wave of fatigue washes over Eden, and her eyes flutter shut as Beckett peppers her face with kisses. She could fall asleep like this, standing with her face cupped in his hands.

“Of course I did,” he says, voice soft and low, “Come, the bath is ready.”

Eden hums in response, letting him guide her into the bathroom. Her dormitory bathroom isn’t fancy by any means, but Beckett wouldn’t be Beckett if he couldn’t find a way to spruce up the crummiest of spaces to offer Eden the best of the best. Multicolored globes of light gently bob about the room while heat rises from the bath. A mixture of chamomile and jasmine permeates the air, further clouding Eden’s mind with sleep.

She’s sluggish in removing her clothes, so much so that Beckett lends a hand. He helps her out of her sweats and undergarments, taking care to steady her so she doesn’t tumble into the bath. Eden settles in, using her forearms as a pillow for her face as she rests on the edge of the bathtub.

“I might fall asleep,” Eden says, glancing at Beckett as he takes a seat beside her.

He leans down to card his fingers through her hair. “You can sleep. I’ll wash you and take you to bed.”

“Thank you. Really. You didn’t have to wait for me, you know. Not worth it to mess up your sleep just to—”

“You’re worth everything, Eden. I’m happy to do this for you, truly. You haven’t a clue how happy I am to have you back, my love”—he drops his voice a tad, his tone teasing— “my little Thief champion. Congratulations. Let’s celebrate tomorrow when you’ve had plenty of rest.”

Eden relents with a small sigh, her eyelids growing heavy. She reaches for Beckett’s palm, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. “I love you.”

Beckett smiles. He kisses her forehead. “I love you most.”

#choices #playchoices #the elementalists #beckett harrington #choices stories you play #request

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headcanons for female!mc who's actually just a normal human dating Adrian from BB?

also i hope college is doing well <3

a/n: ty for the request and ur well wishes anon <3 !! so sorry this came out so late :’((

- in the beginning, adrian was reluctant to pursue MC romantically. the world of vampires is dangerous and seedy, and he’d never forgive himself if he were to put his lover in a position where she could get hurt because of him.

- naturally, he goes to kamilah for advice. it’s apparent from the way he talks about MC that he’s serious about her. this is the first woman in god-knows-how-long who’s made him feel like he could love again.

- kamilah neither discourages or encourages the relationship, leaving the choice to adrian. she echoes his worries, reminding him of the potential trouble that a human knowing his true nature could bring. however, she also trusts his ability to keep his partner safe, as well as his judgment.

- adrian has a lot of things to mull over, but he takes care to not grow distant from MC.

- dinner dates are very common. whether it be at a swanky restaurant, adrian’s penthouse suite, or MC’s homey apartment—they always have a nice time enjoying each other’s company.

- it’s an intimate affair, especially if they’re cooking together. too often, they wind up messing up the dinner because they keep distracting each other and having to order takeout instead, which no one protests against.

- one night, adrian just decides to do it. he’s tired of making excuses about why they can’t have a picnic date under the afternoon sun or why he tastes like copper when they kiss sometimes.

- “i’m a vampire,” he says.

- and MC goes, “i kind of figured.”

- see, MC isn’t a vampire herself, but lily, her best friend is. so, MC knows a thing or two about them.

- “do you still want to be with me?” adrian asks. “even after knowing everything?” in that moment, waiting for MC’s answer, he’s extremely glad humans don’t possess enhanced senses like vampires do, or MC’s gonna hear his heart thundering in his chest.

- MC frowns, finding his question insanely foolish. she cups adrian’s face. “of course i still want to be with you. i would’ve bolted a long time ago if i wasn’t absolutely sure i wanted you in my life. we’re in this together now.”

- a giant weight lifts off of adrian’s shoulder.

- from that point on, they’re nothing but honest with each other. there’s no more secrets to keep.

- though… adrian still takes immense care to keep MC away from the vampire world. he tells her little of the council, and MC knows not to prod. they’re content like this.

- MC is just as protective of adrian. she puts up blackout curtains all over her place, exhorts him to not overwork, and offers to be his blood bag if he needs it. adrian always ensures to pepper her neck with extra kisses after feeding, which makes her squirm and laugh.

- it’s no secret adrian is loaded, so he spoils MC rotten whenever opportunity presents itself. trust MC has the most sumptuous anniversary gifts, ranging from antique rings to gorgeous lingerie sets.

- gift giving is nice, but nothing compares to quality time in their eyes. late-night boat rides along the grand canal, sight-seeing in paris, cuddling in a forest lodge… they’ve done it all.

- all in all, their relationship is very stable. adrian does worry, at times, regarding what could happen if the council caught wind that he has a human lover, but MC is quick to quell his concerns. they have each other and they’ll face it together. what matters is the present.

#choices #playchoices #bloodbound #adrian raines #choices adrian #request

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HIII everyone :3 i’m not dead, just suffering from immense writer’s block and the responsibilities of college. i thought i’d open up my requests box again to get creative juices flowing.

i can’t promise anything, but i’ll sure try to get something out <3 (if it’s beckett related TRUST I’ll write smth for that loser)

request rules

requests are: open!

i will take requests for drabbles & headcanons nsfw or not, for the following series:

i write for f!mc or gender-neutral!mc. you can specify if it’s reader-insert as well.

i write for female and male LIs.

what i won’t write

i won’t write anything dark, such as non-con, dub-con, incest, pedophilia, scatplay etc. you get the idea.

also, please don’t request pregnancy drabbles/hcs. thank you <3

rules for choices matchups

matchups are: closed!

click here for the rules of my choices matchups event where i match you with a choices character!

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treacherous hearts

summary: rivals to lovers excerpts featuring oliver cochrane, estela montoya, tyril starfury, and mona. from this prompt list.

warnings: vague description of gunshot wound, bleeding, talk of death. rating; pg13.

a/n: i wrote this several months ago and just never got around to posting it for some reason but better late than never right ??? hsdhdhdjs T-T

OLIVER COCHRANE

You’ve done it this time.

Not only did your plan to rescue Edward from Admiral Cochrane’s clutches fail, but you’ve now put the whole crew at risk as Samuel saunters to their side, reporting the whereabouts of Charlie and the others to the navy men. Unfathomable fury burns within you, and you want nothing more than to sink a sword into his chest. Such a simple wish is hindered by the metal chains clamped around your wrists and the gun pointed to your temple.

Admiral Cochrane, as arrogant as ever, makes his way from behind the wall of soldiers to face you. He is followed by Oliver, who carries a heavy gaze in his eyes.

You turn away, not wanting to let him see you like this: chained up and at his father’s mercy, defenseless and one bullet away from death.

A foolish part of you hopes there is conflict brewing in his heart, that the one afternoon you shared in Tiburon was the start of something meaningful, but when you tentatively lift your head to look at him, you feel a stinging chill run down your spine. You can’t read him. At all. You don’t know what he’s thinking when he looks at you like that, like you’re some stranger, like this is the end.

The admiral is talking, no doubt blustering and boasting, but you hear no words. You can’t hear anything over Ginny’s loud sobs and Jonas’ booming voice barking for soldiers to release her. You think this is truly it, but then Admiral Cochrane hands Oliver a rifle and moves aside. Oliver takes his father’s place before you, and trains the firearm at your forehead.

That is truly it: Oliver being the person who kills you.

Are his hands shaking or is that an illusion caused by the tears in your eyes? Nonetheless, you level his steady gaze with a defiant one. You tilt your chin, as if challenging him. If he is going to end everything, you want him to memorize this look.

You blink and there is chaos around you. There’s a ringing in your ears and the smell of gunpowder in the air. Oliver faces away from you, rifle pointed at his father who has blood bubbling from his lips. The admiral is desperately clutching his chest, but it’s to no avail with how quickly the splotch of blood spreads across his body.

At once, Oliver drops the firearm and rushes to your side just as Charlie descends upon the navy ship with a throng of men.

“Oh my God, Oliver! Why would you—what—why?” You’re unable to put together a coherent sentence with the sudden rush of adrenaline tackling your senses, but Oliver understands. As he undoes your restraints, he looks at you with nothing but certainty in his eyes, and you understand.

No matter what, he chooses you. Always.

prompt: the leader of your enemy's crew is threatening to kill you, and your enemy is faced with a decision — it's either you or their crew. you think you're toast, but instead, without hesitation, your enemy stabs/shoots their leader. it will always be you.

ESTELA MONTOYA

There isn’t a sliver of space in Estela’s heart for anything else other than avenging her mother.

That’s what she has always believed in until she met you. Charming and caring, you look out for her when nobody else does. It was irritating in the beginning. You hardly know anything about her, yet you blindly extend your hand at every chance you get, offering help and comfort without the expectation of anything in return.

You’re so sincere, so good. Too good for her, Estela thinks. Without meaning to, she carves out a space within her heart just for you, and God, is that annoying.

Why would you do such a thing? Why would you show her kindness? Why would you make her feel like this?

Sharing a bed with you has only worsened everything. Estela can’t sleep, not when you’re an arm’s length away, not when she can smell the scent of your shampoo as you shift and turn in bed. Estela can’t stop the drumming in her heart. She can’t stop the incessant thoughts flooding her mind, thoughts of holding you close and carding her fingers through your hair. How stupid is that? She can’t do anything but instruct you to stay on your side of the mattress, lie on her side, face away from you, and will herself to sleep.

“Good night, Estela,” you whisper.

Estela’s eyes snap open, and she contemplates saying something back, but in less than a minute, she hears your breathing grow deep and even. Even so, she mumbles a ‘good night’ and shuts her eyes, letting sleep take her.

When she begins to stir in the morning, she burrows her head into the pillow, finding it difficult to toss aside the covers and climb out of bed. Estela is usually up and throwing on her clothes within minutes of waking, but today, she finds herself curling into the sheets. Her nose tickles, and she cracks open an eye.

Your face is tucked under her chin, not even minding that Estela’s hair is splayed out over the pillows and brushing up against your cheek. Estela has one arm curled protectively around you, and you have an arm slung over her waist. You’re still sleeping, slightly snoring from exhaustion, but Estela is awake. Wide awake, and unable to move. Unwilling to move. You startle Estela when you move in your sleep, pressing your face into her neck with a soft groan.

Along with her heartbeat, she feels your breaths against her throat, gentle and unabating. You’re alive and safe for now. On this mystery of an island, sticking to Estela’s side, such a thing may not be guaranteed in the future.

Would it be okay for her to have this? To have you?

As stealthy as she can be, Estela detangles from your hold and slips out of the hotel room. The moment she found herself feeling some semblance of love for you, she received her answer.

It would not be okay for her to have this, to have you.

prompt: sharing a bed with your enemy, and being told ''stay on your side or i'll set this whole bed on fire'' only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you.

TYRIL STARFURY

You’d be lying if you say you aren’t jealous of Tyril’s prominent position in Undermount and natural talent when it comes to magic and politics. He is at the forefront of the elven city, a feat that is exceptionally impressive at his young age.

You would give anything to be as gifted as he is, but you would give much more to keep that thought to yourself. Coming from a house with little influence, you don’t have much, and your dignity is one of the few things you want to keep.

You and Tyril circle one another like predator stalking prey, footsteps light and alert. The training grounds have emptied out, save for the two of you. You’re unsure who moves first, but the next time you blink, you’re trading blows, the sharp sound of steel against steel resonating in the air. Tyril is stronger than you are, but you’re more agile, dodging and returning his attacks with relative ease.

Your luck runs short when twenty minutes have passed and you’re still going back and forth. Tyril has picked up on your fighting patterns, and soon enough, he backs you into a corner, forcing you to go on the defensive.

Every time you train—whether it’s with fists, bows, or longswords—he bests you, rendering you unable to move, lying on the ground as you ache from overexerting your muscles. Just thinking about his retreating form as he leaves you alone to catch your breath makes your face hot with frustration.

Without meaning to, your magic flares up and imbues your next strike, sending Tyril stumbling several steps back. You falter when you see the split second look of surprise on his face. Still reeling from what you’ve done, Tyril catches you off guard easily.

One second you’re standing and about to apologize. The next, you’re lying on your back, hands pinned to the ground, barely a breath away from Tyril, whose body weight is heavy atop yours.

Anything you plan to say dies on your tongue right then and there as you realize how close he is. Tyril looks like a stranger. Growing up together, you should be familiar with his looks, but you’re not. You don’t notice the faint freckles and tiny scars scattered across his face until today, and you wish it could’ve stayed that way, because they make him endearing, and you hate to think of Tyril Starfury as someone endearing.

“You’re angry,” Tyril notes. Dark chunks of hair swipe against your face, and you turn away, hating the fact that he is right.

Your cheeks begin to grow warm again, but you’re unsure if it’s from his words or your close proximity to him. “You’re heavy. Get off of me.”

Tyril does get off of you. You two sit side by side afterwards, and in the newfound silence, he asks, “Why won’t you look at me?”

“What is there to look at?” you return, trying and failing to mask the bitter tone in your voice. “You have all of Undermount’s attention already.”

“It seems I never have yours.”

You resist the urge to snap at him. Does he believe the world revolves around him?

“You never look at me,” he continues, “no matter what I do.”

You look at him. “What does that matter?” It’s true you seldom look at him, but that’s because you see your shortcomings in him. He has what you don’t. The less time you spend looking at him, the more time you have to devote yourself to mastering magic and elven politics.

You can’t make sense of the expression on Tyril’s face, and you don’t try to. Was he expecting something from you? He looks as though he’s been delivered crushing news, unable to say anything in response.

Mirroring what you do best, Tyril looks away.

prompt: fighting with your enemy, only to end up on the ground, with their body pressing into yours, your hands pinned to the ground.

MONA

Fuck, that hurts. That’s the first thing you think of as the second bullet pierces your body. The second thing you think of is how lame you look in front of Mona. You just got shot, not once but twice in front of her. If you make it out alive, she’ll hold this incident over your head for who knows how long. Though, you may be spared from that fate with how quickly you’re bleeding out.

Where the hell did the bullets hit anyway? Donning an all black attire robs your ability to determine where all the blood is seeping out from, but judging by the way the right side of your body stings… you can deduce it’s somewhere on that side. Shit. You don’t feel it as you drop to the ground. I should probably put pressure on the wounds, you think. You can’t move. Your body isn’t listening, regardless of how much you want it to.

Then, a familiar bronze jacket is shoved into your side. Mona hunches over you, applying pressure to your wounds dutifully.

“Ow, Mona, easy on all the jabbing!” you hiss. “Oh, God. That hurts like a bitch.”

“Shut up and save your energy. The ambulance is coming.”

“Ugh, forget it,” you mutter, pushing at her shoulder weakly, “just go. The police will get here before the rig. You have to go.”

“You just got shot twice,” she reminds you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I kinda deserved it.”

“Yeah, you kind of did,” Mona replies dryly.

“Ouch. Now that hurts.”

“You think this is funny?” Mona lifts her head and you see, for the first time, that her eyes are filled with rage and fear. She’s no longer bantering. She’s genuinely angry.

“Look,” you reason, “I’m probably not gonna make it out of this. Just go already, okay? I won’t hold it against you, just—”

A cough wracks your body, and you actually feel blood spurting out of you, wetting your clothes and dying Mona’s hands red. At this point, you’re unsure if she’s even listening. Mona keeps pressing her jacket into your wounds, though it doesn’t do much. She realizes that, and the haunted look on her face breaks your heart.

“I love you.”

Plain and simple. Mona said it.

Yeah, you and Mona have your moments, but coming from rival crews, love is the last thing you expect Mona to feel for you. You’ve brushed shoulders on the same jobs countless times, but more often than not, the two of you wind up laughing it out at a diner, so maybe love was inevitable. But in this cruel life you were forced into, where every man is for themself, perhaps this is inevitable as well.

This, meaning watching your own blood soak your clothes, the concrete, and the girl who just spat out the three words she has been terrified to say.

“I won’t ever forgive you if you die right now,” Mona says, “I’ll kill you myself if you do. You hear me? I can't lose you. Keep your eyes open.” Her voice is trembling, her usual bravado gone from seeing you like this: bloodstained and unmoving, minutes from passing out from blood loss.

God, you want to vomit. Not because of what Mona just said, but because you feel so dizzy, so tired. You put on a smile for her anyway, saying, “I can’t take you out on a date if we… if we both end up behind bars. Wait for me, okay? Soon as I get out, I’ll find you.”

“I’ve been to prison before, and it doesn’t scare me.”

Now, you’re the one to grow disgruntled, snapping, “But it scares me. If you end up behind bars because of me, I’d be so… mad, so I mean it. Go.”

“You think I’ll be able to live with myself if I just up and bolt right now?” Mona snaps. “Leave you here to die?”

“Mona, please… please go.” You know you won’t win this one, but you need to try. You need to… stay awake. You need to tell her you feel the same. She needs to know. You’ll tell her when you catch your breath. You breathe in and out slowly, but you find that taking in air gets more difficult with every passing second.

Mona is speaking to you. Her lips are moving and you feel wetness on your cheeks, but you’re certain you’re not crying, so it must mean she is. Yet, you can’t see it.

You can’t see much of anything at all.

prompt: you've just been shot, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking the fuck out, dropping the ''i love you, i can't lose you'' card, begging you not to close your eyes.

tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

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heartbreakers pt. 2

feat. colt kaneko, hazel nguyen, mal volari, nia ellarious, adrian raines, and f!sam dalton x gender neutral!reader.

summary: why things didn’t work out with these LIs.

part one: gabe, edward, tyril, raleigh, mona, & jax

warning: suggestive content

@choicesficwriterscreations

a/n: don’t take this srsly i was just vomiting words !!

COLT KANEKO: colt (whether he meant it or not, you truly don’t even remember) had said that he would forget his own name before he forgets you. right now, as you gaze across the dimly lit club, features alight with emotion as you see him, you fiercely hope that indeed, he has forgotten his own name. four years have gone by, and your reunion wasn’t supposed to be like this, surrounded by sweaty bodies and thrumming music. you feel gross. does he feel the same? you don’t know. he seems fine. he seems like he’s enjoying it—smiling as he kisses another person, hands dropping to their waist to pull them flush against his body.

HAZEL NGUYEN: you don’t become anything more with hazel other than a good lay. it’s unfortunate, but the same argument stands: she simply isn’t looking for a relationship. that’s fine. you don’t care. as long as you can press her body into the sheets, pepper her skin with kisses and bruises, and take her out to dinner afterwards, it’s fine. it’s not fine when you amble up to her hotel room and hear a thud against the door followed by breathy whispers and sounds of zippers being unzipped. there are others, you know that. hazel tells you. still, it hurts. you toss the bouquet of flowers into a trash can and trudge back to the elevator.

MAL VOLARI: mal, the magnificent. mal, the great adventurer. throughout his life, mal volari has earned many nicknames for his courageous spirit and his adventurous nature. one name that is only reserved for you to call is mine. mal is yours. he loves you and you love him. you love him so dearly you’re unsure how to tell him to stop trekking to remote caverns or mountains to retrieve ancient artifacts. it worries you, but that’s his passion, and you hate to be the person to tell him to stop doing the thing he loves for you. one morning, he kisses your forehead. still bleary from sleep, your grumble a halfhearted farewell in response. he promises to come back. the door closes. that had been months ago. where is he? he’ll come back soon, won’t he?

NIA ELLARIOUS: it’s not subtle. the way your eyes flit to tyril every time his back is turned to you. nia sees it. the warmth and affection in your gaze, the upwards curve of your lips when he speaks to you. a foreign feeling bubbles within her, one that feels unpleasant to say the least. jealousy is what it is, nia realizes, when she watches the two of you huddle together. she can only hope, that one day, you would turn your head in her direction and look at her with even just one ounce of something other than friendship.

ADRIAN RAINES: adrian said, with utmost earnesty, that he loves you so much it hurts. he was right. all you see in those warm eyes of his is pain. and something more. hatred, is it? your lover has come to hate you, it appears. but why? you simply don’t understand. you have everything and more at your fingertips, but adrian doesn’t seem to appreciate that. is he jealous that you’ve surpassed him in assets? is it because you now want something other than him, something more. more to conquer, more… power.

F!SAM DALTON: your phone is ringing again. no doubt, it’s another call from sam. you let it go to voicemail and turn over in your bed, wishing the incessant buzzing would cease. now that the whole world knows of your affair with sam, you only wish you hadn’t gotten lost in the lust of it all. you wish you hadn’t kissed her. you wish you hadn’t succumbed to your desires. you knew better. why did you let yourself feel something for her? did you really think this whole thing wouldn’t blow up in your face? as shitty as it is having strangers on the internet comment on your character and life choices, it has been wake up call to leave new york, leave sam dalton.

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daybreak

the royal masquerade: m!kayden x f!mc (hera aster)

summary: kayden shows his love for his queen when she comes down with a case of restlessness.

warnings: 18+ nsfw content ahead.

word count: 2k

The night is an expanse of ink, stretching across the sky and chasing away every bit of light. Slowly and unabatingly, it lightens to a dull grey, giving way to day as the sun peers out from above the horizon. It’s hours after palace staff have ceased their bustling in the corridors, making time for well-deserved rest. Consequently, the castle is silent, barren of hushed voices and quiet scuffs of shoes against carpet.

The silence is much too familiar to the lone figure standing in the throne room, gazing out of the stained glass windows at the spread of well trimmed greenery. Having spent half of her life in the library transcribing hundreds of pieces of literature, silence grew to bore her, spurring her mind to stray from the task at hand.

Hera isn’t quite plagued by wandering thoughts to have slinked out of bed and crept away so as to avoid disturbing her lover with her tossing and turning. It’s a simple case of restlessness, what with the anniversary of her coronation approaching. There’s much to reflect on her time as queen, and the same question—a question that has been lurking in the back of her head since the moment she took up the crown—returns to her mind.

Willing her body to stop shivering at the brisk air, Hera hugs herself, rubbing the palms of her hands along her arms. A moment later, a pair of arms slip around her waist, and Hera would’ve jolted if not for the familiar scratch of scrubble against her cheek.

Kayden noses at her jaw, planting a gentle kiss on her pulse point. Hera leans into him, and silently, he turns her around to envelop her in a proper embrace. A content sigh leaves Hera’s lips with his body pressed against hers. An instant warmth blankets her, warming up her nightgown clad body.

“You have that look on your face again,” Kayden comments. With a large, calloused hand, he strokes Hera’s cheek, earning a huff of soft laughter.

“What look?”

“Like you’re carrying the weight of the entire kingdom on your shoulders,” Kayden says, kissing the space between her eyebrows where there’s a furrow. He says it like it’s an astute observation, which it is, but he carries a humorous lilt as he speaks, almost as if teasing her for being predictable.

Hera relaxes her features upon his indication, however, but her murmured response still carries a weary tone, “I am, Kayden.”

“You have the King’s support, your sister, Hunter… you have me, Hera,” Kayden reminds, “You needn’t shoulder your burdens alone.”

At Kayden’s reassurance, Hera’s worries subdues a little. That’s right, she isn’t alone anymore. She isn’t the lowly scribe who spends hours upon hours scribbling into parchment anymore nor is she the inexperienced lady of House Aster contending for the throne.

She is Queen Hera of Cordonia, a title earned through hard effort and valor, and she has a circle of trusted friends.

Hera musters a nod and a small smile, the heavy feeling in her stomach not entirely expelled. Kayden, of course, knows this, offering, “Come back to bed with me.” Hera accepts without a word, and with intertwined fingers, Kayden leads her out of the chilly throne room.

“Tell me,” Kayden says, “what makes my queen worry so? How can I remedy your troubles?”

He looms over her, entrapping her between his arms and subsequently blocking a ray of soft sunshine from her eyes. Hera tips her head back, allowing Kayden more access as his lips attach to her throat, peppering the area with kisses. He moves lower, pressing a kiss to her exposed collarbone and hooks one finger onto her nightgown, tugging it open.

The sheer cloth slips from Hera’s shoulder and she settles herself on her elbows, meeting Kayden in another kiss as he works her gown off her upper body.

“You’re doing a pretty good job right now,” Hera is barely able to breathe out against his mouth, chest thudding with anticipation.

Kayden gives an appreciative huff of laughter, taking her hand and helping her up until she’s sitting upright. Hera blinks at him, an inquisitive look on her face as she ponders what Kayden plans to do next. He reverses their positions, moving to lay himself on the mattress and beckoning her close.

“Come here,” he says.

Hera straddles him, hands splayed across his chest. She takes this as the opportunity to feel along his pecs, his abdominal muscles, blushing when he chuckles and whispers with a tilt of his head, “Up here.”

Oh.

Hera obliges, slipping off her panties and carefully scooting herself up along Kayden’s body until she’s settled over his face. “Are you sure?” she asks, as if Kayden’s eyes aren’t alight with desire.

“Yes,” he confirms, strong arms looping around Hera’s thighs.

Kayden is much more gentle today, experimentally lapping and sucking her in slow, deliberate movements. Hera’s pleasure is amplified tenfold, especially when his thumb moves to her clit, massaging the bundle of nerves with enough pressure to draw out a quiet, broken moan from her. Her composure slips away in an instant, and she resorts to gripping onto the headboard to anchor herself.

With a shuddering breath, Hera adjusts herself so she can transfer more weight to her knees to avoid crushing Kayden, but he holds her down insistently, pushing his tongue into her. Hera yelps, eyes darting to the door in fear. It’s still early morning, but she cannot guarantee that anybody isn’t awake.

Just as she had predicted, she hears quick footsteps approach her bedchamber and a soft voice inquiring, “Is everything alright, Your Highness?”

Kayden, being Kayden, refuses to let Hera off the hook easily. He teases his tongue along her folds gently, reaching around to plunge two fingers into her slick cunt. He’s not knuckles deep inside her, but the slight curl of his digits paired with his exploring tongue is more than enough to spur her to her end.

“I’m—I’m okay. Enjoy your morning.” Hera musters.

“Yes, Your Highness. Please ring for me if you need anything.”

“Yes! Uh, I will.”

The sound of footsteps grow silent as the maidservant disappears down the corridor, and Hera pants, “You’re horribly mean.”

Kayden quirks a brow in challenge, proving Hera right with a long hum that sends vibrations along her body and making her cry, “Ohh, god…”

Her white-knuckled grip on the headboard is no longer enough to keep her from buckling. She rocks against Kayden’s face gently and he lets her. He lets her use him as she pleases. So as long as he lives, he will give everything Hera wishes for.

Hera reaches climax with a stifled moan, thighs trembling uncontrollably around Kayden’s face. He strokes her skin lightly and retracts his fingers, pleased to see she had a good time.

Hera scoots down from his face, struggling to catch her breath as Kayden sits upright, holds her to his chest, and begins rubbing along her back soothingly.

“Feeling okay?” he asks.

“Mhm…” Hera confirms.

She’s not yet sated, however. Moments later, she finds the hem of Kayden’s shirt and tugs the loose cloth over his head. He looks up at her expectedly, letting her decide their next move.

“Can I ride you?” she asks.

“Anything you would like,” he says, “I’ll give.”

Hera lowers her head to meet Kayden in a deep kiss in silent gratitude. She helps him out of the rest of his undergarments until he’s bare and positions herself over his length. Kayden is fully erect, and he rubs her hipbone encouragingly as she sinks onto his tip. The mixture of slick and spit between her legs is ample lubricant and in one swift move, she bottoms out.

Their hips meet with a squelch and Hera blushes. Kayden, on the other hand, is too overcome with the sensation of his lover wrapped around his cock to care.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” Hera mumbles.

Kayden nods in agreement, leaning against the headboard to get a good view. He greedily drinks in the sight of his queen atop him, dark eyes roaming from her intoxicated expression to her bouncing tits. With one hand, he cups her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before pinching her nipple. Hera tenses around him, squeezing him delightfully and drawing out a deep groan from his throat.

“You’re perfect,” he praises, “So good…”

“Ahh, Kayden,” she whines. Hera leans forward and wraps her arms around his neck, burrowing her face in the crook of his face. Truth be told, her back is cramping up, and she’s hoping the change in posture might help.

Kayden only takes this as the opportunity to thrust up into her. Hera arches beautifully against him, gasping little moans right into Kayden’s ear, which winds him up even more.

“Hng, I’m gonna—” Hera’s next breath lodges in her throat as Kayden grinds his hips up to hers. She spills over the edge instantly, a flash of white bursting across her vision.

Kayden assumes a unrelenting pace, chasing his own release, but he finds the time to plant a kiss on her shoulder. Hera lowers herself to meet him, uncaring of the sounds their joining bodies make. It’s wet, it’s loud, it’s nothing the palace staff haven’t heard before (though Hera knows they pretend they’re unaware).

Her whole body is tense at this point—thighs clenched and abdomen tight, and soon, Kayden bucks up one last time and pulls out with a breathy curse. Hera completely slumps over him, and thankfully Kayden is able to bear her weight. He even chuckles at her blissed out state.

“Doing okay?” he asks.

“Uhhng,” she grunts.

“Wait here for a moment. I’ll draw us a bath.”

Ten minutes later, they’re settled in warm water and bubbles. Kayden’s arms are curled protectively around her torso, just how she likes it. She settles her hands atop his, fingers playing idly with his as she asks, “Kayden, are you happy?”

Kayden is befuddled by the sudden question, but nonetheless, he answers earnestly, “Yes, how can I not be?”

Hera twists around to face him, taking a deep breath before beginning, “We spoke of running away and opening a bakery, but… one year later, we’re running a kingdom with haughty nobles everywhere. Did we make the right decision? Are you truly happy with—”

“Hera…” Kayden says, his tone gentle yet firm, “I’m perfectly happy. Haughty nobles and all. No matter where we are, I will always be content because I have you.” There is complete sincerity in his voice and his eyes, and Hera smiles. Kayden is truly wonderful. She doesn’t deserve him.

“Are you happy?” Kayden questions.

Hers mulls over the question for a moment. Yes, she supposes she is happy. There’s nothing to be unhappy about. The kingdom is flourishing, the royal Houses are all in support of her decisions, and most importantly, the common folks are satisfied. A part of her still wonders what life would've been like if she had run away with Kayden, but deep down, she knows she would never forgive herself if that were to happen.

“I am content, as well,” Hera finally answers, “but if I ever change my mind, let’s fake our deaths and run off to the countryside to live in a small cottage.”

Kayden genuinely smiles and nods. “If that is what you wish, I will oblige.”

They burst into a fit of quiet laughter and share a quick kiss before Hera resettles herself against Kayden’s chest. The warmth of the bathroom muddles her mind, and once again, she begins to nod off.

“You can sleep,” Kayden mumbles into her ear, “I’ll dry you off.”

“I’d look like a prune by the time I get out,” Hera murmurs.

“Only for a bit.”

Hera laughs, affection blooming in her chest as Kayden kisses her cheek.

“Let me take care of you,” he says.

“You’ve done enough of that today,” Hera says, “Your queen is very satisfied with your performance.”

Kayden cracks a smile. “Does this lowly one get a reward in return?”

“Naturally, after we finish bathing.”

“I shall anticipate my prize.”

tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

a/n: hey y’all… how y’all doing… 😀😀 i certainly didn’t expect college to be this busy but yeaaaaa i’m wrapping up my first semester so hopefully i’ll be able to be more active + crank out more fics soon. i can’t lie i haven’t been keeping up w choices lately so lmk what’s happening lolll😭 anyways i hope u guys liked this one hehe it was fun to write <3

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Hey i don't know if you are taking request or not but if you are would mind doing something where book1 or pre dating time Mc getting jealous because someone flirted with Beckett. Also i love your work ❤❤❤❤

- MC’s mind is not their own during the thief championship celebration, the very own championship they secured with the immense help of their teammates. it’s almost juvenile to say that MC is zoned in on beckett harrington in the corner of the banquet hall.

- he hasn’t congratulated me yet, MC thinks, pouting ever so slightly, and who is it that he’s speaking to? they sure look happy...

- MC should be mingling. they should be celebrating with their teammates, laughing and enjoying the party, but no—they’re sulking by the buffet table, mustering smiles at anyone who comes up to congratulate them for the win.

- zeph bounds over, grinning, with two drinks in hand. he hands one over to MC, who’s almost too distracted to accept. he nudges them, teasing, “you lovesick puppy... go get him! ask him to dance.”

- with a small push from zeph, MC is off, striding across the party to ask beckett to dance.

- the person who beckett is speaking to playfully slaps his chest and steps closer, dusting away a couple of stray hairs from his forehead. they even settle a hand on beckett’s arm.

- seeing this, MC nearly trips over their feet. we’ve hugged, we’ve kissed. does it mean nothing to beckett?

- MC is painfully embarrassed, even more so when the person beckett is speaking to notices their presence and loops their arms around beckett’s neck, grinning sweetly as they do so.

- this is how they wanna play it? fine, MC thinks.

- as expected, beckett moves away instantly, clearing his throat and stating, “i have a partner already. please don’t do that again.” and he excuses himself, stepping around a dancing couple until he comes face to face with a seething MC.

- the smile that splits across beckett’s face is dazzling. he engulfs MC in an embrace, breaking apart when he realizes what he’s done. “that was brash, i apologize! i shouldn’t have—”

- MC only shakes their head, tugging him back into the hug. “no, don’t apologize. dance with me?” i like it when you hold me, MC almost wants to say.

- beckett accepts, and together, they idly drift across the dance floor.

- “so...” MC begins, “who was that?”

- “a family friend,” beckett says, “i only gave them the time of day because their family had connections with mine. what you saw was...”

- “beckett, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. i’m not... jealous or anything.”

- beckett might’ve believed MC if he didn’t know them so well, if they didn’t try to avoid eye contact with him whilst grumbling.

- “you could at the very least try to sound convincing,” beckett says. he fails at concealing his giddy smile, earning another sheepish groan from MC.

- “don’t get cocky, beckett harrington.”

- beckett laughs, tugging MC closer by the waist. he leans in to whisper against their ear, “i like it when you’re jealous.”

- “yeah? you’ll like this even better.” MC curls one hand into beckett’s brown locks, capturing his lips in a kiss so fierce that it nearly knocks him off his feet. MC’s grip on beckett’s hair is unusually tight, but he likes it, so much so that he groans into their mouth, matching their fervor with his own.

- somewhere in the crowd, there’s the faint sound of glass smashing into concrete. MC cracks open an eye, smiling into the kiss as beckett’s friend haphazardly cleans up the broken glass they dropped.

tags: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @warblerlo @iufilms @bluebellot

a/n: hi love! thank u for reading my works and sending in this request. sorry it took a while, but i hope u enjoy this one <333 and yes guys i’m alive!!! college has just been crazy. i’ll be posting a beckett fic soon i promise!

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Hello! How are you doing?

Headcanons for Beckett and his girlfriend who needs assurance when it comes to being safe, loved etc.

I was thinking maybe during intimate moments but if you're not comfortable with that then maybe just headcanons for general moments

- beckett, as eloquent as he is, has trouble finding the right words to express his love for his girlfriend at times.

- if she was ever in a bad head space, however, and needed reassurance, beckett would do his damndest to show her that she is loved.

- he’d bring her close, cupping her cheeks and looking her in the eye, sincerely letting her know just how important she is to him.

- beckett makes it known to her that he would always be there for her, no matter what. after all, he is the same man who opened a portal in order to save the person he loves. nothing could ever keep them apart.

- he would also blame himself a bit. what could he do to become a better boyfriend? how could he improve? why didn��t he notice sooner that she was feeling this way? oh, he’d nitpick at himself until his girlfriend smiles and tugs him close.

- “just hold me for now... please?” she’d ask.

- beckett stops his ramble, nodding and mustering a small smile. if that’s what she wants, then he’ll make it happen. he’ll do anything to cheer her up.

- he’s extra attentive on days like those, running her a bath or ordering her favorite dessert as a treat. even after his girlfriend protests about not needing anything special done for her, beckett still wants to spoil her.

- after she seems to be in a better headspace, beckett would remind her once again that he loves her and that he would always be there for her whenever she needs. his eyes are full of adoration and genuineness, and anyone can tell that he means it 100%.

tags: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @warblerlo @iufilms @bluebellot

a/n: feels like forever since i last posted :O once i get settled down in my new dorm i’ll def maintain a better posting schedule !!

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how about anything with cal being protective over mc

- now, cal knows MC is more than capable. he’s seen her in action, he knows she can handle herself. that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to keep her out of trouble though.

- he’s not going to forbid her from fighting, he’s only going to join her.

- together, they’re an excellent team, working efficiently alongside each other to clear enemies.

- they fight back to back in order to keep an eye on one another. if someone wanted to get at MC, they’d have to get through cal. vice versa.

- after the fight, it’s more likely they’ll walk away a couple of scratches. nothing too serious, but it still stings.

- luckily for both of them, MC is good with her hands and knows her way around bandaging people up.

- cal would lay in her lap as she dabs ointment onto his forehead, feeling her heart clench in worry when he winces. afterwards, she plants a kiss on his face, raking her fingers through his hair and caressing his cheek until he dozes off.

- if MC was the one who’d been injured more, cal would seethe, firstly. he’s still tense when they return home, but then MC smiles up at him, wrapping her arms around his taut body and reminding him that they’re okay.

- cal is protective in their daily life as well. he’s really attentive to their surroundings being a werewolf and all, so if there’s any sign of trouble, he’ll know it before MC does.

- cal’s a wonderful boyfriend because of his attentiveness. when they’re walking on the streets, he’s always walking on the outer side, closer to traffic. if he notices that MC is shivering, he’ll offer up his jacket, since he runs warm easily.

- overall, they’re just there for each other. always.

#choices #playchoices #nightbound #cal lowell #request

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request: Tatum Mendoza from FA when he sees fem!MC get hit on by a guy that makes her uncomfortable?

*** below the cut contains themes like unwanted flirting, please view with caution.

- it’s not a surprise that tatum is extremely observant. as MC’s bodyguard as well as boyfriend, he’s constantly looking out for her because well, she’s MC.

- tatum is looking over MC at a respectable distance while she hangs out with dionne at the bar, and before the guy is even hitting on her, tatum is already boring holes into him.

- it’s not that he gets jealous easily, it’s that after all, MC is the first daughter of rutherland and tatum would sooner lick the concrete ground than let harm come to her.

- tatum watches carefully as the guy leans into the bar, a dumb smirk on his face as he tries to flirt with MC. she doesn’t play into his flirting, instead mustering a smile and returning to her conversation with dionne.

- the guy doesn’t know how to take a hint. he continually pesters MC, asking her why she’s here and if she’s single. it’s obvious MC doesn’t want to speak to this man, so tatum’s moves from his post, ready to step in.

- but dionne’s quicker. she tells off the guy with ease and tugs MC away from him, throwing a scowl over her shoulder as they make a beeline for the dance floor.

- alright. crisis averted. thank god for dionne. MC is safe. tatum relaxes.

- not even a minute later, the guy from the bar has tracked down MC and dionne on the dance floor. while MC is dancing, swaying her hips and whirling around, the guy comes up behind her.

- and that’s about as far as he gets because tatum is stepping in, separating the guy from MC.

- the guy goes for the clueless act, spouting nonsense like, “what? i wasn’t even flirting with her. she’s not even that hot. i’m leaving anyway!” good riddance.

- tatum checks up on MC, apologizing for not stepping in earlier. MC only smiles, wrapping her arms around tatum and asking for a dance.

- “i’m on duty,” tatum says.

- “you forget you’re also my boyfriend,” MC says, pecking him on the cheek, “one dance won’t hurt.”

- how could he say no to her?

#foreign affairs #tatum mendoza #choices #playchoices #request

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quick update!

since im gonna be moving into my dorm + starting college soon, requests n fics will be rolling out slower starting from now on. just letting y’all know !! :))

anyway yeah! i just uploaded a nsfw beckett drabble as a parting gift (??) before i become less active <3

#gonna be inactive for a hot minute but i will pop in from time to time i promise!! #personal

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A bit spicy but... Beckett and a female s/o that can barely take him in all the way? Not too sure if that made sense

warning: nsfw below the cut. by viewing this work, you consent you’re 18+

“Oh—Beckett…”

Eden is practically begging as she watches Beckett untuck himself from his boxers, but that becomes a lie when he runs his tip up and down her slick folds, earning a quiet moan from her. Now, she’s truly begging, jutting out her backside and babbling ‘please’ and ‘hurry’ like a mantra. Her legs may very well give out at any moment and someone could easily pop into the room right now, but she doesn’t care, not when the reward is higher than the risk.

“Come on,” Eden mumbles, “We only have ten minutes before they send out a search party for us.”

Beckett laughs softly at this. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it, I promise.”

Beckett pushes in carefully, one of his hands reaching around to knead Eden’s clothed breast while his mouth plants a kiss on her nape. He’s barely halfway in when Eden releases a strangled mewl. Her grip on the velvety curtain tightens, but she revels in the slight tinge of pain that comes with pleasure.

Eden is able to take him so well usually, but that was, of course, the result of Beckett working her open until she’s flushing and glistening. Unfortunately, they don’t have the luxury of taking their time, exploring each other’s bodies. As Beckett continues easing himself in, a cacophony of orchestral music and muffled laughter floats through the closed door, causing Eden to tense up.

“God, you feel…” Beckett’s breath catches, and he groans, pausing his movements. “This won’t do…”

“Give me a minute,” Eden whimpers, “I can—I can take—”

Beckett fully unsheathes himself and turns Eden around by the hips. He backs her against the window, dipping one finger into her. Eden grips onto his shoulders at his quick movements, panting into his neck when he adds another digit. Beckett curls and prods his fingers the way she likes it, lips slotting against Eden’s to quiet her down.

“You like this better, don’t you?” Beckett whispers, pulling away to gauge her reaction. He’s pleased to find Eden nodding and gently rocking her hips, too caught up in the pleasure to give him a verbal answer.

“Good,” Beckett mumbles, circling her clit with his thumb. Eden jerks involuntarily and lets out a moan as he adds, “You feel ready…”

“I am,” Eden breathes, teeth sinking into her bottom lip when Beckett lifts one of her legs. She wraps it around his hip instinctively and watches as he pushes into her once more.

tags: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @warblerlo @iufilms (lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any future beckett fics/other works in the replies <3)

a/n: dw it made sense anon!! i hope u enjoy this one and ty for requesting!

#choices #playchoices #the elementalists #beckett harrington #choices stories you play #request

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THANK YOU <3

Hi! Do you have anything for Beckett x MC being protective of each other, like during the fight with Kane?

- beckett and MC are both fully aware of each other’s capabilities, so most of their attention would be focused on bringing down the air source. however, that’s not to say they wouldn’t glimpse around the battlefield for each other.

- MC is especially observant of beckett’s whereabouts, not because they’re afraid he can’t handle himself, but because of what had happened during the thief game some weeks ago.

- after witnessing beckett being pierced by a shrapnel and passing out, MC cannot stand to see it happen again. they just can’t.

- they know beckett had promised to never scare them like that again and they know he’ll follow through with his words, but kane? unpredictable, merciless kane? they doesn’t know what lengths he’d go to in order to harm MC. and harming beckett is definitely not out of the question.

- if kane took notice of their relationship during the fight at the thief game, he’d use it to his advantage in every way.

- MC is evading every one of kane’s attacks and dealing devastating blows to him? kane would attack beckett in response, which would draw MC’s attention away, allowing him to slip away. vice versa.

- MC and beckett are both quick to figure this out. effortlessly, they’d cast shields or domes in front of or over each other when they catch kane attacking them.

- “i promised that all you hold dear will suffer, didn’t i?” kane sneers, “that includes the pesky mortal who is so taken with you.”

- even as he’s dangling over the chasm, kane sends a pathetic rush of magick at beckett, who bats it away without care.

- bright magick bursts from MC’s hand and sears kane’s skin and they say, “beckett is twice the person you’ll ever be, kane. you claimed you didn’t understand human emotions either, so today’s your lucky day”—MC’s magick, along with atlas’, double in power, sinking kane into the chasm and ripping an angered scream from him—“this is what agony feels like.”

- after gemma cages kane with her magick, completing the seal, MC sags into beckett’s arms. they don’t speak for a while, just relishing in the sound of each other’s heavy breaths and how warm they feel. they’re alive. they’re okay. kane is gone.

tags: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @warblerlo (lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any future beckett fics/other works in the replies <3)