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Drowning (Beckett x MC)
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Pair: Beckett Harrington X F!MC (Maeve Raven)
Maeve Raven (Sun + Earth Att)  FC - Dianna Agron
Beckett Harrington FC - Grant Gustin
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry
Author’s Note: This set somewhere in a couple of weeks after rave. Also this is closer to the end of November. Please let me know, if you don’t want to be tagged or want to be be added to the tag list.
Word Count: 3949
Warnings: light angst + fluff.
Tagging: @elles-choices @tmarie82 @walkerismychoice @harrington-sinclaire @boneandfur @damienazarionos @darley1101
This was the last days of November and the winter was slowly claiming Penderghast’s grounds. As if following Maeve’s changing mood cool white and blueish winter colours came like the wind to replace cheerful autumn hues. Maeve sat on the windowsill hopelessly trying to focus on the book in the red leather binding lying in front of her. Her gaze kept coming back to look out through the misted window and her thoughts carried off to the similar evening and the similar noise of excitement outside her room. She could hardly believe that it was only a few weeks since she was wondering through colourful forest with her friends in search of a rave. She wore sexy blue sparkling dress that hardly covered her tights and warm autumn breeze whispered over a carpet of red and yellow leaves caressing her exposed skin. She sights, mentally returning to this evening. The feeling of happiness and lightness she would feel this day hang in the air, mixed with fright and hopelessness coming to her at nightfall for weeks already. She was drowning… drowning every night since then. And the only thing that kept her to fight… to leave… to hope… was the taste of his lips she craved, the scent of him igniting the flame of desire and the hope… this stupid hope that this kiss was for real and meant something… something she was afraid to name yet. But she wasn’t sure if this was enough anymore, as this nightmare she experienced every night since this evening became stronger, and her will and memory faded away. This was already a couple of weeks since their kiss at the pond and Maeve started to wonder if she may misinterpret the reason why he agreed to kiss her. Despite her hopes nothing has changed since this night. They still hang out with their friends trying to solve a mystery of shadow monsters, but since than he never tried to stay with her alone or make a move.
“Dammit Beckett…“, she thought exasperatedly huffing and irritatingly biting her lower lip, “What is wrong with you.” When he kissed her this evening she was sure it made him as lightheaded as her, making his blood rush through his body and his heart race in his chest setting them both on fire. His hands roaming over her body pressing himself closer to her. All bad thoughts disappearing in oblivion, leaving just two of them in this moment, saving her and giving her so needed peace for the first time since her unexpected appearance at Penderghast College of Elemental Magicks. Getting there made her lift her walls up once again hiding behind her radiant smiles and the only few people who knew what was hidden behind that delicate girl with a smile of a sunshine and an eyes of a fierce warrior were left behind. Or so she thought… But unexpectedly… somehow… this guy who irritated her from the first day and made her so angry so she couldn’t breathe… become the one she could truly be herself. No pretence, no judgment and chilling fear, the one she couldn’t hide from his piercing eyes.
Her eyes roamed one more time over open book, but as Shreya’s exited voice was threateningly closer to her room Maeve decided to retreat to the only place she was sure would be empty at such hour. Quietly she stood from the windowsill and headed for the hidden door before her enthusiastic roommate could stop her and drag to some annoying party. She wasn’t in the mood for this, and even more wasn’t in the mood for explaining herself to her friend. So much have happened over the last couple of weeks and she was just tired of pretence, tired of putting and holding her walls up, tired from lack of sleep and from nightmares who became more and more real with every night, more and more dangerous.
She closed her eyes trying to focus and calm her breath. Her hand quickly moved along the wall running her fingers along the wooden panelling of the wall. She pressed her hand forward, and a piece of wood sink in opening an entrance in the wall.
Escaping her room, she started to move along the empty corridors and staircases to the one location where she could finally be herself, focus on her study and distract her minds from troublesome thoughts occupying her. It took her just some minutes to get there and she found herself standing in front of a big wooden panel. Maeve run her fingers along the panelling as trying to memorise each notch and ledge, searching for the one that she knew by now will drop down a ladder from the ceiling. She could feel it under her fingers pressing her hand forward revealing a trap door. She nimbly used the ladder, finally getting to the comforting atmosphere of the Roost. Maeve sight with relief, looking around empty twilight room lit just by a crackling fireplace in the back. She quietly moved to the fireplace without taking her eyes off the fire as a moth drawn by the flame. She sunk in a big comfortable armchair tucking legs under herself, the book she was holding all this time tightly pressed to her chest. Her mind finally relaxed, no need for pretence anymore, no need to be strong and radiantly happy. She sights. Her eyes wailed with tears from overbearing tiredness and fear haunting her all the time at nightfall. She shook them off by the back of her hand and slowly opened the book. Her eyes roaming along the pages swallowing ancient knowledge kept by these pages hungrily until her eyes become heavy with sleep. She tried to fight this, dreading to give up… so tired… so scared… but as it happened every night before, Maeve knew this is inevitable and she was consumed with a deep sleep.
She didn’t notice while falling asleep the lonely dark figure appearing on the Roost’s threshold. Hesitating for a moment the figure moved slowly to the light, revealing Beckett’s strong body, coming closer to the fire watching small vulnerable frame curled up into the armchair. He could see her hands growing weaker and heavy book starting to slip out of her fingers, but before it could hit the floor with a loud thud, Beckett quickly knelt down in front of her catching the book and laying it quietly on the table beside him. His eyes caressing her and smile tugged in the corners of his lips. She was so peaceful, so homely, wearing this oversized knitted dark blue tunic, black tight leggings and warm wool socks. “So beautiful”, he murmured gently, tucking a strand of sunkissed hairs behind her ear, watching her peacefully asleep. When suddenly she started to struggle with something unseen to him. At first this was just mumbling and uneasy noises she made during her sleep, as thought she had a nightmare… Beckett could swear that he could hear her use some advanced fighting spells, when suddenly this stopped as abruptly as it began. And instead of this Maeve’s eyes started to roll under her eyelids and her body started to shake violently. Her fists clenched on the top of her tunic tearing it apart as thought trying to ease breathing. He looked in horror on her beautiful face contorted in a mask of pain and fear still kneeling in front of her.
- Maeve…, - she shook her lightly trying not to scare her off from this nightmare, but nothing happened, - Maeve… please… Maeve, wake up, - he shook her harder, squeezing her hands in his to prevent her from harming herself. He could see by now that this wasn’t a simple nightmare, this was something more powerful, more real… and he could feel it radiating from her. The only thing he hoped for was that this is something, what she will be strong enough to fight. Not thinking twice, he squeezed her hands stronger, whispering her name again and again, calming his breathing and closing his eyes trying to find something to hold on for her. He could feel his arms started to glow with metallic shine, becoming warmer and combining with her sunshine warms radiating from her palms. His powers slowly started to flow into her, sharing all his power and knowledge. He knew that this spell is temporary, but at this moment Beckett only hoped that this will last long enough to bring Maeve back to him. He hoped this powers and knowledge will help her fight whatever she is fighting and to help her break through the powerful magick that hold her in this nightmare. He could feel how his eyelids got heavier and his head slowly dropped to Maeve’s lap, but he never let go of her hands. He had no idea how much time have passed, it seems that he had dozed off, and rather felt than seen that she finally come to life. Beckett slowly lifted his grey eyes meeting her big hazel eyes filled with fright. He could feel his power returning back to him, his hands still clasping hers, unable to look away from each other even for a moment, their hearts pounding violently breaking the deadly silence of the room.
They both were unsure of how much time passed until Beckett realised that he was still holding Maeve’s hands in his, caressing her knuckles with his thumb trying to make them warm. He instantly let go of her feeling his cheeks starting to burn turning dark shade of pink. He sheepishly run fingers through his hair.
- Maeve…  - he cleared his throat, taking a deep breath steadying himself before continuing to speak, - are you okay? do you want to speak about what happened with you, - Beckett asked, carefully studying her face, waiting for her to reply.
- I do, - whispered Maeve barely audible, her voice breaking slightly. Her eyes were wide open and filled with tears, hands clasped on her laps and still shaken.
- You are shaken, - whispered Beckett gently touching her slim hand as if afraid to frighten her - and your hands are so cold, - he rubbed her hands between his, smiling at her shyly, - Let me make you something to warm you up and then… then you will tell me what happened.
Maeve looked at him with gratitude, squeezing his hands weakly. She was so glad he was here. She knew subconsciously, that if he wouldn’t appear here… if he wouldn’t have done something… she wouldn’t be gone. She could feel that this time it would be the end of her. She clasped her hands tighter over her laps still shaken from her dream, eyes filled with tears.
After some time, Beckett has returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate holding out one for her, waiting until she would accept it with grateful nod. Maeve wrapped her freezing hands around steamy mug, inhaling scent of peppermint. Her minds fogged with a childhood memory she thought have been long lost. This wasn’t a picture, but this was a voice… soft caring voice of a young woman. This was a smell… smell of freshly made peppermint hot chocolate still steaming in a big saucepan. And this was a sense… sense of safety, happiness and carelessness she felt in a warm and gentle arms of her mother. She sights, closing her eyes to remember.
The young woman sat between two small cradles soothingly swinging them. Her long silky hairs were cascading down her spine and her soft quite singing echoed through the small country kitchen filled with a peppermint scent. This was an old, long forgotten Irish lullaby and her melodic voice flowed through the air.
“O Sleep, my baby, you are sharing
With the sun in rest repairing;”
She smiled gently to a little baby girl with an angelic face and blond hairs, who watched her with curiosity. Her little hand with a sun birthmark on her forearm was stretched out trying to catch a sunbeam. She turned to the second cradle, watching second girl snoring peacefully in her sleep.
“While the moon her silver chair in
Watches with your mother.”
She smiled sadly to a little girl with the same face, but with a raven hairs soundly asleep in another cradle wearing a moon birthmark on her forearm.
“Shoheen, sho lo,
Lulla lo lo!!”
She continued to sing, her voice trailing off filling the air with hope and hopelessness, with happiness and sadness, with sun warmth and moon coldness. The young woman’s voice rung soothingly, but her face was reflecting despair and tears flown down her face with each verse. The young man appeared on the threshold listening for his wife’s soft voice singing to their beautiful and so different daughters with the same face. He could smell peppermint in the air that become so familiar during this cold season and smiled lovingly. He noticed big mug on the kitchen counter, thoughtfully placed for him by his wife filled with Peppermint hot chocolate.
- They will be fine, - he murmured quietly, bending to kiss his wife on the forehead, - you know, that prescience isn’t exact science.
She raised her face to meet his, in her eyes question she was afraid to ask “Will they?” Her voice shaken nearing to the end of the song.
“And ah! my child as free from cumber,
Thus thro’ life could'st thou but slumber,”
She watched her girls with a great love in her eyes, both so different in every possible way, but so similar in looks. One tender and loving soul, eager for knowledge and curious for life. Another irritable and reflective, who loved nightfall and resented light.
“Thus in death go join the number
Of God’s smiling angels.”
One as a ray of sunshine, her smiles warm and sincere, her joy is genuine. Another as glow of the moon, her smiles beautiful, but delusive, her actions calculated, but childlike naive.
She leaned over and took a smiling angel out of cradle. Her hands gentle and soothing, her voice like a murmur and whispering meadow. It felt safe here and secure. Maeve could feel her eyes become heavy with sleep, snuggling up tighter to her mum’s chest, the feeling of boundless happiness and carelessness flooded over her while she fell fast asleep.
“Shoheen sho lo,
Lulla lo lo!”
Soft voice trailed off, dying in the air filled with a peppermint smell.
- How did you know? - breathed out Maeve, ripped back to reality.
- Shreya told me, - Beckett answered simply, kneeling in front of Maeve, with a mug in one hand, while another hesitantly laid on top of hers. They sat in silence drinking steaming drink, they eyes not looking at each other. Both deep in thoughts, searching for words, choosing them carefully.
- Thank you, - whispered Maeve, lifting her eyes to meet his deep stormy eyes, - for this, - she lifted her mug in silent salute, - and…, - she stopped, still unsure of what to say and how to explain to him what happens with her. She could feel his fingers draw soothing circles on her wrist and palm, calming her, making her stronger. Taking another gulp of steaming drink, she breathed out and started to speak, - This started to happen after the rave, couple of weeks ago… After we parted…, - Maeve blushed remembering their kisses, feeling his hand freeze before squeezing her encouragingly, - After we parted, I heard someone has been screaming somewhere near to the pond, but when I got there… no one was here. I saw the strange light coming from the pond, like moonshine. It drew me closer, bewitching me, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of it, looking at my reflection in the dark water. I remember, how my hand drew closer to touch the surface and when I done this… my body was hit by something cold and it started to glow with moonlight shining. It felt… it felt as if I started to drown… it was deadly cold and frightening. I couldn’t move… I couldn’t scream… I could just give up and disappear… But…, - Maeve looked at him with desperation, - but your kiss… our kiss, - she whispered watching Beckett blush under her gaze, - it gave me courage, gave me something to fight for. It was so stupid…, - she sights sadly, avoiding his eyes.
- Mae…, - he whispered softly.
- As I said it gave me a courage I needed so much. When I got free, I was so weak, so frightened… but alive, - Maeve continued with a sad smile, her eyes shining with tears, - First night, after this incident, I slept restlessly. I was still shaken, tired, confused, but I slept… and then… the next night, nightmares begun. At first it was just some shadow monster cornering me into the black waters of the lake. I was paralysed with fear, feeling helpless and so so cold. I tried to wake up… but I couldn’t… I tried to scream… but this wasn’t possible. I went further and further from the shore, plunging deeper into the icy water. And the only thought that kept me to fight, was you. But every night this nightmare becomes more real, more difficult to fight and more dangerous, - she looked up meeting Beckett’s eyes.
- Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me?
- I don’t know. I guess… I guess at first I thought this is just a nightmare. But it became more vivid and more frightening with every night. And then… and then I didn’t know, how to tell what happening. How do you tell your friends, that some shadow monster can not only get you during the day, but also creeps into your dreams? How do you tell the people you care about, that every night this dreams... these nightmares becomes more real and it gets much harder to wake up from them? How do you tell the person you care the most, that here may be no tomorrow? How do you tell, that you are scared of nightfall and trying not to fall asleep?
- Mae, you should have told me. I could have helped you. I could have done something… anything.
- Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, - she whispered sadly, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
-No… no, I didn’t mean it this way. I mean I… I was worried, of course I was, but… - he hastily placed mug on the table, squeezing her hand with both his hands, - but when I saw you today fighting something in your sleep. I… this scared me more than I would care to admit, if I just knew that this is happening to you, I would be prepared. I would be able to help you more. I felt so helpless. If you would just tell me, I could be there for you and we would figure out this together.
- Why? - Maeve asked simply, but Beckett knew exactly what she meant by this. So this was his chance to admit his true feelings to her, or just screw this up again. It seems that lately he became an expert in this… An expert in screwing things up with her. Before breaking prolonged silence, he breathed deeply.
- Because… Because you mean a lot to me. You are my only true friend, - he could feel how the last bit of hope in her went out and the single tear run down her cheek, - I care for you, and I… I fall in love with you, - he breathed out, his eyes not leaving hers even for a second. He could see how streams of silvery tears, reflecting dancing flames, run down her face, but her eyes sparkled with reborn hope. Beckett gently took half empty mug from Maeve’s hand placing it on the table near to her study book before taking both of her hands in his, hesitantly placing soft kisses to her palms and wrists. His eyes slide to her parted lips and he shifted closer to her. Beckett slowly moved his face to Maeve’s giving her a chance to stop him, but instead of this she gently leaned in and kissed his warm lips. He kissed her back and the world fell apart. It was slow and soft kiss, comforting her more than words would do. For the first time within these weeks’ her mind wasn’t locked on nightmares she had. The worries and fright evaporated like a first snowflakes on the warm skin. All she can focus was Beckett, his quite moan escaping him, his soft lips gently exploring hers, intoxicating unique smell of his cologne and most of all, the way he tastes like freshly picked peppermint and the morning’s breeze. His hands slowly slide up along her arms to cup her cheeks. Their breaths mingled as his thumb caressed her soft skin. She pulled him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. His lips explored hers painfully slow savouring the moment. He could feel her moist velvety lips parting for his tongue to slide in, her sweet scent making his blood burn with desire. When they broke apart for air, Beckett rested his forehead against Maeve’s breathing heavily. His eyes closed in an attempt to recover, his hands still caressing her cheeks.
He opened his eyes slowly meeting her weary glance with a gleam of happiness in her eyes.
- Beckett, why should I almost to drown, so you could admit your feelings to me?
- You shouldn’t, - he blurted out quickly. His eyes softening when he sees the hint of a smile in the corners of her eyes, - you teasing me? Again, - he said reproachfully, but his smile and voice betraying him. He looks at her with concern. Her eyes show a sign of a many sleepless nights and he could see a fear in them ready to break free as soon as she would be left alone.
- Mae, - he starts softly, gently caressing her cheek, - when was the last time you slept?
- I... I don’t know..., - Maeve answered her voice breaking, barely above the whisper, - At first this nightmare came once per night, but lately... They feel so strong... and I become so weakened and tired. I’m scared of closing my eyes and never open them again to see you.
- I will never let this to happen again. I’m so sorry to let you down... Mae, I’m so sorry... I was such an idiot, - he leaned in to kiss her gently before slipping to sit next to her. His hands hooked around Maeve, holding her close to his heart. 
Maeve could feel how her last guards started to crumple. She buried her face in his chest and her shoulders started to shake with uncontrollable cries. All her fears and tiredness poured into hot streams of tears little by little freeing and making her whole again. Maeve snuggled closer to Beckett, feeling his lips gently pressed to the top of her head and his hot breath caressing her. She could smell peppermint scent flying in the air soothing her senses and calming her. Her eyelids got heavier with sleep, while Beckett gently stroked and fiddled with her long sunkissed hairs. Her sobs gradually calming down, until she fall asleep, tucked safely into Beckett’s strong arms.
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