pairings : beckett harrington x mc
your moral compass has shifted.
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she falls gracefully, more graceful than anything atlas ever did in life.
she lived violently, and ended violently.
but after? she was finally at peace.
looking down at her now, you barely recognize your twin. her gentle expression makes her look young, even after all these years at war seemed to age her.
shreya’s faint sobbing is within earshot as she clutches at atlas’s side.
atlas’s family was never there, and shreya, a member of the perpetually workaholic and rich minstry family, could relate. she’d been more of a sister to atlas these last few months than you had.
“we have to keep going,” your voice echoes through the mostly empty room of the main penderghast building, save for atlas’s body and a now-defunct turret, the one that shot atlas.
shreya only stops her crying to look up in disbelief.
atlas was collateral damage, and she’d been prepared to die for a cause. to stop and mourn now would make her have died in vain.
“she was your twin!” she screams, and even you flinch at the sudden outburst.
“don’t you feel anything anymore?”
“we’re attuned, shreya. made for fighting, not feeling. i thought you knew that.”
shreya only scoffs and shifts back towards atlas.
you decide to keep moving without her.
you’re only halfway down the next hallway, on your way to the office where kane would be waiting, when someone calls out to you from behind.
you expect it to be shreya, but when you turn to look, you soften.
you only ever soften for beckett harrington.
“(name), stop.” he calls out again, stopping and leaving a few feet between you, a distance that wouldn’t have otherwise existed six months ago.
he’s rugged and not as composed as he usually kept himself. he struggled to catch up with you.
“atlas is gone.” you say the words almost too nonchalantly.
he doesn’t respond, only moving closer, quickly, until your faces are only inches apart. he moves a hand to cup your cheek and the touch is warm, urgent, and familiar and for once, you don’t want to pull away.
his thumb caresses your lip, and he eyes the old scars that dress your face.
“i don’t recognize you, not anymore.”
you regret letting your guard down and you push his hand off of your face.
“they took so much from me!”
“i lost them, too. so did shreya, so did atlas. and zeph?”
the mention of his name makes tears sting your eyes. he was naive, and a burden to you in your search for your mom,, but when it came down to it, you should have saved him, shouldn’t have hesitated. you killed him. kane had taken his oxygen away but you didn’t supply him with it, either.
beckett shakes his head. “there’s always a choice.”
“when did they make you a monster?”
hearing him say that, hearing it now-
when is a monster a monster?
“i didn’t want to be like this,” you step closer to him. “you were my good thing, beckett. i love you, i still do.”
your heart thunders in your rib cage, and the silence alone steals more of your air than kane ever could.
he rushes you in an instant, and you notice he’s changed, too. beckett harrington used to be all manners and kind touches.
now, he was rough, and his lips move against yours, aggressive and abrasive. he makes you burn, and you want him closer, closer like before. you push and pull until you’re leaning against the wall and he’s pinning you there. his lips move down the length of the sensitive skin of your neck rushedly, searching and desperate.
he takes the hem of your shirt in his first while you tug at his collar, touch his neck. he was always a distraction.
“stay for me,” you’re almost begging when you break apart. he was the only thing left. the last good thing.
he swallows hard, and his eyes turn glassy.
“i-i can’t.” your heart, if there was any of it left that wasn’t stone, shatters.
“i would have done anything for the person i loved-,”
you nearly gasp at his coldness, one that you hadn’t seen since you first met him.
a tear escapes and falls down his cheek, and you realize you’re crying too, the first time in a while that you’ve felt anything at all.
“move,” he says finally. you’re the only thing standing between him and the door to the office overtaken by kane.
after everything you’d done for kane, maybe now you could meet your mom, like he promised.
beckett wanted to stop that. to stop kane.
you swallow hard. “i can’t let you do that.”
“(name), i don’t want to hurt you.”
“hurt me?” you scoff in disbelief.
“you think you can hurt me?”
you see the metal of a steel pipe fidgeting along the wall, beckett’s magick struggling to tear it from its place and hurdle it towards you.
“i miss the girl you were.”
you nod in agreement. “everyone will.”
your metal magick fights his for control of the beam, and wins out, despite his attunement to metal. it flies to your hand.
“she was easier to kill.”
you launch the beam at him, and he’s caught off guard, letting the beam fly to his chest and pin him against the wall.
his eyes burn with more rage than any love he showed for you earlier, but the heat is still there.
“i’ll find you,” he hisses as he struggles for breath, but knowing you won’t kill him. not yet.
you smile for the first real time in months.
“we always find each other, beckett. one day you’ll understand why i did it, and you’ll stand beside be again,” you answer gently, caressing the side of his face but noting that he is making slow progress on lifting the beam off his chest.
“never.” he snarls. you push down harder.
“this- this isn’t over,” he’s going to lose consciousness any second now.
“i know.” you smile sweetly at him.
you press a gentle, chaste kiss to his lips, and you feel him soften but he barely responds.
you straighten, and finally release your magick, the steel lifting from his chest and flying into your grasp.
he gasps for breath all at once, unable to recover fast enough.
“let’s do this again sometime,” you whisper closely.
you swing the steel down.
you send him instantly to sleep.
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