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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 1 year

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“Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.” unless it's too close to your Dirty Tissues ideas!!

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"Just let me go. Please, I want to leave."

Chloe twisted as she pursed her lips, eyes full of tears as she looked up at the camera pointed at her, wrists bruising as she pulled against the metal cuffs keeping them pinned above her head.

“Just let me go.” Chloe whimpered, knowing that she was being watched by the person on the other side of that camera, “Please, I want to leave.”

She pulled at the metal again, hot tears starting to run down her cheeks, desperation and fear coursing through her, “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.”

Chloe’s head turned as she looked around her, biting her lip as she tried to figure out where she was and how to get out of here. It was a small room, tiny really, only just enough room to stretch out her legs, the metal walls around her plain and non-descript, unable to figure out how she’d gotten in here in the first place, there was no door. It wasn’t a particularly well lit room, a camping lamp near her feet not enough to illuminate more than a few inches over her head so she couldn’t see the ceiling, but she had a feeling it wasn’t that high. The floor under where she had been forced to sit was cold, her ankles had been tied together too, and her head hurt, probably from being hit.

She’d been getting ready to go and see Beca perform solo, her big break with DJ Khaled so she could go off and be the most amazing producer and artist that the world had ever seen. Chloe had been so excited for her, even after being held hostage by Amy’s dad and almost blown up on a boat, Chloe had been so excited that she had hugged Beca perhaps a little too tightly before rushing to change.

And then... then she’d woken up here, feeling groggy and confused, and then frightened and panicked as she found herself tied up with a camera pointing at her.

What the hell was going on?!

-----

“Beca!” Beca’s head turned to find Amy rushing towards her, grumbling softly albeit good naturedly as she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug, “You aca-rocked it!”

“Thanks Ames.” Beca hugged her back, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach.

Tonight had been good. Amazing even. She’d been signed by DJ Khaled, still gotten to perform with her family, given the best performance of her life, it had been objectively amazing... so why was she feeling so sad?

“We’re so proud of you.” Aubrey pulled Beca into a hug as Amy released her, “You were amazing Beca, really.”

“Thanks.” Beca mumbled against her shoulder, “Um... did you check on Chloe?”

“I did...” Aubrey frowned a little as she pulled back, swallowing thickly as she pulled a piece of paper out of her back pocket, “This was on her bed. Her stuff is gone.”

Beca’s hands were shaking a little as she took it from Aubrey, hating the way her stomach knotted as she did. She opened the note, feeling tears well in her eyes as she read it.

“Right...” She mumbled, clearing her throat a little as she crumpled it, shoving it into her pocket, “Chloe... she went back to New York. So, who wants to take me out and get me absolutely wasted to celebrate my big break?”

“Come on.” Aubrey wound her arm around Beca’s shoulders, “Let’s get some tequila in you.”

Beca nodded, throat feeling thick as she swallowed the lump in it, head down to keep the tears burning in her eyes hidden from her friends. Chloe had just... left? It was okay, if Chloe didn’t love her back, if she regretted that kiss, then it would’ve been okay. They were still friends, they could still be best friends even if Chloe didn’t love her like that. They could’ve talked about it, but Chloe had just left instead?

“It’s okay.” Aubrey whispered, the other Bellas having ran ahead, laughing and joking as they went in search of a bar, “I’ll talk to her, get her to come find you. But it’s okay for you to be sad about it.”

“I don’t want to be.” Beca’s voice was tight as she lent in Aubrey a little, hastily wiping at her cheeks, “Not tonight. I don’t want to be feeling any kind of way about this tonight, it- it was my big break Bree, why couldn’t she have just been there for that?”

“I don’t know.” Aubrey sighed, shaking her head. She was the only one who knew what had transpired between Chloe and Beca before the show, “It’s not like her to just run away. I’ll get the bottom of it Becs, you just try and enjoy tonight, okay?”

-----

Chloe pulled her knees close to her chest, shivering at the cold temperature in the tiny room she was in, throat raw from crying and pleading with the camera pointed at her to let her go. She’d probably missed Beca’s performance, she’d be so mad at her... Chloe wanted to be there for it, wanted to tell Beca how proud she was of her, how amazing she was, how much she loved her. Because one brief, interrupted kiss wasn’t enough, Chloe had to tell Beca that it wasn’t enough that she wanted so much more, that she’d been so stupid to keep it to herself for so long...

How had she had ended up being kidnapped twice in one day? The first time, she’d had her family, it had been scary but also comforting to have the people that loved her, that she knew would protect her and vice versa around her. Now though, now she was alone and cold and scared... who had done this to her?

“Please...” Chloe croaked, head resting on the wall behind her, bottom lip trembling, “What do you want from me?! I just want to go home...”

Chloe started to sob as she pulled herself into the smallest ball she could manage, head resting on her knees as her shoulders ached from the uncomfortable position she was in. The Bellas would know she was missing right? Beca would. Beca would know she would never miss her debut performance, not for anything in the whole world. But would they even know where to look for her? God, she didn’t even know where they’d look for her, the longer she was trapped here, the more she was convinced that this wasn’t a room. It was small and cramped and made of metal, what if it was a box? Someone had put her in a box, she could be anywhere, she could be on another boat in the middle of the ocean for all she knew, how were they going to find her?

“Beca...” Chloe mumbled through her tears, “Please, just let me go back to Beca, or tell her I’m sorry for missing her performance, something, anything, please just let me talk to her...”

-----

Beca sighed heavily as she leant against the bar, rubbing at her forehead as she ordered another beer. She’d tried to enjoy her night, her big break, but there was something missing without Chloe here. How could she enjoy this without having her here, without Chloe drunkly clinging to her and telling her she was so proud, and so happy, getting all up in her personal space and hugging her so tight that Beca lost circulation in half her body.

“Hey, you look more than a little glum Beca, what’s the matter?”

Beca turned her head to find the turtle guy that had been following her around since the start of the USO tour leant on the bar next to her, frowning softly as she tried to remember what he was called. She probably should remember his name, he did technically work for her now...

“Nothing.” Beca shrugged, sipping the beer that had been set in front of her, “It’s a great night, I’m so happy this happened, it’s my big break.”

“I know sarcasm when I hear it.” Theo laughed softly, “C’mon, what’s eating at you?”

“Chloe left before my performance...” Beca mumbled, looking down at the bar, vulnerable thanks to the amount of alcohol she had, “She... she would never have missed it, at least I didn’t think she would’ve but... she’s gone.”

“I’m sorry.” Theo frowned a little, “That sucks Beca, she can’t be much of a friend if she left before the biggest night of your life.”

“I guess not...” Beca huffed, “Gee you think you know a girl after five years, countless acapella tournaments and sharing a sofa bed.”

“You’ll forget all about her once we get on tour.” Theo smiled softly at her, “Trust me, we’ll be so busy you won’t have time to think about anything else.”

“Great.” Beca nodded, “I can do avoiding the issue, I’m practically an expert at it.”

Theo chuckled as he signaled the bartender, ordering a shot for the two of them, sliding one over to Beca, “A toast, to your brand new, highly successful career.”

“And to apparently weeding out toxic friends.” Beca forced a smile as she clinked her shot glass with his.

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“And to apparently weeding out toxic friends.”

Chloe’s heart was breaking as she tugged furiously at the restraints holding her, weeping as she tried to free herself. There was a speaker somewhere in this tiny box she had been left in, and Chloe could hear Beca talking to that creep that had been following her throughout the tour, the one that gave her a bad feeling... Theo. It was Theo. Was he the one who had done this to her?

She’d heard the whole conversation, heard that Beca thought she’d left, why would she think that? Beca thought she was gone, someone had made it look like she’d chosen to leave and now... now she’d never come looking for her, none of them would, not until it was way too late and she was...

“I didn’t leave.” Chloe sobbed, shaking her head furiously, “I didn’t leave Beca, I wouldn’t... I wanted to be there so bad...”

“You look like you’ve had a few too many of those... how about I get you out of here, let’s get you back to your hotel room.”

Chloe bit her lip, hating the idea that Beca was going to be alone with Theo. After all, it had to have been him that had done this to her, he had to have been the one that stopped her going tonight. Why else would she be able to hear him talking to Beca?

“I swear to god, if you touch her, I will kill you.” Chloe spat, writhing against the cuffs holding her, “They’ll find me Theo, you’ll be so dead when they do, they’re going to find me!”

Chloe could hear him chuckling, knowing that he was, in part at least, laughing at her.

“Whoa, steady there Beca. Are you okay?”

“M’fine. Just... a little tired. Can you take me back to the hotel?”

“Of course I can, c’mon.”

“Wait... I need to tell my friends...”

Chloe could hear the slur in Beca’s voice, her heart pounding in fear as she tugged furiously at her restraints, determined to get the hell out of here so that she could get Beca away from him. Theo was going to do something to her, Chloe could feel it in her bones. Beca was drunk, and vulnerable, and it was her fault for not being there tonight...

No. This wasn’t her fault, it was Theo’s fault. He was the one that had hit her, and kidnapped her, and was now making her listen as he took advantage of Beca when she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him.

“I’ll come back and tell them once I’ve gotten you back safely, I promise.”

Like hell he would. Theo was isolating her, dammit Chloe had to get out of here, wherever here was she had to get out and go and help Beca. It didn’t matter if her wrists were throbbing, or that she could be god knows where, Beca was in danger and she had to help her.

“Leave her alone!” Chloe screamed, fighting harder than she ever had in her life, tears pouring down her face again, “Leave her alone Theo!”

“It’s okay Beca... you just sleep if you need to. I’ll get you back to your hotel room, and then we can have all the fun we couldn’t have because of that ginger pitbull.”

Chloe’s heart was threatening to leap out of her chest as she realised that Beca must be barely conscious if Theo was practically confessing to her. Beca was in so much trouble, she had to stop this.

“Chloe...”

Her heart broke as Beca slurred her name, breathing erratic and panicked as she felt something in her right wrist snap, but still she kept struggling.

“Did... did you do something to her?”

“I did it for us Beca. Don’t worry, I put her somewhere that she could never bother us again. She’ll be in the Middle East before anyone realises she’s missing, and by then she’ll be the play thing of some oligarch.”

Chloe could feel panic taking hold of her, the Middle East? Just where the hell was she?

“Thanks.”

Chloe gasped softly as she heard Beca’s voice again, all hints of a slur gone. Wait... what was happening?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you putting something in my drink asshole?”

There was a grunt of pain and the sound of someone being dragged as Chloe bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood. Was that Beca? Or was it Theo, had he hurt her?!

“Chicago, did you get that?”

Chloe’s head thunked softly back against the metal behind her, whimpering in relief. Beca was okay, more than that, she had been playing him the whole time. She was so smart, Beca knew exactly what she was doing, she knew that something was wrong when Chloe hadn’t shown up. All she had to do now was find her.

“Yeah... yeah I have his phone, he’s got some kind of camera on her I... I don’t know if she can hear me, but I see her.”

Chloe’s eyes snapped open again from where they had fluttered open, looking right into the camera as she nodded furiously.

“I can hear you Becs. I can hear you, are you okay?!”

“Wait... I think she can. Hang on, let me... let me turn the volume up on this thing.”

Beca’s voice was thick with tears, Chloe forcing a soft smile onto her face as she tried to adjust the pressure of her throbbing right wrist.

“Becs?”

“Chloe... oh my god, are you okay?”

Chloe’s eyes closed slowly as she nodded a little, “I’m okay. I’m okay, did he hurt you? I could hear everything, he-”

“No, I’m fine, I promise. Fuck Chlo, I... I’m sorry, I had no idea he’d do something like this... just hold on okay? Me, the Bellas, and the army, we’re on our way, we... we’re going to find you Chloe, I swear.”

“I know.” Chloe whispered, sniffing softly, “I know you will... will you keep talking to me? I- I’m kind of claustrophobic, I don’t want to be alone in here anymore.”

“Of course I will. You are about the only person I know that could get herself kidnapped twice in the space of twenty four hours, you know that Beale?”

Chloe giggled softly, nodding, “Yeah... just my luck huh?”

-----

Beca was watching tearfully as Chloe shifted in the metal box she was in, jaw clenched as the Humvee she was in rumbled quickly for the docks. Given all the information that Theo had blabbed when he was feeling cocky, plus the little they could see from the camera he’d set up (seriously what kind of sick freak was he?), they’d figured out that Chloe was most likely somewhere at the shipping docks. No boats had left since Beca had last seen Chloe, but there were several large shipping boats scheduled to leave in the next hour, so they had to get there quickly.

She had been talking to her the whole way there, feeling so much guilt that Chloe was in this position. It was her fault, she was the reason that Theo had put her in a metal box and chained her up, that she was so scared even though she was trying so hard to hide it, that she was in danger of being shipped off to god only knew where. Beca had to find her.

“Dammit...” She mumbled as Theo’s phone beeped in her hands, “No, no...”

“Becs? What’s wrong? Can you not find me?”

Beca bit her lip, “No it’s not that, Theo’s phone is dying... Chloe I’m going to end up cutting in a minute, but I’m still coming, okay? We’re so close, I swear, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t want you to go...”

“I know.” Beca swallowed thickly as Chloe whimpered, “I don’t either, but it won’t be for long Chlo, we’re pulling up now.”

“Becs, I-”

The phone died in her hands, Beca swearing under her breath as it did. Dammit...

“Beca we’re here.” Chicago turned to look at her, “Did it die?”

“Yeah.” Beca nodded, “C’mon, let’s go find her.”

“Beca, you can’t-”

“If you think you’re going to stop me coming and looking for her, you’re out of your damn mind.” Beca snarled, Chicago holding up his hands.

“Alright. But you stick with me.” He conceded, climbing out of the car.

“I will if you can keep up with me.” Beca mumbled darkly, running forward into the shipping yard with Chicago on her tail.

“We narrowed it down to these containers on the left.” He easily kept pace with her, “But there’s thirty five of them and we only have forty minutes to search them all.”

“Fuck.” Beca shook her head, “Chloe! CHLOE!”

She knew it was a long shot, but if Chloe could just hear then maybe...

“CHLOE!”

Beca shot a grateful look over her shoulder as Chicago seemed to cotton on to her idea, the group of soldiers with them and the Bellas spreading out and doing the same thing.

“CHLOE!”

She had to find her.

-----

Chloe sniffed softly as the light at her feet started to flicker and fail. Beca was gone now, she’d tried to talk to her a couple of times but had gotten no response. She’d said they were close, they were going to find her right?

Chloe lifted her head as she heard the loud honk of a boat horn, letting out a soft sob. Oh no... were they too late? She was going to be shipped out of here wasn’t she? Beca wasn’t going to find her, she was going to end up lost forever and-

“CHLOE!”

She gasped softly, head whipping around her. That was Beca... she was close, she was here.

“Beca?” She whimpered softly. Dammit, there was no way she’d hear that, c’mon Chloe...

“BECA!”

“Sh, shut up, did you hear that?”

Beca was so close... Chloe just had to shout a little louder.

“BECA!”

“This way. C’mon soldier boy, move your ass!”

Chloe giggled softly, tearfully as she heard the sound of scuffing, as if Beca was moving something heavy. God, she had to be careful, she’d hurt herself if she wasn’t...

“Chloe? Chloe are you in here?”

“Becs...” Chloe wept softly, “Beca I’m over here.”

“There, that metal box, jesus... Chlo I’m right here okay? There’s a padlock, Chicago’s gone to get some bolt cutters, but I’m here.”

Beca’s voice was right next to her head, Chloe whimpering as she pulled a little at her handcuffs again.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, if they want to ship you off before he gets back then I’m coming with you, okay?”

Chloe giggled a little, sniffing as she leant back into where Beca’s voice was coming from, “Okay Becs. I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think you’ll like the Middle East though, you know how easily you burn.”

Chloe could hear Beca laughing, “Yeah that’s a good point... they’ll sell sunscreen there though right? That or I’ll just go outside at night, I’ll become nocturnal.”

There was more noise outside of the box, Chloe unable to help the scared sob that left her mouth, hearing Beca shush her softly.

“Chlo it’s okay, it’s Chicago with the bolt cutters. We’re getting you out now, just a few more seconds.”

There was a thud against the box, Chloe wincing as light assaulted her eyes, feeling someone leap into the box with her, cupping her face in her hands.

“Chloe, it’s me, you’re okay, I got you.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open again, sobbing again as her eyes met Beca’s, pulling at the cuffs around her wrists and letting out a soft yelp as it made her right throb even sharper.

“Sh...” Beca shook her head a little, brushing away the tears on Chloe’s cheeks while barely holding back her own, “Chicago’s just about to get them off for you, just hold still Chlo.”

“I knew you’d know I didn’t mean to miss it.” Chloe pressed her face into Beca’s hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it...”

“It’s okay.” Beca grinned a little as she shook her head again, watching as Chicago quickly cut through the metal around her wrists, “They’ll be plenty more for you to see Chloe. Let’s get you out of here huh?”

Now her wrists were free, Chloe threw her arms around Beca’s neck, sobbing heavily as she buried her face in her neck, Beca hugging her back tightly as Chicago cut the zip tie around Chloe’s ankles.

“I’ve got you.” Beca mumbled into her hair, letting a few of her own tears slip down her cheeks, “I’ve got you Chlo, you’re okay now. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise.”

Chloe didn’t say anything, just sobbed as Beca gently rocked her in her arms, stroking her hair. It was okay. Beca had found her like she knew she would. It was all going to be okay now.

“Chlo...” Beca sniffed softly, “Let’s get you out of here so the paramedics can check you out, can you stand?”

“Um...” Chloe lifted her head a little, “Maybe? I think so?”

Beca gently helped Chloe get to her feet, letting her lean against her as they climbed out of the box, gently brushing her hair from her face and frowning at the cut on her head.

“Did he do that?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded a little as they walked slowly out of the shipping container, one of Beca’s arms tight around her waist as she rested her head in the crook of her neck, “But it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” Beca sighed, shaking her head a little, “This is my fault, I didn’t know-”

“Hey.” Chloe stopped in her tracks, frowning as she turned to Beca, “No it’s not. This is Theo’s fault, not yours.”

“I should’ve known.” Beca’s jaw was tight as another tear slid down her cheek, “His face when he caught us kissing, I should’ve...”

“It’s not your fault.” Chloe shook her head, her left hand cupping Beca’s cheek, “It’s really not your fault Becs.”

Chloe gently pressed her lips into Beca’s, not caring that it made her bottom one throb from where she’d bitten it too hard. She just wanted to kiss her, to make sure that Beca knew that it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault, that she didn’t blame her, that...

“I love you.” Chloe whispered as she pulled away, “I meant to say that earlier, before we got interrupted, I love you Beca.”

“I love you too.” Beca nodded a little, forehead pressed against Chloe’s, “Let’s get you checked out Chlo, I want to know you’re okay.”

Chloe smiled softly as she lent into Beca again, walking with her in the direction of the waiting ambulance, able to see the Bellas waiting eagerly to see her nearby.

“How did you know it was Theo?”

“That was all Posen.” Beca smirked a little, “She got a bad vibe off him, and she pointed out that the timing of it was weird from the time that he caught us to you vanishing. Plus, the note that you ‘wrote’? Please. I’ve been trying to decode your hastily written notes for me for years, I knew it wasn’t your handwriting.”

“He left a note?” Chloe frowned, “What did it say?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t like you like that. Gone home to NYC.” Beca shrugged, feeling a swell of anger inside her again, “Once I’d gotten over myself enough, I realised it didn’t sound anything like you.”

Chloe just shook her head a little, a sick feeling in her stomach as she realised just how lucky she was that her friends had figured everything out. If they hadn’t...

“We were never going to let anything happen to you Chlo.” Beca seemed to read her mind as she kissed the top of her head, “No way. I’d have never stopped looking for you.”

“I know.” Chloe nodded, her sore wrist held against her chest as she sniffed, “And that’s why I love you.”

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zuzufromtheafterlife · 23 days

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From The Crowd

Chloe stared up at Beca with a smile on her face and awe in her eyes. She could already feel Aubrey's disapproving glare boring into her but she couldn't bring herself to care. Becca was everything she imagined and more. Even if she hadn't practised the song that she was meant to or shown off her belt, Chloe could feel herself being blown away and mesmerised by that voice. Everything about her was perfect. So much so that she didn't even dare to ever look away.

She couldn't wait to have her a part of the Bella's. And nothing more.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

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freedomseeker91 · 2 years

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The Ultimate Betrayal....

Chapter 25

Title: Epilogue: The Ultimate Love

Summary: As Beca and Chloe close the book on their past, they begin to write the first chapter of their new beginning.

Rating: I for Intense Fluff

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has followed this journey. It really means a lot and I hope I’ve wrapped this up as best I can.

6 months later….

“I forgot how cute this town is,” Chloe said as she gazed around from the outdoor seating area of a local café where she and Beca had stopped for lunch.

It had been her idea to get out of the city for a break and Beca had been the one to suggest renting a car and taking a driving tour around some of the smaller tourist towns on the east coast as both of them had an affinity for the picturesque landscape of New England and beyond. Chloe especially having grown up in the region.

Plus, Beca knew Chloe would be in photography heaven scoping out all the local landmarks and quaint little streets only a smaller town could provide. Her camera had been a permanent fixture by her side, to the extent Beca jokingly pointed out that she was the other woman in Chloe’s life.

It was a peaceful trip, a massive change from the hustle and bustle of big city life. They had foregone staying in any hotels and instead booked into cute little B&B’s and Inn’s dotted around the areas they travelled, basking in their quirky charm. It took Chloe back to her middle school days watching Gilmore Girls.

They even fitted in time to visit the Beales and catch up, Chloe’s mother still pandering them over when they would finally have their wedding ceremony. It would come in time, they weren’t in any rush. They knew their family and friends were eager to celebrate with them, but if they were being honest, they were quite content with the ceremony they’d had.

After their marriage ceremony in city hall, they realised that the wedding their small little intimate affair had been perfect. No fuss, no pressure, no stress, just the two of them expressing their love and exchanging vows. After settling into married life, they felt more comfortable in the decision they had made because it made them realise that they didn’t need a big fancy wedding or hundreds of people.

It wasn’t about the ceremony or the celebration of it all, it was about reaffirming their commitment to one another. That was all that really mattered to them personally. Beca had dedicated her entire adult life to serving other people, this was something she was quite content keeping to themselves and for Beca to finally be able to be just Chloe’s.

It wasn’t lost on her how much time her wife had spent sharing her with the military. Multiple tours, training camps, and then two years as a prisoner of war, so much time they could’ve been together but instead was spent apart.

Beca didn’t want that anymore. She didn’t want Chloe to have to share her. Beca wanted to be Chloe’s and for her to be the only commitment that took priority in Beca’s life and that was what their wedding had been. It was Beca’s way of giving herself completely to her wife without anyone else having a say or influence. And it had been perfect.

Anyways they had been thinking about extending out their actual wedding a little longer than their families were aware of. After some late talking one night, wrapped up in bed their arms around one another, they both discussed their future.

Kids were an inevitability. Chloe was born to be a mother and Beca had grown fond of the idea after meeting the woman who changed her life. They knew they wanted them, in time, when life had settled down and they were more secure in their individual paths. With that in mind Chloe had suggested pushing out their wedding celebration for a few years, after they’d had their kids and their family was complete.

She liked the idea of being able to share that special day with her own children and them being part of the ceremony. The more Beca thought about it the more she liked the idea too, though she had made it clear Chloe would be the one to break the news to her mother about the extended wedding date.

Now, as they sat outside a café in Rhinebeck New York, Beca couldn’t help but agree with Chloe about her earlier statement.

Rhinebeck was beautiful and a lot more peaceful than the city. Beca also loved the smalltown community vibe it had going for it. Somehow it had retained a lot of the charm one could only find in a place littered with family-owned businesses. Sure, there were the odd few corporate big wigs that had taken over some little holdings, but not like in New York.

Everything was slower here, more relaxed. If she thought about it long enough Beca could actually see herself settling down somewhere like this. Somewhere she could take her kids out for hikes or boating on the river at the weekends. A place where she and Chloe could go to a bar and feel like part of a community rather than just another face in the crowd.

Having spent so many years being bounced around from location to location, warzone to warzone, there was something about settling somewhere like this that was attractive to Beca. She just wasn’t sure how Chloe would feel about it. The city had been their lives for so long and she thrived off the energy.

But as she turned her attention back to her wife, she noticed the dreamy look on Chloe’s face. The one that told Beca her wife was picturing the future and what could be. It didn’t take a genius to work out that their individual thoughts had actually been merging together into the same thought bubble.

“You know, this would be a great place to raise a family,” Beca said, her tone light as she tested the waters.

Chloe’s head snapped towards Beca, gauging her reaction, and when she saw that her wife was giving her a smile that told her she wasn’t joking, Chloe reached across the table they were sitting at and laced their fingers together.

“Yeah, it really would,” she agreed, almost bubbling over with excitement knowing that they were on the same page.

Beca checked her Apple watch, it was still early afternoon, they still had the whole day ahead of them.

“Maybe we could drive ‘round, check the place out. See what hidden gems it has to offer,” she suggested. Chloe nodding her head at the idea.

“I’d like that. I’m gonna go pay and grab us some coffees to go,” Chloe said as she stood up, grabbing her purse and leaning down to peck Beca on the lips as she passed her by.

As she waited for her wife, Beca glanced down and noticed the lace of her Nike trainers had come undone. As she leaned forward, the leg of her trousers began to rise up, exposing the bottom of her prosthetic where her ankle would have been.

“How long did you serve?” a gruff voice called from the side.

Beca looked around confused before her eyes landed on a man sitting two tables down observing her. She looked at him with a confused expression.

“10 years, give or take a few held in captivity. What gave it away?” she asked, her tone insinuating that it was a rhetorical question considering he had been glancing at her new limbs.

He chuckled at her before gesturing around his own neck.

“The tags are a bit of a clue,” he replied and Beca glanced down to see that her old tags that she often wore had slipped out from behind the neck of her t-shirt. Beca chuckled at this as the man stood from his own table and walked down towards hers, Beca noticing for the first time that he was also an amputee, his left leg proudly displaying his below the knee prosthetic under his basketball style shorts.

He stuck his hand out for her to shake and Beca took it, their mutual respect expressed in their firm grip.

“Name’s Riggs, Ben Riggs,” he said and Beca grinned at him.

“Beca Mitchell,” she replied, “you live round here?” she asked.

The man tipped his head to confirm that he did before gesturing down the street.

“Just a couple blocks in that direction. Nice place to live if you’re planning on hanging around,” he said before tipping his head in towards the café Chloe had entered.

“Your lady sure looks interested,” he chuckled and Beca snorted.

“She’s an open book. Not much of a poker player,” Beca joked and Ben laughed as a thought suddenly struck him.

“Mitchell?” he pondered, the name now ringing bells, “didn’t they give you the Medal of Honour?” he queried, Beca suddenly growing bashful, but before she could answer a voice entered the conversation.

“They sure did,” Chloe answered, a beaming smile of pride on her face as she set the takeaway coffees down on the table in front of Beca in their carrier tray.

She stood next to Beca’s seat, her hand resting on the back of her wife’s chair as Beca’s arm came up to wrap around her waist as Chloe regarded the man in front of her. Ben stuck his hand out to her and Chloe accepted the handshake, this one gentler, a friendly hello between strangers.

“Ben Riggs ma’am, nice to meet ya,” he said, Chloe smiling as she acknowledged the greeting.

“Chloe, please, ma’am makes me sound like my grandma,” she joked.

An alert on Ben’s watch suddenly drew his attention away from the couple as he glanced down at it and pressed the button to silence it.

“That’s my queue to leave,” he said before focusing back on Beca, “hit me up if you two decide to hang around. I work at the local tavern at the end of the street here most days. Wear that medal of yours, you’ll be swimmin’ in free booze.”

Beca shook his hand again and chuckled.

“We might just do that.”

The women watched him leave, both of them falling more in love with the place after their little interaction. Chloe lifted her hand from where it had been resting on her wife’s chair and softly stroked her back.

“You ready to go?” she asked and Beca simply nodded as she handed Chloe the takeaway coffees to hold as she used her chair and the table for purchase to push herself up into a standing position.

Taking a second to gather her bearings, she allowed her equilibrium to settle in before taking her first stride, and after two or three steps, she was moving more steadily. They kept the pace at a leisurely stroll as they walked back to the car, Chloe taking a moment to marvel at how far Beca had come in her recovery, her wife now able to get about with the aid of crutches, thought she still had a lot of work ahead of her to get herself walking more comfortably.

Beca still had her wheelchair, and preferred to use it in the evening times when she was merely shuffling about at home. Prosthetics may have given her back her mobility, but they were still exhausting. Chloe had been a real champ about it all. Every night before they settled into bed, she would massage her wife’s residual limbs using special skin care products to keep them healthy and limit potential sores or abrasions.

To say the action moved Beca would be an understatement. She was well able to care for her limbs herself, but the fact Chloe wanted to do it meant a lot to Beca, because she knew it was her wife’s way of showing that she cared and reinforcing her earlier statements that Beca’s changed body was just as perfect to her now as it was before.

Arriving at their rental car, Beca climbed in first and then accepted the tray of coffees from Chloe as her wife sat in behind the steering wheel.

“Where to?” Chloe asked as she pressed the start/stop button to jumpstart the car to life. Beca glanced over her shoulder and read the street signs, gauging their direction. Being in the army and leading a squadron had tuned Beca’s geographic skills to military precision.

“The Hudson Valley is that way, we could drive out and take a walk?” Beca suggested and Chloe nodded, putting the car in reverse and following Beca’s directions.

After spending a couple of hours out by the Valley, where Chloe proceeded to take a million more photographs, the women found themselves driving along a relatively quiet stretch of road heading back to the town for dinner.

“Hey, slow down,” Beca said, her gaze fixed out the window as Chloe did as she was asked, though her brow was furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t until her eyes landed upon a ‘For Sale’ sign that she caught on to what her wife was looking at.

“Turn down that way,” Beca said and Chloe flicked on her indicator and began driving down the dirt road past the stone gate entrance. The road was paved with wooden fencing and trees dotted the entrance all the way down.

Eventually, they found themselves pulling up to an old farmhouse style building, the old stone chimney to the side of it still relatively in-tact. The façade of the house was worn down, an obvious sign that it had been many years since it was properly taken care of, but it had maintained a lot of the features of many of the old-style farmhouses in the area, down to the wooden shutters on the windows with and even had a wrap-around porch.

Climbing out of the car, Beca waited at the front of it for her wife to join her and as soon as she was in reach, she laced her hand with Chloe’s. They strolled around the house taking in the surrounding area and upon reaching the back of the house they were surprised to find a relatively large barn on even more land that looked like it was used for horses at one time. They even found the structure of an old well.

The more they explored, the more their imaginations began to run wild. Beca glanced at the barn again, taking in its potential as Chloe gazed at the back of the house, her focus turning back to her wife as Beca’s voice cut through her train of thought.

“You know this could be an ideal studio,” Beca said, gesturing to the barn, “You could convert the upstairs into an office, keep the downstairs as a lab and a gallery.”

Chloe placed her hands on her hips as she examined the barn and noticed the loft area to the back of the structure. Beca was right, there was plenty of space for an office upstairs and a lab and a gallery downstairs.

Chloe then turned and pointed to all the land out the back, Beca following where Chloe’s finger was gesturing.

“We could start our own vegetable patches, grow our own veggies and fruits, maybe put up a greenhouse for the harsher winter months,” Chloe suggested and Beca nodded, interjecting her own ideas.

“We could probably get a few chickens and goats have our own little mini farm. I like the idea of having something to do with my hands,” Beca said.

If there was one thing Chloe was aware of, it was that the army had instilled in Beca a labourers’ attitude to life. She liked building things and fixing things with her hands and Beca had even developed some mechanical skills from being around engineers on base. She was by no means a professional but she was pretty handy around tools and engines.

She could see Beca building little chicken coops and fencing, doing odd jobs around the farm and crying out profanities whenever she caught her thumb under a hammer. It made her chuckle a little at the thought.

It was in that moment that both women realised that they hadn’t been talking about what if’s, they had been building their dream right in front of their eyes. They were slowly turning what could be into what will be, and neither of them were remotely hesitant about the idea.

Turning back towards the house, Beca stood with her arms wrapped around Chloe’s waist, the redhead nestling her hands comfortably on Beca’s forearms, stroking them gently.

“It’s a real fixer upper,” Chloe said, noticing the rusted hinges on the windows and doors and the vines growing wildly out of control up along the walls of the house.

Beca grinned as she nestled her chin in the crook of Chloe’s neck.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, tugging Chloe closer and pressing a kiss to her neck “but think of how cool it would be to fix something from the ground up that’s just ours.”

Chloe stood silently pondering her wife’s words as she gazed at the house. She could see it now, dismantling the house down to its bare shell, before painstakingly rebuilding it into something new. Something that incorporated its old charm with something more modern and blending hers and Beca’s personalities into the perfect home. Their home. A home that they would raise their family in.

The more she thought about it, the more the butterflies in Chloe’s stomach began to flutter. Turning her head, she grinned at her wife, and she could see the smile forming on Beca’s face.

“Let’s do it. Let’s build our forever home,” she said, Beca beaming at her words.

“Yeah?” the former soldier replied and Chloe nodded.

“Yeah.”

As they made their way back to the car and pulled out of the lengthy driveway, they stopped to take down the number of the estate agency, Beca calling them immediately and arranging a proper viewing of the property early the following day. Pulling off down the road back toward the town, Chloe reached over and laced her hand with Beca’s over the centre console, bringing it to her lips and pressing a kiss to her wife’s wedding ring.

Suddenly, both of them were buzzing with excitement for the future.

1 year later….

“MOTHERFUCKER.”

Chloe was stopped in her tracks at the outburst, paintbrush dangling in mid-air as she stepped away from around the window ledges she had been painting and gazed outside to see her wife cradling her thumb in her hand, hammer already tossed aside on the ground.

She chuckled to herself at the sight of Beca pulling the glove from her hand and sticking her thumb in her mouth, the offending fencing pole leaning against Beca’s abdomen around the chicken coop the former soldier had been steadily building.

Placing the brush down on the paint pot she had been using, Chloe wiped her hands in the rag that had been hanging out of the back pocket of her old dungarees before tossing it onto the makeshift table and heading downstairs.

Stopping in the kitchen, she grabbed a hold of the first aid kit and made her way outside, an amused grin forming on her face as she observed her wife from the porch. Beca glanced up at the sound of footsteps and frowned at her wife’s expression as she popped her thumb out of her mouth.

“You know you could come down here and kiss it better instead of laughing at me from your pedestal,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Chloe placed a hand over her chest in mock awe.

“Why however could I resist such a charming request,” she replied, a fake southern accent wrapped around every word.

Beca grinned at her before carefully placing the pole down on the ground and approaching her wife who was already down the steps and making her way over. Chloe assessed the damage, blood seeping down the injured thumb though nothing a band aid wouldn’t fix.

“You know if you spent more time hitting the intended objects instead of your fingers we could save a fortune on medical supplies,” Chloe quipped as she cleaned the blood off with an antiseptic wipe. Beca shooting her a look.

“Oh, hardy har, aren’t we just a joke a minute these days,” Beca replied as she watched her wife carefully wrap up her thumb and place a quick kiss to it.

“See, all better,” Chloe grinned and Beca just huffed out a laugh. How could she possibly fake annoyance when her wife was that cute?

Chloe bent down to pick up the hammer, holding it up and observing it.

“You know for someone who can shoot a target from a couple hundred yards away, you’d think your aim would be better,” she joked, Beca rolling her eyes at her as she snatched the hammer out of Chloe’s hand.

Taking a step back to admire their handy work so far, they couldn’t help but smile at how far they’d come. Many hours, day and night in between jobs and rehabilitation and counselling and everything in between, bit by bit, they had gotten their home to a liveable point. Though not without help along the way.

Between family and friends and countless ex-military personnel from the area who had been more than happy to lend their skills and free labour to a fellow soldier, what was once a shell of a house, was now a homely abode.

There was still a lot of work to be done, but that was the fun of a fixer upper, there was always something to be tended to. But the main functioning parts of the house were set up. The kitchen, the living area, dining area, bathrooms, main bedrooms and Chloe’s studio were almost complete.

Everything else they would work on over time.

The only major structural work that needed to be done was the stairs. An upstairs downstairs wasn’t necessarily ideal for Beca’s situation, but it was a compromise she had been willing to make for the benefit of the location and the land that came with the house.

To compensate for this, most of the living areas of the house for Chloe and Beca were on the ground floor. The upstairs would be used primarily as spare rooms for guests or storage. However, they had managed to remove the old rickety stairs that had been there and replace it with something that would be more manageable for Beca in time.

The steps were longer than the average stair step, giving her more room to swivel and swerve, and sturdier supports and handrails had been perfectly placed for balance. Beca was getting better at managing steps, but she still had a ways to go to getting comfortable with climbing up and down stairs. Fortunately for Beca, unlike the city, Rhinebeck wasn’t brimming with skyscrapers or other multistorey complexes. Most places were relatively manageable on a day-to-day basis.

Glancing toward the barn, Chloe marvelled at the creation before her. The old wooden barn doors had been replaced with fitted double glazed glass doors that opened out to the farm and skylights had been installed to provide ample natural light during the day.

They had forgone installing windows to provide Chloe with enough of a blank canvas along the walls to hang her work, with the exception of one or two small ones either side of the upper level where the office was located. As Chloe approached the converted barn, she grinned at the strip of frosted manifestation placed horizontally along the glass that made the inlay of her company name stand out, ‘Picture Perfect by Chloe Mitchell’.

Opening the door she stepped inside, gazing around at the framed pictures on the wall. Images that Chloe had collected over the years that finally had a home. Over the course of the last year, Chloe had grown her business from freelance to her own professional business.

With the space she had she was able to house studio sessions for professional clientele and showcase her own works, many of which she was able to sell in person or online. From her office she was able to organise shoots, meet with clients and customers and arrange schedules around working from home or travelling to and from location shoots.

It was perfect. And while Chloe still offered her services for big money contract work, it was the smaller work that gave her the most pleasure. Shooting the local festivities or gatherings brought her a sense of community she didn’t get from higher profile work. After years of honing her skills and building a reputation she had finally found the work life balance that suited where she wanted to be both personally and professionally.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like all parts of her life had found a settled sense of belonging and it brought her a level of peace and contentment that made her heart sing. She loved being able to stand at the doors of her studio, a steaming cup of hot coffee in hand and gaze out at the home she had built, the life she had created, and see her wife working away on the land looking content herself for the first time in a long time.

Beca had taken to living on the farm like a duck to water and having been lost for some time trying to figure out what to do with her life now that she was ex-military, a late-night conversation over beers at the local tavern with Ben and Jesse, who had been visiting and had recently moved to the state of New York, had culminated in the trio birthing the idea to start up their very own brewery.

After reminiscing over the old days and the countless free time spent at bars around their bases when they weren’t patrolling the frontlines, they realised that they had all spent a considerable amount of time building communities around sharing a beer. So they thought, why not share a beer on a larger scale?

A grass roots business local to the area that represented that sense of community and togetherness. A family run business. One that they could expand over time to include bars and eateries. The bonus? They had managed to secure a deal with a local brewery to get their business off the ground that was 20 minutes from the farm.

Chloe couldn’t help but burst with pride when she saw how genuinely excited Beca was when she talked about the latest developments within the business. The fact that she got to share it with two fellow ex-military made it even more of a joy. Because they all shared the same vision. It was the first time in a long time Chloe had ever seen Beca truly passionate about a career path and she was so thankful for the kinship the army had brough her wife.

Life was really taking shape and the more she looked back on where they had been, the more Chloe was grateful for what was to come.

Glancing up above the doorway of the main entrance, a smile etched its way across Chloe’s lips at the framed American flag hanging above it. The very flag that had been folded up and handed to Chloe when she thought her wife was nothing more than a memory. Aubrey had thought it odd that Chloe would want to hang it in her studio but Chloe couldn’t bring herself to part with it.

Because in a weird way, that flag represented the fact that against all odds, defying all expectations, Beca had come back to her. Through everything life had thrown at them they had come back stronger than ever. While she couldn’t change the past, she was determined to grab hold of the future and that flag was the motivation she needed every single time she walked out the door, thankful for another day and for the second chance they had been given.

Gazing back out the door, she smiled at the sight of Beca finishing the last fencing pole, the setting sun creating a halo around her shining brunette hair, her brow glistening in sweat. Her dream life was playing out right before her very eyes and at times like these, Chloe had to take a moment to take a breath and take it all in.

With the sun getting lower and the day winding down, she shut off the switch to the overhead built in roof lights and closed and locked the door to the studio, making her way back across the yard to Beca. Sliding up behind her she wrapped her arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.

“I think we’ve done enough for today. Why don’t we clean up, make some dinner and veg out. Tomorrow’s another day,” Chloe said, pressing another kiss to the side of Beca’s neck.

The brunette spun around and wrapped her arms around Chloe’s neck, kissing her on the lips.

“Sounds perfect,” Beca replied giving her another soft peck.

Downing tools for the day, the couple made their way back to the house, Beca heading straight for the shower while Chloe tidied up the paints and paint brushes she’d been using upstairs. By the time she came back down, Beca had just climbed out of the shower and was sitting in her wheelchair towelling her hair.

Chloe quickly undressed and washed the layer of sweat from her skin, washed and conditioned her hair and joined her wife in the bedroom. After drying herself off and moisturising, she slipped her wedding and engagement rings back on, the first thing Chloe always did when she was finished with bathing or carrying out any form of manual labour.

She never liked to be parted from them for too long but was also protective of keeping them safe from getting tarnished or damaged. As soon as she could, they were always back in pride of place.

Glancing over her shoulder she watched as Beca slipped into her second pair of prosthetics. Realising that working a farm and running a brewery meant being on her feet all day, and being an above the knee amputee required her to use 80% more energy than if she still had legs, Beca quickly realised that manual prosthetics probably weren’t going to cut it with her lifestyle.

She needed to be active and she also needed to be able to conserve energy so she didn’t exhaust herself daily just trying to be mobile. After a discussion with her doctor, they recommended Beca try out electronic prosthetics as unlike manual prosthetics, they didn’t require as much exertion from Beca to manoeuvre.

The new limbs worked a treat, though conscious of the fact they were more expensive and required more maintenance, Beca kept her manual prosthetics for more casual affairs. Once she was done with work or any form of strenuous activity, she either retired to her wheelchair, or slipped on her manual limbs, which was what she was doing now.

They cooked their dinner, complete with ingredients from their own land, and decided to eat out on the back porch. Beca had the idea of installing a fire pit outside for this very reason and Chloe loved when they would sit out at night on their swing chair sipping wine catching up after a busy work day. Which was exactly where they found themselves after their meal.

“It’s peaceful out here,” Beca said as she stared out at the starry night sky, Chloe’s head resting comfortably against her shoulder with her feet up beside her as she lay snuggled into Beca’s side, humming her agreement as she took a sip of her wine, Beca’s arm wrapped securely around her shoulders.

“You know when we were on base and I was on night surveillance, in those rare moments when it was calm, I used to sit under the stars and imagine this. What it would be like to just be here, with you,” she recalled, her voice light and carefree as if she was in a faraway dream.

Chloe reached up and took Beca’s hand that had been resting on her shoulder and linked it with her own, bringing it to her lips and giving it a kiss of reassurance that it wasn’t a dream. It was real. This was their life now. Beca turned her head to gaze down at Chloe, a loving smile on her face.

“The reality is so much better than what I dreamed.”

With the night air growing cooler than the flame from the fire pit could compete with, the couple retreated inside to head for bed. Chloe placed their dishes in the dishwasher as Beca shuffled down the hall, her body exhausted after their laborious day.

As they changed out of their clothes and into their more suitable sleep wear, Chloe flicked off the main room light as Beca got settled in. Passing by the set of drawers, Chloe’s finger traced over the large glass framed rectangular bespoke case that housed all of Beca’s medals, each of them decorated around the Medal of Honour that sat dead centre in pride of place on the left-hand side, with the hand written letter from the President on the right.

Chloe had gifted it to Beca after watching her wife struggle to figure out what to do with them. It wasn’t that Beca wasn’t proud of her achievements, but she wasn’t one to boast either and not all of service was easy to digest. She had served in the army out of a sense of duty to honour and protect, not for attention, and for those reasons, as well as her scarred history, the idea of displaying them in the house didn’t sit right with her.

But Chloe couldn’t stand the thought of them being kept in their boxes tucked away out of sight. Her wife had earned those medals through her selfless acts of courage and bravery and Chloe never wanted her wife to downplay that simply because she was too modest or to allow the bad to outweigh all the good that came before.

So, while talking with a local owner of a photo framing company in town while getting some of her own prints framed, he had suggested framing them in a case. Chloe loved the idea and they’d even managed to set one of Beca’s spare name badges into the base alongside an American flag badge and her rank insignia.

When Chloe had presented it to her wife, Beca’s eyes had welled up with tears as she held it in her hands, her eyes tracing over the very history of her service. She would always bear the physical reminders of her time serving, but to have something that represented it commemorated it in a way that was more celebratory, made digesting that time she had served that little bit easier.

Without a second thought Chloe placed it right on top of the dresser in their room so Beca would be reminded every morning of what she had achieved. Through all the atrocities, Beca had done so much more good, and Chloe wanted her to remember that so that her military career didn’t seem so overwhelming or hollow.

Climbing into bed, she spent a solid 10 minutes moisturising and massaging Beca’s residual limbs before snuggling up close to her wife, her arm wrapping around her to pull her into her so they were facing one another as her hand slipped under Beca’s t-shirt and softly caressed the skin there. For some reason, Chloe always found herself tracing the scars of Beca’s back at night as she drifted off to sleep, and when she would feel Beca flinch a little as she touched a particularly sensitive scar that lay there, she would gently press her lips to her wife’s head to sooth her.

Beca had often woken up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat after a particularly bad memory crept into her mind as she slept. The mental images so vivid that she could still feel the sting of the whip cracking against her back. It was after this that Chloe found herself taking on this nightly ritual.

She was unconsciously replacing Beca’s association with pain,with tenderness and love, the crack of a whip with the caress of her wife’s touch, the images in her mind with the physical feeling of Chloe’s lips softly kissing her head. It was therapy, the kind that only true love could provide.

And as they drifted off to sleep, they rested peacefully in the knowledge that the ultimate betrayal, had been vanquished by the power of the ultimate love. A once in a lifetime love. The kind that transcended time and space. The kind that made you feel like you were home.

It was Beca and Chloe’s love. And it was this love that lined the pages of the first chapter of their new beginning.

The End….

#Bechloe #Pitch Perfect #FanFic Drabble #The Ultimate Betrayal #Chapter 25 #Epilogue #Can't Believe It's Finished

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ravenluvsppnbc · 2 years

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Send me some prompts babes

got some time on my hands tonight. send me some one shot/drabble requests in my ask bin. lots of love to you. plz.

#behloe #bechloefic #beca and chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pleasegiveprompt #bechloe au #drabbles #one shot #i will gift it to you on ao3

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bechloeweek2023 · 10 months

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Bechloe Week!

We've got prompts all we need now is dates. Good thing we've got those. The week, starting on the 6th of August will go like so.

6th - Reunion

7th - Time Travel

8th - Stranded/Lost

9th - "I wanna ruin our friendship."

10th - Cops/911

11th - Celebrity Scandal

12th - Mafia

13th - "Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be ok."

You can post stories (one-shots, drabbles, full thirty chapter books, whatever tickles your fancy), fanart, songs that remind you of the prompt for the day, whatever you want! So long as it is Bechloe centric.

Have fun with it guys, gals, and pals.

Tag any of the relating 'bechloe week 2023' if you want others to find it!

#bechloe week 2023 #beca mitchell #chloe beale #beca x chloe #bechloe week #bechloe fanfic #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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massivedrickhead · 7 months

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I love that you're having so much fun writing right now. Is there a prompt that you've been hoping someone would request? I request that one

Thanks so much for sending this!

There a couple that I haven't gotten yet that I'd like to do, but I settled on this one.

22. “Darling, you’re shivering. Come here, let me warm you up.”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

“Chlo’, I think the party is winding down now, why don’t you get out of the pool?”

“W-what? N-no!” Chloe protested, treading water in the middle of the pool. “This is a p-pool party! W-why am I the o-only one in the p-pool?!”

“You’re literally shivering,” Beca said, her voice teetering between fondness and exasperation. She extended her hand so she could pull her girlfriend up and out of the pool. “Come on, let’s go home and get you warmed up.”

“Oh y-yeah?” Chloe asked, swimming towards the edge of the pool. “What did you have in m-mind?”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Mind out the gutter, Beale. I was thinking more hot chocolate and blankets.”

Chloe took Beca’s extended hand, and Beca helped pull her out of the pool.

“Jesus,” Beca said, pulling off her jacket and wrapping it around Chloe’s shoulders. “You’re freezing.”

“I’m f-fine,” Chloe said, teeth chattering as Beca put her arm around Chloe’s shoulders. “I’m n-not even c-cold.”

“Sure,” Beca said, leading her back to the Bellas’ house. “Whatever you say.”

Luckily it was a short walk, and within 10 minutes Beca was helping a tipsy Chloe up the stairs and into her bedroom.

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes,” Beca said, rummaging through Chloe’s drawers for a pair of pyjamas.

“Bet you’ve said that before,” Chloe said with a smirk, pulling off her soaking-wet dress.

“Funnily enough, this situation doesn’t happen as often as you might think,” Beca said she handed Chloe her pyjamas, who dropped them onto the bed and picked up a towel so she could dry off.

Chloe had been getting naked in front of Beca long before they’d started dating, so Beca was used to the sight by now. What she wasn’t used to, however, was the feeling of not needing to suddenly turn away and hide her eyes. She wasn’t used to being allowed to look.

“Like something you see?” Chloe asked, still smirking.

Beca shrugged and hoped Chloe couldn’t see the blush spread across her cheeks.

“Are you still cold?” Beca asked, trying not to get distracted.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “You mean you can’t tell?”

There was no way to hide her blush this time.

“Alright, put a shirt on or something,” Beca said. “You’re killing me here.”

Chloe giggled and pulled on her pyjamas. “I think you promised me hot chocolate and blankets,” she said, giving Beca a quick kiss before she headed into the bathroom to remove what was left of her makeup.

Beca went back downstairs to the kitchen and made two mugs of hot chocolate. She also grabbed a sleeve of Oreos and a bottle of water and returned to Chloe’s room.

Chloe was already in bed when Beca got back, and she looked up from her phone when Beca entered the room.

She put the mugs and water on Chloe’s nightstand, and handed her the Oreos, knowing Chloe always had a sweet tooth when she’d been drinking.

Chloe opened the packet and began eating, watching as Beca also changed into pyjamas.

She’d started keeping a few pairs in Chloe’s room since they’d started dating. It wasn’t often that she slept in her own bed now.

“Enjoying the show?” Beca asked, pulling an old t-shirt over her head.

“If I had any ones, I’d tip you,” Chloe said. She moved over in bed so Beca could climb in, and they spent the next half an hour eating Oreos, drinking their hot chocolate, and listening to music.

“I really love you, you know?” Chloe said, letting her head rest on Beca’s shoulder.

Beca couldn’t have stopped the smile that spread across her face if she’d tried.

“I really love you too,” she said. She kissed Chloe’s forehead and frowned. “How are you still cold?”

Chloe shrugged. “Someone let me jump into a pool.”

“I think you’ll find you did that all by yourself,” Beca said. She took hold of Chloe’s hands. “Should I get a heating pad or something? I don’t want you to get si-”

Chloe cut her off by pressing a kiss to her lips.

“You’re cute,” Chloe said. “And you’re even cuter when you’re all worried and protective. I’m fine, Bec. But if you’re really that worried, I can think of one way we can warm me up.”

Beca narrowed her eyes. “How drunk are you?”

“I was a little tipsy when we left the party, and I feel pretty much sober now,” Chloe said.

Beca studied her eyes for a few seconds, flicking back and forth until she was satisfied. “You’re sure?”

“Beca,” Chloe said. “Kiss me.”

Beca grinned and switched off the lamp. “Yes ma’am.”

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becasbelt · 10 months

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in regards to a bechloe mafia au that takes place after this drabble

#bechloe #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pls help me decide what to write

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pinkpastels113 · 2 years

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How bout ..to shut them up?!😍

7. to shut them up

“You’re so pretty.”

Beca looks up from her plate, in which she is putting Nutella on a piece of toast on her bedroom floor as a midnight snack. “No, I’m not.”

Chloe tilts her head. She’s a bit tipsy from what Beca hopes is just plain beer, the bottle dangling loosely from her hands, which is laid across her knees. “You are. Just take it.”

Beca laughs. She licks some of the chocolate off her finger before putting the knife down, leaning against the bed frame for support. Contemplating her answer, she ultimately decides to continue on her modest-slash-self deprecating route by deflecting the compliment. “You’re pretty.”

She eats her toast.

Chloe watches her with a weird look in her eyes. It tracks her movement even as Beca chews, swallows, licks her lips to catch any remaining spreading. Beca notices this and raises her eyebrows.

“What?”

“Do you always try to pretend that people don’t find you attractive?”

Now this is new territory. It’s one thing for Beca to act and feel like she is not the most attention worthy person in the room, another to be that person.

Chloe’s question implies that Beca is attention worthy. That Chloe is paying attention and that she notices or maybe even noticed- past tense- that Beca is attractive. Possibly even going so far to imply that Chloe is attracted to her.

“Oh. Uh.” Beca is confused now. Chloe had never shown interest and it is late and maybe Chloe is just under the influence of alcohol. Beca does have a knack for reading too much into things. For overthinking. “I don’t think I’ve had many of those people in my life.”

“I don’t believe that.”

Beca finishes her toast, wiping her hand on a napkin. Her throat is now dry and she’s just about to reach for the cup of water sitting in front of her crossed legs when that is cast aside.

Chloe puts two fingers under Beca’s chin. She uses them to tilt Beca up and Beca can only blink and take in a breath before Chloe is kissing her.

It’s soft, and tastes like the time that is suspended between two new beginnings. Chloe is basically kneeling and Beca is aware of how cheap the carpet is beneath her palms. Chloe’s breath warms Beca’s up and there is a chance that Chloe would not remember this tomorrow and Beca would pretend it never happened, but right now it is enough.

“Shut up,” Chloe says, after she has pulled away, taking her time walking her fingers up Beca’s chin and then flicking it at the tip.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Just do it.” Chloe settles back into her spot. Beca is strangely disappointed, even as Chloe raises her beer bottle into the air in Beca’s direction like a toast.

“…okay.”

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#mamapitch #it’s probably a bad idea to post at this time but whatever- i was inspired and then it was done #w writes #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe drabble #pitch perfect #look at me getting those aloto and taylor swift references in there

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Creatures of the Night

Hi Friends, this one features the Vampire!Chloe and Slayer!Beca characters from my Bechloe Drabbles fic. Enjoy!

“It’s a good thing you’re the slayer,” Chloe said as she kissed her way slowly down her lover’s bare back.

Beca was lying on her front, chin resting on her crossed arms as she relaxed into the soft pillows on the vampire’s four-poster bed. “Said no other vampire ever,” she chuckled. “I’m really glad you got your soul back.”

Chloe grinned. “No, I meant... I love how we get to sleep together during the day.” They’d been dating for a few months now and had fallen into a comfortable routine together.

“Mmm...” Beca flipped onto her back and wrapped her arms around the beautiful redhead, pulling her closer to kiss her. “I have a question about that. How come no one ever questions why you don’t take day shifts at the clinic?”

“I’m the boss,” Chloe shrugged. “Plus, none of the other vets have to work nights except for once in a blue moon when I take a night off, so I don’t think they question it.”

“Makes sense,” the slayer mused. She ran her fingers gently through Chloe’s hair, smiling as the vampire growled softly. “God, that’s sexy,” she murmured, feeling her body respond with heavy arousal. “You do that on purpose to turn me on, don’t you?”

“Maybe...” the vampire winked impishly. “Because, honestly, I can’t keep my hands off you.” It was times like this that her sweet Georgia accent made Beca melt.

The brunette laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth. “Jesus... are all creatures of the night as horny as you are, Beale? Not that I’m complaining in the least!”

“I'm not a representative of ALL creatures of the night...” Chloe protested gently. “But sex is a big thing for vampires. Sex, blood and causing chaos are about the only things vamps can really take pleasure from. Otherwise, our lives are long and boring, you know?”

“I take it not all vampires hold down a full-time job the way you do?” the slayer asked thoughtfully.

“Very few do actually,” the redhead shrugged. She nuzzled her lover’s neck, breathing in her scent as she cupped her breasts and caressed gently, sending waves of pleasure from her nipples to her clit. “But you know I’m different. I’m not one for causing chaos these days.”

“Mmmmm...” Beca moaned softly as Chloe’s fangs scraped gently along her skin. “If you’re hungry, go ahead,” she said then with a smile.

“Thanks, but it’s ok,” the vampire sighed. “I just like hearing how your blood rushes faster when I do that.” She giggled then. “Admit it. You totally have a fang fetish!”

“Do not!” the slayer exclaimed indignantly at the same time as acknowledging to herself that it might in fact be true, when it came to Chloe. The best orgasms she’d ever experienced had been when her lover was feeding from her while her fingers were inside her.

“I believe you, millions wouldn’t,” the redhead chuckled. Beca loved the way the vampire's fangs made her speech sound slightly lisped. It was ridiculously cute. She was about to draw her lover in for another kiss when there was a sudden thudding against the front door of the basement apartment. Chloe listened, tilting her head, then sighed heavily. “Shit.”

“What is it?” the slayer asked.

“It’s Aubrey, my... um...” Chloe swallowed, face turning deadly serious. “You should go out the back, Beca.”

“Oh my God. Chloe, are you married? Or dating someone else?” Beca asked, halfway between upset and indignant.

The thudding was louder now.

“No, of course not,” the vampire refuted as she got out of bed and pulled on a shirt and jeans. “Aubrey and I aren’t together anymore. She’s my sire, Beca, and if she finds you here, she’ll kill you. You need to get out now.”

“Too late,” a voice purred from the doorway and Chloe whirled to find her maker watching them with her arms folded, face fully transformed into the demon she was. “You made dinner, Chlo. How thoughtful.”

Aubrey lunged forward but Chloe moved faster than a blink of an eye to put herself in front of Beca, catching her by the shoulders and stopping her dead. “Back off, Aubs,” she said, holding her hands up then, but not yet morphing.

The blonde tutted unhappily. “Getting your soul back really has turned you into an unsufferable bore, Beale.”

“I can take care of myself, Chloe,” Beca said evenly as she quickly pulled her own clothes on and got her stake out, holding it tightly in her hand.

“Oooohhhh.... Oh my God... is this...? You’re fucking the slayer?” Aubrey laughed incredulously. “Wow, I’m almost but not quite five steps away from being impressed.” She perched her hands on her hips. “She’s so tiny though. I thought she’d be bigger than just a bite. Do you have to ration her?”

“I’m more than enough to handle you,” the slayer spat, but Chloe glanced back, making big eyes at her.

“Not helping, Beca,” she sing-songed tightly. Then she turned back to her friend. “Listen... I know how this looks but... this isn’t just... I care about her, Aubrey. A lot.”

The blonde laughed and shook her head. “She’s a human, Chloe! And the slayer! Do your kind a great service… Kill her!”

“NO!” the redhead exclaimed as her face fully morphed into its heavy-browed version. “I’m NOT going to hurt her and I’m NOT going to let YOU hurt her either!”

“Chloe, let me take her down!” the slayer said angrily.

“No, Beca! I’m not going to let you hurt Aubrey either. She's my best friend!”

The trio glared at each other, but Beca finally eased back, her feelings for Chloe making the decision for her. God, it was complicated. “Alright,” she said, holding up her hands and then pushing her stake into her back pocket. “Let’s just talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Aubrey said, folding her arms stubbornly and looking away. “You have twenty-four hours, Chloe. Choose. And if you choose her, you BOTH die.”

“Aubrey, wait,” the redhead begged as her friend turned and walked away. “Please?”

“Choose, Chlo,” Aubrey demanded from the doorway, then blinked away.

“Fuck,” Chloe sighed as she dropped heavily onto the bed, face morphing back to fully human. “She’s as stubborn as a cat.”

“That was Aubrey Posen, right?” Beca asked softly as she sat down and put her arm around her lover’s shoulders. “She’s over six hundred years old.”

“Yeah,” the vampire nodded, pushing her hair back and resting her forearms on her thighs. “She was already very old when I was a newborn. She’s very powerful.”

There was quiet between them for a long moment, then Beca cleared her throat softly. “You have to break up with me, don’t you.” It wasn't really a question. “We have to go back to being enemies.”

“Don’t do that,” Chloe said gently. “Don’t be selfless. I don’t want you to be. Don’t you want to fight for us?”

“Of COURSE I do,” Beca replied. “But I’m not the only one in this relationship and you’ve known Aubrey much longer than...”

Chloe held up a hand. “Aubrey will just have to get over it because... because, I’m in love with you and I don’t want to break up,” she stated calmly. There was another beat of silence. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I want you to know how I...”

But Beca’s lips silenced her as she kissed her wantonly. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” the slayer whispered then as she cupped the redhead’s face between her palms and searched her eyes. “I love you too much to survive it.” Then she smiled teasingly. “Wait... you’re not glamouring me, are you?”

Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at the familiar joke between them. “No, you fell in love with me all on your own.” She sobered then. “Listen, I’ll talk to Aubrey and make her understand.”

“And if you can’t?” Beca asked worriedly.

The vampire looked away; eyes distant. “Then she and I will fight.”

Chloe had, despite Beca’s argument that she was the slayer and well able to take care of herself, walked her girlfriend home after dark before heading out to her Barden clinic. The vampire had been a vet for a very long time and owned several practices around the United States that she regularly visited. It was a large part of her fortune, and she had trustworthy managers at each one to run things for her when she wasn’t there. She was also licensed to practice veterinary medicine in many states. It was a lot of upkeep but worth it. She could take the certification renewal exams in her sleep at this point.

She was walking past the Barden Cemetery when a voice she knew as well as her own made her slow down and chuckle. Her best friend was so cliché at times.

“I know you think I’m being harsh,” Aubrey said as she stepped up to the fence and leaned against it, looking down at her manicure.

Chloe shrugged nonchalantly. “No, I think you’re just being you. I get it, Aubs. We’re vampires and we’re supposed to eat humans. You’re not wrong... but that’s just not me anymore, and it’s never going to change.”

The blonde levitated over the fence and landed next to her friend. “I can smell it on you, you know.”

“Smell what?” the redhead asked.

“Love. There was a time I smelled it when you were with me.”

Chloe looked away, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I get why you’re upset,” she finally said. “I never thought I’d ever feel this way again. I...” She sighed. “Getting my soul back was the most painful thing that ever happened to me, Aubrey, and I know we lost us because of it.” She looked back, meeting her best friend’s eyes solidly. “But being truly honest, for me, losing Beca would be worse.”

“But why her?” the blonde asked, lifting her hands in exasperation.

“Why Samuel?” Chloe countered.

“That’s not fair,” Aubrey growled.

“How is it any different, Aubrey?!” the redhead demanded. “You fell in love with a human just like I fell in love with Beca.”

“Yes, but I killed him,” the blonde said bitterly.

“Because you had no choice,” the younger woman added, tone softer. “He was a hunter, and he was going to kill you after he found out what you were. Beca...”

“IS THE SLAYER!” Aubrey stabbed a finger into her friend’s chest. “She’ll try to kill you sooner or later, Chlo.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Chloe asked gently, taking her best friend's hand and holding it. “Beca loves me, Aubs. She’s not going to hurt me. We’ve been dating for months, and it’s been...”

She stopped talking as Aubrey yanked her hand back and then grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. “Months?! This has been going on for months?!”

Blue eyes filled with tears. “I love her, Aubrey. Please don’t try to take her away from me because I won’t let you and I don’t want to lose you either.”

For a long moment, they stared at each other. Then the blonde tossed her friend away from her, as if she was nothing. “Love,” she spat, looking down at Chloe where she was sprawled on the ground. “Love never works out for creatures of the night, Chloe. Kill her... or I will.”

Then Aubrey was gone before Chloe even had a chance to reply. She picked herself up off the ground, shaking her head as she dusted herself off. “I hate it when she does that,” she muttered, then turned to trudge the last mile to her clinic.

“You know,” Beca sighed as she swung her legs back and forth. She was sitting on top of a mausoleum, waiting to slay newly risen vampires and chatting with her girlfriend on the phone. Chloe had told her about her encounter with Aubrey earlier in the evening. “She’s actually a terrible friend.”

“She wasn’t always like that,” the redhead sighed. “She used to be uptight but fun. Now she’s just uptight and cruel and I don’t know how to help her.”

“Were you like that… before?” Beca asked tentatively.

“No…” Chloe sighed again. “I was a lot more chaotic but basically the same… but without the guilt.” She chuckled. “I was never really one for playing with my food.”

The slayer heard yapping in the background. “Is that a puppy?” she asked.

“It’s my lunch,” Chloe deadpanned, making her girlfriend gasp indignantly.

“Not even in jest, Beale! You can’t make jokes about eating puppies like that!”

“I’m sorry, Baby,” the vampire giggled. “I promise no puppies will be harmed in the making of my lunch.”

“What are you having?” Beca asked curiously.

“Nothing. I’m still full, from having you earlier,” Chloe replied. Beca could see the vampire’s eyebrow waggle in her mind’s eye.

“Perv,” she teased.

“You should have seen her a hundred years ago,” Aubrey suddenly said, stepping out of the darkness into the glow of the streetlight. “She made sailors blush.”

“Uh… Chloe, I have to go. Aubrey’s here,” Beca said slowly, then hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket. “I assume you’re here to give me the shovel talk about not hurting your best friend, etcetera?”

The blonde grinned a little. “I think we’re past that, don’t you? I know you have a plan to kill her. Why are you waiting? Are you trying to get information out of her first? Information about her six-hundred-year-old sire, maybe?”

The brunette shook her head disbelievingly. “Um… paranoid much?” Blonde eyebrows lifted but the vampire just shrugged. “I didn’t even KNOW you were Chloe’s sire until the first time you and I met.”

“Bullshit,” Aubrey chuckled. “I’m always the first vampire new slayers come after.”

Beca shrugged this time. “My watcher is constantly telling me I need to study more, but I tend to focus on what’s around me to battle. I don’t care about vampires that aren’t here in Barden.” Her eyes narrowed then. “You should have stayed away, Aubrey, because now, I care about you.”

The blonde scratched her head. “And... am I supposed to be afraid of you?” she asked, scoffing a little.

“I think you shouldn’t underestimate her,” Chloe said as she skidded to a stop. “Hi, Baby.”

“Hi, Beautiful.” The slayer hopped down from the roof of the mausoleum and bounced on her toes a little. “So, what’s going to happen tonight, Ms. Posen? Are we going to talk this out? Or am I going to kick your ass to hell?”

“You gotta hand it to her,” Aubrey said, looking at Chloe. “She’s brave in the face of death.”

“You have no idea,” the redhead chuckled. “She has skills too. I fought her seventeen times and even reading her mind, I couldn’t beat her.”

Beca’s mouth dropped open. “But... you said you weren’t trying to kill me.”

Her girlfriend shrugged sheepishly. “I wasn’t… but I WAS trying to beat you the first few times. You’re just a better and more motivated fighter than I am. I kinda lost interest in it after…”

“You got your soul back,” Beca and Aubrey said at the same time, the blonde vampire punctuating her words with an eyeroll. Chloe just shrugged again and started pacing a little.

“So,” she said then. “What do we do? Aubs, I think you’ve figured out that Beca and I aren’t going to give each other up. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. So… make your decision. Are we going to fight or are you going to get over it?”

The older woman sighed and shook her head. “You’re infuriating, Beale.” She perched her hands on her hips. “But fuck it. I’m washing my hands of it. If you want to be with a slayer, it’s your funeral!”

“Been there, done that,” Chloe teased, but she knew she’d won the battle before the battle had even begun.

“Ugh,” Aubrey exclaimed. “Infuriating! Don’t expect me to be nice to her!”

“And don’t expect ME to be nice to HER,” Beca added, although it was fairly half-hearted. She had to admit that a part of her was slightly terrified of the commanding blonde, even if she hadn’t been a six-hundred-year-old vampire.

“We can work on that,” the redhead grinned. “Baby steps, right?”

“Jesus Christ… I need a damn drink,” Aubrey stated. “An ALCOHOLIC one!”

“Find a bar then,” Beca said.

“Uh… that’s not…” Chloe began. Then she shook her head. “You know what, never mind. That works too.” Beca tilted her head in question, but Aubrey was already walking away to find a drunk victim. Two birds with one stone. The redhead chuckled softly. “I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.”

And hand in hand, they headed toward the vampire’s clinic.

Beca looked carefully at her girlfriend, who seemed relaxed and happy. “That puppy’s really ok, right?”

Chloe just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Bec.”

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