#triple treble

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 21

A/N: thank you thank you always to @chloes-yellow-cup for always doing the thing and @kimmania for listening to endless hcs.

Beca

“Are you sure you wish to do this, Little Necromancer?”

Beca looked up at Chloe's dad and flapped her hands under her arm pits in an attempt to dry the copious moisture gathering as they waited for Cahira to let them know the rest of the vampires had arrived. At least. The ones brave enough to accept Beca's invitation to speak.

“What? Face a few hundred vampires that would probably like nothing more than to burn me at the stake?”

He gave a rumble of a grunt and stroked his braided beard thoughtfully.  She could tell he wasn't as afraid of her anymore which was a plus. Probably. Maybe.

“Yes.”

Beca shrugged and finally settled for a meandering anxious pace around the room. She really wished Chloe and Aubrey were there with her now but they had gone to check on defenses. She was pretty sure that was an intentional move to give her time alone with Chloe's parents. At least for the moment. 

How could she face hundreds of vampires if she couldn't handle facing just this one? Granted it might be easier if she hadn’t just banged his daughter like a Salvation Army drum.

Okay who was she kidding? She was definitely the drum. This time. Next time she had serious plans to be the one doing the banging. Lots and lots of banging.

Heat rose to her cheeks at Einar's intent gaze and she suddenly wondered if mind reading was a vampiric gift. If so she was screwed. 

“I'm sure.”

“May I ask why, Little Necromancer?”

She had to smile at that. There could be worse nicknames.

“Because, Big Guy, I took something from them and I should explain myself.”

“You mean apologize.”

Beca thought about that. There was expectation in his tone and nearly imperceptible shift of his attention that was meant to intimidate. The weight of his age and power flexed around her, making her bones ache. It was impressive and would have worked maybe a month ago. 

But she had seen some shit since then. She had done some shit since then. And she knew who she was now. Love hummed through her bond and she stopped her pacing and faced him directly, unafraid. She didn't bother to call up her power to push back, it wasn't necessary. Her conviction that she had done the right thing was enough to straighten her spine.

“I did what I did to save Aubrey. I'm not going to apologize for that. If they don't like it, tough tits. All I can do is explain how dire it was and hope they'll respect that.”

“Respect or fear?”

It was a valid question and she gave herself a moment to honestly answer without her usual sarcasm.

“If I wanted them to fear me I wouldn't bother to explain why I had to do what I did. I didn't want to hurt anyone but to protect or save Aubrey and Chloe I will be ruthless if I have to.”

Einar's power receded in a slow pull and she felt her spine release tension it had been holding. The door opened and Cahira stepped in with a brow raised in question.

“Husband?”

“There is no lie in her words. The Necromancer speaks truly. She meant only to save the Queen.”

“And?”

Beca looked back and forth between them in confusion. She wasn't entirely certain what was happening but Einar let out a great sigh and slumped his shoulders in resignation. 

“I'm sorry I doubted you, Wife, moon of my heart, she who is beauty, grace and wisdom. I am a turd.”

Cahira's lips curled into a satisfied grin and she held out an impatient hand until Einar fished a bronze coin out of his pocket and slapped it into her hand.

“Thank you, Husband.” Cahira tugged gently on Einar's beard until he bowed his tall frame to meet her lips in a soft kiss. She released him and faced Beca. “Do close your mouth dear, they'll think you're damaged.”

Beca's mouth snapped closed with a click and she blinked several times trying to process what she had witnessed.

“Okay wait. What's happening right now?”

“Oh this?” She held up the coin and laughed. “Einar and I have been winning this back from each other for a thousand years. A game of ours.”

“And you make him say that every time??”

“You should hear what I have to say when he wins.”

Her laugh was musical and light and Beca was pretty sure Chloe’s dad had just fallen in love with her all over again if his expression was any indication. She could see where Chloe got it from. 

These were not the vampires she understood. These were real people that loved and laughed. They weren't monsters. And neither were any of the people she needed to address. They were just people. Powerful people with the abilty to do alarming and fucked up things. But still capable of being so much more than the things that go bump in the night.

“Wow. Okay. So are the vamps all here?”

“They are. Are you ready to address them?”

“I guess. I mean. Yeah. Yes. Yes I'm ready.”

“Come, Beca. Einar and I will be by your side. Chloe and the Queen will be back shortly. Unless you would prefer to wait?”

She wanted to wait. If only for the support she knew she would have. Beca took a deep breath and shook her head. No. She needed to do this herself. Besides who was going to give her lip with the Big Guy looming over her shoulder?

“Let's do this.”

Something glittered in Cahira's eyes. Something like…pride? Beca wasn't sure but she felt like she was doing the right thing. Einar opened the door in the far wall and gestured for her to go first. If she expected a hallway or a buffer between herself and the other vampires she was disappointed. 

Beca found herself on a raised platform with more vampires than she had expected staring up at her. Some with curiosity,  some with hostility, most with barely concealed fear.

“Oh boy.”

She looked back at Chloe's parents nervously then back to the waiting mass. She brought one hand up in a tentative wave and seriously reconsidered her choices the last five minutes.

“Hey. So, I'm Beca.”

There was nothing. Absolute dead silence. They stared at her and she stared at them. Neither one was sure who was the predator and who was the prey. She sighed heavily and the vampires closest to the platform eased back. 

“Okay this…this isn't going to work.” She walked to the edge of the platform and dropped the few feet to be on their level. “Look, guys, you don't have to be afraid of me. I don't want to hurt anyone here.”

Some skittered back. A few held their ground. One pushed forward with mistrust blazing in her almond shaped eyes. Beca held her ground and waited for the unmistakable swirl of power to crest over her as Einar's had done but it never came. Or rather, it wasn't as expected. 

Power lapped up at her, batting gently like a gentle wave. The trailing edge of it tried to stick and cling to her, trying to find a way to overwhelm and influence her but it was too weak and crumbled away like sand with just the slightest push back from her.

Beca frowned when the woman backed up several paces in fear. A few of the nearest vampires that had stood their ground shifted away. She was getting nowhere and fast.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

Repeating it wasn’t likely to change their minds and she realized it. 

“You have already done so, Necromancer.”

She looked for the voice in the crowd that had spoken. Bodies parted to allow a vampire in a heavy cloak to limp forward in an awkward shuffle. He was ancient. Maybe even older than Aubrey but there was something wrong with him.

Her head tipped to the side and she reached up to push the hood of the cloak down. Wisps of brittle white hair fell from an already nearly bald pate. Pale waxy skin stretched translucently over high planed cheekbones and a strong jaw. If she had thought the vampires were scared of her, they were absolutely terrified of this one.

Whispers of verskret hissed through the crowd as they backed even further away. She knew that word. Cursed. 

“Who are you?”

“You may call me Athan. Do you deny what you have done, Necromancer?”

Beca was fascinated by the power she could feel seeping from him without even conscious effort. But none of it was directed at her. 

“No. I did that. I took from all of you and I would do it again if I had to. Not because I wanted to hurt anyone but because the need was seriously fucking desperate.”

“And what could you have so desperately needed with all of us?”

“To heal me. And believe me it was out of desperate need. True death was upon me, I was past the point of healing myself.”

Beca had been so drawn by the vampire in front of her she hadn’t even noticed Aubrey and Chloe’s appearance. A cool hand closed lightly around her wrist and graceful fingers twined loosely with her own. 

Chloe's simple touch grounded her and she shook away the thrall of power. Athan's gaze sharpened on her but he didn't push his power. He simply stood there assessing her. His soft hazel eyes drifted away from Beca and over to Aubrey.

“And what could have brought one such as yourself to the brink of death, My Queen?”

Chloe stepped forward, her hand still clasped with Beca's. “The sun, Athan. After full submersion and fresh blood she was still burning from the inside out.”

There were hushed whispers and soft hisses of remembered pain at Chloe's description. The sun was a foe every vampire feared more than anything else. Even curses and necromancers. Athan turned back to look at Beca again, more speculative than before.

“Why would you do that?”

“A lot of reasons. I think Aubrey is necessary in breaking the Council. I think she is honorable and genuinely hates the system of abuse we all suffer under and can make it better. But mostly just because I love her.”

Beca turned her attention to Aubrey and held out her free hand which the blonde took without hesitation. Power pulsed through the room in time with her heart beat and Athan brought a withered hand to his chest with a staggered step forward.

Her power curled around him and caressed his aura making Athan gasp drop to his knees. He looked up at her and reached a trembling hand to her and then pulled it back fearfully and pulled up his hood to hide away from her.

“If what you say is true, and I now believe that it is, then I understand. So should we all.”

He started to ease back into the crowd and Beca felt compelled to stop him. Her magic stretched out to him again wanting to explore and understand his condition.

“Wait! Please don't go.”

The aged vampire turned his head but she couldn’t see his face in the depths of the hood.

“If you think to break this curse, you cannot. Many have tried, all have failed.”

He turned away and slipped through the ranks and this time Beca let him. Now wasn't the time for that but she made a mental note to talk to Chloe and Aubrey about it later.

Vampires stared at her and she stared back. There wasn't much more she could say. It was up to them now, but she suspected Athan's opinion would go a long way in her favor.

“So…we good?”

There wasn't a resounding cheer of support but she didn't expect there to be. It was enough that many of them nodded agreement. Beca let out a deep sigh of relief and looked gratefully back at Chloe when arms slipped around her waist.

“Tough crowd.”

“Hm.”

“This isn't settled yet is it?”

The vampire gave a slight shake of her head, sending soft red curls tumbling over her shoulder. 

“No but we don't have time to coddle them. If we survive what's coming we can try again.  For now, leave them to Aubrey and come with me.”

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“To make out, silly.”

Now that was a plan she could get behind. Beca gave their blonde a glance and found her already addressing questions from some of the vampires assembled. Aubrey turned her head and caught her gaze with a quick wink. 

“You sure we shouldn't stay and help?”

“Nah, she'll meet us at the garage in a few. Right now I wanna be on you.”

“Well I do hate to disappoint the ladies so I'm in. Let's go.”

[canaryscotch]

Beca + Chaubrey in Pitch Perfect 1, 2, & 3

[pitch-perfect-spookfest]

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[idontwannapickausername]

In which Aubrey, Beca, and Chloe have a Skype call while Aubrey’s on a work trip.

also on ffn

[cloudsandcrescents]

☁️ New Chapter Update ☁️

It’s way overdue though, in my defense, I never planned on a second part to this. That said, I’m very much the pushover parent who will give their kid whatever they want. (Not really, but that’s my justification for this. Just roll with it.)

Anywho! A much requested part two of Relinquish is now live! I hope you enjoy!

[baymulti]

[ Aubrey and Beca tasting Chloe's cooking. ]

Aubrey and Beca: *takes a bite on the food Chloe made*

Chloe: soo.. how was it?

Aubrey and Beca: *slowly put their tumbs up*

Chloe: yey! I'm gonna go get more. *Leaves*

Beca: first and last, we need to leave the cooking between us two.

Aubrey: agreed.

[becabeale143]

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

Incorrect Bechloe quotes 🌹🔥

[pitchperfect-lostgirl-rizzles]

Something I've been wanting to do for years now, so hope y'all like it!!

[massivedrickhead]

stay (1/1)

Pitchmas 2022

Words: 4543

Notes: Merry Pitchmas @ezappa, I’m your secret santa! 

You asked for some triple treble with Beca and Aubrey bonding over loving Chloe, and I hope that’s what I delivered. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this!

Read on AO3

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Beca: 911. Chloe’s crying in the bathroom and won’t come out.

Aubrey: On my way.

Beca was pacing the hallway outside the bathroom when Aubrey arrived. She was tapping the corner of her phone against her chin - a nervous habit she’d picked up as a teen that she’d never grown out of.

“Hey,” Beca said, looking relieved to see her.

“What did you do?” Was Aubrey’s greeting.

“I didn’t do anything!” Beca replied, her relief quickly replaced by defensiveness. “Did you do something?”

“She was fine when I left this morning,” Aubrey said. “And you’re the one who’s been home with her all day.”

Beca frowned, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as she resumed pacing, tapping her phone against her chin with a little more force now.

“I’ve been working,” she said. “I haven’t really seen her. I walked past the bathroom on my way to make coffee and I heard her crying in there. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.” She ran her free hand through her hair before turning to Aubrey. “I don’t know what I did.”

Aubrey felt herself soften. She hadn’t really thought Beca was to blame, but hearing that her girlfriend had locked herself in the bathroom had caused her to panic. It wasn’t typical Chloe Beale behaviour. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t you,” Aubrey said. “I’m sorry I said that.”

Beca nodded and stopped pacing, allowing Aubrey to put an arm around her and squeeze her into a side hug. She pressed her lips against the side of Beca’s head and Beca felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. 

“I’m going to see if she’ll let me in,” Aubrey said. 

She knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Chlo’? It’s Aubrey, can I come in?” 

There was a pause followed by the sound of the lock sliding across the door. 

Beca tried not to feel hurt as Aubrey opened the bathroom door and closed it behind her. 

She left them to it, heading for the kitchen in order to try and make herself feel useful. She started cleaning because that’s what she did when she needed to clear her head. 

She was still getting used to this… thing she had with Aubrey and Chloe. She was still trying to shake the feeling that, one day soon, Aubrey and Chloe would realise they were better off just the two of them. She was still waiting to get her heart broken. She was trying to prepare for it as if that would make it hurt less when it finally happened. 

And she tried to believe it when her girlfriends told her they loved her, but sometimes she felt like they were all living in some kind of dream. She was worried about what would happen when they woke up. 

It had been almost a year now since the three of them had started dating. It had started at a party to celebrate Aubrey’s return to Barden and to christen her new apartment (Chloe’s idea, of course.)

A drunk Aubrey had found an even drunker Beca hiding in her new guest bedroom, trying to act like she hadn’t been crying.

Aubrey joined her on the floor. 

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Aubrey asked, sitting beside Beca and staring ahead at the closed door. “Watching her flirt with everything that moves.” 

“Yeah,” Beca replied, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “How long?”

“Since freshman year,” Aubrey said. “You?”

“Same,” Beca said. 

This wasn’t the first time they’d recognised their own pain reflected back at them, but it was the first time they’d addressed it. 

“How screwed are we?” Beca asked. 

“We fell in love with our best friend years ago and it never went away,” Aubrey said. “I think we’re pretty much fucked.”

The sound of Aubrey cursing always made Beca laugh, and she let her head drop onto Aubrey’s shoulder. 

Beca doesn’t remember who kissed who first, but it seemed like no time at all had passed between this quiet conversation and Aubrey pulling Beca’s shirt over her head. 

It might have ended after a heated makeout session. 

It might have ended after a drunken one-night stand that they never spoke of again. 

It might have been just a one-time thing. 

Had Chloe not opened the door to the guest room. 

She didn’t say anything at first, she simply looked at them both with something in her eyes that neither of them had seen directed at them before. 

She quietly closed the door behind her and leaned against it, observing them both in their half-dressed state. Their lipstick was smeared and their cheeks and chests were flushed, their breathing was laboured and the silence in the room grew heavier. 

“Room for one more?” She asked. 

Aubrey and Beca looked at each other and an understanding passed between them. 

If this was their only chance, they’d take it. 

Even if it would hurt more tomorrow. 

Even if it would fundamentally change their friendship. 

They both nodded, and Beca’s hand stretched out towards Chloe who responded with a grin that made Beca blush. She locked the door before she closed the gap between them. 

No more words were spoken, and once it was done they all but passed out on the bed in Aubrey’s guest room. They could hear the party raging on without them, but none of them felt inclined to rejoin it. 

In the silence, Beca felt herself starting to spiral. 

God, what had they done? What had she done? How could they ever come back from this?

She sat up, her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest. 

A hand ran up her back, and Beca turned to see it belonged to Aubrey. 

Chloe was already asleep on top of her, her head on her chest, red hair splayed out.

“Stay,” Aubrey said. “Please.”

Beca swallowed and looked at the tears shining in Aubrey’s eyes. 

“It wasn’t just Chloe I fell in love with,” Beca said. 

“I know,” Aubrey replied. “Me too.”

Beca let out a soft laugh as the tears building in her eyes spilled over and down her cheeks. 

“What have we done?”

“I don’t regret it,” Aubrey said, her hand still lightly running up and down Beca’s back. “Do you?”

Beca shook her head. 

“So stay,” Aubrey said, coaxing Beca back down onto the bed. 

Beca stayed.

And almost 12 months later, here they were. 

Beca had unloaded the last of the dishes from the dishwasher when Chloe finally emerged from the bathroom. 

She’d been so deep in her thoughts that she jumped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

She didn’t have to look down to know that it was Chloe hugging her. She could tell their hugs apart by now.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, her voice muffled by Beca’s back. 

“Why are you sorry?” Beca asked. 

“For not letting you in,” Chloe said. “For making you think you did something wrong.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Beca said. She turned around in Chloe’s arms so she could hug her properly. “Do you wanna tell me what happened?”

“I had a fight with my Mom,” Chloe said, her voice now muffled by Beca’s chest.

“I’m sorry Chlo’,” Beca said. “What kind of fight?”

“She… She told me not to come home for Christmas,” Chloe said.

“What? How come?” Beca asked even though she was sure she knew the answer already. 

“Because of us,” Aubrey said, entering the kitchen with a frown on her face. 

It was the same reason why Beca wasn’t going home for Christmas. The same reason Aubrey wasn’t. 

“Oh,” Beca said. “That sucks, Chloe. I’m sorry.”

Chloe shook her head. “I thought my Mom was better than that. I thought she’d understand.”

Beca held her tighter and pressed a kiss against her head. 

Beca and Aubrey hadn’t been surprised by their families’ reactions to them not having one but two girlfriends. They’d both been prepared for the heated conversations and the refusal of acceptance. 

Chloe, however, had been confident that her family would be cool with it. They’d never had a problem with her sexuality before, and both Aubrey and Beca had stayed with them previously and had always been welcomed with open arms. 

After Beca and Aubrey had told Chloe they wouldn’t be going home for Christmas this year, Chloe insisted they join her. 

She had been so sure it would be fine. 

“I thought she knew about us?” Beca asked after a few minutes of silence. 

“She thought I’d been joking,” Chloe said, her voice strained. She finally ended their hug and grabbed a paper towel to wipe her eyes. “I asked if you could both come for Christmas and she said yes but wanted to know why. I told her about your families not being cool about us, and she… She said she thought it had been a joke. She said she didn’t understand and things got heated. She told me maybe it would be best if I didn’t come home this year.”

“She said you could go on your own,” Aubrey said. “Just not with us.”

“Which I’m obviously not going to do.”

“Chlo’, Christmas is your favourite holiday. If you want to spend it with your family then you can, you know that right?” Beca said, glancing at Aubrey who nodded. 

“I don’t want to do that,” Chloe said. “Not now that I know that’s how she feels. And I don’t want to spend it without you both.”

Beca glanced at Aubrey again, who gave her a half-shrug. 

“Well, since all our parents suck, I guess we’ll have to do our own Christmas,” Beca said. 

Chloe sniffed, the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

“Yeah?” She asked, looking at Aubrey for confirmation. 

“Absolutely,” Aubrey said. 

“Can we get a tree?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah,” Beca said. “I figured we’d have gotten one anyway.”

“And Christmas dinner?”

“If Beca promises not to cook,” Aubrey said. 

“Rude.”

Chloe laughed and the heavy feeling in her chest started to lift. “Matching Christmas pyjamas?”

“Let’s not get crazy,” Beca said, and Chloe pouted, which caused Beca to roll her eyes and relent. “Fine.”

Relieved that, for now, the emergency seemed to be over, Aubrey kissed both her girlfriends on the cheeks and returned to work. 

“Do you have to go back to work?” Chloe asked once Aubrey had left. 

Beca checked the time on her phone and then shook her head. “I can call it a day. Do you need to study or anything?”

Chloe thought about the piles of veterinary textbooks piled up on the dining room table before she also shook her head. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate right now anyway. Come watch a movie with me?”

Beca rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. “Sure,” she said. “And since my cooking apparently sucks, we can order pizza for dinner.”

Chloe giggled and pulled Beca into the lounge. “You’re a great cook.”

“Tell that to Aubrey.”

“She just thinks you put too much garlic in everything,” Chloe said as they dropped onto the couch and Chloe searched in the seat cushions for the remote. 

“There’s literally no such thing,” Beca said, lifting her arm so Chloe could cuddle into her side. “Do you think she might be a vampire?”

“That would explain why she sleeps upside down like a bat.”

Chloe felt Beca’s laugh vibrate through her chest, and it made her smile. She cuddled her tighter, and Beca responded by kissing the top of her head. 

“Can I ask,” Beca said after a while, the movie playing quietly in the background, “why didn’t you tell me what was going on earlier? Why did you let Aubrey in and not me? I’m not mad or anything, I just want to know if it was something I did.”

Chloe didn’t respond immediately, and Beca felt that fear creep into her chest again. 

“Aubrey isn’t really a Christmas person,” Chloe said. “At college, she never really went home for it, and when she was in New York she didn’t either. She isn’t big on family gatherings. Well, you met the Posens at her graduation, you know what they’re like.”

Beca could agree with that.

“But you… you seemed really sad when you told me that you weren’t going home for Christmas. And then when I invited you to come to my parents’ place, you looked so happy,” Chloe said. “I didn’t want to disappoint you when I told you that we weren’t going anymore.”

“Chloe,” Beca said softly, the fear quickly being replaced by love and sadness for her girlfriend. Of course Chloe had been more worried about Beca being upset than herself. “I was happy because it meant I could spend Christmas with you and Aubrey. Don’t get me wrong, your parents are great. I mean, they were great, I’m not so sure now. But that wasn’t why I was looking forward to Christmas at their place. I was looking forward to spending it with the two people I love, and who love me back, and we still get to do that. You’re allowed to feel sad that you’re missing Christmas with your family, but I don’t want you to worry about me. And if you change your mind and decide that you do want to spend Christmas with them, without me and Aubrey, then that’s okay too.”

“I love you,” Chloe said, hugging her even tighter. 

“I love you too,” Beca said. “We’re gonna have an awesome Christmas together. I promise.”

-

December passed them in a blur of decorating, card-writing, gift-wrapping, and Christmas parties. 

Chloe’s Christmas to-do list seemed never-ending, but Beca and Aubrey weren’t about to complain. Not even when Chloe made them all wear matching Christmas sweaters with reindeer antlers so she could take a photo for her “digital Christmas cards”.

“It’s more environmentally friendly!” Chloe insisted. 

“And you forgot that it takes more than a week to make and send Christmas cards around the country,” Aubrey added in a low voice. 

But they didn’t care. Chloe could have dressed them up as elves and sent them out carol singing and they wouldn’t have complained. Not now that she finally seemed like herself again. 

Now that the endless phone calls from her family to get her to change her mind had stopped. 

“Unless you’re calling to apologise, I don’t want to hear from you!” 

Chloe had snapped during the last phone call with her Mom and had shut herself in the bathroom again. 

This time she let Beca in. Let Beca pull her into her chest while she sobbed. 

All three of them felt the pain of rejection. Of not being loved and accepted by the people who were supposed to love them the most. 

Aubrey dealt with it the way she always had, by pushing it down and trying to ignore it. She’d had decades of practice by this point in her life, and she was good at it. 

Beca was similar to Aubrey in that she rarely wore her emotions on her sleeve. If there was something wrong you wouldn’t know it unless you really knew her. Though rather than trying to ignore her feelings, Beca always channelled hers into her music. On bad days she would shut herself away in her small office and work on track after track until Chloe or Aubrey made her stop. 

Theo always said this was her best work, and she tried not to hate him for that. 

Chloe was the only one out of the three of them who really showed her emotions, and she had been the only one out of the three of them who’d been truly blindsided by her family’s reaction to her new relationship. 

She couldn’t believe this was the tipping point for them - that this had been the hill they had chosen to die on - but she was getting used to that ache in her chest.

Chloe broke up from veterinary school for winter break a few days before Christmas. Beca had finished work officially the day before, but that hadn’t stopped her answering emails and working on some tracks for most of the next day, which is why she was holed up in her office when Chloe got home. 

“You’re supposed to be on Christmas vacation,” Chloe said, making Beca jump. Chloe giggled and removed the headphones from around Beca’s neck before climbing into her lap. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Beca said, grinning. “Am I getting my Christmas present early?”

“Well, that depends,” Chloe said, her hands resting on Beca’s shoulders as Beca’s hands began moving up her back. “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“Naughty,” Beca said, unhooking Chloe’s bra with one deft hand. “Definitely naughty.”

Before either of them could say another word the intercom for their apartment buzzed. 

“Ignore it,” Beca said, trying to pull Chloe into a kiss. 

“I can’t,” Chloe said. “I’m still waiting on a bunch of stuff for you and Aubrey to get delivered.”

Chloe pulled away from Beca despite her grumbling that a neighbour could take the packages, and she hurried out of her office and to the intercom on the wall.

“Hello?” She said, pressing down the button. 

“Chloe? It’s, um, it’s Mom.”

Chloe froze.

“Can you let me in?”

Chloe jumped when she felt Beca’s hand on her back. 

“I can tell her to leave,” Beca said. “If you need me to.”

Chloe swallowed and then shook her head. She pressed the button which unlocked the door to the apartment building. 

She tried to re-fasten her bra but her hands started shaking. 

“Here,” Beca said, helping her. She pressed a light kiss against her shoulder. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said, taking her hand and squeezing. “Please.”

The wait for Chloe’s Mom to arrive at their apartment door seemed to go on forever, even though it couldn’t have been more than a minute.

Eventually, there was a tentative knock, and Chloe jumped again. 

She hesitated, and then she opened the door. 

Julia Beale was standing there, looking smaller than Beca remembered. She had Chloe’s red hair and clear blue eyes that were now shining with tears. 

Chloe stepped aside so her Mom could come in. 

Chloe was watching her with apprehension, her hand still held tightly in Beca’s. 

Julia looked at both of them. 

“Where’s Aubrey?” She asked. 

Chloe didn’t speak, so Beca answered for her. “She’s at work. She’ll be home soon.”

Julia nodded. “This is a nice place.”

“Mom, why are you here?” Chloe asked. 

“I, um, I wanted to say this to all of you, but I suppose you’ll pass the message onto Aubrey for me,” Julia said. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry. For what I said. For how I reacted when you told me about the three of you.”

Chloe didn’t know what to say. It had been what she’d been waiting to hear - what she’d been hoping to hear - and now that she was hearing it, she didn’t know how to react. 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Julia said. “Not right away, anyway. But I wanted to say it. Before Christmas. And not over the phone, but face to face. I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m sorry, Beca.”

Beca nodded but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t her apology to accept, not really. 

“So… you accept us? You accept me?” Chloe asked, her voice catching on the second question. 

“I’ve always accepted you, Chloe,” Julia said. “This one just caught me by surprise, and I reacted too quickly, and too harshly. But if being with both Beca and Aubrey makes you happy, and if no one is getting hurt, then yes, I can accept this relationship.”

Chloe swallowed and let out a shaky breath, a weight lifting off her shoulders that she thought would be there forever. 

“Come give your Mom a hug?” 

Chloe squeezed Beca’s hand before letting go, and she quickly crossed the room so her Mom could pull her into a hug. 

“My baby,” she said softly. “I’ve missed you.”

“I've missed you too,” Chloe said, her voice breaking as she let the tears that had been building fall. 

Beca was beginning to feel like she was intruding, but just as she was about to leave their apartment door opened and Aubrey walked in. 

Her briefcase slipped out of her hand with a thud as she spotted Chloe and her Mom, and their hug ended. 

“Aubrey,” Julia said, smiling at the sight of her. 

“Mrs Beale,” Aubrey replied. She wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t giving Chloe’s Mom one of her Posen death stares, so both Chloe and Beca took that as a win. 

“Why don’t you both go sit down, and I’ll make some coffee?” Beca said. “Aubrey can give me a hand in the kitchen.”

“Actually, I can’t stay long,” Julia said. “I have to catch my flight back home in a few hours.”

Chloe’s face fell, and the disappointment hit her hard in the stomach. 

“You have to leave already?”

“I didn’t know if you’d even want to see me,” Julia said. “I only booked one night in a hotel, and I was too nervous to come over last night.”

“Oh,” Chloe said, feeling weird at the thought that her Mom had been in Barden last night and all of today, but had waited until the last minute to come and see her. 

“I’m sorry,” Julia said. “I should have come as soon as I’d landed, but I chickened out.” 

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “I’m glad you came over. I’m glad I got to see you even if it was only for a little while.”

Julia smiled, and Beca had to look away. 

She could hear the heartbreak in Chloe’s voice, and she couldn’t understand how Julia didn’t. 

Aubrey heard it too, and her hand found Beca’s quickly. 

“Before I go,” Julia said. “I wanted to ask if you’d come home for Christmas? I, um, I booked an extra return ticket. No pressure, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get a refund,” she added with a nervous laugh. 

Chloe looked over at Beca and Aubrey, and Beca gave her what she hoped was a supportive smile. 

“Beca and Aubrey too?”

Julia’s face fell.

“Well, the ticket wasn’t cheap, so I only got-”

“They can get their own tickets,” Chloe said, cutting her off. “But does the invitation extend to my girlfriends?”

Julia swallowed. “I… I don’t think it’s a good idea this year. You know what your grandparents are like…. Maybe this year, you could just come home by yourself?”

Aubrey squeezed Beca’s hand, and Beca squeezed it back. 

Neither of them were expecting an invite, but they both felt something like disappointment settle in their chests. They were both already quietly mourning the Christmas they’d planned together.

Beca thought about the collection of gifts under their tree, and how Chloe had been poking and prodding at them for a week now. 

Aubrey thought about all the food they had bought only a few days ago. About all the recipes she’d collected over the last few weeks so that she’d be prepared to make the best Christmas dinner she could. She’d even been excited to fight with Beca in the kitchen.

They both waited for Chloe to look at them again. For her to ask if they would be okay with her going home. They hoped their voices would be steady. Supportive. They hoped their voices wouldn’t betray them. 

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Chloe said. “I’m not leaving them behind.”

“Chloe,” Aubrey said, softly. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” Chloe said, turning to look at them. “I told you, I don’t want to spend Christmas without you. Without either of you.”

“Chloe,” Julia said, “it’s Christmas. You should spend it with your family.”

“That’s what I am doing,” Chloe said. “Beca and Aubrey are my family too. They’re the ones who have stuck by me, who cheered me up when I was down, and who held me when I cried. I love them, and they love me, and they are the ones I want to wake up next to on Christmas morning.” She gave her Mom a hug. “Thank you for coming all this way, and thank you for apologising. I’ll come home for a visit in January, and maybe we can talk more then?”

Julia looked disappointed, but she knew there was no talking Chloe out of this. 

“Okay. Call me on Christmas morning?” She asked. 

“Of course,” Chloe said.

Julia hugged her again, relieved to have her daughter back in her life, even if she wouldn’t get her at Christmas. 

“Love you, sweetheart,” she said. 

“Love you too, Mom,” Chloe replied. 

Chloe was quiet after her Mom left. 

She was curled up on the sofa, a movie playing quietly in the background. 

“Her flight doesn’t leave for another hour,” Beca said, taking a seat beside her on the sofa. “If you left now, you might make it.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Chloe said. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” Beca said. “Of course not. But… you’re sad, Chlo’.”

“A little,” Chloe said. “But I’d have been even sadder if I was sitting on that plane right now without you and Aubrey with me. When I think about leaving here without you both, about leaving you and our little Christmas we had planned behind, it makes me want to cry.”

Beca smiled and leaned over to press a kiss on her head. Chloe adjusted her position so her head was in Beca’s lap.

Aubrey joined them on the sofa, and Chloe lifted her legs so they went across Aubrey’s thighs. 

“I’m glad you stayed,” Aubrey said. 

“Me too,” Beca said. 

“I would never have left you guys,” Chloe said. “You know that, right?”

Beca and Aubrey shared a glance. 

Sometimes it was like they could read each other’s mind.

“We hoped,” Aubrey said. “But we didn’t know.”

 Chloe frowned, and Beca began running her hand through Chloe’s hair. 

“The people who are meant to love us haven’t always done the best job,” Beca said. “So now we’re prepared for disappointment. We’ve learned not to get our hopes up so we don’t get hurt.”

“And it’s not that we think you’d hurt us,” Aubrey added. “It’s just that, for us, keeping your expectations low is the best way to protect yourself.”

Chloe shook her head. “It’s no wonder you guys hated each other when you first met. You’re so damn similar.”

“It’s also probably why we both fell in love with little miss sunshine as soon as she batted her eyelashes,” Beca said, causing Chloe to laugh and whack her playfully on the leg. 

A comfortable silence fell, and Beca felt herself begin to relax. 

Chloe wasn’t going to change her mind and leave. 

She and Aubrey weren’t going to realise they were better off without her.

She wasn’t going to be left on her own with only the memory of the love they made her feel. 

“I’m really glad you stayed,” Beca said, smiling as Aubrey put a hand on her thigh, reading her mind as always. 

“I was always going to stay. I am always going to stay,” Chloe said.

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

MY HANDS ARE SHAKING FORM HOLDING BACK FROM YOU

Rating: E

One Shot (maybe...)

Pairings: Triple Treble (Aubrey/Beca/Chloe)

Summary: They make music well together, what’s to say they won’t have a perfect harmony in the bedroom too? Pitch Perfect Rare Pair Week 2022, Day 6 - "There’s no way that it’s not going to happen with you looking at me like that.”

I tried so hard to not write smut for this prompt I swear to god kfjglkdfgjfd but yeah... it didn’t take 😅 ANYWAYYY have a Triple Treble smutfest I guess 😂

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 20

A/N: i have to thank @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always encouraging me and reminding me that my words aren't dumb. I love you awesome nerds.

Aubrey

She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have intimate desires but now that her body recalled the joys of ecstasy she thirsted for more than mere blood. All her years and experiences had not prepared her for the heights of passion they ascended to nor the depths of devotion she certainly did not feel worthy of yet basked in nonetheless. Even now, hours after Beca had finally drifted off to sleep on Chloe’s chest, she could not seem to stop herself from covering the smaller woman's back with butterfly light kisses.

Fingers threaded through her hair and she glanced up to find Chloe watching her with an expression so filled with warring emotions that Aubrey had no hope of guessing what she was thinking.

“I'm sorry.”

The blonde raised a brow and frowned slightly. Aubrey repositioned herself so that she could meet Chloe’s unflinching gaze. Beca mumbled sleepily and burrowed into the redhead’s chest even as she pulled Aubrey’s arm around her waist. 

The momentary distraction made them both smile at the woman happily tucked between them. Whatever concerns the necromancer previously held about them it was very clear that was no longer an issue. After a beat of silence Chloe spoke softly.

“I didn't know it would be this way. I didn't understand, even seeing you go through it I just couldn't understand…"

“Chloe…”

“I resented you for choosing him even though it was my own fault you couldn't choose me. And even after he was gone, when the world had changed, you chose the memory of a ghost over me.”

Aubrey didn't know what to say to any of that but Chloe didn't seem to need her to say anything. The ragged edge of grief flowed through their new connection and Beca whimpered softly.

“I couldn't possibly have understood how it would feel to lose all…this. I see that now. And I am so deeply sorry Aubrey. All this time I thought you were…I didn't understand and I am sorry. I'm so very sorry I left you alone.”

Aubrey raised her hand to trace a pale finger along the perfectly curved line of Chloe's brow. How did they begin to bridge the chasm of hurt between them? Even now with this newness, this one perfect thing they shared, she knew they would need to overcome much to trust again. 

“Were I to count each time you were at my side as a drop of water we would be drowned in a sea of your love and loyalty. You shouldered my burdens as your own, fought my wars, celebrated my victories and stared down the madness of my demon. You stayed when I gave you no reason or hope. You never left me.”

“But…”

Aubrey cupped Chloe’s cheek and brushed a thumb gently over her jaw. Even in the chaos of Harun's death, even in the depth of her pain and insanity and destroying all in her path, Chloe had been there. 

“Should I live another thousand years I would spend it on bent knee to be at your side. I will never forsake you Chloe.” 

Beca sniffled between them and they both looked down to find her watching them with tear filled eyes.

“Damn, vampire wedding vows are for serious.”

Chloe’s light laugh brought a smile to her lips and she snuggled back down content in the knowledge that there was nothing they could not overcome together. Aubrey nuzzled Beca's shoulder, comforted by the strong steady heartbeat and warm body in her arms.

“Technically there aren't vows exactly. We mostly just drain a virgin together and then the wedding party rampages through a village until sunrise.”

“Tsk, Aubrey, don't scare her. We don't do that anymore. Honest. We don't.”

“I dunno Bree, me thinks our lady protest too damn much.”

“Chloe always did love a good party.”

“I can't believe I'm joking about eating people on someone's wedding day with vampires.”

“As if you didn't just spend an inordinate amount of time between Chloe's legs doing just that.”

Beca nearly purred with satisfaction. “Yeah I did.”

Aubrey chuckled into Beca's back as the pain in their connection was washed away by a love that was deepening with every gentle caress and soft kiss and teasing joke. They couldn't go back and unbreak themselves, no more than they could go back and rescue Beca’s family and give her a life worth living, but they could move forward and forge something much stronger. 

Beca kissed along Chloe’s collarbone and lust swelled through their bond. She would never tire of that feeling. It was different from what she had shared with Harun. It had been no less consuming with him than it was now but somehow with Chloe and Beca the bond resonated with more intensity than she had ever felt. 

Aubrey grazed her hand over the swell of Beca’s hip intent on rekindling their passions when a knock sounded far too loudly to be anything but trouble. Chloe growled deeply in frustration.

“I'm so going to let Aubrey murder whoever is at our door.”

Something about what Chloe said made Beca inhale sharply but she didn't comment. Aubrey opened her mouth to question it but another knock, much more demanding than the last cut her off. Yes she definitely would murder whoever was at the door. The blonde rose with a growl and stomped to the other room.

“Wait!”

Aubrey froze in place for a moment. She knew Beca hadn't meant to push her power through the command intentionally, it had just been the lingering effects of exploring their bond so intimately. But nevertheless she stood, immobile for a moment longer than she was comfortable with before she was able to break the control.

“Oh shit I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that! I just…robe?”

Chloe laughed and snagged a robe from the back of the chair by the bed and flung it to Aubrey. She looked at in confusion then glanced back at the two women in bed.

“Robe?”

“You're naked my love. While I have no complaints about what's all on display, I don't think Beca is ready for you to display it for everyone else to see.”

Oh. She blinked once, still processing what that meant. Was Beca uncomfortable with nudity? Perhaps not, with the way she was being openly leered at by the brunette. Mortals had such strange conventions about modesty. Aubrey slid the covering over her shoulders and belted it as another knock sounded. 

“Better?”

Beca flushed a deep red and nodded. “Yeah but now I kinda want you to hurry so I can peel that robe right off you.”

“Cheeky.” Aubrey smiled and tightened her belt with a small approving sound. “I like it.”

She was just able to make out Chloe’s laugh as she closed the door between the bedroom and living space. Aubrey squared her shoulders and strode to the entrance and flung it open to glare at whoever dared knock. She had barely pulled the door open when Einar's barrel chest pushed through.

“Einar…”

“Forgive me my Queen but my daughter is not answering her phone.”

“We were busy.”

“My Queen, we are about to be at war. What could you pos…”

Aubrey raised a brow and his fanged mouth snapped shut with a too loud click in the suddenly over quiet living room. The realization of what had been keeping them distracted and occupied filled his face with a slow dawning horror that was most amusing to behold. And she was just petty enough to dig the blade in further.

“Was there a reason for interrupting our lovemaking?”

The large vampire gave himself a slight shake to try and dispel the nightmare knowledge in his mind that his daughter was alone and naked in bed with a necromancer and a half demon.

“L-lovema... No…yes…what?”

A soft throat clearing behind them made them both turn to see Beca standing in the doorway to the bedroom fully dressed. She looked nearly as uncomfortable as Einar did at the situation and Aubrey couldn't help the grin that slid across her face.

“Not to ruin a sweet overshare moment that in no way shakes my confidence whatsoever, but maybe this is kinda important?”

The blonde vampire rumbled a soft growl but nodded a curt agreement and gestured to a chair while she sprawled out on the chaise. Einar let his eyes drift everywhere but to them as if he couldn't stand to see them without the nightmare scene starting again.

“So big guy, what's up?”

Beca settled herself on the edge of the chaise with Aubrey, her back pressed lightly against the vampire’s legs. Just that small touch eased the irritation she felt rising at Einar's presence. He blinked once more and regained his composure with a grateful nod to Beca.

“Apologies for the erm. Intrusion. It appears we have company arriving and I thought it best to be prepared in advance.”

The door clicked open and Chloe glided into the room, freshly dressed and mildly flustered herself. Neither father nor daughter managed to look the other in the eye.

“It can't be the Guard. Not this soon anyway.”

He grunted his agreement at that and made a vague sheepish gesture. His shoulders hunched and big hands rubbed at his face. Aubrey thought he was acting the role of a child but kept it to herself. Perhaps it was not just mortals that had conservative thoughts on modesty.

“No, not the Guard. Something…else. Whoever they are, they are gathering with speed. I expect them to arrive by morning.”

“Well that's not fucking ominous or anything.” Beca stood and paced the room as she pondered the possibilities. “So what are we talking about here? Minotaurs? Demons? Aliens? Gotta be honest. If it's aliens I think I have to tap out. Because I'm not entirely sure what probing is all about but I'm absolutely certain I won't enjoy it.”

Aubrey unfolded herself from the chaise and gestured regally to the door. She didn't have to speak the command for him to understand he was dismissed. She would rather they discuss this without others there to offer unwanted insight. He started to leave but Beca stopped him with a hand on his arm. To his credit he only flinched a little in surprise. 

“Wait. Uh please. Would it be possible to maybe meet up with the vampires here? I know I'm not the most popular person here but I am here. And um I'm not going anywhere so maybe I should apologize. For earlier.”

Einar looked at her curiously then glanced to Chloe. The redhead inclined her head and he blinked. 

“I will make it so, little Necromancer.” He gave her a small bow and backed away to leave. Einar stopped and looked over a broad shoulder at Beca, still unsure what to make of her but perhaps willing to give her a chance to be more than the boogeyman. “We will gather in the grand hall, whenever you are ready.”

They stood in silence alone for a moment after he had gone before the brunette rocked on her heels.

“I think he likes me.”

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Aaand here’s chapter 2 of Aubrey’s Business Trip!

In which Aubrey returns home from her work trip (nsfw);

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[avulle]

New Chapter! Featuring no sex, but f e e l i n g s. Also some steamy sexual tension! Also a smidgen of Vampire stuff.

A teeny, tiny smidgen.