#Bechloe Fanfiction
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Could you do something for “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”? Maybe as a follow-up or prequel or something to the prompt you did for “I’m not going to yell at you”? Thanks in advance! 🩵
First off, I'm so sorry this took so long! Usually when I go this long without posting any new fics it's because I'm working on something but I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've written anything in the last month.
I've had probably the worst writers' block I can ever remember having and I've just not felt any desire to write anything or work on any of my wips.
I don't even know if this is any good, but I'm hoping it'll pull me out of the slump.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Prompt taken from here
Trigger warning: physical domestic abuse
This is a prequel to this fic
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“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Chloe didn’t believe him.
She swallowed, the pain radiating from her mouth as she forced a steadying breath through her nose.
She knew her lip was bust. She could taste the blood in her mouth, could feel the sting when she swept her tongue across it.
“Chloe.”
Chicago knelt in front of her. His eyes were full of tears, one of his hands cradling the other as if he’d hurt it when it collided with her face. As if he was the one in pain right now.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” he trailed off. “Are you okay?”
Chloe wanted to laugh, but instead tears stung her eyes.
“Please don’t cry,” he said. “Please… Please just say something.”
“Can you get me some ice please?” Chloe asked, no longer recognising the sound of her own voice.
He seemed to deflate with relief, and Chloe felt her hatred for him grow.
“Of course,” he said. “Let me help you up.”
Chloe couldn’t help but flinch away from him as he extended his hand towards her, and she saw the briefest flash of anger cross his eyes.
She took his hand and he helped her up and onto her feet before he disappeared into the kitchen.
Now alone, she gingerly touched the split in her lip and winced. It hurt more than she’d expected it to.
He’d never hit her before, and even though he was full of apologies and remorse now, Chloe already knew he would do it again.
He came back with a bag of frozen peas. “We’re out of ice,” he said.
Chloe nodded and took it from him, holding it against her rapidly swelling lip.
“I’m-”
“I know,” Chloe said, cutting him off. “I know you are.” She couldn’t bear to hear him say it again. “Let’s just… Let’s forget it.”
“Sure,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”
The rest of the evening passed in a tense silence until Chloe finally crawled into bed.
She feigned sleep long enough to hear the sound of Chicago’s snores fill the room, and then she eased herself out of bed.
Shoved in the back of her closet was a bag she’d begun prepping months ago. When the rose-tinted glasses had come off, she started to really see those red flags that she’d so often dismissed.
The bag contained some clothes, toiletries, a small amount of cash, and her important documents.
She grabbed it out of the closet and, still in her pyjamas, climbed into her car and drove.
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Beca had been fast asleep when the sound of her apartment buzzer cut through her dreams.
She groaned and fumbled for her phone, one eye closed as the bright screen lit up the room.
It was close to 2 am, and her stomach lurched as the noise continued.
She stumbled out of bed and hurried to the front door, her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest as she did so.
No one ever knocks at your door at 2 am with good news…
“Hello?” Beca asked into the intercom.
“Beca?”
If Beca’s heart had been beating hard before, it was doing something else entirely now.
“Chloe?”
“Please can I come up?”
Beca hit the button to unlock the door without a second of hesitation, and she waited anxiously for Chloe to reach her apartment.
Even though she’d been expecting it, Beca still jumped at the sound of the tentative knock at the door and she hurried to open it.
“I’m sorry,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry for just turning up like this.” Chloe’s hands were shaking as she adjusted the weight of the bag on her shoulder, and her eyes shining with tears. “Please can I stay? Chicago, he’s…”
Chloe trailed off, but she didn’t need to tell Beca what Chicago had done, because Beca could see it for herself.
Beca felt like she couldn’t speak, so she just stepped aside so Chloe could enter her apartment. She shut the door behind them and slid the chain lock across for good measure.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” Chloe said. “I’m sorry.”
Beca shook her head and forced herself to find her voice. “Don’t be sorry,” she said. “Of course you can stay here.”
Chloe seemed to deflate with relief in front of her, and Beca hated that in Chloe’s mind, there might have been a chance she’d have turned her away.
“Stupid question, but are you okay?” Beca asked.
Chloe shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she said, tears filling her eyes faster than she could wipe them away.
Beca wasted no time in closing the gap between them and wrapping Chloe up in a hug. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” she said. “How can I help? What can I do?”
“Can I go lay down?” Chloe asked, the adrenaline that had been keeping her going was now quickly fading away. “I’m really tired.”
“Of course,” Beca said, reluctantly ending their hug. “Take my bed until I can get the spare room set up. I can sleep on the couch.”
Chloe took hold of her hand. “Please come with me,” she said. “I don’t want to be by myself.”
Beca nodded and squeezed Chloe’s hand. Her throat felt tight. “Go ahead,” she said, the strain evident in her voice. “I’ll be right in.”
With Chloe out of the room, Beca’s hands closed into fists, and she clenched her jaw shut in order to hold back the scream that threatened to erupt.
She’d never felt an anger quite like this before, and she needed it to go before she joined Chloe in the bedroom.
She closed her eyes and imagined herself pummeling every square inch of Chicago. Her jaw was clenched so tight she was amazed her teeth hadn’t shattered.
She counted to ten in her head, and then forced a slow breath out through her mouth.
Her anger was no good to Chloe right now. Chloe needed her to be strong and stable, but not angry.
She could be angry later, but not now. Not tonight.
She filled a glass with water and returned to the bedroom. Chloe was curled up on her side, her face lit up by her phone screen.
“Here,” Beca said, placing the water on the nightstand.
“Thanks,” Chloe said, locking her phone and placing it on her nightstand.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Beca asked, climbing into the bed beside her.
“Not really,” Chloe said. “Not yet.”
“Okay,” Beca said. “That’s okay, you don’t have to.”
“I, um, I don’t really know what to do Bec,” Chloe said, her voice beginning to waver again. She let out a small sob, that was quickly followed by another. “I’m sorry,” she said, quickly wiping her eyes.
“Don’t,” Beca said. “Don’t be sorry, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” She lifted her arm so Chloe could cuddle into her side, which she eagerly did.
“What’s going to happen when he figures out where I am?”
Beca felt that anger pulse in her again, but she pushed it away. “I don’t know,” Beca answered honestly. “But we’ll figure it out. I do know one thing though, and that’s that he won’t put his hands on you again.”
Chloe knew it wasn’t as simple as that but she allowed herself, for that moment, to feel safe. To feel protected. She decided to believe her.
“All you need to worry about now is getting some rest,” Beca said. “We can deal with everything else tomorrow.”
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Part 2
Despite being even more nervous than Beca, Chloe's got her eyes on the prize
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Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Rating: T
Category: F/F
Relationship: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale (Bechloe)
Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Pitch Perfect 3, Domestic Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell
Summary:
Beca hates everything about her life in New York City. She hates her job, the apartment she lives in is falling apart, and she hates the city in general.
The one thing she didn't hate about New York... was Chloe. The one good thing that she's got.
New fic alert!! I haven't written for the Pitch Perfect fandom since 2021, which is wild.
Shout out to the regional train system for giving me time to write this fic.
#pitch perfect#bechloe#chloe beale#beca mitchell#pitch perfect fanfiction#bechloe fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic
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The Adviser (27/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU
Synopsis:
Beca Bella, the consigliere and adoptive daughter of the former boss of a powerful Italian mafia, seeks to deliver her own personal brand of justice against a powerful and corrupt business conglomerate and their devilish counsel, while working on reclaiming her hidden wealth confined within the old Barden Tower. Thankfully, she has the help of her right-hand woman and bodyguard, and an old friend with secrets of his own. But things are easier said than done. Especially when she has to win over the trust of the tower’s quirky and colorful tenants, confront the ghosts of a past she left behind, as well as deal with her unexpected but ever-growing feelings for a fierce and determined lawyer she meets along the way.
Can Beca accomplish her goals, find her treasure, and keep the woman she loves in her life?
Or will something have to give for Beca to topple her enemies, climb the ranks of her world, and become the new boss of the Bella family?
Chapter 27: Paper Company Shake Up
All hands on deck as Beca, Chloe, and the rest of the Barden Tower residents work on getting the dirt that would bury Chicago for good.
Chapter preview below - Read the rest at ao3
"What?" Chloe asked rather innocently. Beca's response was to simply look her up and down before giving Chloe a sympathetic look. "You're dressed casually," Chloe pointed out. Beca was wearing a chic grey sweater, the materials it was made from and the tag on in probably cost more than Chloe's whole ensemble. In her arms, neatly folded, hung a cream-colored blazer that paired well with her cream-colored pants. Chloe wasn't sure what they were made off but they both looked sleek, stylish, and comfortable. The shoes Chloe already knew were expensive. It was a brand she didn't know off, but the insignia had caught her attention – Loro Piana – and it was enough to prompt Chloe to look it up before. Beca kept the make-up and accessories simple, with her hair styled back. This was casual for Beca. Not undercover, regular street clothes casual. But her own personal level of casual, one that screamed affluence over anything else.
Chloe on the other hand was wearing her favorite black suite and skirt ensemble that she wore to court a few times now. "I look good in this," Chloe insisted.
"I know, but… Look, Chloe. We're replacing a man and a woman, one of whom had the audacity to book the entire gallery for a private affair for two, I think it's safe to assume it's a date. And if one of them is rich enough to make private art gallery dates a thing…" Beca started to explain.
"This really won't pass?" Chloe asked.
Beca looked at her wristwatch. "We still have time, and I know just the place, come on."
"Just the place for what?" Chloe had asked. But Beca didn't answer.
Instead, they found themselves in Beca's car, with Beca driving silently to some chic, invitation only type of boutique Chloe didn't even know existed. Beca had a light smile on her lips, looking a little proud of herself. When they got there, she had explained that she called ahead of time – so she already planned this from the start, Chloe thought to herself – before Chloe found herself whisked off into a dressing room to try out a few pre-selected outfits for her.
Chloe tried very hard not to chuckle, every time she had to march out and gauge Beca's reaction, "modelling" the outfits she had picked out for her.
Beca was fairly easy to read in that instance. Chloe knew she wasn't convinced every time she pressed her lips together and quirked an eyebrow, and so Chloe would march back and try the next one. Meanwhile Beca was busy looking at whatever was in the black velvety boxes brought out to her by the shop's attendants.
When Chloe stepped out with the third to the last of her pre-selected outfits on – a she knew she had found a lovely black dress with a black blazer that hugged around her figure just right – she knew she found the winner. Beca looked speechless for a minute before she motioned for one of the sales attendants to come back with a big black velvet box. Beca gingerly picked up the necklace inside. The chains were made of gold and attached to the intricate design of the pendant. Beca walked up behind Chloe and placed the necklace around her neck, careful not to touch Chloe directly. Chloe could pick up the scent of Beca's perfume, a delicate mix of floral scents. There was a softness to it that Chloe paired with the elegant yet soft casual style that Beca had for the night. Chloe couldn't help herself blush a little. It almost felt like this fake date was real.
A part of her wished it was.
Beca hummed her approval as soon as she clasped it close, proud of her own choices. The sales attendant walked up to Beca, the box still open. That's how Chloe saw the pair of earrings that matched the pendant of the necklace. Chloe's fingers briefly brushed against Beca's own as she reached for one of the earrings inside the box, sending electricity from where they momentarily touched racing through her veins, down her pulse, throughout her own being.
"Are you sure about this?" Chloe asked with a gulp, trying to squash the butterflies that were starting to wake in stir inside of her. "You're spending quite a lot for one 'date.' This might be too much."
Beca shook her head. "Not at all," she replied before looking away. She watched as Chloe put the earrings on herself. "They were made you," Beca then said rather awkwardly, turning around and walking on away before urging Chloe to follow her out.
This was bad, they have a mission to complete, but Chloe couldn't help but notice how they were both acting like teenagers
Still, a part of Chloe's mind was indulging in maybes and fantasies. Of how things would have been if she had met Beca in a different circumstance.
Beca briefly smiled and let Chloe put the earrings on by herself. Chloe kept looking back at her through the mirror but Beca's expression had become unreadable in that moment. She couldn't help but wonder if her – well, their – beloved consigliere shared the same thoughts as her.
#pitch perfect#bechloe fanfic#chloe beale#beca mitchell#bechloe fanfiction#bechloe mafia au#bechloe#bechloe vincenzo au#fake dating#fake date
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Posted this on Twitter a couple days ago but my little Bechloe Christmas fic, Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon, is up on AO3! Enjoy and Merry Pitchmas! <3
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here’s an edit bc my bechloe hyperfixation has re-emerged from the tomb it was buried in bc of the sendrick kiss… if ur on bechloe tik tok come say hi! :)
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I have finally finished my spooky season Bechloe fic! Please let me know what you guys think, I'm really nervous about how it turned out.
Gifs are from https://www.tumblr.com/beca-mitchell and https://www.tumblr.com/the-watcher-in-the-sky - if that is not okay, please let me know and I will take them off
It's spooky season for the girls! Beca Mitchell's roommates are shocked to learn that the usually tough Barden Bella is secretly terrified of haunted houses. While Chloe tries to show her girlfriend how these houses can actually be a lot of fun, Fat Amy is on her own quest to find the clown love of her life.
#beca mitchell#beca x chloe#bechloe#bechloe drabble#bechloe fanfiction#bechloe one shot#one shot#pitch perfect#pitch perfect fanfiction#fanfic#humor#funny#lol#fanfiction#pitch perfect fandom#drabble#drabbles#tw clowns#tw halloween#chloe beale#fat amy#halloween#horror#spooky#cute#sweet#funny fanfic#short fanfic
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It’s been a while, but I finally wrote something. I wanted to finish off the grandma Maggie triolet and - since I’m in full wedding planning mode- this is what fell out of my brain.
#bechloe#bechloe fanfic#Bechloe fanfiction#beca mitchell#chloe beale#my writing#the Pocketdragon#thepocketdragon
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fic: fight, fight
Title: fight, fight
Author: charmills (astraeus)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Word Count: 2,746
Summary:
Chloe fails Russian Lit again. Beca and Chloe fight, but they quickly find an outlet for their frustration.
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or, an homage to power bottom!Beca and top!Chloe.
LINK ON AO3
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i definitely, already posted the first chapter of my bechloe single parents au days ago but i’m linking it for anybody who hasn’t read it and is interested
i don’t wanna look at anything else (now i see daylight)
#my.fics#my.writing#bechloe#bechloe fic#bechloe fanfic#bechloe fanfiction#beca mitchell#chloe beale#beca mitchell x chloe beale#beca x chloe#<3
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If it hasn’t been asked yet, I’d love to see what you come up with for the “I’m not gonna yell at you” prompt!
Thanks so much for sending this, I hope you like it!
“I’m not going to yell at you.”
Prompt taken from here
Read on AO3
TW: abuse is alluded to
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The sound of smashing glass and a startled yelp caused Beca to look up from her phone and frown.
She shoved it into her pocket and entered the kitchen, where she saw Chloe picking shards of glass up from the floor.
“What happened?” Beca asked, causing Chloe to jump which then caused the shard of glass to slip in her hand and slice into her thumb.
“Shit,” Chloe muttered as blood began to well up in the cut the glass had left.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry,” Beca said.
Chloe shook her head and turned on the faucet before sticking her thumb underneath the running water. “It’s my fault,” Chloe said. “I was being careless, I’m sorry.”
“Are you… apologising for cutting yourself?” Beca asked, her brows pulled together in confusion.
“No,” Chloe said. “I’m apologising for breaking one of your glasses.”
“Oh,” Beca said. “It’s fine, it was an accident. I’m more worried about you, are you okay?”
“I should have been more careful,” Chloe said as if Beca hadn’t said anything. “You were kind enough to let me stay with you and here I am smashing up your stuff and-”
“Chloe,” Beca said, placing her hand on Chloe’s arm. “It was one glass. All my shit is Ikea, it isn’t expensive. And even if it was, it’s not like you did it on purpose.”
“I just don’t want you to be mad or yell or something,” Chloe said, turning off the faucet and gingerly inspecting her cut thumb.
“I’m not mad, and I’m not going to yell at you,” Beca said, handing her a paper towel. “I’d never yell at you.”
Chloe pressed the paper towel against her thumb. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but it still stung. “I know that,” she said. “Logically, I know that.” She sighed. “He’s still rattling around in my head.”
Beca pulled her teeth across her bottom lip and exhaled through her nose.
She didn’t need to ask who Chloe was talking about.
“Of course he is,” Beca said softly. “After everything that happened, how could he not be?”
“What he did… I know you’d never do that to me,” Chloe said. “I know that. It’s just… Sometimes I forget that it’s all over.”
“I wish I could fix it for you,” Beca said. “Undo all the damage he did.”
“I know,” Chloe said, giving Beca a smile so small it was hardly there at all. “You can’t fix it, but you are helping.”
“Yeah?”
Chloe nodded, and her smile grew just a fraction.
Beca smiled back at her. “Good,” she said. She grabbed the dustpan and brush from the cupboard under the sink and shooed Chloe backwards and away from the shards of broken glass. “You wanna go pick a movie to watch with dinner? The pizza should be here soon,” she asked, sweeping the shards of glass into the dustpan.
“You hate movies,” Chloe said.
“Yeah, but you don’t,” Beca replied. She tipped the glass into the trash and dusted her hands against her jeans. “I’m willing to do a lot of things for you, Chloe Beale, and watching movies is definitely one of them.”
Chloe grinned, kissed Beca on the cheek, and headed into the living room.
Once Chloe was out of sight, Beca gently touched the spot on her cheek which felt like it was burning. She sighed, closed her eyes, and then shook herself out of it.
She grabbed the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet and vacuumed the spot where the glass had smashed. She tried to hold onto that brief glimpse she’d gotten of the old Chloe - the Chloe who wasn’t so nervous, and jumpy, and unnecessarily apologetic.
She tried to ignore the memory of the Chloe who’d arrived at her apartment last month. Shaking and crying and apologising for turning up in the middle of the night. She couldn’t ignore it though. The memory came back to her during every quiet moment. She was sure she’d never forget it as long as she lived.
“Please can I stay? Chicago, he’s…”
“Bec?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve vacuumed that same spot like ten times, I think the glass is gone,” Chloe said, leaning against the doorway to the living room.
“Right,” Beca said, shaking her head slightly and forcing out a chuckle. “Did you pick something?”
“I seem to remember you telling me you’d never seen Sister Act, and I think that we need to fix that,” Chloe said, tapping the remote control against the heel of her hand. She opened her mouth to say more, but the apartment buzzer went off and she jumped, sending the remote control clattering to the floor.
“I’m sure it’s just the pizza guy,” Beca said. She pressed the button on the intercom and asked who was there.
“Alfredo’s,” a bored voice replied. “Got an order for Beca Mitchell.”
“I stand corrected,” Beca said. “It’s the pizza gal. I’m gonna grab it, the elevator’s still out and I don’t have a tip big enough for them to climb four flights of stairs. Will you be okay?”
Chloe, who had been staring into space, focused her eyes on Beca, and she gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
When Beca left the apartment, Chloe forced herself to take a steadying breath.
She was getting tired of this. The jumpiness, the anxiety, it was all so exhausting.
She just wanted to feel like herself again.
She wanted to go back in time so that the last two years hadn’t happened.
She wished she’d made a different decision that final night of the USO tour.
Chloe was still staring into space when Beca returned.
“They need to fix that elevator,” Beca said, shutting the door behind her with a huff. “I almost had to stop halfway and set up base camp.”
Chloe laughed, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Plate or just out of the box?” Beca asked.
“Box is fine,” Chloe replied.
Beca nodded and carried the box through to the living room. “Come on,” she said. “I hear we have some singing nuns to watch.”
Beca was almost asleep when the credits rolled, and Chloe lifted her head from Beca’s shoulder to hit stop.
“I gotta admit, that was pretty good,” Beca said, yawning and stretching.
“Told you,” Chloe replied.
“I’m gonna call it,” Beca said, checking her watch. “I have to be at work crazy early tomorrow for some big meeting.”
As Beca was about to stand, Chloe put her hand on her arm to stop her.
“Chlo’?”
“I just… I can’t thank you enough, Beca. For everything you’ve done… Everything you’re doing… I’ll never be able to repay you for it.”
“You don’t have to repay me,” Beca said. “And you don’t have to thank me. I just wish I’d known sooner. I wish I’d seen it before…” Beca trailed off, that image of Chloe crying at her door floating back into her mind. “I’m sorry that I didn’t see it.”
“You’ve got nothing to apologise for,” Chloe said. “You literally saved my life.”
Beca let out a quick breath through her nose and ran a hand through her hair, shaking it out as she tried not to let her eyes fill with tears. “I’m so glad you’re here, Chloe. I don’t ever want you to think otherwise.”
“I’m glad I’m here too,” Chloe said, allowing Beca to pull her into a hug. They stayed like that for a while until Chloe spoke again. “I’ve been having nightmares,” she said. “I think that’s why I’ve been so clumsy, I haven’t been sleeping well. Do you think… Could I stay with you tonight?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Beca said.
Chloe let out a breath of relief and hugged Beca even tighter.
“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Luckily you’ll never need to find out.”
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I DID IT!
Here is my ALMOST 20K WORD surprise for my awesome nerds!
20k words of pure smut hehehe because I know my dirty little birds enjoy it
I was going to make a moodboard but I'm busy with work (I feel so fucking happy to say that) so no moodboard (unless anyone wants to take a shot, you're welcome to do so!)
#pitch perfect#pitch perfect fanfiction#chloe beale#beca mitchell#bechloe#pitch perfect fic#bechloe fanfic#bechloe fanfiction#beca x chloe#bechloe fic#bechloe smut
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The Adviser (30/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU
Chapter Preview - Read the rest at ao3
“What are you thinking about?" Beca finally asked, taking a sip of her wine. Chloe managed to convince her to stay the night over her place for a change, just in case Babel had last minute murderous surprises that night. The two of them were back to their usual late-night drink and conversations.
Something Chloe had grown to love. Something born out of Babel's insane plans, and their need to take them down.
Something Chloe had a bittersweet feeling about, afraid of the day it would end.
Chloe sighed. Too many things were being left unsaid and simply felt, and once more she finds her head swirling, spinning, filled with too many thoughts.
"Is it because you found me in a chapel?" Beca then asked, breaking the silence. "Do I not strike you as the religious type?"
Chloe chuckled and shook her head before asking, "Well, are you?"
Beca returned the gesture and shook her head as she chuckled.
"See, and you ask why I would be surprised. Who would ever expect a self-proclaimed devil be in a holy place? I didn't know devils believed in God."
"Ah, but the devil was once God's favorite angel, you know?" Beca then replied. "I don't know why I ended up there, I was just running absent-mindedly. The last time I was there was when I was a kid."
"Really?"
Beca nodded. "My dad took me there to pray, I suppose, ask for a miracle. But then a week later he dropped me off at the orphanage…"
"Do you still – " Chloe had started to ask, but Beca shook her head and stopped her from finishing her question.
"I'm not mad, not anymore. And I don't hate him," she answered truthfully, guessing what was in her mind. "I just, I feel like I'm running out of time to feel that way, you know? You're right, I don't want to live with regrets, and I want to fix this thing between us. I promised him, after all, that when we clear his name, when we win, when he gets better, I'll be there, as his daughter. I'll be there," Beca replied with a genuine smile on her face and silent tears running down her cheeks.
Chloe leaned over to wipe away her tears. "Does that mean you'll tell him the truth soon?"
"Who knows when, but I know I will," Beca replied. There was a lightness in her tone, as if a heavy weight had lifted. "Thank you."
"For what?" Chloe asked, surprised by her words, but Beca didn't explain.
Instead, she pulled Chloe closer and wrapped her arms around her, burying her face in the crook of Chloe's neck. "Just, thank you."
And what else could Chloe do but wrap her arms around Beca too, and enjoy the stillness of the moment.
Some good was still born of the madness that surrounded them.
#bechloe fanfic#pitch perfect#beca mitchell#chloe beale#bechloe fanfiction#bechloe#beca x chloe#beca and chloe#bechloe vincenzo au#bechloe mafia au
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Remibd Me I'm Alive updates
Chapter 24 The New Member
Chapter 25 The Center of Somewhere
Chapter 26 1 night
Chapter 27 1 night stands
Chapter 28 Please Don't
Chapter 29 Forgetting
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secrets of the castle (bechloe, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers) chapter 14!!!
Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don't exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they're sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together...
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#beca mitchell#bechloe#lgbtkendricks#aubrey posen#adorkabealekendrick#pitch perfect#pitch perfect fanfiction#pitch perfect fic#hogwarts bechloe#secrets of the castle#hogwarts au#bechloe fic#bechloe fanfiction#mine#enemies to lovers#so much has happened since i last posted a chapter on here#woah#i loathe the terf btw#chloe beale
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