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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 months

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That moment when your bestie gives you Thongvor Silver-Blood/Last Dragonborn as a crackship and you roll with it to surprising results

So @elder-dragon-reposes gave me this prompt. She wanted to see what I could do with Leara Rose-blade and one of the Silver-Blood brothers. I chose Thongvor. So, to start Leara off with Thongvor, I read his UESP page. And I learned some things. You can get Thongvor to talk about Talos, and if you're an elf, like Leara, he says:

"He founded the Empire, and now they've turned their back on him. To appease your kind, Elf. Do your people rule Skyrim, or do the Nords?"

Leara would cooly reply,

"You may find that some of my kind stand with Skyrim. I'm here on behalf of Ulfric Stormcloak."

(Floor him, Lea, c'mon)

He may also say:

"Your kind started the Great War. Nearly destroyed the Imperial City. Then the Emperor took the coward's way out and surrendered. Now you people dictate everything we do. Don't want us acknowledging a "mere human" like Talos as the god he is."

At which point Leara, Thalmor agent though she was at the time, would say,

"Your gross generalization of all elves under one banner is fascinating. Tell me, do all Nords see eye-to-eye with you? Because I thought you and Jarl Igmund had a few fundamental differences of your own."

Leara just dismantles him. Deconstructs his worldview until she dominates his perception. That's my girl.

This conversation happens:

Thongvor: "Reburrus, I need you to draft a letter to Ulfric requesting more men." Yngvar: "Ha! About time we got some more muscle in this city." Reburrus: "Thongvor, do you really think that's wise? I mean, King Ulfric is such a busy man, and there are so many areas of Skyrim to protect." Thongvor: "Whose side are you on, Reburrus? I'm not worried about Skyrim, I'm worried about the Reach. Specifically, the part of the Reach we're standing on." Reburrus: "Yes, Thongvor. I'll draft the letter immediately."

And after Reburrus sends the letter, Ulfric's natural inclination is to send his trusty Rose-blade.

"I know you're inclined toward the negotiator's table, but with the situation in the Reach, I need someone I can trust on top of things."

And Leara smiles at Ulfric.

"Of course."

And she's off to Markarth.

Does Ulfric know that his old friend Thongvor is about to simp for the woman Ulfric loves? No. If he did, he'd have sent Galmar or literally anyone else.

So then I asked my friend: What do you want to bet that this is the conversation Leara walks in on when arriving at Understone Keep?

Thongvor: "I want soldiers sent to deal with these dragons. Every able-bodied man and woman who can carry a bow." Reburrus: "We can't do that. Every soldier we send to hunt dragons is one more man that can't defend the Reach." Thongvor: "Killing dragons isn't defending the Reach?" Reburrus: "Our men know how to kill Forsworn and Legionnaires, not dragons."

And she clears her throat, light and delicate, and says,

"I can handle the dragons for you."

And Thongvor is going to put his foot in his mouth [see above where Leara dismantles him and informs him Ulfric sent her], and Thongvor just has to trust this half-elf, apparently from "King Ulfric" (she probably has a letter with a seal or something) to go handle the immediate dragon problem. And she does, and it's amazing.

Right now Thongvor is catching feelings for Ulfric's liaison and he has no idea what to do. She's not what he's perpetrated elves to be. And it's got him on the wrong foot.

Thongovr does need help in Markarth and Leara is surprisingly effective. She's diplomatic and soft-spoken and has an uncanny ability to introduce logic into situations and to soothe hot tempers. Thongvor can see why Ulfric sent her of all people. And after a while, he doesn't particularly want to send her back. Thongvor isn't an idiot: He knows there are many people in Markarth who still sympathize with or are on the side of the Empire or the Forsworn. He can't name names, but he knows they're there and they are a threat to his family's hold on the city. But Leara Stormcrown is keeping everything together. The dragons aren't so much of a threat now and there hasn't been a Forsworn attack or riot in several weeks. Thongvor is living high on Leara's success.

And then Ulfric writes, requesting Leara return to Windhelm at Thongvor's earliest convenience, because he needs his negotiator. back. Unfortunately for Ulfric, Thongvor doesn't find this convenient at all. He almost anticipates the city falling into anarchy as soon as Leara leaves and he can't have that. Markarth needs her. He needs her–

So Thongvor starts inventing excuses to keep her in the city. Leara knows Ulfric needs her to help him handle the Imperial deligations from Solitude, but Thongvor hasn't signed off on her mission to Markarth. She's getting antsy to leave, but she can't abandon her orders.

And this leads into the Forsworn Conspiracy/No One Escapes Cidhna Mine. There are problems from the Forsworn. When Leara starts looking into it, Thongvor doesn't want her to, but she does anyway and Thonar, what do you mean you arrested her?

And then Leara is in Cidhna Mine and Thongvor, Mr Foot-In-His-Mouth, is stalling on getting her out and his concern that Ulfric is going to find out.

(Firm belief that Thonar doesn't like Leara at all, by the way. Thinks his brother is a fool.)

And then . . . the Forsworn break out of the mines, and Leara is standing in his quarters. It's 3am. She's in rags. She's never looked more mesmerizing. Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

"I stopped them from killing your brother – barely. I did that for you, by the way. You're welcome, Jarl Thongvor. You're welcome, because Madanach is free, and he's gone to spread the truth to the Reachfolk."

Oh. She's . . . cross.

Her finger, directed at his throat, is a jagged spear of ice as it presses into his skin. There's a blizzard in her eyes and frost on her skin. That's what they meant when they called her Dragon of the North.

"Since coming to Markarth, I have followed your every direction. I have aided the people and dealt with your problems for you. But no longer. When your idea of aiding the people is the eradication and abuse of half the populace, then you are no longer worth my attention. People say Ulfric oppresses the Dunmer, but at least they have roofs over their heads, food in their stomachs, fires for warmth, and city walls for protection – the Reachfolk have nothing. You would take everything from a people whose only crime is living in the land you desire for your own! When I return to Windhelm–"

And then Thongvor snaps. He grabs Leara by the shoulders.

"I did it for you! I tried to protect you from the Forsworn! I would drive them into the depths of Oblivion so you never suffer at their hands again, like you have tonight!"

Leara's stare is a long winter.

"You did it for yourself."

And then her skin – he can almost feel the softness of her thin shoulders through the prison rags – is so cold it burns.

"The only one who hurt me tonight is you. I thought you were better than that. Really, I did."

And then Leara walks away. More painful than watching her go is knowing that she would never look on him again. That all her regard, so carefully attained in recent months, is shattered and gone. And Thongvor cries.

LATER IN WINDHELM:

Ulfric is just lounging on his throne, waiting for Thongvor to send Leara back, when the doors just blow up and she's there and she's brought the winter wind in her wake, but she's got a stiff lip and an iron spine. Ulfric is on his feet in moments because this isn't laughing Leara, this is Leara struggling, and he meets her across the room in moments.

She almost flinches back when he reaches for her.

His hand falls.

"Leara . . ."

Her eyes are distant, off to the side, and then she looks at him, and maybe there's a thaw but it comes with a swell of rain and barely restrained tears.

"I failed in the Reach, Jarl Ulfric."

Ulfric doubts that. Leara doesn't fail. But he hesitates to ask what she means because there's something haunted in her eyes. He reaches for her hand and when she takes it, slowly, he says,

"Tell me."

And she does, and Ulfric hears thunder.

Clear across the province, Thongvor shivers.

And that's it. That's the post. Thank you for coming to my TES talk

#ulfric is ride or die for leara and I will accept no slander thank you #she will pull skyrim back together like an epic winter queen diplomat #i also want to read the long fic for this pitch but I don't want to write it alas #friendly reminder that leara was an undercover blades operative in the aldmeri dominion during the great war #just for context #oc: leara roseblade #thongvor silver blood #ulfric stormcloak #last dragonborn #mod post #skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes #markarth #the forsworn conspiracy #rosecloak #thank you for coming to my tes talk

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luzho · 2 years

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Your silhouette's all around, it lives inside my head Am I awake or is this a dream?

the visit josuke never made to the rainbow village and why okuyasu can’t stop thinking about it... i’m finally up to date with ‘in another life’ by @rainbowvillage-diningbar and wow; this is such an exciting journey that poses a whole universe of questions and possibilities, and i love how we get to follow okuyasu in it!

(based on the poses of this photo of lil nas x and this other one, and the vibes of this illustration because i wanted a light background for higher contrast)

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Higashikata Josuke and Nijimura Okuyasu looking at each other, in the latter’s dining bar filled with paper lanterns, drawn in warm colors against a light background. Josuke (wearing heart earrings, a single peace pin, plain pants, a high-collar long-sleeved shirt, and a looser mullet and pompadour) stands closer to viewer and looks back at Okuyasu, with small grin and a dollar sign keychain in his hand. Okuyasu (wearing his brother’s earrings, dark uniform, an apron with gold details, and a visible matching diamond keychain) stands and grins proudly in the middle of his dining bar, but tears up at the sight of Josuke visiting him. All colors, smudge in a shower of light that makes the lanterns look like shooting stars. End ID]

#my art #josuyasu #i feel really happy with how this turned out #and how i got to experiment in modeling the space and using new brushes and trying out that higher contrast composition!!! aaa!#also: i actually think the rainbow village should have pitch black ceilings for the lights to actually look like the sky but hey #this required a lighter background; maybe next time.... NO next time will be terunosuke's house ;)#AAAA GO READ THE FIC IT'S REALLY GOOD!!!!#anyways back to the tags #rainbow village #jojo #jjba #jojo fanart #jjba fanart #okuyasu #nijimura okuyasu #josuke #higashikata josuke #fic rec #this is also simultaneously made in heaven and a way to show this is just okuyasu's fantasy..... of his bro reaching out

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jopzer · 9 months

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lil saucy wip for you guys :)

#jamie tartt #royjamie #ted lasso #my art #is this TOO saucy for tumblr?? guess we'll find out together #idk if i'll finish this one #its putting me through the ringer #will let you guys know if i do tho lol #i just think jamie would be sick in the head wearing one of roy's old jerseys #its Different than the fan jerseys roy Wore this one on the pitch in his Prime #and jamie is Weird.#on the inverse i think roy has seen people wearing his name since he was a teenager but like.#he is also weird. this is jamie who was asking will to make TARTT bigger across his back #fucken absolutely clamoring for the chance to wear roy's #man #they are weird!#like them!#one day i'll finish my fic!!

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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AU in which Jin Guangshan actually takes Meng Shi in as a concubine and Jin Guangyao grows up as Jin Ziyao, Second Young Master of Koi Tower. How does this affect things?

Presumably, Jin Guangshan - forced to accept the son who , with his mother alongside him, so boldly came to lay claim to his paternity - thought that he'd found a way to sideline the now-dubbed Jin Ziyao when he'd given him the job of librarian.

It was obviously a scam, since for all its riches the Lanling Jin had never really cared much for books or learning or knowledge. Their "library" was little more than a warehouse where they pitched all the books they'd received as gifts or bought along with other things. What harm could someone, anyone, do from there?

The answer seemed obvious.

The answer turned out not to be the obvious.

Jin Guangshan might not care for the secrets locked away in books, but his peers very much did. While the official sect heir tried (and failed) to make friends with other heirs his age, Jin Ziyao was already striking up correspondences with the likes of Wen Ruohan and Lan Qiren, coaxing them in with tantalizing suggestions of rare texts they'd never seen before. He sold some books for seed money (he'd never been told he couldn't) and used it to hire a ship, sending it to foreign ports to get - more books.

Unusual music cultivation that sent the sects so inclined (not least of all the Lan) into lengthy debates; battle tactics both familiar and foreign, with some so ridiculous thar it got Wen Ruohan and Nie Mingjue, sworn enemies, to laugh together over them. Books of painted beauties for aesthetics like Nie Huaisang, who promptly connected Jin Ziyao with the wide world of local publishing...

In the blink of an eye, Jin Guangshan found that his forgotten second son was as in demand as his heir. At that point, he realized it was time to start worrying, thinking that it was time to start taking measures to confine Jin Ziyao before he was able to grow his power any further. Distracted by such thoughts, he waved his hand to encourage the new musican he'd had recommended to him from some source or another to start playing, and never realized that his fears and scheming thoughts were already too late...

#mdzs #jin guangyao #jin guangshan #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons #someone (to remain nameless) also pitched 'librarian' at me while I was writing this

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fosermi · 2 years

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If you know me, you'll know I have a tendency to write fanfiction. Well I wrote one for ROTG/GOC and if you also know me you'll know I like to draw some scenes sometimes.

So, here are 3 scenes for my fic :D

here's the link for anyone who wants to read it:

Fair warning though, it does contain spoilers for book 1 of the Guardians of childhood series as it closely follows the plot of the books. At least somewhat.

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kittylover776 · 1 month

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Was trying to come up with ideas for the fic I’m writing featuring the Mini’s, and thought about how on earth the rest of the Miniatures manage to get around the museum like Jed and Octavius can. 🤔

Like, I get the two have their car and what-not, but what about the rest of them? They could take their own horses and chariots, but that would require having multiples of those, and I doubt their exhibits have enough for each of them.

Another idea I had is that they simply walk, but don’t initially get out of ‘The Hall Of Miniatures’ often due to the fact it is a big museum where anything could happen to them, and that Larry doesn’t like the idea of all of them being out at once (McPhee can notice even one Mini out of place, much to Larry’s dismay, which has gotten him in trouble on multiple occasions. Especially during his first night from when everyone was still fighting.).

So…this leaves me to an idea that I’m not certain anyone else has already came up with at this point, but I’ll just spill it out anyways.

The Westerns manage to build a train route going through the inner walls of the museum, thus allowing anyone aside from Jed and Octavius to roam about the museum as they please, so long as they return to their rightful place by sunrise. Not entirely sure yet on how they do this, I’m working on the details and hoping it will come out good when finished. When it comes to explaining things, I’m not exactly the best at it (it always seems to make more sense in my head compared to on paper. Or in this case, Google Docs. 😅)

Hope you all like it! I’m planning to make a little preview for the story I’m making and post it on here. I’ll post the entirety of the story on ‘Ao3’, but maybe I’ll post it here as well. We’ll just have to see.

#I don’t write about the Miniatures as often as I should so I apologize if anything seems off. 😅#Normally I write about Larry and Amelia more because I was practically OBSESSED with them during my NATM craze. XD #I still love them now I just since then moved on to a different fandom but still come around here for nostalgia and what-not.#Hence why it’s been a while for me since I wrote a NATM fic (I’ve been focusing more on ‘The Princess Switch’ and ‘Pitch Perfect’).#Writers Block can also be a pain as well but I can manage.#natm jedediah #natm octavius #natm larry daley #night at the museum

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syd-carm · 10 months

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the way we never got to see any one on one stewy/gerri content..............all that missed potential for what could've been THE ultimate dynamic business bitch duo

#they woulda ATE. i KNOW we all know they woulda ate #i'm big sad :(#literally wrote two paragraphs for a fic a couple years ago where stewy pitches to be gerri's quasi-mentee #and then kenstewy and romangerri hijinks ensue bc the brothers are like 👀 bro is my bae tryna steal YOUR bae!?#and then they both proceed to completely fail at tempering their jealousy and stewy and gerri remain totally unbothered. and also besties #business besties and their billionaire boytoys 🩷#this was all prompted by j posting a pic of her and arian on insta btw #stewy hosseini #gerri kellman #succession #gaby for ts

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artsyunderstudy · 10 months

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It doesn’t feel like a dream when Baz kisses me.

Hi hello it's my friend Dre @cutestkilla's birthday today and I love her very much, and also she wrote this amazing fic called What's Left that was kinda our friendship origin story tbh even tho we didnt start really talking till later. BUT STILL. I already gushed all over discord but just wanna reiterate how happy I am to be friends with such an amazing person.

The fic, by the way, is absolutely amazing, and beautiful, and romantic and SMART and funny and really really I cannot say this enough, stop waiting to read this fic if you haven't read it yet. It will change you for the better.

#artsyart #snowbaz #Simon snow #baz pitch #Simon snow fanfic #carry on fanfic #snowbaz fanart #snowbaz fanfic #what's left #fanart of fanfiction #gift art #Also make sure you leave her a nice birthday message on the fic if you read it because of this post #or re-read it #GIVE IT LOVE #it deserves all the love #mwah #sidbaz #eheheehehe #my fave rarepair

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greenerteacups · 11 months

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Are you reading any Dramione fics at the moment? If so, what are they?

I'm currently still finishing my read of Bending Light, which is best described as Call Me By Your Name meets Luca (2021) meets the Italy chapters of Normal People, where they're all lounging around the countryside doing nothing and eating good food. It feels like such a beach read, and it's a delightful breather. Pairs well with white wine and warm evenings.

I'm also about four chapters into Remain Nameless, and making slow headway. I try to space out these kinds of big frequently-recommended fics, because there aren't too many of them, and I like saving them for rainy days, but someone told me that I'd enjoy HeyJude19's Draco, and so far I'm liking the fact that he keeps his pointy edges. Draco in therapy is also an interesting concept, and I like the war flashbacks. I'm a big fan of how Harry comes across here, too — we haven't seen much of him, but he's very in tune with how I imagine Harry as an adult.

First-up on my TBR after that is The Banality of Love, an abandoned WIP that I'm assured is worth the anguish. I haven't started yet, but I'm intrigued by the concept. Plus, I'm intrigued by the idea of a "Voldemort wins" AU taken seriously and given a realistic depiction of totalitarianism. I try not to pay attention to media hype — it doesn't seem fair to the authors, who never asked to be graded on a sharper curve than anyone else — but I'm cautiously excited.

#greenteacup asks #dramione #fic recs #also accepting recommendations for my TBR if anyone has something they're enjoying #i've seen a lot of scuttlebutt about secrets and masks recently #but i have yet to hear a good elevator pitch for it

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prettygoododds · 8 months

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Thank you @artsyunderstudy @nightimedreamersworld @ileadacharmedlife @iamamythologicalcreature & @cosmicalart for the tag yesterday.

Here’s the thing… I love fall. It’s my favorite. It smells nice, I’m not sweating like hog 24/7, Halloween is just around the corner. My head on the other hand is like, oh, drastic weather changes every day? Sounds fun, here’s a migraine. So yeah, that was me yesterday.

Anywhoozle, that’s not what you came for.

It’s a Hockey AU week! So let’s start with a little blurb from Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I say, teasing him.

“Can I?” Eyes lighting up and he reaches for his phone, discarded long ago on the coffee table.

“Absolutely not!”

His shoulders visibly deflate.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not that kind of lady,” I joke, feeling myself blush.

Man’s once again, I apologize for the heartbreaker that is Catastrophic Blues. It really does get better. Just not for awhile 😬. But also there’s only 10 songs sooooo eventually they gotta get their shit together.

I bang my forehead against the door and ponder my next steps when the door swings open and I’m falling face-first into Nico.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a huge cock block, mate?” He says, before righting me and motioning for me to come in.

I cringe thinking about whatever it was that he and my aunt were getting up to.

“I’m sorry,” I say, setting my bags down.

“Fi! You better get out here. He didn’t even argue with me,” Nico yells, and it’s followed by a string of curse words and the shuffle of fabric as my aunt makes herself presentable enough.

Have a wonderful Monday!

I’m not gonna tag anyone since I’m a day late, but feel free to share if you want!

#sugar we’re going down swingin #catastrophic blues #prettygoododdsfic #my head had other plans for yesterday #also my period is looming #it feels like a double whammy #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on fandom #simon snow series #snobaz #carry on series #simon and baz #snowbaz #simon baz #hockey fic #playlist prompt

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 2 years

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#50 pretty please 😍

A soft one honestly, let's do this!!

101 ways to say i love you with actions

(50) Taking them on a surprise date

Chloe sighed heavily as she leant back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tried to stave off the tension headache she could feel building behind her eyes. It had been a long, long day and Chloe was exhausted quite frankly. She loved her job, she loved being able to help so many people like this, but there were days like today when the strain of it and the reality of life in a busy ED really got to her.

A soft knock at the door to the lounge caused Chloe to lift her head, a tired smile gracing her lips as a familiar face appeared around the door. It was about the only face that could make her smile on days like this.

“Hey. You okay?”

Beca’s head was cocked as her own smile matched Chloe’s, blue eyes meeting bluer as Chloe nodded slightly, letting her pen fall from her hand to on top of the pile of paperwork in front of her.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

Beca stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind her before she walked over to Chloe, gently pulling her to her feet and into her arms.

“I know you.” Beca mumbled into her hair, “I know how you get when it’s kids. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“I know.” Chloe sighed heavily, feeling the tears that she had been holding back all day start to come to the fore again, “I just... the day isn’t over yet. If I fall apart now I’ll have nothing left for the people that need it.”

“Okay.” Beca nodded a little, pressing a soft kiss into the crown of her head, “Want to get some lunch? We might not get another chance today...”

Chloe lifted her head, her forehead resting against Beca’s, smile finally reaching her eyes as she pressed her lips into hers, “That sounds nice. Really nice.”

Beca opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was a frustrated groan as the pager clipped to the waistband of her scrubs began to beep.

“God, I hate this thing...” She grumbled, pulling it from its place to read the message, “It’s been the biggest cockblock our relationship has faced.”

Chloe giggled, cupping Beca’s face in her hands as she pressed a soft kiss to her lips again, “Go. Go save lives Dr Mitchell. I’ll get you a sandwich to keep your strength up, we can have lunch together on our day off.”

“I guess.” Beca pouted a little, “You’d better finish those papers Beale. I want to sweep you off your feet the second our shift is done.”

“My aching feet are always grateful for that.” Chloe giggled softly, waving a little at Beca as she gave her a wink and walked quickly from the room to answer her page. She sunk into the chair again, turning back to her paperwork with her heart a little lighter and headache assuaged.

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“Chloe...”

Chloe had tears in her eyes as she continued her attempts at CPR, shaking her head a little as a pair of hands rested on her arm.

“Chloe she’s gone. Let her go.”

Aubrey smiled sadly at her as Chloe looked first at her and then back down at the young teenager beneath her furiously pumping hands.

“It’s been twenty five minutes since her heart stopped.” Aubrey continued to push gently, “Even if you get her heart going again...”

She trailed off as Chloe’s shoulder’s sagged a little, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she faltered. Aubrey didn’t have to finish, she knew as well any of the doctors that there was no coming back from this. Chloe had to stop no matter how much she didn’t want to.

Sniffing hard, Chloe pulled away, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand, jaw clenched tightly. Aubrey rolled her shoulders back, clearing her throat a little to shake the lump of emotion from it.

“Time of death, 9:43 pm.”

Chloe swallowed hard as she shook her head a little, hands shaking a little as she glanced down and saw the blood on them, on her scrub top, her pants... there was so much of it.

“Chlo?”

Chloe barely registered Beca’s voice as her hands gently cupped her face, her eyes unfocused and searching as everything around her seemed to blur and buzz. Where had Beca come from, she wasn’t in here when they were...

“Hey. You’re okay.”

Beca’s thumbs gently stroked Chloe’s cheeks, Chloe’s breathing ragged as her trembling hands clenched and unclenched.

“It’s okay. I’m here now Chlo, you’re going to be okay.”

“T-there’s so much blood...” Chloe whispered, eyes closing tightly, “Beca...”

“It’s okay.” Beca pulled Chloe into her, holding her as tight as she dared as she pressed her lips into the crown of her head, “I’ve got you. It’s okay Chloe.”

Chloe let out a small sob as the world started to come back into focus again, her face buried in her neck as her arms wrapped tightly around Beca’s waist. God what an awful day it had been.

“I know.” Chloe couldn’t see the tears welling in Beca’s eyes as she held her against her, the gentlest of kisses pressed against her head, “I know. You’ve had a really shit day Chloe. But it’s done now. You’re going to shower, change, and then I’m taking you home.”

“Okay.” Chloe whispered, clinging to Beca still, “In a minute.”

“Of course.” A soft smirk tugged at Beca’s lips, “In a minute.”

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Chloe shut her locker with a sigh, letting her head fall against it with a soft thud. She closed her eyes, sniffing softly as the events of the day continued to replay in her mind. It had been one thing after the next, one awful accident after another that had left so many people in need of the help of her and her team, and she had been able to save so few of them...

“Hey...”

Chloe smiled softly as hands caressed her arms, turning as her eyes fluttered open and sinking into Beca’s embrace.

“You ready to go?” Beca asked, head resting against Chloe’s as she continued to caress her arm.

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, “Take me home Becs.”

Beca smiled warmly, taking Chloe’s hand in hers as they wordlessly made their way through the ED, Chloe frowning a little as Beca lead them left towards the elevators rather than right to the exit.

“Becs?”

“Do you trust me?” Beca grinned, a twinkle in her eyes as she continued to slowly pull Chloe towards the elevator.

“With everything I have.”

Chloe nodded, biting her lip a little as she followed Beca into the elevator, head resting in the nape of Beca’s neck as it quickly sped through the floors. Chloe’s curious frown only deepened as the doors opened on the very top floor, following Beca out through the small series of offices and onto the rooftop terrace. They had been here so many times before, it was perhaps the only place in the whole hospital they could get any peace for a moment, but something about tonight felt different.

“C’mon.” Beca turned to Chloe, taking her hands in hers as she pulled her out onto the terrace, “I wanted to make you day a little less shit for you... I hope this’ll do, it was kinda short notice.”

Chloe’s eyes widened a little, tears welling in her eyes as she looked around her. God only knew how she had done it, but Beca had strung up a series of small fairy lights that twinkled alongside the stars in the sky, a warm glow falling over the picnic blanket that had been laid down. On it, was a bottle of wine and two glasses, and two takeout containers from the Italian place a few blocks away that Chloe loved.

“I know polystyrene containers don’t exactly scream romance...” Beca shrugged a little, watching Chloe carefully as she looked around at the lengths Beca had gone to, “But I just wanted to do something you’d like... something that might cheer you up...”

“Beca...” Chloe shook her head a little as she turned her attention back to her, “I- this is beautiful. Thank you.”

Chloe cupped Beca’s face in her hands, kissing her deeply, Beca’s arms quickly and easily winding around her waist. Chloe pulled away a little as the kiss ended, her forehead resting against Beca’s.

“Thank you Beca.”

Beca shrugged a little again, a sheepish smile on her lips as she gently brushed Chloe’s hair from her face, “Today’s been really bad, even by our standards. It’s the sort of day that has you questioning why you even do this job in the first place. I just wanted to remind you that it’s not always like that here. Sometimes things are actually pretty great.”

Chloe laughed softly, turning in Beca’s arms so that she was looking out at the picnic that she made for them, at the city that continued to move below them. She rested her head against Beca’s, her hand cupping her cheek.

“That’s true.” Chloe grinned a little, “Without this place, I never would’ve met you.”

“We’re trying to find good things about the hospital Chlo...” Beca teased, Chloe giggling as she kissed Beca’s cheek.

“Shut up.” Chloe shook her head a little, “You are the best thing this place has ever given me. I love you Beca, more than I could ever say.”

“I love you too.” Beca turned her head so that their foreheads were resting together, eyes locked, “Enough to do something super corny like this just to make you smile.”

“Well it worked.” Chloe stroked Beca’s cheek, “Thank you Beca. For always being there for me. I couldn’t do this job without you.”

“Are you kidding?” Beca shook her head, “You are the most kickass nurse practitioner I have ever met, that ED is held together only because we have you to keep us in shape.”

“And I’m strong enough to do that because of you. Because you make me feel strong.” Chloe cupped Beca’s face in her hands again, ensuring that Beca could see the deep sincerity in her eyes, “You, Dr Mitchell, are as much my life line as you are your patients. I’m so grateful you.”

Beca’s eyes were sparkling with tears as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Chloe had always had a way of making her feel better than she was, made her feel like a better doctor, a better girlfriend, a better person than she had ever hoped she could be. She would lost without her. Beca was never good with her words so instead she settled for a deep and loving kiss, hoping that it would convey even a fraction of what her heart held for Chloe.

“C’mon.” Beca cleared her throat a little, grinning at Chloe as she pulled back just enough to take her hands, “Dinner’s getting cold.”

Chloe settled down on the rug next to Beca, letting her head rest on Beca’s shoulder as they gazed out over the city, boxes of pasta in hand. It truly was a difficult job, perhaps the hardest one in their field, but moments like this? They made it all a little easier to bear.

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #ask meme things #drabble: bechloe #drabble tag #anon #(have i accidentally set myself up for a whole medical au????? quite possibly klgjkldfjg HUSH)#(also hello writing old friend i have missed you 🥺 thank you anon for the help!!)

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