probably going to add a few oneshots straight away to get this going. won't be surprised if everyone hates these, but ah well. they're well-received on ao3 anyways. enjoy!
prompt: "imagine you can take pain away from your soulmate. but don't imagine one being afraid of pain, and the other person shouldering it for them"
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"It hurts, Bec, it really hurts," Chloe whimpers, her whole body shaking as she lies on the ground, her side bleeding.
"Hold on Chlo, it's gonna be okay," Beca soothes, hoping Chloe doesn't notice the tremble in her voice.
"Can we go home?" The redhead grits her teeth in pain, trying to keep herself from crying out, trying to hide the fact she's terrified.
"We have to wait here a little longer." Beca strokes Chloe's hair soothingly, placing kisses to the girl's pale forehead occasionally.
"I'm afraid, Bec. Pain scares me," she confesses, staring up at her girlfriend with those wide blue eyes Beca's so fond of.
In a split second, Beca makes a decision. Chloe's scared, and the brunette can't stand the wide-eyed fear painted on the redhead's usually cheerful face.
"Chlo, the pain will be over in a minute, okay sweetie?" Beca catches sight of the intricate symbol printed on her skin, and rubs a thumb over it.
This is for Chloe.
"Becs, what do you—?"
And then the pain is gone.
Beca cries out, hands shooting to her side in surprise. She falls back onto the ground, tears leaking from her eyes as she clenches her jaw.
Chloe pushes herself up, ignoring the blood pouring from the wound, and turns to where her girlfriend is lying next to her, face pale and sweaty.
"Becs, what did you do?" The redhead brushes hair from Beca's eyes and stares at her with worried eyes, frantically searching the pained face below her.
"Took away your pain," Beca mutters, groaning softly as her side throbs. "You don't deserve it."
Chloe's crying now, kissing the brunette tenderly as she lies there, oblivious to the gaping wound in her side. She doesn't even care about it now. Her girlfriend took away her pain and that's more than she could have ever asked for.
The sirens of the ambulance draw closer, and Beca can feel the pain intensifying. "You're dying," she whispers to Chloe, squeezing her hand desperately.
"No, no, I'm fine," the redhead insists, looking down at the red patch staining her clothes. Beca shakes her head.
"I can... feel," she mumbles, her eyelashes fluttering. Chloe clutches the brunette to her chest, rocking her back and forth.
Paramedics approach them, pulling Chloe away from Beca, onto a stretcher. Chloe screams, tells them she has to stay with Beca, tells them they have to take care of her. She screams and yells until they sedate her, her world fading to black.
Beca watches Chloe as she's hauled onto her own stretcher, eyelids fluttering closed, wishing she could bury her nose in soft red curls.
She knows Chloe is dying. She can feel it in her chest. She knows, yet she can't do anything.
