#max caulfield fanfic

[inky-snowdrop]

Two Pairs of Star-Crossed Lovers

A Life Is Strange and Until Dawn Oneshot/Poem

Pairings: Chloe Price/Max Caulfield (Pricefield), Chris Hartley/Josh Washington (Climbing Class)

Rating: T (13+)

(canon typical violence)

Originally Posted on Ao3: May 16th, 2019

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Two pairs of star-crossed lovers

See the butterfly drift away with the breeze,

It’s wings beating lightly and without a sound,

Causally and lazily making it’s way out of their view.

Amongst the broken bottles and sweet grass,

Strewn out against the snow and wooden totems,

They laugh and flash toothy grins,

The tiny insect quickly forgotten as the sun begins to set.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers

Share a past prior to the events that have yet to unfold,

Becoming friends,

Accomplices to each other’s crimes,

As children, no less.

Blue permeates the soul’s of these children;

Two the color of the purest sky reflecting the bay’s water.

The others, an indigo darkness shrouded by fog and smoke

Hidden high in the mountains.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers,

Guardians of the light in the human spirit

And the darkness in the human soul.

Two within the past,

Changing what could not be changed

And visiting planes of reality not yet discovered nor explored by humankind.

Magic, the most pure and yet deadly kind, is their ally.

Two predicting the future,

Choices that seem small and insignificant

Carving into the lives of every person upon the accursed land.

Not magic, oh no.

Curses linger near, always watching, always listening.

Ghosting across the physical and mental worlds like a disease ready to take hold.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers,

From across the harbor and into the town,

Filled with a sticky heat and the smell of fire making love to the Earth,

Comes a celestial being and her magnificent gifts.

Powerful is she,

Auburn hair angular and good,

Time and space lingering upon her fingers.

She knows not how this power came to be hers,

And yet it still chose her.

Her other,

For there is always another,

Is a fallen angel,

Giant wings of butterfly blue growing from her spine and drifting into her hair to ravage wildly about her pale face.

They, the chosen and her angel, embody the world of the past,

Bravely trusting Fate herself to bring their dreams of being together to the light of day.

Sadly, Fate tends to have a sense of humor.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers,

Hailing from the frost lands of the North,

Where it is not uncommon for men, women, and children to betray their human nature,

A puppeteer watches quietly from the shadows as his trap has been laid.

Revenge plays heavily upon his string pulled mind,

Smile charming and deceiving, eyes shining and full of suffering,

None can see behind the laughs;

None can see the hatred that boils within.

Mistake number one.

The other,

Trusting and naive,

Hopelessly in love though destiny dictates otherwise,

Can read through the strings and gauze of his partener like one might read a book.

A ghost of his former body,

Sorrow binding and chaining him down to the Earth as he desperately claws for breath though he cannot give up hope;

He must never rest.

For what friend (what partener) would he be if he abandoned the puppeteer now?

Mistake number two.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers,

Each trapped forever,

In a never ending cycle of

What is,

What was, and

What will be.

Or, perhaps the most daunting of all,

What COULD be.

All four trapped in a web of their own design,

The vibrant azule wings that once held the aloft ripped and mangled at their feet.

All four embracing the storm that howls and shrieks at them,

Faces flushed from fear of the unknown and voices hoarse from screaming back at the wild rain and snow.

All four bonding through a love created in the innocence of childhood that was cultivated and fed as they aged;

The effects of their death-marked love not only echoing about their bedrooms with sighs and gasps, but also out into other places and other realities that go on forever.

All four sharing an early grave;

Hair wet and lips cracked and bleeding;

A concussed head and crushed limbs, if not completely ripped from their original homes.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers,

Destinies changing as rapidly as the wind changes course.

And as the storm dies, the screeching lowering to a hum during the afterglow of it’s rage,

It takes with it the souls of two of the children, their bodies physically broken or mutated beyond repair

And it takes the remaining children’s spirits, leaving them behind sobbing and hallowed remains of the people they used to be.

Forever craving,

Forever yearning,

Forever alone.

Two pairs of star-crossed lovers

Await the beat of the butterfly’s wings

As the sun begins to rise,

Praying that the storm that will soon follow will not be their last.

And,

If it is,

Try to find solace in each other’s arms

One last time.

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[smt-obsessed]

Max Caulfield

☆ 18 ☆ infp ☆ virgo ☆ 5'5 ☆

Each symbol portrays a different genre.

💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ☆ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

HEADCANNONS

Nothing yet...

ONE-SHOTS

Nothing yet...

SERIES

Nothing yet...

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ☆ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

✰Masterlist✰

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

[mwahbabe]

˖⁺‧₊ ˚✧ my lil brainstorm/ideas list ˚ ⋆ ☆

chloe price ☠︎⋆₊♰.

sfw

❥ baby stoner reader!getting high with her for the first time

❥ chloe x stem! reader headcanons

❥ comforting chloe after a nightmare

❥ chloe comforting you after a nightmare

❥ cuddles & wake n bake with her (drabble)

nsfw

❥ chloe fucking you after a concert

❥ teasing her <3

❥ chloe x bartender! reader

❥ chloe x onlyfans model headcanons

❥ mechanic!chloe x reader

max caulfield ⋆𖦹⚡︎

sfw

❥ being her muse

❥ coffee date with her

❥ max x mean!reader with a soft spot for her<3

nsfw

❥ max being your spicy photographer

❥ sleepover with her

rachel amber ⋆⭒˚.⋆

sfw

❥ her doing your makeup

❥ rachel x stem reader headcanons

❥ rachel x masc reader headcanons

❥ rachel x hyper-femme reader headcanons

nsfw

❥ angry sex with rachel after an argument

❥ tribbing with rachel

❥ “study” session

❥ rachel with an onlyfans model! reader

❥ ellie williams ☄︎. *. ⋆

sfw

❥ loser ellie headcanons

❥ loser ellie with popular! gf reader

nsfw

❥ friends to lovers

❥ loser!ellie loves eating you out

❥ ellie x pillow princess! reader

❥ ellie x camgirl! reader

❥ ellie x mean!reader with soft spot for her

❥ ellie x stripper! reader

❥ inmate! ellie x inmate! reader

abby anderson ‧₊ ⟢․⁺

sfw

❥ cuddles with abby (drabble)

❥ movie night with her & ellie (ellabs)

❥ short reader with abby headcanons

nsfw

❥ helping her unwind

❥ car sex with her before a party (drabble)

❥ older! abby x reader

❥ abby helping you work out

❥ prison guard! abby x inmate! reader

vi ✦°．•

❥ vi + abby being your workout coaches

❥ being inmate! vis prison girlfriend

[sheigarche]

So I've been writing for rarepairs for over 10 years now and this is the first time one of my stories has been actively attacked by a hater.

I was so happy and surprised that I got a comment so quickly and then I come across this:

I mean, my ship has less than 10 fanfics and that person's ship has 3k++ fanfics...

I don't think my silly rom-com will move the needle in the fandom at all. Why so much hate? 😢

Sorry, I'm still in shock. I don't know what to say.

[krysto-art]

Pricefield art I did in 2017 for a chapter in my fanfic Take It All Back.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5719732/chapters/13178185

[misaerabl]

I see a lot of Chloe x readers first time smoking and it usually turns to smut (which is fine! I live all Chloe fanfic writers!) but can I please get Chloe comfort where readers first time getting high was a bad trip?

Like maybe it's a bit self insert but I can't smoke at all and I feel like every stoner character has fics where reader smokes too but what about for the readers who can't, you know?

If not no worries take care of yourself <3

CONTENT: smoking weed (duh), bad first experience smoking, comfort chloe, max mentioned, SFW (also warning : I don't know shit about smoking or weed cuz ion do that, so correct me if there's anything wrong)

A/N: ify anon, as someone who can't smoke as well. also this is new!! first chloe price fic here ig. I'm replaying lis so this is such a good timinggg lovee!

Chloe had warned you to take it slow.

She had said it with a lazy smirk, passing you the joint with fingers stained faintly with ink and paint. But there had been a flicker of seriousness beneath her usual bravado—a hesitation you ignored in your eagerness to prove you could handle it.

Now, you weren’t handling it.

Your heartbeat was a frantic drum in your chest, pounding against your ribs like it was trying to escape. The world had narrowed, blurred at the edges, and you couldn’t tell if the weight in your limbs was from gravity or some invisible force pinning you down.

Chloe’s room, usually a chaotic but familiar mess of posters, CDs, and scattered clothes, felt too small. The walls were pressing in, the ceiling too low, the air too thick.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.”

Chloe’s voice cut through the static in your mind, sharp but careful. She was in front of you now, crouched down, her face clearer than anything else in the room. Her blue hair was a little frizzy, her beanie slipping back. She had that look on her face—half amused, half concerned.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You shook your head. Couldn’t talk. Your throat felt tight, your mouth dry as hell.

Chloe frowned but didn’t push. Instead, she reached out, pressing the cold rim of a soda can into your palm. “Drink. It’ll help.”

You took a sip—too fast, choking slightly. Chloe just waited, patient. Her fingers tapped against the floor.

“I—” Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I think I’m dying.”

Chloe snorted but immediately softened when she saw the panic in your eyes. “You’re not dying, dude. Just greening out. It happens.”

Greening out. Right. That was a thing. But knowing that didn’t stop the feeling, didn’t stop the weight pressing down on you like you were sinking into the floor.

Chloe shifted closer, her hands resting lightly on your knees. “Okay, okay, let’s get you grounded. You remember that one thing Max used to do? The five senses thing?”

You managed a weak nod.

“Cool. Let’s do it. Tell me five things you can see.”

You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to focus. “Uh… your beanie.”

Chloe grinned. “Iconic. What else?”

You searched the room. “The… the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.”

Chloe’s gaze flicked up. “Hell yeah. Got those when I was ten.”

You listed the rest slowly—the chipped paint on her nightstand, the band stickers on her guitar case, the way the neon blue of her hair caught the dim light.

She guided you through the rest, coaxing out four things you could touch (the carpet, the cool metal of the soda can, the soft fabric of her hoodie when she draped it over your shoulders), three things you could hear (her voice, the faint hum of a song playing from her speakers, the rain tapping against the window).

By the time you got to taste, you were breathing easier. The fear wasn’t completely gone, but the walls weren’t closing in anymore.

Chloe nudged your shoulder. “See? Told you. Not dying.”

You let out a shaky breath, clutching the can tighter. “Never doing that again.”

Chloe smirked. “Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say.”

But then her expression softened, and she bumped her forehead lightly against yours. “For real, though. I got you, okay?”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her hoodie, the steadiness of her presence.

Maybe you weren’t as weightless as you thought. Maybe, with Chloe here, you were still on solid ground.

[theonlyvalerie]

Almost done cooking a one-shot for the Safield girlies (meeeee)

[dallo-stan]

O TEMPO SALVA TUDO, ATÉ O DESCONTO

eu fiz… eu fiz uma capa de life is strange ☹️ não ficou exatamente como eu queria, parece uma bagunça azulada e provavelmente vou refazer logo logo (sabemos que eu não vou) ou tentar fazer outras… é isso manos e manas muac :3

[druh19]

༝ Life is Strange Icons & Headers |like and reblog if saved|

[thepricebechloe]

Do you wanna know what's better than one beanie baby? TWO BEANIE BABIES!!

I'M VERY EXCITED FOR THIS GAME TO COME OUT!!

[ap41cu5]

i just finished life is strange and my brain chemistry is permanently altered oh my gof 😭😭😭

immediately fell in love with warren graham tho he's so silly I love him <33

might start taking requests for him tbh :0 i love how nerdy and selfless he is

[twspots]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Life is Strange (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Victoria Chase/Kate Marsh, Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price, Victoria Chase & Rachel Amber, Maxine "Max" Caulfield & Kate Marsh, Maxine "Max" Caulfield & Victoria Chase, Victoria Chase & Chloe Price Characters: Victoria Chase (Life is Strange), Kate Marsh, Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Chloe Price (Life is Strange), Taylor Christensen, Brooke Scott, Courtney Wagner, Rachel Amber, David Madsen, Nathan Prescott (Life is Strange), Alyssa Anderson, Dana Ward, Stella Hill, Zachary Riggins, Hayden Jones, Warren Graham Additional Tags: Stream of Consciousness, Introspection, Self-Hatred, Self-Destructive Behavior, Animation appreciation, Creative Process, cartoons, Weeabo!Victoria, Falling In Love, Angst, aaaaaangst, Sexual exploration, Sexual Tension, Pining, Cinnamon rolls, Kissing, So much kissing, Sexual Angst, Implied past sexual activity, chasemarsh, Rarepair, pricefield, Gay Pirates - Freeform, Mentions of Jeffershit - Freeform, Past Amberchase, subtle Marshfield, Very subtle Chasefield, Very subtle PriceMarsh, Misunderstandings, these two can never have it easy, Wild gay unicorns, nerds, fangirling, Anime, Swearing, Alcohol, Drug Use, Bisexual Female Character, Saved the Bay and the Bae AU, Slow Burn, Insecurity, #shittymothersclub, Trauma Summary:

"My parents banned me from watching most cartoons" Kate's brow furrowed, "except for veggie tales" she forfeited. Victoria dropped her pen, utterly baffled.

Because, really, how did she, Victoria Chase (fabulous famous photographer in the making) end up with Kate Marsh (genuine bible thumper and bunny lover) talking about Veggie Tales (of all things) in the first place?

OR IN SHORT

Max Caulfield saves Chloe Price and Arcadia Bay, but leaves collateral damage in the shape of two broken girls; Victoria Chase and Kate Marsh. Somehow, they both mutually help each other grow past their own individual traumas.

OR…

Victoria Chase becomes friends with Kate Marsh and it completely wrecks her gay heart.

[whatsjulietslastname]

it’s the first of December so now I have the urge to write a stupid Christmas Walmart Strangers AU Pricefield fanfiction even though I’m absolutely not done writing my long-fic tragic canon compliant one

[krysto-art]

"Max… you okay?" It was Chloe. I'd somehow made my way unsteadily through the trees to where she sat. A blue jay scratched at the ground nearby, its brilliant plumage matching her short blue-dyed hair. "No... I don't know," I replied, my voice cracking.

I stood on the bluff, letting the sea breeze fill my lungs as I gazed up the coastline, hoping for a glimpse of Arcadia Bay.

TV and rescue helicopters circled like gnats in the far distance.

All was quiet except for the wind and the faint rolling surf below. Even the animals had fallen silent.

I gasped in surprise as Chloe's arms encircled me from behind. Distracted as I was, I hadn't heard her come over. She let out a soft breath and rested her chin on my shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered.

****

I finished this a few years ago. Rough pencils with digital colours done in Sketchbook on my phone.

The mini story is from a fanfic I wrote in 2015 (kristos on ao3)

[jaydennnnnne]

My friends: “For Valentine’s Day I’m going to dinner and a movie with my partner, it’s gonna be so romantic”

Me: taking a bath with a face mask while reading amberpricefield fanfiction on AO3

[izmissi]

Max Realizing she is into girls after kissing Dana, a short fic (no art cuz i have a very bad art block rn)

Soft indie music played quietly from Dana’s speaker, filling the dorm with a mellow, dreamy hum. The early morning sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, casting golden streaks of light across the room. The scent of vanilla and chamomile clung to the air, remnants of the tea they had made earlier, making everything feel warm—quiet, slow, like the rest of the world hadn’t woken up yet.

Max sat cross-legged on Dana’s bed, her fingers wrapped around a half-finished mug of tea, absentmindedly flipping through one of the fashion magazines Dana had left lying around. Her brow furrowed as she skimmed through an article titled 10 Ways to Make Him Obsessed With You! before groaning dramatically and tossing it aside.

“Something wrong?” Dana asked, perched at her vanity, running a brush through her hair with slow, practiced strokes.

Max sighed, tucking her legs up against her chest. “Just this magazine. It’s all ‘How to impress guys,’ ‘How to make guys like you,’ ‘How to breathe in a way that doesn’t scare guys away.’ It’s exhausting.”

Dana snorted, setting her brush down. “Yeah, mainstream media really wants us to believe our whole lives revolve around dudes.” She stretched, then grinned. “But if you’re not into impressing guys… does that mean no cute ones have been catching your eye lately?”

Max hesitated. “I mean… I guess some guys are… conventionally attractive?”

Dana turned to face her, smirking. “That wasn’t what i asked.”

Max huffed, shifting her tea from one hand to the other. “I don’t know, Dana. Maybe I just don’t think about it like that?”

Dana tilted her head, studying her. “Mm-hmm.”

Max frowned. “What?”

Dana smiled knowingly. “Maybe you’re just into girls.”

Max nearly choked on her tea. “What—?”

Dana chuckled, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at Chloe and Rachel.”

Max froze, feeling a sudden heat creeping up her neck.

“I—uh—” She cleared her throat. “That’s not—”

Dana’s smirk widened. “What? You can’t tell me you don’t want what they have.”

Max swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around her mug. The way Chloe and Rachel fit together so effortlessly, the way they just were—loud, messy, passionate, completely unafraid to exist in their own world together. She had seen it in the little things, the way Rachel’s hand always seemed to find Chloe’s, the easy, thoughtless affection between them. And yeah. Maybe, deep down, she did want that.

“…I don’t know,” she admitted, voice softer now. “Maybe.”

Dana nodded, like she had already known the answer before Max had even said it. “I get it,” she said. “It took me a while to figure myself out, too.”

Max glanced at her, curious. “Yeah?”

Dana leaned back, resting on her palms. “Mm-hmm. I didn’t really know I liked girls until I kissed one.” She grinned. “And then I was like, oh. Oh.”

Max let out a small laugh. “Just like that?”

“Pretty much.” Dana shrugged. “It wasn’t some big revelation or anything. It just felt… right. Like something clicked into place.”

Max chewed her lip, thoughtful. “…That must be nice. Just knowing.”

Dana studied her for a moment, then smiled. “You could always try it.”

Max blinked. “Wait, what?”

Dana scooted closer, voice dropping into something more teasing. “I’m just saying, maybe you need a little push in the right direction.”

Max felt her face heat up instantly. “I—I don’t know if—”

Dana reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind Max’s ear. “Relax,” she murmured. “I don’t bite.” Her lips curled into a playful smirk. “Unless you’re into that.”

Max made a small, strangled noise—somewhere between a gasp and a whimper—which only made Dana grin wider.

“Oh my god,” Dana whispered, looking delighted. “You are so cute when you’re flustered.”

Max groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You are the worst"

Dana laughed, easily prying Max’s hands away. “C’mon, Caulfield. Don’t overthink it.”

Max hesitated, biting her lip. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly, closing her eyes.

Dana smiled, watching her for just a second longer before finally leaning in, closing the space between them, and brushing her lips against Max’s.

The kiss was light at first, just a test—giving Max the chance to stop if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Her breath hitched, her hands instinctively reaching for Dana’s arms, gripping onto her like she was afraid she might float away.

Dana smiled against her lips, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss. One hand cupped Max’s cheek, her thumb brushing against her warm skin, while the other rested at her waist, her touch light, deliberate.

And god, Max had never felt anything like this. It was dizzying, the way Dana kissed—confident, sure, like she had already decided Max would like it. And she did. Too much.

When Dana finally pulled back, she stayed close, their noses barely brushing.

“So…” Dana whispered, voice low, teasing. “Are you into girls, then?”

Max, dazed and breathless, let out a small, nervous laugh. “I think… you should probably kiss me again. You know, just to be sure.”

Dana grinned before pulling her right back in, and this time, neither of them held back.