Fantasy AU! Chloe has returned to her hometown of Arc after an absence of five winters. Injured by a poisoned blade and essentially fired by the mercenary guild she was a member of, a down on her luck warrior finds herself in the oddest of predicaments when she is given the task of delivering food to a sorceress named Max who lives up in the tower overlooking the village...

After Max sacrifices herself to stop the storm, Chloe's left to cope in whatever ways she can. She takes to haunting Max's room every few nights, just to feel closer to Max. The only problem is that she's not the only one. [TW rape mention.]

Set post-game. Taunted by nightmares and unwilling to go to Max for help, Chloe finds herself turning to an unexpected source of comfort.

It's 7:00 in the afternoon when Chloe convinces Max to take a hit, and it's 7:13pm when the burnt out joint lies untouched on the ashtray.

Nobody at Blackwell knows what happened that night during the End of the World party. Nobody knows anything except that Max hasn't been seen or spoken to since.

For six months, Victoria would scoff and snort at the missing person posters littering the school, the diner, the town. (Now, as she's holding a stapler in one hand and a thick stack of papers in the other, she feels so much more.)

Fantasy AU set in Arcadia Bay! Currently a one-shot, but I might add smaller bits here and there. Chloe Price has a secret that she never thought could be shared. That is, until a certain freckled brunette came back into her life after 5 years... Typed from a Chloe-centric perspective. Abilities! Transformations! Revelations! Pricefield fluff! Enjoy :)

They shouldn't be doing this. Not while they're crammed in Chloe's truck, anyways. Max shuts her eyes tight, missing the scenery blurring past them, too concentrated on other things. Things like Rachel's breath against her neck, her soft lips skimming the raised hairs on her skin. Oh, fuck- [ Rachel is a tease, and it doesn't help that her best friend is also really hot.]

'Chloe was right,' Max begins to think, cold sweat breaking out on her skin, chest thrumming nervously with the rampage of her heart against her ribs. 'Rachel really is something.' [ Max agrees to give Rachel a personal photoshoot and gets more than she bargained for.]

"The first time she saw Chloe cutting, she wanted to throttle her."