Everything was normal for Max Caulfield at Blackwell Academy, or so she had once thought, now she's reunited with her best friend Chloe Price, after 5 years of no contact, and she along with Brooke Scott will figure out the meaning behind Rachel Amber's disappearance so long ago. How will it all play out for Max, Chloe, and Brooke? ON HOLD!

Chloe Price and Max Caulfield, 20 years later

"Her breath had tasted like cheap cigarettes and somehow, Max found that comforting." This WAS an attempt at a four drabble ficlet but-ah, I've never been good at brevity. (Chasefield) 6/4/20. Don't be fooled; I don't post on ff.n anymore. Edited bc I'm anal when it comes to grammatical errors. That's all.

[Pricefield OTP but Amberpricefield at first, NSFW] When Chloe and Rachel get a new roommate, things change for all of them. Drabble. First person university AU, a little bit of drama, fluff and f/f/f smut. Once a day-ish updates.

Chloe Price. To lots of people, she was just a homeless chick who only had two people in the world to be with. However, she was the unknown "L.A. Sniper" and was shooting people for a price. One day, she was hired to kill a Rachel Amber and, for the first time, she couldn't pull the trigger. Assassin AU. Slightly NSFW. Extended Oneshot.

After Arcadia Bay is destroyed by the tornado, Max and Chloe drive off together, unsure of what they've left behind. The discovery of some odd photographs leads them onto another mystery.

"Maybe it's the fact that they haven't done this in years that's unbelievable. It sort of feels like yesterday that they sat on the floor of Chloe's bedroom, singing songs they didn't know the words to while Max strummed clumsy chords on a guitar too big for her tiny hands. " This isn't exactly what Chloe expected when she bought Max a new guitar, but here they are.

As time goes by things change. Imaginary to reality, brown to blue, cigarette to ashes, living to dead. But what if Chloe was interfered with this and changed the bad for the good?

This is a short fanfiction based on Farewell: behind the scenes, a video you can find on Life is Strange’s chanel on Youtube. It shows a short conversation between Chloe and Max. The presumption is that they are talking about letters they hid years ago to read later on. The thing is; why does Max say that what she wrote was...serious?

"There's something looming over both of their shoulders that's too big for her cramped pick up, but she can't open the window to let it out without letting in a rush of cold air and a bucket load of water. They've only just gotten the last of the rain water out of their clothes." Some things follow you.

Lost. Love. Time.

A bit late, but I wanted to do something special for Christmas. Enjoy this Pricefield fluffy story based on the Christmas Truce of 1914! (Second chapter up)

Max chooses to sacrifice Arcadia Bay, so the tornado comes and destroys as much as it can in its path. However, it's never that easy to obliterate a town just like that. Pricefield cuteness! This is also on Wattpad.

After four long years, Max Caulfield finally returns to Arcadia Bay. (Post Canon/sac!Chloe)

"God, Chloe. She can't stop thinking about the picture in his drawer. That fucking picture. Of Chloe. It makes her want to cry. Or hit someone. Hit Nathan." Max beats up Nathan in Episode 4 instead of Warren.

"Well, you'll never know unless you try," Dana said. You snort into your drink. You knew she was right, but even if you had the courage, you had no idea where to begin. "Yeah, right." This is a Kate/Reader fic.

An alternate universe where Chloe left Arcadia Bay instead of Max. Where they used to play hide and seek in waterfalls, and now they're playing each other. Not everything is what it seems anymore... (ON HOLD. Looking for a co-writer for this story. If interested, do PM me.)

Rachel,    You know how I used to write letters to Max that I never sent and how they're now mountains of paper in a cardboard box in my attic? Yeah, well, it looks like that box's lonely days will be over soon, 'cause now you're gone too and what the fuck else can I do but write more letters I never plan on actually sending?

A simple two-shot following Max, Chloe, and Nick celebrating Christmas. Despite their lack of money, they still tried to make Christmas work... even when crime fighting got in the way. Merry Christmas, strangers!

Thirty-minute fic. Set after Chloe takes Rachel to the hospital. A surprising guest stops by. A fix-it because really? You had to make us fall in love with Chloe and Rachel?

Max and Chloe's holiday traditions couldn't be anymore different from one another's. Max's traditions being all about family. Chloe's being much more lonesome. One day, Max's family arrives to take her back to Seattle for Christmas, leaving Chloe all alone. In a moment of sadness, Chloe wishes Max could experience what her Christmas has been like for the last 5 years.

They say the best time for self-reflection is when you're with your best friend, doing your favorite things. Max Caulfield – every single one of them – would disagree. – A Multi-Max Theory fic for everyone.

In the aftermath of a storm that took everything, Max learns the price she has paid for the life of her best friend. Amongst the devastation, Chloe wonders if it was worth it, while Max's promise to never use her powers again is tested by strange visions.

Dana had organized a Secret Santa for the girls of Blackwell Dormitory. Victoria Chase was, unfortunately, the Secret Santa of her arch enemy. What should Victoria Chase get for a lameass hipster?

Max and Chloe are living together in Los Angeles. It's their first Christmas as a couple but it's only been a few months after the events in Arcadia Bay. Chloe tries to drum up some Christmas cheer while Max is still struggling with the consequences of her actions and choices. (Rated M mostly for Chloe's hella foul language.)