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𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Double Eclipse

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MatPat being the biggest Grahamfield shipper is my Roman Empire

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

A/N: YALL IM SO SORRY,, I should have finished this wayyy earlier but since it’s summertime I was given more free time !!

(BECAUSE A YEAR IS EVIL IM SO SORRY)

Fic is on AO3!!

𝘾𝙃 3 : “I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I NEVER STOPPED CARING”

Max quietly brushed her teeth while looking at herself in the mirror. She came to the sudden realization that she was now in a timeline where the primary source of harm was gone. Max spat out her toothpaste, and swished some water in her mouth, spitting that out as well. She decided that she was going to visit Joyce and David since Chloe’s funeral was in a few days. Her and David’s last interaction was not long ago, but it had been “a while” since she last saw Joyce. That guilt of leaving Chloe behind was there. Especially since Chloe ended up dying thinking that Rachel and Max betrayed her. She shut her eyes at the thought of it. No. She couldn’t let it get to her. What’s done is done.

She collected herself as she exited the girl’s dorm bathrooms. Max’s hair was still damp from her shower. She turned the corner to go to her dorm to see Dana leaning against the wall scrolling on her phone. Dana looked up at Max, a smirk plastered on her face.

“Max, Max, Max…” Dana shook her head “You think you can get away with having a boy in your dorm late at night without me knowing?”

Max rolled her eyes “Oh c’mon Dana, you know me and Warren couldn’t do anything like. We were just… catching up.”

“You had Warren Graham over!?” Dana laughed “Catching up, oh man, that’s good. I knew you guys had something for each other. ‘Specially after he had a folder on his flash titled ‘Max’. Shoulda knew it was him.” Dana scoffed as she continued to look at her phone. Max couldn’t help but grin. Dana was always supportive and active in her life even if they weren’t super close, or had different social status’s. She slid past her to get to her dorm.

Max skimmed through her wardrobe, pulling out a black cardigan, a white t-shirt, sage green cargos, and brown boots. Her dorm hallway was awfully quiet, with only the sound of her boots clicking against the carpet breaking the silence. Max walked herself down to the bus stop, waiting for a couple of minutes until she, yet again, heard that familiar voice call her name.

“MAX! What’re doing by the bus stop?” He lowered his volume as he got closer to Max “If you wanted a ride, you could’ve just asked me.”

“Thanks Warren,” she looked down at her shoes “It’s just some business with Chloe’s mom, I didn’t want to involve you in this..situation.”

Warren shook his head. “You should know you don’t have to worry about that. C’mon I wanna show you my new wheels.” He patted Max’s shoulder.

“New wheels, huh? I’m interested.” Max managed a faint smile. Warren grinned and led her towards the parking lot. When they reached his car, Max’s eyes widened in surprise. “Cool. Very old school.” She acknowledged.

“1978 to be exact. It’s not just for show, though. I thought it’d be nice to do something with you that’s a bit more fun after everything that’s happened.” Warren said. That sentence almost gave Max déjà vu. She slid into the passenger seat, and Warren took the driver’s side, starting the engine.

They had been driving for a couple of minutes with Max giving directions every now and then.

“Was your morning okay?” Warren asked, glancing over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Max took a deep breath, staring out at the passing scenery.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just… a lot to take in. And in this timeline, the last time I saw Joyce was when I was 13. I need to talk to someone who knew Chloe as well as I did.”

Warren nodded, his eyes on the road. “Gotcha. I’m sure her mom will be more than happy to see your face.”

Max let out a chuckle, still looking out the window. “I sure hope you’re right.”

. . .

They both walked up to the creaky porch. Max inhaled her nervousness and knocked on the door in a rhythmic pattern. Joyce could be heard approaching them.

“I’m real sorry, but we are very busy at the moment-“ She said, turning the doorknob. She shuddered upon opening the door. “O-oh my god.” Joyce choked “Max? Is that, you?”

Max was surprised that Joyce recognized her right away. She nodded. Joyce’s eyes welled up, her hand still frozen on the doorknob.

“Come in, sweetheart,” Joyce finally whispered, stepping aside. “Please.”

Max stepped into the house that felt at once familiar and foreign.

“I can’t believe it,” Joyce said, leading Max into the living room. “You’ve grown so much. But those eyes—still the same.”

Max sat on the edge of the couch with Warren.

“I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.” Max said fragilely. Joyce gave a soft, breathy laugh.

Joyce shook her head. “Chloe’s gone, Max. I still can’t believe it.”

“I know,” Max whispered. “That’s why I’m here.”There was a short pause. “I wish we’d stayed in better touch,” Max admitted. “Life just… kept happening.”

Joyce nodded. “It always does. I don’t blame you. We all had to move on, one way or another. Still…” She exhaled, rubbing at her eyes. “When I heard—when they called me—I thought of you. Now don’t ask me why. I guess I knew, if anyone would feel this like I do, it’d be you.”

Max’s throat was tight. “I do.”

Joyce’s gaze dropped to her tea, her fingers tapping lightly against the mug.

“I don’t expect the funeral to be large. I didn’t invite many people. Maybe some kids at Blackwell could show up.. but, sometimes it’s easier to carry it alone.”

Max shut her eyes and swallowed her thoughts “Joyce, you are so strong. I can’t even begin to imagine the things you’ve been through. Me, David, and my friend Warren are going to be here with you no matter what happens” Warren gave a sheepish smile and raised his hand to gesture ‘hi’.

Joyce then shifted, reaching beneath the coffee table. “When I was cleaning her room last night, I found something I thought you would’ve liked. That is, if you showed up again.” She pulled out a worn shoebox, its corners soft with age. “I think she’d want you to have this.”

Max hesitated, then gently took the box into her lap. It was heavier than it looked “Thank you,” she said.

Joyce gave a nod. “Take your time. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.”

As Joyce stood and stepped away, Max ran her fingers over the lid of the box. Warren curiously glanced at the old shoebox. Max slowly opened the lid. Inside were scattered memories: a stack of Polaroids, a few ticket stubs, and a cassette tape with “MAX <3” scrawled in black marker.

Warren peered over, leaning in slightly. “Is that… her stuff?”

Max nodded, fingers brushing the edge of the Polaroids. One on top was of them. Her and Chloe, mid-laugh, caught in motion at the Two Whales diner, with a blur of ketchup in the corner. Max remembered snapping it right before Chloe dropped a french fry down her shirt.

“She…kept these?” Max murmured. “Even after all the time I was gone…”Warren said nothing, just sitting in quiet support. She turned over the cassette, frowning slightly. “I don’t even know if there’s a way to play this…”

Joyce’s voice chimed in from the kitchen. “There should be an old player in Chloe’s room. Top shelf. Still works last I checked.” Max stood, clutching the tape like it was fragile. She looked to Warren. “Do you mind?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Go. I’ll always be here.”

Chloe’s door was closed. When she opened it, the rush of air that greeted her smelled faintly like patchouli and smoke.

It looked like someone had tried to tidy up, but the essence of Good ol’ Chloe was still there. The punk rock posters, the messy desk, and the chipped nightstand with a few missing drawer handles.

Max found the player on the shelf. She wiped away the dust with her sleeve and popped in the cassette. The static crackled for a second before the tape began.

“Hey dumbass,” Chloe’s unmistakable voice broke through. “If you’re hearing this, congrats, you’re snooping. But also, you’re probably Max, and you probably miss me. So I guess this is for you.”Max sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me. I mean, I pretend like I’m invincible, but we both know that’s bullshit. So, this is my way of leaving you something real. Something that's mine. I know we had our shit, Max. I was mad…. But I felt betrayed. So if you’re listening, I hope you know that I never stopped caring.”The tape paused for a beat.

“I was just scared. I was scared of being left again. But you… you really saw me. And I hope wherever we ended up, you’re okay. You deserve that. You always did.”

The tape clicked softly as it ended. Max stared at the wall, frozen. She didn’t cry right away. Instead, she stood, looked around Chloe’s room, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Chloe”

Downstairs, Warren looked up as Max returned. Her face was pale, eyes a bit red, but she stood straighter. He didn’t ask what was on the tape. Instead, he just opened his arms slightly. Max didn’t hesitate. She stepped into the hug. Joyce was sitting at the kitchen table now, quietly nursing a cup of lukewarm tea. Her eyes lifted as Max entered the room.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Joyce asked, her voice soft and lined with concern.

Max nodded, then shook her head, then gave a soft, conflicted laugh. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

Joyce’s eyes softened as she stood up slowly, resting her mug down with a careful clink. “It’ll be alright dear”

“I’ll…be at the funeral Joyce.” Max composed herself

Warren gave a small cough, then stood to give them space. “I’m gonna step outside. Let you two talk,” he said, heading for the porch.

Joyce glanced after him, then winked back to Max. “He’s a good one. You’d better keep him around for a little bit.” Max’s jaw dropped slightly, and pretended not to know what she was talking about.

“I’m… really happy I got to talk with Joyce.” Max stood awkwardly, with a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, me too dear come here.” Joyce went in for an embrace, and Max hugged back.

“I’ll see you later.” Max smiled and waved goodbye. Max stepped out onto the porch with the shoebox cradled in her arms. Warren was leaning against his car, fiddling absently with his keys. He looked up immediately when he saw her.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

Max hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I needed that.”

Warren opened the passenger door for her without another word, and she slid in, carefully setting the shoebox on her lap. The car creaked slightly as he got in beside her and turned the ignition. They pulled away from Chloe’s home, and for a few minutes, neither of them spoke. Max leaned her head against the window, watching the trees blur past.

“I heard her voice for the last time, Warren.” Max muttered. Warren suddenly regained his focus to listen to her. “She..she said she never stopped caring” her voice suddenly got very shaky.

Warren’s grip tightened on the wheel just slightly, not out of tension, but focus. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I know how much she meant to you. That counts for something.”

“It counts for a lot,” Max took a breath “Thank you.” She chuckled through her blur of tears. “Also, don’t go to the funeral if you feel like you have to. It’s gonna be really heavy and you don’t owe me-“

“I’m not going for you,” he said, then paused, rephrased. “Well, okay, I am. But not because I feel like I have to. I want to be there. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

Max looked at him a longingly, then turned her gaze back out the window. “Thank you,” she said again, quieter this time. The words hung there between them, more meaningful now.

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Ch. 3 of Double Eclipse almost done yayyyy!!!

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘼/𝙉 : Definition of I Wrote This Instead Of Sleeping 🫡

Eat up cause this is a midnight snack 😭

Fic is on ao3!

𝘾𝙃 2 : THANKS DOE.

Max shut the door quietly, the soft click echoing behind her. She exhaled in relief as she was (hopefully) free from all the chaos of her ability. Warren sat comfortably on the edge of her bed. Max rubbed her forehead while he adjusted himself.

“I’ve got a terrible headache.” Max muttered to herself as she walked over to Warren, who was studying her room. She slouched herself next to him and lied down. “It’s… a lot Warren.”

"I'm all ears," Warren said, raising his hands to his head in a gesture of openness.

“It really did all start in Mr. Jefferson’s class today, technically-“

“That much happened between then and now?” Warren blurted, as he lied himself down next to Max, his head lightly bumped the wall. Max giggled looking at the boy who was completely oblivious to his surroundings prior to him surveying her room. He mouthed a ‘Sorry’ due to the fact he not only cut her off, but he caused himself to be a distraction by doing something as simple as lying down next to her.

“Not even close.” Max replied, staring up at her ceiling while Warren continued to gaze at her. “I woke up from this terrible vision in his class of a tornado hitting Arcadia Bay. I went to the bathroom in hopes to, y’know, refresh myself, but instead saw my best friend Chloe get shot by Nathan.”

Warren nodded, looking somewhat confused as he wasn't aware of any connection between Max and Chloe.

“But then… I woke up back in his class as if it was just another bad nightmare. I went back to the bathroom, and sure enough, saw Nathan pull out a gun and pressed it against Chloe. I hit the fire alarm to help Chloe to escape. But this time, it was real.” Max explained

"But there was no fi…" Warren's puzzled expression suddenly dropped as realization dawned on him. Max shot him a look. "Shut up," Warren said, eyes wide open.

“I can rewind time, Warren. I did it just earlier today, when Chloe got shot…again.” Max exhaled. Warren jaw was dropped.

“If you can rewind time, how come you didn’t save Chloe from being shot again?” Warren asked eagerly, turning to face Max. She turned herself aswell.

“Chloe thinks it was her fate. To die. Every time I used my powers, it always impacted me no matter what I chose. It’s what started that storm. Cause, and effect.” Max lied down on her back. “It’s what helped us find Rachel though. But now, I don’t need to because.. Chloe’s dead, and Nathan ‘fessed up to what Mr. Jefferson made him do. Chloe she… she was my best friend when I was younger and, she was again ever since she picked me up while you were getting your ass beat by Nathan.” Warren side eyed Max.

“I got my ass beat by Nathan Prescott?” Warren guffawed. Max joined in with laughter and playfully punched his eye, mimicking how Nathan had done it.

“You had a black eye on your left side the whole time” Max giggled looking at Warrens unamused expression. He shook his head.

“No way.” Warren crossed his arms. Max struggled to contain her laughter. Warren uncrossed his arms and planted his fingers in his hair. He glanced at Max.

“God, I really do have a lot to tell you.” Max sighed and closing her eyes briefly. “I’m getting comfortable first, and so should you.” Max stood up and began rummaging through her closet.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” Warren said in a hushed tone, discreetly opening and closing Max’s dorm room door.

. . .

Warren returned a few minutes later with two mugs of warm black tea, carefully balancing them as he closed the door behind him with his foot. He handed one to Max, who had settled back onto her bed against her wall.

"Thanks, Warren," Max said with a small smile, accepting the mug gratefully.

Warren sat down beside her again, setting his own mug on the bedside table. "Please continue.” he took a sip of his own drink. "What else has been going on? You talked about finding Rachel?"

Max nodded, taking a deep breath before diving into the story. "Yeah, after everything with Chloe and Nathan, me and her pieced together clues that helped find Rachel."

“You helped her find Rachel? That’s so awesome! Was she okay?” Warren’s expression lit up as Max’s smile faded.

“Not quite…” Max’s voice was a little hoarse as she continued to explain.

Warren listened intently, occasionally nodding or asking a question for clarification. As Max retraced of what had happened the past weeks — the horrific event of Kate Marsh, the discovery of the Dark Room and how it impacted her — Warren's admiration for her only grew.

He could only think about how traumatizing it must’ve been for her to have to live through that.

“Yeah, and then I went Two Whales to find you and it was WRECKED, let me tell you. It even almost blew up.” Max emphasized “You were gathering first aid supplies while Joyce was helping the others. I was asking you for the photograph from the party, and before I left we-“ Max quickly shut her sentence down “I… went back to tell Chloe it was no use because Nathan was… already dead.”

Warren nodded as he was jotting down mental notes of every detail of the story Max was sharing. He was curious what she would’ve said before she abruptly ended her sentence. Max continued to share her story until it had reached to present day. There were bonuses of her and Chloe as children, and the nightmare she had before she was at the top of the cliff near a lighthouse.

Warren was left speechless after listening to everything she had experienced. If he was shocked, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the depth of what she had gone through.

"That's incredible, Max," Warren said softly "You've handled things that have been so difficult, a-and you showed it all with a lotta bravery”

Max shrugged, a modest smile playing on her lips. "I had good people helping me. Chloe, even when things were tough between us, was always there. And you," she added, looking at Warren with genuine gratitude "You've been a great friend too, Warren. I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

Warren blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head. "Hey, I'm just glad I could help in any way I could. And I'm here for you, Max, no matter what."

“Thank you, Warren. I’m glad that we could spend some time together” She leaned over him placing her mug next to his. They sat in a comfortable silence, with Max resting her head on Warren's shoulder. She became self-aware of how late it had gotten. "Oh my god, Warren, it's late. You should head back to your dorm," she said, face-palming.

“Holy shit! You’re right!” He ripped the blankets off himself and put his shoes on. Max stood up near the door to wish him a goodbye. Warren cracked the door open. “Hey Max, if I get caught do you think you could use your powers one more time?” He pleaded. Max crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame.

“I can make an exception.” She chuckled weakly. Warren grinned.

“Thanks doe.” He whispered and ruffled the top of her head. Max playfully rolled her eyes at her given nickname.

“I’ll see you in the morning Warren.” She smiled as she closed the door behind him.

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

Ongoing fic, stay tuned!

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘼/𝙉 : First fic WHOOPWHOOP plz be nice! 😋

First smidge of dialogue is from the actual game, but the rest is from yours truly!!

Story MAINLY starts after Max makes her decision..

Very slow burn.. 😔

I’ll be as active with chapters as I can!!

Fic is on ao3!!

𝘾𝙃 1 : 𝙋𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙄𝙕𝙀𝘿

Overlooking the cliff on Arcadia Bay, Max and Chloe were witnessing the apocalyptic storm raging around them with terrifying intensity. Dark clouds churned overhead, lightning split the sky, and the wind howled, threatening to tear everything apart. Waves crashed violently against the rocks below, while debris flew through the air like deadly projectiles. The air was thick and almost humid with the smell of rain and burnt electricity, as the ground trembled beneath their feet with each thunderous boom.

Chloe's blue hair whipped wildly around her face, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and disturbance. Her usually defiant posture was tempered by uncertainty, her gaze locked on Max. Max, her expression solemn and determined yet fraught with the weight of her powers. Her eyes glowed with a faint blue light as she struggled to comprehend the chaos around them, scanning for any sign of a way to end the cataclysm.

Max’s eyebrows pinched together in worry and grievance as she took in the destruction that was caused due to her manipulation and abuse of her own power. She looked at the tornado angrily

“This is my storm. I caused this… I caused all of this” Max cried out “I changed fate and destiny so much that… I actually did alter the course of everything. And all I really created was death and destruction!” She took a few steps forward, observing the hurricane as raindrops splashed on her face and her soaked, messy hair. Chloe turned Max around.

“Fuck all of that, okay? You were given a power. You didn’t ask for it… and you saved me! Which had to happen, all of this did… except for what happened to Rachel.” Chloe aggressively assured Max “But without your power, we wouldn’t have found her! Okay so you’re not the goddamn Time Master, but you’re Maxine Caufield. And you’re amazing.” Both locked eye contact and were silent for a brief moment until Max had looked off into the horizon of the storm. “Max, this is the only way.” Chloe handed Max the photograph of a Morpho butterfly on a bucket, shortly before Nathan threatened Chloe with a gun in the girl’s bathroom.

“I-I feel like I took this shot a thousand years ago.” She locked her eyes on picture.

“You…you could use that photo to change everything right back to to when you took the picture” Chloe’s voice cracked “All that would take is for me to.. to..” She began to sob into her hands.

“Fuck that!“ Max quickly cut her off “No…no way! You are my number one priority now. You are all that matters to me” She comforted. Chloe removed her hands from her face revealing her glossed face and red tinted eyes.

“I know. You proved that over and over again. Even though I don’t deserve it.” Chloe bawled “I’m so selfish…not like my mom. Look what she had to give up and live through. And she did. She deserves so much more than to be killed by a storm in a fucking diner!” She shouted “Even my s- my step…father deserves her alive. There’s so many people in Arcadia Bay who should live. Way more than me.”

“Don’t say that! I won’t trade you!” Max persisted

“You’re not trading me. Maybe you’ve just been delaying my real destiny” Chloe argued “Look at how many times I’ve almost died or actually died around you. Look what’s happened in Arcadia Bay ever since you first saved me. I know I’ve been selfish, but for once I think I should accept my fate… our fate…” She put her hand on her shoulder. Max shook her head in denial.

“Chloe…” She wept

“Max, you finally came back this week and, you did nothing but show me your love and friendship. You made me smile… and laugh, like I have done in years” Chloe sense that Max was staring at her quite somberly, as if she was starting to sense the outcome “Wherever I end up after this… in whatever reality all those moments between us were real, and they’ll always be ours. No matter what you choose, I know you’ll make the right descision.” She exclaimed.

“Chloe, I can’t make this choice!” Max wailed. Chloe rested both of her hands on Max’s and stared at her determination.

“No Max,” The tone of Chloe’s voiced quickly softened “You’re the only one who can”. As tear on Chloe’s waterline sunk back into her eye, a new one formed on Max’s. She stayed silent as Chloe awaited on her decision. “Max…It’s time.” She lowered her hands and backed away.

“Chloe…I’m so, so sorry… I…” She apologized “I don’t wanna do this!” Chloe wrapped her arms around Max’s neck

“I know, Max. But we have to. We have to save everybody okay?” Chloe released the hug “And you’ll make those fuckers pay for what they did to Rachel. Being together this week… it was the best farewell gift I could have hoped for. You’re my hero Max.”

“Oh Chloe…I’m gonna miss you so much” They went in for another hug in the midst of chaos as pieces from buildings swirled around them. Chloe let go of Max.

“I’ll always love you. Now get out of here, please! Do it before I freak.” Chloe laughed at the end of her cry “And Max Caufield? Don’t you forget about me.”

“Never.” Max shook her head. She pulled the photograph out from her left hand, and focused on the image. Everything blurred into a haze, then went blank. Suddenly, Max found herself transported back to the moment she had taken that photograph. A click of the camera produced an instant photo from it. Max let go of the photo, watching it drift onto the cold tile floor. She peeked over the bathroom stall, awaiting to see Nathan’s break in. The door swung open violently, prompting Max to swiftly turn and press herself against the wall, out of sight. Nathan began frantically muttering to himself in the mirror, only for Chloe to confront him, leading to an argument between them. Max leaned herself up against the wall slowly sliding down, allowing the situation to play out. She knew what to expect next when she heard Chloe order him to put his gun away. The gunshot made Max flinch, sending a ring through her ears. Blood from Chloe’s wound quickly spurted out as Nathan desperately tried to wake her lifeless body up.

David Madsen barged in with an armed gun, his body almost going limp once he saw Chloe on the floor. He looked up to see Nathan with his arms up, begging for mercy.

“Son of a…” David dropped his weapon and lunged himself onto him. Nathan braced himself to soften the impact. David put him in handcuffs promptly, only to see Max sniveling in the corner of the bathroom. His eyes softened with sympathy as he pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt “Principal Wells…” he sucked in his tears “Come to the bathroom. A..And bring some officials. Please.” There was a faint echo from the beep of his device. Max felt as if it was safer to cry as much as she wanted. There was no one to hurt her. Not Nathan, and definitely not Mr. Jefferson. David stood up next to Nathan. “We’re um…we’re gonna let the real cops handle this.” He huffed, nudging Nathan with his foot “And the paramedics, they’ll take care of Chloe”. He wiped his eyes, doing his best to keep his composure in front of Max. “C’mon kiddo, follow me.” He assisted Max to her feet while she used her jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears from her face.

David shielded her as they exited the bathroom. Authorities and students crowded the area, their murmurs and chatter filling the air from all directions. He took them to a more open area, with only a few questionnaires continuing to follow them.

“Max? Hey! Max!” Max recognized that voice. She looked over her shoulder to see Warren’s head poking through at what had seemed to be her peers.

“Warren!?” She weakly called out, still latched on to David

“MAAAAX! HEY! I’m right here!” Warren started hopping up and down making himself visible

“Warren…” Max smiled broadly. Warren squeezed himself through the narrow crowd of students. Max and David both fully turned around together as Warren finally made his way through the maze of students. Max let go of David. “Oh my god..” She clung herself tightly around his torso. Warren then wrapped his left arm around her neck leaving his right hand to hold her head. Warren pulled away with both hands being on Max’s shoulders.

“Max, what happened? Are you okay?” Warren asked worriedly. Max studied Warren's features as they locked eyes. It had then it her that this was the boy she had kissed during chaos. He was the one who had assisted her with science tasks and stood by her side, yet he had no memory of any of those moments. This only made her more upset.

“Oh, Warren!” She blubbered. She buried her head into his shoulder and cried loudly. David awkwardly backed away and cleared his throat.

“Warren, correct?” He raised his eyebrow. Warren nodded patting Max’s back as she cried. “Okay, well uh, I think I’ll let you two go now.” He assertively tipped his hat. Warren gave him a thumbs up and watched him walk away. Warren and Max slowly broke away to see the commotion. Police sirens could be heard coming directly from the entrance of the school. Two police officers were escorting Mr. Jefferson down the stairs. Max found relief in seeing him taken into custody as soon as they could. They turned back to one another.

“You have some serious catching up to do” Warren chuckled softly. Max smiled, resting herself on him.

“I know, Warren.”