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Strangeness in Arcadia	By : DarkWolves Category: +G through L > Life is Strange Views: 14334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Life is Strange and I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Strangeness in Arcadia
- 2-The Rebel and the Princess
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I started writing this after the release of Episode 4 so a lot of the plot elements run counter to the conclusion of Episode 5, the choices being either Chloe is dead or Arcadia Bay is destroyed. Given the rather grim implications which inevitably emerge from either of those scenarios I’m going to go ahead and say that this is based around a post-LiS AU where Chloe survived and Arcadia Bay was saved (Almost sickeningly saccharine I know, but what can you do).

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Chapter 2: The Rebel and the Princess

“Why am I dressed like this?”

Max and Chloe walked hand in hand through the bustling city streets, drawing the occasional curious glance from the people they passed by.
“I think we might be drawing a few sideways glances” Max admitted to her companion as they walked.
“You’re telling me people don’t see this kind of thing all the time in Seattle?” Chloe remarked, no doubt accompanied by her trademark sly grin. It was kind of hard to tell without being able to see her face.
“I think the guy at the Taco stand was a bit surprised to see us” Max replied.
Chloe reached up with her free hand to pass her gloved fingers through the long strands of Maxs hair. “I think he especially liked your new hairstyle”
“I like it” Max admitted, an idle flick of her neck bringing the style to life in an up wash of elegant follicles. “It’s just so difficult to keep it under control”
“Or maybe he was enjoying seeing you in that dress” Chloe’s arm descended to rest on Maxs back. “But I’m the only one who gets to savour you first hand” Chloe’s roaming hands swiftly grew amorous as she searched out her firm and shapely prize.
“Only once we get to the hotel” Max’s free hand reached back to wrap around Chloe’s wrist, keeping her partners busy fingers tightly under control. The soft, playful purr at the tail of Max’s offer was all that kept Chloe from descending into a spiral of madness as they continued down the street wrapped in each other’s arms.
Returning to their accommodation at the aptly named Max Hotel they approached the front desk. The young man manning the desk, short brown hair, freshly pressed uniform, presented himself as very much the spitting image of the model hotelier. Even as his gaze rose to meet them he maintained a professional demeanour, suggesting he had encountered such a spectacle before. With a warm greeting he returned their hotel key and wished them a pleasant visit. Max and Chloe passed through the lobby and stepped into the elevator to take them to their shared room.
“I’m telling you, I can’t take much more of this” Chloe freely admitted now that they were alone together.
“You mean the indisputable, underlying sexual tension between us?” Max asked.
“That too” Chloe replied with a snigger. “I mean having to wear this flappy cape all day” Chloe raised her arm from her side, feeling the weight of the material resisting her effort during the entire ascent. “And this collar just refuses to play ball here” Chloe’s hand reached up to readjust the collar of her outfit, something she had been doing with almost clockwork regularity throughout the entire day. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”
“Because I won Rock-Paper-Scissors” Max reminded her.
“Yeah but you cheated at that” Chloe accused.
“And how could I do that?” Max asked.
“Because you know I always choose rock” Chloe replied with a smile.
“Regardless” Max dismissed. “I won the game, so I got to choose the theme”
To her credit Chloe had done a fantastic job on her outfit, a full Zero costume including the extended fin mask and the long, flowing cape. Max choose the relatively understated design of the two of them, a flowing pink dress and cherry red wig making her the spitting image of Princess Euphemia Li Britannia. Although the two friends turned lovers had been into anime and video games since they were teenagers it took their reunion to rekindle their twin passions.
“Come on, you look amazing like that” Max said, clasping her lovers hand even tighter in hers. “You look really-”
“Don’t say cute!” Chloe shot back before the word could cross Max’s lips.
“But you are cute” Max chirped in response. “Now, come on, say it”
Chloe grumbled beneath her breath before relenting, she knew it was hopeless to resist from the start. “Death to Britannia!”
“Yay!” Max threw her arms around Chloe’s shoulders, planting a warm kiss on Chloe’s helmet where she guessed her lips to be. Beneath the mask Chloe mutely thanked her choice of the all concealing helmet if only for its ability to hide the swiftly reddening blush engulfing her cheeks. The elevator doors parted before them and Max leading Chloe hand in hand to their shared room, closing the door behind her.
“Ah, finally” Max sighed, slipping the heels from her feet. After spending the entire opening day of Sakura-con fighting to stay upright it baffled her why anyone would ever wear these things by choice.
Max ran her fingers through her cherry red hair, feeling the soft follicles glide between her fingers. Max had spent at least an hour this morning coercing her cosplay wig into place, concealing each stray brown hair only for Chloe to smugly point out yet another rebellious strand left to tame.
“Don’t take it off yet”
Max turned back to face Chloe, seeing her cosplayed lover standing coquettishly with her hand held to her hip. “I heard you’re the sub-viceroy your highness, Princess Euphemia Li Britannia”
Max caught onto the premise pretty swiftly. “It’s not an appointment I’m happy with” Max returned in her best attempt at royalty.
“No, that’s because Clovis was murdered” Chloe replied. “That was my handiwork. He begged pathetically to the end, begged with the same tongue which ordered the deaths of Elevens”
Max could hardly distinguish where the Chloe flair for showmanship ended and the Zero cosplay began. “So is that the reason why you killed my brother?” Max couldn’t resist a moment of overacting given the circumstances, throwing herself into her performance with as much gusto as she could muster.
“No” Chloe replied flatly.
“Then why?” Max pleaded.
“Because Clovis was an offspring of the Britannian Emperor” Chloe said slyly. “That reminds me…” a flash of her cape, a daring flourish as she drew her pistol from her belt. Although Max knew it was a replica, having helped draw up the designs while Chloe handled the metal work, in this moment it appeared almost unsettlingly real. “You’re one of his children too”
Chloe stepped forward to seize Max’s arm with her free hand in a firm but tender grip. Chloe had always been physically stronger, but Max knew Chloe would never do anything to hurt her. Chloe suddenly thrust Max backwards, throwing her off of her feet she stumbled back onto the bed with a bounce of the mattress beneath her.
“What do you intend to do with me?” Max felt Chloe’s insistent desire at her fingertips. If Chloe had her way she would have torn her lover’s clothes asunder and the entire act of love-making would be over in the space of a few frenzied minutes. Max, eager to preserve both the hard work committed to the creation of their costumes and the moment, insisted her Chloes rebellious desires be tempered.
Chloe’s fingers trailed down Maxs arms, feeling the soft material of her white sleeves as she circled her fingertips around the soft petals of the bright pink flowers tied around her elbows. Chloe clutched the seams of Max’s long white sleeves and withdrew the delicate material from her shoulders. With a swift and agile flourish Chloe tied Maxs hands together in front of her, binding them together in a hold from which there very much was the possibility of escape.
Chloe’s hands descended across Maxs front with renewed confidence, feeling the caress of the silky dress beneath her fingers. Chloe hooked her fingers beneath the lip of the cup of Maxs pink dress, a single pull was all that was necessary to release Maxs bosoms to the outside world. A shiver cascaded down Maxs spine as the cool air caressed her bare nipples to attention. The temperate climate was swiftly kept at bay by the press of Chloe’s palms, her dexterous fingers caressing and massaging Maxs tender mounds.
Max reached her bound hands up to hold Zeros mask in her hands, panting ragged breathes as she stared into the reflective sheen of the mask in front of her. “Who, who are you beneath that mask?”
Max lifted the guise by the tips of her fingers, revealing her lovers’ cherry red lips peeking out from beneath the cusp of the mask. As her lips approached she felt the warmth of her Chloes breath and Maxs single desire to press her lips against hers and feel-
A knock at the door froze Max in place.
“Room service”
The tenderness of the moment was shattered in an instant. Chloe climbed off of the bed, smoothing the furls of her cape as she stood up. Max’s mind scrambled to keep pace with events as they unfolded before her.
“I forgot to mention” Chloe interjected. “I took the liberty of ordering us some nibbles” Chloe replaced the Zero mask, her face disappearing beneath a film of reflective plastic.
“Chloe I-” Max stumbled over her tongue as she attempted to reply. Chloe walked across the room, unlocking the door with a mechanical click. Max struggled to pull the loose bed sheets up to cover herself, the thin material slipping through her shaking fingers to fall back onto the bed. Clutching the bedsheet to her front Max watched as the hotel attendant rolled the trolley into the room, a young woman with long red hair tied in a neat ponytail, a dash of light pink freckles across her nose.
Chloe followed closely behind her, wrapped in her long black cloak trailing idly in her wake. The attendant glanced across at Max with a smile. “Hello” In that moment Max could not comprehend the scale of her embarrassment, even as she secretly had to surrender to the existence of a tinge of exhilaration forming inside of her. Rolling the trolley to the foot of the bed the attendant retrieved a notebook from her waistcoat pocket. “I need one of you to sign for…”
Max glanced towards Chloe, she stood unwavering.
Of course, now of all times she chooses to practice her strong, silent routine.
Max loved Chloe with all her heart but in this moment she was seriously resisting the urge to throttle her smug-
“I’ll sign it” Max begrudgingly conceded, if only to see this embarrassing chapter in her life swiftly drawn to a close. The attendant walked around the bed towards her, Max reading the nametag ‘Sarah’ on her uniform. Max struggled to free her bound hand from underneath the cover while still managing to clutch her bedsheet to herself with the other. Max finally freed her hand, accepting the offered stylus as she wrestled to make something passing for a legible signature constrained as she was. The bedsheet slipped from between her crossed fingers, a flash of bare skin.
Satisfied with the illegible doodle Max quickly handed the pen back and pulled the cover back over herself, a frankly fruitless gesture by this point.
“Thank you” Sarah accepted the stylus back with a professionally averted gaze. “Enjoy your stay” Sarah departed the room and closed the door behind her.
The tension released from Maxs body in a moment, collapsing back onto the soft pillows behind her and allowing the cover to slip from across her front. Max lay on the bed and allowed the warm afterglow of one of the most daring experiences of her entire life cascade over her.
“Well” Chloe said. “That was certainly something”
“Chloe, for dog’s sake” Max panted. “That poor girl, what must she think of us?” Max wished she could muster herself to sound angry but the lingering exhilaration of the moment betrayed her true feelings.
Chloe, having learned the intricate subtleties which made up Max Caulfield through their shared time together, leapt upon the faintest hints without hesitation. Chloe crept forward to approach Max laying at the head of the bed. Max had to admit that Chloe knew just about everything there was no know about her. She knew exactly how far she could take things; the nerves she could caress to illicit the strongest reactions. And in turn Max knew the same for Chloe, swiftly turning the most badass rock chick of the northwest into a mewling kitten in her lap. Despite her spontaneity and devil may care approach to almost everything else in life Chloe remained ever attuned to Maxs feelings and always knew precisely where to draw the line.
“Fun though wasn’t it” Chloe said with a coy smile still concealed beneath her mask.
“She probably thought she had just stumbled into some crazy sex cult” Max said. “She looked like she expected us to invite her to join in”
“Now there’s an idea” Chloe sat down at the edge of the bed beside Max, seemingly debating whether she was going to admit it as a joke or not.
Max clutched a pillow in her hands, bringing it around in a wide curve in front of her as she launched her attack. The fumbled projectile missed its target by a thin margin, bouncing harmlessly off of the wall behind Chloe. “There is no need for violence, Miss Euphie” Chloe said, standing up to unclip her cloak from her shoulders and laid it down on the table. “I come bearing gifts”
Chloe rounded the end of the bed. “Now Maxine” Chloe knew how crazy it made Max to hear her full name spoken aloud, unbeknownst to her Max was reaching behind her back and preparing a fresh salvo. “What do you wish to find beneath this cover?” Chloe passed her gloved fingertips across the shiny, metal cover of the service tray. “Bacon Omelette, or Belgian Waffles?”
Max considered her answer. “Waffles” she replied with certainty. Chloe removed the cover with an exaggerated display. “A bit cliché, don’t you think?” Max said as she eyed the contents of the room service order.
“I knew you’d have an appreciation for the classics” Chloe admired the plate of freshly picked strawberries accompanied by a bowl of cream prepared for them.
“That’s really sweet and all, but tell me” Max held up her hands, still bound by her own long gloves. “How were you expecting me to eat like this?”
Chloe’s lips curved into a smile. Reaching out she plucked a strawberry from atop the mound of treats, tracing the soft tip along the curve of Maxs top lip. Despite the offering Maxs lips remained defiantly closed, as resistant as ever it seemed.
“I know how to unravel that unshakable will of yours” Chloe chuckled. Something about the familiar tone of Chloe’s voice spoken through the filter of the helmet was rather unsettling.
Chloe wiped her helmet from her head in a flurry of light blue hair, her left eye staring daggers into Max. “Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you” Chloes voice carried across the room with natural bravado. “To love me!”
Max cried out in faux panic, her thoughts being overtaken by the dastardly influence of Chloes insatiable charisma. Eventually her protests ceased as she fell back onto the bed, her spirit seemingly drained from her body.
“Now open up” Chloe cooed, teasing Max with the tip of the offered treat tracing through the air before her eyes. Maxs lips parted without resistance, accepting the delectable treat and allowing the sweet taste to cascade across her tongue.
Due to perhaps naivety, shyness or her underlying preference Max felt most comfortable in allowing Chloe to take the lead in their shared unions. Once more Chloe proved herself as brash, impulsive and free-spirited as ever. In reality a small part of Max wished she would live as unrestrained and effortlessly carefree without the bounds of conscience and taboo. At least for the moment it seemed as though Max was destined to once more play the Jiminy Cricket in their-
No.
In an instant Max decided she was going to be the one to take charge in this instant. While Chloe had been distracted Max had slipped her bindings, perhaps the only time in her life she was grateful for her slim, girlish wrists. With her hands free Max clasped onto Chloe’s shoulders, utilising the element of surprise to gain the upper hand over her taller and stronger counterpart. Max turned Chloe over on the bed and pinned her underneath her. Perhaps it was the costume, something about playing the role of another person, which allowed her to find the confidence within herself to take the lead.
“Please, Zero” Max pleaded. “I do not wish for there to be any more conflict between us”
Chloe was taken aback by the sudden shift in the dynamic. “Ma- Euphie, what’s gotten into you?”
“It is my responsibility to preserve the dignity and honour of the Royal Family” Max continued unabated.
Chloe had secretly had something of a thing for the shy maiden archetype, perhaps helping to explain what had helped ignite the spark between her and Max in the first place. But seeing this other side to Max, this newfound display of confidence was both unexpected and exhilarating in equal measure.
“I do not wish to see us fight one another” Max continued. “I seek only for there to be peace. Please”
Chloe couldn’t help but smile that even in this most bizarre of situations Max continued to say ‘Please’. A very enduring Max Caulfield quality.
“I know that there is another way other than through conflict” Max said. “Close your eyes”
Chloe’s eyes fluttered closed as a symbol of trust between the star-crossed lovers. “I rather like this new, assertive side of you. She should come out to play more often”
Max reached out to pluck a fresh strawberry from atop the mound of sweetened treats, placing the delectable indulgence between her lips she leant forward to press the tip to Chloe’s accepting lips. Chloe traced the tip of her tongue along the soft curve of the ripe strawberry before biting the tasty offering in half. “You show your peace well, Princess Euphemia”
“Sometimes a small gesture of good faith can go a long way” Max cooed softly, tracing her finger tips across the curve of Chloe’s front. Max held the zip of Chloes elegant purple waistcoat between her fingers, drawing it slowly down across her front savouring the slow, mechanical crunch as the teeth separated. The separation of the finely detailed coat revealed a simple black cotton t-shirt beneath. Max stifled back a soft giggle at the emergence of the perky tips of Chloes nipples from beneath the thin material. Max could hardly resist as she reached down to trace the tip of her finger across the sensitive nub, years of gaming experience finally coming into their own as her dexterous fingers traced circles around the swiftly hardening nipples. Satisfied that she had sufficiently brought her partner closer towards the dizzying heights of ecstasy Max renounced her attentions from Chloes covered nipples and set about descending the curve of her flat stomach.
Max peeled away the hem of Chloes top, unleashing the rolling plains of her flat stomach towards the gentle rise of her breasts. “And you still owe me for the stunt with the room service girl”
“Maybe a little” Chloe replied sheepishly.
The truth was that Chloe had merely intended to spend the day with her friend turned lover Max Caulfield, recalling old nostalgias and celebrating the chance encounter which had been their revived first meeting. But, for whatever reason, at the end of the day after exhausting all subtext and undercurrent she had decided to act on impulse. Now she found herself enjoying the bounty of her choice.
With feline agility Max crept backwards across the bed, her eyes never daring to break from Chloes as she made her descent. Max reached down to grip the clasp of Chloes belt, her agile fingers whisking the belt away as one less barrier to her advance. Maxs fingers slipped beneath the lip of Chloes pants, the tender warmth rising up to greet her as she traced her fingers across the boundary of Chloes underwear. Maxs fingers hooked underneath the lip of Chloes pants drawing it down to reveal the dark material of Chloes boy shorts.
With her path now clear Max leant down to press her moistened lips to Chloes stomach, the tickling caress sending an involuntary shiver cascading through Chloes body. Max left a trail of well-placed kisses as she made her approach, catching the lip of Chloes shorts on her chin and pulling them away. Max found herself suddenly immersed in the heat and unique scent of her lover. Max pressed her lips to Chloes, the sudden shiver of excitement causing Chloe to reach around and clutch Max tighter in her arms.
Chloe closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lost as Max roamed as freely as she desired. Chloe savoured the chance for them to finally be together without outside complications or interruptions. And for her willingness to open herself she was swiftly rewarded with one of the most overwhelming orgasms she had ever experienced.

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Max and Chloe lay together beneath the sheets, basking in the warm afterglow of their shared orgasm. Max was the first to break the silence. “Come to think of it, weren’t Euphemia and Lelouch actually brother and sister?” Max queried.
“And you decided to bring this up now because…” Chloe asked quizzically.
“Don’t know” Max shuffled across the bed, nuzzled herself closer to her lover. “I just thought it was weird considering, you know, what we just did”

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I was originally planning to release a Kate / Max chapter but so far my attempts to write it have been hampered by my decision to change a fundamental aspect of the story which, while making it very similar, completely changes the way the set-up is established. Only once I started getting that underway did I realise I preferred the original idea and decided to salvage what I could and change the story back. So, in the meantime, here’s some Max and Chloe cosplay instead.
When I first came up with the idea of a Code Geass cosplay story I had envisioned Chloe being the one to play Euphemia solely for the mental image of the punk-rock girl wearing long flowing dress and long pink hair. In the end I decided to have Chloe play the role of Zero as it seemed to better match her personality as the rebel with a cause, concealing their true feelings beneath masks and a secret history which continually drives them to the extreme and brings them into conflict with those around them including those they consider allies.
Max on the other hand plays Euphemia, caught in the middle of other people’s conflicts, trying to make the best of everything going on even as she’s being railroaded to do some incredibly terrible things (Anyone who has seen the Code Geass knows just how deep that rabbit hole goes).
Who knew there were so many parallels between completely unrelated series.
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