Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

Maxwell Lord-I Can Be Your Wish

Where Maxwell steals the dream stone, but you convince him that he doesn't need it.

All he needs is you.

Some minor swearing. And some major angust.

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Maxwell has been acting really strange lately. You don't know what's going on with him. But you're worried.

He's been in such a funk lately, always moaning to you about how he's nothing but a loser and that nobody cares about him. Uh, hello? What are you? Chopped liver?

Apparently.

Poor Maxwell. He's been working so hard for everything. But you also know that if his investors in his Black Oil Company, pull out, he's pretty much sunk.

You wish there was some that you could do to make him feel better. Although, sometimes you get the impression that he likes wallowing in his misery.

That he likes having little pity parties for himself. Why? You haven't the foggiest idea.

Max was telling you about something at the museum, but you only halfway heard his ramblings. You were trying to help him with some work related stuff and not listening to his maniacal rants.

"Y/N!" Maxwell's voice snaps at you. You look at him. He seems slightly... irrational.

"Mr. Lord, you really need to finish this paperwork."

"Screw the paperwork!" Maxwell growls, spinning around abruptly and striding away from you. You sigh. If only Maxwell could see just how much you love him for who he is already.

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Maxwell has convinced you to attend some ridiculous gala for the museum. And once you're there, how does he repay your loyalty?

By sneaking away with one of the one people who work at the museum! A beautiful blonde. You try not to cry as you watch them slip away.

You decide if that's how Maxwell wants to play things, then you're officially through with his crap.

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You're halfway home when you realize that you forgot to put away the file that Maxwell was supposed to sign earlier. Crap!

With a heavy sigh, you ask the cab driver to turn around and head back to the office. You thank him and pay him double for his troubles.

Once you reach the office, you unlock the front door and head straight for the elevator, getting in and pressing the button for the fifth floor, where Maxwell's office is located.

You get a surprise, though, as you exit the elevator and start down the hallway towards Maxwell's office. You frown. There's a faint light on in there.

Did Maxwell forget to shut off a desk lamp? Probably. He was in such a big rush to get to the museum so he could sneak away and start making out with that slutty blonde.

You push the door open and...much to your shock, Maxwell is sitting behind his desk, holding something. He's so preoccupied with this thing, that he doesn't even take notice of your presence.

"Maxwell?"

He jumps, clutching the, well whatever it is, that is, breathing heavily, as though he's been running.

"What are you doing?" You demand. "And what is that thing?"

Maxwell stands, this strange maniacal look in his brown eyes. He's clutching that strange thing as he approaches you. You take a step backwards, nearly tripping over a chair.