It was complicated from the start. Dani Moonstar and Madelyne Pryor were… well, let’s say they had a complicated relationship. Constantly bickering, exchanging sharp words, and occasionally glaring like the world was about to end—but somehow, you found yourself smack in the middle. And somehow, you found yourself shipping them, even though they were determined to make each other miserable.

You were at your small apartment when the first argument started. Dani leaned against the counter, arms crossed, brow furrowed. “I swear, you don’t think before you act,” she muttered, voice low but cutting.

Madelyne, perched on the edge of the sofa, tilted her head with that trademark smirk, flipping a strand of red hair over her shoulder. “Oh please. I think plenty. You’re just too stubborn to see it,” she shot back, voice teasing yet sharp, like a whip cracking in the room.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I don’t know why I even bother trying to mediate…”

But neither of them were paying attention. Dani took a step forward, dramatic, pointing a finger at Madelyne. “You’re impossible!”

“And you’re insufferable,” Madelyne countered, narrowing her eyes, but the glint of amusement betrayed her words.

It was exhausting. But oddly… exhilarating. You couldn’t deny the chemistry, the tension, the way their voices softened whenever the other wasn’t looking. You could see it. You could feel it. And for reasons you couldn’t entirely explain, you were hopelessly invested.

“So,” you interjected, stepping between them, hands raised in surrender. “You’re going to fight all night, or maybe… you could just talk?”

Dani groaned, throwing herself onto the sofa dramatically, but Madelyne’s smirk grew wider. “Talk? Where’s the fun in that?”

You huffed, settling onto the floor, curling your legs beneath you. “Fun? You two are literally impossible!”

The evening devolved into a blend of playful bickering and reluctant collaboration. Dani insisted on making hot chocolate, which somehow spilled over the counter, and Madelyne, in turn, started a mock-ritual with candles, muttering mystical words that made you flinch. “Are you trying to hex us?” you demanded.

“Maybe,” Madelyne shrugged, eyes sparkling. “Maybe not.”

Dani rolled her eyes, but a small grin tugged at her lips. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, but her tone lacked venom this time.

And then—somewhere between the spilled hot chocolate and accidental candle fire—you realized that their fight wasn’t really about hate. It was about care, about stubborn pride masking affection, about two people who just didn’t know how to admit they… wanted to be on the same side.

By the time the night ended, you were curled up on the couch, Dani and Madelyne on either side, bickering quietly about who got the blanket. You sat in the middle, content, thinking that maybe this chaotic, fiery, impossible bond between them wasn’t something to fix—it was something to watch, something to cherish, and maybe… just maybe… something to quietly hope for.

Even if they never admitted it.