happy elmax week!!! this doesn’t really fit into one particular day’s theme, but the idea wouldn't get out of my head and this event seemed like good motivation so here we are <3
DATE: from the 28th of August to the 3rd of September but we’ll be accepting submissions up to 3 weeks after the event
RULES
Every work you submit must be tagged as #elmaxweek2023 so that we can see it and reblog it!
Any type of work can be part of the event! Submit everything and anything as long it has to do with our girls! Ofc
This is a romantic Elmax week not platonic. Also try to avoid Elumax, please. Your works can have minor or background relationships but the main pair must be Elmax.
Also please try to keep this SFW but if it isn’t, please tag the post as NSFW and hide it under the cut so that we know!
Avoid smut but if there is, again tag the work as such!
FANFIC PROMPTS:
Roomates AU
Rink-O’-Mania fix it (Max goes to Cali instead of Mike or both go to Cali together)
There’s something magical about summer. Being enveloped by the warmth of the sun, Helios shining down on us. El has never looked more beautiful, radiant and glistening under a thousand rays. There’s a brilliance in her eyes as she toppled over and rolled into me down the hill, her laughter bringing about warmth that could rival the sun’s. The days felt long, with a syrupy quality like molasses, but I remember everything. I remember the chemical smell of sunscreen, the shapes that the clouds took under our gaze, the feeling of her hand in mine as we cycled down an unfamiliar path. The flowers were in full bloom, but all I could see was her. And as she reached out to touch a petal of a lone daisy, it was almost as if the flower responded to her touch, and she’s just that magnetic. We ran wide-eyed down the fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The feeling of the freshly cut grass underneath my bare feet, I want to stay in it forever. I remember the clink of the ice cubes in our lemonade– too tart for my liking but I didn’t mind. I can still feel the ghost of her touch along my spine as I lay there on the checkered blanket that’s far too expensive for what it was. But now it’s almost the end of summer and all the ice cream has melted and the bubbles have burst and the ferris wheel has stopped, but she’s still here. She’s here in my embrace, and it’s better than any long walk on the beach that has our toes curling against the sand. El sighs as the sun sinks below the horizon like clockwork and paints the sky pink and orange in front of us. A parting gift of breathtaking wonder. I place a soft kiss on her head, playing with her hair, sending ripples of the last light of the day through the strands, “So… I’m guessing summer’s your favorite season, huh?”. And her sweet giggles are enough to emulate the feeling of the warm breeze in your hair for the next year, until the evenings are filled with a chorus of crickets chirping once again.