#elmax fic

Stranger Things x httyd

i wrote an elmax carmilla one shot

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it takes place after the events of st5 (with the implication that jane survived)!

nancy and max take turns being the narrator every other chapter, and there are parallel ronance and elmax storylines!

The royal family’s on a ship, ship gets wrecked, max nearly drowns but el saves her. fast forward to later, she trades her voice to become a human like the story goes, but when she washes up on shore, max or someone who’s hopper equivalent finds her and brings her back to the palace where the king and queen instantly love her because she’s gorgeous and invite the strange foreign girl to stay. however, i can’t do a sappy love story without angst personally so then, surprise! the king and queen “politely” encourage their son, the prince, and el to get married, going on and on about how beautiful they’d be together and you get the gist. this whole time, max and el are getting closer, spending time together, max is teaching her all about living on land (without knowing she was a mermaid) and they’re falling in love.

bonus points if you include any of these:

• canon el has a complicated relationship with femininity and looking pretty which is why i think it would be so beautiful to include a quote that goes “i think you’d make a beautiful bride” or something along those lines when el’s trying on her wedding dress

• if the prince is mike as fits canon (don’t villainize him please, that’s no fun and so overdone) it would be so fun if he was queer coded in this as well

• also if mike is included, if he makes an effort to fulfill his obligation of marriage but not of being a husband (getting to know the woman he’s about to marry) then big fat gold star for you

• keep max’s less gender conforming character traits like her hobbies and the clothes she likes to wear but in a medieval context like horse racing for fun or even fencing (bonus bonus point if she’s training buddies with lucas or something)

• her home in the ocean resembles the lab to some degree

-> relationship that challenges social norms/conformity

i will do anything to avoid continuing chapters of fics i already have out, and i continue to write new oneshots instead.

“S-P,” Lucas repeats, mulling it over. “Any coffee left?” “Yes,” El says, “but you can only have it if you answer the sports clue.” “Don’t know it. Give me a different one.” “El, what’s the V one again? Why is there a V there?” “Because of 69-Down. ‘Numbered rd.,’ three letters. Abbreviation for road. We put avenue.” “Avenue is not three letters,” Lucas points out. El and Max make the same face, but El makes sure to point it directly at Lucas with enough judgy force for the both of them. “You are clearly a crossword imbecile.” 

Byler + Elmax | T | 1.7k | WIP

Madwheeler friends scene ✨

Im traveling so im thinking abt mike traveling 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ wrote this on my notes app in my hotel bed because i woke up at 2am n couldn’t fall back asleep, its just a random scene from a wonder twins alt band living in California with byler + elmax hc i have been daydreaming abt. Its college AU, blind max, jane lives, alt will, author mike, what else can i say LOL! Will i ever write this fic idkkkkkkk but here is snarky friends madwheeler both in weird yearning for their gay crushed as a treat 🤲🏽✨

Alsoooo i think the formatting might be weird but the app isnt cooperating soooo im gona ignore that for now but sorry i hate bad formatting…

His phone pinged , the caller ID sliding up off his screen and he was greeted with a blur of orange curls

“Jesus Wheeler could you take any longer to answer.”

Ah yes charming as always. He leaned back from his desk.

“Well hi to you too. What do you want?”

Max tossed her phone down making the video on Mike’s screen spin as she patted around, finally lifting a simple cropped tanktop up to the camera

“What color is this shirt?”

Mike groaned loudly glaring at the offending shirt and its owner “Seriously that what your calling for? I’m busy!”

Max clicked her tongue, shook her shirt to punctuate every next word out of her mouth.

“Trust me if I could have called anyone else I would have. So Mr unemployed you going to tell me the color or…”

“I AM NOT UNEMPLOYED.” Mike sputtered

“Could have fooled me.”

“For the last time just because I work from home doesn’t mean I’m not working.” He gestured broadly at his mess of a desk. The whole thing covered. Pages he tore out of his manuscript, a graveyard of sticky notes from his last meeting with his agent, reference books, a thesaurus, and a handful of notebooks all cluttered together around him. Not that his phone camera actually captured any of it. Not that it would have mattered if it did. Uhg.

“Phew touched that nerve again!” Max waved her hand about as if Mike’s irritation was hers to dismiss. “Look just tell me about this shirt and I’ll let you get back to your little fan fiction.”

“IM A SCIFI AUTHOR.”

“Yah a but now your writing a fansy book? And its YOUR fantasy mind you.”

“Im hanging up.”

As soon as the line clicked off its ringing again. Mike groaned, picking up before it even got to the second ring.

“What.” He ground out.

“Can you just be useful, only one of us has eyes.”

“Yah and I’m rolling mine, just so you know.” Mike leaned into the phone screen to get a better look “uhhh thats an orange shirt.”

“What kind of orange?”

“Like brick orange, like clash with your hair ornage.”

Max groans now, tossing it behind her “god I cant find fucking anything recently. Fuck.”

She sets her phone down and stomped back to her open closet hand dragging over the sleeves of her hung shirts. At this angle mike could see the tension drawn up between her shoulders, her hair frizzy and unbrushed, a large pile of clothes on the floor. The word fuck had taken a weird shape when it came out of her mouth, it wasn’t funny or sarcastic or particularly clever. It came out of her sharp and hot and painful. Mike knew that fuck, and so he swallowed down all his teasing.

“Max.”

She ignored him, staring to yank more clothes off their hanger in frustration.

“Oy dont leave me on preverbial read! Come get me!” Mike demanded. Max turned to him with an unimpressed face, but he could see it wasn’t as steady as it should be. Max was too tough to have that despondent look. And maybe she knew that deep down too because she conceded and walked back to him.

“I have to go Wheeler.”

“What the fuck! You call me instead of using one of those “be my eyes” apps and dont even use my premium services!? Whats the point!”

Max snorts but it felt off. The line going quiet for a long minuet both of them thinking about who is going to presses the raw spot they are both flitting about.

“El is suposed to come get me in 30 minuets we are going out. “

“Going out?”

“Look at that Mike Wheeler can hear at least.”

“Going out on a date?” He pressed again

“Wouldnt you like to know?”

“Obviously thats why I asked.”

And something seemed to soften, her sadness closer to the surface but also something else, it sort of took the shape of longing, and Mike would name it ribbingly, if it didnt make his own skin crawl when he saw it on his own reflection in the mirror.

Max sighed “I’d like to know too.”

“Is that what you want?” Mike asked with an equally gentle tone. Wondering how lately their conversations always came back here.

“Who knows, not everyone is as decisive as you Mr party leader.”

Mike chose to igonre that comment. And did his best to shove down all his other questions. Max had heard them 100 times before. And she seemed frustrated to the point of doing something they might both regret so he held onto it for next time.

“Just take me to your damn closet already I’ll find your stupid shirt.”

“Fine.”

They bickered for a while longer, Mike’s voice crackling out of her beat up iphone speakers. As he looked through her closet. Mike may not have the best fashion taste but he could describe things well and at the vey least was good at picking out matching colors.

At some point Max propped up her phone against a dresser and the bickering turned into full on screaming. This was also not out of their norm.

“OH MY GOD DON’T JUST STRIP!”

“Don’t look pervert.”

“WARN A GUY!”

“Honesty this is sounding more and more like a sited problem and not my problem.”

But usaully at this point Max would sigh, and say “I don’t know what your complaining about Lucas doesn’t complain”, and then Mike would wretch and say “I’m pretty sure Lucas would care about me seeing this.” And theyd both laugh and shed turn away

But that was a raw spot now too. They had decided to separate about a year ago but had still managed to get tangled up in their on-again-off-again hookups and emotional intimacy crap. In a horrible painful long process. Those two still texted every day, but had been doing a pretty good job of being just friends this month. Where they did a bad job Mike did his best to fill in the gaps.

Both of them had been his best friends for a long time. Lucas of course longer but still Mike wasnt picking sides. He was picking being a friend. Like he always did.

And as a good friend he has watched this /thing/ blooming between Max and El for as long as he remembered. And in her moving on from Lucas phase this /thing/ had become a primary topic of discussion. Mike was all for it. If someone who was in love with their best friend deserved to be happy it was those two. But like Max had said to Lucas, love wasnt about what one wanted or didnt want. It was about doing everything you could to keep your loved ones as safe and as happy as possible. It was about prioritizing someone else and hoping they priorited you back. Even when the outcome was painful. That was love.

Max and El loved each other regardless of want, and Mike was watching the long messy process of them figuring out what the outcome of that love might be.

“Ok Wheeler I dont think your opinion counts enough to tell me if I look good but atleast tell me if this outfit matches.”

“Would it be so hard to be nice to me?”

“Mm i think it would be.”

“It matches” Mike sighed.

Max did look nice save fer her frizzy hair she clearly abused in all her afternoon frustration. Her acid wash shorts brush mid thigh revealing her long beat up freckled legs, short loose threads dangling around the hem on each thigh. A simple black belt loops around her accentuating the inward curve of her waist. Tucked in to it is a light purple tank top with a dark purple trim. She has thrown s simple button up over it and Mike knows it wont survive 2 hours before shes tied it around her waist. A small stack of thin silver necklaces drip from her neck and a collection of thick silver rings line her fingers. She looks good, she looks like Max. El will love that.

“Have you started packing yet? You’re coming to California in like 3 days?” Max throws out as she straightens the tuck of her shirt

Mike presses farther into his desk chair. “I know I know! I havent packet yet I’ve been so busy with my stupid agent. That guy is litrally an unskipable youtube add personified.”

“Ah, and who said you weren’t a poet.” Max rolled her cloudy eyes, “Your procrastinatating Wheeler.”

“Am not.”

“Sure, sure. Because this has nothing to do with seeing Will for the first time in 9 months”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Im just pointing out you havent seen Will since he got his new boyfriend.”

He hated the way she over enunciated the word boyfriend. Hated it so much he worried for a second he might be homophobic towards Will except…

“Ok? And like I said I’ve been busy” he defended himself.

“You’ve never been too busy for Will.”

Mike sucked his teeth. And so what if he didnt wana see what cruddy guy was taking up all of Will’s time. AND ! SUE HIM! Mike had put a lot of effort into letting Will go, in not forcing his feelings on the other so Will could be happy.

Love wasnt about what you wanted or didnt want. Mike had to remind himself that. It was about the other person being happy. And Mike wanted that for Will more than he was allowed to want Will for himself.

“Look im just saying I think you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep going on the way you are Mike.”

Max had done it first. Stuck her grubby fingers in the raw spot. Fuck.

“Too late.” Mike muttered and wished he hadn’t. Because Max was blind not deaf, as she had reminded him many times. “See you in a few days Max. Have a good date.”

He didn’t wait to hear what she had to say, she was giving him that pittying look already. And so he hung up. The silence in his childhood room far too loud. He tipped his head back letting his chair spin aimlessly.

He really did need to pack.

**Authors note:

Ahhh thanks for reading🥹 like i said not sure if ill ever write this idea in a full fic but might post little drabbles here and there. Plussssss i love madwheeler friendship sm!! Ahh oki back to vacation 👋🏽

Other adult bylers come find me on bluesky, ao3 & in DMs :)