#4433 fic idea

[voidstappen]

4433 NightHood AU

-- MAX VERSTAPPEN AS JASON TODD/RED HOOD --

-- LEWIS HAMILTON AS DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING --

I don't make the rules - majestic pretty boy Lewis has to be acrobatic pretty boy Dick while grumpy nerd Max has to be undead nerd Jason

[voidstappen]

Cat Max

“It’s not that wet” 

(via)

[onboardsorasora]

5 times people thought Daniel was dating max or Lewis and the 1 time they figured out Daniel was actually dating Lewis AND Max

Oooohhh

Daniel seen by one of the mechanics leaving Lewis’ motor home late one night when the team broke curfew to work on a car

Daniel throwing his neck out to laugh insanely at Max’s deeply unfunny joke while resting in Max’s personal space

Daniel seen going onto Max’s floor of the hotel when they get to Miami, with all of his suitcases

Daniel photographed wearing a bomber jacket that Lewis wore the year before to the paddock. Fans spotted the 44 on the cuff

Roscoe running across the paddock to get to Daniel who kneels down easily and happily gives Roscoe pets.

+1

A grainy video from a club surfaces. It’s dark and the person clearly zoomed in to a corner where 3 people are dancing- grinding on each other. The one in the middle kisses the man in front of him before lazily turning to kiss the other. There is a pause and something whispered in an ear. Then the person in the middle throws their head back and laughs in a very familiar way.

There is a joint social media post from three accounts requesting that fans respect their privacy.

[hertwood]

[mish-tique]

I'm doing kinktober (AGAIN) - and I'm doing requests (AGAIN)

Hi guys! Cannot believe the year flew by this fast. But, as the title states, I will be doing kinktober again and I thought it was time to prepare - and thus see if you guys had any requests. Below the "read more" option is the whole list of kinks you can pick from!

How to request; send an ask with the following information:

Which day // which kink(s) // which ship/solo character // your idea (can be plot, universe, etc etc)

Ships I write: max/charles, max/carlos, max/lando, max/lewis, carlos/lando, lando/max fewtrell, charles/max/carlos, lando/max/carlos. In case the ship you were thinking about is not in this list, feel free to drop in a comment to confirm if I really do not write them.

This post will be updated with requested info and you are allowed to add to information already on here!

*When a prompt is��bolt it means this kink is chosen for that day (if you wonder why some days have less options, it's because I removed the kinks that are hard no's for me)

*If you want to see what has been talked about, or the specifics of the given prompts, please check out the hashtag #missha's kinktober '23

Leather & Latex |Pegging -> versainz + charles

Roleplay | Inflation | Titfucking -> nortrell

Bootworship | Hate Sex -> lestappen (angry Charles)

Rimming | Prostitution -> 4433, also overstimulation

Collaring | Sweat -> 4433, also master/slave

Dubcon | Frottage | Chastity -> charlos

Virginity | Waxplay | Stuck in Wall -> nortrell

Breeding | Master & Slave -> part 1 = max/carlos/lando (max getting pregnant) , part 2 = carlando

Glory Hole | Lactation | Stripping -> lestappen, charles going feral over max lactating while pregnant.

Fucking Machine | Praise Kink -> carlando, carlos discovers lando's praise kink

Petplay | Humiliation | Sensory Deprivation -> 4433, blindfolds

Medical Play | Somnophilia | Costumes -> 4433, lewis comes home late from an event to see max all ready for him

Size Difference | Heartbeat -> strollonso

Armpit | Orgasm Denial | Cloning & Selfcest -> lestappen (maffia au)

Shotgunning | Temperature Play -> carlando, brother's best friend

Double Penetration in One Hole | Gags | Public -> max/carlos/charles; charles' birthday celebration on a boat

Threesome or moresome | Fisting -> lewis/max/fernando

Body Modification | Spanking -> lestappen, punishment for the following day

Uniform | Exhibitionish & Voyeurism -> carlando, watching each other

Watersports | Mind Control | Foodplay -> strollonso

Panties & Lingerie | Tentacles -> lestappen

Intercrural Sex | Bondage -> versainz, short on time

Collaring | Deepthroating & Facesitting -> lestappen

Sex Toys | Oviposition | Crossdressing -> nortrell

Human Furniture | Pregnancy | Edgeplay -> lestappen

Masturbation | Overstimulation -> mayhaps carlando w pregnancy and edging

Double Penetration in Two Holes | S&M

Daddy & Mommy | Body Worship | Cockbulge -> max/carlos/lando

Incest | Breathplay -> lestappen, discovering their love for choking

Free Use | Overstimulation -> max x everyone, for the 3rd wdc

Combination of any of the above, or free day -> versainz somnophilia

Bonus activities i'm mayhaps doing:

writing a sequel to this fic from last year's kinktober

Charles masturbating and self discovery!

max/oscar mind control

[voidstappen]

So many ideas for Max in the Urbex Killer AU 😩

Max Verstappen © Whatever It Takes

[dearlexies]

ok, I deleted the other post because god there a lot of typos (don't rely too much on Google translator) sooo i finally plucked up the courage to write a 4433 au, the problem is i had ideas for 8 different aus but i have serious focus and organization issues so i wanted to focus on just 1. Some are just ideas that haven't been written yet, others are already 1 or 2 chapters, others are just the name and a poorly done synopsis. I separated my favorites (and most likely to be made) and I want you to decide which one I should focus on.

1- something started in a getaway car

In this one Jos is forcing Max to have an arranged marriage, but ofc he doesn't want that, so on the day of the wedding Max runs away and ends up getting into Lewis' car, which is cool enough to drive him a long way away. Lewis takes him to a small town and temporarily shelters Max in his house while he is on the run from his father. As the days go by, Max begins to enjoy life away from the city as he slowly falls in love with Lewis and the quiet life he has.

Important information: long-fic, anxiety, past child abuse, single dad Lewis, parental neglect, kinda coffee shop au, found family, probably will be a series with fics of the other drivers.

2- Delicate

This would be after the Vegas GP where Max e Lewis have been in a secret relationship for years until at a party Max ends up drinking too much and ends up making posts on Twitter that imply that he is not straight. his and rbr PR team takes care of this, deleting the posts, paying journalists to not spread this information, and ofc Max says this is just a misunderstanding and that he was hacked, because he wasn't ready to come out. Everything was fine, the dust below and he even thought people had forgotten about it, that is until just as the 2024 season is about to start, pictures of him kissing another man appear. Now the media is on him like hungry sharks, his father is pissed off and is trying to disown him, and all Max wants is Lewis but at the same time he is terrified of dragging him into the madness his life has become, especially knowing everything that the media had done with Lewis over the years, so he tries to pull away and leave him alone even though I know it's not right.

Important information: Long-fic, established relationship, secret relationship, forced coming out, homophobia, anxiety, a little bit of miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, probably a series with fics of others drivers

3- I'm the reporter, baby, you could be the news

Max is a reporter who is covering his first Formula 1 GP, he ends up being responsible for interviewing the drivers who went to the podium and everything was fine until Lewis started looking at him with these lovely eyes, as if were looking at the most beautiful person in the world (like he does in THAT interview) Max doesn't notice at the time because he's so nervous and just trying to do the best he can so he's not really paying attention to Lewis or his answers, but then he comes home and he gets a text from daniel asking if he and lewis were dating and he's super confused because he had never talked to Lewis before, Max asks Daniel where he got the idea and he starts sending out a bunch of twitter posts of people asking who was the reporter and why Lewis was looking at him like that. So he looks at his interview trying to pay more attention to Lewis and he can't deny it, he looks at Max like he's the most beautiful person in the room. When they meet again it's kinda weird, but Max tries to be a little more open in communication and even tries to joke with Lewis about it, and when he flirts and Max blushes the fans go wild and start shipping them and getting really interested in this.

Important information: long-fic, angs/comfort, media being media, stalker (not lewis or max) cyberbullying, past toxic relationship, homophobia

4- We never go out of style

Max is a photographer who gets a last-minute work call to photograph a famous designer's newest collection, he accepts without a second thought, for the money ofc. there he meets a man, who he assumes is one of the models because of his beauty, he's really nice and for some reason is flirting with him?? Max doesn't understand why such a handsome model would be interested in a clumsy photographer like him, but that doesn't stop him from flirting back. While talking with him Max confesses that he didn't like that designer's collection, the model explains the clothing concept, but still Max didn't seem to like it, he looks a little offended but doesn't say anything. When the photo shoot finally ends, Max asks George (who had called him offering the job) why that model was the only one who wasn't being photographed and he reveals that he is not a model but actually the designer Lewis Hamilton. So Max runs over to apologize to him, but of course Lewis still looks a little pissed off. They have a small argument, with Lewis saying that Max has a very close mind for fashion and that he is not able to see the cultural and political messages behind the clothes, Max trying to make a joke (and get them to end this fight on good terms) says that Lewis should teach him about this complex and political world of fashion, and Lewis sees that as a challenge and doesn't think twice before invites Max to the louis vuitton fashion week in Paris.

Important information: long-fic, one bed, slow-burn, mentions of ed, anxiety, past toxic relationship, racism, mentions of transphobia, homophobia

[ilyarozanove]

Fic writer interview

thank you for the tag! @laura1633 🥰

How many works do you have on AO3?

6 but two of them are fanarts

What's your total AO3 word count?

10,089

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

-Scary kitten

-Is he pretty?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Because I want to yap about Lestappen . But I don’t think I’ll always respond in the future if I wrote many works cause I’m a lazy person 😭

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t write angsty endings , I use ao3 to run away from the reality so why would I make it sad 😂

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

All of them

Do you write crossovers?

No

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes . And I think I’ll receive more in the future cause I’ll write the weirdest shit .

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I wrote it one time and it was about a piss kink lol . But I’m planing on writing more especially omegaverse .

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I’m planning on it.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Lestappen!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Soooo many!

What are your writing strengths?

I have a big imagination so I never ran out of ideas

What are your writing weaknesses?

My English isn’t my mother language so it’s so hard to write right now

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don’t think I will

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

F1

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

4433

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Scary kitten

[babybulls15]

I am struggling to wrap my head around it, but apparently I managed to actually write stuff over the week AND remembered that today is Sunday! So with those two wins under my belt, I am proud to present another six sentences to you!

All of them are part of my ongoing quest to get shit done for All-Ships-Ship-Week in October, so I'm counting that as another win! One of the fics (the one from last week) is almost done as well! (At least the part for the Ship-Week, because I do have more ideas for it, but absolutely 0 time lol)

Anyways, this week, we are jumping to Day 6 with some lovely 4433! Because everything else is still mostly blurry, but this one started its life as a general idea that just perfectly fit the prompt! Problem is, it's already pretty long and I am scared I'll get lost in it and just have nothing for the other 4 days...but well we'll cross that bridge when we come to it I guess. Until then, enjoyyy!!

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They kept meeting. Sometimes by chance and sometimes not. Neither of them giving much thought to it. After all, they were not long-distance relationship kind of people and this was just harmless fun. Until it wasn’t. Because turns out, they were apparently also not friends-with-benefits kind of people – falling for each other at a pace and velocity neither of them had ever experienced.

✨Stats✨

working title Car's Outside (because it do be a song-fic)

currently standing at 2575 words

I'm hoping to finish it until day 6 of the ship week (the 26.10...oh...oh no...wish me luck)

If you read any of this just know that I'm very grateful for you!! Thank you for giving me the time of day, I'm so glad you exist!! 💗💗💗

[puzzlebean]

I may have another 4433 fic idea... Something taking place in the future. Max and Lewis have both stopped racing and run into each other again (maybe Lewis has a racing related job and Max is invited to a track? maybe Max is a single dad and his kid looks up to Lewis? maybe it's just a random encounter?). And they go for drinks/to one of their houses to catch up and realise they both used to have feelings for each other and decide they might as well give it a shot.

I have my opening line in mind too: No one has seen Max Verstappen in years.

[voidstappen]

The idea of Max being Red Hood and Lewis being Nightwing 👀

Because let's see the connections - Max has been treated as the villain this whole time while just trying to get revenge. Lewis, meanwhile, has to deal with the complications their connection and history brings, as he's often seen as the "Golden Boy Wonder" of F1!!

[f-ferrari-forever]

Your titles are making me laugh. 🤣 Dare I request "Cat Max thing" and "shit series 5"? 🤭

Dare I say I don’t fully remember? Okay, kidding, mostly.

Cat Max thing is a very short beginning to *that* crazy idea we discussed with Aya for the Christmas fic, aka Max can shapeshift into a big cat and Charles cuddles him. Was the polar bear meant to be Carlos? 100% true to this day.

When Charles wakes up, something soft and warm is nuzzling his face.

His bleary eyes can just make out a fluffy, yellow fabric pressing up against his skin. It even makes a faint, buzzing sound, almost like a static lullaby. Charles sighs, content, giving in to that soothing touch. Compared to the dry patches painfully tightening on the left side of his face, his right cheek feels like baby skin; it's possibly the most comfortable pillow he's ever slept on.

Perhaps Andrea slipped it in his suitcase, and Charles, jetlagged and sleepy, tossed it on the bed along with his fuzzy socks. He cuddles up to it, sliding his fingers through the unbelievable fine threads. It feels almost—furry?

Confused, Charles delivers a few hesitant pats.

The pillow hisses back.

Charles leaps to his feet, fumbling for the light switch as images of polar bears and severed limbs flood through his mind. In his haste, he forgets about the stupid wooden headboard and bangs his head so hard he sees stars.

He gets a strangely worried "Meow?" in response.

shit series 5 is actually a very funny story. Back when I first joined the fandom, I wrote a 4-part 4433 series in which they try to get over their problems through bds*, and they fail spectecularly at it (there’s actually zero fun times in it, it’s just angst). Anyway, this was back in the days when my view was really biased. Max is actually more or less based on Kaz Brekker (wtf, 2021 Pi?). Hence, shit series.

So, shit series 5 was born after Aya read the original 4. Spoiler alert: lestappen is endgame even in my 4433 series. It’s meant to explore the relationship between Max and Charles, and how different it is from Lewis and Max, while 4433 become really good friends. Didn’t get that far in this one either, but here’s a snippet:

Taking Jimmy and Sassy for a walk, is frankly speaking, a biohazard in the making. A biohazard for Max’s sanity, that is.

Jimmy tugs on the leash whenever they pass another animal, eager to befriend just about anything that moves and blinks his way. Sassy, his vicious protector, growls and bites at anyone that dares to come within half a meter of her brother. Max wants to claw his eyes out.

He lacks Charles's patience and has no desire to develop it. Holding Jimmy in an honest to God baby-carrier draped over his chest so the cat can’t escape is no way in hell an option. Max may love the kitties to pieces, but he has his limits.

So when Jimmy acquires a new friend, in the shape of an adorable little bulldog, Max wants to scream. Thankfully, Sassy takes care of it instead. What she doesn’t do, however, is chase Jimmy around the park until she is out of breath. That, regrettably, is reserved for Max.

He reaches Jimmy just as the bulldog starts licking his head, clearly smitten by his new feline friend. The Jimmy effect, Charles would joke. Sassy arches her back as soon as her little eyes rest on the scene ahead, her leash still securely clutched in Max's fingers. He pants out a “No,” but it’s more of a wheeze. Sassy hisses back.

“Your cats are crazy, man,” the dog’s owner informs him, as if it’s supposed to be news to Max. He chuckles, and it turns into full-blown laughter when he meets the man’s eyes.

Of fucking course this would happen to me.

Warm brown, filled with the shock of recognition, flanked by finely groomed brows stares back at him. There are blonde highlights now streaking through Lewis’s braids, his outfit a little plainer than Max is used to, but still exuding that carefree, put together air.

Max knows Lewis is anything but carefree.

[formulaocean]

Loveeeee lestappen and brocedes but do you like any other dynamics? Or would you write any more?

Moving away from the race to talk rpf in the ao3 blackout if you don’t mind. Happy Wimbledon too!

Yes moving on from controversy to talk driver dynamics let’s do this. Happy Wimbledon and happy Silverstone week anon! Will talk beneath the cut ❤️

Those two are the ones which have held my interest for the longest! Literally for years before I got a tumblr or read any rpf- their narratives are so compelling for so many reasons. I feel like in both cases, but specifically brocedes, even if you don’t ship it you acknowledge the story as some kind of truth which makes them incredibly easy to get into. I’ve only uploaded things for a few months so it makes sense I started writing with them too! Gateway drugs really.

In general one main thing that I like about f1 is that it feels like an ever changing ecosystem. This is in terms of races, of driver lineups, of team dominance etc. I definitely have my favourite drivers and team but there are more that I can root for. The same is true of dynamics- many can exist at once.

For example brocedes is the big one but equally sewis, sebcedes, and princess cake exist there and in more modern times 4433 or britcedes works pretty well too. Or how yes lestappen but also sebchal and gax and piarles and maxiel and charlos can fit in there too in some capacity. It’s really less “shipping” as it’s real people (in no way are any of us actually rooting for them to be together in a romantic context) but more huh these interactions or comparisons are interesting to me.

As for writing I’m pretty committed to finishing my multi chap one this summer and I’ve put a few vague wips to the side to focus on that so I’m really unsure what will come next!

There’s a couple of historical lestappen ideas floating around but I’d definitely like to branch out in the future. Both George and Oscar are two people I’d like to do a PoV for but I guess as I don’t have a preferred ship for them it’s harder? (Galex, britcedes or Gax? Landoscar, loscar, carcar or Oscar x max?). There are ideas there though but not in focus right now!

I am writing a Jannik and Charles complaining about Carlos and Max fic which is quite entertaining though if you’re into tennis too! Though maybe it should be a Jannik x Oscar at this point 😅

[maxyrussell]

oh 🥺🥺

do you think about to write about lewis and max?

am I thinking of writing about lewis and max? like fic? unfortunately I have absolutely 0 talent for writing so I will leave it to the actually talented people like @maxyrussell and gush over it instead 💛

[multisfabulis]

Through Loss Comes A Second Chance

Word Count: 4433

TW: Mention of suicide

It has been a hot minute since I last wrote anything, especially for the Kagepro fandom. The last fic I wrote was "Love's Descent into Madness", where its last chapter was posted almost two years ago in December. At least I can say I posted this on the tail-end of August!

So I've had this idea floating around in my brain for a few years now. I can't remember exactly what brought this on but I do know I hadn't seen much of anything for Momo and Ene and I wanted to rectify that. I just chose to kill Shintaro off since I feel like that would've been the most likely scenario for how these two would've come together and become friends. I'm becoming yet another pioneer for a dynamic I think the fandom has slept on!

One last thing I want to mention is that this was actually beta'd! I normally don't let others touch my work because I'm kinda a control freak and the very idea of having someone come in and make edits of my work is extremely terrifying but my friend, who is one of the very few people I WOULD trust with this, offered to beat read this and I took them up on it. They ended up doing such a good job, I decided to post it! They deserve credit for this so thank you, rosemaryblues!

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     Weeks had passed since that day. Just how many, Ene wasn’t sure. Honestly, if it weren’t for the clock in the lower right-hand corner of the desktop screen, she wouldn’t have even known a day had gone by. Time stopped mattering to her the moment her reason for living in this world left her behind.

     What point was there in being alive now? The one person that gave her a shred of purpose in life was dead, along with everyone else she knew. What was she supposed to do? Was she to waste away in the confines of his computer until its power supply shut down permanently? Or go back to cyberspace and let the guilt consume her there? She didn’t care either way.

     The room felt like it had been frozen in time since his death. His bed was still unmade from when he’d woken up that morning, the piles of trash forever on the floor he never got around to picking up; even his desk had stayed littered with his beloved soda bottles. Ene hadn’t found the strength to put his files back to how they were originally. She was afraid of touching anything in fear she’d accidentally delete it and destroy what little remained of him. They may all have just been code but they were as real to her as the world on the other side of the screen was.

     She never imagined a day like this would come. A day in which she’d lose everything she’d worked so hard to regain. She felt so lost without him here. Her whole world practically revolved around him, from talking with him throughout all hours of the day to playing pranks on him in the hopes it’d get his full attention. He was her only source of companionship and now he was gone. Maybe she was just doomed to live alone for the rest of her life.

     There was a noise at the door. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in quite a while. Taken aback, she hid automatically behind one of the folders on the desktop screen. There was only one person she knew who would come in here. Her hunch was proven to be correct when a familiar teenage girl walked in.

     It was Momo, his little sister. She looked positively awful, and it wasn’t hard to guess why. Her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days, her clothes as if she had slept in them, her eyes with heavy shadows under them. It was heartbreaking seeing her like this, not at all like the perfect idol Ene usually saw plastered across the various corners of the web. Momo crossed the threshold into his room and closed the door behind her, her gaze fixated to the ground.

     The two of them were acquaintances at best. Ene had first met Momo weeks into her stay here and they’d occasionally talk here and there. It was shocking to see just how alike the siblings’ were to each other. Yet, unlike her brother, she had been doing far better for herself. Balancing the work she did as an idol while also attending school to the best of her ability was more than any 16 year old girl could reasonably handle but she did it all with a bright, cheerful smile.

     But that was before. Her talent agency had put her on a leave of absence once word had reached them, giving her time to mourn and recover from her loss. Ene remembered reading the article about it when it came out and a minuscule seed of relief had bloomed within her. She may have been grieving over him as well but he was Momo's family. She only knew him for a year while Momo grew up with him. There was no telling how badly this was affecting her.

     The siblings’ relationship was…complicated, to say the least. Momo could hardly stand to be in the same room as him and he generally kept to himself just about all the time. However, there was no doubting his love for her. He wasn’t very loud or showy with it but Ene knew him well enough to see his own way of expressing it. She wondered if Momo had any idea of it beneath her disdain for him.

     Ene watched as Momo slowly made her way towards the bed. Her fingers brushed over the sheets before she decided to sit down on the edge. Her head had been bowed the entire time, seeming to have not noticed Ene’s presence. She had to strain her ears to hear what Momo muttered under her breath:

     “What am I doing here?”

     She was taking this hard. Losing a relative was never easy but this was her second time now losing someone close to her. Ene didn’t know much about their family history but she knew the siblings’ father died several years ago while visiting the beach with Momo. Their mother had also ended up in the hospital after nearly overworking herself to death to care for her two children. Such things is why Momo decided to try and bring in an income herself. Oh god, had she been trying to handle this all by herself?

     Momo rose from the bed. She walked towards the nearest bookcase where his books and manga sat. Her hand skimmed over the spines of each one on the shelf closest to her before she plucked a thin, paperback novel out from it. She flipped through the pages, sighed, and put it back in its place, repeating this process with several other books.

     Ene slowly approached the front of the screen, her activity bringing the computer out of its weeks-long sleep. It lit up the room where it was facing and it caught Momo’s attention. She turned to greet her. “Oh, Ene-chan. I forgot you were here.”

     Her voice sounded weak, fragile to the point where she seemed to be only one second away from falling apart. That listless demeanor of hers didn’t suit her at all. It was too familiar to her brother’s and it made Ene worry.

     What was she to say here? She knew Momo wasn’t okay and she had just as much right to be in his room as she did, maybe even more so. Dumbfounded, she decided to ask, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

     “Could you--” her voice cracked, prompting her to clear her throat-- “could you…tell me what he was like?”

     “Huh?" Ene was a little taken aback.

     “What was my brother like? I figured, since you spent more time with him than anyone else did, I might’ve…” she paused, her head turned back to face the bookcase, “gotten to learn about him.”

     So that was it. The siblings’ relationship was complicated on both sides, that much she understood, but was it really that strained? Sure, they argued and fought with each other like most siblings did but was that all they did? If so, then it was no wonder why Momo was asking this of her. In her eyes, a virtual stranger like Ene had seen more of her brother in a year than his own sister had throughout their whole lives together. It was enough for Ene to pity her.

     If telling her about him was what she wished, then Ene would oblige. “Master was…a stubborn man. It was always his way or the highway on most things and it’d take forever for him to see things from my perspective. He also never listened to me, it was in one ear and out the other. Whenever I’d ask him to clean up around here or eat something that wasn’t junk food, he’d either brush it off or get mad at me! Me, someone who was just looking out for him when he couldn’t do it himself!”

     That earned a snort from Momo. “That sounds about right. If even you couldn’t get through to him, no one could.”

     “I felt more like his mother than his servant at times.” She let out a heavy sigh, despite the smile growing across her face. “I know waking him up wasn’t what I signed up for but him sleeping in till noon was unacceptable! That’s why I’d turn the volume up and scare the crap out of him on some mornings!”

     “That’s what that noise was?!” There was more emotion to her voice now. “I just thought he forgot he wasn’t the only one living here…”

     “Yeah, it was so funny watching him jump out of the bed and beg me to turn it off,” she answered through fits of giggles. “And he was never grateful for it! Trying to get a thank you from him was like pulling teeth!”

     Momo burst into laughter after that. It felt good to see her smile again, especially since she looked like a zombie when she crossed through the door. Ene was happy she was able to bring some comfort to her. Sharing the memories she had of him lessened the weight on her shoulders and kept the pain of missing him at bay. It was a nice respite from the heavy toll the past few weeks took on her.

     Then Momo fell quiet. Maybe she thought it was inappropriate to be even a little joyful so soon after his death, or her grief became too much for her to hold back any longer. Whatever the case may be, her shoulders drooped as she went to pick out another book. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke, breaking the lull in their conversation.

     “Ene-chan…do you know why my brother became a shut-in two years ago?”

     The question blindsided her. Of course she knew why he spent every waking hour in this tiny room. His guilt in how he treated Ayano before her suicide was the main contributing factor, though Ene supposed her and Haruka’s deaths didn’t help matters either. It was through her showing up when she did that delayed what might’ve been his inevitable end. There were too many things she couldn’t tell Momo about, if only because there was no easy way of explaining it.

     Their story was too interconnected. It was too full of pain, sorrow, and regret and Ene had no desire to talk about it. She could lie to her but Momo deserved to know the truth. Or something resembling it at least. She settled on the omission of certain facts, ambiguities that would serve their purpose well enough.

     “Master was very…troubled.” She clasped her hands. “A lot went on in his head, things I can’t say I was ever privy to. There were times he’d say or do something that set alarm bells off in me but I’d just brush it aside and try to help him in the best way I knew how.” Yet it wasn’t enough. “I can’t speak as to why he shut himself up in here but I’m sure he must’ve had a good reason to not tell you why.”

     Momo’s body stiffened as she whispered, “I see.”

     Ene could tell she was gutted by her answer. The past two years had to be both hard and frustrating for her as his sister. There was no doubt she loved her brother but his general apathy and their similar personalities had made communication between each other difficult. Momo must’ve been so desperate to help him out in any way she could, she just didn’t know how. Why did he have to leave her alone to clean up his mess? Ene thought bitterly.

     “It’s just like him,” Momo muttered derisively. It was a tone Ene heard him use against her all the time but never from Momo. It was at that point she turned around to face her, holding a thick, heavy-looking book in her hands. She began walking towards her, saying, “It’s just like my brother to not tell me anything. After all, it’s not like he ever cared about me.” Momo’s eyes had tears threatening to spill over at any moment. “He probably thought I would just make things worse.”

     “That’s not it, he---”

     “So then why?!” She suddenly threw the book across the other side of the room. It hit the wall and landed on the floor. “Why did he have to go and do this?! Did-did he ever stop and think about what would happen if he did this?! What about me, what about mom?! It was bad enough losing dad and now he’s gone too? Didn’t he know that…” Her voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks. “-that I would’ve helped him? He may have been weird and creepy and gross but…he was still my brother, so I…” Sobs wracked Momo’s body as she hugged herself tight.

     “I can’t claim to know what went through Master’s head when he…” Ene paused. A small flash of sorrow pierced her heart. She swallowed it with a heavy breath. “But what I can tell you is that he may not have wanted to burden you with his problems.”

     Sniffling, Momo wiped away her tears as she asked, “B-burden me?”

     “You already had school and idol work to deal with y'know? So he probably didn’t want you stressing yourself out even more by worrying about him.” Another sadder possibility crossed her mind. “Maybe…maybe he thought you’d be better off without him.”

     “I…” She sniffled again, taking a step forward. “I don’t know what to believe. He just never showed any sign of caring about me and---”

     “He did, I can attest to that.” Ene flitted over to a folder in the upper left-hand corner and peeked into it. “Here, I’ll show you.”

     She threw several files out across the screen, some of which were images and videos he downloaded off the Internet while others were of MP3s he had bought. Whether it was promotional material, clips of her concerts, or songs she released on streaming platforms, he archived everything he could of Momo. This was the one folder Ene had never touched because she knew how important it was to him. She was an only child in her past life, so she was almost envious of the other girl for having an older brother who was so supportive of her.

     Approaching the desk, Momo’s eyes flickered over all the windows popping up and asked, “Are these…of me?”

     “He may not have expressed it but Master loved you very much,” Ene replied, tucking herself into the corner so as to not block anything. “He listened to and shared your music whenever a new song would come out, read every article you were in, and watched clips of your concerts from fans who’d record your performances and post them up on social media.”

     “Why…didn’t he ever mention this?” She pulled the chair away from his desk and sat down in it. “Why did he keep this secret?”

     “I don’t know. But he never stopped supporting you, even when things got…too difficult for him.” She floated as close to the screen as possible, keeping her face hidden from view. “Don’t ever doubt how much he cared about you. Please, for his sake.”

     Rolling up to the desk, Momo took hold of the mouse. She clicked on one of the many windows displayed; a picture of her striking a pose she had done on the cover of a magazine. She closed it and clicked on another; a clip of a recent concert she had done. The corners of her mouth curved up slightly as she watched herself trip and face-plant in front of hundreds of people live on stage. Ene observed this all in rapt silence.

     Fresh tears slid down her face as a pained smile stretched across her face, saying, “God, it’s just like him to keep track of me like a weirdo…”

     This was only a glimpse into what their dynamic was like during the rare times they interacted with each other and she was sure Momo missed those days. She must’ve wanted that sense of normalcy back so she wouldn’t face the reality of his death. Ene knew what that was like all too well.

     “Is it weird to miss him if I didn’t know him that well?” Momo asked as she wiped away her tears with her arm. “Sometimes I wonder…if I just reached out to him, if I said something to him, would he still be here?”

     “You couldn’t have known.” Ene wished she could pass through the screen at that moment. “It’s no use thinking about what you could’ve done differently.”

     “But if I had just tried harder, if I had just pushed him to tell me…” She hung her head as she stifled a sob. “What kind of sister am I?! He supported me all this time and yet I couldn’t do the same for him! It’s my fault, it’s---”

     “Momo!” She hadn’t meant to shout but it was the first thing that leapt into her head. The other girl snapped to attention. “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine because I’m the one he talked the most with, he spent time with. If I hadn’t pulled that stupid prank, if I had just come back sooner, he’d…”

     It was then she noticed it. It started off with one or two droplets before the dam burst and she was suddenly crying. She dropped to her knees, covering her face with her hands as her chest constricted in agonizing pain. He wasn’t coming back, she knew that. But did she really? No longer would he be upset at her for playing her practical jokes on him, pleading with her to not post his embarrassing pictures online. He was gone and it was all her fault.

     She couldn’t save anyone. Not Haruka, not Shintaro, not even her own damn self when it mattered the most. They were all dead and nothing was ever going to change that fact. What was she to do now? The only person left that seemed to care for her was gone because she wasn’t able to get through to him. The sin of his death weighed down on her like a rock as she sank further and further into---

     “Ene-chan!” Momo’s voice broke her out of her downward spiral. Ene looked up to see her face super close to the screen. “It wasn’t your fault! It’s like you said, we couldn’t have known so please…” She lowered her head, tears falling onto the desk. “Please don’t blame yourself for what happened. I…I forgive you!”

     Momo, someone who had all the right in the world to blame her for her brother’s suicide, forgave her? She wasn’t one to say things without meaning them so she had to be for real…right?

     Wiping her face with her sleeve, she said, “I don’t know what I did to deserve such a thing but…thank you.” Then she smiled as the realization hit her. “I bet Master would’ve loved having two girls cry over him like the creep he was.”

     “Oh god…” There was some semblance of a laugh in her voice at the joke. “He would, wouldn’t he?”

     They spent the next few minutes in near silence. Ene gave Momo some privacy to recompose herself but couldn’t help glancing her way every so often. She had a feeling she’d be okay after this. Even if it took time still, there would come a day where the guilt of living would subside and she’d be happy again. Ene believed that was what Shintaro would’ve wanted for her to.

     “Hey, Ene-chan?” Momo called out. “What are you planning to do now that my brother’s gone?”

     That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? She didn’t dare tell Momo about what she thought of doing before she had entered the room. It wouldn’t be right worrying her over such depressing things. She did, however, know she did NOT want to go back to cyberspace again. She already spent one year in that goddamn lonely place.

     “I don’t know,” Ene replied, looking down at her hands to avoid Momo’s gaze. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

     “Maybe…” A pause, then an exhale. “Maybe this is the chance for you to live your own life from now on.” This made Ene lift her head. “I mean, you spent a lot of time with my brother, right? So I was thinking this might be a good opportunity for you to do that since you don’t have anyone to look out for anymore.”

     She had a point. It wasn’t like her days with Shintaro weren’t some of the most fun and happiest she had since becoming Ene. Many of the skills she learned were for the purposes of fucking with him so she didn’t know how useful they’d be outside that periphery. Not to mention the lack of a physical body limited her options as well.

     “I was also thinking…” Momo’s voice broke through her reverie. “Well, I know it’s selfish of me to ask this but…would you be okay with staying here for a little while longer? With me, maybe?” Ene was taken aback by her proposition. Then the other girl grew flustered, clarifying, “Only if you want to, though! I didn’t wanna make it seem like I was kicking you out or anything, that’s why I was asking and it’s fine if you don’t, I just---”

     “Yes! I’ll--” she cut in before Momo lost her mind-- “I’ll stay.”

     A moment passed for her answer to sink in and she said with a smile, “Thank you, Ene-chan. I think if we stick together, we can help each other out so…let’s become good friends, okay?”

     For the first time since that day, she felt hopeful for the future.

     After traversing through what seemed like rows upon rows of graves, they finally arrived at their destination. It had taken them a while to figure out where it could have been, not helped by Momo’s terrible sense of direction. It was when they were deep inside the cemetery Ene was able to read the familiar characters inscribed on the stone monument to realize they had found it. So there, standing just before them, laid the final resting place of Shintaro Kisaragi.

     Months had passed since his death and the two girls were still adjusting to a life without him in it. However, the burden that had been weighing heavily on them since then had lessened somewhat. The pain was easier to manage now. Ene was taking steps to venture outside of his PC with every new day while Momo had gone back to work better than ever before. Most of all, their relationship had blossomed beautifully to the point where they considered each other to be best friends.

     Today was special. They both felt emotionally secure enough to come here, which was saying a lot after those initial few weeks. They wanted to let him know, wherever he was, how they were doing and what their plans for the future were. The most important thing they wished to convey, though, was that he needn’t worry over them. They had each other to lean on now so they were going to be okay. They were going to live out their lives and meet him again when it was their time to go, he just had to be patient until then.

     Momo placed her phone, which held Ene, down beside the grave. Then she set the two incense sticks in the holder, lit them up, and clapped her hands together. Ene did the same, closing her eyes as they paid their respects. Luckily, they brought enough supplies with them for the next two graves they were planning to visit after they finished their business at Shintaro’s. It was only fair for Momo to meet Haruka and Ayano as well.

     She told her about them a month or so ago. There were some details she left out, mainly regarding her actual connection to Shintaro and his ties with their former friend group, but everything else was the complete and utter truth. There may come a day where she’d reveal everything, but this was fine for now.

     Once they were done, Momo proceeded to tell him about everything she had been up to lately. The staff assigned to her had been understanding of the way her loss affected her and her fans sent lots of love to her during her hiatus. It’s because of their kindness that it made her want to try even harder to repay all of them for all the support they’d given her throughout her absence. She was still having a hard time in school but she was proud to admit her test scores had improved somewhat, going from single digits to doubles. Of course there was also mention of her and Ene having grown closer, which she imagined Shintaro was despairing over.

     “I also wanted to say that--” Momo’s expression turned serious-- “even though we never really talked, we just argued all the time…I never hated you. I know I said I did a lot but I never meant it.” She took a deep breath in, then out as she calmed herself. “At the end of the day, you’re still my brother and…I love you.”

     Then it was Ene’s turn. She followed the same routine as Momo’s, albeit with some careful wording so as to not throw suspicion onto herself. She still messed with his files here and there and she kept the cheek he got aggravated with on a daily basis. Nothing between them had to change that much after his death. However, there was one thing she wanted to say, without any jokes or backhanded remarks.

     “In all seriousness, I know I teased you a lot back then but I hope you know that that was my way of showing how I cared about you.” Her eyes wandered down to the bottom of the grave. “The year I spent with you was some of the most fun I ever had. It had its ups and downs but I don’t regret meeting you, not one bit.” Then she looked up with a firm resolve and hoped that what she said next would reach him. “Thank you for being my best friend.”

     With that, they bid farewell to him. It was never easy moving on but Ene already did it once, and she’d do it again. She had no idea what the future had in store for her and Momo. What she did know was that they would face it together, with their heads held high and his memory in their hearts.

[hertwood]

hi hello i'm asking for 4433 brainrot (this is @bonolewis btw fhdkfjf) <3

oooooooh 4433 brainrot was my first f1 wip that got past the 1k mark, like really got off the ground. before i feel down the logirlie rabbit hole 4433 was very much my Brand™ along w/ dando, i love them so so much as a ship even now still.

ANYWAY my fic concept was au where lewis is a high end fashion designer and max is a commercial model and lewis happens to see a picture of max hanging in a window of a department store and is like i NEED that man (for my next fashion line, and only that, of course). max has never done high fashion modeling so he's a bit out of his depth and everyone KNOWS lewis hand picked him so that creates all sorts of gossip and conflict. George is Lewis' brutally honest personal assistant he was my favorite to write.

it was gonna be chaptered and i wrote 2 chapters and started on the 3rd and motivation just petered out. i do tend to struggle with more long length fics and i didnt originally think it'd be that long, so i just bit off more than i could chew and got fics ideas i was more inspired and invested in~

anyway here is a snippet of them meeting for the first time!

Instead he meets Max after, completely by accident. After the buzz has died down, and half the team has left already, Lewis is walking down the hallway, reading an email on his phone. Oblivious to his surroundings. Until the bathroom door slams open, and Lewis finds himself nearly walking into him. "Sorry! Sorry." Max says, before Lewis watches the realization slowly creep into Max's face. "Oh. You're the guy, yeah?" Lewis would laugh if he wasn't so dumbfounded. "Sorry, I mean," Max clears his throat, "You're the one in charge of this whole...operation. Right?" "I...... suppose that's me, yeah." Max reaches out his hand for the most half-assed handshake of all time. Lewis is so glad George isn't here to witness this train wreck, he'd never let either of them live it down. "Thanks for the opportunity, I guess."  This time Lewis can't hold back the giggle bubbling in his throat. "You guess?"  And Max is almost tripping over his words to backpedal, the slightest tinge of panic in his voice.  "I mean, I am. Thankful, I mean. I'm just not usually the one doing all this, um, networking? I'm not good at it." "But you're good at your job, yeah? Valtteri says you picked up a good runway walk quickly." "Really?" The panic in Max's face disappears as he breaks into a smile. "I was sure I'd lost the gig after that, I felt so awkward."  "He said you were a natural." This is a bit of an exaggeration, but Max doesn't need to know that, and Lewis likes watching him smile. Lewis's phone starts ringing, ending a conversation that probably shouldn't have gone on this long. "Good talk, boss? I'll see you...?" Max gives two awkward thumbs up, before walking away. "Yeah, nice to meet you." Lewis calls out after him. Max gives a non-committal wave without turning around.  Lewis lets the call go to voicemail without realizing.