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The Richmond Archives 🏛️ I [A-I]

A collection of fics centered around Terry Richmond as a main character, exploring different stories, relationships, and adventures.

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Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries ⌛️- Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet… will continue to update summaries/emojis as I make progress.

Act Right 🎯

Summary:

Author: @nayaxwrites

After Hours ⌛️

Summary: terry does his damndest to let you know those whispers in your ear in his office weren't meaningless.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

Aligned ⏳

Summary: Right place, right time. When Cleo meets Terry, the rugged pretty boy, at the club on a celebratory night, it seems like the first in a string of divinely twisted moments. But will fate be enough to move their love along, or will they have to weather some storms before their happy ending?

Author: @venusincleo

All I Want Is You 🎯

Summary: Terry’s had his eyes on you for a while, like predator to prey, watching, waiting to strike. The only problem was that you were slippery, hard to get a hold of, he was gonna have to work extra hard to catch you.

Author: @mrsknowitallll

Assistance 🎯

Summary: Aaron is head of an architect firm who just hired a new assistant who is very nervous yet severely attracted to him.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Around The Park 🎯

Summary: Essence had always found solace in Meadows Park, where the scenery, gentle sounds, and lively community events provided the perfect escape. Whenever life became overwhelming, she knew the park was her safe haven. But what she didn’t anticipate was an encounter with a mysterious, handsome stranger, whose presence not only drew her back to the park time and time again, but to him as well. And he to her...

Author: @enticingmelanin

The Art of Moving 📝📚

Summary: Noelle “Noa” Jameson knows what she wants—success, love, and the freedom to live life on her own terms. But when ambition and romance collide,she learns that not everything can be planned.

Author: @onherereading

Baby Mama 🎯

Summary: terry asks amina a question.

Author: @keyaho

Bad News 📝📚

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC "Bella"

Author: @theereinawrites

The Beast in the Woods ⏳

Summary: Don’t let the wolf in through your back door…

Author: @nayaesworld

Bed Rest 🎯

Summary: Injury, light swearing, implied smut.

Author: @purplelily247

Big Mama 📝📚

Summary:...

Author: @theereinawrites

Bundle of You. 🎯

Summary: See Ask. You and your husband Terry just had your little one, and happily married. However you're having a hard time adjusting with everything, your mom babysitting. But your husband comes to the rescue.

Author: @notapradagurl7

Brat 🎯

Summary: Sasha is a brat. On purpose. Now Terry is mad. Big mad.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Bunny & Her Man 📝⏳

Summary: in which Terry is head over hills for his girl, and shows it.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Buttery Soft N' Sweet 🎯

Summary:...

Author: @2neaky

By Your Side. 🎯

Summary: You were a gifted professor for all black magic academy, teaching your students alongside Terry, where you discover a strange flower and leaves you alone with him.

Author: @notapradagurl7

Break A Sweat 📝⏳

Summary: Terry ‘TJ’ Richmond was recommended to you by your brother who is a Marine. He’s now your personal trainer and Krav Maga teacher.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Can I Take You Out? ✨

Summary: neither lovers or friends, but he'll always treat her as his woman.

Author: @saturnville

Can We Talk 🎯

Summary: Whenever Friday night rolled around, you were right back to World on Wheels with your best friend, Elle. The intoxicating mix of lights, music, skates, and vibes ensured a good time always. But that wasn’t all there was to see. Terry ‘T-Bone’ Richmond took to skating like he was born for it. He had women fainting left and right. You would too, but he singles you out to dance with him and you can’t miss your chance.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Can't Fake It 🎯

Summary: At your last family reunion you said you were done with, tired of the constant questions about your love life. You told a little white lie about having a boyfriend, enlisting your friend and roommate Terry Richmond to pretend to be your boyfriend, only for a few days. But you didn't expect the former Marine to be this nasty on this trip.

Author: @notapradagurl7

Clearwater Bay 📝📚

Summary: A woman returns to her childhood home—a coastal military town —after years of being away. Her family left the town abruptly under mysterious circumstances when she was young. Now, she’s back to investigate a recent string of murders — and whether she likes it or not, she’ll have to rely on her reclusive, former military neighbor, Terry Richmond, to help uncover the town's dark secrets.

Author: @onherereading

Clocking In 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

Author: @slippinninque

Come and See Me 🎯

Summary: “sexually reserved men are THE best. Well behaved, won’t steal a kiss, won’t touch you inappropriately but boy if you give them consent? FINISHED…”

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Crimson Obsessions 📝📚

Summary: After a steamy encounter with a sinfully handsome man in New Orleans, Camille DeWaterson returns to her life as a soon-to-be-married paralegal in Houston, Texas. But the incident becomes difficult to forget when the otherworldly stranger waltzes into her law firm, bringing a series of strange and enticing events with him. Terrence “Terry” Richmond, is an incredibly disciplined, calculating, and ambitious individual, at least… that’s what he is to the average mortal. But in reality, he’s a bloodthirsty supernatural with a keen interest for money, power, and beautiful women. When the gorgeous Camille DeWaterson slips from his grasp one fateful night in New Orleans, he vows to track her down and make her his bride. It doesn’t matter to him that she already has a fiancé or a commitment to join two families together. He isn’t going to rest until she belongs to him… body, mind and soul.

Author: @ch33z3grits

Dance In The Dark 🎯

Summary: One drunken night, you giggle with your friends as you dared each other to sign up for a fetish dating website that matched your kinks with others. The site took its reputation seriously so you knew that the man on the other side of the screen was real. And he really was that gorgeous. Terry acknowledges that it's time to meet and he makes sure this Halloween is unforgettable.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Dancing with Terry ✨

Summary: slow dancing with terry richmond in the kitchen after he comes home from a long day at work.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

Daughter of Akasha 🎯

Summary: akina longs for companionship and terry isn't sure it should be him.

Author: @keyaho

A Daughter's Plan 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond is a lonely single dad caring for his ten-year-old daughter, Pilar. When Pilar's mother re-marries and moves overseas to start a new job and family, the pre-teen thinks her dad needs to find someone for himself, too. Unbeknownst to Terry, his clever daughter has her sights set on the new neighbor, Allegra, who might be the perfect match.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Debt Collector 🎯

Summary: Reader’s boyfriend steals money from his boss. When he’s caught, his boss teaches him a lesson starring you.

Author: @nayaxwrites

Deliver Us From Eva 🎯

Summary: In a rush to stake her claim in the bedroom, Eva unknowingly signs a deal with the devil…

Author: @nayaesworld

Divine Indeed

Summary: Divine Wells, an autistic seamstress, deals with waves of change after she picks up her life and moves to San Diego for a new job. She thought she’d finally found peace in her new normal; until Oshun decided to push her path to collide with her fine ass neighbor, Terry Richmond.

Author: @mermaidchansons

Do It Scared 🎯

Summary: Aaron left your shared apartment in New York three months ago to film the biggest movie of his career, and every day since, the distance between you has grown. When photos surface of him looking a little too comfortable with an actress at an event, you hit your breaking point and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Author: @lifeisbutadream444

Doppled Distraction 🎯

Summary: With the rising population of doppleganger attacks in Yohnville, Drea is a little past worried when her boyfriend Terry doesn't make it home on time.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Double Team 🎯

Summary: Terry invites his best friend David over to chill while he’s in town. After noticing his “girlfriend” Ava’s fondness for David, Terry lets Ava give his friend a happy ending before he leaves.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Drunk Off You ✨

Summary: Terry Richmond x Black!Reader (Solai)

Author: @dxddykenn

Echoes In The Heights 📝📚⏸️

Summary: In the quiet town of Riverside Heights, Terry Richmond seeks a fresh start, but his growing connection with the guarded Elara Taylor forces him to confront the past he’s tried to leave behind—and the future he’s afraid to embrace.

Author: @saturnville

The End 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Exhale 🎯

Summary: The last leg of your world tour has finally arrived, and you find yourself suffering from burnout. Thankfully, your boyfriend knows just how to rejuvenate you.

Author: @dpennedit

Fantasy blurb ✨

Summary: professor!Terry

Author: @ripeandsoft

Favors 🏁📚

Summary: Terry starts a new job at a warehouse after losing his life savings. He becomes acquainted with all of the workers except for one… the boss’ daughter.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Finding Refuge 📝📚

Summary: Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse with Terry.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Fontaine Street 🎯

Summary: kyra returns to her hometown after ten years away. she ends up braiding the hair of the one man that had and still has her heart.

Author: @keyaho

Frazier 🎯

Summary: plus-sized!Billie Frazier x Terry Richmond

Author: @zillasvilla

From Over the Cubical Wall ✨

Summary: In which a coworker ships it

Author: @slippinninque

Get Back 🏁⏳

Summary: Tension develops between you and your baby’s father when he discovers you might be moving on. Terry’s unhinged ass is going to do whatever he can to get her back.

Author: @writingsbytee

Give Me Everything 🎯

Summary: Thanksgiving Day was always a hustle and bustle of activity and noise, two things you don’t usually like even coming from a big family. While you flitted around checking in on everyone, you couldn’t help feeling a little selfish. After sending Terry a sexy picture while he was seated next to your father, you sneak off to your childhood bedroom to fulfill a little fantasy of yours.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Good & Plenty 🎯

Summary: Terry stops in a small town for a late-night bite to eat and ends up moving on with more than he expected.

Author: @planetblaque

Grapple ✨

Summary: In which Terry lends a hand

Author: @slippinninque

Happy Birthday, Mr. Richmond 🎯⏳

Summary: Happy Birthday, Mr. Richmond. 😘 You plan a sweet and sexy surprise, presenting Terry with a small cake in nothing but an apron. Terry treats himself to his first present, your delicious body.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Happy Birthday, Terry! Love, Havana ✨

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Happy Birthday Terry Richmond 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Charlie Richmond

Author: @novahreign

Helpful Neighbors 🎯

Summary: You confront your noisy neighbor about his loud late night company, he allows you to retaliate.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Hematology 🎯

Summary: psycho!surgeon terry richmond x surgeon!black oc

Author: @keyaho

Hidden 📝📚

Summary: You’re running away from an abusive ex when you meet Terry working in one of his clubs.

Author: @writingsbytee

Hot for Teacher 📝⌛️

Summary: terry's daughter has been raising concerns for her teacher, prompting a parent-teacher conference and a potential match for her father.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

House Calls 📝📚

Summary: Aaliyah has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his cousins bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

The Hotline 🏁⏳

Summary: Set in the early 2000s. Taking your best friend’s tipsy advice, you decide to call a sex hotline for help with dirty talk and your overall insecurities surrounding sex. When you call your local sex hotline, you get more than what you bargained for when Terry pics up the other line.

Author: @writingsbytee

I Get Filthy 🎯

Summary: sanai and terry go out with their friends. between shot and music, terry let’s loose, or was it all a game?

Author: @keyaho

I Love You 🎯

Summary: The reader and Terry say ‘I love you for the first time’

Author: @writingsbytee

I Need Your Lips On Mine 🎯

Summary: While Terry’s away on a special teaching assignment, you decide to be a little gremlin and not listen to him. You wear your sexiest dress out with your girlfriends to a rooftop bar. But Terry comes home early to ring in the New Year’s with you in a very special way.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

I Still Don't Want You To Go 🎯

Summary: A prequel to “I Swear I’ll Never Leave”. Four months ago, things came to a head for you, the loneliness getting too loud for you to ignore. You wanted your husband home, safe and sound with you. As you reminisce about the good times, it’s the bad times you can’t get over. And though your timing sucks, you have to finally tell Terry what’s really on your heart.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

I Swear I'll Never Leave 🎯

Summary: See Ask. When Terry comes to pick up your daughter, you can’t help picking a fight with him. He sends your daughter outside to wait with Mike while he makes sure you understand a few things.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

In Your Arms 🎯

Summary: Terry and Sienna share a peaceful, intimate Sunday morning in their cozy country home.

Author: @planetblaque

Is My Love Enough? 🎯

Summary: After spending all day racing from task to task, Terry knows exactly what you need.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

The Itch 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

It's Always Been About Love and Hate 📝📚

Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Author: @sillyteecup

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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No Air 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect and abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're forced to return home after a nervous breakdown.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I have so much for the ex con pervs so here is this too.

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The numbness is like a clog in your veins. It's as if you just stopped working. Your mind, your body, just stopped after it all combusted in tears and defeat. Shaking on the floor, sobbing, maybe you screamed. You can hardly remember how it went.

You remember laughing. Not you. People laughing at you. You don't think you've ever truly laughed at anything. There's never been a reason to be happy. Whether you did good, there's always better. It's never enough until it became too much.

All that comes through the fog is Jacques' angry shouting, his mean words, his endless reproach. Not good enough. Not good enough. The same words your mother spoke a thousand times over. It was one note. One misstep. It was just enough to light the house of matches.

Your head lolls against the seat and you blink through the window. It's all ashes now. What you worked your whole life towards is nothing. Your cello, smashed; your wits, too. You don't know if you're relieved that it's finally over.

No. After all that after your meltdown in the opera house, after a blurry flight behind a wall of endless tears, after this meandering car ride down streets you never wanted to see again, you still have to face her. Your mother's spite is far worse than anything the snake-tongued conductor could come up with.

You have nothing left to cry. You rock with the car's motion as it steers up the long drive to your mother's house. The elaborate Tudor style always struck you as horribly out of place. She never settles for anything less than the best.

Her porsche is in the crescent drive and another car. Is it new? A convertible Bently.

The drive stops just behind it and you thank him. He was kind enough to turn off the instrumental when you asked. You never want to hear or touch another string again. He opens your door, then takes your bag out of the trunk. Another thanks and he's off. For a moment, you hesitate. Nearly running after him to say you forgot something. No, the cello is in pieces, swept into some Italian dumpster.

You stare after the car, reticent to face the house, to meet your mother's wrath. The air is dulcet and cool as the afternoon softens to evening. You can hear the buzz of insects and the soft scuff of critters in the hedges. It's too peaceful.

Your ears are fuzzy and your vision narrow. You extend the handle of your bag and linger a little longer, taking in the groomed flowers and the classical statues of nymphs hopping around the greenery.

"Evening, sunshine," a voice startles you so you knock over your suitcase. You spin to face the man as he comes up the long drive, jogging in only a pair of black shorts. You gulp and shake your head in confusion. This is your mother's house... "You must be the prodigy."

You rock on your heels and blink. He offers his hands as he slows and nears. His hairy chest sparkles with his sweat. He's older, grey at his shaved temples, the longer strands of his hair combed back over the top of his head, a small elastic keeping them out of his face. His eyes are bold and blue, his nose reminds you of a Roman bust, and his lip is trimmed with a thick mustache. You look at his hand. You don't know what else to do but shake it. You give your name and earn a snicker.

"Oh, I know," he drawls and squeezes your hand, "Lloyd. Hansen," he turns your hand and raises it. He kisses it, the fuzz above his lip tickling you. "You don't look like her."

Your lips part in confusion, "you know my mom?"

You try to slip free of his grasp and he clings to you. He lets go only as you yank again. You bend to grab your bag but he's quicker. He brings it up with the handle and wheels it toward him.

"Was out for my run. Gotta keep fit," he declares. He is. Very fit. You find that sitting behind your cello hasn't lessened your already thick thighs.

"Um, where is my mom?" You ask.

He cackles again, "she's probably knee-deep in the merlot," he winks and gestures at the house. "Wanna go find her?"

"Erm, okay, but..." you turn and he's quick to step up next to you, the wheels of your luggage rolling loudly on the stonework. "Uh," your lip quivers, "who are you?"

"I told ya, sunshine," he drapes his arm across your shoulders and you wince. He curls his hand around and latches on, urging you onward, "Lloyd. Unless you wanna call me daddy."

You let out a strangled noise. "Huh?"

"Kidding. Me and your mom... we've been spending time together. Think she likes me," he keeps your feet moving as he drags your bag. "I mean, how can you resist a hunk like me?"

Your eyes search the steps as you approach him. You squirm but he doesn't let go. You're never this close to people. It can get a bit crowded when the orchestra has all their instruments set but nothing like this. You don't talk to people, you don't touch them. You just do what you're told.

He walks you up the steps and his hand slowly drifts from your shoulder. You notice it getting lower and lower, crawling down your back. As you get to the top, you scurry away before it can get any lower. You reach for the curled door handle and twist desperately. You pull it open and stand back.

"Woah, little lady, supposed to be the man opening doors," he smirks. "But I don't mind being pampered."

He steps through and you wait a moment before you trail him. You don't like him. Something about the way he talks, the way he saunters, the way he just touches you. You flutter your fingers together and bite the tip of your tongue.

"Katherine," he leaves your suitcase at the base of the banister and calls out. "Hope you got enough wine to share."

He stops and peeks back at you. He beckons you to follow. You stay behind him as he heads for the kitchen. You hear the clink of crystal.

"Lloyd," your mother trills as he enters, "there you are. Ooh, and you're sweaty. Should we add to that?"

She doesn't notice you as she struts over to him, swaying her hips emphatically. She frames his face and presses her lips to his, her tongue forcing past them as he grunts in surprise. He laughs and gentle nudges her away as she brushes up and down his torso. She's wearing a sillk robe and it doesn't look like much else.

"Kat," he drawls, "sweetie pie is here."

"Sweetie--" she looks past him and flinches as she notices you. She sighs. "Oh, there she is."

Her face darkens as the lines deepen harshly. You shrink down and keep your chin low. "Mother."

"Mother," she mimics. "I-- I can't deal with you right now. I'm not ready."

She sniffs and spins, scooping up her glass of whine, "Lloyd, please, get me away from her."

You're not surprised. You've gone and ruined everything she worked for. That's how she sees it. It's nothing you did. No, she made you get up all those early mornings, she got you to classes, she got you to every concert.

Lloyd glances back at you and you signal weakly with your palm out. You turn and traipse away. It's better that you go hide. Even on the good days, that was the safest.

You grab your bag and roll it out after you. You'll just keep to yourself until she's ready to tell you to your face how much she hates you. You lift the bag onto the lower step but before you can get it higher, Lloyd calls out to you.

"Hey, sweetie, I can't let you hurt yourself," he strides over and scoops the bag up by the short handle sewn onto the side, "show me where I'm going and I'll be your very own prince charming."

You retract your arm and stare at him. He's strange. The way he says things is so odd. You usually struggle to understand what other people mean but he's a true enigma.

"My room is... up here," you murmur and climb the stairs. He waits and trails after you. You can't help but feel as if he's watching you.

You veer down the hall and to your bedroom. You open the door but find it full of boxes. You stop short and he keeps from running into you with a hand on your hip. Reflexively, you push him off.

"You sure this is the one, sweetness? I've gotten lost in here a few times myself," he snickers.

"N-no, this is... it." You frown. You're not really upset. You still don't feel much more than dazed. You have some of the pills left the doctor gave you.

"Aw, you know what? I shoulda said something. Since your mom's in one of her moods. This place is under a redesign. Everything's a bit all over. I'm all over," he rubs your arm. "We were trying to figure out where to put the in-home gym."

"A gym?" You utter.

"Sure, I mean, not that you need it." He runs his fingers down the back of your arm. "Don't wanna mess with a good thing."

You reel away from him. What does that mean?

"I'll... I'll find a guest room."

"Sure, baby, let's do that."

You grimace and latch onto the plastic handle of the suitcase, "I can do it myself."

"Now, sweetie pie, I heard all about what happened to you. Your ma was way too messed up to take the call. Yeah, I mean, those things are no joke," he keeps hold of the bag. "The doctor said rest and relaxation. Avoid stressors. So let me take a load off... typically I'd be letting one off."

You shake your head. Huh? He's talking in riddles.

"Come on, let's get you all settled," he grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room. You stagger as he pays little heed to your struggle. He marches you down to the room right next to your mom's. You wouldn't have chosen that one.

"This one should still be in tact," he affirms and pushes open the door. "See? Nice big bed... for just you? You'll be all cozy." He puts the bag just inside and sweeps his arms around. "It'll be nice to stay in one place, won't it, sunshine? And we can all figure out how to be one happy family."

"Family?"

"Well, you know, can't remember the last time I spent the night at my own place. I've been... hanging out with your mother." He grins. You're overly aware of his still shirtless state. "No kids of my own, ya know? Not really the type but I can figure it all out."

You nod and sidle past him.

"Thank you." You cross your arms as you shuffle away.

"Anything you want, ask Daddy Lloyd. He'll bring it to you on a gold platter," he declares.

"I'm fine. I don't need anything," you assure him.

"You look tense," he steps closer and surprises you as he clamps down on the muscles along your shoulders. He kneads with his thumbs and you squeak. You throw your hands up and try to shove his away.

"Relax, baby, it's a massage. Ugh, I can tell you need it," he purrs, "you're all tense."

"Please, I'm okay--"

"No, you are not, sunshine," he tuts. "Just stay still, alright?"

"Please--"

"Keep begging, I love the sound of it," he laughs. He continues to work the flesh with his fingers.

You squirm and squeal as his hands creep closer to your neck. He chuckles as his fingertips dance up your neck then he closes his fingers around your throat. You gasp as he keeps them firm but doesn't squeeze. He pushes his pelvis against your back and you clasp onto his wrists. He hushes you.

"Mommy won't even look at you," he nuzzles your crown. "Think she'd come running."

You whine and try to pull away. He keeps hold of you. You can feel now. You can feel so much.

"Ha," he lets you go and you stagger forward. "I'm just tryna make you laugh, baby cakes. Try it," he taunts. "Might help with all that tension."

You face him and your mouth falls open. Your heart is racing, your breath shallow, you blink at him dumbly. He bites his lip.

"Oh, I like when you look at me like that," he rubs his hand down his chest and hooks his thumb under the elastic of his shorts. "Got a nice mental picture for later."

He spins and struts out. Your lip trembles as you watch him go. He swings the door shut behind him and you jump.

You didn't think things could get worse than they already were.

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soleilpinto · 5 months ago

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DRS = Defining Relationship Status?: Crashing Out °‧🫐𐙚⭒

“Defining Relationship Status Zone” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐

Synopsis: Motorsport fan and model, Y/n, and her thirst-filled tweets about Franco catch his attention, sparking a hilarious online banter that goes viral. As their playful exchanges become real connections, fans and media can’t get enough—will their chemistry survive offline?

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, (Slight) Angst

AU: Social Media AU!

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unserious behavior, (some) inaccuracies bc lets face it, even if you are an F1 fan you still get things wrong (😭), Franco’s crashes in Brazil hence the title

Note: Happy new year lovelies! Will be double updating as a gift for new years as a thank you for the huge amount of support on the series. Don’t forget to like + reblog as always, love you guys sm! xx

DRS Masterlist. (PREV./NEXT.)

The table stretched long and elegant, adorned with glowing candles, fresh white roses, and golden accents that glimmered under the soft lighting.

The Rhode dinner party was intimate yet impossibly glamorous, filled with A-list models, influencers, and celebrities exchanging easy laughter and clinking glasses of wine.

You sat near the middle, nestled between Kelsey Merritt and Hailey Baldwin-Bieber herself. The conversation around you flowed effortlessly, topics jumping from upcoming campaigns to skincare routines, but your mind kept slipping away.

Franco.

You’d seen the updates from Brazil earlier in the day: practice sessions, behind-the-scenes paddock photos, and the occasional fan spotting of him strolling through the garage. He’d sent you a quick text—Wish you were here—and it had left you staring at your phone far longer than you cared to admit.

“Y/N, you’re quiet tonight,” Hermés said, nudging you gently with her elbow. You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Sorry, just… tired, I guess. It’s been a long week.”

Hermés’ lips quirked up knowingly. “A long week, or you’re thinking about someone?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you waved her off. “No one important.”

“Right,” Hermés said with a smirk, clearly not buying it. “Let me guess, he’s not in New York?” Kelsey leaned in, catching onto the conversation. “Wait, wait—who are we talking about?”

“No one,” you said quickly, feeling the heat rise in your face.

Kelsey raised an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/N. Spill.”

Alex, who was also there with you, grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “It’s someone at the Grand Prix, isn’t it? A certain someone we had dinner with the other weekend perhaps?”

You sighed, giving in. “Fine. Yes. Maybe.” The women who you were conversing with gasped in unison, and you wanted to sink into the plush chair and disappear.

“Who?” Kelsey pressed. “I need details.”

“Franco Colapinto,” you admitted reluctantly, sipping your wine to avoid their reactions. “Oh my god, the driver?” Hailey exclaimed, leaning back in surprise. “How did I not know this?”

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, trying to downplay it. “We’re just… close.”

“Sure,” Kelsey said, clearly not convinced. “Close enough for you to be daydreaming about him at a dinner party?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You two are relentless.” Hailey laughed, reaching over to squeeze your shoulder. “Hey, I get it. Long-distance is rough, but you’re killing it tonight. He’d be an idiot not to notice.”

The conversation around you shifted as the waitstaff began serving the main course, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax.

You exchanged a few words with the celebrity to your left and joined in on the collective laughter when someone shared a funny story. But every now and then, your thoughts drifted back to Brazil.

As the night wore on, you excused yourself to the terrace, needing a breath of fresh air. The cool breeze was a welcome relief, and you pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media.

A post from the paddock caught your eye—a candid photo of Franco, leaning against a wall in his race suit, laughing at something off-camera. The caption read: Driver of the day… tomorrow, we’re calling it.

You smiled, feeling an ache in your chest. You wished you were there, seeing him in his element, hearing his laugh in person.

The sound of heels clicking on the stone terrace pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see Hermés joining you, two glasses of champagne in hand.

“Thought you might need this,” she said, handing you one.

“Thanks,” you said softly, taking a sip.

Hermés leaned against the railing beside you, her gaze sweeping over the city lights. “You know,” she said after a moment, “it’s okay to miss him. Even here.”

You sighed, staring down at the bubbling champagne in your glass. “I just feel like I should be there. Brazil is such a big weekend for him.”

“And you’ll be at the next one,” Hermés pointed out gently. “You’re allowed to have your own life too, Y/N. Don’t forget that.” You nodded, appreciating her words. But as the two of you stood in silence, your phone buzzed in your hand.

A message from Franco: Good luck charming the beauty world tonight. I know you’re killing it.

You smiled down at the screen, your heart feeling just a little bit lighter. Hermés peeked over your shoulder and grinned.

“See? He gets it. Now, let’s finish this champagne and get back in there before people start wondering if we’re plotting something.”

You laughed, clinking your glass against hers. For now, you’d let the night carry you. But as you returned to the dinner party, Franco wasn’t far from your thoughts.

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ynbardot loved the dinner! @rhode

littlefoxhermes it was so nice seeing you again x

— ynbardot i missed you dearly

lettiemng please come to london soon

— ynbardot will do lovely, i’ll call you as soon as i will!

The rhythmic hum of the elevator was the only sound as you and your friend, Hermés, made your way back up to your hotel room.

The Rhode dinner had been as glamorous as expected, but you were exhausted, the weight of the evening pressing down on your shoulders.

“Finally,” Hermés groaned as the doors slid open. “I’m kicking these heels off and ordering room service.”

You chuckled weakly, trailing behind her into the suite. As she collapsed onto the couch, you moved toward the TV, grabbing the remote.

“Let’s see what we missed,” you murmured, flipping through the channels until Sky Sports filled the screen.

The familiar buzz of the paddock was accompanied by the unmistakable voice of the commentator. “And for those just tuning in, we’ve had a dramatic qualifying session here in Brazil. The rain has made conditions incredibly challenging, and unfortunately, Franco Colapinto was caught in a nasty crash on his flying lap.”

You froze, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut.

The screen showed a replay of the crash—Franco’s car losing grip on the slick track, sliding off into the barriers with a loud thud.

Your stomach twisted at the sight of the wreckage.

“Y/N,” Hermés said gently, sitting up and watching your reaction.

“He’s alright and the yellow flag has been waved,” the commentator continued as the replay ended.

“Colapinto was able to climb out of the car on his own and has been cleared by the medical team, but it’s a disappointing end to his qualifying session.”

Even with the reassurance, your hands were already trembling as you grabbed your phone. “Fuck, why didn’t I just go? I should’ve been there to support him” you muttered, opening Twitter.

“He’s probably still with his team, besides, it’s not your fault for not being able to go. The weather conditions were the main culprit,” Hermés reasoned, but you weren’t listening.

Your fingers flew across the screen as you tweeted:

What the hell is going on in Brazil? Someone tell me Franco’s okay.

Within seconds, the replies of fans at the grand prix flooded in:

— He’s fine, but that crash was scary 😭

— He walked away, don’t worry!

— Y/N, call him!!!

Hermés raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think tweeting is the best way to get answers?”

“I can’t just sit here,” you shot back defensively while refreshing your feed. Sure enough, most of Franco’s fans also had quite the scare after seeing the crash.

Before you could spiral any further, your phone buzzed with a text. Franco.

I’m fine, Y/N. Promise. Just a bad moment with the weather. Don’t worry about me.

You exhaled sharply, relief washing over you as you stared at the message. “He texted me,” you said, holding up your phone.

“Good,” Hermés said, leaning back against the couch. “Now you can stop freaking out and, I don’t know, breathe?”

You ignored her, quickly typing back:

You scared me, you idiot. Are you sure you’re okay?

His reply came almost instantly.

I’m fine, hermosa. Just need to sleep this one off. Go to bed, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.

You read the message over twice, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering worry in your chest.

“He’s okay,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to Hermés.

“Of course he is,” Hermés replied, tossing a pillow at you. “Now stop stressing before you give yourself wrinkles.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.

You placed your phone on the nightstand and let out a long sigh, trying to push away the images of Franco’s crash.

He said he was fine—he texted you—but the knot in your chest refused to loosen.

“Why are you still frowning?” Hermés asked, glancing up from the room service menu.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, rubbing your temples. “I just… I feel better knowing he’s okay, but I’m still on edge.”

Hermés smirked knowingly. “Gee, I wonder why. Maybe because you like him?”

You scoffed immediately, sitting up straighter. “No. No, I don’t. We’re just friends—fake dating, remember? For the clout. For the stupid ‘plot.’”

“And yet,” she said, raising an eyebrow, “you’re acting like a girlfriend who just saw her boyfriend’s life flash before her eyes.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. Why were you so worried? He wasn’t your real boyfriend. You didn’t actually have feelings for him… right?

Shaking your head, you tried to reason with yourself. “He’s my friend, Hermés. I would’ve freaked out if it were you or anyone else I cared about too.”

Hermés didn’t look convinced, but she only shrugged. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

You lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You were overreacting, weren’t you? This whole fake-dating thing was meant to be fun, uncomplicated—a little media buzz and nothing more. So why did the thought of him being hurt make your stomach twist so much?

You turned on your side, hugging the pillow tightly. “It’s just because I saw the crash,” you muttered to yourself. “That’s it. That’s all it is.”

But deep down, you weren’t sure you believed it.

The rain pattered softly against the window as you curled up on your bed, a blanket draped over your legs and a cup of tea growing cold on the bedside table.

The Brazil Grand Prix played on your laptop, the commentators’ excited voices filling the room. Your eyes were glued to the screen, the tension of the race palpable even through the broadcast.

Franco was running well, holding his position despite the slick conditions. But the rain was relentless, and every lap made you more nervous.

“And trouble in Sector 2—Franco Colapinto has gone off track!” Your heart sank as the screen showed Franco’s car spinning out of control, skidding straight into the barriers.

The impact was loud even through the broadcast, and you instinctively covered your mouth with your hand.

The replay looped on the screen, showing his car slamming sideways into the wall, the tires spraying water everywhere.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, sitting upright.

The commentators spoke quickly, reassuring the audience. “It looks like Franco is moving—yes, there he is. He’s climbing out of the car and giving a wave to the crowd. That’s a good sign.”

But the image of the crash replayed in your mind. You couldn’t shake the sight of his car crumpled against the barrier, the rain beating down on him as he walked away.

“Why does this keep happening?” you muttered to yourself, your fingers clutching your phone.

Your phone then buzzed before you could even react. Franco’s name popped up on the screen, and you froze for a second before answering.

“Are you okay?” you blurted out, your voice shaky.

“Hey, hermosa,” he said softly, his voice steady despite what had just happened. “I’m fine. I promise.”

“Fine?” you repeated incredulously, standing up and pacing. “You just crashed into the barriers, Franco. That didn’t look ‘fine’ to me.”

He chuckled lightly, though it did nothing to calm you. “It wasn’t that bad. The car’s worse off than I am. I’m already back with the team, no injuries, no issues. You can stop worrying now.”

You pressed a hand to your forehead, trying to steady your breathing. “You scared the hell out of me. Again. Do you even realize how terrifying that looked?”

There was a pause on his end before he spoke again, his tone softer. “I know. I’m sorry. But you don’t have to worry about me, okay? I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me if I could help it.”

“That’s not exactly comforting,” you muttered, sinking back onto the bed.

“I mean it,” he insisted. “I know how much this freaks you out, and I hate that I put you through it. But I’m fine, Y/N. Really.”

You closed your eyes, exhaling slowly. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” he said, his voice firm. “Now do me a favor and stop stressing. I don’t want you losing sleep over me.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “Easier said than done, Colapinto.”

“Good,” he said, his tone lighter now. “I’d be offended if you didn’t worry about me at least a little.”

“Idiot,” you muttered, but the word lacked any real bite.

“Goodnight, hermosa,” he said, his voice warm.

“Goodnight,” you replied softly before hanging up.

You placed your phone down and let out a sigh, the tension in your chest easing slightly. But as you sat there in the quiet of your room, you couldn’t help but wonder why you cared so much. He wasn’t your boyfriend—this whole thing was supposed to be fake.

So why did seeing him crash make your stomach twist? Why did hearing his voice calm you down so easily?

You shook your head, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “It’s just the stress of watching it live,” you told yourself. Yet deep down, you couldn’t fully convince yourself it was true.

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javaxzun · 3 months ago

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★彡 Welcome to da gangs Blog ※ Halo Semuanyaa!! ※ よこそーみんなさん！

My strawpage is HERE!

Status : Art on hiatus. slightly inactive because of it.

Sup! My name is Javax / Zun. im 16 & strictly go by he/him pronouns. I am not new to tumblr, i simply made a new account. i draw and sometimes animate once in a full blood moon.

Asks are answered on the weekends.

I love interacting with people!! i am just very shy <:] . Please pleaaaase feel free to send me an ask on my askbox mailboxerr. i want new oomfs. shoot me a message or whatevs!!!🍳

this blog is intended to be my main blog where i post my art and rambles. Previous art can be found on my old tumblr, @inkzix . You can find all of my current art in the #javax art tag! (For my sake, do not tag or mention my old account. thank you! [please:(])

Requests & asks are open!

All mentioned tags will be under the post.

You can use my art if you ask me for permission and credit me properly.

(apparently one of you mofos didnt even ask but whatever)

・My current interests are UTMV, Professor Layton, Ramshackle, Cookie Run Kingdom, Splatoon & Pokemon. Currently the one im fixating on the most is UTMV.

・ Currently working on an AU with four other people ( @linpatience 💕 , @charrxcoal , @seventimeseven , @mrevren ) . Information will be found below on this post.

・ I speak English and Indonesian. my japanese is garbage dont ask me about my lessons.

・Im trans, bisexual, demiroace i am the whole rainbow or whatever

・I have ADHD please bear with me i cannot figure out social cues for the life of me.

・feed me the souls of the damned. biscoff and chocolate is welcome too.

・DNI proship/nsfw/-13

Unrelated tags;

#jvxtxt ※ Rambles and so on. just text posts

#jvxasks ※ asks very self explanatory

#fav ※ favorite posts and reblogs

If you’d like to draw me, here is my sona!!

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Ambrosiatale is an AU where the story has now been incorporated with Greek Mythology.

PROLOUGUE

Current finished character designs are;

Asriel ・ Sans ・ Papyrus ・ Gaster ・ Grillby ・ Undyne ・ Alphys ・ Mettaton

@ambrosiarchive

AU interactions are welcome! feel free to interact with some of the characters onto my askbox.

I will notify everyone when the google doc is out. Please feel free to send me asks about my AU! (itd make me bery happy <:] )

Updated 29/4/25

#javax art #ambrosiatale #introductory post #persona #jvxasks #jvxtxt #fav

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seastarblue · 4 months ago

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new year, new me, new intro! as always this is subject to change as time goes on <3

all ids in alt ~ ✶⋆.˚✶⋆.˚✶⋆.˚

Nice to meet you! You can call me Sea, or Seastar, or whatever really I don’t mind too much!

-> About Me:

She / Her

AroAce

Black and Muslim (feel free to ask about either ^^)

Somewhat neurodivergent but I don’t know what exactly …

My favorite colors are red, yellow, and blue! Classics.

Favorite food is really anything my mom makes 🙏

I try to be funny sometimes and idk if it works but I’m doing it anyways

I’d like to use more tone indicators (like /pos, /gen, etc) and to ID more images here ! sometimes I forget…

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Anyways. Onto…

-> what I do and post about:

I’m a writer (or I try to be), artist (again: try to be), and a professional Silly Lil Guy 😌. I’d like to be a pharmacist soon, I’m planning on going to college for that !

This is my Main Blog! Here I’ll post about:

My cool Moots and their charatcers

Updates on my writing, art, and life in general

Prompts! I wanna make prompts! And reblog cool ones too

Writing!

Art!

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I’ve got a pretty decent tagging system if I do say so myself ^^ so a quick guide to that here:

#sea speaks! - for when I have random stuff to say! not always about writing stuff though

#sea draws - self explanatory

#sea’s asks - self explanatory

#sea’s games - for now, its tag games I’ve participated in! hopefully I’ll start making my own games soon…

#sea’s moots - for things that my (Aweseomesauce) mutuals have done

#sea’s story 1-7 - posts relating to WIPs of mine! more on those… in a bit

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-> Important Links:

I have theee tag lists! This one is for writing , this one is for tag games, and this one is for art

Dm me if you want on any ^^

here’s my master list for prompts! hopefully I’ll fill it up soon ^^

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now onto…

-> My Original Works:

All art that’s done by me is under the tag #sea draws (I’m SO bad at tagging sometimes tho so expect some stragglers)

I participated in Writemas last year! here are all my entries for it

(literally half of this ain’t canon no more sobs)

more about my WIPs under the cut:

-> Ardenia WIPs:

(Psst, the following all come from one specific world, of my own creation! In order, it’d be the unnamed one, Interwoven, then TGS, then AGGTRG!)

Interwoven - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 1 status: hiatus as I figure out more Plot — outlining Genre: Fantasy Themes: family, friendship, grief, loyalty, power, justice, belonging

[will fill out soon]

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A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Goodness - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 2 status: brainstorming and shitposting Genre: Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Themes: Identity, belonging, morality, family

A former war golem, Arbor, and his young dragon companion Fiamma, travel the now war torn continent of Ardenia. Join them as they meet new people, explore the realm, and search for the answer to a single question: “What makes someone good?”

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The Guiding Star - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 3 status: brainstorming only because I don’t have enough Plot to shitpost Genre: Steampunk Pirate Fantasy Themes: (idk yet) Masterpost (Very Undone)

(will fill this out more later)

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[Title Pending.] - will be lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 4 Status: just an idea Genre: Fantasy (structured like a field guide) Themes: (idk yet)

A field guide of Ardenia, written a long time ago.

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and now the WIP that isn’t a part of Ardenia:

[Title Also Pending] - will be lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 5

Either way, it’s a whump story surrounding a healer and a crownchain knight, both of which are trapped in a fighting ring against their will!

It’s set in the Crownchain universe, which was created by @whumpdreaming and I HIGHLY recommend their content ok peak whump right there!

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Now that the yapping’s outta the way… I’d like to take a moment and say…

to all my lovely lovely moots and followers: I love yall sm <3

stay funky, and have a wonderful day!

#intro #writeblr #writers on tumblr #aroace #black writers #female writers

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pakhnokh · 2 years ago

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Hi everyone! I’m Pakhnokh

(Yes, it’s a Pekingese dog in my profile pic)

This blog is dedicated to art and fun!

For 3 years now I’m drawing stuff for Mo Dao Zu Shi fandom, and still have many more ideas to draw!

Hopefully I will also soon move to reading other danmeis :D

🎨 I’m in the process of creating a dedicated tab here on my blog for ALLLLL of my MDZS fan art. It’s A LOT of art, so please bear with me as I make it. You can find already some of it here.

🔞This blog does not contain NSFW works, but I do draw them! You can find them on my NSFW X (twitter) account. Censored previews will be available here, however.

💙 Also as some of you already know, I’m creating a fan MDZS dojinshi (long ongoing comic) called “House of Gentians”, that’s an AU where WWX never died, and went back to Gusu with LWJ as the Yiling Laozu, married him, but is under seclusion in the house that belonged to LWJ’s mother. Together they try to solve the difficult status WWX is under in the cruel political world of cultivation, and also their own relationship.

Start reading it here

🖌️ I can do commissions! If you have something in mind that you want to see drawn in my style, DM me! 😁

🫂 If you like my work and want to support me, you can join my Patreon, where I also post stuff such as WIPs, step-by-steps, videos, NSFWs and even complete pieces that I don’t post here.

IMPORTANT NOTE FORE HOUSE OF GENTIANS READERS

As you may know, I post 4 pages update every Thursday. On each part I use a navigation menu that looks like this: NEXT PART PREVIOUS PART ABOUT+TABLE OF CONTENTS

For each new update the "NEXT PART" option isn't available yet. You will mostly see this note:

(available on my Patreon, will be posted here in a week) Because I do already post the next part on my Patreon for the same week. HOWEVER On the next week when I post the next part, I go to the previous part and edit it so that "NEXT PART" button contains the link to the newest update. However, if people already reblogged the part before the edit and others see their reblog after I already updated the next part, they may think that I didn't. So please, just in case, always go on my page here and check for updates to be certain 💚

#pakhnokh #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #house of gentians #hog

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axkirak · 7 months ago

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The Curse of Cassandra [EP : IX]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings : Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader) [The Acolyte]

Content waring : 18+ smut/nsfw, dubcon, drugged, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary : 'The Jessica Crime' named after Paul Atreides' mother, instructs the Bene Gesserit to 'never fall in love and always prioritize humanity over personal feelings.' Your love for Qimir is no different from Lady Jessica's love for Duke Leto—a love that will lead to great losses. You come to realize this truth as you uncover his hidden secrets and true identity.

Status: just finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

A/N : Great news! I just wrapped up this fic, and it’ll be finished in Episode 14. I’ll need a bit of time to proofread it, but I’ll do my best to post updates frequently so you won't have to wait too long!

Also, I want you to listen to this song while reading this episode. It fits perfectly with the moment: Ciara - Paint It, Black.

Ps.If you enjoy my work, please reblog it. Just liking the post won’t help others discover it.

➡ Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread // My mother is my enemy

[Episodes 9] The Jessica Crime

"You’ve been acting strangely since you woke up. What happened to you?"

Qimir's voice echoes faintly from outside your consciousness. You can’t even tell from which point in time it’s coming—past, present, or maybe it’s all just a future that hasn't happened yet.

Loss of temporal footing. Another voice fills your head, but this time it is the voice within your mind. The brief explanation brings you instant clarity. This is one of the symptoms experienced by those gifted with the ability to perceive across the dimensions of time. The flood of vast information overwhelms your mind, making it impossible to process in an orderly manner, intertwining the past, present, and future into a chaotic blend that is nearly impossible to separate.

You must find your anchor point, a point that makes you aware you are standing in the present.

The familiar voice urges you, guiding you on your next steps.

You recall the taste of spice in your tea cup—that peculiar blend of sweetness and fiery heat lingering on your tongue. You commit these sensations to memory, anchoring yourself in the present moment, while everything else beyond this remains as visions of what has been or what is yet to come.

"I think you’re taking too much spice."

This is the present, you remind yourself, as Qimir pulls the tea cup from your grasp. At the mention of spice, your thoughts momentarily drift to Arrakis, the planet you once saw in your dreams. Arrakis used to be the primary source of spice, which was once the most valuable substance in the universe. But now, it’s merely a rare, costly drug, dismissed as useless by most.[1]

Few know that spice isn’t just a hallucinogen; it also enhances the ability to see into the future. That is why you need to consume it, despite the many side effects it has on your body.

You need to stay alert tonight to anticipate and prepare for what is coming next.

There’s a sedative in the food.

You quietly review your plan in your mind. You have learned extensively about medicines from Qimir—how to identify herbs and concoct various potions with precision. Crafting a sedative isn't difficult; the challenge lies in administering it seamlessly so that even someone as sharp as Qimir won’t suspect a thing.

I used a method from the Suk School[2], you think, letting your mind drift back to the memories of your ancestors, back to a time before Paul Atreides became the Lisan al-Gaib.

You travel back to a pivotal moment in the galaxy's brutal history when House Harkonnen ruthlessly annihilated House Atreides. They initiated their plan by sedating everyone present before storming in to slaughter soldiers and servants, saving the key figures for last.

Your consciousness remains anchored in that moment, hearing the deep, mocking voice of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen as he taunts Lady Jessica, the Bene Gesserit and mother of Paul Atreides: “The sedative's effects were precisely calculated. We even know the exact second you will awaken.”

The method was simple: by knowing only height and weight, the Suk doctors could concoct the sedative in the precise dosage needed to control both the onset of drowsiness and the moment of awakening. Using this technique makes everything appear seamless and natural, as if the drowsiness were merely a result of natural fatigue rather than the effect of a drug. Qimir wouldn’t suspect he had been drugged—not until he woke up the next morning.

And by then, you’re certain you’ll be long gone from him.

He might harbor a slight suspicion now. you think, watching Qimir across the dinner table as he takes a bite of the Bocha[3] you prepared. But because he loves me, he chooses to trust me rather than doubt. And that will be his mistake.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Qimir remarks. You notice he’s finished eating and is now pouring you a glass of plain water—no spice. “What’s on your mind?”

You sense the growing suspicion in his eyes, sparked by your own lethargic and distant demeanor—a side effect of the spice and the temporal disorientation swirling in your mind. You know that Qimir's questioning isn't a good sign. If his doubts continue to deepen, the whole plan could easily unravel.

Clenching your fists, you deliberately press your nails into the soft skin of your palms, using the pain to anchor your mind in the present before responding in a calm voice: “I was just thinking of Arrakis. I dreamed of it a few nights ago.”

Arrakis. Qimir's brows furrow as he recalls how he’s heard you mutter the name of the ancient planet many times in your sleep.

He knows only that Arrakis was once the home planet of the Fremen, but beyond that, he knows little else. After the Holy Jihad ended, the stories of the Fremen became forbidden tales, lost to the sands of time. No records remain to testify to their existence. If Qimir hadn’t met you, he would have never believed that any Fremen still existed in this galaxy.

“Tell me,” he says softly. “About what you saw—about your home planet.”

You freeze for a moment, your mind pulled back into the past once more. Someone asked me this same question long ago.

How long? A thousand years, perhaps.

Deep in your consciousness, you find yourself sitting at the mouth of a sealed stone cave on Arrakis. Your gaze drifts over the distant rock formations and stretches of sand, a sense of peace settling over you. Cradled in your arms is a young Fremen woman of your age. As the night remains still, your lips meet in a silent kiss. She looks at you with eyes full of love, gently placing her hand on your cheek and whispering softly, “Usul, my beloved, tell me about your home planet.”

You blink, and the image shifts back to the present. The Fremen woman is replaced by Qimir. They share nothing in common except for those same eyes filled with love looking back at you.

Your heart wavers with confusion, a momentary urge to abandon your plan and confess the truth surging within you. But you can’t—there's no turning back now, only the choice to move forward.

“Arrakis was a desolate and arid planet, harsher than any other in the universe,” you say, setting your glass down on the table. “Water was so precious that we had to wear stillsuits at all times. These suits were designed to reclaim the body’s sweat and moisture, turning it into drinkable water.”

Qimir stares at you in amazement, a hint of apprehension creeping into his expression. “Are you saying that the Fremen used to drink their own sweat and... pee?”

You nod, almost smiling at his reaction. “We reclaimed even the water from corpses.”

“How did it taste?”

"Much worse than regular water," you reply, even though you've never actually tasted water from a stillsuit yourself. The memories of others make you feel as if you had. That warm, bland liquid was disgusting and bitter. "It was stale and unpleasant, but it was drinkable. We didn’t have much choice."

“That kind of life must’ve been incredibly hard.”

“Harder than anyone could imagine.” You hear a haunting wail deep within your mind as memories of brutal, unforgiving times resurface: stories of the Fremen fighting against ruthless rulers who came to exploit and plunder this planet, just to survive each day.

You take a deep breath before continuing, “But those hardships made us strong. We did whatever was necessary to survive.”

Qimir senses the bitterness in your words—the coldness laced with an undercurrent of isolation and pain hidden beneath those brief sentences.

He studies you for a moment, taking in your face and the deep blue eyes unique to the Fremen. The longer he looks, the more he senses a change within you. It’s as if you are no longer the person he once knew but someone from a distant, ancient world—a world he could never truly reach or understand, no matter how hard he tried.

Qimir moves closer, his hand reaching for yours. That's when he notices the small crescent-shaped marks from your nails on your palm. He stares at them for a moment before lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on the wound. “You’re not alone anymore, Hara.”

You know that whenever Qimir calls you by your Fremen name, it’s his way of expressing love and comfort. It always makes your heart soften, even though you know, deep down, that these feelings should never have existed in the first place.

The Bene Gesserit learned a harsh lesson from this long ago. They called it ‘The Jessica Crime,’[4] named after the mother of Paul Atreides.

It is said that her love for Duke Leto led her to follow her heart rather than obey the Sisterhood's orders, giving birth to a son when she was supposed to bear a daughter. This act altered the fate of the universe by bringing forth the Kwisatz Haderach prematurely, sparking a galactic war that ultimately led to unimaginable losses.

Since then, the Bene Gesserit established an inviolable rule—a warning passed down to every sister of every generation: never fall in love and always place the greater good of humanity above personal feelings.

You alone truly understand Jessica's thoughts, even though you exist in different times.

For to forbid someone from loving is like forbidding them from dying. As long as humanity has a heart, that rule will always remain impossible to follow.

Under the intoxicating influence of the spice that still clouds your senses, the world around you feels like a mirage. Even as Qimir's lips trail up to your mouth and neck, lingering in a slow, tender kiss, and his large hands caress your body, sending shivers of electricity through your skin,

This is real. All of this is real. You remind yourself as you surrender your body and being to his embrace.

You are fully aware that you're making the same mistake Jessica did. You grasp this truth with perfect clarity, knowing the consequences that will follow. Yet you allow it to happen because denying it would only arouse suspicion. Besides, deep down, you don’t want to deny your own feelings. This might be the last moment you and he share together before your fragile bond shatters beyond repair.

Your fading consciousness returns briefly as Qimir guides you to the bed. His hands deftly undo the knots of your clothes, just as he does with his own, leaving both your bodies and souls exposed.

Qimir pulls you onto his lap, your bare skin pressing against his, every soft curve and firm muscle meeting in intimate contact. You feel his growing arousal beneath your thighs.

For the first time, he lets you touch the cross-shaped scar on his back. You trace it gently, unable to stop yourself from asking, “Did it hurt much when you got this scar?”

“More than words can express,” he replies with a faint smile, though his eyes shine with anger at the memory. “I’ve never forgotten what happened that day.”

You don’t press him further; you know when to ask and when to remain silent. Besides, curiosity is unnecessary for you, as you've already glimpsed some of what he's faced and the terrible things he's done. Qimir may be gentle with you, but he's not a good man. His hands are stained with the blood of countless lives, and yet you still allow those hands to roughly explore every part of your body, fully aware of who he is and what he's done.

Your breath hitches as Qimir's fingers pinch and knead your nipple, sending a jolt of heat that spreads across your face. His other hand slowly glides down your stomach, lower and lower, until it reaches your most sensitive area. His fingertips explore your folds, circling your clit before sliding inside. He moves with a steady rhythm—neither too slow nor too fast—just enough to awaken your arousal. It wasn’t long before your desire soared, and the slickness between your legs made you ready for what comes next.

You lean over Qimir, carefully lowering yourself onto him, taking your time. A wave of desire washes over you as the tip of his cock gradually enters you. You exhale shakily, resting your forehead upon his shoulder, savoring the feeling as every vein of his length drags against your gummy walls. filling and stretching you in all the right ways. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of intimacy and longing as your bodies merge completely.

Qimir's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly as you begin to move your hips, riding his cock with a slow rhythm. He presses wet kisses along your jaw, trailing down to your neck, where he bites and sucks, leaving marks as if to claim you. Meanwhile, your nails dig into his back, uncaring that it might hurt him—you're certain he enjoys it.

A moan escapes your lips as Qimir thrusts up into you, his hips smacking sloppily against wet lips between your legs. bullying his cock deeper inside you. He begins to rut into you with increasing force, making your entire body tremble with pleasure, the intensity building as he swiftly took control. guiding your hips to move in sync with his, alternating between slow and quick thrusts.

The rhythm of desire is as tangled and complex as the threads of time. He knows exactly what you need, and you know what he desires, as if you've known each other for an eternity.

As your bodies move in perfect synchrony, chasing the orgasm that coils tight in your stomach, your thoughts and emotions begin to merge into one. While making love with Qimir, you catch glimpses of fragmented memories hidden within him, each flashing before your eyes like a rapidly playing video. You see the deaths of Jedi, the twisted desires, and the ominous shadow of a man wearing a cracked metal helmet, its surface etched with a twisted smile—the Sith who tried to kill you in your dreams.

They’re all the same person—each one is him.

“Qimir!”

You cry out, your voice breaking as your eyes widen in shock. Your entire body quakes with an indescribable sensation, torn between the bliss of your orgasm and the terror buried deep within your mind. You hear Qimir's low growl in your ear as he drives into you harder, relentless thrusts, until his movements begin to slow. His cock throbs inside you as he finally releases, painting your insides white with his cum, filling you to the brim and overflowing.

Qimir leans back on the bed, his breathing noticeably slowing, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. He looks more drained than usual but still has the strength to pull you into his arms. You barely dare to breathe, lying stiffly under his hold, watching him as he drifts off to sleep in mere moments.

You remain still for a while, waiting until you’re sure Qimir is in a deep sleep before carefully untangling yourself from his hold. Slipping out of bed, you dress quietly, your mind already knowing what you must do next. But when you glance back at Qimir one last time, hesitation grips you.

You bite your lip, knowing that the wisest thing to do right now is to gather your belongings, escape this place, and contact Sol immediately. Yet your mind refuses to settle until you confirm the truth with your own eyes, even though you already know deep down that the vision couldn’t possibly be wrong.

Moving with quiet precision, you find yourself in front of Qimir’s office—a place you were never allowed to enter. The door, locked with a digital passcode, is something you don’t know; however, the images from your vision guide your fingers as you type the code accurately. The door slides open.

Inside, the room is large and spacious, a blend of an office and a workshop. One corner holds a cluttered desk, while another is filled with tools and equipment, and shelves and crates are haphazardly cluttered around.

But what draws your attention most is a metal chest on the lowest shelf. Something within seems to beckon to you, like a faint whisper, urging you toward the secret waiting to be uncovered.

Kneeling on the floor, your hand trembles as you reach out to touch the chest. The cold metal startles you slightly, and a sudden fear wells up within you, making you hesitate to open it. I must not fear. Fear is the mindkiller. You recite the Bene Gesserit litany in your mind to calm your nerves before finally deciding to open the chest with a swift motion.

What you find inside makes you cover your mouth in shock. The truth Qimir had been hiding all along now unfolds before you.

Inside the chest lies a helmet made of cortosis, its dark, tarnished metal streaked with dull gold. The helmet is cracked in several places, though it has been mended. Its most distinct feature remains intact—the grotesque smile carved into the lower half of the helmet—the same smile you’ve seen countless times in your dreams

You think back to the events on the Trade Federation ship, where Qimir had appeared instead of the Sith. His face superimposes over the helmet in the chest, and in that instant, everything becomes crystal clear.

The man you've lived with all these years, the only one you've let into your life, is the very source of the darkness that haunts your dreams. Beneath the facade of a freelance trader and gentle lover lurks a terrifying truth—He is the Sith Lord, the threat to the galaxy, the ruthless Jedi killer, and possibly the one who may take your life.

Footnotes:

[1] This fic tweaks canon a bit—In canon, stopping spice use means losing prescient vision forever, but in this fic, you can quit without issue.

[2] Suk Doctors, trained at the Suk School, are elite physicians in the Dune universe, usually serving only wealthy families.

[3] Bocha is a crispy, delicious dish from The High Republic era, often served hot.

[4] According to the Dune novels, Lady Jessica’s defiance of the Bene Gesserit by having Paul Atreides is called 'The Jessica Crime,' a lesson for future generations to always control their emotions for humanity's sake."

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putting-eddie-munson-in-places · 1 year ago

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Ask box is: OPEN!

Navigation (some common categories for you to skim through!):

Hi all, just a couple FYIs for you!

I will periodically close off the asks to catch up on requests, and will update the status of the inbox above.

It has only happened once but please do not send messages with requests, please send them in an ask form so I can answer it for the post!

If it takes a little while to answer your request, it's most likely because it's already in the queue, I'm trying to figure out the best way to do it, OR I am crafting a new Eddie for your request (like here or here).

Speaking of: not all non-live action requests will be created with a new "created" Eddie. I love doing those, but I'm putting this out there now 😅 (and also sometimes it's funnier if he doesn't match the style like this one!)

If there are multiple requests in the ask box with the same request, I will answer/post with whichever was asked via a blog and not on anon and add the screen grab from the other anon request (like I've done here and here!)

If there are multiple with the requester not on anon I will answer with the older request and screenshot/tag the newer (like on this one)!

If you request something that has been done already, i will either respond with the link to the previous request, or do another of the same thing (depending on how full the inbox is getting)!

!!UPDATE!! other people have started creating/putting their own eddies in places and i'm so flattered!!! please please tag me, i would love to see them and reblog them here! if you want to see them going forward, i'm tagging them as #other peoples' eddies 💖

you can see my personal fave eddies here!

That's it for now, thank you so much for your support on this silly little blog!

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Oh my goodness, I can't believe we're here! This is the FIRST Compendium update for Dawntrail! ☀️ In the end I didn't need the extra weekend off; I just put this together in-between trusts (don't judge me).

I hope everyone is having a fantastic time with the new expansion. I am especially excited to see how this document expands as I find new things in its advent, so please let me know if you make/find anything interesting!

While I don't think the Compendium will have anything pertaining to spoilers, I will try to note where resources/communities contain them going forward. Resources may update without me knowing, however; please do your best to engage with content keeping the possibility of spoilers in mind. Thanks!

With that said, however, as of today (07/06), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LARGE SCALE

XIV Modding — In the online game known as FINAL FANTASY XIV, modifications usually fall under the “tools”, “mods” and “plugins” categories. The purpose of this wiki is to provide a semi-comprehensive breakdown of the existing tools & ways to mod the game cosmetically, ie visuals, audio & other on-screen assets.

*Please note: Modding is a direct violation of the games ToS and discussion of it in game will earn you a ban. Its inclusion in the Compendium is for collection purposes; I am not responsible for what you do with the tools should you download them.

FRIEND / CASUAL SERVER

A Walk Across Etheirys — We are a group of friends, and story-lovers, who have chosen to make the slow journey through every zone of FFXIV we can! We take these walks by expansion, remembering them for what they were and what they meant to us, and aim to add new ones as they arise.

LORE

A Comprehensive List of Halonic Swears — For your Ishgardian fanfiction and lore reference. Created by @rosestarart.

SEAFLOOR

We're a Tumblr Community now! For people unfamiliar with the concept of Communities, I encourage you to check out the tumblr post by staff made about them here. However, copy/pasting what I have written in the Compendium, the Community functions as so:

SEAFLOOR (A FFXIV Community) is a Tumblr community whose duel-purpose focuses on my projects — the Compendium, question drives and screenshot events — whilst also reblogging member created works, resources (including events, commissions and looking for content/roleplay/free company posts), affirmations and other xiv-related content. If you are interested in supporting my projects without the social aspect of a Discord, I highly encourage you to join the Community. Everything hosted on the Discord will be cross-posted there; you will not miss out on anything. As Communities are still in beta, members need to be manually invited. If you would like to join, please like the tumblr post here. Once Communities are out of beta, I will remove this section to better reflect its true public status.

I'm hoping the Community will function as a member-curated dash, resource hub and visual diary for my projects and member created works. There are no hard feelings if you want to leave the Discord and only join the Community. Please do what makes you comfortable!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🌻

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv community #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea's community compendium #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks

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