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who is it? | poly!marauders + lily

↳wc: 3k

↳pairing: poly!marauders+lily x reader (james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, lily evans x reader)

↳Warning/Tags: War, memory of the past resurfaces, Lily cries, betrayal, confusion and guilt, not reviewed.

↳Note: I remember that I had this draft since Nov 2024. Since it’s been a while since I last wrote (due to a massive creative block that is slowly fading), I wanted to finish it. I wanted to start with something different and try not to be so repetitive with certain things, even though it’s hard for me haha. Also, I’m implementing some things like content warnings, which I might still need to work on. Maybe I should accept some suggestions because my creativity is slipping away again…

a/n: I felt inspired by those who write about the polyamorous relationship between the Marauders, including Lily or another character. (I became a fan of it, in addition to liking the Harry Potter books/movies), and sorry if it's short.

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The war was at its peak in the magical world, and the few remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix had taken refuge in the Black house. Among them were James Potter and Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, along with other members like Hestia Jones and the young Metamorphmagus Nymphadora Tonks. The Weasley family was also present, including their son Harry Potter and his closest friends, Hermione Granger and, of course, Ron Weasley.

The atmosphere was filled with tension as the members of the Order of the Phoenix prepared plans for their next confrontation.

At that moment, Harry was with Ron and Hermione exploring the house, as they were new there, and Harry had offered to give them a tour. As they went upstairs, Sirius warned them about the enchanted portrait of the Black family matriarch, who would insult and curse anyone who dared to pass by. However, he also told them to be cautious of his house-elf, Kreacher, as he was an unpleasant creature. (Or rather, Sirius was the only one who thought that way). Harry and his friends began their little adventure exploring the surroundings of the Black house, but what intrigued them the most—or rather, intrigued Ron the most—was Sirius's room. Although Harry wouldn't blame him, he was also intrigued to know what else Sirius was hiding in his room, since only on a few occasions had he entered there under the supervision of only Sirius.

Which was quite strange. Harry, always curious and mischievous, used to inspect every corner of the house without anything stopping him. However, every time he tried to enter Sirius's room, something happened. He always appeared at his side with any excuse to stop him. It wasn't just a one-time occurrence; it would happen every time someone else—be it Remus, James, or even Lily—tried to get in to make sure there were no curses or simply to inspect the place. And, although it was all supposed to be for security, Harry couldn't help feeling there was something else going on. Something that had nothing to do with dark magic or wards, but rather a secret hanging in the air. He wasn't the only one who felt it. His relatives seemed to notice it too, although no one said anything out loud. And that only fueled his curiosity further. It wasn't just a one-time occurrence; it happened every time someone else—be it Remus, James, or even Lily—tried to get in to make sure there were no curses or simply to inspect the place. And even though it was all supposed to be for safety, Harry couldn't help but feel there was something more. Something that had nothing to do with dark magic or wards, but rather a secret hanging in the air.

But he wasn't the only one. I feel like the others were hiding something from him, even though no one said anything. And that only fueled his curiosity.

What were they hiding?

The door to their room was in front of them, and upon entering quietly, they discovered it was a mess. Sirius had told him that he had enchanted the place so that nothing could move, basically a very powerful sticking charm. The room was filled with Gryffindor banners, the bed was messy, and the books were turned into a pile of pebbles, which Hermione instinctively picked up to examine. The place, though chaotic, had a cozy atmosphere and perfectly reflected Sirius's rebellious personality. Another thing that earned Sirius a scolding from Lily at the time was not only having banners and photos of motorbikes but also pictures of Muggle girls in bikinis stuck up there.

Harry was investigating the room, observing every detail with curiosity (except for the pictures of girls). He stopped in front of the Gryffindor banner hanging on the wall. The colorful emblem sharply contrasted with the rest of the house, reflecting Sirius's clear mockery of his family, who had belonged to Slytherin. Harry smiled as he imagined Sirius, young and rebellious, hanging the banner with a defiant grin, enjoying the small victory in his battle against his family's expectations. As they continued exploring, Hermione had picked up a book near Sirius’s bed, but she noticed a box sticking out from under the bed. It looked dusty and somewhat neglected. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she grabbed it, while Ron diverted his gaze from certain photos, looking towards Hermione.

"Hey, what do you have there?" Ron asked, getting closer. This caught Harry's attention as he saw his friends with a box.

"What is that?" Harry asked, curious.

"No idea, it was down there. It must belong to your parents," Hermione explained, handing the box to Harry. He took it without a word and placed it on Sirius's bed. He tried to open it, which he managed to do with a bit of effort. Inside, he found photos and... letters that, based on the handwriting and names, were from his parents.

"Harry, that’s from your parents! Don’t invade their privacy!" Hermione scolded, noticing Harry’s actions. Harry didn’t pay much attention to her words, as he saw the same curious look in her eyes.

Harry sat on the bed, prompting both Hermione and Ron to imitate the gesture. The first photos showed James, Remus, and Sirius together. It was clear they were old; their youthful features and carefree smiles. As they looked through more pictures, they began to notice the presence of his mother, Lily. There were pictures of the four of them together, sharing happy moments. But as they continued, Harry's joy shifted to curiosity when he noticed the presence of another person in some of the photos.

Among the images, there were intimate and family moments: kisses, hugs, and laughter. The presence of this person, unknown to Harry until now, intrigued him deeply. Finally, in one of the photos, Ron took one that left him not only puzzled but also confused.

"Harry, look at this," Ron said, handing him the photo. What he saw left him just as bewildered as his friend. It was the image of that person holding a baby Harry in their arms. Even the moving pictures showed them holding baby Harry, gazing at the camera with an expression of... tenderness and... love.

Who was she? Harry wondered. Why couldn't he remember her? Why hadn't his parents ever mentioned her?

After the meeting, Harry called his family to the living room for a private gathering. The fact that the Weasleys were still there didn’t make him uncomfortable, but he preferred this matter to be between them. At that moment, everyone sat in complete silence, confused by Harry’s unusual behavior.

“Harry, sweetheart, is everything okay?” Lily asked with her maternal voice.

Harry let out a sigh and slammed all the photographs onto the table. Everyone stared, shocked. Lily’s face went pale, and she covered her mouth, while Sirius shifted uncomfortably, looking away. Remus and James let out a long sigh.

“Harry…” Remus murmured, trying to keep his voice steady, “Where did you get these photos?” he asked.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” Harry replied in a trembling voice. At that, Remus shot him a stern look, noticing how Sirius seemed to shrink into the sofa.

“Who is she? Why didn’t you tell me there was someone else?” Harry demanded.

“I thought you had thrown them away,” Remus murmured, glancing at Sirius.

“I thought I had hidden them well,” Sirius muttered, not meeting his gaze.

No one responded to Harry’s sudden questions. Then, James, his father, picked up one of the photographs and looked at it with sadness. The image showed Remus, Sirius, Lily, and James together, with baby Harry in the center. Lily was lifting Harry’s small hand so he could wave at the camera, but there was also someone else there, holding him gently and pinching his cheek in a loving manner. This person was right in the middle of Sirius, Lily, and Harry, all gazing at the camera with love.

James and Lily leaned closer to the photo, their faces filled with nostalgia and sorrow.

“Can I know who they were?” Harry asked again, this time looking at his father, James. He ran his thumb over the photo, more specifically over the joyful individual in the picture.

“It’s (y/n) (l/n)… they were an important part... of our lives,” James said in a choked voice. Lily nodded slowly.

“They were someone we loved deeply, Harry,” Lily said, gazing at him with a mixture of tenderness and sadness. “They were everything to us,” she murmured quietly at the end.

“What happened?” Harry asked, his voice full of curiosity and concern. James looked at Harry, then turned his gaze to Lily. She, with a solemn expression, nodded slowly, signaling that she was ready to continue.

Lily took a deep breath, preparing to reveal more details. She glanced at Remus and Sirius, both of whom were holding a photo of (y/n) in their hands.

“What happened was... hard to accept,” she said. “They left after a fight we had. We thought they’d come back, and indeed, they did. But what they did upon returning deeply shocked us.”

“,you left without thinking about the consequences! Do you know how dangerous it is out there? Your actions put our safety and Harry's at risk. Don’t you understand that?” Sirius shouted furiously. You had left the safety of the house despite all the warnings. The decision had been impulsive, driven by your worry and frustration, but in the middle of the war, it was an extremely dangerous action.

“Of course, I’m aware of all the risks, Sirius, but do you think I could stay here knowing that the most important people in my life are out there risking their lives?” exclaimed, their voice filled with desperation and pain.

“We completely understand how you feel, but please, you need to understand that what you did was extremely dangerous. You not only risked your life, but also Harry's life, the secret of our house's location,” Lily said desperately. “What do you think would have happened if we hadn’t gotten there in time?” she added, her voice mixed with anguish and concern.

“We’re under a lot of pressure, and what you did didn’t help. All of this is for your safety, for Harry’s, for ours. Leaving the house in the middle of this chaos is not the solution,” Remus said, disappointment in his voice.

“I was just trying to help,” (y/n) said, their voice trembling. “You’re all out there putting your lives at risk while I’m here hiding, doing nothing—damn it, do you think I don’t fear the thought that you might never come back?”

“We know, darling, and we appreciate everything you do for us. But please, don’t put yourself in danger like this... okay? We’ll always come back to you and Harry,” James said softly.

“And what if you don’t?” said, furrowing their brow and looking at him. “What if you don’t come back? What if one of you gets seriously hurt, or worse...” They hiccupped in the middle of their outburst. No one said anything. (y/n) looked around, and no one spoke… no one looked at them.

(y/n) frowned and scrunched their nose, their frustration and pain evident. Without saying another word, they turned and left the room, heading toward the room they shared.

Lily closed her eyes, the sadness clearly visible as the memory faded. “It was... a difficult night, one where emotions took control and caused more damage than we expected. They just wanted to help, but in that moment, the stress of going on missions and not knowing anything about you, about both of you, not even whether we would come back or not, was so overwhelming... we didn’t know how to handle it,” Lily said, leaving the room in a brief silence.

“That was the night everything happened. We decided to wait a little to let our emotions calm down. Without saying a word, we went to our rooms to sleep,” Remus continued, still not daring to forget that moment. When everyone calmed down, no one said anything to avoid fueling the small flame still burning within them. But that flame almost went out when, upon entering their rooms, they saw (y/n) sleeping, wrapped in blankets, with traces of tears still falling onto the pillow as they slept. That image broke his heart—having made someone cry who only tried to help, even if it meant giving their life for it.

“I remember waking up with a feeling of unease, like something wasn’t right... and indeed, something had happened...” he continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia and sadness.

“(y/n) was gone,” he said quietly.

Remus remembered how fear flooded his being when he opened his eyes and realized that wasn’t by his side on the large bed where they all slept. He thought maybe they were in the bathroom or the kitchen, but something inside him told him that wasn’t the case.

Desperate, he woke Sirius, who was sleeping beside him. Sirius, noticing the concern on Remus's face, quickly looked at the empty side of the bed where (y/n) usually slept and began searching for them with his eyes across the room.

Feeling more and more uneasy, Remus quickly got up and headed out of the room. Meanwhile, Sirius shook James and Lily awake.

“Lily! James! (y/n) isn’t here!” Sirius exclaimed, standing up and rushing to join Remus.

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, panic in her voice. Both James and Lily immediately stood up, their concern growing as they searched the house. They checked room after room, even Lily searched in baby Harry’s room, knowing (y/n) loved to be there at night, but nothing. She couldn’t find that figure she cherished seeing in the middle of the night.

“We quickly deduced that they had left the house, so Sirius and I decided to go look for them,” Remus remembered. “Meanwhile, James and Lily would stay in case they came back, but Lily didn’t want us to go.”

“No, no, please, Remus, we can’t leave now. It’s too dangerous,” Lily said, worry clearly reflected on her face. “We must stay here, all of us, in case they return. We’ll be notified immediately if anyone sees them out there.”

However, the discussions led to no concrete resolution. Anxiety and fear prevailed as they tried to coordinate an appropriate response. It was in the midst of that confusion that an unexpected sound broke the silence—the sound of someone appearing outside the house. The group looked out the window. There, in the dim light, stood (y/n), motionless.

It was a moment of relief when they saw (y/n), nearly everyone rushing toward the door, but something told them to stay.

Then... it was when...

“We saw them raise their wand,” Remus said. “Before we could do anything, explosions started going off in the house. The situation became chaotic quickly.”

The spell they cast caused a violent explosion on the house’s facade. The walls vibrated with the force of the impact, and a blast shattered several windows, sending sharp glass fragments flying around.

“We saw how (y/n) was causing destruction,” Remus continued. “Desperate, we tried to defend ourselves. Lily, instinctively, went to find you to protect you, while James tried to coordinate with Sirius and me.”

The urgency of the situation forced Sirius and Remus to prepare to defend themselves, wands in hand, though their hearts ached deeply, knowing that the cause of all this was someone they had once loved. Lily, her heart pounding, held Harry tightly, determined to keep him safe. James, filled with anguish, tried to coordinate with Sirius and Remus to ensure a quick evacuation.

With a heavy heart and an overwhelming sense of sorrow, they all stood together, watching what had once been their home. That house, their refuge, where they had shared so many memories, so much laughter and so many secrets, was now crumbling before their eyes. Amid the destruction, a figure emerged from the ruins, and they recognized them instantly. Standing there, wand raised, their face was marked with a mixture of desperation and fury. But before they could utter a single word, the group… simply vanished, leaving them behind, alone.

They reappeared not far from the scene, ensuring that baby Harry wouldn’t be affected by the residual magic. Even from that distance, they could hear the terrifying sounds of their home being destroyed—the splintering of wood, the deafening crash of walls collapsing, and the fierce roar of flames devouring everything in their path.

Lily, clutching Harry in her arms, felt the crushing weight of loss. Not just the loss of a home, but something far more painful—the loss of someone who had once meant everything to them.

As she recalled that night, Lily felt her heart shatter all over again. To love someone, only to watch them betray everything they had once shared, was a wound that ran deeper than any she had ever known. Her tears fell freely, soaking her face, her hands trembling as she tried in vain to wipe them away.

Harry watched in silence, noticing the pain on his mother's face and the tension that filled the room. To him, it was baffling how a single argument had triggered a chain of events that had nearly ended in a massacre. He didn’t fully understand the extent of the conflict, but he could feel the weight of sadness and regret lingering in the air. His eyes shone with a mix of confusion and sorrow as he watched Remus and Sirius holding the photographs where they all appeared together.

Despite the pain, Harry couldn’t deny how important (y/n) had been to them. Even though he didn’t remember them clearly, he felt a connection, as if, in some way, their presence had once been significant in his life. The love and grief etched into his parents’ faces gave him a deeper understanding of the bond they had shared.

He longed to understand what had driven someone so important in their lives to make choices that led to such devastation. A pang of guilt struck him for unearthing a memory his family had tried to bury, yet at the same time, he yearned to have (y/n) in front of him—to hear from their own lips the reasons behind their actions and to find answers that could make sense of the rift and the pain that had torn his family apart.

But where… where were you?

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The Voice 2 | Paul Atreides (¿wip?)

↳ Note: i am alive. Honestly, I felt the need to share this preview or perhaps an ending, I don’t know. I had been absent due to a terrible lack of creativity, which is now starting to come back little by little.

↳note: I’ve got other drafts I wanna keep working on, plus some ideas I wanna throw in there. ¡I’ll see how I can do it!. Love you guys, bye!

↳p.s: I had this draft since June, how crazy!

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Who are you?...

Walking through the vast desert of Arrakis, how is it possible that you glide with such skill, knowing that the worms lurk beneath the sand, that the Harkonnens are out there, waiting for the precise moment to strike?

How can you dive into their dreams, as if they were your own, wrapped in that veil that is both so ethereal and yet so delicate?

Why do you stop?...

Why do you look at me with those unfathomable eyes?...

Why... do you smile at me that way?...

Paul opened his eyes calmly, feeling his breath flowing peacefully, without any trace of the anxiety that had enveloped him upon waking. This time, there were no dreams of disaster or shadows of war lurking in his mind.

He let out a long, deep sigh, feeling his heart beating steadily.

Paul didn’t know how to feel in that moment. He had seen in his dream someone who, with just a glance... a smile, had instilled in him a deep and unfamiliar calm. Waking up without that weight was so strange that it filled him with relief and uncertainty.

Beside him, Chani slept in silence, her breathing a soft murmur in the air. Paul watched as her chest rose and fell, seeing how her face reflected a peace that he found comforting. He noticed her hand resting a short distance from his, so close and yet so distant from the confusion that coursed through him.

Paul slowly moved his hand toward hers, but then he stopped, overwhelmed by doubt. His heart began to beat wildly, torn between the desire to intertwine his fingers with Chani’s and the uncertainty of taking that step. Why did he hesitate? The peace that Chani offered was real, and her presence filled him with warmth, but the image... that image... that smile, that face, still lingered in his mind, like an echo he could not ignore...

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it's literally me now :,)

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

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I came across this hashtag game while browsing, never participated in one before, but it seems fun so here are my top 5.

I feel shy about tagging others, so feel free to join if you want to.

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

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i don't care | Laurie Laurence

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Inside one of the rooms of the march residence lay the feverish body of one of the sisters, to be specific, (y/n) March.

the girl might have contracted an illness due to the strain she had been under in recent days. for a moment, her sisters and mother were terrified that perhaps (y/n) had contracted scarlet fever, but luckily that wasn't the case. although she was taken care of by everyone, (y/n) didn't agree with being looked after. it's not that she was stubborn (or maybe she was), she just didn't want her sisters to stop attending to their activities to take care of her.

lying on the bed with both arms behind her head, resting on the pillow, and with a thick blanket covering her from the waist down.

trying to rest for the umpteenth time. but this time (y/n) managed to close her eyes completely.

but suddenly, soft knocks sounded behind the door. (y/n) reluctantly turned her head towards the door. as no one entered or even asked, she rolled her eyes, closed them again, but... the knocks sounded again.

—Jo, if it's you, don't worry, I'm fine, okay? —(y/n) spoke hoarsely.

no one responded.

—Jo? —(y/n) asked without even looking, as she didn't even have her eyes open due to the exhaustion she was feeling.

the sound of the door being opened, along with the echo of boots resonating on the wooden floorboards, filled the room. the small "creak" of the door closing gently was all that could be heard, as if the person entering the room wanted to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of their boots on the wood gave them away. (y/n), who still had her eyes closed, could hear every step, softly echoing in the room, approaching. Until at one moment, they stopped, and (y/n) felt the weight of someone sitting down beside her bed.

opening her eyes slightly and trying to visualize who it was, although at first everything seemed blurry, (y/n) gradually began to recognize the facial features of that person.

—Laurie? —she asked, astonished, as the person smiled gently.

—What are you doing here? —she asked, confused, but with a noticeable discreet smile.

—Jo told me you were in bed, so since everyone had their turn to visit you, I felt like now it was my turn to do so, —Laurie joked, eliciting a small smile from (y/n).

—But putting that aside, how are you feeling? —he asked, changing the subject.

—Do you really want to know? —(y/n) asked, as Laurie nodded in response.

—Terribly indebted to them, —(y/n) blurted out, making Laurie laugh. —You should have seen them coming in and out of the room. I couldn't sleep with the sound of their shoes echoing on the floor, the door opening and closing, and please don't make me remember the sound of their desperate voices. for a moment, I felt like I was dying, —(h/c) laughed, while feeling Laurie rub her hand over the arm that was extended behind (y/n)'s head..

—But amidst all the chaos you're telling me, I see that you're doing well, —he said, rested her hand on the other end of the bed, beside the girl's body.

—Tell my sisters, —said (y/n), placing her arm over her eyes.

at that moment, a small silence filled the room, but oddly enough, it wasn't uncomfortable as some might have expected.

however, that silence and atmosphere were interrupted when (y/n) felt fingers glide over her cheek, the thumb tracing her cheekbone delicately. this caught (y/n)'s attention, causing her to remove her arm from her eyes.

—What are you doing?— she asked

—I'm looking at you, —Laurie joked.

—How silly, —(y/n) murmured, although she regretted it a bit when she noticed Laurie's sudden serious expression, with his head pointing towards the ground. With some effort, she managed to sit up at least, placing her hand on Laurie's shoulder to get his attention. —I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...—

—Don't worry, —Laurie interrupted, —it's not that —he murmured softly at the end.

—Then what is it? —(y/n) asked, confused.

with that, Laurie let out a long sigh that (y/n) could hear. she watched as he turned his gaze towards her. suddenly, Laurie shifted on the bed and slowly extended his hands, taking (y/n)'s hands in his. this gesture made (y/n) nervous due to Laurie's sudden actions.

—(y/n)...— he began, but the realization dawned on (y/n) about what Laurie might say.

—Laurie, no... don't do it, —interrupted with a disappointed voice, pulling her hands away from his.

—What? Why? —Laurie murmured, trying to take (y/n)'s hands again, but she kept them out of his reach.

—Because I know you love Jo, —(y/n) affirmed, noticing Laurie's surprised expression. —I know, —she murmured at the end.

(y/n) turned her gaze away, avoiding Laurie's eyes, while all he did was take the girl's hand again.

—Please, (y/n), please listen —Laurie murmured as he gently caressed her hand. —You're right, I love Jo... but the love I feel for you is different, —he affirmed with determination. With his other hand, he gently held (y/n)'s chin, turning it so their gazes met.

laurie noticed how tiny tears streamed down (y/n)'s cheek. tenderly, he slid his thumb over her eyes, wiping away every trace of sadness he found.

—I mean it, —he murmured. —Why don't you believe me?—

(y/n) shook her head.

—I don't know, —she said between sobs.

—then let me show you. Let me show you that I'm serious, —he murmured, moving closer to she, their faces just inches apart.

laurie, being so close, could feel the warmth emanating from her. he could have joked that perhaps was embarrassed by the moment, but he chose to remain silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.

laurie tenderly held (y/n)'s face in his hands and began to kiss her gently. he started on her cheek, then moved up to her temple and placed another kiss, moving on to her forehead and then to the other cheek. as he did so, he noticed (y/n) starting to giggle. emboldened by the joy of the moment, laurie ventured to give her a sudden kiss on the tip of her nose, eliciting even more laughter and a warm feeling in his heart.

however, at one point, laurie stopped, fixing his gaze on a place he hadn't kissed yet.

(y/n) noticed and warned him.

—If you get sick, Laurie, I'm not going to take care of you —she said, staying just inches away from him.

laurie could only smile as he let his lips meet hers. In that moment, it didn't matter if he couldn't get up tomorrow. All that mattered to him in that moment was what they were sharing.

they both pulled away in search of air, although they kept their foreheads together. In that small space between them, the rapid beating of their hearts resonate like a shared echo of intense emotions.

—i don't care —murmured laurie.

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↳ Note: I made this little one-shot a long time ago and I never could finish it, I always had it as a draft. Also, I saw that the theme of the 'little women' had already gone out of style. So, I didn't want to upload it.now i want to cry ↳ p.s: I just noticed that this has a lot of (y/n) and a lot of Laurie. :D I'll try to improve and not to put so much (y/n).

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The Voice | Paul Atreides

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Paul and Chani, along with Lady Jessica, were camping in the vast desert of Arrakis, surrounded by golden dunes and the eternal silence that characterizes that arid and desolate world. In the afternoon, as the three of them were in the tent, they were suddenly startled by joyful shouts and laughter echoing in the distance.

Alerted by the noise, they stepped out of the tent and found several Fremen, desert natives, waving their arms in the air with expressions of happiness directed towards a figure standing not far away. Among them stood a young woman unfamiliar to Paul and Lady Jessica, but not to Chani.

Chani, with a smile on her face, joined in the joy of the Fremen, while Paul and Lady Jessica watched with confusion. They didn't understand what was happening, but they could still feel the joy radiating from the group.

When she finally reached the group, the Fremen surrounded her with joy and warm hugs, while that person received those gestures with affection. Paul observed how Chani wrapped her arms around that person, not wanting to let go. Paul understood how that person had somehow managed to connect with the very essence of the desert and its people.

—you must be exhausted from the journey. why don't you rest?— Chani suggested, catching the attention of Paul and Jessica.

—Yeah, maybe a little rest sounds good —she replied, following chani.

As they approached the tent, Paul and Jessica called out to them, grabbing both their attention.

—I'm sorry, the excitement of the moment almost made me forget —chani smiled, while the girl also smiled. —(y/n), these are lady jessica and paul atreides —chani introduced them, —they are one of us.

from his position, paul watched (y/n) attentively as she removed her cloak, revealing sparkling eyes and a serene presence that took his breath away. her (h/c) hair gently waving in the desert breeze.

—It's an honor to meet you, (y/n), —Lady Jessica speak.

—A pleasure to meet you —Paul said.

(y/n) responded with a respectful nod.

—The honor and pleasure are all mine, Lady Jessica, —she said, looking at the named person and then moving her look to the young man, —Paul.

Paul, surprised, looked up at her in disbelief. Lately, he had been dreaming of a similar voice calling out his name.

a voice that was now in front of him.

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↳ Note: Hey, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction... sooo... I have several unfinished drafts. Maybe with this one, I'll make a sequel... Maybe... I don't know ↳ p.s: this was something quick that came out of my head, while I was watching the new Dune movie

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¿ Why do fics that contain smut attract more than fics that contain romance?