#berylcluster {paul}

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@berylcluster grows impatient {paul}

When he had been a boy, Feyd had traveled through Giedi Prime's remaining forests and he had come across a snake pit. They had all been tightly coiled together, writhing and nipping so much so that it had been impossible to tell where one serpent began and the other ended. Piter had made a comment that it looked to him like a convention of the Landsraad. The Landsraad or Arrakeen now.

Feyd Rautha's mind was also like that snakepit, he had been pacing in his cell ever since the duel. His mind a catalogue of everything he'd lost- brother, planet, name, Barony, princess and even his Uncle's blood. He hoped whatever the little Atreides bitch did was slow. When he had tried in his own clumsy attempt to kill the Old Baron he'd chosen Zenobia, when administered in the right amount the pain could last for hours even days.

He spun on the balls of his feet when he heard footsteps expecting to see a Fremen executioner. He scoffed more on instinct than anything but stood his ground. "Are you going to kill me, Atreides?" He asked spitting the name out like poison.

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✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ Care to join me? #9: (NSFW) A one night stand ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Paul }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @berylcluster ❫

When Dimitri had snuck out of the palace, snuck into a bar under disguise. He had no intentions on doing anything so reckless, had grown out of that stage. But that was a lie, wasn't it? Because he was being a bit reckless by sneaking out when in less than thirteen hours he'd be meeting his betrothed, just to go to a bar where anyone could recognize him. Which he was sure the press would have a field day with that, especially with the fact he was flirting with some stranger like he wasn't engaged to be married.

But it was just harmless flirting that wasn't meant to go anywhere, the last time he could freely do so. Yet when the male asked if he care to to join him in a one night stand after a few drinks, he was caught off guard. So much he had to take a moment to process what the pretty boy was truly asking then his cheeks heated up as a shade of red settled upon them. ❝You want to hook up, huh? You don't even know who I am and you want to have an one night stand.❞ Dimitri voiced in amusement. ❝Hm, sure why not? Let's do it.❞ He could go out with a bang before his life changed forever, that would be fun. Or that could be the alcohol talking, either way he was down for a good time.

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@berylcluster hit the <3

Hers is a charmed life. She has no illusions of this. Though she's been sheltered and kept protected from the dangers of the Known Universe, she had also been taught not to take the life she had been gifted for granted. A princess in a tall tower she might be, dumb and ignorant she was not. She was her people's future and it was an honor she took seriously.

She was able to afford the small creature comforts due to her station and though usually she would reframe from over indulgence, she hadn't truly been prepared for that first dry heat when she stepped onto the surface of that desert planet; Arrakis. How glad she was her family ship held silly things like a large bathhouse and a shimmering pool.

The planet was lovely in a way she wasn't used to. Different from her own home world. Some would call it dull and dab but she sees it through the lens of wonder and excitement. Who could say what adventure would seek her out, what secrets and long to be told stories could be found all around. Still. There was the matter of the heat, the moisture that seemed to leech from her very body. She knew she'd have to be careful when exploring for more than once a single reason. Her party pauses and she glances towards the focus of their gazes. The royal family had come to greet them. She studies the Duke and his wife, [she refused to think of Lady Jessica as anything but, it seemed disrespectful and she knew how she'd feel if someone thought less of her mother because her father was stubborn. ] both presented themselves as befitting their ranks yet they couldn't keep her eye for very long as Paul Atreides steps from behind them and seems to find her gaze in the crowd. As handsome as she's been told. His father's coloring and his mother's features. He's truly striking and suddenly she finds herself wondering if she painted such a picture. She was merely many shades of pale. From her hair to her dress and the jewelry she worn.. Both parties are moved indoors with some haste and she soon finds herself far too interested in the building around her and when she looks back to where her party should be.. She finds she's alone.. Except for the prince standing and watching her.

Her cheeks darken with color and she quickly finds her voice. "I'm sorry.. I must have.. Did I stray away or did I simply move too slowly?" She asks, trapping over her words, that flush spreading over the bridge of her nose.

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Otheym smiled softly, the wind whistling outside their stiltent as he worked slowly to undress his beloved. All Sietches had their own way of manufacturing their stilsuits those from from Sietch Tabr were of course different from his own. But Otheym wanted to make a point of undressing him slowly. He wanted to enjoy this.

As each new expanse of flesh became exposed he kissed it. "Your body reminds me of a crysknife, did I ever tell you that?"

➫ PAUL loved the way his companion sounded, every small gasp, every flutter of lashes as his hands grazed over tanned and toned flesh, happy that Otheym was fully naked and ready to be spoiled. His personal religion could be found in this man's body, he'd worship at his lips if he wanted, and he's sure the other would let him.

"Please do, you are becoming more tantalizing by the second." He whispers, though there isn't a need to, kissing at Labid's neck, biting to leave bright red marks and hoping they will stick.

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　It was preferable this way. It had been the fanatic leader of the Fremen who dethroned her father or the psychotic Harkonnen heir, at least she could understand Paul's motives and the same could not be said for Feyd-Rautha. From birth, she was always going to the future Emperor's wife —— it's a relatively easy role to slip into next to @berylcluster. The only reservation was he was not utilizing her, the same as her father before him; blinded by their own title and authority that no one saw her potential. Bene Gesserit-trained and very knowledgeable, she could be more of an asset than a trophy had he so desired it.

"I do not mean to disturb you." But curiosity is eating at her, worry for her own station, and the throne because if he lost it she was certain her life would be forfeit. It's enough to survive two emperors, she doubted the universe would be kind enough for a third. She steps closer, "You must be tired." ╱ continued.

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@berylcluster will weep no more {paul}

"And are you the Lisan al Gaib?" Kaleff asked skeptically looking this out-freyn over the question was direct and almost mocking because of it. He is no older than me, and my father was a good fighter. Even Stilgar trusted him to join him when they left the Sietch.

He didn't wear a green sash of mourning on his arm, his step-father would be mourned in his own way with his mother and little brother. He'd already decided against calling the outsider out when he'd first heard of Jamis' death when out spice-gathering with the other Fremen youths. There had been rumors even before the Atreides had come to Arrakis that the time of the prophecy was at hand and that this pale-skinned wali was the Voice from the Outer World. Killing him would bring trouble from the other young men, and if he had Stilgar's countenance that too would raise trouble. They were young still but he and Stilgar's son, Shishakli had already begun discussing exchanging water rings.

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He wasn't exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All he knew for sure was that right here and now, he was falling hard and he could only pray that he was feeling the same way.

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✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ 💋 ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Paul }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @berylcluster ❫

Wasn't it just remarkable how life worked out at times? How one minute you could be hooking up with a complete stranger then the next you could be married to him? It was almost hilarious, like something out of a movie. But it was real and one could only imagine his surprise when Dimitri finally met his betrothed, whom he kinda cheated on the night prior, and it turned out to be the stranger. And to know someone on such an intimate level then pretend you don't, oh how awkward that was. Even more so when one realize your fiancé knew your sins because in a way you intended to cheat on him, yet he knew Paul's because he intended the same thing so guess they were even there.

Which he couldn't wonder what that information would have down to the alliance their parents intended with this union if they knew their sins? But that was something he'd never know, the only thing he knew was that he needed to talk to his fiancé. However by unfortunate circumstances, they never truly did get a moment to themselves after that. With everything in chaotic wedding preparation mode and with how it seemed like he was being babysat so he didn't disappear again, they couldn't even get a moment to date and really get to know each other. And then the wedding happened and well it was quickly forgotten.

And then Dimitri just didn't care, not when he found himself caring so much for Paul. Had found himself falling in love with him, especially as he learned more and more about him each location they visited while travelling the world. And to think he was a bit hesitate at first to make traveling the world their honeymoon, after all it was the best decision ever and well the male did in a way give him his dream. So in return the male purchased a book from each location and gift it to the other as a thank you, which he just got doing from this location. It was while watching Paul's reaction that had put the desire to kiss his husband in his head, it would be the first kiss since the wedding but Dimitri couldn't resist. So without much hesitation, he closed the distance between them and cupped his love's face tenderly in his hands. Thumbs running up and down his cheeks as he searched the male's eyes. ❝I love you.❞ Dimitri whispered then he leaned in and brushed his lips against the Paul's delicately, almost like butterfly wings at first then it was soft and moist, hot and breathy. Wasn't trying to win a battle but seeking union, was seeking closeness in what seem to be one timeless and passionate moment.

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a kiss on the throat. ( paul to otheym )

spots to kiss. | accepting

There was an awareness that came with the Tau brought on by the Spice Orgy, Otheym himself was aware of the sensations of his body. The feel of his spice fabric clothes against his skin especially now that Paul stood so close to him.

He almost didn't believe it but he sensed the other's arousal through the Tau even before the Atreides' Duke pinned him to the wall, kissing his neck. Otheym gripped his shirt the floodgates of what he'd come to feel for Lisan al-Gaib threatening to burst forth.

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a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder. ( paul to otheym )

spots to kiss. | accepting

Outside their stilltent the wind from a sandstorm could be heard whistling all around them. But they were safe in here with food, water and each other's company until the storm passed again. When he felt Paul's lips at the base of his neck, Otheym shut his eyes his mouth parting open as he breathed outward. He leaned back against Paul.

"Is this how you wish to pass the time until the storm ends?" He asked softly.

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Otheym hushed Paul as he worked to unfasten his stillsuit so he could dress and clean the wound. He even used so precious water to do so.

He did not give any thought to Chani though they both had come to terms in their way that they shared Paul and his affections. Otheym held Chani in far to high a regard to ever contradict her or try and supplant her. Though he did love Paul, coveted him even as he believed him unattainable. "Rest, rest beloved. You are safe here."

⊰ CONT. ft. PAUL & OTHEYM ⊱ @impercre

➫ PAUL found himself collapsing into the arms of the other, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he felt weak. His side was ablaze with a pain he couldn’t describe, and even when the knife was pulled, he couldn’t stop the cry that left him. It hurt, yes, but the pain was a reminder of his humanity, the fatal nature of this place, that his supposed godliness didn’t save him from mortal weapons. He liked that, in his pain addled delirium, he liked that he could still define his humanity by the standards set in combat. Even if the other one lost, he could count his blessings that the pain in his side was a reminder. His life, even being the Mahdi, was fragile. Was it self sacrificing if he could bleed to feel human again? Paul couldn’t help himself, he leaned on the nearest body, which happened to be Otheym, and he felt safe in his arms, a rarity in the dunes for him.

Before he knew it, his legs were lifted to near his chest, and it took him an embarrassingly long time to release Otheym had picked him up. He had only the barest thought that this was a very intimate way to be carried, not that he minded, they had shared more than a bed before, this wouldn’t be too odd for them. Even Chani knew, and he was sure they would be competitive, it was a nice feeling being cared for by two people. “It’s not that bad, I’m fine.” He kept insisting, wanting the man not to worry about him, or Shia-Hulud forgive him, Chani would get involved. “Please..” He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but his open hand tried to press the cloth to his wound harder, making himself groan, like a wounded animal. “Otheym..”

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“I think I mean it a different way than you do, otherwise your eyes wouldn’t be wandering to Chani," Kaleff admitted. It wasn't forbidden. But the thing that existed between him and Shishakli was delicate. Shishakli was Stilgar's eldest son, and the Fremen were not so untouched by the Bene Gesserit they hadn't come to prize breeding, expect it of their young people.

They were young but already Kaleff knew he could not, or would not share.

He patted Paul's shoulder. "You should rest, Muad'Dib. You will need to be well rested when we go on Razzia."

⊰ CONT. ft KALEFF & PAUL ⊱ @impercre

➫ PAUL knew this name, it was meant derogatorily, a name for people unacquainted with how things worked around here, but he didn't take it as such. He didn't know much about Kaleff, the guy was pretty quiet, Paul could appreciate that. He could easily blend into the shadows with him as well, finding a peace there without a thousand Fremen eyes staring at him like he was some holy article. But of course he knew about his brother, upset with himself that he had simply forgotten with the snark of his question. However, he was not aware of how warriors were quite yet made, and how one could be born a warrior. Perhaps it meant that he had to be taught, rather than it being a gift, like the Voice.

"Sorry, Kaleff, I meant no disrespect, I haven't been sleeping." It was a painful truth, but what was even more painful was the attempt to understand his own feelings for Chani. She had come to him in his dreams, could he really trust fate like that? And what about their children? "If that's what she desires, then I will happily give her everything and more." But he wouldn't fight for her hand, she clearly had enough of that to go around, and she was more than some prize. Yes, he fancied her and everything about her, she wasn't afraid to speak her mind to him, a welcome change for him. "Maybe we both aren't cut out to be fathers."

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She slowly smiled, her cheeks reddening. “I heard your world was wealthy in water,” she whispered. Her father had spoken of some of it when the Atreides had first come. He’d used strange words- rain, rivers, ocean, jungle.

He’s had to explain some of them even to her Uncle Stilgar. That Paul … Muad’Dib now had worlds and their inhabitants to compare her and her world too made him seem much more sophisticated than any of the Fremen youths who had vied for the daughter of Liet’s hand. "Do you . . . really think of me as beautiful?"

⊰ CONT. ft. CHANI & PAUL ⊱ @impercre

➫ PAUL felt something within him stir when their eyes locked, like his breath had been siphoned from his lungs and into the sand under his feet. She was breathtaking to him, and he couldn't deny it in his eyes. They were as honest as the Fremen tended to be, blunt with their words, harsh perhaps, but he preferred it to the fluffed words and false promises of nobles. He cleared his throat, swallowing down the nerves he felt from their eye contact. Images of his visions flashing to him and he wonders if he would have found her so beautiful without them, just for a moment, because then she's given him a question and he doesn't like the implication.

"Once you've seen one from my homeworld, you have seen them all. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as they say, so maybe you might have found them beautiful as I find you."

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“Out-Freyn,” Kaleff said with a shake of his head. “I have a brother remember? And I was not born a warrior. Here we do what the Sietch needs." As for the Spice Orgy that was a sacred ritual in it's own right. Sex was part of it but more important was the Tau, the sense of shared consciousness that came from drinking the Water of Life.

"As for that-" He made a low whistling sound. "There is someone. But children? I do not think that is the path for me. What about you and Chani, eh?" He asked quickly changing the subject. "Mother says your eyes get so big when she passes by, she is the daughter of Liet you know. Men have been vying for her hand since she conquered shai-hulud."

not a lot of kids in your life huh ? -Kaleff for Paul

⊰ NIMONA MEME ft. KALEFF & PAUL ⊱

➫ PAUL looked over at his friend in slight amusement, giving him the look before he shrugged his shoulders. "No, not really. I was an only child, until of course my sister was born." He watches over the sietch from up high with Kaleff, eyes fixed on his sister and the other children until the he spoke. "The servants in our house of course had children, but I never had any interest in kids, so we never crossed paths. Are there kids in your life? I'll bet all the great warriors here have plenty of time for that." And by 'that' he meant, sex and having children, since orgies were so popular once the spice was passed around.

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Otheym rushed to Paul's side. "Mu zein, mu zein," He repeated as he tore at his jubba cloack. "I have to pull out the blade, Muad'Dib."

Like most Fremen Otheym had become used to the killing. It was a necessity out here in the deep desert, like man young men he’d had his share of duels among his own Sietch and others. He had killed his first men when still a boy during the prophet Liet’s wars against the Arctic Fremen from the north and southern poles. But it was not so the Lisan al-Gaib, there was a fragility in him that Otheym could only suspect was part of his divine nature and he understood why Liet’s Daughter, Sayyadina Chani, wanted to protect him. He wanted to protect and serve him too.

His hands trembled a moment before he gripped the crysknife pulling it out and tossing it aside as an unclean thing. Let that blade chip and shatter, he thought as he pressed the scraps of his cloak to Paul's wound. "You must rest, you're wounded," He lifted the Lisan al-Gaib in his arms as tenderly as a lover or a groom on old Terra would have lifted his bride in his arms to carry him to his own yali here in Sietch Gara Kulon.

you need to sit down . you're bleeding ! -otheym

⊰ NIMONA MEME ft. PAUL ⊱

➫ PAUL finds himself in the middle of everything, there isn't a week that goes by where he isn't forced to fight someone for the honor of attempting to kill the Mahdi. He can't bring himself to do it anymore, and so many times he's gone to the spice to handle it, to make sure he doesn't FEEL anything. There's been one who stands amongst the rest as the one who will stand by him no matter what. Why he's thinking about that is lost on him, but he gazes down at his side and there's a knife sticking from it. Fuck. "I'm fine-" There's a cry of pain when he pulls out the blade, not thinking about anything else, the pain was grounding him in reality. "I'm fine." He's insisting, but suddenly he feels a little weak in the knees and the Muad'Dib wobbles a bit. "I'm-"