#timothee chalamet one shots

[babyflorencee]

Worries and apologies

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I slammed the passenger door of my fiancé's car shut as I stormed inside mine and Timothée’s house, not caring enough to wait for him to get out of the car. I walked into our bedroom, crawling into bed, and pulling the blanket up to my neck, my back facing the door.

I sat there taking in everything that had happened earlier that day, growing more upset as I replayed Timothée screaming at me in front of our family and friends over and over again in my head.

Timothée and I had planned on going to dinner with our close friends and family as a way of spending our 3 year anniversary, but it didn't go as any of us expected. We ended up getting into an argument before we could even leave the restaurant.

I laid in the dark as tears started to form in my eyes as I tried to sink further into the mattress, wishing that I could just disappear.

I eventually decided that I was going to stay at a hotel for a few days, since I figured Timothée wouldn't want to see me. I grabbed the telephone that was on the side table, dialing a hotel's number as I waited for them to pick up. Once they did, they informed me that there would be an available spot in an hour. They said that they just needed to get it cleaned and that they would call back when it was ready. So I made a reservation before I got up from my bed, walking into my closet, grabbing my pajamas and a couple of outfits before stuffing them into a small bag. I went back into bed, waiting for the phone to ring, when I heard the bedroom door opening and then slamming shut. I jumped a little at the noise as I pulled the blanket up more, hoping that he wouldn't try to talk to me. However, my hopefulness soon disappeared as I felt the bed dip.

I pulled the blanket further up my body, as I tried to pretend that he wasn't there. Which worked up until I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him until my back hit his chest, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I sat there, not moving, waiting for him to talk. It didn't take long before I heard him speaking in a calming tone, slightly whispering. He almost never spoke that way with me unless he knew I was unhappy with him. He thinks that if he lowers his volume, it will make up for raising his voice at me, but it doesn't.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. It won't happen again, I promise." He said, pressing a kiss on my neck with every word he spoke.

I knew that what he was telling me was the truth, but I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't. So I stayed put. I felt him holding onto me tighter as I started to feel bad. I was about to roll over when I heard the phone starting to ring, "hello, who is this?" I heard Timothée say, as I closed my eyes, hoping that it wasn't the hotel. 

"Oh uh no I would like to cancel that reservation." He said in a serious tone.

I looked up seeing him with an unreadable look on his face, soon enough he put the phone down as he turned to the side to face me, "You were going to leave?" He asked me, moving a strand of hair away from my eyes.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell the man I am about to marry that I was thinking of leaving him for a few days? So I just nodded my head.

"Please don't ever leave me, I'm so sorry." Timothée said, his voice breaking, before engulfing me into a tight hug.

 "I won't, I’m sorry, I forgive you," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the tips of his hair. 

"Promise?" He asked, keeping his head into my neck, not wanting to look at me.

"I promise," I said, pressing a kiss on the top of his head as I pulled his body closer to mine, my heart melting when he wrapped his arms around me.

[timmymyluv]

fourth of july (you & I were fireworks)

the summer i turned pretty au.

timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warning(s): mentioned of sex, hookups, miscommunication, fear(s) of unrequited love, childhood friends, slow burn, loss of virginity, insecurity/comparison to previous partners, 18+ content

summary: the summer you glow up and become more attractive than ever, everyone wants you but you’ve always wanted the same person- timothee. 

word count: 4.4k words

notes: i want to dedicate this to my friend and darling jen @thestarsaregivenonceonly , my beloved angel and sending her all the healing l, loving energy I can muster and to one of the first writers I encountered here.

and my muse, my twin flame, my idol the one and only @imnotoverlyobsessive, who writes so vigorously and passionately that I have so much to learn from her and can only admire her more and more daily.

please enjoy this! had lots of fun writing this <33 to all my MUTUALS, my darlings ,readers I've never met before, this is my song to you too. ❤️

It was the fourth of July

You and I were

you and I were fire, fire fireworks

that went off too soon

And I miss you in the June gloom too

It was the fourth of July

You and I were

you and I were fire, fire, fireworks

I said I'd never miss you, but I guess you'll never know

Where the bridges I have burned never really led home

On the fourth of July

Gentle touches, warm eyes, tequila nights, bonfires. As you descended upon Cousins Beach, it was like those years apart never mattered. You’ve been counting down the days your eyes would meet his again, glancing upon your calendar in late June fondly, yearning yet slightly fearful, anxious on what could go wrong.

When Timothee appears in front of you, it is nothing like what you have prepared yourself for. Shallow breathing, dilated eyes flickering between the space between your eyes and on your nose to your lips, words unspoken yet heavily hanging in the air.

You had no expectations that he, the mega movie star, would even want to associate with you when he was flying high with famous A-listers, but he came. He came for you.

In his unbuttoned, worn out dress shirt, he admires you in your flimsy, floral print sundress, hugging your curves perfectly in a way only he would appreciate. Eyes glossy as he twirls you to ogle you properly, emitting giggles from your pretty lips.

Strolling hand in hand, under the fairy lights and away from the maddening crowds, following the coarse, still warm sand under your bare feet as both of you set aside your shoes and sandals inside.

Drinks in hand as you danced and swayed to the music booming on the speakers from one of your friends being DJ for the night.  

A swan, a late bloomer they called you. A caterpillar who took too long before she left her cocoon and flew as a butterfly. Your awkward phase lasted long before your adolescence and spilled over into your young adult years, but when you did - everyone could not help notice your beauty.

It was almost vain, even annoying and frustrating that people would only notice you now that you were physically attractive and fit into societal beauty standards, but he saw right through it all.

Even when the painful braces were on your teeth, hair untamed, wild and free, or acne were all over your uneven skin, Timothee still found his way by your side.  Crawling on carpets, baby proofed to the nines, you had barely began to learn how to walk before you were reaching and yearning for Timmy’s only slightly older toddler self, quick on nimble feet, the pattering of little toes, a constant sound in his beachfront home.

I'll be as honest as you let me

I miss your early morning company

If you get me

You are my favorite "what if"

You are my best "I'll never know"

Tired, sleepy eyes yet blissfully happy as you watched the sunrise and let the evening pass into morning. Running around like children once again in the familiar beach, where so much has changed yet simultaneously stayed the same.

Your mothers were the best of friends, who swore their own children would be as bounded by their souls as much as they would be. From crawling toddlers and babies swaddled in wool blankets, you experienced every milestone in your lifetime in those summer months beside Timothee.

You learned to walk in his mother’s inherited vacation home by the coast in Cousins Beach, crawling and racing after the older Timothee who had been walking before you. Always speeding miles ahead of you, you always felt like you couldn’t keep up. He still made your breath catch, panting and breaking out of sweat trying to match his gangly, long legs.

It was as cliche as it could get- having a gigantic crush on your mother’s best friend’s older son but here you were. It felt like you never grew up, still as self-conscious, so eager to please, so attentive to keep his eyes on you.

You didn’t sleep the first night you were over at Cousins Beach, even after you dried up when he and his friends threw you into the cerulean blue cliffside pool, bleach burning into your eyes just the way you liked and the same bitter taste you remember as a little girl.

After passing out from a sleepless night, you wake up without him by your side, yet his warmth and glimpses of his perfume still trailing. Your heart breaks slightly, whimpering thinking he’s left you at your most vulnerable yet there is still hope.

Sneaking down the stairs, not wanting to wake up your moms drunk on champagne, you catch his sister about to leave for the same beach party and she excitedly brings you along with her, as if she was waiting for you before making it there.

Pulling down your brand new, too short mini sundress at its hem, you nearly regret buying it with your insistent, stubborn best friend Taylor who wouldn’t let you leave the store without it, but with the stares you get- it was worth it.

You’re no longer the awkward, gawky, out of place ugly girl you felt when you felt the warmth of the stares of the teenage boys and girls around you, either in awe of your beauty, jealousy or both.

Everyone wants to offer you a drink, valuable, contraband alcohol stolen from their parents cupboards, scarce for the night, just to get your attention. Yet when everyone wants to dance with you, talk to you or get to know you, the mysterious girl they apparently have never seen before on this island (you’ve been to this beachtown every summer since your birth, it’s just that puberty seemed to have blessed you in a way that even had them stunned)

Even swaying in the arms of another at this party with red plastic cups, you keep drawing your vision back to him. Even when you are smiling and giggling with another boy or girl in your  company, you can feel the heat of his gaze from miles away.

Yet when you try to meet him half way, meet his intimidating glance with your own, he pulls away and pretends you’re not in the same room as him. And it fucking hurts, as much as you hate to admit it. It’s like he was ashamed of you or what?

When you get too close, when he flies too close to the sun, he pulls away. He always feared commitment, being tied down, missing out on the opportunities life could give a man as great as him. That he’d miss the crashing waves tied down by your anchor if he stuck by you.

Cramped up in his dark room while you were in the beach house, chatting with his mom, playing cards with his dad, swimming with his sister, it was like he never existed and it confused you, even when he would distance himself, you were only determined to come closer.

You hated how much he had a sway over you, a spell cast all over you subject to his whim. Pouring liquid courage down your throat, admiring its burn and bitter taste just to forget him, to get lost in your delusions, beyond the shallowness the party could provide you for the moment.

He would only go to you when it’s convenient, when it suited him, not when he had the rest of the world to his disposal, all on his knees for a quiver of his attention. Yet all of yours was touted towards him. And it sucked, wanting him and become just like everyone else. That you had to get in line, in the infinite queue towards him when you were there first before the line even existed.

Oh, I'm starting to forget

Just what summer ever meant to you

What did it ever mean to you?

His mom Nicole always said she felt that you were destined for her son, Timothee, the moment you were born. Pacifier in his mouth, wrangly curls chopped in a neat bowl cut as he was in his mother’s arms, clawing around her neck like a koala as they looked down on you lying peacefully in your cradle.

You hated the false hope you’ve been given with a chance with him, knowing he was always going to fall for another girl (or guy who knows) who just isn’t you. You’ll always be his younger sibling who he’d belittle, annoy and coo at just like you were little toddlers again.

“Are you seeing anyone right now?” It came out of your mouth before you could even fully think it through, scolding your own nosiness and persistent curiosity that you couldn’t fully itch.

Yet he nonchalantly shrugs. “Not at the moment. I’m not looking for anything serious or to commit to anyone. I can barely look after myself.”

A part of you wants to crumble into the ground, another is jumping for joy that he wasn’t in a relationship with anyone else, but that was the problem. He wasn’t looking for commitment from anything at the moment, and here come your dreams shot down before they could even fly.

You remember him smugly telling you about the time he lost his virginity to the girl he really liked, his first girlfriends, god his first heartbreaks. It always confused you how a guy so intelligent, so beautiful, so dynamic, so passionate, so loving- can have his heart broken so suddenly like a car crash out of nowhere.

And in a way, you understand why he’s so guarded now. No longer the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, all open and raw for anyone to come hurt and attack anytime.

Sitting shotgun as he drives you towards the town to import last minute snacks from the mini shops for your mother’s annual holiday party, he puts on your favourite songs as if he still knows you so well like the years long ago.

You know he isn’t playing these songs for himself as these aren’t his cup of tea, but when you’re both singing along before you park alongside a convenience store to run out with tons of chips and pop sodas, it’s like you’re a bunch of silly teenagers again.

Yet when his eyeline meets yours, you shut down, looking away in fear, all those years, all those memories, pining after him hopelessly coming back again. Just when you think you’ve moved on, you’ve grown up from such behaviour, that you’ve washed yourself clean of his trace- you can still smell him on you.

“You look really good, Y/N.” He says earnestly, a look in your eye so familiar yet so new it scs you.

“That’s all people notice about me nowadays anyway. I figure out how to dress to my features and suddenly people actually notice i’m there. Well thanks guys.” you roll your eyes, hoping the sarcasm in your tone hides your insecurities rising to the surface.

Crossing your arms, you see him frown at you, and you’re confused on why he’s even more moved by this situation than you.

“It sucks they’ve only started to see what I’ve seen the entire time.”

“What?!” Your head whips around so fast you’re afraid you’ve gotten whiplash, and when his palm grips your shoulder, you needed to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

“Yes, you’ve always been stunning Y/N. But there’s way more to you than just your looks. You’re beautiful, but so charming, intelligent, talented and so, so much more. Don’t let them get to you, Y/N, alright? You’ve never cared what others think, why start now?”

“Well, um, thanks for that pep talk, I guess? Thanks for that but I don’t know. I always said I didn’t give a fuck about that, but it gets to me sometimes, you know?” You hated how self conscious you were again after years of building yourself up, voice quivering like a petulant child again.

He reaches over from the driver’s seat, embracing you in a comforting hug, his pillowy lips pecking gently over where you’re neck meets your shoulder, and maybe he has seen through all of it, the veneer, the show, the appearances, even when you thought he’d only notice you now that you got hot and had a glow up out of nowhere, even much later than you expected.  

Later that week, you see a pretty girl who looks nothing like you and has everything you aren’t sneak out from his bedroom, and your heart shatters in a million pieces and you wish you never seen such a thing, a fellow debutante with everything you could only dream of but him.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it

I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa

In between being young and being right

You were my Versailles at night

Fireworks in hand, holding sparks in the darkness as the sun has long set, only the island lights aflame, but your heart beat in a hundred miles per hour, cheeks rosy and your palms fidgeting as you ran around by the coast, colours exploding into the sky like the tension that could be cut through with a knife.

Sand stuck between your toes as he chases after you like a game of tag, your giggles and shrieks of delight drowned out by the explosions that echo so loud like the drum beating in your ribcage.

Painted in specks of white, red, and blue, with splotches of yellow galaxies of stars here and there, you are a dream to be beholden in your spaghetti strapped all-white dress, sun kissed skin inviting and tempting.

His hands hover all over yours, exploring curiously as he whispered sweet, honeyed words to your amusement, teasing, pulling back, enticing then tempting him to get him to want more.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” You knew what you had with him would change forever, things would never be the same after this moment. And you wouldn’t care for anything else in the world no matter how this turns out.

He leads you towards the cottage by the villa, an intimate, separate hut extending from the garden and leading into the ocean, seaside with wooden benches built on either side, mahogany hued roof, and reclining sun beds soft to the touch.

Feeling feverish as he tugs you along excitedly, the warmth of his rough, large, domineering hands, you can’t shake off the excitement coursing through your veins, and know your teenage self would be in disbelief that such a situation had even occurred.  

“I’m a virgin. Still. Haven’t I told you this?”

“You, you?” He tilts his head in disbelief, and you wish you could wipe off that expression on his face. You wish he’d be mocking you in pity instead, but he’s in such shock.  

“I don’t want you to pity me, or get me checked off your list of virgins you’ve deflowered or whatever-”

“Wait, wait, that isn’t true. I want you, wholly. Whatever has happened in the past, I don’t care but I just want you, as you are, as you’ve always been.”

“And besides, I’m surprised a catch like you, the entire fucking package, hasn’t gotten some is unbelievable to me.” 

Gaze hovering over your lips, breathing so hard you can feel like minty breath, cool against the warmth of your neck. Eyes flickering as if asking for permission to come even closer, lips ghosting over yours.

With a nod, he was yours and crashing his mouth into yours, kissing you with such a ferocity, intensity that you had never seen from him, like he had saved it for you.

Like a crashing wave, he takes you to heights you’ve never reached before, engulfing you in a bliss you want to electrify into your brain, into every fibre of your being.

The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder blades, as he takes off his shirt to admire you with darkened eyes.

As your dress falls to the ground, he engulfs you in another all-consuming kiss, as you nervously fumble with his swim trunks, feeling his hardness against your thigh already. When you reach towards his member, he pushes you away with an assuring hush, hooking your bra off effortless with nimble fingers while the other tugs down your underwear in one, swift push.

Guiding you against the cool ground of the private villa, you lay on your back, observing him with yearning, yet fearful eyes, so unsure and afraid yet trusting simultaneously.

“Do you want this, my girl? Can I please you, worship you, please? Say no and I will pull away from you completely-” He begs so desperately, so weakly like you control him spell binded, yet still so aware of your boundaries and consent.

Shaking your head, you could never refuse. “Wanted this more than anything. I always wanted it to be with you.”

Parting your legs firmly with a possessive grasp, he licks up around your inner thighs teasingly, making you cry in desperation, before he lunges into your folds voraciously, inserting finger after finger slowly as his muscle swallows your essence like a golden, precious elixir.

He makes you reach your peak at least three times before reaching down for another passionate kiss, fondling, pinching at your nipples and massaging your breasts before he sucks on either breast so intensely you’re afraid that in your sensitivity, you will reach another orgasmic state.

For the first time in your life, you’ve never been so sure of something. Reaching towards his cock so confidently, like you owned him, he groans in satisfaction with deep shut eyes, crumbling like dominoes with your gentle touch.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, yes. Of course.”

“And i’m on protection, as well.”

Forearms on either side of your head, skin flush against yours, rushed breaths as he shakingly guides himself into you slowly, so gloriously, so carefully not to hurt you, and you moan so loudly you forget yourself and lose yourself to your senses.

Knees determinately holding him forth against the hard ground as he thrusts inside and outside of you so devotedly, so vehemently as if nothing separates you from him, him from you and you become one.

When he meets his climax, he meets your eyes intentionally, as if wanting to tie his soul to yours and letting the gates flood open in a way he had never let anyone in. As you bask in the afterglow in his arms, as he pulls out and lays beside you with a firm arm around your shoulder, you had never felt so vulnerable, so raw in your life.

With those longing stares in your eyes as he catches your breath, wanting to say so much but not being able to utter a single word in admiration for your beauty, your candidness after such exchange of throes of passion. He smooches you all consumedly once again.

My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars

Again and again 'til I'm stuck in your head

Head my downward spiral, never mind I'll be drowned

And I'm the holy water you have been without

You ignore his calls, his texts. Heck, you could barely look his mom in the eye when she speaks to you when you live in her home, for goodness sake! Returning to your bedroom the morning after, you want to shower off every reminder of his scent, of his essence, but he is so ingrained into your being, a longstanding owner of your heart it was to no hope.

A few trust fund boys had asked you out from town when you were invited to a sleepover by one of the private school girls who usually went to the Hamptons at this time of the year.

With flower crowns adorning your pretty hair, your hair half-braided up and the other half let down loose, you were the centre of attention after years of being the wilting wallflower, and it felt nice for a change.

Their mansions and vacation homes furnished lavishly by their barely home parents, hoping the money and wealth could mask their absences and inability to control their lonely, wild children with too much at their disposal and no one telling them no at any turn.

As you were snacking by the cold boxes of ordered pizza by the island kitchen at those marble countertopped homes, you came across an old friend whom you had lost touch with. Tom, or Thomas Holland, was his name.

You were in middle school when you met him at the Roman themed council Model United Nations conferences, when your chosen character was one of his allies for the scheme you were all dared to solve, ending with him winning Best Delegate at the end of the night, and having made you as a new friend.  

Hailing from England, it was unsurprising for you to lose contact from him because of the Atlantic that separated you from each other, and with as forgetful as kids can be, losing emails and phone numbers was why you haven’t seen him for so long, but it was like you hadn’t been apart.

Every time you would reminisce on old stories and catch up on life, from his siblings, his amature golf career, everything felt so easy and effortless. So unlike whatever was looming between you and Timothee at the moment.

His mother was in town because she was on the Alumni Committee for the town’s debutante ball, and you snuck out with him at parties and barbecues after day long meetings and information sessions on this year’s deb season.

Nicole and your mother had organized for you to go to this year’s debutante ball, even if your mother never raised you on the idea of it the summers you grew up here, but you couldn’t refuse. Every boy at those parties wanted to be your escort for the night, proposals and requests falling left and right like abundant rain fall, yet you gracefully turned them down because you knew it felt wrong.

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N”

“I’m allowed to have fun too, Mr. Big Shot Movie Star! Just because I’m not always perched on to you like some loyal pet, doesn’t mean I can’t have a life outside of you.”

“You won’t talk to me, I’ve tried to contact you but you won’t respond back to me-”

“Why don’t you get that I don’t want to talk to you right now, Timothee. Please…”

“Did last night really mean nothing to you?” 

“..Yes.”

“You’re lying!” 

“I’m not!” You were yelling, screaming at him for everyone to hear for all you can, but these were the lies you were telling yourself to find peace. 

You sob into your pillows until it soaks through that night, eyes swollen as you toss and turn in your sheets, clutching your blanket but nothing could hide the sorrow that came over you.

Tom had asked to be your escort for the night and go on an official date as you watched whales with his binoculars, feeling the sting on his behalf no matter how kindly you tried to refuse his feelings and want to stay friends.

You could not ignore how his face fell at your rejection, but with a kind, knowing nod as he accepts it and wishes to stay in your life by any means, even if he could not have your heart but remain a trusted friend.

“It was all him, wasn’t it? Timothee?”

“What- what do you mean? He’s just a childhood friend-”

“Everyone knows what you feel for him, Y/N. It’s okay, I’ve accepted it long ago, I just wanted to hear it and confirm it for myself. He doesn’t want anyone else but you either. So please, for my sake, be happy and go for him.”

And all my thoughts of you

They could heat or cool the room

And now don't tell me you're fine

Oh, honey, you don't have to lie

I wish I'd known how much you loved me, hmm

I wish I cared enough to know, um, hmm

I'm sorry every song's about you

The torture of small talk

with someone you used to love

“I need you.” By the shore of his beachfront home, sand clinging to your skin and the tang of saltwater crashing into waves pouring into your every fibre of being, he poured his heart out to you desperately, still wracking heart wrenching sobs that pulled at your own heartstrings.

“I don’t want you to need me. I want you to want me.” You firmly insist, impatient of all the waiting and sick of playing all his games.

“I’ve liked you all of these years, Y/N. I just never thought you could see me that way. I thought I could numb that away by being around others, seeing others, but all I could see was that they weren’t you-’

“You don’t mean that- Don’t lie to me-”

“I would never.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years, since I was a little girl, for as long as I remember. Could you not see that? Don’t go to me just because I’m available, because you pity me-”

“Don’t ever say such bullshit again, Y/N..I’ve wanted no one but you! No one else can do it for me, I wish you could see that. Give us a chance please, I can’t go on like this..pretending like we aren’t meant to be, like you don’t love me as much as I do to you.”

“Then who was that girl?”

“What girl?”

“The girl leaving your room the other month. Who was she to you?”

“She was no one. I had to turn her down because it was just a careless fling to me to forget you, but she liked me. I have never talked to her since that night, I promise.”

Against your better judgment, you jump into his arms and kiss him passionately, fervently like it was the last thing you would do on earth. Your lips sucking over his, your tongue hovering and exploring his mouth wildly, you two were like fireworks.

Gone too soon, shone too bright all at once. Even with all the sparks, the tension, the passion, the red, burning sensations, shades hued brightly in red, only about him. Shades of red paled in comparison to the raging thunderstorm that courses in your system when it came to him, as he did to you.

You were his sparkling explosions against his landscape of the dark, galaxy star studded sky. Forever had you imprinted into his skin, into his bloodstream, only you, tasting you, feeling you, loving you forever.

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Her Emperor, His Destiny

(Alpha!Paul Atreides x Omega!BeneGesserit!Reader)

Summary: Ever since Paul presented no omega has smelled remotely appealing to him. His only reprieve is his dreams that have been filled with nothing but an angelic voice calling out to him, the silhouette of a woman he can’t quite make out, and the sweetest saccharine smell. Wk: 3.2k

Warnings: General omegaverse behaviors, knotting, scenting, marking, breeding, Paul and reader are a soul bound pair, inappropriate use of the voice(by both Paul & Reader) , fluff, kinda love making? Idk this is much softer than my usual smut. I think that’s it, lmk if I missed any!! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: Listen… I know this is left field for me but I made a promise to myself that I would start writing for ME again, and that means writing whatever I want. I saw Dune 2 and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Paul is so alpha coded I feel like it was dropped in my lap.

Paul expected the air to be different, smell different, out in the desert planes of Arkkis. Thus far it’s as he expected. The smell of spice and sand permeate the air to the point that it’s over powering, flooding every single one of your senses. The sand lingers on any inch of exposed skin practically borrowing its way underneath. The smell of spice is so strong that it feels like it’s drowning you, invading your lungs and nostrils, coating them, leaving your insides feeling like sandpaper if you dare breathe it in.

But as he follows Stilgar into the sietch he can’t even be bothered with the glares and sideways glances from the Freman because the further they walk the more his senses are hit with an overwhelmingly saccharine smell. It was like someone was baking the finest pastry mixed with a warm milk bath on a cold winter's day. He had only ever smelled something as sweet as this in his dreams. A scent he’s dreamed of so vividly that it lingered in his nostrils when he woke, but he’s never caught a whiff of it in waking hours until now. There was no doubt in his mind that this is the same scent. The scent that’s haunted him every night since he presented. The scent of his omega, his destined mate.

“I can hear and smell you scenting back there, Paul Atreides… I suggest you get your pheromones under control before we enter.” Stilgar looks back at him with an apprehensive look and Paul apologizes nodding in agreement. “Mating is a very sacred thing to my people. Each pair must be approved and blessed by the high priestess. And all unmated omegas rooms are on the opposite side of the alphas. It is very important that you follow all rules, but especially this one. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” He understood the rule but does that mean he was going to follow it? He could certainly try. But that scent was intoxicating and the closer they got to the sietch the stronger it got. He knows given the chance, he’d break that rule in an instant. Consequences be damned.

“Many wait for their soul bound mate and majority of them die alone, never finding the one.” Paul found this odd. Soul bounds are few and far between nowadays and he comes from a place where mating is a transaction, a bargain, something of power and not of love. But as that sugary sweet scent swirls around him, almost making him dizzy, he thinks he might understand wanting to wait for your one. It’s been a few years now since he presented and no omega has ever smelled even remotely appealing to him. They either smelled of nothing or downright revolting, his only reprieve was in his dreams. His dreams filled with that sugary smell and the figure of a woman whose face he could never quite make out.

When Stilgar pulled his mother aside Paul found himself alone in a room filled with stares. Some looked at him in awe, certain he was their long awaited Maud’Dib. Others looked at him with disdain, snickering to each other as they shamelessly pointed his way. But he honestly wasn’t concerned with any of it, because as he sat against the stony wall the scent was stronger than ever. He could almost taste it. His eyes searched the room, craving nothing more than to put a face to the smell that has nearly become his drug. But as he looked across the various faces surrounding him, no one stuck out to him.

But he was certain she was in this room, if not this one than the next. That warm saccharine scent was so close it was as if it were right next to him. That’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Either this person was stealthy or he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear them approaching but when his head whips around to see who it is he feels like his heart is going to burst. He hears the sound of bells ringing, a sound that he’s only heard in the churches back home. There standing over him is the most ethereal woman he’s ever seen, beautiful, perfect, sweet smelling, you.

“Hello, Paul Atreides, I’ve been waiting for you.” You smile down at him sweetly, your eyes filled with adoration. You aren’t dressed like the Fremen, no tans or browns or stillsuit to be found. A black silky dress adorns your form, fitting you perfectly. There’s a sheer midnight colored scarf wrapped around your head and shoulders, framing your face like the greatest work of art. You weren’t Fremen. You were a Bene Gesserit. Or at the very least, one in training.

“I think… I’ve been waiting for you too.” Paul’s voice is trance-like, looking up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. The sound of the voice you’ve heard so many times in your slumber sending chills down your spine.

“Won’t you come with me? I have so much to tell you.” You look at him eagerly, offering him your danity ringed hand.

“I don’t know if I’m… supposed to…” He wants nothing more than to follow you. He would follow you into one of the suns of Arakkis if you asked him to. But he knew he was already on thin ice here and he feared what would happen to him and his mother if he were to upset anyone further.

“Do not bother with them, they will see the way. They will see what I’ve seen. Soon they will be cheering your name. Come.”

Paul scans the room, all eyes are on the two of you but when he looks back at your reassuring smile it’s like no one else matters, no one else exists. He takes your hand, letting you pull him along through hallways and far away from prying eyes. You drag him into a room that he assumes is yours, shutting the door behind you.

“Have you dreamt of me, Paul?” You sit on the bed and pull the scarf from your head, leaning back on your palms. You look so beautiful and the room is engulfed in your scent. It clings to every inch of the space and radiates off of you in waves.

“Yes… have you dreamt of me?” He takes an apprehensive step toward you, leaving a few feet of distance between the two of you. His green eyes feel as if they’re eating you alive and the scent of him causes slick to rush into your panties.

“Yes, every night since I presented as an omega my dreams have been filled with nothing but you. And more recently I’ve had visions of you in my waking hours. Will you tell me, Paul, about your dreams?” Your voice is as sweet as your scent. The way you’re leaning back on your hands makes the silk of your dress taunt against your breasts, your peaked nipples on display. The sight of you and the unmistakable smell of your slick makes his cock stir in his pants.

“They aren’t very vivid… mostly just flashes of you from behind, the sound of your voice, you were always saying ‘come to me Paul, for I am your destiny’ but your scent? That was so clear to me.” He takes another step forward, reaching a hand out as if he’s going to touch you but he lets it fall to his side, like he thought better of it. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a sense of smell in your dreams, but night after night I was surrounded by your scent as I slept.”

“I could smell you as well and I smelled you the minute you arrived. But my dreams are much more detailed than yours. There is much you do not know.” You approach him, closing the small distance between you. You rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Would you like me to tell you about them?”

“I’d love nothing more, omega.” His thumb gently caresses the apple of your cheek before traveling down to push some of your hair off your shoulder. He’s looking down at you expectantly, eagerly waiting for you to speak.

“Your dreams are correct, I am your destiny, and you are mine. I can feel the doubt in your heart, feel that you do not believe in yourself, do not believe that you are the Maud’Dib but you are, sweet Paul. For I have seen it.”

“Tell me? What have you seen?” He searches your eyes for signs of doubt or deceit but all he sees is truth there. Truth and the same adoring look you gave him when he first saw you.

“I’ve seen you learning the ways of the Fremen. I’ve seen you move them, rally them. I’ve seen a battle in which you win. I’ve seen you upon the emperor's throne, ruling over all, with me by your side, our child in my arms.” Your hands travel from his chest to take his face in your soft palms where you rub soothing circles on his temples.

“You saw… all of that?” Paul’s voice sounded exasperated, like what you’ve told him took all the breath from his lungs. He feels like it has. The finality and bluntness in which you speak tell him that your words are true.

“Yes, and more. There will be plenty of time to tell you about it all. But right now? I need you.” Right as the words leave your mouth a gush of slick drips down your legs. The presence of your mate triggering your heat weeks early.

“Tell me what you need, omega.” His voice drops an octave, taking on that deep alpha tone. It makes your heart speed up as another gush of slick drips from your core. You can’t help but think what it would be like if he used The Voice on you. Regularless of how absolutely blasphemous that would be considered.

“I need you, alpha. I need your cock. I need you to fill me up and lock your seed inside me with your knot.” Paul lets out a growl before reaching out, one hand gripping onto your hip to pull you flush against him and the other going to the back of your neck so he could connect his lips with your own.

The kiss starts off rough, eager, and hungry. But after a few moments his lips become tender against your own, his fingers threading through your hair as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You grant him access, immediately intertwining his tongue with your own, moaning at the taste of him.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, my moon. Ask for it and it is yours.” He kisses down your jaw to your throat where he runs the tip of his nose along your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “You wish for me to make love to you? Then I shall.”

Paul pushes the thin straps of your satin dress down your shoulders, kissing along the column of your throat, your collar bones, across your shoulders. You drop your arms so the straps fall the rest of the way down, the dress slipping down your body with them. Leaving you bare before him aside from the thin black material of your panties.

“Absolutely beautiful, angelic.” He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, your jaw, your neck, all the way down until his back knuckles are caressing the tender peaks of your nipples. He slides it across your chest, giving the other the same treatment before taking both of your tits in his hands. He gently squeezes them, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers, eliciting little whimpers from you.

“I heard your mother has been teaching you our ways. How is your training?” Paul raises an eyebrow at you, certainly wondering why you’re asking him about that at a time like this. “I only ask because I was wondering if you might want to practice on me.”

“Do you mean…?” He looks at you with wide eyes and you smirk, biting your lip.

“That’s exactly what I mean. I can feel your apprehension, don’t be afraid, I want this.” You lean into him, smashing his hands that are still on your chest between your bodies as you lean up to you run your nose along his scent gland, darting your tongue out to taste the sweat and spice that coat his skin. He grabs onto your shoulders, pushing you back so he can look in your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. But as every other time he’s looked in your eyes tonight, he’s seen nothing but honesty there. Nothing but truth.

“Get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs.” Your body immediately reacts, doing exactly as he asks. Paul approaches the foot of the bed, standing between your spread legs. “That’s a good girl.”

His hands grip onto your knees, pushing your legs further apart, leaning down to shove his face between your legs. His nose runs along the soaked material of your panties, deeply inhaling the sugary sweet smell of your slick.

“Alpha, please.”

“You do not have to beg, my moon. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” Paul smirks up at you before lacing his fingers into the band of your panties and ripping them in half. He runs his tongue up your slit, circling it around your sensitive clit. The feeling of his hot wet mouth has you coming undone instantly, your slick gushing all over his chin and down his neck where it drips onto his shirt. He moans at the taste, sweeter than anything that’s ever graced his taste buds. “Yes, that’s my good little omega, give it all to me, let me drink in your sweet nectar.”

He dives back in, shoving his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go, fucking you with it. His lips come up to wrap around your clit while his fingers circle your dripping entrance. He runs his fingers through your folds before shoving them knuckle deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again, I’m gonna cum.” You move your hips against his face as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot, your legs clamp around his head and your entire body shakes as your high washes over you. Paul pushes himself up from the bed, ridding himself of his clothes before climbing back over to you, situating himself on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. His hard cock is resting against your lower stomach, the tip leaking precum onto your skin.

“I want to taste you too.” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You didn’t even care that the ache between your legs wouldn’t be satiated until he was inside you, you needed to taste him.

“Next time. I need to be inside you now.” It comes out a soft whisper, his forehead resting against your own. He reaches between your bodies, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance. He connects his lips with your own, kissing you passionately as he begins to push inside you. You both moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, slipping your tongue into his mouth as his thrusts begin to pick up.

“Mmm you feel amazing, my love, my lord, my emperor.” Paul looks into your eyes as he continues to fuck you at a linguid pace, rolling his hips against your own as he pushes himself as deep inside you as possible.

“My moon, my destiny.” He picks up the pace, pushing up on his knees and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your tits jiggle with every thrust, the fucked out love sick gaze that you send his way makes his skin even hotter.

“I want you to fill me up, alpha. Fill me with your cum. Put a pup in me. So we can fulfill our prophecy.” Paul snakes a hand between the two of you, connecting his thumb with your clit so he can rub circles on it in time with his thrusts.

“Open your mouth.” The sound of him using The Voice makes your walls clench around him, your jaw dropping open at his command. He leans down, letting the spit that had collected in his mouth drip down into your tongue. “Swallow it.”

You swallow with an audible gulp. Your heart warming at the gesture that anywhere else would be considered lewd but here on Arakkis to share one’s sacred spit with another was a grand gesture of love.

“Thank you, my love. You taste better than the finest feast. I cannot wait to know what your cum tastes like.” Paul groans at that, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. His thrusts start to grow sloppy but he refuses to finish before you do.

“Cum for me.” As soon as the words leave his mouth your walls are convulsing around him, sucking him as your slick soaks his cock.

“Mark me, Paul. Sink your teeth into my flesh and bind us together as we are meant to be.” You tug on his arms, pulling his upper half so it’s draped over you, his face buried in your neck. His thrusts become slow and deep again, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you.

“But Stilgar said…” He groans, using every ounce of strength in his body to not just sink his teeth into your soft neck.

“I do not care what Stilgar said. This is bigger than him. Bigger than all of them. Mark me.” His mouth moves before his mind can process what’s happening, his teeth sinking deep into your flesh, breaking the skin. The feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Electricity washes through your body, the most world altering orgasm of your life wracks through you, and you feel like your soul leaves you, connecting with Paul’s before returning to your earthly vessel. He pushes his hips flush against yours, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

“Oh fucking shit.” Paul groans, pulling his mouth from your neck, gliding his tongue over the indents of his teeth. He leans back to look at you, eyes roaming your face. His knot swells inside of you and a look of pain crosses your features before turning into one of ecstasy. Loud moans leave your lips as your final orgasm of the night washes over you. Paul leans down, connecting his lips with yours, kissing you like it’s the last thing he will ever do. Though it was far from it.

“I hope you are not upset with me, Maud’Dib.” You take his face in your hands, running the top of your nose along his cheek.

“I don’t think I could ever be upset with you, my love. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on when you used The Voice on me…” he chuckles, resting his forehead against your own. “I am so happy I finally found you…”

“You have me now, until the day I take my last breath I will belong to you, Paul Atreides. Together, we will accomplish great things.”

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

l o o k | a t | m e

l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

[timhalamet]

I saw laurie Lawrence and i got so excited (i see no fics of him even though he’s like the perfect man even if he sucks sometimes.) i’m excited to see your writings <3

the way things go

pairings- laurie laurence x fem!reader

summary- after over hearing laurie propose to your sister Jo, heartbroken you decide to leave to paris

warnings- angst, not proofread nothing else

'would you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband.'

Laurie's words seemed to replay and echo in the dull hollow walls of your mind. Your heart ached as tears dripped down your face . You were going to tell Laurie you loved him. You thought he loved you.

It was obvious now that you were wrong.

With a hand clamped over your mouth, you muffled the sob threatening to break out from your throat.

What made it worse was that he hadn't proposed to anyone else.

He proposed to Jo.

Anger simmed through you, overtaking the flow of your pain. You had asked Jo if something between her and Laurie had been going on and everytime she replied with 'don't be silly! Laurie's like my brother!' or 'laurie!? What possibly could make you think that!?' and brushed it off with furrowed brows and a disgusted frown.

But that didn't match up with what you had just witnessed.

Through the slightly ajar door, you walked down the hallway of lauries and his grandfather's house, hoping to speak to him only to be met with the sight of Laurie on one knee facing Jo, with a small velvet box holding one of the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

You held back your sob and flew down the stairs not caring if either of Jo or Laurie heard you.

You ran. Ran till you were in your bedroom, without a second thought, stuffing the rest of your precious belongings into your suitcase, filling it to the brim.

You looked around at your room savouring every inch before hauling your suitcase and down the stairs.

'you're already leaving so early?'

Marmees soft gentle voice called out from behind you, and you sighed turning around to face.

'should I get laurie to help you?'

A weak smile formed on your face, but you knew it was no use. Marmee could see right through anyone.

'no it's alright..I wouldn't want to bother him' your words came out more bitter than you intended to.

Soon without telling Meg, Jo, Beth, or Amy, you walked out of the door.

And to Paris.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

Laurie knelt on knee holding the velvet box to Jo.

Jo squealed and grabbed Laurie up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'its perfect! It's time, we need to go tell the others!'

'wait I need to look presentable' Laurie joked before dusting his clothes off and fixing the rough state of his hair.

The pair soon went to Lauries grandfather and told him the news.

He was ecstatic.

They spent an hour with lauries grandfather, before trampling through the thick mount of snow to tell marmee and the girls.

'is she here?', Laurie asked marmee.

Marmee sadly smiled, 'shes already left to the train station'

Laurie felt his heart drop to his stomach.

'what?'

'shes already left to Paris, if you're lucky the train might not have departed yet due to the snow storm.'

You sat on one of the benches at the train station, the bell jar in your hand, as you read impatiently waiting for your train to arrive.

Soon the call of your train was made.

You grabbed your suitcase and bag, holding the book with our arm.

As you began to struggle as you attempted to haul your suitcase and bag on the train, you felt arms grab your suitcase and a familiar voice.

'wait!'

You turned around to see Laurie, his hair sticking in all directions, and his face flushed from the snow.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the train.

'what were you thinking? You were just going to leave? Without telling the girls? Without telling me?' his voice was strained and raspy as if he had been screaming.

'laurie I don't have time for this- the train its leaving!' you harshly ripped yourself from Laurie's grip, attempting to chase the train down as it slowly departed, only to be in his hold again.

He held you against his chest.

'youre not leaving. You cant-why?'

You struggled to find your words.

You looked at him million answers as to why. Why? 'why? Really Laurie why? You know exactly why!' you held a finger to him accusingly as you jabbed him in the chest 'you- what happened to us? We were so close. I love you Laurie. That's 'why?'.' Laurie's jaw dropped as you continued. 'i love you and I thought...' your voice trailed off as you swallowed the lump in your throat frustrated. 'i thought you loved me to. And I went. I went to tell you but you already proposed, I was too late. You love her.' your voice dropped with jealousy and anguish.

'what?' Laurie asked his brows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek 'who are you taking about? I love you. Only you.'

You were confused. But didn't he propose to Jo? 'laurie I saw you... I saw..but you proposed to jo.'

Lauries faced changed. His eyes widened as his mouth slowly formed into a grin before he started laughing.

'laurie it's not funny!' you exclaim, yet also finding yourself trying to hide your smile, pushing him away playfully.

Laurie grabbed your hands, enlacing his fingers with yours.

'god, i was practicing to propose.' he chuckled ' I was practicing to propose. To you.'

'oh.' was all that left your mouth but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions in your stomach.

'so what do you say? Will you be my wife?' he asked grinning as his hands revealed a small velvet box holding the same gorgeous diamond ring.

'yes!' you beamed at him, your cheeks flushed as he slid the ring on your finger.

As laurie quickly embraced you, his chin on your head as you wrapped your arms around your torso, Laurie chuckled,

'i can't believe that after all that practicing this is the propsosal.'

'well I guess that's just the way things go.'

a/n I hate this so much but idk if it's just me 😭 I hope it's okay for you guys!

[anxiouswriter0]

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

[ourloveisforthelovely]

The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You had been Regulus' friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

Song in Chapter: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman 

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You lay in satin sheets watching Regulus dress. The clock on the wall read 11:30 pm. As usual, Regulus was done in less than an hour. It seemed, lately, that when the two of you met up for sex it wasn’t lasting as long as the time before that. Every time it seemed once Regulus got what he came for he was done. That was it, goodbye the end

Taking a breath, you looked back to your friend, lover, whatever Regulus was to you. Your heart ached as your eyes reached the dark mark on his arm. Regulus’s choices that been the frequent topic of all of the arguments that the two of you had. Had someone told you a year ago that this would be the predicament that you would find yourself in, you would have punched them. Never in a million years would you ever think that your best friend…the best friend that you had since 1st year…the man that you loved would ever be one of them. Yet, here he was and here you were trudging along after him.

You weren’t completely sure where the lines between friendship and lovers had blurred. Sleeping with Regulus had started months maybe a year ago. Sex was all that it was. Regulus had never once made a mention of making things official. He never even said anything romantic to you unless it was about how tight you were or how perfect your tits were.

Yet another thing that I never thought would happen with Regulus…

Regulus acting like you were some common piece of ass was something that never crossed your mind. When you began sleeping with Regulus, it was to provide him comfort. If you were comforting him, he wasn’t chasing someone else for comfort. You were providing him with what he needed and maybe, just maybe, he would reward you with what you wanted the most.

Keep dreaming. He would never date a Lupin in the open.

You frowned at the thought. Was there something wrong with your family? No, not in your eyes. In Walburga and Orion’s eyes, however, you were trash.

“Stop looking so god damn depressed, will you? It makes me wonder why I bother coming to see you.”

You looked up at Regulus’ harsh words. That’s another thing. Regulus was nothing like himself. He wasn’t your funny, thoughtfully caring best friend. Now he was cold, cruel, and hurtful. Yet again, you wondered why you trudged after him begging for a moment of his time. Were you afraid to let him go? Yes. You could easily admit that. Even with his cruel words and volatile temper, you weren’t prepared to let him go…at least not yet.

“I’m sorry, Regulus. This war…everything is so messed up. Can’t you stay tonight? It's late and we haven’t gotten to spend much time together in a long while.”

You said, before letting the sheets drop from your chest. Maybe seeing your bare breasts would be enough to appease the beast within Regulus. You were, after all, the one who comforted him when he needed it.

“I don’t have the time. Nothing is messed up. The dark lord will win soon enough. You need to stop being such a whining wimp.”

Pressing your lips together, you took a few moments before speaking.

“Is all that you have to say to me negativity? Is nothing that I do, outside of bed good enough for you?”

Regulus finished buttoning up his shirt. He knew that he was being cruel to you but did nothing to stop it. In Regulus’ mind, if he kept you pushed away he was keeping you safe. You wouldn’t be seeing the horrible things that he was doing or what his family really was. What he didn’t see was the foundation of your relationship beginning to crack and fracture.

“I’ll say anything to get a piece of your ass.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Is falling in love so bad? You make it sound so dreadful.”

Regulus moved to fix his bed-ravaged curls.

“Love isn’t real, Y/n. It's some made up emotion to woo silly little girls. Besides why waste your time? It’s shit. I don’t want someone whining after me wanting things that I don’t want. It sounds like a nightmare. Waking up to the same blasted person day after day…listening to them bitch because you don’t live up to some fairy tale being that one’s mind created. I would rather off myself.”

Had Regulus been paying attention to you at all; he would have seen how your hopeful expression fell to sadness.

“I thought that you loved me once upon a time.”

Regulus chuckled before turning to look at you.

“Poor little princess. I suggest getting over yourself or I’ll find another girl to keep me company. While whoever she would be wouldn’t please me as you do…it would be nice not to listen to your whining.”

You stood up and began searching for your own clothes. If this was how Regulus wanted things to be then you would just go home. You would go back home to your own friends. Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily never treated you like this. You weren’t just an option to them. They didn’t threaten to replace you when you were sad or questioning your worth. No, not your friends. They would instead go out of their way to make sure that you knew how much you were valued.

“Do whatever you wish then.”

You replied. Regulus tugged on his wool coat bore, again, rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, if I didn’t care about you then I wouldn’t be fucking you bare risking everything just to be close to you. Lucky for us, you're the smart one that thinks to use birth control potions…we would be really fucked.”

You turned to look at Regulus one last time. Something told you that this would be the last time that you saw him. This would be the last time that you lay in bed savoring how he made you feel. This. Was. It.

“So lucky for me to go home with your come dripping down my thighs. Goodbye, Regulus.”

You walked from the hotel room without another word. When Regulus didn’t come after you, that spoke volumes.

This was it.

For the next few weeks, you avoided Regulus like the plague. He had been sending owls requesting to see you. In Regulus, mind everything was fine. The words exchanged at the last meeting clearly meant nothing and you would be ready to entertain him as soon as he was free.

You never responded. With each owl’s arrival came a letter with cold scathing words, insults, and whatever Regulus thought would con you into seeing him. You had nearly given in when he sent a letter along with an emerald bracelet.

Now he thinks bribing me will work.

You thought before tying the little box back to the owl’s leg and returning the gift to its sender. Had it been a few weeks ago, you would have been thrilled with the bracelet. This was Regulus showing some emotion other than only an interest in sex. Now, however, you wanted no part of it.

Heartache…

That was the one emotion that you had. Your heart did ache for Regulus. It ached for your Regulus…your best friend. This new one sucked. You craved your best friend…the best friend that you would probably never see again.

“Hey girl, hey.”

Sirius’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up from the owl that was now flying away as Sirius came in and sat down.

“Hey boy, hey.”

You replied, earning a smile from your friend. Sirius put his feet up on the table. The two of you knew that Remus would have a fit if he saw Sirius with his feet on the table but he wasn’t there.

“Now that is a greeting. So, I was coming to see if you wanted to come out to the pub? Remus, James, and Lily will meet us there. It will kind of be like old times before the world went to shite.”

You leaned back into the sofa before nodding. Going out sounded nice. Seeing your friends was just what you needed.

“That sounds great. I need a drink and some shitty bar music.”

Sirius smacked his hands together before standing up.

“Let's go!”

Half an hour later, you sat in between James and Remus while Sirius was having way too much fun listening to Bon Jovi. Taking a drink of the fire whiskey that Remus put in front of you, you slowly were beginning to feel like your old self.

“This is some good stuff.”

Remus commented downing the rest of his drink and signaling for another. You turned to your older brother and smiled.

“Shame on you for encouraging your baby sister to drink booze.”

Remus chuckled.

“We can all have crazy nights every once and a while. Besides, I think we all need it.”

You couldn’t agree more. In the past month, the order had suffered some big setbacks. Dorcas and Marlene both had died while the Longbottoms were now out of their mind courtesy of Bellatrix. All in all, it had been the biggest shittiest month of your life. Losing friends and your lover definitely topped most of the other bad things that you had been through.

“I can drink to that.”

You said while Remus downed his other drink. Sirius sauntered over and held his hand out to you.

“Are you proposing to me or something? If you are, you have the wrong Lupin. My brother is off looking for another drink.”

Sirius snorted. You couldn’t help but feel some joy at the smile on his face. It seemed like it had been forever since Sirius smiled last. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed his shitty jokes and weird humor until it wasn’t there every day.

“I know which Lupin you are, sugar bean. I am merely requesting that you dance with me because no one else will.”

James helped you stand up and shoved you toward Sirius.

“Go dance with him before he asks me to. I’m too drunk and will fuck up his nice shoes.”

You stuck your tongue out at James before going out with Sirius as a slower song came on. Wrapping your arms around Sirius’ shoulders, you lay your head against his chest.

He feels like Regulus.

That thought alone made your heart freeze. You hadn’t realized just how much Sirius reminded you of Regulus. He held you the same, had the same cologne…and the song on the radio playing definitely didn’t help… Oh, god…

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speeding so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder. And I-I had a feeling that I belonged. I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You didn’t say anything but you were two seconds short of having the biggest panic attack of your life. Thankfully, Sirius’ voice stopped you.

“He’s an idiot.”

“Who?”

You asked, looking up at your new best friend curiously. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“My brother. He’s an idiot for treating you like trash and letting you walk away. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him and he blew it. It was all him not you.”

Your eyes widened. Sirius knew…SIRIUS FUCKING KNEW!

“I feel like it was all my fault in some way. I miss him, Sirius. I miss him so badly.”

Sirius was frowning as he tucked your head under his chin.

“I know, kid. I miss him too.”

You were quiet for a few moments as you fought the tears that were beginning to stream down your face.

“Don’t tell Remus. Please don’t tell him…or the others. I’m not ready for them to know.”

Sirius was quiet a moment as his eyes locked on Regulus across the room. His younger brother was watching them with a death glare on his face. If Regulus started throwing hexes, Sirius wouldn’t at all be surprised. Sirius gave Regulus one final glare as Regulus turned and walked out of the bar in a furious huff.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t heard anything from you.”

Sirius replied. You didn’t need to know that Regulus was there. In Sirius’ mind, all that you needed to know was your friends had your back and always would.

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Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.

📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k

“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.

“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.

“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.

Jo shook her head, “Nope.”

“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.

“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.

Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”

Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”

A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”

Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”

—

It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.

“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.

“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.

“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”

Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”

He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”

“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”

“What’s that?” Laurie asked.

Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”

Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.

Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.

But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.

She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.

Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.

“Hello Jo.” You smiled, “What brings you here?”

“Meg just wanted to make sure that you’ll make it to tea this weekend.” Jo returned the smile.

You nodded, “Tell her I would never miss it for the world.”

“I definitely will.” Jo said.

“How about you Laurie? What brings you here?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.

The heat immediately rose up to the boy’s cheeks, being winter - it would’ve made sense. But the snow wasn’t what caused it.

It was you.

“Uh, n-nothing.” He managed not to trip over his words, “I just accompanied Jo.”

Jo chuckled, “Definitely true. Anyway, we’ll be going now Y/N/N. See you on the weekend.”

You nodded, lips still holding that wonderful smile that managed to make Laurie weak in the knees.

Once the two of them were far enough from your house, Laurie frowned at a laughing Jo.

“You do not have a right to give me a heart attack like that.” He deadpanned.

Jo made a face at him before handing back the letter, “She deserves to know how you feel. But, mark my words Teddy, if I do get tired of your pining, then I’m really giving it to her myself.”

Laurie rolled his eyes at her, “Fine.”

—

“Damn it.” Laurie cursed under his breath as the two of you made your way to the lake, since it had been frozen over it would be a great day to go skating.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I forgot my gloves in the study.” He said.

You gave him a smile, “I’ll go get it. It’s on your desk right?” 

He nodded, “You’re an angel, you know that.”

“I know.” You called out, walking back to his house.

Making your way up to his study, you immediately spotted his gloves on the desk. Picking it up, you were about to get back to him when you noticed a folded piece of paper on the side.

You didn’t mean to be a snoop, but Jo had always said that you were sometimes too curious for your own good.

Looking around to find the study empty, you picked up the paper and unfolded it as your eyes started to scan over the words written in Laurie’s handwriting.

To my beloved,

I don’t know how the poets do it. But I find it hard to find the words to describe how much you mean to me.

Because you’re perfect. Therefore, I want to make this letter as perfect as you. 

I have loved you ever since I’ve know you. I couldn’t possibly imagine a life where I’ve not known you.

As cliche as it is, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to my life. 

You always occupy my mind. Your laugh, your smile, your twinkling eyes that give the stars a challenge. Not to mention how kind and sweet you are to everyone that comes your way.

If you don’t return my feelings, that’s okay. I won’t hold that against you because as much as I love you - I also cherish our friendship. I’d rather remain friends than lose you all together.

But if you share them, know that I’ll always do everything in my power to make you happy.

All my love, 

Laurie. 

How you wish that you were the one the letter was addressed to. But you knew deep in your heart that Laurie would never love you back as much more than a friend. The letter was obviously addressed to-

“Hey! What’s taking you so long?” A familiar voice echoed from the hallway, “Did some kind of desk monsters get to yo-“

Laurie stopped in his tracks once he entered the study, walking in on the sight of you with his letter in hand.

“Did you read it?” He asked, bracing himself for rejection.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “When do you plan to give it to her?”

Laurie furrowed his brows, “To who?”

“Jo. Obviously.” You answered.

His confusion deepened, “Why would I write a letter to Jo?”

“Oh I don’t know.” You said sarcastically, “Maybe for the same reason you wrote the letter for her in the first place.”

“Now that’s just unfair.” Laurie argued.

“What is?” You asked with a scoff.

“That you’re accusing me of writing the letter to Jo without giving me the chance to explain myself.” He said.

“That’s not unfair Laurie!” You countered, “You know what is? It’s the fact that I’ve loved you my whole life and I’d just be content to stand aside and watch you fall in love with my best friend because I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”

Laurie stood there, jaw slacked as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “You love me?”

“Yes Laurie.” You said, finally putting down the damned letter, “Practically my whole life.”

He was silent for a moment, “What makes you think that the letter is for Jo?”

You scoffed, “The way you look at her Laurie. The fact that you’re always with her. Even a blind person can see just how in love you are.”

Laurie shook his head in protest, “But Y/N/N, the letter isn’t for Jo. It’s for you.”

It was your turn to be confused, “What?”

He walked toward you, tapping the topmost part of the letter, “I called you my beloved because I remember when you would tell me about the romance novels you would read and how you would swoon when someone calls their love interest ‘beloved’.”

You giggled, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

Laurie smiled, “I remember everything about you.”

He then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Since you do return my feelings. Can I kiss you?”

“I would certainly leave you freeze if you don’t.” You smiled.

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Summary: New York City life gets a little lonely until you have too many choices

Pairings: timothee chalamet x F!reader, Austin Bütlér x F!reader

Warnings: honestly expect pure filth. Mmf but the males are straight and don't interact

Word count: 2,925

Authors note: it's been a while and this may or may not be loosely based on a random detailed dream I had the night before last also please know I'm not usually a smut writer and it's been ages so bare with me please

The dim lit bar was roaring with voices as the rush hour for bars came. You regretted letting your friend talk you into coming out. You would much rather be sitting on your couch with a fantasy novel and a cup of lavender tea, but your best friend and roommate was persistent. “See! Lavender vodka cocktails! I told you you could still get lavender tea!” She pulled you by your wrist to the bar. This was one of the many popular bars in New York so you had to squeeze between shoulders to even reach the counter. “You know it's not the same thing, right? It's important for me to know that you know that,” you questioned your friend with a brow raised, she threw her hair over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. Instead of responding she just ordered a lavender vodka lemonade for you and a planters punch for herself.

“Just don't leave me tonight. I didn't feel like coming but if you leave me alone this is the last time,” you sternly state as you wait for your drinks. After people had their orders in, the crowd around the bar became smaller and people were now gathered around tables and leather couches. The bar theme was modern chic. Crystal dim lighting, black leather couches around marble tables. You and your roommate definitely could not afford to drink here, especially on a regular basis, but she insisted that the only way to find a decent man was in high end bars. Not that you were looking.

“It will be fun! Go find a table, I'll wait for the drinks,” she instructed, clearly scouting the crowd. You pushed off of your elbows and looked around for an empty table. It was no surprise when every table and couch were full. You found an empty spot on a wall and leaned up against it.

“This should cheer you up, I got that guy to pay for our drinks,” meg, your roommate and best friend, handed you your glass and nodded towards a blonde man in an army green jacket who was staring in their direction. He had a nice smile and tilted his glass to Meg with a wink. It was painfully obvious that you were going to be left alone at some point tonight. “go for it,” you sighed. She shook her head, her red hair swaying with every turn, “he can wait for it. I need to let the anticipation build. For now, let's talk about your day, drink up and dance.” There wasn't much to dance to as today's rap hits played low level. “my day is never as interesting as yours. I just work at an unknown radio station. You're the celebrity photographer,” you say with a bit of laughter.

“You're just getting your start. Besides I'm just the photographer for BuzzFeed. it's my start too. But okay,” she began talking about the shoot she had just done for the cast of the Dune series. Meg was good about making the biggest celebrities sound like just a group of co-workers. The Dune cast had some of the biggest names in Hollywood but here she was talking about how Batista couldn't stay serious the entire shoot.

You moved on to her plans next week to shoot a rom com cast on Monday when a group walked into the bar and heads were turning from every direction. “meg, isn't thats the Dune cast,” you pointed out the obvious. You tried to keep your composure as Timothee chalamet was your biggest celebrity crush and he was walking in the doors. People brought out there phones and snapped a few pictures with it being a high class bar in New York City, it wasn't a huge deal.

Meg smiled wide and waved at the group. They spotted her and waved back as they began walking towards us. “what up?” Timothee shouted playfully as he hugged Meg. “If we had known you were coming to the same bar when you said you were going out later, we could have just left the office together!” Zendaya laughed giving Meg a one armed hug. Meg pointed to me, “this one needed a Friday night out so I had to stop home anyways.”

Florence smiled, “I needed to change anyways. That was probably one of the most fun shoots I've had for an interview though. Can we buy you girls drinks?” Florence looked to you and put her hand gently on your shoulder, “I'm so sorry, I'm Florence what's your name?” You told the group your name and Zendaya was laughing wrapping her arm around Florence, “yeah Flo she was standing herebthe whole time and we didn't even ask her name. No wonder people think celebrities are rude as hell. I'm Z this is Timothee and Austin.” You waved smiling, “it's nice to meet you all. I promise I'm not the loser I just sounded like I just prefer staying home.” They all nodded. Florence laughed, “I feel that heavily. Alright let's get some drinks at the bar and come back. the waiters here are too busy.”

While the cast walked off to get their drinks, a Waitress brought us two drinks we didn't order, the same ones we had as a first round. “they're from that gentlemen. Don't worry I prepared them and came right back this way,” she winked, obviously referring to how awful the world was. Meg blushed, her blue eyes wandering over to the blonde man from earlier. He was looking adoringly at her, blushing, he smiled and took a drink of his.

The group came back with their assortment of drinks in hand. After a few short minutes of sharing fun memories of the photoshoot earlier, Meg took a step back from your now formed circle, “you have no idea how much I want to stay and chat but I've been working on that,” she motioned to the blonde man, “for the past hour and I think it's time I stop his longing and say hi. You guys are amazing. Glad you're here to keep my bestie entertained, if you want of course okay bye!” She rambled, took a deep breath, and smoothly turned around with a look of curiosity.

“Shes good,” Florence complimented with a smile of approval and admiration. “so, where are you from?” Timothee immediately asked after taking a shit of his dark and smokey. His green eyes were fixed on yours, seemingly genuinely interested as one of his brows was up. You told him, and without hesitation asked another question, “what brings you to the city?” You didn't want to tell him the entire story about how you are a 24 year old divorcee so you just said work. “I wouldnt think someone who looks like you would be doing radio. A face like yours deserves to be seen,” Austin suddenly chimed in, saying the first words he's said all night. You blushed. Anyone would at those words spoken with his deep raspy voice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your blushing. You took a sip of your drink. “Oh come on Austin you started off too strong,” Timothee chuckled. You didn't know what was happening. Zendaya and Florence burst out with laughter before wrapping one arm around each other, “too much testosterone. (Y/n) we will be over here people watching if you find this,” Zendaya used her hand to motion the guys, “disturbing.” Then they walked away. Both guys took a step forward, causing your to take a step back, placing your back against the wall. They were standing in front of you just a ruler length away.

You felt nervous. A tingling sensation overcame your stomach among other places. “do you guys have a bet or something?” You didn't want to fall for it if it was some joke. They were two of the biggest celebrities at this time and they were seemingly coming onto you. Both with girlfriends. “yeah, a bet of who could bring home the most beautiful woman in the room,” Austin stated, looking into your eyes intensely. The bar suddenly felt like a heater was turned up. You held your composure. “You both have girlfriends if the news sources are correct,” you retorted. They shook their heads, “PR” they said simultaneously. They could be lying. It was almost as if they read your mind, contracts between manages about it. Weird they just have it ready but they most likely had to do it often.

You played it cool and finished your drink without saying a word, or tasting it as you chugged it. “I'm going to grab another drink, go check on Meg and go home. You two can decide who is coming with me,” you would never have had the confidence to say the last part without liquid courage. Good thing you were at a bar. You walked between them as if they were saloon doors and tried your best not to look back. You saw Zendaya and Florence applauding and nodding with approval. Zendaya even pumped her fist mouthing “hell yeah.”

You leaned both of your elbows against the bar and flagged down the bartender. You ordered a long island iced tea with a lemon and a lavender garnish. You were going to need all the confidence you could muster up. However you could.

You told the bartender you would be back for it after freshening up. You walked swiftly to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You regretted not going for a bit of a glam look but your “clean girl aesthetic” makeup would have to do. You looked to the other woman in the mirror who was fixing her mascara. Your expression must have been easy to read because she smiled big saying, “girl I got you!” The raven haired woman who looked at least 5 inches taller than you, reached into her clutch and pulled out a mini contour kit. “I saw you talking to the cast of Dune? Do you know them?” She questioned. You shook your head, “my best friend, practically sister does.” The woman brushed some highlight powder lightly across your cheeks,” Just enough to make some features pop, you don't want to change too much because it will look like you changed for them since they've already seen you.” she closed the kit, “good luck you are my hero.” She fixed my sweater so that it drapes over one shoulder, taking my academia look up a notch since my flowy long skirt couldn't be helped.

You weren't in the bathroom long because your drink was just being made when you got back to the counter. You took your drink and looked for Meg. Thankfully she was still there, giggling and caressing the mans bicep. She definitely wasn't coming home alone tonight. You walked over and dipped your drink, “I didn't want to interrupt but I'm headed home will you be okay?” You waited for the code word in case of danger, it never came. “I think we might stay out a bit. This is Taron. Taron this is, (y/n). Please stay out with us! You might meet someone!” She was glowing. Whatever this guy was saying to her was the cause of said glow. You smirked, shaking your head, “who said I'm going home alone?” Megs brows raised and she nodded, “okay go ahead.” She hugged you then whispered, “proud of you.” You took a breath and walked back to the guys. They were chuckling but stopped and went back to having swagger or as the kids would call it these days “rizz” which you learned meant charisma.

“Did you decide?” You lifted a brow, finishing your drink. They looked at each other and nodded as if they had some agreement. Austin took a step forward and leaned over to whisper in your ear, his low tone making a shiver to down your spine, “we actually couldn't decide.” Timothee stepped forward, Austin not moving, and leaned over to whisper in your other ear, “so let us both have you. Tonight. Then you will decide which one of us can take you to a dinner tomorrow night.” The last sentence was a demand and it sent your body into a frenzy but you kept your composure. You didn't say anything, you took a step back, put your glass on the counter and kept walking towards the door. You turned around before you got out of ear shot as they were both shrugging off disbelief they were rejected. But they weren't.

“Well? You boys coming or do I have to take care of myself after that?” They both perked up immediately and were practically tripping over their own feet as they said their goodbyes to Z and Flo.

You all stumbled out of the bar. Someone must have alerted the paparazzi and some fans, probably via deuxmoi, because there were cameras flashing outside the bar and you all stopped every few steps for them to take selfies with some fans. Austin finally said to the fans, “sorry guys, we are trying to catch up with an old friend tonight but we will be around tomorrow if we didn't manage to get to you.” we walked swiftly into the nearby metro station, “we are going to our hotel right?” Timmy asked as they managed to keep their heads down going down the steps. “no,” you shook your head, “you don't need to impress me with your 5 star hotels. It's already happening. My place is two blocks away.” They shrugged and followed you to your apartment, keeping their heads down as much as possible.

You reached your two bedroom small apartment quickly and kicked your boots off at the door. They followed suit. “your room, gorgeous?” Austin pointed to the door that had stickers of book titles all over the door. You nod once as he grabs your wrist and leads you slowly to your door timothee following you both and locking your bedroom door behind himself.

Timmy didn't hesitate to move your hair away from your neck and trail kisses down your neck and to your shoulder that was exposed on the one side. Austin gripped your face with his hand gently and kissed you passionately with just the right amount of tongue. Timmys hands went under your sweater, lifting it from your body, breaking your kiss with Austin briefly. When Austin's lips returned to yours his hand was gripping your hair now, you were getting weak in the knees.

Timothee used one ringed finger to trace the outline of your torso and gripped your breasts from under your bra before releasing them using his other hand. Timmy reached his head around you to place a breast in his mouth and push Austin away in one motion. He got down on his knees before you and slowly pulled your skirt and thong off in one go. “Bed. Now,” Austin demanded. He pulled his shirt off and Timmy followed suit. You lay on the bed, your ass aligned with the edge and Austin quickly found his way between them, trailing soft, ticklish kisses down your thighs in a teasing manner. Timmy began unbuttoning his own pants as Austin worked his tongue around your clit. You arched your back and moaned in pleasure with your hand gripping Austin's hair. Timothee got on the bed and kissed you passionately.

“Suck it for me?” Timmy smiled, his bedroom eyes arousing you. You nod and Austin grabs your hips, flips you around and has you in doggy style. He still works his tongue as you place Timothee into your mouth. Timothee groans and Austin inserts himself into you, slowly, teasingly for the first few thrusts. Then hard, causing you to scream in pleasure then slow again.

The two take turns on you, sometimes just watching you with the other but neither interacting with each other minus a few compliments and “damn bro she's loving this” comments. Two men so comfortable with their own sexuality made them even more attractive to you.

When you finished, you realized an hour and a half had passed. Austin lay on your bed staring at the ceiling repeating “wow” and “incredible” timothee pulling his boxers back on. Austin looked like he needed a breath so naturally, “timothee?” You beconed as you stood at your bathroom door naked, “shower with me?” he ripped his shorts off and joined you.

“Decided who you wanted to go to dinner with?” Timmy smirks the next morning, assuming he was the clear winner in his own head. You hadn't decided yet. They both slept on the floor. “leave your numbers on that notebook and I'll call one of you later,” you instructed. The both wrote their numbers down and you all walked out to your kitchen. Meg was sitting there drinking her coffee, which caused you to turn bright red. The guys were blushing too. “‘morning,” timothee blushed and waved to meg. She looked surprisingly well rested and didn't have the blonde with her.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Austin spoke to meg, his cheeks bright red as you moved towards the door. They put their shoes on and you let them out. “you'll actually call right?” Timothee asked with a nervous smile. “I guess you'll see,” you stated before closing the door and joining meg at the counter. “im seeing Taron for a proper date tonight but you…you have some explaining to do,” she stated while pouring your coffee.

[babyflorencee]

Books, pillow talks, and an attention-craving boy

Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader

I was engrossed in 'If We Were Villains," by M. L. Rio, when I heard the door to mine and my boyfriend, Timothée's shared bedroom creak open—just enough for him to peak in. "Hi love," he chimed, entering the room and settling down beside me.

Despite knowing that Tim was there, my eyes remained glued to the page. "Hey," I murmured, too absorbed in the book to feign enthusiasm.

"What are you reading?" He inquired, shifting to lay down directly on top of me, harshly pressing his face into my stomach.

I awkwardly folded the book so that he could see the cover, prompting him to nod in acknowledgement once he read the title.

For about 20 minutes, Tim tried everything he could to divert my attention away from my book and onto him. But once he realized my unwavering focus on the book, he started to grow bored. With a dramatic sigh, he got up, slamming the door shut.

I flinched a little at the sound, but overall I didn't think too much of it as I continued to read, since I was nearing the end. After I read it from front to back, I closed the book, setting it down on my nightstand, before getting up to go look for Tim.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed an unusual quietness, contrary to Timothée's usual ruckus. Muffled talking reached my ears as I entered the living room, finding Tim asleep on the couch with our old, beaten-up radio softly playing in the background.

I walked over to him, waking him up with a gentle shake; he let out a groan, slowly opening his eyes, before asking, "What do you want?" with a hint of sass.

"I want to cuddle," I whispered, reaching my arms out to him, repeatedly making a grabby hand motion, while giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh so now you want to give me attention," he said, rolling his eyes and turning away from me.

"Timmy," I whined, sitting beside him and pressing my head into his neck, placing a few light kisses there as a way to convince him to cuddle with me.

When he didn't respond, I pressed my mouth against his ear, whispering, "Please baby," while rubbing small circles on his back.

After a moment of faux contemplation, he smiled, lazily pulling me on top of him, before shifting so that I was under him. Once we both got comfortable, he wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck, gently sucking on the skin there, causing me to bite back a moan from the sensation he was giving me. "Goodnight, mon amour," he said with a smirk, momentarily lifting his head up to press a kiss on my forehead before returning his face back to my neck.

"Night night," I sleepily replied, wrapping my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close to me as possible.

[timmymyluv]

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[missjadesfics]

"Don't play the fool."

Paul Atreides x Reader divider credits: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Requested by: @thatoneweirdgirl17 Summary: Paul and Y/n are in an arranged marriage, and Paul notices his bride is unbothered by it. Maybe he can change her thoughts; after all, marriage can't be all that bad. Warnings: None, just fluff, emotions and estranged friends to lovers Word count: 1.4k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Over time, Paul had grown worried about his lady wife. She seemed unbothered by the marriage and didn’t show emotion throughout their days as a married couple. Paul had often confided in his mother and father, who said she needed time and that one day she would be more open. Gurney said the same thing when he asked the older man. Duncan, however, had a different opinion.

“I don’t understand Duncan. Have I done something wrong? I’ve been nothing but kind, warm and generous. Maybe she wants something else.” Paul dodged Duncan’s attack, and the sword master shrugged. “I believe I have a theory, my boy”, Duncan sighed, wiping his forehead. Paul nodded. “Okay, what is your theory?” He asked his teacher, and Duncan waved him over to sit on the floor with him. The two panted from their sparring session as they regained their breathing. “I had heard whispers that your lady wife’s mother had instilled some thoughts in her mind about marriage. Now I know her mother, and might I say she is a challenge. She believed, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are.’ she had told her daughter the same thing. You have done nothing, my boy; your wife believes what she has been told. You can show her that it’s not how she perceives marriage. One day, when your father passes, and you are to assume the role of Duke, your Duchess will be by your side. You don’t have to be at each other’s side all the time, but just enough for the other to know they aren’t alone. You are a smart young man, Paul; I’m sure you will figure something out. At least I hope your romantic skills are better than your sparring.” Duncan teased. Paul scoffed and shoved Duncan, readying his sword. “Okay, Idaho I know a challenge when I hear one.” 

Y/n strolled through Caladan’s halls, admiring the artwork as she passed them. Paul was busy sparring with Duncan Idaho, so Y/n took the opportunity to be alone. Finding the large doors, Y/n walked out to the courtyard towards the river down the hill. Paul had finished sparring and caught a glimpse of Y/n walking. He followed her, running to catch up and called her name “Y/N!” She turned, her hair blowing gently in the wind. She gave a small smile and bowed her head “My lord”, she acknowledged, continuing her walk as Paul walked beside her. “How have you faired since arriving here in Caladan? Everything to your liking?” Paul smiled Y/n raised a brow at his questions, nodding slightly. “Yes, my lord, everything is fine”, she responded. Paul internally sighed; okay, try again, but don’t give up yet. 

Paul sat beside her near the river. “I heard you love reading. Are there any books I could acquire for you? I don’t mind reading myself; perhaps it’s something we can do together,” Paul offered, hoping she would soften at his proposal. Y/n laughed. “I like to read, but read together, you and I? What is your play, my lord? Better yet, what bet have you made with your men? How quickly can you seduce me? Or perhaps how quickly can you get me in your bed by showering gifts and pleasantries with me?” She leaned on her arm, looking at Paul with narrowed eyes. Paul was taken aback by her words; did she genuinely think he was playing her like she thought? Duncan was right; her mother instilled something in her that he may find hard to break her from, almost like a spell. Paul smirked, shaking his head “Little dove, oh, what wicked words have you been told about me?” He leant forward, his green eyes piercing through her gaze on him Y/n fell silent. Paul whispered, “Why are you so distant from me? You show no emotion. Have I upset you in some way since our wedding day? We haven’t even shared our marital bed; whispers will begin soon enough. The son of Duke Leto has not bedded his wife and has no children. Y/n, I don’t know where your emotions lie with me, but I have grown fond of you; my feelings are sincere and genuine. Whatever lies you have been fed about me or our marriage is not true. You can be open with me; you should not feel ashamed of anything with me,” Paul explained, standing and sighing. “I will see you for dinner, wife” he left her alone, walking up the hill, the wind slowly picking up as he turned to look at her again. A sad smile on his face as he made his way back inside the castle. 

Y/n and Paul walked in together for dinner. Leto welcomed them both in the hall, and Jessica sat down to Leto’s left and sipped her wine. Paul pulled out Y/n’s chair, and she nodded at him. Paul smiled quickly before taking his seat; Leto and Jessica noticed the tension between the newlyweds. Leto said, “My son, Duncan, has spoken highly about your training improvement. Soon enough, you will be a warrior just like him and Gurney” Paul smiled at his father’s praise, sipping his wine. “Yes, I am grateful for Duncan and Gurney and their teachings”, Paul replied with a grin. Yn sat silently, eating her dinner and not communicating much. Paul watched his knee bouncing nervously underneath the table; when dinner was done, Paul excused himself and his wife. Looping his arm with hers, he led her to their shared chambers. Closing the door behind them, he sat her on the bed, kneeling before her. “Please tell me what I can do. To make your life more comfortable and easier to bear while you are here,” Y/n stared at her husband, his eyes pleading and glistening with tears forming. “My mother had always told me, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children’ I did not want to be the fool. And if I didn’t love you or anyone else around me, my feelings and heart would not be hurt. I have held my reservations with you, Paul, and everyone in my life. That is how my mother raised me to be. Cautious and reserved with my emotions. She loved no one but her children; she has proven to be a lioness in protecting them no matter the cost. Even if it means depriving those around her of love and warmth. I believed I had to be the same way.” She told Paul he held her face, blinking back tears. “You will never want for nothing; your love is not a prize nor something to break. I want you to love me as I love you. I want you to be happy and free, and my Duchess. I will be not just your Duke, your husband. But I will fight, live and breathe for you every day until my last day. And if I must fight and prove each day, my sweet wife. Then so be it. But never reserve yourself around me; unshield yourself from those emotions you hide from me. I want all of your happiness, your laughter and your kindness. And I hope that if you are willing, our children will bear those same beautiful qualities as us both.” Paul whispered as he pressed his head gently to Y/n’s breathing deeply, “Please do not be like your mother. You are not your mother. You and you. And that is all that matters now.” Y/n’s eyes shined with emotions, her cheeks stained with tears, her arms delicately wrapped around Paul’s neck.

“Paul”, She murmured. Paul nodded. “Yes,” He brushed his nose with hers. “I’m so sorry”, She apologised. Paul laughed lightly, shaking his head and pulling her close to sit on his lap on the bed. “Do not apologise to me, my wife.” He kissed her lips softly, and Y/n reciprocated the kiss immediately. Their first real kiss since their wedding day, Paul’s mouth moved in sync with Y/n’s, tasting the salt from their tears melding with the wine on their lips. “Promise me you will open up to me. Don’t close yourself off,” Paul whimpered, the kiss growing more with need and desperation Y/n nodded lightly as she pulled away, her face lighting up with the most beautiful smile Paul had seen.

“I promise, Paul.”

I'm sorry it's a little shorter than my other one-shots. I didn't want to write too much and ruin the theme. I hope you all still like it.

[http-alexademie]

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vanityfair If the future of Hollywood is in the hands of Oscar nominee y/f/n, then it’s a very bright future ahead!! Young Hollywood actress Miss y/f/n is now a two time Oscar nominee, whom not only are we rooting for but are also very excited to see what she will be wearing at this years ceremony!

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y/i/n I can’t even belive how lucky i am to even be nominated for a second Oscar. Thank you all so much for supporting me along the way, i love you with all my heart xoxo-y/n <3

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enews Here she comes…Miss y/f/n 👏🏻looking amazing as always #Oscars. (📷:Getty)

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okay look I was having a hard time finding another person for y/n to move from harry with, so I apologize if it’s not who you expected I just love timothee chalamet 😭

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enews it’s been confirmed! a few insiders confirmed after the don’t worry darling premiere that the entire relationship with actor-singer, harry styles and director, olivia wilde was all PR. to find more information go to the link in bio. 👀

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y/nupdates y/n seen out in LA with timothee chalamet!

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[get-your-fics]

Dark Angel

Summary: Paul has dreams about the new student his mother is training.

Pairing: Dark!Paul Atreides x Bene Gesserit!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: Non-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink, dacryphilia, religious guilt, mention of blood, degradation, corruption kink, innocence kink

Note: i've only seen the movies, so this is really loose canon compliancy-wise. title is from a song on my paul playlist sami introduced me to.

“Pass me the sugar.”

Lady Jessica stared at you, unmoving.

“Pass me the sugar,” you tried again.

She blinked at you.

“Pass me the sugar,” you said. “Pass me the sugar, pass me the sugar, pass me the sugar.”

“Repeating it over and over isn’t going to make me do it,” she said.

You exhaled through your nose a barely imperceptible huff of frustration. The members of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood you grew up with had made using the Voice look so easy. They did it so effortlessly, without a second thought. But no matter how hard you concentrated, you couldn’t seem to wield it the same way they did.

“You have to be strong, commanding. You’re not asking them a question, hoping they’ll do what you say. You’re telling them an order.” Jessica sat up straighter at the dining table, folding her hands in front of her. “Let me show you.”

She tilted her chin down, staring you dead in the eye. “Pass me the sugar,” she croaked, her voice low and raspy.

Her words sent you into a trance, echoing over and over in your head. One second, the sugar was in the middle of the table, and the next, you were pulling away back into your seat, the little bowl set down in front of her.

You jolted when you came back to. She gave you a small smile. “See?” She pushed the sugar back to where it had been. “Now, try again.”

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat. You tried to mimic her, sitting up straighter and tilting your chin to stare her in the eye. “Pass me the sugar,” you said in a clear, resounding voice.

You watched as Jessica’s eyes glazed over. She reached for the sugar slowly, almost as if in hesitation. You held your breath as she lifted it, passing it over to you. Before she could set it down, a voice sliced through the silence like a knife.

“Mother?”

Jessica blinked, her eyes back in focus. The bowl slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, exploding in a burst of ceramic pieces and grains of sugar scattered across the tile with an ear-splitting screech.

Both of your heads whipped around to see a young man standing in the doorway. He was tall and lanky, with fine features and a mess of dark, curly hair. He was only wearing silk boxers and a loose robe that hung off of his frame, his long legs and pale chest on full display.

“Paul!” Jessica exclaimed. “We have a guest in our presence.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that?” He leaned in the doorway, unashamed of his unsightly appearance. “You didn’t warn me we would have company.”

He caught your eye, and you averted your gaze, ducking your head in embarrassment. Born into the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood, you had seen maybe a handful of men in your life, and you’d for sure never seen that much of one before.

“It didn’t come to my attention until recently.” Jessica flashed him a tight-lipped smile. “Now, please do us the decency of tying your robe at the least.”

He stared at her long and hard for a moment. Then, he pushed off of the doorway and tugged his robe closed, tying the sash into place.

“Thank you.” She turned to you. “Please, forgive my son’s intrusion.” She gestured to you and introduced you to Paul. “She is a member of the Bene Gesserit Sisterhood I have been put in charge of training.”

You rose from your chair, the legs scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. “My lord.” You lifted the skirt of your frock as you curtsied, bowing your head.

The look in his eyes was indecipherable. “You made a mess.”

You looked down at the pile of ceramic shards and sugar on the floor. “Forgive me, my lord.” You bowed again.

“That’s quite alright, sister,” Jessica addressed you. “We were only practicing, Paul.”

“Must have been some lesson then,” he muttered, the corners of his lips curling into the slightest hint of a smirk.

They exchanged a look, almost like they were communicating telepathically. The expression on Jessica’s face was scalding, while Paul merely appeared apathetic to whatever it was she was trying to tell him.

She cleared her throat. “I suppose that concludes our lesson this morning.” She offered you a smile. “Please, sister, take a seat. Have breakfast with us.”

“Actually, I wish to retire to my chambers, if that is alright with you, Lady.” You looked to her for approval. You thought you heard a stifled snicker behind you.

“Of course, sister, you are excused. I shall send for you later.”

You curtsied to her before turning to Paul. “My lord.” You curtsied once more before scurrying from the room as fast as you could without seeming eager.

Once you were out of sight, you glued yourself to the wall, releasing the breath you’d been holding in. You listened as Paul pulled a chair out fromthe table and sat down.

“I wasn’t aware that you adopted a pet, Lady,” he mocked.

“She is my student, and you will treat her with respect,” she snapped. “Now, shall we see if your lesson fairs any better than hers?”

Your brow furrowed. You wondered what Jessica could possibly be teaching him that any of the Duke’s aides couldn’t.

Paul groaned. “I just woke up. I’m tired.”

“Really? Have any more dreams?”

There was a long pause before he answered. “Yes.”

“What did you see?” she asked.

Pause. “A girl.”

“Was she someone you know?”

“No, I didn’t recognize her.” He didn’t seem to be very forthcoming. Either that, or he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Now if you’d stop interrogating me, could you call one of your servants to clean up this mess?” he sneered. “Unless you want your young pupil to come back and do it.”

You hurried down the hall before you could hear a word more.

Caladan was a beautiful planet. It was lush and green, with towering mountains and deep, cerulean oceans. Out of all planets you could’ve been sent to on assignment, you were thankful it was this one. That was, if it hadn’t been for him.

That morning may have been the first time you’d met him, but you’d heard talk of him long before that.

The Mother Reverend thought that by having you in a separate room, you wouldn’t be able to hear her brief Lady Jessica on your assignment. But she shouldn’t have underestimated the Bene Gesserit’s enhanced senses.

“You were meant to give birth to a daughter, but you defied the wishes of the Sisterhood and bore a son instead.” Mother Reverend spoke in hushed, fervent whispers. “Were you really so arrogant as to think you could birth the Kwisatz Haderach yourself?”

“Forgive me, Mother,” Jessica pleaded, “but a son meant so much to him—”

“Silence!” she cut her off. “I will hear none of your excuses. You valued your relationship with a man over your bond with the Sisterhood. You were my greatest student, and in turn, my greatest disappointment.”

A long pause followed. Even you held your breath, too afraid to disturb it. Finally, Mother Reverend broke the silence.

“Now, I charge you with training the sister who shall one day marry a Harkonnen and give birth to the Kwisatz Haderach. You cannot afford to fail, do you understand?”

“I understand, Mother,” Jessica said meekly. “I will not let you down.”

Their conversation had sent your mind reeling. Was Paul truly meant to be the Kwisatz Haderach? And if he wasn’t, then what was he?

“What are you doing up here?”

The voice startled you from your retrospection. You glanced over your shoulder to see Paul standing behind you. He was dressed in his ceremonial military wear, the House Atreides crest emblazoned on each side of his collar.

You quickly jumped to your feet, dusting off your frock. “Forgive me, my lord.” You curtsied. “I only wished to admire more of your illustrious planet. Where I come from, we didn’t have views half as breathtaking as this.”

You’d found a perch upon a hilltop beyond Castle Caladan that overlooked the ocean and Mount Syubi. The periwinkle sky was endless, stretching on and on in every direction. You wondered if you’d ever get used to the majesty of it all after spending some time on this planet.

His expression remained blank. “I would think you’d be focusing on your training rather than tourism, sister,” he said. “I’d prefer to keep the rest of our tableware intact.”

You hung your head in embarrassment, lowering your gaze to the grass at your feet. “My apologies, my lord.”

“How are you supposed to raise the Kwisatz Haderach when you can’t even get someone to pass you the sugar?” he sneered.

Your head shot up to look at him, your eyes wide. Your mouth fell agape. How could he possibly know about that?

A smirk spread across his face at your reaction. “Tell me, why do you think they chose you for such an important task?” He circled you like a shark that smelled blood in the water. “It couldn’t be because of your perceived natural ability. You’ve already proved your incompetence in that area.”

He stopped in front of you. You looked up at him, and this close, you could see the color of his eyes: green like the valleys of his home planet. “Or do you think it’s because you’re easy to control?” he whispered in a low voice.

You didn’t know what to say, paralyzed in shock. With every breath you took, you inhaled more of his scent, fresh like the breeze drifting off of the ocean. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, though due to the chill in the air or his proximity to you, you weren’t sure.

He took a step back, and your chest hollowed out as you released the breath you’d been holding. “I came to tell you that House Atreides is taking over the spice production.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “We leave for Arrakis soon.”

Without giving you time to process, he spun on his heel and marched down the hillside. You watched as he retreated, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was just a small, black speck in the distance. It seemed that you wouldn’t have the time to start taking Caladan for granted after all. Your life would be uprooted once again.

Arrakis was the complete antithesis to everything Caladan was. It was hot and dry and destitute, the never-ending desert only broken up by the occasional outcrop of rock. Compared to Caladan which was rich with oceans and rivers and lakes, Arrakis hadn’t seen a single drop of rain in centuries.

The second you stepped off of the ship, the heat hit you like a slap in the face. Your mouth went dry, and you started to sweat instantly. The black fabric of your veil seemed to absorb all the heat, making it feel ten times worse. The temperature inside the Grand Palace wasn’t much better, but you were thankful for whatever relief you could get.

Lady Jessica continued to train you in the Voice and the Weirding Way while House Atreides went about resuming the spice production, though you hardly saw any improvement as the days went on. You started to wonder if Paul knew more than he let on.

You only caught glimpses of the heir of House Atreides here and there: in the hall, at the dining table, leaving his chambers. He never failed to make a jest at your expense in the short amount of time you saw him. You didn’t understand where his animosity towards you came from. You supposed his needless hostility might stem from being transported from the only home he’d ever known to the planet previously ruled by his enemies.

But every time your eyes met, a chill went down your spine. You thought it better to keep as much distance from the Duke’s son as possible. Fortunately, your run-ins remained few and far between.

That changed after he returned from a spice harvesting gone awry.

“Spice is a psychoactive chemical.” Dr. Yueh closed his eyes as he felt along the back of Paul’s neck. “You seem to be sensitive.”

You hid behind Lady Jessica, watching the pensive expression on Dr. Yueh’s face. He lifted his hands and opened his eyes. “You’ll be fine,” he said to Paul.

“Thank you, Dr. Yueh,” Jessica said.

He nodded to her and left. She kneeled in front of Paul, looking up at him with concern. He kept his head low, his brows drawn together.

“That wasn’t an allergic reaction,” he said. “I had a vision. My eyes were wide open.”

“What did you see?” Jessica asked.

“It’s confusing.” He looked up for the first time since he’d returned, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. “Some things, though, are crystal clear.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. He didn’t say anything more, but the look in his eyes said it all.

You retired to your chambers, prepared to get ready for bed. When you stepped inside, the room was completely dark, only illuminated by the slats of moonlight peeking through the window. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. There wasn’t anything outright off, but something didn’t feel right.

You stood frozen in the middle of the room. You felt like you could feel eyes on the back of your head. Your blood ran cold through your veins. You weren’t alone.

Someone was watching you.

You eyed the nightstand next to your bed. If you could just grab the blade hidden in the drawer, you could defend yourself. You lunged towards the nightstand, reaching for the handle. Before you could grasp it, an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back against a solid chest, a hand coming up to clamp down over your mouth.

You writhed against your assailant’s hold, clawing at the hand covering your mouth. Their grip on you remained strong. You tried to scream, but your voice came out muffled.

“Be still, sister,” Paul whispered, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “It’s only me.”

You stopped struggling, but your body remained tense. He didn’t let go of you, his hand still on your mouth. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver through your body. “Always so obedient, aren’t you?” he taunted. “I wonder, if the Bene Gesserit married you off to a Harkonnen, would you go along with it?”

You furrowed your brow, confused as to why he was asking you this, but you nodded anyway. “You would share a marital bed with the enemy of my people just because they told you to?” There was a sharp edge to his voice. “That won’t do.”

You focused on your breathing, on the rise and fall of your chest. The warmth emanating from his body behind you felt like it was burning you alive. You maintained a firm grip on his wrist, but the hand over your mouth didn’t move, as if it was glued to your face.

“I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth now,” he whispered, “but you are not to speak unless spoken to, understand?”

You nodded vehemently. He pried his hand from your mouth. You gasped for air, sucking in sharp inhales of breath and relishing in the full expansion of your lungs. But you didn’t dare scream.

He rested his face against your veil-covered head. “Now tell me,” he purred, a deep rumble low in his chest, “are you afraid of me?”

You knew Bene Gesserit weren’t supposed to be afraid of anything. They were supposed to be stoic and unfeeling, impenetrable pillars of strength. Nothing could shake them. But you couldn’t deny the way you trembled in his arms. You nodded.

“Why is that?” he cooed almost mockingly. “Is it because you believe me to be the Kwisatz Haderach?”

You shook your head. “But if I’m not the Kwisatz Haderach,” he asked, his voice low, “then what does that make me?”

“Something worse,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. “A false prophet. A deceiver. A devil wearing a man’s face.”

“A dark angel?” he finished for you.

You didn’t respond. The rush of blood filled your ears. You thought his hold on your waist tightened to the point of pain.

The world spun as he whirled you around and pushed you up against the wall. “You were in my vision.” His face was inches away from yours. “You do give birth to the Kwisatz Haderach. I’ve seen it.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. It was hard to believe if what he saw was real or merely a hallucination.

“But that wasn’t all. The vision told me something else, too.” His eyes raked over you, long and slow. “I must be the one to give it to you.”

It took a second for his words to sink in, but when they did, your breath caught in your throat. A fresh wave of fear washed over you like ice settling deep in your bones.

Your skin crawled as his hand ran up your side. “I wonder what it is you’re hiding under this frock, sister.” He reached up and groped your breast.

You let out a little yelp. You grabbed his hand and tried to wrench it away from your chest. “Stop it.” You tried to sound intimidating, but the words came out more as a pitiful squeak.

He snickered in amusement. “What a shame.” He faked a pout, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “You’ve been so good for me up until this point. Why so defiant now?”

He kicked your legs apart, stepping in between them. He bunched the skirt of your frock around your hips, exposing your undergarments. You tried to pull down your skirt and push at his shoulders. He easily apprehended your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Look at you. Can't use the Voice, can't use the Weirding Way.” The smirk on his face was malicious. “You’d be more useful to my family as one of our servants.”

There was no mistaking the feel of his hard length pressed against you. He rocked, grinding his crotch against yours. You knew he was right. He was stronger than you, and you were defenseless. He could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d be powerless to stop it from happening.

He shifted to hold your wrists in one hand, the other slipping in between your bodies to mess with the front of his pants. “You’re fortunate you’ll have me to teach the child.”

He pulled out his cock, stroking up and down his shaft. He pushed your undergarments to the side and lined himself up with your entrance. “This is going to hurt,” he stared right into your eyes, “but duty is sacrifice, isn’t it?”

You went stiff as he pushed into you. You had to bite your lips to keep in the screams that threatened to spill out. It felt like he was tearing you apart from the inside out.

“Relax, sister. You’re only making it worse for yourself.” His voice sounded strained as he continued to sink into you. You wondered if this was painful for him as well. “Almost there.”

He paused once his hips were flush against yours. He was panting already, his face shining with a thin sheen of sweat. You thought maybe you were through the worst of it, but he proved you wrong when he pulled back only to thrust into you hard.

You couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped you as a jolt of pain shot down your spine. He leaned closer until there wasn’t enough room to slide a sheet of paper between your bodies. “You were unknown to man before me, weren’t you, sister?” he hissed.

Your eyes stung with tears, and your chin started to wobble. You turned your head away from him, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from sobbing, and the copper taste of blood flooded your mouth.

Now that he’d sullied you, the Sisterhood had no use for you. You’d let them down, and now you’d be his forever. There was no escaping him.

He grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “This is what you were meant for, sister. This is where you belong.” His eyes were trained on you with rapt attention. “You were made for this, to cry on my cock.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to expel his words from your head. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and he dipped down to taste them. He hummed, licking his lips. He must be a devil to relish in something that was causing you such agony.

You retreated into your mind, remembering the mantra you’d been taught since you knew how to speak. I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. You focused on the words, seeking solace in them. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. When the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain.

You started to relax against him as the pain ebbed away, easing the way for his intrusion. The head of his cock brushed against a spot inside you that sparked an unfamiliar tingle in your core. Your back arched, and the wails you’d been stifling came out as wanton moans.

“That’s it. I knew you would come around.” He growled. “You’re so pure, so chaste. I can’t wait to make you my bitch, have you screaming my name for everyone to hear.”

You hated the way his cruel words only made that craving in your core grow even more. He gripped your hip as he fucked into you at a brutal, relentless pace. He had you spread wide for him with your thighs over his. His wild curls bounced with every thrust, and you were sure you’d be sore from the way your back repeatedly slammed against the wall over and over.

The spark started to grow into an unquenchable fire, like you were being consumed by flame. “Please,” you managed to whimper between the unintelligible string of mewls that left your lips, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. “Please.”

“It’s alright, sister. I’ll give you what you need.” He moved the hand on your hip to the little nub above where he split you open. “Let go. I want you to come for me.”

His deft fingers worked your bud, sending you over the edge. You clenched down around him, your thighs quivering around his hips. You felt like you were drowning in the ocean back on Caladan, thrown about by the churning waves before they pulled you asunder.

You went limp against him, and if it weren’t for his hold on your hands, you would’ve sank to the floor. He let go, and your arms dropped to your sides like dead weight. He grabbed your hips and hoisted you up, jackhammering into you at an inhuman pace. He cursed under his breath, grunts and groans falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna come inside you.” His blunt fingernails dug into your skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks behind. “I want you to take every last drop, okay, sister? Can’t have any of it going to waste.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, staring blankly at a spot on the wall behind him. You wanted to fight him, but you knew it’d be useless. This was your destiny, the fate that had been chosen for you. He’d seen it himself.

He went still against you, and you felt warmth flood your insides. He wrapped his arms around you, nearly crushing you with how close he was holding you. His seed dribbled out of where you were still connected, smearing down your thighs.

He pulled out of you slowly, gently setting you down on your feet. You slumped back against the wall, your eyes barely open. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he gathered his spend dripping out of you, pushing it back into your abused hole with his fingers.

He wiped his fingers clean on your thigh and stepped back from you. “Clean yourself up.” He tucked himself back into his pants. “They’re here. They’ll be coming for us soon.”

Your eyes shot open. What did he mean? Who was he talking about?

Then, the world erupted in flames.