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[emma23]

Headcanon y/n birthday: reaction of Oscar Issac characters:

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Today is my birthday so I thought of this headcanon. I hope you like it !!! 💕

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Marc Spector:

Marc isn’t one for big gestures, but he knows how important your birthday is to you. He surprises you by taking you to a hidden spot in the city, a rooftop with a view of the skyline. It’s quiet, just the two of you, and he gives you something small but meaningful—a keepsake tied to his past as a mercenary, showing he trusts you with it.

Jake Lockley:

Jake is more impulsive and unpredictable. He’ll whisk you away in his cab for an adventurous night. Maybe he takes you to a bar he frequents or somewhere a little dangerous but thrilling. He’s not great with words, but the way he looks at you throughout the night says it all.

Steven Grant :

Steven plans your birthday down to the tiniest detail. He buys you thoughtful gifts related to Egyptian mythology or something niche you mentioned once in passing. He probably writes you a long, heartfelt letter expressing how much he appreciates you, though he’s shy when he gives it to you.

Anselm Vogelweide:

Anselm makes your birthday weird but memorable. He’d throw together some bizarre but artistic celebration, like organizing a poetry reading in your honor or giving you an odd, homemade invention. It’s quirky, and maybe not exactly what you wanted, but you appreciate his eccentric effort.

Blue Jones:

Blue acts possessive on your birthday, insisting on controlling the entire day. He organizes everything—what you wear, where you go, and who you see. He gets jealous of anyone else trying to make the day special for you and reminds you constantly that he’s the one who knows you best.

Poe Dameron:

Poe’s birthday surprise is exciting and full of energy. He takes you on a joyride in his X-wing, giving you an incredible view of the galaxy. Later, he throws a big party with the Resistance, complete with drinks, laughter, and maybe even a little dancing.

Santiago "Pope" Garcia:

Santiago is practical but thoughtful. He gets you something useful, like a new piece of gear or equipment, but there’s a sentimental note to it. He organizes a low-key celebration with just close friends, but there’s an intensity in his eyes when he hands you your gift, as if it means more than he’s letting on.

Nathan Bateman:

Nathan doesn’t do “emotional” birthdays. He gifts you something high-tech and experimental, probably something you don’t even know how to use. He teases you about it, but there’s a glimmer of affection in his sarcasm. He likes pushing your boundaries, so expect something intellectual or provocative as part of the celebration.

Jonathan Levy:

Jonathan is thoughtful but reserved. He plans a quiet dinner, just the two of you, and cooks your favorite meal. He’s not overly emotional, but the way he listens to you and the meaningful conversations you share show how much he values you. He might also offer a small, symbolic gift that reflects your relationship.

Duke Leto Atreides:

Leto is noble and composed, treating your birthday with the utmost respect. He gifts you something grand, perhaps a precious item from the royal house of Atreides or a rare artifact. The celebration is elegant, yet intimate, and he makes sure to convey how honored he is to have you by his side.

[whitestellar]

So, guys, the messiah-god-emperor fucked my planet but he kept me around as a artist, and he asked me to drawn his fursona…. anyway

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

For your bingo celebration can I request a pregnancy reveal with fem reader X Paul atreides where maybe after the movie reader and Paul have been trying for a baby and have been together for a while, so reader reveals by an outfit for his mother, and his mom saying I'm going to be the best grandmother, and Paul is shocked and is happy and maybe he proposes cause they've been together for ages and yeah maybe smut

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Paul Atreides x plus size reader

As the war between House Astreides and the other great houses plateau, Paul and his lover endeavour to continue their great line

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, mentions of the events of Dune part 2, reader is technically Paul’s concubine since they aren’t legally married, little bit of smut, breeding kink, some angst, vague mentions of struggling to conceive, Alia doesn’t exist WC: 1.5k

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The orange light of a sunrise over Arrakis was truly one of the most beautiful sights in the universe. The entire planet seemed to glow under the haze of sand and Spice and Y/N couldn’t be more grateful to witness this miracle of nature each morning from her bedroom in the palace. But what she loved more was the ways that the sun’s rays caressed the naked skin of her lover as he slept next to her.

Paul’s pale skin perfectly reflected the early morning light, highlighting the curve of toned muscle along his spine as well as the silvery lines of scars from the many battles he had won. His face was peaceful where it rested upon her breast, his arms wound tightly around her waist. It was not common that he indulged in the luxury of rest, especially now that he was Emperor and dealing with the other great houses as they attempted to usurp his rule.

Y/N valued these moments far more than her lover ever realised; the quiet of early morning and the weight of his body against her own was a treasure that she could not ever bear to part with. Paul shifted in his sleep, his grip on the young woman tightening. Gently, she brushed her thumb over the crease in his dark brows and his restlessness eased, if only for a moment. 

“Why are you awake so early?” Paul pressed his lips to the swell of her breast, a lazy imitation of the occurrences of the night before. Her fingers twisted into his unruly black curls as he slowly kissed his way up her soft torso until the young Emperor was settled between her legs.

“How could I sleep any longer when such a beautiful man is in the bed beside me? You are far better than any dream Muad'Dib.” He groaned, his long eyelashes fluttering.

“You are a seductress my love.” She laughed as he gripped her naked hips, his bright blue eyes darkened with lust. “Perhaps we should continue our endeavour of an heir.” 

“Perhaps we should, it is our duty.” Her hands trailed down the expanse of his back while he delicately lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. Already, she was dripping onto the sheets beneath them. Paul tutted, his fingers gathering the ambrosia of her body before he pressed them to her sensitive pearl at the apex of her thighs.

“Then we shouldn’t let this go to waste.” The words had barely passed his lips when he finally breached her, his cock reaching the deepest parts of her. Y/N gasped and clung to his back.

“Paul!” He smiled against the skin of her throat before gently nipping at the thin flesh.

“That’s my girl, giving me my heir.” The cacophony of their moans sang out over the dawn of a new day.

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The heat of the afternoon steadily crept its way into the walls of Arrakeen, soon it would be too great to bear and both women would retire to their own chambers to cool off. Though Jessica was far more used to the heat than her almost daughter-in-law. 

Y/N cringed as she took another sip of tea. She had hoped the bitter taste would have grown more pleasant if she let the brew cool but it still turned her stomach. Her nose crinkled as she placed it upon the side table that had been brought into the room for her while she tried on new dresses specially ordered for her new position.

Lady Jessica looked up from her own tea with a curious expression. “Are you feeling quite alright?” 

Y/N waved off the reverend mother. “I think I’m just exhausted. I don’t think I was built for being the Emperor’s consort, I’m not a bene gesserit.” Her laugh was light but Jessica’s gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes, so similar to Paul’s, looked through the younger woman.

After a moment, Jessica turned her head and gestured to one of the ladies in wait beside the doorway. She immediately rushed forward. “Would you retrieve my son, I believe he should wish to see this next dress.” As the girl scurried off, another approached Y/N with yet another pile of fabrics that would somehow create a grand dress. 

She held back a sigh at the sight; all she wished to do was to go back to her rooms for a cold bath and then a nap, hopefully with Paul next to her. But instead, she slipped behind the privacy curtain, her lady following behind her to assist. “I thought I had enough dresses Reverend Mother.”

The older woman chuckled this time, her mood now somehow lighter. “I believe that you shall be needing more soon enough.”

Y/N gulped as the air was forced from her lungs. The constricting fabric pulled tight around her plush stomach, clinging to her curves like a second skin. This was so unlike the others she had been fitted for today, all were beautiful of course but they were elegant, conservative as is befitting for a consort. But the light green that now adorned her frame was far from appropriate for her position. Her weighty breasts were held up and practically on display as the neck of the dress dipped down almost to the base of her sternum. 

She looked down at herself with curiosity, something about her was different but she couldn’t quite place it. “You look beautiful my lady.” The young girl assisting her spoke up.

“She always does.” A deeper voice rang through the room, immediately setting Y/N at ease. 

“How nice of you to join us Paul.” Jessica looked up at her son but he didn’t even spare her a glance, his blue eyes focused on the screen that hid his beloved away from his gaze. She knew how deeply he loved her but in moments such as these, she was reminded of how Leto had loved her and she could only hope that her son’s story had a happier ending.

“I was invited and I never deny any opportunity to see my love dressed up.” Heat crawled up Y/N’s cheeks though it did not come from the harsh sun over Dune. 

“Well, I don’t know about this one, I doubt it will be even remotely appropriate anywhere outside the bedroom.” She muttered.

Paul’s laugh sent her heart racing. “I certainly wouldn’t object to that.” Lady Jessica remained silent, a sly smile spreading across her tattooed cheeks. “Come on, let us see this dress then.” 

Y/N took as deep a breath as she could without popping out of the top and stepped out. Paul’s eyes flicked to her bust before quickly travelling down the length of her body. His lust for her was clear, but so was his adoration. She went to cross her arms over her stomach but Paul gently grabbed her elbows, keeping his view of her unobstructed. 

“Something is different about you.” His hands travelled to her hips, then, when he didn’t find anything amiss, to her stomach. He cradled her like a poor man would a precious jewel, she was priceless, she was everything. She followed his movements with her own hand and although her lower belly was more firm than she remembered it, nothing seemed to be wrong.

“I feel it too, but I cannot place it.” Her free hand grabbed at his thin waist as if to anchor herself to him. Silent tension filled the air like Spice. There were only so many possibilities and to Paul’s cautious mind, they were only bad.

“I must say that I’m quite excited to be a grandmother.” Jessica sipped her tea, hiding her keen smile behind the clay cup. The two lovers looked at her, then each other.

“It can’t be, we’ve tried for so long and we haven’t been successful.” Y/N cried out though she did not know what for. Her lover, though, remained silent. His palm spread over her womb as his expression hardened. “Paul?”

He pressed harder and then suddenly withdrew his hand completely, his eyes wide. “It’s true, you’re pregnant.” 

“I-I’m pregnant? Finally?” 

“We’re going to have a child, my love. Our child.” Her arms wound around his neck, desperate to be close to her lover despite the scandalous nature of their affections especially in front of his mother. Paul rested his forehead against her own, their faces so close now that she could feel his lashes fluttering against the swell of her cheek. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.”

“You can’t know everything Paul.” She teased but instead of his usual eye roll or grin, Paul cupped her belly once more and took a deep breath.

“Marry me. I cannot stand another moment not having you as my empress, my wife.” He pleaded and just for a moment, Y/N could see the boy before Muad'Dib, the one who had never experienced pain or loss, just blind hope for his future and his family.

“How could I ever refuse you, you’ve owned my heart since the very first moment you looked into my eyes.” His lips captured hers in a kiss so filled with joy that she could not stop herself from smiling.

Dune would have its empress, its heir but Paul would have his family and they would have him. And he knew that he would do anything to keep them safe, anything at all.

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[stressed-cryptid]

I'm looking for an smau post that's basically some of the jjk men texting your phone after your death as a way to cope. I can only really remember nanami and sukuna. I don't remember much of nanami's except for his saying he'll join us soon/try not to keep us waiting, and probably a mention of Malaysia? As for sukuna's I remember that he was suggested by uraume to try texting. He ends up saying some mean things out of hurt to which he texts thay uraume is telling him he shouldn't say things like that.

There were more than likely other characters but I can't remember them sadly. Very grateful for any help in finding this post 🙏🏼

Edit: "what could I have said to raise you from the dead?" By @/astreids

[borboletanandal]

Resenha: Duna vol 1 - Frank Herbert - audiobook

Conheça a história de Paul, mergulhe nesse universo incrível de uma lenda... Só toma cuidado com os criadores ou vermes da areia... #lido #leituraconcluída #resenha

Alerta de Spoiler / Cuidado com os Vermes da Areia Imagina um ambiente hostil e seco de um deserto, especiarias e a agua como riqueza, mudando de outro planeta com lendas sobre o Muad’Dib ou Lisan al-Gaib profecia de a voz do mundo exterior, essa história é de Paul Astreides, quando ouvi o audibook com o tempo que eu ouvia pensei em Hamlet, mas com um tema mais ficção cientifica, com segredos…

[portuguesedisaster]

These two are really cute.

Me: I don't like Dune.

Also me: Oh look, let's watch Dune.

[brujademente]

[dearestarmie]

Timothée Chalamet.

[dramaclubsandwich]

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET / ressource rpg / 400x640

[emma23]

The duke’s distraction:

Duke leto astreides x reader

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You’ve been sneaking glances at Duke Leto Atreides for weeks now. Every time you pass him in the grand halls of the palace on Caladan, your heart flutters a little faster. The way he commands a room with his presence alone, the way his dark eyes seem to see straight through to your soul—there’s no denying it. You’ve fallen hard for the man.

But what’s a simple aide like you supposed to do with feelings for someone like him? A Duke, a leader of one of the most powerful Houses in the universe, and a man burdened with the weight of an empire. You tell yourself it’s just a crush, something that will pass, but deep down, you know better. You’ve seen how he looks at you sometimes, with a softness in his gaze that makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he feels something too.

Today, you’re sitting in your small quarters, trying to distract yourself by talking to your friend Mara. She’s sprawled out on your bed, flipping through one of the old holo-books you keep stashed away, while you pace the room nervously.

“I just don’t know what to do,” you confess, finally stopping to lean against the wall. “It’s driving me crazy, Mara. I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Mara looks up, raising an eyebrow. “You mean Duke Leto?” she asks, a sly smile forming on her lips.

You blush, nodding. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not like I have a chance or anything, but he’s just… I don’t know. There’s something about him.”

Mara sits up, her interest piqued. “Have you actually talked to him? Like, really talked?”

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “A little. He’s always so busy, though. But when we do talk, it feels like he actually listens, you know? Like he cares about what I have to say.”

Mara grins, leaning back against the pillows. “Well, you’re in luck then, because I started talking to him today.”

You blink, taken aback. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” she says casually, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I was in the library this morning, and he came in. We got to talking about the political situation on Arrakis, and he was surprisingly easy to talk to. And, by the way, he is so much more handsome up close.”

You feel a pang of jealousy twist in your chest, though you try to push it down. Mara has always been more outgoing than you, more confident. It makes sense that she would catch Duke Leto’s attention. Still, the thought of her flirting with him stings more than you’d like to admit.

“Oh, that’s… great,” you say, forcing a smile. “What did you guys talk about?”

Mara doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort as she launches into a detailed recounting of their conversation. As she talks, your mind drifts, picturing Duke Leto sitting in the library, his deep voice discussing matters of state with that calm, authoritative tone you find so mesmerizing.

You can’t help but wonder what he thought of Mara, if he was as taken with her as she seems to be with him. And then, unbidden, another thought creeps in—what if he likes her? What if all those glances he’s given you were just a figment of your imagination, and he’s really interested in someone else?

“—so then he asked me if I’d like to join him for a tour of the estate tomorrow,” Mara finishes, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Can you believe it?”

Your heart sinks. A tour? With her? You try to keep your voice steady as you respond. “Wow, that sounds… amazing.”

Mara finally seems to catch on to your less-than-enthusiastic tone. She tilts her head, studying you with a curious expression. “Are you okay? You seem kind of… off.”

You hesitate, debating whether to tell her the truth. But this is Mara, your best friend. If you can’t be honest with her, who can you be honest with?

“It’s just… I kind of have a thing for him too,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mara’s eyes widen in surprise, then soften with understanding. “Oh,” she says, the excitement in her voice dimming a little. “I didn’t know... that it was this big. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s okay,” you quickly assure her, even though it’s not. “I mean, it’s not like I have any claim on him. You should go on the tour, have fun. Maybe he’ll like you.”

The words taste bitter as they leave your mouth, but you force yourself to say them. You’re not going to stand in the way of your friend’s happiness, even if it means giving up on something you never really had.

Mara reaches out and grabs your hand, squeezing it gently. “Hey, if it’s bothering you that much, I won’t go. We can forget this whole thing and—”

“No,” you cut her off, shaking your head. “I don’t want to be that person. If you like him, you should go. Who knows, maybe it’ll work out.”

She looks at you for a long moment, as if trying to gauge whether you’re really okay with this. Finally, she nods, though her smile is a little less bright than before. “Okay. But if it gets too weird, just let me know, alright?”

You nod, managing a weak smile. “Sure. Thanks, Mara.”

After she leaves, you collapse onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow. What a mess. You’ve fallen for the Duke, and now your best friend is flirting with him. And the worst part? You can’t even be mad at her, because it’s not like she knew.

But that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

The next day, you go about your duties as usual, trying to keep your mind off the fact that Mara is probably off somewhere with Duke Leto, touring the estate, sharing stories, maybe even laughing together. You can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about, whether he’s as charmed by her as you are.

But as much as you try to distract yourself, your thoughts keep drifting back to him. To the way his voice rumbles when he speaks, the way his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles, the way he always seems so composed, even in the face of overwhelming pressure.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice when someone enters the room until they clear their throat. You look up, startled, to see Duke Leto standing in the doorway.

Your heart skips a beat. “My Lord,” you stammer, quickly standing up and bowing. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He waves off your formalities with a slight smile. “There’s no need for that, Y/N. I was just looking for you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Me?”

He nods, stepping further into the room. “Yes. I wanted to speak with you.”

You feel your pulse quicken as he approaches, his presence filling the small space. He stops a few feet away from you, his gaze warm and steady. “I’ve noticed that you’ve seemed… preoccupied lately. Is everything alright?”

You blink, caught off guard by his concern. “Oh, I’m fine, my Lord,” you quickly assure him, though your voice lacks conviction. “Just a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he’s trying to see through your words. “If something is troubling you, you can tell me,” he says softly. “I value your well-being, Y/N”

His words send a rush of warmth through you, but they also stir up the turmoil you’ve been trying so hard to keep under control. You open your mouth to respond, but before you can say anything, he takes another step closer, his expression turning more serious.

“Is it about Mara?” he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

Your breath catches in your throat. “What?”

He sighs, his gaze never leaving yours. “She told me that you might have feelings for me. Is that true?”

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Mara told him? Why would she do that?

“I… I don’t know what she told you, my Lord,” you stammer, trying to find the right words. “But it’s not… I mean, yes, I do care about you, but I didn’t want to—”

He steps forward again, closing the distance between you, his expression intense. “I care about you too, Y/N. More than I should, perhaps.”

Your heart skips a beat as his words sink in. Did he just…?

“But I need you to be honest with me,” he continues, his voice low and urgent. “If you have feelings for me, you must tell me now. Because if you do, this changes everything.”

You stare up at him, your mind racing. This is it. The moment of truth. You can either tell him how you feel and risk everything, or you can lie and let Mara have him. The choice is yours.

“I do,” you finally whisper, barely able to meet his gaze. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, my Lord. But I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same.”

His expression softens, and he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch gentle. “You’ve been on my mind more than you know, Y/N” Duke Leto continued, his voice a soft rumble as he held your gaze, “but I wanted to be sure. I didn’t want to misinterpret your feelings or act on something that wasn’t mutual.”

You feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the intensity of his presence drawing you closer, pulling you in like a tide you can’t resist. The entire room seems to shrink around the two of you until it feels like there’s nothing else in the universe but this moment.

“I was worried you wouldn’t approve,” you murmur, still trying to grasp the reality of what’s happening. “I thought someone like you—someone so important, so focused on duty—would never…”

“Never what?” he asks softly, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “Allow myself to feel? To be distracted by something… or someone as meaningful as you?”

Your breath hitches, and you search his eyes for any sign of uncertainty, but all you see is sincerity, warmth, and something deeper—something that makes your heart pound in your chest.

“It’s not just a distraction, Y/N. It’s… it’s more than that,” Leto admits, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve tried to focus on my duties, on the responsibilities I carry for my people, for Paul, for our House. But every time I see you, it becomes harder and harder to ignore how much I want you—how much I care.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. All this time, you thought your feelings were one-sided, that he was simply being kind, as he always was with everyone. But now, here he is, confessing that he feels the same way—that he’s been struggling with the same emotions that have kept you up at night.

Your heart swells with a mix of relief and joy, and before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips to his.

For a moment, the world stops. The only thing that exists is the warmth of his mouth against yours, the way he immediately responds, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that takes your breath away. His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

When you finally pull back, you’re both breathing heavily, his forehead resting against yours as you try to gather your thoughts.

“Leto…” you whisper, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened.

“I’m here,” he murmurs back, his hand gently caressing your hair. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile at that, feeling a sense of peace and rightness that you haven’t felt in a long time. But before you can say anything else, he pulls you back in for another kiss, this one more urgent, more passionate, as if he’s trying to make up for all the time you’ve spent apart, all the moments you’ve wasted not being together.

His arms wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as he backs you up against the wall. You gasp softly into his mouth as the cool stone presses against your back, the contrast only heightening the heat between you.

Leto’s hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, before sliding down to grip your thighs. He pulls you even closer, deepening the kiss until you’re both lost in the sensation of each other, the world outside forgotten.

And then, as quickly as it began, he pulls back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

“We shouldn’t…” he starts to say, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“Don’t say that,” you plead, your hands fisting in the fabric of his tunic. “Don’t stop.”

His gaze flickers with something like conflict, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by a fierce determination. “I won’t,” he promises, his voice rough. “Not anymore.”

He crashes his lips to yours again, this time with a desperation that mirrors your own. You lose yourself in the kiss, in the feel of his body pressed against yours, in the knowledge that this man—the Duke of House Atreides—wants you just as much as you want him.

His hands find the hem of your tunic, pulling it up over your head in one swift motion, and before you can even register the cold air against your skin, he’s on you again, his lips trailing fire down your neck, across your collarbone.

You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continues his exploration, his hands and mouth leaving no inch of your skin untouched. When he finally lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, you feel like you’re burning from the inside out, consumed by the intensity of what’s happening between you.

He carries you over to the bed, laying you down with a gentleness that seems almost at odds with the fire in his eyes. But before you can pull him down to you, he stops, looking down at you with a gaze so full of adoration it makes your breath catch.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You meet his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you take in the sight of him—his broad shoulders, his chiseled jaw, the way his hair falls just slightly into his eyes. And you realize, with absolute certainty, that there’s nothing you want more.

“Yes,” you breathe, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With a low growl, he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he finally gives in to the desire that’s been simmering between you for weeks. And in that moment, as he pulls you closer, as your bodies move together in perfect harmony, you know that nothing will ever be the same again.

Later, as you lie in his arms, your head resting on his chest, you can’t help but smile to yourself. You never imagined that things would turn out this way, that the Duke you’d been secretly pining after would turn out to have feelings for you too. But here you are, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten for the moment.

Leto strokes your hair, his fingers moving in slow, soothing patterns as he gazes down at you with a soft smile.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the room.

You tilt your head up to look at him, your smile widening. “How lucky I am,” you admit, your voice full of warmth. “How lucky we are.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We are lucky, aren’t we?”

You nod, snuggling closer to him as you let out a contented sigh. “I don’t want this to end,” you whisper.

He tightens his hold on you, his expression turning serious. “It doesn’t have to,” he says firmly. “We’ll figure this out, Y/N. Whatever it takes.”

You believe him. In that moment, as you lie together in the quiet of the night, you believe that anything is possible—that you and Leto can make this work, despite all the challenges, despite the dangers that lie ahead.

Because now that you’ve found each other, you’re not going to let go.

The next morning, you wake up in Leto’s arms, the events of the previous night still fresh in your mind. The warmth of his body against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps, the way his hand is still wrapped around your waist—it all feels surreal, like a dream you’re afraid to wake up from.

But as the first rays of sunlight filter through the window, casting a soft glow over the room, you know that it’s not a dream. This is real. He is real. And you can’t help but smile as you gently shift in his arms, turning to look at him.

His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, he just stares at you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep.

“Good morning,” you reply, your heart swelling with affection as you reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

He catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before letting out a contented sigh. “Last night… was perfect,” he admits, his gaze softening as he looks at you.

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “It was,” you agree, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

But as you pull back, a sudden thought crosses your mind, and your smile falters slightly. “What about Mara?”

Leto’s expression shifts, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. “I spoke with her yesterday,” he says slowly. “She mentioned that you were worried about our conversation.”

You bite your lip, nodding. “I was. I didn’t want to stand in the way of whatever might have happened between you two.”

He shakes his head, his hand moving to cradle your cheek. “There’s nothing between us, Y/N. I made that clear to her. She’s a good person, but… my heart has always been with you.”

His words send a rush of relief through you, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I’m glad,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

“I don’t want anything to come between us,” he continues, his voice filled with sincerity. “I want you to know that you’re the only one I care about”

Leto's words hung in the air, a promise wrapped in warmth and tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. You could hardly believe that this was happening, that the man you'd admired from afar was now here with you, pledging his heart. It was as if all the stars had aligned, and every wrong choice you'd ever made led you to this perfect moment.

You looked into his eyes, your voice soft with emotion. "I believe you, Leto. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I don’t want to lose it. I don’t want to lose you."

His gaze softened, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. "You won’t," he assured you. "Not as long as I have a say in it."

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, your heart swelling with the certainty that this was where you were meant to be—right here, in this moment, with him.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Leto’s hands slide down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The world outside faded away once more, leaving just the two of you wrapped in each other’s embrace, the connection between you growing stronger with every passing second.

But as much as you wanted to stay lost in this moment forever, the reality of the world outside began to intrude. You knew you couldn’t stay in this bubble forever—there were responsibilities to return to, decisions to be made. And then there was Mara, and whatever awkwardness might await when you saw her again.

Reluctantly, you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against Leto’s. "What do we do now?" you asked, your voice a whisper in the quiet room.

Leto sighed, his breath warm against your skin. "We take it one step at a time," he replied. "We’ll keep this between us for now—at least until we figure out how to navigate everything else. But I want to be with you, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything or anyone come between us."

His words gave you the reassurance you needed, and you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Okay," you agreed. "One step at a time."

With that, Leto pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before reluctantly getting up from the bed. You watched as he began to dress, the reality of the day settling in around you both.

You followed suit, quickly pulling on your clothes, the comfort of the moment giving way to the awareness of what lay ahead. But even as you prepared to face the day, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. Whatever challenges awaited, you would face them together.

As you finished dressing, Leto crossed the room to you, taking your hands in his. "Tonight," he said softly, his eyes holding yours, "we’ll meet here again. And we’ll figure out where to go from here."

You nodded, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending another night with him. "I’ll be here," you promised.

He leaned in, kissing you one last time before stepping back, a soft smile on his lips. "I’ll see you later, then."

With that, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You stood there for a moment, the events of the morning replaying in your mind, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.

But as you made your way back to your quarters, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. Despite all the uncertainties, you knew one thing for sure: Duke Leto Atreides cared for you, and you for him. And in a world as dangerous and uncertain as Arrakis, that was something worth holding onto.

The day passed in a blur. You went about your duties, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to the morning, to the feel of Leto’s hands on your skin, the sound of his voice as he promised you a future together.

You caught glimpses of him throughout the day—during meetings, in the corridors—but you both kept your distance, exchanging only brief, meaningful glances that sent your heart racing.

When evening finally came, you found yourself counting down the minutes until you could slip away and meet him again. The anticipation built steadily until you could hardly stand it. Finally, when the time came, you made your way back to the room where you’d spent the night, your heart pounding with excitement and a touch of nervousness.

You opened the door slowly, stepping inside and closing it softly behind you. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. Leto was already there, waiting for you, his expression unreadable as he stood by the window, looking out over the desert landscape of Arrakis.

He turned as you entered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I was starting to wonder if you’d changed your mind,” he said lightly, though his eyes held a hint of something deeper—relief, maybe, or perhaps a trace of that same nervousness you were feeling.

“I’d never change my mind about you,” you replied, crossing the room to stand beside him. “But I admit, I was nervous. There’s so much we don’t know… so much we can’t control.”

Leto nodded, his expression turning serious. “I know. And I wish I could promise you that everything will be alright, that we’ll find a way to make this work without any consequences. But the truth is… we’re treading in dangerous waters, Y/N.”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you. “I know,” you said softly. “But I’m willing to take that risk. For you. For us.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. “You’re braver than I deserve,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But I won’t let you face this alone.”

You squeezed his hand, a small smile playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t want to face it with anyone else.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the weight of your decisions settling around you. But even in the face of the unknown, there was a sense of rightness, of inevitability, as if this—whatever it was between you and Leto—was meant to be.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and filled with determination. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. And we’ll do everything in our power to protect what we have.”

You nodded, feeling a surge of hope and resolve. “Together.”

Leto leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. You melted into him, the steady beat of his heart reassuring you that, despite everything, you weren’t alone.

And as the night stretched on, with the stars of Arrakis glittering above, you and Leto held onto each other, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring. Together.

[softdinkestis]

the dune movie is masterpiece, i can’t recover from it

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Our Legacy🕸R

As the war between House Astreides and the other great houses plateau, Paul and his lover endeavour to continue their great line. Female reader

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When the sand is still and the sun has set, you reflect on what has become of your life but there is someone unexpected who wishes to show you how valued you truly are. Female reader

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Duna é considerada a obra de ficção científica mais importante da literatura mundial. Escrito em 1965, ele foi um marco e influenciou a forma de contar histórias. Antes de começar a escrever esse texto, tenho que deixar duas observações: Nunca nem tinha ouvido falar de Duna se não fosse o filme de Denis Villeneuve.Eu li cheia de expectativas que ia ler uma obra de arte. Dito isso: Vamos…

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ooo oo also duke leto atreides from dune (2021)

I wasn't sure if you meant lesbian transman or transmasc per you last ask so I did both :)

Duke Leto Astreides from Dune is a lesbian transmasc/transman!

[darrowsrising]

Hello. What's your take on the nascent religions on the series? around Eo and Darrow? Is first mentioned on IG, and when Romulus says the are fighting a religion whose god still lives. Then in DA, Dancer pretty much says the rising have been winning because the soldiers go suicidal mad and he joined the senate to counterweight the reaper. Then there is the Lysander cult for we have no information. And finally Ragnar's, he is already a god.

I do have opinions on them, but they are not objective, except for one - it was a given that this will happen. Darrow is the most god-like figure in the series and he is alive. Of course people will rally behind him and even make cults for him. It's a good thing that he is how he is and his worshippers can tell how not to push the lines.

I heard Paul Astreides, the hero of Dune, gets his own cult at some point and he is so remote from his people that they start doing shit in his name that he never would condone.

Darrow feels remote, but he would never ever allow or give his cult the opportunity to be arseholes in his name. It also helps that they fear the repercussions - Reaper goes through you, but the Goblin stays for seven courses.

Reaper being alive to say what goes and what doesn't is way better - like civil war, he refused it, although he knew that the people who side with him will go to ajy lengths for him, and they stood put, at most they manifested themselves pro Reaper, but peacefully.

I say it is way better, because if you look at Eo's cult, that's a religion that went out of line. She would indeed side with the Vox Populi, but as we all realised (some sooner than later), the Vox was wrong. Not in their demands (it's normal to want better rights for workers, to demand better in general), but in the way they went about it and the core philosophy they had - that Red should be on top and everyone else after them - basically a reserve pyramid, same opression, other opressors. I think, though, that even she would have been horrified at the crimes commited in her name - they executed innocents at her obelisk. If she were alive, she too would have been killed and martyrized for a madman's ambitions just like Dancer was.

Now to more subjective opinions -

Darrow is right that the Vox dragged her corpse in the Senate and dangled it around to make a point. Wrong points. Even though she would be on her side if she were alive, she is a symbol for hope, power against adversity, for everyone. Not for politicians to use her as an argument everytime they cook up some shitty idea. Yes, the peace was bullshit, some got that sooner rathen than later, but at least there is a consensus now, or it should be.

I think that Darrow's cult is presented in a more positive light - see the end of Dark Age, although there are also bits of Martians rallying behind Reaper no matter what through out teh book itself.

Although Dancer thinks himself some polar opposite to Reaper, I disagree that having soldiers going Blood Red in Darrow's name is something not normal. Because it's about the circumstances, they don't do that unless they are in an unescapable situation. And to say that the Rising has been winning because of that...well, if the Senate would really care about the soldiers so much, they wouldn't have abandoned them on Mercury to Atalantia's Iron Rains. And then go 'we have to cut the loose'. Dancer eventually came around, but he was still a shithead about it. He is the last person that I want to hear preaches on balance from.

No one goes Blood Red, unless they are truly in a situation that is without escape. Blood Red is someone's last stand against the enemy, they will fight with all their might. They will die and take as many motherfuckers with them as possible. Darrow is the only one I know that goes Blood Red and doesn't die. Why? Well, Darrow says that he goes Blood Red, but Lysander finds out what that means from other people.

Darrow always fights with all his might, he always fights like he will die if he doesn't kill the rest first. Because that's the truth. And he has the stamina and the skills to mantain that.

The reason why I disagree with Dancer is because Dancer intentionally created strife, because he thought the soldiers worship Reaper too much. Strife isn't the solution. It's the problem - that strife ended up with the Free Legions in pieces.

The reason why the soldiers are so ready to die, to sacrifice everything as long as there are less enemies and Reaper alive after they die, the reason why they would shank Harnassus in a heartbeat if he even thinks of messing with Darrow is because as far as they are concerned, Darrow cares about them just as much.

Darrow proved that he loves his soldiers more than any idiotic Senator ever could. And he proves that over and over again. The Senete abandoned them, sacrificed them, couldn't care less about them, they are a statistic as far as they are concerned. Darrow, destitute or not, came for them, fought for them. He is not a real god, not in the slightest. He can't just magically save them, he can't protect them, he can't stop the pain, heal the injured, revive the dead. But he loves them. And that's worth it for them. He is worth following to the fields of the Vale. And in this never-ending nightmare of dispair that is war - that matters the most. He brings them the hope and love that they need to endure everything.

That is why the soldiers go suicidal, but it's not on Darrow's orders at all. He is not Harmony.

Dancer thinks he brings balance, that he balances out Darrow's influence. And yes, Darrow SHOULD be questioned. But the soldiers' love for Darrow isn't the same like some actual cults that Darrow has. The soldiers choose to go Blood Red, they aren't brainwashed. Let's make a line in the sand - people who actively worship Reaper aren't the same as his own soldiers.

If anyone can see that Reaper is just flesh and blood, it's his soldiers. They see how human he is and how much he pushes his limits so often, they are surely used to it. And they still choose to do everything for him, not because he is some actual god. But because of the hope he gives them.

Virginia is right, the value of a man is the hope he gives his friends. So that is why I think that Dancer's way around 'the Reaper problem' was more damaging than solving. Because, yes, the people should question Darrow and Virginia, but not hate them. And Dancer specifically let his people call even Pax an abomination. That only created strife and mistrust that wasn't necessary. The Vox reacted how they reacted at the Day of the Red Doves, not because of the heat of the moment, they were boiling for years and Dancer lit the fire exactly like the actual abomination wanted.

A balance was needed, because creating a precedent with the position of ArchImperator is dangerous. Dancer was scared that Darrow would start civil war or that he will bend the Republic to his will or that the armies will rally always behind his every whim. First of all, not every soldier is like that - half the Free Legions bailed when the Senate said bail. Secondly, creating precedent is one, but no one would follow Zan like they do Darrow. And lastly, Darrow is Darrow, he never wanted power, he wanted a quiet life where no one will jump from the sky to massacrate his family - and to deny that, is delusion. That last sentence is not subjective, it's truth. Dancer should have found another way - being the fatherly figure while slandering your 'son' as if he is a momster now, wanting to cut off the Free Legions, but NEVER admitting your own fault in this matter, letting your people call an innocent child an abomination and acting behind close doors like that never happened and making an offensive campaign that benefitted nobody in the long run - was just not ok.

Ragnar's cult was, in my opinion, also promoted by the Howlers and their inside jokes. I think, though, that he is more popular among Obsisians and those he has helped and befriended in Tinos and their relatives/offsprings. People aren't that open to Obsidians even 10 years after his death, so it's not surprising that the Prince of the Spires isn't more popular. At least it doesn't feel so when I am reading. It feels like the people who have bias against Obsidians are just glad Ragnar is dead, because he sounds like a monster to them.

I heard a lot of 'Ragnar wouldn't have followed Darrow'. Maybe not on Venus, but he would have gone to Mercury for sure, no questions asked, he wouldn't abandon his friends! If only to manage to get them out of there, he would have done everything in his power.

So that is what I think about the whole matter.

Howl on!