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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.

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emma23 · 1 month ago

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Desert heat:

Duke Leto astreides x reader

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It was the scorching midday on Arrakis, and the palace was abuzz with preparations for another meeting. House Atreides was barely settling in, trying to handle the political mess that came with managing the planet, and you? Well, you were barely handling him—Duke Leto Atreides.

The man was infuriating. Calm, stoic, always watching you with that piercing gaze of his, like he knew something you didn’t. Worse, you couldn’t stand the way he seemed so… perfect. You hated perfect. You made bad decisions and lived with them. It was your thing. Why couldn’t he be a little flawed? It would make everything easier.

As the newly appointed liaison for the Fremen, your job was to help establish some kind of trust between the desert-dwellers and House Atreides. But working closely with Leto meant constant tension. Not the good kind of tension—the "this man is driving me up the wall" kind.

You found yourself, once again, pacing back and forth in front of his office. The thick desert heat seeped into every corner of the stone palace, but that was nothing compared to the burning irritation inside you.

“I can’t do this,” you muttered under your breath. “I can’t keep staring at him like some… some—ugh!”

You had been stuck in this “professional relationship” for months now, full of polite exchanges, subtle insults, and long, silent stares. Slow burn? This was the driest burn in the history of slow burns. And nothing was happening. Nothing.

A door opened, and Leto himself stepped out of his office, his regal posture making you want to scream.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, his voice deep and steady, laced with that annoying charm. “I was wondering if you were planning to continue pacing outside all day.”

Your jaw clenched. Of course, he noticed. “I wasn’t pacing.”

“Really? Looked like pacing.”

“Really, I wasn’t.”

His lips twitched slightly, like he was trying not to smile, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. This was not the time for banter.

“Are you coming in or not?” he asked, stepping aside and motioning toward the doorway.

You sighed and strode past him, ignoring the way your skin prickled when you brushed by him. Leto’s office was, unsurprisingly, neat and organized—just like him. Everything in its place. Unlike your thoughts, which were currently a jumbled mess.

He closed the door behind you and gestured toward a chair, but you stayed standing, arms crossed.

“So,” he said, moving to stand in front of his desk, “what’s on your mind?”

“Why do you always do that?” you blurted out, the words slipping before you could stop them.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Do what?”

“That,” you gestured vaguely in his direction. “Be so… calm. Collected. Like nothing ever rattles you.”

Leto’s expression softened, and he tilted his head slightly. “You think nothing rattles me?”

“Well, does it?” you challenged, narrowing your eyes.

His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink. His gaze was intense, searching, like he was peeling away layers you didn’t even know you had.

“I am rattled more often than you think,” he said quietly, taking a step closer.

Your breath hitched. This wasn’t the direction you were expecting the conversation to go. You quickly diverted.

“I don’t buy it,” you said, attempting to sound nonchalant. “You walk around like some stoic warrior-prince. You’ve probably never made a bad decision in your life.”

Leto chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich. “You clearly don’t know me very well.”

Your heart did an annoying little flip. Stop that, you scolded yourself internally. You were supposed to be irritated with him, not—whatever this was.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms tighter. “Tell me about one bad decision you’ve made.”

Leto’s eyes darkened slightly as he regarded you. “There have been many,” he said, his voice suddenly heavier. “But one stands out.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious despite yourself. “Oh?”

He took another step closer, the distance between you shrinking rapidly. “Not telling you sooner.”

Your mind went blank. Wait, what? Did he just—?

“I’ve been… careful,” he continued, his voice low and serious, “because I thought that’s what was needed. But now, I’m not so sure.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “Leto…”

“I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, his eyes holding yours captive, “wondering what it would take for you to see me. Not as Duke Leto, but as a man.”

Heat flushed your cheeks. This cannot be happening. The man who had irritated you to no end for months was now staring at you like he’d been waiting for this moment the entire time. And suddenly, you realized just how close he was.

“You didn’t think to mention this earlier?” you asked, voice trembling slightly.

He smirked. “Like you said, I’m calm. Collected.”

You blinked up at him, incredulous. “You’re impossible.”

He moved closer, now just inches from you, and the air between you crackled with unspoken tension. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin. “But I’m not impossible to love.”

The words sent a shockwave through you, and before you could respond, his lips were on yours—firm, warm, and utterly consuming. It was like the months of pent-up tension between you finally ignited in one perfect, burning moment.

You kissed him back, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, and for once, you didn’t care about making the wrong decision. This felt right. You deepened the kiss, letting the heat of the moment take over, and before you knew it, you were backed up against his desk.

Leto broke the kiss just long enough to search your eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse with restraint.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you whispered.

And then there was no going back. His hands moved to your waist, lifting you onto the desk as his mouth claimed yours again with renewed intensity. Every touch, every kiss felt like the culmination of months of slow-burn torture, finally reaching its boiling point.

Clothes were discarded hastily, the urgency between you growing with every second. Leto’s hands roamed your body with a mix of reverence and hunger, and when he finally entered you, it felt like the world around you melted away.

Time ceased to exist as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, his whispered name on your lips, your hands tangled in his hair. Every movement, every breath was electric, drawing you deeper into each other until you were both left breathless, clinging to the remnants of the passion that had built for so long.

Afterward, you lay tangled together on the floor, the cool stone against your heated skin. Leto’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Finally, you broke the silence. “So… this was about 95% slow burn and 5% sudden explosion, huh?”

Leto chuckled, pulling you closer. “I’d say it was worth the wait.”

You grinned, resting your head on his chest. “Yeah, I suppose it was.”

He kissed the top of your head, and you sighed contentedly, feeling more at peace than you had in months.

And just as you were drifting into a comfortable silence, you couldn’t resist adding, “You know, if you’d kissed me months ago, we could’ve saved ourselves a lot of time.”

Leto laughed softly. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

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emma23 · 2 months ago

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Desert roses and sandstorms:

Duke Leto astreides x reader

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The vast expanse of the desert stretched endlessly before you, golden sands shimmering in the unforgiving light of Arrakis' twin suns. The heat was suffocating, even within the cool confines of the palace. You found yourself staring out of the window, watching as the wind picked up, swirling the sand into a stormy dance. It reminded you of your own life—caught in a whirlwind, spinning out of control, with no way to break free.

You were a political pawn, a marriage arranged for the sake of alliances and the stability of power. Duke Leto Atreides, the man who was now your husband, was everything one might desire in a leader: noble, wise, and respected by all. But he was not the one your heart longed for.

No, that place was held by another—a love you could never speak of, a secret that weighed heavily on your soul. And yet, despite your longing, here you were, bound to Duke Leto by duty and obligation, forced to navigate a life you never chose.

A knock on the door pulled you from your reverie. You turned to see Duke Leto entering the room, his presence commanding, yet tempered with a certain gentleness that set him apart from other rulers you had known. His dark eyes met yours, and for a moment, you wondered if he could see the turmoil behind your gaze.

"My lady," he greeted, his voice deep and resonant, carrying with it the weight of both his station and his sincerity. "I hope I’m not intruding."

You offered him a small, polite smile, the kind you had perfected over the months. "Not at all, Duke Leto. I was just… admiring the view."

He glanced out the window, his brow furrowing slightly as he observed the sandstorm gathering strength in the distance. "It’s a harsh beauty, this planet. Not unlike the challenges we face."

"Indeed," you murmured, turning your attention back to the swirling sands.

For a few moments, there was silence between you—an all too common occurrence in your marriage. Though Leto was kind and considerate, there was always a certain distance, a formality that neither of you could seem to break through. Perhaps it was the nature of arranged marriages, or perhaps it was something deeper—an understanding that you were both playing roles, bound by duty more than affection.

"You’ve been quiet lately," Leto observed, his voice gentle but probing. "Is there something on your mind?"

You hesitated, your mind racing to come up with a suitable response. How could you tell him that your heart belonged to another? That every time he looked at you with those earnest eyes, you felt like a fraud?

"I’ve just been… adjusting," you finally said, avoiding his gaze. "Arrakis is so different from what I’m used to."

"It is," he agreed, moving closer, though maintaining a respectful distance. "But I want you to know that you’re not alone in this. If there’s anything troubling you, you can talk to me."

His sincerity was disarming, and for a moment, you were tempted to tell him everything. But that would be a betrayal—of both Leto and the person you truly loved. So instead, you offered another polite smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"Thank you, Leto. I appreciate that."

He seemed to study you for a moment, as if searching for something beneath the surface. But whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it, and he nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"I’ve arranged for a gathering tonight," he said, changing the subject. "A chance for you to meet some of the Fremen leaders. They’re a proud and noble people, and I think you’ll find their culture fascinating."

You nodded, though your heart wasn’t in it. "Of course. I look forward to it."

He smiled, a genuine expression that softened his features, making him look younger, almost boyish. "Good. I’ll see you there, then."

With that, he turned and left, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, your shoulders sagging under the weight of your secrets.

The evening arrived more quickly than you had anticipated. Dressed in the finest garments provided by the House of Atreides, you made your way to the grand hall where the gathering was being held. The palace was filled with the sound of conversation, the murmur of voices blending with the occasional laugh or exclamation.

As you entered the hall, all eyes turned to you. You forced a smile, offering polite nods as you made your way to Leto’s side. He was deep in conversation with a group of Fremen leaders, his expression serious but respectful. When he saw you, he excused himself and met you halfway.

"You look lovely," he said, his eyes warm with approval.

"Thank you," you replied, though the compliment did little to ease the tension coiling in your chest.

Leto introduced you to the Fremen leaders, and you did your best to engage in the conversation, asking questions about their customs and traditions. They were an intriguing people, with a rich culture that was deeply tied to the desert that surrounded them. But as fascinating as it all was, you found your thoughts drifting, your mind wandering back to the person you truly wished was by your side.

At some point during the evening, Leto excused himself to speak with another guest, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You took a sip of your drink, trying to maintain your composure as you scanned the room.

It was then that you felt a presence behind you, and you turned to see a familiar figure—a tall, broad-shouldered man with striking features and a smile that made your heart skip a beat. Your real lover, the one you had been forced to leave behind when your marriage to Leto was arranged.

"Fancy seeing you here," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You felt a rush of emotions—joy at seeing him again, guilt for the situation you were in, and a longing so intense it was almost painful. "What are you doing here?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I’m here on business," he replied, though the look in his eyes told you that you were the real reason. "I had to see you."

"You shouldn’t be here," you said, though your heart wasn’t in the words. "It’s too dangerous."

"Dangerous?" he echoed, his smile widening. "You know I’ve never been one to shy away from danger."

You couldn’t help but smile back, though it was tinged with sadness. "It’s different now. I’m married."

"To a man you don’t love," he pointed out, his gaze piercing. "You don’t belong here."

"And where do I belong?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"With me," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You know that."

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the truth of his words. But you couldn’t deny the pull you felt toward him, the way your heart ached to be with him, even as your mind screamed that it was impossible.

"I can’t," you said, your voice trembling. "I have responsibilities now, duties I can’t just walk away from."

"You’re not happy here," he insisted, stepping closer. "You’re wasting away in this desert, pretending to be something you’re not."

"And what would you have me do?" you asked, your voice rising slightly. "Run away with you, abandon everything I’ve been given?"

"Yes," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "Run away with me. We can go anywhere, be anything we want."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the passion there, the longing that mirrored your own. And for a moment, you were tempted. The thought of leaving it all behind, of being free to love who you wanted, was intoxicating.

But then you thought of Leto—of his kindness, his honor, the way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve to be betrayed by the person he had vowed to protect.

"I can’t," you said again, more firmly this time. "I won’t."

Your lover’s expression faltered, and for a moment, you thought he might argue. But then he nodded, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I understand," he said, though his voice was tinged with disappointment. "But know this—I’ll always be waiting for you, whenever you’re ready."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart torn in two.

Later that night, after the guests had left and the palace had quieted down, you found yourself standing on the balcony, staring out at the desert once more. The sandstorm had passed, leaving the dunes smooth and undisturbed, like a blank canvas waiting to be filled.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Leto approaching, his expression soft and tired. "It was a good evening," he said, coming to stand beside you. "The Fremen leaders seemed pleased."

You nodded, though your thoughts were elsewhere. "Yes, they did."

Leto was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Then he turned to you, his eyes searching your face. "You’ve been distant," he said quietly. "I know this isn’t easy for you."

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. "It’s… an adjustment," you said, the words feeling inadequate.

"I know," he said, his voice gentle. "And I don’t expect you to love me—not in the way you should have been able to love. I was never under any illusions about what this marriage was."

The confession hung between you like a weight, heavier than the stillness of the desert night. You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. This was a man who bore the burdens of an entire House, a man who had willingly accepted a life of sacrifice. And yet, even in his nobility, there was a profound loneliness—one that mirrored your own.

"Leto…" you began, unsure of how to address the sudden rawness in the moment. How could you explain that it wasn’t about him, that it was never about him? It was about you, and the life you had been forced to leave behind, the love that still lingered in the recesses of your heart.

He turned to you fully then, reaching out to gently take your hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding. "I know you had a life before this—someone you cared for deeply," he said, his words filled with an understanding that caught you off guard. "And I won’t pretend that I can replace that. But I want you to know that I’m here, for whatever you need. Whether it’s as a friend, a partner in duty, or…" He hesitated, searching your face as if trying to gauge your reaction. "Or more."

The sincerity in his voice stirred something in you, something you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t passion—at least, not the kind of wild, untamed passion you had once known. But it was something steady, something solid, like a rock in the shifting sands. It was the kind of love that could grow, if given the chance.

You squeezed his hand gently, offering him a soft smile. "I never wanted to hurt you, Leto. You’ve been nothing but kind and honorable. It’s just… complicated."

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I know. And I’m not asking for anything you’re not ready to give. But if you ever find that you can… I’ll be here."

The words settled over you like a blanket, warm and comforting, and you found yourself leaning into the moment, letting the quiet intimacy of it soothe the ache in your chest. For a long time, neither of you spoke, simply standing together, watching as the night settled over Arrakis.

Eventually, Leto broke the silence, his voice tinged with a hint of hope. "It’s late. We should get some rest. Tomorrow brings new challenges, as always."

You nodded, allowing him to lead you back inside. But before you reached the door, you stopped, turning to face him once more.

"Leto," you said, your voice soft but firm. "I’m willing to try. To give this—us—a real chance. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that I respect you. And maybe, in time…"

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, and you saw the flicker of something—hope, perhaps?—in his gaze. "That’s all I could ever ask for," he said gently, his hand brushing your cheek in a gesture so tender it made your heart ache.

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. Maybe it wasn’t the love you had dreamed of, but it was something real, something that could grow into something beautiful in its own way.

Together, you made your way to the chambers you shared as husband and wife. The air between you was charged with a new kind of anticipation, one that was less about duty and more about choice.

That night, as you lay beside Leto, the weight of your decision settled over you like the warm sands outside. You weren’t sure what the future would bring, or if you could ever truly let go of the love you had left behind. But for the first time since your marriage, you felt a sense of peace, a quiet resolve to give this new life a chance.

As Leto’s breathing slowed beside you, you reached out, your hand finding his in the darkness. He responded in kind, his fingers curling around yours, a silent promise of whatever was to come.

And as you drifted off to sleep, the distant echoes of the desert winds seemed to whisper of new beginnings, of possibilities yet unexplored, and of a love that, while different, might still be worth holding onto.

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emma23 · 1 month ago

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Small sparks, big trouble:

Duke Leto astreides x reader

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Arrakis was no place for a mistake. But then again, Y/N was someone who had a talent for making the wrong choice at the worst possible moment. She leaned back against the cool stone wall of the palace, trying not to fidget as she waited for Duke Leto Atreides to finish up his meeting. The air smelled of spice, and there was a tension in the atmosphere that wasn’t just from the political turmoil of Arrakis—she could feel the weight of her own blunder pressing down on her.

Y/N’s fingers itched as she replayed the events from earlier in the day, every small mistake now appearing magnified in her mind. All she had to do was plant a small diversion, something to distract the guards so she could slip out and follow one of the Fremen emissaries. But, in typical Y/N fashion, the minor explosion she’d set off had triggered a far bigger mess than intended. And somehow, in all the confusion, Duke Leto had been blamed.

She winced. It wasn't like she wanted him to take the fall. But the Duke had looked so stoic when the guards mentioned the "attempted sabotage," that she didn’t even have the courage to correct them on the spot.

The door to the meeting hall creaked open, and out came Duke Leto, his dark gaze finding hers immediately. His stride was purposeful, his robes flowing around him with a grace that always made her stomach flip.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low but steady. “A word?”

She swallowed, the guilt piling up in her throat. "Duke Leto," she began, following him down the corridor. She could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands were knotted behind his back.

They entered a small chamber, secluded enough for private conversation. Leto shut the door behind them, turning to face her. His eyes were filled with a mix of sternness and...something softer. "Care to explain why I’m the one being questioned about a rather...lackluster explosion in the north wing?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I...I was trying to follow the Fremen without being noticed. I thought a small explosion would distract the guards, but—"

Leto raised a brow, cutting her off. "Small explosion?"

"It wasn't supposed to be big!" she blurted out, throwing her hands up defensively. "Just a little spark! But then, well, I might have miscalculated." She cringed. "And they sort of...thought you did it."

Leto crossed his arms, his beard twitching as if he were trying to suppress a smile. “They thought I did it?”

She bit her lip. “Yeah...about that. I didn’t correct them right away. It all happened so fast, and I—”

Leto exhaled a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “I could have forgiven you if it was a proper explosion. One that made a statement. But the fact that it was such a minor inconvenience? That’s the embarrassing part.”

Y/N blinked, processing his words. “Wait...so you’re not mad I framed you? You’re mad that it was...too small?”

“I’ve got a reputation to uphold, Y/N,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “If I’m going to be framed for something, it better be something impressive. Not some sad little bang that barely singed the curtains.”

Despite herself, Y/N snorted, the tension leaving her shoulders. “You’re upset about the size of the explosion?”

Leto stepped closer, towering over her but with warmth in his eyes. “If I’m to be accused, it should be for something grand. Not something...pitiful.”

Their gazes met, and she couldn’t help but chuckle. "I'll be sure to do better next time." She teased, though her heart pounded at his proximity. The heat between them was unmistakable now, simmering just under the surface.

“Next time?” he murmured, stepping closer until there was hardly any space between them. His hand reached up, fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. “I’m not sure I’ll survive another of your ‘small’ incidents.”

Her breath hitched as his thumb traced along her jaw, tilting her face up towards him. The intensity in his gaze was unmistakable. “Maybe you will,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Before she could think of a clever comeback, his lips were on hers—firm, yet soft, with an urgency that took her breath away. Her hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his robes. She deepened the kiss, feeling the tension from earlier melt away.

But then, he grunted into her mouth.

Y/N froze, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Am I hurting you?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Leto’s hand knotted in her hair, pulling her back to him with a smirk. “Only if you stop,” he murmured before capturing her lips again.

The kiss grew more fervent, and she could feel his grip tighten as he drew her closer, as though trying to make up for all the misunderstandings of the day. Y/N’s heart raced, every touch sending sparks down her spine.

They pulled apart again, breathless, foreheads resting against each other. “You’re impossible,” she murmured.

“I could say the same about you,” Leto replied, a grin spreading across his face. “Next time, though...maybe just warn me before you blow something up?”

Y/N laughed, leaning in for another kiss, feeling the lightness between them. “Deal.”

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other, she couldn’t help but quip, “So...was it embarrassing enough for you?”

Leto groaned, shaking his head with a chuckle. “You have no idea.”

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emma23 · 3 days ago

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Masterlist duke Leto astreides:

Fluff: 🥰/ Romance: 🌹/ Angst: 😔/ Hurt: 💔/ Confort: 🤗/ Smut: 🔥/ Magic: 💫/ Dark: 🖤/ Mystery :🕵🏻‍♂️

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- Beneath the sand of arrakis 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/758724863366234112/beneath-the-sands-of-arrakis

- Desert heart 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760793225593307136/desert-hearts

- Desert heart and sandstorm 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/764058446025916416/desert-roses-and-sandstorms

- Small sparks big trouble 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/764240238845591552/small-sparks-big-trouble

- Desert heat 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/764884589979353088/desert-heat

- The duke distraction 🌹🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/766497135377154049/the-dukes-distraction

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emma23 · 1 month ago

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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.

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emma23 · 4 months ago

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Masterlist:

This masterlist will be about Oscar Isaac characters. I will maybe do some Pedro pascal characters too but it will be mainly about Oscar Isaac.

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U can know tips if u like my fics. Those will help me paying my school. Thanks all 💕

Link: https://ko-fi.com/settings?tab=profile

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The most recent fic:

26/11: caught in the act 🔥 (blue jones x reader) https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/768211911973224448/caught-in-the-act

25/11: the weaving commandments 🥰🌹 (moon knight boys x reader) https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/768137038860009472/the-cravings-commandments

24/11: a devil in disguise 🔥 (blue jones x reader) https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/768049682445484032/a-devil-in-disguise

24/11: unexpected confort 🥰 (steven grant x reader) https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/768028826376847360/unexpected-confort

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Fluff: 🥰

Romance: 🌹

Angst: 😔

Hurt: 💔

Confort: 🤗

Smut: 🔥

Magic: 💫

Dark: 🖤

Mystery: 🕵🏻‍♂️

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Oscar Isaac character:

Headcanon:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/765970659560062976/headcanon

Masterlist Poe dameron:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761786403721986048/poe-dameron

Masterlist Steven grant:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761787581317971968/masterlist-steven-grant

Masterlist Jonathan Levy:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761788489917399040/masterlist-jonathan-levy

Masterlist Nathan Bateman:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/762126802987745280/masterlist-nathan-bateman

Masterlist santiago Garcia:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/763516047276015616/masterlist-santiago-garcia

Masterlist marc Spector:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/765970006158835712/masterlist-marc-spector

Masterlist Jake Lockley:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/766786069372026880/masterlist-jake-lockley

Masterlist Llewyn Davis:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/767952339066929152/masterlist-llewyn-davis

Masterlist duke Leto astreides:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/767952820673642496/masterlist-duke-leto-astreides

Masterlist Blue jones:

https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/768212198226067456/masterlist-blue-jones

Miguel o’hara:

Dark Miguel 🖤: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/722578137883508736/darkmiguel-x-yn

Maybe the tests aren't quite right 🤗: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/723289315296362496/maybe-the-tests-arent-quite-right

It’s just a dare 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/723294063650127872/its-just-a-dare

Boss Miguel 🖤: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/725999659717459968/miguelboss-x-yn

Caught in the web of love 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/759801616159358976/caught-in-the-web-of-love

Rydal keener:

The honeymoon 💔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/725661447552663552/the-honeymoon

The worst tour guide ever 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761068727965007872/the-worst-tour-guide-ever

Cats confusion and a charmer named Rydal 💔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/762243189174403072/cats-confusion-and-a-charmer-named-rydal

Orestes:

Orestes x reader 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/732087818925572096/orestes-x-reader

The fall of Alexandria 😔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760260937267740672/the-fall-of-alexandria

The sun and the moon 🤗: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761671432194408448/the-sun-and-the-moon

Kane:

Kane x reader 😔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/732090405390352384/kane-x-reader

In the shadow of the Shimmer 😔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/759867001655214080/in-the-shadow-of-the-shimmer

Bud Cooper:

Unmasking Suburbicon 🕵🏻‍♂️: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/756986052916527104/unmasking-suburbicon

Unexpected encounters 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760223164281257984/unexpected-encounters

Basil Stitt:

The Lightning connection 🤗: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/758084549827821568/the-lightning-connection

Lightning in a bottle 🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/761251511245357056/lightning-in-a-bottle

Cecil Denis:

Melting point 🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/759769528171429888/melting-point

Chaotic rhythms 🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760060845776584704/chaotic-rhythms

Beneath the surface 🤗: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760409684242038784/beneath-the-surface

Wait, I don’t get it, please explain 🥰: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/764794373087133696/wait-i-dont-get-it-please-explain

Waiting for something special 🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/765969039928508416/waiting-for-something-special

William Tell:

Rolling the dice on us 😔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760066908417638400/rolling-the-dice-on-us

The odds of us ��🌹 : https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/763152763413741568/the-odds-of-us

Richard Munoz:

Muffled confessions 💔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/760430132718682112/muffled-confessions

Boundaries and bullies 🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/763206677059321856/boundaries-and-bullies?source=share

King John:

Falling for the villain 🔥🌹: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/762030773415133184/falling-for-the-villain

A royal misstep 🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/762941606003359744/a-royal-misstep

A fragile crown 😔🤗: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/766657375450103808/a-fragile-crown

Anselm Vogelweide:

The crumbling brick 💔: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/762216844756221952/the-crumbling-brick

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Sheltered hearts 🌹🔥: https://www.tumblr.com/emma23/767020111015116800/sheltered-hearts

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emma23 · 3 months ago

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Desert hearts:

Duke leto astreides x reader

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The harsh, unrelenting sun of Arrakis beat down on you as you disembarked from the transport ship. The heat was intense, the dry air making every breath a challenge. You had been sent to this desolate planet as a political envoy, a representative of a minor house with a vested interest in the spice trade. You didn’t expect much from this assignment, viewing it more as a punishment for your recent missteps rather than an opportunity.

The bustling activity around the ship was a chaotic mix of soldiers, workers, and officials. In the midst of it all stood Duke Leto Atreides, his presence commanding respect and attention. His regal bearing and noble attire set him apart from everyone else, and his dark eyes scanned the crowd with a mixture of determination and weariness.

"Lady Y/N," a voice called out, pulling you from your observations. It was one of the Duke's men, a stern-faced soldier who directed you towards the Duke. You squared your shoulders and approached him, reminding yourself that this was just another assignment, nothing more.

"Duke Leto," you greeted him with a respectful nod. "I am Lady Y/N, here to represent House X on matters concerning the spice trade."

Duke Leto nodded, his gaze piercing as he looked at you. "Welcome to Arrakis, Lady Y/N. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

"Uneventful enough," you replied, trying to maintain a neutral tone despite the underlying tension. You had heard stories of Duke Leto's leadership, his compassion, and his strategic mind. But you also knew that House Atreides had many enemies, and your house was not exactly on friendly terms with them.

"Very well," he said, gesturing for you to follow him. "Let's get you settled. We have much to discuss."

As you walked alongside him, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his calm demeanor and the chaos surrounding you. It was clear that Duke Leto was a man of great responsibility, burdened by the weight of his position. Despite your reservations, you felt a pang of sympathy for him.

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Days turned into weeks as you navigated the political landscape of Arrakis. Duke Leto was a constant presence, his leadership unwavering even as the pressures mounted. Your interactions with him were often tense, your differing loyalties and the weight of your past mistakes coloring every conversation.

"I don't understand why you continue to push for this trade agreement," you argued one evening in the Duke's chambers. "It benefits House Atreides far more than it does my house."

"Because it's the right thing to do," Duke Leto replied, his voice steady but firm. "The spice trade is crucial to the stability of the empire. We must work together, not against each other."

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Easy for you to say when you're the one in power. My house has always been overlooked, our interests ignored."

Duke Leto's gaze softened slightly, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "I know you've had a difficult past, Lady Y/N. But this is about more than just our houses. It's about the future of Arrakis, and the people who depend on us."

For a moment, you were taken aback by his sincerity. It was clear that Duke Leto genuinely cared about the people of Arrakis, about the greater good. But you couldn't let go of your resentment, the feeling of being used as a pawn in a larger game.

"You're asking me to trust you," you said quietly. "But how can I, when our interests are so different?"

"I'm not asking for blind trust," he replied. "I'm asking for a chance to prove that we can find common ground. That we can work together for something greater than ourselves."

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As the days passed, you found yourself drawn to Duke Leto in ways you hadn't expected. His unwavering dedication, his kindness, and his strength began to chip away at the walls you had built around yourself. You still clashed on many issues, but there was a growing respect between you.

One evening, as you stood on a balcony overlooking the vast desert, Duke Leto joined you. The silence between you was comfortable, a stark contrast to the usual tension.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he said softly, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

"Yes," you agreed, surprising yourself with the admission. "It's harsh and unforgiving, but there's a certain beauty in it."

He turned to look at you, his expression thoughtful. "Much like you, Lady Y/N. You've been through so much, yet you still stand strong."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, caught off guard by his words. "I... thank you, Duke Leto. That means a lot coming from you."

He took a step closer, his presence warm and comforting. "I see great potential in you, Y/N. You've been forced to make difficult choices, but you have a good heart. I believe in you."

For the first time, you allowed yourself to truly see Duke Leto not as an adversary, but as an ally. Someone who understood the burdens you carried and respected the choices you had made.

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Your relationship with Duke Leto continued to evolve, the animosity between you giving way to something deeper. You found yourself seeking his counsel, valuing his opinion even when you didn't agree with it.

One evening, as you shared a quiet dinner, the conversation turned to more personal matters.

"Tell me about your past, Y/N," Leto said, his tone gentle. "What brought you to Arrakis?"

You hesitated, the memories still raw. But there was something in his eyes, a genuine interest that made you want to open up.

"I made some mistakes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Trusted the wrong people, made the wrong choices. This assignment was supposed to be a way to prove myself, to make amends."

Leto reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "We all make mistakes, Y/N. It's what we do to learn from them that defines us."

You looked at him, the sincerity in his gaze making your heart ache. "And what about you, Leto? What drives you to keep going despite everything?"

He sighed, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "My family, my people. The hope that one day, all of this will be worth it. That we can build a better future for those who come after us."

The connection between you deepened, the shared understanding creating a bond that transcended your initial animosity.

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As your feelings for Duke Leto grew, so did the complexity of your situation. The political landscape of Arrakis was fraught with danger, and your house still harbored its own ambitions.

One night, as you lay in bed, unable to sleep, the door to your quarters creaked open. You sat up, heart pounding, only to see Leto standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Leto?" you whispered, confusion and concern in your voice. "What are you doing here?"

He crossed the room in a few strides, his presence commanding and intense. "I had to see you, Y/N. There's something I need to tell you."

You swallowed hard, the air between you charged with tension. "What is it?"

He took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I've been doing some investigating, and I found evidence that your house is planning something. Something that could jeopardize everything we've been working towards."

Your blood ran cold, the weight of his words sinking in. "No, that can't be. I would know if—"

"Y/N," he interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "I need you to trust me. We have to work together to stop this."

Tears filled your eyes, the realization of the difficult choices ahead weighing heavily on you. "What do you need me to do?"

Leto pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and reassuring. "We need to confront them, make them see reason. Together, we can find a way to protect Arrakis and our people."

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The days that followed were a whirlwind of strategy and planning. You and Duke Leto worked closely, your bond growing stronger as you navigated the treacherous waters of political intrigue.

One evening, as you pored over maps and documents, Leto looked at you, his expression serious. "This is dangerous, Y/N. There's no guarantee we'll succeed."

You met his gaze, determination in your eyes. "I know. But we have to try. For Arrakis, for our people."

He reached out, cupping your cheek in his hand. "For us," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

Your breath caught in your throat, the depth of his feelings taking you by surprise. "Leto, I—"

He silenced you with a kiss, his lips gentle but insistent. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by love and determination.

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That night, you and Leto gave in to the passion that had been building between you. Your kisses grew more urgent, hands exploring each other with a desperate need. The feel of his skin against yours, the way he whispered your name, all of it drove you to the brink of madness.

"Leto," you gasped as he trailed kisses down your neck, his touch setting your skin on fire.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "I need you."

You pulled him closer, your bodies melding together in a dance of need and longing. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the heat of your desire.

"Leto," you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair as he kissed your collarbone. "I need you too."

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that made your heart ache. He moved with a careful, deliberate tenderness, as if afraid that this moment might shatter if he pushed too hard. You responded in kind, your touch gentle but insistent, urging him closer.

When he finally entered you, it was with a slow, deliberate motion that left you breathless. He paused, looking into your eyes, his expression a mixture of love and need.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Instead, you tightened your grip on him, pulling him closer, urging him to move.

The rhythm you found together was slow and steady at first, each movement a testament to the deep connection you shared. But as the intensity of your desire grew, so did the urgency of your lovemaking. You moved together with a desperate need, your bodies perfectly in sync, lost in the heat of the moment.

"Leto," you gasped as he quickened his pace, his movements becoming more urgent. "I—"

"Shh," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "Just feel."

And you did. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a symphony of sensation, building to a crescendo that left you both trembling with need. When you finally reached your peak, it was with a shuddering release that left you breathless and spent, your bodies entwined in the aftermath.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, content to simply hold each other, the silence filled with the sound of your ragged breathing.

"Leto," you whispered finally, your voice filled with emotion. "I love you."

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, his expression one of profound tenderness. "And I love you, Y/N. More than I ever thought possible."

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The next morning, you awoke in Leto's arms, the events of the previous night still vivid in your mind. You felt a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't known in years, as if all the pieces of your life had finally fallen into place.

Leto stirred beside you, his eyes fluttering open as he tightened his hold on you. "Good morning, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Good morning," you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. "I could get used to waking up like this."

He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "So could I."

But as much as you wanted to linger in this moment, you both knew that there was still much work to be done. The political landscape of Arrakis was still fraught with danger, and your plan to confront your house was more urgent than ever.

"We should get moving," Leto said reluctantly, his expression turning serious. "There's a lot to do."

You nodded, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. "Let's go, then. We've got a planet to save."

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The days that followed were a blur of strategy meetings and covert operations. You and Leto worked tirelessly to gather evidence and build your case against the treacherous members of your house. The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, your love for each other providing the strength you needed to face the challenges ahead.

Finally, the day of reckoning arrived. You stood beside Leto in the great hall of Arrakeen, your heart pounding as you prepared to confront the leaders of your house.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Leto began, his voice strong and commanding. "We have gathered evidence that certain members of House X have been plotting against us, threatening the stability of Arrakis and the future of the spice trade."

There were murmurs of shock and outrage from the assembled leaders, but you could see the fear in the eyes of those who knew they were guilty.

"Y/N," Leto continued, turning to you. "Would you present the evidence?"

You stepped forward, your hands steady as you laid out the documents and recordings that you and Leto had painstakingly gathered. As you spoke, you could see the faces of the traitors grow pale, their guilt evident.

When you finished, there was a moment of stunned silence before the hall erupted in a cacophony of voices. Leto raised his hand, calling for silence.

"We will not tolerate betrayal," he said firmly. "Those who have conspired against us will be brought to justice."

The traitors were swiftly apprehended, their plans foiled. As they were led away, you felt a sense of relief and triumph. But you knew that this was only the beginning. There would be more challenges ahead, more battles to fight. But for the first time in a long time, you felt hope.

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With the immediate threat neutralized, you and Leto turned your attention to rebuilding and strengthening your alliances. Your relationship had become an unbreakable bond, a source of strength and stability amidst the chaos of Arrakis.

One evening, as you stood together on the balcony overlooking the desert, Leto took your hand in his, his expression serious.

"Y/N," he said softly, "I know that our journey has been difficult, and there will be more challenges ahead. But I want you to know that I am committed to facing them with you. Together, we can build a better future for Arrakis and our people."

You looked into his eyes, your heart swelling with love and determination. "I believe in us, Leto. No matter what comes, we'll face it together."

He smiled, pulling you into his arms. "Together," he repeated, his voice filled with promise.

As the sun set over the desert, you stood side by side, ready to face whatever the future might hold. You had found love in the most unlikely of places, and together, you knew that you could overcome any obstacle.

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The weeks that followed were filled with hard work and determination. You and Leto led the efforts to rebuild and fortify House Atreides' position on Arrakis. The people began to see you not just as a political envoy, but as a true ally and leader.

Your love for Leto grew deeper with each passing day. The challenges you faced together only served to strengthen the bond between you. His unwavering support and belief in you helped you to navigate the treacherous political landscape and make decisions that would benefit both your house and the people of Arrakis.

One evening, as you sat together in the quiet of your chambers, Leto took your hand in his, his eyes filled with love and determination.

"Y/N," he said softly, "I know that our journey has been difficult, but I want you to know that I am committed to facing whatever challenges come our way. Together, we can build a better future for Arrakis and our people."

You looked into his eyes, your heart swelling with love and determination. "I believe in us, Leto. No matter what comes, we'll face it together."

He smiled, pulling you into his arms. "Together," he repeated, his voice filled with promise.

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Years passed, and the bond between you and Leto grew stronger with each passing day. Together, you led House Atreides to new heights, fostering alliances and building a legacy that would endure for generations to come.

Your love for each other remained a constant source of strength and inspiration, guiding you through the challenges and triumphs that life on Arrakis presented. The people of Arrakis came to see you as a symbol of hope and stability, a testament to the power of love and determination.

One evening, as you stood together on the balcony overlooking the desert, Leto took your hand in his, his eyes filled with love and pride.

"Y/N," he said softly, "I am grateful every day for the love and support you have given me. Together, we have built something truly remarkable."

You looked into his eyes, your heart swelling with love and pride. "And I am grateful for you, Leto. Our journey has not been easy, but together, we have created a legacy that will endure for generations to come."

He smiled, pulling you into his arms. "Together," he repeated, his voice filled with promise.

And so, the story of Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Y/N became a legend, a testament to the power of love and determination in the face of adversity. Together, they built a legacy that would endure for generations, a beacon of hope and inspiration for all who followed in their footsteps.

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mylittledelulucorner · 1 month ago

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Hehe soft Leto 💕