#paul atreides kissing

[firelilyfox]

Deadly Eyes

Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader

Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort

If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate

Words: 1k

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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage. 

Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms… well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever. 

„The Mahdi can’t be with someone who is lost“, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you. 

A old, wrinkly woman hisses. „You don’t belong here, Lost One.“ 

You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. „Please let me through. I don’t wish for trouble.“ 

Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you. 

„But you are trouble, whore.“ He couldn’t have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. That’s why the Fremen always looked down on your kind. 

„All your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with Muad’Dib“, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. „But I’ll find some use for u, don’t you worry.“ 

The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. You’re trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness. 

„I will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I will…“ 

A voice is shouting at the near distance. „Where is she?!“ The man fearlessly let’s go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest. 

„How dare you to touch her!“ Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke. 

„I did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be …“ but Paul cuts him off. 

„She is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?“ His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes. 

You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. „I’m okay, Paul. Nothing happened. I’m unharmed.“ 

For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises … he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms. 

Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. „I will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.“ He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. „Spread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.“ 

The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by Muad’Dip will find you. 

„And for you“, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. „If you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, I’ll break your neck.“ He gave two other men a sign to carry him away. 

„I should have known that something like that might would happen“, Paul curses. „I’m so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.“ His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little. 

„You couldn’t ever have guessed that. This isn’t your fault and it’s not your job to see something like that before it happens.“ 

Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. „But is is my job to protect you.“ 

„And you did.“ 

He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. „I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if I weren’t be here on time … I couldn’t…“ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless Muad’Dib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart. 

„Then don’t. You saved me. I am right here.“ To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between. 

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Thank you for reading! Comments, ideas & reposts are very welcome <3

[timotheecontent]

DUNE: PART 2 (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[admireforever]

Dune: Part Two

[blue-bird1967]

'Cause you and I

We were born to die

[wulfhalls]

Made a PaulAlia thing and thought you’d enjoy it 😊 we love our doomed-by-the-narrative feral codependant parallel soulmate-coded siblings

[st4rbwrry]

don’t judge me but . . who has anakin skywalker smut? quickly.

[punchitmrsulu]

Just watched Dune 1 again and let me tell you, the second one is so good it makes the first one better. It redeems it.

I enjoyed and understood a whole lot more this second time around.

I only saw it the one time when it came out cause I found it somewhat disappointing and mostly confusing, so there was a lot I didn’t remember. But after having seen the second one and loving it, it was a whole new experience and now things took on whole new meanings and have a lot more impact in both movies.

I didn’t remember “May thy knife chip and shatter” came from the Fremen and Paul hears it for the first time from Jamis. I didn’t remember that hitting your own chest twice to challenge the enemy also came from the Fremen and Paul also sees it for the first time with Jamis. I didn’t remember Jamis challenges Jessica but because he can’t challenge a priestess, he asks a champion to fight in her place and Paul goes. And I didn’t remember Paul’s crysknife is given to him by Chani.

So now, remembering and knowing all this, the final fight between Paul and Feyd takes on an even deeper level and every single one of Paul’s actions during the fight become even more meaningful.

Combining the Fremen’s saying about the knife with the gestures the Caladan warriors make. Telling the Emperor to choose a champion. Hitting his chest twice to challenge Feyd back into the fight when he threatens Chani.

We know killing Jamis had a great impact on Paul, he didn’t want to do it and he never stops respecting him or seeking his council. So the whole thing is a repeat of his fight with Jamis, only now he’s in Jamis’ shoes and he’s using everything he learned from him, from having to kill him and honoring him.

[spicesprinkles]

The Dark Warrior & the Desert Prince

All the world faded away, time stood still as the two of them hovered on the precipice of something forbidden, something intoxicatingly dangerous.

"Whether you want to admit the truth to yourself or not, we were made for each other, little mouse. Bred for each other. In another life, another time, you and I were to rule side-by-side."

Paul hesitated, conflicted between the want to close the distance between them and the fear of the consequences giving in to his darkest impulses meant.

Feyd's smirk is cruel and inviting. He swayed forward, gaze never dropping from Paul's spice-laden blue eyes, to brush his lips against the tender skin of his neck, feeling the pulse of Paul's heartbeat quicken beneath his touch.

Closing his eyes, Paul lets himself succumb to the intoxicating scent of Feyd's presence, musky and warm, letting it fill his senses with a heady rush of want.

"Maybe we can still," he whispers.

[rainingmbappe]

Them : what the fuck is she doing

Me : listening to the dune soundtrack pretending to ride a sandworm

[thaliajoy-blog]

Spoilers for Dune 2 so not read this if you haven't seen it...❗

I think this new Feyd Rautha was interesting I just wish he'd been more on screen or something cause how can you just leave us hanging with the facts that (spoilers) he killed his mom in an unspecified way, he has sadist/cannibal (?) girlfriends, he has a humiliation kink (?). This shit barely served in the end like or talk about them a little bit more why won't you show me the things more why can't they matter in the plot in some darkly poetic way ?

For now I've kind of figured that the mother thing echoes & contrasts with Paul's way more fusional & loving relationship with his mom, which nevertheless gets full of tension as time goes on & prophecies traps their asses. The Gom Jabbar repeat did put me on the edge of my seat & is the clearest parallel between the two from the get go. But his test isn't actually shown, though we can suppose he succeeded since he lived ? (Or was it a dream, an illusion ??).

I do love his girlfriend murder squad thought that's some real shit...it's weird shit like the two kids taking care of the baron in the first movie.

[firelilyfox]

Taking Advantage

Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader

Warnings: fluff / angst / hurt reader / teasing

Words: 1.3k

you came home from battle injured & Paul wants to make sure you are alright

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„That was awesome!“ 

The Fremen men and women were cheering in agreement as your group coming back to Sietch Tabr with the sunrise early in the morning. Every step you take, sends little painful impulses through your muscles. The whole night you were fighting against a Spice harvesting ship that belonged to the Harkonnen and although you made a bunch of them pay for their brutal regiment, you came back badly bruised. But you are doing your best to hide the pain your in in front of your friends. It would be even more embarrassing to see their faces covered in pity over you, when the mood is as good as it is right now. The Fremen had another win and kicked some Harkonnen asses. That’s all that counts right now. 

„I’m a little drained. Go on and have a drink for me, while I’ll be having a good rest“, you said to your best friend Chani, who is giving you a suspicious look but then nodded. 

„You did good today, y/n. And I know for a fact, that Muad’Dib is thinking the same“, she wiggled with her eyebrows, mocking you again. Your eyes darted to the back of the tent, where Paul was sitting with Stilgar. He was already looking at you, not breaking the eye contact once yours met his. Paul was frowning a little, wich made his worried expression even more noticeable. Maybe Stilgar was telling him some bad news or something. You didn’t really care, because all you could think about was the pain that was feeling like needles beneath your skin. 

„I don’t care what he thinks. He fought well. And everything else is not important“, you murmured shrugging your hurting shoulders. Big mistake. Your almost flinched because of the pain that was send trough your body again. 

You quickly waved Chani goodbye and make your way outside the big community room, back to your private stone cabin, that was placed further away. When you finally reached it, a sigh of relief escaped your throat. Carefully you sit down on the bed out of soft fabric and you close your eyes for a second to calm your thoughts. Today was hard and nothing sounds more tempting than getting this suit off and washing the dirt off of your irritated skin. But the thought that you have to move yourself to make that happen, was like your personal nightmare. 

The sound of someone clearing his throat hollowed back from the stonewalls of your room. You quickly turn your head around to catch Paul standing in the doorframe, holding the curtain open. He looks even more worried now than back downstairs. 

„Can I come in?“, he asked. 

You let out a annoyed sigh. „Sure. What is it, Paul?“ 

He makes his way up to you, stopping not even two feet away from the bed you were still sitting on. „Are you alright?“ 

„Obviously. Today was a big win.“ 

He frowned again. „That’s not what I meant.“ 

„Then what are you talking about? Speak up.“ Your tone was annoyed, because the last thing you wanted right now was him seeing you in this pathetic state. 

„You fought like a demon out there. I have never seen someone so … so passionately killing the bad guys. But … I saw you falling down that cliff. For a second I thought you were dead“, he swallowed hard. „I saw you getting hurt. You must be in enormous pain right now.“ 

The fact that he had an eye on you while being on the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, made your chest tightened up. He was really looking out for me? 

You tried to sound unimpressed. „Well, thank you for your concern but I’m perfectly fine as you can see.“ You stood up and wanted to make him leave your room, but the sharp pain came back like a lighting bolt and you tripped over your own feet. Paul had quick reflexes and catching you before you could hit the ground. „I’m fine“, your voice cracks and burning shame blushed your cheeks. 

„No you are not fine, y/n. You need help“, Paul whispered. His arms still wrapped around your waist to hold you up. His eyes right in front of you. So blue you could probably drown in them … although there were little brown spots you never noticed before. 

You swallowed. „I don’t need …“ 

„Oh for fucks sake! Shut up and let me help you“, he demanded. You were so surprised about his little outburst, that you could only nod to give him the permission. 

Paul smiled slightly. „Good. You are so stubborn.“ 

You rolled your eyes on him, not saying anything. He was right, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of you agreeing with him. 

With his help, you turned your back to him. He begins to get rid of the many closures of the suit and with every unbuttoning your face feels even warmer. His direct presence was making you nervous and you were not sure how you feel about that effect he has on you. 

„You need to relax. Otherwise I could hurt you even more“, his voice was low and for a second you thought you heard a light crack in it. Is it possible that you have the same effect on him? 

„It is kinda hard to relax in this … situation“, the words slipped out before you could think about the meaning of them. You bite your tongue as he chuckled softly. 

„And why is that?“, you could feel his warm breath on your neck. It sends goosebumps over your drained body. Before you could give him a sassy answer, his fingertips touched the bare skin on your shoulders, gently pulling down the suit. You could feel his hands on your back while Paul was making sure that you didn’t need to move a muscle to get rid of the Fremen desert suit. Underneath you are wearing an thin layer of fabric, cut in the form of a dress that barely covers your butt. 

„Are you taking advantage of an helpless and wounded woman, Paul Atreides?“, you say with a strangled voice. Still facing the wall. But Paul was so close, that you could feel his chest touching your back. 

Paul gently strokes your hair over one shoulder. His lips almost touching your ear, while he speaks with a breathy voice. „I would never take advantage of you. I know for a fact, that you could kick my ass and slit my throat in no time, even wounded and blinded. But you haven’t done such thing.“ 

He places a soft kiss on the sensitive skin right beneath your ear and your breathing stops. Your whole body reacting to him like a firework. Just because of a litte stupid kiss. What is happening? 

„Did I hurt you?“, he asked as he noticed your reaction. „If you want me to stop, you just have to say one word and I’m …“ 

„You didn’t hurt me“, you interrupted. 

Paul chuckles softly. And you almost hoped, that he would keep on doing where he stopped, but instead you feel how his warm body disappeared from your back. As you peak over your shoulder, he looks at you with deep satisfaction. 

„I’ll see if I can get you something to eat and drink. And then I will send you a healer to make sure you’ll get better in no time.“ 

Your mouth snapped open in disbelief. This jerk just teased you like a champion and now he was looking at you like a little boy, who is more than proud to make fun of you. 

„You’re an asshole, Paul Atreides“, you said smiling. 

He raises his hands defensively. „I’m just making sure not to take advantage of you.“ 

[margarita-life]

PAUL & CHANI | I WILL LOVE YOU AS LONG AS I BREATHE (Dune: Part Two)

link: https://youtu.be/7nSE_AkLNgQ

"...You will never lose me, Paul Atreides. Not as long as you stay who you are..."

#paulatreides #lisanalgaib #dune #DunePart2 #DunePartTwo

[admireforever]

Dune: Part Two

[libraryledge]

Even If... (A Dune Inspired Story)

A/N: Mark my words: Dune 2 will sweep this award season! After rewatching the film (AGAIN), I wrote a one-shot from Chani's perspective as she begins to fall in love with Paul. It explores her thoughts before the pair has their first kiss.

Peaks and valleys. Waves and ripples. This is the sight that is staring back at me. It is the structure of your hair to be specific. I've never seen hair that is so beautifully windswept, even after a long day of trudging through the sand, which is ironic considering you are an outsider of this world.

The way you've adapted to the unforgiving ways of the desert baffles me. Somehow, I'm attracted to it, which scares me. What if this is wrong? You tell me that in your homeland waterfalls from the sky and it fills the land below. I can't tell if you're serious or if this is a clever plan to impress me. Either way, it works. 

All I have ever known are the dunes of Arrakis. Miles and miles of never-ending desert. Water is precious to us. Not a single drop is to be wasted. Yet here you are: descendant of dukes and noble houses, telling me that you have access to an abundance of it, to the point where you take the element for granted. 

I know it's dangerous to fall for you, especially because I hear what people whisper about you. Are you really the chosen one? Do you truly plan to overtake Fremen land? You've already snuck your way into my heart. I don't know if I can handle any more.

All I know is that as I sit perched upon the dunes, watching the sunset with you, I feel at ease. Even if it is just for a moment. Even if everything will change after this. Even if I know deep down, at the bottom of my heart, that this won't last forever. Right now I want to love you as long as I breathe.

[thestarlightforge]

Paul Maud’Dib, colorized 1965

sorry for being indecisive, I haven’t had any prophetic dreams to guide me in a while

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Oh I realized a thing about the Paul/Feyd-Rautha fight. So usually if you have a big fight scene, but especially if you do something like have a character get injured in a way that would definitely be fatal if they weren't cursed with inescapable Main Character Energy, you follow up the fight scene with some moment of comfort or relief or something, which serves to release the tension for the audience and let them know whew, that was scary, but it's okay now. Your character is hurt but they're gonna survive. (Or alternately, if they're dying heroically, it was worth it and what the narrative demanded.)

But here there's nothing. Paul is surrounded by devoted followers; his mother; his lover; one of his oldest teachers and a loyal servant of House Atreides. No one steps forward to offer a shoulder to lean on or help him to his feet. He's left them all behind. He's not a person who got hurt in a fight anymore; he's a myth that people shrink back from. So he pulls the knife out by himself. He stands up by himself. Other than the emperor very begrudgingly touching his hand to kiss the ring, I don't think anyone touches him at all for the rest of the movie. He's completely alone. They never release that tension, because Paul's alive but it is very much not going to be okay.