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I Want To Watch - Chani / Kang Chanhee

W/C: 3.9K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.” + “I like it when you say my name like that.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, mutual masturbation, dirty talking, nudism, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare, cockwamring.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You step into the bedroom and found Chani already laying on the bed, his eyes closed and his hands behind his head while one of his feet were tapping in the air. His shirt had ridden up slightly, and you could see the happy trail on his abdomen, which makes you lick your lips before biting the bottom one. You always wondered how he would look like touching himself in such a position, his happy trail grown out and his clothes completely discarded. You were completely lost in your own mind that you hadn’t noticed that he had opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at you.

“It must be one nice thought that’s going through your head right now,” He says in a low tone. You could hear the laziness in it as he spoke, which only seem to set your skin on fire and let your mind wander a little further at how he would grunt and groan as he touched himself. “Would you like to share them?”

“Would you really want to hear it?” You ask before turning away from the bed to try and clear your thoughts. You hear the bed shifting and moments later you hear footsteps approaching you before his arms wrap around you from behind and pressed his front against your back, which quickly caused his warmth and scent to radiate onto you. He places his chin on top of your shoulder, and you feel his breathing reach your ears.

“I really want to hear about it,” He says in a low tone. Which makes you squeeze your legs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Maybe I can make some of those thoughts come true,” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you feel a shiver going down your spine before goosebumps break out onto your skin.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You practically moan out. You feel one of his hands slowly slide down and cup your mound through your clothes, before his fingers slowly slip between your legs and press down on your folds. “Gosh…” He smirks as he feels your body reacting to the touch.

“Tell me,” He whispers. You close your eyes and try to regain your composure, and try to find your words without stuttering. “Come on, tell me… I want to know,” His fingers press a little harder against your folds, and you feel your panties about to slide between your folds. You take in a shuddering breath and place your hand on top of his that was still on your stomach.

“I… I want you to lay back and touch yourself,” You whisper. His fingers pause against your folds. “I want to watch,” You feel his fingers press down hard against your pussy, pushing your panties between your folds before pulls his hand away.

“You want to watch me as I touch myself?” He asks. You could feel the fabric of your panties rubbing your clit, and you had to keep back a whimper. He turns you around to face him, which makes the panties rub your clit even more as you move. “Will you be touching yourself as you watch me?” You slowly nod your head and bite the inside of your cheeks. “Undress me,” You immediately reach for his shirt, you didn’t need to be told twice. You curl your fingers around the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms to allow you to take his shirt off, and your eyes immediately drop to the happy trail. “You want to watch me touch myself while I have my happy trail, what did you picture in that dirty mind of yours?” You swallow as you feel heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

“I… You, naked on the bed, your cock hard and glistening from your cum as it's coated with it,” You say as you move your hands down to his sweatpants. “Groaning, grunting as you palm yourself, sweat sticking to you…” You curl your fingers around his waistband and push the sweatpants down along with his underwear. The clothes fall to the floor around his ankles with a whoosh, and he steps out from them.

“Sounds like a thought that could have made you wet,” He says. You push your thighs together, feeling your panties rub your clit again and feeling your wetness moving between your folds. “Strip for me,” He takes a few steps back before sitting down on the bed, spreading his legs and his semi-hard cock on display along with the happy trail. He leans back on his hands and watches you. You swallow and reach for your shirt before slowly removing it from yourself and letting it drop to the floor. “Did it make you wet?” Your bra was next to fall to the floor.

“It did,” You mumble as you reach for your pants next. You take in a deep breath as you feel your panties slowly peeling away from your clit as you push your pants along with your panties down your legs.

“Let me feel,” He says. You swallow as you step out from your clothes and make your way towards him. His eyes were drinking up every single part of you as you approached him. The way your curves were just right and the way your thighs could clamp down around his head and smother him when he would eat you out. You stop in front of him, and he reaches one hand out, pushing the heel of his palm against your mound while his fingers spread your folds and slowly feel around.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You whisper as you feel his fingers slide along the inside of your folds before pressing against your hole where most of your juices were. Your lids flutter as you feel his fingers slowly circle your slit before the warmth of them disappears. You watch as he wraps the hand that was just touching you around himself and slowly spread your juices over his semi-hard length.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” He groans. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch his semi-hard cock being coated with your wetness. He lays back on the bed, and you bite your lip as you watch his cock slowly rising as it grew harder, and his thighs bulging slightly. “ Fuck…” You could feel your bottom lip swelling from how hard you were sucking on it. You felt frozen in your spot as you watch him, the sight was better than you imagined, and he wasn’t completely hard yet. You could feel your heart rate picking up as he slowly runs his hand up and down along his length to get himself hard.

“Chanhee…” You whisper as you release your bottom lip. You step closer to the bed and sit down at the end of it, your eyes not wavering from the sight of his hand around himself. He turns his head in your direction and saw you watching his hand intently, he could feel his blood rushing down to his cock at the sight of you watching him like that. He watches as you cup your boob, almost unknowingly to yourself, and slowly massage your fingers into the flesh. “Ohh, fuck…” You could see some pre-cum starting to glisten at his slit.

“Hmm,” He hums. He watches as your other hand move to the inside of your thigh and gently stroke your inner thigh. Your fingers rub over your nipple, and he watches as your breathing becomes deeper. You wanted to watch him as he touched himself, and now he understood why, it was such a sinful and delicious sight to watch the one you love touch themselves in front of you. He rubs the palm of his hand over the head of his cock and spread the pre-cum over the tip before sliding his hand downwards again.

“Oh, my fucking fuck,” You breathe out, seeing the head of his cock glistening with his pre-cum, and it looked like such a delicious sight. You lick your lips and roll your nipple between your fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure down to your core and causing more wetness to grow between your legs. “Ohh, oh…” You watch as his length stands tall now that it was completely hardened. “So big, Chanhee…”

“Fuck, Y/n…” He groans. His strokes were long and slow and almost precise, you could see the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, leading all the way to the tip. Veins begin growing on his hand and slowly move along his wrist, which makes you unconsciously tug on your nipple.

“Oh, shit,” You mutter before releasing your nipple and placing that hand on the bed. “I…” You swallow and glance at the empty spot beside him, trying to see how much space there was before you lay down next to him. Your hand slides along the inside of your thigh, and you cup your pussy and slowly rub your outer folds.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks. He could only see your wrist moving slowly, which should have been his answer, but he wanted to hear you say the words.

“Hmm… I am,” You breathe out. Your eyes had yet to waver from his hand around his cock that was slowly spreading his pre-cum over him and making his entire length glisten with the sticky liquid. You could see his stomach moving slowly as he breathes in deeply, his happy trail coming into sight every time he exhales. He props himself up on his elbow and watches as your fingers stroke along your folds.

“Fucking, fuck,” He breathes out. “I want to see that…” You feel your insides twisting at his words. “Can you move higher onto the bed, and I’ll turn around,” You pull your hand away from your pussy, and he watches as you move higher onto the bed and lay your head on top of the pillow. He releases his cock and climbs off the bed, only to climb back on with his feet on his pillows and his head at the end of the bed. “Fuck, so much better,” You now had a better sight of his cock, and you could still see his happy trail. You bend your knee and spread yourself more open for him to get a better view. “Fuck… I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to hold back before I need to be inside you,” You grab onto his pillow before handing it off to him, he immediately places it behind his head to prop it up, even if it was just slightly.

“Chanhee,” You whimper. He licks his lips as he watches you move your hand between your legs again and stroke your fingers along your folds. “Touch yourself, please, Chanhee,” The way you were saying his name was making his mind become hazy. He wraps his hand around himself and slowly slides it along his girth, the wet sounds quickly fill the air as he plays with himself. “Oh, ohmm,” Your fingers move to your inner folds, and he could hear a faint squelching sound as your wetness moves along with your fingers.

“Hmm, Uhm,” He lowly groans. He could feel sweat slowly building up on his skin, his hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and he could feel the bedding sticking to his back as well. The air inside the room has grown thicker and warmer, contributing only to the sweat building up on his skin and yours.

“Chanhee… Oh, my… Chanhee,” You whimper as you stroke your fingers next to your clit, doing your best to avoid the bundle of nerves. He slides the palm of his hand over the head of his cock, which seemed like it was swollen and begging to fill your pussy, and spread the liquid down his shaft and twists his hand at the base. You watch as he takes in a shuddering breath and fights to keep his eyes open and on your hand, on your pussy. “Chaaanhheee,” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows loudly.

“I like it when you say my name like that,” He breathes out. Your legs jolt as you slide your finger over your clit and slowly rub over the nub. “Fucking… Fuck,” He licks his lips and watch as you take the nub between your thumb and middle finger and slowly roll it between the pads of your fingers.

“Hmm, Chanheeee,” You whine. You could feel your skin heating up and your back sticking to the headboard, your heart rate was loud in your ears. “Ohh, Chanhee, Chanhee…” He lets out a groan as he moves his hand faster along his length and his breathing increases, you could see exactly what you were doing to him when you moaned and whined his name. “Chanhee…” You could see his skin beginning to glisten underneath the bedroom lights as the layer of sweat becomes thicker. The squelching sounds become louder the more you play with your clit, you could feel a tension slowly building inside your abdomen.

“Hmm, Y/n… baby, sweetheart,” He groans. Your fingers slide down to your slit, and he watches as a digit disappears inside of you, his eyes roll to the back of his head before he tries to focus on your finger and pussy. He watches as your juices get pushed out from around your finger and lets out a low groan at the sight. “Fuck, that… That’s so hot,” The sucking sound of your wetness fills the air, and he could feel his cock twitch in his hand.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You whimper out. You slowly pump your digit in and out of you, it felt euphoric as you fingered yourself in front of him, and have him watch you like that. “Chanhee… Are you drooling?” You could see something at the corner of his mouth, and once you mentioned it, he quickly swipes his tongue over his lips. “Fuck…” To have him drooling over the sight of you made the feeling even stronger inside you. You push a second digit inside you, and he watches as your walls stretch around your fingers.

“Fuck… Hell,” He groans out. You could see that his fingers were completely coated with his pre-cum and glistening in the light as he palms himself faster and faster, almost following the rhythm of your fingers as you pump them in and out of your sopping hole. You curl them inside your hand, he watches as your hips slightly lift off the bed. “Fuck…” You could see sweat coating his chest, and that was exactly what you had pictured in your mind. His hand around himself, his skin coated with sweat and him looking like sin.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You moan. Your lids flutter as you feel a tightening feeling forming inside you quickly, you slip a third digit into yourself, and the stretch makes you moan and close your eyes. Your head turns to the side and Chanhee watched with anticipation now, he could see you pumping your fingers rapidly in and out of you, and knew you were getting close to your high. “Chhaannnnhhheeeee,” He watches your muscles tense and your fingers move faster and faster, you dig the heel of your palm against your clit, your toes curl into the bedding and a hot tingling sensation goes up your legs. “FUCK, CHANHEE!” He forces himself to slow down his movements as he watches you come undone right in front of his eyes.

“CHANHEE!” You cry out as the tension snaps inside of you. Your mind tumbles into the clouds as stars fly past your vision, your body felt like it was floating. You rub your palm faster against your clit to get you through your high while your fingers still pumping in and out of you. They weren’t stretching you out nearly enough like his would, but it was enough, for now. “CHANHEEEE!” He releases his cock and quickly moves between your legs, he grips your wrist and pulls your hand away from your pussy, interlacing his fingers with yours and feeling the stickiness of your juices move onto his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, so hot,” He mumbles. As you come down from your high, you quickly realize that he was now between your legs and his cock was resting against your pussy. “You look so hot… I need to be inside you, now,” You feel your pussy twitch at his words and open your eyes to look up at him. “That look… Fuck.”

“Put it in, please,” You whisper. You were breathing rapidly from the high you just had, and your walls were pulsing, but you were desperate to feel him inside you, to feel his cock stretch and fill you. Your body jolts as you feel his cock slowly push through your folds and slide along your pussy before the head pressed against your entrance.

“Did you enjoy your little show, sweetheart?” He asks in a low tone, which makes you whimper and rapidly nod your head. You could feel the head of his cock circling your entrance. “Use your pretty words.”

“Yes, yes, I did!” You blubber out. You feel his cock slowly slide into you and stretch your walls. “Ohh, ohh, fuck, yes, Chanhee,” And slowly fills you, you reach up and grab onto his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin to leave red scratch marks behind on his skin. “Fuuuck.”

“Ohh, fuck, uhh, uhmm,” He groans as he feels your walls squeeze down around him. “Fuuuckk,” You barely catch sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head before your lids shut in the ecstasy feeling that was coursing through your veins. “Ohh, hmm,” The squelching sound of your juices quickly fills the room along with the sound of your moans and his groans.

“Chanheeee,” You whine out. His hips pause against yours momentarily before he lifts them, his cock slowly slides from you halfway before he thrusts back into you. “Ohh, oh, my fucking…” The way his cock was rubbing along your walls felt so heavenly, and you could feel another high starting to build inside you. “Chanhee… Chanhee…”

“Fuck, that feels so good,” He grunts out. He grabs onto your hips and pulls you closer against him, your walls clench as you feel his cock slipping deeper into you and hitting the right places. “Fuck… again, do that again,” His cock was aching from stroking himself, and he was sure he wasn’t going to last long. “Fucking…”

“Chanhee…” You whimper. You could see tiny spots behind your lids, and your mind was slowly ascending into the clouds again. “More… I need more,” His thrusts pick up, and you feel his grip on your hips tightening before you felt him lift it off the bed to get a better angle. “FUCK!” The loud squelching sounds were so sinful yet delicious. “CHANHEE!” You could just about feel your juices splattering on the inside of your thighs with his quick pace.

“Fuck, so good, you’re so good to me,” He pants out. Your grip on his shoulders seem to tighten the closer you were getting to your high, and the feeling was driving him mad. “Fuck…” The sound of the bed squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall fills the room along with the other sounds. “Fucking, squeeze me again, fuck,” His tone almost sounded desperate.

“Chanheeeee,” You whine out as you feel a hot sensation shoot up your legs, your head begins turning from side to side as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washes over you. “FUCK!” You squeeze your legs against his side as the tension inside you comes undone. For a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your wetness squelching. “C-CHANHEE!” Your body felt like it was in the clouds while fireworks seem to explode behind your lids.

“Fuck, yes, like that, yes,” He grunts out, trying to thrust faster into you. His hips begin to stutter, and he felt his balls tightening as he feels your orgasm surround his cock and spilling from you as he thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck… fuuuuckkk,” Your walls were clenching around him unconsciously, and it was making his mind spin on the pleasure that was surging through him.

“Chanhee, Chanhee, Chanhee,” You chant his name as your body was shaking underneath him. You felt pure ecstasy as you were going through your high. You could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes as your muscles tighten from the release. “Chanheee!” You could feel him practically pounding into you before you felt your muscles relax, your grip on his shoulders slowly loosen until your hands slide down to his elbows.

“Fuuuuuccckkk,” He lowly groans and pauses his fast movements. The tightening feeling on his balls quickly disappears as hot cum spills into you. “Fuck… Yes, yes…” He slowly rocks his hips into yours to ease himself through his high as you were slowly coming down from yours, you could feel your skin slowly cooling off, and you quickly became aware of him filling you.

“Chanhee…” You whisper. His head drops to your shoulder, and you feel his hot breathing close to your ear. “Gosh…” His movements slow down before they completely stop, within a few seconds you quickly find yourself on top of him and feel his hands sliding around you to hold you down against him. Silence quickly fills the room, and you feel the temperature drop, the cool air nips at your warm, sweat-coated skin. Your thoughts slowly calm down, and you feel your breathing slowly evening out. His hand slowly and gently rub up and down along your back, which was sending a wave of comfort through you.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks. The afterglow was fully settling in now, and you could feel yourself relaxing into him, and fully soak up the warmth he was providing to you.

“Hmm, I’m okay,” You whisper. “Absolutely okay, that sight… Better than I imagined,” He could feel your walls pulse around him as you thought back to the sight of his hand around himself. “And you?” You move your gaze to his shoulders. “I should… clean those,” You were about to get up, but his grip around you tightens, and he holds you down against him. “Chanhee.”

“Later, later, you can clean and tend to it later,” He says. “It’s okay now, it doesn’t hurt,” You let out a huff but nod your head. “I enjoyed it… maybe we should find a better position to do it in though,” You bite the inside of your cheeks. “Maybe sitting next to each other… so I can reach over and put my fingers inside you.”

“And I can stroke your cock?” You ask. He lets out a low grunt. “I take that as a yes,” He lifts his head away from your neck and the spot quickly becomes cold. “Let me go get the cloth and clean us, okay?”

“No, no, not yet… not yet,” He mutters. “Just a little longer, a little more…” He was enjoying you on top of him, and feeling you melt into him. “Just… five more minutes,” You smile and nod your head before resting your head on his chest, you feel his lips gently touch the top of your head. “Thank you.”

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[controld3vil]

sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

#dune #dune part two #dune x you #dune x reader #dune imagine #dune cast #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #zendaya #zendaya x reader #chani #chani kynes #chani x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #princess irulan #irulan x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #stilgar #gurney halleck #lady jessica #WE MAKING IT OUT WITH THIS ONE #dune bts

[demigoddessqueens]

this feels canon to me

Paul: here’s to the love of my life, my soulmate, my heart of 5000 years, the mother of my legacy!

everyone on Arrakis: ….

Paul: and then here’s to my wife, Irulan

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

Paul/Chani battle couple falling in love while fighting side by side in a guerrilla war for national liberation felt like a gift to me personally for many reasons but mostly because comrades-to-lovers is SUCH a specific vibe and putting Paul Atreides into that dynamic is so so so so funny

#like. can you imagine #you’re on an extended camping trip with bouts of intermittent life-or-death combat #surrounded by people who’ve known each other since birth and probably been fighting together for years #under pressure to prove yourself cause you’re the new guy an outsider and in several other ways sus #there’s a prophecy about you but most of these people think it’s bullshit #and in the middle of all this there is A Girl That You Like #do you think this girl is gonna pick up your slack or automatically take your side in political debates just cause you’re bangin? #absolutely the fuck not #be serious comrade. also it’s your turn to shake sand out of the tent #incredible ego corrective. #dune #dune part two #paul atreides #chani kynes

[sandumilfshou]

chani/paul/feyd concept

chani and paul have very loving "i am so in love with you" romantic sex and go on dates and the whole thing

paul and feyd have the nastiest most unsafe insane but consensual sex of all time anywhere any time with no warning to anyone who may be in the vicinity

feyd and chani ignore each other 90% of the time and spend the other 10% of the time insulting each other

it somehow works perfectly

#dune #feydpaul #paulfeyd #paulchani #paul x chani #paul x feyd #chanipaul #i dont imagine theres a poly ship name for them yet #chani x paul x feyd #feyd x paul x chani

[hiatuswhore]

Something For Your Mind II — p.a

♕ A/N: Sorry for taking so long to make this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while I just wasn’t satisfied with it. I’m still kinda not but I hope y’all like it. Please give me feedback, thanksss.

♕ SUMMARY: Your parents offered a simple explanation- Fremen with the gift of prescience. A secret amongst the sand.

♕ WORD COUNT: 2.5K

♕ WARNING: None

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STILGAR MADE NO ATTEMPT TO CONTINUE THE CONVERSATION OR WAIT FOR YOU. The journey back home was one of silence and brief exchanges. You would occasionally leave your thoughts to look up at your sharp-minded leader. Fools, all of us. You thought to yourself, all of the bickerings with your mother and uncomfortable dinners, for what? Stilgar knew, and you could only wonder who else smiled at you daily, feigning obliviousness.

"(Y/n)," Your mother greets you with a tight hug, her sigh in relief tickling your neck. You say nothing as she pulls away, and your father mimics her actions. Stilgar eyes you carefully, his blank expression masking whatever brews and boils beneath his surface.

"I'm going to lie down," You speak so low that you are confident your parents do not hear you. However, this fact does not stop you from walking away from the watchful eyes. You catch the tail end of your mother asking Stilgar what occurred on your travels. Will he tell them he knows?

He will not, and you know this, but still, the idea plagues your mind with an ever-present curiosity. By nightfall, you lay in the same position, painfully awake in the dead of night. Not a lick of sleep finding you. Stilgar still in your mind. If he knows of your abilities, what more does he know. How far does his knowledge really go, and what does that mean for our people, for my family?

You move from your bed, walking on the tips of your toes, the silence almost sickening. With one misstep, it seems as though your entire community will hear you. When you reach out to the sand, the night sky greets you with a cool breeze. You sit on the ground, the spice of the desert wafting up, tickling your skin. Out in the distance stretches what appears to be an endless desert, but you know out there are all your answers. The pull you feel makes your vision blur before the earth crashes, and the last tangible thing being the itch of the sand on the back of your neck.

When your eyes open again, you frown. Inside an aircraft, Paul sits with his head hanging. His hands bound behind him, cloth gagging him. Behind you, his mother holds her composure as she watches the Harkonnen men. One pilots the aircraft while the other stands idling behind him.

"Paul," You call out, glancing up. His eyes widen at the sight of you. Your eyebrows furrow at the lack of control. You did not intentionally enter this astral plane, yet all of Paul's mind now sits accessible to you. In this haze, only one thing sticks out to you, clear as day—they will die here.

The feeling of your heart in your throat makes your eyes water. Uncertain of what you can do, Paul's mother signs to him—her eyebrows pinched. After a few minutes, the aircraft comes to an idle, one Harkonnen moving to open the back while the other removes the cloth from Paul's mouth.

"You have to do something," Paul says, earning a look from the Harkonnen. He ignores it, looking directly at you. His mother follows his gaze where you stand to find an open space. You look at the Harkonnen, taking a deep breath, a sudden dizziness overtaking you. A cold feeling greets your skin before you move forward, thumb to his forehead and pointer finger to his temple.

"Sleep," You say, watching his eyes shoot open before all his mind contains floods you. A shudder shoots through your body as his crimes rip through you sharper than the edge of a sword. The sticky feeling of blood on your palms burns into your skin as if his memories are your own. A cry leaves your lips as the astral plane crumbles. Your eyes open, a loud scream leaving from the base of your chest and scratching up your windpipe. Thrashing around, you miss how your father holds you and your mother fails to ease your violent cries.

"You're okay! You're home, baby. You're home," Your mother holds a controlled tone as your father keeps your shaking to a minimum. A sob leaves you as your father plays with your hair rocking you back and forth. Grimacing, your eyes burning with a deep ferocity. You catch the slightest glimpse of Stilgar. He watches you wearing the same blank expression as before. The look you share feels like a secret, a joke of sorts that only the two of you understand.

Your mother brings you to bed, and no one dares to ask what happened. The icy moment of clarity sends a shudder rushing down your spine, so intense you flinch. Mother has been right all along. The confines of your room bring little solace, and the hours mesh together into a tireless loop.

When your mother returns in her hands, she carries hot tea and a slice of bread. You do not acknowledge her presence, so she settles on the edge of your bed instead. Her eyebrows pull as she contemplates her following words, a frown on her lips that does nothing to curb the terse silence.

"What happened?" She asks. The question's fair, but the line has blurred an unclear distinction between the Harkonnens psyche and your own. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing leaves you. How can one explain the Duke's son, his mother, or the aircraft?

It melts into nothing as the Harkonnen's memories sit in your brain, carrying them as your own. Your mother hovers her hand over your shin, and you stare at it with a downcast gaze. Looking up reveals the full scope of your tears, your head throbbing. Your mothers' eyes close for half a second as your arms wrap around her shoulders. She flinches first, her hands later snaking around you. The light squeeze she offers soothes your trembles.

"I—I have never seen such—malice, such disregard for life. Such brutality outside of self-defense," You sob into her shoulder as her hand moves up the base of your neck, supporting your head as if you were still a babe. Shifting down, you rest your head on her lap, and she rubs her hand across the top of your hair.

"I am so sorry you had to experience that, my love," She says. You do not see the confusion on her face as she tries to soothe you. Resembling the moments you would both share long before puberty arrived at your door.

"I'm sorry I did not listen to you, Mom. I just—" You pause at the crack of your voice, the burning sensation creeping up your throat with the watering of your eyes. Shaking your head, a dry chuckle leaves you in a poor attempt to mask your shakiness, "I really wanted my gift to mean something, but what I saw—Mom, I can't help anyone. Not when people like that are out there."

"Nonsense. You are special, my girl. You are destined for something amazing. No man nor Harkonnen is going to take that. Do you hear me?" She leans down by your ear with a warm tone. The small part of you nagging at your core, even in one of your most profound moments, still hiding a piece of yourself away from your mother. Closing your eyes, the room falls into a dark abyss, and your mind draws blanks for the first time in a long time.

When you wake from your dreamless slumber, silence becomes your companion. You make no attempt to move, the calm bringing a sense of solitude. Training with Chani, you silently thank her for not asking questions. The intense girl focuses solely on not allowing you to beat her. Neither of you yields, furthering the sparring match. Both your muscles ache, and you huff. You catch the faint sight of Stilgars suit. He moves so fast you barely see him. The lack of attention on Chani lands you on your back. She sweeps her leg at the floor before immediately aiming at you on the ground. You sigh before yielding. She has you.

Neither of you says a word as she offers her hand to help you from the ground. Jamis rushes by in the same direction as Stilgar, his stillsuit on—sword ready. Chani glances at you before you both rush to put on your stillsuits. You both move covertly as you find many of your people surrounding the Duke's son and his mother.

"—was there when you came to my father's council," Paul explains. Dirt marks his skin, and his mother wears deep bags beneath her eyes. Stilgar mocks Paul as though he did not immediately recognize him as Jamis grows bored of the conversation.

"Why are we waiting. Let's take their water," Jamis says, but Stilgar announces that no one can touch him. You frown at his words as whatever he refers to, you are not privy to the conversation.

"How can he be the Lisan's al-Gaib?"

"He hasn't proven himself."

"They are weaklings," Jamis unsheathes his sword disregarding the others as his eyes focus on Paul and his mother. You frown as your mother voices how she agrees with Jamis, "We cannot trust them, Stilgar."

"Enough!" Stilgar roars silencing your people before his eyes rest back on the remainder of the Atreides family. "That was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. He does not speak or act like a weakling. Nor did his father."

"My thumper saved his life," Jamis points out, but Paul frowns before speaking. He keeps his tone level as his eyes scan your people, "My friend saved our lives. She is amongst your people."

"Go back to reason, Stilgar. He speaks of an impossible journey undetected by our people. He's not the one," Jamis says. Unaware of your abilities as your people doubt Paul, it eases everything that has worried your mind. Who is aware, and who is pretending? Paul's mother steps forward, voicing their alliance, if your people help them, they will help your people. A relatively simple transaction, in theory.

"What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh?" Stilgar challenges, but you watch how Paul cannot remove his gaze from your father. You resemble him most while taking your mother's personality. "The boy is young. He may learn our ways. He may have sanctuary, but the woman is untrained and too old to learn."

Stilgar's words are clear, and your chest aches at the reality before you. Paul will not allow your people to kill his mother without a fight, and your people will give him that fight. Jamis goes for Lady Jessica; first, she maneuvers his arm away from her as she turns and reaches Stilgar, kicking out his back leg and bringing your leader to his knees. A knife at Stilgars throat, watching as Paul runs to the top of the split rock and aims down at your people. Closing your eyes, you focus on Paul before they open once more.

In the astral plane, you stand behind him as he aims down. Placing your hands on his shoulder, he flinches as you whisper, freeze.

Paul's eyes bounce frantically as he tries to catch sight of what constricts every muscle in his body at once. When you finally move into his view, he can only see your eyes as cloth hides most of your face.

"I am sorry, but my people come first," You whisper, looking down at Lady Jessica, who still holds your leader. Stilgar appears unfazed. He looks up at you without care. He eyes the blank space where no one but Paul can see. Yet Stilgar still finds a way to assert his awareness of your presence. You cannot hear what's said, but you release your hold as Stilgar cuts the top of his wrist, granting them countenance.

"(Y/n)," Paul whispers. Sheathing your knife, you stand, offering him a hand, which he takes. On his feet, Paul's hand lingers in your a second too long. You both freeze before swiftly pulling away.

"Only Stilgar and my parents know of my abilities. If you are to join my people, do know the secret of my capabilities keeps us all alive," You say, walking down the split rock without waiting for a response. Stilgar greets you both at the bottom of the rock. He commends your fast action before he turns to Paul.

"A gift. Give it to me. You will have your own maula pistol when you've earned it. Give it to me," Stilgar says as he places Chani in charge of Paul and Lady Jessica's entry of journeying with your people. You frown but say nothing as your mother joins your side. Jamis grimaces, his gaze unchanging. You take a cautious step toward him.

"Don't." You speak barely above a whisper. Your pointed stare only garners a chillingly calm glare.

Jamis speaks only for your ears. He stands rigid, "The boy clouds your judgment."

"Your anger clouds yours," You stand your ground, the air dry and thin as the attention shifts to the two of you.

"I will not have them," Jamis looks past you with a cold glare. One could mistake his stare for stoicism if not for the disdain that outlines his tone. He wants blood.

"Jamis, I have spoken. Be still," Stilgar's slow and gruff tone carries an authority you never dare to question. You look from Stilgar to Paul, uncertainty binding you both—bound by a nature beyond you.

"You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads, she bested you," Jamis speaks with a confidence you have only known Stilgar carry. You take a cautious step away from your mentor, your eyes locked on Stilgar. Stilgar does not move, his calm demeanor blanketing him, his ease clashing against the tension of Jamis's defiance. You can never grasp it, the pull that lingers around Stilgar, compelling all around him to listen. It's far more than his strength. You all know it, "I invoke the amtal."

Your eyes grow wide. Looking at Jamis, you open your mouth, but nothing leaves you. Stilgar's words do not reach you, the thumping in your chest ringing in your ears. Shifting your weight between your feet, you frown, the light trembling in your hand drawing your attention. None of it makes sense. Someone dies here today. You look down at your hand to find it still, yet a tremble still plagues you. Crossing your arms, you stand straight, wincing at the radiating pinch up your side as your body tenses.

You maintain a neutral stare, a glaze covering your eyes. A wall between your emotions and the others around you. The next few seconds blend in a disorienting haze. Paul shall be his mother's champion. You step back as he stares down at your mentor. The tremble of your hand still prevalent though your hand remains stagnant, heart beating in your ears at the speed of a sandworm though your chest reveals a steady rhythm.

"Poor thing, he looks terrified," Your father mutters, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your mother speaks with Jamis, insisting he revoke his challenge. A useless act, the challenge has been set—someone must die.

"Why do you say that?" You ask, looking at Paul, and your father speaks casually, "His eyes are glassy and cold while he keeps bouncing on the balls of his feet, heart probably racing. Then look at his hand. It's trembling."

#paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides imagine #dune #dune imagine #dune x reader #dune au #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée imagine #Duke Leto #Duke Leto imagine #oscar isaac #oscar isaac imagine #chani dune #chani imagine #zendaya #zendaya imagine #paul and chani imagine #duncan idaho #duncan idaho dune #Duncan Idaho imagine

[eu-nicola]

"Between visions." Paul Atreides x Princess Irulan (different ending)

summary: In a world of political intrigue and prophecies, Paul, Irulan, and Chani find themselves caught in a triangle of love and betrayal. As Paul grapples with his visions of the future and his relationship with Irulan transforms, Chani clings to hope for a family. As tensions escalate and secrets are revealed, the three struggle to find their place in the world.

warnings: eithout correcting, loss of a child, manipulation perhaps, and I think nothing else, if I forget something let me know.

From the moment Paul took Princess Irulan's hand, things certainly didn't improve, at least not for the princess. True, she was part of her husband's council, but what good did it serve her if her life was miserable and devoid of a shred of love or even attention to console her?

Paul's promises to Chani still echoed in Irulan's thoughts, whether she wanted them to or not. The princess was strong in mind and soul, that was what still kept her standing, and what was even more important was that she was very intelligent. She took all of this in stride, refusing to be affected by the fact that she was destined for a loveless marriage and without children.

Paul, on the other hand, began to have visions involving Irulan. Not just any visions, but rather of the princess with a swollen belly. Paul's interactions since then were more cautious and suspicious, simply from the thought that Irulan's belly might be carrying another man's child, perhaps an enemy's.

He didn't want to dwell on the issue any further and simply pushed it aside, but at the same time, he couldn't help but pay attention. Or at least that's what he wanted to do. The visions actually tormented him with possible futures, especially those in which Irulan's face reflected joy and wonder as she held a child, whose eyes gleamed with the same golden intensity as his own.

From that moment on, Paul made sure to make Irulan's life miserable, no matter how bad it made her feel, but he never planned to have children with her, ever. The only mother of his children would be Chani, the only woman he loved would be the true mother of his children.

Fearful of the implications of his offspring, Paul retreated into a distant and disdainful attitude towards Irulan. This distancing only fueled resentment between them, creating an emotional chasm that threatened to destroy the princess's loyalty. The princess sank into dark resentment. Amid whispers of the court, she pondered plans to weaken her position and undermine her confidence in Chani. Secret intrigues were woven in the palace corridors as the princess explored the possibility of winning the loyalty of those surrounding Paul. Jealousy and envy drove her to consider conspiring against him and Chani, seeking to undermine the connection that seemed unbreakable. An aura of betrayal hung over the princess, who delved into the shadows to reach her own dark objectives.

Despite the dark conspiracy weaving in her mind, the princess could not escape the internal conflict that enveloped her. Among the whispers of betrayal, an echo reminded her of the love she still felt for Paul, albeit distorted by ambition. Every step toward conspiracy was marked by hesitation, a shadow of doubt wavering in her heart.

The idealized love for Paul was perhaps even greater than her desires for betrayal. The princess sought a balance between her dark desires and the fragments of affection that resisted fading away completely.

•••••••••••••••••••

Paul, lost in his own world as the wind gently blew, delved into the depths of his visions, still trying to decipher the future. However, a shroud of uncertainty loomed, challenging his prescient abilities. In his heart, he began to doubt the certainties that had once seemed unshakable.

Days later, when the princess had vanished from his sight and retreated into her own world, Chani, in a moment of solitude, approached Paul with news that would change his beliefs about destiny. The bond between them had borne fruit, and she carried within her the gift of life. Paul, surprised by the news, momentarily thought that perhaps all this time his visions had been wrong and that what he desired was actually going to come true. That's what he wanted.

Poor Irulan had no choice but to remain silent in the face of the news, not even having words to say; she simply accepted the fate she had once already accepted.

The light in Paul's eyes intensified as he interacted with Chani, and his laughter, a rare presence until then, became more frequent. This change even extended to his relationship with Irulan. Impending fatherhood softened the sharp edges of the intricate political web that surrounded them.

The princess took every part that Paul offered her to feel complete, no matter what it was, even politics, something she truly loved and enjoyed doing.

As political tensions and future expectations converged in the Palace of Arrakis, the relationship between Irulan and Paul underwent a subtle metamorphosis. Moments of shared humor and complicity arising from Chani's pregnancy slowly transformed into a deeper connection between Irulan and Paul.

On a starry night, with the dunes illuminated by the moonlight, Paul and Irulan shared a singular encounter. Far from the political intrigues and responsibilities weighing on their shoulders, they found themselves in a quiet corner of the palace. The conversations that were once only held in council now flowed with an authenticity neither had experienced before.

The physical proximity between them became palpable, charged with unexpected energy. Comfortable silences intertwined with meaningful glances, revealing layers of mutual understanding that went beyond their predetermined roles. In that moment, Paul and Irulan realized the humanity they shared, regardless of the circumstances that had brought them together.

Under the cover of night, Paul and Irulan, propelled by a newly discovered emotional connection, shared an experience that defied expectations and the constraints of their world. A night that, in its intimacy, marked the beginning of something unexpected.

From Irulan's perspective, the night was an encounter with the naked truth of emotions. The walls she had built to protect herself from the complexities of love and vulnerability slowly crumbled. Each prolonged gaze was a step beyond the predefined limitations of her relationship with Paul. The physical closeness was an echo of the emotional connection that was developing, and in the stillness of the night, Irulan found herself contemplating the possibility of a different future than she had imagined.

For Paul, however, the night brought a profound revelation. Irulan's company, which had previously been confined to political duties and formalities, transformed into a source of comfort and understanding. The princess's warm laughter and sincere conversations were like a breath of fresh air amidst the intricate web of his responsibilities. He felt like he was betraying everything he wanted. But in that moment, as strange as it felt, he enjoyed the company of his wife.

The calm that had enveloped the night abruptly dissipated the next morning when Paul, engulfed in a mixture of confusion and anxiety, decided to withdraw early. His thoughts, usually sharp and prescient, became entangled in the uncertainty unleashed by the previous night. Without explanations or farewells, Paul departed, leaving Irulan alone with the morning shadows.

Hours later, Irulan, bewildered by Paul's absence and not fully understanding the reason behind his sudden departure, learned the tragic news. Chani, the bearer of new life, had lost the baby.

The devastating news enveloped the palace air with a veil of sadness. In their grief and confusion, Paul, prey to the irrationality of mourning, found a target for his frustration: Irulan. In his affliction, he blamed Irulan for the disconnect he felt between his visions and reality, a connection that, in his mind, could have altered the course of events.

Irulan, surprised by the unfair accusation, found herself caught in Paul's emotional storm. The tragedy had triggered a series of events that defied any logic, and while Chani mourned the loss of her child, the relationships between Irulan and Paul became fragile, shrouded in the pain and weight of unfounded guilt.

As the days passed, the relationship between Paul and Irulan grew increasingly tense. The shadows of accusation and loss cast a dark cloud over their connection, eclipsing the moments they had once shared. Miscommunication and distrust erected insurmountable barriers.

At the height of their estrangement, the princess found herself facing news that would completely change everything. She learned that she was pregnant. The uncertainty of the child's future added to the burden of her fractured relationship with Paul.

Upon confessing the news to Paul, the room filled with a heavy silence. The revelation unleashed a storm of emotions in both, as they faced the decisions they now had to make. The life growing in Irulan's belly became an unbreakable bond between them, despite the challenges they faced as a couple.

The news of the pregnancy acted as a catalyst, forcing Paul and Irulan to confront the complications of their relationship more directly. The weight of past accusations momentarily faded, making room for deep reflection on the meaning of life and the crucial decisions they had to make.

For her part, Irulan experienced a mixture of fear and hope. The responsibility of bringing a new life into the world forced her to confront her own dilemmas. The life growing inside her served as a constant reminder that all of this shouldn't have happened, yet it did.

Though content with this, the days of pregnancy passed in silence. Paul's absence, immersed in his own struggles and political responsibilities, left her to face the emotional and physical challenges of pregnancy alone. The loneliness became palpable in the silent nights and in the moments when doubts and fears enveloped her.

Although Irulan immersed herself in writing and reflection to fill the emotional voids, the lack of emotional support became a constant burden. The absence of a support network affected her maternal experience, leading her to question the decisions that led her down this solitary path.

Over time, the visions Paul had about Irulan had become reality. When the day came, Irulan, accompanied by the silent murmur of palace medical staff, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The room resonated with the emotional tension that hung in the air, while life flourished amidst the shadows of the past.

The little one, wrapped in the warmth of blankets, bore an astonishing resemblance to Paul. His presence in the room illuminated the space, dissipating the shadows that had darkened the path to this moment. Every familiar feature, from the deep eyes to the strands of dark hair, testified to Paul's legacy in the new life that had come into the world.

Irulan, holding the baby in her arms, found herself captivated by the expression of innocence on his face. The connection between mother and child transcended the complications of the past, and in that moment, she plunged into unconditional love that illuminated her own face, reflecting hope and the possibility of a different future.

••••••••••••••••

With the passage of time, Paul, facing the responsibilities of his office and the prescient visions that continued to guide his path, made a painful but inevitable decision to end his relationship with Chani. The deep connection they shared was overshadowed by political decisions and his life.

Irulan, always on the periphery of Paul's life, found herself transformed into the main companion in his life. The reconciliation born at the birth of their first child evolved over time. Paul, after overcoming the shadows of the past, found in Irulan a solid support and genuine connection.

Together, Paul and Irulan decided to expand their family, welcoming more children who filled the palace halls with laughter and joy. Each new birth represented an opportunity for redemption and the building of a united family. Though power and political intrigues persisted, the home Paul and Irulan built became a refuge.

As the family grew, Paul found in Irulan not only his life companion but someone to share joys and sorrows with, and a loving mother to his children.

Life led Paul down paths that transformed his feelings towards Chani. The pressures of leadership and constant political struggles created emotional distances between them. Responsibilities created a chasm, and political reality overshadowed the light of love that once flourished between them.

Chani, in turn, found in her loneliness and lack of emotional connection the need to seek comfort elsewhere. The emotional distance from Paul led her to explore new connections, and eventually, she fell in love with someone else. The search for understanding and affection led her to a relationship that filled the emotional void that persisted in her life.

The severing of ties between Paul and Chani was not simply a consequence of individual decisions but a complex dance of circumstances that life presented to them. Political designs and the inevitabilities of power transformed the nature of their love, leading them down separate paths.

Thus, amidst intrigue and change, both Paul and Chani found themselves on paths where life, with its unpredictable twists, led them to seek new forms of love and connection, leaving behind a story that was once the center of their lives.

Lastly, Irulan, far from being just a distant witness to Paul's life, became the protagonist of her own destiny. Redemption and love intertwined in her story, demonstrating that, despite some difficult moments after suffering, the good part always comes in the end. Both were committed to building a shared future, and so it was until the end of their days.

#fanfic #oneshot #imagine #paul atreides #princess irulan #chani kynes #paul x chani #timothée chalamet #florence pugh #zendaya #paulatrediesxirulan #paulatrediesxprincessirulan #dune part 2 #dune part two #dune movie #dune #paul atredies x reader

[lost-inthedream]

Love your sf9 stuff!

Was wondering if you could write an SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night?? Thank you!

Sorry for the late answer. Thank you for requesting!

SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night

Pairing: SF9 x female reader

Warnings: oral, fingering, masturbation, mentions of sex, everything in this piece happens with consent.

Bonus song rec: UFO, by Gemini ft. Seori.

smut content under the cut

Youngbin:

You deliberately wake him up, but with kind touches. Once he asks what the problem is, you say you need his help. "Nightmare??" he supposes pulling you closer, which obligates you to be explicit. He chuckles with a hint of malice and tells you to undress both of you then he is gonna do the job. The way he penetrates you is rather romantic at this time.

Inseong:

Waking him up is harder than you expected. However, the more you talk profanities into his ear as you lay very closer to him, the wetter you get. "You nasty" he finally moans back in a low tone. "Yes, I'm the nastiest!" you whine out excited. "Will you fuck yourself on my dick right now?" he asks with a jerk, knowing that this is all you want. You just need to climb on top of him.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon immediately smiles at your filthy approach under the sheets but he is lazy. He slowly palms you back to reach your folds. "Are you wet?" He sounds curious but also hazy. Anyways, he is pretty caring and starts pumping your hole with two fingers as soon he figures out that you are lubrificated.

Dawon:

This boy is easily woken up. The first complaint that reaches his ear gets him alert. "Yes, doll". When you kiss him in the mouth, he gets it right away. You won't even need to move, he blindly goes to your bottoms and removes them, you are curious to discover what's he's going for. Maybe he will eat you out, maybe he will tease your entrance with those thick fingers of his.

Zuho:

He wakes up so lost and confused, you have to kiss him into comprehension. Since your kiss is much dirtier than he expects in the middle of the night, he slowly understands that there's something off. He places his hand spread onto your butt cheek and massages its flesh. "Oh shit, my princess needs to be fucked back to sleep". He will do it still half-asleep and still clothed but it's perfect to have your eyelids heavy again.

Rowoon:

Dragging him out of dreamland this late is harder than anything. He turns to the side and purrs at your approach. You are almost giving up, resigned to only sucking on his fingers when he suddenly asks if you need your pussy eaten out. "Please, my love" you cry, pulling his damp fingers out of your mouth. He clumsily slides underneath the blanket, intruding between your legs.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang having a hard-on even though he is asleep is quite frequent. He often fix it without bothering you when his cock wakes him up. It goes differently when you are the one opening your eyes to your wet pussy instead. You palm him tenderly, with a pouty in your lips and kisses onto his neck. "What's it, baby girl?" he asks, feeling his member hardening into your fist. "Give it to me" you implore. Just a few more strokes and he stretches you out.

Hwiyoung:

He can't do nothing but whine once you interrupt his rest so you apologize. It's embarrassing but you're still very needy. You spread your legs, intent on taking care of yourself when Youngkyun start sucking on your shoulder and covers your hand with his. He stops the circles you were making with your fingers and checks your arousal without a word. Your fluids are enough to coat his digits thus he rubs your clit with ease.

Chani:

You all have established something similar to free use, hence you start touching his body as your whines fill the room. He takes a while to wake up, you humping his front with effort. At some point, he hisses a curse and grinds back on you before sliding his hand between the two of you. Just a small movement and his half-hard shaft is free for you to play with.

#sf9 smut #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #youngbin smut #inseong smut #jaeyoon smut #dawon smut #zuho smut #yoo taeyang smut #hwiyoung smut #chani smut

[yzuposts]

a Star Wars x Dune Crossover

Paul meets Anakin. They race through the desert; Anakin with a droid and Paul on a worm

can you IMAGINE the Bene Gesserit meeting the Jedi? "hmm... the force is strong with this one." [tries to recruit Obi-Wan to the breeding program] Obi-Wan doesn't know what to say, and Mace Windu is wryly amused

but OH HOW THE TURN TABLES! Soon Mace Windu is the slightly alarmed one after they see him duel

Chani and Padme can bond over dying in childbirth for Extremely Important Twins!

House Harkonnen will ally with the Sith

The Baron and Palpatine are both ugly old farts who can exchange manipulation tactics and gossip about Feyd-Rautha and Darth Maul while said sociopaths fight to the death enjoy a nice play date

The Fremen learn how to use the Force

Chaos abounds; Irulan chronicles it

#dune part 2 #dune #dune part two #dune part one #star wars #baron vladimir harkonnen #feyd rautha #palpatine #anakin skywalker #anakin #padme amidala #anakin and padme #chani #paul and chani #the chosen one #lisan al gaib #imagine #star wars imagine #dune imagine #no but what if the fremen could use the force #that would be so fucking amazing

[yootaesowlwrites]

Boxing - Kang Chanhee

W/C: 4.4K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Warnings: Warnings: Smut, vein kink, pet.nicknames, nudism, cum tasting, teasing, dirty talk, arm riding, dick licking, slightly rough handling, hint of mirror sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You have been dying of curiosity to see Chani during his boxing sessions ever since he started practising, you only got some glimpses and glances from the videos his trainer had posted, but never anything from Chani himself, so when you had asked one day as he was heading to a session if you could come along, Chani had shrugged before saying; “I don’t see why you can’t come along,” And that was how you had found yourself inside the boxing gym sitting out of everyone’s way, but still you had managed to have a great view of Chani.

Sweat coated his skin, and his hair was sticking to his forehead as he moved around to avoid being hit and then threw a punch himself, his body movement was controlled, and you could see the focus on his face as he kept watching for when he would be swung at before he would hit the focus mitts his trainer wore. You were just as focused, but you were focused on him and his body, your eyes could see the veins on his arms becoming prominent the longer he trained, and suddenly you had wished you had stayed home instead.

You sit straighter and grip the bench you were seated on and squeeze your legs together while crossing your ankles, hoping nobody would pick anything up, and luckily, it seemed like they were all too engrossed by their training to notice you getting hot and bothered by your boyfriend’s training. You bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from making any noise and possibly gaining attention from the entire room, but fuck, you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to hold on without completely losing your mind, you already had an ache you needed to tend to, but nowhere to go and tend to it.

Just when you thought you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, you watch as he bows to his trainer before removing his gloves, a sight of relief leaves your lips and you closer your eyes and take in slow deep breaths to try and calm yourself, you could feel your shirt starting to cling to your back from how warm your skin had become.

“Finished for the day,” Chani’s voice breaks you out from your train of thoughts, and you instantly lift your head to look up at him as he stands in front of you. “Are you okay?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Are you sure, you seem tense, and it seems like you’re hot also…” He trails off before slowly blinking. “I mean temperature-wise, you’re always hot physically, I… do you know what I mean?”

“I, uh yeah, yeah, I know what you mean,” You quickly say. You instantly relax your legs before releasing the bench from the vice grip hold you had on it before standing. “I’m okay, the gym just feels a little hot, that’s all,” He nodded his head, not completely believing you, but he didn’t want to push it too much. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes, let’s go,” He says and reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwine with yours, and he leads you out of the gym and towards the company car that was waiting for you both, you had thanked the stars and heavens that nobody had followed him and you both could be left in peace, otherwise someone would have surely noticed the state you were in. The ride home went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were entering your place with him behind you.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” You mumble as you take off your shoes and socks before moving further into your home. Chani watches as you practically jog towards the bathroom before he removes his shoes and socks as well, leaving his gym bag at the door before making his way towards the bathroom.

“Y/n, is something wrong?” He asks as he pushes the door open, his eyes widen at the sight of you completely naked and about to climb into the tub that was filling with water. “I…” He was shocked, it wasn’t like this was the first time he saw you naked, it was more the shock of not expecting it.

“Chanhee…” You mumble, trying not to let it sound like a whine. “I… I need a moment,” He steps into the bathroom and moves closer to the tub, he moves his eyes over your body and watches as your legs are squeezed together, he should have picked this up back in the gym, why hadn’t he caught on?

“You’re going to need more than a moment,” He mutters before reaching for the tap to shut the water. He turned to you, and you could see his eyes had darkened, he had figured out what was happening to you, why you were acting so strange and what you were about to do. “You could have just said so, you didn’t need to tend to yourself alone,” He steps closer, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin from his intense gaze, he moves around you before you feel his hands touch the top of your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms. “What caused it?” You feel him press his front against your back, his breathing hits the shell of your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

“You…” You breathe out and shut your eyes. “The way you… The way you moved during your lesson, the focus, the intense look you had,” You feel his hands slide back along your arms before they move over your chest and cup your breasts, your head drops and you open your eyes. “The veins on your arms…” You watch and feel as he squeezes your breasts, watching his muscles bulge along with the veins on his arms. “Chanhee…”

“You like how they look?” He asks. He slides his thumbs over your nipples, rubbing the hardening buds slowly. “Anything else?” You were having trouble focusing as he continued to rub over your nipples.

“The way your hair stuck to your face from the sweat,” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He releases one of your boobs, and you feel your stomach begin to do flips as he slides his hand over your ribcage and down your stomach, his hand slowly moves over your mound before you step your legs apart to give him easier access, his fingers slide over your folds, and he could feel how wet they already were.

“Hmm,” He hums before moving his fingers between your folds and dragging them along your pussy, gathering your juices onto his fingers. “This wet, just because of that,” He slides his fingers to your entrance and presses down against it, making your back arch at the feeling that went through you, the sloshing sound of your wetness goes through the air.

“Chanheeee…” You moan and tilt your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes. “Fuck, Chanhee…” He pulls his hand away from your pussy, and you feel his arm brush against your stomach, you instantly open your eyes and slightly turn your head to see him push his fingers into his mouth. “Fucking… Chanheeee…” You try to pull out from his grip, but his grip around you tightens, and you feel his hand squeeze your boob. “Fuuuck, oh, fuck.”

“You’re so deliciously wet,” He says after he has pulled his fingers from his mouth. “Before you take your bath, let’s go to the bedroom first and give you a proper reason to take a bath,” You feel your insides doing another flip before he guides you out of the bathroom and right into the door across from the bathroom, which was the bedroom. He leads you closer to the bed before he sits down and reaches for the hem of his shirt, you watch as he pulls it off to reveal his torso and upper arms which had become toned from all his boxing sessions.

“I…” Was what you managed to get out as you watched him drop his shirt onto the floor next to the bed, he leaned slightly forward and extended one of his arms, and formed a fist, which automatically caused the veins on his arms to bulge.

“Is this what turned you so on, Y/n?” He asks and looks up at you, his lips are in a tight line and his eyes are dark and clouded with lust. “Come on, feel it,” You begin to reach with your hands. “Ah, not with your hands,” You pause and watch as his eyes travel down your body and pause at your mound. “With your pretty slick pussy.”

“Chanhee, fuck, do you want me to rub myself on your arm?” You ask, your sentence was fast, and he had barely caught what you had asked. A smirk begins to form on his lips.

“I want you to ride it as if it’s my cock,” He says. You weren’t completely sure what had come over you, but for a split moment, it felt like your entire world had stopped along with your breathing, the way he so casually said that. “Come on, don’t you want to feel it?” You slowly step forward and move over his arm, his arm brushes against either side of your thigh before you feel him lift it and press it against your pussy.

“Oh, my fucking gosh, Chanhee…” You breathe out as you feel his arm move between your folds and spread open around his forearm. “Oh, my fucking…” You swore you could feel the vein on his arm rub against your clit, he places his other hand on your hip and presses his fingers into your skin before slowly making you move back and forth over his arm. “Oh, my… oh, fuck, so good,” You never thought that rubbing yourself on his arm would feel so good, that it would feel so intoxicating.

“You’re so wet, you’re slicking up my entire arm,” He says as he watches his arm begin to glisten from your juices. You reach up with one hand and cup your breast, pressing your fingers into it before moving them to give your nipple attention. “You’re being so naughty also, playing with yourself as you’re riding my arm,” You could feel your skin only heating up more, and you began rolling your hips over his arm faster. “Fuck, the sounds, baby,” The sound of your juices sloshing sounded sinful, but it only encouraged you to keep rolling your hips.

“Chanhee, oh, fuck, Chanhee…” You pant out, your heart is drumming loudly inside your chest, and your breathing is getting louder and quicker as the seconds pass. “OHhh, fuck, I…” You pinch your nipple before tugging on it, which sends a shockwave down to your pussy. “I’m, I…” Your clit was throbbing as his arm continues to rub over it, the constant stimulation against the bundle of nerves was making your mind spin.

“That’s it, keep going,” He says, he could feel his cock growing hard in his sweatpants as he was getting turned on by the sight of you rolling your hips over his arm. “You look so pretty right now,” You could feel tension building inside you as an orgasm grows, you grab onto his shoulder with your other hand. “Are you getting close?”

“I… y-yes,” You stutter as you curl your toes in pleasure. “Ohhh, fuck, fuck, it’s so good,” A tingling sensation slowly begins creeping up your legs, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you were going to be a bigger mess than you already were. “Oh, arghmm,” Your lids flutter as you push your hand against your breast, releasing your nipple to focus on the feeling about to hit. “Ch-Chanhee,” Your nails dig into his shoulder as you feel the hot, tingling sensation hit the tension inside you. “FUCK!” Your legs shake beneath you as the tension snaps inside you, you can feel your legs shake beneath you, threatening to give out underneath you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall tightly shut and stars explode behind them.

“That’s it, baby, just like that, make a big mess on my arm,” He says, urging you on. Your mind feels like it’s going through the clouds, and for a split second your body felt light, as if it was floating through the skies. “Doing so good, baby,” His words only encouraged you and got you through the remainder of your high. You swear you could hear the sound of your blood pumping through your veins as you were going through your high.

“CHANHEE!” You moan before leaning forward as your body begins coming down from the high, your hips stop moving against his arm, only for him to start sliding his arm back and forth against you to get you through the last few seconds. “F-FUCK!” Your entire body felt hot, and the sweat that decorated your skin felt sticky. “Chanhee…” You open your eyes and look down at him through hooded eyes.

“Felt good?” He asks as he slowly pulls his arm away, you instantly push your legs together to try and replicate the warmth you had felt, but it doesn’t feel the same.

“So good…” You mutter. He hums before placing his other hand on your hip and guides you to sit down on the bed next to him, you can feel his wet arm rub against your stomach as he pulls his hand back. “Fuck, that… that’s so hot, Chanhee,” You feel him get up and lift your head to watch him, your eyes fall to his hands and watch as he pushes down his sweatpants along with his underwear, and his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, leaving a small glistering splatter of pre-cum behind. “Fuck…” Your eyes moved to his arm, and you could feel your juices coating it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You close your eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath as you grip the edge of the bed, you feel his legs press against yours before his hand cups your jaw and lifts your head, you open your eyes and look up at him, the sight… intoxicating.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks. You could feel his fingers gently press into your jaw, the look he had was stern, but his eyes were soft as he waited for your answer.

“So fucking okay,” You breathe out before moving your eyes over his chest and down his stomach, taking in the happy trail that had grown there before your eyes catch the head of his cock. “Fuck… Can I?” He releases your jaw and your head drops to take in his hard length in front of you.

“Go ahead,” He says, and moves his hand to the back of your head. You reach up and wrap your fingers around his length, feeling the prominent vein on the underside of it, you instantly press your thumb against it and slide your hand along his length tracing over the vein. “Ohh, that feels good, so good,” You lean closer and lift your gaze to look up at him, and see him watching you intensely. You slide your tongue out from your mouth and press it against the slit of his cock, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum. His lids flutter as you slide the tip of your tongue along the slit. “O-oh, fu-fuck, your ton-tongue…” He takes in a shuddering breath before you circle your tongue around the head of his cock, you slide your tongue down his cock, pausing when you reached your hand before sliding your tongue back to the tip of his cock. “Ohh, aghmm.”

“You taste so good, Chanhee,” You say before pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly lick along it, you feel his fingers press down against your scalp.

“Fuck, fuck, your tongue always feels so good, baby,” He says. “It makes me so needy for you, to feel you around me,” His grip on your head tightness before you feel his hand drop to the back of your neck. “Bend over for me,” You pull back from his cock and release it.

“Over the bed?” You slowly ask. He nods his head, and you slowly get up from the bed, which seemed to have been a little too slow for his liking, his grip on your neck tightens slightly before he pushes you down against the bed with your ass in the air, his hand slides away from the back of your neck and down your spine before you felt him grab a handful of your asscheek and release it seconds later.

“It looks like you could just suck me right in,” He says. You feel him slide his cock between your folds, coating himself with your juices, and slowly move himself back and forth. “Fuck, so good…” You could feel his cock rub over your clit, which was causing a tightening feeling to build inside you already. “Ready?”

“Fuck, yes,” You moan and shut your eyes as you feel the head of his cock slide towards your entrance and slowly begin pushing his cock inside you, you grab onto the sheets and curl your fingers into it. “Oh, fuck, Chanhee…” You could feel his cock slowly stretching you out and filling you. “So good, oh, my…” His hands move to your waist before he fully sinks into you, and pauses for a few moments. You open your eyes and blink several times as you adjust to him inside you, your breathing is hard, and your heart is pounding loudly. The room temperature felt like it had been turned up all the way. “Move, please move,” You feel him slowly slide out of you halfway before he thrusts back at a faster pace.

“Fuck, oh, yes,” He moans as he hears your juices squelch with each thrust. “Fuck, so wet, so fucking soaked because of me,” You could feel his cock rubbing almost all the right spots inside you as he was rolling his hips into yours.

“More, fuck,” You gasp out as your back arches with pleasure. You feel his fingers dig a little harder into your skin before you feel his pace pick up, the sound of skin hitting against skin fills the room along with the sinful sounds of your wetness squelching, his balls slapped against your pussy lips, and you could feel your juices splattering against your inner thighs. “Chanheeee,” You curl your toes against the floor as you feel a tingling sensation travel up your spine.

“Fuck, do you need more?” He asks between thrusts. He was breathing hard and his mind spins as he felt your juices coat his thighs. “Let me show you something,” He mumbles before you feel his arms wrap around you and pull you upwards and against him, one of his hands moves to cup your breast and squeeze it while the other stays on your stomach. “Keep your eyes open,” He turns you and has you facing the full-length mirror.

“Oh, fuck,” You gasp as the veins on his arm stand out as he gripped onto your tit, your eyes travel a little lower and pause at his hand on your stomach.

“Lower,” He groans into your ear. You look lower and feel your breathing pause for a few seconds as you see his cock disappear and reappear inside you, glistening with your juices. Your walls clench around him and your clit twitches, the sight causes your stomach to twist, and you could feel the tension inside you growing at a rapid pace, and you continue to watch. “Pretty sight, isn’t it?” You reach up with one hand to grip onto his forearm. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

“Chhaaanhheeee!” You whine and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking, argmmm,” You lean your head back against his shoulder as you force yourself to keep watching, the sight was making your mind fog up. “I’m gonna…” You feel his hand on your stomach slide lower, his fingers slowly travel over your mound, and you watch as they get closer and closer to your clit. “Fuck…” Your back arches against him as his fingers make contact with your throbbing clit.

“That’s it, see how pretty that is?” He asks. He was rubbing wide circles around your clit, teasing you as he was thrusting in and out of you. “Fucking beautiful,” Your eyes shut from the pleasure, and you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you feel him take the little nub between his fingers and pull on it slightly.

“CHANHEE!” You scream at how good it felt. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close, Chanhee, oh my fucking…” You feel him turn you again before you were pushed back against the bed, his hand releases your boob, and you feel him move it to grip your hip.

“Then do it,” He says. His thrusts were hard and precise, his fingers continued to toy with the bundle of nerves, and you were slowly losing it. “Cum for me,” You feel him shift slightly and the head of his cock hits right against your sweet spot, stars instantly explode behind your lids, and you feel your legs shake.

“CHANHEE!” You cry as you come undone, the tension inside you snapping and sending you over the edge of ecstasy. “CHANHEE, OH, FUCK!” You grab onto the sheets and twist it between your fingers, pulling at it. “UHM!” Your mind felt like it was high in the clouds as your body shook with pleasure, you weren’t even sure how you were still standing. “FUCKING!”

“That’s it, good girl, you’re doing so good,” He says, encouraging you through your high. “Fuck, it feels so good,” He was mercilessly rubbing your clit, and you were squirming from all the stimulation you were feeling. His movements became quicker as he felt his balls slowly begin to tighten, and his mind was slowly slipping. “Fuck, you just feel so good…” Your walls were pulsing around him, and it was slowly driving him closer to his release.

“CHANHEE!” You cry out as your muscles tighten before your entire body slowly relaxes, and you begin coming down from the high. “Chanhee!” You could feel him struggling to continue rubbing your clit as he was starting to chase his high. “Shit, oh, my… So good…” His mind was becoming cloudy with pleasure, and he could feel the tightening feeling slowly travelling, along his length to the tip of it.

“Fuck… I’m gonna…” He grunts before you feel his finger pausing against your clit and his grip on your hip tighten more. “FUCK!” His hips sloppily thrust against you and moments later you feel one hard thrust. “FUCK!” His cock twitch inside you, and you feel his load spill into you. “Fuck, YES, ohh,” His thrusts became uneven, trying to get himself through the high was going through. “Hmm, ohmm, uh,” His movement begins to slow down before he completely stops, his hand falls away from your pussy and his grip on your hip loosens. He leans over you, and you can feel how hot his body was against yours, and how his front stuck to your back from the amount of sweat. You were both breathing hard and taking a moment to catch your breath, the room slowly began to cool down, and you could feel the air starting to nip at your wet skin.

“Chanhee…” You whisper and slowly find his hand that was pressed against the bed. “That was so good,” You squeeze the top of his hand before you feel him get off on top of you. He slowly slides out from you, and you could feel your mixed juices run over your pussy, the feeling of it makes you squeeze your legs together.

“It’s cute how you still react to that,” He says, and wraps his arm around you to pull you upwards and against his side. “Let’s go take that bath now?” You nod your head, leaning against him before slowly making your way to the bathroom. Your legs feel shaky as you make your way across the hallway, and back into the bathroom, he guides you towards the toilet and lifts the toilet seat before carefully letting you sit down. “But let me just warm it up a little.”

“Right, that’s definitely needed,” You say, remembering you had only opened the cold water. You watch as he turns away from you and makes his way to the tub and open the warm water. “Your back… it just looks so good also,” He looks over his shoulder at you.

“Is it also turning you on?” He asks. You bite your lower lip as you think it over before shaking your head and releasing your lip.

“Not as much,” You say. You finish on the toilet and flush it before making your way towards him. “But it could, it really could,” You place your hand on his mid-back. “Maybe leave a few scratches?” He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him.

“Tempting,” He says. “Very tempting, but maybe later,” You nod your head before stepping into the tub with his help. “Does it feel okay?” You nod your head with a soft hum, and he leans over to close the water. He climbs into the tub behind you and sits down before you sit down between his legs. “Do you feel okay?” He wraps his arms around you and moves his hands to your inner thighs, you could feel his fingers rub against your pussy lips.

“Hmm, I feel more than okay,” You say. “I might want to ride your arm a lot more now,” He hums, and you feel his lips touch the back of your shoulder, you feel his nose brush against your skin, which makes you take in a deep breath of content.

“I wouldn’t mind if you do,” He whispers before gently kissing your shoulder, you lean fully against him and turn your head so you can see his face, making him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“How do you feel?” You ask. The moment just felt so right with him, this soft moment that wasn’t always seen or shown to everyone. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, I feel great,” He says. “I just didn’t know taking you with me would lead to this,” You smile and softly shake your head. “I might just invite you along a little more often.”

#Chani imagine #Chani imagines #Chani scenario #Chani Scenarios #Chani Smut #Chani oneshot #Chani oneshots #Chani one shot #Chani one shots #SF9 imagine #SF9 imagines #SF9 scenario #SF9 scenarios #SF9 smut #SF9 one shot #SF9 oneshot #SF9 one shots #SF9 oneshots

[controld3vil]

popcorn bucket

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (ALL platonic) synopsis: dune dune DUNE. thats it. notes: this completely out of genre for me but i genuinely really like these actor!reader fics !! they're soooo good. and the reader is intended to be gender neutral :D OH and no beta read..

"Maude, a.k.a Maude'Dib for Nerdist!" There was a laugh coming from Rebecca Ferguson as you situated yourself next to her. "Hi! How are you guys?" The blonde woman who supposedly to be your interviewer, Maude Garrett, warmly welcomes the two of you with friendly gestures. "This is my first one of these,"

"This is my second actually," you recuperate back a loveable grin, scouting your back towards the chair. "For you... I'd imagine," then cast a glance to your seatmate, for her response.

"I've been doing them but this is my first." As Rebecca situates herself, holding her phone in one hand, and you, patting any creases found on your trousers. "I'm- I'm down to it - I'm googling..."

A short pause but no matter, as you leaned towards Rebecca's screen and read it out loud. "Dune's Popcorn Bucket,"

"Yeah I don't understand, what's happening?" she shifts the screen for you to have a better look before looking up at the interviewer in pure confusion and bizarreness. You knock your head sideways, trying to discern the confusing photo. A small pout forms on your lips as your brain toggles what exactly you're looking at.

"Oh, you don't know about the AMC popcorn bucket?!" The kind woman exasperates, eyes widening in pure surprise.

Not a second later, your eyes look up at the revelation. "Oh, I see it now!"

Rebecca lifts up her phone and presents what the two of you are looking at. "I'm seeing something but I'm not sure what's going on? What it is?" She still didn't understand what it was and you swirled your hips towards her in a swooshing motion.

"You're supposed to put your hand in there and eat the popcorn," Pivoting your head a little, a grimaced look is plastered on your face. "It's the worm!" The camera zooms into your disturbed expression and then cuts to the Garrett looking straight at them, giving a moment for the audience to register what had happened.

Your costar turns to you and her expression quickly switches to a mischievous one. "Oh." Your strained childish smile almost falters as you try to hold your laugh in.

A few significant chuckles from the blonde interviewee while Rebecca looks back and forth from the film crew to you, her, and the camera. "I don't think they had an intern that had a, you know, "different mindset"."

"How uhm,"

"Interesting!

"Sensual!" A short muffled laugh escapes your laugh coming off as a snort as you instinctively cover your mouth out of embarrassment. Rebecca's word of choice definitely caught you off guard which caused some ruckus behind the camera as well.

"How sensual! That's the perfect word for it," The camera pans towards your red puffed cheeks, looking forward nodding alongside the interviewee who is taking the conversation so charismatically well.

"Yes! Yes!"

"You could say you have to ride the sandworm to earn your spots," Garrett teasingly says while Rebecca and you nod in agreement.

"Well look at that. That's what happened back in the days of MGM, but thankfully we've moved on," she replies tiddling with the toothpick in her mouth as you held your breath for a second. A delayed puff comes from Garrett, looking at the actress beside you in shock.

To say the three of you had a blast through the next hour of the interview.

In another interview, you were paired up with Josh Brolin who had played Gurney Halleck. In respect of your character, his pupil, you couldn't help but feel excited because in very few instances had they given you the chance to be in an interview with him.

Lainey Lui who was eager to talk the both of you, sat across from you both in front of a majestic poster of the project. The title, Dune Part Two was shown in its iconic font. The background was a still of one of the sets used in the film which displayed muted colors and curves.

The woman briefly introduced herself and you did the same. Spotting Brolin, you give a small wave before taking the seat beside him where he earnestly wraps his arm around your back. In full comfort and level of readiness, you felt the tiny jitters fly away.

"It's nice to see you two! So what about introducing Gurney and being able to reunite with someone that means so much to him?"

With a variety of cast members, the film was expansive to bring its sets to life. You felt it on day one of filming the first Dune movie. Yet you become more determined to do more when the production of the second film comes. It was phenomenal teamwork, from the film and cast crew. People in wardrobe and makeup were dedicated to making the costumes feel authentic and lived in. The works of Denise Villeneuve is something you've been fascinated with for a while, dating back to his early works.

It all comes back circle to Josh Brolin, remembrance in all of the heartfelt scenes he had done with Timothee of Gurney's and Paul's reunion. He reminds the interviewee that Paul's relationship with him is strong and familial. And that initially the scene was improvised due to their filming schedule.

"He really is like an anchor for him." "Yeah because for the past nine months, he's been spiraling and lost his family." Brolin nods in agreement, making an analogy with his fingers swirling down in a circle. You couldn't help but feel captivated about what they said, placing an elbow on your knee to better listen.

"And- This means no offense to your character!" Lui, the interviewer almost frantically calls out, moving the attention to you. And suddenly you wake from your trance of listening to being pulled back to their conversation.

"Oh no no! Not at all!" As you try to sweep the worry off, waving your hands in a panic.

A soft chuckle erupts from Brolin, seeing how almost innocently you want to pay no heed to the attention. "Of course, Gurney's moment with Paul could never amount to his and Nerre's- I mean I think their relationship really evolved in this movie than the last one," He sarcastically dismissed, crossing his arms while you dramatically gape at your co-star.

"Of course it did! What are you tryna to say, Brolin?" You leaned forward in your chair towards his direction almost like a child would when wanting to make a point.

"Come on, I hope you're not choosing favorites between your family," The interviewee cutely teases, giving a smile.

"I just think- You know for not having to see him for so long, you could've," It was a tiny joke you and the cast had made before while filming the exact scene he had discussed. In a similar scene to where Paul reunites with Gurney, he reunites with Nerre, your character, his pupil, and has been a father figure too. Shoots were slightly rocking as your reaction to seeing Gurney for the first time on the scene didn't go as satisfactory as Denise Villeneuve had intended. Instead, the two of you (and very much of the crew) couldn't stop giggling at your attempted sad faces. Nerre in the final cut, when meeting Gurney becomes teary-eyed and ultimately cries in his arms. While in actuality, you couldn't take it seriously enough to go rushing to give Brolin a hug. "Put much more of an effort to look happy?"

"That!" You wave an X with both arms, embarrassed how your own co-star would drag you out like this. "I say was very much my fault but we got the take in the end!"

"Sure we did," The older actor aimlessly nods, not once believing your words, having the biggest grin on his face. Evidently, the interview goes smoothly with occasional hits and jabs between the both of you regarding your performance. And sooner it comes full circle back to you and the dynamic of Gurney and Nerre.

"As you've said earlier," your head snaps back to the male actor poignantly, as if mocking, "I don't think Gurney and Paul's relationship would deter anything with Nerre. They're very tight-knitted because we are all family essentially," You spread your hands out as if mimicking a large circle, "I know a lot of people wanted to see Gurney and Nerre's growth and I'm glad we got to see that. But it's essentially Paul that we're seeing spiral toward madness. So it makes sense to see him meeting Gurney more meaningful."

"Yes, it really shows the stakes they all have to deal with!"

"Exactly, my point!" One last look from Brolin as he makes eye contact with you before raising his hand for a high five. Were you now going to compete for Josh Brolin's favoritism against Timothee without his acknowledgment? Of course, you are.

Out in the deserts of Abu Dhabi, the vast bodies of sand were infinite. Much of the crew delivered and prepared props, and essential needs as their number one priority. In it's hot weather and shivering nights, the film production didn't discover much disturbance from the weather. It was rather quite pleasant under it's wake luckily. Some crew were happily taking pictures and filming some of the crew walking around to promote their upcoming project.

"This costume rocks!" You jump off from a small rock platform into the frame of the vertical camera focus and give two thumbs up. You then waved towards the cameraman with an enthusiastic smile. "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" Rebecca Ferguson's shout can be heard on the other side of the set as the view pivots towards her in full costume of robes and blue tattoos. "Another day of shooting!"

Day in and out, the production in Abu Dhabi was fun for you. It wasn't much of a nuisance you had feared due to the sand and hot weather but surprisingly pleasant with the luminescent scenery always present behind every camera view.

In another clip, it's shown in the grand hall at the climax of the movie. Where the massive amount of extras were standing, circling the space in the middle for the camera crew to shoot. Timothee was off in the background, practicing his moves with Austin Butler who supposedly would have a spontaneous battle against each other. On the side, you were happily chatting with Florence Pugh in her exquisite attire as Princess Irulan and Christopher Walken were only a few steps behind. You looked beyond curious and happy. A cute short was captured of you trying to poke the small blades on Florence's costume.

The camera expands to reveal all of the other cast such as Zendaya and Rebecca and Javier Bardem chatting. And Denise Villeneuve improvising a scene with Josh Brolin.

Lastly an endearing story comes from your story of Zendaya dragging you with water as you try your best to stand on your feet. You forget who had your phone (Was it Timothee? Or Josh Brolin?) but they were behind the camera, following you around as you struggled to walk to the table full of water cauldrons.

Zendaya was by your side, having a hand on your back, says, "Come on, you can do it!" An determined yelp for your name and you childishly groan.

"I feel like my legs are gonna fall off!"

"You should've taken more water with you kid!" It was Brolin's voice from the far right which confirms Timothee was the one behind the camera. The set production was a few feet, resulting in why cast members always to bring water. Yet from an odd perspective, you had tired yourself out too much. It was as if you had just run a ten-meter run.

Though it felt a marathon, you were doing fall stunts constantly up and down the hills of sand. And to say you were exhausted was an understatement. A chuckle erupts and the air feels lighter when Javier Bardem arrives into frame, seeing your poor state.

"Drink some more water!"

As your next story slides to you chugging down a full hydro flask of water like an animal thirsting for air. Your female costar beside you looked at you in horror, almost terrified of stopping you.

"Hey slow down!"

This wasn't the final moment of your press for the film. However, it was the most captivating and relishing one. In the room full of your favorite people and an interviewee dedicated to the works of Dune, Naz Perez, you all delved into the complex characters you all portrayed onscreen and discussed the juggling topics of characters, love, and how to ride a sandworm.

One by one, the woman pointed out interesting questions for all of your cast to expand upon and you couldn't help but be pulled into a trance to what everyone said. From the dynamics of the new characters beginnings to the interior struggles they had, the room felt revelating of the dedicated work of Denise Villeneueve.

Until Perez perfectly transitions her attention to you after listening to Austin Butler's performance. "Speaking of elevating performances," A few of the people on the couch cooed and awed as you bashfully clamped your hands together in an innocent manner. Your name is spoken out. "Nerre's transformation in Part Two is really eye-opening. For someone who had started out as a young, skilled, and playful warrior to a more serious and revengeful one, how do you think they helped Nerre evolve as a person?"

"I've wanted to point this out before, yeah Nerre kind of starts out a free-willed comedic character," You nod trying to find the right words to describe your interpretation of your character. "But then after "losing" Gurney and being separated from everyone, they could only look forward towards the perpetrators which were the Harkonnen. And for that, they're consumed with the idea of revenge, taking back what was once theirs, their home. You see this when Paul or the other Fremen question their motives because that's a dark path to go by," Each person you mentioned turn their heads to listen to your words carefully, knowing how dedicated you were to the film.

"Right, and for better and or for worse, they have matured. They're being front about the decisions being made, and what's happening in Arrakis, so tell me the conflicts they must've had to deal with others."

"Mmm I would say a lot of their internal turmoil " You were hesitant to say if it was going to spoiler territory. But glancing towards everyone, made you feel assured you were doing fine. "Is always guarded against others. But upon the last film, I believe the revelation of the destruction of House Atreides opened their eyes to first found war. And it terrifies them you know, you have to put in perspective they were young teenagers. So seeing that and then meeting these new characters who are vastly different and want for change, motivates them to induce war. So it brings conflict to almost everyone because war will attract more chaos." You attempt to piece together your last remaining sentences, looking up and down at the interviewer.

"No words can be better said," Perez dazedly comments, placing a hand over her heart you flaunt lovingly. "Reminds me of a certain psycho."

"Right! You know Feyd-Rautha and Nerre could've been besties!" You snapped your fingers which made both Zendaya and Florence burst out laughing. While Austin stares at you smiling, nodding in agreement.

#dune part two #dune #dune x reader #dune x you #dune imagine #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader #zendaya #zendaya x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #dune cast #paul atreides #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x reader #feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #Feyd-Rautha #chani kynes #chani x reader #princess irulan #irulan x reader #gurney halleck #lady jessica #stilgar #im delulu

[spasmsofthought]

revelation (paul x chani)

Short and (not) sweet. Let me know what you think! xo

Also on Ao3 here

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Chani has always known, she thinks. 

Arrakis is so beautiful when the sun is low, with the spices rolling over the sand and just barely glimmering in the fading light. But now, looking over the dunes that have always been her home, she can't see the beauty. She sees how her land has been ravaged. She sees that her home will never be hers. She sees the pain of all the people who will have died for nothing. 

All of her life she has been fighting. All of it has been in vain. 

Her heart is both burning and frozen.

From one oppressor to another, one Great House to the next. It will never end, she thinks, and her people will not see the freedom that was supposed to be theirs.

Looking back, she starts to pinpoint why there was always dread when she woke him from a dream. Why the inevitability of things started to become greater than the possibility of them.

He gave himself to her, and she realizes it wasn't enough. It won't ever be enough. Things will never be the way they are supposed to be -- full and deep and equal -- when he cannot return to her what she offered to him from the start. Nothing about Chani has changed, but Paul will never again be who he was, if he ever was that person at all.

Chani loves her people. She would give her life for them. Paul would rather lead her people than die for them.

The signs were always there, she thinks, which makes her choice to love him in the middle of all this even more ironic. 

Deep down, long ago, she knew.

She should have known sooner.

#dune part 2 #dune 2 #dune movie #dune part two #dune spoilers #paul atreides #paul x chani #chani kynes #chan imagines #paul atredies #dune (2021) #dune fic rec #dune fic #dune fanfiction

[fablelady]

dune imagine challenge... kinda?

alright so this is just a fun-if-ya-wanna-try kinda imagine thingy?

basically it's this: Imagine Reader is an eldritch/Goddess who went to a dormant like sleep before mankind travelled across the stars. when they wake up they see how utterly chaotic and gone to shit everything is and is like "the fuck? i leave you lot along for at least 5 mins?!". So Reader goes about fixing things in the dune universe, but then Reader comes across arakis and is curious. they watch as life goes about down there and they see Stilgar and is basically like "oh shit, he's hot... do i really like a mortal sand man?... yes, yes i do" and the rest i leave up to any dune fic writer!!

really i just wanna see yall try your hand at writing an eldritch/ god reader in the dune universe!! hell it dosen't even have to be with stilgar it can be with other characters too!! just thought it would be fun for yall to try and see how a universe with no actual gods or immortale acendended Eldritch like beings will react to having one around!!!

rule 1: just have fun with it!!

#dune x reader #stilgar imagines #stilgar x reader #dune imagine #gurney halleck #feyd rautha #paul atreides #leto atreides #duncan idaho #gurney x reader #feyd x reader #duncan x reader #paul x reader #chani kynes #chani x reader #all dune characters x reader #imaginge challenge #go crazy with this i dare you #but you don't have to go crazy if ya don't wanna it's okay!!

[jamiedc-they-them]

Ok, so I have seen Dune Part Two (review here if you’re interested) so my requests are now open! I saw the poll ended up with “Film” being the winner, so for the main cast (Paul, Jessica, Chani, Gurney, Leto, Stilgar, Duncan) requests are open! Please keep them platonic/familial as always!

#dune x reader #dune imagine #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides imagine #chani x reader #chani imagine #duncan idaho x reader #duncan idaho imagine #Leto Atreides x reader #Leto Atreides imagine #Lady Jessica x reader #Lady Jessica imagine #Gurney Halleck x reader #Gurney Halleck imagine #dune part 2

[mirisss]

Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

 Soulmate, vampire au. 

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think, 

Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon! 

Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter. 

Third Person POV

In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.

Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.

As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.

Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.

His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.

Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.

In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.

Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.

In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.

Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.

Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.

Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.

The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.

Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.

His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.

Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.

On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.

Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.

Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.

Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.

Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.

The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.

Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.

Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.

His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.

Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.

The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.

Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.

Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.

Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.

Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.

The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.

In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.

In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.

(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.

Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.

Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.

The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.

As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.

In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.

Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.

The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.

As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.

The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.

Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.

The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.

Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.

As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.

The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.

In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.

A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.

Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.

The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.

At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.

The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.

As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny. 

(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.

The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.

As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?

The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.

In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.

In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest. 

As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.

(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."

As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.

Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.

As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.

The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.

The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.

His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.

"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.

Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.

The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.

As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.

However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.

Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.

Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.

The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.

With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.

Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.

"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.

As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.

As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.

"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.

The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.

"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."

Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."

Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."

In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.

As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.

Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.

"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."

The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.

The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.

"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."

As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.

The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.

With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"

The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.

Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."

The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.

Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."

Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."

The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.

Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.

"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.

(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.

In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.

The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.

With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.

After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."

The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.

Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.

As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.

And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.

Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.

Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.

The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.

The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.

As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.

Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.

With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.

The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.

As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.

Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.

The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.

Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.

As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.

The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.

In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.

In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.

Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.

Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.

In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.

Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.

Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.

Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.

In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.

The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.

However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.

The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.

As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.

The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.

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god I hate timothee chalamet but I have a thing for Paul Atreides, this is so sad 😭

like I’m feral, I love dune but don’t like Timmy cocomelon

#Help #girl… #why me god #timmy chalamet #HATE HIM!!! #paul atreides #paul atredies tho >>> #Ew imagine chani having to moan Paul that’s so funny… such a basic white man name fr #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune #dune books