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valsarchives · 10 months

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we belong together - t.c.

Timothée Chalamet x OC

a/n: so this is my first time posting x OC AU and I’m kinda nervous but yeah, enjoy!

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miramelbourne what a night

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tchalamet what a night indeed.

miramelbourne 🤠🫦

miramybaby what do you mean miss?????

timirastan ok mr. and mrs. we-talk-so-secretly.

miralotheefan we need to know what happened that night 😩

user_28438 are they dating?

timmyxmimi well, there is nothing confirmed but we hope they are because they’re so good together 🫠

randomuser she’s dating with Ben Barnes

timotheefan15 bro what 💀 they’re besties

mirasbabygirl You SLAYED as always 💅🏻

kissmemira My lady looks so sexy as always 🫦

msmelbourne 🛐🛐🛐

tchalafann she’s so fine 😮‍💨

zendaya i missed you like crazyyyy

miramelbourne me too baby me too 🥲

timmytimmy hey sexy 🥵

pauline.chalamet what a woman

miramelbourne making me blush I see miss chalamet

pauline.chalamet 😏💋

tchalamet 🤠

miramelbourne no need to be jealous t

tchalamet oh I’m gonna show you who’s jealous

timmyfann AAAAAAAAAAAAA

timmyxmimi SHOW US TOO TIM

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tchalamet TC x MM for chaneloffical

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miramelbourne 😋

tchalamet 🫠

chanelofficial 🖤

tchalafann parents!!!

timmytimmy oh, look at my husband with his girl

benbarnes the second picture tho mhmmm

tchalamet challenge accepted mhmmm

benbarnes fight me boy mhmmm

chalafann LMAO MHMMM

miralotheefan we see ur jealousy boy mhmmm

miramybaby ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

kissmemira ok but can you guys admit that ur dating already so i can live in peace 🙄

stephanebak i love this

timmyfan04 our guy pretty like a girl 😭

mirasbabygirl the iconic chanel couple 🙌🏻

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miramelbourne MM x CC chanelofficial

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tchalamet Ladies and Gentlemen… Miranda Janelle Melbourne.

miramelbourne 🥰

chalametfann we love the man who always supports his girl 🥹

zendaya marry me😡

miramelbourne when? 💋

tchalamet such a fangirl

zendaya yeah, what about it?

chanelofficial love this look 🖤

miramybaby MIRANDA MELBOURNE WORLD DOMINATION

timchalfan Hopefully we'll see her again at the Venice Film Festival! She’d slay as always.

msmelbourne we will girl it’s confirmed!!! 🥹

mimirayray ICON!!!

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mirandaupdates my babies 🥹🥹🥹

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msmelbourne she’s also wearing his cap and sunglasses 😭

randomuser i wonder how she’s allowed to wear the stuff she wears, i mean not in this one obviously but she always wears revealing clothes and Timothée is a jealous man.

chalafann bruh he always supports her and he has no right to speak about what she wears, which is the fact that he’s aware, hell he probably wears even more revealing clothes than her lol. And Timothée is jealous yes, but not toxic.

timotheefan15 GUYS, GO LOOK FOR TIMOTHÈE’S LAST POST OMFG

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tchalamet It’s been a crazy journey, but you can't imagine how grateful I am to have you by my side. You’ve made me a better man since the day I met you. I’m so happy that you’re mine. I can never get enough of you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I promise you that I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world like you made me the happiest man on earth. And I want to raise a toast to that.

To us.

Happy 2nd anniversary my love, you’re my whole world.

p.s. i know i said i won’t post the first pic but i can’t help it you’re so cute :3

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miramelbourne WHATKDDJSKDJELFJFKK 😭😭😭😭😭

miramelbourne I THINK YOU JUST BROKE ME

tchalamet then come here and cuddle me

miramelbourne THAT’S SO CHEESY LIKE WHATTT

tchalamet hey!!

miramelbourne GOD I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

tchalamet I love you more

miramelbourne YOU’RE FORGIVEN BTW

tchalamet 🥳

zendaya FINALLY

miralotheefan GIRL YOU KNEW?

florencepugh happy anniversary my babies 🥺

miramelbourne thank you love 💗

tomholland2013 we should celebrate!!

zendaya yesyesyes

tchalamet yep

benbarnes guess you won the challenge huh?

tchalamet as always 😏

henrycavill 🖤

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chanelofficial Happy anniversary 🖤

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timmyxmimi WHAT WHAT WHATTTTT

msmelbourne SO YOU’VE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME????? FOR TWO YEARS??????

timmytimmy BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT 😩

mirandafann TWO YEARS EXCUSE ME??!!

chalafann I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TWO DATED FOR TWO YEARS AND WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THAT

miramybaby I MEAN HOW CAN YOU HIDE IT SO GOOD

timotheefan15 AAAAAAAH 💖💖💖

mirasbabygirl Mira you got him whipped for you girllll 🥹

kissmemira now we’ll see boyfriend Timmy?? 🥹💗

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lixzey · 7 months

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Can't Help Falling in Love.

Info: This is my first timothée x oc fic.

Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans is a girl who seems to have everything—a booming career with a promotion on the way, a family that adores her, and a long-time boyfriend who just proposed marriage. Everything was perfect until she discovered that she's actually already married—with a legitimate marriage certificate. The husband turns out to be Timothée Chalamet, Hollywood's Golden Boy hearthrob. Angelisse seeks Timothée out to convince him to help her get an annulment.

Under the neon lights,

I think we might get married in Vegas.

February 13th, 2022

In the vibrant and pulsating lights of the night, Angelisse Evans stood at their table while her friends danced the night away. Tonight was her best friend's bachelorette party.

“Come on, Angel, loosen up!” The bride-to-be, Kate, pushed a shot of vodka in front of her.

Angelisse rolled her eyes at her friend. She had never been the life of the party, to say the least. She was the type to hang back and watch—maybe dance a bit, but never really let loose.

“And get a terrible hangover the next day? No thanks.” she said, pushing the shot glass away.

Kate wasn't taking no for an answer. She grabbed Angelisse's hand, led her to the dance floor, and urged her to dance. Angelisse hesitated, but then something took over, and she started to move to the beat. She was surprised to find herself enjoying it.

The beat of the music was like electricity, vibrating through her body. The air was charged with the energy of the crowd of people dancing and mingling. The music was like a drug, and she couldn't get enough of it. Angelisse lost herself in the moment, feeling the energy flow through her body as she danced the night away.

As the night wore on, Angelisse found herself increasingly in the element. She and her friends had spent hours dancing and drinking. Angelisse let out a laugh and threw her head back, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. She knew she looked good, and she made sure to show it off, her hands tracing down her body and her hips swaying to the beat.

"You're glowing, Angel,” Kate said, sidling up next to her best friend. “Having a good time?” She cocked an eyebrow, but there was a playful spark in her eyes.

Angelisse laughed, feeling a rush of warmth inside. “I am,” she replied, raising her glass to her lips. “This night is just too good to miss.” She winked at Kate, her head feeling a little fuzzy from the alcohol. For a moment, it was as if she felt the whole world was hers.

“You know, you're a lot of fun when you loosen up,” Kate teased, nudging her playfully. “Maybe you just need someone to bring out the best in you.”

Angelisse stumbled into the bathroom, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. She went to a stall, trying to regain her balance as she went. She clumsily knocked into a man who was peeing in a urinal, and she stumbled, her face heating up and her eyes darting between the man and the stalls.

The man, with messy curly hair and green eyes, turned to Angelisse as she stumbled past him. He eyed her up and down, taking in her drunken state and disheveled appearance. “This is for men only,” he slurred out, gesturing to the urinal he was standing next to. “You're not supposed to be here.”

Angelisse looked at him, her eyes widening as they settled on his unbuttoned pants. She was drunk, but she couldn't help but take note of his boldness.

“The line in the female bathrooms—it's too long,” she slurred. “I really need to pee.”

The brunette stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. “Thank God.” she moaned out, the sounds of the toilet flushing in the background.

“Ouch, fuck, my feet,” she complained as soon as she stumbled out, stomping her heels on the tiled floor. “These heels are killing me,” she muttered as she tried to take off her heels.

“Miss, relax, okay? Let me do it.” The man with messy curls offered to help her take off her heels. “Miss, steady, steady, alright?” He knelt down and slowly removed her shoes. Angelisse moaned at the feeling, “Fuck, right there.” Angelisse moaned loudly, “Oh god, yes!”

After several minutes of painful struggling, Angelisse's heels were finally off and her feet were free. She let out a loud groan of relief.

“Oh, that's better,” she said, wiggling her toes and flexing her ankles. She looked down at the man who had helped her, and her breath caught in her throat. He was stunning, with soft brown messy curls, a jawline sharp enough to cut a finger, and piercing green eyes. And he had helped her with her heels! Angelisse felt her cheeks burn, her eyes darting down towards her feet, then back up to his face. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” the man smirked, watching her blush.

Angelisse felt a rush of adrenaline as she realized that this man was flirting with her.

“I'm glad that I could help.” he continued, his eyes glimmering in the low light.

Angelisse felt herself melt in his gaze. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say anything, he spoke.

“What's your name, miss?”

Angelisse felt the world stop. This man, this beautiful, perfect man, was asking her name! She felt like she was in a dream, and she didn't want to wake up.

“I'm Angelisse,” she said, her eyes shining and her heart fluttering. “And you are?”

“I'm Timothée.” He flashed a smile at her.

“Timothée,” Angelisse repeated, letting his name roll off her tongue. “It's nice to meet you.”

She felt her cheeks heat up, the alcohol making her more confident and brazen than usual. She twirled a strand of her long brown hair between her fingers, her hazel eyes glimmering as she looked up at him.

“So, Timothée,” she purred, a playful smile on her face. “What brings you here tonight?”

Timothée could feel his heart beating faster in his chest as Angelisse looked at him with those sultry, hazel eyes. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to meet such a beautiful woman like her, and he was determined to make the most of it.

“I'm here for the same reason as everyone else,” Timothée replied smoothly, his eyes crinkling in a charming smile. “To have a good time.” He couldn't help but add, “And maybe to meet someone special, like you?”

Angelisse giggled. “It's my best friend's bachelorette party tonight.”

“A bachelorette party, huh?” Timothée replied, his gaze traveling down Angelisse's body, taking every inch of her. “Sounds like a lot of fun.” He smirked, his voice husky. “I take it you're one of the bridesmaids?”

Angelisse giggled again, her hands running over her body in a playful and flirty manner. “I'm the maid of honor,” she replied coyly. “And I'm having the time of my life.”

Timothée couldn't take his eyes off of her, she seemed too good to be true. She was a goddess, and her playful and confident demeanor was like a breath of fresh air and an absolute turn-on.

Timothée couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so attracted to someone, and he knew he had to make a move. He took a step closer to Angelisse, his gaze never leaving hers.

“You're absolutely stunning, you know that?” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I'm one lucky guy.”

Angelisse felt her heart flutter. She had never felt like this with anyone in her life.

Timothée closed the distance and gently placed his hand on her waist. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body, and he knew that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her.

“Would you like to go somewhere more private, Angelisse?” he whispered, his voice husky. “I'd love to get to know you better.”

Angelisse felt shivers go down her spine at his words. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and followed him out of the bathroom and into the crowds. Timothée led Angelisse through the crowd, his hand still on her waist protectively. They reached a quiet corner of the club, and Timothée paused, looking at Angelisse.

“Is this private enough for you?” he asked, his eyes locking into hers.

Angelisse nodded, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and the excitement. “Perfect.” she replied, smiling at him like a lovesick teenage girl.

“So, what's your story? What do you do in life? Besides being impossibly handsome, I mean.” she asked as she sipped on her drink.

“I do stuff. What about you? Besides being incredibly irresistible, I mean.” he asked with a smile.

Angelisse giggled, her eyes shining with flirtation. “I'm a financial consultant.” She exaggerated, her words coming out slurred because of the alcohol.

“I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you are.” Timothée smiled as he stared at Angelisse.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.”

“Don't mind if I do.” Timothée chuckled, pulling out a camera from his jacket. He fumbled with it for a moment before pressing the button and capturing a photo of her.

“You're a goddess, baby girl.” Timothée chuckled, his hand on Angelisse's leg.

“Let's get out of here,” Timothée whispered in her ear. “I know a place where we can have some real fun.”

Angelisse stumbled after him, a look of excitement on her face. Despite their drunken state, she felt like she was on top of the world, with the most gorgeous man in the room at her side.

“Lead the way.” she giggled.

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,” Timothée continued, his hand in hers. “Marry me?” Timothée asked, stumbling forward.

“Think you can handle me?” she purred, her hand brushing against Timothée's cheek flirtatiously.

Timothée smirked at her, his eyes twinkling. He loved a challenge, and Angelisse was definitely that. “I can handle anything you can dish out,” he replied, his voice full of confidence. “But the question is, can you handle me?”

Angelisse returned his smirk, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I can handle anything, babe,” she replied. “And I'll bet you can't handle me at all.”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to.” Timothée smirked. “No one will know.”

“Let's do it,” she replied, her eyes shining in the night light. “Just for tonight, just for the fun of it.”

Angelisse had never done anything like this before, but she was ready for anything.

Timothée's heart skipped a beat. This woman was intoxicating. She was a fire that couldn't be tamed, but he loved every second of it.

“Let's do it!” Timothée smiled like the Cheshire cat, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

They found the chapel, and Timothée led her inside. They giggled as they stumbled through the church, giggling and kissing. They knew they shouldn't be there, but they didn't care. They were living in the moment, completely and utterly reckless.

12:30 AM, February 14, 2022

“Do you take-”

”I do.” Timothée smiled like the Cheshire cat, his hands in hers.

“Do you take-"

“I totally do!” Angelisse giggled.

“Wow, you two are in a rush to get married, huh?” The officiant chuckled, “And by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Timothée leaned in, his lips meeting Angelisse's in a passionate kiss. He held her close, his hands roaming over her body as he poured all of his desire and need into the kiss.

Angelisse melted in his arms, her hands tracing over his body and tangling in his hair. She had never felt so passionate or so desired, and she wanted this moment to last forever.

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http-alexademie · 1 year

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Bonjour🫧

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

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y/nfan101 istg if she doesn’t win this year then the oscar’s are officially rigged

y/i/nfan69 my queen better not get robbed of this award again

randomfan5 boring.

timmyfan2 i am praying her and timmy go together

y/nfan777 same, my life will be complete 😃

timotheefan56 not even a big fan of y/n but i’m low-key rooting for her

y/nfan90 let’s talk abt how hot she looks…

y/nfan25 fr like vanity fair rlly knows what their doing

randomfan00 i have never seen this women in my life but she is fineee

y/i/nfan7 i’m in love with her…

timotheefan052 i think we can all agree that y/n deserves this award so much like her acting is just top tier😫

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

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y/nfan555 omg we love you so much y/n you deserve this so much❣️

y/nfan6 this is why you y/n will always be my favourite celebrity

timmyfan90 thanks for the timmy content, this is why we love u

y/i/nfan69 fuck…you are so goddam hot

y/nfan82 this is so real

randomfan5 u smoke??

florencepugh so proud of you my star 🥲🥲❤️

y/i/n love you 😏❣️

timotheefan775 give me your talent😫😫

timfan19 omg my man

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y/i/n love you sm babe😫❣️

randomfan09 i’m not a major fan of y/n but i’m so glad she’s finally getting the recognition she finally deserves!!

timfan3 overrated🥱

y/nfan16 since when tf was she overrated ??

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

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y/nfan00 her outfit did not fail at all

y/nfan555 i will never stop loving this women😭

timmyfan06 okay i get why timmy’s dating her now

y/i/nfan69 i physically cannot

timfan25 a tear ran down my leg…

y/nfan1 so real for this

randomfan89 bit scandalous

y/nfan61 she’s so pretty omg, she never fails

y/i/nfan17 istg if this bitch doesn’t win

timfan12 omg did u see timmy being a little fan boy😭😭

timothèefan557 yes omg he’s actually so cute

y/nfan09 their defo the best couple on the internet

y/nfan89 ughhh she’s so gf

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year

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Late Night Talking| Timothee Chalamet x Fem! Reader

summary: Timothee decides to have a cozy night in for Valentine’s Day with his lovely girlfriend warnings: fluff, English is not my main language so ignore any errors. a/n: day two of the Cupid fourteen love stories series!! I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I do. Love to hear your feedback and thank you for all the love!

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Y/n looked at herself in the mirror fixing herself as best as she could. Her body adorned with the cozy pajamas Timothee had gotten her for Christmas specifically for Valentine’s Day. Y/n slowly traced her fingers across the cute little dinosaur shapes that were covered all over with hearts. She smiled softly when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/n quickly opened it to face her lovely boyfriend that was wearing the exact same thing as her.

“Hi! Come in, come in” She responded by taking him by the arm and pulling him into her living room.

“You look beautiful. I’m so glad we bought the dinosaur one’s instead of the conversational hearts one” Timothee said while hugging her frame and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Whatever you say, I’m just glad you didn’t get the fur one” She responded trying to hold in her laughs.

“First of all, it wasn’t a fur one. It’s a bear pants and you didn’t understand the complicity it takes to look good in those pants”

“You know what since you love those pants so much I might have gotten you a pair for v-day" Y/n said throwing herself onto the couch full of cozy blankets.

" Did you ask Cupid for those pants?" he asked with a cocky little smile while throwing his body on top of hers. Y/n quickly laughs while pushing him softly making him move to the side not squishing her completely.

“Maybe, it’s my little secret" She grinned while leaning towards the table and handing him a hot chocolate. Timothee smiled and took in the surroundings in front of them.

The living room that was always bare and dark was now covered in all sorts of Valentine’s Day decor. Every part of the living room that was originally empty was covered with Valentine’s Day banners, flower petals and the beautiful arrangement Timothee had gotten her earlier in the day. The coffee table was covered with different snacks and a stack of the best corny romance movies known to mankind.

"You outdid yourself this year, hun. I love what you did to the place, it looks like Cupid threw up in your living room." He said while taking a sip of his hot cocoa, making him close his eyes to savor the taste.

“I'Il take that as a compliment, just so you know." She said, rolling her eyes jokingly while taking the tv controller looking for a movie. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in concentration and muttered the movie titles trying to pick one. Timothee atched her in admiration trying to guess how lucky he was to have her.

“I really mean it" He responded while laying his hand on her thigh while drinking another sip with the other one.

"Well, since it was my turn to decorate I decided that the vibe that would match these dinosaur pants was Cupid puking in the living room. So ta dah” She said laughing. Timothee chuckled, leaning over her and taking the controller out of her hand, quickly turning off the tv, throwing it to the other side of the room.

Before she could react he leaned into her softly kissing her lips. When he pulled away he noticed his girlfriend's red face.

"What was that for?" Y/n asked, blushing, hiding herself behind the conversational hearts mug she was holding.

"I was thinking we should see movies later, let's just enjoy the moment. " He grinned, taking her mug and placing it on the coffee table.

"Well, I like that too," She said, imitating his expression.

"I love you so much, you have no idea" He said softly while leaning towards his face near her ear. He took in her vanilla perfume and kissed softly behind her ear making her shiver.

"I love you too" She turned around to look at him, settling down the mug she was holding.S he held onto his cheek stroking it with her thumb.

"You know what.” Timothee got up quickly taking your hands in his pulling you up from the couch.

He got his phone out of his back pocket typing something. Soft song started playing from his phone.

“M'lady" He said, faking British actions. Timothee extends his hand and bowes quite dramatically making Y/n cover her mouth to laugh.

"Kind sir” She responded with the same accent taking his hands.

Timothee ulled her towards him, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He stared at her eyes taking in the beauty that came with them. He smiled softly making Y/n follow his actions. He spun her softly watching her beautiful hair flow. Timothee leaned in resting his forehead on hers.

"It's times like these that make me love our late night talks" he said finally breaking the distance between the two locking their lips together.

[MASTERLIST]

request are open, xoxo

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renova-writes · 1 year

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#timothee chalamet #timothee x oc #timothee smut #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chamalet #timothee x y/n #timothee blurb #timothee imagine #timothee icons #timothee aesthetic #timothee photoshoot #timothee x you #boyfriend material #dream guy #hothunks #hot daddy #daddy aesthetic

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Helloo! your writing is so awesome! idea for a fic: reader holds Timothée's hand for the first time and accidentally tells him she wants to know how his fingers would feel around her neck djkdfldfksdkljf

Love dis

You'd been steady for a few weeks, you and him both comfortable with traipsing around town together, Tim draping an arm over your shoulders whenever he heard you take a breath when you saw paparazzi around. But today had been different. When he went for your neck, you grabbed his fingers, lacing yours between the nimble digits, glancing up into his smirking face. You roll your eyes as he brings his smoothie up to his lips and sips from it,

"So we're there now huh?" You shrug,

"I like the way your hands look."

"Oh so I've heard, but you can always worship my hands in private." He murmurs. You smile up at him, despite the thoughts that plague you about the fantasy you'd had the other night. The one of you riding his thigh while he pressed down on your tongue with those long, thin fingers, cocky smirk, just like this one, on his face. His sigh brings you out of that memory,

"I dunno… I like the idea of you being more comfortable with being seen out with me and all that. It's nice being able to hold your hand." He tells you. You smile, swallowing the bundle of nerves in your throat before you speak up,

"Well… I'd love to see these beautiful hands wrapped around my throat." You purr. He chokes on his smoothie, allowing you to drag him after you, giggling maniacally and blushing softly,

"Can you… repeat that, I think I misheard." He teases. You giggle again,

"Nooooo. You heard me." You murmur. He drags you in, binding an arm around your waist, walking you backwards,

"Baby… I know there are always paps lurking and I would hate for them to catch us very compromised. So… I think you should repeat what you've said for me to hear." Staring up at him with those big doe eyes, you swallow again,

"I-I wanna… see how beautiful your hands would look around my throat." You repeat. His eyes narrow after a moment before he nods, twirling you, continuing to walk you down the sidewalk. He sips from his drink again, silence permeating between you,

"Tim-"

"Don't worry, you'll get to see that little vision of yours soon enough I think." He poses. You swallow, staring up at the sinister smile on his face.

And the photos published later, show that same smirk with the cutest caption that couldn't be farther from the truth.

#timothee chamalet #timothee x y/n #timothee x oc #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet blurb #timothee chalamet blurbs #my writing

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chuvaflutuante · 1 year

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(06.11.22) Art Avenue

Testando finalizar com topaz, simplesmente apaixonada [!!!!!]

#floatingrain #elisabarbosa #timothee chamalet #timothee x oc #jay gray #design #spirit fanfics

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blackberryletters · 1 year

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#etsy #graphic design #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet #timothee x oc #timothee x y/n #timothee x you #comfort content #comfort character #comfort letter #love letters

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melaninforkings · 11 days

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a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

#black reader #x reader #x oc #LIKE PLSSS I PROMISE THERE ARE OTHER ARTISTS WITH BETTER SONG TO USE #austin butler x black!reader #timothee chalamet x reader #black!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #paul atreides x reader #jake sully x reader #austin butler x reader #kennedy talks #peeta mellark x reader #finnick odair x reader #poc!reader

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lilmaymayy · 4 months

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im sorry but theres nothin i hate more than xocs in an xreader hashtag😔😔

ITS FINE IF THERES OCS IN THE FIC BUT THEY BETTER NOT END UP W MY MAN

#thats why im readin the fic bae #to see me have my happy ending w my man☺️#not to see this blonde blue eyed oc have him😞#i prmose you your fics will be read #BUT NOT BY ME IF THEY AINT TAGGED CORRECTLY 🙏🙏🙏#have a great day #she speaks🗣️#remus lupin x oc #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagine #finnick odair x reader #timothée chalamet #peter parker x reader #finnick odair #timothee chalamet x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #the hunger games

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bonesandchalamet · 1 year

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poolside- t.chalamet

masterlist

pairing: Timothee chalamet x fem!reader

warnings: hints of nsfw ideas + mentions of leaving hickeys and sexual thoughts + kind of a cliff hanger(?)

the summer heat is thick. with the air being stale, and the temperatures rising along the coasts of California, you’re bound to jump in that crystal blue pool any moment.

it’s a summer vacation, away from work and time with friends. it’s a vacation for the young 20-something year olds, where the alcohol flows and the tan lines form in the unbearable heat of California.

he’s watching from afar, on the top deck of the pool. he lays against his chair, allowing the warm rays to glisten his skin. it’s impossible for him to relax with the giggling of your friend group, but he doesn’t mind. he’s got his eyes on you, watching you stumble across the deck, sing the lyrics to your favorite songs, and mess with the material of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

after at least an hour of watching you out the corner of his eye, he toughens up, making his way down the stairs to the pool. all eyes are on him, they range from young girls to older women, he doesn’t mind the stares, your eyes are the only ones he wants on him.

you glance over from your phone when he walks by. the small pink swim trunks are a little baggy on his waist, but it’s a beautiful color against his skin. you can’t help but look a little longer, his curls bounce with each step as he sinks into the cool water of the pool.

you find yourself following his lead. getting into the pool yourself, the cool water hitting your skin makes you shiver, but you sink further in despite the shock and chill reactions your body is giving.

“cold?” he asks moving closer to you, his knee nudges yours. you just nod and swallow, you’re so intimidated by his beauty up close. those beautiful big eyes, thick bouncy curls, and a dashing smile.

“don’t need to be shy, love.” a smirk forms his lips as he moves a bit closer to your body, more than legs are just touching now, “I don’t bite.” his mouth hovers your ear, his hot minty breath sends a shiver down your spine making you, unconsciously, pull yourself closer to him.

“what does that mouth do then?” you ask, the thought wandered your mind, it gave you no time to filter through before saying it. heat rushing to your cheeks once the words flow into the air.

“lots of things.” the pair are like a ghost over your skin, you can feel them but it’s so faint. he’s waiting for a signal of approval from you, the green light to really show you.

“show me.” your whispered plea sounds like a moan. his lips ghost your neck once again, this time instead of pulling away they land softly against the coconut scented sunscreen skin, teeth sucking softly against you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you, “do that again.” you whisper in his ear, your own lips faint against his skin now.

he does as you ask, soft sweet moan escapes your lip into his ear, it’s so silent, not even your own drunk friends could’ve heard it, but it was just loud enough for him, “been watching you,” he says in between breaths, lips moving closer to your breasts, “you’re beautiful.”

you chuckle, eyes closing, feeling his lips touch a sensitive parts of your skin, lips move closer to your nipple, where the cloth covers you, “not here.” you say, watching those big eyes flicker up at you, full of lust and begging for more, “later.”

his smile turns into a smirk once again, “there’s a later?”

“there’s always a late night dip.” your finger tips graze his sharp jawline before you finally pull away and climb out the pool. he’s left with nothing but a hard cock and excitement for midnight.

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noodleslugworth · 2 months

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Absolutely NO minors

Headcanon that Willy Wonka likes to be choked

It doesn't have to be suffocating pressure. Just his significant other's hands on his throat and the slight pressing of her weight is enough to drive him crazy

If she wraps her hands around his throat while kissing or feeling him up, and squeeze just enough, even during a playful argument, he'll be turned on almost instantly and forget his train of thought. It's a devious trick she likes to pull when she wants his attention but he's been too focused elsewhere

If it's during the throngs of passion, choking him especially with more force and when he's close, will sometimes result in explosive, drawn-out orgasms that has him seeing stars, whimpering, trembling, and sometimes mumbling nonsense afterwards

Just Willy and choking ❤️

(By @palettesofrenaissance)

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lixzey · 6 months

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Can't Help Falling In Love

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.

“What do you think happened? It was a crazy night.” Kate asked curiously.

“Kate, can you come by my place?” Angelisse asked with a shaky voice.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Angelisse thanked her and hung up the phone. Maybe Kate could help her piece together what happened that night. Angelisse's head was spinning, how could she be so recklessly stupid that night? How could she let the alcohol take over her? It certainly wasn't in her books—getting married on a drunken Vegas escapade. Angelisse wanted to scream, she wanted to break every thing that was in her reach. This marriage—to an unknown man—would ruin her if it ever got out. She was engaged just days ago for crying out loud!

Angelisse paced around her apartment, the document still in hand. What was she supposed to do? The brunette slumped on the couch throwing the document to the side, and burying her face in her hands.

“This can't be real, please be just a nightmare.” It must be a nightmare, it can't be real. Angelisse's whole life she had been perfect in her mother's eyes, in her boyfriend's—now fiancé's eyes. And now here she was, in a complicated situation that may or may not ruin her perfect life.

Minutes later, there was a knock on her door. Her best friend was at her doorstep, a worried look on her pale face.

As soon as Angelisse opened the door, she flung her arms around her best friend's neck, “Kate, thank God you're here.” Kate stepped inside and looked at her worriedly, concerned for what she might tell her.

“What’s up?” Kate asked, looking at her best friend with curiosity.

Angelisse sighed before slumping on the couch again. She held the marriage certificate out for Kate to see. Kate took a look at the document, and her eyes widened with shock. “What the actual fuck!? You're married to Timothée fucking Chalamet!? How the hell did that happen!?”

“You found me on the pavement the next day, Kate! What the hell do you think!?” Angelisse let out an exasperated sigh as she sunk further into the soft white couch.

"Holy..." Kate didn't know what to say. She was shocked to say the least—what in the world was going on? Her best friend was married to Timothée Chalamet, the hottest actor to ever walk the earth! How the fuck did her best friend end up married to the Dune actor!?

“Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans, you little shit.’’ Kate muttered, her eyes still glued to the document. Angelisse, on the other hand, had her face buried in a pillow.

“I'm fucked. I'm dead.” the brunette mumbled into her pillow.

“You didn't know you were married until now!? God, this was a year ago!”

“You were the one who pushed me to let loose!” Angelisse argued, lifting her head up. “This is your fault as much as it is mine.”

Kate scoffed, “My fault? I told you to enjoy the night, not go off and get married!“ She rolled her eyes at her friend, before taking a seat beside her. “Tell me what you remember from that night. Don't leave out anything.”

Angelisse groaned, she didn't actually remember much, but maybe they could piece together what had actually happened. “I remember dancing and drinking my ass off. Then, I went to the bathroom. After that, everything's a blur.”

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,”

Kate thought for a moment, trying to remember anything from the night of her bachelorette party. “That’s… that’s it? Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. "I remember you disappearing off to the bathroom. And we lost track of you for a while. You came back an hour later and told us that you were with a 'really hot guy'. No doubt that was Timothée Chalame, hence his name on this paper.” Kate explained, waving the marriage certificate in her hand.

“Marry me?”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to. No one will know.”

“I don't even know who that guy is! And now I'm fucking married to him!” Angelisse snapped. The only memories that she had kept rewinding in her head.

Kate couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation Angelisse had found herself in. A marriage to a guy that she couldn’t remember from a night of debauchery.

“Timothée Chalamet is a famous actor, you dumb fuck!” Kate said incredulously.

“He's what!?” Angelisse widened, “He's famous!?” she quickly whipped her phone out and searched for her husband on google.

There he was, the French-American award winning actor.

“One night we lose track of you, and you end up getting married.” Kate mused.

“I'm fucked. Absolutely fucked! James had just proposed and-”

“James proposed?” Kate repeated, her eyes widening in shock. Kate was dumbfounded. James, Angelisse's long term boyfriend, had proposed to her. They had been together for six years, with Kate's husband being the one who introduced the two, years ago. Kate looked at her friend, and her expression was both of shock and worry.

“Oh boy.” Kate muttered.

“What am I going to do now!? i'm getting married in a year and I'm already married to a fucking superstar!”

Kate fell silent. In all honesty, she didn't know what to tell her friend. She wanted to hit her and knock some sense back in her—Angelisse was always the sensible one—but now, the woman in front of her was utterly distraught.

“I guess you have two options.” Kate said finally, breaking the long pause. “You can go find Timothée. Find out what happened last February, find out if he even remembers this ever happened. But, what are the odds he even remembers? Get a divorce or annulment, whatever the hell that works.”

The reality was setting in for the both of them. The situation between Angelisse's unexpected marriage to the actor was not going down without problems. He was famous, and if word got out about his 'spontaneous' wedding in Vegas, both of them would get eaten alive by the media.

“Or I could make it as if it never happened.” Angelisse whispered.

“The situation would be slightly more…” Kate paused, “….messy, you know? With Timothée and everything.”

“But you’d never see him again. Or…” Kate was hesitant to say the rest of what she was thinking.

“Or what?” the brunette pressed forward.

“You tell James the truth,” Kate offered with a small smile, “I mean, divorce and annulment proceedings take months—years even. He'll find out eventually, and when that happens, all hell will break loose. Better to hear from you, right?”

She was married to Timothée Chalamet, famous Hollywood actor and one of the most sought after bachelors around. That wasn't a fact you could just sweep under the rug.

“He'll be so disappointed with me, you know how he is....”

“But he deserves to know.” Kate gave her a sympathetic smile, “Angel, would you rather have him find out the truth from you or from someone else?”

Angelisse looked at her friend. She was right, but she wasn't going to risk it. She had already done it, why not try to make it right? She thought about it, and it was basically cheating. But she at least had to try, right?

“I'm going to find Timothée fucking Chalamet and I'm going to get this fixed.”

Kate eyed her friend, an amused look plastered on her face. She and Angelisse had grown up together, their mothers being friends and all. In Kate's eyes, Angelisse was strong and independent, but James? He pulls her down—discouraging her friend every chance he gets, but Angelisse doesn't see that.

“Did you get his number? No, wait, of course you didn't, you were drunk out of your mind.” Kate sighed, shaking her head furiously. “You're one stupid bitch, you know that?”

“Just help me!”

“That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.” Kate smirked at the anxious brunette in front of her who in turn, glared at her.

“This is the worst day of my life.” Angelisse muttered under her breath.

“Check your phone. Maybe you saved his number or something that could help. I'll ask my husband if he can help.” Kate offered. “Get some rest, you're gonna need it.”

“Or the best, really. You're Timotée Chalamet's fucking wife!” Kate chuckled, playfully shoving her friend. “It's literally every girl's dream!”

Angelisse groaned loudly. “Not helping!”

Angelisse rolled her eyes. “You better keep this a secret.”

“Oh, I will.”

After a few more assurances from Kate, Angelisse was finally left alone in her apartment. She opened up her phone and started to scan each and every app on her phone for clues or if she was lucky, his number. Angelisse stopped in her contacts, there was an unknown contact. Instead of a name, it was all emojis. How had she not even seen this before?

🥵🥵🥵🥵

Angelisse fidgeted with her thumbs, still debating whether she should text or call the number. What if it was him? How the hell should she tell him that they were married—in Vegas, drunk and out of their minds. It was news that if they weren't careful, it would blow up in their faces in the worst way possible. Maybe more for him than for her, but that's besides the point. She needed to get this marriage annulled, divorced, or whatever it is just to let the issue die.

Angelisse sighed, before finally clicking on the contact.

Hi, is this Timothée Chalamet?

Though Angelisse didn't remember much about what had happened that night, her mind couldn't forget the most beautiful shade of green eyes she had ever seen. Remembering his eyes felt like a dream that she didn't want to wake up from. His eyes shone like emeralds under the neon lights. Angelisse's breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat.

The brunette tossed her phone to the side and just hoped for the best. Would he even answer to an unknown number? Would she even get the chance to fix this marriage that should've not happened in the first place?

Feeling the weight of the drama tiring her down, Angelisse slipped into the bathroom for a much needed bath. She needed to relax, even for just an hour. If he answered—which was a long shot given his status as a celebrity—she could convince him to end their marriage. They were only married on paper, surely Timothée Chalamet has his eyes on some sexy model.

Brushing off the thoughts of her famous 'husband', Angelisse slipped out of her clothes and jumped into the clawfoot bathtub. She hissed as soon as the hot water came in contact with her skin before settling in the warmth surrounding her.

She wondered about how her life would turn out after clearing the marriage issues and finally marrying James. It felt surreal. Getting married to the man who she called her boyfriend for the past six years. Deep down, she knew it wasn't the best idea. And yet, here she was, engaged and soon to be married.

Angelisse took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts drifted to the handsome man with soft chocolate curls and mesmerizing green eyes.

“Damn you, Timothée Chalamet.”

Angelisse got out of the tub, droplets of water clinging onto her body. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. The brunette walked back to her room and put on a white shirt and denim shorts before going back to the living room where her phone was. She sat down on the couch and opened her phone—searching for her husband on google, again.

Timothée Chalamet was undeniably handsome. Angelisse could't deny that, she would be an idiot if she did. He's got that James Dean day dream look in his eyes that could make a woman's knees buckle at the sight of him. He has starred in Interstellar, Lady Bird, Call Me By Your Name, Beautiful Boy, The King, Little Women—which was one of Angelisse's favorite books—Dune, and an upcoming the Wonka movie. He has gotten multiple awards throughout his career and by the looks of it, he'll be receiving more. Timothée was a year older than her, being born on December 14th, 1996—just two weeks and a year apart. He was born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, while Angelisse was born and raised in the Upper East Side. Both of them had gone to Columbia University—the only difference was Angelisse, unlike him, had finished college. They had surprisingly a lot in common, but there's one thing about him that made the situation much worse.

He was dating Kylie Jenner.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, snapping Angelisse out of her thoughts.

Of course, Angelisse knew who she was. She has watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians before and frankly in her opinion, it was annoying and disgusting—they were too problematic for her liking. And her 'husband' was dating her, apparently since the start of 2023 and last September 4th, they went public.

Angelisse was not the type of girl to get into gossip, but there were rumors that Timothée's relationship with the youngest daughter of Kris Jenner was just a PR move.

Angelisse hoped that it was, because she was not in the mood to go face to face with that woman about her boyfriend being married to her. Well, technically, she was Timothée's wife. And Timothée was having an 'affair' with Kylie Jenner. It was funny, but when she thought about it, it was shit.

Yes, this is Timothée. Who's this? How did you get my number?

Angelisse felt her heart beat rapidly inside of her chest. It was him. Her husband. Timothée fucking Chalamet.

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas, you fucking idiot.

“What do I do now?” Angelisse muttered as she stared at the text message. What was she supposed to say? I'm your wife. You married me in Vegas?

Angelisse sighed, leaning back on the couch, phone still in hand.

@helens3amstuff @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @bobthe-turmpetman29 @tchalamss

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bluetimeombre · 2 months

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Masterlist .ೃ࿐

Welcome to the circus

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

「 ✦ ACOTAR ✦ 」

✧.* Azriel

And I wouldn't marry me, either. ✧.* part one. part two.

You're Azriel's mate, but it took losing you three times for him to realise.

Winter Solistice coming soon...

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

˚ · . Tom Blyth

Falling out of love.

Fans think that you and tom are falling out of love after filming for ballad of songbirds and snakes and you don't post about each other much, so you show them that it's far from the truth.

Third times the charm.

Tom and you met over zoom whilst auditioning for your roles in the ballad of songbirds and snakes. Instant attraction and the chemistry was off the charts, everyone could see it, even you two fools. In every interview you did, as co-stars, as best friends and finally, as a couple…

Cowboy like me.

Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

♡･ﾟ Timothee chalamet

₊˚ෆ Wonka

Daisy, oh my Daisy

₊˚ෆ Timothee Chalamet

Call it what you want to (ft Tom Blyth). ₊˚ෆ. part one. part two. part three. part four. part five

Wanting you under the Italian sun.

You and Timmy have most been working hard. For the summer, they decide an Italian getaway.

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Jacob Elordi

She's like a shot of espresso

You work in a coffee shop and suddenly Jacob is a coffee enthusiast

Cardan Greenbriar coming soon...

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lainiespicewrites · 23 days

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The Atreides Era

Part 1

Buried in the sands

A/N: Hey everyone! obviously not my normal content! I've been working on updates on that as well! This is part of a writing Collab with my best friend @hey-its-roseaurum! We've both broken out of our comfort zone writing fics for each other's fave comfort characters. She will be posting about Sherlock so my Henry girlies definitely go check it out! I'll add the link once it's posted!

So I guess without too much warning here is my best effort at a Paul Atreides x OC fic

Summary: Paul Atreides and OC (Matar) and the other Freman are still fighting the Harkonnen in the spice fields. After almost losing his friend in battle Paul makes the decision it's time to go south. It's time to meet with the Emperor. His decisions will change the fate of his friends and the planet of Arakis. Paul knows this. He's seen it. But... at what cost?

Warnings: Description of battle, death, slight angst.

2k words

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It’s early that much is clear. The sun's intense heat has not yet started pouring over Arrakis, disturbing Matar’s peaceful sleep. What did disturb her was the amateur sand steps of the young man outside her tent. And the sound of his voice calling for her in a harsh whisper. Matar stirred with an agitated grumble, sitting up slowly and blinking her eyes to adjust to the soft light of dawn starting to creep in from the open flap of her tent.

“What do you want, Paul Atredies?” She groaned. The footsteps outside her tent halted and were followed by a soft chuckle. Crouching down in front of the tent Paul popped his head in sending Matar a cocky grin.

“Not Usul? Have I managed to offend you again already?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Matar stares for a moment, watching his face and the loose wave of brown hair that’s fallen into his eyes. Interesting how they’re still so gray, his eyes, as long as he’d now been exposed to spice. Matar blinked the thought away, what did it matter? Paul Atriedies could have glowing red eyes and she’d pay no mind, he was a pest. A pest, who was her friend, one she’d grown fond of. But still a pest.

“You’ve come to me, Paul Atriedes before the sun is fully awake. This better be important.” Matar answered him, falling back against her pillow.

Paul was not discouraged by his friend's lack of energy or enthusiasm, crawling into the tent in the corner across from his friend still giving her the same dopey grin.

“How’d you know it was me?” He spoke softly now. His tone was now more gentle and letting Matar awaken properly before he poked at her further.

“You walk like an elephant, I could hear you coming from miles away,” she answered him.

“Hmm I suppose I do,” Paul agreed nodding. “Then we need to practice before we go into battle!” Paul's exclamation caused Matar to sit up. Now she was fully awake.

“Battle? What are you speaking of Usul?” The boy's smirk faded. His eyes are more serious now.

“We got word more of Harkonnen moving in on the spice fields. They’re placing their harvester as we speak. We’ll need to move in on them quickly.”

Putting the moment of banter behind them Matar quickly composed herself. Pulling her hair back she tied her long dark hair into a tight knot. She swept her hand around her tent for a moment and found her head scarf to keep her safe from the day’s intense heat. Taking in a deep breath Matar’s eyes once again settle on the man sitting across from her.

“Is Chani aware?” She asks. Her voice is smooth and calm. While she had not expected another fight. Or, ambush rather, against the Harkonnen. She was always ready. For those who control the spice control the universe. A mantra the Harkonnen were always chasing. Neither Matar nor Chani, Matar’s closest friend, would submit to that fate.

Paul’s eyes shift to the ground as he shakes his head.

“No, I figured it should come from you. She’s one of our most skilled fighters. Chani doesn’t trust me. It has to come from you, Matar.” a breath of silence falls over the two of them. For a moment. Matar thinks to be offended by this. Paul Atreides is only here to use her as a messenger. The thought is gone as quickly as it develops. There is no time for emotion. No time to dwell on the man who has shown up unannounced.

“I will see her now. Go, gather the others. We’ll need to move before the sun is at its highest point. “ She said. The man nods. But catches her wrist before she can leave the tent.

“Matar, I- I’ve seen… something. You in battle and you…” He pauses. They lock eyes. The visions. One of the many reasons Stilgar and the other southerners believe the young Atreiedies is the Messiah. Matar, Chani, and a few of their kind believe it all to be a load of shit.

However, the fear in his eyes at this moment cannot be ignored. “Please,” He pauses again emphasizing his words. “Be careful out there.” Matar doesn’t say anything. Holding his gaze she nods letting him know she understands whatever he’s seen has frightened him. He lets her go and the two of them leave the tent. There’s a warm light over their camp. Many of the other Freman have started to gather in a common area.

Paul and Matar walk in opposite directions. But before Paul is out of earshot Matar stops and calls for him.

“Usul!” She calls. He turns back to her with a look of concern etched across his face. “Whatever you saw,” she pauses. “My fate is my own to make Paul Atreides,”

Paul gives her another soft smile. He looks like he did when she first saw him this morning. Innocent, and childlike. There’s a stirring feeling in her gut. She has no time to address this. They have a planet to protect.

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Chani is awake and preparing for the day when Matar finds her.

“Bit early for you isn’t it?” Chani asks with a smirk.

“Funny,” Matar recants quickly, “I got a visit from Lisan al Gaib this morning.” Better to get to the point quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve started to buy into this Messiah facade?” Chani questions. Eyeing her friend with a curious expression. Matar scoffs

“Why do I sense you’re already feeling hostile this morning?” Matar says, “Of course, I don’t believe it, I believe what I can see Chani. And what I see is that Paul Atreides has helped us successfully fight against the Harkonnen attacking our spice fields.

“There’s another harvester?” Chani asks although it’s clear she knows the answer already.

“He doesn’t believe you you trust him. But I know that you will protect your family.” Matar says.

“I don’t trust him. But I see what he’s done. And It can’t be ignored. Believe me, I have tried. “ She pauses with a smirk. “And as long as I’m fighting beside you, I’ll always show up for the fight.”

“Don’t be soft,” Matar teases. Smacking her friend on the shoulder.

“It’s you who’s gone soft Matar. Don’t get so close to him, his mother can not be trusted. She seeks more power than anyone should hold.” Chani warns

“We are not close, But I believe he could be a good ally, and that woman can burn for all I care. Now come, we’ve got to prepare for an ambush.” She smirks as she and her friend set out to join the other soldiers.

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Silence. Nothing but the sound of the wind stirring the sand. A maua’dib, a small desert mouse, could be heard skittering across the sand dune. Unsuspecting of the unrest that is soon to occur. Matar’s eyes scan over the top of the dune, zeroing in on the harvester only feet away from her and the others. Paul and Chani have, for the time being, come to a truce and have gone undetected underneath the foul piece of machinery. Matar and the others are waiting for their signal. This is when they will move in.

A loud blast breaks the silence. A shot attacked the Harkonnen craft surveying the harvester and the security. The signal. The others jump to their feet. Stilgar and his men attack the security with daggers. Slicing into them and killing them before the intruders even see the Freman warriors coming. Matar takes a shot at the harvester aiming for one of its claw-like pillars. The blast hits but it quickly gains her attention. She makes quick steps and rolls out of the way as a Harkonnen security tries to land an attack. He misses. This was a fatal mistake for him. Granted he was always going to die. Another Freman soldier stabs the Harkonnen before he can advance any closer. Matar locks eyes with the person and they nod at each other before they continue their battle. She stands, once again aiming for the harvester. This time she aims right in the center. Fuck it. No more time for games. Time to blow this thing up. Taking one last look to be sure her friends will not become casualties she takes the shot. She doesn’t watch it land. Matar is pulled back by another Harkonnen. He has a dagger held to her ribcage. She barely hears the sound of the explosion over her heart pounding in her ears. At least she landed it. One last explosion before the bitter end. She twists to break the hold but the man has a tight grip on her neck. Fuck.

He lifts the blade ready to plunge it into her chest. And then. He goes limp. His body falls to the sand. Matar sucks in a deep breath. Finally, she turns. Paul’s eyes are wide as they search her for injury.

“Are you?” He begins. She holds up her hand to stop him.

“Do not fuss over me, I am not dead,” she tells him. With one last thud. The final Harkonnen is dropped to the ground. Someone, Stilgar likely, calls for the rest of them to gather quickly and evacuate the area. The Freman army and their messiah head back to camp. However, halfway back Paul stops them.

“Gather your things. This is the last time we fight the Harkonnen like this. Tomorrow, we go south.” He states. Chani and Matar exchange a look.

“Paul Atreides we cannot…” Chani begins to protest

“I will not continue to watch them abuse this planet. I will not wait for the emperor to make his move. We are going south. And we will take on the emperor.” He states again.

The rest of the Freman army cheers. Paul Atreides, once again is fulfilling their prophecy. But Matar. Feels like a dagger has been stuck in her side. He once told her, He wished nothing more to be equal to her. But he couldn’t mean that. Not when he was headed south to possess more power than any person should ever wield.

The Freman army arrived back at camp. Some celebrated. Some dressed wounds from the day's battle.

“He’s a good fighter, but I knew he could not be trusted,” Chani says absentmindedly. The girls are both watching Paul off in the distance while Stilgar celebrates their success.

“Do you have to be right about everything?” Matar questions.

“No, just tends to pan out that way,” Her friend says before wandering off to her own tent. Matar sighs finding a seat and taking out her dagger sharpening it with a stone. After a few moments, she feels a presence and then there is someone sitting beside her.

“Matar,” Pauls voice speaks.

“I don’t wish to speak to you Usul,” she says, continuing to sharpen the blade. He ignores her grabbing her wrist and pulling her attention from the dagger.

“You almost lost your life today.” He says. Matar shrugs.

“I was protecting my people Paul Atredies, it’s what we do,” she responds.

“Maybe, but I have lost far too many people I care about. You will not be next Matar.” He says.

“Paul,” Matar begins.

“Going south, I’ll take control. I can protect you and protect us all once we’ve made an attack against the emperor,” he argues. Matar is stuck. She is angry. She doesn’t want this. She opens her mouth to recant. To tell him he is wrong. Nothing comes out. She pauses again. She’s quiet for a while and then.

“Usul. You told me once. About these…oceans, on your home planet. Describe them again.” She requests. Surprising Paul and herself.

“Caladan is covered in oceans and water. They are… as blue as your eyes.” He smiles at her. “As deep as them too. There’s no end even as you look at the horizon. They go on forever.” He explains.

“I still… do not believe you Paul Atreides,” Matar answers, ignoring the growing warmth in her face.

“You will,” Paul says without thought.

“We, shall…”

“Lisan al Gaib, Come” Stilgar calls, “There’s much to do before our journey tomorrow. We must prepare!”

Matar lets out I sigh.

“You’re celebration awaits Paul Atreides.” she says.

“Matar,” He says softly.

“I will see you at dawn…Lisan al Gaib.” a moment of hurt flashes in Paul's eyes but it’s gone before Matar can register it. They both turn and part for the evening.

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