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Truth (Duke Leto Atreides x f!Reader)

you were sent to kill his son, the duke makes sure you know your place

18+ smut (dark violence, torture, injury to reader (burn), unprotected p in v sex, allusions to past abuse, angry hate sex)

context for movie people: Feyd-Rautha is Baron Harkonnen's other nephew, insane mf- can't wait too see him in part two

word count: 5.5k

Paul Atreides was pleasant enough. He was handsome or, rather would become handsome within a few years. Of course, you were here to stop that. You watched him talk, words flying over your head as the men spoke around you. He was pleasant, not the threat presented to you by your uncle. You supposed that was half the reason he was such a threat; you would never see it coming. These Atreides were not like Harkonnens, brutish and brash; these men were eagle-eyed and sharp. Paul carried the air of a man with life behind him for someone so young. He spoke like a Duke; regality shone through his bright eyes.

You were attending a dinner with the Atreides on behalf of your father, currently indisposed due to a tragic accident. That was the lie you had told the witch Jessica, which she had naively believed. The decoy spy had been placed and was quickly spotted by the witch and the Duke alike. Neither seemed to suspect you were anything but a loyal messenger for your father, the spice miner.

While the witch believed you, you did not know about the Duke. He had watched you intently throughout the dinner; his sharp features and deep eyes had you transfixed. You had heard rumours about the man, hearing his cousin, your Baron, rant and rave about him through the walls of Harko palace. Maybe it was your inherited hatred for the man, but you could not look away from him. His attentions, though silent, made you both meeker and bolder. You were distracted by him but simultaneously more eager. Maybe to impress him. Show the Duke what you could do to his only heir, how you could best his nonexistent expectations of you.

Paul left while the drinks were being handed out after dinner. So not to cause suspicion, you continued the laborious conversation with the water-shipper before finally excusing yourself. You did not miss the watchful eye of Lady Jessica as you slipped from the room, stopping once to ask for the bathroom from a servant to give yourself an alibi if you were to fail. After all, it was so easy to get lost in a place like this.

The servant directed you left. You walked around the corner before turning down another corridor to your desired location. This was not your first night in this place, and if your information had been correct, your target’s room was where your cousin Feyd had stayed when visiting the residency.

The building was more of a labyrinth than you had recalled. The memory of the last time you had stayed flashed before your eyes. Running, screaming, through these very halls. You were fairly sure if you looked close enough at the walls you passed, the trail of your own blood would still cling to the cracks in the cold stone.

“Miss, I fear you are lost,” A rumbling voice broke from the shadows. You stopped halfway up a small flight of stairs and watched a tall, muscular man approach from the crossing wall. You recognised him as Halleck, the soldier who sang at dinner. You smiled and feigned stupidity, widening your eyes in surprise.

“Oh really? It’s so hard to tell where you are in this place. Everything looks the same,” you laughed. Halleck’s hardened demeanour softened a little.

“You’re looking for the restroom?” He asked. You nodded, “You have gone too far; it’s just behind those pillars there,”

“Ah, thank you,” You stood still, a pleasant smile on your face hoping he would leave you.

“I shall take you there. This place is like a maze to those unaccustomed,”

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” You smiled. Halleck gestured forward politely.

“After you,”

You sighed, not yet defeated. You had noted three weapons concealed on the soldier’s person and the shield and comms he wore in his ear. You could overpower him but would risk exposing yourself or getting yourself killed. There were too many soldiers around to even attempt attacking him. You would have to resign yourself to a second try.

You walked down more stairs, more corridors, left and right. This was much further into the residence than you had ever been in your brief time here a few years ago.

“This is not the way to the bathroom,” you said,

“You know this place well, my lady?” He asked, a surprised twitch of his eyebrows told you, you had given far too much away with such a small statement.

“No, I’ve never been here before of course,” You recovered yourself, “I do not recognise this sculpture is all, I did not pass it my way,”

“I know my way do not worry,” He smiled

You shook it off. Back to the task at hand. You still had to shake the soldier and get to the boy.

Finally, you came to a stop, Halleck opened a large dark door, opening a small room. A fireplace too over the furthest wall, lit it and made the room glow orange. Danger. You stepped inside but immediately turned when the soldier did not follow.

“Wait here,” He ordered.

“Sir, I was not lying when I said I needed the bathroom,”

“Sit,” His tone became harsh. You sat in one of the two suspensor chairs, not easily intimidated but the hatred in the man’s eyes gave away his hand- a hand you did not want to feel the wrath of any time soon. Luckily, this meeting was not between him and you as he swiftly left the room.

You sat in the chair and surveyed the room. Large bookcases circled the room, dwarfed by the high ceilings, they looked entirely out of place. Delicate carvings etched stories of men through the wood, such intricacy you had never seen. The carving was a match to that of the wooden desk in front of you. A scroll, pens and a wax pot sat on the wooden top, protected only by a piece of navy fabric. The Atreides emblem was sewn into the fabric with gold thread. A large chair sat behind the table, the shadow of an H stained the back, quickly pulled off with the new occupation. A new determinism set into you, that stain reminding you of why you were here.

You stood up and walked around the bookcases for a secret door. The Baron was known for them, in a place like this with the terrible company he kept an escape was always necessary. Some called him a coward, you called it intelligence. You ran your hand under the shelves, searching for a break.

“Miss L/n,” The voice of the Duke startled you, expecting the soldier.

“I was admiring your books,” You explained casually, turning around to face him. Carefully you walked around the grand table, as the Duke did the same until you came to opposite sides.

“Have a seat,” he offered, gesturing to the two chairs which sat in front of the desk. You smiled and sat, unsure of the meaning of the meeting but certain this happy facade would get you out of it.

“Thank you again for such a pleasant dinner,” You complemented, remaining standing behind the two chairs. The Duke stood in front of his chair, his arms behind his back.

“I hear you got lost,” The Duke said, wasting no time.

“Yes. This place is like a maze, it is a wonder anyone can find their way,” You giggled, hoping a girlish innocent front would get you out of the room and his suspicious quickly.

“Odd seeing as you grew up here,”

“I fear you’ve been given false information sir I have been here but a handful of times. I was younger then yes but I did not live here,” You explained. It was true, you hadn’t been here for years. The Duke hummed in agreement, not believing you in the slightest.

“The one thing I expect from my people is honesty,” He spoke carefully and sternly. My people. The phrase curdled in your mind, and you frowned.

“I am not your people,”

“No?” The Duke asked, shocked by your sudden defiance, “Arrakis was given to me by the emperor, this is my fief, my land, my people,” You scowled but said nothing. “Do you think me an idiot Miss Y/n? That I do not know your intentions with my son?”

“I have no intentions with your son,” You spoke truthfully again.

“Lie to me again and there will be consequences,” Duke Leto’s face became like a stone with the threat.

“I tell no lie. The question you should be asking is what your son’s intentions are with me? He asked me to follow him to his room, you should have heard the things he said to me,” You purred, fighting back a smile as the Duke curled his lip.

“My son-“

“Your son is not a child, as you said yourself,” You interrupted, watching as he walked around the desk to you. You couldn’t stop the smug smile on your lips now, you’d got under his skin, “You remember being his age, don’t you?”

The young Duke was renowned for his escapades with many women, and his prowess with still spoken about by the women of Caladan and throughout the Court of the Emperor. It was why he hadn’t married his whore, you assumed.

“I know Paul well enough to know that he would have better judgement,” His comment was intended to insult, but you smiled wickedly turning it back on him.

“Better judgement than you?” You had spent enough time with powerful men to know how they worked. They could say they were righteous and true but it always came down to sex. Anger and lust are neighbouring emotions, men always seem to struggle to tell them apart. This man was no different.

“Tell me your true objective here,” He advanced on you a few steps, and you stepped back an equal amount.

“You know why I am here,” You smirked, all too happy to taunt him.

“I wish to hear it from your mouth,” He said, you pursed your lips and said nothing else, “Speak,”

“If I don’t?”

“I have ways of getting you to talk,” He advanced again, you stepped back until your hips hit the bookcase behind you. He came closer still until he was mere inches away from you, crowding you to the wall. Curiously, he had no shield up. He trusted his men to clear you of weapons, he thought you were not a threat. How wrong he was.

“What are you going to do to me? Fuck me? Your wife would not like that,”

“Is that how you get what you want?” He asked, his brows raised questioning you mockingly. He was closer now, crowding you against the bookcase, “Degrade yourself for men just to stay alive?”

“I can see you want to,” You tilted your head to the side, looking across his face. So close you could see every detail of his greying beard, the harsh furrow line between his brows and across his forehead, a small scar on his cheek. You could feel his elevated heart rate, rose-tinted cheeks, and enlarged pupils were not just from the alcohol at dinner, “You won’t kill me,”

“I won’t?” He was surprised by your assertion, almost laughing at you.

“No. Because you’re weak and a coward,” You spat the insults at him, your true hatred rising to the surface once more.

“I do not need to kill you to get my message across. I am not as callous as my cousin,”

“But you would like to see me in pain. For me to suffer at your hand? Disfigure me is I could not do what I attempted tonight with your son ever again? You are exactly like them,”

“Perhaps I should send you back unharmed, unsuccessful. If you’re so desperate for death I am sure your Feyd would be more than happy to see you to it,” You glared at him at the mention of Feyd in that way. The Duke smiled wickedly, “You are not the only one who did their research. I know exactly who you are through it was entertaining hearing you spin your lie to my lady,”

“You degrade yourself calling that witch by that title,” you curled your lip in disgust.

“Speak of her again and I will cut out your tongue,” He threatened, seething with anger. You met his mutual glare, daring him to try and attack you. You had come to a stalemate.

You knew you needed to get space, needed to get the upper hand before it was too late. He had trapped you against the wall, but you space to slip out, with more room there was more chance of escaping him. You broke his gaze to look to his left, when his eyes followed taking your bate you darted to his right.

In the blink of an eye your back pressed against the bookcase behind you and his shield was up. He grabbed your shirt, pulling you back to him. The sharpness of his clutch pulled you back and pulled the shirt apart. The buttons clattered to the ground. The yellow shirt you wore fell to your sides, exposing your bare breasts and chest to him. You didn’t care about that, more worried at the exposure of your poison vial hidden in the side of the shirt.

Leto saw the bottle and grabbed it before you had a chance to even think about what to do next. He pulled it with a sharp tug from the chain which linked it to the fabric and it came free. The blue-grey colour of the liquid was undoubtedly poison. Its thick casing and hidden placement had concealed it from the poison snipers planted throughout the palace and the search you had endured before entering. You watched him closely, trying to read his stone face.

“I should kill you,” Fury overtook him, his attention remaining on the vial in his hand.

“It’s tetrodotoxin,” you said. One of the most horrific poisons available in the known universe.

“Quiet,” He snarled. You smiled wickedly, happy to have gotten him so riled up. Leto flicked the vial between his fingers before slipping it into his trouser pocket, unbothered by it. He did not move away from you; the shield was kept up. His eyes scoured your body, top torn open there was barely a stitch covering your breasts, certainly from his higher angle. Finally, the eagle’s eyes landed on the heart stop placed on your chest. A small piece of metal hiding a deadly mechanism inside your chest, one yank of the small handle on the outside your heart would stop, it was a common safety mechanism installed in all members of the Harkonnen court. Curious his fingers rose and touched the cold plate, you stilled, the smile disappearing and fear returning to your eyes as it had done when he attacked you. It was Leto’s turn to smile wickedly.

“As barbaric as these things are I must hand it to my cousin it is far simpler than a gun or knife,” His finger looped through the hold, you held your breath but met his stare, conflicted as to whether you were scared or not. He was not like the Baron, he was not as ruthless, and he wouldn’t do it. One small tug and it would be over. “So simple,” He mused.

“Do it,” You urged him, a wash of wicket excitement poured over you. You had played with Death so many times you could call it a friend. The Duke studied you for a moment, then dropped the small metal piece that held your life in the balance,

“You still don’t understand how this works do you?” He scoffed, “I am your Duke. If I wanted you dead you would be, only because I wished it. You have no power or say in whether you live or die here do you understand?”

“You are nothing to me,” You snarled.

“No,” He said quietly, his voice low and patronising, his hand drew up from your breast to your jaw, his warm hand caressing the skin,” Yes, your grace is the only thing I should hear from that pretty little mouth,” You remained silent. He drew this thumb over your lips, dragging it over your bottom lip until you yielded.

“Oh, he has got you trained well, hasn’t he?” The Duke chuckled to himself as your mouth opened, letting his thumb slide across your wet tongue.

You had him. This was your chance to kill the duke.

Earlier you had spotted a letter opener on the desk. It was not enough to kill him, but surely enough to mame and slow him down to administer your poison.

In a swift movement you bit down hard on the Duke’s thumb, swiping your leg behind his causing him to fall to the side. He cursed you loudly, and before you could get the three paces to the desk he caught your arm. He pulled you back with a force you could not overpower tripping over your own feet. He slammed you into the desk, you head hitting the wood with a bang. You reached with your spare hand for the small knife but again was too slow for the bird sharp man. He caught your arm, knocked the knife away and pulled both your hands behind you back, holding you down with the weight of his body.

“Stupid, stupid girl,” he hissed. Suddenly a small sharp needle pierced your side. You cried out and hissed as the liquid entered your bloodstream. You squirmed under him, trying to kick his legs out, but he remained strong. “You’re lucky I only gave you truth spirit,”

You had been given truth spirit so many times you knew the effects well. Your mind seemed to step up a gear, racing faster than you could keep up with. You itched, from head to toe and your tongue felt big in your mouth. After a quiet moment as you took more notice of your body than the one pressed against you, the duke asked his questions.

“You are here to kill my son, yes?”

“Yes,”

“And you know who the spy is in my house?”

“Yes,”

“Who are they?”

“The witch,” you snarled. Leto pressed harder onto your back.

“Don’t make me hurt you,”

“I want you to,” you gasped, laughing at your own admission but not stopping yourself from pushing your hips back against the duke.

“Who is the spy?” He asked again, insistent. Desperate.

“Jessica. Your Lady Jessica is the spy,” you taunted him with your truth.

“This doesn’t have to be so hard, tell me and I’ll let you go,”

“That is the truth! Truth spirt doesn’t lie,” You laughed, the drug confusing you and making you hysterical.

Leto snatched your shoulder, pulling you up then down to the floor. You fell to your knees, hitting the stone floor with a smack that was amplified by the cavernous room. Your knees and palms ached with pain that had been dulled by the drug coursing through your veins. Your laughter stopped as you protested the sudden manhandling. The Duke’s hands were back on you quickly, taking hold of your hair in one hand to pull you upright once more.

He loomed above you, ever taller and wider to you from your low position. You pulled your eyes up, an impish smile on your face, happy to feel the hand of his hatred. Your cocky smile quickly dropped when you saw the little blue bottle in his hand, the top between his teeth. He spat it out, sending it to an unknown corner of the room. Fear flooded your body.

“You lying Harkonnon whore,” He sneered at you. You struggled against him, trying to get away but his hold of your hair was too strong. You had danced with death but the effects of that poison were far worse.

“No one can overcome truth spirit,” You exclaimed quickly, trying to bring him to reason. The man was desperate, he didn’t hear it.

“I will not ask again,”

“Lady Jessica is the spy! I read the message before it was sent!”

“Liar!” He bellowed, tipping the bottle.

“I cannot lie!”

You screamed as the poison burned your skin. Only a small droplet fell onto your shoulder, the horrific sensation that instantly flooded your body was immeasurable in comparison. The heat took over you, radiating through your lungs and instantly restricting your breathing. A sparked sharp sting spread over your shoulder and neck, like electricity jumping across your skin. You collapsed forward onto his boots, wailing in agony. You sobbed, curled in on yourself cradling your shoulder, trying your best not to touch it so the poison could not spread any further.

Above you the duke was unmoved, simply waiting for you to quieten down so he could speak once more.

“I know it is not Jessica, it is impossible and I know it was entirely fabricated by your brutish house. There are people here who believe it to be true, even she believes I believe it. I am not to be fooled easily. You don’t know the spy, fine. I believe you, tell me everything you do know,”

You couldn’t speak for the sobs rocking through your body. The Duke ran his hands over your head, shushing you in a way that should have been comforting if he was not the one administering the pain.

“When are they coming?”

“Once the signal is given,” You whisper, your voice hoarse with pain.

“And that signal is what exactly?” He asked calmly. You bit your tongue harshly, knowing the consequence of your true words. He was desperate, there was no way he would believe you. “Speak!”

“I don’t know!” You yelled, immediately cowering from the inevitable deadly droplet, “please your grace, I don’t know anything,”

“Now I am your Duke?” He mocked you, “When I hold your life in my hands?”

“I will do anything,” You pleaded tearfully.

The words lay heavy in the air between you. Slowly he put the bottle onto the table behind him, keeping it uncapped and within arm’s reach for his own security. You pushed up from the cold floor to sit up, wincing at the blisters that had formed on your shoulder from the poison. He looked down at you, slowly taking your chin in his hand and making you look at him. He loomed over you, chest heaving with fury and lust.

“Beg me to fuck you,”

“I-“

“Beg,”

You stared up at him, completely speechless unable even if you want to answer him. Your silence only enraged him more. He slapped you, hard, across the face. You yelped and cowered away, eyes watering as your cheek stung. You could feel the bruise from his ducal signet ring impacting your cheekbone instantly start to bloom, “Beg me to fuck you,” He seethed in almost a whisper.

You couldn’t stop yourself. Lust bursting from its cage that you had tried so desperate to keep locked.

“Fuck me,”

“I am your Duke. Address me as such,” he ordered harshly, his voice thick with hunger.

“Fuck me please, your grace,” the honorific felt bitter on your tongue, but you loved the taste.

He pulled you up from the floor, turning you away from him before pulling your body against his.

“You walk in here,” He panted, blowing hot air against your neck, close enough to kiss you but you knew wouldn’t. There is kindness in a kiss, this was no kindness, “you distract me, torment me, and insult me by attempting to seduce my son,” He spat each accusation at you, infuriated with your very being. He pressed his clothed hips into your ass, you keened softly at the feeling of his hard cock against you.

He slowly pushed you forward, until your chest hit the cold wooden desk once again.

“You are lucky I didn’t give you to my men. They’ve been without women for weeks, who knows what they’d do to you, but I’d bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He pushed your skirt up above your hips, exposing your bare ass.

“Look at you, soaked,” He pushed one finger through your wet folds, you bit your lip hard so as to stop the moan that grew in your throat as the tip of his finger brushed your clit. Just as quickly as he had touched you, his hand retreated, “I want to hear you,” He ordered sternly, “You know what I will do if you disobey me,”

“Please,” You gasped.

“What was that?”

“Please fuck me, your grace,”

“I should record you right here and send it to your Baron. How pathetic and desperate you are for my cock,” Bent over the desk you could not see him, but you felt the intense stare of the eagle-eyed Duke focused on your exposed cunt. You lifted your hips in a desperate hope that his hand was not far to provide some friction again. The Duke watched with amusement, “Beg me,”

“Please, your grace. Please fu-,” Your words were cut off with a sudden cry he finally entered you. He was thick, feeling larger because of how unexpected the intrusion had been. He did not wait for you to settle either, his cock pulling out just as quick as it had gone in. His large hands gripped your waist, pulling your skirt up higher so he could watch himself enter you again.

You had never felt so full in your life, your pussy ached as he fucked you hard. He wasn’t fast but deliberate, the rumours you had heard in court were entirely true. You melted into the wooden surface beneath you, eyes rolling back into your head as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hips met each of his thrusts, your calves cramping as you pushed yourself on your tiptoes to meet his cock. He groaned and cursed you under his breath, pent up frustration manifesting in hard thrusts into your soaked pussy.

The pleasure began to build as your gasps became whines and quiet cries of pleasure. You snuck your hand under your stomach, but before you could reach your throbbing clit, Leto grabbed your wrist and pulled it out and to your back, pinning you to the table. You wailed in protest.

“I did not say you could touch yourself,” He growled, holding your wrist tight to your back.

“Please!”

“This is not for you,” He said through gritted teeth, groaning loudly as you tensed around his cock, “You cum if and when I tell you,” The sound of his cock pounding into you filled the room, echoing throughout the large stone office, only punctuated by Leto’s occasional grunt or chocked cry from you.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling away from you entirely. You picked yourself up and turned your head to see him. Before you could say anything, he pulled your arm to get you to stand and face him. He sat down in his chair, a smug and satisfied smirk on his face.

He looked utterly sinful. His peppered hair had fallen from its brushed back position over his face, a suggestion of curl starting to form as the hair was met with sweat. His brown skin shone in the golden light of the glow globe, the exertion of his torment shining on his skin. He was still completely closed, his belt discarded and trousers now entirely unzipped as he stroked his cock in his hand, watching you.

“Show me why he keeps you,” His words were thick with lust. You needed no further instruction as you climbed on top of his, knees on either side of his legs trapped between them and the arms of the chair.

The Duke let you take his cock into your hands, hissing with pleasure as you stroked him for a moment. You shifted forward, lining him up with your hole and sunk down onto it.

“Fuck,” You chocked out as he split you open again. You shifted your legs wider to fit him in, the wet sound filling the air around you. Finally, you rested once he was deep inside you. Leto tipped his head back, panting, trying to catch his breath as you throbbed around him. You nearly came from the sight alone, a sense of pride washing over you that you had reduced him to this. Feeling bold you leaned forward and kissed his neck as he held it exposed to you. You lifted off his cock slowly as you did, moaning into his skin as you relished in the drag of it along your tight walls.

He pushed you back after a moment, his hands holding your hips as he manhandled you to a rougher rhythm. You could not forget he was in charge. You moaned and cried out as he set a brutal pace, his hips rising from the chair to snap into yours as you rode his cock. You gripped the back of the chair behind his head, your naked tits bouncing in front of his face. He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, groaning into your skin at the taste of you. His hands left your hips, moving to grip the armrests as you fucked him hard.

Pleasure built in your stomach, slowly building a fire that would soon consume you. You took hold of his hand from the armrests and placed it on your heart stop. The feeling of powerlessness, you were used to, Feyd took this liberty all too many times, you knew he would not kill you. There was no trust with Leto. It made the entire thing that much more pleasurable as your adrenaline heightened and the pleasure of his cock splitting you open sent you to another plane. You cried out as he took hold of the small hold quickly, fucking into you harder as he had gained ultimate control over you. You had offered it, your final and ultimate submission to him as he truly held your life in his hands.

You rode him fiercely, circling your hips to drive him deep to every spot you had inside. He growled as the first flutter of your coming climax gripped his cock. While one hand stayed attached to your heart stop, his palm brushing your hard nipple, his other hand had ventured to your clit.

“Cum on my cock, Y/n,” He ordered, the use of your name catching your attention immediately. You opened your eyes and met his. “Cum for me,” That determined look that was ever etched on his face stared back at you, as his fingers rubbed circles over your clit. You cried out, almost immediately collapsing into him. He kept going, only pausing for a moment to adjust his legs to fuck up into you as he chased his own high.

Your climax hit suddenly, entirely all-consuming you had never felt anything like it. You cried out, thrashing against his incessant fingers as he pushed you past any pleasure you had felt before. Tears formed in your eyes as he used your pussy until his own climax came, spilling his cum deep inside you. You burnt, feeling entirely out of your own body you fell into his heaving chest.

Before you could feel any kind of rest, Leto pulled his cock out from your dripping cunt, did up his trousers, and stood you up. Your legs turned to jelly, unable to function after such an offence the Duke held you up with strong hands. You could feel his cum trickle down your leg, mixing with your own mess between your thighs.

You looked up at him with a dreamy- utterly fucked out face. Tears and sweat shone on your cheeks, your chest still rising and falling quickly, slowing as you calmed down. Leto looked down at you, his usual serious scowl back on his face, though a little softer now whether it was caring for you or having burnt out the majority of his hatred you could not tell.

He caressed your jaw, soft touches sending a flutter of affection through your body and your eyes fell shut once more. His fingers came down your neck, and you sighed satisfied beyond what you even knew possible. You flinched as he reached the burn on your shoulder, your attention snapping back to his face, alarm and caution immediately taking the place of your pleasure. You watched him watch his hands travel over your skin, around the injury he had inflicted. The scar it would undoubtedly leave would serve as a constant reminder of your submission to him and his rule. Eventually, his fingers came back to the heart-stop in your chest. You held your breath.

You wondered if he could feel your heart beating so rapidly beneath it. A mere slither of metal away from him. You watched his movements carefully, watching him trace the engraved ‘H’. He picked his head up, finally looking back up to see the terror written across your face.

Expecting the hard glare, you received earlier you were surprised to see softness. Pity. There was more kindness, more understanding silently in his eyes than anyone had ever given you before. It terrified you.

After a moment he dropped his hand from your chest, kissed your forehead and stepped away.

You finally let your breath go, shakily sitting back down in the desk chair behind you for fear you could pass out. Swinging so violently from pleasure and satisfaction to fear you felt nauseous. You watched him readjust his jacket, slip his belt back around it, and brush his fingers through his greying hair so nobody could tell what had happened. He tugged his jacket sharply, took a deep breath to compose himself and removed himself from what had transpired in this room.

He walked toward the door, taking one final look at you before he left. His lips quirked into a smug smile for just a second, no doubt satisfied with the mess he had made of you now sitting under the scrubbed out Harkonnen emblem on his chair. A symbol of his coming victory, he hoped at least.

“I will have an ornithopter waiting for you. Take it to the smuggler’s and leave this planet. If I hear you still remain on this planet by sunrise, remember I still have this. There will be no corner of this place you could hide,” He flashed the bottle of poison in his hand before slipping it into his trouser pocket again. You nodded, “Understand?”

“Yes, your grace,”

With that he shut the door, leaving you in his chair dazed and confused as to what had to have just transpired. Proof dripped from you onto your skirts, making its way down your leg. You had no doubt you looked a mess, hair pulled from its delicate design and makeup smeared.

You had nothing to clean yourself with. You would have to go out there, everyone would know what had happened. You had no choice, maybe that was the duke’s plan- to humiliate you. But you had no choice. You could not return home, once the Baron found out what had transpired here tonight you would be dead. You had to run.

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9 months away and she comes back with porn… hehe hope you enjoyed this! It really was the inevitable outcome of studying this story for a year lol

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“What do you think, Rose?” Leto’s voice, spoken from the doorway to your shared bedroom, interrupts your focus on your latest book. It’s just getting juicy, and you're hanging onto every word for dear life as you cling to each page before turning it swiftly. Regardless, you tear your eyes from the crescendoing words to look at your lover upon his request.

Leto is leaning against the doorframe, thick arms crossed against his chest and a small smile on his lips as he awaits your verdict. What he’s asking your opinion on takes your breath away, and you feel your jaw fall slack at the view before you.

The Duke wears a brand new flight uniform, navy blue with golden, embroidered details. The gilded yarn is shaped like twists, decorating the seams of the fabric and the edges of the pocket at his breast. Paired with matching trousers, the look is completed with a pair of black, leather boots. Polished to perfection, the light from the glow globe hovering in the corner of the room reflects off the surface.

Leto looks handsome in almost everything he wears. His thick, meticulously maintained beard and eagle-like eyes gave off a suitably regal aura. But this outfit, it stirs something unspeakable in you, twisting between your thighs and surging your body forwards with need.

“Oh, Leto,” you whisper breathlessly, discarding your forgotten book beside you in bed. You don’t bother to mark the page, far too occupied in sliding your legs from underneath the thick blankets that worked hard to keep you warm during the Caladanian winter. “It suits you so.”

“Just so?” He muses, watching you approach him barefoot across the stone floor. His playfulness, however, is forgotten swiftly as you pause in front of him, slowly sinking to your knees. His breath catches slightly, an insistence that you didn’t have to bow to him falling on deaf ears as you lower your body to the floor.

You press a kiss to the top of Leto’s polished boot, allowing your lips to linger for a moment before craning your neck to deliver the same blessing to his other foot. Leto is speechless, no doubt staring as he watches you offer yourself in reverence.

“My love,” you murmur, lips brushing the leather material as you talk to him from your position on your knees, “Your uniform is divine.”

A hum sounds from the back of his throat, rumbling in his chest. “Does it truly please you this much?”

“It does,” you sigh dreamily, fingertips delicately tracing the laces, “But it would please me more if you allowed me to ride them.”

“Ride the-“

You hum softly, nodding as your thighs straddle Leto’s booted feet. He stares down at you with wide eyes, completely taken aback by your sudden, uncharacteristic action. You were usually far more bashful than this, always needing Leto to lead your romantic endeavours.

The moment you grind your hips down onto the leather, the two of you gasp in unison, the texture of his boot drawing needy moans from your throat as Leto dips his hand beneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

His eyes are hooded, taking in the view of your hips working against his boots and taking exactly what you need. You see his tongue dart out, wetting his lower lip as he gazes at your contorted expression of pleasure.

“Is it the uniform?” He muses now, “Or is it just the boots, hmm? You seem to enjoy those the most.” He wasn’t wrong. They made him look powerful, the rubber soles thick and almost military-like. It made an arousal stir between your thighs, amping up your pleasure.

“Hah-…” you moan softly, nodding your head, “I-It’s the boots-“ you can barely talk, barely think straight as you cling to the seams of Leto’s perfectly ironed uniform trousers. You’re setting creases into the once perfectly crisp fabric, but your lover doesn’t seem to mind at all, noting the paling of your knuckles as you grip tightly to the material.

“Hmm. I thought as much,” he hums, pressing the pad of his thumb against your lower lip as you continue to grind your aching clit against the grainy leather through your panties. He traces the shape of your lips with it as though it were a lipstick before slowly pushing it between your lips and into your mouth. He doesn’t need to tell you, order you. The moment he settles the weight of his thumb onto your tongue, your lips are wrapped around the base, sucking on his thumbprint.

He nods slowly in approval, watching you look up at him through your lashes and humming around his appendage as you continue to roll your hips needily. It’s just there, your orgasm. You’re teetering on the edge of something utterly devastating, your breathing erratic through your nose. Leto can feel it, can see the way your lip quivers around his thumb, see the tremor in your thighs as you chase your peak.

“Nhm-mhm,” he tuts, shaking his head. Your hips catch almost immediately, stopping despite the mind blowing swell that was arcing up your spine. You whimper, tears welling in your eyes as you await further instruction.

“Taste yourself,” he whispers. You require no further detail, already understanding what he has in mind. It takes you a moment, a long, aching moment to move your hips away from his now slick leather boots. Crouching down once more, you’re hyper-aware that Leto is watching your every move.

“Slowly, Slowl-That’s it,” he whispers, watching you press a kiss to the shiny material before licking a deliberate, long stripe across it. You can taste the salt of your cum, plus the earthy flavour of the leather toe of his boot. You moan softly, arousal teetering on the edge once more.

“Good,” he praises, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb once you rise again, “Carry on. I want to see you fall apart so I may remember this scene every time I wear the uniform.”

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@in-for-a-pennyx @hoeneey @howaboutcastiel @markywithissues @welcometostayingawake @inklore @foxilayde @syrma-sensei @ethanhoewke

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Such was the dangerous power of love. And look at the troubles this hidden force had caused the Bene Gesserit over the millennia. The Lady Jessica and her love for her Duke had been only one example among countless others.

Love clouded reason. It diverted the Sisters from their duties. Love could be tolerated only where it caused no immediate and obvious disruptions or where it served the larger purposes of the Bene Gesserit. Otherwise it was to be avoided. Always, though, it remained an object of disquieting watchfulness.

Frank Herbert / Heretics of Dune

#frank herbert #heretics of dune #bene gesserit #lady jessica #duke leto x lady jessica #duke leto #currently reading

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HEY GUYS LONG TIME NO TALK! I have been on a cruise for the past 5 days and wanna know something amazing!

THE FIRST DAY I WAS THERE, THEY WERE PLAYING DUNE! So I went and watched it again because why not. It’s my favorite book series and movie.

I still get butterflies when Leto tells Jessica that he should’ve married her. I love that scene. It shows that he loves her so much but he has to worry about his house before her which is sad but understandable.

I wish that they would just get married and live happily ever after.

And of course I watched it for Duncan and Halleck. I love my soldier boys so much. They deserve better 😫.

Anyways, EXPECT SOME DUNE FANFICS FROM SONGS I LISTEN TO!

Have an amazing day or night depending on where you live!

#dune movie #dune fandom #dune 2021 #frank herbert's dune #gurney halleck #duncan idaho #leto atreides #duke leto x lady jessica #Jessica dune #duke leto atreides #fluffy

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Little Accidents / Paul Atreides

Summary: Paul's obliviousness was soon shattered when frequent visits to the nursing room revealed the true essence of love at first sight.

Ps: This is a short fluff I had in mind, but I hope you enjoy and also english isn't my first language so bare with minimal errors, (once upload i always make sure to update now my works, if there is any errors) Enjoy! XOXO

As the heir of the Atreides' House, Paul effortlessly following in his father's esteemed footsteps. He possesses an acute sense of ownership, ensuring he's well aware of everything under his purview. Whether it's news of your battle injuries or workplace mishaps, Paul is always the first to know, abandoning any prior engagements to rush to your aid. While you're being tended to, his concern is palpable; his eyes scan for any signs of harm as he utters all while using the voice. ‘Where?’ This gesture of worry has become familiar, a reassurance you've grown accustomed to, especially when your visits to the infirmary often serve as an excuse to steal moments with him. ‘Dropped a weapon on my foot,’ you explain with a hint of ruefulness, ‘guess my impatience got the better of me, inadvertently knocking out one of the armories. Pity.’

Indeed, quite a pity. Paul couldn't help but notice your composure, devoid of any telltale signs of injury. It either seemed that the nurse had efficiently tended to you before his arrival—a stroke of luck, perhaps. However, Paul wasn't fooled; this wasn't the first time you'd urgently summoned him to the infirmary. Today, he harbored suspicions that you might finally reveal the true reason behind your frequent visits. “If you'd prefer I refrain from using the Voice," he remarked, a hint of seriousness in his tone, "you'll need to be more forthcoming than simply labeling it an accident, my dear."

However, you eventually reassured the head nurse, explaining that it was merely a minor issue requiring attention. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and affection as Paul insisted on tending to your wounds himself, rather than delegating the task to anyone else. As the room cleared, leaving just the two of you alone, Paul attempted to devise a plausible excuse while discreetly observing your work. This added another layer of challenge for him, yet he remained determined to keep a watchful eye on you. “Now tell,” A pregnant pause was felt soon as he sat next to you. “How I am suppose to know, that there is probably more reason than just a visit at the nursery?”

You find yourself drawn in by his innocence, but observing Paul working alongside his father and their associates, it becomes evident that innocence was not his defining trait anymore. In fact, there's a possibility he understands more than he lets on. Maybe he's even willing to engage in the game you're playing. You nonchalantly dismiss any concerns, offering the excuse that you're just adding a bit of spice to the situation. However, Paul's reaction suggests that perhaps it's not the right moment to discuss such matters, especially anything related to the Spice itself.

Paul tilted his head, almost taking offense at your attempt at humor. Despite his awareness of your desire to spend more time alone with him, he understood that convincing him to stay a little longer each time wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even if his attempts at pampering you, like tending to invisible wounds that morphed into cuddle sessions, were charming, he recognized that your discussions about the 'Spice' were more about politics than relaxation. Poor thing– that was all he knew about out. This realization led to a soft chuckle from you, followed by an apology for bringing up the topic. However, Paul dismissed your apology, urging you not to discuss such matters, especially around him, as he couldn't help but wonder why you frequented the nursing room more often than before. “Now tell me, or I might just become as impatient as you’ll be when demanding kisses..”

His voice trailed off, almost seductive when Paul was right about to expose this little game of yours. Instantly you could feel his lip curve slightly into a smirk as he saw your expression, your eyes winding in shock, trying your very best to obliged. That you were the one who meant to shock Paul out of his work for some time but, perhaps you were indeed right about your wonders. That in fact, Paul knew that the exact reasons why you obliged yourself to the nursing room more often than ever. Only to find out, it was to spend more time with him. But Paul being himself, being the type of guy that he is, did not to confess his wrong at first or to be completely oblivious. After all– he is the duke’s son.

"So, let me get this straight," Paul Atreides began, his tone tinged with a mixture of disbelief and introspection. "I, Paul Atreides, am so easily ensnared by your little charade? It's rather disheartening, truth be told." There was a hint of a pout on his lips as he contemplated your adeptness at expressing your desires, though he couldn't entirely fault you for it. With the constant demands of dealing with the Harkonnens and managing CHOAM affairs, finding time for you had become more challenging than he and you had anticipated.

Unlike his parents, whose marriage was purely political, Paul had chosen a different path, one where your presence held a significance beyond mere political alliances. For him, building a future within the confines of the Atreides' House with you by his side was a deeply personal and cherished desire. Material wealth could wait; what mattered most was the connection he shared with you. With a sigh, he reached out to gently caress your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your correctness all along. Perhaps it was time to prioritize his own happiness, even if it meant putting paperwork aside momentarily. "Maybe you're onto something," he admitted, his voice softening. "Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it's time for me to take a break from the endless bureaucracy and spend some quality time together. After all, even I need to unwind–."

Paul's words carried a weight of remorse rarely heard, especially within the esteemed Atreides family. As he neared the end of his sentence, you leaned in swiftly, feeling the soft brush of his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. The longing shared between you both was palpable, though circumstances often made indulgence impractical, intensifying the desire even more. When Paul finally pulled away, he gently nibbled at your lower lip, a playful chuckle escaping him at the sudden surge of hunger between the two of you. There was an undeniable yearning to touch, caress, and love you. "Perhaps I'll request a day off," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of promise. “Perhaps you will.” You both end up chuckling as he cups your face, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips. Paul confessed once more,

“And perhaps, we don't always have to use the excuse of happy accidents, so I can exile from paperwork every now and then.”

#timothée chalamet #dune x reader #dune part two #dune imagine #paul atreides imagine #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x you #duke leto atreides #jessica atreides #lady jessica #dune part 2 #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides smut #timothee x reader #timothee chamalet #timothee x you #feyd rautha x reader

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shrooomcat · 27 days

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Dune Part Two dir.Denis Villeneuve

Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica

Please notice her tiniest jaw twitch and nostril flare please zoom in to see omg she kept her reverend mother cool but then inside she got so emotional when she heard the emperor talking shit about her Duke uhhhhh

#dune part two #filmedit #rebecca ferguson #oscar isaac #lady jessica #leto atreides #duke leto #Leto Atreides x lady Jessica #somebody help me #puhlease #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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the fact that jessica sits on an atreides throne at the end of dune 2 makes me actually go feral

like the only time that would have happened before is if she and leto were married and she knows this and just think about that like that must drive her insane as much as it does me

#jessica atreides #lady jessica #leto atreides #duke leto #duke leto atreides #jessica x leto #dune #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune movie #rebecca ferguson #oscar isaac #paul atreides

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Stranger | Chapter 1

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

Summary: The Atreides daughter is sent off to Giedi Prime to marry the Harkonnen heir in an attempt to quell the feuding Great Houses. The bride, however, must prove her grit and earn the respect of her new family if she is to survive her new life. Perhaps she will find that she had more Harkonnen in her than she thought.

TW: none (for now)

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut (just not in this chapter lmao), No use of y/n, Original Characters, cannon what cannon

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Please bear with me, it has been ages since I've written anything and this is my first ever work of fanfiction. I've never written in the second person before so if you catch any mistakes, especially in verb tenses, please let me know. English is not my first language. Also, this might start out a bit slow but I promise things will pick up soon.

The smell of grass and the crashing waves of Caladan brought you comfort as you stood before the starship that had been rented from the Spacing Guild.

Your brother had insisted on accompanying you to Giedi Prime, but a round trip would have been unnecessarily expensive, even with the vast wealth of your Great House. Besides, it would be foolish to deliver the heir of House Atreides to the home world of their sworn enemies. It was bad enough they had to send you there.

"Give them hell," Paul teased as he hugged you goodbye.

You laughed, but you knew his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He had faith in your strength and ferocity, but he had much less faith in the hospitality of the Harkonnens.

"I'll miss you," you pull away and try to give him a reassuring smile but you, yourself, are not so certain of your fate.

You made your way to your mother, next in line to bid you farewell.

"Remember your training." Lady Jessica held your face and planted a tender kiss on your forehead. She had already given you all the advice she could.

You take her hands in yours and kiss them. "I will," you tell her solemnly.

You finally make it to your father, whose eyes are already welling with tears.

"My darling princess," his voice cracks as he lays a hand on your cheek. The Duke may seem a stoic man to most, but those who truly knew him knew he had a big heart.

Perhaps it is because you are one of those people that you finally feel that weight in your chest that you've been dreading since the signing of your marriage pact. It will be a truly long time before you would see your family again. If you could ever see them at all.

The Duke waves at an attendant who approaches with a silver tray. Leto takes the dagger resting on it and places it in your hands. "To remind you that you will always be an Atreides, that you will always be my daughter."

You let your tears fall as you hold the gift close to your chest.

"Don't cry now," your father pulls you into a hug, hoping to hide his own tears, "or I might never let you go."

You let a laugh slip through the sobs. You knew it was already decided and it is your duty to fulfill. The Sisterhood and the Emperor himself endorsed the match. Nothing could change it now.

The harsh light of Giedi Prime's black sun assaulted your eyes as you made your way down the starship's gangplank. The stark, high-contrast black and white made everything a pain to look at. You were thankful for the veils of your travelling gowns for providing you at least some shade.

You were greeted by House Harkonnen's steward, Jaromir Naggul, and swiftly led into the imposing, Brutalist fortress of their stronghold. You were almost happy to escape the infrared outside.

"Your belongings are being sent to your new quarters as we speak," Jaromir, a lanky but stately man, informs you. "You may change out of your traveling clothes and rest there. The Baron will receive you in the throne room in the afternoon."

You note his accent and the mild contempt in his voice, as if you were an inconvenience.

"This is Iassa," he gestures to one of the servants that had been following you through the halls. "She is your assigned slave. Should you need anything, you may tell her."

The word almost knocks the breath out of you.

You eyes turn to Iassa in her pale gray robes and you give her a polite nod. She hastily curtsies in return.

You knew the Harkonnens and even the Emperor kept slaves, but you suppose it never occurred to you that you would be charged with one yourself.

"Of course," Jaromir continues, "any of the servants in the fortress will be at your command, but Iassa will be in waiting for you in particular."

"Of course," you reply coldly.

"You will be staying in the guest wing for now," Jaromir says as he shows you the door to your quarters. "Of course, until your wedding. When you will then be moved to the na-Baron's apartments."

"...of course," you repeat, grateful again for your veils that they hide your dread.

You are silent as Iassa helps you into a black gown for your audience with the baron. It is the fashionable color in the Harkonnen home world. Although there were many other 'fashionable' traits on Giedi Prime, this was the only one you felt comfortable adopting right now. The complete lack of hair in every individual you had seen was certainly unsettling, but you sensed it would be rude to speak about it.

"What is the na-Baron like?" you ask.

Iassa pauses her fastening of your dress, she swallows. "He is a fearsome warrior, my lady," she keeps her gaze averted, "handsome and popular with the people."

Her voice was shaky but she seemed genuine. You only wonder if those words hold the same implications here as they do back home.

You look over to Iassa as she fetches your shoes. It's not difficult to see that she fears you. You cannot help but feel that that is all there is. You are still an off-worlder. An Atreides no less. She harbors no respect for you.

You take care to style your hair in the fashions of Caladan, fastening a falcon-like pin at the back of your head. The symbol of your house. Perhaps it is a risky choice, to be seen as defiant by the baron should he notice, but you could already feel the black sun beginning to drain the life out of you. The thrill of quiet defiance would have to sustain you for now.

Jaromir returns in time to fetch you and you are led to the throne room.

The baron's grotesque floating body looms over you and his subjects. You had never met any of the Harkonnens before but you were sure that was him.

"Welcome to your new home, Lady Atreides," the Baron utters your last name with thinly veiled loathing. "Let me present my nephew, Feyd-Rautha."

A tall muscular young man steps forward. Stately and regal as a Harkonnen could be, he looks over you with condescending eyes.

He certainly looked like a warrior, and you could see how the people of Giedi Prime could find him handsome, but you find yourself wanting to spit in his face.

"Forgive me for not greeting you when you landed, my lady," the na-Baron bows to you. His gravelly voice sends a chill down your spine, "I was preoccupied at the time. I trust you have settled well?"

You curtsy in turn, "I'm sure my lord had important duties to attend to. I am grateful for your hospitality. My rooms are very comfortable."

"Do not find them too comfortable young lady," the Baron calls from afloat his chair, "your wedding celebrations are to begin and you will be sharing rooms with my nephew before long."

Feyd-Rautha smirks at this and you are almost willing to cast decorum aside to slap it off his face.

"Tomorrow, your groom will take part in the arena to demonstrate his prowess as a worthy husband and leader, as per the traditions of our house," the Baron announces. "I'm sure you will make a point to attend."

"I would not miss it, dear Baron."

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha smut #dune #dune part two #house harkonnen #house atreides #leto atreides #lady jessica #paul atreides #baron vladimir harkonnen #duke leto atreides #austin butler #jessica atreides #space-mango-company #fic: stranger

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chaotic duo

pairing(s): dune cast x actor!reader (platonic), oscar isaac x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: even your on-screen son can't deny how delightful his on-screen parents were.

notes: absolutely no shade to jessica ferguson i adore her too much. reader is considered to have fem pronouns. ALSO ive been feeling iffy about trying to write for dune characters?? personally, although i love writing these actor!reader stories, writing for the actual characters i feel would be more challenging. dune's still pretty new to me but i kinda wanna give it a shot if i can make a good storyline T-T

It all started with the Dune Cast Q&A brought together by Nerdist. Timothee Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve had just finished chatting with the host, Stephen Colbert about their perspectives on Paul's character. Much emphasis had gone on the young actor's performance. And Denis's decision to cast such a well-experienced one.

After finishing up their last question together, Stephen decides to introduce two additional members. "Timothee let's bring out the man and the woman who play your parents, Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica." A transition between screens to display your camera view and Oscar's. He introduces both your names.

"Hi!" You grin at the camera, comfortably leaning against one of the arms of your chair. Similar to everyone else's backdrop, yours was pitch gray, covering all but your silhouette and chair.

"Hey Stephen," Oscar greets at ease, as you proceed to wave to each of the people seen onscreen.

It cuts immediately to the host gesturing in continuation for a question. "Tell me and the audience about Duke Leto Atreides. What do we need to know?"

"He's the father and human. I think that's the biggest thing and uh under incredible pressure to save his family. Save his house but to adapt to this new existential threat situation which is moving to this strange planet," Your fellow costar puts into short. Short and concise was what was expected.

Content with his answer, Stephen moves the attention to you. He calls out your name, eagerly. "Rereading the books uh- right now, I am struck by how much of the story- uh the backstory and the action story is driven by the decisions Lady Jessica makes." A smile grows on your face, knowing how much fun was a character to play for you.

Along his last few words, you find yourself nodding in agreement. "I'm impressed with that you, Stephen actually read the books again!" An instant grin comes from the said man. "But it's all applause to Denny- he highlighted this from the book. In the film, her decisions basically create, fractures and disrupts everything."

"Best parents ever," In a low whisper, Timothee murmurs and the five of you burst into short chuckles and snickers.

"The best you could ever have!" You clapped your hands together, shaking them above your head in victory. And when the screen expands to show everyone's reactions, the audience can noticeably pinpoint Oscar's playful eye-rolling.

Another fun interview you had the pleasure of sharing was with Grazia UK. It was in a more comfortable setting. With you and Oscar in a lounge room, with the Zoom camera on. While the female interviewer complimenting a kind smile.

"Can I ask you something," Not within a second of the conversation, you rose up with a peculiar question. "Do you remember his beard?" Your costar beside you, looks away in disappointment. Even raising his hand to emphasize his discouraged state.

"A bit yes..."

"Yeah,"

"Yes!"

"Why? It was an impressive beard," Sort of clueless really, the interviewer says, of why you wanted to the topic up.

"Yeah, it was impressive!" Oscar looks back and forth between you and the camera, directing towards the woman on the other side. While you shriveled in embarrassment, leaning your head behind his shoulder, with a few snorts of laughter. "She doesn't even remember if I had a beard or not in the movie! She just saw it."

"Quite a prominent beard!"

"Yes yes, well I can remember so much," You chaste, leaning closer, locking eyes with your costar. Threatening really in a playful way.

"We shot together for a few months! How could you not remember?!" He exclaims, raising both his hands in the air in exasperation. You puff, adorning a pouty-like look.

"I work with what's in front of me," you turn to address the interviewer, pointing at Oscar accusingly. Because much contrast to what he looked months ago, he no longer had that impressive beard. He was clean-shaven, much to your display.

Next to you, Oscar scoffs. "Apparently not!" Bumping shoulders with you as you fought back, poking him many times obnoxiously.

You both later discussed a provoking quote referenced multiple times from Dune posters. Fear is the mind killer. Truly a simple yet intriguing phrase that fitted well with the film. And in generally, you and Oscar compared each others quotes from personal experience.

"I guess you could combine them together," Taking a sip out of your glass, you eyed at Oscar. He hums back and smooths his hands comfortably down his hips.

"It will pass and love prevails!" He cheerfully expresses. Even from afar, the interviewer can notice how much fun you two were having with the question.

"Right and, it plays perfectly with the film," You add onto your little spiel, nodding as you go, "Besides the fact that- you know, fear is the mind killer."

The male actor lets out a long sigh. "Makes you forget how violent the movie is."

On the other side of the screen, the blonde interviewer shrugs her shoulders. "Well- it's only included in small parts in the movie."

It was your turn to hum, dragging out the M sound. "I think maybe the film focusses too much on romance."

A caught off cough comes from Oscar as he tries to his best to dismiss his your sarcastic comment. "I feel like there should've been more of it."

"Really?!" The shot pans to your exaggerated shocked gaze. You then turn to look at the interviewer. "He has no idea how to write a movie." Instantaneously the male actor bursts out laughing, shaking his head back and forth in little denial. Even you couldn't hold it together and giggled a little.

"You play Timothee's parents so spent a lot of time with him. What is the most interesting thing we do not about Timothee Chalamet?" The interviewer prompts, having their arms supported on top the their desk with pure keenness.

Pursing your lips together in concentration, your attention turns towards your partner. "Well coming from me- I mean I don't know if people know this about him or not- but he's very open hearted." Oscar continues, "And me, having to play his father- hence the beard!"

"Ah!" Giving more emphasis, you raised your brow in recollection.

He goes on comparing the analogy of having to play Duke Leto as a powerful leader of a House. Without his people and court, he wouldn't resemble much of an prestige leader. However Oscar later mentions that Timothee's performance was the catalyst to their relationship look authentic. He is young yet incredibly sympathetic towards what's to be done for the film. His time with both of you really sold your relationship as a family, you'd think.

"So that's a very generous thing to do for a young actor. And I was impressed and admired that," In the background, you can be heard mumbling in agreement. Your partner shifts his posture, facing and expecting you to go next.

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at him before focusing strictly at the Zoom camera. "I think for me, to have a young actor like him- he's very driven about it all. When he's on and off screen, Timothee's just focused- he's very serious and concentrates heavily on what Denny says- and I can say I respect that." You punctuate your point, tapping lightly on your knee. "And I play his mother you know, and I try to accommodate with that. I play along and we work until we find a good rhythm with each other." The older woman on the screen seemed enamored by your compliments regarding your costar. Yet her eyes quickly makes it's way to Oscar, sitting quietly and listening to you ramble.

His laidback posture showed how greatly he took your words in. You grab your glass and take a quick sip before hearing him say, "We raised him well." Taking your hand in both of his as a sign of pride.

A delightful chuckle comes from both you and the interviewer while your partner gives a satisfied grin. "We really did!"

The media did not need proof to know of your enjoyed time during the production of Dune. In fact, multiple vlogs and documentaries about the film had fans and viewers alike become fond of your positive and laid back attitude about it all. Despite playing a calculating character such as Lady Jessica, you were nothing of serious when on screen with your costars.

"Welcome to Arrakis!" You popped into frame, wearing an exquisite dress, costumed by one of the designers. It was golden yellow with chains running down from the bottom half of your face to your chest. A faint veil covered your head but for right now, you had it placed on your hair. You spread your arms with anticipation for the cameraman to pan around your surroundings. "It's sunny today so I think we'd be out here for some time." You moved extremely close to the camera, before moving out of the frame to the side.

Abu Dhabi was bliss. The production and crew worked diligently day and night working in the deserts. And on this particular day, most of the cast had been present as well for the introduction of House Atriedes on Arrakis.

A few shots slowly pans from the crew's tents and Denny far into the sandy mountains as he speaks with Timothee. Another shot slyly captures you showing Josh Brolin an unknown video, sideways. Which somehow made him cackle very enthusiastically, holding his stomach to air as you quickly pat his back multiple of times. In all, everyone of the cast members were having a blast in the dry outskirts of the unknown.

"Hello," Brolin pops in another clip where he stands, wearing the Atreides armor. Under a massive shade area, a few people can be spotted in the background, moving equipment and conversing with others. From afar, the people filming the documentary can be heard presenting a few questions for him to touch upon. "Ah what do I think about Lady Jessica being played by," He says your name sincerely.

The video cuts to you having a conversation with your on and screen husband. A hand covering above your face to shield yourself from the sun, while Oscar tries to move where the light is hitting you as the best he could.

"I mean a phenomenal actor like her playing in that kind of role is guaranteed to have an amazing performance. She's- We've known each for a long time since Sicario and with Denny," The male actor softly grins, staring at where you were. "But Oscar on the other hand, eh- not so much." His tone becoming monotonous, as if the shift in topic was distasteful to the touch.

"Whatcha say, Gurney?!" A scream echoes and it's Oscar, cupping both his hands into an O.

The older actor couldn't keep it together before breaking into frivolous giggles. "Nothing, my lord!" He takes one last glance back before seeing you give him two big thumbs up with a silly smirk. "No in all seriousness, those two are just the best! You can never have a bad day with them."

Another prominent section in the video fans adored was with the actors that played Duncan Idaho and Dr. Liet Kynes. This time they are situated in what looked like the structure of Arrakeen. Where all ornithopters were supposedly stationed and the introduction of Dr. Kynes.

"They're so mom and dad," Jason Momoa shaking his head playfully with his hands clamped together. Both him and Sharon Duncan-Brewster wore still suits unlike many other extras who wore Atreides armor. "I mean- they're playing Paul's parents- but in real life it's just so different."

"Definitely more chaotic," Brewster jumps in, earning a hum from her costar. "They act nothing like them."

A cool shot from different location displays you in a dark with Timothee. It was the scene after Paul is put to test to by the Reverent Mother. It was a chilling scene yes, but in post production, many realize how unprofessional you sometimes were even in the most serious times.

The cameras were not live however the film crew were about to pan to you gesturing back and forth with your on-screen son. It was a interactive and intriguing conversation you both were having. You looking in purely engaged with what the French actor was saying. After a few sentences being spoken, it looked as though you chided a teasing joke which gave the reaction of Timothee slightly snickering, backing away slowly.

"I mean do they look like my parents? No," The young actor states shortly. It looked as though the clip was shot right after capturing your cute moment togehter. "But I'd say- yeah Oscar Isaac's a great actor and- to be able to play my dad is pretty cool. Even though we look nothing alike." Nervous laughter spouts as he clears his throat.

"I feel like I get the resemblances from my mom though," Affectionately stating your name, "You can tell where I got my powers, good looks from." Momentarily readjusting his collar as he takes a quick look from behind, knowing your footsteps.

"See? I'm the favorite parent!" In hushed squeal, you wrapped your hands around Timothee's shoulders, earning a lovable grin back.

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