Cassandra

SHE/ HER !REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Wattpad ~ lan0delrey

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!My Masterlists!

House of the dragon

A knight of the seven kingdoms

Peaky Blinders

Avatar

Finn bennet

Stand Alones

Star Wars

Dune

The King

Brad Pitt

The Summer I Turned Pretty

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S03E04 — “Tumbleton”

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I want to adopt him

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Just some thoughts on the reader being Aerions wife while heavily pregnant at Ashford Tourney…

He would be all over you. Princes don’t ride in carriages, they rode on their horses alongside them. But when Aerion saw you step into the carriage, with no one but his drunk older brother who had already fallen off his horse, he broke the standards and slid in beside you without a word. If Daeron were to snore to loudly, or scare you with his nightly visions on the way there, he would kick his brothers shin, shutting him up instantly.

When you’d finally arrive there, Aerion would be the only one to help you out, he didn’t trust anyone near you anymore, after all you were carrying his hatchling now, as he liked to call it. To his logic, the male dragon always protects the nest, despite the child being born yet or not.

He would watch you with every step you took, and if anyone were to dare get too close, attempt a conversation, or merely disturb your peace? It’s safe to say they would not be seen anywhere again that day.

You would have been the one to convince him to go to the puppet show, it was about dragons after all, and you knew his strict obsession with them. It had started off pleasant, you, in his arms. But it seemed he had snapped that poor girls fingers in the blink of an eye.

You had tried to get the nearby guards to stop the taller man from coming at Aerion. You knew your husband was in the wrong, but to see him being brutally attacked meant more.

When you had returned back to the small castle of Ashford, where you were all staying, Lord ashford was waiting with Maekar and Baelor. You were sat near Lord ashford. Aerion often liked to put you far from him, only so he could stare at you fully for the night. As he ignored the hedgeknights words, he instead snapped some nuts open.

The final one had flown across the room, going past Lord Ashford and landing on your boots. When you had begun to bend down to retrieve it Aerion let out a noise of displeasure. Instead he gestured to Lord Ashford, pointing at your shoes. He watched as the Lord scrambled to remove it while you blushed in embarrassment.

“My wife is carrying a prince, my Lord, it is only right you go to your knees before her” is what he had said with a shrug before Maekar had snatched him by the collar and dragged him out while Baelor spared you a smile.

Aerion had made you clean his cuts that night, just so he could entice you to a bath with him. You knew how that always ended….

Watching the trial was horrible for you, seeing your husband lose, was not something either of you were used to. For the next week, Aerion let you baby him. Though he did moan and complain when you cleaned his wounds, he would stay quiet when you’d brush your fingers through his silver hair.

You being pregnant was the only reason in the end that Maekar didn’t send Aerion to Lys. So that night Aerion made sure he fucked you to your hearts content.

“It brings on the birth” he’d whispered in your ear as he finished inside of you for the third time

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Guys…

Hypothetically if I were write a fanfic for Aerion Targaryen, but putting him in the timeline of House of the dragon, would anyone read it?

I just love writing for his character so much but there’s only so much I could write about based off of akotsk.

It would be published on Wattpad, as that’s where all my long stories go :)

Also his love interest would not be an existing character it would be an oc, because I love a lot of the couples in the show and wouldn’t really want to change them…..but perchance shipping Jace and Helaena 😏

Would you be interested

Yess😛

Hell no 😨

Voting ended onJul 22

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- Aerion with a twin sister who is just as twisted as he is -

Aerion Targaryen x twin sister reader!

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Dyanna and Maekar knew it almost instantly. From the first night the two were born, they caused mayhem for everyone around them. They refused to sleep unless laying together in their crib. They would cry all night, even when they desired nothing.

Even as Toddlers, the wickedness grew. In the nursery, you and Aerion were double trouble. If someone stole one of Aerions toys, you would bite. If another child resided too close to you, Aerion would bite. It was a vicious cycle.

You and Aerion never liked being separated. You had both made that clear as babes. As you grew up, you both refused to have separate chambers. Each time it was brought up, you would throw a tantrum until Dyanna would give in.

When you would be separated after breakfast for lessons with your septa and his septon, you would do so with smirks on your faces. Your favourite was hiding insects under your septa’s seat, making her screech and jump up. Aerions classic was setting things on fire. The septon would return to the library after retrieving his belongings, only to see the books he had prepared for the lesson sitting in the fire, in ashes. Aerion would merely stand by it with a deadly smile.

You both did it to end the lessons early.

As you both became young adults, you grew to hide your cruelty. At 14 you started to hide Aerions belongings, things he valued. You would do it just to see the moment he realised it was missing. He would look to you as soon as he realised, knowing that was your favourite past time. He always had to give you a gift to get it back.

But he always got his revenge in one way or another.

At the start, it was but ruining things you loved, or threatening you. But as you both grew up, it would become something more than that. You can remember the first time he did it. You were all sitting for dinner together, as you did as a family every evening when you were at Summerhall. You had hidden Aerions favourite book about the dragons history that morning. After he gave you a bunch of your favourite flowers you have it back.

But Aerion wanted revenge. You had been sipping some of your Dornish red when you’d first felt it. Aerion was sitting beside you. You felt his hand slowly slide onto your thigh. This was not the first time he’d done that, so that itself did not face you.

However his hand beginning to move did.

You froze, your goblet stopping at your mouth. You snapped your head to the left to look at him. He only smirked back at you as his hand slowly moved under your red gown. You shifted, attempting to get his hand off, but they were futile efforts.

When his hand first made contact with your most sensitive area you placed your cup down harshly, gripping it until your fingers went white. Your mother gently looked at you. She was sat opposite you. “Are you quite well my dear, you look pale” Dyanna had commented.

“Y-Yes mother, I simply drank too much wine too quick” You replied, trying to stay still as your brother moved his fingers against you.

Thankfully your mother had believed you, and Aerion had given you your first orgasm at your dinner table. Then he’d also given you your second third and fourth that night.

When lords began to ask for your hand, you saw it as a game. You knew it riled Aerion up, and you loved to see that. When they would ask for a dance at a Tourney you would always say yes, and make sure to rub it in Aerions face. This would always end up with Aerion naming you his queen of love and beauty after winning the Tourney.

However, one particular Lord, had been obsessed with you for months, waiting for the perfect time to ask you for a dance. You complied, only to annoy Aerion. You had seen the glare on his face, and so when the Lord asked you to walk with him through the castle, you agreed.

You had never been so grateful for Aerions obsession with you. The Lord had gotten too handsy, when you tried to push him off, he shoved you against the wall.

Then Aerion snapped three of his fingers and knocked him out.

That night, you were in your bed. You and Aerion had finally stopped sharing a bed at 14. You were weeping. You may be cruel, but you were not used to being shoved around. Your door opened and closed without a sound. When you looked up Aerion was standing in front of you.

You were waiting for him to tease you, to call you weak. Instead, Aerion cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears away “Do not cry little dragon”

His voice was so soft like velvet, making you sniffle again. He smirked at your tears, they ignited something deep in his soul. “Aerion…will you stay with me tonight?”

Aerions smirk darkened, he dipped his head down, pressing his lips to yours casually “Of course, I shall stay by your side”

You nodded, laying back into your bed and he moved to lay beside you. You placed your head on his chest. “Do not worry, my little flame, we shall get our revenge. The decision is yours, fire, or many many insects.”

You smirked back.

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We’re so back.

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IM SICK💔💔

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hiii i love your work so much ♡♡♡

can i request a finn bennett fic with fem reader who is a director and she's also kinda quiet and shy and they work together and fall in love and stuff hehe

thank youuu

have a nice day ♡☆

Last train to London

Finn bennet x fem reader

You co directed the backrooms, one of the biggest films of the last few years. This brought you large success, but it also brought you love.

Thank u sm for requesting btw I love this idea sm. There’s more here

When you got a call from Kane Parson about co directing the backrooms movie with him, you obviously said yes. You both grew up in the same neighbourhood and had made amateur films together for fun. You both grew to be excellent in your field, so that’s why he knew you would be perfect for this.

The production was for A24, which was an extremely popular business, which produced indie films. You had known the general idea of what the backrooms was, and the thought of creating a movie with this seemed exciting to say the least.

When you both starts discussing possible actors for the characters, Finn was brought up. You had both seen him in small enough roles. He was undeniably talented and could play a range of characters which is what a good actor was capable of doing. He was casted as Bobby pretty early on.

Perhaps it was the early mornings with just the two of you, or perhaps it was because he was the first person in a long time who knew how to bring you out of your shell.

Something changed in the way you both looked at each other, everyone working in the film could see it, and thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

When you would record angles wrong, and make a mistake, he would be the first one to tell you that it’s all good, to stop you from panicking or getting upset.

That meant a lot to you.

On one particular night, production had ended pretty late. The other actors and film crew were tired and all went home, but you and Finn were starving, and not just for food..

He asked you to come into the city with him. You said yes, no second thought ever making its way into your mind.

You both decided to get the train, having to run to make it as it was the last one. You both eventually got onto it, laughing like children in the rain. He then went on to explain a very embarrassing story of when he had missed the last train to London, and that his girlfriend at the time refused to come and get him as it was early hours in the morning.

Without thinking you blurted out that you would always come to collect him, even if he had been an idiot or you had been asleep when he’d rung. He smiled at you then, really smiled.

Then he had kissed you. Right on a train with a crowd of people. But it had felt like just you in the moment.

You fell in love while creating a horror film with a London boy. Perhaps that would be an interesting film to direct.

But in that moment, you didnt think about filming, or cameras or anything else, other that the blonde boy stood in front of you, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

You were in love.

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Guilty

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Bad religion

Paul Atreides x Fem!Bene Gesserit!Reader

Synopsis : Your mother Gauis Helen Mohiam, was Truthsayer to the falling empire. Raised among royalty, religion, manipulation and corruption, who else would be the perfect wife for the new Emperor Paul Atreides..Who you knew as the Fremen Demon

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“Paul Atreides is not dead, mother” You said, walking into the room your mother was in.

You didn’t miss the way she froze, her hand pausing its movement of writing, before she continued.

Always measured, never panicked.

For fear was the mind killer, that is what all Bene Gesserit were raised on. The mere idea of fear or panic was seen as weakness. They do not show such weakness.

“How many times must I tell you not to call me that, child”

Your mother’s voice was cold, unforgiving as it was always ways. Your mother had been Reverend mother at the Bene Gesserit school for many years.

But now she had moved up in the scale of things, she was Truthsayer to the Padishah Emperor himself, Shaddam Corinno IV. He was a quiet man, since aging being more easy to manipulate.

Ripe for the picking in terms of your mother. She did not advise, she dictated, but in a way that was hidden, so even the Emperor did not realise it.

“Have you nothing more to say?” Was your reply, your bright blue eyes contrasting the dark navy veil over your hair, and the cloaks over your body.

“You are part of the Breeding Programme, not my child, Girl”

“He will come for us all, you know of this? He challenges the emperor. If this is the full truth, the emperor will fall for his crimes” You said, voice louder in urgency.

“The emperor was always going to fall, child. He is weak minded, and old with no Heir to his name. He bore only daughters, only one lived to be a woman” She replied coldly, not once looking up from her writing.

“Then she was murdered at night, before she could birth her child. The Great houses claimed it to be the work of the Harkonnens…but you? You claimed otherwise” You said, a new unsettling look in your eyes as you stared at her.

“There was no sufficient evident for such a claim” She replied.

Her writing quickened, you noticed.

“You planned the demise of the Atreides” You said, breathlessly and accusingly.

“Of course I did. Leto Atreides led by his heart, too weak to gain such power, and The Harkonnens? Too bold to obtain such power, they surely too, will fall” She said.

Now, she had stopped writing.

You swallowed, staring down at her. Your mother had soon horrible things your entire life, but conducting a genocide brought a new sickness to your stomach.

“And Jessica? She was your student at the Bene Gesserit school. You claimed she was a vital vessel for our way” You said.

“She disobeyed orders. She was told only to bare daughters” Your mother cut in harshly. You could tell she would never truly get over such a betrayal.

“In disobeying she may have brought forth the one, have your forgotten?” You said, testing her.

“I forget nothing! That boy was nothing but an abomination forged out of Jessica’s own pride” she cut you off.

“Is, mother. Paul lives, now you must deal with the consequences” You corrected her.

“You believe you are not involved?” She said, with a tone that was mocking.

“How could I be? I thought I was not your daughter, Reverend Mother” You replied coldly, before turning, fixing the veil that had slipped down.

When you left the room, she did not continue to write.

You were too clever, she had realised this when you were only a child. You recognised things she did, things others would bypass, and you would question her instead of staying silent.

Questioning oppression and manipulation did not work for the Bene Gesserit.

The emperor had announced his desire to meet with the Baron Harkonnen on Arrakis, to discuss the letter he was sent by Paul Atreides, as well as the so called Fremen demon, the prophet on Arrakis that was responsible for destroying the Harkonnen Harvesting machines.

He was wreaking Havoc on them, and showing them up for the fools they were.

To you, the so called “messiah” was interesting.

The journey to Arrakis was tense, full of nerves for what was to come. The emperor spoke to no one, neither did your mother, then again, neither of them rarely spoke to anyone.

When the ship opened, the sun hit you all immediately. To everyone else, it was a nuisance, to you, it was a warm sensation that you were unaccustomed to.

You had never been to Arrakis before, but you’ve read much about it, learned about what the sisterhood had planted there all those years ago.

Lisan al-Gaib

That’s what they called him. The one who points the way. Some say he is the same one who the Bene Gesserit have been trying to produce for generations.

Some say he is close, some say he is already here

As you all began to walk off of the ship, the Reverend mother approached you “You must act with the upmost Poise, this is your chance”

You swallowed “Must it be him? That monster…”

She turned her head to you “It matters not what form he takes, he has the blood we desire, you do too, you must do your duty to our cause”

You stayed silent, staring into the distance. You sighed, lifting the orange veil to see the landscape better. The warm breeze brushed over you, and you could smell the spice.

In the distance there was a beige Rocky Mountain, surrounded by Sand dunes. You fell into a trance like state, staring at that mountain.

You felt like someone was watching you

You swore you saw figures move on top of the mountain, but before you could look any longer, the Reverend mother used the voice on you.

“Come here”

Your body reacted before your mind did, and when you snapped out of reality, you glared at her. She just kept walking, and reluctantly you followed her.

_

You weren’t surprised to see the emperor use the Sardaukar to strike down the Baron. You watched the man lay limp on the ground, and the na-baron Feyd only watched with a look of excitement.

He sickened you.

He caught your gaze, giving you a smile that sent shivers down your spine.

You looked away.

The attacks came loud and quick. The entire frame of the building shook, dust permeating every inch. The Sardaukar surrounded you all, as you waited for the prophet to show his face.

When he did, he was cool, his strides slow. The Fremen had knocked down the impendingly tall doors into the throne room.

Through the dust, he showed himself.

He wore a stillsuit, and his face hidden through cloth. As he came closer his eyes landed on you, and he walked past you all.

Instead he went to the Baron. He dropped to one knee, whispering something inaudible, before plunging his Crysknife into the large man’s neck.

Baron Harkonnen was dead, and good riddance.

You felt your mother tense, even she had not expected this. The Truthsayer to the Emperor had failed.

It satisfied you.

You pulled your veil down off of your face, feeling too hot. Your breathing was quick, yet no one could tell.

Years of training.

You watched with a poker face, as the Prophet they called Muad’Dib approached you. The Sardaukar lunged slightly as a warning.

But he stood in front of you.

You didn’t look away.

He spoke to the Fremen, who followed him like followed do a God. “Take the Emperor, Kill the Sardaukar.”

There was a beat of silence “Do not harm her”

His words made your lips part. He had been speaking in Chakobsa, the native language of the Fremen. But you had been taught all languages of the imperium, and so understood each word he said.

With one last meaningful stare, he left the room.

Then the Killing began

_

They kept you in the dungeons of the building. It was earily cold for a planet so warm. You clung to the cloaks draped over yourself.

“Who is he?” You asked your mother.

The Reverend mother was sat with an imposing darkness and for one reason only.

She had not expected this, she did not plan for this.

She had failed.

“Irrelevant” was her only answer.

“But-“

“Should he challenge the emperor, Feyd Raytha Harkonnen will fight in his stead. When the na-Baron wins, you will be a dutiful subject to him” The cloaked woman said, leaving no room for another’s opinion.

“He may not win, the Fremen may best him” You said quietly, peering up at the woman.

She was silent for a moment, eerily.

“A Fremen rat beating a trained na-baron? You think meekly” Was her reply, and she looked away.

You stared at her “Do you think so low of people?”

“Your compassion will get you nowhere, child. Grow up and do your duty” Was her cold response.

You gripped your own cloaks harshly. “I owe you no duty” you whispered.

She laughed at your words then, because to her they were amusing. “You have no power over me, without me at your side, you may as well join the Sardaukar in death” she scrutinised.

You turned away from her, silently asking yourself what you had done to get such a wicked cruel woman as your mother.

She didn’t even let you call her mother.

_

When the Fremen finally brought you to the viewing room upstairs, you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

Would this be the moment of your death?

The emperor had a glare on his face, refusing to accept that his own army had been bested by what he deemed low, common people.

As you stood before the crowd of Fremen, they stared at you.

You were glad of your veil now.

The emperor demanded that this prophet answer for his crimes against him. “You’re facing a full invasion Fremen!” Emperor Shaddam spat.

You watched curiously, seeing the same figure that had looked you in the eyes, standing at the opposite end of the room. He was facing away from you. “How can you be so sure that the great houses are here for me?”

He turned then, and a hush fell over you all.

It was Paul Atreides.

Your lips parted slightly. You had met Paul at a young age, though you barely remembered that time.

But when your mother had tested him only seven months ago, you had been there, you had even conversed for a few minutes.

And here he stood before you, back from the dead.

“They may be curious to hear my side of the story, don’t you think?” Paul said.

He stalked closer to you four, his figure imposing and authoritarian. You could not take your eyes off of him.

“I am Paul Atreides, son of Leto Atreides, Duke of Arrakis” Paul said, his voice growing stronger with every word.

You glanced at the Emperor, he was speechless.

This gave you satisfaction.

“Gurney?” Paul said then, turning his head to the right.

“My lord” Gurney nodded.

“Send a warning to all ships, if the great houses attack, our atomics will obliterate all spice fields” Paul said.

There was an echo of gasps throughout the room. Spice was the most valuable thing in the universe, and it made travel possible.

Gurney nodded, disappearing to the side of the room which overlooked the landscape of Arrakis.

“You’re out of your mind” Emperor Shaddam spoke.

“He’s bluffing” Feyd-Rautha said with a stare.

His voice made you swallow, taking a step away from him.

Your mother spoke then “Consider what you’re about to do, Paul Atreides-”

“Silence!”

Your mother was sent back a foot, falling into the arms of the royal servants. Your own lips parted. You looked from your mother to Paul.

He could use the voice, not seen before in a male. Could he truly be the one?

“Abomination” Was all your mother could mumble out.

You glanced at Jessica then, who was already looking at you. The last time you two met, she was meek, fearing the Reverend mother.

Now she was Reverend mother to the Fremen, carrying a second child. She had an aura of confidence that was new as well.

Her striking blue eyes made you look away.

Gurney came back then “message sent, my lord”

Hearing this, Paul looked back to the Emperor, an enraged scowl on his face.

“As a servant of the imperium, you will bow at my feet!” The emperor spat.

“Your feet?!” Paul yelled incredulously.

You watched timidly, shook by the yell.

Paul walked closer then, like a predator that had cornered its prey, and was now toying with it “You’ll be lucky to keep your head” Paul promised.

He emperor said nothing for a moment before speaking “What is your plan them, hm? To kill us all”

“Not all of you” Paul relied coolly.

His eyes landed on you then, and you swallowed.

He took his time walking over to you, taking in your face. Though something was guarding it.

He pulled the veil over your hand, gentle in a way that would make one forget he had just threatened to kill people.

“I will take your hand in marriage, free you from the hell you live in” Paul said, his voice dropping to a softer tone.

Your lips parted, you felt the vibration of Feyd-Rautha stepping forward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the Duke.

The Reverend mother’s eyes widened at his words, she stepped forward “What is this madness you speak of? This girl is to marry the future Baron Harkonnen” She said coolly.

Paul’s eyes lifted only to glare at the woman, as if he speaking was the highest insult to him.

When he didn’t answer her, she turned to you “child! Stop this madness at once!” She ordered harshly.

Paul stepped forward then, as if acting as a boundary between you and the woman. “You will be freed from people ordering you around, dictating your life, but in saying that, this is a proposition, not an order”

You blinked “Why? Why are you asking me this?”

He paused then, glancing at the ground before answering truthfully “Because when I spoke with you on Caladan, it made me sick how you were treated. I see you in my dreams, I hear your voice at night, not plaguing me, guiding me. You deserve more”

His words made your lips part, as you stared up at him with your blue eyes that mimicked his own.

“Will you take my hand? Free yourself from the misery they bring?” Paul said, staring down at you.

You found yourself nodding “Yes” you said quietly. Unlike when the Reverend Mother used the voice on you, this was completely your decision.

And you chose freedom, you chose him.

“No, I’ve heard enough!-“ your mother began.

“Enough, or I’ll kill you on the spot” Paul threatened, the blood on his face becoming illuminated by the sun on Arrakis.

Paul looked back at you “You will be safe at my side, and we will rule together over the empire”

His words sent a chill down your spine, not in a nervous way.

He turned to the Emperor then, who had stood silent. “But you? You have to answer for my father”

“Do you know why I killed him? Because he was a man who believed in the rules of the heart. But the heart is not meant to rule, in other words, your father was a weak man” The emperor said.

Paul stared at him “Stand, or choose your champion”

He did not take the bait.

Feyd-Rautha stepped forward with a dangerous smirk “I am here, Atreides. I need a blade”

“Accept mine” The emperor spoke, staring at Paul.

Feyd-Rautha stepped closer “Perhaps when I kill you, I’ll take her as my wife, to show the imperium you followed your father in weakness”

Paul glanced at you, his eyes telling you to stay calm, and you did.

The fight was skilled, through, and almost took them both. But in the end only Paul atreides lived to see the next day.

Though he had been stabbed twice, he still walked towards the emperor with a limp, the blood on him and murderous look on his face only presenting him as even more frightening.

The Reverend mother gripped your arm painfully tightly. You swallowed, looking up at her. When Paul had reached you both, he glared at the older woman.

“Get your filthy hands off of her” He ordered coldly.

The Reverend mother gave you one last glare before dropping your arm harshly, leaving you close to trembling.

Though you did not.

Paul walked over to you then, his breathing uneven and laboured from the fight. He took your hands in his, and somehow you did not mind the blood.

“I will give you anything you ask for, you will rule by my side. So I must ask you, should I spare them?”

Paul was gesturing to the Emperor and the Reverend mother, you knew this.

That is why you stayed silent.

They both stared at you, the Reverend mother speaking “Say something girl” coldly.

For a long time you did not, and eventually you found yourself looking up at Paul.

And you nodded your head no.

Your answer satisfied him, and it reassured what he had always thought about you. You did have right, you did have strength, you just needed the right person to lead you.

And now you had him.

He nodded at your words, his hands reaching up to take your own as the two began yelling in hopes you would change your mind.

Paul turned to Stilgar then, mumbling in Chakobsa “Kill them”

They were dragged away, into the hall. You turned your head, swallowing. Paul’s finger guided your chin to return back to looking at him.

“You need not lay your eyes on filth, you are an empress now. It had to be done, so you can move forward” He explained in a low tone.

Gurney walked over then “My lord the great houses have denied your request”

Stilgar spoke then “We wait for your word, Mahdi”

Paul stared down at you, sighing before if saying “Lead then to paradise”

“Lisan al-Gaib” the thousands of Fremen chanted.

As the words danced in your ears, Paul leant down, pressing his lips against your own. You froze momentarily before kissing him back.

When he pulled way he leant his forehead against your own then. He blinked “We will win”

You nodded, looking up at him “I trust you”

With that, the Holy War began.

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I luv ur axl heck x reader ur writing is amazing! Xx

TYSM!!!

That’s so kind :)))

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“Dirty little secret”

Axl heck x Fem!Reader

Summary; You, being sues friend, and neighbour to the heck’s, were almost like part of their family. Axl was always like a brother to you, until he wasn’t, that’s when he really saw you.

You were sat in the Heck’s sitting room, doing homework with Sue. You were both sat on the floor on the carpet, sheets of paper surrounding the both of you like a storm.

“Sophmore year is so hard” You sighed to your best friend.

“Really?! Oh God don’t tell me that?” Sue said, as she was a freshman.

“You’ll be fine Sue, you always do well in school” You reassured her and she smiled calming down.

“Thanks…but I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you in school” Sue admitted.

Sue was more shy than you, she only had one or two friends, and she was very out there. But you had grown up together, and she was your best friend, you would never turn your back on her.

“Of course! And you’ve settled in really well Sue, you’re gonna be just fine” You said making her smile.

Just then you felt a pull on your head. Axl walked past, pulling your ponytail making you roll your eyes.

“What are you dorks doing?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“Homework Axl, go away?” Sue complained.

You only laughed “Axl people doesn’t even get it. Do you know the concept?”

“What are they, a band?” Axl said making you nod in disbelief.

“Well…Darrin and Sean are coming over soon, you dorks better not be here” Axl said, glancing at you one last time.

You caught his look and blushed, looking away. He left to go back on his room, when he was gone Sue looked back to you. “Are you excited for the first game of the season?”

You nodded “I hope they win”

Sue laughed “I’m more excited to see you cheer, it’s far more entertaining than football”

You smiled “I think Axl would disagree with that”

“As if I care” Sue rolled her eyes.

You went back to your homework.

__

That Friday, the first game of the season was on. Axl was playing, he had been part of the team since he was a freshman. He was their best player.

You had been a cheer leader since last year, when you joined high school. You loved it, and you’d made lots of friends through it.

Thankfully, the team had won, in fact they had destroyed the other school. You and your friends had nailed all of the cheers you had been practicing since the start of the year.

At the end of the night, you were waiting for Sue, as she was going back to your house for a sleepover. Suddenly someone approached you.

Greg Montgomery, a boy in the year ahead, a junior.

Like Axl

“Hey” He said, a smooth smile on his face.

“Oh..Hey” You smiled back softly.

“You looked really good out there, I was watching” He said, nodding.

“Oh…Thank you Greg” you smiled up to him.

“It was a good game, wasn’t it? I was surprised they did so well, usually the basketball team is the one to wipe out other teams, we’re good.” Greg boasted.

“Yes…the basketball team is good” You nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“Mhm…Well…I guess I’ll see you around?” He asked, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

You nodded “Sure” you said quietly.

He nodded “Goodnight” giving you one last smile.

“Night” You waved back.

Once he disappeared from sight, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Just then you felt a hand on his arm. You let out a small yell.

You turned to see Axl, you slapped his chest “What the hell!”

“Hey! Jeez!” He said, taking a step back after you slapped him. He was still in his football gear, muck on his face from the game.

You sighed “Sorry…you scared me”

“Sorry” he said with attitude.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“Forgot my helmet” He said, picking it up.

“Oh” You said.

Axl nodded, looking around before saying “So you were talking to Greg, huh?”

“Uh…yeah I was, why?” You asked him.

“Nothing…Nothing..” Axl said.

You shivered slightly in the cold. It was a crisp late September evening, when the evenings starting to cool down.

“Here” Axl said, handing you use varsity jacket he had been holding.

You smiled shyly “Thanks Axl”

Just then Sue yelled for you a few metres away. “I better go” You said.

“Yeah…..Wait!” Axl said suddenly.

You turned, looking at him “Yes?…”

He paused, swallowing, as if finding what he was even trying to say “I…..Nevermind”

You sighed, as if wishing he would say what you both knew he wanted too. “Alright…see you later?”

“Yeah” He nodded, a longing look in his eyes.

__

Greg had asked you to Homecoming, you had said yes. You weren’t really sure why you did. Maybe it’s because all of your friends told you too, that he was a junior, that you were lucky.

Or maybe it’s because you wanted to forget about someone else.

One evening, you were walking home from the library, at around 9pm. Your winter exams were coming up and you wanted some peace and quiet to study.

“Hey!” A voice yelled from a car beside you.

You looked over to see Greg “Oh…Hey, what’s up?”

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride home”He said with a smile that seemed too nice to reject.

“Oh….well…Okay” You agreed. You had a nervous feeling in your stomach, but it was late and you were tired.

When you were in the car, he put his arm around you, you tensed, but didn’t push him off.

When you realised he was driving the opposite way of your house you swallowed. “W-Where are you going”

Greg didn’t reply, only pulling in to a Cul De Sac and turning the car. He turned to you, leaning in to kiss you.

At first you froze, and then you pulled away “Greg…I want to go home please”

“Oh come on, have a little fun” He said, sliding his hand up your leg.

You swallowed, opening the car door and getting out. There were tears in your eyes “Hey! Come back!” Greg said.

You swallowed nervously, he was following you, but before he reached you there was a yell “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You both turned to see Axl. You wiped your tears, sighing in relief. Greg swallowed “Nothing Heck..beat it”

Axl only walked closer, straight up to Greg who swallowed “You beat it asshole, now”

Greg scoffed, glaring at you one last time before getting in his car and driving away.

Axl turned to you, watching nervously as tears fell down your cheeks “Hey…it’s okay he’s gone”

You sniffled, wiping your tears “Yeah..”

Axl froze for a moment before taking a step forward and hugging you. You felt yourself melting into his hold.

“He’s an asshole” He said, holding you against his chest.

“Yeah” You sighed, your tears finally stopping.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home” Axl offered.

You nodded, and you both began walking in the direction of your house. After a minute or too, he took your hand in his, and you let him.

_

On the day of the dance, you felt awful. Obviously you weren’t going with Greg anymore, so you felt like an idoit, everyone knew about what happened.

When you opened your door to go to the dance, your eyes widened, there he stood.

Axl.

You swallowed “I…I thought you were going with Jessica.” Jessica was a girl in Axls year. She was head of the cheerleaders.

“I was….but then I realised I wanted to spend the dance with someone I actually like” Axl admitted, staring at you.

“You…You like me?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah…I guess I do…just don’t tell people I said that…I’d sound like a dork” He said, you laughed.

At the dance, you spent the whole night together. You both saw Greg and Jessica together. Jessica knew what he had done and she still went with him, that was the kind of person she was.

You didn’t care though, because you were with exactly who you wanted to be with. The final song was a slow song, one that made Axl hold you even closer.

Your arms were around his neck, his around your waist. “I wanted to really thank you…for what happened last week”

“You don’t have to thank me for that” He said, and you could tell he meant it.

“No…I want to” you said.

He nodded “alright….but you should know I did it because I care”

“You care?” You asked.

“Yeah…I care about you” He admitted

You blushed smiling slightly, and before you knew it, he’d leant down, and kiss you. Your arms tightened around his neck, and he pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, your heads tilting.

When you pulled away Axl sighed “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that”

You laughed, kissing him again.

It was the perfect night.

[starxs-s]

My husband btw

[cassie48]

hi! can i request a finn bennett x popstar! reader? they met in London and starred in films together and they don't care that finn is like levels below the reader. thank you!

- Money is Everything -

Pairing: Finn Bennet x Fem!Popstar!Reader

Synopsis: You were both child actors, staring in movies together when you were barely teens, and now he was beginning to finally get recognition, but you already had it all…yet you still looked to him.

Authors note: I love this request sm! Please keep sending some in :) I kind of based the readers aesthetic on Addison Rae Xx

Popstar

That’s what the media was starting to call you. Now, you had been known by the average person from a very young age. You had the parents that put their kid in every acting class from when they could walk. London was a busy city, but it also meant big opportunities.

You had always loved to sing, but you had gotten into acting, so it seemed unlikely you’d pursue it. You can still remember the excitement of your agent calling to say you had been booked for a movie.

It was a sort of coming of age movie, as well as a Rom-Com. You were cast as the main characters younger self, and you were in around the first fourty five minutes of the movie, that was big. Finn, had been cast as the love interests younger self. You were supposed to have been childhood friends in the movie. Filming had been so easy with him, so natural.

Your shooting only took a couple of weeks, but you can still remember how much fun you had with that boy. You were both from London, so you connected easily, even if you had both been around only 13 at the time. He was funny, different from the bother boys you had met.

You had stayed friends through the years, but as your both grew your fame, it was harder to stay in contact.

You were finally given the opportunity to get into music when you were around twenty. You had gotten a break from acting, and an opportunity came up that a producer was free.

You already had songs made it up your head, but getting to put them to actual music was everything you had dreamed of, and when you released your first single, you blew up.

The following year, your album came out, you were around 22, and before then, you were sometimes recognised by people, but rarely.

Now you couldn’t even go to your corner shop in London anymore without being harassed. The paparazzi had taken a liking to you alright.

People were calling you the “new Britney Spears”

But there were so many positives. You were invited on shows, Graham Norton, Jimmy Fallon, the list goes on. It felt as though you blew up overnight.

They were calling you the new Popstar.

It felt good.

It wasn’t until you were asked to create a song for an A24 movie, that you met Finn again after so long. It was for the backrooms, which at the time you believed to be odd, that it didn’t fit the vibe, but somehow, it did.

In a kind of twisted creepy way.

Finn was starring in that movie, it wasn’t a huge role, but he had gotten quite famous after a knight of the seven kingdoms had been released the year before where he had played Aerion Tarharyen.

You thought he looked hot with that blonde wig.

Things between you felt different, there was a new tension that hadnt been there before you joined the Backrooms project.

But it wasn’t until the night of the Oscar’s that either of you acted on it. The film had been nominated for a few different things, but your song had been nominated for best music (original song) Along with other songs in it.

When the movie came out, your song had blown up, for the eerie affect it had for watchers. To be fair, who puts a pop song in a psychological horror? well, A24 did, and it was creepy. But it also blew up for the catchy tune.

So much that the Oscar’s asked you to preform it.

You were sat next to Finn that night, and you couldn’t deny that the wine you’d been drinking all night wasn’t having an effect on the way you were looking at him.

But he was looking at you too.

After you had preformed, a picture of him kissing your cheek had gone viral on twitter, mere moments after the event. But at the afterparty, things only went even further.

The lights were dark, it was 2:30 am, you were both dancing together. It was a slow enough song, and there were many other actors and artists near you.

Finn had leaned down to whisper in your ear “You sang really well, tonight”

You couldn’t help but blush, etching even closer to him, as your arms around his neck tightened “Thank you…I was so nervous” you admitted with a smile.

“Why? Everyone loves you” Finn said, poking you as a tease making you nudge him with a playful glare.

“What?! It’s true, people are probably wondering why you’re here dancing with me, when you could have another other guy in this room” Finn said, and as he got further into his sentence, you could tell this was coming from the heart.

The frowned slightly at the words “Why would I dance with someone else, when I have you?”

The way you seemed so certain about what you were saying, like someone else wasn’t even a thought, made Finn freeze, now looking down at your lips.

You saw this and smiled, the wine you’d drank showing now “You know I could always read you”

“What are you doing with a guy like me?” Finn murmured, his face so close to yours your lips were almost touching.

“Because…Because I want to be here with you” You admitted.

With that, Finn closed the distance between you too, kissing you with a force that sent shivers down your spine. Your arms tightened around his neck, the kiss deepening, his tongue slipping in your mouth as he pulled you even closer against him.

When you both eventually had to pull away, you laughed, your forehead against his “You still want me?” He’d whispered.

“Hell yeah, you’re a good kisser Bennet” You teased, and he smirked, pressing another kiss to your lips.

The pictures of you both walking together and kissing occasionally that night went viral the next day, and you were the internet’s new favourite celeb couple.

It was safe to say Finn was at all of your concerts, watching you with those eyes that spoke of Love, pride, and something warm that Finn always carried inside of him.

You loved that man.

And he adored you.

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