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Stilgar x plus size reader

When the sand is still and the sun has set, you reflect on what has become of your life but there is someone unexpected who wishes to show you how valued you truly are

Warnings: some Dune 2 spoilers but nothing too major, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, fluff, love confessions, hope , mentions of death and pregnancy

WC: 1.1k

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You doubted that you would ever get used to the harshness of Arrakis. The heat and the perpetual dryness were a constant reminder about how far from home you really were but your duty was not to your own comfort, it was to your Lady Jessica. You followed her from the drowned planet of Caladin all the way here, protecting her and her son, as well as the unborn child within her. 

The Fremen looked down on you, even after Jessica was named Reverend Mother and Paul became Muad'Dib, you were still the outsider, the one whose eyes had yet to be stained by the Spice. You got used to eating, sleeping and walking alone, the sand beneath your feet becoming the only thing you could count on. You trailed behind everyone else, they called you a waste of water and there were times that you couldn’t help but agree. You could not fight, nor harvest Spice, you were raised and trained to be a lady’s maid, destined to spend your days in the shadows observing the world around you as life passed you by.

You often wondered why Stilgar had fought so hard for you to stay with the Fremen when you had nothing to offer them. Even Lady Jessica couldn’t find a use for you anymore. 

The moonlight cast a blue glow over the mountainous sand dunes and you could almost imagine that they were the ocean waves of your home planet. The camp was quiet, everyone having retired for the night an hour before yet you remained awake, deep in thought. No one would know you had gone until the morning, the wind would wash away your foot prints. You would give your water to the desert.

Just as you rose to your feet, a strong hand clamped down onto your shoulder, keeping you in place. “Why are you not resting Suhl?” Stilgar’s voice was quiet but it still held such power over you. You turned slowly in his hold to face him, yet he did not release your shoulder. His blue eyes shone like gems in the moonlight, making your heart jump and flutter. 

“Forgive me for worrying you, I found that I couldn’t sleep.” You bowed your head. Stilgar tutted softly and hooked a finger beneath your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. His thick brows were pinched in confusion though his expression remained soft, far softer than you had seen him look at anyone else. He seemed doubtful of your excuse.

“How many times have I told you to come find me if you need something?” Your cheeks blazed with the heat of shame. Stilgar was a generous man, especially with those he cared for and inexplicably, he was almost too giving when it came to you. He gave you extra water when you had consumed yours too quickly, he showed you how to sand walk when your fear of the sand worms had mounted, he had even shared his tent with you on so many occasions that you had lost track of the number. 

His hand shifted to your soft cheek, his calloused palm from a lifetime of fighting a stark reminder that you were not made for this life, this planet. “I can see that is not all that worries you Suhl. Tell me what troubles are clouding your mind.” You attempted to swallow down the thick lump trapped in your throat but when the older Fremen let his free hand wander to your lower back, his thumb gently rubbing the base of your spine, you choked on the tears you had not allowed yourself to shed.

“It is nothing.” You tried to deny and tug yourself away from the man that had been caring for you. Your eyes burned as he held you closer, a show of affection that you had never received before. He clicked his tongue at you, as if he were scolding a child.

“Suhl.” He cooed, dipping down to press his forehead to your own, the tips of your noses brushing together. You could no longer hold back.

The first tear that rolled down your full cheek shocked you both. It was quickly followed by another and another and another until they dripped down your chin and onto the loose white shirt Stilgar wore at night. You hiccuped and slumped into his strong chest. You clutched at his waist as you continued to sob but the Fremen, despite his constant insistence that absolutely no water could be wasted, gently rocked you back and forth, whispering comforting words into your hair, even if you couldn’t understand them.

“I shouldn’t be here. I should have been killed with the others when the Harkonnens. I am of no use to anyone and everyone knows it.” You pretend not to notice the way his muscles seize and he goes stiff in your arms, you wished to bask in his affections for as long as you could, before he too realised the truth.

His thumb ceased its movement and he slowly pried his chest away from yours. “Is that what you truly believe?” Your lack of an answer told him everything he needed to know.

He pulled you back into him, his thick arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders like he were fearful that you would suddenly dart away from him and into the desert where he could not follow you. Your eyes screwed shut as you curled into him. More tears stained his shirt but he did not flinch away from you.

“Do not waste your water on those who would not drink from you. You are better off crying for the dead.” A light breeze washed over the both of you, kicking up the sand around your feet. “You are not like us Suhl, you are soft where we are ruthless. It is true that you are not meant for this life but I would not have you take that light away from this world, not when I can keep you safe until this world is kind enough to let you bloom.” 

“Why?”

His chuckle made your head bounce against his sternum. “I thought it obvious. You are my Suhl.” A hand came up to lovingly cup the back of your head, urging you to look him in the eyes. “Suhl means peace. And that is what you are: my peace. And one day, when the sands have disappeared beneath a sea of green and Dune is free once more, I hope that I shall be yours too.”

You can’t help but smile which in turn makes Stilgar beam, the blue of his eyes shimmering with what you now realised was love. “Thank you Suhl.” Your pronunciation was clumsy and most certainly needed some practice but still, he squeezed the base of your skull and dipped down, pressing his lips to yours.

The sun would rise soon and you would be forced back into the real world and all its dangers, but for now, you basked in the moonlight, safe in his arms. Perhaps Arrakis held more than just pain.

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Pairing: Will Graham x Reader

OKAY THIS IS EVERYTHING AND I HAVE THOUGHTS!

This gif is also the exact Will I am picturing today.

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Okay, listen, I don’t think Will has ever gotten over anything. I mean that figuratively, but in a really real way. He seems like the type not to dwell on the past, but one to appreciate the nostalgia for the experiences he had while he was growing up. This wouldn’t control his life in any way, but he would appreciate those moments of reminiscence that come with an old favorite song or the sight of a yearbook he forgot about.

Nothing can convince me that Will had oodles and oodles of friends in school and early adulthood, and he probably didn’t want that anyway. But he did have a close knit circle that was a constant for him in his young life, and one of his closest friends was you.

You were the first in that circle, you and Will being a duo since you were young, but time seemed to have taken both of you in separate directions. You caught up on rare occasions, but you mostly lived in each other's distant memories. A person only recalled when the name comes up, but in a way that is filled with nothing but fondness. Your time together was lovely, it just didn’t carry far beyond youth.

Maybe one day, while he’s picking up coffee for himself and Jack before heading to a crime scene, he notices a familiar voice on the other side of the cafe. He’d grab his order and begin moving your way, calling your name softly once your conversation with your peers had some to a close, his eyes catching a glimpse at the beauty of your own for the first time in years.

A shocked smile would plant itself onto your face as you gasp in a kind of disbelief, “Will! It’s been so long!” and you’d meet him in a friendly hug, his arms meeting in the middle of your back in return.

“Yes it has. How have you been?” He would ask honestly, his own disbelief present in his voice as he listens to you tell him about all of your ventures.

You’d comment on his curls, much different than the last time you’d seen him, and say that he looked happy. He wouldn’t indulge much more on that topic, but his head would give a nod in response. He’d tell you of his work as a professor, speaking about how fulfilling it is and how satisfied it makes him, leaving out his more recent ventures in the field.

You’d tell him that you’re glad he found his place in everything, the conversation coming to that natural, unawkward end that these kinds tend to do.

Will would gesture towards the cafe door, signaling that he must be off, and you’d share another quick enbrace before he makes his exit, saying how you must catch up sometime soon.

You both know that likely won’t happen, but the thought is always nice.

Once outside, his head would turn back, looking for you one last time in the window, unaware that you’re doing the very same thing. A small, slightly stifled laugh leaves the both of you as Will shakes his head, his smile pointing towards the ground as he treks back to his car.

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just imagining dad!Logan holding his baby for the first time and… sigh

warnings: afab reader, pregnancy, birth, Logan’s a girl dad idc

a/n: idk what caused me to write about this but dad Logan is the loml at the moment so…

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he’s staring at you holding her in your arms, a small smile gracing his rough features, a contrast to his usual scowl.

You look up at Logan, holding her up for him to carry, her little beady eyes looking curiously at the man in front of her now.

He raised an eyebrow at you, you nodding and smiling. Slowly, and hesitantly, he took her into his arms, his hand supporting the back of her head. It was like his little girl and you were the only things in the world at the moment, like time had stopped for his family.

Tears ran down his face, “She has your eyes.” He murmured gently, and you swear it’s the softest you’ve heard him spoke.

“And she has your big ass head of hair.” You retorted, making him laugh out inbetween his silent cries.

“You do, don’t you, girl?” He murmured to her, her head tilting slightly to the side, her mouth opening to reveal her gums, which made him shake his head and laugh even more.

It was adorable to see a tiny swaddle of blankets in his large, beefy arms that practically engulfed her.

she began to cry again, he quickly handed her off to the nurses, watching them for a moment before turning to you, pulling up a chair next to your bed, grabbing your hand. The small gesture made you look at him with a small smile, he gave you a small smile back.

He knew at that moment, when he saw you look up at him, and her beady eyes stare back at his, that he would protect the both of you, his little family, until he day he fucking died.

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