#yandere paul atreides

[yandere-wishes]

⭒ㅤׂ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Dune Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ♡ ｡ ゜  

☾⋆ Paul Muad'Dib Atreides | پل معادب آتریدس

He dreamed of you again tonight. Something cathartic laying across the sands. Your touch haunts his skin, tracing scars and stars across his cheeks. He wonders what you see him as, something sacred or something exotic. Neither matters so long as you love him...

Paul's a volatile star, always one breath away from exploding. You're scared to touch the golden boy, lest your fingers return burned and your skull rattles with the echo of the cosmos. Still, it's hard to miss the devotion when his lips grace your knuckles. Hard to miss the cacophony of his heart as it reverberates across the desert. 

ᯓ★ Leto Atreides | لتو آتریدس

Leto kisses butterflies into your shoulder, the taste of your skin feels like nectar on his tongue. His mind is always racing vying for your affection, your attention, your adherence. He traces your name across his star maps, each letter scribbled in a melancholy blue. You grace his chambers again tonight, it feels so wrong to only see your silhouette, to not feel your love bleeding like his does. He kisses you again, something akin to devotion. He needs to feel you under him again, needs to feel the softness of your flesh under his fingers. Something in him shatters, something inside him rearranges. You make him feel so erratic. Why must he love you this way?

𓆩⚝𓆪 Duncan Idaho | دانکن آیداهو

his lips taste of chaos, he pours his passion into you. 

He feels you rattle inside his bones. Feels you coursing through his veins like unaltered spice. He's on another mission, laying in the sand and daubing your essence into constellations. He dreams of your fingers running over his muscles pushing adoration into him with a rusted kitchen knife. Your eyes never gaze at him for long. And yet each stare holds the weight of a nebula. He falls asleep to the phantom melody of your sweet voice. Dreaming of returning to you once more. 

༺🕸༻ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | فید روتا هارکونن

There's a blade in his hand, blood marring pale fingers again. In every droplet, he sees your face. Phantom pains rampage when he hears your name. He dreams of you holding a knife to this chest, breaking the skin, and riving through muscle. Each night your ghost plagues him. Hurting him in all the ways he craves. He dubs you ecstasy, overdosing on everything he wants to do to you. Everything he wants you to do to him. He etches your name upon his bones, dedicating each open wound to you. He's going mad over the notion of you between his sheets, limbs entwined in a bloody mess. His tongue craves the taste of your flesh, starved like the trees on Arakkis. He must have you, he will have you. 

-`𖤓´- Stillgar | ستیلگار

Stillgar's love is a desert tune, the winds rustling through the grains before the breaching of a sandworm. He falls harder and harder with each soulful gaze. He's spent his whole life chasing prophecies that he's forgotten how to wholly love something not written in blood and legend. He prays upon every star, that the maker has written your names together. That maybe some prophecy exists where you are to become his. He watches you sitting across the dunes, watching as the sunset pales compared to you. He whispers prayers beneath his breath, hoping you'll be with him soon. 

݁˖☘︎ Gurney Halleck | گارنی هالک

He stiffens under your touch, under the sonority of your voice. His battered heart rattles in your presence, the air in his lungs freezes and he momentarily forgets that he is a soldier, a protector, a tool carved to fight for the Atreides. He's not meant to love, to crush, he's meant to kill, to teach, to follow. A weapon in every sense of the word. And yet he'd throw the world at your feet for a sliver of your attention. Gurney can't help the flames that grow within him. The raging pyro each night when he catches a rogue glimpse of you through the crack of your door. He wishes to kiss you, to hold you. To make you his in every way he knows he can't. 

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Gone Maid

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your jealous husband will only stop when you’re completely lonely. 

WARNINGS: Toxic Marriage. 

AN: Also thanks to the anon that sent methose 3 ideas, the credit goes to you for this amazing idea. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“Where is she?” you storm inside the room, anger bubbling inside you. 

Paul looks up, a neutral expression on his face. He slowly chews his food, impassive about your outburst.

Your anger quickly declines as the uncomfortable silence grows, the imbalance of the situation making you grow nervous. Paul doesn’t like you to argue back. 

“I want her back, Paul. Y-You can’t keep doing this.” your words cause Paul to narrow his eyes at you, a muscle contracting in his jaw. Your breath gets caught on your throat, a nervous feeling rising. 

“I can’t? Is that so?” he repeats, fork dropping to the plate with a loud crash that makes you jump a bit. 

Paul lets out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he grabs a napkin, cleaning the sides of his mouth before joining his hands, his eyes staring into you. 

“I make the decisions I see fit for me, you and this Empire. You don’t need to be happy about them, but yes accept them.” he declares and you swallow back a snappy comment.

Stay calm and take a deep breath. Don’t let him get to you, you repeat to yourself. 

“She did nothing wrong. She never uttered a single ill word against the Empire, if that’s what you mean.” you defend your maid, who also shares your home planet.

All the rest of the maids that initially came with you now gone, sent away from you. All because of your husband’s need to isolate you, to leave you completely alone unless for his suffocating company. 

His lips curl into a malicious smile as Paul gives you a knowing look, sensing your desperation. 

“Your maid was a menace. She poisoned your mind against me and don’t you dare lie to me about that. I know the conversations you two often shared about me.” he takes a sharp breath, his blue eyes sending shivers down your body.

He can’t possibly know about that. But he does. He always does. You bite your lip, your throat constricting as the tears rise to your eyes. 

It’s more than predictable how this is going to end and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re defenseless, powerless, as you always are against him. 

Paul rises from his seat, approaching you until he can cup your cheeks, his eyes tracing your features. 

“Don’t cry, my love. I’m the only one you need.”

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[ragazza-whintigale]

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Dune

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento yandere, Fem reader, relazione tossica, matrimonio forzato (menzionato), tentato omicidio, avvelenamento, aborto, relazioni extra coniugarli, tradimento, utilizzo della voce, manipolazione psicologica, instabilità emotiva, ricatto, tocco non consensuale.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 3170

I corridoi a quest’ora della notte erano quasi del tutto vuoti, fatta eccezione per i soldati di guardia e della figura leggiadra della bella donna chiamata (nome) Alithea e in futuro Atreides -se mai il matrimonio fosse andato a buon fine naturalmente-. La bellezza della figura meritava per certo il soprannome che gli era stato affidato quando era ancora una bambina. La principessa degli Alithea. Come unica figlia femmina fino ai suoi 12 anni era stata amata e adorata quasi al pari della contessa che una volta era stata sua madre.

La sua bellezza e purezza non era ancora caduta in disgrazia secondo il pubblico.

La sua bellezza, la sua educazione e il suo carattere mansueto avevano permesso tale nomignolo. Poco si potrebbe immaginare che dietro quella bella facciata si potrebbe nascondere una donna non più diversa.

Una donna fredda e crudele, cresciuta fino a riconoscere la sua unica utilità come scambio tra famiglie. Il nome e l’importanza degli Atreides per una donna fertile ed educata che avrebbe mantenuto alta la discendenza.

Si era quasi stancata di sentire tali voci venire dall’esterno, oramai quasi tutti i servi al servizio del Duca e della sua famiglia avevano familiarità con il caratteraccio della donna.

❝ Mia signora cosa ci fate sveglia a quest’ora? ❞ La donna si fermò barcollante nei suoi passi. ❝ Dovreste essere nelle vostre stanze a riposare. ❞ (nome) ha un aspetto malaticcio nei suoi lineamenti morbidi. Il colore della pelle è sbiadito quel tanto che bastava per farla sembrare tra la vita e la morte. I capelli (colore) scompigliati, sono sciolti dal solito complicato intreccio, permettendo così delle morbide onde ad accompagnare il suo viso. Il piacevole movimento delle ciocche seguiva il suo viso una volta che decise di poter onorare questa persona con le sue attenzioni.

Duncan Idaho era in mezzo al corridoio con aria solenne. La postura eretta e impeccabile è proprio qualcosa che ci si poteva aspettare da casa Atreides e da uno dei suoi fidati.

Lo sguardo dell’uomo affronta con sospetto il corpo gracile ea mala pena sostenuto della sua signora. Non c’è traccia di ostilità verso qualcuno, solo il suo solito io viziato. O almeno è quello degli ultimi 7 anni. Quando d’improvviso la dolcezza della bambina venne sostituita con il gelo caratteristico di casa Alithea.

Duncan non ha mai diffidato di lei. Non che potesse in qualche modo, è una donna talmente fragile e minuta che si poteva dubitare potesse ferire qualsiasi componente della famiglia Atreides. Solo non poteva che notare il cambiamento di carattere durante la sua crescita al fianco all’erede Atreides. Davanti agli occhi ha visto come qualcuno potesse sprofondare nell’oscurità poco a poco.

Lo sguardo affilato della donna cadde sul soldato, fidato agli Atreides e vicino a quello che sarebbe diventato suo marito. ❝ Niente di importante Sir, cerco solo di raggiungere il mio futuro marito nelle sue stanze. Mi ha chiesto di parlare in privato. ❞

Duncan dubitava che Paul potesse essere così dannatamente maleducato da scomodare la sua fidanzata che fino a qualche giorno fa era in letto di morte. Poi nessun -nemmeno Paul- gli aveva parlato di questo incontro e per quanto potesse essere un incontro tra innamorati, di cui dubitava molto, il ragazzo avrebbe comunque avvertito qualcuno della cosa.

In genere lady (nome) non era nemmeno una persona da incontri romantici al chiaro di luna, ne di una avventura in camera da letto. Quindi era ben presumibile stesse architettando qualcosa che avesse a che fare con Paul. Duncan sperava vivamente che questo non li avrebbe messi nei guai.

❝ In tal caso lasciate che vi accompagni.❞ Il suo onore gli impediva di lasciare la sua signora andare in giro per le sale di Castel Caladan alla ricerca del futuro marito, quando nemmeno riusciva a camminare correttamente.

Stava anche tremando a tratti sotto la stola in lama.

Lo sguardo della donna si assottigliò lasciando brillare le pagliuzze argentate annegate nel (colore) delle sue iridi. (Nome) era abbastanza furba da non tentare una discussione per una tale sciocchezza. Per quanto irrispettosa potesse essere, il tutto sarebbe diventato solo più sospettoso. ❝ Se è ciò che desiderate.❞ Duncan camminò fino a sorpassare (nome) e guidarla verso la sua destinazione.

La stanza di Paul non era molto lontana, di conseguenza il viaggio fu breve. La principessa bussò con eleganza alla porta e Paul rispose aprendo la porta. La sorpresa era palese dai suoi occhi verdi, ma si riprese l’attimo dopo aver notato anche Duncan. Salutó l’uomo con un cenno e poi si rivolge alla donna di Alithea ❝ A cosa devo la visita della mia signora? ❞ (Nome) ridusse la sua espressione a puro disgusto e entrò nella stanza lasciandosi alle spalle Duncan e la sua espressione disperata dai capricci e dalle bugie della donna. Paul non fece altro che un’espressione di scuse al compagno fidato chiudendo la porta intimandolo di continuare con i suoi doveri.

❝ Spero ci sia un motivo valido per disturbare il tuo riposo e Duncan. ❞ ❝ Non gli ho chiesto io di disturbarsi. ❞ Lady (nome) ha tralasciato le sue condizioni precarie mentre si fermava nel mezzo della stanza incrociando le braccia al petto. La stola e la vestaglia morbida annientava ogni curva che la donna potesse possedere. Un sospirò lasció le labbra di Paul mentre si avvicinava a lei per avvolgere le braccia intorno alla figura della donna, ❝ La vostra crudeltà non appassisce mai mia signora, nemmeno quando siete malata. E dire che quando eravate piccola possedevate una tale gentilezza. ❞ Il calore della loro pelle che si tocca era qualcosa che (nome) ha detestato, e sapeva che in futuro non gli sarebbe bastato questo da lei.

Si crogiolò segretamente nel tepore del loro abbraccio, forse avrebbe dovuto prendere una stola più pesante ma non è riuscita a trovarla da sola. ❝ Io inizierei a ritermi il colpevole di tale comportamento se fossi in te, Paul.❞ Il suo nome aveva una cadenza sprezzante ma L’Atreides, in qualche modo contorto, sembrò apprezzare. Paul stampa un bacio sul suo collo, incurante dello strato di capelli che si sovrapponeva alla pelle di (nome). Rabbrividì disgustata.

❝ In ogni caso non hai risposto alla mia domanda.❞ Si staccò da lei andando a sedere dall’altra parte della stanza. Si versò qualcosa da bere e lo stesso fece per lei. (Nome) sapeva fare di meglio che cedere a tali galanterie. Era considerata una bellezza a tal punto che in molti hanno cercato le sue attenzioni con trucchi meschini.

In realtà Paul sapeva perché era lì e da cosa era dovuto il suo turbamento. C’era una incrinatura nella sua solita corazza, lasciando intravedere spiragli di rabbia e nervosismo. Aveva letto attentamento i suoi movimenti e le sue parole. Come si soffermava su qualcosa troppo allungo, come teneva coperto il ventre con la stola e come si graffiava i polsi.❝ Devi lasciarlo andare. Lui non ha colpa.❞ ❝ mmh? ❞ Prese un sorso di bevanda tenendo gli occhi su di lei. Sapeva di cosa stava parlando, non c’è stato bisogno di avere conferme, eppure lui ha continuato a fingere di non comprendere. Se lady (nome) non lo conoscesse, avrebbe potuto dire che si stava divertendo a vederla così.

Paul la conosceva a sua volta abbastanza da sapere che: niente avrebbe potuto agitare la donna se non la consapevolezza di aver condannato qualcuno per un suo errore. Non era così crudele come tutti l’avevano dipinta, e Paul lo sapeva meglio di chiunque altro. Sapeva che probabilmente le occhiaie nere sotto i suoi occhi erano solo la causa delle notte insonne per il senso di colpa.

Senso di colpa.

Forse nessuno a parte lui sapeva che Lady Alithea era capace di provare simili emozioni. Era davvero brava a mascherare le proprie intenzioni dietro la sua freddezza, non sempre ma quasi, questo Paul glielo avrebbe concesso. Forse se non fosse per le sue abilità di Bene Gesserit nemmeno lui l’avrebbe notato. ❝ Non vedo perché dovrei, (nome), dopo quello che ti ha fatto.❞ ❝ È TUTTA COLPA MIA! LUI NON C’ENTRA-❞ L’urlo lasciò trasparire tutto il risentimento che aveva nei suoi confronti. Era uscito così spontaneo dalle sue labbra che è riuscita a fermarlo solo dopo aver sfogato in parte. Certamente si era fermata ad un certo punto e una parte di colpa andava allo sguardo che l’erede degli Atreides le ha rivolto. La turbava ancora, anche a distanza di anni e nonostante la loro differenza di età. ❝ … e tu hai utilizzato l'occasione a tuo vantaggio.❞

-Nemmeno i rivelatori di veleno erano riusciti a rilevarlo. Era stata attenta. Talmente attenta che quando il sangue iniziò a colare giù dal naso e dalla bocca una confusione generale riempì la stanza. Alcuni soldati si sono precipitati lì, altri hanno chiamato il dottore Yueh e di seguito arrivò anche Hawat. Era una delle poche volte che anche il Duca era presente, forse tutta quella confusione era dovuto anche a questo.

Nessuno era riuscito a scoprire chi fosse stato e meglio come avesse fatto. Ma Paul aveva un idea. Un’idea che si era rivelata più che giusta. Lo aveva visto chiaramente. -

Le braccia della donna scivolarono dritte lungo il corpo mentre stringeva il tessuto della vestaglia tra i suoi pugni. Non era ben chiaro se si fosse pentita di averlo urlato o se avesse solo temuto per lo sguardo di Paul. Ma il resto della frase è comunque stato ridotto ad un sommesso sussurro.

Forse si sentiva colpevole. Lui non l’aveva mai toccata prima senza il suo permesso. Non le aveva mai fatto del male. Eppure lei aveva agito contro di lui. Prima ha cercato di uccidere Paul mentre dormiva con coltello di fortuna, ma fu troppo codarda per portare a termine l’impresa e crollò tra le braccia di Paul. Non aveva detto una parole ne aveva mostrato paura. Poi aveva cercato di avvelenarlo… ma cambiò obiettivo. Forse ha sperato qualcuno contestasse la sua unione con Paul, forse non ritenendola all’altezza di diventare Duchessa e un’Atreides. Ma non accade. A Paul bastó immagazzinare le informazioni , analizzarle e valutare come risolvere al meglio la situazione. Il suo attentato al giovane Duca non fu mai scoperto, e il suo auto avvelenato fu solo deviato alla soluzione più semplice. Il ragazzo così vicino a Lady (nome) da averla avvelenata per gelosia.

Questo le fece pentire in primo luogo di averlo scelto e portato con sé su Caladan, di essersi compromessa con lui e di essere stata costretta ad abortire per conservare l’onore di entrambi. ❝ Forse avresti dovuto pensarci prima a coinvolgere qualcuno di esterno.❞ È stato stupido ma lo sapeva già. Non lo amava nemmeno come meritava.

Ed è abbastanza palese che Paul stesse giocando con questi sensi di colpa.

Non le avrebbe offerto uno scambio, lui non ne aveva bisogno per farle fare tutto quello che voleva. Non c’era modo che avessero parlato di scambiare la vita del ragazzo con qualcosa che andasse a vantaggio di Paul e Lady (nome) lo sapeva abbastanza bene.

❝In ogni caso ora non dovrai più temere di coprire quella gravidanza indesiderata e io non dovrò tenere un bastardo.❞ Un erede bastardo. Era qualcosa di ironico adesso, agli occhi del giovane Paul. Non gli ricordo minimamente sua madre, che diede al Duca Leto l’erede che tanto desiderava.

La donna era colma di rancore, colpe e imbarazzo, per questo non proferì altra parola. Non cercó di salvarsi o giustificare i fatti evidenti, lui era l’unico oltre a lei a saperlo e poteva dedurre fosse solo grazie alle sue predizioni. Nemmeno il povero Elias era a conoscenza dell’avere messo incinta la futura sposa di Paul. Forse era meglio così.

❝ Dovresti essere grata. ❞ La voce di Paul perse l’affetto e il rimprovero. Divenne solo fredda come se avesse perso la possibilità di provare sentimenti. Si avvicinò alla forma della sua signora prendendo a coppa il suo viso dai tratti morbidi tra le mani. La principessa si sentiva disgustata. ❝ Per cosa? ❞ ❝ Per non averti condannata con lui. ❞

In un lampo di rabbia (nome) spinse le mani sul petto del ragazzo, allontanandosi quel che bastava.

In primo luogo pensava glielo avrebbe concesso, nel suo stato attuale, lui era più forte di lei. Perciò la distanza era quella che lui gli aveva concesso a prescindere. ❝ Avrei preferito morire a causa del mio stesso veleno che rimanere qui con te. ❞ La principessa strinse i denti ad ogni crudele dichiarazione mentre si dirige verso la porta con l’unico intento di andarsene.

❝ Non uscire dalla stanza. ❞ (nome) si fermò nei suoi passi, con la mano sulla maniglia e un piede pronto a dare il primo passo per uscire. Sapeva che Paul era in grado di usare la voce, aveva sentito parlare della cosa molte volte da sua madre mentre si esercitavano. A riguardo c’era un tacito accordo. Lui non avrebbe dovuto usarlo su di lei.

Per quanto non fossero mai stati messi termini e condizioni lui lo aveva fatto solo una volta, esclusa questa. Forse è stata quella volta a convincerlo ad non utilizzarlo. Lei aveva dato letteralmente di matto, urlando e cercando di attaccarlo direttamente.

Nessuno ha saputo dare una risposta a tale comportamento e la situazione tacque in pochi giorni, lasciando un’alone di mistero sulla vicenda.

Lo sguardo della donna era intriso di rabbia e sanguinaria voglia di fargli del male. Paul la guardava a sua volta con una sorta di sfida nei suoi occhi. Sarebbe stata sopraffatta dalla voce o sarebbe stata rinchiusa per aver attentato alla vita di Paul?

Era quasi sicura che nella seconda avrebbe sofferto più lui che lei, per questo quando mosse i suoi primi passi verso il fidanzato lui socchiuse le labbra. Pronto a richiamare qualsiasi ordine l’avrebbe riportata al suo posto. Ma lei si fermò ancora prima di poter fare unaltro passo.

Lo sguardo di Paul era ancora su di lei. I suoi capelli ondulati ricadenti sulle sue spalle cadenti. La sua vestaglia argentata e la stola che era caduta dalle spalle e ora si reggeva solo alle braccia della ragazza. Una visione dannata e patetica proprio come era la sua signora quando nessuno poteva vederla a parte lui. L’orgoglio e la vanità erano scomparsi a favore della dolce disperazione e dai sensi di colpa. Ma in fondo l’Atreides non avrebbe potuto desiderare altro che essere l’unico spettatore di tale vista.

Nessuno avrebbe potuto ammirare la luce fioca e semplice di una donna, che aveva imparato a mantenere le apparenze di freddezza e nobiltà, sfaldarsi davanti a qualcosa che la stava mandando in frantumi poco a poco.

Paul era quella cosa ed entrambi lo sapevano.

I primi passi di lui furono intercettati dalla donna che indietreggiò per mantenere la distanza iniziale. Un sospiro tra l'esasperato e il divertito ha lasciato Paul mentre parlava nuovamente. ❝ Devi smetterla con queste scenate. Non ti serviranno a molto soprattutto se sono l’unico ad assistere.❞ I loro occhi erano fissi l’uno sull’altro. Niente sarebbe cambiato nel comportamento della donna, lo sapeva. Eppure i suoi occhi erano ancora attenti a qualsiasi cosa lui volesse fare di lei. Avrebbe mantenuto le parole eppure lei non era ancora disposta ad avvicinarsi. ❝ Spiegami come posso farmi ascoltare, senza per forza darti un ordine. ❞ Quel potere non era un semplice ordine! Se fosse stato solo un ordine lei avrebbe ignorato il tutto e poi sarebbe andata avanti per quello che credeva meglio. Ma in quei momenti il suo corpo smetteva di essere una sua proprietà e faceva ciò che quel coro di voci le diceva di fare. Cacciata e privata della sua stessa volontà. È così che si poteva descrivere.

❝ Non puoi. semplice, no? Basta solo che mi lasci stare, e che lo scagioni da quelle accuse, e per un po’ continuerò questa recita, per un po’.❞ Per un po’… Non significava per sempre. Non si sarebbe calmata e questo sarebbe solo qualcosa di temporaneo. Era come una pietra che colpiva il vuoto. Non faceva alcun rumore. Nessuno dei due aveva un discorso collegato con quello dell’altro eppure continuavano a parlare sulla medesima linea. Lei era lì per un motivo e poi avrebbe voluto andarsene il più lontano possibile. Anche il fondo del mare di Caladan le sembrava più accogliente e invitante di quella stanza soffusa di luce. Mentre lui desiderava cercare di convincerla a rimanere, nella sua stanza e nella sua vita. Non che lei avesse quella gran scelta in questione ma lui desiderava ancora che lei lo volesse almeno un po’.

Fece un altro passo e poi un’altro e un'altro ancora, verso di lei, in silenzio. Ma lei si allontanava ancora, ancora e ancora. I passi erano traballanti e non si poteva escludere l’eventualità che potesse cadere. ❝ Sai davvero essere crudele mia signora… soprattutto con me. ❞ A Paul sembrava piacere evidenziare come le sue parole taglienti perdessero L’affilatezza in sua presenza, intrecciando le proprie parole con terribile sarcasmo. Lei inciampò su qualcosa e cadde seduta sul letto del ragazzo. Non poteva sapere cosa, ma ha immaginato fosse colpa di Paul. Era sempre colpa sua anche quando non lo era, ai suoi occhi.

Non sapeva esattamente come fosse finita lì, ad un'estremo della stanza, opposto a dove era. Quanti passi senza guardarsi attorno aveva fatto? Quando si era persa troppo in profondità negli occhi di Paul e dell'odio che provava per lui.

❝ Ti odio. ❞ Lui rise alla conferma delle sue parole. Questo era odio. Un odio patetico che gli si addice magnificamente. ❝ Lo so. ❞ Si avvicinò al suo volto, lasciando poco spazio tra loro, tanto che ogni respiro sfiorava le pelle del loro volto. Gli (colore) della donna erano spalancati in cerca di una soluzione, di un indizio o di qualche bagliore, negli occhi del futuro marito. Una qualsiasi scintilla ma niente. Lui era impassibile e illeggibile come lo era sempre stato, e questo l’ha terrorizzata. Come nei loro primi incontri, come nel loro primo incontro. ❝ Cosa vuoi in cambio? ❞ Dopo un lungo silenzio lady (nome) si decise a parlare. Di solito durante i loro scambi di parole non si parlava mai di scambi o mediazioni. Nessuno dei due avrebbe ceduto qualcosa per averne un altra. Specialmente (nome).

❝ Rimani. ❞ Era decisamente generica come risposta e la ragazza si trovava spazientita da tanta indulgenza. Se fosse stata solo una notte potrebbe anche essere un buon affare. Se fosse trasferire le sue stanze in quelle di Paul per il suo ultimo periodo qui a Caladan prima di tornare a casa per organizzare i preparativi per il matrimonio, era eccessivo ma ancora glielo poteva concedere. Aveva chiesto un prezzo molto alto in fondo, per quanto lei stessa non volesse ammetterlo. Ma se intende per tutta la sua vita era troppo. Lei per quando crudele e fredda potesse essere aveva sempre mantenuto la parola data e per questo raramente faceva promesse soprattutto quando non voleva o non poteva mantenerle.

❝ Tutto ma non questo. ❞

❝ Prendere o lasciare, (nome). ❞

[primroseevans03]

Yandere Paul Atreides x Reader

Opera Dune

Warnings Yandere behavior, Fem!reader, toxic relationship, forced marriage (mentioned), attempted murder, poisoning, abortion, extramarital affairs, betrayal, use of voice, psychological manipulation, emotional instability

Parole 3170

I just translated this with Google translation so please don't judge me🥹

And the original post is this

And the Author @raggaza-whintigale

The corridors at this time of night were almost completely empty, except for the soldiers on guard and the graceful figure of the beautiful woman called (name) Alithea and in the future Atreides -if the marriage ever went through of course-. The beauty of her figure certainly deserved the nickname she had been given when she was still a child. The princess of Alithea. As the only daughter until she was 12 she had been loved and adored almost as much as the countess who had once been her mother.

Her beauty and purity had not yet fallen out of favor according to the public.

Her beauty, her education and her gentle character had allowed this nickname. Little would one imagine that behind that beautiful facade a woman no longer different could be hidden.

A cold and cruel woman, who has grown to recognize her only usefulness as an exchange between families. The name and importance of the Atreides to a fertile and educated woman who would keep the bloodline high.

She was almost tired of hearing such voices coming from the outside, by now almost all the servants in the service of the Duke and his family were familiar with the woman's bad temper.

My lady, what are you doing awake at this hour? The woman stopped staggering in her tracks. You should be in your rooms resting." (name) has a sickly look to her soft features. The color of her skin has faded just enough to make her appear between life and death. The disheveled hair (color) is freed from the usual complicated braiding, thus allowing soft waves to accompany her face. The pleasant movement of the locks followed his face once he decided he could honor this person with his attentions.

Duncan Idaho stood in the middle of the hallway looking solemn. The upright and impeccable posture is just something one could expect from the Atreides house and one of its trusted ones.

The man's gaze looks suspiciously at the frail and barely supported the body of his lady. There is no hint of hostility towards anyone, just his usual spoiled self. Or at least that's what it's been for the last 7 years. When suddenly the sweetness of the little girl was replaced with the characteristic coldness of the Alithea house.

Duncan never mistrusted her. Not that she could in any way, she is such a fragile and small woman that one doubted she could hurt any member of the Atreides family. Solo couldn't help but notice the change in character as he grew up alongside the Atreides heir. Before his eyes he saw how someone could sink into darkness little by little.

The woman's sharp gaze fell on the soldier, trusted by the Atreides and close to the one who would become her husband. "Nothing important Sir, I'm just trying to reach my future husband in his rooms. He asked me to speak in private."

Duncan doubted that Paul could be so damn rude as to bother his girlfriend who until a few days ago was on her deathbed. Then no one - not even Paul - had told him about this meeting and although it could have been a meeting between lovers, which he highly doubted, the boy would still have informed someone about it.

Generally the lady (name) wasn't even a person for romantic encounters in the moonlight, nor for an adventure in the bedroom. So it was very presumable that he was planning something to do with Paul. Duncan hoped very much that this wouldn't get them into trouble.

In that case let me accompany you." His honor prevented him from leaving his lady wandering the halls of Castle Caladan in search of her future husband, when she couldn't even walk properly.

He was also trembling at times under his llama.

The woman's gaze narrowed, letting the silver specks drown in the (color) of her irises shine. (Name) was smart enough not to attempt an argument over such a trifle. No matter how disrespectful it was, it would only make it more suspicious. If that's what you want." Duncan walked until he passed (name) and guided her to her destination.

Paul's room wasn't very far away, so the journey was short. The princess knocked elegantly on the door and Paul answered by opening the door. The surprise was clear in her green eyes, but she recovered the moment she noticed Duncan too. He greeted the man with a nod and then turned to Alithea's woman "To what do I owe my lady's visit?" (Name) reduced her expression to pure disgust and entered the room leaving behind Duncan and his expression desperate from the woman's tantrums and lies. Paul offered nothing more than an apologetic expression to his trusted companion closing the door telling him to continue with his duties.

“I hope there is a valid reason to disturb your and Duncan's rest.” “I didn't ask him to disturb himself.” The lady (name) overlooked her precarious condition as she stood in the middle of the room crossing her arms over her chest. The stole and soft robe annihilated every curve the woman might possess. A sigh left Paul's lips as he moved closer to wrap his arms around the woman's form, Your cruelty never fades my lady, not even when you are ill. And to think that when you were little you had such kindness. The warmth of their skin touching was something (name) hated, and he knew that in the future he wouldn't get enough of this from her.

She secretly basked in the warmth of their embrace, perhaps she should have gotten a heavier stole but she couldn't find it on her own. I would start to blame him for this behavior if I were you, Paul." ||

his name had a dismissive lilt but The Atreides, in some twisted way, seemed to appreciate it. Paul presses a kiss to her neck, oblivious to the layer of hair that overlapped (name)'s skin. You shudder disgusted.

In any case you didn't answer my question. He pulled away from her and went to sit on the other side of the room. He poured himself something to drink and did the same for her. Lady (Name) knew better than to give in to such gallantries. She was considered a beauty to such an extent that many sought her attention with petty tricks.

In reality Paul knew why he was there and what caused his confusion. There was a crack in his usual armor, revealing glimpses of anger and nervousness. He had read his movements and words carefully. How he lingered on something too long, how he kept his belly covered with his stole and how he scratched his wrists. You have to let it go. He's not to blame." "Hmm? "He took a sip of his drink while keeping his eyes on her. He knew what he was talking about, there was no need for confirmation, yet he continued to pretend not to understand. If the lady (name) didn't know him, he could have said he was enjoying seeing her like this.

Paul knew her well enough to know that: nothing could upset the woman if not the awareness of having condemned someone for her mistake. She wasn't as cruel as everyone had made her out to be, and Paul knew that better than anyone. He knew that the black circles under his eyes were probably just the cause of the sleepless nights of guilt.

Guilt.

Perhaps no one but him knew that Lady Alithea was capable of feeling such emotions. She was really good at hiding her intentions behind her coldness, not always but almost, Paul would have granted her that. Perhaps if it weren't for his Bene Gesserit abilities he wouldn't have noticed either. "I don't see why I should, (name), after what he did to you. IT'S ALL MY FAULT! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT- The scream revealed all the resentment he had towards her. It had come out so spontaneously from his lips that she managed to stop him only after having partially vented. She certainly stopped at a certain point and part of the blame went to the look that the Atreides heir gave her still troubled her, even after years and despite their age difference. the opportunity to your advantage." and you used Not even the poison detectors could detect it. She had been careful. So attentive that when blood began to drip down her nose and mouth general confusion filled the room. Some soldiers rushed there, others called doctor Yueh and later Hawat also arrived. It was one of the few times that the Duke was also present, perhaps all that confusion was also due to this.

No one had managed to find out who he had done it or how he had done it. But Paul had an idea. An idea that had turned out to be more than right. He had seen it clearly. -

The woman's arms slid straight across her body as she gripped the fabric of her robe in her fists. It wasn't clear whether she regretted having shouted it or whether she was just afraid of Paul's gaze. But the rest of the sentence was still reduced to a quiet whisper.

Maybe he felt guilty. He had never touched her before without her permission. He had never hurt her. Yet she had acted against him. She first tried to kill Paul while he slept with a makeshift knife, but was too cowardly to carry out the feat and collapsed in Paul's arms. He hadn't said in one word he had shown fear of it. Then he tried to poison him... but he changed his aim. Perhaps she hoped someone would question her union with Paul, perhaps not deeming her worthy of becoming a Duchess and an Atreides. But it doesn't happen. All Paul needed to do was store the information, analyze it and evaluate how to best resolve the situation. His attempt on the young Duke was never discovered, and his poisoned self was only diverted to the simplest solution. The boy so close to Lady (name) that he poisoned her out of jealousy.

This made her regret having chosen him and brought him with her to Caladan in the first place, that she had compromised herself with him and that she had been forced to have an abortion to preserve the honor of both of them. Maybe you should have thought about involving someone external first. It was stupid but he already knew. She didn't even love him like he deserved.

And it's quite clear that Paul was playing with these feelings of guilt.

He wouldn't offer her a trade, he didn't need one to make her do whatever he wanted. There was no way they had talked about trading the boy's life for something that would benefit Paul and Lady (name) him. was to Paul's advantage and Lady (name) knew it well enough.

"Anyway, now you won't have to worry about covering up that unwanted pregnancy and I won't have to keep a bastard." A bastard heir. It was something ironic now, in young Paul's eyes. I don't remind him in the slightest of his mother, who gave Duke Leto the heir he so desired.

The woman was full of resentment, guilt and embarrassment, which is why she didn't say another word. She didn't try to save herself or justify the obvious facts, he was the only one besides her who knew and could only deduce it was thanks to her predictions. Not even poor Elias was aware that he had impregnated Paul's future bride. Maybe it was for the best.

"You should be grateful." Paul's voice lost its affection and reproach. It only became cold as if he had lost the ability to feel. He moved closer to his lady's form, cupping her soft-featured face in his hands. The princess felt disgusted. ""For not condemning you with him."

In a flash of anger (name) pushed his hands away on the boy's chest, moving away just enough.

First she thought he would give it to her, in his current state, he was stronger than her. Therefore the distance was what he had granted him regardless. "I would have rather died from my own poison than stay here with you." The princess gritted her teeth at each cruel statement as she headed for the door with the sole intent of leaving.

"Don't leave the room." (name) stopped in her tracks, hand on the doorknob and one foot ready to take the first step out. He knew Paul could use his voice, he had heard his mother talk about it many times when they practiced. There was a tacit agreement about this. He shouldn't have used it on her.

Although no terms and conditions had ever been put in place, he had only done it once, excluding this one. Maybe it was that time that convinced him not to use it. She had literally gone crazy, screaming and trying to attack him directly.

No one was able to give an answer to this behavior and the situation remained silent to a few days, leaving an aura of mystery over the matter.

The woman's gaze was filled with anger and a bloody desire to harm him. Paul looked back at her with a sort of challenge in his eyes. Would she be overwhelmed by the voice or would she be locked up for making an attempt on Paul's life?

She was almost sure that in the second one he would suffer more than her, which is why when she took her first steps towards her boyfriend he parted his lips. Ready to recall any order would bring her back to her place. But she stopped even before she could take another step.

Paul's gaze was still on her. Her wavy hair falling to her drooping shoulders. His silver robe and the stole that had fallen from his shoulders and was now held only by the girl's arms. A damned and pathetic sight just like his lady was when no one could see her but him. Pride and vanity had disappeared in favor of sweet desperation and guilt. But ultimately the Atreides could not have wanted anything more than to be the only spectator of such a sight. No one could have admired the dim and simple light of a woman, who had learned to maintain the appearance of coldness and nobility, falling apart in the face of something that was shattering her little by little.

Paul was that thing and they both knew it.

His first steps were intercepted by the woman who stepped back to maintain the initial distance. A sigh of exasperation and amusement left Paul as he spoke again.

"You have to stop these scenes. They won't do you much good especially if I'm the only one watching. Their eyes were fixed on each other. Nothing would change in the woman's behavior, he knew it. Yet her eyes were still beware of whatever he wanted to do with her. He would keep his words and yet she was still unwilling to come closer."

Explain to me how I can make myself heard, without necessarily giving you an order. That power was not a simple order! If it had just been an order she would have ignored it and then moved on with what she thought was best. But in those moments her body stopped being her property and did what that chorus of voices told her to do. Cast out and deprived of her own will. That's how it could be described.

"You can't. Simple, right? All it takes is for me to leave it alone, and clear him of those accusations, and for a while I will continue this act, for a while. For a while... It didn't mean forever. She wouldn't calm down and this would only be something temporary. It was like a stone hitting the void. It didn't make any noise. Neither of them had a speech connected to that of the other and yet they continued to speak along the same lines. She was there for a reason and then she wanted to get away as far away as possible. Even the bottom of the Caladan Sea seemed more welcoming and inviting than that room suffused with light. While he wanted to try to convince her to stay, in his room and in his life. Not that she had that much choice involved but he still wanted her to want him at least a little.

He took another step and then another and another, towards her, in silence. But she walked away again and again and again. The steps were shaky and the possibility that he might fall could not be ruled out. You can really be cruel my lady... especially to me. "Paul seemed to like to point out how his cutting words lost their sharpness in her presence, lacing his words with terrible sarcasm. She tripped over something and fell sitting on the boy's bed. She couldn't know what, but he figured it was Paul's fault. It was always his fault even when it wasn't, in his eyes.

She didn't know exactly how she ended up there, at one end of the room, opposite from where she was. How many steps had he taken without looking around? When she had lost herself too deeply in Paul's eyes and the hatred she felt for him.

"I hate you. He laughed at the confirmation of her words. This was hate. A pathetic hate that suits him beautifully. "I know. He moved closer to her face, leaving little space between them, so much so that each breath brushed the skin of their faces. The woman's (color) eyes were wide open looking for a solution, a clue or some glimmer, in the eyes of her future husband. Any spark but nothing. He was as impassive and unreadable as he always had been, and it terrified her. As in their first meetings, as in their first meeting. "What do you want in exchange? After a long silence lady (name) decided to speak. Usually during their exchanges of words there was never talk of exchanges or mediations. Neither of them would have given up something to have another. Especially (name ).

"Stay. It was decidedly generic in response and the girl found herself impatient with such indulgence. If it had only been one night it might even be a good deal. If it was moving her rooms into Paul's for his last stint here in Caladan before returning home to make wedding preparations, it was excessive but she could still give it to him. She had asked for a very high price after all, as much as she herself didn't want to admit it. But if you mean for his whole life it was too much. However cruel and cold she may have been, she had always kept her word and for this reason she rarely made promises, especially when she didn't want to or couldn't keep them.

"Everything but this.

“Take it or leave it, (name).”

[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

(Eventual)Dark!Paul Atreides x fem pregnant reader

• Pt 1 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

You and Paul grew up together on Caladan. You were born on the same day, on the same hour. Paul’s mother lady Jessica had always seen you as a daughter and for some unknown reason, insisted that you and her son always stay together.

When you and Paul grew to become teenagers, feelings became involved, and a powerful love blossomed. When the two of you heard you had to leave for Arrakis, you were both petrified. But you knew everything would be ok, as long as you stayed together.

When the two of you arrived to the planet, the local fremen called Paul the “Lisan al-Gaib” and you the “malaka”. Neither of you knew what that meant. So, walking hand in hand, you glanced at each other, both your faces full of confusion and curiosity.

When you were told that the names meant 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 and 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, both of you were confused.

The night before the imperial Sardaukar troops invaded Arrakis, you found out you were pregnant. It was a complete shock and you and Paul were barely 20. You told Paul as soon as you found out. He comforted you, saying the baby was a blessing, and you two would get through it together.

When the troops came in, all hell broke lose. Thankfully you made it out with Paul, and met lady Jessica before running for the hills. Your hand went to your belly, complete fear consuming you. You three managed to get a plane and fly out.

After surviving a storm, and a long, dangerous journey, the three of you ended up in Fremen territory. You met Chani, who was sceptical of your boyfriend, but seemed to like you.

One man was not happy with your arrival and even challenged Jessica. Paul fought for her, killing the man, after a long brutal fight.

As soon as he had done it, he walked straight up to you, he looked full of power and confidence.

“It’s ok my love” he had told you as he hugged you close to him, his hand eventually resting on you belly. Jessica had told you she was pregnant as well, which eased up your nerves, knowing you two would get through it together.

After a good few weeks with the Fremen, Paul learned the ways of the Fremen being taught by stilgar , you tried to do what you could , which was little as you were now coming up to almost 4 months pregnant.

It all changed when Paul rode his first sand worm, you stood with the Fremen watching along with them as you saw Paul do nearly the impossible, smiling at him

All the Fremen beside you stared yelling out 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹-𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗯, some walking up to you before kneeling, and taking your hand yelling out 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮, praising you

You were confused and scared, and just wanted your boyfriend to hold you. More and more people came up to you grabbing your hand, until suddenly you began to cry. You don’t really know why, but your emotions had been all over the place with your pregnancy.

As soon as Stilgar saw you crying he yelled out at the Fremen, asking them 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺!

Immediately they stopped, backing away with whispered apologies to you. When you told Paul later he was outraged.

“Do they think they can grab you like that? You are pregnant they could have hurt you or the baby!” He yelled out, pure rage in his voice.

“It’s ok Paul real-“ you started

“No. It’s not, you were crying, Chani told me. This has to stop” is all he said before pulling you into a hug, you resting your head on his shoulder, his head resting on your own.

Jessica had told you she thinks your baby’s is a boy, you believe her, as she is now the reverend mother. She had really changed, it scared you.

The Fremen and Paul continued fighting against the Sardauker troops, most were very successful. Sadly they blew up the temple, where many had been inside and where they prayed and laid their loved ones to rest.

Paul had been called down to speak with the leaders in the south of Arrakis, he took Stilgars place as he had been injured from the attack.

When you two arrived, Paul told you to go to sleep for a while, you were now seven months pregnant and your body was becoming tired more often.

After about two hours Jessica came up, yelling for you, saying Paul was in trouble. You jumped out of bed and waddled down to him as fast as you possibly could.

She told you he had drank worm blood, to gain an understanding of the prophecy and his future. She told you only your years would bring him back to life. Of course, you had already been crying, so it wasn’t so hard.

Paul gasped and sat up, coming back to reality, he glared seeing all the people surrounding them. He turned to look at you, smiling as he did, cupping your cheeks. You leant into his touch, throwing yourself into his embrace, letting many tear’s escape.

Stilgar yelled out “As it was written!” In pure shock.

“Paul why’d you do it!” You yelled, while crying into his shoulder.

“It’s ok. I understand now. This baby, it’s a miracle, 𝗛𝗲 shall rule after me” he said smiling while looking at you adoringly.

“What? I-I don’t understand! Rule?” You said still crying from the events.

“Trust me. You are the Malaka. You, are the most important woman on the planet right now. This pregnancy, it’s in the prophecy, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 were in the prophecy my love” he said properly sitting up.

“W-What?” You whispered still confused.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of this, you trust me don’t you” He said leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, leaning your body into his, your crying and worrying making you tired.

“Good.” Is all he said leaning into you and kissing you passionately, forgetting you two had a whole audience.

“Oh em well everybody give Lisan al-Gaib and the Malaka privacy” stilgar ordered as the Fremen left yelling out messiah words in their language.

You and Paul continued making out for around five minutes before he noticed how tired you were.

“Come my love” he said as he picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

“No one will harm you, my love” he whispered as you drifted off to sleep.

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There will be a pt2!!

[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds I (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: eventual 18+, dark!fic, eventual forced marriage, eventual NONCON, eventual pregnancy, dark!Paul Atreides, more to come as story progresses

A/N: Reader is inspired by Daenarys Targaryen with dragons and Sailor Moon's Silver Crystal lol, so I hope you all enjoy!! Terra is similar to Earth, I imagined Lord York to be Tyrion Lannister so please picture that

😈 Dividers by @firefly-graphics 😈 Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part II

"Terra Millennium stands as a enomely in the universe for their rejection against the Empire", the hologram records said. "A two-century long battle was waged for the planet through the Great Houses yet the people won through the help of someone they have since called 'The Conqueror'."

Paul had heard of the Terra Millennium, their planet one of lush greenery, vast oceans and an abundance of resources that the previous Emperor had tried countless times to harvest just as House Harkonnen had done with the Spice on Arrakis, but alas, no one had ever been successful in mining Terra Millennium. He had heard that they experience something called 'seasons', he wondered what that was.

Just as he had done with Arrakis, Paul sat in his private room, watching hologram clips of Terra Millennium as his fleet flew to the planet to finally land conquest through the help of the Fremen.

"Anthropologists have never been able to stay long on the planet or among the people, but what has been gathered is the people have rejected the teachings of the Bene Gesserit, labeling it as hertic literature."

Terra Millennium was an odd planet with an odd people who had unusually long live spans, being able to live into their thousands without a single wrinkle or grey, they repented against the Bene Gesserit, the use of the Spice; he had heard of the people of that land believing solely in the ruling Queens because of a crystal, one of immense power that was sought after.

"Characterized by their white hair, the ruling House of L/N have upheld the traditional values of the planet, which has a population of over 1 billion. Only female heirs have been able to inherit the throne and it is rumored that a single crystal that is worn by every ruling Queen is said to hold immense power that has granted its people longevity, peace and prosperity."

A knock interrupted his research, Paul seeing Stilgar walk in followed by Gurney.

"Muad'Dib, we have touched land on Terra Millennium", Stilgar said, "they have responded to our communication message."

"What did they say?" he asked, Gurney chuckled.

"They said if we proceed with our mission, they will see it as an act of war", Gurney said, "they're real hard asses here."

"You've been, Gurney?" Paul asked, curious.

"Once", Gurney replied, "I came with your father on a diplomatic assignment, but that was with their previous Queen Helene. This one is new, just coronated a few months ago."

He thought back to the new dreams he had been having of a woman whose hair was the color of white that hung down near the ground in large curls, whose eyes were hard and the color of lilac with the roar of a great beast that rung in his ears when he would awaken from his dreams.

Unlike his dreams with Chani, these felt different now that he had drunken the Water of Life. His visions of the woman consisted of a gentle breeze sweeping through her hair, it curling around her as she was dressed in a long, white silk dress that clung to her body and trailed in a long train behind her with woven golden in the upper bodice. She stood on a tall pillar of crystal, a tall scepter in her hands that she was raising above her head as the breeze picked up.

Soon, the dreams melted in a great war as crystals encapsulating him, a bright light that blinded him yet filled him with warmth and security.

"Show them the full might of the Empire", Paul said, "after all, they are in the presence of the Muad'Dib."

And it was those eyes that greeted him when he finally set foot on the pavement of Terra Millennium with its tall structures that were made of variously colored crystals.

Neo-Queen Amaris was the regal name Y/N had chosen to go by when she took the throne a mere few months ago. Of course, she went by her name, Y/N in private with those closets to her and only by her regal name with others.

Y/N had heard the rumors of the new Emperor wanting to claim her home, her people; he wanted to bring her planet into the vastly growing empire that he ruled under as a supposed Messiah to the Fremen and Bene Gesserit: Muad'Dib. Everyone had heard of how he supposedly liberated Arrakis and the Fremen people, marrying Princess Irulan as a political move to secure his position as the new Emperor.

Only a few days ago did a message come into their Communication's Hub from the Emperor about finally claiming Terra Millennium for not only himself but for the Fremen as it would be their 'Green Paradise'.

War will come to Terra Millennium if you refuse to submit, the message read.

"My Queen", her advisor, Lord York, said as she sat on her throne. "Reports have come in that the Atreides fleet has made contact on the landing pad near the Capital. Scouts have seen the Atreides Army beginning to get ready."

Lord York was a man of small stature with a head full of bronze curls and dark brown eyes that always looked calculated as if he was already ten steps ahead.

Y/N looked over at Lord York before bringing a hand to the crystal that hung around her neck on a chain that could never be removed from her neck before slowly standing up from her throne that was encrusted in gemstones.

"I believe it is time we greet them", she said, looking over her court. "After all, hospitality is what our people are known for."

And it is not like they have any chance of having their weapons working; outside weaponry not from Terra M had no chance of working and she wondered what their reactions would be once they realized this.

"But before we go", Lord York said, "may I make a suggestion?"

Y/N made a motion to the man, who gave a nod and said, "I believe it is our Queen's best interest to wear your ancestor, The Conqueror's crown and scepter to greet our guests. It would show the great strength you possess, a message to not only the Great Houses but the Emperor as well."

"That sounds like a great idea."

"You are the presence of our Neo-Queen", a man said with a thick facial beard, "first of her name, descendant of our goddess Selene and The Conqueror, wielder of the great Silver Crystal, Mother of all, Neo-Queen Amaris."

Paul watched as the man motioned to the woman he had been dreaming about, he could see that as the breeze came that she wore no shoes; all the Terrians didn't despite their silken clothes as they stood amongst the tall crystal structures. They had landed as close to the Capital, finding that there was a landing pad despite the relatively isolated nature of the planet.

"I welcome you, Paul of House Atreides", she said with a stoic expression. "But now you must leave."

The woman, their Queen Amaris, looked upon them with a hint of annoyance as she held a large scepter in one hand that was as tall as Duncan Idaho had been with gold and gem embellishments, but what was curious was that at the top of the scepter where it looked as if a missing piece was needed. The crown she wore on her head was large, glittering in diamonds and curved up into a point as she stood there, her hair having a few small braids that pulled the framing hair away with kiss curls on her forehead.

"Leave?" Paul said with some amusement.

Irulan stood next to him dressed in a silver mesh outfit, a metal hair net that connected over into her dress that held down her short blonde hair. Paul was glad that he Voiced the woman to stop talking, she would not stop and frankly, he had no desire to try and pursue a romantic relationship with the woman after Chani chose to leave further into Arrakis.

His mother stood amongst them, holding the bundled form of his sister, Alia.

"I did not realize a Emperor could have poor hearing", Amaris said, "you are not welcome on Terra Millennium nor do we plan on allowing for you to colonize us. Terra M remains alone."

Paul took in the way she spoke, her accent one he had never heard before and the formal way of speaking. He noticed the large gem that hung around her neck, it sparkled in the sunlight as she stood there and looked to be the size of a her palm.

"Also, we did not apperciate your Bene Gesserit coming", she continued, "spreading their heretic language, you will find them in the Prisoner's Bay."

"You don't believe in the Muad'Dib, the Kwisatz Haderach?" Paul asked.

"We believe in our Queen, may her reign be as prosperous as Selene", the bearded man said.

The Queen just looked at him with contempt, he saw her lip curl a little in annoyance.

And it was that look that made something stir deep in Paul and made him feel something that he never felt before. She looked at him as if he was a bug ready to be squashed underneath her foot

He wanted to possess the woman in front of him, at all costs and he didn't care who he had to kill... he was going to.

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: the discovery of a long hidden planet operating outside of the emperor’s rule threatens to upend the balance between the great houses and shift the tides of war. (ongoing series)

pairings: paul atreides x reader , chani x reader, leto atreides x reader, lady jessica x reader, irulan x reader, feyd rautha x reader (AFAB crown heir!reader)

cw: reverse harem type crack treated seriously, cosmic horror elements, undecided/possibly ambiguous endgame, dark/yandere behavior & themes, comedic undertones, dark & nsfw content, canon compliant as much as possible but there will be gaps in my memory, past leto & jessica (they split after she became a reverend mother)/past paul & chani, each character pursues reader separately, oc planet & oc house for reader, pretend like it still makes sense for leto to be there, don’t think too hard about the logistics of this in general, vintage sci fi inspired, i just wanted to have a silly unrealistic series where it’s all about the reader lmao

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- faetreides 2024

[meltedheartz]

thinking about how weird yandere!paul atreides would be ..

he's such a freak. an absolute weirdo around you, all lingering eyes and adoring smiles flashed your way.

paul knows you think he's a little off. a little too touchy with you, following you around like a lost puppy... you don't get it. he doesn't think you would, but he also doesn't quite care.

it's in the way he stares at you, albeit from a distance. the way he smiles. how he speaks to you. how he acts. all of it is a little unsettling, in plenty of ways.

after all, you're a boy... in the eyes of other people of course.

in your defense, you never bothered to reveal you aren't biologically a guy. no one asked! no one cared! no one thought about it! you passed so naturally, it was better to just blend.

you're rugged in all sorts of ways.

when you were nothing but a child, you'd climb atop of things you shouldn't have, you'd fight the other boys with fists and teeth, not hesitating to wield a sword or gun and join battle.

certainly, your parents fully believed you were the outcast of the family. the black sheep, the freak, the one they'd stash under the stairs to hide you from the world.

it got real bad when you cut your hair and would wrap fabric around your chest just to make sure you looked more masculine in the eyes of many. surely, you were crazy? you had to have been. going out in public like that — when you're supposed to be their precious daughter, their darling baby they'd dress in ribbons and bows, all sorts of jewelry.

you weren't really interested in those things... you like fighting. you like who you are. it's so much more comfortable, you feel so much safer.

until paul atreides comes around.

when you two first met, it was cordial. he kept a distance, despite being stony faced, he'd smiled at you and offered his name, asking for yours.

the two of you shake hands, professional and solely there for business. until you're sent to arrakis, and, well, it goes sideways.

he starts following you like a stray on the street... so eager to be near you, to feel the warmth of your scarred, rough hands; to stare at you and admire all the gashes and beatings you've received from your battles.

and it's just.. ugh. you hate it. you feel like you're being stalked everywhere you go, asking him dumb questions like, "shouldn't you be with chani??" "you don't have anything to be tending too, at the moment...?" "ah, are you sure you want to watch me spar and train? surely you have elsewhere to be." it irks him, just a little bit. ever since paul had locked eyes with you, his visions changed.

would he ever say what he saw? mm, maybe not. wouldn't want to scare you off!

but until he does make those visions a reality, he'll watch you from a distance. evaluate just why he sees children that look like the perfect mix of you and himself, why he sees so many different variations of wedding rings, why he sees you sleeping beside him in bed as he dreams.

just... until then. paul swears he'll make it a reality.

[skythighs]

Goddess of Caladan: Home

Has anyone else been craving an unhinged codependent relationship? No? Just me, got it. Be prepared for Paul to slowly descend into madness all while his twin enables his behavior like there's no tomorrow. I'll be linking all pictures on my masterlist.

Warnings: CW Inc*st, sexual content 18+ please.

Word count: 3.3k

Part 1

My earliest memories are of my brother. I'll never forget the sound of his pitter patter feet running across the solid stone floors of our shared chambers. After our nanny thought we were asleep and tucked in for the night she would leave us for her own bed. Within seconds of the solid door latching closed he would make his way to me. We would lie chest to chest, nose to nose breathing each other's air until we fell asleep. For years when we were discovered in a tangle of limbs in the morning it was harmless and sweet. It was ‘just what twins do’. 

There was no harm in it, until there was. By age ten our mother Lady Jessica calmly spoke to us of the closeness between us. She was understanding of the bond we share but now we must separate for propriety's sake. It was not proper for us to share a bed anymore. We had already been put in separate chambers by now. Paul was male, and I was female. He could no longer cuddle with me, his sister throughout the night without certain whispers being spread by servants. 

We were ten when we agreed to never be caught in each other's bed again. Paul trained himself to rise before the sun, before the servants started their day, before they could spy on us and gossip. Or worse, report back to mother. As long as we weren't seen in each other's bed it meant we were no longer sharing a bed at all. It meant we were no longer ‘too close’.

In all actuality we were too close. Paul's heart beat to the same rhythm as my own. My very thoughts would pass his lips the instant it crossed my mind, despite our best efforts we were one. In our childhood our feelings were as innocent as we were. Pure of heart and intentions. However as our bodies changed so did our interactions. There was an odd tension between us by age fourteen. I experienced the first bitter taste of womanhood and Paul grew two feet overnight. 

He was the one that shook me awake informing me of the bloodied sheets beneath us. He didn't know where I was bleeding from just that I was and it frightened him. I reassured him it was normal, it meant that I was no longer a child. Somehow the odd feelings between us grew after that day and I felt the rhythm in his chest speed up whenever he stared at me for too long. 

“Claudia, you are blossoming beautifully into your features. Gone is the awkward little girl, all elbows and knees. In her place stands a young lady with a lovely figure and a lovelier face.” 

My mother praised me for my transformation while Paul became distant. He himself was no longer a lanky boy, he filled out with a bit of muscle from all the training over the years. Whenever I could spare the time I would watch him spar with Duncan, or Gurney. My mother trained me in the ways of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood extensively. Paul was also being instructed by her but being born male put him at a disadvantage. I tried helping him correct his pitch when he tried to use the voice but nothing I could do ever helped.  

No matter how distant he was during the daylight hours he still slept beside me at night. We were still a tangle of limbs chest to chest, nose to nose. His dreams were my dreams and I saw the girl on the desert planet as clear as he did. Her blue eyes were altered by the spice of Arrakis making her honey brown skin all the more beautiful. 

The news of the Emperor bestowing Arrakis to House Atreides was no shock to Paul or me. The Reverend mother Gaius Helen Mohiam arrived after that. She tested us separately and was pleased to know we weren't animals as she feared. Paul was the Atreides heir after all and him being an animal simply wouldn't do. He was also his mothers son, too much power was within him. Male children didn’t usually get trained in The Way. Me however I had no real role besides being married off to some other great house when the time came. At sixteen some thought I was old enough to be wed but not my father. 

Duke Leto refused to make me a child bride no matter how much the Imperium pushed for it. He defied the order that came to promise me to House Harkonnen. In fact he never spoke of it with anyone, but me. He promised he would never let them have me. His argument for my mother was about my age. He couldn’t tell her to her face that he would not help fulfill the Bene Gesserit order.

“Claudia is only sixteen years old. I will not force her into a marriage so young Jessica, you cannot change my mind.” 

Jessica knew when she had been bested and she knew better than to push him on this. She also knew when she was being deceived. Claudia was his angel for whom he would carve out a piece of the very sky if she asked it of him. He had no intention of marrying her off now or ever. 

It was a bit humid due to the rain, making sleep difficult to come by tonight. Paul was facing away from me shirtless and I found myself stroking his hair absentmindedly, occasionally dipping down his spine languidly. 

“I told Duncan about my dream. About seeing his death on Arrakis. He didn’t take me seriously.”

Hmm, I hum in response. I saw the dream with my own eyes. I felt his want, his guttural need to save Duncan. I felt it so strongly I wept in the morning. I continue stroking him as he turns to face me. He looks down at my cream colored nightgown which was left unbuttoned at the top. I knew what he was going to do before he acted upon it. His soft lips brushed against mine gently. He was waiting to see my reaction. Would I push him away? He couldn’t handle another rejection today after his talk with father about joining Duncan on Arrakis. 

I kiss him back slowly, the way he needs me to. I feel his warm tongue run against my lips hesitantly as I open for him. He deepens the kiss sinking down on top of me. He fit so perfectly against me. We were molded in each other's image afterall. The familiar quick rhythm returned to his chest, but this time my own heart matched its pace. Words weren’t needed between us. They haven’t been for a long time, we understood each other better than anyone else. 

The tension that had been brewing between us had finally reached its peak. We were experiencing a metamorphosis here and now on a dark rainy night. One of the last nights on our home planet before we moved across the galaxy to make Arrakis our new residence. 

“I need you Claud, let me have you. Please let me have you. Always.”

Brown eyes meet green, brown like the supple fertile soil that sustains the living trees that flourish on Caladan’s surface. Brown in a much different way than the rolling dunes of Arrakis. Where Arrakis was barren and life was a struggle. Her brown was a brown entirely familiar to him. Her amber eyes had been his constant companion since life sparked in the womb. They were brown even then in his consciousness; she was meant for him even then. 

‘I’ve always been yours’

I don’t speak it, because I don’t have to. He knows my answer, he’s always known. I spread my legs for him, welcoming him home for the first time, but not the last. He lifts my gown over my head tossing it aside. My chest is on the small side but he doesn’t care. He worships my breasts slowly, not missing an inch of skin. His tongue is slow and exploratory before his teeth become demanding. Nips and bites make me cry out softly unable to swallow them all down. He moves down to the apex between my thighs. 

He sucks me urgently, familiarizing himself with the blooming petals. He finds my slit wet and wanting. I can’t tell where his mouth ends and my body begins as he delves inside. His fingers are involved and I know they are working equally as hard as his mouth. I couldn’t decipher anything past the absolute pleasure and joy bursting within me. A pleasure that was quickly spilling over like sticky wine in a fine goblet. A sweetness that nearly soured on the tongue, an acquired taste that only he would ever enjoy.

 My core snaps harshly, something that had never been, now was. My eyes roll to the back of my head and a limpness passes over me. He laps up my nectar slowly savoring this moment. The first of many moments such as this. I feel Paul watching me as he settles his hips against me again. 

“Claud, are you with me?” He calls so softly, almost as if he’s afraid of waking me.

My eyes snap open and I feel my limp limbs gain strength again.

“I’m here, I’m with you.” I nod looking at him. I pull his forehead to mine and wrap my thighs around him snugly. His bare chest is pressed against mine and I help him push his slacks down. Hands fumbling together, shaking with anticipation as the last barrier between us is gone. 

‘Your home, with me. No matter where life takes us. This is where you belong.’

He enters me slowly, his forehead is still resting against mine. As I exhale he's breathing me in until his lungs burn. I look into his eyes and I see his pupils blown wide, his body responding to mine like a drug. When he bottoms out he drops his head to my neck, pecking at me trying to calm his hummingbird heartbeat before he goes further. My insides are so slick all I felt was a mild discomfort as he broke through my barrier. His breath quivers and I feel his tears run down my neck collecting in the dip of my clavicle. 

“Shh, my love don't weep.” I stroke his hair slowly to soothe away his tears.

I circle my hips from below him, testing the foreign feeling within me. Pleasure blooms between us and he begins thrusting slowly into me. Savoring this new level of intimacy between us he takes his time. Our lips lock in an unbreakable kiss. Inhale. Exhale. We breathe each other in, with each stroke the cup overflows. Our sounds of pleasure are swallowed into the kiss. Only soft whimpers and sighs could be heard between us. His thrusts increase and we finally pull apart. My head is thrown back in ecstasy as he licks up the puddle of tears he left behind. 

Skin slapping skin is such an odd sound. A very distinct sound that couldn’t be replicated easily, but we are too far gone to care. His movements grow sloppy as I meet him thrust for thrust, always pulling him closer as he pulls away. His peak was nearing now I could feel the ripples under the surface of his skin. I could feel the odd tingling down below. The tightening of his sack. I felt his ecstasy as well as my own. It was a feeling that could easily overwhelm, but we shared it equally.

“I’m going to cum Claud. Tell me where.” His breathless voice rings out in the darkness. 

“Inside Paul, always inside.”

My words push him over the edge of a cliff and where he goes I follow. We tumble one after the other off the highest peak on Caladan. We could be falling to our deaths, or the pits of hell, but we do it together. Always together. Always as one single entity. One single life split in two.

We said goodbye to Caladan by enjoying the beaches closest to the castle for the last time. Paul was in a melancholic mood, matching his black coat and travel garb. The ship had been raised from the sea and everything we owned was boxed in preparation for the journey. The Atreides castle was now bleak and eerily silent. I left Paul to himself while I explored our empty home. The corridors seemed ominous now, so dark and dank and lonely. Arrakis could be a welcomed change. It was always sunny and bright, it never rained there. Rain for weeks on end always dampened my mood, no pun intended. 

Deep down my brother was looking forward to seeing Arrakis. It meant he was one step closer to facing the girl from his dreams. He tried to hide that feeling away, but he couldn’t keep things from me. No matter how hard he tried, I already knew. I appreciated him trying to spare me the pain, but what we shared was beyond petty feelings of jealousy. At least that was true for me. Men were different. 

I was looking forward to meeting her in the flesh whenever that may be. I would accept her if he chooses her, but would she accept me? Would she understand that Paul and I would always be together no matter who else entered our lives? I would always be his Caladan.

“When did you sneak off?”

Paul's voice startles me out of my thoughts. He wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.

“You seemed preoccupied. I didn’t want to bother you.” I look up at him as I speak tucked beneath his shoulder.

“You could never be a bother to me, Claudia.” 

He leans down and captures my lips in a sweet kiss. His kiss was the one bit of brightness in the dark damp hallway. We hadn’t been together in an intimate way since that night we shared together. Even still things were different. His eyes called out to me from across any room. His lips beckoned me forward across the dinner table as we dined with our parents. He looked at me with such love and devotion it was impossible to miss.

A stranger would think of me, his great love. They would never take me for his sister, but we had always been close. It could be overlooked for now but eventually mother and father would realize, this was no longer the bond of twins. The echo of footsteps reaches us so we break the kiss but he keeps me tucked into his side as our mother rounds the corner.

“There you two are. We’re ready to board.”

She smiles at us briefly before her smile falls quickly. She looks us over slowly, taking stock, attempting to find what it is that’s different.

“Shall we go mother?” Asks Paul. He feels the probing eyes the same as me. 

She nods her head and turns away from us, leading the way for the last time in the halls we chased each other in as children. The halls we took our first steps in. This was the castle where we shared our first kiss. Our first everything, happened here. The castle where we were born together. Where our childhood was laid to rest a week ago in the night, in each other's arms.

We had been traveling for two weeks already on the guild heighliner with two more weeks left ahead of us. On the up side there was plenty of time for rest and relaxation. Being cooped in my designated room for the duration of travel was not fun so I ventured out often. I chatted with servants and soldiers alike, making the time pass as best I could. Paul and I spent uninterrupted hours together. As close as we were before, it grew tenfold. He spent hours inside of me in these weeks. Hours beneath me, on top of me, beside me.

 I was currently stretched out across his bed. His quarters were larger than mine which allowed for a bigger bed. I certainly took advantage of it. He was sitting at a small table reading about Arrakis no doubt and I was in my nightgown braiding my hair away from my face. My thick dark hair piled into a thick rope of a braid with only a few stray pieces around my face caught his attention. 

He abandons his book on the table and makes his way towards the bed slowly. He strokes my braid gently, wrapping it around his hand. A quick rap on the door breaks the spell. 

“Yes?” Says Paul, annoyed at the interruption. 

“Have you seen Claudia? She's not in her room.”

She was using that tone mothers used when they already knew the answer to the question. Paul removes his hand from my hair reluctantly.

“I'm here.” I replied to her. Paul rolls his eyes at me not liking that I gave away my position. 

She cracks the door open slowly, timidly even. As if she's afraid of what she might see from the threshold. 

“It's late, Claud. You should be in your own bed.”

Ah, there it is. The thing that had been brewing for a fortnight now. Her suspicion had taken root now. She could feel that something was strange between us, she was our mother after all.

“Paul doesn't mind my company mother. He's been reading-”

“Claudia, it's late. If you want to escape travel fatigue you should be in bed by now.” She blatantly cuts me off. She was dismissing me from his room. There was little room for argument. 

I stand up and grab my robe, securing it. I see Paul shaking his head at her frustration clear on his face but I don't comment on it. I bid them goodnight and walked past her in the doorway. The walk to my room is short. Once I arrive I discard my robe on a chair and climb into bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

The opening of my door barely registers past the thick cloud of sleep. It's his lips that get my attention. He kisses my shoulder lightly as he climbs in behind me. Sleep claims me again now that he was here with me. Our bodies fall into the perfect rhythm that only happens when we're together. Inhale. Exhale. If I'm the sky he's what clouds are made of. 

In the last weeks of our journey my mother's probing eyes followed me closely. Just me. For she always struggles to find fault in Paul; her loves heir was perfect in her eyes. He was the boy our father asked for. He was Lady Jessica's success story. I was just a daughter. Any daughter would do but Paul was special to her, we all knew it. 

My father compensated for her love of Paul by adoring me twice as much. He was the balancing force at the center of our family. He was seated across from me, a chess board between us as he contemplated his next move. 

“I'm afraid you've finally surpassed me Claud. There's nothing I can do to stop you from winning.”

I look closer at the board. I hadn't even noticed.

“Ah, there. You're right this match goes to me.”

“Shall we play another round?” Asks my father cheerfully.

The door to the office opens and Paul walks in, eyes locking on mine. I had been avoiding him during the day afraid of the ever present mother hen.

“Perhaps Paul should take my place, I'll go have a nap.” 

I stand and kiss my father's cheek. Avoiding Paul's eyes as I leave without another word. When I step over the threshold I hear father ask if we've been arguing. 

“We never fight.” Paul replies easily. 

[yandere-wishes]

No cause, wouldn't it be crazy if I wrote a Yandere! Paul Atreides x Reader X Feyd Rautha??

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dreadful Wedding

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Paul makes you say yes during your wedding by using the Voice. 

WARNINGS: Forced marriage; The Voice is used. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feeback.

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“Do you, Y/N L/N, accept this union, committing yourself as the wife of Paul Atreides from the noble Atreides House?” you stubbornly ignore the priest’s words, focusing your eyes on the ground.

Paul’s hand clenches around yours as if encouraging you to say something. 

You keep your silence, pursing your lips together. Scandalized whispers are loud enough to fill the room, commenting on your bad behavior.

How rude of the Emperor’s bride to pull such a defiant act in front of so many people. 

Frankly, you couldn’t care less. You don’t want to marry Paul even if you’re walking on very thin ice right now. 

The priest repeats the question and Paul squeezes your hands once more, his House ring digging into your skin. This time so hard that you try pulling your hand out as he’s crushing the bone.

A yelp almost escapes your lips and you glare at him, but your legs become a bit weak at the sight of him. 

His expression is filled with cold rage, brows contorted in an angry frown. He appears to be restraining himself from lashing out.

He tilts his head to the side for a moment, almost as if preparing himself. Turning back towards you, his lips contort and a powerful hiss fills the room. 

“Say yes.”

“Yes, I do.”

The words spill out of your lips even before you can process them. You widen your eyes as you look back at Paul, the priest officially pronouncing you married. 

A victorious smirk makes its way to Paul’s face as the whole chamber erupts in cheerful applause. 

Before you can say a word, he crushes his lips against you, his hands holding your face in place. You merely take the kiss, feeling tears rising to your eyes.

When he finally pulls away, you’re out of breath, tears soaking your face. 

He runs one of his fingers over your face, affectionately cleaning your cheek.

"Now you're mine. Forever." he mutters, a look of pure obsession blinding his eyes.

[auroreatreides]

Dune : Far from home

Warnings : Death, Sadness, Anger, Regret

Every Ship is yandere

Ships for later : Paul x Reader, Chani x Reader, Princess Irulan x Reader, Feyd-Rautha x Reader (romantic) - Emperor x Reader, Stilgar x Reader, Lady Jessica x Reader (plantonic)

It was late in the night as you were walking through the streets of your home town. You could hear the thunder and rain as you walked through it. You just had celebrated your birthday with your closest friends and it was really fun. First you went to a café where you ate cake and drank coffee. Most of you liked the homemade Cheesecake but your best friend, (Best friend´s name), said that it was horrable. You just ended up all dicussing what you personally think about it. After that you took the bus and drove to the shopping centre in which you bought clothes and some other stuff. But you bought many clothes. Many many clothes. Each of you had at least one big back to carry because since you were rich and generous, you gave your friends all what they wanted. Of course they didn´t know that before because you waited to see if they were good friends and afterwards you decided you could tell them. In the shopping centre you also goofed around and behaved very silly, running through the stores and getting scolded by the old woman who stood behind the counter.

You still have to laugh when you think about it. As you got home you put off your beige coat and your white sneakers. "Mom, Dad I´m home!" "Hey honey how was your party?" your Dad asked. "Perfect" you responded. "It´s an awful weather, isn´t it?" "OH yes it is" .Your blue-green eyes searched for your Mom as you walked in the kitchen. "Dad, where´s Mom?" " She´s out getting a surprise for you" Immediatly you ran into the living room with your dark blonde wavy hair hanging down your back. "Really?"

You were just greatful that you had parents who treated you like this. Before long, you didn´t have as much. Those who you lived with were only your step-parents. Your real parents were poor and abused you and your brother. You had to get your own food and didn´t have anything useful. No actually clothes, no real place to sleep, no friends, no nothing. But you found a way to earn money. In the streets, you thaught yourself to fight and won most of the "competitions" there. First it was difficult but then it turned out to be easy. You still trained today and you looked the part. You weren´t fragile and girly. You were tough and ready to protect everyone you loved. Live has shaped you this way and you will always stay like this.

Your brother (Brother´s name) basically looked the same as you, only that he was the male and you the female version. You had the same hair colour, the same eye colour and so on. Many thought that you were twins but you weren´t. (Brother´s name) was two years older than you. But your step-parents looked very similiar too. So if you´re an outsider, you wouldn´t say that they would be your step-parents.

Then your brother came down "Hey sis. How´s your birthday?" "Good, (Nickname of your brother)" "Hey! Stop calling me that you know I hate it!" He pulled a face. Now you had to laugh. "I´m so sorry but it´s just so hilarous when you pull a face like that." "So, there´s no gift for you,ok" he said "Wait no! Please, you can´t do that it´s my birthday!" "Ok, ok just jokin´" He pulled out the gift and handed it over. You were quick to open it and gasped. You threw yourself on him and squealed. "This is so perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" It was a photo album in which he put pictures of your friends, you, him, your family and a necklace in. After about ten minutes your Mom came home. "I´m home!" she called. You ran up to her and threw your arms around her torso. "Hi Mom. Did you get here well? It´s quite stormy out there" you said. "Hi, honey. Yes, it was ok but you´re right " you realesed her as she said "I want everyone to come to the table." "Oh, why?" you asked "You´ll see" she answerd and smiled.

As you sat at the table your Mom began to speak "So, I wanted to ta-" Peng - everything was black ......a deafening sound in your ears......screaming.....looking up....fire..everywhere..... You stood up and looked around. Even that was difficult. Then you saw it. A men held your dad by his neck and pressed. Another one. he did the same to your Mom. "NO! Let them go!" you tried to run but your legs failed you. Again. This time they looked in your direction. You held out your hand und begged "Please no... let them be" you said as you got up. One of them tried to hit you but you dodged in time and kicked back. The man fell to the ground after you kicked him in the stomach too. Your father´s body slipped down lifeless. That very moment you were in total shock. He was dead. So was your mother. A single tear slipped from your eye. Everything was silent as you watched your parent´s corpses on the groung. Memories and flashbacks in your head. Laughing with them. Your birthdays. Last summer. Christmas. Everything at once. You loved them so much. As much as a daughter could love her parents. And now they were gone. They saved you and your brother from your past. Both played so important roles in your life, which you were greatful for. But you weren´t ready to let them go. You only had two years with them. It´s just not fair, nothing is fair.

Then- you felt a hit in your gut that sent you back on the ground. Someone put his foot on your chest and pressed down. "Playing the hero, aren´t you? Sorry to crush your dreams but no" He was strong and big and he seemed to be very build. His armor was black and had a coat of arms on it. It was a ram´s head with a crimson red background and glowing eyes. "Get the boy" he harshly said to the other warrior. Now that you noticed it, they all had pale skin and lokked all the same. Except the big one. You saw your brother getting dragged by his foot over to you. "Let. Him. Go." you said "Make me" he said "Fuck off, you motherfucker" you answerd. "Whoa, seems like someone is pissed today" Now he was stepping on your throat. You tried to get some air in your lungs but it didn´t work. "I´m saying this as a warning, and only once so listen close : Disrespect us and we´ll see what happens to that one" he mentioned to your brother and pushed you up by the neck. "Do you understand me?" you nodded reluctantly. "Good" he said. Suddently you felt a sharp pain in your neck and fell to the ground. "Be more careful with her, Glossu Rabban. The Baron wants her alive" "Don´t be so squeamish, she´ll live"

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

What will happen next? Why have they murdered your parents? You´ll find out in the next episode

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[waywardsummoner46]

You think you can make an alternative ending to wedding from hell of Paul’s kids being unsuccessful in killing their dad and being killed by him?

Hellfire - Alternate Ending

Pairing: Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader

Word Count: 372

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“You know, I killed your grandmother and Prince Nikolai with this very blade? Now, you’ll die by it too, you ungrateful waste of space.” He raised the blade and angled it just so it would slit Sam’s throat in a perfect line.

Gwen couldn't do much more than stand in silent horror. Her father regarded Sam with a cold, calculating look that sent tremors through her body.

Movement behind Paul caught her eye and her eyes widened almost imperceptibly at you, eyes raging and a blade held tightly between your hands. Gwen knew what you intended to do... and she wouldn't stop you.

Gwen's lips parted as you gained distance on Paul. He was still occupied with Sam but otherwise remained oblivious to you.

The hope that filled her, filled Sam and you as you readied yourself to strike was nigh overwhelming. Indescribable. Years of manipulation and lies would end right here, right now, and you'd all be free! It was almost unbelievable, unfathomable, but it was going to happen.

You raised the blade and-

"Don't, (Y/N)."

There was nothing you could do but sob.

Paul shook his head, "I expected better from you." He turned back to Sam and you pictured him smiling cruelly, knowingly and without even the faintest hint of regret.

Oh no, he was going to...

"SAM!"

The lifeless corpse of your son fell to the ground; the echo furthering your grief and spilling more tears. Immobile, you pleaded with him to spare your daughter, you'd do anything, anything, anything, anything...

Overcome with the urge to close your eyes, you barely registered when another thud echoed in the room. The only thing on your mind was the overwhelming loss of your children, your own flesh and blood, dead because of their insane father.

Paul crawled back into the bed and lay you down with him, discarding the blades to the floor. "Hey now, don't cry. We can always make more tomorrow..."

His hand that had been stroking your hair now trailed up your bare thigh.

"...or, I have a better idea, why not today?"

The screams that were heard throughout the palace were rumoured to be heard in Hell. They say they fuelled the fire... the Hellfire.

[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

Dark!Paul atreides x pregnant fem reader

(Smut included)

• pt2 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

Only one day after Paul’s near death experience, there was more drama, 𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. Since Paul drank the water of life, he had been slightly 𝗗𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁..

He was very, very protective over you. He always had been, but after waking up from your tears, he was worse. It had only been a day, and you were already becoming tired of it.

This morning, as you walked around the temple, some Fremen came up to you, greeting you and taking your hand into their own. Although this had happened to you multiple times now, you still became uncomfortable and scared. They saw you as their queen. You were their messiahs lover.

Paul, out of nowhere came walking up behind you, immense power in his walk, putting fear on the men holding your hand.

He wakes straight up to you, ripping their hands from yours

“la talmasuha.” ( don’t touch her ), he spat wrapping his arm around your waist. The two men ran away quickly.

“Paul…they weren’t trying to hurt me” you said softly.

“My love, whether they were or not is not the point. No one is allowed to touch you.” He said, his voice darkening at the last part.

You huffed, your face scrunching up in annoyance, before looking at him, your frown faltering slightly. 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

He pulled you into a hug, his hands going to your bump, which was now quite big. You sighed into the hug, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“How’s our son?” He asked smiling.

You laughed lightly “our son is fine, full of energy though. Woke me at all hours from kicking” you huffed.

Paul laughed at your words “just like his father” he said pulling away slightly, to place a kiss on your bump. He pulled away, giving your forehead a kiss.

“Come with me” he said, taking your hand in his leading you to the room full of Fremen. They had all been praying there since yesterday. Once Paul told everyone that the prophecy was true, they went crazy, praying immediately. He gently led to to the room slowly, knowing your body was tired.

As you two made your way through the crowds, the Fremen praised to themselves, touching you and Paul on the shoulders. It was all lovely, until one of the men on your right kneeled beside you, placing his hands on either side of your swollen belly, which was covered with a sunset orange dress.

Paul whipped his head around as soon as he felt you stop, but when he saw that man with his hands all over you, he couldn’t control himself.

“kayf tajru ealaa lamsiha.” ( don’t you dare touch her). He yelled at the men, shoving him off of you.

“Paul!” You screeched as he shoved the man.

He said nothing as he took you in his arms again bringing you into the centre of the room with him, you two stepping up into what looked like a little stage.

Before speaking he turned around to you “ (y/n), if anyone ever touches you again, you tell me” he ordered, before turning with you to face everyone.

You stepped back a little, leaning against his side, not liking everyone looking at you. You buried your face in the back of his shoulder, hoping he didn’t do something too stupid.

Paul began speaking to everyone in the Fremen language, you understood some bits.

“I am paul Mua’dib atreides, Duke of Arrakis!” you heard him say in English. You stared at him, shocked at his confidence and power. But….you kind of liked it.

He turned and looked at you taking your hands in his. “hal yatamanaa 'ahadukum 'an takun zawjatuka?” He yelled at the audience

(Do any of you wish she was your wife?)

You stared as many looked away in fear and respect. He looked at you before continuing.

“an takun kadhalik abdan. 'iinaha tahmil tifli. milki” he told them, a dark anger in his tone. (She never will be. It’s my child she carries. Mine)

He continued on threatening other men, telling everyone he was the messiah and he would make Arrakis dune again. He also boldly said he’d make a claim for the emperors throne. This made you smile, these people deserved to live in their own planet without suffering.

After a few more minutes, Paul left the room bring you with him. You two spoke about plans on the way to your room.

Once there he helped you out of your dress, into a night dress. You lay on your bed, waiting for Paul to join you. Once he did, you turned and lay your head on his chest.

“Paul do you promise to stay with 𝗨𝘀 forever?” You asked, your hand on your belly. Fear in your voice.

“Of course my love. Why do you ask?” He said tucking some hair around you ear, away from your face.

You looked down “well..I don’t know I mean, you might be emperor and well..you might not want me anymore” you said your eyes filling with tears.

“(Y/N), you don’t seem to understand. I’ve seen my future, 𝗢𝘂𝗿 future. You are meant to rule along side me. Wel belong together, forever” he said kissing you softly.

“Promise?” You asked as he wipped your eyes.

“I promise sweetheart” he said leaning down and kissing you passionately. He pulled you up a bit, leaning in deeper.

“Mhm Paul” you whispered as his kisses went down your neck slowly.

“What, you want more?” He teased kissing you.

You nodded into the kiss, your hands going to his dark curls. His hands traveled all over you as he kissed you passionately.

Eventually, his hand went underneath your night dress and he slipped his finger into your panties. He teasing traced his fingers over your aching core.

“Paul!” You yelled out with a pout.

He smirked before slipping a finger inside you, kissing you as you moaned out loudly, he moved in in and out while his other hands traveled under you night dress, to your breasts.

You begged him for more, tears swelling in your big eyes. He obliged undressing as well.

He carefully slid inside you, both of you moaning out in pleasure. He pulled your night dress down slightly to have access to your perky breasts. He sucked them while pumping in and out of you.

You both rocked your hips, your bodies moving together like one, as you kissed passionately. Eventually you found yourself coming close to your climax.

“Paul I’m gon- I’m gonna cum” you whispered.

“Me too sweetheart” he said in your ear. A moment later you both came undone, him inside you.

You yelled out loudly, pleasure erupting from inside you.

“Thats right, you let them know your mine” he growled.

After you both came down from your high, he cleaned you up and gently slid your night dress onto you properly, while redressing himself.

“I love you Paul” you whispered before falling asleep on his chest.

“I love you too” he whispered back, watching you as you drifted off to sleep, his hands wrapped around your bump. Although his prophecy was long and full of adventure, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁.

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

I’ll try to do pt3 soon too!!

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: paul atreides x plus sized afab servant!reader

cw: power imbalance, somnophilia (dubcon in my mind as the reader wouldn’t push him away if they woke up but feel free to skip this if you could feel icked out by it), petplay (cheated again and didn’t make it explicit but it’s very petplay coded in a way), size difference (paul’s the skinny bf that would fall over if a gust of wind was strong enough), paul eats reader out, crack treated seriously vibes bc he’s so awkward 💀, ambiguous somno occasion (like how the reader fell asleep), implications of improper use of the voice but it’s weak for this paul era so reader could probably push against it, possible dune lore inaccuracies idk don’t think just vibe

wc: 1k +

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

don’t repost, translate, or give ai my work

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You’re having the same dream again. Paul Atreides, the duke’s son who you are tasked with looking after is the star.

He looms over you as you lie flat on your back, though in your dream you’re never in your servant’s quarters. No, the surrounding walls bear a more striking resemblance to Paul’s bedroom. You’re always groggy in the dream, which is a strange feeling to have when you usually are profoundly awake in your other dreams.

You’ve only been having this one since you arrived on Caladan from a smaller planet with no name that they took ownership of. Paul Atreides had seemed to seek you out like a moth to a flame, making a beeline for you and demanding in front of your mother that his father hire you. Even weirder was the fact that the ships belonging to the Atreides left immediately after you agreed to go with them, as if the trip had only one purpose.

“Shh, mouse, it’s just me. Don’t wake up.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours and pecking your lips.

You lie there in a daze, eyes wide and mouth agape as Paul reaches for the fastenings of your top. It’s an orange silk number he gifted you, all your clothes are. Your breaths come out in shallow pants, the disbelief that Paul Atreides would be disrobing you with the intent to bed you is overwhelming. He gives your plush curves loving squeezes as he reveals more and more skin.

Eventually you’re stark naked under him. You sluggishly try to cover yourself with your hands but Paul swiftly knocks them aside, pinning them to your sides so he can drink in the mouth watering image. You have no idea how many dreams he has had of you, ones concerning moments like these and ones about the life you’ll experience together in between. A gaggle of tiny feet playing tag around his throne, domestic mornings of blissful silence waltzing in the dining room.

“I…. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, i swear it.” Your heart skips a beat, despite knowing very well that this is all some passing fancy. Dreams never have to see the light of day, so you can luxuriate in your delusions.

Paul leans down to shakily mouth at your collarbone, scraping his teeth against the skin and playing with your love handles. You whimper as he litters your rough skin with love bites, you open your mouth to apologize that it’s not as smooth as a noble consort’s would be, but something in the way he shoves his tongue in your mouth to silence you tells you he somehow already knows.

You poke and pull at his dark shirt, the fine black material feeling like heaven but you’d rather it cover your garments next to the bed.

Paul chuckles, nipping at your lips and pulling back to shirk his clothing off. He throws it across the room and goes back to kissing his way down your thick body. Once he reaches your stomach, he takes extra special care to dote on the rolls of skin, softly kissing and pressing his forehead against them.

“You would be a beautiful bride, you know…”

“Um… thank you, sir.” You squirm, all the attention on someone like you from someone like your employer’s son becoming too real. The Paul Atreides would sooner be lost to the sands of Arrakis than utter those words to you in the waking world, but perhaps your long harbored infatuation has leaked into your subconscious.

He smiles, as if charmed by your shyness. “You’re welcome, mouse.”

His favorite nickname for you, given to you due to your adorable scurrying around to avoid others and shy high pitched squeaks that you use instead of words. (Also because he saw you crouch in a corner and nibble on a piece of bread that you had managed to snag from the table.)

He sits back on his heels to grab your thighs, the skin bulging in between his fingers. He draws you into a slow and sensual kiss as he pushes them apart and sinks into the empty space. You squeak in shock when you feel something stiff press against your wet pussy, but Paul only shushes you in your head and you relax again.

“Mmm~” He hums, flicking his tongue against the seam of your lips and lifting himself to hover over you once more.

He winks before tightening his grip on your thighs and stretching them wide enough for him to slink down and have access to the small hole at their apex.

You jolt when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. You squeak and try to close your thighs around his head but he doesn’t let you, keeping your thighs pinned to the bed and licking a flat stripe up your pussy.

“So sweet, mouse….” Paul grins and repeats the motion a few times. “I could just spread you out over the table whenever I need to eat.”

You moan at the attention, desperately wishing that you could grind against Paul’s mouth but it feels like something more than his grip is holding you back, something about the touch seeming too vivid. You shake the thought away and sink your fingers into his hair, brushing any strays away from his face as he moves to suck on your clit.

He hollows out his cheeks a bit to get better suction on your fat clit. Paul nuzzles his face as deep into you as he can possibly get, the chubby lips of your pussy sandwiching his nose. You wrench your eyes shut as your pleasure builds and builds, but a single thin finger eases into your hole right as you’re about to tumble over the edge. The intrusion isn’t painful so much as it is entirely foreign to you, the second finger goes in much easier.

The combination of eating you out and finger fucking you makes the knot in you stomach blessedly come undone. Paul swallows it all down like there’s no better substance in the grand scheme of the universe.

You hope to have this dream again tomorrow, even at the cost of being able to look Paul Atreides in the eyes.

[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds II (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW dark!fic, obsessed Paul, yandere! Paul, eventual forced marriage, eventual pregnancy, talks of war, eventual NONCON/DUB CON

A/N: I'm basing Paul and Reader off of Usagi and Prince Demond's relationship of how obsessed he was with her just from her expression and power

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Picking up from Last Time

"You will relinquish your place as Queen", Paul said, walking up towards the women. "I will make sure you are well-cared for or you will become the beggar Queen you are."

Y/N raised a brow as she walked towards the Emperor, anger flowing through her but Lord York had always said to remain a neutral stance as possible to not let the enemy know your next move.

"We are not here to discuss terms of surrender", Lord York said, "we are here to discuss terms of peace."

"And those terms are to relinquish your right to Terra Millennium", Paul said before motioning to a Reverend Mother holding a newborn behind him. "And allow the Beneit Gesserit to spread truth and the Fremen people, my people find their Paradise."

"Obviously, we didn't communicate well", she said, looking at the dark-haired Emperor. "When we said war would happen, we met war will come to the Empire, not Terra Millennium."

She saw the man chuckle, actually the entire Atreides fleet chuckled and Y/N felt more anger, but she knew she would be the one chuckling in just a few moments.

"I imagine that you are finding this difficult", Paul said, leaning down in her face. "Your reign as Queen is over."

She heard the roar of Draco coming closer and she let a little smirk out.

"My reign has just begun, Emperor Paul."

Just then Draco swooped in, letting out a mighty roar as he landed on the ground behind her, roaring another roar as he spotted Paul.

The mighty beast was unlike anything Paul had seen as it landed next to the Queen, it leaned it's scaly head next to her affectionately before she turned as it lowered a large wing, allowing her to climb onto its back as he stumbled back as it roared at him, he could see the impossibly sharp teeth.

He could hear Stilgar let out a prayer as the beast began to flap its wings and run on its legs before taking off into the sky.

He watched in slight horror as he heard the sound of more beasts and saw two more in the air, flying behind its sibling in the air as it looked like it was circling one of his ships.

What was she making it do? Could she command them?

His answer soon came as the three mighty beast found one of his ships and breathed down a holy fire, he watched in anger and a little horror as his ship began to literally melt, the spice stored in the ship destroyed.

"I believe we have made ourselves clear", the shorter man said, "Terra Millennium will remain ours. It is in your best interest to take the mercy our Queen has shown, and let the Houses know of the mercy and kindness our Queen has shown you."

🌎

"Muad'Dib", Stilgar said once they had retreated back into the remaining ships. "We must formulate a new plan of attack."

Paul rubbed his chin as he sat in a chair, a hologram image of Terra Millennium was pulled up as he began to hear everyone discuss their next move as the ships hovered in orbit over the planet, but Paul could not think at the moment.

Such raw power at the hands of just one woman, Paul could not fathom that. It was like she was made to be the equal of a great ruler, an equal crafted just for him. Irulan was too mouthy and if he was honest, too submissive at times thanks to the Beneit Gesserit and Chani had given in too easily to his love.

But Amaris, oh... she posed a challenge for Paul, a challenge he wanted to conquer, to fuck until she understood her place underneath him, to breed heirs into her. She looked like she could carry children well from the wide hips she had as Paul allowed for these thoughts to course through his mind.

He needed to see those cold eyes again, he needed to watch as they melted into fear, into desire, into submission. She would understand soon enough, the Fremen would soon find their Paradise here in this planet and that only left the one problem: Irulan.

"I believe we need to find a way outside of their reach", Paul finally said, "look towards their colonies and start at the weakest one."

And Paul had the perfect way to get rid of her and that elderly father of hers...

She heard the sound of the ocean crashing against the sandy beaches of her world, the smell of the salt in her nose as she heard a palm tree rustle in her ears. She felt the water licking at her feet, the wet sand in her toes.

"Together, we could rule all this", a familiar voice breathed into her. "Together, this universe would bow at our feet."

A pair of hands wandered, grasping at her soft flesh as a pair of lips kissed at her neck, a nose nuzzling at her.

"All you have to do is say yes..."

Y/N felt hazy like her mind was underwater as the voice continued assaulting her with sweet words, their hands massaging and rubbing at her body.

"Just say yes to me..."

She turned her head and her eyes widened as she saw Paul, a dark look of desire and power in his eyes.

"Either way, you belong to me. It's up to you how many die along the way."

With a shaky breath, Y/N snapped her eyes open as she quickly sat up and looked around, seeing that she was in her room as her heart was beating in her chest.

She could still feel his lips against her body, his breath... still hear his voice in her mind.

Outside, she could hear the rumble of Draco, Aria and Perseus sleeping near her window; those three dragons probably curled up in a little scaly pile of cuddles that always made her laugh and right now brought her comfort.

Getting out of her bed, her nightgown fell around her as she walked towards her balcony, feeling the autumn breeze brush against her as she hugged her body.

The last Emperor had stood no chance against Terra M last night, but Y/N knew it was different this time. Paul had gained all the Great Houses and the Fremen, she had her army and the colonies, but would it be enough?

The colonies... she would check on them in the morning. She just hoped all would still be well in the morning...

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