"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
FORREAL ABOUT THE PAUL/DUNCAN FIC THO LIKE WHER IS IT 👀🔎 THE WHOLE ASS TIME I WAS WATCHING THE MOVIE I WAS LIKE 'OSHIT I BET THE FIC FOR THESE TWO LOSERS IS GONNA BE SO GÜD"
IKR?? This ship has everything!
Size difference
Age difference
Forbidden teacher/student relationship
Forbidden lord/vassal relationship
Undying devotion
The Voice
Jason Momoa
You bet your ass I went straight to AO3 as soon as I got home from the theater, but not only were there just a handful of fics, they were all, let’s say... not to my standards. However, I checked back again last night and found that we had finally been blessed with a few gems! If anyone wants recs, I’m linking those fics below.
Ravens in the Wait by foxflowering
Words: 5600
Paul is young, impressionable; not quite a boy, yet not quite a man, still vulnerable to the whispering of witches. The gnashing of falcons. The circling of vultures. The grasping of Harkonnen harriers.
Prey. He has the look of prey, and Duncan regrets it.
(But fuck, he must be a bad man — because he covets it. He does.)
Would You Ever by ipsilateral
Words: 1850
"I thought," Paul eventually says, "I just thought I'd have more time."
He says this in what he probably thinks is a somber way but is mostly petulant. Still – those in service of the Atreides have usually tended toward indulging Paul, which is why Duncan asks, "More time for what?"
"You know."
"Do I?"
Will of the Weak by kuro49
Words: 1500
Paul on edge is an open book with writing scribbled out along the margins and stories untold spilling out by the cracked worn spine. There are years in him that he has never lived. There are years in him Duncan will never live to see. He has long since made peace with that.
Paul tries a different command: "—Kneel."
It's why Duncan gets down on both knees even when there is none of that bone-settling need to comply.
Messiah by eldritcher
Words: 4100
“I dreamed of you."
There was no shame in the boy's confession. He held Duncan's gaze, frank as no lord's get should be, and the candour of his gaze held back no secrets. Had the Baron Harkonnen once led men to his bed by mere virtue of a coy glance? The boy did not know the inappropriateness of what he was doing. If the Duke knew, if the concubine knew-
His frankness was not the boldness of the House Atreides, or the wiles of the Bene Gesserit. It was his own, and its like Duncan had heard of only once before. Men had been unable to resist the Baron. Duncan looked away from the trap of the boy's sharp gaze.
The Burning From Within by th_esaurus
Words: 5200
It wasn’t that Paul had never much noticed Duncan before now. Far from it: he was raised as a princeling in all but title, and often suffered from the bluntness that was his birthright, but he was neither myopic nor entirely selfish as a child. He liked his flock of grown-up mentors, liked their company and knowledge, considered them dear friends and surrogate fathers in the moments his own was absent through politics. Duncan was foremost among this troupe, a sturdy hand to hold and a bright guiding light.
But when he was around thirteen, Paul felt that Duncan’s presence took on a weight that had never afflicted it before.
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