you should do a Paul Atreides x reader where a young Bene Gesserit (reader) is sent to arrakis to help him and at first she's like super cold but at then they start to like eachother because they're both under the pressure of the Bene Gesserit and they fall in love and lady Jessica is like super happy when she founds out about their relationship :)
This sounds so cool! I hope you enjoy it!
The near perfect effect of feminine chants filled your ears while you inhaled the Spice-filled air of Arrakis. The warm atmosphere felt oddly wonderful against your skin, as you had never felt anything like this before. Feeling your brow dampen with sweat, you sweep the back of your hand over your forehead, trying to keep yourself cool.
Even in the shade, the immense heat waves appeared to leak into the safe space of temporary sanctuary.
Witnessing you being confined in your tight clothes, the youngest and only son of the late Duke Leto, Paul Atreides stands from his mother’s side with a set of comfortable folded pieces of fabric in his hands.
“Here, these’ll keep you cool from the sun.” He says, holding the fabric in front of you.
Scoffing at the boy’s kind gesture, you snatch the clothes from his hand before retreating behind an open crevice in the caverns to change. Dropping the dark and heavy Bene Gesserit detailed clothing for some simpler, yet far more comfortable robes designed for the desert felt like a wonderful change.
In a way, it felt like you were betraying your kind. Your code. But it had to be done. You vowed to protect this boy and his mother at any cost and that was what you were going to do.
You weren’t going tp let the pressure get to you. After all, humans were made to have emotions.
*****
The days passed as quickly as they came. Out here, time meant nothing, but it was everything. And Arrakis showed no mercy.
The afternoons consisted of staying hidden from overhead Harkonnen patrols and their random ships, all while surviving the deathly rays of the sun.
Then, at night, moving without rhythm was key. Often times, Paul and Jessica would have to step in your footprints in the sand in order to avoid being sensed by a sandworm. Spending time with both the key players of the Atreides family allowed you to open up more, and let go of your hardened emotions that the Gesserit taught you.
You were beginning to open up to Paul, sharing stories together, staying up late at night to gaze at the stars that littered the desert sky, to even having a near intimate moment that was interrupted by Jessica asking for the binoculars.
*****
The warm golden tones of the sun shone onto Jessica’s face, waking her for another day. Slowly regaining her bearings, the woman tip-toed through the sand, moving to check on her son. Rounding the corner of the long extinguished campfire, the thin sheet of raw silk blew in the breeze and Jessica moved the curtain.
What she saw behind the sheet made her smile like never before. Deep in sleep, both you and Paul had your arms wrapped around each other, forever feeling safe.
Got any headcannons for Paul Atradies ending up in an arranged marriage?
This sounds really interesting!
Being in an Arranged Marriage with Paul Atreides would Include:
At first, you’d question why your family made you marry the only heir to the Atreides family.
You’d be furious, as you were forced to leave you home, your planet behind.
However, it needed to be done as Emperor Shaddam sought to your marriage to Paul, as this potential union could truly save the Known Universe.
So when you travelled across the Galaxy to Caladan, you immediately bonded with Lady Jessica, Duke Leto, and the rest of the members of House Atreides. Everyone except Paul.
Paul would purposefully ignore or give you the cold shoulder, as he wanted nothing more than to focus on his training and controlling these new “dreams” of the future.
But as the dreams became more severe, Paul began to realize how much he needed you in those sleepless nights. So much so that he practically begged for you to stay by his side one night.
And Paul slept peacefully that night.
As the time came to make their departure to Arrakis, Paul was glued to your hip, refusing to become separated from you, only for when the shields surrounding Arrakeen were destroyed, you fled into the desert alone.
Once Paul and his mother were stranded in the desert, the boy started to fear for the worst. Thinking you were dead, Paul only truly accepted your fate when he came across the Fremen.
Coming across the hidden people of the Fremen, you would reveal yourself to Paul and Jessica, stating that they offered you shelter until their Leader, their Usul would cross paths in time.
UMMMM, the paul atreides x reader tag is you & a tumbleweed, so you are single-handedly keeping me fed in this wasteland
Oh my gosh! I’m so happy I’m keeping you fed in the barren wasteland of very little Paul fics! I can’t wait to keep writing for him and for the original 1984 character as well! (Cause Kyle MacLachlan deserves love too 🥺)
With Your Hand in Mine
Paul Atreides x reader
Summary: As Paul begins to doubt himself, you’re there to pull him right back up.
Word Count: 396
Warning(s): Angst and MEGA fluff!
A/N: Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
Walking through the stone palace residing on Caladan, you fold your fingers around the glass bottle’s cap, trying to push back the feeling of your stomach twisting in knots. The fabric of your dress whips behind you, as a small chill begins to creep up your spine.
Stepping through the arched doorway of the training room, Gurney walks past you with his duffel bag of equipment.
“Hello, Y/N. What can I do for you this morning?” He asks, shifting in the way he stands at your unexpected surprise.
“Good morning, Gurney. I don’t need anything at the moment. I just wanted to see how he’s doing. Is Paul alright?” You ask, slowly lowering by your voice to a whisper.
“I’m afraid Paul isn’t doing the best, M’lady. The material of our trip to Arrakis is beginning to take a toll on him. I’m sure he’d appreciate it if you’d cheer him up.” Gurney explains, still showing you respect in his semi-exhausted state.
“I’ll do what I can. Thank you, Gurney.” You answer, giving the man a smile.
Giving you a nod, Gurney makes his way down to the other end of the hall where the council and private chambers are, leaving you alone. Crossing the doorway, you glance around the room for Paul, only to find him sitting on the thinly matted floor.
Joining him, you sit down across from Paul, and slyly place the bottle in front of him. Balancing on your left arm, you silently observe the multiple pieces of the spare Holtzman shield laid out on the ground.
“Faulty shield?” You ask, picking up the metallic button piece.
“No, just checking the durability of the parts.” Paul responds, not even bothering to look you in the eye.
“Paul, look at me. Just take your mind off Arrakis for the moment.” You say, and stand up in front of the dark-haired boy.
Gazing up at you, Paul sets down his tools, and the biggest smile fills his face. Rising to stand before you, he adjusts his fine white collared shirt.
“You’re right, Y/N. I should probably take a break. Besides, I’d rather think of you right now.” Paul responds, raising his thick eyebrows at his witty remark.
Scooping you up in his arms, Paul spins you around the in the empty space as your laughter begins to echo in the training room.
Summary: To some, the planet of Arrakis is nothing but a catastrophic death trap. However, the vast desert begins to manipulate your memories of the youngest member of House Atreides.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning(s): Fluff, angst, memory lapse, action and violence, descriptions of injuries, and slight sadness. Memories are in italics!
A/N: We’re finally getting more Dune content and it makes me so excited for the movie! Special gift for my girl @visionsofsweettea who I basically sucked into the Dune fandom. (lol)
A/N PT 2: Contains SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE & BOOK, so I’ll do my best not to give too much away. (Since I’ve read the book and seen the original movie multiple times)
10191 A.G.
That was the last time you saw the adored members of House Atreides. From the moment their departure was announced in stone castle walls, the lush green environment of Caladan seemed to change as you began to worry for the family. Despite reading the travel manifestations over a thousand times, you still couldn’t wrap your mind around why the Duke made this choice. Even on the day of the flight, you stood beside the various other maidens who served Lady Jessica, distraught at the events taking place in front of you.
Over the next few months, life in Caladan seemed to vanish, and your happiness with it. You seemed to be the only one loyal to the Atreides family who remained the same. Each day, you fell into a trance as all your memories of Duke Leto’s and Lady Jessica’s only son infinitely filled your mind.
Your memories of Paul Atreides.
The cool weather brought on by the cliffside was refreshing with every wave that crashed on the rocks. Climbing higher, you followed Paul’s lead as he kept boasting that he had a surprise for you. No matter how much you wanted him to spoil it, you couldn’t help but smile.
“You really want to ruin your surprise now?” He asks for the second time.
“At this point, I don’t even care what it is. You’re a pain, Atreides. You know that right?” You reply, taking Paul’s hand.
Pulling you up higher, Paul keeps a steady grip on your left forearm, making sure you both don’t trip and fall.
“Trust me, I know.” Paul replies, giving you a subtle wink.
Reaching inside his uniform’s pocket, Paul takes out a small box, and places it in your palm. Opening the box, a necklace tied with black cord and a silver emblem of the House Atreides symbol lies inside. A small silver hawk shines in the bright sunlight, beaming back at you.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you Paul.” You respond.
“Of course, it’s for you to remember me. I won’t be returning to Caladan and you’re all I have left of this place.” Paul admits, taking your shoulders in his hands.
Responding to his gentle touch, you bite your lip and smile. Gazing at your lips, Paul takes your chin in his grasp and gives you both your first and last kiss on Caladan. If only that moment could’ve lasted forever. After all, he was the first boy you ever loved.
*****
The hot sun of Arrakis beats down on the glittering golden sand as you pant for breath. Even behind your suit’s mask, you rip the carbon fiber mask away from your face, leaving only the nostril plugs intact. Tugging at the bag wrapped around your shoulder for what felt like the millionth time, the very stillsuit that armored your body continued to slowly fail.
The suit seemed to no longer perform its mandatory functions of filtering the toxins in your body and transforming them into viable drinking water.
You were dying.
Having been stranded in the vast Arrakian desert for four weeks, the suit was reaching its intended lifespan, making you stuck. If anyone were to find you, they’d discover nothing but a broken stillsuit that might have some salvageable parts, and a pile of bones.
Continuing further into the unending void of the desert, you glance at the glistening sand, while it mocks you - torments you. Even on the planet’s surface, Spice was everywhere. No one could escape it, not even the Atreides’, the Harkonnen’s, or you. Harking back to the Baron’s recorded message, they seemed true to nature.
“He who controls the Spice controls the Universe.”
The phrase rang from ear to ear inside your mind as you collapsed before a clearing of dark-colored mountains. As your vision began to fade to blackness, you reached toward the rocks, in an attempt to temporarily cover the vibrations of your suit from any patrolling Sandworm lurking underneath the dunes.
“I’m …sorry.” You uttered through your chapped lips, dreaming of Paul once more.
*****
The distant sound of unknown voices flowed through the air just as you slowly opened your eyes to the sight of the bright sun. Secluded from the unbearable weather, you gazed around the hollowed out part of the mountain, and watched the heat waves dance above the sand. Realizing the area is clear, you crawl out from underneath the sanctuary, and begin to ascend the small mountain toward the voices.
Coming to a clearing in the rock, your dry e/c eyes witness a rare sight: a miniscule group of Fremen.
“That’s impossible.” You whisper to yourself.
From childhood you were always told the various myths and legends surrounding the Fremen. While they were secretive people, they never showed themselves in the open. It was too dangerous for their species, and while they were still human, they had their reasons for staying in the shadows.
Watching from afar, you could barely make out the four or five men and women were training with blades and a staff. But before you move to get a closer look, you were caught off guard when something grabbed both your wrists. Pulling you out from the visible crevice, a Fremen man forces you out from your hiding stop, causing you to slide down the perfectly curved mountainous interior.
Rolling on the hard red and white sandstone, the padding from the suit protected you from taking any serious damage, that is - until an extensive force slammed against your left ankle, causing you to cry out in pain. Kicking the man away, you start to scramble away, unfortunately you don’t get very far as the man closes his hand around your now broken appendage and squeezes.
Gritting though your teeth, you thrust your good foot into the man’s face once again, but he releases his grip by the sound of a high-pitched whistle.
“Brutus! That’s enough!” A deep male voice calls out from a singular boulder in the middle of the open alcove.
The soldier named Brutus lets go and leaves you be. He backs up to the unknown man on the boulder. Stepping down from the rock, the Fremen casually approaches you, and removes the mask from his own stillsuit.
“Tell me, girl. How do we know you’re not a spy for the Second Republic, or worse, the Harkonnens?” He asks.
Balancing on your elbows, Brutus unsheathes a blade from his belt, and inches closer.
“Stilgar, we’ve wasted too much time out here. She’s a filthy spy. They all are.” Brutus exclaims.
“Wait, wait! What is the current year?” You ask, moving your arm between Brutus and Stilgar.
“The current year? 10191 A.G.” Stilgar responds, leaning over to your level.
“She’s lying.” Brutus says.
Raising his weapon, you take out the gift given to you by Paul and display it to the Fremen leader.
“Don’t-- I am a loyal member to the Atreides family! Please!” You nearly beg, holding out the hawk charm from the necklace underneath your suit.
“Enough!” A second voice calls out from the boulder.
Jumping down from the boulder, the various Fremen gracefully move out of the way and bow their heads to this man, this boy as he walks to Brutus. A collective whisper of prays and holy phrases echo throughout the alcove.
“Protect us, Usul.” “The Preacher has come to save us.” “Only he can make Arrakis mighty once more.”
Equipping his blade, the boy places it before Brutus’ neck, and his hazel eyes fill with rage.
“Touch her again, and I will make sure the worms eat you for breakfast.” He spews, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand.
“Yes Muad’Dib. I will unsheathe this blade by your command.” Brutus prays, bowing his head while folding his hands.
Removing the tip of the blade from Brutus’ neck, the boy glances your way, and his face changes within a second.
“...Paul?” You ask, struggling to stand.
Wasting no time, Paul rushes to your side and attacks you with a long awaited embrace. Surrendering to each other’s touch, your fingers clutch around his dark hair. Stroking your back, Paul holds you tightly.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he quietly admits.
Releasing his embrace, Stilgar announces that everyone must return to the Fremen home world before dark. Wrapping your arms around their shoulders, both Paul and Stilgar help you to their haven, where a brand new life awaits you.
