#imagine dune

[neoncrowpen]

Hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write about protective Paul with an established relationship?

Pairing: Paul Atreides X Female!Reader

Fandom/Franchise: Dune

Author's Notes/Triggers: Mild.

Paul Atreides pressed your palm to his face, breathing in your sickness. His eyes rolled open to see your warm, sleeping form beside him. His eyes dared not look away from how your wheezed in bed.

A healer stepped up behind the Duke carefully. His throat bobbed.

“My lord, it is not wise to linger at the bedside of the sick.” He advised.

“I will not move.” Paul simply answered. His hands caressed up and down your arm, holding it close to his chest. The slow movement meant more to calm him rather than you. “I gave my betrothed my word that I will be her constant, her foundation where she falters. Your incompetence keeps her here. If you had paid better attention, she would not rot in this bed and I would not risk my own health by being here.”

“My lord, it has only been a week.” The healer chose the wrong words.

Paul’s eyes immediately snapped to his. “A week? Oh. I see.” He nodded, rising from bed. “You do not take your duties seriously.”

“That’s not what I meant, my lord.”

“Yes, it is. Even if your words say otherwise.” He gestured to the empty room around him. “Where are her maids? Her hot water? Her sunlight? Her cold water and food? You stick her in a room as dark as shadow in a poor attempt to hide her true health away from me. Do you value your life so little?”

The healer shifted in his spot, masking his reaction with a hesitant face. “I value my life, my lord.”

The Duke stared at the healer until the healer shifted in his spot as if Paul’s gaze was so direct that it made people move without the use of his Voice. The healer started to open the windows. “I will gather what resources we have, my lord.”

“Good man.” Paul said calmly. Yet, his gaze seemed too heavy on the healer’s back.

“And there will be maids to stir her awake to bathe her.” The curtains pushed aside, revealing more of your physical state. The blotched skin your house tried to hide. The back of Paul’s fingers caressed over the irregular bumps on your skin. You were his whole purpose, an inspiration to his ambition.

To see you like this, weak and asleep due to the plague that had been spreading, it affected him more than he could ever admit to you. As more people filed into the bedchamber, Paul’s eyes never left your cheek. The plague made your skin red and angry, spidering across your face.

His finger traced it down past your jawline. “I will have the head of the man who did this to you. And if one of the gods deems it right to take you from me, I will ignite a war to end that god’s religion.”

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[neoncrowpen]

Hiii💞

Could u write something about Paul Atreides? Something like his wife going into labor and him seeing the baby for the first time?🥺❤️

Pairing: Paul Atreides X Female!Reader

Fandom/Franchise: Dune

Author's Notes/Triggers: Mild, or if childbirth is a trigger, please avoid or consume content cautiously.

Paul Atreides, a Rising Emperor, nearly kicked his guard out of the way when his ship finally touched ground. The doors barely opened and he somehow managed to wiggle out while hearing warnings and curses of his guards behind him. He tripped on the ground, scraping his hand.

“Fuck,” he cursed. His feet started flying into the sprawling palace. One of his guards finally caught up to him.

“Your hand, my lord, it’s—

Paul whirled around at his guard. “My hand means little. My son is coming. Your concerns should lie with the future, not the present of the empire.” His tone snapped as it should. A messenger reached him a little too late to announce the news. He was heading towards another planet to accept a surrender of arms when he received the news. He knew he should have stayed. Paul forced his entire platoon to turn tail while flying.

Now, he was late. He broke his own promise to his queen.

He heard the echoing, pained screams first. His feet couldn’t fly fast enough. The marble floors did little to grip the sole of his boots. He collided with a wet nurse and a swordsman. The swordsman held Paul tight.

“My lord, you ought to—

“You do not command me!” Paul snapped. His emotions frayed. “Who are you to suggest anything to me? Let me though! Immediately!” His eyes went too wide, enough to see his pupil all around. His wife’s screams echoed the hallway again. This time, it was followed by small displays of encouragement. His jaw ticked. “Let me through or you will be last of your bloodline, do you hear me?”

Both the wet nurse and the swordsman stepped aside.

Paul pushed the doors open to see his wife in her own battle. Her legs spread open with various hands on her bare thighs. Another set of hands held the head of his son, bloody and raw and new. Her personal guard, Ghanna, held her hand tight. The sight of his queen, breathing heavy and covered in sweat, froze him.

He was often told that men and women had their own battlefields. Men against men on land or in air. Women against the gods. This was the fiercer battle, he thought. Bringing forth a life that had not existed before was something he revered now. Here she was, her crown falling off her brow, carrying the weight of being a mother to the empire and being a mother to the future emperor.

Something dark came over him then. A heavy responsibility and sense of duty stilled him in his spot. His queen laid back after the baby was born. The cord was cut by the healer. Then, Paul’s son was brought to him. He was wet, crying, and scrunched in the face. The white blankets dampened with holy, royal blood.

Paul’s thumb swept across his son’s forehead. His mind swept with quick visions all at once. An ascension, a baptism of blood, a young man surrounded by power on the lion throne. Paul’s breath caught.

“Leon.” He named his son. It was a gentle tone but a firm choice. One that ignored his wife’s desires, but she had not known his visions. Paul’s gaze met with hers.

Devastated and recovering, she held his gaze as her limbs shook. She strained to see her son. Paul’s steps went slower now. Not to antagonize her or prolong her wait, but to protect. He felt as if he was carrying the thinnest glass. He knelt to her level, placing the babe on her chest.

“You’ve done so well.” Paul kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry for not being here.”

“But you’re here now.” She whispered. Her hand felt the soft head of their child. “You’ve named him.”

Paul went quiet for a moment. His eyes sunk into hers. The way they always had when he grew reluctant. “He isn’t of my house. Nor yours. He’s something new. We have made something powerful.”

“Our son is not your visions.” She tried to soothe.

Paul shook his head. “No. He is something far greater than you or I.” He swallowed hard. He gazed at his queen, feeling as if he was inadequate. He was Emperor, a Harbinger of Death. But what was death compared to the power of life? His fingers cupped her cheek. “I saw his future just as I saw yours when I touched you for the first time. He gets his power from you, and so that is what I named him. Leon, a lion, a sun, our power made flesh.”

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[neoncrowpen]

Request for dark! Paul and Chani both liking the reader and deciding to confess together but reader is just like confused on the sharing so she’s no but needless to say they aren’t really taking no for an awnser

Pairing: Paul Atreides X Chani X Female!Reader

Fandom/Franchise: Dune

Author's Notes/Triggers: mild, but as always, please consume content cautiously.

The room had gone mostly silent. You, dressed in jewels and metal and fine silk, stood before the pair of them. Your eyes flickered between them. Chani’s armor was different. Here, she didn’t need the flit-plugs or a still suit. She wore metal and chainmail so fine that it appeared to be a second skin. Paul’s gloves were splotched red.

You opened your mouth, but Chani spoke first.

“Let us go first.” Her voice creaked in the same sadness as the day you left them on Arrakis. Her hand floated in the space between you and her. “We didn’t intend for this to happen. None of us wanted what happened today.”

Chani’s voice was full of reason now. It contrasted from the spirited outburst you saw a half hour before.

“We only wanted to talk.” She said.

“You come here. Dressed in armor that fits you perfectly only to talk?” Your own voice carried an awful edge. Your head shook. “I don’t believe either of you. This was planned.”

“We couldn’t let you marry him.” Paul interjected.

“So, you kill him?” You snapped at Paul. You stepped forward, but Chani blocked you.

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” She assured you.

“Then, how was it supposed to go?!” Your eyes searched hers. “Tell me!” For a moment, Chani looked as if your words cut her cheek. The next, she dipped her eyes to Paul. They shared a look between them.

“We were supposed to arrive last night. We were going to tell you and then take you from here.” Chani explained.

Your heart started to race, making your chest tight. It was Chani who held your hands first. You pulled from her immediately. “No.” You reacted. “Don’t touch me.”

“We’re not trying to scare you. We’re here to save you.” Paul stepped forward. You stepped back.

“No.” You shook your head in a panic. “I was fine. This—this was an order. Meant to bring together the empire.”

“I was wrong.” Paul explained. He shared a panicked look to Chani. “We both were. Ordering you, forcing you into a marriage was my fault.”

“Forcing me?” You gasped. “I liked Abram.” You voice filled with the tears you weren’t ready to cry out yet. “Abram was, was good. He was their heir. He was.” Was. It hurt you too much to say it. Even now. Was. Not Is. Was. So much happened in a span of minutes. Paul and Chani stiffened in their spots. You couldn’t see how their blood boiled underneath their skin when you admitted you liked Abram. Chani cleared her throat.

“We’re taking you home.” She declared.

“No.” Your brow furrowed underneath your wedding veil. “I’m not going anywhere with either of you.”

“You are.” Paul argued.

“I’m staying right here. I—

“I love you.” There was quiver in his admission. His eyes fluttered. “Chani and I—

“I love—we both do.” Chani agreed. The admission was sloppy, clanky at best. It certainly didn’t follow any kind of romance book you shared with them before. Your eyes flipped between them.

“What is this?” You asked. “I don’t—

“We spoke and we decided to keep you. Have you.” Chani tried to gently explain.

“That’s not—I am not…” Your voice trailed off. The room filled with stifling air. Your chest struggled to breathe evenly. “What are you asking me?”

“To come home. Be angry, yes, but be angry with us at home.” Paul explained firmly. “Share our bed. Share us.”

“Us? There is no such thing. Marriages are—

“Do not stand there and tell me how things should be!” Chani finally snapped. She stopped in front of you. Her hands cupped your cheeks. “You have etched valleys into my heart. I cried when you left.”

Shock turned you cold. “Paul is to be emperor, and you are his lover and—

“We could marry.” Paul suggested. “Right now.” His eyes seemed to suggest he was still feeling high after murdering Abram.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” Paul swallowed hard. There was a cruel twitch in eye you knew he reserved for those who had danger coming. You tried to leave, but Chani held onto your wrist. The slick, clicking sound of a cuff sounded off around your wrist.

You lifted your gaze to Chani. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.” Chani said. Her voice grew possessive. “You’re coming home. You’re marrying Paul. Then, you will join our bed. You are ours, Y/N.”

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[neoncrowpen]

Happy birthday ❤️!

I have a dark!Paul Atreides request. Where Paul demands the reader to access his proposition to became his wife, but the reader declines it and tries to run away.

Pairing: Paul Atreides X Female!Reader

Fandom/Franchise: Dune

Author's Notes/Triggers: Murder, Decapitation.

Before you, the segmented fruit laid fresh and ripe. Each red pearl was yours for the taking. No rot had set in yet, but your heart sank when you realized what exactly you would be accepting. Your fingers stopped hovering over the pomegranate seeds and returned to your side.

“What’s wrong?” said his gentle voice behind you. His eyes caressed your shoulder. You couldn’t deny the threat beneath the words. To others in the room, nothing was wrong. To you, your house’s fate, maybe the known world’s fate, laid right here in front of you.

In the form of a seed. A proposal. A pearl of sweet juice for you and Paul Atreides to grow your life together.

“Nothing.” You turned, giving him a polite smile. “You must forgive me. I have just realized I had forgotten my grandmother’s veil.” You just gestured to your hair, braided and bound. “It would be improper if I accepted you without it. Please. Allow me to return to my chambers.”

Paul returned your polite smile. “Of course.” He even gave you a curt nod. “Who are we without our family? I know how special she is to you and how she formed your identity as a woman. Go to your chambers. I will wait.”

His hand found your hesitating one. He kissed the inside of your wrist. “I am eager, but I am patient.”

You dismissed yourself immediately, grabbing the folds of skirts to scurry yourself along. Your maids followed you in pursuit. You took each of their hands, bringing them closer to you.

“Heed my words. We need to leave. Now.” You said, turning around a corner. “It does not matter which vessel, the fastest one. The one closest. I don’t care. We need to leave.”

“My lady, your—

“Yes, I know.” You interrupted. The three of you flew down a set of stairs into a hallway that led to your chambers. “We will not pack. Dresses are only fabric. They can be replaced.” Your thoughts from what you saw last night twisted in your stomach. “I only need the Opal Keys. Then, we may leave.”

Your maid was the first to open the door to your room, but you were the first to see it. Sheets from the bed ripped in half. The mattress cut open like a corpse, its innards surrounding it. Each of your dresses scattered across the floor. Trunks open, two tables turned over. One chair faced towards you. Your grandmother’s head sat in the seat, eyes opened to stare at you.

You let out a horrible, guttural scream. You fell to your knees. You shouldn’t have let go of your maids. You heard a sucking, swift sound. One thud. And the another.

Both of your maids slain right at your sides. Paul’s men surrounded you. Yet, they did not raise their blades. They only waited, letting your maids bleed out on the ground next to you. One held her neck, the other was already gone from the world.

“Tamona, Tamona, I’m so sorry.” Your chest ached, crawling to her. Your shoulders shivered with anger and shock. “Forgive me, please, Tamona. Don’t, oh..oh…” Your voice trailed off as you pulled yourself to her, feeling her last breaths.

Silence filled the space between Tamona’s last breath and his voice. You didn’t hear his footsteps. The crack in his neck as he shifted into place.

“Y/N.” He spoke your name. Paul’s hand slid over your back to soothe you.

You rose, immediately burning every ember of rage into your words. “What kind of monster are you?”

“I told you.” he said, meeting your rage with a reasonable tone. “I am eager, and I am patient.”

“You killed your grandmother. My maids, Tamona.” You listed them off, turning yourself away from your grandmother’s severed head on the chair.

Paul gave you a polite smile. “Their deaths were written in stone. I cannot change what was written.”

“Are you mad?”

“No.” Paul took your hand. He pressed your palm to his chest. “I am a constant surrounded by variables. What I manifest, the universe reacts. You are the new path I have decided to take. There is nothing that will keep me from you. Your grandmother, Tamona, your mother, your uncles, your people, no one.”

You sucked in a breath as he pulled you closer. His finger turned your cheek to face your grandmother’s empty gaze. His cheek rested against yours. “Let this be your first lesson. I will destroy anything obstacle between us, including any declination from you.”

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