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  • silvyysthings
    21.01.2022 - 2 hours ago

    Oh my ...

    Dune 2021

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  • jotypes
    21.01.2022 - 2 hours ago
    #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x you #paul atreides x y/n #paul atreides imagine #paul atreides#fanfiction#fluff#self insert#angst#timothee chalamet#reader insert #paul atreides one shot #dune 2021#dune movie#female reader #x female reader #duke leto atreides #lady jessica #dune x reader #dune#house atreides#house khumali#fiction#dune imagine#dune fanfiction
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  • rastamooni
    21.01.2022 - 10 hours ago

    𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 7/x: • sleeping • Other posts: • cars • virginity • smoking • instruments • crying • skin •

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  • alexagirlie
    21.01.2022 - 12 hours ago

    Dropped Chapter 1 of a new fic! This is DAAAAARRRRKKK Like please heed the tags and warnings! DDDNE https://archiveofourown.org/works/36554557/chapters/91164583

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  • golden----hour
    21.01.2022 - 16 hours ago

    🏜 My Road leads into the desert ☀️

    Here is my drawing of Chani from the movie “Dune”… I was listening to this movie soundtrack and well, this drawing happened! Hope you enjoy! 😊

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  • chaniluvr
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    No bc why do the ppl on Arrakis call Paul after the little kangaroo mouse thingy??

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  • hellfre
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    After reading the first Dune book I think one thing that stuck to me while reading the story and watching the movie was one of the earliest interactions: the Gom Jabbar scene, where Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam tests Paul to find out if he's human or not. When put through pain, Paul endured it by remembering the Bene Gesserit's Litany Against Fear and letting it all play out.

    First of all, I don't know if Frank Herbert had that in mind when he put that scene in, but it really set the scene for the rest of the story. Paul went through the pain, because if he tried to fight it Mohiam would kill him with the Gom Jabbar. He couldn't fight it, only let it happen and wait for the outcome, because his only other escape was death. Through the rest of the story, Paul ends up seeing the future and the war he'd bring, that couldn't be stopped even if he died because he says himself that, if he died, Jessica or Alia would continue it. There was no escape from his terrible purpose, and he realizes that by the end and follows the path future set for him. There was no escape from the Gom Jabbar except waiting, and there is no escape from the war and blood spilled in the name of the Atreides except waiting; Paul can't run.

    But another thing about the Gom Jabbar scene is that Mohiam tells Paul he is, indeed, human, and I think that's an important part to understand Dune and Paul's character as a whole. I think we're far too used to seeing the main character as either a hero or a villain depending on the context of their story, because that's how media has been working for a while: there's always the good side and the bad side. But Dune isn't a story of heroes and villains, because there's no hero in Dune.

    Paul is not a hero, Paul is not a villain either, even if you could say he's both at the same time depending on the point of view of who was telling the story and depending on your concept of hero or villain. But, in the end, Paul is just a human. He's a boy who lost everything and had to use what he had to save himself and take back what he lost, taking even more in the process. Yes, he can see the future, and mysticism is part of the Dune universe, but even with all this, he's a 15 year old boy whose father is a Duke, and then he becomes a man who rises to power — and he's a tyrant, considering he did take the power by force when he faced the Emperor.

    He's, even with everything he goes through and with everything he can do, a human. He's taught by his mother how to manipulate the situation to be in his favor, and yet he can't escape the destiny set for him; he has a terrible purpose, he knows it's a terrible purpose, but he takes it because the choices of many before him and his own choices brought him there. He's a human caught in the actions and beliefs of his mother and father, and of the Bene Gesserit, and of the Fremen, and he remains human even if others think he's a god. He even says he never wanted to be turned into a god, and he knows he's not a god, he's just a human who had abilities and the wit to get to where he got. Is he a good human? A bad human? That will always depend on the point of view: the Fremen see him as a savior and messiah, the people he killed probably see him as ruthless and bad; it's the multitude a human will always have (although considering he murdered a lot of people I do have my opinion set on how I see Paul, before and after the attack on Dune, and I'm sure others who read the books have as well).

    In the end, Dune is the story of a human, not a hero or villain, just a human, a leader like many others we see today and saw through history, and I think that's why I like this story so much.

    #just wanted to put some thoughts out #dune#dune spoilers#paul atreides#muad'dib#dune 2021 #from my own head #long post
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  • emmawoodyhouse
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago


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  • rastamooni
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 6/x: • skin • Other posts: • cars • virginity • smoking • instruments • crying • sleeping •

    #timmythingsinmovies#timothée chalamet#tchalamet#mine #timothée chalamet edit #the french dispatch #dune #the king movie #beautiful boy #call me by your name #elio cmbyn#paul atreides#nic sheff#zeffirelli
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  • alexagirlie
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Snippet from another WIP in the works

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  • mistress-gif
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Dune, part 1 (2021)

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  • alexagirlie
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    This was a request of Paul eating a lollipop that I have finally finished

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  • paulatreidesmallcop
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago
    #paul atreides is the main guy from dune
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  • thatgingerloser
    20.01.2022 - 1 day ago

    Finally finished reading the first Dune book.

    TLDR; Paul is the ultimate sigma male DMT using chad, eugenics are bad, and charisma doesn't make you a good leader or something. Also 🪱🐛 BIG WORMS ARE BADASS🐛🪱

    #dune#paul atreides #im already planning my dune themed tattoos #the movie from the 80s kills me inside
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  • neoncrowpen
    20.01.2022 - 2 days ago
    #paul atreides#paul atreides/you#paul atreides/reader #paul atreides x you #paul atreides x reader #imagine paul atreides #paul atreides imagine #dune fic#dune imagine#imagine dune #enemies to lovers
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  • gotkindabored
    20.01.2022 - 2 days ago
    #ask game! #paul atreides
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  • alaynes-writings
    19.01.2022 - 2 days ago


    Summary: The reader is a Bene Gesserit, assigned to help Paul with his abilities. He is distant at first, but over the course of time they learn to trust each other. This trust leads to them falling in love with each other and when the reader finds out she is pregnant, she has to face the Reverend mother again.

    Pairing: Paul Atreides x Bene Gesserit!reader (female)

    Request: The plot was requested by anon + the prompt “Make sure you come back to me”

    A/N: So much for just writing a short blurb, this is over 4k words long! Anyway this is the first piece I have written for Paul that is that long, I hope y’all like it. Enjoy!


    As a Bene Gesserit you knew that some tasks had to be done, however unpleasant they may be. But what the Reverend mother wanted of you now was more than just unpleasant. When you had accompanied her to Caladan, to test the Atreides boy, you didn’t expect her to order you to stay and help him learn to understand his powers. You also didn’t understand what she meant when she said that there was some sort of connection between you and the boy.

    The truth was you felt left behind by her. The Atreides family didn’t trust you and you understood that, why should they? You were a stranger, an intruder almost, thrown into their lives without warning. Paul showed no interest in learning from you at all, which made your task almost impossible. In the beginning it annoyed you. But maybe it also could have been worse.

    Most of the young lords you had met were either cruel or stupid. Paul was neither of those things. You had watched him for weeks, observed how he treated the people around him, how he spoke to the guards and servants, how he behaved around his teachers, how he acted around his parents. He was a kind young man and he may have not trusted you and ignored you most of the time, but he treated you with respect.

    After a month of barely speaking to one another you had chosen that you had to make the first step to improve this nonexistent relationship between you two. The Revered mother had been clear, Paul had to learn to control his abilities. And it was your job to make sure he would learn quickly.

    Fate seemed to be in your favor because that night one of the maids stormed into your chambers, informing you that Lady Jessica needed you immediately. You hurried after her, wondering what was so urgent that your presence was requested in the middle of the night and to your confusion she didn’t led you to Jessica’s chambers, but to Paul’s.

    His mother was already waiting for you and you noticed her hands shaking slightly, even though she tried to hide it.

    “You wanted to see me.”

    She nodded, guiding you inside. You heard a voice from behind the door that led to Paul’s bedroom, identifying it as Dr. Yue.

    “It’s Paul.” Jessica said. “He had another dream, another vision but… he keeps seeing things. Different futures I suppose. I can’t get him out of it.”

    You could see the worry in her eyes, a mother’s worry and you wondered what kind of love that must be. How much a mother must love her own child, so much she was willing to trust a stranger to help them. You knew Jessica mistrusted you as much as her son, but it was clear why you were here now. She didn’t have any other options.

    “Help him.” she whispered and you nodded. She moved aside and you opened the door to Paul’s bedroom. Dr. Yue stood there, bend over his medicine, searching for something, but he seemed helpless. Paul was lying on his bed, huddled like a child, shaking, mumbling to himself.

    It was painful to see him like this. Even though your abilities were nothing compared to his - if he really was the Kwisatz Haderach - you remembered the first time you were unable to get out of a vision. It had taken hours, you had cried and screamed but no one had lifted a finger to help you. You didn’t want Paul to go through the same experience. But what were you supposed to do? If his mother and Dr. Yue couldn’t help him, what did Jessica think you could do what they hadn’t already tried?

    Slowly you sank down on the bed next to him and suddenly you felt calm, like your body knew exactly what to do.

    Without thinking you carefully reached out to touch his face.

    “Paul, it’s me.”

    Your voice was soft and low, but he flinched, his eyes wide open, but not really seeing what was around him.

    “You need to come back. Whatever it is that you are seeing right now, it’s not real.”

    Slowly you moved your fingers over his forehead, his temple, his cheek.

    “Come back to us Paul.” you whispered.

    You felt a strange tingle in your fingertips and for a second images flashed before your eyes, too fast for you to really see anything but you were sure these were glimpses of Paul’s visions. Was this what the Reverend mother had meant when he mentioned a connection?

    He winced and finally the glassy look in his eyes disappeared, heavy breaths escaping him. He looked around, recognizing his surroundings, his eyes finding yours. His feelings were all written over his face; fear, confusion, relief.

    His mother came rushing to the bed, Dr. Yue right behind her.

    “It’s alright.” you said, even though you didn’t fully understand what had just happened. “It’s alright.”


    Things had changed after that night. Gradually and slowly, but what had happened had been the first step towards some sort of trust between you and Paul.

    The next day he came looking for you, finding you outside the castle watching the beach from atop the hills. The distant sound of the waves crashing into the shore again and again had a calming effect on you.

    He stopped a few steps behind you and cleared his throat to get your attention. You turned around, smiling as you greeted him.

    “I wanted to thank you for what you did.” He kept his voice and expression neutral and you wondered how he felt about what happened, if it bothered him that you had seen him in that state.

    “I’m glad I was able to help.” you simply answered.

    He hesitated for a moment before he spoke again.

    “How did you know what to do?”

    “I have some experience myself.”

    It was the best answer you could think of in that moment. You still didn’t know what exactly had happened, how you had known what to do or why you were the one who was able to bring him back. But that was something he didn’t need to know.

    Your answer seemed to spark his interest nonetheless, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.

    “You got stuck in a vision once too? Who helped you?” he asked curiously.

    You realized it must be very difficult for him, all alone with those strange abilities with no one to really understand or to guide him. Except for you now.

    “No one.”

    For a second he seemed shocked to hear that, but he quickly put on a neutral expression again. He didn’t say anything for a while and you wondered what was going on in his mind. His mother had trained him well, he was difficult to read and good at hiding his emotions, even at his young age.

    “If you’re still willing to help me understand my abilities, I’d gladly accept your help.” he said eventually and now you were to one trying to hide your surprise.

    “Of course.”


    That Paul was willing to accept your help didn’t mean he fully trusted you. He didn’t ignore you, like he did in the beginning and he talked to you about his visions, but he refused to train the use of the Voice with you and he rarely talked to you about anything else than his dreams, as if he was trying not to show too much of himself to you. You learned quickly that the only way to gain his trust was to open up yourself, to trust him first.

    The first time you talked more openly and in detail about the time you got stuck in a vision, he listened to you attentively, noticing that it was difficult for you to talk about it. But he seemed to appreciate your honesty and after that he spoke more freely around you, he was willing to share more of his feelings and thoughts about the things he saw in his visions and you tried your best to help him make sense of it.

    With your help he was able to get more control of what he saw and he didn’t get stuck again, which seemed to be one of his greatest fears.

    As Paul was finally opening up to you, you noticed that you liked spending time with him. You enjoyed his company, you enjoyed talking to him and sometimes you thought that he maybe was the closest thing to a friend you ever had. You had spent your whole life in the order, you had always been a Bene Gesserit, you had always been trained to serve a certain purpose.

    A few weeks later he was finally ready to let you help him with the Voice. His mother had also talked to you about it, how it was difficult for him to find the right tone and how much he struggled with it. That was how you ended up in his chambers, spending the last two hours with training, but you felt like something was blocking him.

    His mother had been right, he couldn’t find the right tone. You could tell he was nervous and you had tried everything to clear his mind, to make him feel relaxed, you had even meditated with him for half an hour, but it wasn’t working. Paul was getting frustrated, you could see it, but you weren’t willing to end this training session when he was feeling so discouraged.

    “It’s useless.”, he muttered, sinking down on the edge of his bed.

    “I didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily.” you teased.

    “I’m not giving up, I’m just tired.”

    Carefully you approached him, sitting down on the bed beside him.

    “I had troubles with the voice too.” you admitted. “It’s not an easy skill to learn.”

    “But you mastered it. And my mother did it too.”

    You nodded.

    “But it took me longer than everyone else. I think-” you paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.

    “I think the key to using the voice is really wanting it. You need to be willing to exert control over another human being. To make them do what you want. When you give an order it has to be something you want too.”

    You looked at him, but his gaze was fixated on the floor, his hands fidgeting and you noticed a slight frown on his face. So you were right. That was his problem.

    You reached out to touch his arm and his gaze flickered back to you.

    “I trust you Paul. We’re just practicing. You’re not gonna hurt anybody.”

    He sighed and stood up, starting to pace back and forth. You let him think about what you had said for a few moments before you spoke again.

    “Try it one more time. Just once. I promise we’re done for today then.”

    You tried to give him an encouraging smile and he took a deep breath, collecting himself.

    When he spoke again, your body moved without your control, your mind blank for a few seconds as you just reacted to his command.

    “Come here.”

    You hated the feeling. Even during your own training with the Bene Gesserit you had hated it. But you had meant what you had said, you trusted Paul. When you had control over your body again you blinked, now standing right in front of him, so close you could see the little freckles on his nose.

    “It worked.” he said almost breathless, surprise in his eyes, but there was a small smile on his lips.

    “I knew you could do it.” you replied gently, mirroring his smile.

    “I think you were right about… the wanting.”

    The last two words came out hoarse and he visibly swallowed, but his eyes never left yours. He looked at you like he never had done before, there was something in his gaze you couldn’t quite place, but it made your heart race and your pulse quicken. Suddenly you were overly aware of his presence, how close you truly were to him, chests almost touching, the heat radiating from his body.

    Quickly you took a step back and cleared your throat.

    “You did well. I see you tomorrow then.”


    After that day it became more difficult to be around Paul. Not because you felt uncomfortable around him, but  because being around him confused you. It made you feel things you weren’t supposed to feel.

    Suddenly being close to him during training was hard, staying concentrated around him was hard, your mind constantly wandering off. It made you nervous when he was too close to you and whenever he touched you, whether it was by choice or by accident, it made your heart race in your chest. One time you almost slipped on the wet stairs to the castle and Paul caught you before you could fall, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands had felt on your body for hours.

    You started noticing things about him that were irrelevant before, like how beautiful the color of his eyes was, the way he smiled or how good he looked when his hair was disheveled after a training lesson with Duncan.

    It also didn’t help that you felt like Paul was also behaving differently. You didn’t know if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you felt like he looked at you differently, that he was distracted by your presence too and that his hands sometimes lingered a second longer than necessary whenever he touched you.

    No amount of meditating could help to get him or those thoughts out of your head and you were getting frustrated with yourself. You were a Bene Gesserit. You had to get your feelings under control. And you were still sure you could do that. Until that one night.


    You couldn’t fully remember how you ended up here, in your chambers with Paul late at night, on your bed, way too close to each other. You remembered that he had been banging on your door, completely disturbed by the vision he had just had. Something about Duncan, about his death and it had been difficult to calm him down, to reassure him that Duncan would be fine, that you would figure out together what that potential danger in the future was, so you could keep him safe.

    You remembered that you had hugged him, offering him the comfort he needed in that moment. You remembered that you had sat down on the bed, both tired and when he lifted his head to look at you, you had noticed the way his gaze had flickered to your lips, lingering for a moment before he looked into your eyes again, the unspoken question hanging between you. That was where you were now, the room only dimly lit by the lamp on your nightstand, casting your shadows on the wall.

    You realized that your own gaze kept flickering to his lips as you fought the desire to just kiss him, but the want in his own eyes only made it more difficult. It was hard to breathe and the logical part of your brain was urging you to get out of this situation. But you couldn’t move.

    “We cannot do this.”, you whispered. “We both know my time here is limited and I’m not free to live as I please. If we go further it would only break your heart, it would haunt you.”

    “Haunt me, then.” he whispered.

    “Haunt me for the rest of my life. If that’s my fate, I’ll gladly accept it. I’d rather take this memory of us than nothing at all.”

    You were speechless. Never before had anyone made you feel like that, never before had anyone felt that way for you, wanted you that way. You were a Bene Gesserit, you weren’t meant to be affected by things like that.

    Paul lifted his hands to cup your face, his own so close to yours, you could feel his breath on your skin.

    “Tell me to leave and I will. I will never speak of it again, if that’s your wish.”

    Your mind was racing. Never before had you felt so conflicted. But as you looked into his eyes, you knew your heart had already made the decision. Those eyes you had come to love were looking down at you, waiting, full of admiration, full of love, only for you.

    “Stay.” you whispered. Part of you knew that this wasn’t the decision you were supposed to make, but you didn’t care, not when Paul's lips touched yours and you realized there was so much more to life than the purpose you had been serving all those years.

    Nothing else mattered suddenly, nothing but the way he kissed you, his body close to yours, his hands on your skin, the way he held you. In that moment you realized why love was such a dangerous thing. Why it could change people, why someone would be ready to give up anything else, why people died for it. You would have died for him in that moment too. That realization frightened you. It was terrifying and wonderful all at once, realizing that you loved Paul. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You loved him.

    As you accepted that you were finally able to kiss him back, to wrap your arms around him and pull him close. What started out as a soft kiss, slow and innocent, quickly became more heated, more desperate.

    He pushed you on your back, his lips never leaving yours as his hands roamed over your body. Your own hands were buried in his hair, in those locks that felt as soft as you had imagined.

    When the need to breathe became too overwhelming Paul pulled away, only slightly, his eyes roaming over your face. You liked seeing him like this, breathless, flustered, lips swollen, messy hair.

    “God, you have no idea how much I wanted this.”

    His voice sounded darker than you had ever heard it before and it sent shivers down your spine.

    “Guess you just couldn’t resist my charm, hm?” you joked, even though you felt you were the one who had fallen under his spell.

    He chuckled.

    “No I suppose I couldn’t. I was infatuated with you from the beginning.”

    “You hated me.” you laughed, but he shook his head, suddenly very serious.

    “I never hated you. I didn’t trust you, there’s a difference.”

    He paused for a moment and lifted his hand to stroke your cheek.

    “It was your voice that brought me back from my vision. I think… I think that was the moment I felt like there was a special connection between us. I think that was the moment when I knew it would be you, even if I didn’t want to admit it. When I looked into your eyes that night, I was already yours.”

    Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. You never knew that he had felt it too that night, that spark between you, even though this probably wasn’t the kind of connection the Reverend mother had in mind when she had mentioned it to you.

    But that didn’t matter now. You pulled him back down, your lips crashing into his and he eagerly reciprocated. He didn’t leave your bed that night and it was only the first of many nights you would spent together.


    Weeks had passed since your first night with Paul. It felt like you had lived another life since then, a life you never knew before. You had spent almost every minute with Paul, it was like you couldn’t breathe without him, you missed him whenever he had to leave and all your duties as a Bene Gesserit were long forgotten. You knew this had to end at some point, that you would have to wake up from this beautiful daydream. Maybe that point was now. You had to stop yourself from pacing around like a nervous animal as you waited for Paul in your chambers.

    When he finally opened your door the smile on his face immediately faltered at your expression. You had tried your best to look neutral, but Paul had gotten better at reading you, at figuring out what you were thinking and now he knew exactly that something was wrong.

    “Are you alright, love?”

    He sat down next to you on the bed, taking your hands in his, a concerned frown on his face.

    “I’m pregnant.”

    You said it without warning, the words just slipping out, like you had held them in for too long, even though it had only been a few hours. It was strange, knowing there was a life growing inside you, that you were responsible for protecting that little human being. You had known the moment you found out that you wanted this child, that you would keep it safe. But the truth was you were scared how Paul would react. It was a kind of fear you had never felt before. What if he didn’t want it?

    “You’re pregnant?”, he repeated, clearly not having expected that, shock and surprise mixed on his face.

    You nodded.

    “I’m going to be a father?” He still sounded surprised, but this time it felt like he was talking more to himself than to you. You answered nonetheless.


    You watched the emotions on his face change, the surprise turning into pure happiness. He smiled at you, his eyes brighter than you had ever seen them as he cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

    “That’s wonderful.” he whispered, but his expression faltered as he looked at you, not showing the same enthusiasm as he did.

    “What do you think about it?” he asked softly and only then you realized that your reaction must have confused him.

    “I was scared that maybe you didn’t want it.” you admitted. “But I want to be a mother.”

    Now that you knew he wanted it too you felt relief washing over you and you were finally able to really breathe again. You were still scared, still worried about what it would mean for you as a Bene Gesserit. Could you even be a good mother?

    Paul could see the thoughts in your head racing and reached for your hands again, squeezing them reassuringly.

    “I want this child with you. If that’s what you want too. I don’t care what anyone else says. I love you.”

    It wasn’t the first time he said those three words to you, but it had never made you happier than now. You couldn’t believe that this wonderful man had chosen you, had chosen to love you and now he was choosing to have a child with you.

    “I love you too.”

    “You know-” he started, “-sometimes I think it was fate. That the Revered mother chose you to stay here. When I think about that first time I felt this connection between us, it feels like we were destined to be together.”

    “Maybe we are.”, you replied, smiling softly. “Even though I am grateful that the Reverend mother ordered me to stay here, I fear she might be our greatest opponent now.”

    How would she react to your pregnancy? You had helped Paul with his abilities, but this hadn’t exactly been part of the plan.

    “We will face her together.” Paul said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I will do everything to protect you and our child.”


    A few weeks later the day had come, the Reverend mother was here. You had known for a while, of course she would come to check on your progress with Paul, but you had dreaded the day anyway. For now your pregnancy wasn’t visible, but soon you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. And you knew better than to keep secrets from the old woman.

    “I have to go. I shouldn’t let her wait.” you said and Paul nodded. He hadn’t left your side the whole day, trying to take away some of your nervousness, but he was as concerned as you were.

    He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, holding you like he was afraid this could be the last time he saw you. You were scared too. But you were also determined to not let the Reverend mother decide your fate.

    “Make sure you come back to me. Promise it.” he whispered into your hair.

    “I promise I won’t let her take me or the child away from you.”

    You knew that this was his biggest concern. That she could decide to force you to leave Caladan, to leave him and that he would never see you or his child again. But you wouldn’t let that happen.

    “I’ll be right outside.”

    You nodded as he squeezed your hands reassuringly and took a deep breath to collect yourself.

    You opened the door and stepped inside, feeling like you had just opened the gates to hell. The Reverend mother was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, still and intimidating as she had always been.

    “Now, is there anything new you can report?”

    One look in her face told you that she already knew. Of course she did. But she wanted you to say it out loud, to admit it.

    “I’m pregnant.”

    In a strange way it felt relieving to say it. You had chosen your path. You had chosen Paul. You weren’t ashamed of that. And whatever the Reverend mother had to say about this now didn’t matter. You would go back to Paul. Whatever it would cost. Maybe it was fate after all.

    #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides imagine #dune fanfiction#dune imagine
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  • jackandthesoulmates
    19.01.2022 - 2 days ago

    Leto Atreides Custom Bingo Masterlist

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