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i love you - p.atreides
pairings - paul atreides x y/n (fem)
warnings - none! super soft - clingy paul :) - modern au
word count - 1k probably lmao
(NOT PROOF READ CUZ IM LAZY)
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN.
<3
You sat on your and Paul’s shared bed, staring off into the distance as you contemplated your options. On one side you could obey his wishes of you staying in your room while Paul trains even though it’s 11pm.
OR
You leave.
As simple as that and before you knew it your legs were walking to the door and your hand turning the knob. You peaked your head around the corner, not bothering to look behind you since you knew your and Paul’s room was all the way at the end of the hall. You looked back at you room before waving your hand, the room’s light flicking off.
As you roamed the halls you couldn’t help but stare out the windows, the moonlight was gorgeous as it danced on the treetops and distant lake. It was like a picture frame, perfectly still despite the cold, faint breeze you felt on your face as your night gown swayed slightly.
You admired the view for a little more before you gently opened the door to the garden, your garden.
You walked along the pond, careful to not get your dress wet as you admired the garden. Off in the distance you could see your favourite reading spot, the middle gazebo of three. The white gazebo contrasted beautifully beside the red, orange and yellow roses which grew around it. Vines adorned the roof, giving a rustic, over-run look which you loved of course.
The whirring sound of the pond put you at ease, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The gazebo wasn’t just a gazebo, it was a safe place, for you, it was bigger than it seemed. It had a little kitchen space and a bed at the back, it was like a little home - inside the gazebo was adorned with fairy lights, a wall - shelved to the brim with books, pillows and a comfy throw on the window seat. A vinyl collection and a record player with a little tech to the side.
You walked to your gazebo, gently pushing open the half wood-glass hybrid door, the top being made up of glass majorly while the bottom being opposite. You opened the cupboard, grabbing some chamomile tea bags before boiling some water and placing your tea bags in.
You walked in, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over as you grabbed the book you were currently reading, “Pluto Projector’ By Rex County.
As you took your usual spot on your window seat which overlooked the river which connected to the pond, you felt happy. The gushing sounds of the river, soft moonlight illuminating the pages of your book, the few fireflies making their way past. But while you were enveloped in your surroundings you didn’t notice the sound of damp footsteps against the cobblestone path to the gazebo.
The whistle of your kettle pulled you out of your book you were so deeply immersed in. Your attention was drawn to a soft voice, “Y/n?” Paul spoke, “Can you open the door my love?” His voice was sleepy, worn out. You got up swiftly, unlocking the door for your husband. He smiled although his face was covered with curls adorning his face.
“What’re you doing up?” You asked him as you guided Paul to your window seat. “I was training and then I went to bed but I noticed that you weren’t there. I thought you might be out here and I felt like being with you. Is that wrong my sweet Y/n?” Paul smiled sweetly, “No, no of course not. I was just reading if you wish to join me my love.” You proposed as he lazily smiled.
Paul quickly accepted as you poured your tea into two cups, placing them on the window sill. Paul sat down, stretching his legs in front of himself, patting the space between his legs which you placed yourself in between. Grabbing your book, you began reading in a hushed tone as your voice soothed Paul greatly.
You were right where you wanted to be, with the man you loved more than anything.
He laid with your head on his chest, he felt at peace as he stroked your hair and kissed your head as the two of you relished in each-others company.
You both said the same thing,
“I love you.”
Hello! Could I make a request abt platonic Paul Atreides and best friend (gn/m) reader where reader is feeling down/touchstarved and wants a comforting hug, but is too shy/stoic to ask, but Paul knows that when reader's feeling stressed/tired or just genuinely they'd appreciate a hug atm and is like "oooooh, you want a Paul huggie don't 'ya" (later hugs them ofc)? This could be like a one time thing (imagine) or hcs abt it happening multiple times. Howewer you want! Sorry if it sounds weird! Just feel like sometimes I'd appreciate some encouraging from Paul haha. And thank you in advance!
No problem!
Also loving the increase in requests <3
uhm i've never written headcannons so yeah :P
Hug Me, Please? (platonic paul atreides)
(headcannons)
- you never really felt enough courage to ask the question if you were being honest.
- but at the same time the feeling was building up inside and it didn't seem like the feeling was going away anytime soon, yay!
- you couldn't really remember the last time he or anyone had hugged you - even when you really needed one.
- the first time you realized you were touch-starved was when you came back from a trip with duncan.
- "you're back! for a second y/n i thought you'd finally left." paul joked as he barrelled towards you, arms wide open.
- " ah, you know i could never leave my best-friend. " you gushed as you gladly accepted his offer, all of a sudden the tension from the trip melted. you felt easy, at peace. when paul started to pull away you tightened your arms around his waist
- " guess you just really needed a paul huggie huh? " he kidded as you smiled at the old nickname, " mhm. " you mumbled into his shoulder.
- the next time you were down and or stressed he made sure to help you.
- it was a busy monday, you hadn't gotten much sleep since you had to train with paul the night prior.
- " keep your arms up, wouldn't want that pretty face getting bashed in or worse, broken do we? " paul laughed as you and paul circled one another.
- " no, we or you would hate that wouldn't you paul? " you joked, " remember, defense is always the strongest- "
- " offense, yes i remember the million times you've said that, where does that even come from? " paul questioned you as he closed in
- " old american saying from the 2000's, i think. " you spoke as you saw an opportunity, you swung your foot underneath paul's legs as he dropped to the floor before grabbing his arms and holding them behind his back. " y'know you could've just said you liked me y/n. " paul grinned as his device glowed red, showing signs of a breach.
- " hah, you wish. know go to bed. "
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- your muscles ached as your eyelids closed regularly, but you couldn't sleep. you had multiple mission reports to enter into the database.
- paul entered your room, the two of you were like brother and sister, you never really had boundaries. " hey y/n, you missed breakfast. " paul told you as he took into account the state of your room as well as you. multiple coffee mugs to your right and candy for a rush of energy.
- " yeah sorry. i'm just busy and done! what's up? " you said as your swivelled in your chair to face him, you had slight bags under your eyes and a messy ponytail, your lips were slightly cracked.
- he sighed, " you've been up since last night's training haven't you? " paul interrogated you as you looked up at the ceiling, " maybe. i had work to do. "
- paul's head hung low as he walked towards you then behind your chair as he slung his arms over your shoulders before kissing your head. " take a break, your always working. plus you have three assistants who's jobs are to do exactly this y/n/n. "
- " i know but- " you stood up to continue before being hugged, your shoulders, which you didn't even know were tensed, relaxed.
" thank you. "
" it's nothing, i love you, i hate to see you overwork yourself.”
from those few moments he made mental notes, hugs were the way to you.
( sorry if it's terrible idk how to write headcannons lmao <3 )
If you’re inspired could you do a fic about Paul Atreides and Y/N’s first night as enemies to lovers? Like they hate each other but they’re in an arranged marriage? Maybe Y/N is scared of the pain she’ll experience during sex? Would love fluff at the end…
Thanks!
From Enemies to Lovers
masterlist ! pairing: Paul Atreides x reader
Dune Masterlist
In the grand halls of the Atreides palace on Arrakis, a tense atmosphere hung in the air as Paul Atreides, the young heir to House Atreides, stood before his bride-to-be, Y/N. The marriage between their families had been arranged as a political alliance, a union meant to strengthen their houses in the turbulent times ahead. But for Paul and Y/N, the prospect of marriage was fraught with tension and resentment.
As they stood face to face, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills, Paul could sense the fear and apprehension emanating from Y/N. He knew that she harbored doubts and insecurities about their impending union, just as he did. But duty and honor compelled them to carry on with the charade, to fulfill the obligations thrust upon them by their families.
"Y/N," Paul began, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation, "I understand that this marriage is not of our choosing. But we must make the best of it, for the sake of our houses."
Y/N's eyes flashed with defiance, her resolve unyielding. "I will do my duty, Paul, but do not expect me to pretend that I am happy about this arrangement."
And so, on their wedding night, as they found themselves alone in the opulent chambers of the Atreides palace, the tension between Paul and Y/N was palpable. Neither knew what to expect, their hearts heavy with the weight of obligation and uncertainty.
As they stood on opposite sides of the room, their silence filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, Y/N's fear threatened to overwhelm her. She had heard stories of the pain and discomfort that awaited her on her wedding night, and the thought sent shivers down her spine.
Sensing her apprehension, Paul approached her slowly, his movements cautious yet determined. "Y/N," he said softly, "I understand if you are afraid. But I promise to be gentle with you. We are in this together, whether we like it or not."
Y/N met his gaze, her eyes searching his for any sign of deceit or malice. But all she found was sincerity and understanding, a rare glimmer of compassion in the midst of their tumultuous circumstances.
With a shaky breath, Y/N nodded, her walls beginning to crumble under Paul's reassuring presence. "Thank you, Paul," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I will try to trust you."
And so, as they lay together on the bed, their bodies trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, Paul and Y/N embarked on a journey that would forever alter the course of their lives. With each tentative touch and whispered caress, the barriers between them began to fade, replaced by a newfound connection forged in the fires of adversity.
As their bodies moved together in a dance of longing and desire, Paul and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, their fears and doubts melting away in the heat of passion. In that moment, they were no longer enemies bound by duty, but two souls united by love—a love that had blossomed from the ashes of conflict and resentment.
And as the first light of dawn filtered through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, Paul and Y/N lay entwined in each other's embrace, their hearts overflowing with a newfound sense of peace and belonging. For in each other, they had found not only love, but also the courage to defy the expectations of their world and forge their own destiny together.