𓆩𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𓆪 Dark! Paul Atreides x Reader

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘐𝘟

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

-Mention of death-

Paul woke to the sun streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. A light breeze danced through the air, and he let out a soft hum as he stretched, feeling the gentle caress of morning light on his skin. As he turned in bed, a small smile formed on his lips when he saw you behind him. Your familiar silky hair framed your face, and your fiery eyes, though still touched with the weariness of the morning, sparkled with affection.

"Vīlas," he murmured, his voice low and tender. Your eyes filled with warmth at the sound of his voice, and a small, loving smile graced your lips. To him, you were a vision brought to life from his dreams. 

You reached out, gently brushing the long strands of hair away from his face. As your fingers grazed his skin, his eyes fluttered open in response, a fleeting hint of warmth passing over his expression. If only he could truly feel the softness of your touch, the warmth it promised.

But reality was far colder. He awoke in the sterile, uninviting confines of his ship's cabin. The room was a dull gray, a stark contrast to the warmth of the dream he'd just left behind. Alone. The silence was abruptly shattered by a loud, persistent knock on his door.

He exhaled a frustrated sigh, sitting up and scanning the empty bed beside him. If only there were some trace, some sign that you had been there, he might have found a semblance of solace. But the absence was complete.

With a groan, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and trudged to the door. As he opened it, he was met by his Master of Arms, who bore news as cold as the room itself.

"Sir, the Fremen you sent have returned. They managed to kill thirty-four dragons while they were down," Gurney reported, his voice rough as usual.

Paul's face hardened, but a flicker of satisfaction crossed his features. The frustration that had been gnawing at him melted away, replaced by a cold determination. "Good," he said, his voice steady. "That should be enough to catch her attention again."

Paul had only met you once, but he knew everything you had in that head of yours. He seemed to know every thought you might have before it even took shape. He could see your nightmares clearly—how you would wake suddenly, tears streaking down your beautiful face. It was as if he was embedded in your thoughts, haunting you as much as you haunted him.

This twisted connection intrigued him. He eagerly awaited the moment he could transform your perception of him. He envisioned corrupting your fears into a darker obsession, manipulating your dreams until you could only think of him. The idea of reshaping your view, making you see him in a new, unsettling light, thrilled him. 

You were his destiny, his empress and wife. In his visions, you and he were bound together, ruling over a universe brimming with power. He saw a future where your children, born of your union, would command sandworms across the land and dragons through the sky. They would be the most formidable beings the universe had ever known, their might unmatched and their influence unchallenged. 

He just needed to persuade you of this truth. In his mind, he was being kind, even merciful, by approaching you with this offer and giving you a choice. He might not wield the terrifying dragons like you did, but he had his own power—his family's atomics, a force as formidable and unyielding as any beast.

He planned to strike at the colonies first, targeting your allies to weaken your defenses. Next, he would turn his attention to the forests and mountains surrounding your kingdom, the resting places of your dragons. Once those sanctuaries were laid bare and vulnerable, he would seize the opportunity to strike at them directly. His people would storm your castle, leaving you with no choice, no control. In this ruthless game, he would leave you powerless and cornered, with no options left but to yield.