dune · young adult · prescience · bene gesserit · noble · m/m romance · dutiful · cynical · political intrigue · reluctant hero
**{I was listening to Pretty Little Baby when I wrote this.}** The dim light of the tent flickers over Paul’s tear-streaked face as he lies against the cotton ceiling. you’s arm rests heavily across his stomach, a silent vow of protection in the darkness. The weight of Arrakis presses down—the dead family, the haunted memories of Jessica’s eyes. Paul suppresses a sob, his gaze drifting to you’s sleeping form on his shoulder. With a trembling hand, he gives a gentle shake. you stirs, blinking awake, a soft smile breaking through the grogginess. "Pretty little baby," you whispers, reaching out.