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Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter for Dune Part 1. But don't worry, I'm thinking about what to write for Part 2 chapters right now. But because there will be a lot more to cover in Dune Part 2, the updates for the story will be slower than Part 1's updates. Like, I'll post the Female and the Male, but the next chapter that continues the story will take longer. But the formula will still be the same. Female chapter first, then, the next day, the Male verison.

Side Note: Timothée in these GIFs! Ahh!! Kill me now, he's so attractive! I also just want to hug him.

Hope you enjoy the final chapter of Dune Part 1! ♥️

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Chapter 12: The Fremen

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Paul ran up to (Your Name) when the worm left, almost knocking him over as he wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

(Your Name) hugged back just as tight, breathing heavily as his hand moved up to cradle the back of Paul's neck. “I'm okay, babe, don't worry.” He muttered softly.

Paul sighed shakily, moving to his head to press his forehead to (Your Name)'s. “I was so worried about you…” He whispered, his voice shaky.

“Shh…. it's alright, baby. I'm alright.” He moved one of Paul's hands from his waist and placed it over his chest, where his heart is. “I'm right here.” He whispered.

Paul felt his best friend's heartbeat, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. (Your Name)'s heartbeat grounded him; he wouldn't know what to do if it stopped beating.

He nuzzled his nose against his gently before he pulled away from the embrace and took (Your Name)'s hand in his and started to walk off into the rocky mountain.

(Your Name) saw Jessica's worried look and gave the older woman's hand a gentle squeeze. Jessica squeezed the boy's hand back.

“How big are they? That was insane.” Jessica said, panting while leaning down on the rock.

“Someone called him,” (Your Name) informed, looking around, feeling eyes on him. He clenched his hand. “We're not alone.” He sighed to Paul and Jessica.

A Fremen male appeared behind Paul, making (Your Name) push him behind him. He got into a fighting stance, ready to summon the Keyblade if needed; as more Fremen appeared from the rocks.

“Do not run. You will only waste your body's water.” A familiar voice spoke.

(Your Name) turned his attention to the man that spoke. He was laying on a rock. He recognized him.

“Stilgar. I remember you came to Paul's father's council.”

The man, Stilgar, hummed, pulling down his cloth that covered his mouth. “This is (Your Name). The Haris Aldaw’.”

The boy tilted his head to the side as he listened to the Fremen mutter amongst themselves.

“These are the two boys I told you about. We can't touch them.” Stilgar replied to his fellow Fremen.

“Is he the Haris Aldaw’? Is he Lisan al-Gaib?”

“They haven't proven themselves “

“They're weaklings.” The same angry voice pull out a weapon.

(Your Name) was very close to summoning the Keyblade.

“Jamis…” Stilgar stopped the male. “There was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. Both boys do not speak or act like a weakling.”

“My thumper saved their lives. Go back to reason, Stilgar. He's not the Haris Aldaw’ and the other boy's not The One.” Jamis snapped back.

(Your Name) was about to prove the male wrong, but Jessica spoke up before he could act. “We have powerful friends. One for them being right here,” She gestured to (Your Name) who was standing in front of Paul, protecting him, “You help us off world, to Caladan, you will be well rewarded.”

“What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh.” Stilgar spoke back, the Fremen now standing up from their crouched positions.

(Your Name) growled lowly, still in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed.

Stilgar observed the trio, “The boys are young. They can learn our ways. They may have sanctuary. But the woman isn't trained and too old to learn.” He made his way down his spot on the rocks, jumping in front of the trio.

The blue-eyed boy stepped in front of Stilgar. “You don't want to do this, Stilgar.” He warned in a low, threatening tone, staring at the older man.

Stilgar paused when he looked into the boy's eyes. ‘Sapphire blue…. the color of cobalt. They're his eyes.’ He thought to himself.

Paul and Jessica started fighting other Fremen who tried to attack them, while Stilgar lunged at (Your Name). The boy summoned the Keyblade and blocked his knife with it. Stilgar stilled at the sight of the key shaped blade, giving the chance for (Your Name) to push Stilgar away from him.

He got into a fighting stance. Stilgar lunged at him again, but (Your Name) dodged rolled out of the way, and the two started to fight.

Their blades clanged as they collided with each other. At one point, Stilgar managed to disarm (Your Name), the Keyblade flinging out of his hand. Stilgar pointed his blade at the boy's throat.

Everyone else stopped fighting to see this happen. The mother and son were worried when (Your Name) was disarmed.

But (Your Name) smirked and raised his hand to the side of him. The Keybalde disappeared and reappeared in his hand.

The move took Stilgar off guard, and (Your Name) knocked Stilgar's crysknife out of his hand. He tried to back away, but (Your Name) shot off a Blizzard spell at the older man, freezing his legs in place. The attack stunned him, and (Your Name) pointed his Keyblade at him threateningly.

“I did warn you.” He growled.

Paul felt a shiver run down his spine at (Your Name)’s tone. His cheeks felt warmer, and his eyes became hazy as he panted softly, loving the sight of his boy being threatening.

Stilgar was in awe at this boy's power. “So it's true, you are the Haris Aldaw ‘,” Stilgar muttered, then added louder, “Why didn't you just show us your blade?” His question came out shaky, showing his nervousness.

“You didn't exactly ask nicely.” (Your Name) spoke, walking closer to the older man.

“Peace, boy, peace. I judged too hastily.”

The boy sighed softly, using his Fire magic to unfreeze Stilgar.

“The sun is rising. We must reach Sietch Tabr.” Stilgar informed the Fremen in their language, “The fate of the strangers will be decided there. Until then, they are under my protection. I give you my word.” He opened up his stillsuit a little, cutting his skin to show his promise and the other Fremen followed alongside.

Paul walked up to (Your Name), who now made his Keyblade disappear. He looked at Paul, seeing he brought another girl with him, making him curious as to who she was. The male came over and gave his friend a tight hug, which he returned. They parted when they heard Stilgar speak,

“Chani, take charge of the newcomers. See that they are safe on the journey. Let's go “

“I will not have them.” A voice spoke out.

“Jamis, I have spoken. Be still.” Stilgar said, and (Your Name) narrowed his eyes on Jamis, standing close to Paul.

“You talk like a leader but the strongest leads. He bested you. I invoke the Amtal.”

(Your Name) summoned his Keyblade again, ready to fight him but Paul grabbed his arm gently, stopping him. Jessica walked forward as well but was stopped by Stilgar's voice.

“You may not challenge a sayyadina, nor the Haris Aldaw’.”

“Then who will fight in his name?”

Stilgar turned back around to his friend, “Jamis, don't do this. Don't. The night is fading.”

“Then the sun will witness this death. Where is his champion?” Jamis asked the group in a growl.

Paul gave (Your Name) a kiss on his temple and stepped forward to accept the challenge

“No… Paul don't…” He whispered, going up to following him, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Chani, who shook her head gently.

“I accept his champion.” Jamis nodded his head.

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Everyone was getting ready for the fight.

(Your Name) walked over to Paul, who was getting ready to fight Jamis.

He saw Paul staring ahead, and he guessed that he was seeing another vision. (Your Name) placed a hand on the side of his face.

Paul snapped out of his trance and looked at (Your Name) when he felt his gentle touch and turned to look at him. “You don't have to do this, Paul. I could do it.”

The curly haired boy frowned and shook his head. “Absolutely not. You're not doing it (Your Name).”

��But-” (Your Name) started to protest but was interrupted by Paul.

“You're too important,” He let out a shaky breath, “You're too important to me.” Paul placed his hands on the boy's cheeks, cupping his face.

“I would rip apart all the universes just to get you back (Your Name). That's how important you are to me.” He looked into his sapphire blue eyes.

(Your Name) felt his eyes get watery at Paul's confession. “Paul… I feel the exact same way about you too,” He cupped the sides of his face, “But please…. be careful. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt or got killed.” He whispered, sniffling.

Paul moved closer to (Your Name), their bodies gently pressed against each other's. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pressing the side of his face against hers. (Your Name) returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Paul's neck. They stay like this for a few moments before pulling away a little.

The childhood friends pressed their foreheads against each other's. They were so close that they could feel their breaths against their lips. If one of them moved their lips, they would end up kissing.

(Your Name) could feel his heart beating fast as he looked into Paul's hazel green eyes. His heart started beating even faster when Paul leaned in, parting his lips and gently crashing his lips against his own. He gasped softly against his lips but kissed back. The warmth of his mouth sent a tingling sensation all throughout his body, making him tremble as Paul wrapped his arms around him. Paul pulled him even closer, leaving no space between them. (Your Name)’s eyes fluttered shut as did Paul's.

Their lips were in fast but soft sync against each other. (Your Name) slid his hands to Paul's curly brown hair, feeling the locks in between his fingers, gently tugging on them on instinct, making Paul moan softly against his lips. Paul caught the boy's bottom lip in between his lips slightly.

The action made (Your Name) weak in the knees, but he almost keeled over when he felt Paul's tongue drag across his bottom lip, silently asking for entry. He opened his mouth, silently giving him access, and he let out a muffled moan when he felt Paul's tongue slide into his mouth, caressing his tongue with his. Butterflies danced throughout his belly as they two made out, their tongues caressing each other's, as they held onto each other for dear life.

(Your Name) could feel his body heat up the more they continued. He had never felt like this before, and he loved every second of it.

The two turned their heads in opposite directions as they deepened the kiss even further. When Paul's tongue circled around (Your Name)’s slowly, he almost bent down, feeling his knees weaken more. Paul held him up, not letting the kiss break.

Paul moved his left hand to (Your Name)'s face, caressing his cheek with his thumb. The coldness of the ring on his finger felt cold against (Your Name)’s warm cheek, but he paid it no mind, as he carded his fingers through Paul's soft curly locks.

The two moved their lips in perfect, passionate sync, their bodies pressed against each other's, worried that not feeling each other would drive them crazy.

After a few more minutes of passionately kissing, Paul slowly removed his lips from (Your Name)’s, making a soft smacking sound. He breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to (Your Name)'s. He opened his eyes slowly as his hazel green hues stared into (Your Name)’s sapphire blue one's, seeing them sparkle with love.

“I love you…” Paul exhaled, trying to control himself after the passionate moment. His voice came out raspy and deep, making (Your Name) blush and tremble against him.

“I love you too… more than everything.” (Your Name) breathed out, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He moved his hands out of Paul's hair and cupped his jawline. “Be careful when you fight that man.” He whispered to him.

Paul nuzzled his nose against (Your Name)’s, comforting him. “I promise.” He nipped the boy's bottom lip gently, “For you, my love, I promise…”

The blue-eyed boy sniffled softly, “I love you so much.” He whimpered faintly. He spoke so softly that it probably couldn't even be heard.

But Paul heard him. “I love you too.” He cooed, leaning forward and capturing his lips into another kiss. This kiss was soft and tender.

The lovers broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.

Their tender moment ended when they heard someone walking towards them. They turned and saw it was Chani.

“I don't believe you are the Lisan al-Gaib,” She said to Paul before turning her head to (Your Name), “I believe you are the Haris Aldaw’ though.” She gave the boy a small smile, but it faded quickly.

(Your Name) smiled softly at the girl, pressing himself closer to Paul's body.

Chani turned her attention back to Paul, “But I want you to die with honor,” She reached and gave him a blade, “This crysknife was given to me by my great aunt. It's made from a tooth of Shai-Hulud, the great sandworm. It would be a great honor if you die holding it.”

Paul took the blade with his gloved hand, observing it as (Your Name) looked at Chani like she was crazy for how she thought Paul was going to die, furrowing his brows together.

“Where is the outsider?!” Jamis yelled, walking back and forth around the fighting area.

The trio's eyes went to him, and then the lovers turned to Chani when she spoke, smiling tightly, “Jamis is a good fighter. He won't let you suffer.”

Chani was about to walk away, but (Your Name) stopped her when he spoke, “It was nice meeting you, Chani.” He spoke, a kind smile on his face.

Chani nodded her head to the boy, lips lifting up into a small, playful smirk, “You too, (Your Name).”

Paul grabbed his boyfriend's hand and walked over to the fighting area where Jamis was squatting, waiting for Paul.

Paul turned to (Your Name) seeing his scared expression. He reached his hand out and cupped the side of his face, “I will be alright, love.”

(Your Name) lent into the touch, rubbing his cheek against Paul's gloved hand, “I know you will be.” He whispered, a soft smile on his face.

Paul returned the small smile and leaned forward and kissed the boy, their lips moving in perfect sync. Paul kissed him harder and deeper, making the boy whimper against his lips, gripping at his waist.

He pulled back from (Your Name)’s lips, both of them panting. Paul captured (Your Name)'s bottom lip between his teeth gently, playing with it a bit before letting it go. He nudged his nose against his before walking over to where Jamis waited.

(Your Name) walked over to Jessica. The older woman wrapped her arms around the boy, comforting him while he watched the love of his life fight.

“May thy knife chip and shatter.” Jamis spat, standing up from his kneeling position.

Paul just started, a serious expression on his face before he saluted using his blade.

They started fighting and Paul was deflecting hits well, getting hits on Jamis as well who returned the hits. Thought, at one point, Paul got close and aimed the at Jamis’ throat,

“Do you yield?!”

Paul's aggressive yell made the Fremen speak amongst themselves. (Your Name) held onto Jessica tighter, inhaling and exhaling softly in worry.

“The boy does not know our rules. There is no yielding under the Amtal rules. Only death is the test of that.”

Stilgar's words made (Your Name)’s eyes widened in fear as he turned his attention back onto the fight, worry gnawing away at him.

Jamis moved out of Paul's grip, and they started fighting again. Paul kept landing hits and dodging attacks, not aiming to kill. This made Jamis impatient and angrier.

“Is he toying with him?” Stilgar asked Jessica and (Your Name).

“No.” (Your Name) replied softly, “Paul has never killed a man.”

Jamis had shoved Paul onto the ground hard, yelling; provoking Paul.

Paul stood up, his curly hair covering his face slightly, staring at Jamis with a determined look.

(Your Name) was now more worried about the other male than his boyfriend.

Then, Paul attacked. He ran forward past Jamis, dodging an attack, and stabbed Jamis in the side, ending the fight. He had become the man he was supposed to be, even if he didn't want to.

(Your Name) let out a shaky exhale as Jamis’ body fell to the ground. All the Fremen stood up, moving down to take their defeated friend.

Paul walked away slowly. The Fremen patted his shoulders on the way as he made his way over to where his boyfriend was, his head down.

(Your Name) left Jessica's arms as he jogged over to Paul. They met on the side of the fighting area. They made eye contact and (Your Name) saw; just by looking into Paul's eyes, that the old Paul was gone.

Paul's face held so much sorrow and dread. It made (Your Name)’s heart clench. He saw tears well up in his eyes, and he didn't even hesitate to hug him tightly.

The curly haired boy hugged back just as tightly, wrapping his arms around (Your Name)'s waist.

(Your Name) pulled away to look at Paul's face. He wiped the blood under Paul's nose with his thumb. Paul's lips quivered terribly at his gentle touch.

The blue-eyed boy cupped Paul's face in his hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It's okay,” He cooed, “You're okay.”

Paul just stared at his boy, looking into his soft sapphire blue eyes, watching him lean closer to him. He gently placed his lips against his. Their lips immediately started moving eagerly yet softly against each other's.

(Your Name) could feel Paul's lips trembling against his, so he slowed the kiss down. Paul rubbed his thumbs against the sides of the boy's stomach, making him breathe out a soft whistle from his nose, sounding like a breathy giggle.

The reaction was all Paul needed to feel better as they pulled away from the kiss, but not entirely; their lips were now just caressing each other's.

“You did what you had to Paul…” He whispered, brushing his nose against his.

Paul closed his eyes, letting out a faint whimper and pressing his forehead against (Your Name)’s. “I love you so much…” He breathed out, his voice shaky.

“I love you too..” He whispered back, nuzzling his nose against Paul's again, which he graciously returned.

“You're one of us now. A life for a life.” Stilgar's voice broke the couple apart, “Come with us to Sietch Tabr.” He looked between the couple, not even bothered.

“No,” Jessica interjected, “They need to get off world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships.”

“No,” Paul stopped his mother, “The Emperor sent us to this place. And my father came… not for Alice, not for the riches, but for the strength of your people.” Paul glanced down to the love of his life, seeing him smile at him, nodding his head; “Our road leads into the desert. I can see it. If you'll have us, we will come.”

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The Fremen led (Your Name), Paul and Jessica, into the desert as they walked on the sand. The sun was now high, and the sky was a soft blue.

(Your Name) stopped, admiring the scenery. He looked closer and saw someone, more like a Fremen, riding a worm through the sand.

“Desert power.” He whispered in awe, smiling widely at the sight. He thought about out if she could do something like that or something greater.

Chani heard him turning around to smile at (Your Name), “This is only the beginning.”

The blue-eyed boy smiled to himself, watching Chani walk off. Then, he felt a hand on his jawline. He turned and saw Paul.

With his attention on him now, Paul kissed him passionately. The boy hummed against Paul's lips, placing his hands on the sides of Paul's neck.

The couple pull away, both for them smiling softly before they rub their noses against each other's.

They looked into each other's eyes as the sun shined down brightly on them.

Their journey was only beginning.

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animesmolbean · 5 days

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Side Note: Timothée in these GIFs! Ahh!! Kill me now, he's so attractive! I also just want to hug him.

Hope you enjoy the last chapter of Dune Part 1! ♥️

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Chapter 12: The Fremen

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Paul ran up to (Your Name) when the worm left, almost knocking her over as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

She hugged back just as tight, breathing heavily as her hand moved up to cradle the back of his neck. “I'm okay, babe, don't worry.” She muttered softly.

He sighed shakily, moving to his head to press his forehead to hers. “I was so worried about you…” He whispered, his voice shaky.

“Shh…. it's alright, baby. I'm alright.” She moved one of Paul's hands from her waist and placed it over her chest, where her heart is. “I'm right here.” She whispered.

Paul felt his best friend's heartbeat and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. Her heartbeat grounded him; he wouldn't know what to do if it stopped beating.

He nuzzled his nose against hers gently before pulling away from the embrace and taking her hand in his and started to walk off into the rocky mountain.

(Your Name) saw Jessica's worried look and gave the older woman's hand a gentle squeeze. Jessica squeezed the girl's hand back.

“How big are they? That was insane.” Jessica said, panting while leaning down on the rock.

“Someone called him,” the younger girl informed, looking around, feeling eyes on hers. She clenched her hand. “We're not alone.” She sighed to Paul and Jessica.

A Fremen male appeared behind Paul, making (Your Name) push him behind her. She got into a fighting stance, ready to summon the Keyblade if needed; as more Fremen appeared from the rocks.

“Do not run. You will only waste your body's water.” A familiar voice spoke.

(Your Name) turned her attention to the man that spoke. He was laying on a rock. She recognized him.

“Stilgar. I remember you came to Paul's father's council.”

The man, Stilgar, hummed, pulling down his cloth that covered his mouth. “This is (Your Name). The Haris Aldaw’.”

The girl tilted her head to the side as she listened to the Fremn mutter amongst themselves.

“This is the girl and boy I told you about. We can't touch them.” Stilgar replied to his fellow Fremen.

“Is she the Haris Aldaw’? Is he Lisan al-Gaib?”

“They haven't proven themselves “

“They're weaklings.” The same angry voice pull out a weapon.

(Your Name) was very close to summoning the Keyblade.

“Jamis…” Stilgar stopped the male. “There was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. She nor he does not speak or act like a weakling.”

“My thumper saved their lives. Go back to reason, Stilgar. She's not the Haris Aldaw’ and he's not The One.” Jamis snapped back.

(Your Name) was about to prove the male wrong, but Jessica spoke up before she could act. “We have powerful friends. One for them being right here,” She gestured to (Your Name) who was standing in front of Paul, protecting him, “You help us off world, to Caladan, you will be well rewarded.”

“What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh.” Stilgar spoke back, the Fremen now standing up from their crouched positions.

(Your Name) growled lowly, still in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed.

Stilgar observed the trio, “The girl and boy are young. They can learn our ways. They may have sanctuary. But the woman isn't trained and too old to learn.” He made his way down his spot on the rocks, jumping in front of the trio.

The blue-eyed girl stepped in front of Stilgar. “You don't want to do this, Stilgar.” She warned in a low, threatening tone, staring at the older man.

Stilgar paused when he looked into the girl's eyes. ‘Sapphire blue…. the color of cobalt. They're his eyes.’ He thought to himself.

Paul and Jessica started fighting other Fremen who tried to attack them, while Stilgar lunged at (Your Name). The girl summoned the Keyblade and blocked his knife with it. Stilgar stilled at the sight of the key shaped blade, giving the chance for (Your Name) to push Stilgar away from her.

She got into a fighting stance. Stilgar lunged at her again but (Your Name) dodged rolled out of the way and the two started to fight.

Their blades clanged as they collided with each other. At one point, Stilgar managed to disarm (Your Name), the Keyblade flinging out of her hand. Stilgar pointed his blade at the girl's throat.

Everyone else stopped fighting to see this happen. The mother and son were worried when (Your Name) was disarmed.

But (Your Name) smirked and raised her hand to the side of her. The Keybalde disappeared and reappeared in her hand.

The move took Stilgar off guard, and she knocked his crysknife out of his hand. He tried to back away, but she shot off a Blizzard spell at the older man, freezing his legs in place. The attack stunned him, and (Your Name) pointed her Keyblade at him threateningly.

“I did warn you.” She growled.

Paul felt a shiver run down his spine at (Your Name)’s tone. His cheeks felt warmer, and his eyes became hazy as he panted softly, loving the sight of his girl being threatening.

Stilgar was in awe at this girl's power. “So it's true, you are the Haris Aldaw ‘,” Stilgar muttered, then added louder, “Why didn't you just show us your blade?” His question came out shaky, showing his nervousness.

“You didn't exactly ask nicely.” (Your Name) spoke, walking closer to the older man.

“Peace, woman, peace. I judged too hastily.”

The girl sighed softly, using her Fire magic to unfreeze Stilgar.

Paul walked up to (Your Name), who now made her Keyblade disappear. She looked at Paul, seeing he brought another girl with him, making her curious as to who she was. The male came over and gave his friend a tight hug, which she returned. They parted when they heard Stilgar speak,

“Chani, take charge of the newcomers. See that they are safe on the journey. Let's go “

“I will not have them.” A voice spoke out.

“Jamis, I have spoken. Be still.” Stilgar said, and (Your Name) narrowed her eyes on Jamis, standing close to Paul.

“You talk like a leader but the strongest leads. She bested you. I invoke the Amtal.”

(Your Name) summoned her Keyblade again, ready to fight him but Paul grabbed her arm gently, stopping her. Jessica walked forward as well but was stopped by Stilgar's voice.

“You may not challenge a sayyadina, nor the Haris Aldaw’.”

“Then who will fight in her name?”

Stilgar turned back around to his friend, “Jamis, don't do this. Don't. The night is fading.”

“Then the sun will witness this death. Where is her champion?” Jamis asked the group in a growl.

Paul gave (Your Name) a kiss on her temple and stepped forward to accept the challenge

“No… Paul don't…” She whispered, going up to following him, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Chani, who shook her head gently.

“I accept her champion.” Jamis nodded his head.

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Everyone was getting ready for the fight.

(Your Name) walked over to Paul, who was getting ready to fight Jamis.

She saw Paul staring ahead and she guessed that he was seeing another vision. (Your Name) placed a hand on the side of his face.

Paul snapped out of his trance and looked at (Your Name) when he felt her gentle touch and turned to look at her. “You don't have to do this, Paul. I could do it.”

The curly haired boy frowned and shook his head. “Absolutely not. You're not doing it, (Your Name).”

“But-” (Your Name) started to protest but was interrupted by Paul.

“You're too important,” He let out a shaky breath, “You're too important to me.” Paul placed his hands on the girl's cheeks, cupping her face.

“I would rip apart all the universes just to get you back (Your Name). That's how important you are to me.” He looked into her sapphire blue eyes.

(Your Name) felt her eyes get watery at Paul's confession. “Paul… I feel the exact same way about you too,” She cupped the sides of his face, “But please…. be careful. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt or got killed.” She whispered, sniffling.

Paul moved closer to (Your Name), their bodies gently pressed against each other's. He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, pressing the side of his face against hers. (Your Name) returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Paul's neck. They stay like this for a few moments before pulling away a little.

(Your Name) could feel her heart beating fast as she looked into Paul's hazel green eyes. Her heart beating even faster when Paul leant in, parting his lips and gently crashed his lips against hers. She gasped softly against his lips but kissed back. The warmth of his mouth sent a tingling sensation all throughout her body, making her tremble; as Paul wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her even closer, leaving no space between them. (Your Name)’s eyes fluttered shut as did Paul's.

Their lips were in fast but soft sync against each other. (Your Name) slid her hands to Paul's curly brown hair, feeling the locks in between her fingers, gently tugging on them on instinct, making Paul moan softly against her lips. Paul caught the girl's bottom lip in between his lips slightly.

The action made (Your Name) weak in the knees, but she almost keeled over when she felt Paul's tongue drag across her bottom lip, silently asking for entry. She opened her mouth, silently giving him access and she let out a muffled moan when she felt Paul's tongue slide into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Butterflies danced throughout her belly as they two made out, their tongues caressing each other's, as they held onto each other for dear life.

(Your Name) could feel her body heat up the more they continued. She never felt like this before, and she loved every second of it.

The two turned their heads in opposite directions as they deepened the kiss even further. When Paul's tongue circled around (Your Name)’s slowly, she almost bent down, feeling her knees weaken more. Paul held her up, not letting the kiss break.

Paul moved his left hand to her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. The coldness of the ring on his finger felt cold against (Your Name)’s warm cheek but she paid it no mind, as she carded her fingers through Paul's soft curly locks.

The two moved their lips in perfect, passionate sync, their bodies pressed against each other's, worried that not feeling each other would drive them crazy.

After a few more minutes of passionately kissing, Paul slowly removed his lips from (Your Name)’s, making a soft smacking sound. He breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to hers. He opened his eyes slowly as his hazel green hues stared into (Your Name)’s sapphire blue one's, seeing them sparkle with love.

“I love you…” Paul exhaled, trying to control himself after the passionate moment. His voice came out raspy and deep, making (Your Name) blush and tremble against him.

“I love you too… more than everything.” (Your Name) breathed out, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She moved her hands out of Paul's hair and cupped his jawline. “Be careful when you fight that man.” She whispered to him.

Paul nuzzled his nose against (Your Name)’s, comforting her. “I promise.” He nipped her bottom lip gently, “For you, my love, I promise…”

The blue-eyed girl sniffled softly, “I love you so much.” She whimpered faintly. She spoke so softly that it probably couldn't even be heard.

But Paul heard her. “I love you too.” He cooed, leaning forward and capturing her lips into another kiss. This kiss was soft and tender.

The lovers broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.

Their tender moment ended when they heard someone walking towards them. They turned and saw it was Chani.

“I don't believe you are the Lisan al-Gaib,” She said to Paul, before turning her head to (Your Name), “I believe you are the Haris Aldaw’ though.” She gave the girl a small smile but it faded quickly.

(Your Name) smiled softly at the girl, pressing herself closer to Paul's body.

Paul took the blade with his gloved hand, observing it as (Your Name) looked at Chani like she was crazy for how she thought Paul was going to die, furrowing her brows together.

“Where is the outworlder?!” Jamis yelled, walking back and forth around the fighting area.

The trio's eyes went to him then the lovers turned to Chani when she spoke, smiling tightly, “Jamis is a good fighter. He won't let you suffer.”

Chani was about to walk away, but (Your Name) stopped her when she spoke, “It was nice meeting you, Chani.” She spoke, a kind smile on her face.

Chani nodded her head to the girl, lips lifting up into a small, playful smirk, “You too, (Your Name).”

Paul grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked over to the fighting area where Jamis was squatting, waiting for Paul.

Paul turned to (Your Name) seeing her scared expression. He reached his hand out and cupped the side of her face, “I will be alright, love.”

(Your Name) lent into the touch, rubbing her cheek against Paul's gloved hand, “I know you will be.” She whispered, a soft smile on her face.

Paul returned the small smile and leant forward and kissed the girl, their lips moving in perfect sync. Paul kissed her harder and deeper, making the girl whimper against his lips, gripping at his waist.

He pulled back from (Your Name)’s lips, both of them panting. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth gently, playing with it a bit before letting it go. He nudged his nose against hers before walking over to where Jamis waited.

(Your Name) walked over to Jessica. The older woman wrapped her arms around the girl, comforting her while she watched the love of her life fight.

“May thy knife chip and shatter.” Jamis spat, standing up from his kneeling position.

Paul just started, a serious expression on his face before he saluted using his blade.

They started fighting and Paul was deflecting hits well, getting hits on Jamis as well who returned the hits. Thought, at one point, Paul got close and aimed the at Jamis’ throat,

“Do you yield?!”

Paul's aggressive yell made the Fremen speak amongst themselves. (Your Name) held onto Jessica tighter, inhaling and exhaling softly in worry.

“The boy does not know our rules. There is no yielding under the Amtal rules. Only death is the test of it.”

Stilgar's words made (Your Name)’s eyes widened in fear as she turned her attention back onto the fight, worry gnawing away at her.

Jamis moved out of Paul's grip, and they started fighting again. Paul kept landing hits and dodging attacks, not aiming to kill. This made Jamis impatient and angrier.

“Is he toying with him?” Stilgar asked the women.

“No.” (Your Name) replied softly, “Paul has never killed a man.”

Jamis had shoved Paul onto the ground hard, yelling; provoking Paul.

Paul stood up, his curly hair covering his face slightly, staring at Jamis with a determined look.

(Your Name) was now more worried about the other male than her boyfriend.

Then, Paul attacked. He ran forward past Jamis, dodging an attack, and stabbed Jamis in the side, ending the fight. He had become the man he was supposed to be, even if he didn't want to.

(Your Name) let out a shaky exhale as Jamis’ body fell to the ground. All the Fremen stood up, moving down to take their defeated friend.

Paul walked away slowly. The Fremen patted his shoulders on the way as he made his way over to where his girlfriend was, his hair covering his face and his head down.

(Your Name) left Jessica's arms as she jogged over to Paul. They met on the side of the fighting area. They made eye contact and (Your Name) saw; just by looking into Paul's eyes, that the old Paul was gone.

Paul's face held so much sorrow and dread. It made (Your Name)’s heart clench. She saw tears well up in his eyes and she didn't even hesitate to hug him tightly.

The curly haired boy hugged back just as tightly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

(Your Name) pulled away to look at Paul's face. She wiped the blood under his nose with her thumb. Paul's lips quivered terribly at her gentle touch.

The blue-eyed girl cupped his face in her hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It's okay,” She cooed, “You're okay.”

Paul just stared at his girl, looking into her soft sapphire blue eyes, watching her lean closer to him. She gently placed her lips against his. Their lips immediately started moving eagerly yet softly against each other's.

(Your Name) could feel Paul's lips trembling against hers, so she slowed the kiss down. Paul rubbed his thumbs against the sides of the girl's stomach, making her breathe out a soft whistle from her nose, sounding like a breathy giggle.

The reaction was all that Paul needed to feel better as they pulled away from the kiss, but not entirely; their lips were now just caressing each other's.

“You did what you had to Paul…” She whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Paul closed his eyes, letting out a faint whimper and pressed his forehead against (Your Name)’s. “I love you so much…” He breathed out, his voice shaky.

“I love you too..” She whispered back, nuzzling her nose against his again, which he graciously returned.

“You're one of us now. A life for a life.” Stilgar's voice broke the couple apart, “Come with us to Sietch Tabr.” He looked between the couple.

“No,” Jessica interjected, “They need to get off world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships.”

“No,” Paul stopped his mother, “The Emperor sent us to this place. And my father came… not for spice, not for the riches, but for the strength of your people.” Paul glanced down to the love of his life, seeing her smile at him, nodding her head; “Our road leads into the desert. I can see it. If you'll have us, we will come.”

〰️

The Fremen led (Your Name), Paul and Jessica into the desert, as they walked on the sand. The sun was now high and the sky a soft blue.

(Your Name) stopped, admiring the scenery. She looked closer and saw someone, more like a Fremen, riding a worm through the sand.

“Desert power.” She whispered in awe, smiling widely at the sight. She thought about out if she could do something like that, or something greater.

Chani heard her turning around to smile at (Your Name), “This is only the beginning.”

The blue-eyed girl smiled to herself, watching Chani walk off. Then, she felt a hand on her jawline. She turned and saw Paul.

With her attention on him now, Paul kissed her passionately. The girl hummed against his lips, placing her hands on the sides of his neck.

The couple pull away, both for then smiling softly before they rub their noses against each other's.

They looked into each other's eyes as the sun shined down brightly on them.

Their journey was only beginning.

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Guardian of Light

(Male)

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 11: Walking the Sand

〰️

The trio ran through the hallways to get to the Ornithopter that was set up for them.

They arrive at it, but Heartless materialized to slow them down. (Your Name) summoned his Keyblade.

“Get it working, I'll handle them!”

The mother and son nodded as they ran to the Ornithopter.

(Your Name) slashed at the Heartless and casted Blizzard and Fire to get rid of them. Luckily, not many appeared, and he managed to beat all of them.

“(Your Name)!”

The call of his name reached his ears as he turned and saw Paul waving his arm out to get his attention.

“Come on!”

The (Hair Color) haired boy ran to them and hopped into the thopter. He buckled himself in as Jessica did the same.

Paul goes to the pilots chair but not before pressing a kiss onto (Your Name)’s forehead. The boy gave Paul's hand a squeeze in return.

Paul fired up the aircraft, flicking on all the buttons needed. He started to fly the Ornithopter across the desert, away from the Sardaukar trying to kill them.

(Your Name) heard other motors behind them. “Jet flyers.”

“They're behind us.” Jessica added.

Paul flew faster and headed directly toward the sandstorm.

“God, why is the boy I love out of his mind?” (Your Name) muttered as he held on for dear life. Paul heard him and smirked cockily to himself, flying faster in response.

The thopter started beeping, sensing something coming at them. Paul just pushed the lever forward more.

“Paul! We're not high enough!” Jessica yelled.

“Trust him!” (Your Name) yelled as well.

Paul smirked confidently at his love's statement, and they entered into the sandstorm. The ship rocked violently, getting destroyed by the harsh storm.

Suddenly, Paul had let go of the driving lever.

The thopter was flying in the wind, moving freely. (Your Name) felt how it moved with the wind, traveling with it like it was a part of it. He held on tighter and closed his eyes.

“We're above five thousand meters.” Paul said.

The cloud eventually disappeared, the view becoming clear again. Paul kept a steady grip on the lever to keep the Ornithopter in control.

“As soon as we land, run for the rocks.” Paul told Jessica and (Your Name).

Though, the thopter began to free fall out of the sky, spinning and turning. (Your Name) let out a small scream, holding on even tighter. The out-of-control Ornithopter landed hard on the ground, sliding across the sand. It eventually stopped, landing on its side.

(Your Name) let out a sigh of relief. Paul helped him out of thopter, carrying him bridal style. He placed him on his feet and checked the boy for scratches, his hand on his best friend's cheek, the coldness of Paul's ring didn't bother him. If anything, it grounded him.

“Good. You're okay.” Paul whispered, pressing a kiss onto his forehead before grabbing the stuff they needed. He took (Your Name)’s hand and ran towards the rocks, Jessica following close behind.

When they got up far enough on the rock, Paul started to take out some things. His hand touches something foreign. He pulled out, and it was a crysknife. He immediately knew who this belonged to.

“My crysknife.” (Your Name) whispered, walking up to Paul. He gingerly took it from Paul's hand, caressing the blade with his fingertips. He frowned before putting it back in a bag for now.

Paul and Jessica started to get the stillsuits out and started to change into them. (Your Name) stood by, occasionally glancing at Paul as he changed in front of him, feeling his cheeks heat up at the sight of his bare body. The boy felt his gaze on him, and he smirked a little to himself.

“Aren't you going to change, (Your Name)?” Jessica asked.

“My clothes…” He gestured to the colorful ensemble, “are magical. They can change at will.” He replied. Jessica nodded and continued to change.

The mother and son finished changing, (Your Name) came over to help Jessica with her stillsuit.

“You breathe through this,” (Your Name) showed Jessica a device that was on the stillsuit and fixed it for her.

Once they were finished, they packed up everything and started their journey to find the Fremen.

(Your Name) looked around, on alert, in case any Heartless showed up.

“Now, we have to find the Fremen.” Paul told them, his voice muffled by his mask.

“Let's go.” (Your Name) nodded to the two, walking across the sand, still alert, and led them through the caves in the mountains.

〰️

The group had stopped for a little while, sitting on rocks. (Your Name); his clothes switched to a stillsuit, saw Paul stare off into a daze again, not knowing he was seeing him in his vision.

Paul was following (Your Name) down the mountain caves, stopping when he stopped at something in a cocoon. A little desert mouse was being brought to life.

The curly haired male knelt down to (Your Name)'s level, still being higher than him as they knelt down on the ground, watching.

Paul looked down at (Your Name) through his eyelashes. He was smiling sweetly at the sight. Paul smiled softly at the sigh of his love and laid his head on top of his, rubbing his cheek against his hair. The blue-eyed boy blushed lightly at the action but smiled softly and continued to watch the desert mouse, with Paul now watching too.

Back in the real world, Paul snapped out of his vision and took (Your Name)’s hand. The two share a look, their gazes softening; before they started walking again.

The desert became darker as nighttime approached. “The sietch, where Duncan lived. Somewhere off the way.” Paul told them, holding the paracompass that Duncan gifted him.

(Your Name) took out some binoculars from his bag; that also held his crysknife and looked through them. “I can see greenery over there. That means Fremen live there.” He spoke.

“We'll cross after dark. That's how the Fremen do it.” Paul said, grabbing the binoculars from (Your Name), “We're about to enter worm territory. We can't walk like regular humans, if we do, we're dead.”

(Your Name) hummed in agreement, “The film we watched. Fremen invented their own walk. It's called the sandwalk. At least according to the film books back home.”

Jessica nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I've got it.”

“Okay, follow us. Do the same moves.” Pauk instructed, then started doing the sandwalk with (Your Name) behind him and Jessica behind him.

They continued their slow steps in the sand, Paul using his paracompass to help guide them. They climbed sand dunes and took breaks in between. On one of those breaks, (Your Name) heard distant rumbling, but it faded quickly. They continued their walk, but (Your Name) had a bad feeling.

“Wait…” He muttered. He stopped, and the rumbling started again. “It's drum sand.”

“Run!” Paul yelled, grabbing (Your Name)’s hand in his and ran fast across the sand, away from the sand worm. Jessica ran, too, not far behind the teens.

As they ran, out of nowhere, Heartless appeared in front of Paul and (Your Name), stopping them from running further. The shadow ones, the desert dressed ones and a new kind that looked like the sand was formed into spiky versions of the sand worm.

((Couldn't find a good picture, but here's what the sand Heartless looks like))

“Why now?!” (Your Name) exclaimed, summoning the Keyblade, his outfit switching to his more colorful ensemble. The vibrations got louder. (Your Name) knew he didn't have much time.

((Music: Kingdom Hearts 2 OST 33: Dance to the Death))

“Paul! Get Jessica and keep running! I'll handle this!”

The curly haired boy was hesitant to leave him, but knowing the sand worm was quickly approaching, he had no choice. He grabbed his mother's hand and started running again.

(Your Name) fought off the Heartless as fast as he could, slashing at them and casting magic. Once they were gone, he ran after the mother and son duo. The sand worm was hot on his trail, but every so often, Heartless appeared again, and (Your Name) had to fight them off, his heart rate increasing.

He started running again, but a loud thud from below him stopped him in his tracks. A giant creature emerged from the sand, blowing sand everywhere. He thought it was a sandworm, but right in front of him was a giant Heartless, shaped like the sand worm. But it was made of sand, had spikes all over its body, and was twenty times bigger than the sand Heartless he just fought.

“Oh God.” He muttered, getting into a fighting stance. He had to beat this thing. With the real sandworm getting closer, he started to slash away at the sandworm Heartless. Slashing its body, its head, and casting Fire and Blizzard at it.

It lunged at him, using the sand to transport on top or burrow underneath and strike him from below.

(Your Name) let out a yell of pain when it attacked him. He growled and got back up and continued his attack on it.

At one point, he managed to climb onto it and started to go crazy on its head, slashing at it with his Keyblade.

He jumped off it before it could strike him. He repeated the process two more times until the sand worm Heartless disappeared, a pink crystal heart floated up into the sky.

((Music ends here))

The mother and son saw glimpses of the fight as they ran to get to a safe place. They grew more and more worried the further away the (Hair Color) haired boy got. Paul, especially, who felt his heart clench in fear.

They stop momentarily. “(Your Name!)” Paul screamed.

The boy heard Paul's scream and remembered that the real sandworm was right behind him. He started running again, going faster than he did before.

He saw the two of them on a rock and sped up.

The sandworm emerged from the sand just as (Your Name) jumped onto the rock. The monster fully emerged from the sand, blowing a strong breath out of its mouth before disappearing into the sand once more.

They were safe.

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 11: Walking the Sand

〰️

The trio ran through the hallways to get to the Ornithopter that was set up for them.

They arrive at it, but Heartless materialized to slow them down. (Your Name) summoned her Keyblade.

“Get it working, I'll handle them!”

The mother and son nodded as they ran to the Ornithopter.

(Your Name) slashed at the Heartless and casted Blizzard and Fire to get rid of them. Luckily, not many appeared and she managed to beat all of them.

“(Your Name)!”

The call of her name reached her ears as she turned and saw Paul waving his arm out to get her attention.

“Come on!”

The (Hair Color) haired girl ran to them and hopped into the thopter. She buckled herself in as Jessica did the same.

Paul goes to the pilots chair but not before pressing a kiss onto (Your Name)’s forehead. The girl gave his hand a squeeze in return.

Paul fired up the aircraft, flicking on all the buttons needed. He started to fly the Ornithopter across the desert, away from the Sardaukar trying to kill them.

(Your Name) heard other motors behind them. “Jet flyers.”

“They're behind us.” Jessica added.

Paul flew faster and headed directly toward the sandstorm.

“God, why is the boy I love out of his mind?” (Your Name) muttered as she held on for dear life. Paul heard her and smirked cockily to himself, flying faster in response.

The thopter started beeping, sensing something coming at them. Paul just pushed the lever forward more.

“Paul! We're not high enough!” Jessica yelled.

“Trust him!” (Your Name) yelled as well.

Paul smirked confidently at his love's statement, and they entered into the sandstorm. The ship rocked violently, getting destroyed by the harsh storm.

Suddenly, Paul had let go of the driving lever.

The thopter was flying in the wind, moving freely. (Your Name) felt how it moved with the wind, traveling with it like it was a part of it. She held on tighter and closed her eyes.

“We're above five thousand meters.” Paul said.

The cloud eventually disappeared, the view becoming clear again. Paul kept a steady grip on the lever to keep the Ornithopter in control.

“As soon as we land, run for the rocks.” Paul told Jessica and (Your Name).

(Your Name) let out a sigh of relief. Paul helped her out of thopter, carrying her bridal style. He placed her on her feet and checked the girl for scratches, his hand on her cheek, the coldness of his ring didn't bother her. If anything, it grounded her.

“Good. You're okay.” Paul whispered, pressing a kiss onto her forehead before grabbing the stuff they needed. He took (Your Name)’s hand and ran towards the rocks, Jessica following close behind.

When they got up far enough on the rock, Paul started to take out some things. His hand touches something foreign. He pulled out, and it was a crysknife. He immediately knew who this belonged to.

“My crysknife.” (Your Name) whispered, walking up to Paul. She gingerly took it from Paul's hand, caressing the blade with her fingertips. She frowned before putting it back in a bag for now.

Paul and Jessica started to get the stillsuits out and started to change into them. (Your Name) stood by, occasionally glancing at Paul as he changed in front of her, feeling her cheeks heat up at the sight of his bare body. The boy felt her gaze on him and he smirked a little to himself.

“Aren't you going to change, (Your Name)?” Jessica asked.

“My clothes…” She gestured to the colorful ensemble, “are magical. They can change at will.” She replied. Jessica nodded and continued to change.

The mother and son finished changing, (Your Name) came over to help Jessica with her stillsuit.

“You breathe through this,” (Your Name) showed Jessica a device that was on the stillsuit and fixed it for her.

Once they were finished, they packed up everything and started their journey to find the Fremen.

(Your Name) looked around, on alert, in case any Heartless showed up.

“Now, we have to find the Fremen.” Paul told them, his voice muffled by his mask.

“Let's go.” (Your Name) nodded to the two, walking across the sand, still alert, and led them through the caves in the mountains.

〰️

The group had stopped for a little while, sitting on rocks. (Your Name); her clothes switched to a stillsuit, saw Paul stare off into a daze again, not knowing he was seeing her in his vision.

Paul was following (Your Name) down the mountain caves, stopping when she stopped at something in a cocoon. A little desert mouse was being brought to life.

The curly haired male knelt down to her level, still being higher than her as they knelt down on the ground, watching.

Paul looked down at (Your Name) through his eyelashes. She was smiling sweetly at the sight. Paul smiled softly at the sigh of his love and laid his head on top of hers, rubbing his cheek against her hair. The blue-eyed girl blushed lightly at the action but smiled softly and continued to watch the desert mouse, with Paul now watching too.

Back in the real world, Paul snapped out of his vision and took (Your Name)’s hand. The two share a look, their gazes softening; before they started walking again.

The desert became darker as nighttime approached. “The sietch, where Duncan lived. Somewhere off the way.” Paul told them, holding the paracompass that Duncan gifted him.

(Your Name) took out some binoculars from her bag; that also held her crysknife, and looked through them. “I can see greenery over there. That means Fremen live there.” She spoke.

(Your Name) hummed in agreement, “The film we watched. Fremen invented their own walk. It's called the sandwalk. At least according to the film books back home.”

Jessica nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I've got it.”

“Okay, follow us. Do the same moves.” Pauk instructed, then started doing the sandwalk with (Your Name) behind him and Jessica behind her.

They continued their slow steps in the sand, Paul using his paracompass to help guide them. They climbed sand dunes and took breaks in between. On one of those breaks, Your Name) heard distant rumbling but it faded quickly. They continued their walk, but (Your Name) had a bad feeling.

“Wait…” She muttered. She stopped and the rumbling started again. “It's drum sand.”

“Run!” Paul yelled, grabbing (Your Name)’s hand in his and ran fast across the sand, away from the sand worm. Jessica ran, too, not far behind the teens.

((Couldn't find a good picture, but here's what the sand Heartless look like))

“Why now?!” (Your Name) exclaimed, summoning the Keyblade as her outfit switched to her more colorful ensemble. The vibrations got louder. (Your Name) knew she didn't have much time.

((Music: Kingdom Hearts 2 OST 33: Dance to the Death))

“Paul! Get Jessica and keep running! I'll handle this!”

The curly haired boy was hesitant to leave her, but knowing the sand worm was quickly approaching, he had no choice. He grabbed his mother's hand and started running again.

(Your Name) fought off the Heartless as fast as she could, slashing at them and casting magic. Once they were gone, she ran after the mother and son duo. The sand worm was hot on her trail, but every so often, Heartless appeared again and (Your Name) had to fight them off, her heart rate increasing.

She started running again, but a loud thud from below her stopped her in her tracks. A giant creature emerged from the sand, blowing sand everywhere. She thought it was a sandworm, but right in front of her was a giant Heartless, shaped like the sand worm. But it had spikes all over its body and was twenty times bigger than the sand Heartless she just fought.

“Oh God.” She muttered, getting into a fighting stance. She had to beat this thing. With the real sandworm getting closer, she started to slash away at the sandworm Heartless. Slashing its body, its head, and casting Fire and Blizzard at it.

It lunged at her, using the sand to transport on top or burrow underneath and strike her from below.

(Your Name) let out a yell of pain when it attacked her. She growled and got back up and continued her attack on it.

At one point, she managed to climb onto it and started to go crazy on its head, slashing at it with her Keyblade.

She jumped off it before it could strike her. She repeated the process two more times until the sand worm Heartless disappeared, a pink crystal heart floated up into the sky.

((Music ends here))

The mother and son saw glimpses of the fight as they ran to get to a safe place. They grew more and more worried the further away the (Hair Color) haired girl got. Paul, especially, who felt his heart clench in fear.

They stop momentarily. “(Your Name!)” Paul screamed.

The girl heard Paul's scream, and remembered that the real sandworm was right behind her. She started running again, going faster than she did before.

She saw the two of them on a rock and sped up.

They were safe.

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Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: I don't own the art in this chapter. It goes to the respective artist. But it is honestly one of the most beautiful fanart I've seen for KH!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 10: Discovery and Sacrifice

〰️

Duncan had taken the trio back into the Ornithopter as it had become night in the desert.

(Your Name) was leaning against Paul, who had one of his arms wrapped around the boy's shoulders.

“Here.” Liet handed the trio something. “Drink this.”

“The Harkonnens hit every population center on the planet at once. It must've been ten legions, hundreds of ships. There were Sardaukar with them. At least two battalions.” Duncan informed everyone, flying the aircraft.

“Are you sure?” Jessica asked softly, a blanket wrapped around her body.

“You cross swords with a Sardaukar, you know it.” Duncan replied, looking straight ahead after glancing at (Your Name). He nodded a little at Duncan's statement.

Jessica sighed, “So, the Emperor's take a side “ She turned to Liet, “What says the Judge of the Change?”

Liet avoided eye contact, “The Emperor forbids me from saying anything at all.”

“And yet you risk your life to help us.” Paul fired back, pulling (Your Name) closer to his chest. The boy nodded in agreement, looking at the doctor.

Liet didn't answer.

〰️

Duncan landed the Ornithopter on the land, far away from anything.

Paul and Jessica were now dressed in desert clothes. (Your Name) kept his Keyblade wielder outfit on, walking hand in hand with Paul.

Liet tried to convince his to change, but the boy said that his clothes were magical and he'll be alright.

“The storm will be here in a few hours. We'll be safe here,” Liet led the group into a bunker, “Do you know what this place is? It's an old ecological testing station. They were meant to tame the planet. Free the water locked beneath the sands.” She explained as the group followed close behind.

“Arrakis could have been a paradise. The work has begun but then the spice was discovered and suddenly no one wanted the desert to go away “ She continued to explain, “Tanat, will you find stillsuits to fit our visitors?”

“Yes, Liet.” Tanat answered, walking off to get some.

“Shamir, coffee service, please.” Liet ordered another Freman.

“Of course, Liet.” Shamir replied, walking off to fulfill her request.

“Who are you to the Fremen?” (Your Name) asked curiously.

Liet just turned to him and smiled, walking through another door with the trio. Duncan stayed behind, observing his surroundings more. (Your Name) swore he saw Duncan go after the one getting the stillsuits, but he only got a glimpse.

“Do you know what the great houses fear most, Dr. Kynes?” Paul asked, his hand picking sand, “Exactly what has happened to us here. The Sardaukar coming and picking them off one by one.” Paul stood up and turned around, making eye contact with (Your Name) who stood next to Jessica.

“Only together can they stand a chance against the Imperium. Would you bear witness?” Paul started to walk forward, “Testify that the Emperor has moved against us here?”

“If they believe me…” Liet paused. “There would be general warfare between the great house and the Emperor.”

“Chaos across the Imperium.” Jessica finished sharing a look with (Your Name) and Paul.

“Let's suppose me and (Your Name) present to the Emperor with an alternative to chaos. The Emperor has no sons, and his daughters are yet to marry.” Paul said, offering the idea.

“You'd make a play for the throne?” Liet asked, bewildered by Paul's bold offer, “The Emperor feared the Atreides. He feared the Keyblade wielders. He brought you and (Your Name) here to kill you both. What don't you understand?”

Paul's eyes darken at the threat of (Your Name) his jaw flexing momentarily in suppressed anger.

“You're a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground.” Liet concluded, staring at Paul who stared back.

“The Fremen speak of the Lisan al-Gaib and the Haris Aldaw’,” Paul started, walking around Liet.

“Careful.” Jessica warned quietly.

“The Guardian of Light, a legend that has come back to recent light and The Voice from the Outer World who will lead them to paradise.” Paul spoke again.

“Superstition.” Liet muttered.

“I know you loved a Fremen warrior and lost him in battle,” Liet looked up at Paul in subtle surprise as he continued, “I know you walk in two worlds and are known by many names. I've seen your dream.” The male was now standing right in front of Liet.

“As Emperor, Dr. Kynes, I could make a paradise for Arrakis with the wave of my hand.” Paul spoke, his tone deeper, raspier but soft.

(Your Name) felt his heartbeat pick up as butterflies formed in his stomach at the sound of Paul’s voice; knowing this man was his and his alone.

As the talking stopped, (Your Name) walked over to Duncan, who was sitting outside the door, looking down at the sand.

The male felt the boy's presence and looked up. He could tell that he wanted to ask him something.

“What is it, (Your Name)? ” He asked the boy, his voice soft.

“Earlier, during the attack, before we had to fight. You saw what was branded on my back. What was it?”

Duncan stood up. “It was some sort of symbol. Shaped like a heart.”

“Could you… draw it for me?” (Your Name) asked.

Duncan nodded without question and used his finger to draw out the symbol. The blue-eyed boy watched with bated breath.

Once Duncan finished, (Your Name) looked and felt his heartbeat pick up.

He recognized that symbol.

The Dream Eater symbol.

He kneeled down and touched the symbol with his index finger.

The moment he did this, he looked down at the symbol, his eyes glazed.

A vision showed him a dream he had.

In the dream, he saw Riku standing in the crystal blue water of an island that she assumed was his home island, Destiny Islands.

He turned his head towards (Your Name), and suddenly, the area around him turned dark, but he glowed through the pitch black. He was now mostly nude, but his hips and upward were most exposed. His body showed the battle scars he got from his journey. But the prominent one was on his back. The same symbol Duncan drew for him, scarred on his back.

“(Your Name).”

Riku’s soft, deep voice broke through the silence.

The boy turned to look into his eyes.

“This is a part of you too.” He spoke softly. “Embrace it. Use it to protect the things that matter.”

He smiled softly at the boy before the vision ended.

(Your Name) came back to reality with a soft gasp. He breathed in and out softly, looking around. He saw he was back in the testing station.

“(Your Name)? (Your Name), are you alright?”

He heard Duncan's voice, and he turned to him. He had a concerned look on his face. (Your Name) nodded, affirming his well-being.

“I know what it means.” He whispered, gesturing to the symbol drawn in the sand.

“What?” Duncan asked.

“It's a part of me. It was passed down to me.”

“By who?”

Before the boy could respond, he felt a sudden change in the environment. The others felt it too because they were looking around now, their eyes landing on Duncan and (Your Name).

“Duncan…” (Your Name) whispered. The older male walked closely towards the other door. He opened it, and dark smoke appeared and disappeared, the Heartless materializing.

“Oh no, the Heartless!” (Your Name) explained, summoning his Keyblade. “Stay back, everyone!”

But more trouble came; the Sardaukar emerged.

“Sardaukar!” Duncan yelled, getting out his blade.

Everyone in the back stayed put while Duncan and (Your Name) fought off the enemies.

Duncan slashed and stabbed the Sardaukar while (Your Name) slashed and used his magic to get rid of the Heartless. He even tried out a new spell he recently acquired, the Fire spell.

He shot fireballs from his Keyblade, quickly eliminating the Heartless.

Some manage to sneak past and try to attack Paul, Jessica, and Liet but (Your Name) shot fire at the Heartless before they could cause any harm to them.

More of them appeared near the defenseless group, and (Your Name) stayed with them, fighting them off and protecting them.

Once the Heartless were eliminated, (Your Name) took a deep breath. He looked around to see if more would appear. Luckily, they didn't.

However, when (Your Name) looked at Duncan, he saw that more Sardaukar were coming.

“There's more Sardaukar!” Duncan yelled. He went over to the door and pushed the button to close it.

“No! Duncan!” Paul yelled, running towards him. (Your Name) ran after Paul.

“Paul, (Your Name), no!” Jessica yelled after the two.

Duncan turned back around to the two best friends, saluting with his blade as the door got closer to shutting.

Paul and (Your Name) ran as fast as they could to try to stop Duncan, but just as they got to the door, it closed completely.

“Duncan, no!” The teens yelled desperately, pounding their fists against the door.

(Your Name) stepped back and summoned his Keyblade and tried to slash at the door, tears welling up in his eyes as he screamed the older male's name.

The two continue to attack the door, whether with fists or a weapon, desperately trying to open it.

The blue-eyed boy stepped away, ready to take another strike at the door, but a sudden, sharp pain hit his chest. He clutched his chest, letting out a groan of pain. Everyone looked at him with concern. The pain went away almost as soon as it hit.

Jessica knew what this meant.

But (Your Name) figured it out, before the older woman could say anything.

“No… he's gone. He's gone!” He cried.

Paul continued to pound on the door with his fists temporarily.

“We have to go. We have no choice.” Liet called out.

Then, a noise could be heard. Seeing that the Sardaukar were trying to get in by cutting the door apart with a laser.

Jessica and Paul ran away from the door as the small laser fired and ripped through the door. Paul grabbed the still distraught (Your Name) by his arm and pulled him against his body. The boy was still tearing up at the loss of one of his most important people.

“Shh… it's okay…” Paul cooed, pressed a hard kiss onto (Your Name)'s forehead. “I'm so sorry, baby.”

The (hair color) haired boy's tears didn't stop, but he gripped Paul's shirt and buried his face into Paul's chest, hoping that feeling some part of him would calm him down. “He's gone… he's gone Paul…” He whimpered, sniffling.

“I know. I know.” Paul buried his face into the boy's hair, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

The laser stopped firing. “Come on. Come on, come on!” Liet yelled as she ran. The three followed after her, Paul and (Your Name) holding each other's hand. The group ran down the hallways Liet led them through.

“Follow the light,” Liet ordered, “You'll find a thopter ready to fly. That storm out there is your best shot. Above 5,000 meters, it's mostly dust. Climb into it. Stay on top. Head south. Find the Fremen.” She handed the equipment to them.

“What about you?” (Your Name) asked.

“You're not coming with us?” Jessica asked breathlessly.

“It only seats two. Three, maybe but not four. I'll go to the next station and report this attack to the Landsraad.”

“How?” Jessica asked.

“I'm Fremen. The desert is my home.” Liet turned to (Your Name). “Protect them. Don't let them stray into the darkness.” She whispered to him. The boy nodded. “And you probably won't need a stillsuit. Part of the Haris Aldaw's power is that it is otherworldly. Protects you from other world's dangers.”

(Your Name) nodded. “All right.”

Liet adjusted the pack on her back. “Good luck.”

Paul and (Your Name) nodded to her and said in sync, “Good luck.”

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Author's Note: I don't own the art in this chapter. It goes to the respective artist. But it is honestly one of the most beautiful fanart I've seen for KH!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 10: Discovery and Sacrifice

〰️

Duncan had taken the trio back into the Ornithopter as it had become night in the desert.

(Your Name) was leaning against Paul, who had one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Here.” Liet handed the trio something. “Drink this.”

“Are you sure?” Jessica asked softly, a blanket wrapped around her body.

“You cross swords with a Sardaukar, you know it.” Duncan replied, looking straight ahead after glancing at (Your Name). She nodded a little at Duncan's statement.

Jessica sighed, “So, the Emperor's take a side “ She turned to Liet, “What says the Judge of the Change?”

Liet avoided eye contact, “The Emperor forbids me from saying anything at all.”

“And yet you risk your life to help us.” Paul fired back, pulling (Your Name) closer to his chest. The girl nodded in agreement, looking at the doctor.

Liet didn't answer.

〰️

Duncan landed the Ornithopter on the land, far away from anything.

Paul and Jessica were now dressed in desert clothes. (Your Name) kept her Keyblade wielder outfit on, walking hand in hand with Paul.

Liet tried to convince her to change but the girl said that her clothes were magical and she'll be alright.

“Yes, Liet.” Tanat answered, walking off to get some.

“Shamir, coffee service, please.” Liet ordered another Freman.

“Of course, Liet.” Shamir replied, walking off to fulfill her request.

“Who are you to the Fremen?” (Your Name) asked curiously.

Liet just turned to her and smiled, walking through another door with the trio. Duncan stayed behind, observing his surroundings more. (Your Name) swore she saw Duncan go after the one getting the stillsuits, but she only got a glimpse.

“Only together can they stand a chance against the Imperium. Would you bear witness?” Paul started to walk forward, “Testify that the Emperor has moved against us here?”

“If they believe me…” Liet paused. “There would be general warfare between the great house and the Emperor.”

“Chaos across the Imperium.” Jessica finished sharing a look with (Your Name) and Paul.

“Let's suppose me and (Your Name) present to the Emperor with an alternative to chaos. The Emperor has no sons, and his daughters are yet to marry.” Paul said, offering the idea.

Paul's eyes darken at the threat of (Your Name) his jaw flexing momentarily in suppressed anger.

“You're a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground.” Liet concluded, staring at Paul who stared back.

“The Fremen speak of the Lisan al-Gaib and the Haris Aldaw’,” Paul started, walking around Liet.

“Careful.” Jessica warned quietly.

“The Guardian of Light, a legend that has come back to recent light and The Voice from the Outer World who will lead them to paradise.” Paul spoke again.

“Superstition.” Liet muttered.

“As Emperor, Dr. Kynes, I could make a paradise for Arrakis with the wave of my hand.” Paul spoke, his tone deeper, raspier but soft.

(Your Name) felt her heartbeat pick up as butterflies formed in her stomach at the sound of his voice; knowing this man was hers and hers alone.

As the talking stopped, (Your Name) walked over to Duncan, who was sitting outside the door, looking down at the sand.

The male felt the girl's presence and looked up. He could tell that she wanted to ask him something.

“What is it, (Your Name)? ” He asked the girl, his voice soft.

“Earlier, during the attack, before we had to fight. You saw what was branded on my back. What was it?”

Duncan stood up. “It was some sort of symbol. Shaped like a heart.”

“Could you… draw it for me?” (Your Name) asked.

Duncan nodded without question and used his finger to draw out the symbol. The blue-eyed girl watched with bated breath.

Once Duncan finished, (Your Name) looked and felt her heartbeat pick up.

She recognized that symbol.

The Dream Eater symbol.

She kneeled down and touched the symbol with her index finger.

The moment she did this, she looked down at the symbol, her eyes glazed.

A vision showed her a dream she had.

In the dream, she saw Riku, standing in the crystal blue water of an island that she assumed was his home island, Destiny Islands.

He turned his head towards her, and suddenly, the area around him turned dark, but he glowed through the pitch black. He was now mostly nude, but his hips and upward were most exposed. His body showed the battle scars he got from his journey. But the prominent one was on his back. The same symbol Duncan drew for her, scarred on his back.

“(Your Name).”

Riku’s soft, deep voice broke through the silence.

The girl turned to look into his eyes.

“This is a part of you too.” He spoke softly. “Embrace it. Use it to protect the things that matter.”

He smiled softly at the girl before the vision ended.

(Your Name) came back to reality with a soft gasp. She breathed in and out softly, looking around. She saw she was back in the testing station.

“(Your Name)? (Your Name), are you alright?”

She heard Duncan's voice and she turned to him. He had a concerned look on his face. She nodded, affirming her well-being.

“I know what it means.” She whispered, gesturing to the symbol drawn in the sand.

“What?” Duncan asked.

“It's a part of me. It was passed down to me.”

“By who?”

Before the girl could respond, she felt a sudden change in the environment. The others felt it too because they were looking around now, their eyes landing on Duncan and (Your Name).

“Duncan…” (Your Name) whispered. The older male walked closely towards the other door. He opened it, and dark smoke appeared and disappeared, the Heartless materializing.

“Oh no, the Heartless!” (Your Name) explained, summoning her Keyblade. “Stay back, everyone!”

But more trouble came; the Sardaukar emerged.

“Sardaukar!” Duncan yelled, getting out his blade.

Everyone in the back stayed put while Duncan and (Your Name) fought off the enemies.

Duncan slashed and stabbed the Sardaukar while (Your Name) slashed and used her magic to get rid of the Heartless. She even tried out a new spell she recently acquired, the Fire spell.

She shot fireballs from her Keyblade, quickly eliminating the Heartless.

Some manage to sneak past and try to attack Paul, Jessica, and Liet but (Your Name) shot fire at the Heartless before they could cause any harm to them.

More of them appeared near the defenseless group, and (Your Name) stayed with them, fighting them off and protecting them.

Once the Heartless were eliminated, (Your Name) took a deep breath. She looked around to see if more would appear. Luckily, they didn't.

However, when (Your Name) looked at Duncan, she saw that more Sardaukar were coming.

“There's more Sardaukar!” Duncan yelled. He went over to the door and pushed the button to close it.

“No! Duncan!” Paul yelled, running towards him. (Your Name) ran after Paul.

“Paul, (Your Name), no!” Jessica yelled after the two.

Duncan turned back around to the two best friends, saluting with his blade as the door got closer to shutting.

Paul and (Your Name) ran as fast as they could to try to stop Duncan, but just as they got to the door, it closed completely.

“Duncan, no!” The teens yelled desperately, pounding their fists against the door.

(Your Name) stepped back and summoned her Keyblade and tried to slash at the door, tears welling up in her eyes as she screamed the older male's name.

The two continue to attack the door, whether with fists or a weapon, desperately trying to open it.

The blue-eyed girl stepped away, ready to take another strike at the door, but a sudden sharp pain hit her chest. She clutched her chest, letting out a groan of pain. Everyone looked at her with concern. The pain went away almost as soon as it hit.

Jessica knew what this meant.

But (Your Name) figured it out before the older woman could say anything.

“No… he's gone. He's gone!” She cried.

Paul continued to pound on the door with his fists temporarily.

“We have to go. We have no choice.” Liet called out.

Then, a noise could be heard. Seeing that the Sardaukar were trying to get in by cutting the door apart with a laser.

Jessica and Paul ran away from the door as the small laser fired and ripped through the door. Paul grabbed the still distraught (Your Name) by her arm and pulled her against his body. The girl was still tearing up at the loss of one of her most important people.

“Shh… it's okay…” Paul cooed, pressed a hard kiss onto her forehead. “I'm so sorry, baby.”

The (hair color) haired girl's tears didn't stop but she gripped Paul's shirt and buried her face into Paul's chest, hoping that feeling some part of him would calm her down. “He's gone… he's gone Paul…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“I know. I know.” Paul buried his face into the girl's hair, pressing kisses onto the crown of her head.

“What about you?” (Your Name) asked.

“You're not coming with us?” Jessica asked breathlessly.

“It only seats two. Three maybe but not four. I'll go to the next station and report this attack to the Landsraad.”

“How?” Jessica asked.

“I'm Fremen. The desert is my home.” Liet turned to (Your Name). “Protect them. Don't let them stray into the darkness.” She whispered to her. The girl nodded. “And you probably won't need a stillsuit. Part of the Haris Aldaw's power is that it is otherworldly. Protects you from other world's dangers.”

(Your Name) nodded. “All right.”

Liet adjusted the pack on her back. “Good luck.”

Paul and (Your Name) nodded to her and said in sync, “Good luck.”

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Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: 100 followers?! Oh my God, thank you so much for the support!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 9: A Look Into the Future

〰️

The group was now in a stilltent in the desert while (Your Name), who has removed his jacket, sitting next to Jessica, watched Paul open up the fremkit.

Paul pulled out some sort of paper with a diamond drawn on it, unwrapping it to read it, “This is Dr. Yueh's handwriting.” Paul told the two. (Your Name) couldn't help but think back to what he witnessed earlier at the mention of his name. “If anyone makes it out of Arrakeen alive, there's an Atreides beacon in the fremkit. God willing they'll be able to find you.” Paul read the note.

He pulled out a thumper but stated there were no stillsuits. But then, he pulled out a cloth that wasn't supposed to be there. He unwrapped it and saw his father's ring, holding it in his hand. Just then, (Your Name) felt a pain in his chest as he looked at the ring. He felt it when the Duke was hit with the hunter-seeker, but it felt more intense. He clutched his chest and muffled his groans of pain by pressing his lips together. His eyes welled up with unshed tears.

He turned to Jessica, who was trembling, suppressing her cries. He placed an arm around Jessica's shoulders, ignoring the pain in his chest. The older woman lent into the boy's touch, appreciating the comfort, while (Your Name) and Paul held eye contact.

Jessica saw (Your Name) clutch his chest when he saw the Duke's ring, knowing what it meant. Paul, meanwhile, was confused.

Once (Your Name) dropped his arm from around Jessica, he heard Paul coughing as he turned on a small light that showed spice. The boy's expression slowly turned into concern for his best friend.

Suddenly, Paul looked up slowly, eyes glazed like he was in some sort of trance.

In his vision, he saw (Your Name) in his outfit, walking along the sand. He turned around and smiled brightly, his sapphire blue eyes sparkling and his hair covering his face a little.

He kept smiling as he turned his head around again to show soldiers fighting. A brutal war was happening. One of the soldier's helmets lifted after taking down multiple enemy soldiers, revealing Paul with blue eyes, holding a knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

Paul had tears in his eyes, a few running down his face and (Your Name) couldn't help but wipe them away with his thumbs, his face now had a concerned look on it, while Paul's face showed fear.

“That's the future. It's coming.” He started muttering, “Holy war is spreading across the universe like unquenchable fire.”

(Your Name) and Jessica shared a look of concern, “Paul, you're scared. I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you see?” The mother whispered.

In this vision, he saw (Your Name) fighting a ton of Heartless with an assortment of magic and slashing at them with his Keyblade.

“(Your Name).... the Heartless…. a battle… between Light and Darkness.” He muttered.

‘It's just like my dreams. The Keyblade wielders were fighting the same battle.’ (Your Name) thought to himself. He was starting to feel uneasy.

"What do you fear?" Jessica whispered.

Another vision came to Paul. This time, it was him and (Your Name) standing next to each other, dressed in black, with their arms wrapped around each other; his eyes blue from the spice. They watched the war; all the killing, happening below them from an airborne airship; where they were safe.

“Somebody help me, please…” Paul gasped desperately as tears started running down his face.

“Paul…” (Your Name) tried to touch his cheek to comfort him but Paul shuffled back into the corner of the tent.

“It's coming. I see a holy war spreading across the universe like unquenchable fire,” Paul felt trapped by the tent, his legs skidding into the ground as he tried to escape the claustrophobic space. “A warrior religion that waves the Atreides banner in my father's name. Fanatical legion worshiping at the shrine of my father's skull.”

“A war in my name! Everyone's shouting my name!” He was now yelling as he continued to shuffle around, trying to escape. His emotions and visions of the future were too much for him to handle.

(Your Name) had his hand over his mouth, his eyes watery at Paul's haunting words and how he was acting; wanting nothing more than to help the suffering boy.

Jessica gave the boy's shoulder a squeeze, knowing how he felt, before she moved closer to her son. “Paul Atreides. You are your father's son. You are my son. You are Duke Paul Atreides.” She kissed the side of Paul's head, hugging him, “You know who you are. You know who you are.”

“Get off me!” Paul yelled, the Voice coming through, strong, deep, and distorted.

(Your Name) jumped at his voice, backing away from the angry boy, along with Jessica. The (Hair Color) haired boy had never seen Paul like this. Never heard him yell like this. He's never been this angry. It scared him so much. Frightened him, even.

“You did this to me! You Bene Gesserit made me a freak!” Paul continued to yell.

Jessica's lips trembled at her son yelling at her, her tears freely running down her cheeks. While (Your Name) stared at Paul with fear.

Paul was breathing heavily, falling sideways onto the Stilltent ground. He steadied his breathing and looked up at (Your Name).

The sight of his fearful expression made him sob out, his voice wobbly, “(Your Name).... please… please don't look at me like that.”

(Your Name)'s tears fell down his cheeks, the frightened look on his face slowly going away and changed into a look of worry and sadness.

Paul reached a trembling hand out to him, “(Your Nickname)...”

The boy wasted no time and scrambled over to his broken best friend, his broken boy, collecting him in his arms, wrapping them around his body as Paul adjusted to a slouched kneeling position as his head went into (Your Name)'s chest.

“Please hold me… please…” Paul's sob was a mix of a plea and a beg, his tears freely running down his cheeks and landing on (Your Name)’s black shirt. His hands gripped the back of it, holding onto him like a lifeline. Like he was the only thing solid in the world he could hold onto.

(Your Name) nuzzled his nose into Paul's curly hair, arms becoming tighter as Paul repeated his plea into his chest. “Shhh…. it's alright, baby. It's alright.” He cooed. “It'll be okay,” the blue-eyed boy pressed soft kisses onto the top of his best friend's head.

Paul cried harder, “My father is dead.”

It took everything in (Your Name)’s power to not start crying aloud along with Paul. He felt tears roll down his cheeks. He sniffled softly, moving a hand into Paul's hair, carding his fingers through the curls, trying to soothe him. He moved Paul's head away from his chest and pressed their foreheads together. “I know… I'm so sorry,” He choked out before sniffling, “But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you, no matter what. I'll protect you from anything, even your darkest nightmares.” He whispered.

When he said that, he felt the branding pain in his back again. He pressed his lips together to muffle any pained noises that might come out of his mouth; ignoring the pain.

Paul looked at (Your Name) through his eyelashes, tears still running down his face. The closeness he felt to him brought more comfort than anyone he could imagine could.

Paul's hands traveled up (Your Name)’s back, his fingertips caressing it gently, making the boy shiver. His left hand stayed on his back while his right moved to the back of his neck to keep him in place. He felt (Your Name) soft gasp of breath against his lips, making them quiver.

Their eyelashes brushed as they closed their eyes, taking in their presence as they held each other, not wanting to let go. The only person who was keeping him together was (Your Name), and Jessica knew that as she watched the children in love comfort each other.

She realized in that moment that these two boys were in love with each other.

The childhood best friends stayed like this for as long as they wanted.

〰️

After a while, (Your Name) and Paul separated but the male kept the boy leaning on his side.

Pail placed his father's ring on his left index finger, looking grim as he did so.

(Your Name) took Paul's hand in both of his, brought it to his lips. He pressed a hard kiss onto his knuckles.

Paul gave the boy a feeble smile, leaning over and pressing a kiss against the crown of his head in return. The blue-eyed boy looked up in response, feeling a blush bloom onto his cheeks. Paul chuckled faintly at his reaction.

A beeping sound coming from a machine in the center of the tent interrupted the moment, “Someone is near.” (Your Name) whispered as he grabbed his jacket and put it on.

“You need to drink. It's recycled water from the tent.” Paul softly told his mother, voice hoarse as he handed her the bottle.

Jessica drank from it, making a face when she tasted it.

“Sweat and tears.” The two best friends said in sync, giving the older woman slight smiles.

“All right. Let's get out of here.” Paul helped (Your Name) up and then his mother.

The male grabbed the sand compactor and activated it while holding the small light. It started to move the sand. With (Your Name)’s help with him holding the sand compactor against the tent, Paul managed to crawl out of the sand dune. As he did, he saw the small mouse creature that he learned from his recording on Arrakis. It scampered away with a soft squeak.

“(Your Name) won't be happy about that.” He joked to himself, remembering when the boy asked if he could have one.

Paul got out and helped (Your Name) out before the two of them helped Jessica out.

Once they were all out, an ornithopter flew over them, landing on the desert sand.

(Your Name) immediately recognized who was the one piloting it. “It's Duncan.”

The three ran towards the Ornithopter as Duncan got out. Duncan came sprinting out to them, knocking the three back with a hug.

“My Lady, (Your Name), Paul..” He looked between the three, landing on Paul last, “I'm so sorry… your father…”

“We know.” Paul whispered sadly, looking down as the wind blew his curly hair around.

Duncan got on one knee, bowing and grabbing Paul's left hand to place it against his forehead, “ My Lord Duke.”

(Your Name), and Jessica looked to Paul to see his reaction. He was blank faced, showing no emotion, but he did place his free hand on Duncan's shoulder. The lack of reaction worried (Your Name).

Paul was no longer a scared little boy. He was now the Duke of Atreides.

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Author's Note: 100 followers?! Oh my God, thank you so much for the support!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 9: A Look Into the Future

〰️

The group was now in a stilltent in the desert while (Your Name), who has removed her jacket, sitting next to Jessica, watched Paul open up the fremkit.

Paul pulled out some sort of paper with a diamond drawn on it, unwrapping it to read it, “This is Dr. Yueh's handwriting.” Paul told the two. (Your Name) couldn't help but think back to what she witnessed earlier at the mention of his name. “If anyone makes it out of Arrakeen alive, there's an Atreides beacon in the fremkit. God willing they'll be able to find you.” Paul read the note.

He pulled out a thumper but stated there were no stillsuits. But then, he pulled out a cloth that wasn't supposed to be there. He unwrapped it and saw his father's ring, holding it in his hand. Just then, (Your Name) felt a pain in her chest, as she looked at the ring. She felt it when the Duke was hit with the hunter-seeker but it felt more intense. She clutched her chest and muffled her groans of pain by pressing her lips together. Her eyes welled up with unshed tears.

She turned to Jessica, who was trembling, suppressing her cries. She placed an arm around Jessica's shoulders, ignoring the pain in her chest. The older woman lent into the girl's touch, appreciating the comfort, while (Your Name) and Paul held eye contact.

Jessica saw (Your Name) clutch her chest when she saw the Duke's ring, knowing what it meant. Paul, meanwhile, was confused.

Once (Your Name) dropped her arm from around Jessica, she heard Paul coughing as he turned on a small light that showed spice. The girl's expression slowly turned into concern for her best friend.

Suddenly, Paul looked up slowly, eyes glazed like he was in some sort of trance.

In his vision, he saw (Your Name) in her outfit, walking along the sand. She turned around and smiled brightly, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling and her hair covering her face a little.

She kept smiling as she turned her head around again to show soldiers fighting. A brutal war was happening. One of the soldier's helmets lifted after taking down multiple enemy soldiers, revealing Paul with blue eyes, holding a knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

Paul had tears in his eyes, a few running down his face and (Your Name) couldn't help but wipe them away with her thumbs, her face now had a concerned look on it, while Paul's face showed fear.

“That's the future. It's coming.” He started muttering, “Holy war is spreading across the universe like unquenchable fire.”

(Your Name) and Jessica shared a look of concern, “Paul, you're scared. I can see it. Tell me, please, what do you see?” The mother whispered.

In this vision, he saw (Your Name) fighting a ton of Heartless with an assortment of magic and slashing at them with her Keyblade.

“(Your Name).... the Heartless…. a battle… between Light and Darkness.” He muttered.

‘It's just like my dreams. The Keyblade wielders were fighting the same battle.’ (Your Name) thought to herself. She was starting to feel uneasy.

"What do you fear?" Jessica asked Paul in a whisper.

“Somebody help me, please…” Paul gasped desperately as tears started running down his face.

“Paul…” (Your Name) tried to touch his cheek to comfort him but Paul shuffled back into the corner of the tent.

“A war in my name! Everyone's shouting my name!” He was now yelling as he continued to shuffle around, trying to escape. His emotions and visions of the future were too much for him to handle.

(Your Name) had her hand over her mouth, her eyes watery at Paul's haunting words and how he was acting; wanting nothing more than to help the suffering boy.

Jessica gave the girl's shoulder a squeeze, knowing how she felt, before she moved closer to her son. “Paul Atreides. You are your father's son. You are my son. You are Duke Paul Atreides.” She kissed the side of Paul's head, hugging him, “You know who you are. You know who you are.”

“Get off me!” Paul yelled, the Voice coming through, strong, deep, and distorted.

(Your Name) jumped at his voice, backing away from the angry boy, along with Jessica. The (Hair Color) haired girl had never seen Paul like this. Never heard him yell like this. He's never been this angry. It scared her so much. Frightened her, even.

“You did this to me! You Bene Gesserit made me a freak!” Paul continued to yell.

Jessica's lips trembled at her son yelling at her, her tears freely running down her cheeks. While (Your Name) stared at Paul with fear.

Paul was breathing heavily, falling sideways onto the Stilltent ground. He steadied his breathing and looked up at (Your Name).

The sight of her fearful expression made him sob out, his voice wobbly, “(Your Name).... please… please don't look at me like that.”

Her tears fell down her cheeks, the frightened look on her face slowly going away and changed into a look of worry and sadness.

He reached a trembling hand out to her, “(Your Nickname)...”

The girl wasted no time and scrambled over to her broken best friend, her broken boy, collecting him in her arms, wrapping them around his body as Paul adjusted to a slouched kneeling position as his head went into her chest.

“Please hold me… please…” Paul's sob was a mix of a plea and a beg, his tears freely running down his cheeks and landing on (Your Name)’s black shirt. His hands gripped the back of it, holding onto her like a lifeline. Like she was the only thing solid in the world he could hold onto.

(Your Name) nuzzled her nose into Paul's curly hair, arms becoming tighter as Paul repeated his plea into her chest. “Shhh…. it's alright, baby. It's alright.” She cooed. “It'll be okay.” She pressed soft kisses onto the top of his head.

Paul cried harder, “My father is dead.”

It took everything in (Your Name)’s power to not start crying aloud along with Paul. She felt tears roll down her cheeks. She sniffled softly, moving a hand into Paul's hair, carding her fingers through the curls, trying to soothe him. She moved Paul's head away from her chest and pressed their foreheads together. “I know… I'm so sorry,” She choked out before sniffling, “But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you, no matter what. I'll protect you from anything, even your darkest nightmares.” She whispered.

When she said that, she felt the branding pain in her back again. She pressed her lips together to muffle any pained noises that might come out of her mouth; ignoring the pain.

Paul looked at (Your Name) through his eyelashes, tears still running down his face. The closeness he felt to her brought more comfort than anyone he could imagine could.

The male's hands traveled up (Your Name)’s back, his fingertips caressing it gently, making the girl shiver. His left hand stayed on her back while his right moved to the back of her neck to keep her in place. He felt her soft gasp of breath against his lips, making them quiver.

The childhood best friends stayed like this for as long as they wanted.

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After a while, (Your Name) and Paul separated but the male kept the girl leaning on his side.

Pail placed his father's ring on his left index finger, looking grim as he did so.

(Your Name) took his hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips. She pressed a hard kiss onto his knuckles.

Paul gave the girl a feeble smile, leaning over and pressed a kiss against the crown of her head in return. The girl looked up in response, feeling a blush bloom onto her cheeks. Paul chuckled faintly at her reaction.

A beeping sound coming from a machine in the center of the tent interrupted the moment, “Someone is near.” (Your Name) whispered as she grabbed her jacket and put it on.

“You need to drink. It's recycled water from the tent.” Paul softly told his mother, voice hoarse as he handed her the bottle.

Jessica drank from it, making a face when she tasted it.

“Sweat and tears.” The two best friends said in sync, giving the older woman slight smiles.

“All right. Let's get out of here.” Paul helped (Your Name) up and then his mother.

The male grabbed the sand compactor and activated it while holding the small light. It started to move the sand. With (Your Name)’s help with her holding the sand compactor against the tent, Paul managed to crawl out of the sand dune. As he did, he saw the small mouse creature that he learned from his recording on Arrakis. It scampered away with a soft squeak.

“(Your Name) won't be happy about that.” He joked to himself, remembering when she asked if she could have one.