Grains of Sand – Part II
Pairing: Paul Atreides x reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: Arrakis is the only home you’ve ever come to know. So when brutal outsiders begin to destroy your lands, you begin to dream of a man – a boy, and an ancient prophecy comes true.
Warning(s): Action and violence, descriptions of injuries, slight angst + MEGA FLUFF, (Paul standing up for & falling in love with reader)
Warning(s) PT 2: CONTAINS SPOILERS AND DESCRIPTIONS FOR SPICE MELANGE. (I.E. - Spice Trance + Orgy)
A/N: Now before everyone goes crazy, the “orgy” isn’t a real sexual orgy (although it exists in the book) So don’t worry. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
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Various forms of clouds littered the sky which brought on a cooling effect to the castle’s waterfront. Furious sets of impending waves crashed against the cliffside, which guarded the tall castle. Soaking in what little sun there was, the boy breathed in the salty sea air, taking in one last look at his childhood home, for he may never see it again.
Boarding numerous transport ships, the House Atreides family embarked to the city of Arrakeen, where like so many others before, Paul would be tested.
And his destiny was about to begin.
Gripping Stilgar’s arm tighter, the two of you sluggishly crawled through a vile sandstorm. Reaching forward with your free arms, you follow the fearless Fremen leader as harsh pellets of sand and Spice hit your goggles.
“How much further?” You shouted against the sand, feeling as if your own two feet were sinking.
“Just a bit! We’re home over the clearing!” Stilgar replies, pointing at the direction that leads to the entrance of your home.
Trudging closer to the mountains, you blindly reach for the rocky walls, and stop with your exhaustion beginning to take its toll. Resting against the jagged textures, Stilgar unclips a tether from around his belt. Tying the band around your waist, the man takes your hand, as the two of you prepare to enter the sanctuary.
Sinking to the floor, multiple of your kind lead you and Stilgar deeper into the winding caves, where a hot meal and fresh clothes await you both.
The deep red and orange flames of the fire bounce off the cave walls, casting your shadow behind you. Scraping your metal spoon against the inside of your bowl, you sigh at the foods flavour; regardless if it’s a ration pack. Glancing toward Stilgar, you silently admire his blue eyes, with the way they glow in the dark, to how they prove his way of life.
Picking up your goggles, you prepare to place them around your face, but the man sitting at your side stops you.
“No, child! No! Do not remove your field of vision from your people. While you may not have the Eyes of Ibad, but you’re still one of the Fremen. Regardless of how long you’ve been here. Even your Grandfather saw it, he dreamed of your father, who then dreamed of you.” Stilgar explains, taking your goggles from around your neck.
A brief pause fills the air and you take another bite of food.
“If what you sense is true, then this boy will bring us better days. Especially for you. So don’t let their words distract from your feelings.” He says, placing his hand on your shoulder, and a small smile fills your lips.
“Thank you.” You reply.
Wiping your hands together, you set the bowl down when another Fremen member, Yuli, comes rushing in with bated breath.
“Stilgar, come quickly! We’ve encountered two survivors from the ridge!” She gasps, taking deep breaths to recover.
Quickly jumping to your feet, you trail behind Stilgar and Yuri, patiently awaiting to encounter the survivors.
Running into the main hubble of your home, you quietly stop from Stilgar, and sense a presence in the thin tunnels. Walking through a hand-carved tunnel, you come to the end, and are greeted by someone’s back. Turning to face you, you’re greeted with the face of the boy on the beach. The boy you’ve been dreaming of.
He was right in front of you at last.
Lowering his Crysknife, the boy begins to recognize who you are. Gazing into his eyes, they remain the same as yours, untouched by the Spice.
“Come, I’ll show you an easier way down.” You advise, leading the boy back to the main center of the cave.
Joining Stilgar, the boy then steps next to a woman, who you assume is his mother. After introducing themselves to the rest of your people, Paul and Lady Jessica pick their own names, while the remainder of the Fremen gather in a circle, cracking open a few jars of Spice and its essence.
Sparking a wild bonfire, various Fremen begin to dance and sing around the flames, while raising glasses of preciously stored alcohol, chanting the wonders from the drug’s intake. Covering your mouth from the dull orange gas, you leave the room, hoping to find a safer place to be alone.
Gazing over the smooth pool, a new single droplet of water fell from the filtering stalactite above. Hovering your hand over the surface of the underground reservoir, you lightly giggled at the reflective designs of light covering your hand.
“Hey, I thought I’d find you here. You aren’t enjoying the party?” Paul asks, coming into the room.
“No, the Spice trances are not for me. The first one I ever joined gave me nightmares for almost a month.” You reply, turning to him.
Folding his hands behind his back, Paul maintains a respectable stance toward you can’t help but blush with a bit of shock as you still cannot wrap how the boy you’ve been dreaming about is here.
Opening his mouth to speak, Paul quickly retracts what he was originally going to say, and replaces it with something more friendly, yet apologetic.
“I’m sorry to hear about your brother. Stilgar told me what happened. I know what that’s like, to lose someone close to you.” He says, stepping closer to you to glance at your reflections in the pool.
“It’s alright. It is bound to happen to all of us at some point.” You reply, rubbing your thumbs together.
Nodding to give you an answer, Paul extends his hand towards you, and opens his palm. Two singular pieces of orange Spice sit in the center of his hand. Taking a piece for yourself, you hold the now sticky substance in your fingers.
“Together?” He asks.
“Together.” You reply, taking your piece from his cool palm.
Eating the Spice at the same time, flashes of the future blink before your very eyes. But before you have time to think, Paul backs you into a corner of the room. Multiple shared visions scatter across your senses as the Atreides boy asks you a question, but your hearing is muffled.
Nodding in response, Paul takes the base of your neck with his thumbs, and almost madly presses his lips on yours. Deepening the kiss, his light pink lips mold perfectly with yours, as if they were meant for you.
Whether it be the Spice, or your newly discovering your undying love for each other, visions of the intimate future dash behind the darkness of your eyes. From the dunes of Arrakis exploding in the middle of the day, to the presence of the remaining members of House Atreides preparing for a much greater threat, you feel your head begin to overflow with information.
Breaking away from Paul, a sharp stinging pain shoots through your nose, as your dark crimson blood drips from it. Covering your nose, Paul widely smiles, despite your injury.
“Y/N, look.” He says, pointing to the moonpool.
Stumbling to the pool, you once y/e/c have now fully transformed into a stunning pair of the eyes of Ibad. The blue within blue, the true eyes of a Fremen. Turning back to Paul, you embrace him with both arms, grateful that your Grandfather’s scriptures have come true.
The hot sun beats down on the small flattened boulder while Paul practices his fighting skills against a fellow Fremen wielding a sword. Watching your new devotee dodge the blade behind your goggles, Lady Jessica joins you on the sand, gently sitting next to you.
“He’s improving quickly. At this rate, the Fremen will be stronger than ever.” You say, drawing your attention from your doodles in the sand.
“I’m glad Paul’s been able to call this place home. I know the past few weeks haven’t been easy.” Jessica replies.
“I know, Arrakis continues to beat us to a pulp. Luckily Paul is able to bring us together.” You say, wincing when Paul is briefly knocked to the ground.
“And I am glad he found someone to share his destiny with.” Jessica states, turning her attention to you with a kind smile.
Offering her a smile in return, your attention is brought back to the fight as Paul manages to throw the Fremen over his shoulder, disarming him of his sword. In the far corner of the shade, a few girls cheer for Paul, however he does not pay attention to it, even when they run up to him to congratulate him.
Excusing himself, Paul jumps down from the boulder and makes his way to you. Removing your goggles, the Atreides boy lightly presses a kiss to your forehead while the girls’ once hurtful words no longer bother you, and your new pair of eyes adjust to the weather.
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