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NIGHTCALL

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Simple school life with Draco except you both live on the more dangerous side; willing to bend and break school rules for fun.

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, sexual talk, mentions of blood⚠️

Filch had caught you wandering the school corridors alone at night. Great. Although you weren't doing anything wrong and all you wanted to do was walk off a nightmare and stare out at the stars, he had been a stickler for the rules, and thus, you landed in detention.

The corridors were now full of bustling students; a contrast from the dead empty halls when the sun went down as you made your way to Professor Dumbledore's office, waiting to be given your detention assignment. Funny how being a Hufflepuff has only made you hate their usual standard of being a happy-go-lucky and lover of people. You despised basic social interaction, something that had started with anxiety in your youth and had stuck with you until now. You could always put on a brave smile and stick through a conversation, but once that was done they could count on you heading straight back to your dormitory.

You just liked to be alone.

But a particularly asshole-ish blonde boy with a daddy kink ruined that for you.

"Oi, (Y/N), why the fuck are you wearing a skirt?! It's freezing outside!" Draco stated as he ran up to where you were following Filch, most likely coming back from an intense test in potions; you inferred based off of the way he glared at Snape and how his usually gelled hair was now spiking up in odd places. Draco had a horrible habit of ripping out his hair when he was stressed; you wanted nothing more than to put one of those dog cones around his neck when his hair-ripping days got really bad.

"Because it's the fucking school uniform, Malfoy." You stated with a smile on your face. You guys always joke like this and it was very refreshing to poke fun when other students tend to be expectant of the fake nice all the time.

Draco mumbled something about how it was misogynistic to make women wear skirts in the winter for school uniforms (which he's right) as he removed his large green and silver Slytherin Quidditch sweater and forced it over your head.

Oh shit, that's hot as hell. Especially since you're a Hufflepuff.

You tousled his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You'll always be my bitch."

"Mhm. I enjoy it, actually."

He laughed and offered to hold your schoolbooks to which you declined. You had to go to detention which was on the opposite side of the school to where Draco had Herbology next. You memorized his schedule. Mainly because it was the same as your own with the only exception being that he had Defense Against the Dark Arts second period and you had it last.

"Why can't I hold them, where are you going? Or is this another one of your speeches about how you're not reliant on me?" He asked with a puzzling expression on his face. Merlin, he was cute.

"I have detention!" You stated with false enthusiasm, mainly because you knew it was over something stupid. You even threw in some jazz hands in the direction of your boyfriend.

"Oh. Is it because you left my dormitory late last night?" He asked.

Filch, who was standing idly waiting for you to finish your conversation so you could continue your path to Dumbledore's office, overheard this.

"Malfoy, you had a girl in your dorm? That's against school policy and you're going to have to follow me for detention as well." Filch sneered and pet Mrs. Norris who was placed so delicately in his arms. You hated that stupid cat.

"Draco you're a fucking idiot."

"Yeah but I'm your idiot." He smiled and grabbed your hand. "Change of plans, I guess we get to hang out today after all."

***

The walk to Dumbledore's office had been fun, you'd hate to admit it, but wearing Draco's sweater with him holding onto your arm and the stares it got you filled you with an unreasonable amount of pride. Like 'fuck yeah, I'm dating Malfoy, the hot mysterious boy who hates all of you but me.'

As you turned the corner you saw the Golden Trio sitting by the foyer steps and arguing about something stupid, Hermione trying desperately to fix Harry's glasses and Ron fiddling with his robes. You were friends with Harry,much to Draco's dismay, because you had grown up in Little Winging together. You had also been unaware of the magical world so when you two both received your Hogwarts letters looking at each other like a 'what the hell is this?' you had grown a close bond.

"Hey (Y/N)! I need your help picking up a package from Zonko's later if you're not busy." He said, approaching your spot in the hall.

Uh oh.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco sneered from next to you, looking in the direction of the tan boy with the scar glistening on his forehead.

"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry was immediately backed up by his friends as he stared the blonde boy down. You could tell he was a Gryffindor via the aura of unnecessary confidence radiating from him. Bright green eyes and broken glasses, you would've taken him to be the calm and composed type if you hadn't known him.

Draco flicked him in the nose, tightening his grip on your hand. "Absolutely nothing other than the fact that your ugly face disturbed my walk to detention," he gave his infamous sneer.

"Ha! Bleached blonde is going to detention! For what, being an arrogant prick?" Harry chortled with Ron laughing from behind. Hermione looked genuinely bored as she usually did and readied her wand in case this fight got serious. She knew Malfoy played dirty.

"Actually...." Draco began, "It's because I fucked your best friend." At this, he made a dramatic gesture by kissing your face roughly and flipping Harry off.

You, however, were not having it.

"And goodbye." You said as you left the boys to argue, following Filch the rest of the way towards the office.

***

Twenty minutes later, Draco sits next to you sporting a bruised cheek and a bloody lip. He looked really pissed, and now he had to spend his time sorting letters in the Headmaster's office.

"Babe, what happened?" You asked with a voice full of worry as your hand went to glide up to his lip as you assessed the damage. You were gonna yell at Harry for this later.

Draco (who was fine) saw that you were concerned and willing to baby him so he made everything sound worse than it actually was.

"You left and then Potter said something about how I didn't deserve to be with you so I got mad and then he hit me." He quivered his lip for a dramatic effect.

"Awh poor ferret." You smiled a bit and he scowled as he was used to getting called that stupid nickname.

"It was one time."

"Yeah, but that Transfiguration was funny as hell."

"Oh shut it." He said, pretending to be angry as he picked up the neglected letters on the mahogany table. He looked frazzled with his hair all messed up and a bloody lip, but it was a good look on him. Maybe it was hot, even.

***

"Potter you fuckass where are you?" You asked, stepping into the Gryffindor dormitory in response to the fight he had with your boyfriend. You were friends with Harry, sure, but you weren't about to let him mess with Draco's pretty face. Especially since you stared at it all the time.

The boy in question was sitting with his legs crossed by the fireplace, playing with the tassels on one of his House scarves. You sat down next to him and stared at him before laughing. Draco had definitely done more damage to Potter's face.

With a black eye and cut running alongside his nose, Harry looked towards you and smiled. "You're starting to sound a lot like Malfoy with your incessant swearing."

You laughed and moved his curly hair away from his face. "I would like it if you didn't destroy my stuff, Potter. I happen to like Draco's face and I would prefer for it to be intact when I see it."

Harry fake gagged at this as he rolled his eyes. "I'm more hurt than he is, and I've known you for longer." He said with a smile.

"You can handle it, you fought Voldemort once or twice, killed a Basilisk, got crushed by the Whomping Willow, Broke your godfather out of Azkaban, Won the Triwizard Tournament, Exiled Delores Umbridge......do I need to continue?" You situated your head comfortably in his lap looking at the ornate ceiling above you.

"As much as I appreciate you listing my accomplishments, I think I'd prefer a bandaid for my face."

"I'm surrounded by babies." You laughed as you went to grab your wand to conjure up a bandaid.

"Hey (Y/N)," Harry began, watching you get up, "What do you see in him anyways? He's my worst enemy."

"Over the Dark Lord?" You joked.

"Serious."

"Okay, okay," you started, sticking the small bandage onto his cheek. "I guess I like him for things you wouldn't be able to understand. You really don't know him all that well."

Harry looked at the fire tentatively in thought as he pondered over your response. What is it about the bitch that he didn't know already? Other than the fact that his blonde hair wasn't real or that he one time accidentally tripped on the way to Quidditch practice and landed in a mud puddle when he thought no one was watching? What is it about him?

"Eh sure, okay I guess I trust your judgement."

"Good." You said, going to lay back down on his lap. "When did you want to head out to Zonko's?"

***

Back at the Hufflepuff dorm, you found yourself making Chamomile tea and filling it up with coffee creamer; a delicious trick you learned from one of your best friends under the Ravenclaw house. You made one for Draco since you knew he would come visit you soon and ask for a cup before you situated yourself at the small table in the lounge area.

The Hufflepuff dorm was nothing short of beautiful. Whereas the other houses prided themselves in their luxurious architecture, the Hufflepuffs had built their home focused more on comfort and tranquility rather than perfection and style. It was a large round building with equally round windows that let in the sunlight, and was covered in plants that were sparadically placed on the ceiling. The big couches were mismatched and comfy and some of them had patches that were fixed up by the more artsy Hufflepuffs within the commons. To describe it as a smell would be to say that it is similar to petrichor- the earthy smell that follows after the rain; and sandalwood incense, courtesy of one of the Scamander children.

"(Y/N)?" You heard your name and mumbled a 'yeah' in response, holding out Draco's mug of tea and waited for him to situate himself beside you on the sofa as he always did.

He took the mug from your left hand and placed it on the side table, also placing yours beside it. Guess he wasn't thirsty.

Instead, he laid down on you in a way similar to how you were with Harry earlier except he had placed your hand on his face. "Do you want to sneak out again tonight?"

"You liked detention that much, huh?" You snarkily responded and kissed him softly on the head.

"Listen. I want to play music and run through the halls. I think it'd be fun, unless you're too much of a pussy to do it." He sneered.

"Why do people use pussy as a word to describe something that is weak and balls to describe strength? Women bleed every month with an excruciating pain equivalent to that of a heart attack, whereas you could flick a man in the penis and he would cry about how much it hurt." You said as you picked up the neglected tea from the table and took a sip.

"That's a good point." He said looking up at you.

"I know." You smiled back down at him, messing with his tie that he never knew how to wear properly so it always hung loose under his collar. He was really pretty. So you decided to vocalize your thoughts.

"You're really pretty." You said looking directly into his eyes.

"Wow, a compliment coming from your lips and not an insult. I'm not used to this side of you." He joked and booped your nose.

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

"And there it is."

And wow, were you in love. His sharp and angular face with piercing grey eyes and a soft smile to match. His hair that framed his face perfectly when it wasn't gelled back (or being pulled out) was shining under the soft glow of the sunset. He looked nothing short of ethereal, laying on your lap like this. If someone had told you in your first year that you'd end up in this position with the Slytherin prince himself, you would've laughed in their face. Now, you couldn't imagine a time where he didn't come to see you on the days you weren't swamped by homework.

"Draco."

"Yuh huh?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

He squinted against the bright light as he looked up at your face. "Well I would hope so."

"Just thought I would remind you."

***

Night fell and when everyone else was supposed to be wearing their pajamas, you were slipping on your jeans and Draco's sweater. You didn't really want to get into trouble again since you wanted to finish your episode of Euphoria after classes tomorrow instead of in a cold room sorting through letters, but you couldn't deny Draco of his idea. You were excited to spend more time with him and you realized that he was one of your favorite priorities.

"Ready to go?" He asked from the end of your bed, still wearing your sweater over his school uniform. "I feel like if we wear our robes it'll be fun since they'll flow when we run."

"How deeply did you think about this, Malfoy?" You asked tauntingly.

"Arguably too much." He stated back, rustling through his satchel.

"Relax, I'm excited too. After you, ferret." You opened up the door and motioned for him to be the first one out after you had put on your Hufflepuff robes.

Draco led you through the Hufflepuff common room being very careful not to wake anyone up. Hand in hand and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you made your way to the entrance of the hallway. Once you were in the clear, you slipped through and followed him into the brightly lit corridor.

"(Y/N)."

"What?" You ruffled up his hair and smiled.

"Tag, you're it." He grinned like a maniac and took off in the opposite direction.

"Oh Malfoy you little shit." You mumbled under your breath, making sure to stay quiet as you guys were still breaking the rules.

I'm giving you a Nightcall to tell you how I feel

He's running extremely fast, left , right, left and then right again as he makes it near impossible for you to catch up. You sprint past the open windows, the blue night sky littered with stars entering your peripherals as you make your way to Draco. The castle was such a wonder at night, it was a shame that most students would go their whole time at the school without seeing it. The candles that lit the gothic hallways were enchanted to never go out, always keeping away the dark; which could possibly be seen as a metaphor for the magic of Hogwarts itself.

One foot after the other, robes flowing around you, (Draco was right about the dramatic effect of the wardrobe change) and the red flush on your cheeks you round the corner before you're abruptly grabbed from behind and hidden behind one of the corners of the pillars by the windows. Confused, you look up to see your boyfriend very much out of breath and very flushed.

"Draco wha-"

"Shhhh. Snape."

You carefully peered out from where the two of you were situated as you caught a glimpse of the greasy-haired man rounding the corner at the end of the hall.

"Coast is clear." You said, withdrawing from Draco's grasp.

"That was a close one. I contemplated letting you get caught." He snickered.

You lightly hit him on the chest and smiled.

"You're it."

I wanna drive you through the night, and down the hills

You ran in the opposite direction of the professor and made your way to Draco's favorite spot in the whole castle: the Astronomy tower. From there, you would be able to watch the stars encircle the balcony which showed the view of the Quidditch Stadium and everything else beyond.

Draco knew where you were heading, of course. It was where you usually ended your nightly encounters and enjoyed the company of one another, laying on each other's stomachs as you pointed out constellations in huffs and puffs.

He can't remember a time where he felt this happy. He used to think his happiness came from letters from his father, or fancy gifts from his mother. He thought the definition of love was how much you were willing to spend on the other person. Now, he realizes that love is defined by the way your eyes looked at him when you shared teas at the Three Broomsticks or the way you held his head in your hands when you kissed him in his room. It was the way you got excited over the smallest things like wearing his clothes or holding his hand. It was things like the way you sneezed or how you tied up your hair when casting spells. It was you.

I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear

Heading up the Astronomy tower, you made your way to the top, Draco in tow.

"Got you." He said as he wrapped you in a hug from behind, giggling as you squirmed in his arms.

"Ah you fucker."

"Hey, watch your mouth, bitchass."

The two of you laid down on the cool linoleum and assumed your positions on top of each other, taking in the warm night air. You could hear Draco's heart beating at a very fast rate due to his chaotic running and the sound soothed you. Just knowing that you had him by your side was enough for this moment to be perfect.

I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear

Tracing your finger over his Dark Mark, you called him beautiful. It was a part of himself that he had concealed from you for a long time and he finally trusted you enough to be open about it.

"How is something so destructive beautiful in your eyes?" He asked with a sad smile.

"Because it's a part of you." You replied and wound your hands through his hair, kissing him and taking in his scent of cigarettes and peppermint.

***

"(Y/N). I thought you got detention for sneaking off to Malfoy's room last week?" Harry asked you in Charms as he fiddled with his quill and ink. "Or did you have doubts about being in Hufflepuff?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" You asked, giving him a quizzical look.

Harry just laughed and you followed his eyes down to your tie that was placed delicately around your neck. With the bright green and silver stripes, there was no mistaking it for anything other than that of the Slytherin house. You must've mixed up your ties when you decided to end the night in Draco's room.

"Ah shit balls." You said as you fiddled with the knot, trying to take it off.

"(Y/N)." You heard a familiar voice from behind you and Harry slowly approaching where the two of you sat at the table.

Draco looked lovely. His hair was slicked back perfectly, trousers and shirt freshly ironed, and silver rings adorning his fingers. The only thing that seemed out of place was the bright yellow tie that was much too small for him knotted hastily around his neck.

"Draco, I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

"Wanna switch sweaters again, too?"

His response caught you by surprise as he grinned from ear to ear. He was enjoying this attention from other people as they realized you two were wearing each other's clothes.

"You guys are gonna get detention." Piped Harry from your left which just led to Draco excessively rolling his eyes and placing his hands on his hips.

"Great, we'll just fuck there too."

"Draco!"

You felt your ears get hot but hey, everyone in the whole school had to have known by this point based on your wardrobe since this morning.

You looked towards Harry, expecting some form of shock or disgust to appear on his face, making itself known with the discovery of you and Draco's free time activities. Instead, he was laughing. Really hard.

"I'll hand it to you, Malfoy. I haven't seen her look that horrified since Ron told her in our second year that he had used her toothbrush to give Scabbers a bath."

"Annoying her is my favorite activity." Sighing, your boyfriend sat down next to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Did... Did he and Harry just agree on something?

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It's Okay to Not be Okay

Billy Hargrove X Reader

You finally open up to your boyfriend about how you've been feeling and you're met with a side of him you didn't realize existed.

⚠️ Warnings: MENTIONS OF AN ED, slight angst, slight swearing? Affectionate Billy ⚠️

Sitting outside on the steps to your boyfriend's house, you felt a pit in your stomach as you contemplated what words to use next. In the grand scheme of things, you didn't think your eating habits would be something to worry about with the Upside Down existing, but your boyfriend had you sit down to explain to him what exactly was going on. You supposed that it wasn't fair to keep him out of the loop like this, but you just really didn't want him to worry. You were doing a good job at concealing it for the most part until you had fainted earlier that evening.

"Hey." Billy said, coming out from the house with a bottle of water in his hands. He gently set the drink by you and joined you on the stairs while you looked up at the night sky. It was pretty but you would've enjoyed it more if you weren't about to have the conversation you were going to.

"Hey." Was all you said, not turning to look at him for fear of what he might do or say. Billy had always been somewhat of a menace to others and had been known to be forceful when things didn't go his way. You were usually met with his softer side, or what you supposed would be softer actions. You wondered if that would hold through to tonight. He didn't seem angry when he placed his hand on your leg, gently rubbing the spot and chewing on his lip in concentration. He was at a loss for words.

When he finally figured out exactly how he wanted to go about the situation, he spoke up, "(Y/N), Are you okay? Please don't just say yes because you feel you have to."

Your eyes started to feel droopy with oncoming tears but you pushed them down. It wasn't all the time that you were emotional with him but when he treated you as though you were the whole world, it was hard for you not to be.

Your eyes met his and you noticed how stern but worried he looked. His expression wasn't one you were expecting, to say the least. It was a nice surprise however and you felt your bones become heavy as you let yourself sink into his arms.

"Billy." You said, in between sobs as you finally let go of the words you had been wanting to say for so long.

"(Y/N)."

"I'm having a hard time eating." You said, feeling the words slip off your tongue into reality. It never felt real or like a necessity to talk about until this very moment as your lover stared you in the eyes. You felt him stiffen as you let go into his chest and as one weight lifted, another one fell.

"I know." Was what he replied with, moving his arms to wrap around you and push your hair back behind your ears. This only made you sob harder into his chest. "I've known this whole time but I didn't want to treat you as though you weren't capable of handling yourself. I should've said something sooner."

Getting up from his chest, you tried to wipe the tears off your face in a haste to stop this emotion from taking over. Surprising you with his actions once more, he held your hands gently to stop you from wiping them.

"Don't." He said, rubbing small circles onto your skin. "Let them fall. It's okay."

Billy let you cry some more in his arms as he lit a cigarette. He took a drag and then handed it to you, allowing for you to calm yourself down with the drug. Thanking him silently, you move in closer to his touch and allow for his arms to consume you entirely like the depressive episode you were having. Of course Billy had known. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The nights you would go to bed without eating anything he made for the two of you and all of the times you would pass up dinner dates. The breakfasts you spent together where you would insist that a stick of gum was plenty enough to hold you over until lunch and then not meeting him in the cafeteria. He had known all along, but he didn't know how to help you when you didn't know how to help yourself. He wanted to save your ego.

You started to laugh a little bit as you handed the cigarette back up to Billy to which he placed between his fingers and let a small smile loose.

"I missed that noise, where had you been hiding it all this time?" He asked, gently poking you in the sides to try and get another laugh out.

"You were trying to boost my ego." You said, turning up to look at him. That was when you saw a small tear threatening to slip out of his eyes. He was too concentrated on the stars above as he took another drag and listened to what you had to say. You didn't want him to know that you had seen the tear, so you adverted your gaze back to its original position. Now you were the one who was saving his ego.

"No. I just didn't want you to think that I would treat you like you weren't the badass I know and love." He said, passing the cigarette back over to you.

"Would I still be that badass if I asked for a little help every now and then?" You asked, trying to state your insecurity to him in a way that would be a bit playful in fear that you were dropping too much on him. He smiled at you with those beautiful eyes that you fell in love with time and time again.

"Of course." He said with absolute certainty before leaning over and placing a hand on the side of your cheek.

The stars may have been beautiful tonight, but Billy was more beautiful.

Promise pt. 3

PAUL ATREIDES X READER

You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.

You were unsure when it hit you as to what Paul was truly trying to accomplish. Was it when you were ready to draw your blade or when he looked you dead in the eyes with that godforsaken beautiful expression on his face? It was just unfair how he was able to halt your motions by looking at you; his grey-blue pupils looking brighter than the Arrakian sun as the moons shone down from above. It would've been an easy kill, really. But something told you that your plan wasn't going to work out.

In hesitation, you removed your hand from the hilt of your knife and allowed yourself to be lost in his gaze. Suddenly, he placed his lips on yours. You had heard of kissing before, but only in the books on the old worlds that the Harkonnens had within their library. Never thinking to experience it, you hadn't prepared yourself to combat it. In a way, it was more difficult than going over battle strategies or studying the history of The Imperium.

But to your surprise....you enjoyed kissing Paul.

He slowly moved himself away from you, looking into your eyes to try and get a glimpse of an emotion from you; any emotion at all would suffice. He felt warm as he enveloped himself into the embrace that was your kiss; thinking over and over his actions and pondering the potential consequences of them. Your eyes glimmered with something that he was unable to make out in the dark but he knew it was a ferocity equivalent to anger. But then, everything changed. Your face had softened and your eyes grew slightly wet. To say he was astonished by the fact that you could have any other emotion than coldness was an understatement. But he did know that he wanted to capture that look into his memory for as long as he lived.

And then- the impossible happened. You smiled.

"Paul..." Before you could get another word out, his lips were upon yours again, this time more feverishly. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as you forgot completely about the mission you were forced to pursue. The only thing your mind was capable of thinking was the boy in front of you.

Pulling away once more, he rested his head to yours. There was a softness that had entered the room now that all formalities had come to an end; the sound of heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard as you allowed the gap between the two of you to proceed once more.

"I've thought about doing that for a while now. I didn't think I would ever be granted the chance." He smiled.

"Paul." You said.

"Hm?"

"You just made my job a lot easier."

Suddenly a large boom could be heard from the outside. Before he had time to ask you what you meant, a brilliant orange light filled the window above and covered the dark night littered with stars. Something was burning.

He jumped up from where he was laying and immediately ran to the hallway, in hopes of glancing at some of the guards who would tell him what was going on. For the second time that night Paul was astonished. There were no guards anywhere in the vicinity. In fact, everything seemed dead besides from the war that raged outside.

You exited the room right after Paul. Heading for the stairs, you ran to make your way outside. This was it. Vladimir must've finally engaged in his plans. The coolness of the slab floor beneath your feet and the crisp air of the hallway was oddly enough like a slap in the face; a universal gesture saying, "This is it. Run for it."

Taking in harsh breaths as he watched your descent, Paul pushed back his hair and beelined towards his room. Throwing open the door in his haste, he quickly threw on a pair of training clothes and started to search for his shield. Once he found it, he would be able to slip it on and use it to withhold enemy attacks. Hopefully, they weren't familiar with technology from Caladan, whomever these attackers were. He quickly remembered the Hunter-Seeker from earlier. That wasn't a typical gadget known to Arrakis. Yet they had known.

Throwing a cape over his shoulders, he made his way to the commotion.

⌛⌛⌛

Jessica threw water over her still features as she glanced at herself in the mirror. There was something odd about the way her face had taken shape over the past couple of days, and she wondered if it could be sinking in due to her stress from the move. Arrakis wasn't her ideal home, but she was learning to make do with what she had considering she didn't have a choice in the matter. If Paul was really proven to be the Muad'Dib, then he wouldn't have been able to fulfill his prophecy on Caladan. Not that that was her reason for moving, but it was definitely an image that plagued her mind. Her son, all grown up. Constantly living in danger.

It was every parent's dream.

Sighing to herself, she fixed the straps on her nightgown and opened the door to her shared bedroom with the Duke Leto. The room itself was a dark brass color with ancient inscriptions on the walls and ceilings and an abundance of space. It was intimate with the way the room was dimly lit with candles; something again that she didn't see a lot of on Caladan. Her home used to be dark and gothic, with a clear view of grey skies and rain through every window. It was beautiful and perfect. And now she was stuck in a summery wasteland.

Sighing to herself, she slipped into the silky sheets that adorned the top of her mattress. The Duke's side of the bed was cold, as usual, meaning that there was something keeping him in the office; he would probably just sleep among the books again if given the change. The truth was, Jessica didn't like being alone, no. It was a type of loneliness that festered within the very being of her soul when it came to the nights she would find herself with only her thoughts to keep her company. Bene Gesserit, Muad'Dib, the Crysknife. Anything and everything that would pull on her heartstrings until awaking the next morning became a feat in itself.

And that mischievous son of hers. There was no way that he was staying out of trouble, not with you around. Jessica saw every glance in your direction that you didn't; Paul had quickly become infatuated with you. Whether it was because of the close proximity in age or if it was the brief conversations beforehand, she was surprised that her son had taken interest in a servant girl. No matter, he would eventually come to his senses.

One thing was for certain though. Jessica did not like you.

She tried to place her finger on exactly what it might be, but she just couldn't figure out why she found you so detestable. It had nothing to do with her son's intentions and everything to do with your demeanor. You were strong and held a face of power that all the servants she had met in her life didn't have. Almost like...almost like a Bene Gesserit.

As Jessica threw back her covers in realization, the house shook with the first blast of the enemy attack.

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"Ataraxia!" Paul huffed after you once he caught a glimpse of your frame on the desert sands below. Cloak whipping around you, you held something close to your chest as you ran across the cool sands and towards the ships that started to invade the sky. With the fire burning behind you and the blaring of the bombs above, it was truly a sight to be seen as chunks of sand and ship debris flew around the night sky. The stars twinkling overhead managed to look so innocent compared to the rest of the setting; Paul being similar. The innocence that filled his eyes upon catching your gaze once you turned around at the sound of your name. His hair flying about and his nervous stance added to his confusion as you started to walk towards him.

"I promised to take your head. But if you wish to go with me entirely, I can't complain. My uncle desires your death more than the Fremens desire that cursed spice." You tried to voice your words with anger; getting closer and closer to the boy who had it coming from the start. It wasn't fair for him to do this to you, not now that you were so far into the game already. This kiss had really set you off and now you didn't know what to make of yourself. It wasn't fair. What compelled you to act like this?

Paul reached for the shield in his pocket and then- it hit him. Why you acted the way you did. What drew him in. You were never an ally to him or his family. The name Harkonnen filled his mind like a violent poison, reaching every crevice of his soul and leaving a dark empty void within him. It polluted the very veins within him, ripping out his heart and leaving a vile taste in his mouth. You were a traitor.

"O-oh." Was all he managed to say as he placed his hand on his chest in hopes to still his breathing. A dark and solemn look suddenly appearing on his face; he composed himself and gathered every ounce of strength within him as he prepared for a fight, remembering back to everything that Hawat had taught him. Turning on his shield, he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to change the image in his mind of you to become the enemy and not a lover, but to no avail. He couldn't hate you even if he tried to.

"Seriously, how dense do you have to be?" You said, expecting to be reveling off the fact that he had fallen directly into your trap. Yet something in you felt off. Paul was hurt and for some reason, it hurt you too.

"Ataraxia -"

"It's (Y/N)." You corrected him, now finally being able to give away your true name instead of going undercover with that stupid alias your uncle had made. "(Y/N) Harkonnen." Another blast of light was seen in the sky with a loud boom that followed. A piece of one of the Harkonnen ships flew overhead and landed about forty feet behind Paul, giving you the distraction you needed to attack. Without giving it too much thought, you ran forward and made a quick motion with your knife to try and slit Paul's throat. He must've anticipated this, for in a second his hands gripped both your wrists to try and hold you down. With surprise, you knee him in the stomach and drop down to grab your knife, placing it up to his throat once more. The shield around him started to burn with the color red as you held the knife in close contact, trying to break the device with the longer you held it there.

"Atara-(Y/N)! You don't have to do this!" Paul managed to get out between huffs. He used his previous training to break out of your grasp and to pin your arms behind your back, both of you falling to the sand. He holds you in place as you squirm in his grip, staring at him from above.

"You know, I might've actually enjoyed this under different circumstances." You kicked him in the face and waited for his natural retaliation before jumping up and pushing him back down, kicking him in the face and spraying blood from his nose onto the brown earth below. He had a gash along the underside of his chin and most definitely a broken nose. However; you hated to admit that he was still beautiful, even all bashed up and bruised.

"Oh fuck off." He spat and swerved out of the way before you could kick him again.

Just then the ground started to shake but in a way that was both familiar....and alarming. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach as your brain put two and two together, knowing that the imminent threat of danger was Paul no longer. It was the Shai Hulud that buried itself deep within the sands.

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(AN: Part four coming soon! Thank you all for being so patient with the third installment! 💛🦐)

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DUNE

Paul Atreides:

Promise: (Part One) You've made a promise to the Harkonnens to end the Atreides bloodline once and for all, working on the inside to take them down. It really sucks that your sworn enemy is hot.

Promise: (Part Two)

(Romance/Slight Angst/Enemies to Lovers)

Promise: (Part Three)

(Romance/Slight Angst/ Enemies to Lovers)