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♯ ❝ THAT'S NOT HOPE! ❞
CHAPTER NINETEEN ✧･ﾟ: *✧
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT TWO ── destiny calls 🪐

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           WHEN THE SUN STARTED TO RISE OVER THE HARSH DESERT, THE FEW FREMEN TRAVELING TO GO WITH LADY JESSICA MORE ACROSS THE NORTH WERE UP, AND CURRENTLY WALKING ALONG THE SAND OUTSIDE OF THEIR SIETCH. There was only a group going with her, since those were the ones who strongly believed and wanted to travel along side their lady despite them being told to stay with the two young adults.

           Distant murmur was heard through the air as the Fremen communicated with each other, and the noise of a thumper followed behind it. They were calling the sandworms to ride on, as this was their transport to one place and the other through the desert. This was very normal to them.

         Up on a rocky hill overlooking what was happening down below on the ground full of sand, (Y/N), now dressed in her stillsuit again stood beside her boyfriend— well fiancée now. She was lucky the suits covered most of her body, since Paul had decided to leave some very funny marks all over her skin, and she couldn't imagine trying to tell someone how she got them.

          It also explained why she was so sore in her thighs and behind area, once again thanks to her handsome future husband. And it didn't help her either, when every time she closed her eyes, flashes of his finishing face appeared in her mind, and how he felt inside of her. Especially his noises and touches. It drove her crazy, feral even.

         It sent shivers down her spine every time, and he knew that was because of him, what he had done before coming out to the desert. He felt all kinds of emotions once he figured it out by staring at her, but the biggest two was smugness and proud of his work.

          The blow through her growing (H/C) locks that were flowing behind her now, her not gloved hand intertwined with Paul's fingers beside her, as they stood in silence beside Jessica. All of them watching the Fremen prepare for travel, and didn't say a word to another as they did so.

         "Reverend Mother!" One of the Fremen called out to Jessica, who glanced a bit down with her blue eyes to the male shouting up to her from below on the sand near the other Fremen, "Your palanquin is ready!"

          Jessica pulled the material around her figure more, her wearing what the Reverend Mother 's usually have on which included robs and a headpiece. Her gaze flickered to the couple, sensing something was different about them but decided ignore that for now, "She say's you two should be coming with us." She speaks up finally, talking about the unborn baby in her stomach.

           "You know we can't." Paul's raspy voice filtered out a few seconds later, his hold on his fiancé's hand getting tighter as his eyes moved to his mother briefly, pulling the girl more to his side as he still was wary around his mother from what happened before.

         "...She's asking why."

          (Y/N) shuffled a bit in her spot feeling like she shouldn't get involved with this issue, but then again Jessica was including her when she was talking, "You know why." She mumbled out through a sigh, messy hair falling all over her forehead, "We must continue to fight down in the south and protect it, before we do anything else."

           Jessica's cheeks moved up a bit which made the markings on them crinkle also, slate-blue eyes staring at her as the rims of them had a serious tint to them, "She can tell when you lie." She hissed out in a low voice, before her head turned back away from the shocked girl, "Please don't lie to me."

         Paul scowled a bit at his mother for making (Y/N) uncomfortable, as he could see it in her face and body language. His other hand slipped up to her lower back gently, and pressed her flushed onto his side for comfort, as she was stuck in between the two of them sadly.

          "That is because our mother is spreading dangerous tales, and getting (Y/N) involved into your mess." His tone was just as low, and protective trying to be intimidating as much as he could, expression hard as he looked his mother up and down, "What is she saying now?" He asked about his unborn sister.

           Jessica pursed her lips in thoughts staring at her children's combined hands by each other sides, as a heavy exhale left her nose, "She reminds you that you two must reserve one of your hands, for the most strategic alliance." She drawled out, and her words made the air around the become tense, "She's also wondering why you don't believe in who you guys are."

"We do believe, I do believe-" (Y/N) now stepped into the conversation again, hardly believing what the woman whom practically raised her was saying to them, as a frown rested over her brows, "I know that I possess something that the Fremen praise and worship. I know that we are important to these people,"

           She points forcefully to the Fremen below them, voice getting louder by the second which unknown to her was making the sand in the desert start to tremble a bit, "I know that Paul and I, we can make a difference to this war. We're nearly at the gates of the city, I can see it now."

          "That's not what she means-" Jessica shakes her head with a strong voice, going to turn fully towards her daughter by Paul was already standing behind (Y/N) with a warning look and it made Jessica look back away from them slowly, "You don't think I always feel the weight of the prophecy."

          "It's not a prophecy. It's a story you keep telling." Paul sneered out through his teeth, no longer holding back on arguing with his mother who was in the wrong, forcing upon this prophecy onto him and (Y/N) which already made his blood boil at the fact his fiancé was in the center of it again, "But its not your story, it's theirs. They deserved to be lead by one of their own."

          (E/C) eyes lifted up a bit hearing the last words he spoke, a long breath being exhaled from her as her gaze was remorseful on the Fremen, "What your people did to this land is heartbreaking." She muttered out hoarsely, fingers gripping onto Paul's hand tighter as her heart clenches painfully, "It may not be your fault, Jessica, but those involved knew what they were doing. You knew too."

       "We gave them something to hope for-"

          As that backfiring sentence left her, it set off the engaged couple. Her face was a look of furry twisted into sadness glaring at Jessica, while Paul's bellowed loudly, "That's not hope!" His voice echoed around the area from how projected it was, as his jaw clenches giving his mother an incredulous stare.

          "That is not hope, Jessica." (Y/N) now spoke in a monotone voice off from her fiancée, him standing behind her now as she had turned to the mother, their drapes floating in the wind below their legs, "You may think it is, but it's taking away their sense to fight without the thought of some sort of God coming to aid, to save them. That's not freedom, nor hope. It's trapping them in a fantasy. Something they may need, yes, but not right now."

           When her speech was finished she shakes her head at the quiet Jessica, eyes dropping into clouded ones as she turned back to Paul, who wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He pulled her close to his chest, lips nuzzled on top of her head as they gaze out to the Fremen all huddled together in the desert, waiting for their Reverend Mother.

         "Reverend Mother, we have to go!" The same male Fremen called out from below, waving his gloved hand in the air to grab Jessica's attention from where she was on the rock, just as the sun was peaking over the sand dune's now.

          Jessica nodded her head even though the man couldn't see it, and turned towards the couple still raging with emotions. Her headwear ringed a bit when she lifted her hand up, gently grazing her fingers along (Y/N)'s cheek, causing both her and Paul to tense up not expecting that, as it was the same cheek she had clawed when Jessica first drunk the Water Of Life.

          "Take care of each other." Her tone and expression was now one of a caring mother, the one they both grow up with all those years, fond gaze flickering between them for one last time for a while, "I'll be waiting for you. All of us."

         Jessica's voice, once melodious and soft, took on an eerie transformation as it descended into a deep, distorted resonance. The words that escaped her lips seemed to reverberate with an otherworldly echo, sending a chill down (Y/N)'s spine, eyes wide when the woman gripped her chin too tightly for her liking.

         The corners of her lips curled upward with a predatory gleam in her eyes, betraying the hidden malice behind her facade of innocence. It was as though a dark shadow had crossed her features, transforming her expression into something unsettlingly sinister that made (Y/N)'s instincts scream caution.

          Her hand was suddenly pushed away roughly by a glaring Paul, his chest heaving up and down with a furious look across his face taking his fiance into his chest. He cradled the back of her head with his palm, blocking her startled figure away from Jessica who made her uncomfortable again, his cold eyes telling his mother to leave.

          The mother began to walk down the sand slowly now, carrying an aura of death and destructions behind her, that the duo both sensed when they watched her make her way down to the awaiting Fremen. (Y/N)'s head lifted up from Paul's chest for a second, as he exhaled shakily and pressed the tip of his nose against hers, as well as his forehead, silently reassuring her.

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             THE HARKONNES WERE PLANNING ANOTHER ATTACK ON THE FREMEN'T SIETCH, BUT STILL TIME WERE TRYING TO HUNT FOR THEIR SO CALLED CHALLANGERS, THAT GLOSSU HAD HEAR SOME MUCH ABOUT. Currently he had many ornithopter's in the hazy skies, traveling far and wide towards where they though the sietch was in the desert.

          Glossu bellowed his order to release the ammo they had in the crafts, as they were fired out and exploded into the massive sietch. A lot of flames were created because of that, rocks and rubble flying everywhere when they destroyed the sietch. However, what they didn't know was no one was currently in there.

         All the ornithopter's were slowly leveled to the desert flow from the skies, as they landed the aircrafts to bring down the hatch ramp for the soldiers to pile in out from. Glossu was one of them, but was too cocky not to wear full equipment like the rest of them.

          He lead the group through the dusty air that blocked their ability to see very well, but it didn't stop them from moving forward. The thopters' were leaving from the ground to create less noise, and left the Harkonnes all by themselves to fight.

          It was too eerily quiet around the area, which didn't set of any triggers or instincts within Glossu, who was too busy on the idea of killing the two people whom he came here to do so. The soldiers all moved in different directions to scope out the environment, using their communication devices to talk to one another.

          Glossu was in front of the army he had brought to all die unknowingly, a frown across his forehead as he squinted his eyes to see through the smoke. Yet, nothing was working and he had to rely on his other senses to help him, which weren't exactly doing him any favours.

         "Shai-Hulud! Muad'dib!" His deep voice roared out, it echoing around the cave as he still tries to look through the smoke that seemed to now get thicker around them all, "Show yourselves!"

          Whispers began to float through the air like delicate wisps of smoke, barely audible yet carrying an undeniable sweetness. They brushed against the Harkonnens ears with a softness that felt almost comforting, lulling them into a false sense of security.

          But then, like a sudden storm rolling in, the girls whispers began to change. They grew darker, the edges becoming jagged with an undercurrent of malice that sent a shiver down the enemies spines. The once gentle tones now took on a distorted quality, as if they were twisted by unseen forces, warping into something altogether more sinister.

          As her voice gained power, the whispers transformed into commanding echoes that reverberated through the air, filling every corner of the smoke with their intensity. At the same time, a solider had been shot straight through his chest, and knocked down dead before he could warn anyone.

          The voices were so loud that only the enemy could hear, was making them place their palms over their ears to stop it. But that was until it suddenly stopped, as another Harkonnen was taking out, but this time his neck was snapped sideways by an invisible force as he too dropped dead.

           Two figures were just barely seen through the smoke around them, their shadows being the only thing visible as they were too quick to actually see. Glossu's breathing picked up too into a heavier one, and continued to lead the unit through the area some more, unaware of the threat lurking in the dark.

          This time a solider's neck was once more snapped in half, but right in front of Glossu who saw the entire thing. It made him growl in furry, and take out his weapon from behind him, shaking it out as it falls to its full height in his hand. But even so, he still wasn't prepared.

          More and more Harkonnes began to drop to the floor like flies, some of them even being choked by that invisible force again before their necks were snapped, or they were tugged back into the fog, only hearing their screams for help that faded away slowly.

          Glossu's eyes squinted more when he came to a stop, hearing the familiar yells of Fremen chanting two specific names of the people he wanted to kill. His heart was in his throat when he saw a hooded figure coming towards him through the smoke, that spilt into another one that came out from behind the first.

          And he knew he had to flee like a coward when he started to feel pressure around his throat, like something was choking him without being there. His hands flew to his throat to claw at it, as he struggled to breath but it didn't stop him from tripping on over, and turning around to run.

           A spark of fire was lit up from the distance, which showed who faces of the two mystery figures was. A hand pushed out from the smoke outstretched, and the glaring face of (Y/N) came out second, the face to the hand. Beside her out came from the smoke was Paul, who coldly watched Glossu run away from them.

           The Fremen now attacked the fleeing Harkonnens, all of them feeling more powerful from having the couple on their side and fighting with them. They took down many that were running, either tackling them or stabbing them with their crysknife. A few of them had bigger guns, which were taking down their only mods of transport to get away.

          Glossu no longer could feel the air leaving him from the force around his throat, and felt a lot lighter when he had jumped onto the ramp of the ornithopter. It soon took off from the ground when he was holding on, and he turned back to see what was happening.

         Chaos was being brought onto his kind, the Fremen destroying them all and winning. More fires were burning down below, and he felt his stomach churn in fear when he spotted the figure of (Y/N) on the ground, with her raged glare strained on him.

         Her chin was raised up into the air for a few seconds focusing on the aircraft, until she gritted her teeth and snapped her head down, which automatically cause the ornithopter he was on to buckle back, and spin out of control in the air.

         A bellow escaped him when he slipped down the ramp, fumbling to grab onto the sides of the ship as he just managed to grip onto the metal, before his body was completely falling off. He pulled himself back up with a yell, and landed onto the ramp breathing heavily.

         The ornithopter was back into control now also as they got further and further away from the war zone, but Glossu could still feel the presence of (Y/N) and her invisible power she had over him. This wasn't over, he of all people knew that. But it was over for him, not now — his time could come.

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           THE WIND WAS BLOWING AGAINST THE DESERT FLOOR, WHICH PICKED UP THE SPICE THAT GRAZED THE DEPTHS OF WHERE IT HAD CAME FROM. THE FREMEN WERE HIDDEN WITHIN THOSE VERY SANDS, PRAYING ON THEIR NEXT SHIP THAT WAS CURRENTLY LANDING A FEW METERS FROM WHERE THEY WERE. A spice mining ship was floating through the air carrying a few people inside, one of them being a familiar figure that was playing his instrument and humming a tune to himself, as it flows through to the driver in front controlling the vessel.

         "Gurney," The captain in the pilot area calls out, flipping some switches and controls as he goes to land the ship onto the floor, and makes the ramp roll down from the back, "Get up, we're here."

          Gurney's face appeared out from his position in the shadows, the older male looking different from how long hes been out in the desert, and now had facial hair. A joyly smile was on his lips, as he stood up to slip on his helmet that protected him from the harsh environment outside.

         "Nice knowing ya, bud." The pilot muttered himself to himself, looking over his shoulder briefly as he popped open one of the hatches connecting to the top of the machine still driving, so Gurney could climb through.

          He snorted unamused at the male's choice of words, pulling himself up the ladder as he now entered the outside world. The sun made him squint his eyes a bit, and he pressed something on his gear, just as he jumped off the side of the mining ship.

         The equipment he had on his figure carried him down to the ground safely, as the craft behind him also touched the floor in sync with him. Gurney bent down on one knee now, digging his hand into the sand as it falls through his fingers, and saw all the spice in it.

          His head turned to the side hearing more workers getting off the ship, and heard their voices talking over the commos attached to the side of his helmet. He stood back up when one of them said the mining was good to go, and stepped out of the way when the ship began to do just that.

          The carrier Gurney had hopped out of detached from the mining craft, to leave it for now as they hover around in the air. He still ignores the voices talking, and continued to walk slowly through the sand, careful to not make any sudden movements as he scanned the area for any threats.

          Ever since the fall of House Atreides, Gurney had been trying to repent for his greatest mistake and failure. He would never forgive himself for what had happened, and how he lost the girl he watched grow up, the boy whom he taught from a young age, and the Duke himself.

          There wasn't a day where he didn't think about them, didn't see their faces in his dreams. It constantly haunted him. And so, it brought him to this. Mining for spice and being the one whom watched out for any attacks on the process.

          While scanning the area in front of him, his squinted eyes catch onto movement in the sand and quickly raised his arm up into the air, "Hold!" He yelled the command, causing the pilot to pull the lever to stop the mining and for the other workers to load their weapons just in case.

         His eyes widened a bit watching the movement in the sand, almost like something was breathing below from how it was moving like a heartbeat. And his hunch was right, when something jumped out of the sand by an invisible force.

         A metal mechanism was flipping and turning towards them through the sand, making the sand fly out from behind and around it. Gurney yelled out once more in warning, as he dove out of the way, and the mine ended up sticking to the ship's side.

          Shouts erupted from the other workers seeing the mine on the ship, just as Gurney shield himself from the explosion that just went off. More kept coming towards the craft by that same invisible force, which had him firing his gun at one with a grunt, and made it explode early before it touched the mining ship.

         "Let's get out of here!" Gurney heard through his comms as more explosions went off, right at the front of the ship where the wheels and mining tools were. But his attention was on the desert in front, sensing a familiar presence all of a sudden.

           He shakes that thought from his mind to not be remined of the pain, and stood up from the ground. Someone yelled a warning again for more incoming shots, as they landed on top of the ship this time, and created a lot more explosions that damaged it.

          The other miners tried to aim their guns at the Fremen that appeared on top of the dune, but completely missed them from how far and how quick they disappeared from view.  Gurney's head turned towards a sudden loud noise across from him, and felt his jaw drop a bit, "Holy mother of-"

         The support ship that was supposed to pick up the larger one was now in flames, and completely destroyed as it floats through the air, grazing along the mining ship. Gurney knew there was no way out without a fight, and so he pulled out his crysknife, and began to march towards the threat.

          His caught a glimpse of the support craft going down into pieces, before his figure tensed up into a fight stance when many Fremen appeared out from the sand, all at once to attack. He raised his knife to go after some of them, but he was suddenly tripped by someone's foot making him yelp as he was sent to the ground.

         The one who tripped him quickly stood over him, their weapon being a quarterstaff that was placed up to his masked neck. (E/C) eyes went wide when they connected with Gurney's alarmed ones, her face crinkling up a bit from how she was smiling, "Hi, old man. We could recognize your footsteps from a mile away."

          Gurney still didn't know how to react as he was breathing heavily not believing his eyes, as she stood back up to reveal Paul standing behind her, whom held out a hand for him to take. Gurney took it with a grunt, and Paul heaved up him as the rest of the Fremen attacked around them.

         The old man stumbled back a bit to full gaze at the two stood in front, watching how Paul cradled the side of (Y/N)'s face to check for injuries, them to softly talking to each other, until they both to turned to the stunned Gurney.

         Paul raised his arm up into the air, calling out in Fremen to signal for them to stop attacking, as they all looked up to him and automatically stopped what they were doing hearing the call. Gurney then removed his helmet to breath better, which made the duo remove the material around their faces to fully reveal themselves to their old master.

        Gurney couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him in that very moment. The two whom he thought he had lost where standing before him, alive and well, "Young pups..." He whispered out in disbelief, making a wide smile grow on (Y/N)'s face as she walked forward towards him first, "Young pup-!"

         She ran the rest of the way to met her mentor in the middle for a hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as his went around her back tightly. He span them around a few times as he made relived sounds, while her face was dug into his neck, eyes were a bit watery a bit from getting to hug someone whom she'd never get the chance to again.

        Gurney's gloved hand slipped up to the back of her head, as he eventually stopped the spinning to place her boots back onto the sand. Paul watched them reunite with a soft smile, until he was pulled into the embrace also by the older male.

         He held Paul by his back and the back of his neck a bit, as he cradle them both close to his chest, feeling his once pained heart now becoming full having found the two most important to him again. House of Atreides had found another lost member.

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─►☆ AUTHOR'S NOTE :
YIPEE GURNEY IS BACKKK YASSS!!! he's gonna be like the proud uncle when he finds out that paul kinda asked y/n to marry him and he gonna defo become their number one shipper again now that he found them again BAHAH 😭im like 1 hour into the movie or something like that so i think in a few chaps some very VERY important events are going to happen, especially the plot i have created for y/n and how she fits into this story im very excited to show you all it (and i hope you all like the idea also)👁️👁️

if you guys want another smut scene somewhere lmk cause i can TRY i mean try to place another one in the story but idk where yet i'll see if you guys really want it first

anywaysss don't be ghost/silent readers cause i wanna see your thoughts in the comments guysss but either way i don't mind any
support i will take <33