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♯ ❝ SHE'S MY WIFE.❞
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO ✧･ﾟ: *✧
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT TWO ── destiny calls 🪐

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          THE PLAN WAS TO FLOW ALONGSIDE THE FREMEN TOWARDS THE SOUTH, BUT KNOWING THE ONLY WAY TO OVERCOME SOMETHING WAS TO FACE THE PAST, AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THE COUPLE WERE DOING. After they left the others to their travels through the desert, they had arrived at the sietch located in the south where Paul's mother, Jessica was currently, and was feeding the Fremen there more stories about the prophecy.

         Hand in hand (Y/N) and Paul silently walked towards the opening, their jabba coat hoods over their heads to protect them from the heat. No one was outside to greet them which didn't surprise the girl, but she didn't worry about that, and instead kept a confident expression over her face, despite the fear creeping up on her.

        She also knew that Chani most likely wouldn't be happy with what she's about to do, nor with Paul, who was letting his fiancé do this. But it didn't matter, since he was joining her and doing the same thing that she was, like always they'd suffer together.

       Inside the ancient sietch was exactly what she read about in the books back home, every sound being heard through the hollow hallways, that she picked up on with every step she took with her boots beside Paul. The energy inside was powerful, she could feel it in her very bones that carved ways inside her body.

        The two ended up near the back of the sietch, where a sand hole was in the middle of a circle that had a few stairs leading down to it. She gave Paul's hand a tight squeeze, sharing a look with him when they noticed something moving inside the sand underneath, that seemed to slow down if sensing something that just arrived.

         All the gear that she carried was off her shoulders, and placed onto a side pillar across from them, only wearing her stillsuit and jabba coat, just like he was doing also. Her (E/C) eyes follow the movement of the baby sand worm, as Paul leads her across the stairs a bit to track the movement in the sand.

    "You're not allowed in here, stranger. Leave the girl or die."

        An unfamiliar voice speaking in Fremen suddenly called out from the shadows, making the couple's gaze flicker up to spot an elderly sitting in a chair hidden away in a separate space, watching them from behind a pillar. She was the caretaker for the worm, that much was obvious to them.

        Paul clenched his jaw as he pulled his fiancé a bit behind him, a possessive hold on her waist and hand, "We should be welcomed." He grunted back in the same language, and (Y/N) had to stop herself from squirming hearing it, and focused on the worm that was slithering slowly towards her, it's little head peeking out a bit to her.

        The woman didn't say anything for a few seconds, only lowering her head to the material covering her body and thought back to the words Jessica told her days ago, "If you drink you shall die." She shuffled a bit which revealed a bottle of blue liquid in her hands, "If you drink you may see. If you drink she shall awaken."

       The couple were staring down at the elderly woman who was now stood before them, holding up a flask that had the Water of Life inside of it, her tone and eyes serious looking between them both, before landing on the girl last as the words flew out in warning.

         Paul's soft eyes found his fiancé's ones who looked a bit conflicted but determined, as he reached across to give her bare hand a firm squeeze. She slipped her fingers in between his where she felt his fathers ring on his fourth finger, and gave a squeeze back to assure him. They would drink the water together, together like they always do.

         With a steady by shaky inhale from her, she craned her face up to her fiancé's more, and wthout hesitation, Paul brought the flask to his lips, taking a small sip of the life-giving liquid. He then leant over to press his mouth against (Y/N)'s, while the elder went away to prepare for what was about to happen.

      Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a moment of intimacy amidst the harshness of what was to come. He cradled the side of her face gently, knowing it would be their last kiss for a while, and she grasped onto the back of his hand on her face tightly, almost desperately.

        His tongue met hers inside the lip lock, brushing against each others, as he shared the water with her, the cool liquid passing between them. She felt the rush of power as the blue liquid entered her mouth, a tingling sensation that spread through her body, revitalizing her weary soul.

        Once they pulled apart a little bit they leant their forehead against one another's, breathing heavily against each others skin. He nudged his nose into hers for a silent reassurance, just as the couple could feel the liquid doing its job, as their gazes become hazy on each other, and start to feel light headed.

        The last thing (Y/N) saw before her body shut down was Paul's soft, green eyes staring right into hers, before all she could see was black and feel nothing but the air around her. She was now taking into a vision of sorts, seeing many flashbacks of past people that appeared, but only their (E/C) and blue eyes staring back at her.

         She could't move nor see where she was outside in the actual reality, but she did feel a strong warmth coming from her hand, and knew someone was with her. She was trapped, and knew the only way out was to see through this challenge ahead, overcome her hidden past no matter what.

      "Now that you can see your past, you can see your future."

         That same eerier voice was back whispering through her ears, and it didn't stop even when more visions of history played out. A lone figure was climbing up a dune in the desert, dressed in the normal Fremen gear, as they went all the way up to the top. On the other side was a land of water crashing against the desert, unlike anything seen before.

         She couldn't see who the figure was just yet, as they continued to move all the way down the dune now up until they arrived at the edge of the water. Their bare hands just barely grazed the clear liquid, hearing them whispering something under their breath in a foreign language, as the water seemed to become more fierce at that.

      "You are not prepared for what is to come. You'll now learn the truth out who you are, hieratic. And it will awaken who you are truly meant to be."

     In the next one, she witnessed a similar scene of devastation, a fire raging unchecked, consuming everything in its path. A hooded and masked figure moved with purpose, their fingertips stained with blood, a familiar weapon clutched in their grasp—an eerie parallel to (Y/N)'s own reality.

       The cries of those in need, the echoes of children being born, and the explosion of fire resonated through her mind, each sound a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the relentless march of destruction. All calling out a name, a very familiar name.

         The vision didn't stop there. Another memory played out before her eyes, a glimpse into a sacred shrine illuminated by flickering torches and fires. An ancient painting adorned the wall, depicting a figure bowing with a glowing baby held aloft. The scene mirrored what was happening in the shrine below, as prayers filled the air calling out names, her titles—Earth Walker, Seer of All, Daughter of Dune.

       "You alone stand against all. The chosen one. Summoned from their cries, born from their wrath."

         In the midst of the prayers, a figure approached, cupping a goblet of sand in their hands, a symbol of reverence and connection to the desert. The cries of the baby seemed to stir the very winds, making the flames dance and the energy surge within the shrine. The fervent prayers of the Fremen gained strength with each cry, until finally, the baby's illuminating body stilled, and the desert fell silent.

         For the first time in centuries, the liberator was born into the world, a symbol of hope and renewal for the desert and its people on Arrakis. And as the vision faded, (Y/N)'s eyes were drawn to a pair of glowing (E/C) eyes that turned to look back at her—a grown-up version of her own eyes, filled with ancient wisdom and the weight of prophecy fulfilled.

         Back in actual time, when Chani had found out about what was happening to the girl, she was straight away on a thopter traveling back towards the sietch, and stomping her way inside to where the ceremony was occurring. She was even more enraged once she spotted Jessica, Paul, the very person whom was meant to protect (Y/N) doing nothing.

        She ran her way through the tunnels leading inside to the main room, heavy breaths leaving her once she came to a stop. Around her a lot more Fremen were surrounding two figures in the middle, and her heart dropped to her stomach seeing who it was.

        "(Y/N)?" She called out in a panicked way rushing towards the middle of the room, ignoring all the eyes on her as she did so. She dropped down beside the unconscious girl, whose head was resting in the awakened Paul's lap, as he didn't even acknowledge Chani, but instead was brushing his fingers through his fiancé's hair.

         Chani's face was everything but calm taking in how the girl looked, how pale and weak she was, as her chest was barely moving also, "I'm here. I'm here," She whispered, as she raised her shaky hands  to touch the girls cheeks, "What happened?!" She rose her voice next in question, fiery gaze looking around at the Fremen who bowed their heads more, not giving her an answer.

      "What happened? Huh?!" She now asked Paul in an even angry tone, a scowl on her forehead as she still didn't even gain a reply from him, "I thought you were supposed to protect her!" She accused throwing a finger into his chest, the other still placed on the girls cheek, "How could you let her do this!"

        Paul simply tilted his head up a bit, Chani now only realising how different the male also looked but not just in features, it was also in his demeanor. It was more intimidating, more stronger then it was before. Something had happened, she could see it as plain as day, but didn't understand why no one was telling her what that was.

        "I am doing that." Was his first rasped answer, voice a deeper octaive also as he doesn't glance up from (Y/N)'s sleeping face, fingers running along her hollow cheeks that were also very pale, "She's my wife. Why would I get in the way of something she must do?"

       Chani just sent him the dirtiest glare she could master up, and went back to trying to wake up the girl, both hands pressed onto her shoulders to shake her awake gently, "Come on. I know you're in there, dezərt rōz. Wake up." She spoke in her mother tongue quietly, only just hearing the footsteps approaching her.

        Stilgar and Jessica had now arrived to the scene, as did the rest of the those traveling with the couple which included Gurney, who was just as worried as Chani was, but also knew Paul would rather stab himself then put (Y/N) under any harm, so he could rest easy a bit from his place in the back.

        "Her vital signs are so low, they can't be detected." Jessica assured in her silky voice when she saw Chani's worried expression, the mother standing behind her children beside Stilgar, and nods gently down to Paul, "But she's alive, he's making sure."

        Chani snapped her head up away from the girls face, holding onto one of her weak hands tightly that was placed on her stomach, "What did you do to her?" She sneered her question, but Jessica just gave her a knowing look making Chani's face drop in realisation, "No, no. Why would she do that-" Her voice was above a whisper, eyes now becoming teary staring at (Y/N)'s barely breathing figure.

       "Because she is The One. They both are." Stilgar added on hearing the Fremen females's words, as he talked in their mouth tounge, eyes wide watching Paul hold onto (Y/N) more in his lap, "The Ardah Waker should fine Her Way, her path through the past where none has ever been."

        Chani rolled her eyes through a scoff, glaring at Paul for not even saying anything nor doing anything, as all he was looking at was (Y/N), "You're insane!" She bellowed back to Stilgar afterwards, who didn't waver for a second even at the yell.

        "Chani, her body is fighting the poison, and she needs your and Paul's help." Jessica spoke over the enraged girl, stepping forward more towards them which had Chani sneering at her, and gripping onto (Y/N)'s side tighter, in a protective way.

        "You do it." She grunted out through a clenched jaw, nodding between Jessica and Paul, whom she could feel glaring at her from the corner of her eye, "You did this to her. You did this to the woman you claim to love!" She yelled in a cry towards Paul, a few tears slipping down her tanned cheeks, "You do it! Fix it yourself."

       Jessica pursed her lips sharing a brief glance with her son, who had a frown over his forehead but still was presented emotionless, "Chani, you might not believe in the prophecy, but you're a part of it." She whispered just loud enough for the young female to hear.

       "You're the poison. You and your lies." Chani snapped back in a whisper also, before casting her watery eyes down onto (Y/N)'s face, reaching her fingers up to graze them along her jaw gently, "Why would you do this? Why would you listen to him-"

      "Do it."

         And like clock work Jessica used the Voice on Chani, which had the girl sitting up like she was in a trance, her fingers slipping from (Y/N)'s face, which had Paul wrapping his arms around her upper half, in a possessive embrace. He watched in triumph as all the Fremen around them slowly stood up, and saw how Chani's eyes were dazed over from the power of the Voice.

       "Soon we shall be together, my love. I've got you." Paul husked in a gentle whisper against his fiancé's ear, speaking in Fremen language as he pulled her unconscious figure up more onto his chest, her head now resting on his shoulder, and his arms were around her waist, glaring at anyone who got to close. Mine. Mine. Mine.

        Stilgar made a silent prayer which made the rest of the Fremen copy his lead, "She shall come back from the dead," He recited the prophecy, a gleaming smile across his lips as he raised his hands over his head, "with Desert Spring tears from an embrace of the lips."

        Without her control more tears fell freely from Chani's eyes, as she stared down in a daze still at (Y/N), her heart still breaking inside her chest at the current siustation, "Bring me the Water of Life." She ordered in mother tongue, voice a bit thick from emotion.

       "As written." Stilgar muttered out breathily, causing the rest of the Fremen to repeat what he said but louder, their hands ove their bowed heads once more, showing their respect and belief in what was happening. Their prayers were finally answered.

       One of the female Fremen covered in many layers of material walked over quietly, carrying the jar that held the Water of Life inside, and handed it over to Chani. She reached up to press her fingertips onto her cheeks, collecting the tears on her skin and used the same hand to drop the tears into the water.

        She pulled her fingers back out to pass the jar to Paul, who only grunted in response and took the object from her. Keeping one hand around (Y/N)'s weak body, he tipped his head back to press the edge of the jar onto his lips and poured some of the liquid into his mouth, being careful not to drink it.

         He gave back the jar with the liquid to the Fremen who came over to them, and turned his attention to his fiancé, who was now turning paler the more time she was stuck in the visions and memories. With a simple caress under her chin, he tipped her head back gently up to him, bumping his nose into hers and leaned forward to press his lips onto her parted ones.

        Everything went silent as this happened, the desert itself holding it's breath, as well as how the normal howling wind went dead still unlike normal. Everyone in the room also held their breaths, staring intently at the display in the middle of the sietch, dearly hoping their saviour would open her eyes to be reborn.

         Paul gently parted her lips with his tounge once more, pushing the liquid into her mouth as he continued to grip onto her chin, while he softly kissed her despite her not moving her mouth with his. When he finished giving her the Water of Life again, he pulled back from her mouth and carefully moved her head down onto his thighs, hands holding hers as he watched her closely.

       "Kwisatz Haderach. Daughter of dune, climb up. Arise."

       Time seemed to still as the Water of Life did it's work. As (Y/N) lays in a deep sleep, her body began to undergo a remarkable transformation, as if stirred by some unseen force, her physical form started to change shocking everyone inside.

       Her once pale and hollow cheeks began to fill out, the contours of her face becoming more defined. Cheekbones that were once barely noticeable now stood out prominently, adding a touch of strength to her visage. The color of her skin, once drained and lifeless, started to return to its natural, healthy hue, a sign of vitality returning to her body.

       Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the rhythm of her breathing quickening as her body took in more air. It was a sign that her lungs were functioning better now, a welcome development after her long period of unconsciousness.

        But perhaps the most striking change was happening to her hair. It seemed to come alive, glowing with a radiant light that illuminated the room. The strands grew in length, cascading past her shoulders in a shimmering cascade. The once dull and lackluster shade transformed into a lighter, more vibrant color, each strand appearing healthier and more lustrous than before.

        And then, in a moment of breathtaking clarity, her eyes flew open. The color in them was vivid and bright, reflecting the newfound energy that coursed through her revitalized body. It was a sight to behold, the transformation of a sleeping beauty into a woman reborn, ready to face the world once more.

         Chani was instantly on the girl not worrying about her changes, hands reaching up to perch on her shoulders as she gently shook the girl, trying to gain her attention seeing how dazed (Y/N) was looking, "Hey, hey- You're okay-" She whispered frantically, not realising how Paul was trying to gently push up his fiancé to sit.

        Around the three of them, everyone began to drop down to their knees like those did once in the shrine of her birth, Stilgar doing it first along with the rest of the Fremen. They all presses their foreheads into the ground, muttering the prayers of her name over and over again.

       "She's fine, Chani." Paul growled out a bit with a warning look thrown at her, using his hands to lift up (Y/N) into sitting position despite how healthy she looked, the girl was still feeling a bit weak, "I've got my wife, and I always will."

        Chani just scowled at him but didn't snap back, knowing it would upset the girl cradled to his chest. (Y/N) was panting a bit glancing over the crowd of Fremen around them bowing, before her eyes moved to Jessica, seeing the proud expression she wore for her.

        "I am fine, don't argue." Her voice now possessed a low and resonant quality, each syllable rolling off her tongue with a commanding presence, "Thanks to you two." Her eyes flickered back and forth between them, feeling her husbands fingers wipe off the sweat on her forehead gently, as she rested on his chest a bit.

        Chani visible relaxed hearing the girls words, her heavy breathing calming down as she squeezed (Y/N)'s hand a bit giving her a worried look, before glaring right at Paul with hatered, "You're lucky she survived." The Fremen girl sneered in her language, getting up from the floor with her scarf in hand, "Pull this shit again, and I'll kill you myself."

       And with that warning Chani was spinning around from the couple, ignoring the eyes on her once more as she marched her way out of the room. Her (E/C) eyes watched the girl leave for a few seconds, a serious expression plastered on her face as she turned to look back up at Paul, who had a rough smirk across his mouth.

        He stood up first from the floor to hold his hand out, and she took it with her new found strength, fingers slipping between his ones. She pushed herself up slowly from her spot, body feeling lighter, more powerful now that she had the Water of Life. Her mind was never clearer now, and she knew her abilities were easy to tap into also.

        As she placed herself right beside Paul who was turned around, she tilts her head to the side and slowly, but surely moved her head over her shoulder, to meet the eyes of those who raised her from the very depths. The Fremen, her creators.

        (Y/N) saw it all now. Knew it all, starting from who she was, and where she came from. Her past and everything. And she was about to use that to her advantage to win the war.

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        THOSE ALL GATHERED IN THE ROOM EVENTUALLY LEFT TO LEAVE THE NEWLY CHANGED COUPLE ALONE, WHO WERE SAT TOGETHER ON THE STEPS OF THE SAND PIT, TALKING AMOUNST EACH OTHER UNTIL SOMEONE RUINED IT. Jessica was watching her children from within the shadows, standing beside a pillar as she made herself visible, and quietly walked towards where they were.

     "I'm sorry about Chani." She gently spoke up after a few seconds of silence, aiming this at the other girl in the room knowing they had an connection, and not at Paul knowing he didn't like Chani at all since she was all over his girl.

       (Y/N) heaved a sigh through her lips, fingers tracing lines over her fiancé's palm in her hand, "It's fine. She'll come to understand." She murmured out lowly, digging her boots into the stone beneath her feeling more footsteps around them, "I've seen it, and I know my husband has too."

        Once she heard Paul addressing her as wife, and calling her as his wife, she thought she'd do the same thing by saying he was her husband, despite it not being official yet, the two might as well be married with everything they've done together. She couldn't wait to actually marry him, and get tangled in the sheets with him again.

        Jessica tensed a bit hearing that confession, her face going pale as she glanced between the two sat down close to one another, "You can see?" She dared to ask, voice just above a whisper again.

        "Our visions are clear now." Paul was the one to answer in his normal raspy voice, one hand lazily draped over (Y/N)'s shoulder as he runs his fingers along her exposed skin, "I see possible futures. All at once." He was using is spare hand to draw lines in the air, seeing what he was saying, "Our enemies are all around us. And in so many futures, they prevail. But I do see a way. There is a narrow way through, one that does't work without (Y/N)."

         A vision appeared in his mind that was his wife's back turned to him, her figure covered in blood head to toe as she gripped a weapon, while another one appeared which was a hand stabbing someone's chest with a crysknife. He snapped out of the vision when she pressed her lips onto his cheek, and he gazed down at her intently, eyes full of fondness.

      "Why did you never tell me I didn't have actual birth parents?" Her (E/C) eyes moved towards Jessica, making the mother freeze in her place from how intense her stare was, and she continued to sneer her words out, "I'm assuming you all knew that, but gave me false hope that I had parents."

        Jessica sighed heavily with a head shake, and folded her hands together on her pregnant stomach, "It wasn't my story to tell. You had to find out on your own, and you did." She told the young girl gently, who looked more adult then anything now, "We all knew that, and it didn't change how I felt about taking you under my wing. Just like how Duncan did. I know he feels the same way."

        Her once furious look softened into one of vulnerability now, her hand squeezing Paul's tighter for comfort feeling him pressing kisses onto the back of her neck, "Did Duncan know?" She asked in a small voice, gaze flickering down to her boots afraid of the answer she would hear, "Or was he just nice to me knowing I came from nowhere."

       "He did." Jessica was careful with her words, making sure they were coming out gentle as her (E/C) eyes welled up with tears now, "Duncan, your father didn't care about that. All he saw was a little girl who needed someone, and he took that role. If there was one thing in his life that he regrets, it's not telling you he loved you sooner. Because he did, more then anything."

        A small sob climbed its way up her throat, and she muffled it by pressing her face into Paul's shoulder, who cooed softly into her ear, wrapping his arm around her shoulder more tighter. It's not like she was sad or anything, it was like she was overwhelmed with relief knowing Duncan treated her like a daughter out of love, not because of pity.

        She rested the side of her head onto Paul's shoulder now, tears stopping as they were wetting her lashes and she rubs her thumb over the quarterstaff's hand, feeling Duncan's presences through it more now. It brought a bittersweet smile onto her mouth, and held the last thing she had of him closer to her heart.

        Once she was calmed down and relaxed, Paul decided to speak up next remembering something he saw, "I saw our bloodline, Mother. Written across time." He started off in a deeper tone, shoulders and jaw tensed up as he glares at Jessica, "You are the daughter of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. Did my father know?"

         Jessica now fully understood how dangerous the couple would be, understanding how the Water of Life opened their minds up to a lot of things, "I didn't know myself, until I took the worm's poison." She breathed out thickly, swallowing the lump in her throat as she heard Paul scoff.

         "We're Harkonnens." He continued on through a sickening smile, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he pulls his wife flushed against his side, a dark look now appearing over his face, "So this is how we'll survive. By being Harkonnens."

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─►☆ AUTHOR'S NOTE :
omg guys im so sorry for the lack of updates again i feel so bad but life has been pretty busy rn for me so i barely had time to write this today and im so happy i got to though cause i know you guys are probably itching for an update especially since i left it before the best bits happen 🥲

so the truth about y/n is out and if any of you are like confused about it let me know cause i probs didn't do a very good job explaining it in the chapter so im so sorry about that AAKAKAJSJSJSJ 😭

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