Paul Atreides

Unsafe Part 2 (Ending One)

a/n: hey guys, sorry for not posting about Paul for a while, kinda had a dry spell for inspo for him. Anywho, if you guys like Tom Holland, then you might've seen The Devil All The Time, Tom plays a character called Arvin. So lately I've been on a role with POV's for him, so go check them out! I've got a series called 'The One You Used To Know' and one-shots (like these) that are yet to come! So go and read those! Also, I've recently circled back around to Peter Parker (for the hundredth time lol) so I wrote some POV's for him to! Go read them! Anyway, after that long note, enjoy the second part of Unsafe!!! <3 <3 <3

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You said nothing as the officer tied you up and yanked you too your feet. As he swung you around, you saw Paul. His face tear streaked and eyes red. Yet at the same time, he showed little to no emotion.

You just silently cried as you got out in the back of a van that took you up to the Palace jail.

Heart broken, you got taken down to the cell.

'You know that this means death, right?' Asked a young officer who was of duty as he held up your papers.

'Yessir.' You muttered. 'May I ask how they found out?'

'Apparently a cleaner was doing a deep clean of Master Paul's desk and found a pregnancy test in the back. They suspected it was planted there or something so they sent it off to DNA.'

'And because they take DNA of all staff, they traced it back to me.' You whispered.

'Yes.' The officer turned back to his post.

The rest of the night, you had to hold your burnt hand against the cold stone wall to keep it from hurting, while your eyes felt like raging fire balls from tears.

It must've been just after midnight when you'd fallen asleep, but soon where awoken by a soft mumble.

'Y/n?' The voice was familiar.

'I don't want to talk.' You whispered hoarsely, throat sore from crying.

'Please...' the voice, Paul's voice, pleaded. 'Please...'

You turned to Paul, and he saw the pain in your eyes. They were almost pure red, bloodshot, your cheeks looked as though they'd been sunburnt even though there was no sun in there, you'r lips were puffy and swore, your throat visibly swollen, your hand was torn up.

Paul's eyes shifted away.

'Look at me.' You demanded. 'Paul Atreides, look. At. Me.'

His eyes slowly drifted back over to yours. They were full of hurt, bloodshot but not like yours.

'Couldn't you have hidden it better? That's all you had to do.' You cried.

'I'm sorry.'

'Do you know what's going to happen? Do you know the law? I'm going to die, Paul. They're going to kill me.' You whispered. 'Please go.'

'Y/n-'

'Go, Paul.' You felt more tears welling up in your eyes.

'I love you.' Paul said one last time before leaving.

Days passed, you dreaded the day judgement would come. You attended the trail three weeks later, now you were now three months pregnant and could conceal it under your clothing as you went to trial.

You felt somewhat lucky that you were orphaned and your closest relatives lived further away, and couldn't attend the trial.

Nevertheless, you were found guilty of wrongful communication and fertilisation of both parties and charged with death.

Yet another month of eating stale bread and drinking water with unknown germs in it went past.

Your four month baby bump was harder to hide under your clothes, since they weren't baggy or maternity clothes.

The day had come. Your death day.

You got dressed into a new, black dress that did nothing to hide your belly. Your hair was braided back and you were marched out to the cliff. It was brutal, but tradition that you would be pushed off and into the 'Death Cliff', a tall cliff that had ginormous spikes next to deep shark-infested waters.

Not many people showed up. Most of them had sympathy for you, seeing as most of them must've known you and Paul were in love, the way Paul practically didn't leave the Palace for two months, and when he did, he looked broken hearted. Or they didn't want to see a four month pregnant eighteen year old die.

However, Duke Atreides, Lady Jessica and Paul showed up. You were most surprised to see Paul.

As you stood up in the cliffs, you watched as Paul asked some officers to speak to you. When they refused, he started trying to get past. They pushed him back. Then the statements began.

'Y/n Y/l/n, you are hereby charged with wrongful communication and fertilisation of both parties. This will result in your execution. Should your life be spared, Duke Atreides shall say now and your life be spent in jail and the child be taken from you.' The main commander looked to Paul's dad to see if he had any remorse.

He shook his head.

'No!' Paul screamed. 'Let her live! Kill me! Please, Father! Please!' His voice was loud and panicked.

'Son, this is law.'

'PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!' Paul screamed.

'Then your life shall end now.' The officer told you with a blank stare. Your heart cried out as you sobbed. This was the end.

'Any last words?'

You looked to Paul as you stood on the board that was to be broken and you would fall to your death.

'I'm sorry.' You said.

The sound of a snapping board and Paul's painful screams could be heard over the rushing of the wind.

Black.

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