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Ravens in the Wait by foxflowering Words: 5600

Paul is young, impressionable; not quite a boy, yet not quite a man, still vulnerable to the whispering of witches. The gnashing of falcons. The circling of vultures. The grasping of Harkonnen harriers. Prey. He has the look of prey, and Duncan regrets it. (But fuck, he must be a bad man — because he covets it. He does.)

Would You Ever by ipsilateral Words: 1850

"I thought," Paul eventually says, "I just thought I'd have more time." He says this in what he probably thinks is a somber way but is mostly petulant. Still – those in service of the Atreides have usually tended toward indulging Paul, which is why Duncan asks, "More time for what?" "You know." "Do I?"

Will of the Weak by kuro49 Words: 1500

Paul on edge is an open book with writing scribbled out along the margins and stories untold spilling out by the cracked worn spine. There are years in him that he has never lived. There are years in him Duncan will never live to see. He has long since made peace with that. Paul tries a different command: "—Kneel." It's why Duncan gets down on both knees even when there is none of that bone-settling need to comply.

Messiah by eldritcher Words: 4100

“I dreamed of you." There was no shame in the boy's confession. He held Duncan's gaze, frank as no lord's get should be, and the candour of his gaze held back no secrets. Had the Baron Harkonnen once led men to his bed by mere virtue of a coy glance? The boy did not know the inappropriateness of what he was doing. If the Duke knew, if the concubine knew- His frankness was not the boldness of the House Atreides, or the wiles of the Bene Gesserit. It was his own, and its like Duncan had heard of only once before. Men had been unable to resist the Baron. Duncan looked away from the trap of the boy's sharp gaze.

The Burning From Within by th_esaurus Words: 5200