#Shaddam Corrino Giedi

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SHADDAM CORRINO KAITAIN GIEDI

[psycheetamore]

Choosing to follow destiny

Chapter 1: Introducing Yaina, formerly known as Kalayn

Summary of the entire fic: PoV Feyd-Rautha: our lord has been enraptured by the fearless Fremen leader Yaina while fighting on Arrakis. After she decided not to kill him, he has managed to capture her as he decided to make her his. After some initial struggles on both sides (as he understands she will never truly become his if he forces her), she is starting to be more comfortable in his presence, and is rising in Giedi Prime ranks. He is set on unlocking parts of her she did not know existed, and showing her everything (... this is as suggestive as you can interpret it - heavy smut) his planet has to offer.

PoV lead lady: Yaina has chosen to pick up arms against the Harkonnen to liberate Arrakis. As she catches the eye of Paul Atreides and Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, she needs to find her own path and gain control, to achieve what she beliefs is her goal. The question is whether her being drawn to the na-Baron (with some convincing of our darling Feyd of course) will advance her or withhold her.

Pre notes with this chapter: Let's start with a bit of background, let's set the scene for a few of the main players and the dynamics in which they live. Bear with me; Feyd-Rautha deserves a grand entrance. First published on AO3

Tags for the entire fanfic: MDNI, the works, as Feyd-Rautha is his own trigger warning, the typical Feyd tags (smut, violence, non-con/rape etc), imaginary suicide - smut in different shapes and forms (pretty much all shapes and forms tbh; I could not help myself, so after some edging/power play/taunting/hunting in chapters 7, 8, 9, 10, 12 and 15, some prophetic smut in chapters 13 and 14, our lord finally gets what he wants - and then some - in chapters 15, 16, 17, 18, 19), violence (like really really graphic - I enjoyed myself just a bit too much writing chapter 20, so I am getting worried), non-con/rape (chapter 23 - we are dealing with a very hot but still psychotic man here) - the author regrets nothing

Word count: 1.6k

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There is an ongoing battle for Arrakis.

Yaina was squatting in a cave, surrounded by her squad, preparing for the launch of yet another strike on one of the Harkonnen spice harvesters. Yaina looked at the dozen or so men and women surrounding her while she laid out the plan. She could not help but notice that the clashes over the last few days had them grow tired.

Yaina asked: “do you feel comfortable going out in a few hours? I cannot have you die on me.”

One of her fighters, who goes by the name Bakyi, declared “Yaina, we are yours to command, in life and death. We will deliver whatever you ask from us. Don't worry about us. We know what we are fighting for.” And on that declaration the other warriors slapped the palms of their hands on their chests, resulting in a loud sound that went around in the cave to support the message.

Yaina responded: “I know I ask a lot from you. Your efforts are what will set us free.” And on that comment, she stood up and instructed the fighters to make themselves ready for the clash.

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Yaina did not know how old she exactly was. She did not know where she was born, who her parents were, what name they gave her. Her earliest memories dated from when she was still living in an orphanage ran by Harkonnen in the capital city of Arrakis, Arrakeen. As all the children in the orphanage, Yaina, or Kalayn as she was then called (which meant ‘little’), dreamt that she was the long-lost child of the emperor and the first empresses from the Great House of Ginaz. She would often hope that she would be rescued by her true parents or any case the still living emperor Shaddam Corrino IV. This could happen at any time. He would then have her returned to her rightful house in Kaitain where she would live in luxury forever and after.

But as with many dreams, this dream did not come out.

It was rumoured in the orphanage that once children hit a certain age, boys 12 years old and girls 10 years old, they would be sent off to Giedi Prime to work as slaves. Children would repeat the speculations they overheard from their minders: boys would end up working a few years in quarries until there was nothing left but to be sacrificed as game for entertainment in the arena or as practice targets. Girls would perhaps live longer, as domestic staff or forced in pleasure houses, but not happier. The children held these speculations to be true, if only because no children that reached such ages lived in the orphanage.

When she started to notice she was almost the tallest girl in the orphanage, Yaina knew her time was up. She needed to decide: would she take control over her life and make a run for it, or continue to have other people make decisions for her.

This was not a difficult decision. She chose to escape the orphanage during a stormy night. Yaina knew her minders would not find her missing for a couple of hours, and even if they did, they would not tread outside of building in the unforgiving conditions presented by this sand storm. That allowed her at least until the coming night, when the temperatures dropped again, to flee into Fremen territory.

Yaina, or Kalayn as she was then still called, did not bring anything with her when she fled one night, apart from a golden ring – her only and invaluable connection to her past, some food and water she managed to gather over the last few weeks, a worn stillsuit and some boys’ clothes. She decided it would be safest to travel disguised as a boy, so she chopped her hair. None of her friends were informed on her upcoming escape. She knew they would be interrogated. The Harkonnen had ways to force the truth out of anyone. This would only result in grave punishment for them and the risk that Yaina would be captured again. It was best to keep them in the unknown and cut the ties without goodbyes.

For two nights and a day the young girl travelled through worm territory. Despite the harsh conditions and lacking true dessert survival skills, she knew she did not have any other option than to persevere. It was that, or death. She would never lose her freedom again. Her resoluteness made her succeed.

Fremen found her, still a tiny little thing. They saw the determination in her eyes. They decided to take her on board.

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While Yaina was preparing herself for the upcoming strike, she looked at herself in the shiny reflection of her sword. She recalled that once she presented herself as a boy to the Fremen, about eight years ago, she never looked back and never corrected that white lie. Yaina saw how depreciatingly the Harkonnen treated women on Arrakis. She did not want to risk the same treatment in any other community. By the time she learned that men and women within the Fremen community were treated quite equally, she feared it was already too late to tell the truth. She did not want to be ousted, so she continued to live with her new identity. Following her dedication to the cause of the Fremen, she earned the name Yaina.

Over the years she did not manage to gain much more knowledge about her background, other than what came to her through dreams. In her dreams she saw lush greenery, beautiful architecture and four moons. Yaina never knew for certain whether these dreams held truths or not, but she chose to believe the dreams. Together with her ring, it was the only thing she could cling on to.

Fortunately, Yaina had an androgynous appearance. It was clear that Fremen blood did not run through her veins, although she was fully submerged and accepted within the Fremen. Her features allowed her to be well adapted to the harsh climate of Arrakis, but were clearly driven for adoption in colder climates. Her cheekbones were high and sharp, her nose was small, and her eyes were black while surrounded by bright blue from years of limited exposure to spice. Her curved eyes were almond shaped, complementing her jaw that was chiselled. Her hair was raven black and very slightly curled if kept loose.

However, she tended to braid her long hair, as what the other undefeated Fremen warriors did. The sun in Arrakis has kissed her skin golden, on which expressive lips rested. Despite all the fights she encountered, the scarring on her face was minimal. However, grooves that would not even leave her face during her sleep were proof of years of hardship.

Yaina was never questioned on why she did not have facial hair, even during weeks of hunting and fighting. Everybody knew that her dedication was to her battles: the masks of stillsuits had a slightly better fitting on clean shaven faces and her blade was always sharp enough. Her body was lean in a muscular way from years of fighting and deprivation, so any curves she had could be hidden in a stillsuit.

She was slightly shorter than most Fremen men, which was contributed to the hardships she endured under Harkonnen rule. If anything, this underlined her reputation.

All other tell-tails of being female could be hidden.

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The na-Baron Glossu Rabban had been given the rulership over Arrakis several years ago, after the house of Atreides was extinguished. His uncle, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, tasked him with maintaining spice production. Initially, Rabban managed to improve the original production. This was not difficult.

The Atreides were only responsible for the planet for a short period of time. The Baron made sure of that. He removed all good materials and experienced workers, and left the Atreides to fend for themselves to create good production values. Under the ever-increasing pressure of the emperor to improve production, the Harkonnen came in, covertly supported by the emperor's private Sardaukar army. The Great House of Atreides was banished to live on in history books.

As gift for the steps taken by the Harkonnen, the emperor gave the Harkonnen their fief over Arrakis back.

The Baron decided to place Rabban in charge. A man in appearance and attitude a brute. There was nothing refined to him. His large head was bold, as were his brows, with grooves running across the back of his head. However large his head was, it seemed small compared to the size of his body. His shoulders were broad, his arms and legs rivalled the size of tree trunks and hands large enough to cover a grown man's head. He was a long man with dark brown eyes. The parts of his skin exposed to the star lighting Arrakis radiated redness.

Arrakis caused him to sweat continuously. Despite this, he wore his black armour continuously. He was always suspicious for attacks as he did not trust anyone; the result of the harsh upbringing he received from the Baron. He was known to have slaughtered his first wife, even before she could conceive, earning him the name the Beast. The reason still being unknown, but rumoured to be caused by his paranoic fear that she was planning to flee from him. He did not wed since. It was said he would frequent his slave quarters regularly, leaving a trail of despair.

The Baron returned the working materials and experienced workers to Arrakis. Before long Rabban could boast that he himself increased the spice production to pre-Atreides levels, and believed himself to be the saviour of the empire and the Harkonnen name.

The Baron knew this would never last.

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Post notes with this entire fanfic: Yes, Austin Butler as Feyd-Rautha, combined with this amazing online community, are to blame for this. You came into my head, found a comfy spot and are still to leave. I love you guys.

Since beginning of March, when I saw Dune 2 for the first time, I have been obsessed and you have catered to that obsession. You have also helped me through some challenging times – I love this community. I now want to present you with another take on Feyd-Rautha, inspired especially by an (amazing yet unfortunately deleted) fanfic presenting the lady Moroi as tantalising counter part of our darling Feyd (‘What need have we for honor’) and what is perhaps the best K-Drama of all times Empress Ki. You caused me to pick up fanfic since I stopped (read: paused) about ages ago (when I used to share a floppy disk with my co-fanfic authors aka friends). You caused me to acknowledge my love for moody enemy bastards turned (still moody) lovers, now to be expressed through my own fanfic.

As mentioned, I may be (am) a bit rusty. I am not working with a beta reader, as I am at an age where I have learned to ditch perfectionism (important cause of never feeling happy & procrastination), know about the two-cake rule and am a firm supporter of the 80/20 rule. Having said that: I would love to receive your feedback and points where you would like to me diverge, expand or downsize. I am still working on the upcoming chapters, so there is flexibility.

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Chapter 2 under the cut! Things are gettin' spicier.

contains mentions of past non/dub-con and grooming.

Feyd-Rautha dreams of Uncle, the great mass of him weighing him down, hands that have known his body since childhood and under whose touch he keens and moans, he dreams of Uncle’s hot horrible mouth and the ever-present hatred flowing alongside his blood in the darkness of his veins. The medicinal stench of Uncle envelops Feyd-Rautha as hands carefully and efficiently treat his wounds, but he wakes to no mountainous shadow above, only the changing faces of his prison-masters. 

Or does he dream still? Is that the growing monstrous shape of the new Reverend Mother, her burning blue gaze upon him like a real thing, like she could part his flesh right under it? And beside her the princess-bride in her Corrino chainmail, eldest daughter of Shaddam and witch to the core? And there, the lone figure of Muad’dib, well-born features somehow changed by desert worship. Their whispers do not reach him, but triumph and cunning need few words. 

Feyd-Rautha closes his eyes and sinks back into his quarters on Giedi Prime, black and steel and the iron tang of blood, the laughter of his harpies and the animal sounds of consumption—tearing flesh from bone with their teeth, lacquered black as his own for pride and sign of their high standing. 

The dream does not last. Dry winds tear him back to Dune. 

Feyd-Rautha wakes to an empty chamber. It is night again. How many days have passed since his talk with the boy-prophet? He cannot tell, but when he peels off the bandages on his chest, they reveal soft pink flesh where his wounds have knitted together under interlinked plasters and black medicinal paste. No more stitches. The stock of Giedi Prime heals quickly, but not that quickly. It must have been two weeks at least. Two weeks! Much must have happened since the day he fought the Atreides heir. 

Silence all about him here when the Known Universe must be at war! Feyd-Rautha sits up in his bed, he still feels sore and the new skin on his torso stretches thinly over his wounds, easily ripped again, so he moves with careful slowness and stands, but he stands firmly. He could fight. He’s killed in worse condition. The prospect of it lashes his pulse to a quick drum beat. He paces the room and counts his steps, checks for hidden doorways and finds one behind the sandworm tapestry, no hinges or handle, only a half-a-finger deep rectangle slit in the stone, perhaps two metres high. No way to move it. No hidden mechanism nearby to open it no matter where he presses and prods. It must be outside access only. Is that how Muad’Dib came to him? In secret? But why would he have need for secrecy? Feyd-Rautha walks to the door proper and presses his ear to the stone to listen. Quiet chatter in the Fremen’s rat language. He counts six voices. A smile spreads on his lips. At least they don’t underestimate him, useful as that would be, his pride revives in some measure. 

He tries the door and rattles against its lock. The voices behind quiet in an instant, before they return in short commands. Good. Let his captors come.

When the doors open it is not Muad’Dib who enters, nor any of his household, but a Fremen in desert garb and blood-speckled stillsuit underneath, a man with the spice-blue eyes and hatred in his visage that sends hot thrills through Feyd-Rautha’s chest. The man does not introduce himself, but he walks with an air of authority, a Sietch Naib. For a moment Feyd-Rautha had hoped to see the Atreides, but he shoves the disappointment of it away, focusing on the man who now with the six guards flanking him, escorts Feyd-Rautha through a long passageway. 

How many steps between here and where they go? He counts the paces and notes the turns and twists through the twi-lit castle. He remembers its ichnography and orients himself. They are in the northwing, the imperial residence, the coolest and darkest part of the Arakeen castle. So Atreides keeps him close.

Four of the guards escorting him are Fremen, the others Outerworldlers, speaking in hushed Galach. 

“...dangerous to keep such a…”

“...would have been better he had killed…”

“Harkonnen scum…”

Feyd-Rautha winks at them as he passes them by into a spacious hall. For banquets no doubt by the look of the long stone table. The Reverend Mother whore sits on one end, the shape of her bigger still than when he last had seen her, veiled and chiming from the chains that hang in a looped pattern over her tattooed face. And within, her blue eyes follow each of Feyd-Rautha’s movements. She is calm, sharply focussed and looks with the inward awareness of the Bene Gesserit that has always unnerved Feyd-Rautha and that Uncle has warned him about. His mother had looked like that, too. Next to her, the Corrino princess takes notation. She is a historian of note, Uncle told him once, or some such fatuity. And there, sitting half on top the table is Paul Muad’Dib, biting into an apple just as their gazes meet. The crack of the fruit echoes like bone breaking through the hall. 

“I see you’ve healed well,” the boy drawls easily and with a subtle hand sign dismisses the guards. The princess does not even look up from her writing, while that witch mother of his does not let him out of her sight for a second. 

Surreptitiously, Feyd-Rautha scans the hall’s exits, hands twitching for his black and white Harkonnen knives. How easy it would be to kill him here. 

The Atreides smiles. 

Or perhaps not.

“How can I serve you?” Feyd-Rautha asks mock-thick and with a bold step towards him.

“ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ,” The Reverend Mother says.

Feyd-Rautha halts in his movement as though a hand struck him to stillness. Of course that’s who the Atreides learned it from. 

“Tell me what you want of me,” Feyd-Rautha hisses, “I may be your prisoner, but I am the rightful Baron of Giedi Prime and all its abundant holdings no less.” 

“Rightful?” Paul Atreides asks and slips from the table to slowly stalk towards him. The boy rounds him with long strides. “You have rights to nothing, unless I grant it.”

Paul stops in front of him, looks at him through his long dark lashes.

“You forget I am Harkonnen, too, cousin. I have a claim to your title.”

Impatience boils in him, but he reigns in the rage and sinks to his knees in front of the Atreides. 

“Stake your claim then, Atreides.” The dare is obvious. 

Now, the princess raises her gaze, though her fingers continue to inscribe her capsule.

Paul tilts his head. “You will give it to me.”

“What would you give me in exchange?”

“Your life.”

Feyd-Rautha laughs and in it hears the laugh of Uncle.

“An unfit bargain. I’d ask for death before I hand over my barony without a fight.”

“What do you want?” Paul asks, as though they were arguing about the price of fish, but there is a strain to his muscles that does not escape Feyd-Rautha.

Feyd-Rautha glares at the two women at the table.

“If we negotiate the future of my house, it will be alone.”

Paul makes to rebuke him, but the Reverend Mother stands, one hand placed on her stomach, her eyes sharp as an eagle circling its prey. She smiles at Feyd-Rautha and a shiver runs down his spine against his will. Her stare penetrates, suggestion and power and something old and many-eyed looks at him through her. He has to avert his gaze, he grits his teeth.

“The Lisan al-Gaib needs no advice to deal with dogs,” she says, unnatural in her surety, and then she listens to something—and nods. “Indeed, Alia,” she says. With a shudder Feyd-Rautha realises she speaks to her unborn. 

“Come, daughter,” she says and the princess stands too, collecting her engraving pen and capsule, impassive in all her gestures, but Feyd-Rautha has been warned of her astuteness. She plays the part of bookish dispassion nearly to perfection. These women, he thinks, might be deadlier than a blade. He must be careful.

Paul waits until they have left the hall before he turns back to Feyd-Rautha. Something has changed in him, something has fallen off his visage that before cloaked him in civility.

Still on his knees, Feyd-Rautha looks at the crysknife at Paul’s hip, wondering how long he would have until guards would barrage in if he were to take the Atreides in a fight. Not long enough. 

“Speak your price,” Paul says.

“Come closer,” Feyd-Rautha murmurs. 

Paul draws near until Feyd-Rautha can rake a hand up his leg. Paul allows it. Feyd-Rautha’s fingers are just one jolt away from the knife. Paul looks down at him coldly, and for a split second his face goes slack and his stare shrouds with darkness. What was that? 

“The future is uncertain,” Paul says and sinks down next to him. The boy’s breath fans over his cheek and quickens Feyd-Rauta’s heartbeat. The last time they were this close he had set his heart on death. He feels it again, the intimacy of Paul’s knife as though it were sliding into him.

“You’re mine,” Paul whispers and his hand finds Feyd-Rautha’s throat. His blue-within-blue eyes hold a spell over him. “That much I am certain of.” 

Heat swells inside Feyd-Rautha. Paul squeezes his throat and a trill of arousal shoots through him, hot between his thighs. His breath hitches. Air tight. He grabs Paul’s wrist but does not remove it from his neck. He slides his fingers against the inside of the boy’s wrist. A steady pulse. 

“I want—” Feyd-Rautha rasps, “My seat of office. My holdings.”

“Giedi Prime will surrender,” Paul hisses, and he feels the boy’s heartbeat quicken. Urgency. Perhaps even despair. “Lest I unleash my legions and burn it to the ground.” Closer. “And do you not deserve annihilation? After all your house has done.”

Feyd-Rautha turns his face against Paul's. Shared breath. 

“For what, Atreides? The death of your father?” Feyd-Rautha rasps. “Great houses kill each other all the time.” He presses against the hand on his throat. “Giedi Prime will surrender if you reinstate my rank. Not before.” He speaks it like Uncle would, but it is the heat that draws him, the fire of power in the boy more than the price.

A hard shove crushes Feyd-Rautha against the floor. The prophet is on top of him, and Feyd-Rautha is fully hard against his enemy. He chokes out a moan, blood thrumming in his ears as though he is in the arena again, or under Uncle.

Paul’s fingers dig into his wound, the touch does not open skin but it could. Feyd-Rautha wants it. He grabs Paul and in a hard sweep pushes Paul down into the dust, straddles him, knocks the air out of his lungs.  And grabs for his knife.

“ꜱᴛᴏᴘ!” 

Feyd-Rautha halts.

“If you touch my knife, you die. You cannot desecrate it.”

“I’ve desecrated worse,” Feyd-Rautha breathes against Paul’s lips. He pushes his hands into Paul’s thick hair, and the boy rears up beneath him. 

The edge of Paul’s blade pushes against Feyd-Rautha’s neck. He feels his cock twitch and Paul must feel it too where he sits on the boy’s hips. Shame and arousal flood Feyd-Rautha in equal measure.

“Do it.” Feyd-Rautha leans lower, feeling his skin split as he presses his mouth against that of his cousin. Paul’s lips are chipped and hot and Feyd-Rautha pushes his tongue inside and tastes the spice-heat of him and for a moment that is all there is to the world. Blood drips down his chin to their mouths. Paul’s fist jabs into his stomach. The next second Feyd-Rautha is on his back again. 

Paul’s boot comes down on his throat. Blood mingles with dirt.

Feyd-Rautha moves his hand to his aching cock and grabs himself through his garment as Paul puts more weight on his throat.

“Cousin,” Feyd-Rautha groans. 

Paul ignores the vulgarity before him and licks Feyd-Rautha’s blood from his lips, but there is no sensuality in it, only the ingestion of moisture. And something else, too. 

Ownership.

“You’re an animal.” Paul snarls, he looks like he wants to spit out Feyd-Rautha’s taste but instead he swallows. Paul crouches next to him, mindful of Feyd-Rautha’s every movement. “But I have broken hounds many a time, even as a boy.” And softer, “You are no different.”

“Make me your dog,” Feyd-Rautha says, “but leave me my house.”

“Why should I when I have you at my mercy?”

“Because it’s what you’ve planned already, isn’t it cousin?” 

Paul observes him, shows nothing. What was their little tumble for if not to placate Feyd-Rautha? 

“You do not care for my title.” Feyd-Rautha fights down the anger of having been manipulated so easily. “Only my holdings. “You want to ally our houses, by oath and contract. To avoid bloodshed.” Now it’s Feyd-Rautha's turn to observe the would-be emperor. 

There it is. That despair again, and so near it, the rage of the boy whose father and household died by Harkonnen design. 

“I will give you half my holdings.”

“Two-thirds.”

Feyd-Rautha laughs, agrees. Giedi Prime’s official estates and profit are only part of what Uncle kept in his secret coffers. 

“Your trickery will not serve you,” Paul says as though glimpsing his thoughts. “I will bring you to heel, Harkonnen.” 

“I am looking forward to it,” Feyd-Rautha grins, and thinks, I will kill him. 

Paul Muad’Dib Atreides lets go of him and rights his garments. The boy touches his lips with his fingertips. 

“Don’t do that again.”

Then Paul steps back and opens the door to his mother who has waited outside. Together they leave. Paul spares no second glance for his prisoner as though he does not exist beyond the confines of the hall. 

Feyd-Rautha looks after him and touches his own lips, his throat and the cut.

Something takes root in Feyd-Rautha, far deeper and more poisonous than hate: 

Longing.

Paul Atreides denies him an easy death. Feyd-Rautha has to deal with his new position.

tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content (in the later chapters), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, feyd-rauther is his usual little freak self, will include mentions of noncon later on

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Paul Atreides denies him an easy death. Feyd-Rautha does not bleed out in front of the emperor and the terrorist’s household, his Fremen filth and whore mother. Instead, Feyd-Rautha dreams of death on the dirty floor of a prison cell. 

Blood rusts over his mouth, dries to flakes before his body hits the stone, and Feyd-Rautha tongues at it as his hands try to staunch the bleeding of his wounds. He presses where Paul Muad’Dib Atreides has pushed inside him with his blade, hot from the desert air, a pleasure so close to pain or pain so close to pleasure, Feyd-Rautha cannot name the difference.

He writhes now where he lays in a silence more shameful than defeat. All his life he has fantasised of dying in battle, perhaps in the arena, broken by a stronger hand with the rush of fighting still hot in his blood and the screams of the masses in his ears. Triumphant. Foolish of him. Such wishes come to nothing. This is one lesson the Baron could not teach him, not while he had held Feyd-Rautha under the monstrous wing of his tutelage. Sheltered is what he had been, he realises as flies start to buzz around him, landing on his opened flesh. He swats them away, but they circle him as merciless as any blood-drinking desert bird. No, he rots as any piece of meat left under Arrakis’ pitiless sun.

But he will not die. Or have they thrown him into this cell to find an ignominious end and shame the house of Harkonnen? But what advantage would that bring? Half-delirious, Feyd-Rautha shoves a swath of his leather pteruges over his wounds and pulls it tight against his opened skin to shield it from the flies and what eggs they might burrow into his flesh. A shaky exhale flees his lips as he tries to slow his breathing. What would Uncle say if he saw him like this, disgraced and defeated? Would he have fallen from the favour he clawed his way into? Then again, Uncle is dead. Slaughtered like a pig. The memory stirs Feyd-Rautha’s blood and he moans through his teeth. 

The door opens. Feyd-Rautha looks at the upside-down figures, dark-robed, Suk-braids over their left shoulders, a man kneels down beside him, painted lips, cold eyes, and a finger presses into Feyd-Rautha’s mouth with a salve so bitter and tingling he forgets all else for a moment. 

Then darkness sears his eyes shut.

When next Feyd-Rautha wakes, it’s in an airy room. Black night outside. Translucent white curtains billow and desert wind scatters fine dust over the luxurious trappings of the room: a massive wooden table shining with polish, jewels set into silverware, finely wrought tapestries depicting one of the Arrakeen beasts, a sandworm— 

A figure moves from between the curtains, a slow, irregular step. The tall and lean silhouette of the would-be emperor. Feyd-Rautha feels for his wounds, bandaged, then tests his muscles and grits his teeth as pain shoots through him so incandescent he sees lights behind his lids.

“Cousin,” Paul Atreides says in his slow, dragging voice, a voice that holds witch-power as they all heard when Muad’Dib silenced Shaddam’s Truthsayer. 

Feyd-Rautha groans as he tries to sit up. 

Paul watches his efforts from above with cold blue-within-blue eyes. Eyes that are not his own, it seems, eyes that shimmer with a strangeness that makes Feyd-Rautha shiver. 

Paul slinks closer, desert-creature, false prophet, predator. Killer. Except, of course, Feyd-Rautha is alive and by his wish. Or has he died in that filthy cell?

“You recover well,” Paul says. “But I will need you to heal faster.”

Feyd-Rautha sits up with all his strength, feels one of the stab-wounds’ stitches rip. Blood blooms through the white bandages on his torso. Paul tuts. Then Paul is beside him and pushes him back down, efficient, his hands warm on Feyd-Rautha’s skin, black dusty curls brushing his cheek, and Feyd-Rautha breathes him in, spice and desert and a hint of the acrid stench of stillsuits, and beneath it something boyish and honied. Feyd-Rautha wants to sink his teeth into it, tear him apart. 

“Why?” Feyd-Rautha rasps. “Why didn’t you kill—”

“I don’t waste my resources,” Paul says. 

The Atreides lets go of him as though he’s handled some unruly hound. 

“Resources…?”

“Don’t play dumb, Harkonnen,” Paul says evenly, and after a moment’s hesitation he sits on the mattress beside Feyd-Rautha. The oddness of it strikes him, no-one has ever sat beside his sick-bed, certainly not Uncle, nor maid or doctor. He would have killed any who’d have tried. He looks for a weapon now. His eyes sink to the crysknife at Paul’s hip. Iron tang of blood in his mouth.

“Try it,” Paul says, steel in his voice that he’d already shown when confronting the emperor. Power too, the fierceness of a demigod. 

“I just might,” Feyd-Rautha says and finds Paul’s gaze, grins, “Make you kill me after all, cousin.” He bares his black teeth, “All this for nothing.” 

And Feyd-Rautha spits his blood into Paul’s face. Paul does not flinch. His blue-within-blue eyes seem to burn in the glint of the glowglobes. He’s beautiful like that, with his blood on his face, and it hits Feyd-Rautha unexpectedly. Time stills around them. Breath does not come easily as he inhales. 

“I rule you now,” Paul whispers, dips two fingers into the blood on his cheek and sucks it off his fingers, “Your water is mine.” 

A shiver runs down Feyd-Rautha’s spine, humiliation and with it the hook of desire low in his stomach. If Paul notices what it does to him, he does not show it. 

“What do you want of me?” Feyd-Rautha curls his fists in the bedding.

“You’ll know soon enough, Baron,” Paul says and stands. “Heal quickly.” 

With that, he leaves.

The rush of wind and sand fills the room. The grating of it, abrading all it touches. Feyd-Rautha bites his lip, breathes in deeply until all scent of the boy-prophet has gone and cold darkness envelops him whole. 

This planet holds nothing but strangers now. The only family Feyd-Rautha has left is Paul Atreides.

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masterlist: dune;

AU LIST.

au; giedi prime --

[ABO] A Harkonnen raid lands an unpresented Eli in the emerald mining slave pits on Giedi Prime. Six months in and starving, he chances an attempt at stealing food from an older man - a mistake that ought to get him killed. Instead, the man - Gurney Halleck - finds some pity still in him, and when he realizes the thief is in the same sleeping block as him, he takes it upon himself to try teach him how to survive in the pits. When Eli begins to present as an omega, a revelation that would immediately have gotten him dragged from the pits and sold to the highest bidder, the pair begin desperately working to hide what he is from everyone around them. They are eventually separated during an Atreides raid, in which Gurney escapes to his freedom, and Eli willingly gives himself up to Harkonnen guards and exposes his designation as an omega to stop them from shooting him and secure the time needed for Gurney and the others in their group to escape. They meet again many years later, when they briefly spot one another at a Landsraad social event. Pairings: heavily Gurney/Eli-centric, but also features eventual Duncan/Eli and Leto/Eli Specific warnings: Large age gap, miscommunications leading to relationship conflicts, omegaverse, heat/rut/mating cycles, biting/claiming, breeding, pregnancy, oc kids, canon-typical events and violence. See the warnings page for more general blog warnings.

writing. aesthetics. playlist.

au; royal concubine --

[ABO] Eli is bought as an unpresented but guaranteed omega in an auction by Shaddam IV to be added to his harem. Not fond of being bought, and not fond of the man who bought him, Eli conspires to find a way out of his situation. He works with a new friend - Emma, a fellow concubine - to learn the ins and outs of the political and social intrigue that takes place between the Houses at Landsraad social events in an attempt to find a way out. While scoping out Leto Atreides as a potential ally after hearing of his reputation, he's intercepted by Gurney Halleck, who proves himself to be just the man Eli is looking for. Pairings: Gurney/Eli, casual Duncan/Eli, casual Leto/Eli, Cando/Eli, casual Stilgar/Eli, noncon Shaddam/Eli, noncon/dubcon advances Fenring/Eli Specific warnings: Large age gap, manipulation, sex as a tool, pregnancy, oc kid, slut-shaming, omegaverse, heat/rut/mating cycles, breeding, biting/claiming, drugging, canon-typical events and violence. See the warnings page for more general blog warnings.

writing. aesthetics. playlist.

au; giedi bonds --

[ABO] A Harkonnen raid lands a young Eli in the child-hunt on Giedi Prime alongside Duncan Idaho. The two meet each other when Eli spots Duncan being chased by a hunting party from a tree he's climbed into to hide from the same hunters. He risks alerting Duncan to the danger, and gets him into the tree with him before the hunting party comes through. When the group passes, Eli and Duncan form an alliance and grow close through the trials of helping each other survive. A "Duncan and Eli grow up together" AU. Pairings: Duncan/Eli, Gurney/Eli, Leto/Eli, brief Leto/Jessica Specific warnings: Large age gap, omegaverse, heat/rut/mating cycles, breeding, pregnancy, lots of oc kids, biting/claiming, BG bullshittery, Jessica used as a weapon, very bad no good decisions on Leto's part, misunderstandings, cheating(?), relationship angst, unwanted sexual advances.

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nonspecific; misc drabbles --

tba.

RELATIONSHIP LIST.

key: "/" = possible sexual relationship. "&" = nonsexual relationship.

ROMANTIC;

gurney halleck/eli kemper

duncan idaho/eli kemper

leto atreides/eli kemper

[OC] cando/eli kemper

ANTAGONISTIC;

shaddam corrino iv/eli kemper

hasimir fenring/eli kemper

piter devries&eli kemper

vladimir harkonnen&eli kemper

glossu rabban&eli kemper

feyd-rautha harkonnen/eli kemper

PLATONIC;

thufir hawat&eli kemper

paul atreides&eli kemper

chani&eli kemper

stilgar/eli kemper

[OC] torynn&eli kemper

[OC] emma&eli kemper

[OC] sophie&eli kemper

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Paralelismos entre Dune de Frank Herbert y Canción de hielo y fuego de George RR Martin por Ladyperluskalstkme

Tengo que reconocer que Dune de Frank Herbert es una novela que me leí gracias a la adaptación al cine que hizo de ella David Lynch que se encuentra por muchos motivos entre mis películas de culto. Es una historia de ciencia ficción que me fascino por el escenario que muestra tan distinto de lo que habíamos visto en dicho genero.

Este ensayo va a comparar a grandes rasgos las similitudes de Dune y Canción de hielo y fuego que son muy numerosas y que pueden indicar perfectamente hacia donde se dirige la historia de Canción y es que creo que esta novela junto a Cumbres borrascosas, como ya lo expuse en otro ensayo, son una de las principales fuentes donde se baso George RR Martin para su famosa saga.

Las historia gira en un futuro de nuestro universo en una galaxia de tintes pseudomedievales regido por grandes casas que habitan en sus correspondientes planetas, Los Atreides, los Harkonnen y Los Corrino son las principales familias del Landsraad nombre como es conocido ese universo. Tenemos también a las Bene Gesserit orden femenina vistas como brujas por sus detractores. Los Fremen fieras tribus libres de Arrakis o Dune que poseen unos ojos azules en su totalidad por la especia, y tenemos también a la CHOAM, una corporación universal para el desarrollo comercial que controla el emperador y las grandes casas junto con las Bene gesserit y la Cofradía espacial encargada de los viajes espaciales plegando el universo gracias a la melange o especia.

La historia de Dune gira alrededor de el enfrentamiento entre las casas que anteriormente he mencionado por el control del planeta Arrakis o Dune, fuente de la especia, sustancia vital por muchos motivos para ese universo ya que el que la controla, controla el universo.

Los Atreides tienen como símbolo un halcón y son una familia que tiene muchas similitudes con los Stark y los Arryn ya que son familias nobles y justas muy queridas y respetadas por sus súbditos por su buen hacer como gobernantes, despertando gran lealtad entre su pueblo. Sus integrantes son el duque Leto Atreides, un personaje que es descrito idéntico a Ned Stark tanto en físico como en carácter, su concubina dama Jessica una Bene gesserit, descrita prácticamente igual a Catelyn Stark con su pelo cobrizo, ojos verdes, elegancia y su buen hacer como gobernanta de su casa y el hijo de ambos, Paul Atreides descrito también muy parecido a Jon, pero con los ojos verdes. Paul es un hijo vamos a decir que no legitimo ya que Jessica era la concubina del duque Leto y su misión era la de darle una hija, hecho que ella desobedeció por amor a su duque. Esa niña que tenia que haber dado a luz dama Jessica tenia que desposarse con el heredero Harkonnen para que de esta unión naciera el tan anhelado por las Benne gesserit kwisatz haderach, el ser humano perfecto

Los Harkonnen cuyo símbolo es un grifo que se puede relacionar con los Connington, también con los Targaryen, aunque yo personalmente creo que son una mezcla de los Lannister y los dragones Targaryen. Viven en un planeta llamado Giedi prime, un planeta que fue anteriormente rico en recursos que es sobrexplotado industrialmente por el dominio opresivo de los tiranos Harkonnen y que se encuentra muy contaminado, un escenario muy parecido a la antigua Valirya. Sus integrantes son el baron Vladimir Harkonen un ser obeso y abyecto a mas no poder que tiene que moverse a través de suspensores. Sus sobrinos Glossu “La bestia Rabban” que como indica su nombre es una autentica bestia sin escrúpulos y corto de entendederas que recuerda incluso hasta en su apodo a Gregor Cleganne “La montaña que cabalga” y su hermano Feyd Rautha heredero y favorito del varón, un joven muy atractivo pero taimado en su forma de ser que puede recordar a Joffrey Baratheon e incluso Daenerys ya que también sabe ser encantador y con el cual se tendría que haber casado Paul Atreides de haber nacido niña. El mentat Piter de Vries una especie de Petir Baelish porque hasta el nombre guarda una tremenda similitud como su obsesión por dama Jessica y las Bene gesserit, podría decirse que relativamente parecida la que tenia Meñique hacia Catelyn Stark. Los mentats son ademas una orden muy parecida a la de los maestres de Canción y toda familia tiene uno como sucede en la obra de Martin, siendo los instructores de sus hijos, consejeros e incluso hacer la función de espiás.

Y por ultimo tenemos a los Corrino la familia imperial del Landsraad cuyo símbolo es un león dorado compuesta por el Padisha emperador Shaddam IV, su hija Irulan y el conde Hasimir Fenring, un eunuco genético consejero y mejor amigo del emperador, ¿nos suena a alguien verdad?. A Varys efectivamente.

Sigo con los paralelismos que aun hay mas:

Empezamos por la climatología del planeta Arrakis (Dune), en el que nunca llueve, como el mundo de Canción en que las estaciones tienen una duración totalmente anormal, llegando un mesías que restablece el equilibrio en esos dos mundos. En Dune tenemos los gusanos de arena y en Canción los dragones, monstruos que tienen mucho que ver con dicha anomalía climatologíca y que esos mesías dominaran, llegando a convertirse en uno de ellos en el caso de Paul Atreides. Jon es un warg como todos sabemos y puede meterse en la mentes de su lobo y probablemente pueda dominar a los dragones por su sangre Targaryen.

En Dune también tenemos a la hermana asesina del mesías, santa Alia la del cuchillo, ¿y como se llama la “hermana” del mesías de Canción?. Arya y también es otra niña aficionada a los cuchillos, las dagas y con una lista de enemigos que matar.

-Tenemos al guerreo que siempre resucita en las dos historias, Duncan Idaho/Beric Dondarrion.

-Tenemos a la CHOAM/ El banco de hierro de Braavoos

-Tenemos a los danzarines rostro Tleilaxu/los hombres sin rostro, ambas sectas asesinas que utilizan los rostros e identidades de otros para cometer sus asesinatos.

-Paul Atreides y los Fremen utilizan como arma una palabra y en esta saga se habla de canciones creadoras por ejemplo de los niños del bosque.

-Tenemos a Pardot Kynes, planetologo imperial que desaparece para convivir con los fremen convirtiendose en uno de ellos, como Mance Ryder que deja la guardia para acaudillar a los salvajes.

-Tenemos a Gourney Halleck maestro de armas de los Atreides que después de su caída se une a una compañía de contrabandistas para luego volver con su señor Paul Atreides en su lucha contra los Harkonnen y el emperador, personaje que recuerda por su lealtad al noble caballero de la cebolla Davos Seaworth

-Tenemos compañías de contrabandistas que roban la especia que recuerdan a las compañías de mercenarios en Essos.

-Tenemos también un paralelismo muy grande en como Glossu Harkonnen “La bestia Rabban” trata a los Fremen por orden de su tío el varón Harkonnen, lo mismo que Gregor Cleganne “la montaña que cabalga” sigue las ordenes de Tywin Lannister arrasando con el campesinado de las tierras de los ríos sin piedad

La historia de Dune va de la caída de la familia Atreides en el momento en que llegan al planeta Arrakis para controlar durante unos años como les corresponden la producción de especia. Antes de su salida de Caladan la reverenda madre de las Bene gesserit Gaius Hellen Mohian antigua instructora de dama Jessica, hace una prueba a Paul donde descubre el gran poder que tiene el muchacho perdonándole la vida pero avisándole a Jessica que por el padre no puede hacer nada… En la caída de la casa Atreides están detrás el emperador y los Harkonnen antiguos regentes de Arrakis que se niegan a dejar de ostentar ese poder y son enemigos seculares de los Atreides. Todo esto lo sospecha el duque Leto haciendo todo lo posible para neutralizar las acciones de sus enemigos pero tienen un topo en sus filas, el doctor Yueh que contribuye en la caída y muerte del duque Leto, pero sin embargo ayuda a la huida de Paul y dama Jessica que se encuentra embarazada de Alia. En su huida, son acogidos por el pueblo fremen, pueblo hostigado a mas no poder por los Harkonnen que creen en que un mesías que sera hijo de una Bene gesserit va a llegar para restablecer el equilibrio climático en Dune y les va a traer la tan ansiada agua que es un autentico tesoro para ellos. Dama Jessica da a luz a Alia en pleno trance ritual de la ingesta del Agua de vida, veneno iluminante. En plena agonía de la transformación del venero en sustancia inocua en el organismo, dama Jessica y la niña no nata se convierten en reverendas madres. Mientras tanto Paul Moab dib llamado así ya por los fremen va descubriendo poco a poco quien es y cual es su destino siendo instruido por ellos en sus formas de combate y toma como compañera a Chani la hija de uno de sus caudillos con la cual tendrá dos hijos. También descubre la gran cantidad de agua que tienen almacenada los fremen y que va a ayudar al restablecimiento climatologico de Arrakis. Para descubrir ya si es el mesías que esperan los Fremen Paul tiene que tomar el Agua de vida veneno que lo deja en un trance comatoso durante tres semanas, despertando o resucitando ya como el kwisatz haderach o mesías de Dune, empezando ya una campaña de hostigamiento a sus enemigos Harkonnen y contra el emperador saboteando la producción de especia. A Paul Atreides y los fremen se van uniendo las bandas de contrabandistas en la que milita en una de ellas el antiguo maestro de armas de la casa Atreides, Gounney Halleck. También logra junto a los fremen y su dominio de la voz controlar e incluso montar a los enormes gusanos de arena y ya es cuando se realiza el asalto a la residencia de los Harkonnen en Dune donde también se encuentran para intentar combatir la yihad de Paul Atreides, el emperador Shaddam, su hija Irulan, Los Harkonnen con el conde, su sobrino Fayd Rautha, la Benne gesserit Gaius Hellen Mohiam y el pobre Tuffir Hawat mentat de los Atreides capturado por los Harkonnen que lo han mantenido con ellos por ser el mentat mas poderoso del Landraad y al cual mantienen vivo con un veneno del cual ellos solo tienen el antídoto y porque Piter de Vries murió al morir el duque Leto. Paul se enfrentara finalmente a su rival Feyd Rautha y su hermana Alia mata a cuchilladas al barón Harkonen proclamándose Paul como Emperador, desterrando a Shadam IV al planeta Salusa secundus y casándose por mero interés político con Irulan la hija del emperador. En Arrakis empieza a llover.

Añado que el barón Harkonnen había educado a su sobrino predilecto Feyd Rautha para ser el emperador del Laandsraad y que en sus planes estaba el derrocar a su supuesto aliado Shadam IV, por eso Feyd Rautha se revuelve contra Paul en el ultimo momento, porque ve como el sueño de toda su vida y para lo que ha sido educado se le escapa de las manos porque hay otro candidato que lo merece mas que el, precisamente por ser el kwisatz haderach y porque ha conseguido de la nada muchos mas apoyos y siendo su causa mucho mas justa por mucho que intentaran acabar con el y su familia por meros intereses políticos y económicos. También decir que el barón Harkonnen era el padre de dama Jessica, por tanto abuelo de Paul, pero que no ejerció como tal ya que solo lo hizo por selección genética para conseguir la unión definitiva entre Atreides y Harkonnen para crear el kwisatz haderach y que dama Jessica mando al traste al dar a luz a Paul y no una niña como tenia ordenado, haciendo ya insalvable la antigua enemistad entre las dos familias, por lo tanto Paul Atreides y Feyd Rautha eran primos.

Para terminar este ensayo voy a comparar a Paul Atrides con Jon Nieve y lo que puede suceder con el personaje de Jon y el trascurrir de la historia de Canción donde mezclo hechos de serie y libros.

Los dos personajes guardan muchísima similitud física, ya que la única diferencia estriba en el color de los ojos, ya que Jon los tiene grises y Paul verdes, pero son descritos como jóvenes morenos de complexión delgada y fibrosa, no muy altos de estatura y con un carácter serio y solemne que despiertan una lealtad inquebrantable entre los que les rodean y también algunas envidias.

Los dos no son hijos legítimos, ya que Paul es hijo de una concubina que desobedeció la orden de no tener hijos varones y con ello contribuyo a la momentánea caída de la casa Atreides. Jon es criado haciéndolo pasar como el bastardo del hermano de su madre que lo tuvo fruto de una relación que acarreo unas consecuencias nefastas, entre ellas una guerra como todos sabemos.

Los dos se quedan sin padre, Leto asesinado por los Harkonnen a traición y Jon primero sin su padre biológico muerto en combate y después su tío el que le cría haciéndolo pasar por su hijo también muere decapitado a traición por sus enemigos los Lannister.

Los dos tienen abuelos malvados y repulsivos; Paul un obeso cruel y abyecto que disfruta con la tortura y gusto por los chicos jóvenes, entre ellos su propio sobrino Feyd y Jon que tiene por abuelo a un rey loco y grotesco con sus larguísimas uñas que gusta de quemar a la gente y maltratar a su esposa que a la vez es su hermana y que mato al otro abuelo de Jon, Rickard Stark y su hijo Brandon cuando fueron a Desembarco a pedir cuentas sobre el “secuestro” de Lyanna Stark, la madre de Jon.

Tanto Jon como Paul tienen que dejar sus hogares para ir a vivir a otros lugares mucho mas inhóspitos y peligrosos y en los dos sitios tienen que convivir con los nativos de dichos lugares, los cuales en los dos casos son injustamente maltratados y considerados como parias y que luego se convertirán en sus lideres para devolverles el lugar que les corresponde y a los cuales también protegerán. También se enamoran de jóvenes pertenecientes a esos pueblos que los acogen, como Jon lo hace de Ygritte y Paul de Chani, dos jóvenes que también terminan muriendo dejando un recuerdo imborrable en los dos personajes.

Los dos también mueren y resucitan convertidos en héroes legendarios que van a llevar el equilibrio a sus respectivos mundos, Paul el ansiada agua en el desértico Arrakis y Jon el equilibrio climático entre las estaciones tan descompensadas en su duración.

Los dos tienen “rivales” que han sido criados o educados para desempeñar esos roles como son Feyd Rautha en el caso de Paul y Daenerys Targaryen la cual cree ser la legitima heredera de Poniente, contando con muchos mas apoyos logísticos en lo dos casos de los rivales y siendo también parientes en los dos casos; Paul y Feyd primos, Jon y Daenerys tía y sobrino. Por eso mismo creo que entre Jon y Daenerys va a haber enfrentamiento ya que no creo que le siente nada bien a Daenerys saber que tiene un sobrino que es el legitimo heredero del trono que tanto ansia y anhela y probablemente se revuelva contra Jon lo mismo que Feyd Rautha celoso de todo lo que había conseguido su primo Paul y que le ha arrebatado.

Los dos tienen su propia profecía cumplida indirectamente; Paul la del Kwisatz haderach que tenia que haber sido su hijo de haber nacido niña y haberse casado con Feyd Rautha, y Jon la de Azor Ahai que creía en un principio ser el que fue su padre biológico, Rhaegar Targaryen, que luego creyó que era su otro hijo, Aegon, pero que creo que descubrió al fin que iba a ser del hijo que tuviera con Lyanna Stark cuando la conoció en Harrenhall.

Los dos tienen dos hermanas con prácticamente el mismo nombre y gusto por los cuchillos; Alia que a su despreciable abuelo el barón Harkonnen a cuchiladas. Por eso también creo que Arya tiene que cumplir toda su lista y en esa lista esta Cersei. Arya se ha preparado en la casa de blanco y negro para ser una asesina sin rostro para vengarse de los que destruyeron a su familia. En esa lista esta Cersei y creo que ella va a ser el valonqar de la profecía que mate a la Lannister con el rostro de Jaime que cogerá después de que este caiga en el norte y usara cuando Jon y sus fuerzas entre en Desembarco, a lo Paul Atreides en la residencia de los Harkonnen en Arrakis, para reclamar el trono.

Conclusión; Por toda estas similitudes creo que Jon es AA, que va ser el rey de Poniente por derecho y por conquista, que va a gobernar desde Invernalia como Paul Atreides lo hace desde Arrakis planeta que considera ya su hogar y donde lo consideran ya un dios, iniciando una nueva dinastía.

Y por supuesto recomendaros también que leáis esta maravillosa novela que a mi me fascina, lo mismo que la película de David Lynch, incluso la miniserie que se hizo hace unos años sobre Dune y Los hijos de Dune y saquéis vuestras propias conclusiones.