#warmaster gurney halleck

[mariamariquinha]

True Blue (Gurney Halleck x f!reader) - part 2

Part 1

Summary: You got back to Caladan for good.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: I still don’t know shit about Dune universe. Sorry. This is still REALLY experimental. Other than that, nothing to worry about here.

Author’s Note: I’m still in a thing for Josh Brolin and since the new material of Dune 2, this got worse. Gimme traumatized men. 

This is the end of the line for Gurney though, at least here. Writing for him was an amazing experience!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Nefertari hugged you firmly, which was always impressive from how delicate people assumed she was. Well, indeed, the girl held herself with such femininity - anyone would guess this façade transcended to her physicality. She had strong hands, large hips to sustain healthy heirs.

You would miss her.

When the news of the marriage came to be a thing, Lady Holda received a letter that made her give you a side glance, then an order for a particular reunion to discuss the matter. You thought, perhaps, that she could be still weighing her options towards your companion, and you were right. It was the first thing that left her mouth that night.

“Recently, though, I’ve been informed that your presence might be required for a political position. For our planet, of course, but not here.”

“If not here… where?”

“Caladan.”

Later on, during other discussions that would proceed the information and secretive way Lady Holda insisted on maintain towards the matter, you’d come to know that it was a personal advice from Lady Jessica herself to the Duke, less of a courtesy from the friendly partnership between families and more of a conscious strategy (as was said in these same future conversations).

You just knew for sure your new capacities when, during a visit from House Atreides, Lady Jessica requested a much less politicized private conversation; with Nefertari's permission, the two of you sat at the table in her guest room and drank tea.

“I assume that Lady Holda mentioned my suggestion for you,” She said mid sips, eyes wary while watching you fiddle with the cup in your hands.

“She did.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Again, you had the feeling that she was testing you, using the right words and the right questions, planning her analysis. She had that in her, a passiveness calm with a lot to say but enough control to prevent an unnecessary waste of time. You didn’t think, for a single moment, that she would want to be your friend; after all, it was her suggestion, and she wanted to be sure of it.

“... Surprised,” You took a small sip of the tea, unpleased by the taste, but averting your gaze for more than to hide your discontent.

“Not shocked.” Lady Jessica pointed out.

“I was expecting a move since the proposal. Couldn’t have guessed that it would come from Caladan.”

“Any particular reason?”

The letter Gurney had written, at that point more than a year old from its delivery, was still fresh in your mind, as well as safely tucked away in your chambers. For some reason, you kept that secret as something to feel, the hope that one day, when Nefertari was gone, you could follow a path that would lead you to something as warm and gentle as that.

You didn't consider that maybe he brought it up to someone during that time; judging by the way Lady Jessica stared at you, giving her a barely perceptible crooked smile, you were afraid that it would finally take shape and interfere with a friendly farewell with House Kio. Your face burned in embarrassment. She must’ve known about the whole thing, even if there wasn’t a lot to see.

“Lady Holda is still reticent about the invitation,” With the same low tone she used to start the topic, she mentioned a subtle change. “Says you could have more value here, perhaps in another position. I’m yet to see your talent with music as she so much said.”

“I believe this is a statement on this planet.” You smiled a little, which made her tilt her head to the side - the slight reference of amusement.

“Maybe.” Was all she said for a moment, measuring your crouched and shy posture discreetly.

You two shared the rest of the tea in silence, the talk about the planet being more persistent than anything related to you. Soon, there would be a dinner for her and the Duke, so no one could waste any more time circling such serious themes.

Still, when you were at the door, Lady Jessica said something you wouldn’t forget for days.

“Some of the members of our House will see the news with good eyes. Be sure that, whatever the answer may be, you’ve made quite an impression.”

“I can say the same about them.”

And you hoped, with all vigor, that it still included Gurney.

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“At least you’ll keep in contact? I wanna know everything,” Nefertari grabbed both of your cheeks, the party of her wedding long forgotten behind the big doors that separated the corridor where you both shared your goodbyes.

“Of course I will. And you, I hope.”

“You know me. I wouldn’t be able to keep my mind in peace now that I’ll lose you.”

“But you’ll have a prominent husband - soon, beautiful heirs as well. I’m sure you’ll be fine without me.”

From afar, Lady Holda kept still, face skeptical while watching the scene. When her daughter hugged you again, you could see her on the verge of impatience, indicating that this should end soon.

The decision of making everything almost hidden was from Nefertari’s father. Being a very reserved man, he recognized that even if it was a good trade, the attention shouldn’t be turned to a dramatic scene instead of the wedding - he knew his daughter well. Your belongings were organized and ready to go for weeks, away from the preparations of the then soon-to-be bride, so the expectations were rational. At the beginning, you should’ve left after the party, but Lady Holda held a touch of her dissatisfaction with her husband’s decision to let you go and made it as quickly as she could.

“I better get going, Nefertari. They are waiting for me,” Against your better judgment, you got away from her embrace, taking two small steps back and preventing any tears from spilling out of your eyes while looking at her mother.

Truthfully, you didn’t know if anyone would be waiting, indeed, for you. While on the way, watching Chusuk disappear from your view, you felt apprehensive, then anxious. Of course Caladan had been a welcoming place, beautiful from its depths and diplomatic towards other planets you had the chance to see - still, you couldn’t calm your heart, ponder around the idea that from that moment on, you would be by yourself.

You thought of Gurney. Would he still be there, remembering your little and fast moments together, drinking in the same imaginative feelings? You wondered, hands gripping your dress, if he would share those shy glances again, if he was married, if he decided to just be professional since you were there for another capacity. You wondered if you two would see each other often or not at all, if he could play something nice - if you would be allowed to such a pleasantry.

Yes, you really thought of Gurney. You yearned for those same dreams and memories of him.

And as much as you loved Nefertari, you felt more comfort knowing that, somehow, that man would be a regular occurrence.

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You didn’t see him for the first two weeks. It sounded… fair, even if not pleasant. You weren’t so free of time like you were before, the sides of the castle you started to visit weren't the best ones, the parts dedicated to the visits. The reception was less warm than the first time, limited to bureaucracy matters and none of the Duke’s inner circle.

They gave you instructions, medical surveillance and clothes that you should wear. You would take care of one Chusuk’ diplomat schedule, almost the same duty you did to Nefertari, but with more political terms and less beautiful gowns. Those clothes, which were skirts and shirts and pants in neutral tones, were specially designed to make you a part, but not a full picture. It was… natural, for you. Easy.

During those two weeks, you resisted the urge to ask about Gurney. Too early, maybe, or too suspicious in a way. You didn’t want to get under the impression that you were disrespecting your new duties or your determination to learn more. This diplomat, named Donkor Ziad, soon presented himself as a great friend of House Kio and you two recognized each other just as fast. It should make you more at ease, and it did, but Donkor Ziad wasn’t as magnetic as Gurney; not enough to make you forget the man.

“What are you thinking of your stay so far?”

You could’ve just guessed that your presence at that dinner was, at best, arranged as a formal condition. There were a few other members from the politics, a small participation for something you couldn’t quite catch, and perhaps Lady Jessica found the best moment to speculate about your presence. You looked at her, then around, as if having a deja vu from your first time on the planet.

“Pleasant. Donkor Ziad is a good tutor.”

“And your house? Is it any of your likings?”

There was a part of him, a sensitive and modest part of him, that recognized her intentions in being so succinct with her questions. Surely she wasn't so worried about you, such an insignificant person in an inferior position, but something that could have been on her mind since your visit so long ago. You considered asking. Knowing enough about the Bene Gesserit, you thought it might be disrespectful to act suspiciously, so you limited yourself to a nod and a coy smile.

“Of course.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

She didn’t mention that your house was close to the military buildings, where most of the soldiers lived, nor that their training could bother you somehow. It didn’t honestly; you always woke up wishing you would have the luck to see Gurney somehow.

Then you sensed it; the presence. He wasn’t one to wear strong fragrances, but his presence itself could be known just by his aura. You turned slightly to your left side and… And Gurney was there.

He was just the same as you remembered. Stern, indeed, but with a warm gaze directed to certain privileged people - the same ones who would have his voluntary attention. Magnetic from the way he stood there, watching your face with surprise and some sort of admiration, probably with the same reaction as you. Your cheeks were warm; your hands, both holding a cup of a drink, gripped the object with a nervous strength.

“... Warmaster Halleck.” You said first, suddenly aware that you’d been watched. Gurney blinked a few times, cleared his throat and averted his gaze to look at Lady Jessica before turning to you again.

“Good evening.”

And he bowed his head respectfully, eyeing the extension of your chest and face while coming back to a firm stance. Just after that, you noticed Duke Leto coming closer, and that seemed like your sign to distance yourself. You saluted him, Lady Jessica; when you gave two steps back, ready to withdraw your presence, you could see Gurney extending his hand discreetly, as if searching for you, before recoiling again.

Your heart sank inside your chest, your fingers tingled with desire to touch him and your mouth went dry at the thought of saying so many things, of being able to choose the same words he chose to confess an adoration you also had for him. Still had, yes.

He watched you go from afar, your feet heavy and eyes weeping with emotion.

For the first time since your arrival, you felt the delusional feeling that you’d found what was missing inside those walls or beautiful landscapes or receptive people or rich culture.

Caladan wasn’t the same without Gurney.

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He was outside your house, later that night. Ready to sleep, you saw him right after changing into your nightgown, standing a few steps away from your front yard (still in need of a human touch). The tip of your fingers touched unconsciously the strap of your clothes and you considered the man for a moment too long.

When you opened the door, Gurney blinked without reaction. When you took a step back, silently letting him in, he came cautiously, the uniform reflecting in the moonlight just as beautifully as his face.

No one said anything after he entered your house and closed the door. You two eyed each other, measured your faces again as if taking everything in, and your body shivered when he raised that same hand from before, this time not resisting his urges to touch you. It was subtle, discreet - he brushed the fabric covering your belly, made you whimper without thinking.

“Are you real?” Gurney got closer, eyes wandering every inch of your body now, openly admiring a not so modest view. You knew the fabric stuck on your skin, the evidence of your excitement more evident now that he was there.

You should feel ashamed, but you couldn’t. It was like he was meant to see you like that, bare and open for him to see.

“I am,” You managed to say, whispering, finger closing around his. “I am real.”

The first kiss was brief, but enough to make you lose the stability of your knees. With soft lips and the delicate brush of his goatee on your face, Gurney didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your body weakened by the sensation and pull you close. His palm splayed the extension of your nude back, the feeling of his calloused skin touching your sensitive one making you grip his arms firmly.

“We should wait,” His voice was rough against your lips, a small warning when you opened your mouth to receive him more warmly.

“Wait for what?” You asked, dissatisfied with having already waited so long for that and afraid of not having it anymore.

Gurney raised his head, opened his eyes and smiled.

“For you to become my wife.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, nor could process what he just said to you. Marriage, he said, the consummation of what you could only describe as love. And he was there, smiling, daring to ask you if you were real when you said words so full of meaning. Gurney was fulfilling a dormant dream of making you his.

“Soon?”

“There isn't a time close enough to satisfy my heart's desire to make this all ours,” But instead of any affectionate expression, his face fell in sadness. You frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“I should have said something sooner, gone after you before you could leave again. Deep down, I knew you were… It was you and… All I did was write a letter. I was a coward.”

“You filled my heart with so much hope, Gurney. A coward wouldn’t do that, not with me. You are certainly someone I would spend the rest of my life with.”

He was a man with so many scars, fears and experiences of a lifetime of pain. Nothing in the universe, you wanted to say, would make you believe that a man like him, with all the right to be a menace, a monster, decided to choose you that easily, someone who wouldn’t have much to offer than pure devotion and a joy of an unexpected love that transformed you so much.

Yes, you wanted to say all of this, but instead of a stumble of words, instead of trying to be just as delicate and dedicated as him, you kissed him again. Truthfully. And when you started to touch the buttons of his uniform again, he didn’t stop you.

“I’m yours. I want you to have me like this.”

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[seafoodpun]

“Gurney Halleck survived and has come back to avenge his friends. For people who know Dune, there will be a massive battle at the end of Part Two.”

--Denis Villeneuve

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Despite never having watched Dune, I’m obsessed with The Warmaster’s Wife (I literally read it at least once a week! I was wondering if uou could write a something in the same ‘verse as that from your prompt list - either 13 or 16!

Aw thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹

While you may hardly have noticed your husband's absence just a year ago, his lack of presence is like a void now. You know, logically, that he's likely alright. He's not in some far-flung corner in the galaxy. He's merely on the other side of the planet, on maneuvers with his men.

Still, you can't help but wonder if he's alright. If something were to go wrong, how would you know? Who would tell you?

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When you hear the click of the door lock a day sooner than you're meant to, you leap up out of your seat, practically charging down the hall. You hardly get a glimpse at Gurney before you're wrapping your arms around his shoulders, drawing him close. You hear the clatter of Gurney's things hitting the floor, and the thud of the door shutting behind him before he takes hold of you.

"Are you alright?" You mumble.

"I am. Are you?"

"'m fine. Just missed you something fierce."

"I missed you, too, sweet girl."

You smooth a hand up his back, resting it on his nape and allowing your eyes to close. You revel in the feeling of his body against yours, the rise and fall of his chest as he draws in a deep breath. You turn your head, peppering kisses along the side of his face, elating in the feeling of his cheek shifting as he smiles. He tips his head toward yours, pecking your lips gently, then leaning in for another kiss. You sigh softly, smoothing your fingers through his closely-cropped hair.

"You ought not hold me too long," He warns against your lips. You draw back just a touch, expression twisting in confusion before he adds, "I smell like a goat."

You giggle, cupping his cheek.

"Not nearly as bad. But I won't begrudge your cleaning up."

You step back, taking hold of his hand, urging him on before he can take his things up.

"I'll take care of them," You add, glancing back toward him. Gurney squeezes your hand, raising it to press a kiss to it.

"You're too good to me."

"Hardly," You mumble, turning away as your face heats at his tender praise. You lead the way into the bathroom and let go, walking to the tub and turning on the taps. You sit on the edge, adjusting the temperature and running your fingers under the stream to ensure it's not too hot. You glance back, gaze sweeping Gurney's body as he undresses. You avert your eyes again as he turns toward you.

"Set?" You ask.

"Yes."

You smile as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You reach back patting his cheek gently. His beard is overgrown a touch, but you don't mind it a bit.

"Take your time," You urge as you stand. "I'll start dinner."

Gurney doesn't let you go right away, instead resting his hands on your hips and drawing you close. Your gaze slips closed as his lips brush yours, then press warmly. You groan softly, sliding your hands over his biceps.

"You're certain you can't join me?" He murmurs, toying with the tie on the back of your dress. You blink up at him, at his sweet, desirous eyes, then bite your lip and nod a little.

"I suppose I could be persuaded."

[lieutenantfloyd]

Narrow Honor | Gurney Halleck x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Following the fall of the Imperium to the Fremen, House Atriedes hosts a dinner party for the remaining Great Houses. where Paul Atriedes informed them of his future plans. After the Reverend Mothers airs a number of personal and political grievances, You—a skilled Bene Gesserit and leader of the Fedaykin fighters—come to the defense of your marriage to Warmaster Gurney Halleck.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, arranged marriage, religion, heavy references of religion and use of scripture (Orange Catholic! Reader), canon divergence, the Bene Gesserit are terrible but Gurney plays the Baliset and makes everything ok.

Authors Note: This is very self indulgent, and can be read as x Reader or with an OC in mind.

Read on AO3

Paul Maud’dib sits solemnly at the head of the large stone table. The space around him is populated by the most important figures of the known universe.

Reverend Mother Jessica and the former Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV are seated on either side of the Lisan al Gaib. Princess irulan stands next to him, and flush with the wall behind them stands Chani. It took some convincing to get her here, but you’re most grateful that she’s in attendance.

To the left of Jessica is Stilgar, followed by the Fenring Reverend Mother, Lady Fenring herself, and two representatives from the Great Houses. Past Shaddam on Paul’s right sits House Corrino’s Reverend Mother, followed by four more representatives from the other Great Houses. You sit in the final chair, heading the table along with Paul, while Gurney stands doggedly behind your left shoulder.

Tensions are at an all time high, yet Paul looks as head strong as ever. Given your storied friendship and allegiance, his apparent security brings you ease.

A servant makes rounds and fills everyone's glasses with their choice of wine and water. The guests find relief from the dry, agitated air of Arrakis while each Fremen and member of House Atriedes in attendance leaves their own glasses untouched. While you know the liquids to be pure, they might as well be poisoned. you cringe at the blatant gluttony and wastefulness of it all. From across the room, you spot Paul sporting a similar look of disgust. Though his is almost immediately silenced in favor of a neutral but commanding stare. Your eyes then fall to Jessica, who signals to you both in hand speak.

A necessary sacrifice. 

You sit calm and quiet as the future of the now-fallen Imperium is laid out in exact terms. You've both attended and led plenty of meetings similar to this in the past months, but know that you are attending this one as more of a formality than anything. Despite the topic of conversation being impossibly heavy, you now feel a strange weightlessness after waging war against your Harkonnen oppressors for so long. 

Time advances unmonitored. Though your thoughts have been elsewhere, your senses have remained on alert. Sapped power, burst egos, and foiled plans are far too high in number around the table for you to ever feel comfortable.

Suddenly the sound of your name leaving Paul’s mouth finds your ears, and you perk up. 

“-their sacrifices have been crucial to our cause, and as such I will personally see that they both retain their respective titles of Fedaykin leader and House Atriedes Warmaster.” 

Angered murmurs break out amongst the table, but no one offers a formal rejection.

As Paul gives his closing statement, Gurney’s palm meets your shoulder and you place your own atop the dorsal side of his hand. Your subtle display of affection goes entirely unnoticed, but a silent affirmation passes between you. Equals in battle and in marriage.

The formal aspect of the dinner now over, the guests stand and begin mingling—albeit uncomfortably—amongst each other.

Again you hear the Corrino and Fenring Reverend Mothers speaking. Only this time they offer biting criticism not only of the situation at hand, but of your marriage—a marriage that they had a large hand in arranging. The things directed at yourself breeze past you, but you will allow none of their bitterness to be directed towards your Warmaster.

“-would have never allowed this shameful union to go forth if we had foreseen such an outcome. How terrible it is to see a talented yet difficult woman forced alongside such a brutal, ugly man…”

With a shattered heart, you feel Gurney’s stalwart hand leave you as he recoils at their hatred. Each and every forgotten doubt and insecurity about your arrangement suddenly comes flooding back to him. At the same time, you're assaulted by memories of countless cruel words shouted at you by members of the Sisterhood during your many years of training.

Jessica—your friend to the point of kinship—signs to you once more. Times have changed. Outside of us, the Sisterhood holds no power here.

Knowing her words to be true, you push your chair backward and stand in firm defiance of them. 

"SIT DOWN!" you command in Bene Gesserit tongue.  

Your ears are immediately allowed to savor the dull thud of bodies colliding with chairs. Paul dismisses Gurney and Stilgar in anticipation of your actions, knowing full well how their temper and affection will bring nothing but harm.

you don’t move a muscle as they leave. Though just as anticipated, you sense Gurney lingering just beyond the door.

Always a worrier, that one.

A glimmer of thought flashes behind your eyes then. A well trained Bene Gesserit wife should silence herself when in the company of both her husband and others. As quickly as the thought appears, your mind stamps it out. You know deeply how your talents greatly shadow your desire to comply.

Slamming your hands flat against the table, you capture what remaining attention isn't upon you and you hesitate none to unleash your displeasure.

"How dare you speak of your husband in this manner! Each of us sat lounging around this table knows perfectly well the nature of what he has done, achieved, and survived. There is not one individual amongst the Fremen or House Atriedes who will say that Gurney is an unrighteous or dishonorable man! And who knows the true nature of a man better than his own wife? How shameful of you to say that our marriage is anything short of suitable and well-anointed!"

your voice carries clear into the hall, and you sense only prideful satisfaction from your beloved standing in wait outside the door.

"Your flagrant talk has made clear where your allegiances lie. While we Fremen will do nothing of harm to you, we will also provide you no assistance in whatever lies ahead."

You inhale a sharpened breath. Paul offers a nod of endorsement without hesitation. An angry grin burns across your face.

"I hope your travels home are pleasant, seeing as you are no longer welcome here on Arrakis."

You turn on your heel without giving them the slightest chance to respond. your thoughts are focused solely on your desire to be away from everything. The fabric of your skirts flits behind you as your crysknife’s sand colored sheath glints against the sunlight.

"May shame befall each of you." you curse as you stride out of the room.

No one—not even Jessica or Chani—attempts to follow you. A fact of which you are thankful for.

Your footing is sure as you enter the hallway. The door closes behind you and you’re only a mere few feet past it before your arm is captured. If it were anyone else, your knife would have long since been buried in their flesh. Yet you know his touch as intimately as you know anything, and you willingly let yourself be pulled away.

You are content as he weaves his way through the halls and into your shared quarters.

Once the door is shut, you start to rid yourself of your armor and ceremonial clothing.

As you unpin your head-covering, you give quiet thanks for your strength along with the peace you are granted by Your Warmasters' safe return. You take the time to savor the slight weight of the Orange Catholic Bible you keep beneath your chest plate—a habit you formed after the Harkonnen’s and Sardaukar’s joint attack that led to Gurney’s apparent death.  Your mind floats easily to the scriptures. A renewed comfort filling you as you recite Psalm 29:11 under your breath. The Lord will give strength unto his people; the Lord will bless his people with peace.

After dressing yourself in soft and informal clothing, you pad your way over to Gurney and join him in sitting on your bed.

He’s discarded his shoes but remains in his earlier outfit. You’d usually scold him for dirtying the smooth, pale bed linens with his day clothes, but you decide against it after the mentally tiring events of today.

You settle less than an arm's length away from him and sit with crossed legs before you begin to loosen a small, knotted braid that lie buried amongst your tangled curls.

“May I request a song, beloved?”

He obliges you, and you hum softly along to the tune he plucks on his baliset.

So much uncertainty lies outside your door, and we both know that there is much to talk about. Nonetheless, you the heavy topics minimal thought. Both of you are in agreement that these quiet moments of domesticity are too far and few between to not be seized.

As his song comes to an end, you close the gap between us and make your feelings for him known—the same feelings that drive you to defend him so fiercely. The kiss you share is soft, and you’re satisfied with the content grumble that rolls through his chest.

A sudden jolt of laughter grows inside you. Unable to contain it, you pull away from his lips. He feigns offense at your departure before gruffly prompting you to explain.

“When the Bene Gesserit first declared our arrangement, they had hoped you’d give you a life of hardship. Given your frightening reputation, It made simple sense. But, knowing what you know now, you can’t help but find humor in how wrong their assessment was.”

“You don’t see your reputation as earned?” he interjects teasingly, and you send him a playful but sharp look in response.

“If only you’d seen their faces when I spoke out of turn…” you say.

Something in the air shifts, and his brow creases with earnest. A few beats of silence pass.

“I know their faces because I’ve seen the looks you earn. This was just the first time you’ve noticed.”

You soften instantly at his words. Gurney is not a man for flattery, and your training affirms that he only speaks truth.

“Stop being so… modest. You’ve well earned your praise.” He continues, taking note of your silence.

A sudden heat rises to your cheeks. He watches you for a few moments before shaking his head solemnly.

"All that you, Jessica, and the boy went through after the attacks… What you yourself have achieved…” he mumbles, shaking his head again.

“That lies behind us, and we must now look forward,” you say, bringing a hand to his face and running your thumb absentmindedly along the deep scar of his cheek.

You meant nothing but comfort, but his eyes quickly grow dark with concern. He doesn’t need to speak for you to know exactly what clouds his mind.

The future. It worries me.

Taking this as a cue, you give him a soft yet reassuring smile before changing the subject entirely.

“Seeing as we missed out on dinner, would you be a dear and go collect our portions?” you say while shifting to lie down flatly on our bed.

"Are you asking me to steal, my lady?”

You turn your head towards him.

“It’s not stealing if it’s already intended for you,” you say mirroring his playful stare with your tone.

“Hmm, is that so?” he grunts, “and how would that defense hold up against the Council?” he finishes with an added air of challenge.

While forming a response you notice that Gurney is already slipping into his shoes.

“Given that the council is presumably dissolved under Paul’s leadership, we’ll just have to wait and find out.” you counter.

He clicks his tongue, though not disapprovingly.

“Always one step ahead, aren’t you?”

“As is the Bene Gesserit way,” you reply, smiling.

You may be a hawkish and unwanted member of the Sisterhood, but that doesn’t mean you despise them in return. Their teachings have undoubtedly saved your life on more occasions than you care to count. They also—albeit accidentally—blessed you with a Great House that cares for you and a wonderful man made of humor, wit, and strength. While you and the Bene Gesserit may never see eye to eye, those two simple facts are more than enough to earn them a narrow piece of your honor.

[soursatellite]

The Waters We Brave - Ch. 1

Pairing: Gurney Halleck x Original Female Character (Moira Atreides)

Summary: The year is 10,189. House Atreides stands strong as one of the great houses of the known universe. Marchioness Moira Atreides, sister to the great Duke Leto, begins to fear the plots hiding beneath the waves.

Tags: Age Gap (original character is 31 and Gurney is in his early 50's), YEARNING, slow burn, devious political plots, plot heavy, fluff, angst, did I mention we're yearning? Leto and Moira being the sibling duo to end all sibling duos, Jessica and Moira being the girlbosses to end all girlbosses

Warnings: Self harm in the form of picking at skin due to stress

WC: 5044

Author's Note: It's here! This is my first ever fanfic and I'm so excited to be posting this. I hope all you Gurney lovers out there find some enjoyment in this. This is an introductory and VERY plot/character establishment heavy chapter. So if you like this and want me to keep writing this series PLEASE PLEASE let me know. I want to hear all of your thoughts. I promise that if I write future chapters they will be more GurneyxOC heavy, I just loved writting the political intrigue. Much love, Sputnik <3

Excerpt from the Histories of House Atreides:

The Duchess in the Shadows

  We turn now to another member of the House Atreides; the younger sister of the Duke Leto, Lady Moira Atreides. 12 years his junior in age but equal in mind, Moira Atreides was the picture of political prowess alongside her brother. She played such an integral part in his rule that some referred to her as, ‘The Duchess in the Shadows’. 

  Despite not being the direct heir, Lady Moira was raised with all the training a person of high political esteem may need by her and Leto’s father as a powerful asset to his son’s rule. And live up to the expectation she did. 

The Marchioness’ heavy dress whipped in the Caladanian winds as the door of the ship opened into a ramp, the feeling of the breeze a cool salve across her cheek and mind. She turns to look at the Atreides Warmaster, Gurney Halleck, standing slightly behind her left, “Are you not delighted to be home, dear Warmaster?” 

  The man’s face remained set in stone, “Overjoyed, my Lady”

  A laugh escapes her lips, “careful, one day you may slip up and I may be able to tell how you feel without asking,” the woman faces forward once again. The vessel they were onboard let out a final groan as its ramp fully extended. Moira couldn’t help stealing a deep breath of the air of her home world, a crisp welcome that she never failed to love. The few strands of her dark hair that had escaped the intricate updo atop her head tickled the sides of her face. Nothing could quell the joy that filled her heart upon returning home even after her 31 years of life on the planet. 

  The smile it brought her fails to leave her lips as she sees her family there to greet her. Her brother the Duke Leto, her good friend Lady Jessica, and beloved nephew Paul. The boy ran forward as Moira reached Caladans ground and pulled his Aunt into a firm hug. She gives a joking groan and pats his back, “Gods, my boy. As much as I adore your welcomes you cannot continue your greetings like this. When you are a man grown you will knock me off my feet.”

  The boy ignores her tease and pulls back with a smile, “we are happy for your return. And yours as well, Warmaster,” he says looking from his aunt to his tutor. The boy had already passed Moira in height despite being in his mid teens. The two share their pale skin and wavy dark hair, but he gained the greenish-blue eyes of his mother while Leto and Moira shared eyes of a dark brown.

  The Marchioness pats the boy’s back before continuing to walk towards Lady Jessica and Leto, “We are glad to be back. It feels like ages since I was graced with the loveliness of our home,” she holds out her arm to her brother for him to shake, and the man can’t help but let out his own laugh and grab her arm, pulling her into a firm, quick hug, “A month you have been gone, sister. One month too long. The planet has missed you.”

  “Well not just the planet I hope,” she says, sharing a smile with Jessica. 

  The woman gives a pleased look to her friend and takes her hand from Leto’s, “We’ve had a dinner prepared for your arrival. I know you must be exhausted, but it’s nothing a good meal among family won’t fix,” the group of them begin walking into the castle.

  As they walk, Moira catches Gurney starting to split off from the group and halts, “you will be joining us won’t you, sir?”

  He stops in place and turns, meeting the expectant eyes of the Lady Moira, “I did not wish to intrude, my Lady.”

  “Nonsense, Gurney,” she walks forward to him and takes his hand in hers, “you know you are family as much as the rest of us.”

  The man looks down at his rough hand encased in the Lady’s smooth skin, struggling to find the words to reply before Leto pipes up, “Yes we insist, Gurney. You must join us.”

  He clears his throat lightly and nods, “If the Duke and his family wish it.”

  Moira smiles. Ever the professional Gurney was. If Moira had learned anything in her years traveling with him, it was that the man would not seek to make his wishes known unless they could be phrased in a way that would please her or her lord brother.

  “Good. Now go get cleaned up and we will see you in our dining hall,” she gives his hand one last squeeze and Gurney gives her nothing more than a short nod before walking off. Moira turns back to her family, “I shall see you all in an hour.”

Gurney, above all else, was reliable. He was loyal and set in his ways, a feature he prided himself on. When the young Duke Leto Atreides had liberated the man from the Harkonnens in an Atreides raid on Giedi Prime, he vowed his loyalty to the Duke and his family. Thus his new routine was set in place. He proudly served his Duke and his family upon rising to the rank of Warmaster, and happily fell into routine. He tutored the Duke’s young son Paul and trained his soldiers. When the long day was done, he would retire to his room, read his books, and play the Baliset. With all the tumultuous tides his early life had brought, Gurney would have happily spent his eternity in this life, but life hardly let us have what we wanted. 

For the better part of the last two years, Gurney Halleck had found himself accompanying the Marchioness Moira Atreides on cross world and interplanetary diplomatic voyages. Now Lady Moira and Gurney sat at the private dinner table of Duke Leto, Lady Jessica, and the young pup Paul. The brother and sister talked emphatically of the recent excursion and the three others in the room simply sat and ate their dinners silently, they would hardly have been able to get a word in if they’d wanted to. Everyone knew that attempting to pull the siblings' attention from each other after they’d been apart and had so much to discuss was like trying to get a child to look away from a sky full of colorful fireworks.

The Warmaster had hardly noticed that his mind had been so far elsewhere from the table until he heard a lull of silence and looked up to see Lady Moira and the rest of the table looking at him expectantly after Moira had said something he’d failed to hear. Gurney internally chastised himself for not being vigilant in the conversation before asking, “I’m sorry, what was that, my Lady..?”

  Gurney’s flustered state (of course flustering Gurney was as simple as catching him without an immediate phrase or retaliation) was met with a simple smile that twitched at the edges of the Lady’s lips, amusement twinkling in her eyes, “I said the people on Exodeos were quite enthralled with your baliset playing, weren’t they?”

  The Warmaster recovered quickly and stopped himself from mindlessly stabbing at his food to regain some semblance of professionalism despite the fact that he was among family, “Oh, yes they were, my Lady,” there was a pause as Gurney clears his throat and tries to brush off the affectionately teasing comment, “Every time I set it down they begged for one more tune,” Gurney said, trying to regale the talk with a tone of amusement, as much as his monotone voice would allow. 

  Moira laughed and looked back to the other members of her family, “you should all be jealous that I got to hear so much. We all know how difficult it is to get our dear Warmaster to play for us, but I think he simply couldn’t resist the applause.” Everyone chuckles and Gurney can’t help looking back to his food. He wasn’t offended by the Lady’s prodding; not in the slightest. He wasn’t sure the woman could ever offend him. That was what made things so difficult. 

  The dinner was a pleasant one. Too often did Gurney deny himself the enjoyment of a nice meal, usually opting to scarf it down as fast as possible to return to his work. Of course he would never dream of disrespecting his royal family like that and remained seated for the entirety of the meal, listening silently to the conversations of the group.

  When the dinner was done, they all stood. The Duke was the first to excuse himself, and Gurney quickly bowed to excuse himself, but could not begin to move away before Lady Moira stopped him. She turned and said a quick word to Jessica about meeting her in her library for a cup of tea before returning to the Warmaster, “I do hope you take leave for the rest of the evening. We’ve had a long journey, and I do not wish to see you over exert yourself,”

  “It is not overexertion if I find the work pleasing, my Lady,” he replies simply, knowing she will disapprove.

  She just gives him a look and asserts herself, “I mean it. Take the rest of the night off. Your men will last a few more hours without you,” her words are firm, and full of seriousness. But he knows she speaks from a place of concern, and her tone does not lack lightness. 

  He nods and replies, “If you insist, my Lady,” as if he would ever disobey an order from her. 

  Moira’s smile graced her lips once more and she nodded. Letting him go, she turns and walks out of the dining hall. He hardly notices his eyes following her until he turns and meets the eyes of the young Paul Atreides, a slightly mischievous smirk upon his face. Gurney looks at him unamused, “Just because your aunt has dismissed me from duty doesn’t mean she has done the same for you. Back to your studies, young pup,” he clasps the back of the boy’s shoulder before going to his chambers, the boy letting out an immature groan behind him.

Lady Moira’s private library was vast; filled with literature, histories, and journals from planets across the known universe, including her own records of things. A sturdy wooden desk sat proudly in the center, the full shelves lining the walls surrounding it. Two plush chairs sat by a window, turned in towards a small coffee table where the tea cup of the Lady sat steaming.

  The Lady Jessica sat, cradling the warm cup in her slender hands as she watched her friend pace back and forth in front of the looming shelves. One a skilled Bene Gesserit, and the other a fearsome politician, Jessica and Moira shared many a whispered conversation in the cold room under the light of the glowglobe. They had been each other’s closest confidants since Jessica’s arrival as the Duke’s concubine, both in work and friendship. Between the two of them, it was nearly impossible for something to escape the castle unheard or unseen.

  This particular night, Lady Jessica did most of the listening as the Marchioness relayed some of the more minute details of her recent escapade that she had yet to share with the Duke. Things like public opinions on their house and discrete conversations she’d heard. The Lady doesn’t miss as her friend’s shoulder’s grow more and more tense and she picks more harshly at the skin around her nails, as if there’s something building in her; bursting at the seems to be let out but being held back by the twines of self preservation. Jessica takes the liberty of snipping that thread.

  “Something troubles you,” the words are direct, not a question, “You’ve heard something. Or seen it?” Jessica sips the hot liquid and keeps her eyes set on Moira’s avoidant ones.

  Lady Moira lets out a deep sigh, her body deflating but maintaining it’s rigidity, “the waters we brave are rocky, Jessica,” the woman stands behind the chair she would have used if not for the anxiety keeping her on her feet and grips the backrest of it with firm knuckles, “Opinions of the name ‘Atreides’ grow stronger, in many ways.”

  “But you always have stated that the positive dealings far outweigh the negative-”

  “They do and that’s what worries me,” The Marchioness’ dark brows crease as she stares down at her knuckles, her eyes glossed over with thought, “we move further and further from a safe and steady neutral. More people across the known universe have a growing love and support for Leto, but this only means that those who wish to see him fall will rise to meet that demand. Rumors have begun to circulate surrounding me.. Some are saying that I wish to usurp my brother’s throne.”

  Jessica sips her tea with no more urgency before replying to the Lady of the House. She was aware of these rumors that sometimes circled between the common folk who had nothing better to talk about sometimes than unrest within the royal house, but she knew better than anyone that these words weren’t true. 

  “Those that doubt your intentions are looking for theatrics where there are none. The Duke knows you have his best interests at heart. As do I. Leto would never believe these histrionic claims made about the person who has so vehemently supported his reign from the very beginning.”

  Jessica’s eyes are drawn down to her Lady’s hands that burn a raw red around the nail beds, her eyes still not meeting Jessica’s own. “It’s not the rumors themselves that worry me, it’s where I’m finding them. Planets far away that have no prior attachment to the House Atreides and should not have any care for our politics. The eyes I have sent around the galaxy have seen them on planets the Duke has not touched.”

  The cause of Moira’s concern becomes clear and Jessica lowers her teacup to her lap, “They’re being planted. Who would benefit from such whispers? An attempt to turn the people against the Duke or the Duke against you.. Is it a Harkonnen plot?”

  “No no, it’s not the Harkonnens,” Moira moves from her previous spot and begins walking along the sides of the room near the door, listening for unwanted spectators, “They would benefit yes but they’re not the cause. It’s much too subtle of a plan and is being found far outside of their range of jurisdiction…” The Lady’s voice falters into a pause of hesitation and Jessica grips her cup.

  “You suspect someone..?

  Moira’s lips purse in hesitation as she reaches and locks the door before moving to Jessica. The Bene Gesserit mirrors the urgency, setting down her cup and standing to meet the woman’s gaze. Moira holds the Lady’s arm with a steady gentleness and whispers in her ear in a tone just above silence “the Emperor Shaddam.”

  The Lady Jessica snaps her head and meets the dark eyes of the Marchioness for the first time this evening. There is no jest in them; no sense of uncertainty, only fear encased in an iron shell of will. The Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV, “you’re sure?”

  “As sure as I can be,” Moira takes one of Jessica’s hands and clasps it in her own, “by spreading these rumors he allows a shadow of doubt to befall Leto. To us they seem completely unfounded but to others it could mean a lessening of their faith in him. Their validity and plausibility hardly matter. It’s simply the doubt in Leto’s ability he wishes to sow. But I believe this could all be part of a much bigger plot. Something much more sinister ..”

  Jessica nods as the two women share a knowing look, “we must not fear…”

  A smirk twitches in the corners of Moira’s lips “and we shall not,” she gives Jessica’s hands a light squeeze, “don’t worry yourself with this immediately, and do not mention what I have told you to anyone, not even Leto. I will tell him when the moment arises.. We’ve yet to know how deep these roots have grown and how many seeds have been planted. Being too hasty with things will only deepen the wound. I want you to focus your attention on Paul and his training. You may have set him up to help us in ways we do not yet know. Now, the hour is late. I will retire for the night and I advise you to do the same.”

  The Bene Gesserit nods and soothes away the worry from her sea-glass eyes in a way only a Bene Gesserit could, “anything I come across will be brought to you,” and with that the woman slipped away into the darkness. Perhaps the women’s affinity for the shadows aided in their friendship. Moira knew that it certainly aided in their design.

  As the door shut behind Jessica the Lady Moira allows her shoulder, brittle from the weight of everything on her mind, to crumble. Much of her dignity had lain in her ability to bear the burdens of her profession. She was not so caught up in her upbringing that she allowed herself to ignore the vast pleasures and ease of living she experienced on a daily basis, but the mental price was a hefty one. And she had no one to blame but herself for her involvement in it. 

  Moira collapses into one of the plush chairs, her hands coming up to rub her face in an attempt to push the thoughts from her mind. It was like the stress had made her whole body on edge. Everything felt elevated; from the throbbing weight of her braided hair being amassed on top of her head to the stinging of the torn skin of her fingers. She could hear the chastising of her brother in her head, ‘why do you torment yourself so? I know you do enough of it mentally for the both of us’.

  It’s not until long after the Lady says she was going to head back to her chambers that she finally does so, saying a prayer to the gods that she would find rest easily despite knowing that was a hopeless wish.

Gurney always struggled to find sleep the first night after returning home. He put all his effort into adjusting to the schedules of whatever planet they may go to in order to maintain top performance, mentally and physically. He knew he was in extremely good shape for his age, even better than most men much younger than himself, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant to the extra effort it took to keep it that way. 

  When the second hour with no sleep had passed, he let out a heavy sigh before standing, pulling on a simple outfit and shoes to go take a walk through the castle in an attempt to clear his head and wear himself out

  He was always on high alert when on a voyage with the Marchioness. That level of awareness could be hard to let go of upon returning. Her safety was Gurney’s number one priority the second their vessel left Caladan to the moment they returned. The Lady Moira had gone on diplomatic missions for years before Gurney was officially assigned to accompany her. She’s always been protected, sent with an entourage of guards. It had always been enough for her, especially in her early days as a young politician. People would pay her little mind and she was able to slink between conversations all she liked without much notice.

  Of course it didn’t remain that way. As Leto became more popular, more attention also found its way to his envoy. When Leto heard there had been plots of an attempt on his sister’s life that nearly came to fruition, he spared no time upping her guards. Gurney distinctly remembers the moment, nearly two years ago, when the Duke had called him to his office and commanded that the Warmaster accompany Lady Moira on all future diplomatic missions. The man phrased it as if part of the reason was that it was important his master of war was just as just as tuned in to these foreign relations, but Gurney knew the most vital thing was keeping the Marchioness safe. One thing Gurney was certain of is that if one of the Atreides siblings was taken from the other, only tragedy would befall the one that remained.

  And thus the Warmaster found himself in the company of the Marchioness of Caladan, Moira Atreides. Despite the fact that Gurney Halleck had served as Warmaster to the Atreides house for more moons than he could count at this point, it was only when Leto had officially assigned Gurney to accompany Lady Moira that he actually spent time with the Duke’s illustrious sister. For most of his service, he cared only for war and the protection of the Duke. He didn’t concern himself with politics much in the beginning. His only impression of the Lady was restricted to flashes of her dark hair and intricate gowns in the halls, or when he’d go to meet his Duke and find her there rambling things of great importance that would immediately stop the moment he entered the room. He knew the Duke thought of her highly, more so than almost anyone. That was enough for him to respect her. 

Gurney would be lying if he said he didn’t find her a tad unnerving at first. Sometimes she would come into the training room to watch his training of the soldiers, her face devoid of any discernible emotion about what she saw, simply watching and then leaving without a word. She had an air of inquisition; like nothing said to her was safe from being fully examined and scrutinized. It had led to Gurney attempting to keep all of his interactions with her very brief, like she would somehow know things of him that he himself didn’t know and would sniff out something particularly displeasing that would have him removed from the Duke’s service. He’d seen the very thing happen to advisors who one day had been in very close conversation with the Duke, and the next were expelled due to the exposing of a more devious plot. He wished very deeply to never be on that side of her sharp bladed silver tongue. 

  Luckily, and a tad surprisingly, for him, the Marchioness’ disposition around trusted friends was much different from the air she held herself with professionally. He’d been surprised when, about six months into her service, she’d called him to accompany her. He’d adorned his entire ensemble, ready for whatever the lady might request, only to find out she wished to stroll in the gardens of the planet the royal family they were staying with on that particular journey. Gurney wasn’t sure how, or when, he had gained the good favor of his lady, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

  Part of him felt some shame when he realized he’d expected her to be much colder. He’d only been used to seeing her in stuffy meeting rooms with a back as straight as a needle or in her offices writing furiously within her journals. This first day of leisure when he accompanied her allowed him to realize for the first time after an embarrassing amount of years, that Lady Moira Atreides was a woman who had found herself in her position merely by the chance of the universe. And that that position often left her in solitude far from the comforts of home. Despite the fact that that day in the garden’s he had done nothing but stand by her side and offer his gruff responses to her comments, she had decided that he was to be not just her colleague and guard, but her friend.

  Looking back, he sometimes wished it wasn’t so; wished that he had been meaner despite how difficult it was to be mean to her. Then he would not find himself in her close proximity as often as he did. Then he would not know the feeling of her hand on his as she tries to get his attention. He wouldn’t know the feeling of her soft hair that sunlight soaked into as he moved it out of the way to adjust her necklace upon her request. Gurney found himself wishing he did not know of her softness so that he would not need to deal with its absence. He felt shrouded in shame as he knew his affections had surpassed those appropriate for a Warmaster and his Lady. Even breathing the same air as her felt like a vice.

  Gurney couldn’t find the will to be surprised as the universe taunted him now and laughed in his face. Not even five minutes into his walk and he spots the Lady Moira. She stands alone in one of the vast corridors of Castle Caladan, only lined with windows that look out upon the oceans and cliffs of the planet. Her hair, usually woven up into various braids, now fell loose, like an inky,waving waterfall all the way down her back and to her hips. The Marchioness was shrouded in a thick, intricate robe. She didn’t seem to see the Warmaster, her dark brows furrowed in pensive thought. She always seemed to look that way when she thought nobody was looking; like worry had been etched into her face and the weight of her unsaid thoughts weighed upon her shoulders. 

  He tries to give a slight cough before speaking so as not to startle her too much, “are you unable to sleep, my Lady?”

  Gurney hears the small, sharp intake of her breath as she turns to look at him, visibly relaxing a touch when she sees him, “Oh, Gurney. I apologize, I didn’t see you,” she turns her eyes back to the window, “yes I’ve had trouble finding sleep. Too much on my mind from the journey I suppose..” her words trailed off, like her mind was elsewhere. 

  He nodded in understanding and took only a few steps toward her, “me as well, my Lady. It is always difficult to find our footing again,” she nods and tries to give him a slight smile in reply, but the action is a forced one. The woman hadn’t been able to scrub the look of concern off her features, “If I may be so bold, my Lady, what is it that troubles you..?”

  “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, Gurney.”

  “But if it would ease your mind then-”

  “It’s nothing,” she says firmly, cutting him off. Hardly a few seconds can pass before he sees the regret fill her eyes with the way she had spoken to him. She breathes in and continues, “I am fine, I promise. I thank you for your concern, Warmaster Halleck,” Despite her tone easing, he doesn’t miss the remaining tension in her shoulders, nor the fresh irritated skin of her fingers as she wrings her hands together. But Gurney knows better than to push the matter further and simply nods.

  A silence resonates between them before Gurney speaks again, “may I join you, my Lady?” Even with the torment it will no doubt bring him, he cannot deny himself the blessing of her presence.

  This brings a soft smile to Moira’s face, “you know you needn’t ever request a place by my side, Gurney. You always have it”

  Gurney cannot resist the twitch at the corner of his lips at her reply as he moves closer to her, “I always find it a good practice to ask. I’d never wish to offend you.”

  Moira laughs softly, “I doubt you could ever offend me, Gurney Halleck,” his palms betray him as they grow sweaty, “if anything, I’d be offended that you’d think me so self important that I’d refuse,” a glint of moonlight twinkles in her deep eyes as she looks to him. 

  Her teasing encouraged him to relax. He knew the one thing that the Lady despised was when people neglected to speak freely or joke with her because of her status, “You simply surprise me that you find my company enjoyable, my Lady.”

  “And why wouldn’t I?”

  Gurney couldn’t resist a chuckle at her question, “I am a difficult and stubborn old man. I can be crude in my tongue and set in my ways. Many consider me a rather woeful form of company.”

  She does not deny him, a simple laugh of acknowledgement leaving her which he assumes will be the end of her reply before she tacks on, “but not to me.”

  But not to me

  Gurney can not find a reply as his tongue lays dry in his mouth. He hopes that his decision to leave her words ringing in silence seems like an intentional one, and not an obvious result of her leaving him with no amiable response. 

  Luckily for him, Moira seems content standing in silence for the next few minutes before she pipes up, “I really should go to bed. Thank you for keeping me company, Sir Halleck. Would you be willing to accompany me back to my room?

  Yes. 

  “Should that please you, my Lady.”

  Moira wordlessly links her arm with his like she had many times across many planets as he guides her through the familiar halls of the castle. Gurney finds himself hoping that his rigidity is one of the features his Lady is pleased with about him.

  When they reach the large wooden doors of the Marchioness’ chambers she slips her arm out of his and moves to open her door, but stops to look at the Warmaster, “please do find rest tonight, Sir Halleck. Our world is not one that allows for much of it,” he sees that flash of worry flick in her eyes but he simply nods with a slight bow and bids her goodnight. 

  Gurney cannot rid himself of the feeling of the weight of her arm resting on his own the entire way back to his chambers.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Breaking Bonds Ch. 8

Summary: Being underestemated by your own peers can be an advantage that could bring upon the downfall of even the strongest foes. Warnings: None. Not proofread. A/N: No Rabban/Reader interaction and a lot of exposition. Lame and short but necessary chapter tbh, sorry.

"Some people were never taught to speak the language of softness. They were only taught the language of blood and fire. Still, they love - and they express that love the only way they know how."

[Previous Chapter]

At the dead of night a small cargo-starship requested entrance through Caladan's shields.

Gurney, plaqued by sleeplessness as usual, was the first one to be informed - and he knew that type of engineering all too well.

"A Harkonnen ship." His voice was flat, yet not fully capable of hiding the thrill of an upcoming battle. "What kind of deceit do those vermin try now?"

The Warmaster had already equipped his weapon, always in a hand's reach, as well as the shield he had never discarded of. Fast and firm steps led him towards the spaceport, eager to quench the thirst for his dead enemie's blood...

...however when he arrived, only two humans stepped out into the moonlight - one of them a hooded woman.

"Search the ship" Gurney ordered, then turning to his second in command. "Any other ships in the atmosphere?"

"No, Sir, Mr. Halleck, Sir!"

Hard to tell if this was good news or simply a trap still in need of figuring out.

Irritated about this obscure situation, he quickly assessed that interrogating one of you would suffice, thus logically eliminating the greater threat.

You winced when the man swung his blade towards your companion - one of Rabban's most trusted - taking a clean hit towards his neck. The cut was not deep enough to be lethal immediately, and you couldn't help but wonder if a fighter so skilled chose this cruel method intentionally.

Not minding the surroundings you knelt next to the soldier, unable to do more than holding his hand as he bled out on the ground.

Not long ago you would've been delighted to see one of them fall, as distasteful as it may sound...

...but now, seeing life leave those reddish-brown eyes you couldn't help but see a piece of Rabban in them. Sobs escaped your trembling lips, imagining what could await if his plan was to fail - or worse, if it succeeds.

There was not much time to ponder however, since you felt cold steel already pressed against the back of your neck.

"Raise your head." Gurney's voice was boiling with a hatred you were not unfamiliar with, pressing the blade deeper against the fabric of your veil. "Show your face. And don't try anything, scum."

You breathed in the scent of the now bloodsoaked grass - not quite like the climate back home, but compared with Giedi Prime refreshing nonetheless - and looked up to your possible executioner, a forlorn smile curving your lips.

The Warmaster's face fell when you revealed yourself, utter shock at those unforeseeable events instantly raising his guard again.

"Why? You..."

"Gurney!" another voice called out for the man, his posture stiffening at the sound.

"My Duke" he proclaims with the utmost respect, only to be harshly scolded. "Why have I not been informed about this?"

"We've had everything under control, Sire. Nothing Mylord should be bothered with in the middle of the night." His former hostility had been replaced with an astonishing submission, making you even more anxious as you saw the Duke and his entourage approach.

One of them, a bearded man with rather long hair, you recognized from Rabban's stories: Duncan Idaho, whose parents were once slaves born on Giedi Prime...and murdered through his hands.

The other that almost cut off your head just the minute before must be Gurney Halleck, then - another person whom The Beast had caused uncomparable pain.

Ironic, how Rabban's cruelty had forged not only his greatest enemies, but also House Atreides' strongest warriors.

So basically, not only were you on a foreign planet, you were also surrounded by people who rightfully wished for your husband's demise...

...or, if given the opportunity, to make his loved ones suffer, just as theirs have?

"I'm sorry for my men's thoughtless violence" the Duke now adressed you directly, "Their remarkable passion for defending those lands exceeds rationality, much to my frustration."

Leto generously offered you a hand despite his men's protest, observing you professionally distant yet also with a calming courtesy. "May I ask what brings you to Caladan at a time like this, and on a Harkonnen ship at that?"

"I-I'm..." you were reluctant at first - but then again, may as well die proud of the hardships you've overcome. "My name is Y/N Rabban, rightful Countess of Lankiveil, and I have an important message to deliver."

Everyone present fell dead silent as your married name dropped from your lips, and you were sure to have brought upon your own doom...

...but the Duke was reacting foremost, a raised hand enough to sign his subordinates restraint.

"Bring her inside" he urged, and that said two guards aided you upwards and after the ruler of this planet. You tried to avoid it at all cost, yet still locked eyes with Gurney of all people - and the bottomless hatred you deciphered in them was frightening enough to make you shudder.

It was a miracle that none of them had attacked you right then and there - but in the end, what would be greater: Their loyalty to the Duke, or a wish for retaliation? The former, as it seems...for now.

You gulped harshly as you were led through secret hallways, far away from unwanted ears. Their architecture was not unlike the Harkonnen kind, you reminisced as you admired the dark stone building with only minimalistic decoration.

Hopefully his concubine would be excluded from this inquisition as well. A Bene Gesserit knows no allies or moral more important than the mission of the order, after all.

Most likely she already knows about the Empire's plan to eradicate House Atreides, and merely endures the pain of losing everything without even daring to oppose.

Walking unassisted was still a hard task after the previous events, but you managed until you arrived at the destination: A hidden room with a round table, meant for emergency sessions of the Duke's most trusted council members.

Asides from Gurney and Idaho, the only other person present was a mentat called Thufir Hawat. A man as dutiful as he was honorable, or so you've heard. And greeting you with a surprisingly kind, compassionate look on his face.

You were offered a seat opposite to your...host? Captor? Only time will show.

"I promise, unless it's necessary, no harm will come over you" the Duke reassured you, "Neither from me, nor from my people."

Not very convincing you thought, feeling the other men's eyes burning holes into your back, certain if you were to say anything they wouldn't like to hear, it was over for you.

"You can speak freely, Countess. Why did you seek me out?"

"A trade, put simply." Folding your hands in your lap, you fondled with your thumbs as you searched for proper words. "I'll disclose important information that could possibly save your entire House - in exchange for my protection."

"Sire, you cannot possibly trust her-"

"Gurney, stop it" the Duke harshly interrupted, focusing his attention on you again. He leaned forwards with a stern yet sympathetic expression, even from afar noticing both old scars and new blemishes scattered across your body.

"You've been through a lot on Giedi Prime, unsurprisingly. I can assure you even without valuable information, you are safe here." Instead of directly asking the important questions, he wondered "How did you manage to escape all by yourself? Convincing your escort must not have been easy."

You couldn't help but smile at his curiosity, clutching the necklace Rabban had once gifted you. "I didn't. My husband arranged this for me."

All men in the room simultaneously furrowed their brows at your unbelievable statement, reactions varying from pity over irritation to sheer disgust.

Of course it would make no sense to them - the Beast they knew was not the same man anymore.

"Over time the Count grew fond of me" you explained truthfully, no matter how insane it might sound to them. "Even after I outlived my value to the curt, he intended to keep me as a Concubine. But he was denied that wish, and in order to spare my life in those abstruse political ties, had no other choice than to send me away."

The Duke nodded along with the sound of your voice, his interest in your story being the only reason the others wouldn't use violence to keep you from talking any further.

"I have to admit I don't quite understand" he breathes out, mentally exhausted. "What is it your husband is trying to achieve? Because I'm afraid if the Bene Gesserit want you gone, there's no planet in the known universe where you'd possibly be safe for long."

"That's why my death has been feigned, to stall for time" you sighed, adding "Though I know it won't be long until the truth may be revealed, no matter where I hide. The Holy Mother simply sees too much."

"What my husband desires is a vendetta, I fear." You bit your lower lip, watching Gurney's hand tremble in anticipation on the grip of his weapon. Thufir and Idaho however seemed torn between confusion and intrigue. "He tries to achieve it through sheer impossible measurements...and by a possible alliance with others who will soon be forsaken by the empire."

Now it was your eyes who'd soften with concern, revealing the truth the Head of House Atreides had already seen coming: "You most likely expect the Harkonnen to try and take Arrakis back from you - but you're not aware of the true extend of this treason." The Emperor will no longer be a mere bystander in this everlasting quarrel. He was convinced by the Bene Gesserit that your growing influence proposes a threat, and they all conspired against your House. Sardaukar troops will support the Harkonnens, and a traitor from the inside would deactivate your shields one night. Soon after you step foot on Arrakis, there'll be carnage."

"Lies, nothing but lies" Gurney practically growled by now, having decided that he heard you sputter this nonsense for long enough. "She was sent by her husband to spread distrust between us, weaken us in fear so we are more prone to mistakes!"

Much to your surprise it was Duncan Idaho who went between you and Gurney, whose blade was already pointed right at your face. "Let her finish." You could hear the same amount of bottled up rage and aversion in his voice, and yet he was in perfect control of those emotions for the greater good. "We can check her assertions without having a seed of doubt planted in our midst."

"...the spy is Dr. Wellington Yueh" you spoke almost mockingly as you slowly pressed the blade away from your line of sight. "You may think I'm delusional because Suk Doctors are conditioned unable to harm others. But in order to deactivate the shields, cut your communication and drug your most important men, he wouldn't have to."

The Duke was frozen, if shock or thought no one could tell. You admired his strenght to stay this collected after everything you had just revealed to him - knowledge that could make life as he know it collapse.

That's the strenght of a leader, you guess.

"Please do not be too harsh with him" you plead for the stranger, "The Baron held his wife hostage and did horrendrous things to her. He does not know yet that she is already long since dead. A salvation, if you ask me. I'm sorry."

"Duncan, make sure she is assessed and receives medical treatment" the Duke decided, his eyes absent and looking right through you.

"...and then throw her into the dungeon. I'm sorry as well."

______

At the same time, an incomprehensible distance away, your husband was waiting for a sign - which one he wasn't sure of.

On Giedi Prime, while also being belittled, at least his violent nature was embraced and even encouraged. But now, after your love had caused what one could call a metamorphosis, he did not belong here anymore either.

Nothing compared to the brief yet blissful time he had spent dwelling in your presence - and now all that was left of it were the haunting nightmares of what they had made him do to the only good thing that ever happened to his life of evil.

Circumstance left him with no other choice than to send his beloved wife far away from him, and into the unknown fate or his enemies at that.

Yet it was the only chance to at least prolong your life, no matter how insignificantly low success may seem. He had to try or die in his attempts, for your sake at last.

Those past weeks, Rabban had been thinking about the possibility to pull through with a coup d'état, but came to the conclusion that even if he may succeed to get rid of his uncle and brother, the people of Giedi Prime would never willingly follow his reign. Not to mention, both the Emperor and the Bene Gesserit wouldn't be fond of him as a new Baron, let alone one to overthrow their whole society as they knew it.

So for for the first time in the many decades of his life, he wouldn't giving in to erratic rage, exercising his patience. No matter how hard it was to play his part and act like the man he was before you stepped into his life, he would bear with it...

...and then, one day, a package is delivered to his residence on Lankiveil, where he ought to be distracted from the hardships that come with having developed a conscience.

Rabban immediately recognized the ribbon it was tied with - part of the gown you had worn on your wedding night - and in his excitement almost tears it apart.

There's quite a few random items, along with receipts and other paperwork to not make it too obvious to others. For a moment he internally cursed his obtuseness, but then he finally found it: A hunting knife, the steel forged in Lankiveilan custom - which means it changes color when in contact with water.

Looking around, he takes the next best liquid - a bottle of alcohol, of course - and pours it over the black metal. As soon as it's touching each other, letters appear on the surface.

Written as mixture of Harkonnen and Lankiveilan words, a small riddle to decipher - yet it's instructions clear:

"During the next of Caladan's full moons. Come alone. X"

Your husband clutched the blade, his frightening grin merely an expression of pure rapture in thought of your reunion.

Soon he'd be able to hold you into his arms - and not even death itself he would allow to separate you again.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

My feelings about the Timothee Chalamet poem...

So, Josh Brolin (one of the actors starring in Dune) known for playing the Warmaster Gurney Halleck— wrote a poem that is about another one of his costars, Timothee Chalamet.

...And it has kind of been going viral on the internet...for multiple reasons.

For context, here's the infamous poem:

My take personally, is that people are taking this poem way too seriously. I think we as a society see any type of romanticism or affectionate descriptors as something inherently sexual, especially when said sentiments are being exchanged between two males. Is the poem somewhat romantic and full of flowery prose? Yes. Yes it is.

Do I believe it's meant to be sexual or predatory in nature? No. No I don't.

Josh has a deep personal connection to his costars, he's worked on two different movies and has gone on at least two press tours with them.

And as someone who likes to express his feelings, they will inevitably be misconstrued or misinterpreted.

To some, this poem is seen as something unusual and perhaps a bit strange. It's an older man gushing about and appreciating his much younger costar, after all... And while I understand how it might have set off some 🚩 🚩red flags 🚩🚩 in a certain amount of readers who interpreted it as potentially romantic nature... (Trust me, I get it.)...

I've also noticed the majority of them (the naysayers) weirdly seem more bothered by the subject, and his gender—rather than his age... Which comes across as homophobic more than anything else.

(There's already a bunch of tweets and YouTube videos saying as much...)

But like I said earlier, I don't think this was MEANT to be romantic or sexual.

Poets use descriptive language and "sensual" prose to keep the attentions of readers in general, and people misconstrued the meaning of the poem entirely and just melted it down to: "Josh wants to fuck Timothee Chalamet, I guess."

Which is straight up stupid and disappointing if you ask me...

I think it was supposed to have more to do with seeing acting and the art of acting, through his much younger coworkers' eyes. Watching as someone comes into their confidence within the craft, and begins to come out of their shell. Making a name and niche for themselves.

Like this tweet states:

"Everyone in here saying this is on some sexual attraction shit when really he just seems disillusioned with his craft and that’s a much more interesting angle".

But anyways, I'm gonna go sleep people's ignorance off...

[homenecromancer]

This is still a very rough draft, and I’m nervous about sharing it due to the subject matter, but I just couldn’t help myself. So here are a couple of sections from “Dune, But Paul Is Non-Binary”.

-

The child presented a problem from the day of their birth.

“A female?” said Leto.

“Yes, my lord.” Yueh waited as the Duke sat in silence. It was a cool, foggy day, and the fireplace in the library had been built up. Flames crackled; a pocket of sap popped.

“Very well,” Leto said at last. “You are dismissed.”

Yueh bowed and made his exit. The great ironwood doors closed softly behind him.

“Well, now,” said Thufir Hawat from his place beside the window on the western wall. “What a tangle we find ourselves in.”

“And no clear way of unknotting it.” Leto did not turn to look at Hawat as he spoke, but continued to gaze into the flames before him.

“Not at present,” Hawat agreed, as he crossed the room to sit opposite his Duke. “You’ve seven years yet until she’ll be expected to make her formal debut before your court. Until then, only your immediate household will even see the child.” Hawat spread his hands before him in a gesture indicating endless possibility. “And who’s to say this child will be a girl at all?”

“That would,” Leto said dryly, “avoid the problem of inheritance.” For the ancient law of his House limited full inheritance to its sons — other children remained outside the line of succession, unless younger than the age of reason (and thus genderless in the eyes of the law). For now, there was an heir to the house of Atreides. It remained to be seen whether that would stay the case.

“That it would, sire. What might we achieve, if it were possible to know the gender of the newly born?”

Hawat was leading him somewhere, Leto knew; but today, he was willing to play the Mentat’s game.

“There’d be less waiting,” he said. “I’d know today whether or not I had an heir.”

“And you’d have less time for the Noble Houses to arrange suitable matches for that heir,” Hawat countered. “My Lord, the point is this: even if that were so, there’d still be those who would try to mold their children into this gender or that, as a gardener directs the growth of a tree.”

“Human beings are not vines to be trained into arbors, Thufir.”

“It is not the Atreides way,” said Hawat. “But it would be well to keep in mind that there are those who disagree — our ancient enemy among them.”

Seeing his Duke’s silence, he went on:

“These thoughts are too serious for such a joyous occasion.” He rose from his chair. “Gurney Halleck is just back from the southern islands, I’m told. No doubt he’ll have a new song ready for you.”

And very likely a hangover as well, Leto thought. Gurney’s reports had come back regularly, giving every impression of time well-spent, but Leto knew the proclivities of his Warmaster. “Thank you,” he said. “I’m sure he will.”

Thufir let himself out; Leto remained. The logs settled on the grate. Outside, the clouds had lifted just enough to reveal the sunset over the endlessly-churning sea.

-

Autumn had come to Castle Caladan. The scent of burning leaves hung in the air like incense, and from the window of the schoolroom, the rolling hills beckoned Paul to come and play among the outcrops of granite that dotted the uplands. But there was business to attend to — his debut was only a month away.

“Hawat tells me,” his nurse was saying, “that regardless of your choice—” She saw that his attention had wavered, and said firmly, “Paul.”

He tore his gaze from the landscape and looked directly at her. A hint of color rose in her cheeks, then vanished. Adults, he knew, found it disturbing when he met their eyes; it was out of character for most children his age. “I was listening.”

“It looked to me like you were watching the gulls,” she said. “You won’t come of age for a long time yet, but the heir to a noble house must behave according to their station, and it is not too early for you to begin that habit.”

“Thufir says we must be conscious of our habits,” said Paul. “They may lead us down into stagnation.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be impressed by your good memory.” She brushed a speck of dust off the front of her blouse. “And you’ll continue to see Hawat until he’s satisfied you’re well-trained, so impressing him will serve you well, young master.”

She stumbled a little over his title — it would not be his officially until after his debut, but Paul had made it clear as soon as he began preparing for his debut in earnest that master suited him better than mistress.

He squirmed in his chair, resolutely keeping his gaze on his nurse’s face despite the lure of the hills outside the window. As he grew older, adults became more willing to treat him as the future heir to a noble house, but that was not yet his legal status, much as he longed for it. The people of his father’s household still treated him with care, as if he were a breakable object — but the exclusion of danger meant also the exclusion of venture, and even at the age of not-yet-seven, Paul knew that Dukes seldom lived peaceful lives.

“When can I start learning to defend myself?” he said.

“That’s for Duncan to decide.” She smiled.

“And he says not until I’m big enough to lift a practice sword.” He had play-fought with Duncan often enough, but there was a world of difference between the light, flexible toy swords of the nursery and even a child’s practice rapier.

“Very well, then. But the sword isn’t all there is to self-defense,” she added. “Your words must be your first, and most familiar, weapon.” She gestured for him to stand. “Let’s practice that recitation of yours.”

Paul stood next to his chair, drawing himself up straight. His hands wanted to fidget, and he stuck them in his pockets.

“Hands out of your pockets, Paul,” she said gently. “Now, repeat after me: I, Paul Atreides—”

[corriinos]

a starter for @atredieswarmaster

Irulan had been made a prisoner, a hostage of a war that her father began and Paul Atreides meant to end. She could not change that, could not go back in time and urge him to reconsider his choices. All that she could do was make the best of the cards that she had been dealt, which was why when Paul, the self-proclaimed Duke of Arrakis, had declared that he was to take her to wife, she had remained quiet, silent as a field mouse. It had taken every ounce of restraint to not protest, to voice her discontent, but she had managed. Because even though she could not save House Corrino, she could save its bloodline.

Marrying Paul would ensure the continuation of that line in some capacity. Mayhaps not the capacity that she would have preferred, but it was enough. It had to be. It was with this in mind that she greeted Paul’s trusted friend and confidant — Gurney Halleck. “Warmaster,” she breathed his title, a title that held respect, reverence. “Might you tell me where we are going?”

[dimensionalspades]

. Arrakeen had its own beauty, but Gurney Halleck was a man immune to it. He complained of it, that particular set to his brow like chiseled stone as he looked over the landscape of of sand and brutal hardcut buildings.

. But there were times when he could be found in the shade, fingers as ever occupied by the baliset.

. "Good to see you haven't fallen to the heat, yet," he started as Thera approached. "There's water here, if you need. Limited offer, afore the heat drains the canteen for us."

@therapardalis gets The Warmaster!

[dunefandomhub]

Fic Rec Friday

Gurney Fics

Mood by @saathi1013

Gurney x Duncan

Gurney has a bad day. Duncan offers to improve it.

Short, sweet, unrepentant smutlet. Bon appetit.

Rated E

A Poem for Sad Times by kullwahad

Gurney x Paul

Paul's first heat turns out to be an unexpected summer vacation for Gurney Halleck.

Rated E omegaverse

Only We Will Remain by Blushing_Starker

Gurney x Paul x Duncan

He's not used to this. Paul's not used to anything remotely like this, but he's trying. Duncan and Gurney are trying. So he lets Gurney pull him into his lap, thighs spreading to accommodate the man's width. It's a position he tends to avoid, the vulnerability and lack of easy hiding spots scaring him away from it. Sex with his lovers is caring, passionate, tender and fierce. But it rarely implies he just sit. And wait. And remain still as they stare.

Rated E

The Warmaster and the Witch by @fairyoutlanders

Gurney x Jessica

As far as lovers went, Gurney Halleck was surprisingly well suited for the role. One might’ve never expected the capacity for such tenderness or gentleness in a man so gruff. Jessica herself had been surprised the first time his lips had touched hers; she had expected to find the warmaster there—all battle rage and quick motions—but instead she had found the minstrel—all quiet passion and gentle hands.

Rated M

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Masterlist

Hooooboy, alright. Caving and turning this into a post. I'm keeping the page up as well, so if you prefer that, don’t worry, it’s still there.

If this post is missing something and i can almost guarantee it is, lemme know! Also if a link is broken, lemme know. Also also if you see that there are missing drabbles, that is because 9/10 times, unless it’s part of a larger work, I don’t list drabbles. It would never end. It would be a monster of a post.

As always, any minors interacting with explicit works will be blocked.

Last Updated: July 28, 2024

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What it says on the tin. Archiveofourown: youvebeenlivingfictional

Kinktober 2022  *18+ Only

Kinktober 2023 *18+ Only

Fluffcember 2022 Fake Dating Masterlist

Includes: The Triple Frontier Boys, Javier Peña, Nathan Bateman, Percival Graves, Christopher Pike

Men I Always Meant to Write For

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Daniel Le Domas, Don Draper, Don Eppes, Harvey Specter

The Bear

Force of Habit - Carmy Berzatto x Reader  *18+ Only

Get What You Get - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

If You Can’t Take the Heat - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Captain America

Love Isn’t Always On Time - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (On indefinite hiatus)

Strange Bedfellows - Steve Rogers x Reader *18+ Only

Challengers

Estranged Wife - Patrick Zweig x Reader *18+ Only

the pro - Art Donaldson x Reader *18+ Only

reunion - Art Donaldson x Reader *18+ Only

tense - Patrick Zweig x Reader *18+ Only

Daredevil

Gauze - Frank Castle x Reader

Her Voice - Matt Murdock x Reader *18+ Only

The Dark Knight Trilogy

The Other Half - Bruce Wayne x Reader *18+ Only

Defending Jacob

Clandestine - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

I Could Be Your Sometimes - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Where You Want My Lipstick - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Den of Thieves

Bad Idea - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only

The Pool - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie’s Holiday Plans  - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Wind Up Skipping Arm Day - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny Teaches Techie How to Shoot - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

How Benny and Techie Spend New Year’s Eve - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny’s First Thoughts - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Have It Out - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Nick Makes Techie Uncomfortable - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader The Pool ‘Verse)

Last Resort - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

Points of Contact - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader

Procedure - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

You Know That I’ll Be Patient - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

You Want Me To? - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader - *18+ Only

Don’t Worry Darling

Dark Victory - Frank x Reader *18+ Only

Dune

A Stalwart Gem - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

Be Changed; Be Undone - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

Left Behind - Gurney Halleck x Reader

The View - Duncan Idaho x Reader x Gurney Halleck *18+ Only

The Warmaster’s Wife - Gurney Halleck x Reader *18+ Only

Enola Holmes

An Absolute Mess - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Terribly Confounding - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

When We Were Young - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Ex Machina

A Few Nathan Bateman Thots - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Bateman Begins, A Nathan Bateman Batman AU - Nathan Bateman x Reader

By Definition - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Loosen Up - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Magnetic - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Nathan Bateman Buy Me This Challange - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rubber Ducky You’re the One - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Soft Nathan Headcanons - Nathan Bateman x Reader

That Algo is Fuckin’ Scuffed - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

The Logical Progression - Nathan Bateman x Reader

The Logical Epilogue - Nathan Bateman x Reader

This Didn’t Happen - Nathan Bateman x Reader 

Three Years - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Wired - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

A Grave Life - Percival Graves x Reader

Game of Thrones

Being Pregnant with Oberyn Martell’s Child Headcanons

Take Your Time - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

The Maiden of Summerwood - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand *18+ Only

The Gilded Age

Bluff - George Russell x Reader

Lessons - George Russell x Reader *18+ Only

The Crossing - George Russell x Reader

To Have Loved and Lost - George Russell x Reader

The Gentlemen

Company Man - Raymond Smith x Reader *18+ Only

Indiana Jones

Relative Dating - Indiana Jones x Reader

James Bond

All Over - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Enemy at the Gates - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Give Me a Buzz - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Old Dog - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

The King’s Man

illicit - Orlando Oxford x Reader *18+ Only

Knives Out

Homestead - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Morning Paper - Benoit Blanc x Reader *18+ Only

Mad Men

Better - Don Draper x Reader *18+ Only

The Starlight Room- Don Draper x Reader

The Mandalorian

Softly - Boba Fett x Reader It’s On the Cards - Boba Fett x Reader

Mayans MC

Good Cop, Bad Cop - Crossover with Den of Thieves. Angel Reyes x Reader x Benny Borracho Magalon *18+ Only

How to Have Fun - Angel Reyes x Reader *18+ Only

Hop On - Angel Reyes x Reader

The Mentalist

His Hands - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

I’ll Be Home for Christmas - Marcus Pike x Reader

I’ve Seen This One; It’s a Tragedy - Marcus Pike x Reader

Odd Hours//Getting Even - Marcus Pike x Reader

Stress Relief - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

The Long Con - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wooed - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wound Up - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

A Most Violent Year

Headcanon: Meeting Abel Morales - Abel Morales x Reader

Intrigues - Abel Morales x Reader

Might As Well Jump - Abel Morales x Reader

Pretty Things - Abel Morales x Reader *18+ Only

Moon Knight

The First Time - Marc Specter x Reader *18+ Only

Narcos

Don’t Get Too Close (For Comfort) - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Easy - Horacio Carrillo x Reader x Javier Peña *18+ Only

Empty, As Before - Javier Peña x Reader

Enough - Javier Peña x Reader

Just You and Me - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Middlemen - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

Movement - Javier Peña x Reader

Stubble - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

What’s the Use of Wonderin’ - Javier Peña x Reader

Ocean’s 8

Oh Whiskey Please - Lou Miller x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Outer Range

Closing Time - Rhett Abbott x Reader

Don’t Make it Weird - Rhett Abbott x Reader  *18+ Only

Waking Up Slow - Rhett Abbott x Reader *18+ Only

Peaky Blinders

Making Arrangements - Tommy Shelby x Reader *18+ Only

Princess - Tommy Shelby x Reader *18+ Only

Power

Itsy-Bitsy//Hunger - Diego Jimenez/Reader *18 Only

Ready or Not

Wicked Game - Daniel Le Domas x Reader

Scenes From a Marriage

Holiday Traditions - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Breathe - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Exhale (Sequel to Breathe) - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Star Trek: Discovery/ Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Christopher Pike Headcanons

Chapter and ‘Verse - Christopher Pike x Reader

Grounded - Christopher Pike x Reader

I Caught One Last Sight - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Always Curious - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Right Here - Christopher Pike x Reader

Intergalactic Prince Consort Christopher Pike Thread - Christopher Pike x Reader

Let’s Get Physical - Christine Chapel x Reader

Lonely - Christopher Pike x Reader x Una Chin-Riley

String Theory - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Bodyguard - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Captain’s Woman - Christopher Pike x Reader (On Indefinite Hiatus)

Star Wars

Effective - Poe Dameron x Reader

Everyone’s Got Their Reasons - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Heartless - Poe Dameron x Reader

Is That My Shirt? - Poe Dameron x Reader

Neighborly - Poe Dameron x Reader

No Pressure - Poe Dameron x Reader

Stupid, Slutty Collar - Poe Dameron x Reader

The Stars - Poe Dameron x Reader

You Never Know - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Succession

I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones) - Kendall Roy x Reader

Long Shot - Stewy Hosseini x Reader  *18 Only

Suits

More Than Enough - Harvey Specter x Reader

Bad Faith - Harvey Specter x Reader

Supernatural

A Little Dream Of Me - Dean Winchester x Reader

Stranger Things

You Spin Me Right Round - Eddie Munson x Reader

Sex Pollen - Eddie Munson x Reader *18 Only

Teen Wolf

Trouble Finds You - Chris Argent x Female OC (On indefinite hiatus)

Top Gun: Maverick

Our Girl - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin *18+ Only

The Periphery - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Princess - Jake Seresin x Reader

Row 27 - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

What You Do to Me - Jake Seresin x Reader *18+ Only

When Are You Gonna Come Down - Bradley 'Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader *18+ Only

The Worst Best Man - Jake Seresin x Reader

Triple Frontier

The Balance  - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Will Miller *18+ Only

Beached - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Caught (Up) in the Act - Santiago Garcia x Reader 

Don’t Treat My Love Like a Habit - Santiago Garcia x Reader

Fooled Around and Fell In Love - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Impressions - Will Miller x Reader

Patched Up - Will Miller x Reader *18+ Only

Plans Can Change - Benny Miller x Reader

Sweets - Frankie Morales x Reader

Under Covers - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

An Unspoken Rule - William Miller x Reader

Well You’re Not What I Was Looking For - William Miller x Reader

You Shouldn’t - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Benny Likes to Talk

You Got a Ring for Me, Miller?

Benny Miller Headcanons

Drift-Compatible Miller Brothers

Venom

Will You Give Me Shelter - Eddie Brock x Reader x Annie Weying (On indefinite hiatus)

The West Wing

Clean Slate - Josh Lyman x Reader

I Don’t Mind the Company - Josh Lyman x Reader *18+ Only

Nickname - Josh Lyman x Reader

1,001 Reasons Not to Move - Josh Lyman x Reader

Wonder Woman

I Cannot Weave - Antiope x Reader *18+ Only

Steam - Antiope x Reader *18+ OnlySantiago Garcia x Reader 

[dunechroniclesrp]

TAKEN CHARACTER

Name: Gurney Halleck

House: House Atreides / Fremen

FC: Josh Brolin

Bio:

The tale of Gurney Halleck is one of loss and vengeance. A man who survived losing everything he knew and loved twice. He pulled himself from beneath the bodies of friends and family, slick with their blood, and went on. Driven by the promise he made to himself, that he would endure any hardship, suffer any indignity, kill whoever he must, to deliver justice unto his enemies. And miraculously, he has lived to see it done. But a man is not made of stone, even one as stoic as he. Beneath the scars his heart remains that of a poet – a last remanent of his lineage. So even as he plans the liberation of Caladan and the invasion of Geidi Prime, in the quiet hours he plucks the strings of his baliset, and muses on what he has lost.. and what he has become.

Present time

Gurney now finds himself Warmaster to the Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe. His former student and lady are now not merely royal but religious figures. Ones who have supped from the Water of Life, empowered with strange abilities he can barely comprehend. Despite all their power, Gurney still sees himself as their primary bodyguard in this new world. While he has deep respect for the fremen, his loyalty is Paul and Jessica of House Atreides – not Muad'Dib and the Reverend Mother. As they continue to become increasingly isolated by their status as figures of worship, Gurney remains one of the few people in the Galaxy they can genuinely call friend.

[beelze-bruh]

Suk Doctor Wellington Yueh. House Atreides. Planet Caladan. Trained by the Suk Medical School, Dr Yueh bears the school's customary diamond tattoo of imperial conditioning upon his forehead that renders him incapable of committing any intentional form of violence or injury upon another human. He's saved countless lives under service to House Atreides and is well renowned for the great wisdom he's gained over the course of his life through his study of the ancient religion of Orange Catholicism. He is one of Prince Paul Atreides' teachers alongside Mentat Thufir Hawat, Warmaster Gurney Halleck, Swordmaster Duncan Idaho, and his parents Lady Jessica Atreides and Duke Leto Atreides. The good doctor bears a terrible secret however. His Imperial conditioning has been broken by the centuries long rivals of House Atreides, House Harkonnen, who captured the doctor without the Atreides' knowledge. Even worse, the Harkonnens have his wife held captive, and he must do anything and everything necessary to save her, no matter how traitorous to his own house.

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

You're my port in a storm, chapter 3

Fandom: Dune

Pairing: Gurney Halleck x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings*: graphic depictions of violence, past slavery, heavy angst, comfort, politics, eventual smut, religion

*this is the general warnings for the fic as a whole, I'll add any chapter specific warnings to the beginning notes of the relevant chapters over on AO3

Tag list: @captainpoopweinersoldier @peterfrauchen @futurewife @nightonblogmountain

Excerpt

“Duke Atreides has asked me to help you get familiar with Caladan, as I have some experience with what life is like under Harkonnen rule.” Behind you, Brandon huffs. The Warmaster’s eyes flit to look past your shoulder, presumably at Brandon, then back to you. If Brandon’s not-so-subtle sign of disrespect has offended him, he’s doing a good job of keeping it under wraps. The scar runs from about an inch or so below his eye, curving out toward the meat of his cheek and then back in again toward his chin at a sharp angle. It must be painful.

Finish on AO3

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Preview: Dune: The Waters of Kanly

Dune: The Waters of Kanly preview. Following the Battle of Arrakeen, House Atreides warmaster Gurney Halleck takes refuge with spice smugglers, vowing revenge against the Harkonnens. #comics #comicbooks #dune