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Paul Atreides:
Promise: (Part One) You've made a promise to the Harkonnens to end the Atreides bloodline once and for all, working on the inside to take them down. It really sucks that your sworn enemy is hot.
Promise: (Part Two)
(Romance/Slight Angst/Enemies to Lovers)
Promise: (Part Three)
(Romance/Slight Angst/ Enemies to Lovers)
Promise
PAUL ATREIDES X READER
You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.
The Bene Gesserit way had always been to look out for your loved ones, but stay behind the scenes. It has always been to fulfill the duty assigned to you since birth; to continue a lineage but never to create your own legacy. It was a way of life and it was collapsible. Not only did it bring down those that followed, but it also destroyed the lives of many. The closest to its creation would be that of religion, something that died years before the Great Houses were moved from the Earth and to the galaxy.
This was the life you were forced to conform to.
Day in and day out, you were taught the Bene Gesserit age since birth; your family hoping to continue their lineage and create a legacy that would rule the galaxy once the Padishah Emperor was removed from the Imperial House. Which, of course, was what your House had been planning on since the beginning of everything. The world was supposed to burn and everyone was to go with it. The downfall of humanity.
You belonged to the House Harkonnen.
Leaving your prized planet of Arrakis- home to you since the year 10174. Going into 10191, your Uncle, The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, had planned to wipe out the cursed Atreides family by sending them to Arrakis with the false promise of the Spice Harvest. It was a trap to convince them of a growing economy, which would lead to their deaths as they figured a spy was among them. Dr. Yueh, their prized professor was working behind the scenes and helping your family to kill The Duke Leto Atreides.
And thus, your Bene Gesserit training had come to an end and a new one began. You were to stay on Arrakis and continue the ploy under the alias "Ataraxia." You were to kill Paul in his sleep the same night Dr. Yueh betrayed his best friend's trust. It shouldn't be an issue considering your training, and you were to use one of the fabled Crysknifes known to reside on your home planet. They were made with the tooth of the mighty sandworm and needed human flesh. It had to be close to the holder's side for the duration of its use or it would disintegrate into the very sands that swept the grounds. It was a highly valuable object; the holder could not leave the planet alive with one of these. One stab to the sternum would be all it took to deal a deathly blow and end the Atreides bloodline once and for all.
The Harkonnens were nasty and prided themselves on war. You would do anything to keep the pride your Uncle had in you and to keep your beloved planet, the only place you truly found solace.
And it would've been so easy.
But Paul Atreides was nothing short of beautiful.
Tall, slender, and an angular face that of which would make many look as though they're dying, but on him it made him look like the most beautiful chiseled statues. His long and soft dark hair that glistened in the morning sun of Arrakis that anyone would be jealous of and his beautiful blue grey eyes that struck fear into the hearts of many. Always a proper aura and his drive to study the laws of the land radiated that of Bene Gesserit training. You weren't sure if it was his intelligence, his looks, or the fact that he was the known enemy that captivated you first. But what you did know was that his softness was that unlike any other.
Your first meeting day had been when their household objects had moved into your familiar but drab home. They made it seem royal and warm at the same time, a contrast of the particularly cold and clean feel that the Harkonnens left on the place. You noticed the Duke Leto painted into an ornate frame above the mantel piece dressed as a matador. Across from it above the fireplace on the opposite wall was the head of the bull, frozen in time with the blood of the Duke's father upon its horns.
Your hand grazed the edges of the table that filled this room. The Harkonnens had used it for seating and the Atreides family used it as dining. The table was mahogany and must've been hand carved due to the intricate patters that looked like whittling. You pondered the thought of some servant who specialized in fine arts sitting at this seat and working the edges of the table into a flower.
Next, you noticed that the halls were empty. Your Uncle used as many servants as he needed and they all ran around the dark and dreary hallways looking for orders to take and messages to deliver. Before you had your heart set on helping your Uncle, you had continued your Bene Gesserit training under one of the servant women. But what was her name? You tried to recall, but noticed you had been joined by someone within the house.
"Ataraxia." He said.
Turning around, you came face to face with the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes upon. Actually, his eyes were what you saw first; boring into your soul with those piercing icy pupils of his. His entire demeanor was that of wealth, he stood tall and stoic and had an aura of elegance. You expected him to be of royal relation to the family Atreides, but what you weren't expecting was his kindness.
"Sorry for startling you." he said, softly smiling and moving his gaze to the wooden surface below your fingertips. Something about him seemed off, however, like there was something missing that he was refusing to show you. It was cold and dark but it was hidden away in the crevices of his mind.
"You're forgiven." You stated, raising your chin to meet his gaze once more, remembering your training.
"Ah, another Bene Gesserit." He stated, running his fingers through his hair. At first, you wanted to laugh. After such a royal introduction he decided to do something so boyish!
You suppressed your giggles as you fully grasped his assumption. He was intelligent.
His intellect drew you closer to where he was standing. "How'd you figure?"
He turned away from you and walked to the fireplace that was adorned with the gold flaking your Uncle had specially imported from Castle Caladan. The home planet of Atreides. The mystery man stopped with his hands behind his back (beautiful hands, you might add) and his hair falling at his shoulders.
"No one stands with such excruciatingly painful posture on their own accord."
Now you did laugh. The man was startled at first, but he then smiled with that same expression he had once he'd entered the room.
"Now it is my turn to apologize for startling you," you said, containing yourself once more. What power did he have over you that made you feel so easy. Did he posses The Voice?
"You're forgiven." He mimicked your response.
"I thought the Bene Gesserit were women?" You asked, motioning for him to continue, "At least that is what the Reverend Mother claims."
"The Reverend Mother is a bitchass." He said.
You froze. Did he...did he just insult her Majesty Gaius Helen Mohaim? With such vulgar language?
"I- forgive me... What defines a bitchass?" You asked.
He looked frightened after his last comment until you asked him a question pertaining to his language. Instantly calm once again now that he knows he needn't be so proper around you, he drops his guard. "It's a combination of curse words." He laughs and it's like music filled your eardrums. "I'm not entirely sure of the meaning, I read it in a book on old worlds."
After the both of you laugh, you decide to ask him.
"You know my name, of course. But might I know yours?"
He stops laughing and looks at you with a quizzical expression. "You don't recognize me?" He asks.
You instantly felt your cheeks get hot. He was pleasant and intelligent, and here you were standing like a blubbering idiot.
"I'm afraid I don't, sir."
He smiles at you once again. "I believe we are the same age, no need to keep the formalities. Please, refer to me as Paul."
He was kind and beautiful and smart.
And he was the boy you had to kill.
That was your first meeting with the young royal Paul Atreides and since then you couldn't get your mind off of his angelic features and determined gaze. There was something about him that was more captivating than the Spice itself; something that tempted you to get closer to him in ways you couldn't understand. But you wouldn't fail your Uncle, no. You had a mission as a Bene Gesserit and a Harkonnen. You were going to stab him with your Crysknife and end the bloodline. Once and for all.
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You awoke in your cold bedroom on the day that would mark your second month living with the Atreides family. Continuing under the alias, you were rising up quickly above the other servants, no doubt about that. However, you were careful with your movements. If Paul was able to gather information off you so easily it would ruin everything. And not to mention his conniving mother, Jessica. She was always giving you the side eye as though she knew there was something off about you.
Glancing around the room, you see the blank and dry walls of the server's quarters. Your previous bedroom was taken by Paul himself; you now learning how to reside in a place less familiar. Nevertheless, you made it work. Hoisting on your dark pants and plain top you made your way to the common area where the Atreides family was to be having breakfast.
"Ataraxia!" A gust of wind blew past as Paul made his way towards you in the hallway. Walking with fast strides, you slow down to allow him to catch up. Why was he taking such an interest in conversing with you? Instinctively, your hand goes to your side to feel for the comforting coolness of the Crysknife.
"Sir." You said, now giving him your full attention. He was wearing the same uniform dark pants and a dust grey colored long sleeve adorned with the Atreides crest; a red hawk emblem. Even with the dull colors he still managed to show his beauty.
"I thought I requested to drop the formalities?" He smiled and you felt your face go hot. Right, of course.
"My apologies Si- uh Paul." You managed to get out, removing your hand from your side.
He looked towards your hands and then back to your face with a quizzical expression. He was about to open his mouth and ask what it was you were hiding, but instead he smiled and took your caution as just being startled. He might've been going against his instinct, but there was something about you that put him at ease.
Little did he know you were his own personal femme fatale.
"Nothing to worry over." He said and the two of you continued your procession to the downstairs. The rest of the walk was silent except for the occasional passerby. Paul said nothing else so neither did you.
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The room was lit with the orange sky from the outside, the sun shining down on the window panes and creating a yellowish glow on the elegant dining room you had first met Paul in. The wooden arches gave the entirety of the room an elegant feel, they contrasted against the bare walls in a way that felt both comforting and regal. This had always been one of your favorite rooms in the house, as it had been the brightest.
Paul made his way over to one of the spots at the table, fixing the hem of his shirt and pushing his hair away from his eyes. You caught a glimpse of the ring on his left hand, an Atreides crest present there as well. Even though he was just wearing simple house clothes, he looked elegant as ever.
You made your way to the other end of the room, standing against the wall to take any orders Lady Jessica or Duke Leto had asked of you. It was a servant's duty, after all. It was odd to be on the other side of the spectrum since you were usually the one to be waited on.
"Ataraxia." You heard your alias coming from the mouth of Paul's mother, Lady Jessica. Your feet were taking you in her direction before your mind had time to wonder what it was she was about to ask of you. Stopping just a few feet from her chair, you waited for her to speak.
"I'm aware you have a knowledge of this place that surpasses the knowledge of the other servants?" She asked you with dark eyes. She knew you had been a servant in the Harkonnen House since before they moved, but to her knowledge that's where all your information of the place came from. There was no way she could've figured out that a servant isn't actually what you were?
You looked at her to see if there was any sign of knowing, but there was none. She seemed genuinely disinterested in your background.
"Yes, that is correct ma'am." You replied.
"I expect you to show Paul around the place, as we are still new and he has a break from his studies this afternoon." She said, going back to scooping up her breakfast with her fork. Elegant. Poised. Royal.
It made you sick.
"Of course."
Slinking away back to your original position against the wall, you smiled to yourself.
You and Paul would be alone, you could finally make your first strike.
Little did you realize, your smile didn't go unnoticed.
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( AN: Part Two coming soon!! Thank you to everyone who reads my fics! It means the world to me! 💛🦐)
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Пашка Тушканчик и Пряность
I must not doomscroll. Doomscrolling is the mind killer. Doomscrolling is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will put down my phone. I will permit the US election to pass over me and through me. Where the doomscrolling has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain
This Is The Life You Chose Pt 2.
NSFW SMUT 18+
No Minors Allowed Please...
You looked up at her as if understanding the undertones of her warning, she wanted you as her protector and no one else. she trusted you and would trust no one else with her life. you looked down at the bottle in her hands and decided to make the choice. you softly grabbed the bottle from her hands and drank the entire thing. she looked at you with lust glazing over her eyes. she didn't think you would do it, she more so thought it would be a challenging attempt at trying to convince you. you closed your eyes and felt the water run deep, it swirled through your veins like an ocean and coated every ounce of your being with its ancient liquid. you slightly grunted feeling it reach your chest and your heart began to slightly pump a little faster. once the liquid hit your core you whimpered quietly and bit your lip to try to hide the affects it had on you. she saw your veins turn blue ad bit her own lip to stifle a moan.
" Montie".? she put her hand on your cheek to see if you were okay, after a moment you opened your eyes and the portals that were once a green forest were now a blue ocean. "i..it worked". you spoke softly. Jessica took a little more time to look into your eyes, her hand felt so warm on your cheek yet to others she could be so cold. you searched her own eyes for any sign of hesitation and began leaning in closer. her lips brushed against yours before closing the gap between you. her moans sounded like music to your ears, and the spice that you smoked privy to you being dragged to her palace was still i your system being mixed with the water that has now indeed changed your life.
you put your hands on her waist and pulled her flush against you hearing her heartbeat in your ears, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you with her to the bed behind her. "m...my lady should we be doing this right now"? you asked, but she wasn't hearing any of it. she ripped the top of your still suit off to expose your broad chest and strong shoulders, after Leto's death she's been wanting a man to give her what she has been craving for years. "c'mere". she whispered bringing you into the kiss again. your hands begin having a mind of there own, you open the front side of her robe and grab her breasts in your hands while kissing her passionately. she arches into your hands and bites her lip losing her fingers in your long locs. "Montie please". she whispered and moaned in your ear. her neediness was beginning to do things to you and so was the water you drank.
you trailed your kisses from her lips to her jawline slightly biting and nibbling down the column of her neck dragging your tongue inch by inch down the valley of her breasts until you got to her stomach and stopped just above her navel. she gasped as she felt your thumb rub against the soaked fabric beneath her. "Is this because of me my lady"? you asked curiously. "J..Jessica, call me Jessica". she moaned breathlessly. "Jessica". you said, her name rolling off your tongue. you took all the time in the world to unravel her, nipping and sucking the outer layer of skin on her thigh to kissing her clit with such deliciously slow delicacy that she mewled and whined while attempting to push your face closer. the moment finally came from you when your suit became uncomfortable tight in the lower region. so you crawled off of her and slid the rest of your suit off.
Jessica bit the inside of her cheek when she saw the way your cock nearly pulsed in your boxers. she smirked to herself and pulled you back on top of her. your lower half slightly nudged her clit from the impact and she arched into you again feeling her pulse rise. she leaned into your ear and whispered the nastiest things to you, like how she wanted you to hold her legs open and fuck her deep to how she wants you to lay her on her stomach and fuck her in a chokehold. "make me beg and scream Montie, please make me fall apart". how long has this woman been touch starved. you thought. you ripped off her underwear and yours spitting on your hand to lube your cock up fairly well. for her it took no lube due to her being wet to prior ministrations. you lined yourself up between her folds and slowly pushed yourself in so you could bottom out. her eyes rolled to the back of her head with a delicious moan and she dug her nails into your back eliciting a hiss from you. "shhh i know baby i know but you wanted this right". you said lowly. once you bottomed out you rolled your hips and paced your thrusts at a decent pace, not to slow yet not too fast. "fuck, ugh Montie yes just like that". she moaned.
" such a good boy for mommy". she groaned, the pet name made you shiver even more. so much more that you picked up the pace just a tad. you grabbed onto her hips and fucked her deeper. never in your life did you ever think this is what you would be doing but it was happening and you weren't complaining a bit. after a few hours of fucking her raw and dumb you flipped her over and put her in a chokehold grinding into her ass to hit that one spot that made her see stars. "you like when daddy fucks you huh princess". you grunted into her ear feeling her clench around you. "such a pretty pussy". you praised in her ear. she bit her lip and fisted the bed sheets hard, so hard she tore the fabric. your moans got more and more frequent with every thrust. which for Jessica was a warning that you'd be coming soon. "A...are you coming daddy".? Jessica asked in the sultry rasp you crave. with that question you tensed up and came inside of her with such vigor that she shivered from the orgasm you both had at the same time. "fuuuuuuuck". you moaned and bit her shoulder almost enough to make it bleed. once you two calmed down and she was resting her head on your chest you, only then were you able to speak. "i will give my life for you Jessica, for this is the life i chose".
This Is The Life You Chose
living in the desert you had to change a lot about yourself and the way you lived, you used to live in California in a house wedged between two redwood trees in the forest. how you ended up in Arrakis was a mystery that was yet to be solved. it didn't take much convincing for you to become right hand to the Bene Gesserit lady Jessica. she spoke very little to those around her but to you, it felt strange because she always had a lot to say. she would ask you if you were okay, if you slept well or if you ate even. it would go pretty much like this. "Montie do make sure you drink water and eat today, and sit up straight you'll get horrendous back pain little one". the pet name nearly killed you but you managed to lock your feelings away rather tightly. lady Jessica picked you to be her right hand for reasons unknown, the first day you met did not go how you planned at all.
you were outside your tent with a blunt in your hand smoking the spice of the sands enjoying the air and sunlight, preparing to mentally get ready for the day ahead. out of nowhere you saw two men walk up to you wielding swords, because you were an outcast being in your position you could easily get killed and no one would care to notice, so you ran up and tripped the man from under him summersaulted behind him and got back on your feet putting him in a chokehold before he could touch you. the other man got socked clean in the face by your elbow before you got touched. "who are you two...what do you want".!!!you asked your eyes burning with spice. though you were high off the dunes of Arrakis you senses heightened tremendously.
" Lady Jessica would like a word with you". the man under your hold spoke softly as to not piss you off any further. "so you had to get my attention by trying to kill me." you spoke with venom lacing your tone. "she wanted us to test your strength, as you are to be her new right hand." the other man said. "the fuck happened to the first one". you asked plainly. the men looked at each other and that gave you your answer. -TIME SKIP- Back at the palace lady Jessica sat in her chambers awaiting your arrival, once she heard the doors open she stood up and approached you. "My lady if you wanted my services a simple note or delivery would have been accepted". you said softly. the woman raked over your features, the way your shoulders arms and chest stuck out the most in your still suit. how your legs bulked and sculpted the linings of the suit and how your hair fell in locs past your shoulders. the rivers of locs were flowing with sand and spice sparkled in every one from the dunes you ventured through. your beautiful green eyes told a million stories.
Lady Jessica didn't speak to you much but merely thanked you without words for being her new protector. "what is your name dear one"? she asked lowly, her sultry voice sending shivers straight to your core. "Montie". you spoke freely. she nodded slowly and circled you, she reached for a blue liquid that swirled in a glass vile like a calm river flowing downstream. "what's that my lady". you asked. this is the water of life, it can show you things in this world that no human is supposed to see. but the choice to join me is yours". she said gazing at you with her piercing blue eyes. "if i refuse"? you asked challengingly. she stepped closer to you and raised an eyebrow as if accepting your challenge. she leaned close enough to your ear for her lips to softly graze the lobe. "you will join me".
paul, chani, and time in Dune: Messiah and Dune: Part Two
She knew now that she’d lived on faraway Caladan in an insulated capsule which had allowed only the most blatant of Alia’s excesses to intrude. I contributed to my own dream-existence, she thought. Caladan had been something like that insulation provided by a really first-class frigate riding securely in the hold of a Guild heighliner. Only the most violent maneuvers could be felt, and those as mere softened movements. How seductive it is to live in peace, she thought.
Lady Jessica and her self-imposed exile —Children of Dune, Frank Herbert
i'm thinking about chani as written by denis villeneuve and the idea of the greek chorus. the members the chorus are meant to explain the messages the audience is meant to take away from the play, or to provide the average person's perspective on everything that takes place. and isn't that the exact kind of role that villeneuve has said he wants chani to fill? her role is that of the true moral compass, here to hammer home the reminder that paul is not and will not be morally sanctified by the narrative and that ultimately villeneuve's dune is about how paul's good intentions cannot excuse or codone his actions. villeneuve has assigned chani the role of the greek chorus and if you don't listen to her and use her as your frame of reference for understanding the film as intended, you're not watching dune properly.
the prettiest princess ever created maybe?? yes.
Jessica and Leto Atreides x physical touch - Dune, Frank Herbert │ Dune (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve
"This is the way it had to be, Leto, she thought. "A time of love and a time of grief. She rested her hand on her abdomen,"
a sketch of Paul Atreides.. thinking of how cool an animated dune movie could be.
. 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼
[ working on the rough base outline for an illustration of Chani and Paul inspired by the books + films ]