#gurney halleck angst

[lowtaperfeyd]

Hi there!! I’m so excited to see that you have Dune requests open! 😊

Could I make a request for Gurney x fem!reader? I was thinking something angsty with her being either an Atreides or a member of the bene gesserit who is close to Jessica, and she’s forced into marriage with another. (probably more angst for Gurney if it’s to Feyd or another Harkonnen) angst to fluff or just angst, up to you!

Many thanks If you accept this! 😊

Sinking Ship, Abandon Ship

Gurney Halleck x Atreides!reader

author's note: I really hope you enjoy this one, because writing it was incredibly fun and entertaining!

(not beta read, we die like feyd-rautha)

warnings: mentions of death, a lot of angst, duke leto being an awful brother, house harkonnen.

wc: 978

The romance between Gurney Halleck and the Duke’s sister, (Y/N), developed slowly over time. The two who have been around each for decades, since before politics really mattered.

“You wanted to see me brother?” Questioned (Y/N) as she walked into Leto’s office on Caladan. 

“Yes I did (Y/N), take a seat.” He said anxiously, like he didn’t know what to say or expect.

“Is there something going on? You made this seem quite serious. You’re even pacing now.” She said, worried about her older brother, “this isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis, right?”

“This isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis.” Leto said slowly.

“Well that's a good thing, isn’t it? We leave in a few weeks and stay there to collect spice and try to converse with the Fremen.” 

The Duke interrupted her, “(Y/N) it affects you going.”

“Well tell me what's going on!” The sister retorted to her brother, annoyed that he wasn’t telling her things. 

“In order for us to have a certain amount of ‘safety’ on Arrakis, I have decided it is best if you marry the Baron’s eldest nephew. In order for this to happen, you need to leave tomorrow.” 

“Oh.” she whispered as a pinching feeling settled deep into her chest. 

“Oh!” he said, upset, “That's all you're going to say!”

“I mean what else is there to say!” She said as the tears began to fall down her face, “I’m leaving my family! my home!” The person I love! She thought afterwards. 

“I had no choice (Y/N)! It was this or the fact that Harkonnens may try to kill us on Arrakis!” He shouted

“So you’re going to have me die at the hands of them!” She yelled back at him, “I’m just a sacrifice for you!” 

“You’re not a sacrifice!”

“You’re right!” she hysterically shouted back, “I’m a lamb to the slaughter! A sacrifice would have more honor!” 

“(Y/N) listen to me!” Leto shouted to her. But it was too late, she had turned her back and started walking away. 

“Fuck off, Leto!”

(Y/N) began to walk the expansive halls of Castle Caladan. Walking past the paintings of her ancestors who once ruled the same planet she is leaving. The ancestors who had their own problems when they were alive. But those problems were solved by means of negotiation, not marrying off their younger sister. She continued to aimlessly plod around with tears running down her face. But, any guards who passed her didn’t say anything to her. Instead they went straight to Gurney Halleck.  

After about half an hour of wandering, (Y/N) was leaning against the balcony railing; that gave a spectacular view of the setting sun and its light that reflected off the dazzling ocean waves. The tears in her eyes had subsided and were now replaced with untimed sniffles. She thought about the days that were easier. How she would frolic with her brother when they were younger, along the rolling hills. Her and Gurney’s late night walks when they couldn’t sleep from plagues infecting their dreams. The walks which ended with small, sweet kisses and long hugs goodbye, before they returned to their own quarters. 

“The guards told me you were crying.” Gurney deadpanned, “if I am correct you just had a meeting with the Duke, is everything alright?” 

He began walking to where (Y/N) was standing near the railing. 

“Everything is fine, for everyone else,” said with a sad chuckle, “but for us, it’s a boat that's sinking and we can’t repair the hole.” 

He placed a hand on her back, “Why, what’s going on?” he said, concerned. 

“The Duke is sending me off to marry a count.” (Y/N) muttered.

“Which count?” Gurney said, trying to figure out a way to mend the situation. Thinking that if it was one he knew, he could make a compromise. 

“Count Glossu Rabban, of House Harkonnen.”

Gurney’s vision turned red. He could not believe the duke, the man who knew that the Harkonnens do not like the Atreides, would marry off his sister to a husband who would be cruel. 

“Why!” He said, before calming down so as to not yell at her, “Why is he doing this?” 

“Something to do with the safety of everyone else on Arrakis, I’m a form of collateral.” 

“So he's shipping you off to Harkonnen bastards!” He asserted, “Men who would kill you if you stepped out of line.” 

“I didn’t have a choice, Gurney…” She disclosed as more tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“Well I have something to say, (Y/N), I’m not letting them take you away from me.” He said with venom in his voice. Before shifting to a softer tone, “I’m not letting them take anything else from me…” 

“There’s nothing you can do, my dear.” (Y/N) commented, finally realizing what was going to happen to her. 

“Then, when do you leave?” Gurney responded as he turned around.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Then I still have a night with you, we still have a couple of hours.” Gurney proposed, “You’re not gone yet.”

“No, I’m not.”

The final hours Gurney and (Y/N) had very little talking. Moving into her bedroom to cry more and reminisce about what they had. How they had taken their freedom for granted. 

“Years ago, If you asked me to marry you, then we wouldn’t be here right.” (Y/N) whispered as she laid on her bed with her head on Gurney’s chest. 

“Years ago, if I knew you wanted to get married, I would’ve bought a ring.” Gurney added. 

That would be the last thing they said to each other before (Y/N) had to leave. Both of them too hurt by the Duke’s actions to say anything else. And a mutual feeling of betrayal by him too.

[simplysolo]

[nyrasproblm]

I'm not the only one - 4

Leto Atreides x reader, Paul Atreides x reader (platonic), Jessica Atreides x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1,3K

Warning: Kinda angst, age difference, mention of drinking alcohol, arranged marriage, mention of infidelity (I think)

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Moving your toes uneasily, you continued your reading attentively, even forgetting to keep your back straight. Since the heated argument with Leto during the last dinner you hadn't left your quarters, preferred to stay quiet and away from the eyes of the duke's servants and men.

The only people you spoke to more often now were Raja and Dania, your servants, since they had to attend to you and were in your quarters almost always. You didn't give Jessica and Paul any opportunity to talk to you, even though you now actually had some duties as duchess.

Your duties as duchess were limited to speaking and taking charge of the governess and servants and answering some letters. The letters that did not contain very important matters, of course, you had to answer them and they were then taken to the duke to be analyzed and if they were satisfactory then they would be sent. Well, at least you kept busy.

Your plans to be mentat with Thufir Hawat were also put aside, you didn't want to get in the poor man's way and he didn't want to risk being discovered.

As the days went by you became more and more quiet, speaking only as necessary to your maids and nothing more. It felt good to keep your thoughts to yourself, like you did on your home planet. You hadn't spoken to Leto in a few days, but his words were still present in your mind, you still felt bad.

Sighing, you looked up and looked around the room, your rooms were fancy without a doubt. Everything was very symmetrical, the walls, the bed built on a small platform that rose a few inches off the floor, the thick rug on the floor. There were several elements that you liked about Arrakeen Palace: the neutral colors of the plain walls, the beautifully carved artwork on the walls, the way everything seemed to fit well into this environment. It gave a certain feeling of comfort, somehow.

You placed the book on the gray stone table and leaned back in the upholstered chair, before you could get up a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in."

You automatically broke into a wide smile when you saw that it was Thufir Hawat. Quickly standing up and approaching him in long strides, you wrapped the short man in a tight hug. He had the same friendly features as always.

"Thufir Hawat, good to see you again."

"I say the same, Duchess." He smiled, stretching his sappho-stained lips. "The Duke sent me here to summon you for today's council."

Your smile gradually faded and your face formed a confused expression.

"The counsil? But I've never participated before." you questioned.

"Apparently the Duke wants you to fully occupy your position as Duchess." he stated.

You were still unsure about leaving the safety of your quarters, but you knew you couldn't get away from it any longer.

"Well, to the council then.”

The council room wasn't that big, but it had a long dark stone table, with a few chairs arranged around it. Like the rest of the Palace, the room was symmetrical and minimalist, with few details, but it had a rectangular window that gave a view of the city outside on one of the walls.

Thufir guided you to a chair near the head and pulled it for you to sit down, you thanked him quietly and he walked around the table to sit facing you. You knew it was indiscreet to stare at people blatantly, so you turned your head slightly and quickly looked around the room. Sitting at the table were also Duncan Idaho, the master swordsman, Gurney Halleck, the warmaster, and a few other men you didn't know.

You turned your head when you heard the doors opening again, seeing Paul and Leto walk in together, exchanging soft smiles with each other. Everyone stood up formally and you did the same, waiting for the Duke's signal to sit down again.

A shiver came over you when you realized that Leto was going to sit at the end of the table, next to you. He walked over and signaled everyone to sit down again.

Your mental confusion increased with every minute of that meeting, Leto and his men talked about politics, the spice, the Fremen and relations with other great houses, but you had no opportunity to speak or give your opinion at any time. The time you wasted here could have been used to continue your duties or to read a book.

"Remain seated, I want to talk to you." Leto said in a low voice at the end of the meeting, when everyone else was leaving.

You remained sitting upright, chin slightly raised and features neutral as you waited patiently for you two to be alone. Leto turned to you, still sitting in the chair, and sighed. It was the first time since the wedding ceremony that you were so close to him, he seemed more tired now.

"I want to apologize to you most sincerely." he began in a calm voice. "I let my problems get bigger and took them out on alcohol, and consequently, on you."

Remaining silent, you chose to just nod, which gave him the opportunity to continue talking.

"Jessica advised me to try to make our coexistence more pleasant, for you and me. She said we should spend more time together, but I hope you understand that I don't have much free time." he continued.

Just as quickly as you cheered up, you withered again. He was apologizing because Jessica had told him to, he was telling you to spend more time together because Jessica had suggested it. You twisted your fingers under the table.

"Yes, sir, I understand that."

Leto nodded and cleared his throat.

"I hope we have dinner together tonight then.”

As much as Leto was willing to apologize to you and spend more time with you influenced by Lady Jessica, you were satisfied in a way, he now acted more leniently, even though he couldn't spend much time with you through occupations as duke.

You started leaving your quarters more and went back to seeing Paul and Lady Jessica, your relationship with both of them also improved, you sometimes welcomed Jessica into your rooms after dinner, she would comb your hair for you to sleep.

"I think you're getting along well with your husband now." she said cautiously as she ran the brush repeatedly through the length of your hair.

"I think so, he said he wants to make our relationship better for both of us." you replied as you kept your gaze on your hands resting in your lap.

She stopped brushing and you frowned, turning to her.

"Everything is fine?"

"Yes, yes, all right." She nodded and placed the brush on the dresser again. "I must go, good night, my dear."

Dinners with everyone present were also held again. Tonight everyone was around the table eating in silence, the atmosphere seemed strange so you preferred to remain silent.

You didn't exactly know the reason for the strange atmosphere, but Leto distanced himself again a few days ago, but not as much as before, so you also kept yourself busy with other things. Lady Jessica was acting strangely lately, she practically ran away from your presence, always ignoring you when you tried to call her to your quarters after dinner and other things.

Clearing your throat, you decided to break the silence.

"Paul, how's your training going?"

"It's going very well, but it's more difficult because of the heat." he smiled widely. "I've been to the desert a few times, to see the harvesters, I wanted you to go with me but mom says you're busy with your chores."

"I've been a little busy, yes, but I'd love to go with you sometime." you replied and the boy seemed to light up.

"That's great, I asked mom to go but the doctor said it's not recommended for her to expose herself to heat because of her pregnancy."

Your spine froze and you turned your head to the other two occupants of the table, seeing them as frozen as you were.

"Are you pregnant?" you ask in a low voice to Jessica.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

left behind

Pairing: Gurney Halleck x Reader Rating: T Notes: Still simping for Gurney Halleck. Shocker. Set during Dune Part II.

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. Not beta-read, so probably riddled with typos that I won’t find until I hit ‘post’.

Warnings: Angst; fluff; yearning; pining; they're in love, they're just idiots.

Summary: You’ve spent months fighting to honor all of your ghosts, but there’s no one whose memory you've tended to more than Gurney’s. On the evenings when your nightmares played keepaway with your peace, you reached for his memories first and held them the tightest. 

He’s a far cry from the man that you once knew. You don’t recognize him for a moment—but as he grows closer, and the flash of his smile becomes apparent, your insides curdle and twist as if you've sipped the Water of Life. 

And when Paul points you out—when his mouth forms your name, his gloved finger jabbed in your direction—you see the man's expression fall and muddle. You’re not sure what with: shock, disgust, confusion? 

But before you can decipher it—before the man can take another step toward you or away from you, Chani is taking hold of your shoulder and guiding you away from the wreckage of the destroyed spice freighter. You don’t fuss or fight, or insist that you have someone to see, something to say. You still hardly believe your eyes. You don’t trust that what you've seen isn’t an effect of the spice, or a hallucination—one of those jinn that Stilgar warns you about when you go for walks alone at night. 

It wouldn’t be the first time that your tired eyes have carved the likeness of the man you once loved out of dust and heat. 

-- 

“If I’d known,” He tries, “I could’ve gotten you off of the planet. I would’ve—”

“I wouldn’t have left.”

“You still can, and should. You’d be safer on Caladan.” 

“My place is with Paul.” 

His grip is a vice as he grabs your wrist and roughly tugs you to face him. Your feet stutter and stall in the sand, annoyance rising in your belly. It’s only stoked by the righteous fury waiting for you in his eyes. He seems unaware or uncaring of the testy audience that his antic draws, the slowed steps of the Fremen around you; their shushes and tuts; their low, murmured chittering warnings in Chakobsa, filling the canyon with whispered threats. 

“And mine is not?” He hisses. You study his face for a few testy, silent moments before you finally wrestle from his grip. 

“I couldn’t say where your place is, Gurney Halleck.” 

-- 

Sleep is uneasy. The stillness and silence of the dessert makes you fidget and squirm in your tent. You can only keep your eyes closed for a moment or two before they open again. You map the ceiling of the tent, mark its occasional fluttering in the odd breeze. You try not to think of the little centipedes, or the trapdoor spiders. 

You fight not to think of the man just feet from you. 

You’ve spent months fighting to honor all of your ghosts, but there’s no one whose memory you've tended to more than Gurney’s. On the evenings when your nightmares played keepaway with your peace, you reached for his memories first and held them the tightest. 

You’ve struggled to keep every little bit etched into your mind: his voice, his smile, his laugh, the murmur of his balliset. You’ve remembered the slip of his hand over your arm, your back, your side as he corrected a movement in training. You've remembered the call of his voice over the battlefield, roaring over your pounding heart as you ran into hell together. You’ve fought to hold the last look of him in Arrakeen—the blend of passion and sorrow in his eyes as he charged the Harkonnens. 

But you’d lost sight of him in the skirmish, and found your way to Paul. You’d been certain that so few of your fellow soldiers had survived, positive that any who had would have fallen into Harkonnen clutches. 

Some nightmares draw up images of Gurney in their chains once more, fighting against his bondage without Leto there to free him again. Others have him limping from the shadows, bleeding, imploring and begging you to tell him where you had gone when he needed you most. 

Is he awake over there? Or has he learned to doze peacefully, to drift off to the shush of spice over the sands of Arrakis? Does he dream of Caladan, of her deep oceans and grey skies? 

Does he think of you? Of your nights together in the barracks? Of sharing a drink? 

You push yourself to sit up now, drawing a deep breath in through your nose as you fight to slow your pounding heart, to unpick the knot forming in your belly. 

-- 

You try to hide from him in the company of others. Your place with the Fremen is far less precarious than it used to be, and they happily draw you into their conversations, keep pace with you as you walk. Whenever Gurney gets too close, they cast him a wary look and bunch in closer to you. It warms you as much as it makes you uneasy.

You’ve no reason to be protected from Gurney. He would never harm you, despite what his grabbing your wrist may have made them think. But you’re not rushing to correct them, either. And when you’re certain that you feel him watching you, you force yourself to refocus on the company of your friends. 

The worn, high walls of Sietch Tabr are an unexpected respite. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that you’ll be able to slip into the crowd and elude the former Warmaster for just a little while longer. Hands pat you on the shoulder as you pass, murmurs of greeting washing over you as you venture deeper underground. 

You want as much rest and quiet that this brief break will afford you. You’re certain that Gurney will keep close now that he and Paul have been reunited, and you can’t blame him—in his shoes, you would do the same. You have no intention of letting yourself be kept away from Paul, or away from the action, so you’ll have to brace. 

-- 

“Did he hurt you?” 

If the question had come from anyone else, you may deflect—turn away, start toward the next windtrap. But Chani’s question isn’t abrasive, despite its bluntness. You keep your eyes set resolutely on the filter that you’re removing, twisting it from its position and lowering it to your rucksack with the others that you’ve collected.

“A long time ago,” You finally admit.

“Does he know?” 

“No.” 

Chani’s silence is as heavy as her gaze. You just shrug, chasing her quiet curiosity: “It isn’t that easy.” 

“Why not?”

“He wouldn’t understand.” Or care. 

You hold your hand out for a fresh filter, and fit it once she’s passed it over. 

“He’s a good man,” You add. “Smart, and strong.” 

“The others think he’s a spy.” 

“They thought the same of me.” 

“...That’s true.”

“And the same of Paul.” 

Chani falls quiet at the reminder, and the mention of Paul’s name. The two of you collect the remainder of the full filters, each stewing in your thoughts. You finally speak again as you make your way back to the sietch. 

“Will you tell the others to lighten up on Gurney?” You cast her a sidelong glance just in time to see her lips purse contemplatively. 

“They won’t take to him easily,” She argues. 

“They should try.” 

“You should lead by example.”

It’s your turn to purse your lips. You know that she’s right, and it irritates you. But you nod grudgingly. It shouldn’t be too hard to crack your own shell. For all of your pain and heartache, you have missed him. Your mind has been racing with memories since you first saw him again. 

When you return to the sietch, he isn’t hard to find. Stilgar points you in his direction, and warns you not to waste your time or water on such an unclever man. The words, accompanied with a wink and a light pat on the shoulder, offer a much-needed lightness as you wind through the cool, quiet halls. 

You don’t bother to try and sneak up on Gurney—there’s no point. He always was a vigilant tactician, as wise in the ways of his soldiers as of his enemies. His head tips toward you a touch as your footsteps grow nearer, but he doesn’t take his attention away from the mural on the wall. 

“How do they get off?” He asks. The question makes you balk, briefly stalling your brain before you manage—”What?” 

“Of the worm.” He gestures toward the wall, at the illustration of a small figure riding a sandworm. Ah. 

“They slide off,”You tell him, “Or run the worm until it tires and slows.” 

He grunts, nodding slowly. “You’ve learned a lot these last few months.” 

“I’ve had to,” You admit, then amend: “We all have.” 

Gurney nods again. “You seek me out for a reason, or were you just going for a walk?” 

You’re tempted to lie. Gurney is no truthsayer and you were adept at concealing your true feelings from him once. 

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what.” 

By the way that he says it, you know that he’s leaning digging the knife in, just a little. You can’t blame him; if you were in his place, you’d do the same. You draw in a deep breath, curling your nails into your palms. 

“I…Should not have received you as I did when we found you in the desert.” 

“You didn’t receive me at all.” 

“And that is what I mean.” 

You eye the floor as you feel Gurney turning to look at you, hold carefully still as you feel him approach you, your fingers still curled tightly into fists. 

“If I had been able,” He says softly, “If I had known about you and Lady Jessica and Paul—” 

“I know,” You whisper. 

It’s a moment before he reaches out, taking hold of your hands. You pull in a soft, stunned breath at the touch; his hands are warm, and rougher than you remember. He turns your hands over, thumbs sweeping across the half-moons that your nails have dug in. 

“There’s still time,” He offers, and before you have a chance to misunderstand his meaning, he presses: “To return to Caladan.” 

You try not to let it sting you—the thought that this man has had you back for just a few days and is already chomping at the bit to be rid of you. Your fingers involuntarily flex, brushing against his where he holds you, still. 

“There is,” You agree, “But as I said, my place is here, with Paul. Yours is, too.” 

“Yes.” 

You give one last, small nod before you draw your hands back from his. You take a step back, too, desperate to create space between yourself and Gurney. You clear your throat, tucking your hands into your pockets, out of reasonable reach.

“You should rest,” You offer. “Whenever we—Paul will want to get back out there as quickly as possible.” 

You don’t give him a chance to respond. You turn away and stride back to where you sleep, forcing yourself to be secure in the knowledge that you’ve spoken, reconciled, and will move on.

Gurney is a good fighter, and a smart man. Your countenance has surely bounced off of him like sound from a wall. He’ll conduct himself in an appropriate manner, fight well, make his worth known to the others. You’ll approve of him publicly, encourage his company and conversation where you must, and hide from it where you’re able. You’ll still shield your discomfort, the embers of your misguided love in the sands of Arrakis, and burn your passion out in leveling and destroying Harkonnen soldiers and spice freighters. 

Gurney always taught you to turn your feelings, your passion—any strong emotion—to guiding your fight, regardless of whether or not you felt in the mood for it when the need arose. You can do so now. You’ve always been a good soldier—and for him and his sake, you know that you will be the best. 

-- 

Acceptance is slow. Gurney and Stilgar do not mesh quickly, but their shared belief and care for Paul keeps them on as even a footing as they can be. They still butt heads, still insist that they know better, but concede that Paul knows best. It makes for amusing conversation, watching the two bat their causes back and forth before ultimately yielding to your former trainee, Maud’dib, the Lisan Al-Ghaib. You try not to love it as you watch your wise Warmaster bite his tongue for Paul’s sake. You know that Paul appreciates his guidance, and, where it’s necessary, his compliance. 

But when Gurney turns to meet your eye—to level an all-knowing look of ‘Can you believe this?’ or his imploration for back-up—you force your expression to a neutral set, merely arching a brow, as if to ask what he’ll do next. 

You can see his frustration grow as you remain neutral, but you can’t bring yourself to side against the people that have accepted you and given you shelter for months. You’re certain that as much as it frustrates him, he understands, even if he doesn’t agree with you. 

It doesn’t stop him from sitting beside you during meals. It doesn’t stop him from covering your back when you work with the others to take down Harkonnens, to level a freighter. It doesn’t stop the two of you from being near one another during briefings, or sharing knowing looks when you watch Paul and Stilgar disagree. Paul always was an ornery child, and it’s neither a surprise, nor an affront when he argues with authority. Hell—you wear it as a badge of honor, and you’re certain Stilgar does, too. 

-- 

When you lose your pack in the midst of battle and your tent is destroyed, you know that you have other options. At worst, you could take an early watch, use the tent of someone that takes it on later. But Gurney’s hand pats against your lower back as he passes you, the words, “Come on,” Push out of his gruff mouth before you can even think to ask or argue.

You watch him go for a moment before you force yourself to follow. It’s been a long day of fighting, and you’re not willing to make it longer by nit-picking with him. You just follow him to his tent and duck inside. The two of you undo the clasps and fastenings on your stillsuits in silence. You take a little longer, hesitating and glancing back every few moments as you undo the suit. It’s been long since you’ve undressed near him, and even then you’re certain that he didn’t take notice. Now, the space is nearly cramped with the two of you, filled with the sounds of zips and pops. Once you’ve disrobed, you hurriedly change into your nightclothes—a flimsy, thin top and a pair of loose fitting pants. 

By the time you turn to face him, Gurney has laid out the pad that you’ll both sleep on, cushioning you from the sand as you rest. He hasn’t taken up his place yet, and while you’d like to linger until he’s made himself comfortable, you force yourself to lie down and curl up on your side. You feel more than hear him settle beside you, the pad shifting slightly as he sinks down onto it. The two of you lay in the dark, still silence for a little while. 

“...What happened to your balliset?” You can’t stand the quiet, and can’t bring yourself to ask about anything else. 

“...It blew up.” 

“Paul?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Damn.” 

He huffs a soft laugh that warms you, and you smile. 

“We’ll get you new one,” You promise before you can stop yourself. 

“The Fremen don’t have one?” 

“They have something like it. I’m sure you could learn.” 

You hear him shift beside you, and squeeze your eyes shut as his warm breath brushes against your neck. 

“Would you want me to?” 

“...I want you to do anything that you like, Gurney Halleck.” 

“Anything?” 

“Mhm.” 

You think that he’ll let it end there, and that he’ll let you both drift off into a peaceful sleep. Bu when his arm curls around your waist, you know that you won’t be able to sustain as you like. 

You try to fight it. You want to be a rock in his arms, cold and unmovable—but when his arm winds around you, you melt into him like butter on warm bread. 

--  

Waking is slow. It’s accompanied by murmurs of Chakobsa around your tent, and the shushing of sand and spice around the tent. You sigh softly, shifting between the softness of the mat, and the hard body against yours. 

You don’t dare open your eyes. 

You can feel his lips and beard brushing tenderly against the curve of your jaw, his fingers flexing against your skin and curling in the hiked-up fabric of your top. You hum softly, tipping your head to the side and letting your forehead knock gently against his. You don’t know if he’s awake, but you’re not willing to open your eyes and find out. You expect him to draw back, to extricate his body from yours. And you wait to pull yourself fully from sleep, to draw your stillsuit back on and push away the sensation of being wrapped in his arms. 

Neither of you make any such move. 

His lips drift up a touch, pressing tenderly against the crest of your cheekbone. Your hand lifts as if on its own, smoothing against his rough cheek as a heady hum leaves your lips. Gurney’s grip tightens on your hip, pulling your body flush against his as his kiss brushes down to the upturned corner of your mouth. Your breath catches in your throat, fingers smoothing higher to curl in his hair as his hips roll gently against your side. 

“Gurney.”

His name leaves you wrapped in a breath, wary that anything louder will wake him, truly wake him before you’ve had a chance to savor his touch. But he just groans, his nose brushing nuzzling as his lips sleepily find yours. You part your lips unthinkingly, tongues tangling as you trade syrupy-slow kisses. 

It must be a dream—you've gone sleeping walking and been taken by a jinn. This has to be a trick or a trap—but as Gurney presses cloesr, covering his body with yours and spreading your legs wide to make room for him, you can't bring yourself to care, even if it is. You blink sleepily up at him as he draws away, holding your gaze as you gently comb your nails over his scalp. Your focus is only broken when someone taps on the top on the top of the tent, and Chani's warning of, "Breakfast," Breaks through.

Gurney glances up before his gaze flits to yours, awaiting your approval. You smile, giving a small shake of your head.

"I'm not very hungry."

Gurney's smile widens, eyes brightening with mischief as he lowers himself closer.

"Neither am I."

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Welcome!

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Fandoms I can write for:

SCREAM FRANCHISE

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

SLASHERS:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Patrick Bateman

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Jackson Rippner

Lenny Miller

Michael McCrea

Raymond Leon

Neil Lewis

Robert Fischer

Mike Kiernan

Shivering Soldier (Inception)

Damien O'Donovan

Thomas "Tom" Buckley

Thomas Shelby

THE BOYS:

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Hughie Campbell

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

MARVEL:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

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Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Franz Sauer (Munich - The Edge of War)

Mike Krause (Salt)

Alex de Klerks (The Last Vermeer)

Moritz de Vries (Parfum)

Jam Kremfeld (Furia)

JANNIS NIEWÖHNER

Paul von Hartmann (Munich - The Edge of War)

Karl (Je Suis Karl)

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Paul Atreides

Gurney Halleck

LUCA MARINELLI VERSE

Primo Nizzuto (Trust FX)

Mickey Miranda (A Dangerous Fortune)

Diabolik

LOUIS HOFFMANN

Jonas Kahnwald (Dark)

Werner Pfennig (All the Light We Cannot See)

Ulrich Haussmann (Masters of the Air)

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Tig Trager

RULES:

What I will not write:

Threesomes (I simply suck at it AND not my cup of tea)

Anything involving minors (such as x daughter!Reader)

Complete angst (Please, we need to have some hope even if it's not a happy ending)

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You're my port in a storm, chapter 11

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

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I've had a very big and emotionally + physically difficult 6 months. I'm glad to be posting again.

Excerpt

It’s impressive, how someone as large as Gurney manages to sneak up on someone as skittish as you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he gruffs. You jump, almost dropping your stack of fresh bed linen. He watches you closely, brow furrowed and seemingly unaware of the fact that he’s just scared you again with his sneaking around in the corridors of Castle Caladan.

Finish on AO3

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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.

[dunefeather]

Hi! Here i am again 🙈 i would love to make a request for a Gurney x reader imagine! The reader and Gurney love eachother but haven't told the other yet. Gurney is hessitant because he is older and reader is hessitant because their past relationship was not so great. So maybe Gurney comes back from a fight hurt and the reader takes care of his injuries, they talk and finally confess their love for eachother. Some smut at the end please!😊 Hope everything is alright!

Here it is ! Thank you for requesting ! 😊

Secret Unveiled (18+)

Gurney Halleck x F!Reader

Content : smut, protected sex, medical exam, love confession, mutual pining, friends to lovers, age gap, fluff, angst.

Gurney Halleck is no stranger to you and this little light in your eyes each time you welcome him in the infirmary, whatever the reason. It was simple for him to find some explanation : a guard hurt during his duty, he happened to walk nearby and decided to visit you, or a quick meeting with the staff to ask for any improvement needed.

This man is proud of his missions and achievements throughout his life. To be fair he is even pretty satisfied with his ability to keep himself in shape despite his age. Of course years are showing but he keeps discipline and physical condition at heart. He is respected, listened to. Sadly he doesn't have anyone to share his life with. He may not be the most romantic soul of this castle - and would never equal Leto Atreides' level around Lady Jessica - but his loneliness had started to take a toll and it got worse around you.

"The day you tell me you trained with live ammunition I won't even be surprised," you sigh, "I guess this soldier was upset for some reason ?"

It's hard to focus around you. Gurney feels ashamed of this attraction he feels whenever you come into his eyesight or - even better - when you get to touch his bare skin to heal him. A part of him wants to show off around you but is afraid of crossing the line that would condemn him to being seen as a creepy old man. With all his experience and years of restraint and sacrifices in many aspects of his life he should be able not to shudder at soft feminine hands on his bare chest. He is no longer the young soldier that could have an excuse of falling for the first cute nurse he sees after a traumatic accident.

"No live ammunition I promise," he chuckles, "not as long as you could do much worse as retaliation."

"I don't know who would have to fear this the most, you or the idiot that would have accepted to obey that kind of orders."

It feels good to have someone to share a few laughs despite the bruises your are examining. He likes your stern eyes.

"I hope you would take care of that idiot then, there are days where teaching them not to listen to everything they hear is more difficult than others." He admits.

"So they have to learn to obey at everything but at the same time to anticipate what could get them into troubles ?"

"Of course."

Gurney tenses up as you push him gently to seat onto a table, a few shameful thoughts crossing his mind as you make him lean backwards a little to take care of some wound. You are standing there in your white dress, face invisible as you are leaning towards him. He hopes he lost enough blood during that stupidly dangerous training not to show you any unexpected excitement down there.

"I am going to apply some balm on your belly and ribs." You mumble before walking to the right. "some serious bruises that are going to get pretty painful if we don't do anything."

He wants to show off so badly. Humour will help him to get more comfortable and stop thinking about inappropriate details.

"You can tell me if you want to touch you know," he jokes with a cocky tone, "enjoy it for as long as I still have a body."

"Then spread your legs Warmaster instead of bragging." You chuckle as you come back at the spot right in front of him. "I need room to treat your silliness."

Shit. You're not making things easier do you ? Gurney decides to look up at the ceiling, his knuckles turning white as he grabs the corners of the table firmly to distract himself from your insanely close presence. He'd love to have a beautiful girl like you bent over that same table, or even better in his bed. How many times he came back to his quarters like a stray dog beaten up by strangers and only wanting some kind touch in a safe place ?

He swallows hard as he spreads his legs for you to get closer, and attempts to think of something else than his inexistent sex life. He's a grown ass man, he can deal with a cute nurse with no problem. Yes but with an interesting cute nurse that's different.

"Do you want me to give you some painkiller? You look like much more in pain than when coming in." You ask with worry clear in your voice when you rest your hand on his forehead. "Do you have any other injury ?"

"Not that I know of," he replies.

"Mh. Adrenaline must have been erased by your body now, you should feel any wound that could have escaped your attention."

"I'm fine. Old man joints."

You snort at this and he regrets the precise moment when you remove your hand from his forehead.

"Gurney, you are not that old," you scold him.

Your head is lowered to the area around his belly now covered with bruises. It's certainly his imagination but the way your fingers hold that tissue covered in transparent balm over his skin feels sensual to him. The cold substance sends chills down his back. Slow circles, very little pressure... and that low wet sound feel all too good despite the slight pain.

"I am that old. But thank you for denying the truth." He whispers.

"Nah. Look at you. Still a healthy Warmaster able to resist a mine with no major problem."

The softness of your gaze is hypnotizing as well as this grin. He had always heard that younger women were a danger to weak minds and he has to admit that more than that you are the only one weakening him that way.

"I had a special protective outfit on and the mine was disfunctional."

"Still. That's quite impressive."

"You wouldn't have said that if I had lost a leg. You would be screaming at me."

"I'd be crying you mean." You say with an offended tone as you lower the tissue to right above his waistline. "No way I let you get rid off your old man joints like that as you call them. I'd do it expertly without any pain."

He shouldn't laugh like that and soon enough he regrets it as his belly hurts all too much for his comfort. You stop applying the balm and grab his bare shoulders themselves covered with bruises here and there. He likes you what the hell can he do against that fact ?

"So I have old man joints." He taunts you as you cross your arms.

"Oh shut your mouth and stop being silly," you smile brightly, "you are lucky it's a small day or I'd have kicked you out of this infirmary a long time ago. You are a strong old man fully capable to overcome big bad bruises."

He wants to kiss you hard, to taste your lips and the saltiness of your skin on your throat. How blessed must have been the men that were part of your past. Having you saying their name with a panting voice must be a delight.

How long has it been since the last time he saw a naked woman ? Especially one like you ? As young as you ? He forgot how satisfying and beautiful it looks, with a face still relatively innocent yet capable of those feline stares.

"Are you hurt anywhere else ?" You ask sheepishly before turning around to walk hastily to your first aid kit.

Uncertain, he pounders whether or not he should tell you. He doesn't know what that balm could do to his sensitive parts. After all they don't hurt anymore. But after all you are a nurse, and humor sounds like something perfect to deflect any uncomfort between you.

"Hm... well I felt some pain down there as I fell onto a rock." He admits with a grimace as he remembers the atrocious pain it sent throughout his body. "But I'm doing better. Don't worry about it."

"Are you alright ?" You ask with an embarrassed grin. "I can check if you feel like it could have gotten wounded. Did your outfit get opened under the shock ?"

"Maybe. I don't know, I wasn't really thinking about my outfit at the moment. And I know... well last time you talked about a guy you appreciated so I don't want to make things awkward if you come to talk about the Warmaster's crush nuts to him."

He is ashamed at how impatient he is to get your answer, and at how proud he is as you chuckle and release the tension of your shoulders.

"Don't worry I take care of my patients' privacy. And that guy is part of the past anyway. Like all the others."

The faint crack of your voice make him both guilty and happy. Of course everything had to end up with those idiots. They don't deserve you. Honestly he does think he does, but you must have other goals in your life.

"I'm sorry for you. You sounded like you appreciated him at least a bit."

"I did. But you know how the soldiers are when they see a nurse taking the role of their mother when they were little kids." You laugh as you shake your head. "They get attached, make you hope a lot with the bright light in their eyes and... well they are adults so they have different priorities than children and suddenly it's not the maternal side that interests them and... and they leave."

How can anyone treat you like shit like that ? That brief sadness and uncertainty over your face shouldn't exist. It makes him angry, it's as simple as that.

"You are a wonderful woman they would run up to the day we get at war." He grumbles with a stern look. "They are cowards that think of themselves as more important than they are. The day you meet someone deserving your attention you'll know it."

"Thank you." You smile softly as you rub your thumbs against each other. "But don't worry about me."

"You are charming. I'm pretty sure you already have all the men at your feet trying to seduce you."

"If they could be as interesting as you are it would be much better."

"I beg your pardon ?"

It's unbelievable how little it takes to make him feel as light as a feather despite his exhaustion. A boyish grin forms on his lips as he witnesses you all flustered but trying to stand your ground.

"For an old man you are interesting. Don't get too confident." You half scold him with a huge smile.

"It's good to know. Finally you acknowledge that you can tolerate me."

"Of course I tolerate you, it's even nice of you to visit us so often."

"How could I not to when there is the most beautiful nurse of this planet right there ?"

"Stop it I swear." You laugh out loud.

"You are pretty attractive I would be a liar of I pretended the opposite. If I were a young soldier I would fall in love, not use and throw away as they do."

"Well... I don't consider you as old. So I guess you are young enough to fall ?"

"I'm still young enough for this." He confirms.

You are a bad actress pretending to look for something but It's so good to feel that ego boost after a depressing morning.

"So," you start again with a low voice when you turn around, "does it hurt ?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need some medication ?"

He nods and the nibbling on your bottom lip activates something on him. Not enough to harden at the mere thought of you seeing his manhood, but enough to convince h that he won't be able to repress his body instincts for long.

"Stand up and take your pants off please." You instruct as you get another tissue ready.

His heart is pounding and his boots reach the ground, his calloused hands undoing his black belt to keep it open around his waist. He feels that electric shock so maybe it wouldn't be a useless exam.

"I'll have a look and tell you whether or not you need a fecundity test, it could have affected your..."

His eyes don't leave the back of your head and he grins at the slight jolt you have when his pants reach his ankles, the metallic sound of his belt reaching the ground making his state obvious. His black boxer is the only thing separating his private parts from you and it's thrilling.

"Well. Let me see. Describe the pain."

You turn around and walk up to him, hesitant eyes glaring at his confident ones.

"Electric shocks in my testicles under some motions." He states calmly. "I got it at my penis as well but I don't have any pain."

"Do you still feel them ?"

"I do."

"Alright. Lower your underwear."

Gurney loves the way your eyes widen so subtly as they lower on his manhood. It sends a pleasing warmth in his belly, his hips ending up. You like what you see.

It gets even better when you kneel down, a pair of rubber gloves on his thighs to make him spread them. Your head is only made of hair from his point of view, and really dirty things start to find a way to his mind.

"You have a pretty bad bruise on your right testicle, up to your waistline." You say breathless.

"No wound ?" He purrs ?

"No wound."

His eyes close by themselves as he knows he is fucked the second your hands start to press his balls slowly. Really precise circles at some spots. His pubic hairs react at the goosebumps your touch create, and he gets ecstatic at how well you manage to keep your voice still despite his erection starting to show and his balls still holding the seed he has dreamt of making you swallow for months.

"The left one looks correct." You say absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry for... you know." You says with a smile as he stares at the wall before him.

"It's natural." You chuckle. "It's... all natural... may I touch it ?"

"Yes."

He silences the moan forming in his throat as his feels the rubber pressing his hardening shaft. It has nothing to do with masturbation, he does understand you are testing his sensitivity but by the Gods it feels both frustrating and relieving.

"Is it alright ?"

"More than alright." He whispers.

Fuck it if that makes him look like a pervert. He is tired of pretending you don't arouse him. He hasn't had sex in an eternity, the girl of his dreams is there after a mine explosion that could have cost him so much more than a pubic exam. He is not complaining.

"A bruise there." You say quietly as your finger brushes up the right side of his shaft. "All the way up to the tip, it follows the vein."

Gurney swallows hard as you keep caressing the same area a dozen of times, much more than necessary until his erection rests on his belly. You get up, your hand still brushing this side and your eyes demanding his attention with a clear desire lightening them up. He want to fuck that pretty mouth, to claim you as his from behind, to taste your wetness.

"Is it misplaced to desire you as much as I do right now ?" He asks as you let him cup your face.

"Do you actually think you are the only one having such thoughts ?"

Your thumb now circles around his tip, your hand wrapped around his warm and throbbing flesh. It does hurt a little due to his bruises but he isn't complaining.

"I'm flattered you think of me this way." He admits as his hands go down to the thin skin of your neck.

"Do you think of me as... some fresh flesh, or as... more ?"

It's enough to make him grab your wrist at the sudden heavenly sensation threatening him to come already. He can't let himself do that despite how tempting it is under your now playful smile.

"More. Definitely as more." He whispers as your thumb keeps on taunting him.

"Are there... feelings ?" You ask with begging eyes.

"There are feelings. Yes there are feelings. Strong ones. They've been there for a while."

Gurney doesn't let your kiss go as soft as you intended it to be. He devours you and you follow his guidance faithfully until feeling his tongue against yours, his chest covered in balm staining your white dress as his strong arms press you against him. You are burning too, fully reactive to the tension eating him up from the inside.

"I need to..." you whisper breathlessly.

Your sentence gets cut off as he lifts your dress up to your waist then forces you to sit on the table, them takes the fabrics off. His lips are busy kissing and nibbling your neck, his hands conquering any spot of bare skin available.

"Gurney fuck I need some protection I can't... I can't do it like that..." You whisper desperately as your bra gets tossed to the ground.

"You're magnificent." He groans before sucking on your right breast avidly.

He loves how eager you are to give yourself to him, he wants to feel you come undone under his hip thrusts. He wants to claim you as loudly as possible so any other nurse or doctor in the other rooms can hear you. Oh yes how hot it is to make them know when he will make you shake with pleasure.

"Gurney please I..." You moan as he attacks your other nipple.

How greedy your hands are as the explore his toned body. He is clearly not old enough to disgust you despite what he was afraid of. You are starving for good time like he has been, welcoming his body and feelings completely.

"That's why I love you, always so perfect." He purrs before starting to leave a mark on your throat.

Your bare legs wrap his waist firmly as he feels your arm looking for something, opening a plastic or something similar as his thoughts go completely blank at the mere anticipation of filling you up. Then he sees a white color flashing on the side and leaves some room between your crotches.

The time you insert your own protection inside you he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses on your chest, his hands massaging your breasts.

"Go inside." You whisper.

You are exactly as tight as pictured in his dream from a few nights ago, your warmth swallowing his thick shaft relatively easily. Your protection is not as wet as your core yet, but it's only a matter of seconds the time the lubricant spreads at his thrusts. He stares at your clouded eyes with authority, a hands grabbing your nape as he gets deeper and deeper, your shaky exhale turning into a sensual moan.

"My beautiful." He mumbles before pressing his balls against you.

"Gurney." You squeal with your hand in his hair. "Please my love please."

The first stroke is both slow and brutal, his forehead against yours.

"Repeat."

"Please my love," you whisper.

He thrusts out then in.

"Again."

"Please my love," you moan.

It's good to have you now moaning in his mouth, his hand on your bare breast, his cock pounding inside you. He is no fool, he knows anyone right outside the room can hear you, even listen to you if they wanted to. But that's perfect. Make them know you are calling him, the Warmaster, "my love." Make them hear it again and again.

He clenches his teeth with his forehead on your shoulder as he watch a breast bouncing at the corner of his eye, his climax so close. Any woman would have driven him crazy after such a long abstinence but you are making it so much better.

The second he forces you to look at him he knows it's over for you. Your eyes rolling, your body exposing him your breasts even more, the sensual loud moan leaving your lips, your sex clenching around him... you are cumming hard and don't care about how hot you look to him and how hard he ejaculates in you, weeks of seed filling you up and dripping on the table as he pulls out.

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Thank you for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

[howdydarling]

masterlist: dune;

AU LIST.

au; giedi prime --

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

writing. aesthetics. playlist.

au; royal concubine --

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

writing. aesthetics. playlist.

au; giedi bonds --

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

writing. aesthetics. playlist.

nonspecific; misc drabbles --

tba.

RELATIONSHIP LIST.

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

ROMANTIC;

gurney halleck/eli kemper

duncan idaho/eli kemper

leto atreides/eli kemper

[OC] cando/eli kemper

ANTAGONISTIC;

shaddam corrino iv/eli kemper

hasimir fenring/eli kemper

piter devries&eli kemper

vladimir harkonnen&eli kemper

glossu rabban&eli kemper

feyd-rautha harkonnen/eli kemper

PLATONIC;

thufir hawat&eli kemper

paul atreides&eli kemper

chani&eli kemper

stilgar/eli kemper

[OC] torynn&eli kemper

[OC] emma&eli kemper

[OC] sophie&eli kemper

[nyrasproblm]

📌 writing information, rules, who I write for. 📌

writing information:

● I don't write headcanons, it's not my writing style.

● Most, if not all, of my stories are angst.

rules:

● I don't write extremely dark themes, like dub-con.

● I don't write anything with characters under 18.

● I only write age gap if it is with characters of legal age.

● The only stories containing incest I'll write are from House of the Dragon, but only if it's uncle/niece or things like that.

who i write for:

● house of the dragon: Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon and Jacaerys.

● tlou: Joel, Ellie and Abby.

● dune: Paul Atreides, Leto Atreides, Jessica Atreides, Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck, Irulan Corrino, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Stilgar.

basically any character I watch and like 🙏

[spacepunksupreme]

Wait … I wanna hear these Gurney Rabban angsty slave days dynamic headcanons 👀 please

Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh I have so many thoughts, I’m not even gonna rein myself in on this one, I hope you’re actually ready lol. 

Disclaimer: I’ve never read any of the Brain Herbert prequels and I never will, this is all Hannah BRAIN Gurney youth not Brian Gurney youth. Also gonna clarify again that I was Not talking about shipping dynamics lolol

Okay head canon time under the cut let’s goooooo

Alright, where to start ... my little pet dude who wants to kill me. Right. 

So, we’re never told in Dune at what age Gurney and his sister were enslaved by the Harkonnens, nor for how long, or by what means. I imagine Gurney was in his early-mid teens when they were first taken and remained in enslavement until his early twenties or so before being freed by the Duke. I don’t really have thoughts as to how they ended up slaves (being sold to the Harkonnens by another party vs being captured directly by the Harkonnens in some kind of siege on their home world, etc.), regardless though, I don’t think Gurney was any kind of fighter prior to his capture. He was a big enough kid to have him selected to be put in the fighting pits, but it was there that he became a formidable fighter out of necessity. 

We’re also never told how long his sister was enslaved before being killed or the details of what happened to her aside from her being “in a pleasure house for Harkonnen troops”. My thoughts are that she and Gurney were probably immediately separated upon arrival at the Harkonnen keep, and he went a long time not knowing where she was or what became of her at all. Even after learning she’d been killed, I still don’t think Gurney ever found out exactly what happened to her, or (and this is where Rabban comes in, I promise I’m getting to Rabban lol) who killed her. Gurney says a little later in the book that he “owes [Rabban] for the lives of my family”, but I wonder if Rabban really was directly responsible or if, at a young age, Gurney just sort of decided on Rabban as an object of his revenge. If it was troopers under Rabban’s command who did it, then the buck stops with Rabban, like aim high with your revenge goals, you know. I think of this as something Gurney would do to keep himself going. He has absolutely no hope for rescue prior to the day it happens, the only thing he has during his enslavement is his revenge, and killing some random trooper who killed his sister is just too easy. Some dude he might even conceivably fight in the pits if they fall out of favor with the Baron for any reason. Like, He might have killed that dude yesterday. It would be over too quick, and what would he have left to live for after that? But Rabban? like Beast Rabban? Extremely high revenge goal for some lowly little slave kid. Like second highest goal next to the Baron himself. Completely inconceivable. But that’s exactly why he’s the perfect choice, because Gurney can tell himself he has to keep living until he gets to a point where it’s not so unlikely anymore.   

Now where the relationship dynamic actually comes in. In my mind Rabban hears about this little slave kid who wants to kill him so bad. And this isn’t that impressive all on it’s own, every other slave and their mother has beef with him, he can’t get anywhere near the slave-gladiators’ quarters without having dudes left and right yelling about how they’re going to personally kill him one day. But like, we know Gurney, Gurney is just like extra feisty about it. And he’s good in the fighting pit. I think he very quickly attracts attention for being just like an untouchably good fighter, which eventually leads to like special attention from Rabban. (finally Cue: my little pet dude who wants to kill me era) 

Rabban is so incredibly amused by Gurney that I think he inadvertently has a hand in Gurney’s survival. Like eventually every trooper who works around Rabban knows about this one slave that they’ll get literally slaughtered over if they fatally roughed him up by accident. He’s not being pampered, his fights aren’t being completely rigged, it’s obviously still an awful existence for Gurney, but it’s all just careful enough to keep Rabban’s personal entertainment going for as long as possible. He’ll get bored of him soon and probably kill him himself like he has with any other slaves he’s come to see as personal favorites in the past. But the Duke’s raid spoils that and the day never comes.   

Jump forward to like more present Dune times. Something that I always thought was interesting in Dune is how all of the Harkonnens just like name-drop Duncan, Gurney, and Thufir? Like of the hundreds of Atreides troopers and staff and council whatever, Gurney is among those who are enough of a big deal to be known to other houses. Like imagine Rabban coming to this realization that some random slave-gladitor under his ownership came to make such a name for himself. Like Gurney Halleck? My Gurney? My little pet dude?? Who I was gonna kill eventually for fun, but just happened to get caught up in some Atriedes bitch slave raid. Insane. Like having had Gurney’s life in his hands before, for years, and not taken it, he helped Gurney get that far and has a sense of pride over it that Gurney would hate. Especially because It’s not something Rabban did on purpose at all, he had no idea not killing someone could be so good, it’s not his type of cruelty, he’s just not naturally patient enough for that kind of prolonged evil pleasure. Gurney is like the one exception, and the satisfaction at the occasional thought of finally killing Gurney himself, like he figured he would way back when, after Gurney’s risen so high. Oof. 

It’s a mutual fucked up thing in the end. Like living in each other’s brains for completely different reasons that the other could never understand. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Kinktober 2022

I’m participating in Kinktober 2022 this year using this list by the phenomenal @absurdthirst​ . If you'd like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

Day One - Diego Jimenez x Reader.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, gun play; grinding; one light slap

Day Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Warnings: Voyeurism; toy use (dildo); overstimulation; oral sex; cursing

Day Three - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Cursing, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom!Steve, Switch!Bucky, Sub!Reader

Day Four - Layla El-Faouly x Reader

Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding

Day Five -Josh Lyman x Reader

Warnings: Kitchen counter sex, spit as lube, piv, unprotected sex

Day Six - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Warnings: Sex work; lingerie; reverse cowgirl; piv; unprotected sex; accidental fluff and angst; this one also wound up being way longer than I expected it to be

Day Seven - AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Eight - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Warnings: Begging; phone sex; the fellating of a lollipop; masturbation; subby Jonathan

Day Nine - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; rimming; oral sex; anal sex; unprotected sex

Day Ten - Duncan Idaho x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; slight sensory deprivation; unprotected sex; size difference; choking

Dany Eleven - AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob

Day Twelve - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; riding; desk sex

Day Thirteen - Benny Miller x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation; phone sex; scent kink

Day Fourteen - Orlando Oxford x Reader

Warnings: Glory hole; piv; unprotected sex

Day Fifteen - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Cuckolding; facesitting; oral sex; dirty talk; piv; unprotected sex; cumplay; implied bi characters

Day Sixteen - Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa

Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing

Day Seventeen - Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Pussy slapping; oral sex; dirty talk; spanking

Day Eighteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex

Day Nineteen - Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Role playing/prep for a honeypot mission; oral sex; fingering; spit as lube; unprotected sex

Day Twenty - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Regency Mores; Handjobs; gags; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty One - Gurney Halleck x Reader

This can kinda be read as a companion piece to The Warmaster's Wife

Warnings: Masturbation; oral sex; fingering; breeding

Day Twenty Two - James Bond x Reader

Warnings: Sex pollen; unprotected sex; piv; implied multiple orgasms; rough sex

Day Twenty Three - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Lap dance; oral sex; fingering; rough sex; piv; one degrading term

Day Twenty Four - Javi G x Reader

Warnings: Edgeplay; praise kink; masturbation; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Five - Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader

Warnings: Collaring; mirror sex; choking; fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Six - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex

Day Twenty Seven - Abel Morales x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

Day Twenty Eight - Christine Chapel x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; fingering; body swap; blindfolds; edging

Day Twenty Nine - Stewy Hosseini x Reader x Kendall Roy

Warnings: Masturbation; voyeurism; oral sex; mentions of cocaine, but not use or abuse; implied Eiffel Tower

Day Thirty - Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Public sex; oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

Day Thirty One - Ray Merrimen x Reader

Warnings: Prey play, dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, derogatory language, pussy slapping, restraints, gagging, rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, aftercare, praise kink

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You're my port in a storm, chapter 12

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: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier

@nightonblogmountain @futurewife @peterfrauchen

Hello, yes, I'm alive. Surprise surprise, life has managed to get even more hectic. On the plus side, chapter 13 is like 75% done since I ended up moving the last couple of pages of this chapter to chapter 13 or else this would've become unbearably long.

Excerpt

The knife slips in your grip again, narrowly missing your fingertips as you try to focus on the task at hand: cutting flower stems so that Moyra may use them for another cooking experiment. The task is much too menial to be able to distract you from the thoughts regarding this…new information you’ve received. You’ve never been a good decision maker. Or at least that’s what others have told you. ’You fret too much, you take too long to consider the choices’, that sort of comment has followed you for as long as you can remember. You’re inclined to protest though. Not everything should be rushed, least of all things regarding the heart. ‘He’s been waiting for you to take the first step’, Duncan’s voice echoes in your head. God above, what are you going to do?

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Hello

I love your fics!

Can you make a Gurney Halleck x young, naive insecure reader in an arrange marriage? Gurney loves her but is cautious coz of his age and battle scars

Thank you in advance 😊

Here it is ! Thank you for your request ! 😊

Long Term Engagement

Gurney Halleck x F!Reader

Content: arranged marriage, age gap, nudity, mention of sexual content, fluff, angst

No matter how many jokes Gurney has heard about marriage, nothing prepared him properly to what was waiting for him.

He would have never pictured himself sharing the life of a woman as young as you. The age gap made him uncomfortable at first and that same feeling still hasn't vanished completely a year later, even as he turns his head to the mop of hair resting on his bare chest.

Gurney likes your hair, your soft skin, your voice. At first your youth and everything linked to it - naivety, insecurities, innocence - were hated by him. He felt repulsed by the idea of wasting your young age like this. The rare times you would talk to each other, this fresh change turned out to be obvious. But this fresh change was not completely unwelcomed. As composed as Gurney may be as a responsible Warmaster for the House Atreides, he is relieved to finally have someone to rely on a bit more and not only on his friends and on music. You are a great listener behind your shyness, and now that you open up a bit more as time passes by he clearly enjoys your presence by his side.

"Sleep well little one." He sighs.

Cautiously, Gurney makes you roll away from him to the other side of the bed until you lay down on your back, his calloused hands used by years of military training bringing the soft blanket back onto your naked figure. Himself leaves the bed, wrapping his waist with the towel that got tossed away when he joined his playful wife in bed. Once in the right mood to get more outgoing in his presence you were something he couldn't get enough of.

Soon after he puts some clean pants on, and just like that, he goes back to work at his desk. His participation isn't needed on any major project for now but he feels better in his field. After all he can turn his insomnia into something more productive than watching you sleeping. He's too old for that kind of stuff. It's bizarre to him.

But at the same time he loved the few times he witnessed your features relaxing in the middle of a nightmare thanks to his awkward and gentle voice. Because yes, he feels useful during these times. He sees the pressure you have to experience every day now that you married him. So much to learn in so little time, curious or disgusted eyes on you... and he won't forget how intimidated you looked the first time you met him. Was it the fault of the scars covering his body, his serious face and gaze, his age ?

"What are you doing here ?"

Your soft and sleepy voice behind him is enough to make him smile. It's stupid but he likes to see you coming to him by yourself, it's a good sign about your comfort around him.

"I'm working." He answers as he examines an hologram of some old ship model. "I forgot a few things to do."

"Can't it wait for tomorrow morning ? It's getting late."

"Maybe." He admits with a yawn. "But it would be better to finish it sooner."

The simple touch of your hands on his bare shoulders brings so much to him. He has someone caring for him and he takes care of you. And what about these smiling lips whispering so close to his ear ?

"Join me sir." You ask with a taunting voice. "Our bed is still warm."

"Hm. Is it a good reason to abandon my work so soon ?" He asks.

The little game between you certainly helped a lot to overcome the obstacles between you. At the very beginning it was purely sexual, triggering his need of control over you as you used his titles in a very convincing way. Then it started to erupt here and there as a joke, or as some term of endearment.

"Yes it is I could feel your exhaustion after we were finished." You pout before kissing the top of his head, your hands now rubbing up then down his chest. "I want our Warmaster to be able to keep his eyes open today."

"Fine."

He represses a grin at your contented giggle, and soon after he is back in your previous position, him laying on his back as you hug him laying above.

"Were you... trying to get away from me ?" You whisper in the darkness of your shared room.

"No. No I needed to get some work done." He says in the same tone. "You know I like to have you next to me."

As if to emphasize his sentence he starts to rub your naked back with his large hands.

"I like to have you next to me too." You reply as you tighten your grip around him. "I was having nightmares."

"What happened ?"

"I forgot. But you were in the last one and I was upset because something bad happened for you."

The man starts to scratch the back of your head and you sigh in content already, your lips letting a few kisses on his strong chest and neck.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me." He mutters with his eyes closed.

Between your soft voice, your calm presence and your warmth, getting lulled to this stage preceding sleep is easy.

"I am glad I married you Gurney."

His bubble pops around him as he turns his head to look at you, your cute smile looking so kissable right now as you caress the scar on his cheek. There is still some hesitancy in your gesture but the sole fact that you dare to touch it is a huge progress in your intimacy. At this point he doesn't even count sex as a proof anymore. After all you did it the night of your marriage in a particular mood between you, the one where he got to enjoy taking something from you and not sharing like today. Because yes despite his high moral standards that night got him tasting the joy of his primitive needs as the dominant in this couple in many fields, from the husband experienced in bed to the man leading soldiers. No wonder why so many powerful men fantasize about it but at least he made sure you enjoyed it. He was maybe about to waste your youth so better not waste your first time.

"Thank you. But may I know what makes you think that ?"

"I know you take your time with me. I appreciate that. And... well I learned a lot."

"You have the right spirit to serve this House, you are full of qualities. I do think we are a great combination. And I remain an elder to you, I have to guide you until you find your place here fully."

You chuckle shyly, your hand rubbing his chest softly in an enjoyable gesture.

"I was talking about... you know, us in bed. But thank you. I guess."

"Oh."

He may talk too seriously sometimes but it doesn't seem to upset you. At the way you are looking at him, he is pretty certain you find it cute or even hot. That's why you hear him talking like this so often. It's so simple to bring a smile on your pretty face, the same pretty face now kissing him gently.

"My handsome husband."

His hands are quick to set on your hips, stopping them from rubbing him.

"I'm too tired for this right now honey." He admits as you straddle him with a pouting face. "Maybe tomorrow. I don't have your stamina. I'm an old man."

This familiar embarrassed face is back and he sits on the mattress to cup your face between his palms, his stern eyes getting your attention.

"Yes I do find you beautiful and desirable. I do. But I'm tired. We will get to this later."

"Yes Gurney."

The side effect to your mutual affection and age gap is that he can't quite follow up with your sex drive as much as he wished he could, and you tended to interpret this as a lack of desire for you. It was extremely upsetting for you to consider yourself as the young but uninteresting wife unable to entice her older husband.

"Eh. No sad face allowed here my Lady." He jokes softly.

"Yes. You're right."

"I love you."

It just escaped his lips for the first time and to flee the conversation he lies back onto the mattress but of course, you don't let it go.

"I love you too my grumpy man."

He groans to show his disapproval at this new nickname you just found, but in the inside he might not have felt so light in an eternity.

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You're my port in a storm, chapter 10

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: @ohsnapitzmarvel @captainpoopweinersoldier @nightonblogmountain @futurewife @peterfrauchen

Excerpt

Elias leads the way up the hill, the old speeder putting along as it strains to make the ascent. You’ve been assigned the long morning walk today, wrangling 20 dogs into their harnesses and leashes before attaching them to the speeders and taking off along the scenic route around the lake dominating the space port. The sun is shining but it’s that sort of annoying warmth where you sweated on the way to the kennels, started freezing as soon as you got on the speeder, and no doubt will begin sweating again as soon as you begin to move.  Ahead of you, one of the dogs stumbles before falling back into an odd run. Then another and another until it becomes clear that something is amiss.

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