[Fic] laid our names to rest (Dune - Movies - Villeneuve)
- Fandom: Dune (Movies - Villeneuve)
- Pairing: Paul Atreides/Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen
- Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cousin Incest, Crack Treated Seriously, Pre-Relationship, Blood
- Word-Count: 674
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-11-16
- Disclaimer: I do not own Dune (Movies - Villeneuve) and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
Two hours after Feyd-Rautha steps onto Arrakis for the first time in over a decade, a band of fremen drop a trussed up Paul Atreides at his feet.
Notes:
i think i've picked up that paul and feyd are cousins via fandom osmosis, so correct me if that's wrong? idek lol
title from the song Mars by Sleeping At Last
Work Text:
Two hours after Feyd-Rautha steps onto Arrakis for the first time in over a decade, a band of fremen drop a trussed up Paul Atreides at his feet. Feyd, just finished taking a bath and delighting in the horrified looks of the fremen servants who filled up the tub, stands from his seat and grins. "And what have we here?" he drawls, one hand already on his knife, fingertip trailing the sharp edge, a spark of pain tingling up his hand. Paul looks at the fremen with obvious betrayal—something, Feyd thinks, hasn't gone the way he intended it.
"We kept him safe and sound for you," one of the fremen says, and Feyd's expression freezes a bit. Paul's eyes widen, and then his lips part; he looks at Feyd and his expression shutters. The fremen man says, "We followed him as we would you."
"Follow me," Feyd says, and the fremen push Paul forwards.
Paul, Paul Atreides, straightens his back and stares into Feyd's eyes, and he is—Feyd licks his lips. His hand squeezes tight around the knife and blood seeps from his fingers. He wants to make that look in Paul's eyes go away, and he wants Paul to keep looking at him, and he wants to see what he looks like covered in blood. In Feyd's blood. And he wants Paul's blood on his hands, too.
Exhaling, Feyd stalks closer, grins as Paul stands firm and faces him squarely. "Knife?" asks Feyd, wetting his lips again, and Paul studies him. Feyd almost feels flayed alive under those deep, bright eyes, and he only pushes his chest out, stands taller under the weight of that heavy gaze, and raises his eyebrows. "Come on," he says, though, when Paul does nothing but look at him, silent and reticent and not grabbing a knife, the fremen watching anxiously. A little late for that, Feyd thinks, now that you've delivered a prey into the lion's den.
That thought only makes him smile wider.
"You–" Paul finally says, and takes a step forth. Feyd holds his ground, a little excited at the thought that maybe Paul is about to attack him, but he doesn't do anything. Just gets closer, looks Feyd up and down, brows twisting. "I see," he finally says, and looks into Feyd's eyes. Feyd frowns, a hot shot of desire burning through him that doesn't spell destruction so much as lust, and he widens his stance, swings his knife and rests the tip under Paul's chin, the very edge of it digging into the underside of his jaw. Contact, Feyd thinks, and his eyes widen.
Tilting his head, Paul smiles. "Hello, cousin," he says, and Feyd flinches, eyes widening.
Paul only keeps looking at him.
Nostrils flaring, Feyd pushes his knife forwards, until blood seeps around the edge and trails down along it, getting into his grip, and Feyd narrows his eyes. "What are you scheming?" he asks, because this can't be anything other than some kind of attack, a plan to undermine him, to ambush him, to get him off his feet. The fremen and Paul must be working together; they must have dragged him in here so Paul can kill him.
"I don't know yet," Paul says, and his fingers curl around the sharp edge of the knife, pushes it back and down, and Feyd lets him. They're long fingers, he thinks. Elegant.
He wants to bite them.
...Wonders if they'd hurt, if they held onto him.
"But I'll figure it out," says Paul, then, and Feyd's expression twists. He doesn't know into what, but Paul's settles in response. Eases. He cranes his head back, mouths something soundless at the fremen, but Feyd isn't paying it any attention. Stares, instead, at the blood that still drips down Paul's skin. Licking his lips, Feyd wonders what it'd taste like.
When Paul turns his face back toward Feyd, Feyd is already pressing a knife into his hand. Come, he thinks, grinning and stepping closer, until they're almost touching.
Come, and let's bleed.
Notes:
no look, this idea is hilarious to me: feyd-rautha spends a couple days trailing rabban around on arrakis as a kid and somehow utterly convinces every fremen around that he's lisan al-gaib and then he just he leaves, and the fremen go on a lowkey rampage to get him back (half the plan is just to steal a ship and go after him, but that hasn't panned out) and so when atreides take over they're like, extra extra upset because what if this means feyd-rautha is never coming back?
then paul comes and they're like, the signs are there, but you can't be lisan al-gaib, so who are you supposed to be? and somebody's like, he has dreams of the future! and somebody else is like, aha, he is lisan al-gaib's prophet! the seer! i've solved it! i've connected the dots!!!
so the fremen are like, fine, we'll follow you. but just until we get lisan al-gaib back!
(paul: i love you, chani.
chani: you belong to lisan al-gaib.
paul: ...techincally... that is... true, i suppose. if you see if that way.
chani: i do! i can't possibly hook up with you without lisan al-gaib's permission!
paul: ...okay. ahem, i hope we get it???)
and then finally feyd returns and the fremen are like, here's your prophet lisan al-gaib! we kept him safe and sound for you and he led you back to us!
and paul is like, ...this explains so much.
(why doesn't paul See™ that things have changed? if there's no canonical explanation that can be hoodwinked to apply (i'm not deep into the Lore™, lol) then it's because this is funnier)
(for not being the vampire au i've been wanting to write, this got weirdly bloody)