#kwisatzhadcrach

[redskull199987]

Not Jamis

Paul Atreides x male!reader Request

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings:none

Requested by anon

Summary: You never thought that your greatest enemy could become your closest Confidant...

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I carefully watched the two people walk around the small Valley. They were no fremen, but no Harkonnen either.

"They must be Atreides", Jamis whispered and I eyed him curious.

"It can't be", I stated, "The Harkonnen killed them all. Remember?"

"Now shut up you two", Chani orderd and glared at us,"Its time"

I turned my gaze back to the valley, watching how our people started to attack the two strangers.

On of them, a young boy, made his way up towards us.

While Jamis and Chani went to help Stilgar with the women, I stayed at our hideout and slowly backed away, when the boy reached it.

He didn't even notice me since I was hidden in the shadows. He immediately turned around and pulled out his gun, looking out for any Fremen.

I slowly pulled out my Crysknife and waited patiently for Stilgar to negotiate with the women.

As soon as it was clear, the two were no harm, I wanted to drop my weapon and guide the boy back down, but then I heard Jamis' voice.

He was challenging them. He wanted a fight.

'Damn it, Jamis!', I thought. He will only get himself killed.

A few minutes later, the two strangers who turned out to be Atreides, agreed to the challenge.

'That's how it shall be', I thought and got up.

I carefully tapped the boys back with the tip of my knife.

He spun around and wanted to point his weapon at me, but as soon as he noticed I wasn't goin to harm him, he put it away rather fast.

"Come on", I held my hand out for him. He eyed it for a second before taking it.

"Yuki, hurry up!", I heard Stilgar shout.

I groaned and looked back at the boy:"Come on..."

"Paul", He said, "My name is Paul Atreides"

"Come with me, Paul Atreides", I guided him back into a valley over a narrow path, which only the trained eye recognized immediately.

"May Shai Hulud have mercy on you", I whispered when I saw the look of hatred on Jamis face, once we joined the others.

"I despise him", Jamis whispered while I stood with him.

He and Paul had gotten some time to prepare for the battle, which was supposed to be held at sunset.

"Why? He is no Harkonnen", I whispered back just as lowly.

"It doesn't matter. He came to suppress us, just as the Harkonnen did", Jamis rented while pointing his Crysknife at Paul, "All, these people ever want is the spice. They don't care about us or our religion"

"Hm", I had no words for what Jamis just said. He was right. People of power only ever came to Arrakis for the spice.

I carefully inspected Paul and his mother. The two of them were talking a few meters away.

"It's almost time", I said and looked at the sun, which slowly startes to set, "Good luck, my friend"

"I won't need that", He smiled and made his way over to Paul and Stilgar.

Turned out, he could've used a little bit of luck...

I carefully adjusted the mask of my Stillsuit. The sun was burning today, but many fremen were unaware of that, living in the safety of our Sietch.

"You shouldn't be out here all on your own"

It was the voice of Stilgar. I didn't answer him, but turned around instead and gave him a questioning look.

"I've been out here alone many times. It's my job", I mumbled and turned back around.

Miles and Miles of sand lay in front of us. Now and then, you could see the glistening of the spice on the surface if the sand.

"You miss Jamis", Stilgar stated.

I sighed:"I know, I shouldn't. It was a good and fair fight. Jamis was a good man and he died a good death"

"He did indeed", Stilgar agreed and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"But-", I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"But?", Stilgar asked.

"That boy, Muad'dib, he owns Jamis' home now, his water, his wife and even his children"

"You know, it's our tradition. Muad'dib did nothing wrong", Stilagar said.

"I know", I mumbled, "That's exactly my problem. It's our tradition and of course I respect it, but...I just can't bring myself to trust him"

"It will get better", Stilgar petted my Shoulder.

"Come on in now", He said, "We have to prepare the ritual."

"So, it's really going to happen?", I asked and got up.

Stilgar nodded:"Yes. Jessica is gonna be our future Reverend Mother"

I stood beside Stilgar, while the ceremony was held. The whole Sietch was gathered to watch this unique event.

I carefully watched Jessica talk to our current Reverend Mother and she how consumed the water, which was poison for everyone else, but not for a Reverend Mother.

I watched how Paul Muad'dib assisted his mother and how she finally seemed to come to a realization.

And so, a new Reverend Mother was born.

"Yuki, take Paul to his chambers. I will take care of our Reverend Mother. They need to rest now", Stilgar orderd and I nodded.

I walked over to Muad'dib and carefully pulled him away by his arm. He didn't want to leave his mother's side but I was able to pull him away eventually.

"Come on", I said and the two of us walked through the silence of the empty Sietch.

"Thank you", Paul finally said.

"There's nothing to thank for, Muad'dib", I smiled. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

I felt how Paul took my hand. I looked up curiously.

"There is a lot to thank for. You took us in after all that happened. After all we did to Arrakis and the Fremen."

I sighed but finally, I slowly squeezed his hand.

"You may be the Duke of the Atreides, but you're also a Fremen now and if the rumors are true, you are the Lisan al-Gaib. You will save us all"

A blush crept up on Paul's face and a chuckle escaped my lips.

"But for now, all you have to be is Paul Muad'dib and you need to rest so come on."

I pulled him inside, as we reached the little place, that was omce owned by Jamis before Paul had defeated him.

I watched him lay down on his bed and gave him a smile.

"Sleep well", I said and wanted to leave, but Paul took my hand. I looked down at him.

"Stay", he whispered.

I nodded and got under the covers with him.

I felt the soft skin of his hands against my arms. I shiver ran down my spine, when he pulled me into his arms.

"Goodnight, Paul", I mumbled and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Goodnight Yuki", Paul smiled, "Goodnight"

[bultaoreune-puma142]

ATREIDES! ATREIDES! ATREIDES!

[farsight-the-char]

The more I read of Dune, the  more I realize that Darth Vader is basically what the Bene Gesserit wanted their Kwisatz Haderach to be.

A powerful leader those behind the scenes could control.

A psychic attack dog the “true powers” could wield.

A Thing. A Weapon.

[clumsysprings]

Friendly reminder not to drink coffee like water.

On an unrelated note I have become the kwisatz haderach,

[thevcssel-a]

                         I will not ask you where you came from                          I will not ask you, neither should you                          Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips                          We should just kiss like real people do  ––––––––

an itafushi edit for @kwisatzhadcrach    ||   mutuals can interact // personals do not touch  !!                                                                © 

[life-dream001]

Paul Atreides || Legends Never Die || Dune

I saw Dune in the theater and what a movie!

The visuals are stunning, the music is immersive, the script is smart, catchy and well paced. And above all, the characters (and actors) are excellent.

Timothée fully embodies Paul Atreides in all his complexity.

I like the song which sublimates the story and dilemmas of his character.

[swanqiu]

@kwisatzhadcrach​ sent: “  what did you want to tell me?  ” - jess mariano ——— ‘more misc memes’

          “YOU’VE GOT... YOU’VE GOT A BOOK. A MAGIC ONE.” She falters the second time, pinking a little bit around her cheeks. She knows how it sounds— especially to a muggle— and even she thinks it’s a bit silly, saying it like this. Cho clears her throat and centers her weight, standing taller. “Have you got a magi— er— have you got a book about magic?”

          It sounds less awkward, less accusatory when she phrases it as a question instead, but she’s aware she's still walking on eggshells by trying not to reveal too much. Cho isn’t readily familiar with how the Ministry in America differs from the Ministry back home, but she supposes the bare bones are similar enough that she wouldn’t get off with just a slap on the wrist. Better to endure the possibility of judgmental eyebrow raises—’you? at your big age? into magic?’— than risk exposing a whole species of magical folk— a whole world— to the unsuspecting man behind the counter.

          CHO DOESN’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT THIS WORLD, as it stands. She’s only been here three months, but navigating muggle living, and metropolitan life in general, barely cracks the top of her re-adjustment priorities. Philadelphia seems to be its own little self-contained universe, a seemingly constant whirlwind of learning curves and surprises; the news about a centuries-old Dark Arts book winding up across the ocean is one of them. 

          This well-kept bookstore, modestly tucked away in the busy city, is another.

          “And, um, not the books about card tricks or— or pulling rabbits out of hats,” she quickly adds, having heard of what sleight-of-hand tricks passed for magic on this side of things. ( Gods, her face feels like it’s burning. ) “Magic like... Merlin. Spells.” A beat. “Witches.”

[likenineyearsold]

@kwisatzhadcrach​ kate + jamie under the mistletoe

It was their first Christmas together, and with her mother being in prison and all that, Kate opted to spend Christmas across the pond. She missed being with the barton’s on Christmas, but this was fun and new. The Higgins Household was just as warm and loving, though filled with about five times as many people. Kate had grabbed herself a glass of mulled wine and started back toward the living room, smiling when she saw Jamie leaning against the doorway. “What are you doing over here?” She teased before following his gaze to the mistletoe above their heads. Kate couldn’t help but laugh. “All you had to do was ask.” The woman teased as she gently grabbed his shirt. She tugged him close and into a sweet kiss, ignoring the chorus of ‘aww’ and wolf whistles that came from the room where everyone was playing games. Once she pulled away, Kate was grinning. “Merry Christmas, Jamie Tartt.”