#paulleck

[comediakaidanovsky]

are we seeing this?? i am losing my damn mind

[norawolf]

Paul Atreides & Gurney Halleck Playlist on Spotify (1,2,3,4)

[seafoodpun]

[al-kaspersky]

created my first #paulleck edit!

[comediakaidanovsky]

it’s the ~ hand touches ~ for me

[comediakaidanovsky]

Lessons in seduction

“I know what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Gurney is thankful that he’s already sitting, and that his hands have been busy setting out the equipment he needs to sharpen the training blades. Both of these things should somewhat hide the tension that comes over him like a chilling shiver – seeping into the set of his shoulders, the clench of his jaw.

“And what might that be, my lord?”

“Duncan’s missions”, Paul says, eyes steely as if he’s challenging Gurney to feign ignorance, and the worst part is that Gurney can feel nothing but relief that this is what has Paul act so confrontational.

Paul, however, seems to take Gurney’s silence as either obfuscation, or an attempt at stalling the conversation, so he pushes on, his voice once again rising as he speaks. “Was no one going to tell me that he’s sent out there to fuck nobles in order to establish alliances?”

--- AO3

it was supposed to be a PWP based on the honeypot missions from the books, but now it’s mostly plot. we’ll get to the smut eventually, i promise

[comediakaidanovsky]

fascinating how this scene never ends, ever. it just keeps happening to me

[comediakaidanovsky]

My skin is not my own

Gurney finds the room crowded, with Jessica sat by a large desk in the corner of the room, Thufir Hawat at her side. Lanville is right by the door, giving Gurney a nod as he enters, and stood by one of the large windows, overlooking the moonlit castle grounds, is Leto himself.

“Sire”, Gurney starts, the honorific a question, but softened with worry. If it was just the two of them, he might have immediately crossed the room to offer friendship rather than restrained professionalism, but he has yet to find out what has happened.

With his pulse ringing in his ears and a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue, he stays quiet, watching Leto with a forced calm; the tense shoulders, the way he holds both hands in closed fists at his sides. When Leto turns and Gurney finally finds that dark gaze upon him, there’s nothing there but an empty rage.

“Their ship went down”, Leto says, his voice tight, jaw clenched, and when he pauses, the room seems much too small to contain his pain. “There were reports of melee on the surface. That’s the last we heard of them.”

--- AO3

i have once again failed to post about fic i’m writing. this is a quite angsty slow burn, where Paul is lost when his ship crashes in uncharted territory, and the search and rescue effort is a race against time.

an ongoing series, but i currently update it weekly and i think i’ll be able to keep the schedule until the final chapter ~

(forgive me for a photo with an arrakis setting, but the vibe between gurney and leto was too fitting)