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boldstarks · 2 months

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Lady Y/N of House Fenrir (Dune AU)

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I saw Dune Part One during the rerelease, and I saw Part Two during the Thursday previews, so I have a new fixation. The reader is the daughter of an archduke who rules a world called Fenrir and the surrounding moons.

The planet Fenrir is rich in natural resources such as coal, iron, salt, and other precious metals and gemstones. The artisans of the planet are known for their intricate jewelry, which is prized throughout the known universe.

Over the years, House Fenrir refined their mining machinery until they needed nearly no workers in the mines. This development of technology enriches House Fenrir and makes mining and harvesting resources easier, safer, and less time-consuming.

These technologies are also what House Harkonnen uses to harvest spice on Arrakis, making the Archduke a very important ally to the Baron and other Great Houses, who have come to rely upon their superior machinery.

Your father is Vulcan Fenrir, the twenty-second Archduke of Fenrir, and it is well known that he cares deeply for his family. You are the second-oldest of four children.

You and your older sister, Maron, were the product of Vulcan's first marriage to a Ferin woman named Clio Fotol. Clio was the daughter of a well-established merchant family on Fenrir. The people expected Vulcan to marry a member of the Bene Gesserit, and his match with a Ferin woman proved to be a popular choice.

Your mother, you, and your sister are beloved by the planet's people. The people's love didn't save Clio from falling ill and dying a short time later. By age five, you were motherless and feeling lost in the world.

Vulcan was more than ready to make your sister heir when the Reverend Mother Gauis Helen Mohaim approached him. The Archduke was told about the calls for him to produce a son to inherit his seat and that making your sister his heir would only put her in danger. After Clio's death, you and your sister were everything to your father, so he decided to arm you the only way he knew how.

He paid the Bene Gesserit to teach you both their ways. Maron was an apt pupil and flourished under the teaching of a reverend mother named Aurelia Tomner. She made her ambitions to become a full-fledged member of the Bene Gesserit known by the age of twelve. You, on the other hand, were much more strong-willed and rebellious.

Little did anyone know that Lady Aurelia had another task besides educating you and Maron: seducing the Archduke. She succeeds rather quickly in that respect. A little under a year after Lady Aurelia joined your household, she produced a rather large, screaming son whom your father called Bacchus.

Upon Bacchus's birth, you realized that you would no longer be inheriting Fenrir's seat of power, and you finally invested yourself in learning the ways of the Bene Gesserit. Through them, you learned there was a quieter kind of power that existed in the shadows behind the men who fancied themselves in charge.

During your training, Lady Aurelia gave birth to a second son for your father, and Maron became concubine to the heir of House Ginaz under the sisterhood's direction.

By age twenty, the Reverend Mother Mohaim decided that you were ready. You are now a full-fledged member of the Bene Gesserit and one of their most promising prospects. It was decided that your first task would be marrying and imprinting yourself on the Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

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blackgirl0nline · 27 days

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Feyd Rautha- “Warrior Sexuality”

Exploring the intimate effects of culture through a focused analysis of Dune Part Two

CW: discussion of Feyd Rautha’s abuse at the hands of his uncle

In “Ur-Fascism” (Eternal Fascism) by Umberto Eco there is a paragraph on fascist sexuality that I think applies to Feyd Rautha

First, a minor note that I’m not exactly saying the Harkonens are fascistic only that this comparison came about because of the black sun that the Harkonen homeworld (Geidi Prime) orbits, which produces a black-and-white world of harsh politics where only those cruel enough to grasp power are rewarded.

This is a world where you are either powerful or weak- and to gain that power you must be harshly cruel. Additionally, this is a slave culture with a clear and degraded underclass whose lives are on the line every second of their existence in the Harkonen sphere. This is a warrior culture with cruelty at its heart. So how is Feyd Rautha’s sexuality informed by this setting?

Eco says, “since both permanent war and heroism are difficult games to play, the Ur-Fascist transfers his will to power to sexual matters,” So, Eco is focusing on the transfer of cruelty from the political to the most intimate realm. From the most public sphere to the private.

He goes on to say “This is the origin of machismo (which implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality).” Notice this disdain is why Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam even sends Margot Fenring in the first place. Mohaim is a motherly figure. That Feyd murdered his mother (with seemingly no consequences) implies a very degraded place for women in this society

Consider there are no non-slave Harkonen women we can see. No wives, mothers, sisters. Only the Benegesserit- with their independent power are unharmed. Feyd still holds a knife to Lady Fenring’s neck, she still has to prove herself powerful enough to overtake him.

This is the only way normative sex happens on Geidi Prime- one partner must overpower the other. Love cannot exist here- as it necessitates an interpersonal equality of partners. Even a parent-child love is not possible. Feyd must kill his mother, the same way he almost kills his brother and threatens to kill his uncle.

This is also the reason for his “sexual vulnerability” from the books due to his uncle abusing him. The kiss he forces on his uncle should not be seen as loving. All Harkonen sexuality is domination. Attempting to gain power over his uncle in the same way he abused Feyd.

Eco finishes with “Since even sex is a difficult game to play, the Ur-Fascist hero tends to play with weapons — doing so becomes an ersatz phallic exercise.”

Here I bring your focus on Feyd's knives and his seeming ecstasy in fighting. He caresses his knives and licks them. There is something almost overtly sexual about his relationship with them. They’re introduced in the same scene as his cannibal harpies.

Off topic but are the cannibal harpies also sexually involved with Feyd? He calls them his “darlings” offers them gruesome gifts, and they seem to lounge in a sort of happiness?

They still take on the position of pets, they’re dressed the same, look the same, and never speak like the other slaves. But they seem prized in a sense. They eat human flesh- and so perhaps possess their own deadliness - and from that earn Feyd’s… adoration? Food for thought.

But the “ersatz phallic exercise” is first practiced in the scene when he offers his "darlings" flesh. There are many coital details before the battle. Consider the black paint across his naked body. Showing off his form as a vehicle for war. Nothing carnal is far from brutality.

Even his seduction by Margot Fenring- that he threatens her with that phallic object- that she says he “craves pain” right after he faces the Gom Jabar. There is some sort of sadomasochistic itch. Lastly, consider the intimacy of battle. When he fights the “last Atreides.” Seeing that his opponent is not drugged, he removes his shield. He makes himself vulnerable (also notice the slightly vulvic entrance to the arena like he’s participating in something vital/ sexual).

Perhaps because he craves pain, and the threat of an equal opponent is made more exciting if that equal opponent can equally harm him (note at the end how close the two are as Feyd holds him to his chest- the smile and wink in at his opponent the refusal of outside interference).

In conclusion, Feyd participates in Umberto Eco’s “ersatz phallic exercise,” as a natural extension of Harkonen cruelty infecting every sphere. That’s also why I found this post especially true to the character there is something very inherently sexual about Feyd’s relation to fighting.

Thanks to my Twitter mutuals who asked me to put this in a more readable format, so I got to clear up some spelling and punctuation errors in the original thread.

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crystalskiesandcherrywine · 1 month

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And all the pieces fall, right into place // Part Two

So Feyd Rautha is still on my mind, so that’s my second try of writing about him and an Artreides!Reader.

Things are getting warmer between you and Fred rautha, but not smutty yet.

All feedback is welcome <3

English is not my first language

Part One // Part Three

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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

FxM

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The new arrivals stride towards you, the procession is so coordinated that the Harkonnens look like a single entity, clad in black leather and gleaming chrome. They have arrived with the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohaim, whom you immediately recognize by her distinctive walk as your mother's former mentor—commands a presence that is both unnerving and awe-inspiring. You’ve never seen your mum look so reverent. Her harsh form contrasts with her surroundings, somehow managing to draw every eye to her, captivating and commanding in equal measure. You strive to be the perfect lady in this spectacle, gently bred and regal. The less you reveal yourself now, the more you hope to elicit reactions from your future husband. But he seems to be following a similar plan, his gaze exhilarating.

Your father's voice, deep and commanding, rings out over the crowd. "Honored Baron, allow me to welcome you. My house is yours. Come in and be welcome!" The words speak of hospitality, but there appears an undercurrent of tension to them.

"Duke, it is an honour. Please allow me to introduce my nephews.“

The Baron's voice seems to rise like soap bubbles from him, the words rolling out of his mouth. His body rotates slightly towards Rabban.

"My nephew Glossu Rabban." Rabban nods silently and bows.

"And my successor, Na Baron Frey Rautha." Feyd's bow is deep; you think you can hear the slight creak of his leather. And that's exactly what irritates you: The gesture is exaggerated and artificial, even for this occasion. In your mind, the question becomes clearer: What is his plan? Tying you to your house through marriage is certainly strategically clever for both sides. But for a purely political union, he wouldn't have to act like this. When he stands up, his eyes rest on his father: "I hope to be worthy of your hospitality." "I have no doubt, Lady Jessica, and I am sure that you have not made the journey in vain. My son Paul Atreides." Paul steps forward and nods. "And my daughter, whose hand Na Baron will soon take in marriage." You curtsy slightly, and the layers of your dress make a cascade of golden-brown waves. The second time you dare to look directly at Na Baron, he stares back with curiosity. With the arrival of the Harkonnens, a new flavour mixes with the lust. It is something heavy, almost oily, which lies on your tongue like a film. The guests are invited into the fortress, and Paul escorts them to their rooms. Lady Jessica indicates that you follow her in the opposite direction. Feyd Rautha takes one look at your wealth and only sees your figure moving further away.

At the official banquet, you sit next to your mother, Na Baron a little further away. While the tension has subsided, you are still on guard. He seems engrossed in a conversation with Gurney and Duncan, while you sit as a silent listener next to your mother, who in turn sits unusually quietly next to your father and the Baron. For a moment, she seems to run her fingers over the side of her neck, betraying her inner tumult. You take her hand to soothe her and bring her back to the here and now. With a few hand gestures, she signals to you, "Guest Library, after the Meal." You nod and turn seriously to watch others. Na Baron seems to be enjoying his conversation, his eyes fully turned to his dialogue partners. His pride from earlier seems to have given way to genuine curiosity, and, however small, a seed of hope rises in you. With a little openness to each other, your union will be based on mutual respect and not just co-existence, which is more than some marriages have. Suddenly, his gaze rests on yours again. And his curiosity changes like the colours of a chameleon into something intense. Without taking his eyes off you, he plunges his knife into the unfortunate steak on his plate, from which a trickle of pink juice oozes out, and runs his tongue over your lips. A shiver runs through you, the innuendo unmistakable. The hope you had just a moment ago gives way to the wish that the distance to Na Baron would be better.

As requested by Lady Jessica, you make your way to the library, and your breath catches when you see Na Baron. She accompanies him to the door but stays outside. As quickly as your feet can carry you, you run around the corner, up a set of steps, and crouch next to a small window that leads to the room. Invisible from them, it offers you the opportunity to observe what is happening. You hear muffled voices first, but then the Reverend Mother speaks up.

"Kneel."

The vibration of the voice permeates, even if it is not directed at you. Realization comes like a wave of cold sweat. The Reverend Mother is talking to the Na Baron. The same dark room full of scrolls, the Reverend Mother's veil, the metal box on the table next to her. Na Baron must prove himself human. You feel a pang in your heart, the memory of the box's blazing flames as fresh as the day you experienced them. But you hear nothing; your betrothed doesn't make a sound. Like a porcelain figurine, he kneels in front of the armchair where the Reverend Mother sits, Gom Jabbar in her hand, mere millimeters from the skin on his neck. Your breathing becomes faster and shallower; with each passing second, the fear inside you gains ground and sinks its claws around your heart. You blink rapidly to shake it off. Someone who you can't even be sure will shape your marriage in the same spirit should at least be human. Before you can finish contemplating the emotions rising in you, the Reverend Mother releases Feyd Rautha.

"So you are human?"

"You doubted me? Even now?" He doesn’t make an effort to conceal his despise towards her. You see his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. He seems undecided as to whether he will release himself like a tightly coiled spring and go for the woman around the armchair. But he rises and takes quick steps away from the room.

As if pulled by your limbs by a puppet master, you stand up and follow him into the courtyard. The blood rushes in your ears, the memory of your test and the sacred ceremony you have just secretly witnessed have heightened all your perceptions. Feyd Rautha stands with his back to you, his eyes fixed on the sky. You can see his left hand trembling slightly, which he tries to suppress by clenching his fist.

"Do they need the North Star's help to find their chambers, my lord?" You ask, and he turns around instantly. Within a blink of an eye, he moves towards you, stopping just a few centimetres away. You involuntarily back away half a step. "Can I help you find your way back? Should I call a servant?" The question about the test doesn't cross your lips, although it seems to prickle on your lips and all over your skin like an electric charge. His expression becomes even more like a tiger about to pounce.

"You know what just happened," his voice is deep and dark, like syrup. It envelops you, and in your chest, the desire to reach out to him fights with the desire to run away.

"Yes," you say, taking a deep breath. "I'm human, I know it too."

"Then you also know that humans can be the worst monsters."

"When it comes to our families, we all have to do things sometimes."

"Is it something you have to do?"

"This...?"

"This wedding?" He's right in front of you, his smell musky and sweet, a new mélange in this familiar place and something entirely new. There's a hunger in his eyes, but no anger. Before you can get your answer out, he pounces. The adrenaline from both of you pumps through your veins so that everything but his lips disappears from your perception. His tongue is demanding, and as soon as you let it in, he pulls you both into a whirlwind of pleasure. Your hands find his neck, his cheeks, the skin so soft and smooth that you can't get enough of the feeling. A low sound escapes his throat, and his hands move from your waist to the fastening of your dress at the back. At that moment, you want nothing more than to let him have his way, and a small sound leaves your mouth.

"It seems my uncle might underestimated you" he breathes into your ear, his breath like fire on your neck.

"That could be," you say, still out of breath, with strands loosened from your hair. "Then why don't we find now?“

"No." With all the strength you have, you move away from Feyd. "I will tie the ribbon of my life to yours. My life will be yours. But that means it won't happen until the wedding. Not in my parents' courtyard."

„Well, we could relocate to your chambers then“ His voice is laced with desire.

All you manage is shaking your head.

He looks puzzled at first and then a little irritated, his gaze wandering up and down your body, lingering on your red, swollen lips.

"What difference do these couple of days make?" he blurts out.

"It is the difference of respect." Your voice is filled with indignation, trying to recall and embody the composure and pride that is appropriate for a Duke's daughter. "We both know that our destiny is decided for us. It doesn’t mean I have no say in how I get there. Good night, Baron. I expect you'll find your way back on your own," and with these words, you retreat into the building, hoping that your dress hasn't soaked through.

As you assert your resolve to maintain dignity, the connection between you has shifted. Feyd Rautha finds himself in the position of watching you leave for the second time in a day. He will be patient, but when the marriage is finalized, you will pay a high price for his patience. All the more time for him to think about what he can do with you.

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