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Since it looks like there are no old followers who still remember my made-up, Harkonnen-loyal folk 'Skiras', I won't be writing any more larger chapters or OneShots. Instead, every now and then I'd write these little texts. I still have the feeling that they were better received back then.

Two examples:

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Are older followers still active at all?

Does anyone even remember my "fictional folk", the Skiras? I've deleted almost everything about them...

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Looks pretty much like the fandom died out…

I was thinking about writing a tiny special after exams, but I don't think that makes sense. RIP our baby boy. 🪦

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Feyd: My love language is gentle acts of violence… just let me bite you real quick!

I'll never forget my idea about the LB. Shit!

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Imagine Feyd leaning his head against your pregnant belly in bed and suddenly the baby starts kicking… 👀

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Fuuuuuck… 💀

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Apart from the love bites, when Feyd playfully bit into the chain and pulled on it…. AHHH! What a baby! 😍

 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) *haha*

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- 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female Reader

Movie: Dune Part Two

Warnings: sexual content (smut), a bit of blood, Feyd himself

You almost slid over the slippery stones and broke all your bones, when you realized who was seeking a moment of peace under the waterfall. It was your na-Baron... and he was completely naked. You had trained hard on this jungle planet and you should have realized that your future husband, who appreciated a clean appearance, would not pass up the chance to take a bath. You knew exactly how the muscles felt under the warm skin. How unyielding the grip of his hands was. How hard his dick...

You turned fiery red. What were you thinking here? Feyd stood under the waterfall, his head slightly lowered, his eyes closed, completely focused. He fitted into this jungle, this predator of a man. When he fought, he looked like a tiger. You felt stupid and clumsy against him, even though he was pleased with you. You were so engrossed that you noticed something new the second time you looked. Feyd was...

gone.

You were immediately terrified and looked around in a hurry. Where did he go? He could be anywhere.

His senses were sharper than yours, he could move silently... Just like a predator. A hunting tiger. A beast with sharp claws and teeth, eager for fresh meat. You shuddered at the thought, then turned and ran headlong into the jungle. Where could you hide? You made your way through the undergrowth until you found a place that seemed safe. Surely he wouldn't discover you under the dense bushes...! Panting, you crouched in your hiding place and peered through the dense foliage, waiting for your breathing to calm down from the fast pace. You trembled with tension. Where could he be...?

You flinched, as you saw him sneaking across the clearing. How had he found your trail so quickly? At least he had put his pants back on, you thought to yourself, barely stifling a nervous giggle. He was lying in wait for you, you could see that in his eyes. How smoothly he moved...! The play of muscles under his still damp skin drew your gaze irrevocably to him. You inhaled harder than you intended and immediately his head jerked in your direction. You were instantly on your feet and running. Leaves whipped against your body again as you ran, and despite your fear, there was a thrilling undertone mixed in with it. He was playing with you. He chased you like an animal chases its prey and you realized that you didn't mind at all.

You gasped and savored the first drops of the incipient rain that fell on your face. Suddenly you stopped abruptly, pebbles trickling into the depths beneath your feet. She had reached the edge of a cliff and there was no turning back... Only forward into the crystal-clear depths of the water source. Behind you, she could already feel Feyd's hot breath on the back of her neck. You grinned. Let him catch you! Feyd stopped abruptly when he saw you jump. She had actually done it, he thought to himself. But he grinned animalistically and set off after you. This lady would see that he wouldn't be distracted from his prey! The air whistled around your ears as you jumped and the water coolly enveloped you as you dived in.

You had seen him jump and hurried to get to the shore. Your hair hung wet in your face and you vigorously wiped it away, not taking your eyes off the spot where Feyd had dived in. A perfect head dive! You were really envious.

You became restless, however, when the waves that his dip had caused died down. Where was he? Your heart seized with fear and you hurried to reach the spot where the na-Baron had disappeared.

"Feyd?", you called out anxiously, crying out in shock as a hand suddenly grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down. You wasted a good chunk of air bubbles as the Harkonnen pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. You groaned and blew bubbles again. Something seemed to explode between your legs as you could feel his hard lance through the fabric of his pants.

Then you began to wriggle.

You both broke the surface, gasping for air. Feyd didn't give you much time though, immediately his greedy lips were back on yours, cold from the water. Your arms wrapped around him as if of their own accord, followed by your legs. Even in the cold water, you could clearly feel how warm his body was. His hands gripped you tightly, as if you would drown if he didn't hold you. He unzipped your top at the back and pulled the collar down so he could cover your neck with bites.

You groaned hoarsely when he let go of you. "Swim to the shore!" Feyd murmured harshly and you obeyed him immediately. He was behind you like a predatory fish and never let you out of his sight. He would never let you out of his sight... It briefly crossed your mind that he was behaving like an animal in rut and that made your head heat up. The thought of being a willing female for him was somehow perversely arousing. Once in the waist-deep water, he was already reaching for you again and not misunderstanding his request. His pants were soaking wet and he couldn't hide how hard he was. You bit your lips. The sight of your dripping wet na-Baron aroused you violently. His skin glistened in the sunlight and the look in his serious, glowing eyes literally melted your clothes off. But before you could even think about pulling down your top, Feyd's hands had already torn the fabric off without further ado.

Feyd immediately pulled you close again and you willingly surrendered to another passionate kiss. He held you so tightly against him that it almost hurt. But you enjoyed feeling every inch of the pale skin against yours.

He picked you up as if you were light as a feather and you wrapped your legs around him, pressing against his erection with a smile. A deep, excited growl was his answer and Feyd strode forward, towards the flat, warm stones at the edge of the lake. Raindrops pattered down on you and thunder rumbled distantly, but you were both far too caught up in your passion to notice.

"On your belly, na-Baroness!", Feyd purred as he set you down roughly on the rock. The stone was wet and warm under your hands and you obeyed immediately, letting him free you from the rest of your soaking wet clothes without resistance.

Feyd growled low and hoarse as he caught a glimpse of your vulva. You belonged to him and would do so forever - whether you liked it or not. He whispered that into your ear as he pulled you close, placing his warm hands on your breasts.

"You heard me, [y/n]... never think of betraying me...!", he growled into your ear, biting it at the same moment as the fingers of his right hand brushed over your pubis. You briefly wondered if Feyd had just voiced one of his fears. Did he really sometimes worry that you would betray him? Why? Didn't he trust you?

You groaned audibly as you felt his teeth against your back. His 'markings' had faded and you knew he absolutely didn't like it. And he was taking his time to change that. His teeth, lips and tongue slid all over your back, his relentless fingers between your legs making you wetter and hotter. His other hand on your stomach held you tight, taking away any opportunity to pull away from him. Your skin under his hand was warm and slippery from the rain pelting down on you. The storm was upon you, closing in and darkening the sky, lightning flashed, but you knew no fear.

"Feyd...", you gasped breathlessly as he now turned you onto your back and his slightly blood smeared lips found their way between your legs.

It was too much. He was too much.

And through your twitching body, he knew it. The Harkonnen bit into your clit before his lips moved back up, covering your collarbone and neck with kisses before pressing his hard member against your soft flesh. 'Fucking tradition' he tried to convince himself. Your swollen labia enveloped him and he closed his eyes briefly in relief. Your moans were music to his ears, the rain pleasantly cooling. His hands held your hips tightly, his teeth buried in your neck, much like the wild animal trapped behind his elegant, cool façade. Only his na-Baroness could tame him, and the thought of being a willing female for him, completely surrendered to his power, didn't bother you at all. You were his, he was yours.

Your lovemaking didn't last long, the pent-up ecstasy in Feyd was too intense. It happened incredibly rarely, he much preferred to bring you to climax, at best several times. But it wasn't working now. His growling was wild and ecstatic as he poured himself onto your soft skin, but the satisfaction inside him failed to materialize. You remained trembling in place, Feyd with satisfaction, you with unfulfilled ecstasy. You hadn't had a climax and yet you had been so close to it...! Otherwise he let you climb to the peak of pleasure again and again before he forgot his self-control and took what he needed - you.

And you weren't angry with him. Once this happened, it didn't take Feyd long to feel aroused again. You were sure he had trained his body to obey his will. The rain had eased a little, but your flushed face shone wetly. It pleased him and almost rekindled his lust to see you like this. However, he would take his time.

"Did you come, hm?", he purred, stroking your face.

"No... Feyd.", you murmured hoarsely. You had to resist the temptation not to touch yourself, as much as you wanted to.

Why, why was he such a splendid sight? Feyd leaned down and kissed your warm cheek delicately. He could literally taste how hot you still were.

"You shouldn't have run away... now take your punishment for it!", he purred lovingly, grinning evil and let go of you. It was a bad... joke. An excuse. He had enjoyed chasing you. The fact that you had jumped showed him once again how brave and willing you were - exactly how he wanted his na-Baroness to be. "W-what?", you stammered, confused. And with that, he left you sitting there as if this heated moment of togetherness had never happened. He glanced at the water as he zipped up his pants and held your clothes out to you. If he looked at you, he would lose, he knew that for a fact. He exhaled through his lips as he heard your barely audible "Thank you." It was harder for him than it was for you. And he was already imagining how he would give you several climaxes in a row. Oh, it pushed his ego to unlimited heights.

But you both still had a lot to do, you had to get back to Giedi Prime soon... and the moment would come when he would satisfy the throbbing desire between your legs. You just had to... wait for the perfect moment.

Maybe a second part? Let me know. ♡

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I'm still writing to a few of you in between and one of you drew my attention to something interesting. I hadn't really thought about it that much. Perhaps others will remember that Reader / You is the daughter of the Skiras folk, who have been loyal followers of the Harkonnen for decades. My idea at the time was that Reader was the first daughter after many years. (No siblings, as the topic might trigger a few).

I was asked if the folk would "die out" once You were the (na-) Baroness. Quick answer - yes. Your offspring would be Feyd's heir, of course. But what about a second child who would carry on Skira's nation? I found the idea interesting, but I'm still unsure what to make of it…

… If at all. After a month and a half, the motivation to write has not returned. And I think almost everyone knows why. But still, the result could be cool to see.

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Hello you Feydies. I've just spontaneously decided to go. I don't know whether it will only be a few days, a few weeks or even months. But I'm having absolutely no fun here at the moment. The joy has completely disappeared. I'll upload Aesthetics from time to time, but I'll turn off sharing there too.

I will upload one last Shorty.

Best regards and maybe see you sometime.

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I saw this on pinterest and immediately had to think of you and your Feyd 🤭🤭🤭😅

Uhh, thankies? 🙃

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𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f! Reader

~ Smut

Warnings: Reader is hurt and unconscious, soft and dark Feyd, you bite him bloody-> pain, oral (f receiving), dark romance?, Feyd being Feyd, genital rubbing etc.

Thank you for beta reading, @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal. 🫶🏻

For once in his life, he should have believed Rabban's words: there really were thunderstorms on this planet, and you shouldn't underestimate them. Especially not when you were in the middle of nowhere and had an unconscious companion with you. Feyd cursed in various languages as he ran you, his Na-Baroness, on his back; through the pouring rain, trying to find the cave where you had hidden your equipment. Fuck...! The afternoon's training had obviously taken you both further away from your starting point than you had planned.

By now, you were both soaked to the skin and although Feyd was certainly used to enduring worse things, he felt a certain anticipation at the thought of dry clothes.

He recognized the split rocks. To his relief, it was only a few more steps before he spotted the hidden entrance to the cave in the pouring rain. The female on his back moaned softly in his ear, but did not wake up. Feyd looked over his shoulder at you and was reassured that your breathing was steady. You had fallen and hit your head hard enough to be knocked unconscious immediately. Blood was coming out of the hairline on the side of your head facing Feyd; and the Harkonnen hoped you wouldn't get too badly concussed. He might push you mercilessly, but if you spent the next few days lying around limp and throwing up all the time, there was no point in training.

He reached the cave entrance just as a flash of lightning briefly lit up the sky completely. Hail fell and quickly covered the ground. Feyd enjoyed finally being in the dry. He gently let you slide off his back and laid you down on one of your soft blankets. He checked your breathing, which was steady, if a little shallow. Were you in pain? If not now, then definitely tomorrow morning, without a doubt. He checked the medkit for painkillers and found some injection ampoules. Just in case... Actually, a little pain would be a good lesson for you. On the other hand...

❝Nhh...❞, you moaned softly and Feyd glanced at you. You had started to shiver and the Na-Baron felt that he also was getting cold in his soaked clothes. He found a lighter in your backpack and made a place for a fire from the dry wood you had collected as a precaution. He gently blew on the embers and kept an eye on you, seeing how you were chattering your teeth a little by now. You still hadn't woken up and that worried him a little. As the embers smoldered and set the branches on fire, he straightened up and took off his top. Goosebumps spread over his wet, muscular body and he shivered to bring back the warmth. Then he searched your backpack for clothes for you. He found one of the tighter training shirts and a pair of long jogging pants with underwear in the pocket, which made the Na-Baron grin wryly for a moment.

You let out a sigh and this snapped Feyd out of his thoughts. He crumpled up the clothes and walked towards you. Your skin was clammy and he could already vividly imagine how delicious a cold you would catch - because of one single mistake you made. Feyd hesitated for a moment, but then his fingers moved to the zipper in the middle of your top. It covered the most necessary things, but didn't seem obscene, on the contrary. You let out a sigh as soon as he was free of the thick leather wrap. Feyd's throat went dry and he had to clear his throat. Oh, damn. As cold as you were, your nipples were hard. The sight was enough to cause a longing tug in his loins. Feyd stroked a finger over the soft skin. He knew you liked that, and sure enough, you made a little sound. Your eyelids fluttered but remained closed. Feyd stroked your belly, where the skin was also cold and shimmering bluish. Ah, he loved the curve of your ribcage, your wider hips, your slightly visible muscles - you were perfect; a woman, a warrior, just to his liking. And he hadn't even known it before you. To Feyd, your body was perfection, with all your scars from previous battles, with his hickeys and especially with his love bites. You were a warrior like him, a woman he would make even better than she already was.

The buttons on your trousers were no problem for his deft fingers and he energetically pulled the fabric from your skin. He struggled a little with the clammy fabric, would have liked to tear it, but controlled himself. He patiently unbuttoned your boots and then threw them aside with your trousers. Under your black trousers you had been wearing white underwear, which was now transparent and damp against your skin. Feyd cursed as he noticed the erection building up in his equally soaked trousers. Until just now he had completely forgotten that he was still in that wet thing. Feyd knew how he could warm your body and his own, but in his eyes it would be rape. And he wouldn't and couldn't do that to you. You were too important to him, he didn't want to hurt you. Not mentally or physically. Not after your violent experiences in front of him. Never, because he loved you. Albeit in a slightly different way than usual.

But maybe he could still do something good for your body? Would you feel it even if you were unconscious? Or was it Feyd's pure selfishness? Furious with himself, he growled, listening to the hail, the wind and the thunder. His cold eyes wandered to the dancing fire, which reminded him of you at that moment. Once you were in a rage, you were unstoppable. He had seen you kill one of his comrades because he had insulted you. You had once given Feyd a small dagger, which you had hidden in your pants when the baron had provoked you. "Here, you better get this off me before something worse happens." Feyd grinned wickedly as he recalled more scenarios. Oh, that was one of the main reasons why he fell for you. A woman who knew exactly how to spill blood. A woman who knew how to defend herself in a fight.

He kissed your knee, the skin ice-cold against his warm lips. Cold like his heart, but in which you had kindled a fire. He still didn't know when exactly this had happened. He only knew that no one had done it before you. Not even his pets. The Harkonnen's fingers continued to stroke your cool skin, as gently as he had ever touched anyone. But he abruptly removed his hands from you and roughly tugged down the fabric of his pants. He had a second one somewhere. His pale fingers gently pulled your underwear from your skin, which he carefully set aside.

Feyd couldn't resist and gripped his semi-stiff member, letting out a low growl. Seeing your na-barones lying here, unconscious but in all your glorious nakedness, excited him more than he wanted to admit. Lost in thought, he gripped himself a little tighter and growled harshly. Oh, he would take you... later. Now he was going to work up his appetite...

How many times had he taken you, kissed your velvety lips while he penetrated you with his tongue? How many times had he taken that rosy bud between his lips and sucked on it...? Your moans were music to his ears, every time... Feyd gripped your thigh, gently pushing it aside a little, wanting to see more of you. How wonderful your soft moans were when he slid his member over your labia. It was those nights that bound you inseparably together.

Feyd couldn't resist letting the tip of his tongue caress your velvety skin. He could hear you sigh and your thigh twitched, but you still didn't wake up. That's good. He liked the fact that he could take what he wanted. Your body willingly played along as he took your bud between his lips and sucked lightly on it. Your clear nectar was like an aphrodisiac on his tongue, greedily he tasted it, penetrated it with his tongue, felt the trembling in his body. He kissed your velvety soft labia, massaging your entrance with two fingers.

Feyd straightened his upper body and began to massage your clit with his thumbs. He couldn't take his eyes off your beautiful face. He could have sworn your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. Even if your mind remained unconscious, your body welcomed him. What a sign of confidence, Feyd thought to himself. And he didn't want to break it. His dick twitched violently as he heard a longing little moan from you. He leaned down, letting the tip of his tongue, where he could still taste you, glide over one of your hard nipples. He knew how you appreciated those touches, and indeed, the small muscle under his thumb only twitched more. As he bit your breast, your pelvis jerked towards him and jerkily he pulled back.

❝[Y/N]...❞, he murmured your name, rumbling deep in his throat as he grabbed your thighs with both hands and pulled you to him without a gap. Feyd gasped as he felt your heat as he slid over your womanhood. He felt your clit twitch at his tip. If you had been awake, you would have whispered his name comfortingly. The Harkonnen had to refrain from doing so now, however. He gripped your hips tightly and slid over your wet labia at a steady, not too fast pace. He savored the heat, the sight of your wonderful body. Perhaps it sounded presumptuous, unimaginable for a Harkonnen... but you had kindled something in him. He couldn't grasp it with his hands or put it into words... But perhaps that was what others called Love?

He bent down to you, kissed your lips, your cheeks, down your neck. Just as he reached your breasts, a sharp pain dominated his body. Startled, he moaned hoarse, already feeling his hot blood running down his torso. Watched it drip onto your skin. His vision deteriorated briefly, his senses had to process the shock and he blinked a few times. It all happened within a second or two. Your teeth had buried themselves deep into his trapezius muscle and your fingernails were slowly scratching his hard pecs. He was overwhelmed for a moment, didn't know what to do. Rip you violently from him and risk a probably large wound, or-? Your eyes met his with full force and before Feyd could react, you managed to push him to the ground. His back hit the ground hard and not a second later you would have a small knife in your hand - the cold blade clearly noticeable on his carotid artery.

Your eyes looked down at him devilishly and Feyd didn't take his eyes off you. He felt your breath on his cheek as you leaned down to him and growled. ❝Be glad I was awake. Or why do you think my body reacted to you like that?❞ He pressed his hand lightly against your torso, hoping the blade would take its distance from his neck. ❝Be glad I was awake, Feyd.❞, you whispered the words again; much calmer this time. He gently felt your lips on his cheek and purred pleasantly at your touch. His hands slid over your waist, he rose up and kissed you longingly. You pressed tighter against him as his body was as warm as the fire next to you. His lips sucked on your neck and he placed his forearm under your bottom, lifting you up a little to find the perfect rhythm and pressure for you and your body.

He tortured you in between, didn't let you come to the redeeming climax a few times - as punishment for being awake. (He didn't really care since when.) His dick hurt, but it was a pain he could handle. Perhaps he even deserved it himself. He loved your twitching body when the orgasm offered you almost no release, because it was so violent that it almost hurt. Breathing heavily, you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, looking at the bleeding wound. The red liquid had smeared your upper body, but that didn't bother you much. The wound hurt him, but he tried not to give any sign of it. What he learned from this, however, was not to underestimate you. His warrior, his Na-Baroness, his love.

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— possible Trigger Warning —

Since these requests have come up a few times in the last few months, I'd like to explain something. The reason why I don't write anything "harder" sexual like bdsm, control, toys, captivate reader, choking, slapping, hair pulling and so on is that I came from a violent relationship where that was the way of things.

And I'm not into it. He didn't accept a "No."

I know I'm pretty much the only woman on this damn planet who prefers it softer, but that's still reason enough for me not to write that in my stories. Sorry, but you'll have to go somewhere else for that. I know these stories exist in large numbers, I stop reading as soon as I realize it's going in that direction.

I keep thinking about deleting this account because I think a lot of people get the wrong idea when I write *soft* Feyd. Yes, he strokes your back, cuddles you, but that's about the nicest thing he does. He's still manipulating you etc. and I think I need to make that clearer. I think that many people here really think that I'm turning Giedi Prime into My Little Pony.

Anyway, that's the reason why I don't want to and can't write something like that. Thanks for reading.

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🗡️ (𝐍𝐚-) 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐍𝐚-) 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 🖤

Happy Friday the 13th btw! 🩸🖤

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Imagine Feyd biting you gently. No blood, just a bit of nibbling. Yes, these are also Love Bites. And it calms him down. In bed, he would sit up, pull you towards him and place you on his lap. Maybe he would start with kisses or let his teeth play right away, purring in between. 🖤

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Warning?: fluff to dark, thoughts of murder

Feyd loves to cuddle with you. He usually stays awake longer than you do so that he has more time to enjoy the moment. Especially when the nights are cold, he loves to hold you close to his warm body and stroke your soft skin with his fingertips. He loves your soft, relaxed sigh. That the brutal world is suspended for a moment, as if you two were the only living beings in the entire galaxy. Nothing and nobody could hurt you at this moment. He loves to run his nose over your hair. The scent of your shampoo and perfume makes him melt away.

And he would never say a word about it. He would never admit that he craves you. Greedy as fire for gasoline. He wouldn't say the three 'magic' words, his actions were to show you that he loved you. And if you didn't understand that, that would be your own problem. He could kill you here and now, you knew that. He knew that. It would be so easy for him to break your neck with a quick movement of his hand or slit your body open with your own swords. But he didn't do it. Not because he didn't want to. He would like to murder you almost every day. But he knew that he could no longer bite you. No more your sweet blood, no more your beautiful scent, no more listening to your calm breathing. Oh, how boring his life would be without yours in his hands…

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🖤 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 & (𝐍𝐚-)𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 🖤