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[smsgatewayindia]

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[lotus-pear]

on everyone's SOUL she's the least benched character in the entire game ‼️‼️

[scarygreenlightning-art]

Not too late to participate in a twitter trend for once 👍

[sleupracceupies]

IM BACK!! ‼️

[sleepysundial]

art block won't leave me alone these tiny tiny doodles are all i can manage oughhh

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

with my novel in the hands of someone else, i feel like i’ve dropped my child off at their first day of school.

[sabh0]

TDIPUD: Side B Dazai u scare me

[driftsart]

When I run out of poses so I pull out the TFP Starscream™:

[glitchedcosmos]

Blazer

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ seven word prompts for seven sentence fics 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “really? i never knew that about you.”

²⁾ “come on, don’t pretend for my sake.”

³⁾ “looks like they left in a hurry.”

⁴⁾ “who’s calling you this late at night?”

⁵⁾ “seriously, were you dropped as a baby?!”

⁶⁾ “i could eat a horse.” “please don’t.”

⁷⁾ “ice cream? at three in the morning?”

⁸⁾ “get your ass here, right fucking now!”

⁹⁾ “i really did care about you, y’know.”

¹⁰⁾ “you’re not going home, you need stitches!”

¹¹⁾ “we need to get you warm, fast.”

¹²⁾ “how long have we been driving for?”

¹³⁾ “[name]- “ “don’t start. [boss]’s already deafened me.”¹⁾

¹⁴⁾ “what’s a single bed between three friends?”

¹⁵⁾ “why are you in just a towel?!”

¹⁶⁾ “i’m your bodyguard, not your damn friend.”

¹⁷⁾ “swallow your pride.” “i’d rather swallow concrete.”

¹⁸⁾ “you look really good in my money.”

¹⁹⁾ “i said i’d help. didn’t say how.”

²⁰⁾ “come, sit. i made you some dinner.”

²¹⁾ “hide! they’re coming your way, and fast!”

²²⁾ “i knew you had feelings for them.”

²³⁾ “you’re exhausted, pet. let me mind you.”

²⁴⁾ “[name]’s in the hospital. it’s not good.”

²⁵⁾ “but you promised it’d all be okay!”

²⁶⁾ “their cover’s been blown- get them out!”

²⁷⁾ “who’d buying you flowers that isn’t me?”

²⁸⁾ “i was stupid enough to believe you.”

²⁹⁾ “isn’t paying for dinner a date thing?”

³⁰⁾ “for you, i’d do anything.” “i know.”

[tulippanes]

hii i was just wondering if i could request a second list of cheeky shoto head cannons? i really enjoyed the other ones you've made. if you do not want to do it again please feel free to ignore this request. thank you!!

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈²

t. shoto x reader

pt. 1

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 494 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: thank u for requesting this i loved writing the cheeky shoto drabble and i loved writing this one (i love shoto)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who sometimes acted upon instinct, such as having a sudden urge to touch you only to blame it upon you ‘having a spec of dust’; so he puts.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand comes up to pat your head, an indication of when he’d proud of you… and sometimes an excuse to give you some affection when he wants to.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would huff and sigh to indicate that he wanted your attention. the two of you sat at the library, side by side as you both studied. well, really it was only you who was studying. shoto let out a quiet sigh. a couple minutes passed and another quiet sigh escaped past the bored boy. another couple minutes passed and this time he huffed as if he were frustrated.

just as he was about to sigh again, you quietly groaned in irritation and turned to look at him. “what is it?” you asked.

he met your gaze, slightly tilting his head to the side. a small hum can be heard from him, “..nothing.” you stared at him with exasperation and he returns your look with a small smile.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would act like he didn’t understand a certain problem or question on a worksheet only so you could deliberately get closer to him. he called out your name and you turn your head in response. “i don’t get this,” he said with furrowed brows.

“lemme see,” you replied. he pointed to the question he was ‘confused’ on and watched out of the corner of his eye as you drew nearer towards him. it was easy to for him hold back the little grin that tried to slip through.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who saw you in the halls early morning before class started, his legs automatically speeding up to catch up to you. he grabbed the handle of your backpack and spun you around so you faced him. he leaned in close, to the point where your noses almost touched. “good morning,” he whispered. he heard the way your breath hitched and he leaned back, walking past you and motioning for you to follow.

cheeky! shoto todoroki acted like he did something back there. (he in fact, did do something)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would feed you the food himself whenever you asked for a bite from his. “here,” he bluntly stated as he held up his food to your mouth. you leaned back slightly in surprise, glancing between him and the food that he was holding up.

“let me–”

“eat it,” he interrupted you. you gave in (who can say no to that face, after all?) and took a bite from the food in his hand. you slowly chewed and watched as he looked proud of himself.

“you did that on purpose,” you said, words incoherent due to your mouth full of food.

he took a bite from his own food too, “don’t talk while chewing.”

[gloriousmonsters]

you know I've been vaguely into the idea of 'Jin Rusong's death was faked to avoid him growing up suspiciously in the public eye but JGY gave him to SMS to raise in the Moling Su because he obviously doesn't want to kill his kid if he can help it' for a long time, especially after reading a fun fic with the premise i'll have to dig up and rec soon, but when I brought it up to my brother recently he was like 'hey that would give him a parallel with LWJ raising his beloved's mysterious-background kid' and now it's borderline canon to me

[grieferkisser]

𓎟𓎟 reader x gr13f3r　caught　 ◞ ◟

ꔛ word count: 813⠀╱⠀established relationship + teen(on senior year) griefer 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note ⠀╱⠀tw:suggestive(sort of) + mention of protection

hi guys it's your favorite griefer lover ars!!! i love this stupid asshole smmm anyways had this idea while i was in math class lol,,more notes on the end btw

It had been a long, exhausting day for Griefer. It started with his dad anxiously yelling that he was going to be late for school, even though Griefer couldn’t have cared less. Still, his dad’s constant nagging wore him down, so he grudgingly got ready. After enduring the 15-minute walk to school, he met up with some friends and killed time before the bell rang. The first few hours of class dragged on, painfully dull, except for some gossip about a couple that made the rounds—nothing too exciting.

Recess was a slight reprieve, but it was short-lived. Griefer and his friends got into a fight, which led to yet another expulsion letter to bring home. Great. Just what he needed. Another lecture from his dad about how “Brad, you can’t keep acting like this. This isn’t who you are. You need to—” Blah, blah, blah. The familiar talk he’d heard a hundred times. The remaining three hours of school went by quickly after that, but by the time he was finally free, he was completely drained.

After school, he found a spot on the stairs and busied himself with a random game on his phone, waiting for something—someone—to make the day better. And then, there you were. The moment he saw you, his heart raced. He nervously shoved his phone into his pocket, suddenly flustered by your presence. He stood to greet you, placing a trembling hand on your waist before leaning in for a kiss. Instantly, the tension left his body, and he felt a bit more at ease.

"UH... H1, B4B3."

You and Griefer had been dating for about two months, but he had been crushing on you for four years. Even now, with you officially his, he still wasn’t used to the feeling. After some small talk and wandering around town together, you both decided to head back to his place. He casually mentioned that his dad had a meeting at city hall and wouldn’t be home until around nine. It was just you and him, alone for the evening.

Once at his house, Griefer grabbed a couple of Bloxy Colas and some snacks before leading you up to his room. He shut the door behind you both and flopped onto his bed, signaling for you to join him. The afternoon was peaceful—lazy in the best way. You chatted, played some games, and even watched a movie, which Griefer spent most of the time criticizing despite being the one who had picked it. Now, as the evening settled in, Griefer lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. His hand moved gently, rhythmically, up and down, soothing you while he ranted about how bad some game was. You half-listened, enjoying the comfort of his touch.

Eventually, he turned onto his side, hesitantly moving his hand to your cheek and brushing his fingers across your skin. A few seconds later, he slid his hand to your chin, his voice soft.

"Y0U L00K G00D, Y'KN0W TH4T?"

Nervously, he leaned in, bringing your lips to his. The kiss was tender, full of care, and as his hand drifted from your waist to your thigh, pulling it onto his leg, the kiss grew sloppier, more passionate. You both broke apart for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, before Griefer, slightly embarrassed, brought your chin back toward him, kissing you again. This time, he shifted you on top of him, his hands roaming from your waist to your hair, to your arms, exploring every inch of you. The kiss deepened, becoming more heated, and soon Griefer was sitting up with you straddling his lap, his hands running rapidly along your body.

Things were getting intense—his shirt was halfway off when—

"Hey brad,I'm hom—"

Griefer froze mid-motion, his heart nearly stopping as his dad, Mayor Thaniyel, walked into the room. The poor old guy looked like he was about to have a heart attack, seeing his son half-naked with you sitting on his lap.

"D4D!" Griefer shouted, scrambling to pull his shirt back on while his dad, wide-eyed and clearly mortified, quickly closed the door.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I’m so sorry!" Mayor Thaniyel stammered from the hallway, his voice echoing as he practically sprinted away to another part of the house.

Griefer, flushed with embarrassment, immediately turned to you, apologizing repeatedly while you tried to calm him down, assuring him it was fine. After you left the house, Griefer had to endure his dad apologizing at least 20 more times before awkwardly standing beside him for what was probably the most humiliating moment of his life. His dad, after taking a deep breath, said, “Brad, we should probably talk about protection before—"

"0H MY G0D, D4D!" Griefer groaned, cutting him off mid-sentence before storming back to his room, leaving his dad standing there, red-faced and stammering for words.

grrr i love griefer,anyways!! PLS DONT TAKE THE "PROTECTION" ONLY AS LIKE,FEMALE ANATOMY PROTECTION PLS!!!! i mean it as protection in general with any gender alr...uh so erm yeah i love griefer a lot and senior year griefer sounds funny to me,i want to hold him yall

[dediezzyyy]

Arranged married life...

Cw: Cursing, angst, crack, one-sided love, fem!Atreides reader, jealous!Feyd, reader is hinted to be asexual, Feyd is down bad, reader is secretly a silly goose, mentions of violence/murder.

A/n: I am so sorry for neglecting this piece😭 and I genuinely have no idea what this is.

Tags: @peggyao3

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen did not get "jealous." There was no need to since the both of you were married. You belonged to each other, and absolutely no one dared to come in between your arranged marriage.

And so, he believed he did not need to worry about things like that; and it's not like you were infatuated with anyone, anyway. (Yes, that includes him, unfortunately.)

You were rather... odd, in some way. You loved, yet you did not lust. You want to have intimacy with someone, but the kind of intimacy where you understand someone so deeply that you know what they are thinking. And Feyd admired that about you, for somewhere deep inside of him, he felt the exact same way.

You were not in love with anyone, as you would rather frolic in the flower fields and gardens with all of those cutesy animals and whatnot. At least, that was what he was told when you lived on your home planet. Now on Harkonnen? You seemed so tense and watchful; as if you couldn't let your guard down for a second.

Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was good that you wouldn't let your guard down around anyone else on Geidi Prime. Yes, that was it! Feyd-Rautha had no reason to worry about you and your marriage.

So why the fuck does he want to strangle the man who was obviously flirting with you?

There you were. Walking down the halls of the fortress as one of the generals from your home planet, Caladan, was visiting for trade matters.

Apparently, this general was a childhood friend of you and your twin brother, Paul Atreides. Feyd could care less, of course, but what really ticked him off was the way the bastard was looking at you.

The so-called look of love he had when he would admire glance at you from afar. The fucking audacity.

But what shocked the na-Baron the most was how you seemed almost too pleased to see the damn general. You even let yourself smile for the first time since you've arrived on Harkonnen.

Why? Why, why, why, why, why?

Why couldn't you smile at him like you smiled at the Caladan?

Feyd is reminded of this once again as he glances at you from afar, observing you walk with your servants to your quarters. Your body language was more relaxed. The bags under your eyes are less evident as your skin has a slightly more noticeable glow.

You were resting better than before, he acknowledged. Pale blue eyes softened at the sight of you, heart fluttering in his chest as those haunting thoughts are pushed away for now; you were more important. You, you, and your sweet smile and kind eyes.

Eyes that were now staring at him.

Feyd turns his head towards your gaze, jaw and fists clenching as his eyes darken at the general walking down the halls. What was so special about some weak Caladan?

A shy small smile made its way onto your face as you waved at your childhood friend, your shoulders slowly relaxing as the guard waved back. Aleskander breaks into a grin.

Feyd wishes he could break the pathetic bastard's neck.

Aleksander watches you with soft eyes, his breathing becoming slightly uneven at the sight of you walking down the halls. You were alive and well. That was all that mattered.

Your handmaidens stare at you in surprise, glancing at the strong general as they whisper questions in your ear. One of them gives you a small smile as she mutters something to you, making you flush in embarrassment and nod in approval.

Feyd does not approve of this at all, in fact. Yet for once, he restrains himself from doing something rash until he has a reason to do so. You are in the area, and he cannot risk driving you away because of his so-called 'jealousy'.

And so he waits; waits like a predator, counting the seconds before it can slaughter its prey.

The Caladan general slowly approaches you, bowing before he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the back of your palm.

Feyd-Rautha starts to plan out how he is going to murder the fucking bastard.

Cold ice blue eyes steel towards your figure, glistening in hidden shock as he sees the flustered look in your face as you show a small toothy grin. Something that makes both men's hearts flutter quicker than before. The Harkonnen cannot hide the way he is fascinated by the look on your face, similar to what he believes is heaven.

You're more relaxed. Slightly happier than before, therefore Feyd cannot destroy that. He refuses to get rid of whatever makes you feel joyful. He fucking hates that you seem to care about the general, therefore making him untouchable.

Feyd cannot kill the Caladan, (yet) so he does what he does best next.

He lies and manipulates.

The na-Baron slowly strides through the halls, observing the way your eyes widen in surprise as well as how the general fixes his posture quickly.

"Rabban requests your presence, general. He says it has a matter to do with whatever you came here for," Feyd speaks, eyes slightly rolling as he circles closer. The Harkonnen opens his plush lips to speak again, feigning innocence as he squints his eyes and points his index finger in the air. "I believe he said something along to do with the spice trading."

Ice blue eyes narrowed on the Caladan man as he watched with pleasure on the way the general's eyes widened in slight fear. Feyd's lip quirked slightly, enjoying how the general seemed more tense now that he was in the room.

Good.

The general spares a glance towards you before nodding his head and bowing to leave. And just like that, the tension between you two was back to normal.

Not so good.

Feyd huffs in annoyance.

You avert your eyes out of fear respect, and bowing your head as your handmaidens bow their heads as well. You acted as if you were a mere servant, and Feyd found that frustrating.

You were his wife, and he wouldn't dare even think about harming a single hair on your head.

So why did you not see this?

Feyd's chest twists at the thought of this, remembering how fucking delighted you were to see the Caladan bastard. If you loved him so much, then why didn't you just marry him instead?!-

"You seemed happy to see him," Feyd grumbles, eyes glaring at the walls as his jaw clenches.

Your eyes widen in shock, a frown forming on your face as you dig your nails into your arm-trying to hide your fear. You open your mouth to speak, but quickly snap it shut when Feyd moves closer to you. Your handmaidens flinch in fear, bowing their heads as they respectfully move away from the na-Baron.

The pale Harkonnen tilts his head in curiosity, arms behind his back as he steps closer-starting to circle around you like a predator with its prey.

"Is he important to you?"

Your stomach drops in dread, standing still as you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You can't speak, you can't. Your lungs feel tight and it's starting to hurt to breathe-

So, you stay quiet instead; quiet like the mouse hiding from the snake.

Feyd doesn't acknowledge the ache in the organ in his chest when you don't answer his question. The question that could cause so much pain to him if you answered yes.

"Will you not answer me, my wife?"

His voice was soft-almost a whisper as if he was trying to calm you from your nerves. His honey-like tone only made you more anxious and fearful in the way it made your heart rate speed up. Was this his way of luring you into a trap? Feigning sweetness so that he could devour you when you let your guard down?

No, no. You couldn't let that happen.

Your voice gets caught in your throat as you open your mouth to speak, trying to decide if he will cut your throat if you say something wrong.

But he waits, waits impatiently as he's deciding if he should just go ahead and kill the damn bastard.

"I-I was only surprised to see him," you say, internally cursing yourself for stammering; a habit you had since you were young. At least what you managed to say wasn't suggesting anything between you and Aleksander, because there wasn't and you prayed that he wouldn't lash out.

Feyd squints his eyes, debating whether or not if he should believe it was merely surprise or not. The na-Baron's mind drifts back to the way the fucking Caladan had kissed your hand, and how he even had the audacity to breathe the same air as you-

But then he notices the distant look in your eyes, the way your head hangs in guilt and the way you rub your arm in nervousness. Feyd is reminded that you are a foreigner on this planet, and how you barely manage to communicate with your family back on Caladan.

The Harkonnen stops circling you, standing next of you as a way to intimidate you less. He notices the way you exhale slightly, feeling slightly less tense even with your guard up.

You feel more vulnerable when there's someone in front of you, facing you and staring straight into your eyes. You can't run away if you're facing someone, you believe it's rude. If they stand in front of you, then they are confronting you, they want your entire focus and attention on them. You can't meet their gaze, it feels too close, too intimate-

So, Feyd stands by your side instead.

You clear your throat, eyes slowly gazing upward to meet his-and they're looking right into you. His pupils are dilated, and you never truly spent the time to realize how unique the color of his irises is. You squint, trying to see better under the dark lighting of the Harkonnen palace. His eyes remind you of oceans, the ones filled with cold and ice.

You don't notice how your handmaidens glance at each other knowingly, shuffling away but still remaining close enough if you need them.

You snap out of your trance, blinking as you clear your throat with an awkward grunt. You stare at the floor beneath your feet, hands clasped together as you try to think of something to say.

It's awkward again. Too awkward. You've just had a silent staring contest with your arranged husband, who is also one of the most dangerous and feared men in the universe. And here you are, trying not to overthink on what to say as you don't want to embarrass yourself or offend your arranged husband.

Same husband who could possibly kill you in one move.

Yeah, you definitely got this, the internal you says as she gives you a lazy grin and a thumbs up.

"Why does it matter to you, na-Baron?"

The silence is deafening as the tension in the air grows thick.

Feyd's jaw drops shock, staring at you as if you've just slapped him in the face.

Ha. Ha, ha ha ha ha hahahaha. Was it too late to ask for a refund in this marriage yet? Or maybe your existence-

You stare at the halls blankly, already planning out how you want your funeral to look like.

You can tell that your handmaidens are wincing from a distance, looking anywhere else as one of them is even counting the seconds before-

"What did you just say?"

Ah, she nods. There it is.

Feyd-Rautha stares at you with an offended look on his face, as if he couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. Was he just a joke to you??

Ha, ha, you feel like a clown at the moment.

You clear your throat, composing yourself as you avert your gaze, your hand slowly reaching to rub the back of your neck.

"What I meant was-I didn't think that general Aleksander and I having a small interaction mattered to you. I didn't mean to offend you at all, na-Baron-"

Feyd's eye twitched at the royal status. He was your husband, for fucks sake!-

"-and if I did manage to offend you, I am terribly sorry that I did, and I promise that I will do my best to never do it again-"

You were simply talking to him. And if you thought that that was offending him, then that meant you would never talk to him again.

Feyd deadpanned at the realization. Oh, for fucks sake-

"-and I wouldn't do anything to weaken our marriage, I swear! Even if it is just an arrangement made by-"

The Harkonnen's eyes snap towards you, wide with shock as his chest tightens and twists in an attempt to suffocate itself.

"This marriage is not just an arrangement."

Your eyes widen, voice shrinking in your throat as you stare at him dumbfounded. It seems to be that Feyd-Rautha is already seething.

The muscles in his jaw clench, trying to mask the pain he unfortunately feels as he storms off into who knows where.

Your handmaidens sigh and shake their heads as you stand there completely confused. What was he going to do?? Wasn't this marriage meant to strengthen your families together?-

"My lady, if I may-" "Please just let me have a second to think, Nadia. I believe I may have already planned my own death."

The handmaiden sighs as the other four give you looks of sympathy; all five of them feeling pity towards your... situation.

Your hands clench at your sides, crouching down on your knees as you bury your face in your palms and groan.

Why did it have to turn out like this?? Why of all people did they choose you to be here?? You knew it. You knew you should have stayed as an unfertilized egg and let Paul become whatever he was supposed to be-

Why did it have to turn out like this? Why did that fucking Caladan have to come here and sway his wife?? Why the fuck did he have to be himself and scare the love of his life away? Why was he the very thing she feared?

Feyd paced around his quarters, exhaling sharply through his nose as he tried to keep himself from going batshit insane.

He couldn't kill the general because he was here for political reasons, and he seemed to bring a slight source of comfort from you.

The second reason was because of the fact that every time he believed there's the slightest sliver of hope of growing closer to you, he was brutally mistaken as you do everything in your power to stay away from him. Great, just fucking great.

The Harkonnen slumps down into his office chair, running his hand over his face as he sighs tiredly. He hates how it aches. How the organ inside his ribs is greedy for even a sliver of your attention and love; he cannot control it. His black, wicked soul is undeniably and completely yours. You own him, and he will do anything and everything to make you know that.

A few hours had gone by, yet Feyd could not seem to even construct a simple thought without you appearing inside his mind. You looked lovely today. You always do, yet what made you look ethereal was the calmness in your expression-and Feyd-Rautha is suddenly reminded of your wedding day.

A sigh escapes his lips as his heart skips a beat, suddenly feeling the warmth wash over him. You were so beautiful that day.

The Harkonnens' eyes snap open, narrowing at the sound of footsteps meters outside his chambers. His blade slowly slides out from his sleeve, standing up from his chair as he moves to the thick doors separating the halls from his chamber.

The na-Baron raises his guard, the thick walls and doors muffling the footsteps, making it harder to identify the person. Feyd licks his lips, a dark glint in his eye shimmering in the dim light as he clenches his fists in irritation.

Who the hell would even think about coming to his room at this hour??-

A slight stutter in the strangers' footsteps cause him to pause, listening in on the way they stumble and try to regain balance. It's you-sweet and purely you. And for a moment, Feyd is completely surprised by your arrival. Were you lost? Where are your handmaidens? Why did you walk here alone?-

His thoughts are interrupted by the knocks on the thick doors; soft, hesitant, and careful. So undeniably you. Feyd tilts his head to the side curiously, his knife safely tucked in the inside of his sleeve as he approaches the doors.

The na-Baron opens the chamber doors, tilting his gaze downward as he sees you flinch in surprise. You're dressed in a simple nightgown, a robe on the top with your hair braided. Feyd notes the way your eyes blink in shame and how your lip is slightly pouting-oh, fuck, you look so endearing.

You clear your throat, head bowing down in respect, but your hand rubbing your nape in nervousness. "Good evening, na-Baron," you mumble, feeling cautious in the way he looks at you. "I-I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke earlier, I did not mean to anger you. And I promise that nothing is going on in between me and the general!-"

Feyd stares at you for a moment, expression empty as he takes second to register what you said. The pale man huffs, averting his eyes as he cracks the door open wider. "Come in, I don't want you to be out here alone," he rasps, a smooth hand carefully grasping the tips of your fingers as he guides you inside.

Your heart skips a beat at the sudden contact, eyes widening in surprise as you let him pull you inside his chambers. The room is rather dark, and a few small orb lights dimmed while everything else is black... and cold. Why is it so cold?-

A shiver goes down your spine, yet you try to ignore it as you wrap your robe tighter around yourself. Why did he want you to come in here? Did he want to talk? Was he going to punish you? Or maybe you're just being too worrisome because you're afraid of him.

Feyd's grip on your fingers tightens in the slightest, feeling how cold they are as he frowns in concern. The na-Baron leans over to a cupboard next to his desk, opening the drawers while his other hand has a firm grip on your fingers. Instincts shock through your system as you lean back, eyes closing as you fear he might bring out a weapon to-

"I can practically feel you freezing." A soft, warm material is placed in your hand as Feyd stares at you to respond. You blink back, looking down to what was placed into your hand. Oh, he gave you a blanket. Feyd-Rautha just gave you a blanket because you were cold.

You're quick to snap back to reality, muttering thank yous as you unfold it quickly and wrap it around your figure. Your arranged husband seems to be satisfied by the look in his eyes, as he offers his hand for you to take. "I want to show you something," he rasps, voice soft and careful as he waits.

You're hesitant to take it, but then you see the look in his pale blue eyes, the way they show no hate or intention to kill. They're soft, vulnerable; and for once, you decide to put your fear aside. Your fingers tremble in taking his, testing the waters before grasping his hand firmly.

The Harkonnens' pupils dilate, staring down into your joined hands as he gives a gentle squeeze before guiding you out of his chambers and into the vast halls of the palace, a floating orb wakening as it follows you nearby for light.

You remain close, aware of the darkness in the halls and how easy it is to be killed by the guards. Feyd notices your uneasiness, pulling you closer to him as the floating orb slowly trails along the both of you, producing a warm dim light to show your path. Your eyes glance to the side, trying to observe the way the na-Baron remains calm and unwavering beside you. Oh, that must be nice, you think.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's holding your hand, oh shit, he doesn't want to pass out-

Feyd gulps, Adam's apple bobbing as he tries not to gawk at your joined hands. He was supposed to take you somewhere, but now he's having slight trouble recalling to which part of the palace he wanted to show you. The adoration he holds for you sometimes messes with his ability to think.

"What do you do when you're not fighting?"

It was a mere whisper. A question that could easily be ignored by how quiet your voice was. Yet Feyd was always attentive, especially when it came to you.

The Harkonnen takes a moment to think about your question, his thumb slightly rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner, trying to calm both you and himself from the nerves.

"I train. I attend conferences when my uncle wants me there," Feyd states. His eyes glance towards you, noticing the deflated look on your face as he speaks about his daily life. Your shoulders slump slightly. You would not expect yourself to ever feel sad for your arranged husband, and yet-his life seems as if he did not have much freedom at all.

"Do you-do you ever wish you could do something else?"

Feyd takes a brief pause as he thinks about your question, his eyes shifting to the black sky through the windows.

"What else is there to do?"

You pause, somber seeping its way into your heart as you squeeze his hand a tiny bit tighter. "Well, if it's alright with you, na-Baron, perhaps we could share time together?"

Feyd's eyes widen in surprise, and you suddenly realize how naive you've sounded-

"I-I'm sorry! That was foolish of me to think-"

"I would enjoy that."

Your eyes snap towards his in shock, and he simply returns your gaze with a look of adoration. You feel a slight drumming in your chest, only to realize it's your own heart beating in shyness.

Feyd starts to walk again, yet this time he's more relaxed, confident that you'll stay by his side. And not go frolicking around with that Caladan bitch-

"You're my wife, of course I want to be around you."

It's nothing really, mere words that are phrased to seek soft and delicate. But the way he says it seems like he speaks from his heart, and now a part of you is starting to believe he does have ine after all.

You're both quiet for the rest of the walk, enjoying the comfortable silence between the both of you. The halls of the fortress surround you as he guides you to two grand doors. You tilt your head to the side, looking up at Feyd in curiosity. "What are you going to show me?"

Feyd tilts his head downward, eyes softening as he admires your face. On the other side of the door is one of the courtyards, where its location provides a view of the night sky. It is one of the only places where you can truly see the stars and planets. But there is a grand pillar with mirrors on each side in the center, reflecting the beauty of everything the night shows.

The na-Baron leans forward, his nose brushing against yours as eyes glance to your lips; "the world."

Your eyes widen in curiosity, a small grin forming on your lips as you stare at him happily. That same grin that pierces an arrow through his heart every time-

The na-Baron has heard of your admiration of nature and the world's wonders, but his interest is only you; his entire universe.

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Doctor Strange (2016)