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[insanitykeepsme]

My Poems are Like a Dagger - a Feyd Rautha x Reader fic.

Also posted on AO3 - Here

SUMMARY -

An arranged marriage is the last thing Feyd Rautha needs. Marriages are about producing heirs. Political stances.

Feyd was made to kill, to brutalize until there is nothing left. There is no room for anyone else in his mind.

So when his uncle broaches the subject, it is not a welcomed one.

TAGS - Not Canon Compliant, AU, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, OOC Feyd, Feyd Rautha has issues, Feyd needs a hug, Blood, minor gore, Minor Character Death, tags will update, This May Get Dark, Marriage, Fluff, Meet cute but not?, I have no excuse for this, This slutty lil bald man has my heart, This WILL get spicy, Female Pronouns Y/N, No Beta - We Die like Duncan

Arranged marriages are not uncommon across the galaxy. In fact, some cultures consider it an honor to have a spouse chosen for you. On Geidi Prime, it is not, at least not to Feyd Rautha. 

Feyd is a warrior, he is someone who has been brought up to kill, to conquer, fight to death and leave no survivors. He is only 19 when his uncle broaches the subject for the first time over a rare family dinner. His elder brother Glossu does not look him in the eyes as the one-sided conversation starts. 

“There are plenty of wonderful women who would be thrilled to marry you,” the Baron explained as he continued to stuff his face with food. Feyd feels his fist tighten until the blood stops running to his fingers. “In fact, I have one in mind already. She comes from a very nice family, a good bloodline. She’s very skilled in the Bene Gesserit from what I’ve heard, she’ll make an excellent bride for you, Nephew.”

Feyd clenches his jaw at every word his uncle says. A wife? He was taught that love was always a weakness, something that would hinder him. The only thing she’d be used for was children, and that thought annoyed him, he doesn’t even want children, let alone like them. 

“And if I refuse?” Feyd challenges him. The Baron looks up from his meal and scoffs. 

“It has already been done. You will travel to her tomorrow for your first meeting-,” Feyd smashed the porcelain plate on the table and pointed the broken shard in the direction of his uncle; his eyes wide and furious that this was done behind his back. The Baron did not flinch at the threat, instead continuing his meal much to his nephew's displeasure. 

“Your things are packed, and you are to take three guards with you. While the planet you are going to is peaceful, I do not want you alone. Understood?” He stares directly at Feyd, wild and angry met with a cold distance. Feyd will not be able to say or do anything that will change his uncle’s mind. In his rage, he throws the shard of porcelain past his brother and straight into the neck of a servant. Blackish blood spurts from the wound as his body collapses to the floor, the silver tray clanging loudly as the harsh sound of metal echoes through the dining hall. Feyd’s eyes never leave his uncle’s as the Baron floats from his seat, and turns to leave for his nightly bath.

 At this point, Glossu had fled the scene, leaving Feyd with the corpse of the servant he had slain just a moment before. He stares down at his reflection in the pool of blood. He walks around the body and storms to his room with haste. Upon entering the room, sure enough his things have been packed. Hanging on the wall for him is a dark blue robe to wear over his clothes tomorrow, something from his betrothed’s home no doubt. He holds the soft fabric in his hands; it is not smooth like silk, but instead feels like a light linen. Feyd feels the back of his calves hit the frame as he ungraciously falls back onto his bed. Marriage. Marriage is something that is never for love in this world, only for political benefits and continuing/creating powerful bloodlines. Marriage is for show, to tell people not to mess with your tribes. Marriage is for children, something that he will begrudgingly have to participate in. He does not want this. 

He tries to imagine the woman he is going to marry. He imagines her ugly, so it would be easy to ignore her. Maybe she is mean and rude, or maybe she will just cower in his presence, something Feyd is used to on a daily basis. He sighs, turning on his side as he starts to drift into a dreamless sleep.

But then, he dreams of you. 

He sees you clearly, you’re sitting next to him on a blanket in a green field. Feyd doesn’t think he has ever seen this color before, it is bright and vibrant and sways in a warm breeze. Your hair is braided back and moves gently as you point to something. He cannot follow your gaze, he is only fixated on you. As you turn to face him, your smile is the only thing he sees before he is awoken by loud knocking. 

Feyd startles out of bed and opens the door in a rush to see his brother. Glossu stands tall and alert, looking his younger brother up and down rather curiously. 

“I’m here to make sure you are awake. You’re departing in an hour. The guards are on the way,” he announces. Feyd seems to glare into his soul before slamming the door shut in his brother’s face. He leans against the door and lets out a frustrated sigh. 

The departure from Geidi Prime happens in a blur. Feyd is silent in his goodbyes, the Baron explains that while traditionally the woman comes to the man’s home, he is to travel there for an extended time as per their customs. He grinds his teeth as his uncle bores on and on about the planet. It is luscious, beautiful green grass and vast oceans to explore, the exact opposite of his home. By the time Feyd reaches the transport, he’s grateful that he doesn’t have to listen anymore. He relishes in the silence for the time being, as he’s sure he won’t be getting much once he reaches his destination. 

True to his uncle’s word, the planet is breathtaking. Feyd steps off the carrier and is almost speechless at the scenery before him. It’s a small bluff on the coast of the ocean, the color similar to the robe he was given. The sand under his feet brings him some small bit of comfort as the sea breeze hits his nose. It’s salty and cool, something he is not accustomed to and he immediately feels out of place. Further solidifying this feeling, two people come out of a nearby gazebo to greet him. Their clothes are a soft purple linen, a similar material to Feyd’s welcoming robe. There is an older man, his hair graying on the sides and a thick mustache under his nose. The person next to the man is wearing a hood or veil, so it is impossible to see their features. The man steps forward a few paces, his skin is slightly wrinkled and tan, but he has a warm smile as he holds his arms out wide. 

“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha-Harkonnen, it is an honor to have you here on Lernaeus. I am Lord Alfor Linneus, and this is my daughter, Y/N.”

He watches as you remove your hood and grace him with your elegant features. He is awestruck as you look up at him, wide doe eyes and such soft features. You are nothing like what he envisioned in his head; you do not cower before him, but rather you smile. It is a genuine smile and he has never seen anything like it before.

“Na-Baron, it is an honor to meet you,” you profess to him. 

He is doomed.

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