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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?: Feyd-Rautha x Reader

A/N: ty taylor swift i attempted to base this fic on your song but then i divulged as normal

tw: 18+, smut, p in v, inkpie, oral (both recieving), sub feyd by which i mean feyd is DOMMED, spit, degradation + praise, one spank kinda, swearing, lil bit of crying, mention of evil baron activities so sa + pedophilia, bit of knife play, tiny mention of cheating but none actually happens, lmk if there's anything else bc lbr there probably is i just forgot it

wc: 3.9k

Feyd-Rautha has gravely underestimated you.

It is true that you are not strong in terms of Harkonnen definitions, but you expected a man destined to father the Kwisatz Haderach to be able to see past that. What was that the Bene Gesserit were saying about superior genetics? You don’t see even a glimpse of that in his frosty gaze when he regards you - he looks at you as if you’re a delicate vase that may shatter in the lightest of breezes. He thinks he needs to fear breaking you.

He misses how you miss nothing.

You are not Bene Gesserit; you are merely one of their pawns, a genetic machination produced from centuries of manipulations and deceptions, but you can read a man better than the majority of their number.

The seething jealousy in the clenching off Glossu Rabban’s fists is like a monster sinking its venom laced fangs into his heart: starkly evident to you - as evident as the barely repressed, parasitic fear of inadequacy that lurks like a second beast within the first. Just the same, the gazes the Baron sends your husband do not escape you. Nor does the caged, wild look that washes over him whenever you leave his uncle’s chambers: the look of a man who inside is still a boy, relief washing over him that he has left unscathed and untouched for another time.

Even more nuanced than that, you see the vulnerability within Feyd-Rautha. He craves to be loved, the way he should have been as a child, when instead he was desired; all this at an age where the most he should have been doing was playing with carved wooden toys at his parent’s feet.

He believes no one can see the last, soft sliver of his heart that he’s fought to preserve, that wants nothing but to have someone to be vulnerable with, just because he’s buried it so deep inside of him that sometimes even he doesn’t think it’s there any more.

But you see it.

You see beneath it too, to a place that he himself is not fully aware of. A place where he hates who he has become - a wild, savage creature, bleeding from wounds that do not seem to close up, slipping in its own blood when no one can see.

It’s from here, from this place, that the urge to preserve you somehow originates. He thinks you are a flower whose petals will easily be crushed in his heavy, calloused hands, and he is wrong; in a strange way it endears him to you, that he believes that he is too rough to hold you. You do not think it is quite love - not yet, at least, it is only the third month of your marriage - but when you see him fighting to not be the beast that he is before you in an effort to spare you, something that is not just pity stirs in your heart.

You can hear him now, pacing, cursing under his breath in the antechambers. Sometimes he sleeps there, on the narrow sofa, and you’ve come to realise it is those nights when he wants you most. Aside from your wedding night, he has made no other attempts to produce an heir, and you find his restraint valiant, but stupid.

He could try as hard as he liked; he would not get anywhere close to breaking you.

Rising from your seat on the small, ornate stool at the vanity, you push open the door to the antechamber and take a step into the room. Feyd pauses his pacing with his back to you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders and the rigid way he holds his body before he turns around to face you. His pupils are dilated, his eyes dark, and you watch him regard you with something too untethered to be restraint.

"Am I keeping you awake, wife?"

You shake your head. "I had not retired yet."

You know he expects you to explain why you’ve interrupted him, but you remain quiet - your silence is as much of a tool as your words. He doesn’t speak either, but his eyes tell you enough; they do not leave your frame, hungry, torrid, and his fingers twitch as if they ache to slip you out of the simple shift you wear to sleep and touch you everywhere, to explore the curves and dips of your body.

Tilting your head, you smirk. "If you wish to give me your heirs, husband, I would advise another method that differs from staring one into me."

"You don’t know what I want," he growls, but his face tells other tales.

Stepping forward, you reach out to him but he backs away. Still, the sheer thirst in his eyes sears away at you, even as his actions fight against it, his fingers closing on the doorknob. His hands are steady, his shoulders too, but the tightness in his muscles betrays him as always. Usually, you’d let him go now, but tonight you wish to see how far he will let you push him before he pushes back, so you snare his forearm in your fingers, tugging at him as he turns the knob.

He doesn’t look at you. "Don’t test me."

You smile, cloyingly so. "Why not?"

Lightly, you trace your fingers down his chest, straightening the fabric of his black shirt while you gaze thoughtfully up at him through your lashes, lips curving upwards at the indecision in his eyes. He fights it, wrestles with the burning need, but in the end, he prevails, transforming it into a streak of anger that colours his voice as he tears himself from your grasp, recoiling as if your touch ignites pain within him - and maybe it is pain, that he wants you so but fears to indulge himself.

"Get away from me."

Feyd-Rautha does not give you a second to do so, because he is the one haring down the dimly lit corridor, his jaw tight, nails digging into his palms. Truthfully, you have never seen him move that fast, not even in the arena, and it almost makes you laugh - the great na-Baron fleeing from his wife and his own lecherous thoughts.

Maybe you did not win this round of tug of war, but he has asked something of you - to get away from him. Over the next few weeks, you follow this to the letter, avoiding him like the plague; you do not interrupt his pacing in the antechambers, nor do you haunt the bedroom like you normally do, asking him questions that he cannot answer. Feyd-Rautha is sensitive to change and you know he will seek the reason for it.

There is a barely cloaked intensity in his eyes when he finally corners you, and under it, you detect recognition: he sees that you are not who he thought you were, and he sees that you are not so different from him - always observing, always planning, and so, mind shatteringly hungry.

You were just dropping by the bed chambers to gather some of your clothes. The night before, you’d relocated yourself to one of the guest bedrooms - you could sense Feyd’s resolve cracking, and you knew that this would break it for certain: coming into his chambers to find them empty, wifeless, your side of the bed damningly cold. Jealousy is clear in his eyes as he backs you against the vanity, filling you with a rising sense of triumph.

"What has caused this change in your behaviour, wife?"

You raise a brow, faking confusion. "What change? I would argue it is your behaviour that has changed, Feyd, you who can barely stand to be in a room alone with me."

He snarls. "Who were you with last night?"

"I thought you wanted me to get away from you," you reply, keeping up your pretence a little longer. "I slept in the guest quarters. You do not reciprocate any of my advances."

"Advances?" He echoes, incredulous. "You taunt me, wife. It’s like you want me to break you."

Cocking your head, you regard him coolly for a moment, letting some of the sharpness of your unmasked gaze leak through, letting him see the calculation in your eyes - you see the wariness it incites in him as he realises again that you are not who he thinks you are. Wordless, you lean in close to him, bringing your face to his, hovering there.

And then you let your arm drop and make a swipe for the knife at his belt.

Fast as a viper, he catches your wrist in your fingers, but you smile, challenge in your eyes as you bring his second blade to his neck. You’d slipped it out while he was distracted with your other hand, and he blinks at the cold press of it to his skin.

"That’s the problem, isn’t it?" You murmur. "You’re not scared of me, you’re scared of breaking me. Who’s afraid of little old me, huh? No one is, Feyd."

"They should be," he whispers, and when you meet his gaze, it sets you alight.

"Indeed," you reply softly, letting your lower lip brush his.

As he kisses you, his hands seizing your face and locking you to him, you hook his knife’s blade in the collar of his shirt and drag it down, slicing the fabric until it flutters to the floor. Pulling away, you take him in - the moonlight planes of his sculpted chest, the broadness of his shoulders, his roiling, keen gaze. This man whets your appetite in the darkest kinds of ways: you cannot wait to ruin him.

Absently, you trace the outline of the tent in his pants with the tip of the knife blade. A breathy noise leaves him, and he freezes as if he can feel the cold kiss of the metal against his skin; you laugh, delighted that he is so mouldable in your hands.

"Get on your knees," you command, seating yourself on the end of the bed.

It’s captivating, his lack of hesitation as he follows your orders. He sits back on his heels, looking up at you, and you can tell that he’s letting you see him like this, you can tell that if he didn’t want you to have him like this, you wouldn’t, but still, you reach out, gently skimming his shoulder with your fingertips.

"All you have to do is say, and I will stop," you say.

He dips his chin. "I do not think I’ll have to."

You smirk, something savage and powerful and thrillingly depraved rearing its head inside you, awakened by the sight of the na-Baron kneeling at your feet. That will be his last coherent sentence tonight.

Pausing, making him wait, you lean down a little, inspecting his features, the ardour in his eyes. He looks at you as if you hold the universe in your hands, as if you hung the stars in his sky, as if you are a  goddess, and he wants nothing but to worship you until he is expended.

You spit on him.

It lands on his cheek, and his eyes widen a fraction. A shudder wracks his body, and he simply stares up at you, breathing heavy, before slowly, his lips part, and he sticks out his tongue, his request evident. You grab his jaw, squeezing so that he opens up wider, and spit in his mouth - the low groan that leaves him as he swallows is fucking delectable.

His cock twitches in his pants when you pick up the knife. Tracing the blade over the shell of his ear, over his cheekbone and over his lips, you marvel at the way he holds still, awaiting what you’ll inflict on him next like a good little toy.

When the metal reaches his jaw, you nick the skin, drinking up his sharp intake of breath and the clench of his fists as the blood trickles down the column of his throat; you catch the droplet of crimson on your tongue, licking a careful stripe up his neck, grinning when you catch his lips in a kiss and he trembles at the taste of his own blood. Feyd is greedy, his tongue brushing against yours as he leans up into your touch, the way his mouth works against yours hot, fervent, pleading.

Planting a palm to his sternum, you push him back, chuckling when he strains to follow you, eyes glazed, lips swollen. You spot a streak of red and swipe your thumb over his lower lip, wiping it off before standing.

"Get up, strip, and get on the bed," you bid him, pulling your own shift over your head.

Feyd scrambles to follow your orders, yanking his pants down, and you take your time to admire his muscle sheathed body; strength ripples beneath his skin, a sweet dichotomy to his weeping cock, rock hard and flushed rosy. He halts his movements, as if he’s pinned down by your appraising gaze.

"For whom do you wait, husband?"

As he turns to get onto the bed, he’s a little too slow and you swat at his ass. A choked sound leaves him, and you laugh at the way his knees almost buckle. Feyd’s ears run red when he lies down on the mattress, and you straddle his thighs, sneering at the way he twists his fingers in the sheets, squirming beneath you.

"Pathetic."

You don’t give him time to respond, instead wrapping your fingers around his cock and pumping up and down fast, and he gasps at your rough touch, his back arching and his hands coming up to touch you - you wave them off you, meeting his eyes.

"No touching," you intone, the hint of warning in your voice enough to render him obedient.

This time, you take his cock head in your mouth. He’s so fucking sensitive, reacting as if the sweep of your thumb down the underside of him and the slide of your tongue over him is mind shattering; it doesn’t take you long to get him teetering at the edge of his orgasm, just for you to pull away at the last moment.

His thigh jolts, weak pleas of your name leaving his lips, gripping the sheets so hard you wonder if they’ll rip. Again, you take him in your mouth, deeper, one hand dipping to play with his balls; you revel in the wretched sound that he makes when you hollow your cheeks around him, your teeth grazing up his length. You toy with him until you think he’s moments from breaking, until he’s writhing upon the sheets, face contorted in pleasure loaded with sweet, sweet agony.

"Please let me come," he whimpers, voice cracking, the look in his eyes crazed, pitiful. "Please."

You decide to give it to him, jerking him brutally fast until he comes; it hits him like a tidal wave - his eyes roll back in his skull, his body tensing, rigid and impossibly taut before he goes boneless, a broken cry of your name on his lips as he spills all over his stomach. A single, ecstatic tear slides down his cheek as his orgasm seizes him, snatching him up and shaking him like a ragdoll.

Lingering at his side, you wait until he’s come down from his high before getting up to retrieve a damp cloth from the bathroom, perching on the bed beside him and cleaning up his come, pressing kisses to the surprisingly soft skin of his hips. One wavering hand comes to rest in your hair, and you glance up at him, biting back a smug grin at the dazed look in his eyes.

"Feeling okay?"

He nods.

"Words," you chide.

"Y - yes, na-Baroness. Better than okay."

You raise a brow at that. You did not specify for him to call  you anything, so this is all his doing; he fidgets beneath your gaze, and you note that he’s growing hard again, his cock stiffening between his thighs.

"Can I…" He begins, but trails off, thinking better of it.

"No, little na-Baron," you reply coyly. "Tell me what you desire."

His eyes scorch you with their yearning. "I want to taste you, na-Baroness."

You smile. "As you wish."

You lean back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open for him. It’s somewhat comical, the way his eyes widen as he sees your slick cunt, and he swallows harshly - you can almost sense his mouth watering. Carefully, reverently, almost, he nudges your knees over his wide shoulders, bringing his face close to your pussy, admiring you. It’s as if he’s testing himself, waiting to see how long it takes for him to break and taste you.

Lurching forward, Feyd groans, low and deep and right against your clit when he laps at your heat, quickly becoming insatiable as his tongue moves masterfully at the apex of your legs, laving over your clit and curving in and out of you. Bolts of pleasure spear through your body, fierce like crackling lightning at the eye of a storm - he is everything to you in this moment. He shatters you, breaking you and mending you anew.

As he brings you closer, your body begins to shake and your legs close around his head; you suffocate him with your thighs, and you can tell he lives for it from the way he fervently grips your ass in his large hands, kneading the flesh and moaning into your pussy.

Something pulls tight within you, deliciously so, and you cry his name in warning, fingers curling around the base of his neck to hold him still as your hips buck, rutting into his face. Dimly, you can see him grinding into the mattress as you fuck yourself on his tongue - the chafe of his nose against your clit makes you shatter, and you fall apart for him with a ragged cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

You’re still coming down from it when Feyd begins to lap at you again, dutifully cleaning you up, and you twitch with the slight overstimulation, hooking a finger under his chin to see his eyes: his gaze is loaded with the heat of a thousand suns, and yet somehow it is also bleary, drunk. A laugh escapes you, and you tug at his hand, encouraging him to lie beside you.

"Good boy," you hum as he nuzzles into your touch. You can feel him achingly hard against your thigh, and you let yourself catch your breath before reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his cock. "Want to fuck me now, hm?"

He nods avidly. "Yes, na-Baroness."

All it takes is for you to half spread your legs before he’s climbing eagerly between them, hesitating before looking up at you for permission. You dip your chin, smirking, and then he’s sinking into you, burying himself inside you.

Voice cracking, Feyd chokes out your name, and he shudders, gasping at the velvet vice of your cunt as it clenches, bearing down on him. Sharply, you rock your hips up to meet his, and this time, a soft, keening whine leaves him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lower lip.

He can barely keep himself from spilling inside you.

"You can barely hold it, can’t you, my little na-Baron?"

His words come out jumbled, his speech scrambled, mind ground to a standstill by the all consuming heat of your cunt; he babbles out protests, saying that he can, desperate to prove he can, stammering that he wants to make you feel good.

Cruelly, you buck your hips up against his again, and a pained sound looses from his chest, but he thrusts to meet you, hips lurching forward, his arms almost buckling either side of your head. Panting, he pulls out slowly before slamming back in, unable to stifle the whimper that tears from the back of his throat when you rake your nails down his shoulder blades, claiming him, littering his shoulders and neck with bites.

"That’s it," you sigh as he finds his pace. "Just like that, good boy."

A strangled noise tears itself from him at your praise, and he fucks into you, frantic, almost feral. Eventually, his thrusts begin to turn sloppy, and you kiss him in order to steal his breath and taste his fervid moans of your name on your tongue as he comes deep inside you.

Pressing a palm to his lower back, you pin him there, buried snugly within your pussy as you reach down with your other hand and rub your clit hard - it takes but a moment for you to come, and he writhes at the cataclysmic feel of your walls fluttering around him, overstimulating him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he comes again with your cunt milking his cock.

Completely spent, Feyd goes limp, and you rub your hand over his back, smoothing circles on his skin with your lips to his forehead. The post orgasm clarity begins to hit him, and you feel him go rigid - slowly, he pulls out, his seed leaking out now that he’s not filling you, and he attempts to get up, but his legs are too weak and he collapses beside you instead, his chest heaving, his eyes still a little hazy, still fucked out, even as he fights for lucidity.

There’s something on his face that cuts at your heart - a look of expectancy, as if he’s waiting for you to get up and leave now that you’ve had your fill of him. Concerned, you reach out, and he leans away from your touch.

"Feyd," you murmur. "It was not too much, was it?"

"N - no," he replies. "I just…"

Sitting up slowly, you look him right in the eyes. He stares back, bewildered, but you press a finger to his lips, foregoing your own fumbling words to instead recite the pledge of allegiance of a Harkonnen soldier to their general; his eyes widen - you know you have hit home. You’d exchanged wedding vows, of course, but these have a different meaning: you see it in the respectful way it is uttered, a soldier acknowledging his superior’s presence.

You pledge to him not only your heart, but your sword - your service - too.

"Wife," Feyd bites out. "Surely you do not mean - "

"I mean it," you cut in. "Every word."

Again, you reach for him, and this time he does not flinch away, letting you tuck him close to you, his breath coming out shaky. Gently, you tip up his chin, planting a chaste kiss on his parted lips, and he returns it slowly, wondrously, no teeth or tongue, just the gentle brush of his mouth against yours: the innocence of it is bittersweet - has anyone ever kissed him this tenderly?

Carefully, you withdraw, wanting to see him, but he does not let you meet his eyes, instead hiding his face in your neck, his lips at the hollow of your throat. You grant him the privacy of not being seen when you feel wetness on your skin, his hot tears tracking down and pooling in your collarbone - his hands ball at his sides, and you pry open his fingers and lace yours with his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Tightly, you wrap your arms around him, holding him with a hand cupping the back of his head, cradling him to your chest.

Your voice is quiet in the still air, but it carries as if through an arena, a promise arcing through the air like a soaring arrow.

"You no longer walk this world alone, Feyd-Rautha."

best believe when i started writing this i did not anticipate the 2x 'good boy's 🧍

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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.

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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.

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I promise you the bed will be so much comfier” — Austin butler x reader

Summary: you are Florence’s bestie and meet Austin through her while she’s on set during filming for Dune :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: fluff! Slow burn, no real romance, friends before dating typa cuteness! I wrote this while extremely tired so sorry if there are typos </3

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Your best friend, Florence, was in the UAE for filming for Dune. When Florence told you she was going to be spending those 5 shooting weeks either in the desert or alone in the apartment they would provide for her, you offered to find some time to visit her for a bit, but it ended up in you just coming with her for almost the whole time.

You settled into a routine with her nicely, though you didn’t see much of her for more than a few hours at a time. Mostly you filled your time with exploring the nearby areas, reading and occasionally visiting Flo on set. It was during one of these days that you first met Austin.

It was easy to get along with his relaxed demeanour, and his charm made it even easier to strike up a friendship of sorts. It wasn’t long before your friendship with him felt as though there wasn’t a time where you hadn’t known each other.

One early morning, you found yourself tossing and turning in bed. Sleep eluded you, and the more you tried to force it, the more restless you became. Frustrated and tired, you grabbed your phone to check the time. 6:14. Florence had long shoot this day and you didn’t want to wake her up any earlier she had to be up. Pushing past the straining sensation the light of your phone gave your eyes, you decided to text Austin, who didn’t have to be on set until the evening.

“You awake? I can’t sleep.”

No reply as you scrolled aimlessly, waiting. Figuring his silence was a ‘no,’ you put your phone down and tried for the hundredth time to fall asleep. Just as the the room fell back to darkness, a buzz beside your head alerted you back to full consciousness.

“I am. Come over, door will be unlocked for you.”

You didn’t hesitate. All the cast and crew were staying in houses along the same strip and Austin’s was conveniently just across the road. You slipped on your shoes and quietly made your way over, the early morning air cool and refreshing against your skin as you knocked lightly before pushing the door open. You found Austin in the kitchen, already making his breakfast and a coffee.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a warm smile, “you look sleepy.”

“Because I am,” you replied, with slightly more attitude than you intended, “I just couldn’t get comfortable.”

You turned to leave, going to curl up at the end of the couch in the living room.

He soon joined you, placing his food on the coffee table. You lifted your head from the back of the sofa to look up at him.

Austin motioned towards his bedroom. “If you want to try and get some more sleep, I promise you the bed will be so much comfier.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, hesitating for a moment.

“Yeah, of course,” Austin said, leading you towards his room. “Make yourself at home.”

You slipped into his bed, instantly feeling enveloped in comfort. Austin closed the curtains but left the door open, ensuring you could rest without feeling too closed in. His sheets smelt divine, just like the way he smelt every day, but softer. And between you and well, you, there may have been some feelings starting to develop for him.

You actually did manage to get some rest, when the sound of conversation woke you. You heard Florence’s voice ask if he’d seen you.

Austin replied, “Yeah, she’s in bed,” nodding towards his room.

Concern painted Flo’s face, “she slept with you?”

Austin shook his head, setting down his coffee. "No, she came over earlier. She’s just having a nap. She couldn’t sleep at your place."

Florence crossed her arms, studying him carefully. "Mhm. And are you trying to sleep with her?"

Austin met her gaze evenly. "No, I’m not trying to sleep with her."

"So, there are no feelings for her? And it’s normal for you to let anyone you’ve known four weeks sleep in your bed?" Florence pressed, her concern evident. She was your best friend, and you did only know Austin a few weeks. She really was only looking out for you, even if she was being a bit pushy for half seven in the morning.

Austin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Right now, my feelings for her are friend deep because that is all I’ll let them be. If she makes it clear to me that she wants me to make my move, then I will allow myself to feel more.”

Florence nodded slowly, her expression softening. "I just don’t want you hurting her."

"I promise, that is the very last thing I want to do," Austin assured her.

Florence glanced towards the bedroom, then back at Austin. "Alright, I’ve got to go. I’m already late. Thanks for the breakfast," she said, holding up the small to-go container he gave her.

"No problem," Austin replied with a warm smile. "Don’t work too hard."

Florence gave him a cheeky nod and grin before disappearing, her voice yelling, “I will hurt you if I find out you try anything on her,” earning a laugh from Austin.

You decided to pretend to still be asleep so he wouldn’t know you heard any of their conversation. Austin took a moment to gather himself before heading towards his bedroom where he thought you were still sleeping. He approached the doorframe and knocked gently. You groaned softly, stirring but not quite waking.

"Sorry," Austin whispered, not wanting to startle you. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"

You shook your head, still half-buried in the pillows. Austin smiled softly, about to walk away, when he heard you mumble his name.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning back towards you.

You reached out towards him, and he stepped closer, thinking you were asking for help getting up. But instead of taking his hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck, insisting on being held.

He leaned down, his strong arms easily lifting her from the bed. You nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go? The couch?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, your hair brushing against his cheek. You laid your head more comfortably on his shoulder, and Austin took the cue, gently swaying back and forth, like rocking a baby. His arms were strong and steady, capable of holding you for as long as you needed him to.

You stayed like this for several minutes, the morning light casting a soft glow through the partially closed curtains. Austin felt a deep sense of peace, content just to be there with you. Eventually, he felt you shift slightly, a sign that you were ready to move. He lowered you gently back down, your feet touching the floor. You looked up at him with a shy smile, your eyes filled with warmth.

"Let’s get you some breakfast,” he smiled back.

A/N: hi I’m back !! I missed y’all 🥹 sorry this is bleh imma bit rusty

[ghostgirl101]

Being In A Relationship With Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

A/N: Yes yesss, I'm back from the deepest depths of the dead, finals kicked my ass earlier but now its almost october and I'll burn any exam paper I see from this moment onwards 😀 don't even question why I used this gif, it pretty much summarises the whole headcanon lmao🖤so enjoy it and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist thing at the end. Keep in mind that requests are not open currently, as I'm catching up with ones already in my inbox for Dune and other dark fandoms.

Warnings: Kind of dark themes, mid violence.. it's Feyd Rautha, idk what to tell you 😐

Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎

☠︎︎• You got yourself into some weird territory with this one 😵‍💫

☠︎︎• If you're expecting any semblance of stability and pure romance, then I'd turn and run for the Dunes to find Paul instead, because this Harkonnen doesn't have an ounce of level sanity in him, and the amount of spiking tension you'll have to cope with on a daily basis is enough to give anyone a literal heart attack 💀💀

☠︎︎• My guesses are that you were introduced to Feyd-Rautha as either a pretty young Bene Gesserit girl chosen to weave her way into his life to continue the bloodline, or he liked the look of you when he was off-world in one instance to look over Spice production with his uncle, and took you back as a trophy because he liked the look of you. So lucky you. 🙃

☠︎︎• This boy is an absolute sadist and an unpredictable unhinged mess, so there's a lot to get used to, and even when you do get used to things, it could all flip and spin just as quickly. It would take a hell of a time to truly understand Feyd-Rautha enough to predict him one hundred per cent and longer to have his trust that you won't run off or try betraying him.

☠︎︎• There's definitely a kind of dangerous allure to him that he uses to his advantage, a smug grin on his face when he enters the arenas, most likely to make kills in your name. It wouldn't be a massive surprise if you became some figure in Giedi Prime to sacrifice the dead to, like some kind of goddess of the kill (ik that sounds dramatic as hell, but i see it happening .-.)

☠︎︎• Feyd-Rautha is absolutely not used to the concept of looking out for anyone other than himself, or feeling anything close to respect and love for anyone other than himself. So the relationship he forces between you and him is a shaky and slow-burning bond that works in its own weird ways and quirks, and adapts to him and him only, so there are a lot of adjustments to be made on your end. Because even though Feyd isn't sensitive in the general sense, he's majorly unpredictable, and one wrong word could set him off. Just, tread carefully in the early days.

☠︎︎• If you want affection in any other way than corpses and bruising hickies, it may take a little while, because he has no idea how to pull that kind of gentleness off, and doesn't necessarily want to either. But if it's something that'll get you to submit to his hold over you more, then he'll come round to it, and when there's absolutely no one else in the area, you might get some actual, genuine passion, though there's always a part of it mixed in with some darker conflict in him.

☠︎︎• If you want attention from him, you've got it anyway. Feyd has his own form of attachment, pretty much an obsession, but it's always tangled in with his desire to dominate and possess. It's a suffocating relationship and tipped-scales dynamic, and the only way you can really get him to see your side of things is by wording it in ways that'll make it sound like it was his idea in the first place, and that the reason is because it'll feel better for him.

☠︎︎• Needless to say, if you're a little firmer and have a dark side to you (i'll make a safe bet that you do if you want this guy x_x) this Harkonnen is a thrill seeker to the extreme, someone always looking to feel something new and raw and insatiable, like the sharpest peaks of ecstasy and adrenaline, so will he try out new stuff with you even though it sounds mental and freaky and dangerous? That's a rhetorical question.

☠︎︎• Despite all the bloodshed and his ruthless havoc in the arenas, taking lives and living for the pain of it, believe it or not, Feyd is actually vulnerable in the least suspecting way. He doesn't have an emotional connection with anyone, because he's an unhinged psycho amongst a crowd of pale unhinged psychos who expect nothing less (and.. have you watched the film?? It's confirmed that this dude has mummy issues, so... i'm just saying, look at this hc's front gif 😏)

☠︎︎• If we're talking romance and affection, just think intense. Intense intense intense, because that's the best way to describe it. His hugs are breathtakingly tight and forcefully smothering, and he doesn't kiss, he full-on makes out with you. Public or not doesn't matter, it's just an opportunity to mark you as his in front of an audience, and he'll gladly perform, so suck up your shyness.

☠︎︎• Thinking of pet names, I see Feyd-Rautha calling you either by just your true first name and having everyone else address you just by your general title, or using other typical nicknames he'd use with satisfied smirks and lingering looks. Maybe his dearest darling, because you're higher than the pets he feeds and used before you (apparently they're called harpies??!? idk what the heck lol) I don't see him saying my love or honey unless he's just being a jackass in an argument, because I'm betting my life savings this boy only eats bitter things, and he sure as hell can't define love like you can.

☠︎︎• Feyd comes across as pretty dominant in everything he does, which is right, and even if it's you questioning him, he'll throw a dangerous fit that escalates within a second no one sees, so, again you have to be clever with the way you word things. You physically and mentally cannot be independent with Feyd-Rautha, because he'll break that spirit right out of your soul. Would he physically hurt you? Not badly, no, but just don't push him, because he'll lash out without a second thought in the moment of impulse.

☠︎︎• Again with the independence, another thing that stops you from getting any is how absolutely suffocatingly obsessive he can get, which turns on his possessiveness. You're essentially an extension of himself, something that's peaceful and pure and perfect in so many ways he'll never understand and will always pull your mind apart to try to. So if any other skulking Harkonnen looking to impress you by challenging Feyd himself or devoting a kill in the arena to you, has immediately chosen the slowest, most humiliating death, that you'll probably be tied down to watch -_-

☠︎︎• And if he can tell in even the smallest way that you're drawn to someone aside from him, there's a chance you'll be kept locked up in his chambers for a month or two with no servants, nothing breathing at all permitted to trespass except him, until he's satisfied and you have him wrapped around your finger again. And that means you can get him to do practically anything if it benefits him and draws you closer, like a kill.. to maybe even destroying a whole planet, it's not impossible for him. Once he has his mind set on something, he's a hunter, he's found his target, and he'll go wild until he destroys it.

☠︎︎• He's protective in the way that he will not let you die, or get hurt in any way by any person other than him. If another Harkonnen draws your blood in the tiniest scratch, or hurts your feelings in some way, Feyd will use that as an excuse to wring their necks. You're his to look at and admire and dress up and be close to and make you feel things, so anyone else daring to step up beside you will get knocked down and fed to his darlings. The only time you'll actually see him being doting and surprisingly, cautiously gentle is when he's healing a wound without the audience of any nurses or outside help, an uncharacteristic and uncomfortable silence in the air as he concentrates and gets you back to rights.

☠︎︎• The moments where he'll allow himself to be truly close to you go unspoken, like in the cold hard nights of Geidi Prime, where he pulls you up from your bed and tugs you down the short dark corridor to dump you in his own instead, with nothing else but the need to feel smotheringly close to someone who understands how his mind works. You'll remind him of his mother, and that's all good, so long as you stay by him and with him always, because if you take the opportunity to turn and run, don't let him catch you in the act. There's a 50/50 chance he'll keep you in his rooms for the rest of the relationship, or just straight-up kill you and take in your memories and mind to possess you that way ._.

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Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎 ⊹˚₊‧───────────────────────────────────────────‧₊˚⊹

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[random-posts680]

“•Don’t come looking for me •” part 1

Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/750380195361538048/i-knew-youd-be-backpart-2

Feyd-Rautha x reader

A/n: this is a Drabble I’ve been working on for the past week and I will most likely make a part two!!

Synopsis: You use your job to hide on different planets from a family feud. While living on Giedi prime you catch the attention of the Na-Barron himself and create very close ties with him. The time you have on the planet though is unfortunately short lived, you flee, leaving behind the man you’d, unknowingly made fall in love with you, Feyd-rautha

Other mentions: soft!Feyd, Feyd is obsessed with reader, reader is oblivious, this turned out a bit angsty but part two will tie it up.

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of death, blade to readers throat, blade mentioned, Feyd is a whole warning in himself.

Everyone knew how cruel and sadistic the Baron harkonnens nephew was.

Everyone knew just what he was capable of.

Anyone who’d ever talked to him without being murdered by his own hands would tell you he was truly terrifying and psychotic, a being who is completely incapable of any feelings such as love, vulnerability, gentleness….

Everyone knew that.

Everyone, but you.

You and feyd-Ruathas entire friendship was rooted from a mishap. You were someone from a far away planet who had come to study the ways of the harkonnens on Giedi Prime, at least that’s the job profile you displayed to them.

The day you arrived there, not a single harkonnen payed you much attention and you weren’t bothered by that, going about your business daily, studying the planet, and occasionally watching the brutal battles in the arena.

Not a soul on Giedi Prime had any idea who you were and what your actual reason was for exploring their planet, and you intended to keep it that way. Keeping your existence to a low and never acting out. Your appearance alone already stood out enough among the harkonnens. The last thing you needed was word getting out of your inhabitants on Giedi prime.

Life on the black and white planet wasn’t as bad as many people picked it out to be. You stuck to your “job” and lived peacefully in your guest coordinates. You ate well, slept well, and trained just fine on your own. Until the day your tranquility was disturbed.

That day you and him crossed paths was by far the most chaotic day you’d had on the planet. You had your things huddled in your arms, your com was ringing with a call from your research centre, your mind was thinking of the quickest way back to the guest chambers, yet your feet were taking you elsewhere.

After realizing you were completely lost, you took a bit to calm down and found the nearest bench along the walls of the stronghold and answered the com to update your work place of your progress on Giedi Prime.

Once the call was over, you grabbed your things, and once again realized you had no idea where the hell you were. You let out a sigh as you turned on your heels only to be met with a blade thrust up against your jugular.

Your feet instantly halted.

“Where are you wondering to?” The person holding the blade rasped out. ‘Shit’ Despite your initial panic, you just simply wanted to get back to your guest room, the day had already been stressful enough and you weren’t the type to be afraid of some sick harkonnen who wanted a rise out of a foreigner. ‘First few weeks on this damn planet and I’m about to get slaughtered for walking in the wrong area.’

You knew the harokenns were a driven race but this was just pretentious.

“I’m trying to find the guest chambers, this place is like a maze, I got lost along the way.” You drawled out, keeping the annoyed tone down a notch, doing your best to not anger the male with the blade.

Seconds went by before he withdrew the knife. As soon as he did you whipped around to face the offender and your heart hammered when you came face to face with the Na-Baron himself.

What you didn’t know is that when your eyes met, Feyd-rauthas heart started to hammer too.

The harkonnen paced around you a few times looking you up and down as you stood still, a skeptical look displayed on your face, yet an intrigued expression on his. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Your train of thought was stopped when he came closer to you, his face neared yours, his breath tickled your nose and his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was just inches away.

Moments passed but with each one you felt your facade slipping away. You nervously drew your lips into a line as he made eye contact with you once again. His deep blue eyes held something that you couldn’t read. Your act was about to crumble before him.

A few more seconds passed and it was as if your unspoken prayers had been answered when he backed up and simply walked the other way down the hall. You watched with a perplexed look during his exit.

Once he was out of your line of sight you blinked away the look and shook off the interaction. ‘What the actual fuck just happened’ you were completely baffled. He just let you go, no further questions, didn’t give you any directions, and he had gotten so close?!?

You stood for a bit, conflicted. As for the Harkonnen himself, he was feeling waves of ambivalence.

He didn’t know if it was the beauty you possessed or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity once you realized who he was, but from that moment on Feyd-Ruatha was infatuated with you.

The very next day he had come to find you. He’d looked into your cause and he was determined to be the one to show you the culture of the harkonnens.

At first, you weren’t amused with his persistence and it was a wonder to many how he didn’t just force you into letting him be around you. He was always finding ways to bother you after his duties and training. Being with you exhilarated him, the surge of emotions added a new type of pleasure to his days. He wasn’t going to give up an opportunity like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let any other harkonnen be the one in his future spot next to you.

When you finally realized you weren’t getting rid of him you decided to accept it. You let him tag along on your explorations, let him teach you things about the planet, even going as far as him introducing you to his uncle and brother. (Which ended in Chaos and you two swore never again). Feyd had started to grow on you and you got used to his presence, you even started to enjoy it. It was nice having a friend on the planet, even one who was a blood thirsty murderer, but nonetheless, Feyd was never anything other than respectful and his interesting version of kind to you.

Each day was something new with you, while he was teaching you, you were also teaching him. You and him trained together, ate togther, and talked about almost anything and everything. The topics went from simple things to things that were more intimate and personal. You considered telling him the true reasons why you sprung from planet to planet “exploring,” but you decided it wasn’t wise considering that he may not understand or even believe you. Now, while you recall these memories you regret never telling him that you were in fact running from something.

Surprisingly, Feyd had actually opened up a few times and shared some of his twisted beliefs with you. Even if they were insane you did your best to understand him and point him in directions that would cause a lot less blood shed. To your surprise, he took some of your advice.

He hated how weak you could make him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough of you. He craved you deeply. Everyday he spent with you only made his need for you stronger. The smiles you’d give him, the gentleness of your hands when you would dress his wounds after an arena fight (If he ever had any injuries from the arena that is), the softness of your voice when you would teach him things from your home planet.

It was truly intoxicating to him.

Feyd was incredibly protective of you too. Not letting many get too close to you and always making sure you were unharmed by other harkonenns. Feyd himself had no desire to ever hurt you either, he actually despised the thought of hurting you altogether. It was one of the reasons he didn’t want to force your hand, no matter how badly he wanted his fantasies of you to come true, he knew he wouldn’t take joy in forcing them upon you.

It was safe to say you had worked miracles on him. You were the only being in the entire universe who could bring this side out of him.

Feyd-rautha loved you.

So the day you just disappeared out of no where was a day nobody enjoyed. When he’d realized your absence and was informed that no harkonnen on the face of Giedie prime had any idea where you had gone, he completely lost it. He killed everyone in the room with him in that moment.

He dropped as many bodies as he possibly could that day. Acting as though they were to blame for you disappearance.

He tried to track you, find a trail of where you may have gone, anything to bring you back to him. He looked for hours, not wanting to believe that the trail to your current location was completely cold. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air.

All of your belongings were left in your guest room. Nothing of yours was missing. The only thing that had gone missing the same day you did was…his blade.

The harkonnen thought the worst when he uncovered this detail. He thought of you fighting against some kind of enemy with his blade in hand, defending yourself all alone, while he had no way of protecting you. Feyd had never felt heartache but when he thought of you alone and scared, fighting for your life, it surged through his chest and even put warm, piercing lumps in his throat at times.

There was only one other piece of evidence, but it proved you were alive. A week after finding that his blade was missing he went to your room to search it once again. This time he found a note taped in one of your analysis journals. ‘I’m sorry, don’t come looking for me’ it’s writing was rushed and sloppy.

The harkonnen stared at it before the weight of the situation settled onto him. You had left, you had run away from him. But this also meant you were alive.

Feyds murderous tendencies only grew from then on. He killed for no reason now. Slaughtering anyone if they did something out of his comfort. His anger being taken out on servants, and the drugged slaves in the arena.

Feyd seemed to hate everything other than killing. But the one thing that drove him mad was the fact he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Each night he’d have dreams of you. Dreams of your hair flowing in the geidi prime wind. Your smile glowing as he shows you yet another trick of his. Your soft voice pulling him into a deep sleep. At the end of the day, this was the closest he could be to you. Sleep was his escape and Feyd-ruatha was desperate. He wasn’t ashamed to be lulled to sleep by the thought of you every night. His finger tips wrapping around the sheets when his dreams consisted of times with you.

Feyd and you and never been closer than mere friends but you also had no idea that you were everything to him.

Now, as you float through space months after you had made your escape, you replay those memories in your head. And you make a promise to yourself. You won’t get close with anybody again until you are done running.

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A/n: Guys part two is coming

,I promise, I know this is ended sadly 😭

[andy-15-07]

Beneath the Veil of Fate

masterlist ! pairing Feyd-Rautha x reader

Dune Masterlist

The desert sands of Arrakis stretched endlessly beneath the harsh sun, bearing witness to a clash that would shape the fate of the universe. Beneath the scorching heat, Y/N stood on the sidelines, her heart torn between loyalty and love as she watched her husband, Feyd Rautha, engage in combat with the legendary Paul Muad'Dib.

Spectators gathered around the arena, their voices hushed in anticipation as the two warriors faced off. Feyd, fueled by his thirst for power, exuded confidence as he prepared to confront his adversary. Paul, the mysterious and enigmatic figure known as the Kwisatz Haderach, stood tall and unwavering, his eyes betraying a depth of knowledge far beyond his years.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as the battle commenced, her gaze fixed on the swirling dust kicked up by the combatants' movements. She knew that regardless of the outcome, the consequences would be dire. But she never imagined that her heart would be torn between the man she loved and the cause he fought for.

As the fight raged on, it became increasingly clear that Feyd was outmatched. Paul's movements were fluid and precise, his every strike calculated to exploit his opponent's weaknesses. Despite Feyd's best efforts, he found himself unable to gain the upper hand against the formidable Muad'Dib.

Y/N's heart ached as she watched Feyd falter, his once-confident demeanor giving way to desperation. She knew that he was fighting not just for himself, but for the future of House Harkonnen and all they had built on Arrakis. But even as she wished for his victory, she couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Feyd, be careful!" Y/N called out, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Her words were a desperate plea, a silent prayer for his safety amidst the chaos of battle.

But Feyd seemed not to hear her, his focus consumed by the struggle before him. Every blow he landed was met with a counterstrike from Paul, each one more devastating than the last. Y/N could see the toll it was taking on him, both physically and emotionally, as the battle wore on.

Then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, Paul saw his opening. With a lightning-fast movement, he disarmed Feyd and brought him to his knees, his blade poised at his throat.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Paul emerged victorious, his triumph cementing his status as the savior of Arrakis. But for Y/N, there was no joy in the moment, only heartache and despair as she watched her husband defeated before her eyes.

"Feyd…" she whispered, her voice barely a whisper as she rushed to his side. She knelt beside him, her hands reaching out to cradle his face as tears welled in her eyes.

Feyd met her gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resignation. "I'm sorry, my love," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "I have failed you."

But Y/N shook her head, her heart breaking as she leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. "No, Feyd," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You haven't failed me. You've always fought with honor and courage, and I am proud to stand by your side, no matter what."

And in that moment, as they faced defeat together, Y/N knew that their love was stronger than any conflict, their bond unbreakable in the face of adversity. Though the battle may have been lost, their love would endure, a beacon of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.

[lovemyself-m-k]

A slice of rome

Summary:

On a first date in Rome, you and Austin share pizza and playful banter at a cozy pizzeria. Teasing each other over your food choices, the chemistry between you grows, filled with subtle tension and flirtation. As the night unfolds, Austin challenges you—leaving you both wondering if you can keep up with each other.

No warnings

Fluff

(Its my first time writing i got the courage to post it hope u enjoy it and english is not my first language sorry if there is any mistake )

It was your first night in Rome, and Austin had suggested a quiet dinner after a day of exploring the city. The two of you had just wrapped up a tour of the Colosseum, and now you found yourselves seated at a small, intimate pizzeria. There was something undeniably special about the evening—maybe it was the history in the air, or the way Austin had been looking at you since you’d met up earlier.

Austin sat across from you, a casual grin playing on his lips as he glanced at the menu, but his eyes kept drifting back to you. “So, what’s your ideal pizza?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost challenging.

You leaned back, meeting his gaze with a small, knowing smile. “Just a Margherita. Simple, classic.” You paused, taking a moment before continuing, “Not everyone needs to overdo it.”

Austin’s smirk grew, like he was already calling your bluff. “I don’t know,” he said, eyes scanning the menu again before returning to you. “Seems like you might need something a little… more.”

“More?” You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “What’s wrong with keeping it simple? Not everything needs to be a spectacle.”

He leaned in a little, his voice lowering just slightly. “You sure about that?” His eyes locked with yours, and for a split second, the playful teasing faded into something more. The tension was palpable, like there was more to this conversation than pizza.

The waiter arrived with your pizzas, breaking the moment just enough to let you both breathe. Austin grabbed a slice of his quattro stagioni, taking a slow bite, his eyes never leaving you. “I think you’re missing out,” he said, chewing thoughtfully. “A little variety never hurt anyone.”

You grabbed your own slice, a Margherita, and took a bite, leaning in just enough to match his energy. “I’m not so sure. I think simplicity’s more than enough for me.”

Austin let out a low chuckle, studying you like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out. “I think you’re just scared to try something a little bolder.”

You raised your eyebrows and took another bite, savoring it slowly before replying. “I’m not scared, just particular.”

He set his pizza down, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Uh-huh. We’ll see about that.”

The conversation flowed easily after that, a dance of gentle teasing and shared laughter. There was something natural about the connection, like the two of you were slipping into a rhythm, even if this was technically your first date. With each exchange, the tension grew a little—playful, but charged in a way that only a first date could be.

As the night wound down, Austin leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly. “You know,” he said, his voice a little softer now but with that familiar challenge, “I think the real question here is whether or not you can keep up.”

You met his gaze, your smile just as confident. “Oh, I can keep up.”

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[pxnsneverland]

Something Immortal | Biker!Austin Butler x OC (part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

plot summary: In the gritty underbelly of a city ruled by werewolf biker gangs, Austin Butler reigned supreme as the ruthless leader of his pack. A man of unwavering ferocity, he lied, killed, and stole without remorse, living by a code of violence that defined his kind. Yet, even Austin harbored a secret weakness – his childhood friend Bonnie Barlow, the one woman he had loved in silence for years. Bonnie's father had once been part of Austin's gang, but after his death, she fled the treacherous world of the werewolves, unable to stomach the endless cycle of crime and brutality. For five years, she remained a fugitive from her own nature, until a fateful night when her life took an irreversible turn. Freshly released from a two-year prison stint, Austin returned to his pack, reveling in the debauchery of their den. But his revelry was cut short by a frantic call from Bonnie, pleading for his aid. Rushing to her side, he uncovered a grim truth – in a desperate act of self-defense against her abusive boyfriend, Bonnie had taken a life, awakening the dormant werewolf within her. As the next full moon loomed, she would undergo her first agonizing transformation, a fate she had always dreaded. Defying the pack's ruthless code, Austin sheltered Bonnie, guiding her through the excruciating metamorphosis that tore through her body each lunar cycle. In the depths of her torment, their bond rekindled, blossoming into a love they had long suppressed. Nights of shared laughter and reminiscence gave way to stolen moments of tenderness, their connection deepening with every passing moon. Yet, their newfound bliss was a fragile thing, forever threatened by the harsh realities that governed their world. For Bonnie was branded a deserter, her very existence a betrayal in the eyes of the pack. If Austin's treachery was uncovered, retribution would be swift and merciless.

pairings: biker!austin butler x oc

word count: 2746

warnings/notes: violence, mentions of murder, gang activity

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Return

As Austin pushed open the heavy oak door, the overwhelming cacophony of sound hit him like a physical force. The deep bass of the music thrummed through his chest and reverberated in his ears. The mixture of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke assaulted his senses as he made his way into the dimly lit bar. Flickering lights hung haphazardly above the scattered tables and stools, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the rhythm of the music. In one corner of the bar, a group of men gathered around a pool table, their voices loud and boisterous as they cheered on their game. In another corner, a couple was engaged in a heated argument, their voices rising above the din of the bar.

Jerry Thompson, known as 'The Butcher' for his towering stature and imposing presence, immediately spotted Austin from his perch at the bar. Jerry's muscular arms were adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to come alive with each movement as he stood up to greet Austin. His leather jacket emitted a low creaking sound as he moved, adding to his intimidating aura. With sharp eyes constantly scanning the room, he appeared to be assessing every person and potential threat.

"Austin!" Jerry bellowed with a wide grin, revealing his crooked teeth. Austin returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm and they met in a brief but firm hug, both happy to see each other after so long apart.

"Ace of Spades!" Jerry exclaimed, slapping Austin's back with a hearty laugh. The impact sent vibrations through Austin's body and he couldn't help but grin at his friend's exuberance. His booming voice echoed throughout the dimly-lit bar, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Heads turned, conversations paused, and eyes widened as they caught sight of the alpha in their midst.

"Still got your sense of humor, I see," Austin replied with a smirk. Despite the weariness in his voice, his piercing blue eyes sparkled with a fierce determination that radiated authority. He let his gaze wander around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his pack members and noting the new ones who had joined in his absence. The gang had clearly grown in numbers'.

"The pack's missed you," Jerry said, his deep voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the music. He motioned towards a back booth where a few burly men sat hunched over their drinks, their eyes gleaming under the dim lights. Jerry's eyes darted around the dimly lit room, his body tense with unease. He leaned in closer to Austin, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Things haven't been easy since you've been gone; a few of the newer guys, they don't respect the code... or you."

Austin straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. The tension in his posture was palpable as he issued a silent challenge. "Name them," he demanded, his voice laced with authority and steel.

Jerry seemed to hesitate for a moment, his gaze trailing away from Austin’s intense stare. He let out a deep sigh, the weight of the situation evident on his weathered face. Finally, with a heavy hand he pointed towards the corner of the bar where two young bikers were shooting pool. Their boisterous laughter filled the room, oblivious to the fact that they were being talked about.

“Those two. Dal and Jimmy.” Jerry’s voice was rough and gruff, barely audible above the rowdy crowd. “Think they can run things their way. They’ve been challenging your rules ever since you left.”

Austin’s piercing gaze followed Jerry’s finger and then slowly moved to focus on the two men in question. They seemed hardly more than boys really, their matching leather jackets and cocky attitudes giving off the impression of overgrown pups trying to mark their territory. The sight of them sparked something in his chest - a cold, calculated anger that had him clenching his fists at his sides. “I see.” His words were sharp and clipped, void of any emotion except for a simmering rage that only those who knew him well could detect. With a determined stride, he pushed past Jerry and made a beeline towards Dal and Jimmy who were still engrossed in their game of pool. The tension in the room felt palpable as all eyes turned to watch Austin approach the group of challengers. Austin's body visibly trembles with a mix of rage and anticipation as he approaches the oblivious duo. His broad shoulders square up, ready for a fight, while his icy gaze pierces through them like a sharp blade. The laughter dies down around them as they finally notice the Alpha's approach.

Dal, a lanky man with a scar running down the side of his face, meets Austin's stare with a smug smirk that exudes defiance. Jimmy, shorter and stockier with a wild mop of red hair, takes an instinctive step back in fear and quickly averts his gaze under Austin's intense stare.

With a voice full of authority and malice, Austin addresses them. "You got a problem with my rules?”

Dal's smirk twists into a snarl as he leans back against the pool table, crossing his arms over his chest in challenge. "Our problem ain't with your damn rules, Butler," he spits out Austin's title with contempt. "Our problem is with you.”

The pool stick falls from Dal's grip with a loud clatter as he stands, his eyes blazing with anger. "You've been locked up for two years and now you think you can just waltz back in here and reclaim your throne as alpha?" He takes a threatening step forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "We've managed just fine without you, Butler. Who's to say you're still the strongest?"

"Is that a challenge, Dal?" Austin's voice pierced through the dim bar like a shard of ice, freezing the air around them. His crystal blue eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity as they locked onto Dal, who could feel his heart rate quicken under the alpha’s unwavering stare. The muscles in Austin's arms bulged as he stood tall, crossing them over his broad chest in a show of dominance

Dal shifted uneasily, almost feeling physically pinned under the weight of Austin's intense glare. The smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce determination that hardened his features. Meeting Austin's gaze head-on, he squared his shoulders and spoke with a steely resolve, “Yeah, Butler. It is."

Without warning, Austin lunged at Dal with such ferocious speed that he was nothing but a blur. The crowd's hushed gasps were drowned out by the sickening thud of Austin's fist connecting with Dal's face. A fresh cut on his lip oozed blood as he lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling with pain and shock.The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension as Dal slowly rose to his feet, wiping the blood away with a shaking hand. His gaze locked onto Austin's, filled with a fiery defiance. Without hesitation, he launched himself at Austin, their bodies colliding in a flurry of fists and grunts. But Austin was a force to be reckoned with, easily overpowering Dal with his brute strength and merciless blows. Each punch landed like a sledgehammer, causing bones to crack and skin to split. The smell of iron permeated the air as blood spilled, staining the floor beneath them. Dal was no match for Austin's relentless assault. A thunderous left hook knocked him off balance, leaving him dazed and stumbling. Before he could regain his bearings, Austin charged at him like a raging animal, slamming him back against the pool table.

Pain exploded through Dal's body as he hit the hard surface, gasping for air as if his lungs had been crushed. He struggled to focus through blurred vision, gazing up at Austin who loomed over him like a giant. With one final burst of strength, Dal tried to push himself up off the table, only to receive a brutal kick to the gut that sent him crashing back down. As he lay there, helpless and defeated, all he could taste was blood and defeat in his mouth.

Austin stood over him, chest heaving and fists clenched. His ice-blue eyes were alight with a victorious glint as he looked down at his conquest. The crowd parted in silence, every pair of eyes glued to the spectacle. Austin’s gaze shifted from Dal to the onlookers, his expression stern and unwavering. His voice rang out clear and commanding through the silence, “Let this be a lesson to all of you - I am your alpha, your leader...and I will not tolerate disloyalty or disrespect in my pack.”

He cast a final glance at Dal, then turned towards Jerry who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines. The Butcher's face bore a grimace of satisfaction; he approved of what Austin had done. Austin slowly walked back to him, the crowd parting to make way for their leader.

"Painful but necessary," Jerry muttered as he draped an arm around Austin's shoulder, "hopefully this little display of power will keep them in line."

Austin simply nodded his agreement, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. However, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He knew that he had needed to assert his authority but the violent encounter left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hoped that no other member would dare to challenge him; he didn't want to shed any more blood of his own pack. But he would stand his ground and uphold order, no matter the cost.

"Well, that was a helluva welcome back party," Jerry chuckled and slapped Austin on the back. The two walked to the exit, their imposing figures outlined by the dimly lit bar behind them. Austin didn’t respond; his thoughts were elsewhere – on Bonnie Barlow. How would she react to tonight's events? Would she be afraid of him...or for him? As Austin sat in his cell, thoughts of Bonnie consumed his mind. She had been his only source of comfort during his time in jail, and now that he was out, she still lingered in his thoughts. It had been five long years since he last saw her, and he couldn't help but wonder how she had been and what she was up to now. Memories of her petite figure and expressive eyes flooded his mind, stirring a mix of emotions within him. Remorse for the mistakes he made and an intense yearning to see her again. His heart clenched at the reality of his situation. He wasn't just a man – he was an alpha, a werewolf. And Bonnie? She was the quiet beauty who had found her way into his heart, and then fled from the violent world he inhabited. Even as he craved to have her back in his life, Austin couldn’t help but acknowledge the bitter truth. The world he ruled with an iron fist was no place for someone as delicate and empathetic as Bonnie.

With a troubling thought gnawing at his mind, Austin abruptly shrugged off Jerry's arm and strode out into the cool, crisp night air. His heavy boots crunched with each step on the gravel path as he made his way to his motorcycle. The machine stood there like a ferocious animal lying in wait, its metallic body glinting in the moonlight.

"Hey, where you off to?" Jerry called after him, but Austin did not even spare a glance as he pulled on his leather gloves and climbed onto his ride. His mind was too cluttered with thoughts of Bonnie, bittersweet memories that brought both solace and a haunting pain.

The engine roared to life beneath him, a low growl that reverberated through the peaceful night. With one last look at the bar where his pack was still celebrating their leader's victorious return, he revved the engine and tore off into the darkness. The wind whipped against his face as he raced down the deserted roads, slicing through the quiet stillness of the night. He welcomed the chilling gusts, hoping they would blow away the weight of remorse weighing on him. But no amount of speed or distance could erase Bonnie's image from his mind or ease the ache in his heart. His thoughts kept returning to that fateful day five years ago when Bonnie had left.

She had vanished into the ether, leaving behind a void in Austin's life that he couldn't fill. No call, no text, no warning. One day, they were holding each other at her father's funeral - her tears staining his shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around her. The next day, she was gone, taking all traces of herself with her. Austin searched high and low, calling every number he had for her and knocking on every door he could think of. But she had disappeared without a trace, leaving him feeling lost and alone. Weeks turned into months, which turned into years. The uncertainty of not knowing where Bonnie had gone or even if she was still alive weighed heavily on Austin's mind and heart. He would wake up from nightmares, drenched in sweat and trembling, his thoughts consumed by visions of Bonnie being hurt or in danger. As much as he wanted to protect her like he did when they were younger, he couldn't do anything if he didn't even know where she was.

The soft purr of his motorbike echoed through the stillness, offering him a strange sense of tranquility as he veered down onto the dirt path that led home. Austin’s cabin, nestled in the secluded wilderness away from town, was as rugged and unyielding as he was. A shabby structure with weathered timber walls and a roof so worn it seemed to blend into the overcast night sky. Sliding off his bike, Austin crossed the threshold, stepping into the austere living space. Minimalistic and practical just like him. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, its hearth filled with charred logs from a fire long gone. The rest of the furniture was plain and functional - a worn-out couch, a small dining table, and his bed tucked into an alcove.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and made his way to the worn-out armchair by the fireplace, sinking into its familiar comfort. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey from a dusty bottle, he stared at the golden liquid swirling within. Each drop mirrored years of torment and solitude that had gradually gnawed away at his soul. Drinking was not his means to drown the pain; instead, it was more of a ritual – an acknowledgement of his broken spirit and an attempt to numb the hurt festering within. The air around him crackled as he struck a match and brought it close to the dry logs in the hearth. The fire leaped up instantly, hungry flames lapping at the wood while releasing whispers of smoke into the air. Austin watched the dance of the fire, his mind lost in the glowing depths as he sipped from his glass. The warmth of the Scotch spread through him, a perfect foil to the cold emptiness he had grown accustomed to. The silence of his cabin was only broken by the sporadic crackle of the flames and the quiet hum of woodland creatures outside. This solitude was his sanctuary and yet it was also his prison cell.

The tranquil silence was broken in an instant by a shrill ring that made Austin jump. He quickly realized it was his cell phone, a device he hadn't heard from in what seemed like ages. His fingers fumbled for the familiar weight in his pocket, almost forgetting it had been there this whole time. The screen displayed ‘Unknown’ as the call persisted, daring him to answer and reveal the identity of the caller. Who could be reaching out to him, someone he had not seen at the bar? With a deep breath, Austin pressed accept and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice came out rough and hesitant.

"Austin," said a soft voice on the other end.

Instantly recognizing the voice that had haunted his thoughts for years, Austin's heart began to race in his chest. The drink in his hand suddenly felt like a lead weight, and he carefully set it down on the small wooden table beside him. His fingers trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the phone, as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

"Bonnie..."

Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!

[sp4ceboo]

NO NEED FOR ME TO HIDE🙏🏾🙏🏾

Bestie, are you going to continue Atonement universe?🥺 I am very curious on how their interactions could look like in the future, now that they have an accurate understanding of their intents

A/N: U ASKED JUST THE RIGHT QUESTION MY FAVOURITE BUNNY, but bc im evil i've made this into a bunch of feyd headcanons even tho no one asked

tw: 18+, smut headcanons (switch feyd ladies and gents), cannibalism (by the harpies), i dropkick everyone with feyd's trauma, therefore mentions of sa and pedophilia (fuck you vladimir), 'who did this to you' because man if that's not one of the yummiest things ever, nightmares, children and pregnancy, also sterility, swearing somewhere probably,

wc: 2.3k

part 1 (this can be read as a stand alone, it's just feyd headcanons)

feyd does everything he can to make up for how he treated you in the first months of your marriage

you assure him that it's fine, that he doesn't have to beat himself up over what he has done, but you still notice the pain in his eyes when he looks at you

he hovers close to you at all times, keeping a hand at the small of your back or pulling you close into his side

it's a strange process, only getting to know your husband in the fourth month of your marriage, but it's a process that you treasure

you'll ask him silly things from his favourite food to his opinions on the carvings on the table over there whenever the questions occur to you

it's late at night, while he's gently cleaning you up after sex or holding you tightly in his arms, your head tucked under his chin, when he tells you the deeper, more painful things

the grief in his voice is so raw as he describes to you how his uncle pitted him and rabban against each other from a young age, how his childhood was stolen from him - you ache for him, for the things that were taken from him before he could even fight for them

you find out about his nightmares soon after that - not because he tells you, but because one happens

you suspect there was something he wasn't quite ready to tell you, but you didn't press; no hands have handled feyd's heart the way he lets you, and you're determined to honour that privilege

a storm howls outside, and you think that the rumbles of thunder were what woke you

you turn over and realise it's feyd, his features contorted with fear even in his sleep, eyes rolling under the lids as he trembles, broken pleas leaving his lips

all you catch is a 'don't' and a 'please, uncle'

something cold slithers down your spine

touching his face, you grab his shoulder, shaking him, whispering his name, trying to wake him gently

a tear leaks down his cheek, and a meek sound leaves him, ripping your heart in two - you need to wake him up, free him from this dream

'feyd.'

his eyes snap open, and in them, you clearly see the expression of a trapped, cornered animal

you say his name again, and he looks at you sharply, unseeing

he's awake and yet somehow he's still trapped in the nightmare; he wraps his hands around your throat, and you gasp, nails digging into his forearms in an effort to wake him up

with precious air, you rasp out his name again, and he blinks, slowly gaining consciousness

his face crumples when he finds his hands around your neck

distress limns his features as he backs away from you, shaking his head, horrified by his own doing

your head spins with lack of air but you reach out to him, refusing to let him slip away - you snare him in your arms, hold him tightly, kiss his face

he doesn't move, afraid to hurt you

you pull back to stare him in the eyes

'i'm okay. i am okay. you hear me, feyd? i'm fine. i'm not hurt.'

he buries his face in your shoulder and when you feel hot tears on your skin, rage simmers and seethes, wrathful in your chest

'who did this to you?'

your voice is dripping with fury; he shakes with a sob, and you run your hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him and the anger inside you

eventually, he calms, and you tilt his face up, gently wiping the tears off his cheeks, waiting

he holds out his arms again, and you oblige him, letting him hide his face in your shoulder as he tells you the substances of his nightmares - memories of the baron, eyes rabid, hands reaching, and it makes you tremble with rage

you crush feyd in your grip, and he clings onto you, his eyes wet, letting you anchor his drowning spirit

the two of you fall asleep twined together, feyd cradled in your embrace

in the morning, you cup his face in your hands and tell him that you will protect him, fight for him, love him until your blood stills in your veins

one of the first thing feyd does is dismiss his harpies from their duties

originally, he was going to get rid of them permanently, but you convinced him not to, telling him you wanted to meet them

to be honest, feyd didn't really understand (he thought you wanted to 'use' them for a bit and was kind of taken aback until you reassured him you just wanted to talk to them)

he stayed in the room anyways, knowing that his harpies could be jealous, but he had nothing to fear

all you do is chat to them, and in the same way you charmed him, you charm them

feyd marvels at the way you reach out to them and connect with them with so much ease, laughing and joking with them, complimenting their pretty eyes and tattoos as if they are your long time friends

from then on, they are no longer feyd's harpies, but yours

they accompany you around the palace and sometimes to court

the latter causes quite a stir; none of the nobles can make sense of why the na-baron's feral cannibal troupe are now dressed in fine clothing and following the na-baronness around

you enjoy their company - they brighten your day considerably, and are not afraid to make remarks a little too loudly in front of nobles

you have to hide your laughter when one of them comments on the scruffy facial hair of the duke addressing feyd, even more so when he stares at them wide eyed, a little fearful of them

in a way, they protect you and you protect them

if a noble approaches you with disrespect, they'll joke loudly among themselves about the taste of his flesh

in the same way, if someone makes a snide remark of their presence, you're quick to challenge it

the perplexed look on feyd's face amuses you to no end when he realises they prefer you now

feyd and the harpies teach you about harkonnen culture

feyd especially tells you stories about how he hunted on forests long cut down when he was a boy, and you love to listen to him, watching his face and drinking in the softer, nostalgic tone in his voice

he shows himself to you in little ways

feyd complains to you about the nobles in the court, how he hates their decorum and their entitlement

he talks to you for hours about different fighting forms, occasionally getting up to demonstrate them to you, and you marvel at the accuracy and fluidity of his movements

he takes you to his favourite parts of giedi prime, shows you the volcanoes and the less polluted parts of the capital city

he tells you the story of every scar on his body, and you find yourself captivated by the look in his eyes as he recalls a good fight

he whispers on your skin promises - promises of love, sweet on his tongue but never cloying, always true

in turn he asks you about your old life, about your home planet and your family

you answer happily, loving the way his eyes follow you, their blue tone becoming your favourite colour

you tell him about the time you visited to see him fight, how you saw the fire within him even then, and he chuckles, enthralled by the idea that even when the two of you were too young to really comprehend what your arranged marriage meant, you were still drawn to each other

he tells you how when he raised his knife, victorious, he spotted you in the crowd - a small girl, her back ram rod straight - and thought you were the sweetest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on

not that you seemed breakable to him; no, he thought you were formidable, too, not even bothering to hide your frown in an arena of cheering, happy faces

it felt right that he would marry a woman who wasn't afraid of him

feyd teaches you how to fight

he delights in the way you grow so bold with him, delivering snarky remarks if he teases you, rising to meet everything he throws at you

you're a good fighter - unpredictable in your moves - and he's immeasurably proud that he was the one who taught you

sometimes, once you're good enough to duel, you'll end up staggering to the nearest somewhat secluded area to fuck

now that you know you're not alone, you're so confident of yourself, confident in the electrifying look in your eyes and confident in the way you make him beg

feyd never thought he'd like to give up control, but with you it's addicting

he trusts you

he lets you ravage him, lets you use him until he's spent, panting, thighs shaking, knowing that you would let him do the same - knowing that you do let him do the same

there's something so raw about letting himself go in your touch

his head spins when you tie him up, your deft fingers checking the knots and tightening the bindings across his torso, making art with his skin as the canvas

feyd is addicted to you in every aspect

he can't get enough of your pussy; he'd spend hours between your legs, pulling sounds out of you that you didn't know you could make

he thinks that the closest he's ever come to heaven is when he's buried balls deep in your cunt while you beg him harder, faster

A/N: i couldn't choose between these two scenarios so have both

EITHER after almost a year, you begin to wonder why you haven't pregnant

especially with the way feyd fucks you

so you seek the help of a doctor - the test results come back a week after, accusatory, damning

you're sterile

your first reaction is to tell feyd, but once you find yourself face to face with him, his gaze concerned as he holds your waist, you can't tell him

you just fall into his arms, staying your tears, doubts crawling into your skull and gnawing at the edges of your mind

you can't give him an heir

there's no way around it

what if he takes a concubine? what if he realises you serve no purpose to him? what if he stops loving you?

feyd doesn't pry about the tests results until the next day when he finds you in the shower, hands trembling and head bowed

he tips your chin up so he can look you in the eye

'tell me what troubles you, my love.'

so you do, with his fingers curled around your waist, the shower water running over your skin

he kisses you once you finish, and it tears at his heart the way you're looking up at him, trying to hide the worry in your eyes as you wait for his reply

feyd doesn't mince his words when he tells you that he doesn't care if you cannot give him an heir, that all he asks of you is to let him love you - it's then that the tears fall, and he kisses them away, holding you close to him

you grieve for the children you can never have, but feyd remains by you, almost supernatural with the way he senses your pain

your gaze might fall upon one of the servant's children, causing an ache in your heart, and within a few seconds his fingers will twine with yours and he'll tuck you into his side, kissing your hair

OR you have twins: one girl, one boy

the girl is three minutes older than the boy

feyd is obssessed with your pregnant body; he always has his hands on you in some way

he gets more protective, if that's possible

sometimes he lies between your thighs, his palms spread over your stomach as he talks to the two of them, and the softness and wonder in his eyes brings a warmth to your chest

feyd is with you when you feel the first contraction and promptly carries you to the midwives

he lets you crush his hand in your grip as you give birth to the lives you've made together, wiping the sweat off your forehead and quietly encouraging you

the first time you hand them to him to hold, he's hesitant, hands fluttering over you as he figures out what to do, but he's a fast learner

there's a fierce protective glint in his eyes when he cradles them in his arms, one that you glimpse when he looks at you too, and within it there's a deep, pure joy

he teaches them how to fight, and yet he's still so gentle with them, laughing as they giggle and cling to him, one latched onto each leg

the girl is how you'd imagine feyd was as a boy: half feral, yet charming when she wants to be, while the boy is a little calmer, more unflappable, and happy to entertain his sister's mischievous endeavours

both love the harpies, and there have been multiple times when you walk in on the twins gaping wide eyed at the harpies as they regale them with old tales

sometimes, feyd will scoop them up, one in each arm, so they can reach up and give you a little kiss on the cheek before he pecks your lips

you think it's beautiful, the family that you've made with him

feyd loves the way you look at him, with that mischief in your eyes, as if you're sharing a secret with him

he loves your sweet laughter, the softness in your hands when you touch him and how you don't shy away from protecting him, defiant even in his uncle's presence

he knows he would kill for you, die for you - he'd do anything for you

you would do the same: it makes feyd's head fuzzy, when you get so fiercely protective over him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you glare at the baron, lacing your words with venom when you address him

you'd stop at nothing, just to protect his honour

when you're after something, nothing stands in your way, and yet you can handle him with such soft, gentle hands, banishing his nightmares with the light tracing of your fingertips on his back

feyd heals in your presence, and you grow in his

your love is eternal

[ughdontbeboring]

Tulum

Heyyyyy buzz cut daddy!

Austin Butler x WoC Reader (but no discerption)

you both are reunited in Tulum and it’s your first time seeing Austin’s buzz cut….

warnings: AUSTINS BUZZ CUT 😮‍💨 and obviously smut

note: im not well so yea I wrote this after seeing Austin buzz cut at 1am on tumblr and everyone freaking out. Some loved it some hated it and I am here for it! I don’t know any man who can pull off long and short AND bald I just don’t. So this is my very horny response to the buzz. I didn’t edit this so oh well. this is not the work I should be working on but i could not control myself after what i seen last night.

Do not give permission for my work to be used anywhere.

if you like it love it fucks with it like, reblog, comment all that good shit! keeps a girl motivated

Also credit to whoever photo this is. I found it without it being credit.

x

Maybe if you were a different kind of women you would feel bad or maybe if you weren’t so absolutely in love and crazy about the man currently rearranging your guts you’d feel something other then what your currently feeling but you couldn’t force yourself to feel bad or ashamed of the completely pornographic sounds spilling from you both. Anyone outside this bed may not even understand how it could be possible for such sounds to be made outside of a porn shoot let alone be real.

Yet here you both were rivaling the best porn scene audio with your shared sounds of pleasure and desire joining the liveliness of the peaceful Mexican jungle at twilight. All it did was turn you on more knowing that people could hear and knowing some guest knew exactly who was staying in this room.

You had only arrived to Mexico a few hours ago. Austin had offered to meet you at the airport so you wouldn’t have to take the hour and half drive alone down to Tulum to meet him but you suggested that he didn’t. You didn’t know how’d you react seeing him at the airport and knowing you’d have to wait over a hour and that’s if traffic was kind to touch him if he was in the car with you. Austin had reluctantly agreed but had used the time wisely to set up the room, give the jungle villa an even more romantic feel with flowers and candles burning. 

Once you entered the villa Austin was on you before you had a moment to register it. His mouth dominating yours and his tongue demanding entrance as his hands frantically felt your body, pulling you up and onto him as you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, rutting against his growing need.

He wasn’t alone in his neediness. It had been a little over a month since you both seen eachother due to his filming Caught Stealing in NY and you needing to help a family member in another state. The moment Austin found out you were done with what you had to handle he extended his stay at the villa and had you come down not being able to wait another week to see you and knowing Tulum was one of your favorite places. Hence the current reunion even more special. 

Before you two could get far you asked him to take you to the bathroom, you needed a shower after such a long flight and his protest didn’t get far when you started to underdress him to join you.

That was some time ago before you both found yourselves stumbling to the bed after an unnecessary long shower and multiple orgasms in the open space concept, dampening the sheets with bodies that neither had the patience to dry.

The coolness of the shower didn’t last long either, not with the way you were at eachother in the Villa he was in for his stay. The AC could only do so much with the open concept, the quintessential humidity of Tulum seeping in the Villa somehow only escalated the intensity of fucking that was happening on the plush king size bed. The humidity causing both of your bodies to become damp with sweat, another shower before dinner with the crew was going to be necessary especially with how well fucked you know you both looked. Austin’s skin hot and flushed under your touch. 

You just hoped his outfit for the night wouldn’t show the marks you left on his chest. The thought making you smirk, his fans would have a field day. Some loved you and some hated you but none of the hate mattered to you, especially when this was your life and it was with him. 

Austin’s forehead laid on yours after a passionate kiss, his nose nuzzling yours as you both breathed heavily. Your lips still touching.

“Please please miss you so much” you cried out against his swollen full lips. You dont understand how your both not passed out on the floor because you haven’t stopped kissing eachother since you walked in the door. 

“Fuck baby I missed you too” he grunts as he drives his large cock into you harder while kissing all over your face softly. The difference in the tenderness and harshness sending you spiraling. 

“Yea daddy? Fuck you missed me?” You manage to get out. Your brain starting to go empty with anything other then the sound of Austins voice and the feel of him deep inside you. 

“Yea” he says with a little breathless chuckle. “Missed your pretty smile, your cute laugh and miss holding you” he says as he watches your face closely. 

“Fuuuuuckkk” you moan out completely overwhelmed by him and his words in this moment when you’re getting fucked within an inch of your life. How he can think straight is beyond you. 

“Miss how you cry when I’m fucking this tight little pussy just right” he says as his voice deepens along with the deep push of his thick cock that has somehow started to hit a new angle. 

“Oh shit….please please missed your big cock so much!” You cry out loudly as your eyes start to water, you know your only moments away from them falling. 

When he pushes your legs further back you can’t help the scream that rips through you. You’re so gone to the drag of his large thick veiny cock digging you out you hadn’t even notice him put a pillow under you to help him hit deeper at a different angle that has you going blank.

“Yea baby? Missed my big cock huh?” He teases his bright blue eyes watching you as he bumps his nose with yours to try and get you to focus on him.

When your eyes finally open again you feel your breath hitch. You don’t know why just now but it’s like you’re finally noticing his buzz cut and your cunt clenches him in an even tighter vice grip that has his hips off rhythm for a moment.

“Shit” he curses under his breath at your wet grip. He’s always thrown by how it’s even possible for you to be any tighter around him even after all the times he’s fucked you completely open on his cock.

You can’t stop yourself when your hands let go of the pillows that were your poor choice of an anchor before your freshly done nails are running over and down the back of his freshly buzzed hair. 

When he played Feyd you guys had a go in his trailer and it was risky and quick which made you both cum even harder. Once you both realized the effect of the bald cap after he filmed his opening scene you had managed to make it to Budapest for just in time to watch. You both were in his trailer when he noticed that look in your eyes. You were bent over the make up vanity within moments. The door wasn’t even locked when he gripped your hair to steady you as his cock plunged into your warmth. You barely escaped his assistant catching you both. 

But this was real and you didn’t have to worry about running the bald cap. 

“Soooo fu-fucking handsome” you said as your nails continue their exploration of the new very real cut. 

The sensation of your nails over his sensitive scalp, along with your wet grip and that completely fucked, loved up look in your eyes sends him hurdling over the edge. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He groans loudly as his forehead drops closer to yours.

His buff body suffocating you in the best way with his warm weight pressing you further into the bed. You can’t take it and you want to cum with him so you tighten your legs around his waist. 

“I need it, please I need it so bad daddy, wanna be full of you” you beg as you watch his face overcome with pleasure. “Wanna be so full I’m dripping your cum down my thighs all night in front of everyone” 

Austin can’t hold back any longer especially when you say such nasty shit like that to him while he’s deep inside of you. You both have dinner plans with the crew in about an hour if he’s even guessing right and the thought of you being so full of him around everyone, just dripping his cum because your his completely sends him under a tidal wave of pleasure. He wants you to cum with him again even if he can’t remember at the moment how many he’s giving you since you walked in so he angles his hips just right so he’s pushing into you and rubbing against that pretty pearl of yours. 

He can feel himself let go inside of you and he can’t pull his eyes from your face. Your staring right back at him, he can tell when you feel him emptying inside of you. You get this look he knows well and then the look and shake of your body as you start to cum right in time to join him to ride it out. Your cunt fluttering around his length.

When he nears the end of his, his sweaty face drops into your shoulder as his hips continue short hard thrust into you to ride out the end of both of yours pleasure. He groans as he bites your neck, his large hands slipping under you and gripping the globes of your ass to get a better handle on just how deep he’s fucking into your warmth. The squeals and gasp coming from you after every punch into your cervix causes his own release to prolong until he’s completely spent and empty. 

It’s moments of just harsh breathing and the sound of the Tulum jungle coming more alive with the setting sun that can only be heard. 

With your hands still absentmindedly rubbing his head softly you feel his soft full lips trail up from your shoulder to your ear nipping softly before his face pulls back a bit to look at you look and smile lazily. 

You felt your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know anyone luckier than you. Here you were in the magical Mexican jungle of Tulum on the receiving end of such a beautiful and loved up smile paired with the most beautiful and soft blue eyes being warmed under the weight of such a perfect buff body with a cunt full of cock and leaking cum. Feeling completely satisfied and loved. 

your thumbs rub softly over the roundness of his flushed cheeks.

“Another shower?” he rasps deeply with a soft smile.

“Yea” you say breathlessly, “but just shower, I’m so sore and we’re gonna be late to meet the crew for the finale dinner” you say. You’re trying to be strong but when his cock is still inside of you even if it’s soften and he’s giving you that look you’re not sure if you have the strength to deny him. 

He smiles before pecking your lips and removing himself slowly from inside of you. You can’t stop the grabby hands that make him chuckle as he pulls away from you.

“Don’t worry baby let daddy do all the work this round” he says smugly before he winks at you. 

The prefect moment with the most perfect person.

X

X

I am completely unwell yall I need this man so bad

[delicioushottubpeanut]

I didn't get it before, and I didn't think I would get it now but... Austin butler is so hot in dune part 2?? WHAT DOES THAT SAY BOUT ME😭😈

[napkinkat]

I feel like I have outgrown tumblr fics

I need something that’s MORE than 3k words. that is a snack and it is not satisfying my starvation I NEED MORE

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I’m right here.” — feyd rautha x reader

Summary: you get injured while combat training and Feyd kills your instructor for causing it

Pairing: feyd rautha x fem!reader

Word count: 884

Warnings: Feyd fluff. Graphic violence, killing, blood, stab wounds depicted, probably typos

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You stood in the training grounds, sweat dripping down your forehead as you faced your instructor. Ever since marrying Feyd, you had been keen on improving your combat skills. You were a good fighter already, but Rabban had laughed at you once, calling you a fair fighter. That stuck with you. You didn’t want your fights to be fair. You wanted to be ruthless and brutal like the Harkonnen were known for. Feyd insisted that you did not need improve and that he would never let you be caught in a situation where you’d ever need to employ your already strong combat skills. Feyd as a husband though, was incredibly doting and indulgent, and whatever his wife wanted, he made sure his wife got.

Your fighting instructor was one of the (particularly stern) Harkonnen wards. Feyd liked to attend your training sessions whenever he could. He watched from the sidelines, two of his subordinates either side of him, his arms crossed over his chest as he observed your every move. He monitored your progress, but more importantly, was there also in case anything happened to you.

“Again,” the instructor barked, lifting his dagger to strike.

You ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding the blow. Your heart raced as you lunged at him, your own blade flashing in the sunlight. The Harkonnens were known for their ruthless fighting style, and you couldn't afford to be caught off guard.

You parried his attack, the clang of metal ringing out in the arena. The dance of combat ensued, each strike and parry leaving Feyd impressed. As you sparred, you felt a sharp pain in your side. A piercing shriek rang from your lips, you cried as you reeled over in pain, the sound echoing off the walls of the arena as you stumbled to the ground. Feyd was by your side in an instant, getting you onto your back, cradling your head in his lap. You screamed and cried, your vision swimming with tears as you fought to stay conscious.

“Just breathe,” he murmured in between your screeching, “just breathe.”

The sound of your cry, especially one of pain, was the worst sound he could ever be subjected too. Like how a mother reacts to her baby’s cry, it was horrid, not because of your voice, but because he felt this unyielding compulsion to put an end to its cause in an instant.

He had one hand at the top of your head, holding it steady against his thighs. The other hand, he had firmly gripped on your chin, holding your head so you wouldn’t catch a glimpse of your wound, your vision pointed directly up at his face. Feyd knew that your injury was not that deep, nor in a fatal position. He knew he wouldn’t have made so much of a peep if he received the same one. If you were his student he would have punished you for reacting to your wound. That was irrelevant, though. He didn’t need you to be as good of a fighter as him. He just needed you to be okay.

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. The pain was intense, like a searing hot knife cutting through your flesh. You could feel the warmth of your own blood seeping through your training clothes.

As the sound of hurried footsteps of medics and doctors approached, Feyd's demeanor shifted, his gaze hardening into steel.

"You are okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I’m right here.”

He rose to his feet, his movements fluid and purposeful as he approached your instructor with a rumbling snarl.

"Women are not fighters," he spat as Feyd approached him.

“You commit treason,” Feyd growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You are weak."

With a swift motion, Feyd drew his blade, the metal glinting ominously in the light. Before anyone could react, Feyd struck, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Blood sprayed across the arena as the instructor's throat was slit open, a gurgled scream escaping his lips before he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Feyd stood over the instructor's lifeless body, his blade still in hand. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of fear in them. But then it was gone, replaced by a fierce determination.

“You will heal quickly, you are strong. I will protect you,” he said, his voice fierce.

And you knew he meant it. Feyd Rautha, the Harkonnen heir, had just killed one of his own to protect you. You had been cut free of your clothing, your wound was tended to, cleaned and stitched up and injected with pain killers in a matter of minutes, exactly the way the Harkonnen medics were trained to do. Feyd watched over as they did so. You could feel his hand on yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“I'm here,” he murmured. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. He shook his head, arguing your apology.

Feyd was right, you did heal quickly. With his care and the help of healing baths, despite them being slightly disgusting. Feyd also made the decision that when you had healed, he would be your mentor, as he no longer trusted any of his wards to be.

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my secret to combatting writer's block (especially when writing something really dark) is to switch it up and write a bunch of fluffy drabbles involving the same characters. I uhhhh have a lot of Feyd x Laera fluff drabbles that have absolutely nothing to do with BMGWMBGG. I'm thinking of maybe posting them here? There would be, like, zero context lol