#incorrect feydpaul

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Feyd: I'm gay, Atreides.

Paul: Sorry, was the way you looked at me supposed to be straight?

(x)

[letsduneit]

feyd-rautha, after paul used the voice on the reverend mother: i could take him the emperor: yeah, in a fight, right? feyd-rautha: the emperor, quietly: in a fight, right?

[derp-atreides]

Chani: make love not war

Feyd & Paul: *stop fighting, start making out in front of a bunch of fremen and other people*

Chani, Stilgar, Gurney etc: NOT IN THAT WAY!

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Paul: *texting* Wanna come over?

Feyd: You've been ghosting me for 3 months, you're drunk, it's 2am and you just want to have fun, what d'ya think?

Paul: ...

Feyd: *already stripping* I'll be there in 5.

(x)

[letsduneit]

reverend mother: welcome to the "fuck paul atreides" support group, where we gather to say a collective "fuck you" to that stupid abomination. but first, a word from our newest members! feyd-rautha, gathering his things: i think i may have misunderstood the purpose of this group, sorry

[letsduneit]

feyd-rautha, admiring paul from afar: he could end my life right now and i'd thank him for it. the baron, who just listened to him talk about paul for 4 hours straight: i'd thank him too

[letsduneit]

the baron: can i expect your attendance at the next great assembly? feyd-rautha: well, you see, i have some very important training to do elsewhere- the baron: paul atreides will be there feyd-rautha: -but i'm sure i can make the time

[letsduneit]

feyd-rautha one night at 2am: what would you do if you were born a girl: paul: the bene gesserit would have betrothed us. feyd-rautha, perking up: really? paul: i know, it's horrific. i'd put poison in your wine. feyd-rautha, secretly devastated but trying to save face: marry YOU? i'd drink it.

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Paul: I'm going to take you out.

Feyd: Great, it's a date.

Paul: Harkonnen, I meant that as a threat.

Feyd: See you at seven.

(Insp.)

[derp-atreides]

paul: may thy knife chip and shatter

feyd: huh?

/suddenly, his blade just,, detaches itself from the handle and falls onto the ground with a *cloink*/

feyd: ...fuck you! that was a birthday gift!