#laera druegelle

[inkwingsinc]

HARKONNEN FLEETING YARD

[ meet the setting ] In a shadowed hangar deep in the Harkonnen spacing hall, a woman in betrothal chains stands defiant before the furious Na-Baron.

“I’ve had my fill of concubines in the past. I kept them naked and wanting, but by the time I slaughtered them, I was done with entertaining such petty relationships. If I wanted to keep you around to function as a tight little hole to shove my cock into, then I’d do so. But you’re too precious to be just a toy. I won’t let you have a say in the matter, but you are mine, Laera Druegelle. If I want you in these chains—you’ll wear them. If I want you in these chains and nothing else—then that’s what I’ll have. Do you understand?”

"Your display of favor insults me."

Find the story on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54217396/chapters/137290048

[trulygreatfanfiction]

[DUNE]

Bit My Gun With My Black-Gold Gums

Just like a snake shedding its skin, Feyd-Rautha was morphing into his true self before her.

There was a darkness in him that couldn’t help but rise to the surface.

by InkwingsInc

Mature

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[pugetprincess]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen // Laera Druegelle

bit my teeth with my black-gold gums by @inkwingsinc

[inkwingsinc]

Chapter 18 posting within the next hour. Harkonnen betrothal chains, anyone?

[inkwingsinc]

Darkfluff Outtake #1: bit my gun with my black-gold gums

[ this is a drabble outtake from my ongoing darkfic, still might sneak it into the story somewhere ]

Fandom: Dune

Character Focus: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Female OC (established relationship)

Parent Fic Rating: Explicit (written by an adult, for adults)

Drabble tags: domestic "fluff", brief mention of past child abuse, humorous reference to dismemberment, unedited

Word Count: 592

To combat writer's block and darkfic fatigue I write little "fluffy" scenes using the same characters to freshen things up a bit. This is an unedited barebones sample, just for funsies.

Full Story w/ Context:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54217396/chapters/137290048

Scene: Feyd-Rautha has...an interesting taste in music.

The first time Laera saw him put on music had been the first time he’d engaged with anything cultural that could be considered art. He was fond of moving around; often, he’d pace around his quarters while he read the reports his advisors would bind for him, or he’d take to his pull-up bar, or roll easily to the floor to curl himself into endless, controlled sit-ups. He read voraciously, but the texts were always dry nonfiction. He sharpened his blades. He contorted himself into series of endless stretches, rotated through solo training exercises, and would mutter to himself endlessly. Always moving. Always noisy. Constantly following Laera from room to room, never content to allow her moments to herself.

One morning after breakfast he ordered his attendants to bring in a musician.

The House bard was a small, frightening woman who had entirely blackened eyes and wicked, mangled scars roping over the dome of her pale skull. Her fingers were strange, being completely without fingernails, and she carried an instrument that Laera didn’t have the learning to recognize.

The music of Geidi Prime, Laera soon found out, was horrible.

“What is that, exactly?” Laera asked her warden, cringing at the metallic, shuddering moans the bard coaxed from the strange instrument. The bard wore an odd attachment over one hand, fondled a trio of metal balls, and caressed her other hand overtop with precise, slow movements. Electricity was involved, but Laera was far too disturbed to ask how it worked.

“It’s a hand theremin. Electrical harp,” Feyd-Rautha murmured up at Laera from his post on the floor. He held himself in a horribly rigid plank position, every muscle from his neck to his toes flexed. Beads of sweat gathered in the deep furrows between his shoulder blades and just above the dimples on the small of his narrow back. “Isn’t it lovely?”

Laera struggled not to laugh. “It’s…it’s something, alright. I think the sound is what a spark plug would sound like if it had the ability to scream.”

The bard turned her face to look at Laera sharply for her comment. Laera gave an apologetic shrug.

Feyd-Rautha’s rasping bark of laughter felled him from his plank, and when he hit the floor, he lazily rolled to his back on the cool stones, hard body coiling like a languid snake. He caught one of Laera’s ankles in an idle hand and pulled his foot to his chest, cradling it there. “I was taught to play as a boy. Used to play for the Baron while he bathed.”

Laera pulled her foot back, uncomfortable at mention of the Na-Baron being anywhere near his naked uncle. “Were you any good?” she asked. Good was relative, she guessed. The music still sounded like eerie, haunted-house spookytunes to her unfamiliar ear.

“I was terrible.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Feyd-Rautha rolled to his feet and collapsed on the lounge chair beside Laera, who had abandoned her book to gape at the bard and her alien little instrument. "Sometimes this music is accompanied by singing. Don’t insult my harpist, pet, or I’ll treat you to battle hymns. If you think the melody is bad, just wait until I serenade you.”

Laera snorted, amused. “Battle hymns? I can imagine the lyrics now. I bet Harkonnen lullabies even include references to ritual dismemberment.”

“Only two of them do.”

“I see.”

Unfortunately for Laera, Feyd-Rautha found her distaste for the hand theremin to be amusing. She was treated to many, many renditions of “songs”, for many hours.

She even grew to like a few.

[inkwingsinc]

Hi! I had a question... based on the description of Laera, I visualize her being mixed-race black. It could be that I'm projecting, but I was just wondering if that was your intention? Love Laera either way ofc, but I do get tickled when I think I'm reading representation for woc, hence why maybe I was just projecting...

Hello! I visualize Laera as being mixed race black too, and absolutely that was my intention. Her "golden" skin was an intentional descriptor for either undertone or overtone depending on the reader's preference (have I used brown outright?? I know I have in my character sheets but I can't remember if I have in the story). I love playing with flowery adjectives so perhaps there's conflicting descriptions throughout my story. I have watched people IRL "pale" even if they're darker, but the "paleness" is relative...also, I've been playing with Midjourney on here which shows me different skin tones depending on what I ask. I accept any and all headcanons of Laera but my personal projection will always be Missandei from Game of Thrones, but just a touch redder (but a little shorter, heavier, and with a rich warmness of manner). For Walden, I see Farleigh from Saltburn (still tall, thinner, but with maybe a looser curl pattern, all mischief). Their characters almost exist as amorphous blobs until I seek to describe them, but this is who I visualize when I do.

Ultimately I accept all versions of her that are passionate and willful. But the Laera in my head will always be a brownskinned girl <3

[inkwingsinc]

My ultimate problem with the next chapter is that I just....keep....adding to it. Like this bitch is about to be 10k+ words because I don't want to stop it. I'm trying to set something up (smut. filthy smut.) but then ~ p l o t ~ keeps happening

If you're currently reading "bit my gun with my black-gold gums" you are entitled to compensation for participating in this madness LOL