#⧼ ♤°｡— reply. ⧽ don't ask. just spend.

[lifegambled]

❛  that's just like you, why should i be surprised?  ❜

𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

" haha — have i became that predictable ? " a gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck, mimicking awkwardness. " i promise it will be fun. so why not relax a little & join me, little fool. "

[lifegambled]

the words unspoken didn't need to be said for the stoneheart to understand. though, he is slightly surprised the other was being honest with him. he had no reason to & in all honestly, aventurine expected some sort of lie. hmm ~ aventurine wonders what else he can manage to get out of sunday.

unlike what sunday assumes — though very valid assumptions considering the ipc — aventurine isn't here on any business. nope. so, why is he here ? well — not even he truly knows that answer. can't exactly say boredom or wanting for company. he could relieve those in other ways. the halovian would probably see through such a lousy excuse — even if it isn't too far from the truth.

" calm down ? i'm perfectly calm. " a light laugh as he reaches for the cup poured for him. " if anyone here who needs it, it's you, mr. sunday. would it kill you to lower your guard & enjoy my company for a few moments ? "

THE ghost of a smile that played at the corner of his lips fell and replaced with a subtle frown. it wasn't that he didn't wish to express his pride over his sister, but he knew all too well how at ease robin both in conversation and when around him had a more relaxing effect on him. perhaps if more ears were privy to this conversation he'd allow the ease but given the kind of person aventurine was sunday didn't want the chance for his guard to drop if it could be helped. there was an element of the unknown that seemed to flit around the other man that made it only natural to want a heightened guard. he wasn't here to play the gambler's game and allow himself to fall privy to whatever scheme he had in store.

" you are correct in saying that. " finally he acknowledged the truth in aventurine's words with a broken sigh as his gaze more intensely took in the man before him. it annoyed him. how could someone be so good at crafting a mask that seemed so well affixed even sunday struggled to read past it. such a nuisance. " i take great pride in robin and her achievements. be it any other conversation i would gladly boast her accomplishments, yet . . . " he trailed off as his gaze pointed at aventurine sharpened. if it were anyone else he would be glad but he didn't fully trust aventurine to not find some use of his brotherly pride.

the wink had sunday shiver but he gave a small nod. he understood what the other man meant but he would never get accustomed to some of the grandeur of the other's mask. a peacock through and through. as he was prepared for a response the tea had come and was placed before them, poured into cups and the attendant walked away.

" it might do you some good to try some different teas. a well-brewed cup goes a long way. " with that he lifted his cup to his lips for a sip before placing it back down. " perhaps it would calm you. "

[kasagia]

Dancing With The Devil

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem! royal!reader Summary: Your whole life revolved around court intrigues, gaining influence, and extracting the darkest secrets from important nobility. As a woman, there wasn't much you could do or count on. Unless you provide yourself with status and position through a good marriage. You've made your life perfect. You had a complete plan and vision for your future���even after the unexpected loss of your fiancé, you managed to rise up and find another good match—until the Na-Baron decided to interfere with it and ruin everything you had been working for. You were about to find out for yourself that dancing with the devil never led to anything good. Even if the consequences of this come after some time... Warning: kind of royal au!; 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; Inspired by: Bridgerton and "Would've, could've, should've" - Taylor Swift Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART II ~•♤♤♤•~

"What do you mean by saying that Paul Atreides is dead?"

"Exactly that." Your mother replies with her typical calm, adjusting the crown on her head in the mirror. "He and his family went on a diplomatic mission to Arrakis. They were attacked by… a group of rebels. More specifically, it was probably Sardaukar, but we all know who benefited more from the death of the Atreides." You shudder at the mere mention of the Harkonnens. However, you still can't get over the shock of the revelation you've just heard.

"It is impossible. They couldn't kill them all, after all... what about Caladan? And the plans of the Bene Gesserit? The Emperor would never…"

"The Emperor is not the same man you knew. As he grows older, he grows not in wisdom but in fear. He is more afraid of maintaining his throne than of the good of the empire. And, as we all know, Paul was his most likely successor. So he killed him before he could kill him." She explains this to you, making sure that her appearance is impeccable. She turns from the mirror and nods to the maid, ordering her to give her a coat in your family's colours and embroidered with the decorations and symbols of your house.

"I... are you just trying to tell me that I don't have a fiancé?"

"Unless you want to marry his corpse, yes, that's what I am trying to say to you from the beginning." Your mother snorts in amusement, watching you as you are still in shock, trying to process this unexpected, terrible news. The shock in you slowly gives way to anger. This wasn't how things were supposed to look.

"Mother, you should know how tragic this situation is. After all, the season is almost over; when will I get any suitors? Should I be without any for a year? And then another one? You know perfectly well that most of the descendants of high families have already announced their courtship. Am I supposed to end up as a spinster?"

"Calm down. The season isn't over yet. Since... Caladan has an unstable political situation, Princess Irulan suggested that we take over the main, final celebrations. All you have to do is dress nicely, present yourself well, and catch whatever poor young men come here." You snort mockingly at her feeble attempts to comfort and reassure you.

"I won't have a better husband than Paul. He was the perfect match! Not ugly, easy to control, filthy rich, only son who was supposed to inherit everything—where will you find me another husband like that?" You ask furiously, more concerned about the consequences of his death for you than the fact that you will never meet your fiancé ever again. You couldn't end up as a spinster. You couldn't marry just anyone, either, or, worse, end up as a mere concubine. You didn't spend all these years beautifying your appearance and studying politics, martial arts, economics, and biological sciences to marry some insignificant idiot from an unknown family and planet.

"It's going to be hard, I won't lie, but we'll get through it. We are Y/L/N. We never give up and always achieve our goals. You're too beautiful, darling, to become a spinster. And too smart to marry some insignificant lord."

"You too were, and yet you ended up with my father."

"I married him out of love and love... love makes us do stupid things. But you are smarter than me. You can do much better, I have no doubt about that. We'll give you a week of mourning before we throw the first party. During this time, we will review... available men. To know who to focus on." You nod, agreeing with her plan. You couldn't immediately rush out to find another suitor when your previous one had just been buried beneath the sands of Arrakis. You had to pretend you were crying for him.

It wasn't like you didn't care about Paul at all. You liked him. He was a good conversation partner and a nobel man. But in this situation, you felt more sorry for yourself. You were left with no fiancé, no suitor, and no other alternative.

And if there was anything worse for a woman in this world than death, it was either infertility or becoming a spinster whom no one paid any attention to. You could have handled every other situation perfectly well, but not such humiliation.

Or at least that's what you thought until you crossed paths with the one and only Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

You stand against the wall, sipping your champagne with probably the sourest expression on your face. The masquerade ball had already started an hour ago and you still couldn't find anyone whose attention you could attract.

You and your mother had looked through... all the possible options, but none of the men who came here were fooled by your sweet swan appearance. And if he did, he proposed after just a few minutes of conversation. You may have been in a desperate situation, but you weren't looking for a desperate man.

Standing against the wall allowed you to take a closer look at the nobles present at the ball. You caught a few rumours and scandalous behaviour—touching too long, stolen kisses, and a few other things—but you didn't feel like thinking about them at all when the vision of your future looked so bleak.

Your bad mood is only fueled by Irulan's presence and how she's clearly having a great time at your funeral. As if she had achieved another one of her many victories. Lucky bitch.

You sigh and place your glass on the tray of a passing servant. You are about to leave the masquerade ball when your attention is caught by a man standing alone on the other side of the room.

His outfit is… unusual. His black coat is finished with sharp metal decorations, making it resemble more of a fancy armour than a classic formal outfit. The black mask completely covers his face and the back of his head, leaving only his full lips and part of his defined jaw to your eyes. 

And you really like those lips. Very much. You decide that today you will test their softness when the stranger's cold blue eyes meet yours. A shiver of excitement runs through you as you imagine the things you could do with this intoxicatingly beautiful man. And maybe it's the alcohol you drank or your pathetic longing to be the centre of someone's attention that makes you feel brave enough to approach him.

As you slowly approach him and look at him closely, you realise what he's disguised as. The black swan. It was so good for you that you decided to be the white one tonight.

However, the man suddenly disappears in the crowd of people. You frown and look around, searching for him, but somehow you can't. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. You freeze when you suddenly feel someone's presence behind you. A shiver of excitement runs down your spine as the man's husky whisper echoes in your ear.

"Looking for someone, my lady?" You turn your head to meet the same icy blue irises up that were watching you from across the room a moment ago.

Goosebumps run through you as his gaze inexplicably hypnotises you. This could be your opportunity; you just had to play your cards well and make him more interested in you. The circumstances and scenery were perfect—downright romantic, like from a book. You just had to make this handsome devil equally enchanted by you. You must have caught his attention if he decided to play with you and chase you to get to you first.

You also need to find out who owns those captivating lips and eyes whose colour rivals the ocean waves. Oh, and how you desperately wanted to immerse yourself in them...

"My lord." You curtsy, turning fully to face him to study him even more carefully. He was tall, with a muscular figure visible under his clothes that you wanted to explore with your fingers. You lick your lips, shifting your gaze back to his, and catch him assessing you with his eyes, just like you had just done with him. "I couldn't help but notice how... coincidentally, we fit together with our choice of outfits."

"Indeed, we do. Although I personally think you would look better in black, little swan." The nickname he gives you and the arrogance in his voice make you snort mockingly, raising an eyebrow at him defiantly as you become even more fascinated by this mysterious man.

"Why is that?"

"You may look like a tiny, innocent bird in this white, pretty dress, but your eyes—your eyes give it all away, my lady. You can try to deceive men with this... undoubtedly beautiful sight for the eyes, but not all of us fall so easily to the false mirage—maybe only lesser men—but you're not desperate enough to seek the attention of a mere duke or count, who would be easily led by you, are you?"

"And who are you to make such bold assumptions?" You ask furiously, glaring at him as he gently strokes the collar of your dress with his fingertip, playing a little with the white feathers that were attached to it. He smirks, his white teeth gleaming dangerously, reminding you of the smile of a wolf before it catches its prey.

"Definitely not a lesser man." He replies, undaunted by your anger. His hand slides from the collar of your dress over your shoulder as he grabs your gloved hand and presses a soft kiss on it, and you can barely keep yourself from closing your eyes and giving in to the pleasant feeling of having his plush, full lips so close and yet so far from your skin. "May I? I believe that this beautiful dress will look better while moving…"

At this point, you should refuse. Thank him for his company and go find a... more suitable one. But you can't deny that he's read you accurately so far and that he's touched a part of you that you haven't shown to anyone. You were too curious to just let him go; you wanted to stay with him longer and see what would come of this acquaintance with him.

So you nod and let him lead you to the dance floor. A few heads turn towards you, but you can't reach anything other than him, and the feeling of his larger hand gently holding yours in a strange way makes your heart flutter slightly.

You feel like he's put a spell on you, and strangely, you don't want to break out of it at all.

His eyes never leave yours. You're almost dizzy from how intensely he's looking at you. He places his hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. He holds you tight enough so that you can feel his touch on you, and it isn't painful for you. He leads you into a dance with incredible grace for a man, spinning you around to the rhythm of the music.

He's so close to you that you can smell his scent, which is as addictive as his burning attention. The smell of anise, musk, and hot spices assaulting your nostrils makes you involuntarily lean towards him, wanting to be as close to him as good manners allow. However, you know that if you spend another few minutes longer in his presence, all your mother's teachings will be forgotten in favour of... getting closer to this compelling man.

"So what do you believe in then? If you don't believe in coincidence? Destiny?" You ask, trying to shake off this strange feeling of loss of control he's giving you.

And you almost fail miserably, barely keeping yourself from blushing as his low chuckle makes you burn even more for him. You had to find some flaw in him—something that would turn you off if you didn't want to lose your mind completely, because for now, everything about this man was sinfully pleasant.

"We create our destiny. Don't you agree?"

"Sometimes things are beyond your control, my lord." You disagree with him, keeping your searching gaze on him as his hands move to your hips.

You bite your bottom lip as he lifts you up in one fluid motion, following the steps of the dance. The ease with which he shifts you and spins you so that your back is against his chest as he sets you down on the floor again makes your cheeks blush as you think of all the ways you could use his large, strong hands. You feel like a horny teenager in her first season. And you don't like it at all.

"And sometimes, all we need to do is take a step and reach out for what is rightfully ours." He whispers in your ear, wrapping his hands around you, never stopping his movements.

You swallow thickly as he places your joined hands on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against your bare collarbone. You bite your tongue, trying to hold back a moan when you feel the rough skin of his hands, confirming your suspicions that his toned physique is built from years of training and fighting. This fuels your desire for him even more.

"Possible. But our reputation suffers because of it. You can't escape the eyes of society. No matter how hard you try, my lord." Your eyes fall on the couples dancing around you.

You gasp when he suddenly wraps his arm around your waist and turns you around, forcing you to face him again. You almost bump into his chest, completely unprepared for such a sudden move from him. He gives you a mischievous smirk and a wink, amused at how he managed to catch you off guard and off-balance. You purse your lips, causing his eyes to shift to them.

"Do you know what freedom you can achieve when you throw off the yoke of your reputation? How many opportunities are open to you?" He whispers hoarsely, leaning towards you. You lift your chin, meeting his gaze as your heart beats frantically against your chest. You get the feeling he has in his mind... something much less pure and decent. And you almost trembled in his arms with excitement.

"Do you know how many doors close in front of you? No one wants to associate with a vile person rejected by society."

"Oh, but those nefarious always seem to get their attention, don't you think? They are invited out of sheer curiosity about how they will behave and what exciting and forbidden things they will do. They are the source of the most virulent gossip; you won't deny it, right, little swan?"

"Possible. Are you one of them?" You ask, curious about his identity.

He gives you a mysterious, mocking smirk as he chuckles throatily. He leans down and brushes his lips against your ear. You sigh as his lips press a small kiss to your earlobe, your heart racing as you feel him so close to you. You wait in suspense for what he will do next, completely oblivious to the people around you, who, fortunately, are too busy with themselves to notice what is happening around them. You'd never been so happy about wearing a mask before, even though it was a way to protect your identity and allow yourself... to do a little more in such a public place.

"Oh darling… what if I told you that I'm the worst of them all?" He whispers seductively, biting your ear. You gasp, digging your fingers into his arm, holding on to anything as he plays cruelly with you.

At this point, you should thank him for this dance, turn around, and find another company. But there's something... magnetic about this man that draws you closer and closer to him.

Maybe it's the thrill of the unknown—the excitement of how different this man seems from the rest of the people here. And even though your mind is screaming at you, and rightly so, to back away before you burn yourself with the fire that burns from him, you want to follow him like a moth, desperately wanting to bathe in the glow of these new sensations he is giving you.

So, without thinking about it for a long time, you grab his hand and lead him out of the room. Surprisingly, he obediently follows you, not questioning you as the two of you walk through various corridors. You lead him towards the exit—straight to the palace gardens, where there should be much fewer people who couldn't... overhear you.

You drag him into the maze, taking him to one of the dead ends. Before he can say anything, you lean in and kiss him lustfully. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips caressing yours, and you tighten your hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. The metal trim of his outfit digs into you, but you ignore the feeling, completely absorbed by the way his tongue slips into your waiting mouth.

Under different circumstances, if it were known to him who you were and there was no mask covering half of your face, you would never have dared to take such a... bold step. But now, with him so close to you and your identity safe under the white feather mask, you moan into his mouth, letting yourself bask in the feeling of desire.

You and Paul... fooled around a few times, but the furthest you went was touching each other. But with this man, the man whose name you didn't know and who was currently sucking the air from your mouth, you felt completely different.

All your nerves were on fire. Every inch of you was begging for his touch and undivided attention. You couldn't help but moan and melt into his hands as he possessively tightened his grip on your hip, pulling you much closer to his body.

Your bodies fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, and you couldn't help but wonder if your souls were also two halves that fit together thoroughly.

Just when you feel like you can't go without air any longer, his mouth stops attacking yours, instead caressing and nipping at the skin of your jaw and moving to your neck.

Suddenly, the corset you're in becomes too tight, and breathing becomes increasingly difficult for you as his lips mark your neck, making your already lust-crazed heart beat faster. You whine, your hands tracing his muscular torso, as you find yourself in extreme conflict. You know you should push him away and that you shouldn't let him mark you so clearly, but on the other hand, he brings you so much pleasure and makes you shiver just from the feeling of his lips on your neck. You dread to think what he would do to you if he moved a little further south of your body—if he kneeled in front of you and did to you things you only read about in the privacy of your chamber.

You quickly cover your mouth with your hand as you are about to scream when his teeth dig into your neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a clear mark on you. Your eyes widen in shock when you hear a threatening growl from him. His hand grabs yours tightly, removing it from your mouth, and his icy blue eyes flash with anger, giving you a furious glare.

"Hold back your moans and screams one more time, and I will make sure the people in the palace hear you crying because of me, little swan. And believe me, I can make it only pleasant for me, so don't test my patience and mercy and be a good girl for me." He growls, tightening his grip on your hand that he pinned to the hedge behind you.

He kisses you hard, chastisingly, as he takes a step towards you, closing any space between you. Your breasts rub against his chest as he presses against you, and you think you can feel his hardness through the layers of your clothes.

A short gasp escapes you as his hand travels beneath the layers of your dress. His fingers take their time caressing the skin of your legs, slowly climbing up to where you needed to have him as soon as your eyes fell on him. You decide to compromise with him and pull him into a kiss so as not to attract unwanted attention from any of the guests.

You gasp as his fingers brush against your clothed core. His raspy chuckle as he discovers the undeniable flood between your legs makes you blush with embarrassment and anger. Your breathing quickens as you reach out to grab his cock, squeezing him painfully tight for teasing you. A loud moan leaves his lips swollen from kissing, making you want to extract other, equally temptingly beautiful sounds from him.

But before you can do anything, he drops to his knees in front of you and lifts the folds of your white dress. You shiver, feeling his breath between your legs as he takes his time stroking your thighs, caressing them with his soft lips.

You moan as he sucks and bites the skin of your inner thighs, teasing you as he blatantly ignores your needy pussy. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, biting your lip as you try to pull him to your clothed core. He growls while spanking your pussy. You scream at the sudden, burning sensation, your legs shaking, so only his strong hands are keeping you upright.

You tilt your head back, resting it against the hedge, and moan softly as he presses a teasing kiss on your clothed core. His fingers gently slip under your panties, only to rip the fabric off of you in one quick movement.

You sigh as his nose brushes against your folds as he inhales your scent, stuffing your torn panties into his pants pocket. His tongue gently and teasingly tastes your wetness, making you even more frustrated. You push aside the fabric of your dress and take his hand that was exploring the curve of your ass and pull it to your pussy which is screaming for his attention.

His chuckle stimulates your clit, making you moan and pushing your hips into him in a desperate attempt to find a release. He growls angrily at your impatience and grabs your hips in an iron grip, positioning you to his liking and plan.

You hold your breath as his fingers gently enter you, soothing the burning feeling of emptiness inside you. His tongue plays with your clit, sucking every last drop of your juices out of you, as if he's as addicted to your taste and sounds as you are to the feeling of his touch and the way he fills you.

You feel your orgasm building. You close your eyes in blissful relief, allowing yourself to moan, not caring if anyone can hear you. Your fingers dig into his neck. He growls against your pussy as you draw his blood from him and intensifies his ministrations. His fingers move in and out quickly as he sucks on your most sensitive spot, as if he's trying to mark you there and leave you a hickey there.

Your fingers run up his neck. You want to pull his hair—hurt him as much as he hurts you. Your fingertips find their way beneath the black fabric of his mask covering his head, but when you reach out to grab his hair, you're met with bare skin.

And then everything falls into place in your head.

When the realisation comes to you, you freeze, you lose all feeling, and all you can do is stand there and think about who you let under your dress and between your legs.

Harkonnen. You were being eaten by a fucking Harkonnen, and judging by his body structure, voice, and the guest list you've looked through hundreds of times, by one and only Feyd-Rautha, Na-Barron of Giedi Prime.

You tremble, not at all because of the feeling of how his fingers and tongue work continuously on your orgasm, intensifying your sensations as he lets out soft moans at the taste of you, but because pure terror overwhelms your whole body. You unconsciously tighten the hug on his neck, which only increases the intensity of his… efforts on your wet folds, as he wants to take you over the edge.

You take advantage of the fact that he's too... distracted and push him away from you. You grab the skirt of your dress and run fast, as far away from him as possible. Your heart races as you hear his soft growl before, to your even greater dismay, he chases after you.

You run through a maze, trying to lose Harkonnen among many paths, hoping he will reach a dead end and lose your trail, or at least to find some group of people. After all, he won't be able to do anything to you in front of witnesses—or maybe he could?

You tremble at the thought that the same hands that cut the throats of servants and concubines, hands that killed prisoners in the arena and people in battle, touched you and were the cause of your... your pleasure.

How stupid you were! How could you allow yourself to be seduced by Harkonnen and carried away by your stupid emotions and desires? You mentally curse him, his family, and Paul Atreides, whose death made you have to chase men again to find a suitable husband. And especially you curse how amazing and extraordinary you felt under the touch of this bloodthirsty beast, whose house has been nefarious for centuries.

You run forward, not daring to turn around to see if he's still chasing you. You're so lost in your thoughts and so scared that you accidentally run into someone. You gasp as a hand grips your waist tightly, preventing you from falling. You have a heart attack, thinking that it could be him and that he has somehow outsmarted you. But when you look up, you don't see blue irises, but green ones.

"Forgive me, my lord. I didn't mean to..." Your words stop as you take a closer look at the man. He wasn't wearing a mask; he apparently abandoned it when he entered the garden, and you have to say, he's... handsome. Very.

“Of course you didn't mean to. You couldn't see me when you were running so fast, which makes me wonder: From what are you running away, my lady?"

"I... To be honest, I'm running away from my maids. And that ball. It's just… too much excitement for one evening." You lie, quickly making up an excuse.

Obviously, you won't tell him that you're being chased by the horny Harkonnen heir, with whom you were ALONE in the garden. That would be a scandal. Just talking to this man now could be considered that way too... let alone what you allowed Feyd-Rautha to do to you.

"I think so too. Viscount Y/L/N throws good parties, but… they're a little too loud for my liking. Too vibrant." He comments, offering his arm to you. You can't help but smile as you place your hand in the crook of his arm.

Luckily, he leads the two of you in the opposite direction you were running from. You see that his brown and gold mask is tied to his arm, and on his finger he has... the ring of the Luwael family, a close family of Emperor Corrino. You just talked to the emperor's cousin, the pretender to his throne since he has no son.

You can't believe how lucky you are.

"Tell me about it, I've been enduring it since I was 15." You say it jokingly, giggling when you see his eyes widen as he realises he's gossiping about your father, and you think he looks adorable and cute in his state of little panic.

"Lady Y/N Y/L/N?" He asks, shocked. You nod and reach for the ribbon of your mask, removing it. You see his pupils dilate slightly as he takes in your appearance, his cheeks turning pink—whether from embarrassment or lust, you don't know, but you still like his reaction to you. "My apologies, I didn't mean to offend…."

"You did not." You interrupt him quickly with a charming smile. "It's... refreshing to be able to talk to someone who has similar opinions and feelings. At least when it comes to those terrible balls."

"Sometimes I feel like they force us to participate just to have something to gossip about later."

"Don't you like gossip?" You ask curiously, raising an eyebrow as you continue your walk through the gardens. You completely forget about Harkonnen and your... mistake, as you are trying to gain the interest of the man next to you.

This could be your big chance.

True, you heard that he and Irulan were to marry so that power would remain in Corrino's hands, but... if you make him want you, no one will stop him from taking you as his wife.

"I don't like court intrigues. The way ladies throw themselves at lords just to gain a higher title."

"Maybe for you men, marriage is more than just a financial transaction, but unfortunately for most of us, it's all about stability. The security of our lives is the most important thing here, and love—love is a complex and difficult thing; most often, unfortunately, it is only in books. Won't you agree?"

"Possible. But I would rather my wife love me than the power I give her." You smile in understanding. So you have a romantic in front of you... You have to adjust your role well, so you keep your true thoughts to yourself. You innocently hang your head, feigning uncertainty.

"This is completely understandable. Don't all of us dream about it? Have someone of your own, trusted, to whom you can confide all your dreams and fears without being afraid of being laughed at or ignored?" You ask, turning your head to look at him as you ask him your final question.

By the way he watches you with a burning light in his eyes, you know you've come to the right place and have successfully sold your image of a weak, defenceless woman dreaming of a real courtly romance. Pathetic. However, you will do anything to get a husband, you'll even pretend to be a helpless lamb.

"Yes... I assume that's what all of us want. Maybe expect the Harkonnens." You laugh at his joke, feeling very awkward at the same time as the memory of a certain Harkonnen's lips comes back to you.

You curse yourself for how damn good he made you feel. They may not have known love, but if they were all like Na-Baron, they knew damn well how to please their women—a thing you couldn't say about all the lords of the great houses.

You and Lord Luwael walk around the garden for a while before you both decide to head back to the ballroom. You put on your masks, and the man escorts you back, all the while being a perfect gentleman, including dancing, which he later asked you for.

You have fun maintaining your image as a hopeless romantic who wants to find true love and break away from the courtly conventions that overwhelm you—a perfect match for the emperor's heir. He doesn't tell you his identity until the end of the evening, but you don't mind. You know you've charmed him. And that he will seek your company at the next events of this season.

What you don't know is that certain icy-blue irises are watching you two furiously as you are led back into the ballroom by Lord Luwael. You also don't know that the Harkonnens are persistent and ruthless people who can wait years for their plans to be implemented, and that their devilish Na-Baron is truly the worst of them all...

Or that Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen decided a long time ago that you would become his wife. It didn't matter what he had to do or how to achieve his goal.

In the future, you will often regret this night and dancing with the Harkonnen devil. Very often.

~9 years earlier~

“They say he killed his mother. That his uncle and brother are training him to become a killer beast. That he is now devoid of any emotion except anger and bloodlust, and Paul told me that he apparently even has concubines.” Irulan gossips with you as the two of you watch in the distance as Feyd-Rautha trains in the courtyard.

The emperor invited several greater families to discuss something. You weren't too interested about it. Your mother simply packed your things and said you were leaving for a week. But you were happy. You had the opportunity to play with other nobles' children and it was definitely a nice break from listening to your parents' constant arguments.

"Nonsense. He's our age. Let's ask him if he wants to play with us." You decide and stand up to walk over to the hairless boy. Irulan grabs your hand tightly and pulls you back to your hiding place behind the pillar.

"He is a Harkonnen, Y/N. They don't play." She says and leans out to look at him. He swings his sword several times, making several quick movements and turns.

"But he isn't like them. He grew up on Lankiveil. Besides, I still remember him when he had blonde hair. And Harkonnens have no hair, so..."

"Baron made him his heir. Of course he had to... make himself look like them." She interrupts you, wrinkling her nose in disgust. You shiver slightly at the mere mention of the baron and nod thoughtfully.

"Pity. His blonde curls were pretty." You comment and lean out to look at him. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with him. He looks at you coldly, not moving an inch. You wave at him, giving him a hesitant smile. He stares at you for a while longer before he turns on his heel, his back to you, as he continues his training as if nothing had happened. "Still, we should have asked him. He looks quite lonely."

"NO. I won't be nice to him. If my mother gives a son to my father and I have to marry this… Harkonnen, I will throw myself from the tower."

"Why from the tower?" You ask, confused, frowning at the girl.

"I don't know. This is what the main characters in books do when something terrible happens to them. They say they will throw themselves off the tower."

"I prefer it when they fight the dragon." You say this, glancing at the boy again. You don't know why, but something just wouldn't let you walk away and leave him, although you really want to play with Paul, Irulan, and the other kids. You find yourself much more wanting to play with this strange boy.

You frown when you see him accidentally cut his hand. He doesn't cry like Paul did when you slammed his hand in the door. Instead, he puts his mouth on the wound and sucks out the blood. He tears off a piece of his clothes, wraps it around his hand, and continues training.

And somehow, it makes you make a decision.

"Y/N! What are you doing?!" Irulan hisses at you as you pull your hand from her grasp and take a step towards the courtyard.

"Fighting the dragon. Wish me luck." You answer, and without looking back, you head towards the training boy. His pale, bald head almost gleams in the sun, and you can't help but wonder if his lack of hair makes him less tolerant of the sun's heat.

When you are close to him, you stand still, not wanting to accidentally impale yourself on his sword. He notices you out of the corner of his eye, stops swinging his sword, and turns towards you, looking at you closely.

"Hi." You say as you wave at him.

"Lady Y/N." His voice is slightly hoarse, as if he had sandpapered it. You frown, surprised by such a formal greeting. Usually, only adults greet you like that.

"Um... my lord?" You answer hesitantly and shake your head, trying to ignore how strange he's acting. "Do you want to join us? We are playing hide and seek." You say, pointing your thumb at the pillar you and Irulan were hiding behind a few seconds ago.

"It's fun for kids." He replies dismissively and starts swinging his sword again.

"Are you not one?" You ask in surprise, still looking at him. He growls in annoyance and turns towards you, giving you a furious glare as you interrupt him.

"No. I am a man. And men are supposed to fight in battles and train to become stronger."

"Why?" You ask and frown at him, following him as he walks over to the fountain where he left his water and towel. He wipes the beads of sweat from his head, giving you a confused gaze.

"To keep their women and country safe." He replies like it's an obvious thing everyone should know.

"Well... do you have any in danger right now?" This time it's him who furrows his hairless eyebrows at your weird question. He thinks for a moment, observing you, and then shakes his head.

"No."

"Great! Then you can play with us." You say it excitedly and grab his hand. He hisses under your touch, and it's only then that you realise you've grabbed his injured hand. You want to apologise, but his mad glare quickly silences you.

"I already told you that I am not going to play any stupid game, woman!"

"Hey! I am not a woman, I am a girl! And you are a boy, so stop pretending to be an adult and play with us." You respond to his furious growl with your own and shoot him your evil glare. But instead of caring about your outburst and maybe even complying with your demands, he just laughs, making you even angrier.

"I will do whatever I want. You won't order me, little bunny. It doesn't matter how cute you look when you're angry." He mocks you and turns his back on you. You stamp your foot, furious at his behaviour and the fact that he is dismissing you.

"I doubt that sitting all alone is what you prefer." You say, unconsciously hitting his sweet spot. You see him tense as he reaches for his sword. However, his attitude quickly turns indifferent again as he turns his head to glance at you briefly.

"You should go."

"Why?"

"Before anyone notices me with you. Why are you asking so many questions?" He asks irritably, and he starts his training again.

Even though he tries to ignore you, you can see him glancing at you every few moments as you continue to stand there, watching as he swings his sword and cuts through the air.

"Is that yours?" You ask him curiously, sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"Yes. My uncle gave it to me for my 10th birthday." He replies proudly and stops for a moment to talk to you. You smile, staring longingly at the metal blade.

"My gave me dolls. Again. It's so boring." You grumble, keeping your eyes on his weapon. "How do you play with it?"

"I don't play. I train." He replies in annoyance and rolls his eyes at you. But you can see in his eyes that he's not mad at you at all. On the contrary, he wants to continue talking to you. That's why you act more boldly.

"Whatever. How do you train with it? Can you show me?"

"These are not things for a woman." His rejection doesn't dampen your excitement at all. On the contrary, you want to train with him even more, to do something that your mother forbade you to do a long time ago.

"Well, that's a good thing that I am a girl, then. Can you show me? Please? My dad wanted to train me, but my mom didn't agree. She is stupid." You complain, causing him to chuckle. You smile widely, thinking that he looks better when he's cheerful and not with that dark and grim scowl.

"She is. You should know how to protect yourself. Your father won't be fighting for your safety forever. And with that attitude, I doubt you will ever find a husband to protect you."

"Good. I don't want one. Can you show me then?" You ask, ignoring the fact that he's trying to insult you. You look up at him with your beautiful, pleading eyes and stick out your lower lip.

He watches you for a moment, frowning as he feels his heart beat faster when you give him that cute look he simply can't resist. He sighs, barely taking his eyes off of you, and nods.

"Fine. But only if you stay away from me after that."

"Okay." You reply excitedly and nod enthusiastically. He smiles slightly and stands behind you, helping you maintain a good stance with your sword.

"Hold it like that." He says, adjusting your grip on the handle.

"It's so heavy! How can you hold it and move?" You almost collapse under the weight of the sword, but you try to hold it the way he shows you. He laughs huskily, making you smile.

"You can get used to it with time. Now. I will show you some basic movements."

He trains with you and shows you some tricks and moves. And although he was rough and rude towards you at first, over time you both enjoyed each other's company.

You manage to make him laugh a few times, and each time you count it as a small victory considering how grumpy he was. He's obviously extremely fascinated with fighting and seems more than willing to teach you a few things. You think this "training" is fun—at least until you accidentally injure yourself.

"Ouch!" You scream and almost drop his sword. Luckily, he caught it quickly, before you could cut your foot. He furrows his hairless eyebrows and takes your injured hand in his.

"You're as clumsy as you look, little bunny." He mumbles and brings your hand to his mouth.

He licks up your blood like he did with his and tears off a piece of your dress. He wraps the cloth around the wound and looks closely at your hand. You frown, disgusted that he's licking your blood, but you don't move. Well... not until you realise this insult.

"Hey! You hurt yourself a while ago, too. Besides, it's my first time." You are angry at him, pulling your hand away and crossing your arms.

"Because I had an unexpected audience that was talking passionately about me behind my back."

"Oh… I'm sorry. It was mean." You respond contritely, not realising how he must have felt when everyone around him assumed the worst about him and didn't want to be around him.

"I got used to it." He replies in an emotionless tone and looks away from you, almost looking like a beaten dog, even though he tries hard not to show it. And you feel terribly sorry for him.

"You shouldn't. You are cool. When you take the stick out of your ass." You joke, and he chuckles. You smile at him, but his good mood is suddenly interrupted by something. His face turns serious, his muscles tense, and you only hear the growl of some animal before Feyd pushes you behind him.

A large hunting dog runs up to you. He lunges at Feyd, knocking him down. The dog bites him, and Feyd screams in rage. He tries to plunge his sword into the dog's side, but it clamps its jaws on the Feyd's arm, immobilising him.

You gasp in dismay. You reach for a rock and throw it at the dog, trying to distract it. You succeed, but before you can think about what to do next, the dog lunges at you.

You land on your back and use your elbows to get up, but the dog is quickly above you. He growls, foam dripping from his muzzle onto you, and you can only stare in horror into his eyes. You gasp when, just as he is about to sink his teeth into you, Feyd's sword suddenly pierces the dog.

You lie on the ground, unable to move, as you feel the animal's blood dripping onto your dress. Feyd pushes the dog off of you and gives you a worried look.

"Are you hurt?" He asks and offers you his hand. He helps you get back on your feet, looking for any wounds. You shake and shiver as you look at the dead animal. Feyd notices this and places his hand on your cheeks, making you look into his eyes as he turns your back to the animal's body.

He opens his mouth to repeat the question, but freezes when you throw yourself into his arms and hug him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you sob softly. Feyd holds you tentatively and strokes your hair, clumsily trying to calm you down.

"Thank you." You mumble into his neck. He doesn't say anything. He just holds you, letting you cry into him and calm him down. When you finally do, you move away from him. You wipe tears away with the sleeve of your dress, which makes Feyd's heart clench uncomfortably.

He doesn't understand what you're doing to him. He should have felt disgusted by you and been as far away from you as possible. He should have rejected you the moment you threw yourself at him, but... somehow he couldn't deny you this moment of comfort. The mere thought of you seeking comfort from him made his heart flutter a little. And you smelled nice, too. Like ocean. Like Lankiveil. Like home.

You represented everything his uncle wanted him to forget. You were... soft. Too soft. And nice. He should have wanted to hurt you, not comfort you, but all he wanted to do was hold you and protect you from the cruel world.

"Y/N!" Your father's scream reaches you.

The man pulls you further away from Feyd and looks at him warily before his worried gaze shifts to you and your eyes, bloody from crying. A moment later, the Baron and the Emperor join you. The men look at you and the dead dog, frowning.

"My best hunting dog..."

"Feyd-Rautha, what is this about? What have you done?" Her uncle's threatening growl makes Feyd tense. A shiver runs through him, and he opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him to it, leaving your father's arms and standing bravely in front of the baron and emperor.

"He saved me."

"What?"

"The dog broke off the leash. It… it would have bitten and torn me if Na-Baron hadn't killed it." The men look at each other, assessing the situation. Feyd watches you carefully, ignoring the surprised, frightened looks from the emperor and your father as you tell them that he killed a nearly three-foot dog.

"I... thank you, Na-Baron. For protecting my daughter." Your father nods to him, but he still has an iron grip on your arm. As if he were afraid that Feyd would turn out to be a worse, more dangerous beast to you than the dog that wanted to bite you to death.

"You're welcome, Viscount Y/L/N." He replies, shifting his gaze from you to your father for a moment.

Your dad is not waiting for the Emperor and the Baron to let you two go. He simply grabs your hand and leads you back to the palace with him. As if he wanted you to be as far away from the Harkonnens as possible.

"You shouldn't let just any dog ​​bite you. You let me down, boy."

You feel sad when you hear his uncle's words. You turn your head, making eye contact with the hairless boy. You give him a small, reassuring smile and wave at him. You see him purse his lips and shift his gaze back to his uncle, who is scolding him. However, he looks much less tense than before.

Unknowingly to you, you gained a secret admirer that day. An admirer who was going to make him the only man who would have the privilege of protecting you and holding you in his arms. He promised himself that this would happen, even if he had to bring hell into the world.

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Dearest, gentle readers… did you miss me?

The opening of a new season has never been a more exciting and long-awaited event. The great families were impatiently waiting for more scandals delivered by this year's suitors. And this author is bursting with anticipation for the future events and gossips of this season.

This year, we have several unexpected debuts that this author will be watching very closely. However, I am convinced that the undivided attention of the masses will probably be stolen by the Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, who this year decided to take part in the great search for a wife.

Lord, take care of the future Baron's chosen one so that she can live up to the expectations and life among the Harkonnens.

However, this author wishes the Na-Baron all the best on his birthday and believes that we all look forward to the opening of the season on Giedi Prime, especially to his signature fight in the arena, which will be the main part of Na-Baron's birthday celebration.

But we also cannot forget about the stars of the previous season, whose story is not even close to the end yet.

Lady Y/N Y/L/N did not decide to plunge into great mourning after the tragic death of her fiancé, Paul Atreides. Lord Luwael was charmed by the young honourable at the end of the previous season, and Lady Y/N turned out to be not indifferent to his courtship. Surprising? A little bit. Unreasaonbale? Of course not. After all, why stand faithfully by a corpse of a duke when you can stick by the side of a potential Emperor?

But this author is deeply disappointed that we didn't get to hear any wedding bells at the end of the previous season. Maybe these two will surprise us all this year, and we will see a real royal wedding that we haven't been able to witness for ages.

We are all looking forward to the ball in honour of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's birthday, which will be opening this year's season. And this author can't wait to bring all the gossip and scandal to our curious readers. Who knows who will win this great race and have a good match this season?

Happy hunting to all the future brides!

[ena-113]

"Heads up!" a voice yelled, causing all eight of them to look up towards the cloaked figure in a tree. An arrow embedded itself between a bokoblin's eyes, effectively killing it. The mysterious hylian then jumped down, landing on another bokoblin, crushing it, and immediately moved to engulf a moblin in flames. In less than a minute, the remaining monsters were all dead. 

This was the first hylian they'd seen since arriving in this desolate Hyrule.

"Y’all good? No injuries?" Closer up they could see a freckled nose and a small grin, but the shadow of the cloak’s hood covered the strangers eyes. 

"Other than a few bruises and scrapes, nope." Time answered for the group.

"Neat. Have some chunks- just in case." the stranger said, tossing a bag over to him. "Crush them in your hand and sprinkle it over injuries. Or just eat 'em. Whichever is easier." Having said that, he turned and left to pluck his arrow from the bokoblin.

"Hey wait, what's your name? Where's the nearest town? We haven't seen anyone for ages!" Wind rushed to get it all out before the stranger could leave. He turned around, putting the arrow back in his quiver. 

"The name's Fay. And I think the nearest town is about two days to the south."

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Link, who goes by Fay nowadays, would very much like to go home, re-bandage his leg, and go to sleep. Alas, sleep is unavailable, as he needs to stop the deaths of some odd travelers who somehow have no clue where they are. Isn't it common sense to only go on these types of roads if you’re well prepared and know what you're doing? Apparently not. 

He finally shook them off after giving directions to the nearest town and heading in the opposite direction. Or so he thought…

Three days later, he came across another monster camp. That wasn’t unusual. The monsters were a bit tougher and had black blood. That was unusual. Fay defeated them all the same with a sword, fire, and some lightning. 

Which was when the odd group showed up. Again. 

"Hello again! I thought you went a different direction than us." the white-caped one spoke up. 

"You weren't following us, were you?" the blue-scarved one asked with narrowed eyes. 

Fay flicked the black blood off his sword before sheathing it. It seemed to catch the attention of quite a few. "I was, but now I'm here. I’m a traveler.”

The one with a wolf’s pelt blinked, processing that, then glanced at the one with one eye. “We went to the village, but they wouldn't let us in. Something about eyes?”

Fay shrugged, “It happens. People are often spread thin on resources and wary of newcomers. The eyes of Ganon are everywhere after all.”

Before any of them could reply he tilted his head, starting to feel a strange tug on his magic. A dark purple and black portal opened beneath their feet, slurping them all up.

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Chunks/ කෑලි (kǣli): crystalized fairy dust. It has a similar Mohs to chalk. The fairies don't have to leave their fountains spending days in a bottle, and hylians don't have to spare precious resources. "Why can't you just eat the chunks? Isn't that the obviously easier option?" you may ask. Well, if you eat the chunk, the effect will be equally spread about. The chunk doesn't know what the fuck you want it to do. if you crush and sprinkle it over an injury, the effects will be stronger and targeted to that one area.

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The brain rot wouldn't leave, so I wrote somethin. Credit to my sister who beta read. <3 I write once in a green moon. Today was a green moon.

[ghoulsister1]

I'm absolutely delusional but I absolutely need more of Harpy Manfred

Maybe some headcanons between him and fellow Aviator!Reader (either when they're both aviators in WWI or WWII where the reader ended up joining the British air force and moved there just to get away from all the shite going on in Germany)

Oh my god of course I can write you that! Yes of course! I've seen lots of people really loving my Manfred content, particularly him as a Harpy🥰 and I love doing headcanons!❤️ Okay, you've got yourself a headcanon! Thank you so much by the way! And don't worry, you are not delusional!🥰❤️😁👍 I'm gonna try a WW2 AU and see where it leads to! Thank you again!🥰

♤♡Harpy!Manfred With Aviator Reader Headcanons♤♡:

You and Manfred met previously before while you lived in the Germany, the young baron and yourself would spend hours together outside, lounging about and telling each other stories. You two also served in the same flight squadron, his Flying Circus to be exact with a brightly coloured plane that matched his own.

Another you discovered about the baron was that he wasn't truly human either. His hands had long sharp talons that he trimmed and shortened so he could wear his gloves along with his toes that needed trimming to fit onto his boots. He had sharp teeth and large wings the colours of ash, fire and blood. He was a Harpy and a proud one at that!

Though in battle he flew his signature red plane, but some days you could see him soaring through the skies proudly, not a care in the world. You often took your plane out and flew alongside him, just to watch how he flew through the air.

You two remained very close after WW1 and throughout the years of peace that followed, you two grew ever closer. And you admit to having grown quite infatuated with your Harpy. He noticed your feelings for him and definitely put the charm up to the max.....the Harpy way!

Manfred started to build a large nest for the two of in the forest in the spot you two loved to hang out together. He built it large and big, so to show you how better his nest was compared to other male Harpies. He'd decorate it with shiny pieces of jewellery and trinkets, to make the nest more prettier and attractive to you.

He showed off how strong he was by taking down a large elk with just talons and swiftness. He loves hunting, whether it be in battle or game.

"Look at that my schöne Taube! Taken down in one foul swoop! Impressive kill ja?" Boasted Manfred proudly, his talons stained red as he smirked in triumph.

"Very impressive Manfred. Are you gonna help me cook it?" You Asked raising an eyebrow.

Manfred blushed, his Harpy nature often makes him forget to eat food cooked sometimes.

"Oh ja, of course my liebesvögel" Replied Manfred smiling.

Things were going so well for you two, until WW2 broke out. Things got so bad in Germany, so bad you were forced to move away in order to protect your family, even though it meant leaving Manfred.

"Please Liebling, there must be another way! I can protect you and your family!" Pleaded Manfred. You sniffled.

"I'm so sorry Manfred! I promise, one day we'll meet again. I will return to you and then we can have a life together, a life without fear" You Promised.

"Okay Liebling, I will wait for you. I promise you I will wait. But I'm going to miss you so much" Replied Manfred sadly.

"Me too Manny. Ich liebe dich" You Said tearfully.

"Ich liebe dich auch" Replied Manfred and you two shared a heartfelt kiss goodbye and with that you, you left Germany and Manfred.

You and your family relocated to England. While there, the Blitz began. Luckily your parents were living in the countryside safe. You decided to join the Royal British Air Force and help fight against the new fascist regime.

You flew your Spitfire into many battles, your skills in WW1 serving you well and with your Flying Circus tricks, you were not only a deadly aviator but a very tricky target to hit.

You were flying over Germany during an air raid when lufftwaffen squadrons were flying in. You took a lot down with your shots and evading skills but you started to get overwhelmed. Suddenly another plane flew on to the scene. A Fokker, painted red. You watched as it moved and evaded enemy fire whilst taking down the enemies. There was no doubt about it, it was Manfred!

Suddenly his plane was hit and started hurtling towards the ground but Manfred shot up from the plane, wings out and talons ready as he tore into the engines of the few remaining planes before flying close to your window looking at you. His eyes widened as he realised it was you.

"Y/N! My Liebling!.....you're.....you're back?" Stammered Manfred as he gazed at you. You smiled back and signalled to him you were landing.

You landed in a field and Manfred joined you. As soon as you got out of the plane, you both ran and hugged each other.

"Manny! Oh Manny I missed you so much!" You Cried happily.

"And I missed you very much Y/N, so very much!" Smiled Manfred as he held you close.

"So, you joined the British" Remarked Manfred looking at your Spitfire. You nodded.

"I did. To fight against the fascists that turned this country into a mess. And you? Seems you didn't have a problem taking down those lufftwaffens" You Remarked.

"I am no friend to the fascists Y/N. They put a madman in charge, a cruel dictator and now our country has become ruined" Answered Manfred with a disdain in his voice.

"I understand Manny. I'm glad I didn't have to fight you" You Admitted. Manfred chuckled.

"I would never join them. Never" Admitted Manfred and you smiled.

You both leaned in for a long, passionate kiss. You both missed each other terribly.

"Is our nest still here?" You Asked. Manfred frowned.

"Sadly no. Artillery in the forest destroyed it" Replied Manfred sadly. You frowned and cupped his cheek gently.

"We can build another nest Manny. Bigger than the last one. But first we must fight this war. Only then once it's over, we can live our lives" You Vowed and Manfred smirked.

You both fought till the war ended, celebrating the victory with some bubbly and good food. When all had returned to normality, your family returned to Germany.

Manfred and you rekindled your romance. He took you out to lovely scenic picnics, even flew alongside you in your Spitfire on summer days and bought you luxurious gifts. Ever the gentleman, he treated with respect and loved you like no other.

Manfred did build a bigger and better nest. And he asked you that night if you'd be his mate.

"Harpies mate for life Liebling, there will never ever be another woman for me. I love you so much" Vowed Manfred.

"I may not be a Harpy Manny, but you can trust me to always be there for you and love you with all my heart" You Vowed.

And with that, you two sealed the deal with a deep and passionate kiss as Manfred encircled his warm wings around you.

You were his mate, now and forever. And he was yours, now and forever.❤️

Thank you so much to the anon that requested this Harpy Manfred headcanon! I hope you like it and I hope it's what you desired. I loved writing it🥰💗 So thank you again!💗 Have a wonderful evening!❤️🥰

[maycat-19-142]

Will newman x Stella's sister

Word: around 500

⚠️: hospital, reader is mentioned to be bisexual

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"Barbara" you yelp as you run to tje older woman

"Hi YN how are you doing" she replied

"I'm well how my sister" you ask. Stella is your twin but you look and act nothing alike

"She is well" she replied again "she's in room 115"

You thank her and run to the room. As you spend walk you see and boy with brow hair and an air tube he is cute but you keep walking

You knocked on stellas door and she opened it with a smile. You almost tackle her "stella how are you" you ask you live with dad while stella lives with mom

"I'm doing pretty great" she said sitting down on her bed "before you ask I'm here because of a fever" she know you would ask about the reason she was there

"Good how is po" you asked looking around the room

"He is good in room 120" she answered you questions. You stayed and talked for a couple of hours. You left to go and get dinner for the both of you

In the elevator you are with the brown hair guy "hi I'm will" he said to you

"YN grant" you replied

"your stella sister right" he asked

"yes how did you know" you repiled

"we hate each other and po wouldn't stop talking about the 2 "mothers" that keep him alive" he told you as you start laughing

"how did you and stella meet" you asked still laughing

"we're both CFers" he told you "your not thought

"yup just my sister" you shrug as the elevator made it the the floor with the cafeteria on it. you both get off and go you separate ways. you with the dinner to you sisters room and yall eat together. "i meet the will guy next door" you say with a mouth full of food

"really he is annoying" stella repide taking a sip of milkshake

"he is not that bad" you shrug. yall keep eating and chat about life. you leave a hour later. you go back the the hospital the next week end and see him again. you talk more and exchange phone numbers.

You don't tell you sister because she hates him. You keep talking and get to know him more. He asked you out and you said yes. Your sister found out about the date but not with who it was with

She had thought it was one of you long time friends. She guessed girls guys buy she did not guess will.

You left for you date and it was amazing. But nothing much for wills lugs. It was at a coffee shop in the hospital but in a corner. So it would seem less like the hospital.

When you got back to Stella's room you washed off to not spreed anything from will to her. And you sat and talk about what happened on the date

When you took her it was a person in the hospital her mind went straight to one of a girl in the hospital named max. She was on the other side of the hospital. Also when you told her she was wrong she thought of po and wrong again. She finally after over an hour she finally guessed will. She was in shock.

You had your 2nd date actually out and about . It was at a small park. Across from the hospital It was sweet he asked you to be his girlfriend that day to that day was a good day.

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I have had this in my drafts for a while 💀 have a good day and night.

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

[chloe-skywalker]

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[lifegambled]

" ah — spotted again. " he gave an awkward chuckle as he steps out from where he was standing. not that he was making any to truly stay hidden from her sight. as if getting caught was part of his plan. " & i see your sense of time is as poor as ever. it hasn't even been twenty minutes, fool. " there is a shrug with a shake of his head.

" is it so bad to want the attention of a cute girl ? "

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ︵ @lifegambled. ‿

❝ well well well. it seems your habit of following helpless little girls around for half a system hour hasn't gone away. ❞

sparkle had been well aware of aventurine's presence, and simply let it be; going about her day as usual. but now the game of unsuspecting girl and sneaky ipc member had gotten on her nerves: she was bored of it. might as well confront the avgin and find out what he wants.

❝ well? what is it you want with little ol' me? little peacock~... ❞

[lifegambled]

❛  this is the price we pay to love.  ❜ - robin u w u

𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

fingers idly play with a coin & eyes focused on it instead of the girl across from him. " the price we pay, huh... " he repeated the words softly — as if he is afraid what might happen if he says them any louder.

" given the risk involved & the expected outcome... " he flicks the coin into the air before swiping it back into his hand. " i think i will have to back out. it's not worth it. "

[lifegambled]

❛  when does a man become a monster?  ❜ - from sunday uwu

𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

" when ? " there is a chuckle — dark & low. " sunday , my dear. you should know that answer better than anyone else. "

[lifegambled]

it's not that he believes or thinks she is weak. no — he knows she is strong. there is no way she would be in the business she is in if she wasn't in some way. if not counting that, her childhood — well the little he was able to dig up about the siblings during his research for the trip — is all the more reason he believes robin couldn't be weak. he knows better than anyone how a rough childhood — no matter the degree of it all — raises someone. even if she could handle it, he does not want to subject someone to the ugly reality of his life. all that matters is how they perceive him now — as aventurine of the stratagems.

he let out a soft laugh filled with endearment. he has heard the stories of her hanging with the children a few times & despite that, he still has a hard time imagining it. not because of the type of person she is. no — she is as kind & pure — hearted behind the cameras as she is in front of them. a miracle, really. the thought of her running around with children in her pretty dress & low — heeled shoes is just amusing to him. he wouldn't be caught dead in his fancy & overly expensive clothing around children.

" how adorable. " he leans forward, elbow on the table as his gloved hand props his chin up. " you really seem to love those children. i bet they will grow up to be great people, having you around as a role model. " glass is placed down on the table since he finished it. fingers softly tapping the base. aventurine would probably not admit it out loud but it really isn't a secret that the stoneheart enjoys shopping. the fancy clothes & god knows how expensive accessories give that away. though — he very much prefers spending his money on others than himself. his constant showering of gifts to the people he considers ' friends ' is more than enough evidence to back that idea up. it's his way of feeling useful in some way.

her features lighting up is contagious as he gives her a bright smile back. though it doesn't quite reach his eyes — it's a lot more genuine than other smiles he has given. " it's no problem at all. if i were to be honest — i'm surprised you consider me a good candidate. i apologize if this comes off the wrong way, " there is a small pause — thinking what to say next. " i couldn't help but wonder as it sounds like you go shopping a lot with your brother — do you not have any female friends to go with ? certainly hanging with the girls must be more enjoyable than little ol' me or your dear brother. "

THERE'S a momentary pout that forms on her lips as aventurine changes the subject to her. while she won't forcibly pry into matters it leaves her with that bubble of concern pestering her as she tries to ignore it. this is almost like whenever she tries to get sunday sometimes. his desire to avoid talking about matters unsatisfactory or troubling was always something she disliked. he'd long been her protector but she was well aware sunday required support to some degree. he could stand on his own for only so long. and that was the similar sensation robin felt. perhaps one day she would be viewed as strong enough to take in the ugly sides of reality.

" well it was predominately filled with practice, but i did gain some free time where i got to spend with some of the children playing about. they taught me how to play their game and i entertained them a bit. it was nice to see them so carefree and happy. " while playing with children was such a simple thing it was one thing that filled robin with joy. getting to see those with many years ahead of them with eyes full of excitement made her day.

aventurine's comment on the shop made robin's features beam once more. it was nice he'd taken note of it. she didn't often get to do things like go out to shops with someone she could consider like a friend. the struggles of having eyes on her made fun outings difficult. " ah, yes. if you wouldn't mind. i think perhaps you might enjoy it and i need some input outside of the bias of my elder brother. " she let out a sigh. as much as she loved sunday he was too quick to compliment everything shed show him. it truly wasn't the best input in her opinion. " i also think you'd have much better insight as well. "

[lifegambled]

" you must be proud of her. " he spoke out loud the part sunday was trying not to call much attention to. the ever — so — subtle flutter of his wings, the upward turn of his lips. it's hard to hide such tells from aventurine. though he may chalk it up all to luck & rarely ever to any actual skill, his time at the table made him quite aware of other's.

" there is nothing wrong in bragging a little , is there ? " he may not have much experience in the way of sibling bonds due to losing his own sister at such a young age. aventurine is still a younger sibling & despite thinking his family would be disappointed in him if they ever saw him now — bragging about your baby sibling seems to be the elder's right. yet — sunday does not take advantage of it. hmm — how interesting.

" i will admit, tea is not my first drink of choice. " there is a small shrug of the shoulders. " normally, i would ask for something stronger — if you get what i mean. " a playful wink, though his expression turned to a pout followed by a small sigh shortly after. " but alas, i got a meeting later today so the fun will have to wait until after. don't get me wrong though — the tea does sound appealing. "

" IT is the obvious outcome given robin's popularity. " there is a slight air of pride to his statement even if he feigns nonchalance. it was clear just by the way the corners of his lips turned upward in a minimal fashion that he enjoyed speaking of his sister. her successes were things that set his heart and mind at ease. though he did his best to not boast too much pride be it improper of someone of his stature yet the way his wings fluttered ever-so-slightly amplified his true excitement he felt whenever robin was the topic.

taking his phone out momentarily sunday swiped briefly at the screen before returning it to his pocket. his gaze affixed to aventurine's face trying his best to read into what this man's intentions were. eyes were normally the gateway to reading a person yet aventurine was still difficult to tell anything about. it was frustrating more than anything.

" i sent request for a set of cups and the tea. it should arrive in a moment. " he'd remain silent for a moment before a question at the back of his mind came forward. " you do not strike me as a person with a liking of tea. did robin's advertisement truly impact you that greatly? "

[lifegambled]

as effortless as he makes it seem to keep up his facade — it's extremely exhausting. not that he would let anyone know. its incredibly rare for him to show even the smallest hint of being worn down. it does not help that he rarely gets the chance to relax properly. even when he is at home, he has to be ready to don his mask at a drop of hat whenever work calls.

" was it that obvious ? " aventurine gave sunday a smile that could pass as genuine paired with what seemed to be an embarrassed chuckle. though it was clearly an act if one knew his song & dance well enough. " not even my connections could allow me to get my hands on it. it's been selling out like hot cakes. "

THE way sunday's brows furrow making his expression a sharp contrast to the smirk plastered on aventurine's face. it was frustrating how impeccable the other was at concealing whatever he was thinking. truly a gambler with a solid poker face that much was certain. at times it felt as if a strain to keep up appearances when face-to-face with the stoneheart. if there was a true test for sunday's patience and virtue it was whenever aventurine was nearby. he was certain this man was set here to test him.

" i see . . . " the mention of his sister has sunday's more hardened expression falter for only a moment before he opts to let out a long sigh and shake his head. he supposed he'd allow this. it wasn't like denying this man company especially if it pertained to robin's work was going to kill him. he would chalk this to his overprotective side and proud brother side conflicting for dominance. " ah, yes. that advertisement. " he allows his shoulders to relax only a fraction. " robin had been quite proud of that work. she'd sent me some when her work was finished. "

he paused to eye aventurine before adding. " am i to assume you're asking for a cup of tea? "

[lifegambled]

there is a small chuckle from the blond. " & reveal my hand before the game has even started ? " he paused a few steps away from the other before turning around to face his host. " come on, mr. sunday. where is the fun in that ? " the face he makes is akin to a child not getting their way. a perfectly practiced pout. though his eyes giveaway his amusement in getting under sunday's feathers.

" i saw an advertisement on my way here that involved your dear sister for a new brand of tea. knowing how close the two of you are, i am willing to bet that you have some squirreled away. " as aventurine spoke, he made his way towards the table & taking a seat. though tea is not his preferred drink of choice, he doesn't get the vibe that sunday is much of a drinker.

" I suppose you are correct in that statement. " there seemed to be a hint of irritation as he let out a shaky sigh. the other man had such an . . . interesting air about him that kept sunday on heightened guard. aventurine was an individual whose poker face truly was the best he'd ever seen.

" but i am certain you have more reason than simply to visit a ' friend ' am i correct? " if he were to describe his interactions with aventurine it was as if it were a risky dance where both men vied for lead and neither could come to an agreement. " if so then out with it. i have my responsibilities as do you. i am more than certain you have much more pressing matters than pestering me just because you wanted a visit. "

[lifegambled]

" is it suddenly a crime to want to visit a ' friend ' ? " the stoneheart tone is nonchalant as ever. though, the both of them know that the ipc does not simply visit for the fun of it. aventurine always has something up his sleeve.

the coin that he was fidgeting with in his right hand is flicked in the direction of the halovian with a cat — like smile that resembles more of a smirk. never once pausing as he made his way towards the office.

⭑ ☀ — @lifegambled

" WELL if it isn't mr. aventurine. to what do i owe the pleasure? " a smile dons his lips, but there seems to be an underlying hint of something else. what was it? that was for sunday to know and only those privy to find out. " we don't have a schedules appointment for quite some time so there must be another reason you've come here. please-- " a pause to give a hand gesture for the other to proceed " --if you will. "

[lifegambled]

" oh — don't worry about little old me, dear. how about you tell me about your day instead of mine ? " he brushes off the question & directs it back to her so easily. not one to talk about work a lot. mostly due to the sensitive information these meetings tend to hold. as well as he isn't always proud of the lengths he has to go through at times to secure a deal.

the innocent little songbird doesn't need to know what he does behind closed doors. it's bad enough she knows so much between her brother & him — though he would probably have ran off a long time ago if she wasn't there to lend her support.

sipping on his drink, he fished his phone out of his pocket after hearing a familiar text tone. though, he quickly ignored the text he got from topaz & scrolled through his messages with robin instead. from the preview, it was just a summary of the meeting & some documents he will have to go over later. not anything super pressing. trying to find something he remembered her mentioning a few days ago. " that's right — that's new shop you mentioned should be opened. " aventurine put his phone away once he found the post she sent him. " we should go there later since we are nearby. "

" OH, don't worry about it. i'm just glad you've arrived. " she waves a hand dismissively as she watches the man sit down. she may have arrived a good bit earlier than the expected time and had more than enough time to pre-order drinks ahead of time, but it was her own doing that led her to being so early and waiting for the amount of time she had been sitting here.

" i did, indeed. " she nods her head as she lifts her drink to her lips, a tiny sip before placing the glass back down and dabbing her lips with her napkin as a force of habit. she returns her hands to her lap before a furrow forms on her brow and she tilts her head to the side. she wears her expressions clearly on her face much in contrast to her brother who maintains a more composed look when he can. it's clear she's concerned. " oh dear. if you don't mind me prying but what happened? i hope nothing too awful. "