#feydpaul x reader

[zaldritzosrose]

Ours to Love (Feyd x Bene Gesserit!Reader x Paul)

Summary: The Bene Gesserit were a force that few Houses would trifle with. Rumours of witchcraft had circled them for as long as anyone could remember. Their webs of manipulation wrapping around even the post powerful of rulers. You were the definition of that, proving there was little a Sister could not achieve. So what would happen when you were sent to seduce not one, but two Heirs to powerful Houses?

CW: MINORS DNI, afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of manipulation, Paul being a little submissive, Feyd being more forceful, comparisons of Bene Gesserit to witches (descriptions of their powers as bewitching etc), profanity, innuendo, slight rough sex, p in v sex, kind of a threesome but not, mentions of BG breeding programme.

Words: 5541

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The Bene Gesserit were a group few understood. Dancing the line between mortal and something more. Their abilities made them both dangerous and curious in equal measure. Houses would, willingly or unwillingly, bend to the will of the Sisters. Most old and great Houses knew better than to deny a Sister.

Some accused them of being witches. Bewitching the minds of anyone they chose. Controlling the world as though they were master puppeteers.

Even Houses like the Harkonnens and the Atreides weren’t free from Bene Gesserit influence.

But the depth of that influence would soon show its true nature.

You were a marvel really. The gem in the Reverend Mother’s collection. Excelling in every way, ‘a natural talent’, the Reverend Mother had said. Showing your proficiency in all manner of ways to manipulate and coerce someone to your way of thinking.

Some might call it magic, so many Houses calling you and your Sisters witches. But you were simply in control of your minds, honing your craft to bend others to your cause.

So, it was no surprise to you when Mother Helen requested your presence in her study after the whisperings of a potential path to the fulfilment of the Bene Gesserit’s long standing breeding programme.

“Reverend Mother,” you said softly, inclining your head before seating yourself before Mother Helen.

You waited patiently. Though you could sense why you’d been summoned, you didn’t want to overstep yourself.

“I presume you know why I have asked you here?” Mother Helen said sternly, the light from the window behind her illuminating her just enough to see the faint smile on her lips.

“Yes, Reverend Mother.”

Your hands fidgeted with the embroidery on your dress. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or excitement, but either way your stomach was in knots.

Luckily, Mother Helen wasted little time in explaining the situation.

“We have two prospects, my dear. Paul Atreides, the Duke’s son. And Feyd-Rautha, of House Harkonnen.”

Your heart seemed to speed up. Two prospects?

“Two? That is unusual, isn’t it?” you asked, keeping your tone as calm and respectful as possible.

The Reverend Mother’s smile tightened before she spoke.

“Not necessarily. It is safer to have several avenues to follow than relying on one.”

She wasn’t chastising you, but her tone left no room for argument. But her words made sense. Why would an organisation as powerful as the Bene Gesserit rest all of their hopes on one person?

You simply nodded. You had a feeling more instructions would come when you needed them.

“And you have been trusted to follow both of these paths, to see which ends in success.”

You couldn’t stop your expression changing. Surprise colouring your face. Both. You were to pursue both men in the hopes of fulfilling plans that had been laid for centuries?

“Reverend Mother, I…”

But the hand Mother Helen raised stopped you immediately.

“No questions. You have been honoured with this, my dear. Both Houses are to be in Arrakis for an Imperial court in the next week, Feyd and Paul will be attending.”

Mother Helen leaned in, almost inspecting you.

“As will you. You are tasked with testing both heirs, everything has been prepared for your departure.”

Her words were final. You were travelling to Arrakis whether you liked it or not. There was little use in arguing, many of your Sisters could only dream of being given such a prestigious task.

The weight of the breeding programme now lay on your shoulders.

The meeting on Arrakis was something neither Paul nor Feyd wished to attend, if they were asked to speak honestly on the subject.

They had been named heirs to their Houses and it was expected for them to be there. To hear about the Imperial plans, to what would be expected of them as and when they took control of their respective Houses.

But honestly? Sat on either side of the long table, surrounded by Lord, Barons, Dukes – all of whom they’d long forgotten the names of – they would rather be anywhere else.

So, when the meeting took a break and they were finally granted a reprieve, they all but marched out of the room. Paul made immediately for a balcony, inhaling the warm but fresh air of Arrakis to clear his mind. Feyd simply walked, wandering the winding halls to distract himself.

Little did they know, they were being watched. The Bene Gesserit, aside from the Reverend Mother herself, rarely attended meetings like this so you had simply been sat in a shaded courtyard, waiting.

The wives and daughters of the political leaders were also seated around you, but you paid them little mind. You had a job to do. Your lace veil remained draped over your face; the matching gown you had chosen thankfully light enough to fend off the desert heat.

The other ladies openly avoided you, from fear or hatred, you didn’t know. You liked it, if you were honest. The fact that your mere presence could instil such drastic feelings into strangers.

The doors to the main hall opening and closing drew your attention, though it was now a choice of who to find first. The meetings were to last a week at the least, so you had time enough. But two potential prospects was going to be a challenge even for a seasoned Sister such as yourself.

But the Reverend Mother had asked you for a reason. You knew it without her even saying it.

So many believed the Bene Gesserit to be witches, using long forgotten magic to bewitch and beguile their intended targets. You only added to that belief. There was simply something about you. A magnetism, as the Reverend Mother called it. An aura that drew people, especially men, into your web and entangled them before they even knew what you were doing.

Which is exactly what you needed to do with the Atreides and Harkonnen heirs.

Ensnare. Entangle. Entrance.

Paul was too lost to his thoughts to notice someone joining him on the balcony. His eyes trained solely on the seemingly infinite expanse of desert that was Arrakis. Only a soft voice alerted him to his guest.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He turned his head sharply; eyes widened a little in surprise. He hadn’t even heard you enter, never mind stand at his side. He took a moment to take you in. The veil, the black lace that seemed to melt into your gown below, though you had revealed your face now. Paul knew enough about the Bene Gesserit to read the clues.

But beyond that, he couldn’t ignore how beautiful you were. Already, he could feel a pull he couldn’t ignore.

But you spoke again before he could respond.

“I apologise for startling you, young Master.”

Paul simply frowned and nodded. You knew him then, enough to know his title as the Duke’s son.

“No apology needed.” He said quietly turning back to the view in front of him.

You took that time, as he had, to study him. The sharp lines of his profile, the messy, warm brown curls that framed his face. Already, you wagered, you had struck lucky on the first path you were meant to follow.

Paul could feel you watching him, like a specimen being studied. Something tingled in the back of his mind, putting him on edge. He could only guess that it was you. It was like you were searching for something within his mind.

And everything he knew of the Bene Gesserit, from his mother had him immediately paranoid. But you were persistent, letting your presence linger in his mind before retreating.

“Is there something you needed?” he asked, flitting his eyes toward you.

You smiled. You knew his mother was one of your own, so you were prepared for a little resistance from him. It was half the reason you had come to Paul first. But you also knew he was no different to any other man.

You just might need to push a little harder to get him to break.

“Am I bothering you? I can go if you wish…” you played up the hurt in your tone, having sensed it would chip away at his defences.

You even turned to leave, and immediately felt his hand on your arm.

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

His touch was gentle, but enough to stop you moving further. You turned back, placing your hand over his. You could have sworn you even saw a small smile tug at his lips.

You had him…almost.

“I know how tedious these events can be, maybe you simply need some company?”

You stood a little closer, his hand having let you go, but your arm now brushing against his. Paul huffed out a laugh. Maybe your company wouldn’t be so bad. You were beautiful, a welcome distraction from long, political meetings.

And a little peek into Paul’s mind told you just the same.

Your claws were already sinking in.

Soon, Paul was drawn back into a meeting with his father. You could see the hesitation in eyes as he left, but your hand on his arm seemed to soften him.

“I’ll be here all week, to distract you whenever you choose,”

The hint of flirtation in your voice had a soft blush creeping on to his cheeks. He simply nodded, turning quickly and hurrying to meet his father.

Your focus now turned to Feyd. The Harkonnens were, by your research, wary of the Bene Gesserit compared to most Houses. So, you knew your plans would need to change.

A few well-placed questions told you that Feyd was down in the palace’s armoury, which was no surprise. Feyd’s reputation travelled a little further than Paul’s. The Harkonnen heir was well known for his ferocity and his combat prowess. But you knew from experience, that there would be far more beneath the surface.

You just needed to find it.

Feyd’s head snapped around the moment you entered. Barely crossing the threshold before he spoke.

“Whoever you are, I don’t want to be disturbed.”

You held back your smile. Impressive, you thought. Though you were more than prepared for more of a challenge with Feyd. Where you could sense a timidness, a weakness almost in Paul, there was little of that in Feyd. You were going to need a different tactic with him.

But his tone didn’t deter you. His body turned completely to you as you continued to approach him.

“Then I won’t disturb you. The room is large enough for us both.”

You could see Feyd’s jaw twitch, simply at the fact someone didn’t immediately bend to his will. With slow movements, you walked straight past him and made a point of looking over the different weapon displays. But you could feel his eyes on you.

You could tell Feyd was a man of action, one who let his reputation speak for him. Of letting fear be his weapon.

So, you made a point of ignoring him. But you could hear the steady thump of his footsteps as he approached. Despite his proximity, you continued to ignore him.

He was mere inches from your back when you spoke again.

“I thought you didn’t want to be disturbed, Na-Baron?”

You could almost feel the frustration coming off him in waves. He was a man who wasn’t used to being told ‘No’.

But just like Paul, you knew you had him intrigued. And you had a feeling Feyd would be more inclined to make how he felt known.

“You are truly something,” he mumbled, his voice a low rumble, almost quiet enough for you to miss it.

He was almost pressed against you now, the solid plane of his chest with barely inches between you. His arm reaching round, trailing over one of the knives on the wall.

“The armoury is not where I would expect to see a Bene Gesserit…” he whispered, leaning even further in.

Your head turned ever so slightly, leaning back to close the distance between your bodies.

“I like to do the unexpected.”

You were sure you heard him chuckle. His cheek almost pressed to yours now. His skin was cool against yours and you relished the feeling. Maybe breaking Feyd wouldn’t be as difficult as you thought.

You were almost caged between him and the display. Both arms now reaching around and leaning his weight against your back.

“I am sure there are a lot of things you like to do, hmm?”

You knew he was trying to intimidate you, believing he was the cat, and you were the little mouse.

But how wrong he would be.

Neither Feyd nor Paul listened to anyone who warned them against you.

Paul’s mother was the first to berate him on his fascination with you, even after only a few meetings. Warning him of what a Sister like you was capable of. That could have already clouded his mind and there would be nothing he could do.

But he refused to listen. You had done nothing to harm him. You had been nothing but kind. He had no reason, in his mind, to not trust you.

In Feyd’s case, it had been his uncle. The Harkonnen Baron had immediately questioned Feyd on his interactions with you, recognising immediately why the Bene Gesserit would show interest in his nephew.

But much like Paul, he refused to listen. In his opinion, he wasn’t weak enough to succumb to such manipulations. The myths he had heard of the Bene Gesserit were just that, myths that would scare weaker minds.

Little did they know, that was exactly what you wanted them to believe. The first step in having them entirely trapped.

Your first meetings with both men felt successful. Knowing you were now firmly in their minds only bolstered your confidence in completing your task. You could see it in how they looked at you.

Feyd was clearer, desire burning dark in his gaze. Paul, however, was more subtle, though his eyes rarely ever left you.

Throughout the week, you met with both of them whenever you could. Separately of course. It wasn’t quite the time to cross that line yet. Though the time may come.

You had seen them interact during the more social side of the political meetings. Finding common ground, it seemed, only through being heirs to prominent Houses.

You had seen the suspicious stares from their family members, wagering that both men had been warned against you. But that only told you that your plans had worked. You were in their minds; you had captured their hearts.

Exactly as you intended.

Tonight was a grand affair. The middle of the week and break from politics and strategy meetings. Everyone attended, including you.

The hall was decked out with tables laden with food, a stage that housed a band and a large space in the centre that could only be for dancing. A surefire way to get nobles socialising was a ball.

The Reverend Mother had told you to focus on this night especially. When most everyone would be more relaxed, including Feyd and Paul. 

Part of you wondered if either of them had noticed your attention being split between them both. Whether Paul’s knowledge of the Bene Gesserit had in any way clued him into what you had planned.

Either way, it mattered little. From the moment you arrived in the hall, you could feel their eyes on you.

Your interactions with both men had been intimate in their own ways.

Paul was gentle, timid almost when it came to you, and you had taken your time with him before he had got comfortable enough in your presence. But when he was comfortable, he was like putty in your hands.

Feyd on the other hand was a man who knew what he wanted and was willing to take it. And take it he did. He was experienced, there was no doubt in that. And his desires for you were not something he concerned himself with hiding.

So, it was no surprise when Feyd was the first to approach you.

His hands reached instantly for your arms, stroking up and down the bare skin and tugging you gently back towards his chest.

“I have been waiting for you to appear, my little mouse.”

You smiled at the name. It was more of a tease than a condescension. He knew as well as you did, you were his equal in many ways.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Na-Baron?”

Feyd leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he chuckled.

“I would wait forever for a moment of your time, you know that.”

It was a simple flirtation, but you bit back a smile at the implication. You had your teeth in deep and Feyd had no means of escape. But despite yourself, you leaned back into him.

“That’s quite a promise, am I truly so memorable?”

Feyd’s hands had travelled from your arms to your waist, fingers digging into your body just a little. There was almost a possessiveness to how he touched you, both in bed and out in public. You couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine at the coolness of his skin through your dress.

“Memorable is one word to describe you. Tempting is a far better word, I wager.”

His voice was so low, a dark rumble in your ear. Inviting you to give into him this time, to satisfy the mutual desire between you both.

You entwined your hand with his, twisting in his arms.

“Tempting enough to follow?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, you simply walked. Feyd following at your heels like a loyal pup. A sure sign, even if he didn’t know it, of the hold you had on him.

What you didn’t see, however, was Paul’s eyes on you the entire time. Or that he walked out seconds behind you and Feyd.

You hurried down the halls, Feyd easily keeping pace. You slipped into one of the many guest lounges, neither of you concerned with closing the door behind you. As far as you were concerned, no one would disturb you.

Now you were alone, Feyd was on you within seconds. Lips crushed to yours with a ferocity you welcomed. Hands gripping anywhere they could, all but tearing the clothes from your body.

If you had to describe how Feyd loved, it was like being pursued by an animal. His emotions laid bare when he was alone with you, burning through him and dragging you along with him.

But you could take it. You relished it. He was fully entangled in his need for you that he didn’t notice how much control you truly had. How you had wormed your way into his mind and bewitched his very soul.

Your back hit the wall, his lips travelling down as he tugged the sleeves of your dress down your arms. Exposing your skin to his hungry touch. Your own hands gripping at the fabric of his tunic.

This was how it had gone every time you and Feyd were alone. You were a temptation he couldn’t resist, which is exactly what you intended.

His hand travelled lower, tugging your leg high and around his hips, pushing his body tighter against you.

This was how far you usually got. Entwined with each other without fully submitting to desire. But you knew you needed to move things along, to truly test what kind of man Feyd was.

Deft hands pushed his tunic from his shoulders, followed by the thin fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t the first time you had seen Feyd in a state of undress, but it was a sight every time.

His face was buried in your neck as he rolled his hips against you. Your other leg quickly pulled to circle his waist, his rhythm only increasing as your nails dug into his shoulder.

“Tell me I can have you this time?” he mumbled, nipping at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

He was almost pleading as he spoke, the smallest sliver of vulnerability in his words. Hips rutting harder into your waiting body. There was a desperation to him, a deep seated need that made you sure you had a strong hold on him.

You paused for what seemed like an eternity to Feyd, earning you an impatient growl.

“Yes, you can have me…you’ve been so good waiting.”

The praise sent a shot of desire straight to his cock, his arms wrapping tight around your waist as he carried you over to a nearby table. A bed would have been preferred, you thought, but you weren’t about to stop him now.

You laid yourself back immediately, tugging your dress high over your thighs as Feyd caged you beneath his body. His lips quickly finding the soft swell of your chest, nipping and licking your skin through the fabric.

Your moans were soft, but they were like music to his ears. His hands gripped your thighs, tugging your closer to his body. Grinding himself against you until you sighed out his name.

In control or not, you were enjoying this as much as he was.

Feyd quickly had his belt and trousers opened, freeing himself without hesitation. Right now, he didn’t have the patience for foreplay. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. But strong hands on your waist had you on your front, your ass bare and on display.

You moaned in unison as he pushed inside, stretching your walls in the most delicious of ways. The stone of the table was cool against your stomach as Feyd set a steady but punishing rhythm.

Neither of you heard the door push open wider. Feyd’s face pressed into your skin, biting at the flesh as he slammed himself into you.

All Paul could see was the slam of Feyd’s hips against yours. All he could hear was the sound of you moaning Feyd’s name over and over again. It was like a knife to his heart. Was he so uninteresting to you? Had he been too soft, too gentle for you to even consider his affection?

He stood motionless as your moans seemed to get higher and higher. He felt his own cock twitch in his trousers at the very sight, torn between desire and jealousy.

The table seemed to slam against the ground with the force of Feyd’s hips, your moans reaching a crescendo as you all but screamed his name in pleasure. Feyd’s moans devolved to growls as he thrust into you a final time, painting your insides with his thick seed.

Only then, did you realise Paul was in the room. You recognised his mind immediately. Feyd turned at the feeling of someone else in the room.

The Harkonnen’s eyes darkened at the sight of the Paul.

“Enjoying the view?” Feyd snapped, making no moves cover himself as he turned, slowly tucking himself back into his trousers.

You turned and sat up, wrapping your arms around Feyd’s waist and tugging him backwards between your legs. His back pressed to your chest.

“Don’t be cruel, Feyd. Why don’t you come closer, Paul?”

Feyd snapped his head to you, but the look in your eyes told him not to argue. Your hold was strong, the fog in his mind returning and dragging him over to your will. His jaw tensed and he growled low in his throat.

It was like Paul’s mind wasn’t his own as he began to walk closer. Closing the distance between you with quick steps. Before he knew it, he was at your side.

Your hand stretched out to him, drawing him even further in. Your hand carded through his hair as the other rested on Feyd’s back. You could see the desire behind Paul’s eyes, and it was as though fate had delivered you both men on a silver platter.

“You could join us, if you wanted?” you asked, stroking Feyd’s back as though calming a wild animal.

Paul visibly swallowed. Were you really asking what he thought you were? The bite of fear at the way Feyd glared dissipated as you tugged a little at his curls.

He nodded, not trusting his own words. Feyd moved to stand on your opposite side, but you could still see how his body tensed at the mere idea of Paul touching you. And it gave you an idea. You let your presence linger in Feyd’s mind and gave him an instruction.

…Show him. He’s nervous, and I know you want to show him who I belong to…

Your words echoed in his mind, and you knew he’d heard as he smirked.

“Let me show you how it’s done, Atreides. Up close this time.”

You knew that would get him. If there was one thing you had learned to play on with Feyd, it was his possessiveness. To know that he had control of you.

With Paul, he needed to know he was enough for you, to hear how much you wanted him.

Before Feyd could take you again, you made quick work of Paul’s jacket. Throwing the dark material behind him and tugging him down for a kiss. You poured every ounce of desire into that one kiss, feeling Feyd slip back between your legs in the process.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing your dress even further up your body. Revealing more and more of your skin to both of your lovers. His lips found your stomach, hot kisses making your moan into Paul’s mouth as Feyd travelled lower and lower.

Your own hand slipped down to Paul’s waistband, deftly undoing the fastenings of his trousers and slipping your hand inside. Your kiss swallowed Paul’s moans as your wrapped your hand around his length, starting a slow, almost torturous rhythm until he was pulsing in your palm.

Your other hand rested on Feyd’s head, holding him close as he finally found your core. There was something so filthy about how his tongue began to clean his own seed from your skin, but that was another thing you had learned about Feyd.

There were few things he wouldn’t do.

The pace of your hand around Paul’s cock increased as Feyd buried himself entirely between your folds. Your thighs tight around his head as he devoured you.

Paul’s hand rested against the table beside you, steadying himself as he felt his release licking at the base of his spine. But when you grabbed his free hand, bringing it up to massage at your breast, he moaned deep into your mouth.

His touch was needy, relishing at the feeling of your soft flesh beneath his own. He quickly tugged the neckline of your dress lower, freeing both of your breasts from their confines. But what surprised you most, was when his lips left yours and began to suckle at your flesh.

Your moans were a tangle of their names, your heels digging into Feyd’s back as your second orgasm spilled onto his tongue. The salty mix your juices and his seed had Feyd’s eyes fluttering closed.

“Let…let Paul have a turn, Feyd…” you gasped, pushing Feyd back gently.

Feyd huffed, wiping his chin on the back of his hand but he did as he was bid. But you could see the way Feyd’s eyes trailed over Paul’s body, all the way down to where your hand remained wrapped around his cock.

He stepped back, giving Paul just enough space to slip between your thighs.

Paul’s hands were more tentative as they trailed up your thighs and over your hips. Where Feyd was rough and animalistic, Paul was soft and gentle. Almost timid in how he touched you. You had seen it in both their minds. Feyd had almost lost count now with how many conquests he’d had. Paul on the other hand had lost his virginity and little more.

Your legs spread wider, your hand slipping down and resuming your rhythm over Paul’s cock. Feyd watched intently, your free hand rubbing mindless circles over his stomach.

Paul was slow as he entered you. Your slick walls welcoming him with ease, his cock stretching you almost as much as Feyd’s.

You knew this likely wasn’t what the Reverend Mother intended. You were supposed to test them both and choose who to take to the programme. But they were both too much temptation for you to ignore.

“You feel so good, Paul…” you sighed out as he finally bottomed out.

You could feel him preen at the praise, your other hand trailing up his torso and pulling him down for a kiss. The change in angle had Paul groaning into your mouth, your legs wrapping around his hips and urging him to start moving.

His rhythm was slower than Feyd’s but no less satisfying, dragging his length in and out of you slowly. Letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock.

Your nails dug into Feyd’s skin, letting him know from experience that you needed more from Paul.

“She likes it harder, Atreides.” Feyd growled, making Paul stutter in his movements.

Paul glanced at you, and you nodded, telling him that you believed he could do it. That was the push he needed.

Slowly but surely, he sped up. Spurred on by the increased volume of your moans. Feyd smirked, and he couldn’t help but tease Paul just that little more.

“Come on, she won’t break. Fuck her like you mean it.”

Feyd’s taunts made Paul’s jaw tighten, his hands gripping your waist just a little more. What if that’s what made you choose Feyd? Maybe that’s what made you prefer Feyd over him? Even if that wasn’t true, it spurred Paul on.

His face buried itself into your neck, hips now slamming into yours. He wasn’t as rough as Feyd, but the force was much the same. Jealousy was what pushed Paul harder and deeper into your core.

Feyd’s lips found the other side of your neck, biting and licking at your skin just the way you liked it. He wasn’t about to let Paul have you all to himself.

It wasn’t long before Paul’s rhythm began to falter, signalling his release.

“Make her come first, Atreides. I promise the feeling of her squeezing your cock as you come will be worth it.”

Paul huffed into your neck, pulling back to look at Feyd. The taunts were getting to him, but you could also tell they were only making him work harder. And his hesitation had Feyd mocking him again.

“Use your fingers…” Feyd growled, his own hand sliding down your stomach and circling just over your pearl.

“Just here.”

Paul shoved Feyd’s hand away in frustration. He was going to prove to both of you that he was just as good as Feyd was. His fingers were soft on your skin, putting just enough pressure on your bud to have you arching your back in pleasure.

“That’s it, keep going until she can’t take anymore.”

Paul tried his best to keep his rhythm going as he touched you. But luckily, your third peak came quick enough. Your walls squeezing his cock so tight he could barely push inside. You keened his name as you came, Paul following not long after. His seed now mixing with Feyd’s inside you.

He pulled out slowly, and you sat up. Your hands found both of their necks, pulling them in for a kiss one after the other.

You wondered if they knew what your plans had been, but at the same time you didn’t care. You were satisfied, and by the looks in their eyes, so were they.

The political tour soon came to its end. The Reverend Mother had called you to her side after hearing the rumours that you had taken both heirs to bed.

“You are telling me that you’ve had them both?” Mother Helen asked, a mix of surprise and disappointment in her eyes.

But you had already prepared your reasonings.

“I have. I have seen both their minds, tested their resolves and both of them are more than adequate to sire a new generation.” You said simply.

Mother Helen looked at you for a moment and you did your best to hide whatever emotions you had when it came to Feyd and Paul.

In reality, you had found yourself desiring them both. In the days that followed, encounters between the three of you had only increased. Together or separately, it didn’t matter.

All you had to do now, was convince the Reverend Mother.

Feyd and Paul were sat in their final meeting, their relationship remaining cordial but closer than it was. Both of them wanted you, and neither wanted to let the other have you.

So, without your knowledge, they had come to an agreement.

Paul’s knowledge of the Bene Gesserit had clued him in to the existence of the breeding programme. And it was the best explanation they had for your initial interest – they were both heirs to great Houses with once members of your Order as mothers.

But they both agreed that your interest in them, now surpassed your duty.

All that remained was figuring out how to share you.

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A BITTER HARVEST — Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

REQUESTED BY @reemoony

SYNOPSIS — You are Lady Y/N of House Veturis, a highborn noblewoman whose family allied with the Harkonnens. Your relationship with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, a man known for cruelty and ambition, has grown into something that neither of you expected—something that felt like love. You believed you were changing him, but his uncle, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, saw you as a threat. Manipulating Feyd’s insecurities, the Baron poisoned his mind against you, leading Feyd to say things so cruel and devastating that they shattered you completely. You fled Giedi Prime, heartbroken, leaving Feyd behind. When Feyd realizes his mistake, he follows you to Veturis, ready to beg for forgiveness—desperate, broken, and filled with regret. Will you be able to forgive him after everything he’s done?

WARNING(S) — Emotional manipulation, hurtful language, heavy angst and heartbreak, emotional turmoil, mention of betrayal.

𝜗𝜚 ALL FEEDBACKS, IDEAS SUGGESTION — TO AUSTINSWIFE

The halls of Giedi Prime seemed colder than usual. The oppressive gloom of the planet seeped into every corner, making it impossible to escape the weight of it. But somehow, in your presence, the suffocating atmosphere had less of a hold on Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. You were like a reprieve from the cruelty and manipulation that surrounded him, a breath of something real in the toxic world he had grown up in.

Sitting together in one of the many dimly lit chambers of the Harkonnen estate, you had been speaking softly about your home, Veturis, recounting the beauty of its landscapes, so different from the harshness of Giedi Prime. Feyd’s sharp eyes were fixed on you, listening intently, though he rarely admitted how much he cherished these moments with you.

“You’d like it there,” you said with a soft smile. “It’s nothing like this place. The air is clean, and the sea stretches out endlessly.”

“Clean air and endless seas,” Feyd repeated with a hint of amusement. “You make it sound like a dream.”

“It could be,” you replied, leaning a little closer. “It could be for both of us.”

For a moment, there was something almost vulnerable in Feyd’s eyes, a flicker of longing for a life different from the one he’d always known. But the world you were imagining together was nothing like the one his uncle had planned for him. And as if on cue, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen stepped into the room.

His shadow fell over you both, and Feyd immediately stiffened, his body language changing from relaxed to guarded in an instant. The softness he showed you vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating façade he wore around his uncle.

“Ah, nephew,” the Baron purred, his voice dripping with false warmth. “I see you’ve been keeping yourself… entertained.”

Feyd stood quickly, his hand slipping away from yours. “Uncle,” he greeted, his tone clipped. He always seemed uncomfortable when the Baron was around you, though you couldn’t quite understand why.

The Baron’s eyes flicked to you, and his lip curled in disgust. He had never hidden his disdain for you. You were the thorn in his side, the one person who seemed to have some control over Feyd that he couldn’t understand or manipulate.

“I need a word with you, Feyd,” the Baron said, his voice suddenly sharp. “Alone.”

You glanced at Feyd, trying to catch his eye, but he was already moving toward the door, his jaw set tight. He didn’t look back at you as he followed his uncle out of the room, leaving you alone with a growing sense of unease.

The Baron wasted no time. As soon as they were alone, he turned on Feyd, his expression twisted with disgust.

“You’re a fool, Feyd,” the Baron spat, his voice low and venomous. “A complete fool.”

Feyd’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“That woman,” the Baron hissed, gesturing dismissively in the direction you had gone. “She’s making you weak. I’ve seen the way you’ve changed. You’ve gone soft.”

Feyd’s fists clenched at his sides, but he remained silent. The Baron took that as an invitation to continue.

“You used to be ruthless, focused. A true Harkonnen,” the Baron went on, his voice dripping with disdain. “But now? Now you sit around listening to her ridiculous stories about some paradise planet. She’s distracted you from your purpose. From what we’ve been working toward for years.”

Feyd’s jaw tightened. “I’m still focused.”

“No,” the Baron snapped. “You’re not. And do you know why? Because she’s gotten into your head. You think she cares about you, Feyd? She’s using you.”

Feyd’s stomach twisted, doubt creeping in. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” the Baron sneered. “Think about it. She’s a highborn noble from a lesser house. Do you really think she’s with you because of some romantic notion? She’s manipulating you. Her family stands to gain from your success. She’s softening you, making you weak so she can control you.”

Feyd’s thoughts spun, confusion mixing with anger. He had never doubted you before, but now, the Baron’s words wormed their way into his mind. Could it be true? Was this all a game for you, just another move in the endless power struggles of the nobility?

“You’re letting her cloud your judgment,” the Baron pressed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “She’s pulling you away from your destiny. Don’t let a woman stand in your way, Feyd. You’re better than that.”

Feyd stood in silence, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. When he finally spoke, his voice was hard. “I won’t let anyone stand in my way.”

Later that evening, you were sitting in your chambers when the door slammed open. You jumped, startled by the sound, and looked up to see Feyd standing in the doorway. But the man standing before you now wasn’t the same Feyd who had sat with you earlier, listening to your stories of Veturis. His face was twisted with anger, his eyes cold and distant.

“Feyd?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. “What’s wrong?”

He stormed toward you, his movements sharp and aggressive. “How long have you been playing me?” he demanded, his voice harsh.

You blinked, utterly confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. “My uncle warned me about you. You’ve been using me this whole time, haven’t you? Pretending to care, pretending to love me, all for your own gain.”

Your heart dropped. The sudden change in him, the accusation in his voice—it cut deeper than you thought possible. “I… I don’t understand. I’ve never lied to you, Feyd. I’ve only ever cared about you.”

“Cared about me?” he spat, his face inches from yours now. “You’re just like everyone else. You’ve been making me weak. You’re trying to manipulate me for your own purposes, for your family.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you forced yourself to stay calm. “Feyd, I don’t know what your uncle has told you, but it’s not true. I’ve never wanted to manipulate you. I love you.”

“Love?” He laughed bitterly, the sound filled with venom. “You think I believe that? A Harkonnen doesn’t love. We don’t feel. We take.”

You stared at him, your heart breaking with every word that came out of his mouth. The Feyd you had come to know, the Feyd who had softened around you, was gone, replaced by the cold, vicious man shaped by his uncle.

“If that’s what you think of me,” you whispered, your voice barely holding together, “then I have no reason to stay.”

Feyd’s eyes flashed with something—regret, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He didn’t say a word as you turned and walked out of the room, out of his life.

You fled Giedi Prime that very night, returning to Veturis with a shattered heart. Every word Feyd had said played over and over in your mind, cutting deeper each time. You had believed in him. You had thought he was different, that he could change. But in the end, it seemed his uncle’s influence was too strong.

On Veturis, you tried to rebuild your life, surrounding yourself with the familiar sights and sounds of home. But no matter how far you went, the ache in your chest remained. The Feyd you had loved was gone, and the emptiness he left behind was unbearable.

Meanwhile, back on Giedi Prime, Feyd was unraveling. At first, he tried to convince himself that he had done the right thing, that pushing you away was necessary. But as the days turned into weeks, that certainty began to erode. The silence in his chambers became suffocating, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized the truth.

The Baron had manipulated him, twisted his thoughts, and he had fallen for it. You hadn’t been using him. You had loved him, and he had thrown that love away. The weight of his mistake pressed down on him until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Weeks later, Feyd stood at the gates of your family’s estate on Veturis. The usually fearless man now felt a knot of dread tightening in his chest. This was different than anything he had ever faced before. This wasn’t a battle he could win through violence or cunning. This was something else entirely.

When you appeared, walking through the garden, Feyd felt his breath catch in his throat. You were still beautiful, still everything he had ever wanted. But there was a hardness in your eyes now, a barrier that hadn’t been there before.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped forward, his heart racing. “I was wrong.”

You crossed your arms, your expression unreadable. “What are you doing here, Feyd?”

“I—I came to apologize,” he said, his voice shaking. “I know I don’t deserve to be here. I know what I said to you—was unforgivable. But please, just… listen to me.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I let my uncle manipulate me,” Feyd said, his voice thick with regret. “He made me doubt you, made me doubt everything. And I— I was too weak to see it. I was too afraid. But I know now that he was wrong. I was wrong.”

You stood there, staring at him, and for the first time in his life, Feyd felt truly powerless. “Y/N, I can’t live without you,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I need you. Please. Please, just give me another chance.”

You shook your head, the pain in your eyes clear. “You don’t get to come here and beg for forgiveness after everything you said to me. You don’t get to just erase the damage you caused.”

“I know,” Feyd said, his voice breaking. “I know I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I’ll do anything—anything—to make it right. I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. I’ll show you that I’m not the man I was. Just… please, don’t leave me.”

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let him see how much he still affected you. “Feyd, you broke me.”

“I know,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if that’s what it takes. I’ll beg, I’ll crawl, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t turn your back on me.”

You stared at him, your heart aching. The man standing before you now wasn’t the Feyd who had pushed you away in anger. This Feyd was vulnerable, desperate, and full of regret. But could you trust him again? Could you open yourself up to that kind of hurt?

Finally, you sighed, your shoulders sagging under the weight of your emotions. “One chance, Feyd. That’s all you get. Don’t waste it.”

Relief flooded his features as he stepped forward, gently taking your hands in his. “I won’t. I swear.”

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Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 4 - 2.6K WC

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Warnings: violence, blood, fighting, Baron and Reverend Mother being shady af, pretty fluffy, reader is just built different, knife throwing, full on fight, blood licking?, slow burn, two passionate people trying to protect each other, I completely made up the language of Succo so don’t come for me, not proof read but then again none of my fics are

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You woke early, a slight crack in the curtains letting the blindingly bright black sun of Geidi Prime stream across your face. You groaned as you threw your arm over your face; the bed felt cold, lonely. You looked over to where Feyd slept last night, rolling towards his pillow. His scent still lingered - sweet blood mixed with musky sweat. You breathed deep before your maids entered the room. 

“What?” you hissed at them, holding your hand out to pause them in their place. Your blood magic felt stronger than it had in days now that you had fed, especially from such a strong host.

“The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha has requested your presence in the training arena princess. He gave me a message for you.” your maid said not looking you in your eyes.

You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand, your magic dragging her towards you. You set her down, she handed you the note with a trembling hand. “Out.” you said dismissing them. They scurried out like frightened rats. 

Fitalitum veritanic et alumi read the slip of parchment. You smiled to yourself, in your own mother tongue of Succonant he wrote “There is beauty in ferocity”. You placed the note in the top drawer of the bedside table before getting out of bed and readying yourself. You purposefully picked out one of your long dresses instead of training gear. He wanted to see beauty and ferocity, you would give it to him. As you adorned your dress you couldn’t help but admire how every piece of it could become a weapon. The sharp shoulder pads could be taken off and used as individual throwing knives. The belt became a barbed whip. The long sleeves hid two painfully thin blades, dainty but they hurt no less than a regular Cruor blade. Each layer on the dress had razor sharp edges, if you spun they were sure to carve your opponent. Finally a diadem which encased your shield should you need it. Cruor fought without them but you didn’t want to risk marking your face days before the wedding. You finished admiring yourself before grabbing your beloved Cruor sword and heading down the corridor to the training arena.

As you walked down the cavernous halls of the Harkonnen palace you were confronted with the Reverend Mother herself, as if her ghostly form sprouted from the floor itself.

“Princess Y/N” she stated in an unimpressed tone.

“Reverend Mother.” you said, equally displeased. 

“Are you prepared for your wedding?” she asked, reminding you that the end of the week was approaching rapidly.

“Of course.” you replied, bored.

“You may think yourself above the rest Cruor, but you must remember where you are. And who truly rules.” she said with spite in her voice.

“How could I forget Reverend Mother? Your shadows haunt these halls.” you said viciously, referring to her Bene Gesserit sisters.

“You are fortunate the Voice does not affect you. But there are other ways to make you cooperate.” she said, stepping closer to you in an attempt to be imposing.

You twisted your fingers, your magic forcing her back and making her stumble. “Unfortunately for you, you are not and will never be immune to blood magic. It is built into my very being, not some trick to be learned. You do not frighten me, and I will not cooperate with you unless I alone agree to it.” you snapped at her. 

“There are always ways to make one cooperate. Should something happen to your husband, the Queen will be looked at intensely as a suspect. With my advice.” she said with an unsettlingly soft smile.

“And what makes you think I care for him in the slightest?” you asked, despite knowing it wasn’t entirely true.

She hummed curiously, “Good day princess.” she said before walking away from you.

“Cunt.” you whispered before pushing on towards the training arena.

When you entered the arena Feyd was nowhere to be found. You honed in your accelerated hearing, listening for his heartbeat. Your scarlet eyes narrowed to your left but a blow hit you from the right. You rolled to the ground with a groan. Feyd looked down at you with nothing but malice. 

“What the fuck? That hurt you ass.” you coughed, hand holding your ribs which felt slightly cracked.

“What makes you think I care in the slightest?” he said with venom in his voice. He stomped towards you. 

You knew he overheard your conversation. This was no longer training, this was a fight. You kept hold on your side, continuing to pretend like you were in immense pain. As Feyd stood before you, you kicked out his ankles with one swipe of your leg. He fell to the ground, you held your nails to his neck. Feyd grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards him, he threw you over him. Using your momentum he rolled with you, pulling his knife out and stabbing it next to where your shoulder would have landed if you had not pulled yourself towards him as you rolled. You smacked your forehead into his, pulling one of your shoulder blades out and stabbing at his shoulder, the blue shimmer of the shield vibrating the small blade. You pushed off each other, both of you getting to your feet. 

You tossed the small shoulder blade away from you, “You want to fight? Fight.” you said, pressing the main jewel on the diadem. Your blue shield shimmer faded before you tossed it off entirely. Feyd followed suit. You smirked at him which only seemed to anger him. He lunged at you, blade thrusting towards your chest. You made an ‘X’ in front of you with your forearms, the thin blades in your sleeves caught the knife, you twisted until he dropped the blade. He brought his armored arms down, breaking the thin blades. You backed up, kicking his chest to push him away. Feyd tried to rush you but you spun away, the dress ends slicing through his armor and into his thigh slightly. You took your belt off, lassoing his ankle before pulling him. He landed on his back. You snatched the lasso back, wrapping it around your knuckles before you squared up. He attempted to swipe your leg, instead you caught his and punched him in the side, hearing one of his ribs crack. Feyd groaned as he bent over slightly, holding his side. 

“Now were even.” you said, tossing your belt to the side. 

Feyd pulled you down by your dress, rolling you beneath him before he snatched one of your remaining shoulder blades. Starting right above your belly button he dragged the knife, cutting your dress up to your neck. A thin cut trailing your skin from the very tip of the knife, making you suck in a sharp breath as you felt drops of your blood seep out. You reached up to grab him, he held both your wrists down after tossing the small blade away. Both of you breathed heavily, chests hitting each other with every inhale. His eyes looked into yours, alight with fire. His hips nestled between your legs. Your dress fell open, revealing the cut he left behind, hardly keeping your breasts covered.

“You learn quick.” you smiled beneath him. “You are not your weapons. You are the weapon.”

His eyes wandered to the cut he left up your torso, he saw the few drops of blood that dripped to your side. He slowly lowered himself down your chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You watched through a haze as his tongue flicked out before he dragged it up the cut between your breasts. You sucked in a breath, your eyes closing as your back began to arch into him. You felt his tongue leave you all too quick.

“Absolutely vile.” he said, savoring the way your iron tasted on his tongue.

You heard the door open and shut, a Harkonnen maid entered without looking at either of you, “The Baron has requested your presence in the Great Hall my Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” she said before scurrying out. 

Feyd stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You tugged your dress closed with one hand, accepting his help with the other. Chest to chest once again, time felt as if it had froze. Your breaths matched each other, breathing each other in and out. Feyd leaned in first, his forehead going to rest against yours. You moved to kiss him, not entirely sure why but every fiber of you ached for him and him alone. 

Before you could close the gap, the Barons voice boomed throughout the arena. “Nephew! We have much to discuss. You are dismissed princess.” He said waving you off. 

You tightly held your dress together, ripping yourself away from Feyd and exiting the room. You checked, making sure no guards or maids were around before remaining right outside the door, honing your hearing in on them. 

“Holding knives to your bride? I figured you’d be a brute in marriage like you are in battle. Try not to break her in too rough, they’re much less likely to oblige. Although… we could always have someone hold her down for you. Like I had to with you the first few times.” The Baron chuckled.

You could hear Feyd’s heartbeat, his soul was crushing at the memories and yet he was calm. The Baron confirmed what you had seen when you drank Feyd’s blood, he had abused Feyd - physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually. Your body warmed with anger, you had half a mind to go and rip the Baron’s throat out with your own teeth. He was an animal, he should die like an animal. 

“That won’t be necessary, I’m perfectly capable of taking her on my own.” Feyd replied.

Your heart sank and a low boil of fear started in your stomach. You felt stupid for starting to feel anything for him besides hate.

“She is strong willed, thinks she knows best. Tame her, break her. She need only produce and heir or two… then you can dispose of her.” The Baron said.

Feyd’s eyes widened slightly as his head whipped up to meet the Baron’s gaze. He composed himself once more, “Of course.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore. You hastily made your way back to your chambers, tearing off your gown once inside. As you moved to put on more comfortable clothing you caught sight of your reflection. You could see bruises forming along your side, and the blood that had dried on you from the cut that was still present up your chest. As soon as you had finished cleaning yourself up, dressing your wounds, and changing into much looser clothing you heard the door slide open.

Feyd looked at you, startled by what he saw. Black veins around your eyes were ever present as your pupils looked like that of a cat. Instead of your regular two fangs you had four. You looked like you were ready to devour him mind, body, and soul. “Y/N?” Is all he said.

“Are you here to break me? Tame me? Are you going to hold me down or will your guards be doing that?” You asked with so much loathing in your voice it made his head spin.

“You know I’d never hurt you-“ he started.

“Do I?” You cut him off. “You breathe because I allow it. Do not forget who comes from the more powerful house. Who carries generations of magic within them. Who feast off the very life source of others.” 

Feyd could see how much you distrusted him, and yet he saw your eyes getting misty.

“You are a beast, Feyd Rautha. A beast and a monster. To believe I ever thought otherwise…” you trailed off.

“I may be a monster but at least I am not some unfeeling blood magic wielding wench who cares for no one but herself. I overheard you with the Reverend Mother.” Feyd argued back, both of you now heated and angry.

Your jaw dropped. How could he be so thick? So fucking oblivious? “I said that to protect you!” You yelled at him, stepping closer. 

“What do you think I was doing?” He yelled back, throwing one of your empty glass jars to the side. 

The jar shattered as it hit your light disc he had gifted you. The disc faltered, the stars and Rubrum disappearing as the disc finally died, “No!” You yelled, rushing to it, forgetting the argument at hand entirely. You knelt next to it, picking it up and trying to make it work again.

Feyd watched you, his eyes softening. You were scared and alone on a planet you had never known, surrounded by people who viewed you as strange and lesser, whose only purpose was ultimate obedience, to be used any way that would benefit House Harkonnen without regard for you. 

You sighed, letting the star disc clatter to the floor. You remained on your knees, a small sniffle emanating from you. You hated looking weak, but you knew this was coming; everything was too much. You wanted nothing more than to go back to Succo. 

Feyd knelt in front of you, gently taking your arms till you rested against his chest. You let out a heart wrenching sob. One that had been held in for quite some time. “I would never hurt you, I am loyal to you above all else.” He murmured as he stroked your back, trying to calm you.

You leaned into him, finally letting out all that had been held in since you left Succo. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I have no one on this planet but you… I wish for us to be equals; us against any who oppose us.” You said between sniffles. 

Feyd pulled you back so he could see you. Your face had returned to normal, as did your fangs. Black tears cascaded down your cheeks, he gently wiped them off. As you looked at one another you could feel it. The same need to be understood, wanted. You both leaned in, lips finally meeting. Both of you let out sighs, the long awaited tension finally breaking. It was slow and sweet but gained momentum. You nipped his lip with one of your fangs, causing him to reel away from you in surprise. 

“Sorry…” you blushed.

He shook his head, “Don’t be… we should rest…” he said after a few moments.

“We have much to discuss.” You said.

“And we will. But for now, let us rest.” He said, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. 

You placed your hand over his, closing your eyes before nodding. He stood first, guiding you up as he stood. You climbed into the large satin covered bed. You watched as Feyd discarded his armor, along with his shirt. He held it for a moment, hesitating if he should or shouldn’t do what he was thinking. 

You reached out a hand for him, “Come to bed.” You said sleepily, already laying down amongst the pillows and blankets.

Feyd smiled softly as he set his shirt down and climbed in next to you. He did the same as the first night, sleeping far from you. You peeked at him through the haze of sleep that was rapidly consuming you. You tugged on his arm, making him scoot closer to you. You wrapped yourself around him; one leg around his hips while you laid yourself on his bare chest. You snuggled in for a moment before finally drifting off. Feyd caressed your hair as you slept, thinking of how he could protect you from his uncle because you were, by far, the most precious thing to him. 

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Jealousy

Feyd-Rautha x Reader

Set after Dune Part 2, Feyd is Baron and Paul is Emperor

“Yes, yes. Go.” The Baron waved her away. “It’s not like you would obey me if I told you to stay.” He said as the door shut and he was left sitting at the end of the table all alone.

He picked up his glass and slowly brought it to his lips, the last few weeks playing on his mind. His temper caught fire and he threw the goblet at the chair nearest him and screamed out in frustration.

“God damn that child!” He said as he stood, the chair scraping along the floor. “And what am I to do while he takes my wife from me? Am I to stand by and wait until he is old enough to care for himself before any attention is paid to me?”

The guards on the door glanced at one another, knowing what was coming. They would never be allowed leave this room alive after hearing the Baron’s explosion against his son, his heir. He was allowed to say these things but nobody was allowed to know this was how he felt.

The door to the hall opened once more and Feyd stepped out, wiping his dagger on the fabric of his shirt, blood slowly trailing out the doorway as it left the now lifeless bodies. He was on his way to train, and to brood. All he could think about these days was how, since you had gotten to Gedi Prime, you were always by his side and nobody ever saw one of you without the other. The people of Gedi Prime expected you to be together, even in the last days of pregnancy. But now they saw only him, with no one at his side.

He had a son, an heir. But he had no wife.

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“What’s that, my love?” You asked, trailing into the bedroom from the newly adjoined nursery. The room had been made completely secure, having no other entrance than the one linking the two rooms. Feyd had planned to keep his heir safe.

“Nothing.” Feyd’s deep voice replied as he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the floor by the bed.

“Where have you been all day? I haven’t seen you since breakfast.”

“Busy.” Feyd replied. He stopped when he saw you, his heard turning to the side. “Why are you not ready for dinner? We are hosting some very important people!” He reminded you of plans made long ago as his dark eyes took in your nightdress.

“I’m tired Feyd.” You breathed out. “Hakim is-“

“Do you mean to embarrass me?” Feyd asked angrily as he closed the gap between you. “Do you mean to make me look a fool when I am the only one who’s wife is not by their side. You know what they say, our people?” He asked.

You shook your head in answer. You have learned how to deal with Feyd’s outbursts, and the best thing was not to make him angrier.

“They say you do not love me.” Feyd whispered.

“You do not care for love, or what they think as long as they obey you.”

“I do not care for your intransigence!”

You studied his face, his cold features as they looked upon you. You wished for some warmth, but you don’t remember seeing any since the baby was born. “I thought I had one child to deal with, I see now I have two.”

“You won’t have any if you do not act as I expect my wife to.”

You felt the blood drain from your body at the threat, at the fact that he could say something like that to you. He looked you over with his black eyes before turning and walking to the door.

“Pick a dress and meet me in the hall. I will make some excuse as to why you are late.” And then he was gone.

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Feyd sat leaning to one side in his chair, his elbow resting on the arm and his chin in the palm of his hand. He tapped his finger against his temple as some member of another ruling family spoke to him, but he couldn’t pay them any attention. He didn’t care, he’s eyes were on you.

He watched as you sat beside Atreides, smiling as you spoke with him. As soon as he turned to talk to the person the other side of him, your smile fell and you slumped slightly in the chair. For a brief moment your eyes met Feyd’s, but you looked away just as quick.

Feyd’s heart sank at the fact he had obviously hurt you. You being hurt was the one thing that could actually break him, and knowing he had caused it made it all the more worse. You were the one who taught him he had a heart, and this is how he acted?

He wasn’t jealous of his son, not really. He knew that deep down it all stemmed from his own relationship with his mother. Hakim was lucky, he had a mother who was devoted to him, cared for him, and would never see a hair on his head harmed. Feyd never had that, he had never thought much about it but now it was constantly on his mind. And the fact he was acting as cold as his father had, would that make Hakim grow to hate him?

“Excuse me.” He said, standing from his chair and making his way over to yours. You were speaking with the Emperor once more.

“I trust you won’t mind my stealing my wife away from you, little desert mouse.” Feyd interrupted the conversation, his hand out for you to take. He could never resist a jab at the head of the House Atreides. “As you are aware, we have a baby in the cradle and it is coming up on feeding time.”

“Of course, Baron Harkonnen. Congratulations on siring an heir on the first go.”

“I think you’ll find the House of Harkonnen has a long history of doing so.” Feyd smirked as your hand slid into hers.

You rode and, bidding Emperor Atreides farewell, went with Feyd to your son.

[pxnsneverland]

Ruthless Grace | Austin Butler x OC (part 5)

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

plot summary: Amidst the grime and squalor of Victorian England's winding cobblestone alleys, a young woman's life hangs precariously in the balance. Violet, a poor peasant girl with long raven locks and piercing gray eyes, possesses a haunting beauty that belies the harsh realities of her existence. Tragedy struck two years prior when Violet's mother succumbed to illness, leaving her to fend for herself and her father – a cruel, selfish man consumed by vices of alcohol and gambling. On one fateful night, Violet's father drags her unwillingly to that very den of iniquity, and there she learns a horrifying truth from the club's greedy, perverted owner: to repay his mounting gambling debts, her father has sold her into sexual servitude. Violet's vehement protests fall on deaf ears, until an unlikely savior emerges from the shadows. Lord Austin Butler intervenes with a bargain of his own. This dangerous man offers to pay off Violet's father's debts in exchange for her accompaniment, and Violet is torn from the only life she has known. While Austin's demeanor remains shrouded in mystery and detachment at first, Violet gradually glimpses his softer, even playful side as time passes within the manor's walls and an unexpected connection blossoms between the unlikely pair.

pairings: austin butler x oc

word count: 2,884

warnings/notes:

Chapter 5: A Dance in the Rose Garden

Violet's fingers traced the intricate embroidery of the bedspread, each stitch a reminder of the distance between her past life and the present. The lush fabric felt foreign under her touch, almost as if it whispered secrets she wasn't yet privy to. She shivered slightly, a chill running down her spine despite the warmth of the room.

Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the estate. The beauty of it all was undeniable, but beneath that beauty lurked layers of complexity that Violet knew she must navigate with care. Her survival had always depended on her ability to adapt quickly to new environments, but this was unlike anything she had ever encountered.

As darkness settled outside, a soft knock on the door startled her from her reverie. “Miss Everly?” called a gentle voice from the other side. It was Mr. Pembroke, his tone respectful yet carrying an undertone of urgency.

Violet rose swiftly and crossed the room to open the door. “Yes, Mr. Pembroke? Is there something amiss?”

Mr. Pembroke offered a small bow before answering. “No, Miss, nothing amiss. However, Lord Butler wishes to inform you that tomorrow after breakfast, he would like to give you a tour of the grounds.”

The words were straightforward, yet they hung in the air with an unspoken significance. A tour of the grounds was undoubtedly a privilege, a sign that Austin perceived her as more than just a transient guest. But Violet knew it was also a test—a way to gauge her reactions and perhaps delve deeper into her character.

"Thank you, Mr. Pembroke," she replied, maintaining her composure. "Please inform Lord Butler that I am looking forward to it."

"Very well, Miss Everly," Mr. Pembroke said, nodding once more before stepping back and closing the door gently behind him.

Left alone again, Violet's mind raced with possibilities and predictions. What did Austin hope to discover during their walk? Was it merely an act of courtesy, or did he have ulterior motives? She knew his reputation as 'The Devil Lord' was not unfounded; he was a man shrouded in mystery and darkness, capable of both immense cruelty and surprising kindness.

Sleep proved elusive that night as Violet lay in the massive bed, staring up at the shadowy ceiling. Her thoughts drifted from her father's harsh words and the despair of their dilapidated home to the opulent room in which she now resided, as if she had stepped into someone else’s life.

Morning came with a gentle intrusion of light filtering through heavy drapes, heralding a day that held unknown challenges. Violet rose, her body stiff from a night spent on the edge of slumber. Dressing quietly, she prepared herself with a meticulousness born from necessity. As she made her way down to breakfast, the house seemed to wake with her, its corridors filled with the soft sounds of servants moving ghost-like with practiced efficiency. The dining hall was vast and intimidating, its long table set impeccably with gleaming silver and delicate china. Lord Butler was already there, his presence dominating the room as he conversed softly with Mr. Pembroke.

Violet approached cautiously, her heart pounding unnervingly loud against her ribs. "Good morning, Lord Butler," she greeted him, her voice steady despite her nerves.

Austin turned towards her, his piercing blue eyes assessing her in a single glance.

"Good morning, Miss Everly," Austin replied, his voice smooth and measured. He gestured towards a chair at his right hand. "Please, join me."

As Violet moved to take her seat, the weight of his gaze felt like a tangible thing; assessing yet not entirely unwelcoming. She settled into the chair, her posture straight as a rod, acutely aware of every detail of the setting—the clink of silverware, the soft rustle of linens, and the faint aroma of freshly baked bread.

"I trust your first night in the manor was comfortable?" Austin began, breaking the slight tension that had started to coil in the air.

"Yes, thank you," Violet responded, allowing herself a small smile. "Your home is most beautiful." Her words were genuine, even if spoken from behind the mask of politeness required in such intricate social dances.

Austin nodded, seemingly pleased with her response. "I'm glad to hear that. I hope you'll find everything to your satisfaction here." His tone hinted at layers of meaning that went beyond mere hospitality.

Breakfast was served then, an array of dishes that seemed far too extravagant for just two people. Violet took small bites, her mind racing through all possible scenarios that could unfold from this enigmatic invitation. As they ate, the conversation flowed more smoothly than Violet had anticipated. Austin spoke of the estate's history and its vast lands, his words painting pictures of lush gardens, hidden paths, and ancient trees with secrets of their own. He spoke with a reverence that seemed at odds with his ruthless reputation, revealing a passion for the preservation and beauty of his surroundings.

However, beneath the casual exchange, Violet could feel the undercurrents of a deeper examination. Each question he posed, seemingly innocent, probed gently into her own history and views. It was clear he was not only interested in her as a guest but was also scrutinizing her suitability for something she couldn’t yet fathom.

"Your observations are quite astute, Miss Everly," Austin commented after she made a remark about the architectural style of the manor. "It is rare to find someone of your… background so well-versed in these subjects."

Violet met his gaze steadily, aware that this was another test in their intricate verbal dance. "I've had the opportunity to read quite a bit over the years," she replied carefully. "Books are a refuge that require no wealth to enjoy."

Austin’s eyes flickered with what might have been respect or surprise as he nodded slowly. "Indeed," he said thoughtfully.

"You've clearly made the most of those opportunities," he continued, studying her with an intensity that made her slightly uncomfortable. "Knowledge is a precious resource—one that many fail to appreciate."

The meal continued with discussions on various topics, each revealing a bit more of Austin's complexity. Violet found herself drawn to his intellect and the subtle shifts in his demeanor—how his eyes would soften when he discussed the gardens, or the rare smile that touched his lips when he recounted an amusing incident involving one of his horses.

As they finished their breakfast, Austin set down his napkin and regarded her with a calm that belied the sharpness in his gaze. "Miss Everly, if you are ready, I would like to show you the grounds now."

Violet nodded, feeling an unexpected surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. "I would be honored, Lord Butler."

“Call me Austin, please.”

His sudden informality took her aback slightly, but she masked her surprise with a nod. "Very well, Austin."

They rose from the table together, and as they stepped out into the crisp morning air, Violet felt a chill that wasn't entirely due to the weather. Austin led her down the steps of the grand manor and onto a pathway lined with ancient oaks whose branches whispered secrets of old. The estate stretched far and wide, the lush greens vibrant against the clear blue sky, and Violet couldn’t help but admire its beauty—a stark contrast to the grimy streets of her childhood.

As they walked, Austin pointed out various landmarks—a centuries-old fountain, a hidden gazebo veiled by climbing roses, and a quaint stone bridge arching gracefully over a babbling brook. With each site, he shared stories or facts about his ancestors who had lived and breathed in these lands. It was as if he was peeling back layers of himself, revealing more with each step they took together.

Violet listened intently, not just to his words but to the unspoken language of his demeanor. There was an earnestness in how he spoke of his heritage and a subtle plea for understanding in his tone that intrigued her. It was amidst these revelations and the tranquility of the verdant surroundings that they arrived at the rose garden. The garden was a masterpiece of horticultural artistry, a riot of colors that seemed to celebrate every shade imaginable. Neat rows of roses, from deep crimsons to delicate pinks, stretched out before them, their petals unfurling like the skirts of dancers at a grand ball.

Austin led Violet through an arched entryway covered with climbing ivy, into the heart of this floral paradise. “This has always been my favorite spot,” he confessed quietly, his voice carrying a tone of reverence as though he were sharing a deeply held secret. "There's something about roses – their beauty borne out of struggle against the thorn."

Viciously intrigued by his analogy, Violet reached out to touch one particularly vibrant bloom, her fingers brushing against its silky petals. It was then that a sharp pain jolted her – a thorn had pricked her finger, drawing a bead of blood that bloomed bright red against her pale skin.

Austin's reaction was swift. His hand grabbed hers gently but firmly, drawing her close to inspect the minor wound. "Allow me," he murmured, his voice low and unexpectedly warm. Before Violet could protest, he brought her finger to his lips, his eyes locked on hers. The contact was brief, his lips barely brushing against her skin, and yet it sent a wave of warmth rushing through her. The pain ceased almost immediately as if soothed by his touch alone.

Violet stared at him, her heart throbbing in her chest, unsure of how to interpret his actions. Was it merely a gentlemanly gesture? Or something more intimate, a sign of some deeper connection she was only just beginning to comprehend?

"Better?" Austin asked, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to vibrate through the air between them.

"Yes, thank you," Violet managed to reply, pulling her hand back slowly, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch. She noticed then the intensity of his gaze had softened, replaced with something more tender, more vulnerable.

"I apologize if I overstepped," Austin said after a moment, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. "It's just... I have a particular sensitivity to... blood."

His admission hung in the air, weighted with an unspoken gravity that seemed to pull more secrets into the light. Violet, though taken aback by the intimacy of his gesture, found herself curiously drawn into the depth of his confession. His vulnerability, so starkly contrasted against his usual composed demeanor, intrigued her further.

"Why is that?" she asked quietly, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Austin looked away briefly, his gaze settling on the horizon where the sky met the lush greenery. When he turned back to her, his eyes held a mixture of resignation and something akin to fear. "It's a long story. Perhaps another time," he said, his voice almost imperceptible against the gentle rustle of the rose bushes swaying in the breeze.

Violet nodded, respecting his need for privacy. Yet, she couldn't deny her growing desire to understand this complex man who had unexpectedly disrupted her world. They resumed walking through the garden, their steps slow as they navigated between the vibrant displays of roses. The earlier incident had subtly shifted their rapport, weaving a thread of intimacy into their budding acquaintance.

As they continued their stroll, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the estate. Austin paused by a particularly lush bush adorned with white roses, each bloom flawless and full. “These,” he said gently, “are known as the 'Queen of the Night.' Quite rare and requires careful tending.”

Violet leaned in to admire them, aware of Austin's gaze on her. “They’re beautiful,” she remarked, “but I suppose all beauty requires some form of sacrifice or care, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed, it does,” Austin agreed, a trace of melancholy threading through his words. “Much like people.” His eyes met hers again, and Violet felt a pull, an unspoken connection that was both unsettling and exhilarating.

They moved on from the rose bushes, their conversation turning towards lighter subjects. Austin inquired about her favorite books and music, and Violet was surprised to find that they shared similar tastes in literature and classical compositions. It was easy to forget his formidable reputation when he spoke so passionately about his love for Chopin’s nocturnes or his fascination with Shakespeare’s tragedies.

The morning gradually turned into afternoon as they explored the vast grounds. Their path eventually led them to a secluded pond, where the water mirrored the cloudless sky and willow trees drooped gracefully over its edges. Ducks glided across the surface, undisturbed by their presence.

“I used to come here to think,” Austin revealed as they stopped at the water's edge, watching the ripples fan out from a stone Violet had idly tossed in. “It’s one of the few places where I can find peace.”

Violet glanced at him, noting the wistfulness in his voice. “Peace seems a rare commodity in your life,” she observed softly.

Austin smiled, a rueful tilt to his lips. “Indeed, it is. But today has been an exception.” He looked at her directly, his gaze intense yet gentle. “Thank you for that.”

She felt her cheeks warm under his scrutiny, unaccustomed to such direct praise. “I should be thanking you,” Violet replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “For showing me all this... for being so kind.”

They continued around the pond, their reflections side by side in the water below. The conversation flowed easily now, bridged by a mutual appreciation for the beauty surrounding them and deepened by the emerging layers of their shared experience.

As they made their way back towards the manor, the light began to wane, casting long shadows across the lush lawns. Austin paused by a towering oak, its limbs stretching protectively overhead. "I must confess," he began, his voice hesitant. He turned to face her, his expression earnest. "I find your company... extraordinarily refreshing, Violet."

His words, though simple, carried a weight that tethered her heart to the moment, anchoring her in a mix of joy and apprehension. "And I yours," Violet responded, her voice trembling slightly with the vulnerability of her admission. She felt the gravity of their shared secret moments, each one building upon the last, creating a tapestry of unspoken understanding between them.

Just then, as the shadows grew longer and the air cooled with the approach of evening, Mr. Pembroke, Austin's stern-faced butler and confidant, appeared at the edge of the garden path. His presence was like a cold gust of wind that suddenly swept across the serene pond, disturbing the peace they had cultivated.

"Lord Butler," Mr. Pembark intoned with a respectful bow that still managed to convey urgency. "There are matters that require your immediate attention."

Austin nodded, his face tightening subtly as he turned back to Violet. "Duty calls, it seems," he said with a hint of regret.

Violet nodded, her mood shifting as she sensed the change in atmosphere. "Of course," she replied, trying to mask her disappointment with a polite smile.

While Austin departed, Mr. Pembroke lingered for a moment, his gaze meeting Violet's with an intensity that made her falter. "Miss Everly," he began in a low, gruff voice meant only for her ears. "A word of caution, if I may be so bold."

Violet felt a chill trace down her spine, her curiosity piqued. "Yes, Mr. Pembroke?"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that barely rustled the leaves around them. "Lord Butler is not like other men, Miss Everly. There are aspects of his life that are... darker than most can fathom. Please, tread carefully."

Violet nodded, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and intrigue. "Thank you for the warning, Mr. Pembroke," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.

Mr. Pembroke gave her a curt nod before turning and following the path back to the manor, leaving Violet alone beside the tranquil pond. The serenity of the moment was now tinged with a shadow of mystery and danger. She wrapped her arms around herself, contemplating the enigmatic man who had so thoroughly captivated her interest.

As she walked back to the manor, Violet's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and questions. Austin's allure was undeniable, yet now it was colored with the stark warning from Mr. Pembroke. What secrets did Austin carry? What darkness lurked behind those intense blue eyes? And how could she, a simple girl born of hardship and survival, navigate the complexities of this unexpected world she was drawn into? Violet's mind raced with possibilities and fears as she approached the grand manor house. Its imposing stone facade, which earlier seemed to echo a kind of historic grandeur, now loomed menacingly in her eyes.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Dinner was a quiet affair; Violet found herself seated at the opposite end of the long dining table from Austin. She caught glimpses of him conversing quietly with other distinguished guests—his demeanor composed, his laughter forced. Every now and then, their eyes met across the array of crystal and silver, and Violet felt the earlier connection between them pulse like a silent heartbeat.

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[mousyatlas]

might start doing raunchy second person one-shot feyd-rautha x reader drabbles on here. but like. for guys. for theys. second person paul pov maybe. or enby/masc concubine. considering a paul x reader series too. thinking thoughts.

[yasminhananis]

feyd rautha’s power is like. do you like a little psychosexual bdsm nation daniel craig and rachel weisz engage is 24 hour kink, a little pain play. maybe even a little treat for the self-insert girlies, the y/n, x reader of it all. you’ve got feydmargot.

you want a little you kill me i kill you, a little ill-fated would have been, maybe even a little drarry moment. a little aemond targaryen moment. some ‘it’s you now’ kenshiv. some kenrome stitch rip, hannibal 3x13 of and end. well we have feydpaul.

and then ofc for the kenlogan romanlogan nations we’re got feydbaron no further words needed

like you can have it all <3

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN

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Drabbles/Oneshots

Wait - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀🥵🚫

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In Time - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🍦🥀

Part 2

Power - Feyd Rautha X Y/N 🎭🍦🥀

Series

Blood Sport - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀🥵🚫

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 NSFW 18+

[mousyatlas]

intro post ~

i guess i should make one of these. i'm atlas. 21+. he/fae/they. gig worker. trying my hand at a space opera.

current wip: feydpaul knockoff yaoi space opera aka basilisks on an ice giant and endangered lions on a forested moon and two men destined for greatness but confronted by the doom of generational greed

" multifandom currently afflicted with the dune parasite [also: star wars, the witcher, game of thrones, alien, kaiju, other stuff]

" science fiction writer and reader

" lowkey doodler

" i'm desertmouse on ao3

" fanfic masterlist below the cut [if you'd like to translate any of my fics into different languages or make artwork inspired by my fics please consider this a blanket yes. feel free to send me a message here or on ao3 with any questions.]

[what gentle violence] 10k feydpaul. caladan setting. starcrossed lovers. after part two before messiah. part one of a future untold. {russian translation}

[prompt ficlet; dreamscape] 1k feydpaul. arrakeen setting. angst. after part two before messiah.

[prompt ficlet; marriage] -1k feydpaul. caladan setting. canon/au split.

[prompt ficlet; grief] 1.4k feydpaul. au caladan setting. modern. mature.

[making; chasing] 3.8k feydpaul. arrakis setting. fight play. after part two before messiah. part two of a future untold.

[oasis] 1.5k+ feydpaul. mad max x dune crossover. trans!paul. dead dove. multi-chapter ongoing.

[connorsui]

I know …I know it's enemies to lovers..and I was falling deeply for him the past couple of chapters…but this one in particular had me switching up so fast ..that even the conversations feyd be having with his uncle had me feeling conflicteeeeeddddd 🧍🏻‍♀️…like you have just tried to fight with me in my dress that is literally made to protect me in every way shape and form …– I have dressed for you because I wanted to not only feel beautiful but to show you that I'm starting to fall in love with you …

And now that your uncle steps in ..the same man that you despise and hate with every ounce of your being ..is now here ..directing our “marriage”?? ..--- I cannot ..I simply cannot wrap my head around with the logic that is going on inside this little family lineage..because the memories and the pain we have seen in feyds blood is real…

But the interactions have me wishing I could slap some sense into everybody 🧍🏻‍♀️

Though I'll admit to you my luv the miscommunication be doing everything by hitting every single little corner of anger that holds deep inside this soul because after he intentionally broke one of our jars …he decides to still comfort us?? ..after what he did?? …— im sorry but no amount of flowers or blood is gonna fix for what im about to him ..

We may be precious and cuddled up now ..but I swear to yall the enemies to lovers pipeline be HITTING

Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 4 - 2.6K WC

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Masterlist

Warnings: violence, blood, fighting, Baron and Reverend Mother being shady af, pretty fluffy, reader is just built different, knife throwing, full on fight, blood licking?, slow burn, two passionate people trying to protect each other, I completely made up the language of Succo so don’t come for me, not proof read but then again none of my fics are

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You woke early, a slight crack in the curtains letting the blindingly bright black sun of Geidi Prime stream across your face. You groaned as you threw your arm over your face; the bed felt cold, lonely. You looked over to where Feyd slept last night, rolling towards his pillow. His scent still lingered - sweet blood mixed with musky sweat. You breathed deep before your maids entered the room. 

“What?” you hissed at them, holding your hand out to pause them in their place. Your blood magic felt stronger than it had in days now that you had fed, especially from such a strong host.

“The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha has requested your presence in the training arena princess. He gave me a message for you.” your maid said not looking you in your eyes.

You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand, your magic dragging her towards you. You set her down, she handed you the note with a trembling hand. “Out.” you said dismissing them. They scurried out like frightened rats. 

Fitalitum veritanic et alumi read the slip of parchment. You smiled to yourself, in your own mother tongue of Succonant he wrote “There is beauty in ferocity”. You placed the note in the top drawer of the bedside table before getting out of bed and readying yourself. You purposefully picked out one of your long dresses instead of training gear. He wanted to see beauty and ferocity, you would give it to him. As you adorned your dress you couldn’t help but admire how every piece of it could become a weapon. The sharp shoulder pads could be taken off and used as individual throwing knives. The belt became a barbed whip. The long sleeves hid two painfully thin blades, dainty but they hurt no less than a regular Cruor blade. Each layer on the dress had razor sharp edges, if you spun they were sure to carve your opponent. Finally a diadem which encased your shield should you need it. Cruor fought without them but you didn’t want to risk marking your face days before the wedding. You finished admiring yourself before grabbing your beloved Cruor sword and heading down the corridor to the training arena.

As you walked down the cavernous halls of the Harkonnen palace you were confronted with the Reverend Mother herself, as if her ghostly form sprouted from the floor itself.

“Princess Y/N” she stated in an unimpressed tone.

“Reverend Mother.” you said, equally displeased. 

“Are you prepared for your wedding?” she asked, reminding you that the end of the week was approaching rapidly.

“Of course.” you replied, bored.

“You may think yourself above the rest Cruor, but you must remember where you are. And who truly rules.” she said with spite in her voice.

“How could I forget Reverend Mother? Your shadows haunt these halls.” you said viciously, referring to her Bene Gesserit sisters.

“You are fortunate the Voice does not affect you. But there are other ways to make you cooperate.” she said, stepping closer to you in an attempt to be imposing.

You twisted your fingers, your magic forcing her back and making her stumble. “Unfortunately for you, you are not and will never be immune to blood magic. It is built into my very being, not some trick to be learned. You do not frighten me, and I will not cooperate with you unless I alone agree to it.” you snapped at her. 

“There are always ways to make one cooperate. Should something happen to your husband, the Queen will be looked at intensely as a suspect. With my advice.” she said with an unsettlingly soft smile.

“And what makes you think I care for him in the slightest?” you asked, despite knowing it wasn’t entirely true.

She hummed curiously, “Good day princess.” she said before walking away from you.

“Cunt.” you whispered before pushing on towards the training arena.

When you entered the arena Feyd was nowhere to be found. You honed in your accelerated hearing, listening for his heartbeat. Your scarlet eyes narrowed to your left but a blow hit you from the right. You rolled to the ground with a groan. Feyd looked down at you with nothing but malice. 

“What the fuck? That hurt you ass.” you coughed, hand holding your ribs which felt slightly cracked.

“What makes you think I care in the slightest?” he said with venom in his voice. He stomped towards you. 

You knew he overheard your conversation. This was no longer training, this was a fight. You kept hold on your side, continuing to pretend like you were in immense pain. As Feyd stood before you, you kicked out his ankles with one swipe of your leg. He fell to the ground, you held your nails to his neck. Feyd grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards him, he threw you over him. Using your momentum he rolled with you, pulling his knife out and stabbing it next to where your shoulder would have landed if you had not pulled yourself towards him as you rolled. You smacked your forehead into his, pulling one of your shoulder blades out and stabbing at his shoulder, the blue shimmer of the shield vibrating the small blade. You pushed off each other, both of you getting to your feet. 

You tossed the small shoulder blade away from you, “You want to fight? Fight.” you said, pressing the main jewel on the diadem. Your blue shield shimmer faded before you tossed it off entirely. Feyd followed suit. You smirked at him which only seemed to anger him. He lunged at you, blade thrusting towards your chest. You made an ‘X’ in front of you with your forearms, the thin blades in your sleeves caught the knife, you twisted until he dropped the blade. He brought his armored arms down, breaking the thin blades. You backed up, kicking his chest to push him away. Feyd tried to rush you but you spun away, the dress ends slicing through his armor and into his thigh slightly. You took your belt off, lassoing his ankle before pulling him. He landed on his back. You snatched the lasso back, wrapping it around your knuckles before you squared up. He attempted to swipe your leg, instead you caught his and punched him in the side, hearing one of his ribs crack. Feyd groaned as he bent over slightly, holding his side. 

“Now were even.” you said, tossing your belt to the side. 

Feyd pulled you down by your dress, rolling you beneath him before he snatched one of your remaining shoulder blades. Starting right above your belly button he dragged the knife, cutting your dress up to your neck. A thin cut trailing your skin from the very tip of the knife, making you suck in a sharp breath as you felt drops of your blood seep out. You reached up to grab him, he held both your wrists down after tossing the small blade away. Both of you breathed heavily, chests hitting each other with every inhale. His eyes looked into yours, alight with fire. His hips nestled between your legs. Your dress fell open, revealing the cut he left behind, hardly keeping your breasts covered.

“You learn quick.” you smiled beneath him. “You are not your weapons. You are the weapon.”

His eyes wandered to the cut he left up your torso, he saw the few drops of blood that dripped to your side. He slowly lowered himself down your chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You watched through a haze as his tongue flicked out before he dragged it up the cut between your breasts. You sucked in a breath, your eyes closing as your back began to arch into him. You felt his tongue leave you all too quick.

“Absolutely vile.” he said, savoring the way your iron tasted on his tongue.

You heard the door open and shut, a Harkonnen maid entered without looking at either of you, “The Baron has requested your presence in the Great Hall my Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” she said before scurrying out. 

Feyd stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You tugged your dress closed with one hand, accepting his help with the other. Chest to chest once again, time felt as if it had froze. Your breaths matched each other, breathing each other in and out. Feyd leaned in first, his forehead going to rest against yours. You moved to kiss him, not entirely sure why but every fiber of you ached for him and him alone. 

Before you could close the gap, the Barons voice boomed throughout the arena. “Nephew! We have much to discuss. You are dismissed princess.” He said waving you off. 

You tightly held your dress together, ripping yourself away from Feyd and exiting the room. You checked, making sure no guards or maids were around before remaining right outside the door, honing your hearing in on them. 

“Holding knives to your bride? I figured you’d be a brute in marriage like you are in battle. Try not to break her in too rough, they’re much less likely to oblige. Although… we could always have someone hold her down for you. Like I had to with you the first few times.” The Baron chuckled.

You could hear Feyd’s heartbeat, his soul was crushing at the memories and yet he was calm. The Baron confirmed what you had seen when you drank Feyd’s blood, he had abused Feyd - physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually. Your body warmed with anger, you had half a mind to go and rip the Baron’s throat out with your own teeth. He was an animal, he should die like an animal. 

“That won’t be necessary, I’m perfectly capable of taking her on my own.” Feyd replied.

Your heart sank and a low boil of fear started in your stomach. You felt stupid for starting to feel anything for him besides hate.

“She is strong willed, thinks she knows best. Tame her, break her. She need only produce and heir or two… then you can dispose of her.” The Baron said.

Feyd’s eyes widened slightly as his head whipped up to meet the Baron’s gaze. He composed himself once more, “Of course.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore. You hastily made your way back to your chambers, tearing off your gown once inside. As you moved to put on more comfortable clothing you caught sight of your reflection. You could see bruises forming along your side, and the blood that had dried on you from the cut that was still present up your chest. As soon as you had finished cleaning yourself up, dressing your wounds, and changing into much looser clothing you heard the door slide open.

Feyd looked at you, startled by what he saw. Black veins around your eyes were ever present as your pupils looked like that of a cat. Instead of your regular two fangs you had four. You looked like you were ready to devour him mind, body, and soul. “Y/N?” Is all he said.

“Are you here to break me? Tame me? Are you going to hold me down or will your guards be doing that?” You asked with so much loathing in your voice it made his head spin.

“You know I’d never hurt you-�� he started.

“Do I?” You cut him off. “You breathe because I allow it. Do not forget who comes from the more powerful house. Who carries generations of magic within them. Who feast off the very life source of others.” 

Feyd could see how much you distrusted him, and yet he saw your eyes getting misty.

“You are a beast, Feyd Rautha. A beast and a monster. To believe I ever thought otherwise…” you trailed off.

“I may be a monster but at least I am not some unfeeling blood magic wielding wench who cares for no one but herself. I overheard you with the Reverend Mother.” Feyd argued back, both of you now heated and angry.

Your jaw dropped. How could he be so thick? So fucking oblivious? “I said that to protect you!” You yelled at him, stepping closer. 

“What do you think I was doing?” He yelled back, throwing one of your empty glass jars to the side. 

The jar shattered as it hit your light disc he had gifted you. The disc faltered, the stars and Rubrum disappearing as the disc finally died, “No!” You yelled, rushing to it, forgetting the argument at hand entirely. You knelt next to it, picking it up and trying to make it work again.

Feyd watched you, his eyes softening. You were scared and alone on a planet you had never known, surrounded by people who viewed you as strange and lesser, whose only purpose was ultimate obedience, to be used any way that would benefit House Harkonnen without regard for you. 

You sighed, letting the star disc clatter to the floor. You remained on your knees, a small sniffle emanating from you. You hated looking weak, but you knew this was coming; everything was too much. You wanted nothing more than to go back to Succo. 

Feyd knelt in front of you, gently taking your arms till you rested against his chest. You let out a heart wrenching sob. One that had been held in for quite some time. “I would never hurt you, I am loyal to you above all else.” He murmured as he stroked your back, trying to calm you.

You leaned into him, finally letting out all that had been held in since you left Succo. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I have no one on this planet but you… I wish for us to be equals; us against any who oppose us.” You said between sniffles. 

Feyd pulled you back so he could see you. Your face had returned to normal, as did your fangs. Black tears cascaded down your cheeks, he gently wiped them off. As you looked at one another you could feel it. The same need to be understood, wanted. You both leaned in, lips finally meeting. Both of you let out sighs, the long awaited tension finally breaking. It was slow and sweet but gained momentum. You nipped his lip with one of your fangs, causing him to reel away from you in surprise. 

“Sorry…” you blushed.

He shook his head, “Don’t be… we should rest…” he said after a few moments.

“We have much to discuss.” You said.

“And we will. But for now, let us rest.” He said, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. 

You placed your hand over his, closing your eyes before nodding. He stood first, guiding you up as he stood. You climbed into the large satin covered bed. You watched as Feyd discarded his armor, along with his shirt. He held it for a moment, hesitating if he should or shouldn’t do what he was thinking. 

You reached out a hand for him, “Come to bed.” You said sleepily, already laying down amongst the pillows and blankets.

Feyd smiled softly as he set his shirt down and climbed in next to you. He did the same as the first night, sleeping far from you. You peeked at him through the haze of sleep that was rapidly consuming you. You tugged on his arm, making him scoot closer to you. You wrapped yourself around him; one leg around his hips while you laid yourself on his bare chest. You snuggled in for a moment before finally drifting off. Feyd caressed your hair as you slept, thinking of how he could protect you from his uncle because you were, by far, the most precious thing to him. 

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Naboo's Note:

This took 3 days to write but I think it was well worth the wait. We're finally getting somewhere romantic! I know ya'll are horny but patience is a virtue and trust me it will be worth it. We've got wedding bells coming the next chapter! Thanks for all the support around this series, I'm having a lot of fun with it :) I love comments and find them super encouraging so be sure to drop me some XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO

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