#i have a long way to go and i'm sure the tenses/grammar are all over the place

[shattered-eluvian]

life could be a dream

Babies first solavellan mini fic thingy... I am very new to writing as a whole so I cannot attest to the quality ;w; but I think I at least have Solas' voice down pretty ok? I hope??

I am very very shy sharing my writing 😂 but I wish to be brave...

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Evie Lavellan/Solas || set after the balcony scene because it always seemed so abrupt and sombre and then the next romance scene is Halamshiral where he's relaxed in the relationship and having a grand ol' time, and I felt there had to be some manner of heart to heart/getting over some hang ups for them in between to get there!

it's free real estate, baybee.

“Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

His words carried a melancholic timbre as he turned to leave. Striding his way past through the balcony threshold and headed towards the stairs of Evie's quarters. This wasn't the first time he appeared to be unnerved by his feelings, with any glimpse of emotional vulnerability quickly buried under a mask of distant stoicism, and any glimmer of happiness chased away as quickly as it arrived. To Evie it was as frustrating as it was heart-breaking; he always seemed to carry the weight of far too much for any one man.

“Solas, wait.”

He paused at the top of the stairway, finding himself unable - or unwilling - to turn to face her. The gnawing dread of inevitability then began to creep through him. He knows this won't end well, and he will only have himself to blame when it happens. 

It was a losing game any way he played it, but he just can't seem to stop himself.

He was a man caught between living in a dream - to be seen, and loved as he is - and waking up and facing the cold unshakable reality of his duty. 

Would it truly be so terrible to dream, just a little while longer?

"Do you have somewhere you need to be in such a hurry, emma lath?" Evie said in as playful a tone as she could manage, in an attempt to mask her growing concern. 

He sighed, tense shoulders falling in defeat. He was a cornered animal, in a trap of his own making. 

"I- I'm sorry.” he sighs again, feeling himself uncharacteristically shrink in on himself, “I fear if I were to remain here, what little restraint I yet have would invariably falter. It–" he throws his hands up as he finally turns to face her, if only to further punctuate his statement. "It wouldn't be right.

"Restraint..?" she shot him a small puzzled look, "And what exactly are you holding back?"

He shook his head, unable to do anything but huff a small sad laugh. What indeed?

Evie moves to slowly close the distance between them, that growing concern now clearly etched upon her features as she met his gaze. He was always such a carefully guarded man, and she knew that seeing this side of him was a rare glimpse into his soul that very few - if anyone - got a chance to see. His loneliness. His guilt. His distrust. All bricks in this fortress he built around himself.

And it pained her.

"Would letting go… would it really be so terrible?" 

"You deserve better."

"And who are you to decide what I deserve?"  her tone is amused, if mildly incredulous, "What does that even mean, anyway?" she sighs as she takes another step closer toward him. "And why does it even matter? You are who I want to be with." 

"You truly have no idea what that means, vhenan."

"So tell me."

He looks at her - forlorn and defeated - he knows he should just walk away and end it now. But he won't. He knows full well he won't. He can't.

His expression shifts into something far more steely, his posture and demeanour returning to his typical, far more in command neutrality.  

However this was going to pan out he needed his composure. 

No cracks. No weakness.

"I've been hurt more times than I can count." he began, "So much betrayal, and people lost... I couldn't put that heavy burden on you."  He frowns as he paces where he stands. His hands firmly planted on his hips as he tries to keep his emotions in check. “You've shown me more kindness than I deserve. If you only knew what I have done? I'm not so sure you'd welcome me so freely… yet to lose you? That would break me. But to stay would be a far crueller fate."

Evie let his words wash over her like a sombre melody. He had - as he often had - said so much whilst saying so little. 

But it was enough. 

"Solas..." her voice barely above a whisper as she closes what little space remains between them, "Whatever it is you've done? Whatever you've been through? It’s in the past. I only know the man standing in front of me right now." She reaches a hand to touch him, placing it gently on his chest, "And what I see is no monster."

A crack. A weakness.

His composure briefly falters, the hand on his chest like a searing brand, the weight anchoring him in place. 

If only she knew.

Evie was the first to break this tense silence between them, she could see plainly that Solas was agitated, that she had opened up some old unseen wounds. And she had no desire to push him any further. 

“Solas. Ir abelas... I’m sorry.” She moved her hand to gently touch his cheek, the sensation snapping him out of his thoughts and back to her. “I didn’t mean to cause any upset. If you need time, if you need to leave…?” She takes a step back then, giving him space and a gentle smile.

He regards her for a moment, this small, mortal thing. A shadow of who she should be and yet filled with far more compassion than he had seen in millennia. It was all too real, and he found himself utterly powerless. Laid low by something as simple as unwavering kindness and a gentle heart.

It terrified him.

But he wanted more. 

“Thank you.” he finally spoke, his demeanour softening as he did so. “But that will not be necessary.” 

The anguish on his features seemed to melt away in an instant, replaced with a look nothing short of complete adoration. 

He chose to dream.

“Are you sure..?” she asked, somewhat bemused by his sudden change of tune. 

“In truth, there is very little I am sure about in this world, vhenan. But for you? I think I can make an exception.”

“Oh, well!” she laughed, “I’m honoured! I think?” 

Evie barely had time to appreciate the far more relaxed atmosphere that replaced the tension from earlier, her playful laughter cut short as Solas all but pounced on her, arms pulling her into a heady embrace that left her breathless. With one hand pressed at the small of her back, pulling her closer, and another gripped into her hair as he kissed her in ways that let her know his proclivity for tongue was not limited to the Fade. 

He was lost in the moment, enjoying being just Solas. The weight of his guilt and duty set aside even if only for the briefest of moments. Being seen – being loved – as just a man, and not some symbol greater than himself, for good or ill.

It delighted him.

The kiss soon broke just enough to give a very dazed Evie a chance to catch her breath. Solas pressed his forehead affectionately to hers, the tender gesture a contrast to the devilish look in his eyes as he all but admired his handiwork. 

“Fenhedis, Solas!” she huffed, “A little warning next time would be nice!”

There was a dark and mischievous quality to the chuckle she got in reply. He was far far too pleased with himself.

And all Evie could think at that moment was; Varric was right, it really is the quiet ones…

“And where would the fun in that be, vhenan?” 

The low, salacious quality his voice took on as he emphasised that otherwise rather innocuous endearment made Evie feel a little giddy. Seeing this side of him was certainly a rare treat, and one she would happily savour.

She could feel his eyes begin to bore into her, his body tensing like a coiled spring under her every touch.

Yet despite his obvious eagerness, he was waiting, patiently holding himself back until she, presumably, gave him some kind of sign that he could continue what he started. 

And she was more than happy to oblige. 

Twisting her fingers around the leather cord of the jawbone necklace he was never seen without, she gave it a coaxing tug as she took a step back toward the bed. 

He didn’t need telling twice.

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Sunlight gently filtered through the stained glass windows of Evie’s quarters, the colourful dappled light soon rousing her from sleep as it shimmered against her eyelids. With a sigh she wearily blinked her eyes against the light, wanting nothing more than to just roll over and go back to sleep.

Surely the Inquisition could go one day without her.

Wriggling herself under the blanket – just five more minutes – she patted the side of the bed where her lover should be, only to find it empty. 

She found she unfortunately wasn’t all that surprised by this outcome, but her heart still sank all the same. 

One step forward, two steps back.

“Ah! You’re awake. I took the liberty of getting the kitchen staff to bring us some breakfast.”

Evie jolted with a start at the unexpected voice, throwing the blanket away from her buried head to see Solas standing at the foot of the bed, half dressed with a platter of what looked to be griddle cakes and fresh fruit.

Bewildered, she shuffled herself to sit up, tucking the blanket around her naked form.

“Solas! I–” she hated how surprised she sounded, and likely how surprised she looked. “I thought–, I assumed you’d already left!”

There was a briefest flash of pain on his face. Her surprise at him still being here was far from unwarranted, his track record had sadly, hardly been admirable. 

It made him want to do better.

She deserved better. 

“Ah, but how could I leave, and miss out on seeing you like this.” his voice an impish lilt, smirking as he cocked his head, “Or for that matter, how would I be able to bring you breakfast?”

He moved to his side of the bed, crawling back beside her as he placed the platter of food on her lap. Evie watched him intently as he settled himself comfortably beside her, his arms soon snaking around her in an embrace as he placed a gentle kiss at her temple.

Still somewhat bewildered, it was all she could do to absentmindedly pluck a berry off the plate in front of her, popping it in her mouth as she was lost in thought. 

If there was one thing she could say about Solas, it was that he was hardly lacking in surprises. 

Settling into his embrace, she wrapped a free arm around him in turn, lightly dragging her nails over his scalp as she continued to idly pick away at the fruit platter.

The way in which Solas leaned into her touch made her smile. It was a bit like she was petting a needy cat - or perhaps a dog - although, she mused, maybe owing to their equally hairless nature, a nug would be more apt? 

She giggled at the thought.

“Is something amusing, vhenan?” he mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. 

“No.” she turned herself further into his embrace, “No. I’m just happy.”

Solas hummed with approval into her skin as he began to pepper kisses along her neck and jaw. There was an unhurried, almost sleepy quality to the way he grazed his lips over her. His hands lazily trailing down her body, oblivious, or perhaps simply uncaring to the fact he almost knocked the food off the bed. 

“Solas.” she huffed in mild amusement as she moved the plate away just in time, placing it carefully on the small bedside table, “I take it you have no need of breakfast, then?”

“My heart.” he drawled between kisses, his grip pulling her body flush with his in a manner that let her know he perhaps had altogether very different things on his mind, “I have all I need right here.”

[ryescapades]

hi hello how are you?? i would like to request a yor forger!reader with hoshina where it's friends to fake marriage if that's alright?

they both agreed to the arrangement just to get their families' pestering off their back, but they ended up catching feelings in the process.

basically married shenanigans with pining hoshina with his insanely strong (fake) spouse in the third division 🔥🔥🔥

thorny predicament | kaiju no. 8

characters: hoshina soshiro x fem yor forger!reader

genre/warning: fluff, fake marriage, idiot to lovers? pining, this is more like a character study i think, mixed use of present and past tenses (don't mind my grammar guys pls)

a/n: hi hii i’m doing well tq for asking and requesting dear anon ! sorry for the delay and i hope this is to your liking :3 it's been so long since i first watched spy x family so i'm sorry if the yor characterization is a bit butchered :c 2.98k wc

"ya have been quite distracted in battles lately. any problem we should be aware of, y/n?"

almost stumbling on the kaiju carcass on the ground, you let out a startled yelp at the voice. you switch your attention from the gun in your hands to the man behind you, holding in the grimace from showing on your face.

"vice-captain! apologies, um... i'm just exhausted, i promise!" you laugh, though you can't help but to cringe inwardly at how obviously forced the sound was.

hoshina gives you a long, scrutinizing stare. he then glances at your surrounding, making sure no one is around to eavesdrop. "alright, i know somethin' is wrong with ya. out with it," he presses. you make a gesture with your hand, attempting to brush it off. "no, no, i'm fine, sir! it's nothing, really—"

"it's just us here, y/n." hoshina cuts you off, mildly bothered that you're still addressing him in a formal way.

realizing you have no way out of this, you sigh in defeat. "it's my parents again... and their marriage shenanigans. they've been pushing me about it and if i don't make any progress, they'll have me do an omiai soon," you huff, kicking at a stray pebble on the asphalt.

born into a family who valued tradition above all, you've already known that you're going to be subjected to it soon enough. sure, your parents are proud that you're always out there saving the country, but true to their beliefs, there's no way they'd allow you to die a lonely maiden.

but for it to be conducted this early? you almost tear your hair out at the thought. you can barely cook anything to save your life!

knowing your parents, they'd probably pick your potential suitors from family friends or the sons of people they're close with at work. how can you stop that from happening, you wonder... hm, would eliminating them work? maybe let a honju go rampant near their houses— wait, no, no, stop! don't go there, y/n!

meanwhile, hoshina's eyes widen, blissfully unaware of your inner deviant thoughts. he's reminded of his own conversation he had with his father just a few weeks ago. it was exactly the same thing.

well, not that exactly.

his father only talked about how old he's getting and how nice it'd be to see some kids running around in the family estate. in other words, he's hoping for grandchildren.

hoshina vividly remembers the old man saying he 'doesn't want to bother soichiro because he's busy running a division'. he scoffs to himself. as if his job as a second-in-command isn't as important.

and as if he'd agree to marry some random woman his father picked for him anyway. because deep down in his heart, there's only one person he could see himself tying the knot with. though he never really indulges himself to acknowledge that fact, too afraid of what it could mean and the uncertainty of it to work out.

he watches as you continue to fuss over your dissatisfaction at the poor concrete below, panicking about the possibilities of getting a perverted and alcoholic old man as a husband and whatnot.

there's a notion in his head, it’s bugging him to voice it aloud. an idea, a way to dissolve this messed up situation the two of you have been thrown into.

and so he finds himself saying, "mind stopping by my office after we wrap up this operation?"

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"i— we... excuse me?" you sputter in disbelief, gaping at your superior who's calmly leaning his hip against the desk behind him. you think this is the first time you've ever been this speechless in your whole life.

understandably, of course. never would you have thought that your family issues were something you can relate to that of hoshina's. and it's not every day you find yourself hearing your good friend suddenly proposes that you two get married. it's only a fake marriage though. but still.

"i know ya heard me the first time, y/n. don't make me repeat myself," hoshina gruffly says, shifting in his stance. little do you know there's a trail of cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

the line between your brows deepens even further. "sorry, it's just... i honestly don't know how to respond. are you sure you're up for something like that, hoshina?" you question.

"i wouldn't have brought it up if i'm not up to it. are you?"

you continue to ponder over your options, slightly stressing out because of how impetuous everything is.

it’s not like you think the idea is bad, no. if anything, you’d finally get to push your parents— and your whole family, in fact— off your back. god knows how many more ‘you’re getting old, y/n. it’s not good to marry so late. you’d lose your appeal as a woman, do you understand?’ you could take from your mother before you completely lose your mind.

your femininity is alright, but you don't think you'd make a fine wife-material out of yourself. then again, you're too much of a kind soul to outright say no to your parents about it. lying to them is a no-go either, for they'd always known how bad you are at lying and how hard it is for you to keep up the act.

it’s clear that the burdens of being a daughter in a family such as yours are too much for a benign spirit such as yourself to bear.

another thing is that your parents had once emphasized to take anyone but a defense force officer as your spouse. again, highlighting the fact that they don’t want you to suffer the despairing fate of a soldier; losing a partner in battle.

it’s not just that. there’s the case with hoshina too, where you think your relationship with him has always been in the grey area. you two are considerably close, though you’d rather describe it in a more-than-coworkers but less-than-best friends kind of way, given how the two of you have never actually confided in each other about something explicitly personal as this. so basically, this is the first time you’ve heard him confessing such problems to you.

apart from that, there were also some of those moments where you’d catch him doing something that threatened the thin, fragile line of your relationship. it’d send your mind into an impasse every time it happened, making you question about it more times than you’d care to admit.

although with that being the reason, you still end up agreeing to his proposal, knowing fully well the arrangement can bring you both mutual benefits.

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the day you formally introduce yourself to the hoshina family turns out rather smooth. the meeting with your parents, however...

you don't think you've ever been this nervous before. not when you held your first ever presentation in school, not when you were anticipating your jakdf acceptance letter, and definitely not when you fought your first kaiju.

another first experience added to the list of that involving hoshina soshiro...

simply put, the entire meeting was nerve-wrecking.

as expected, your parents were skeptical with your so-called husband of choice. they interrogated the hell out of him, asking this and that, commenting on every little thing about him with the intention to see him squirm in his seat.

but you know hoshina. he's confidant, undeterred and he knows how to handle his opponents well. with honeyed, dialect-thickened answers slipping from his tongue at every turn, your parents gradually warm up to him.

if only you knew the praises he had uttered about you all came from his honest heart.

since then, your relationship with hoshina grows closer, born out of correlative understanding and acknowledgment towards your newly shared status as each others' spouses. both of your parents have dwindle down a bit with their pestering, now opting to support you two in their own ways.

hoshina becomes a tad bit more bold with his gestures too. he grazes his hand a lot more with yours, stands a bit closer to you until your shoulders brush, suspiciously eyeing men who he thinks were looking at you wrongly. he even asked captain ashiro to let him have the same meal times and off-duty hours as you.

"you called for me, captain ashiro— oh, vice-captain hoshina, you're here too!" you salute just as you step into the captain's office.

hoshina gives you an easy smile, one which you gladly mirror as you stand beside him in front of ashiro's desk, now consciously aware of the engagement ring you wore as a necklace hidden beneath your uniform and a complementary one you know is looped around his neck.

"at ease, y/n. i just called to ask whether you'd be alright with having a schedule change starting next week?" ashiro asks straight away, her attention still fixed on the papers in front of her.

your brows raise in confusion. "um... respectfully speaking, captain, since when do i have a say in something like this? i thought that's only for you to decide?"

"well, seeing as hoshina is the one who requested it, it's only right that i properly ask consent from you first, since it's your work hours we're discussing about here." she says.

ashiro then continues, not giving you and your 'husband' a chance to utter a single reply, "besides that, i'm quite surprised you're still calling him by his last name, given that you're also a hoshina now, y/n."

thoroughly amused, the captain revels in the way the two of you blush almost simultaneously, turning away from each other in bashfulness after being called out.

right, you forgot captain ashiro is the first person to know about the true nature of your relationship... and yet despite that, she genuinely roots for you two, praying that someday hoshina will eventually confess his painfully deep-rooted feelings for you.

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hoshina enjoys watching you in action. polite and kind personality off the field but with impeccable fighting abilities, your unleashed force could soar through the roof on a good day, and your hand-to-hand combat skills are considered on par with his own. not to mention your extremely high agility and fast reflexes, hoshina has rarely seen any kaiju catching you off guard mid-fight.

in short, you're strong. monstrously so.

he's reminded of that fact during one celebration party, where you've emptied one too many glasses, drunk out of your mind to even think straight.

"you know, soshiro-kun... this is like the best decision i've ever made! like, ever!!" you slur in between hiccups, cheeks flushed as your heavy eyes shine brightly at him.

your husband's slanted eyes crinkle at the corners in clear ardor, though you never noticed it due to your intoxicated state. "what decision? you mean drinkin' till you're all trashed and plastered like this?" he drawls with a teasing lilt in his tone.

hoshina lets you drunkenly lean the entirety of your weight on his side, an arm hovering just above your figure in case you fall over. choosing to indulge himself a bit, he rests his cheek on your head, taking in the soft scent of your shampoo.

most of the others celebrating around you don't even bat an eye, already used to the sight of you and the vice-captain being so physically close together. the new recruits never asked about your relationship. they just assume that you're already dating since they've seen you two like this even before they got officially appointed as officers.

though they have no idea how unbearably frustrating it was for the older members of the division to keep watching their vice-captain pine for you for years now.

one is hopeless, and the other is oblivious. it's sickening.

"ehhh, me? drunk? no, no! the decision is me marrying you, of course! i'm so happy i said yes to you that day! cheers to my lovely husband, guys!" you giddily hoot, raising another glass in the air before downing it all in one gulp.

and then chaos ensues.

shocked exclaims of "you two are married already?!", "wait, why was i not invited??", "since when?!", and among others fill the already rowdy hall.

hoshina internally combusts, his ears burning hot for he doesn't expect you to suddenly reveal your status like that but you seem so delighted about it that he doesn't have the heart to deny anything.

at the table beside you, furuhashi shouts in victory, "hah! i told you guys l/n-san and vice-captain hoshina are together! pay up, suckers!"

the swordsman raises a thin eyebrow at the new discovery. "that's quite a bet y'all made there. think some good extra laps could fit in somewhere?" he provokes.

the newbies sit upright, body rigid as they're about to send apologies his way but then you cut them all off.

"l/n? soshiro, you had a partner before me? am i getting in between your relationship?" you shakily ask in your hazy stupor, barely able to get your words out correctly as you jerk back, tears pooling in your eyes.

hoshina halts, finally realizing that you're too far gone to grasp that they were talking about you. "wait, what? that's not—" he tries to console, but you move fast, more so now that you're drunk. "no, don't touch me! i'm not a man-stealer, i swear!" you cry out.

before anyone can say or do anything, your fist connects with his jaw, so strong and forceful that the sound echoes in the hall as everyone else freeze in their spot, almost in horror at the spectacle.

the powerful yet underserving hit left hoshina's pretty face sporting a nasty bruise for the next few days, and it got you apologizing every chance you get.

nonetheless, at least he finds it endearing that you're not the type to handle your liquor well.

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another thing hoshina adores about you is that you're protective of the ones you care about.

he can distinctly recall the sagamihara neutralization operation when officers furuhashi and ichikawa had stumbled upon the humanoid version of no.9.

after losing connection with the two boys, you knew something was wrong at that moment. deciding to trust your instincts, you immediately head towards their last reported location, hoshina's concerned warnings from your earpiece going unheeded.

relief washed through you when you managed to arrive on time, though the sight of two direly injured officers made something boil deep inside your stomach.

your heart leaped to your throat when you see no. 9 with its hand out towards furuhashi, seconds away from blowing him to bits. with an enraged vigor, you lunged towards the man, pulling him behind you and aiming your gun at the monster before straight away pulling the trigger.

furuhashi cried out your name but you felt your pulse quicken then, not because of the daikaiju's hand separating from its arm and its core almost exposed due to your piercingly pin-point shot, but because of the figure appearing just behind no. 9. it was kaiju no. 8.

the next thing you knew, no. 9's head was flying away, and you held furuhashi closer, your aim changing its direction to the new humanoid kaiju. "keep still, furuhashi." you grit your teeth when you felt him stagger behind you, eyes narrowing warily at the way no. 8 gently handled ichikawa to sit up.

you wanted to question how it was possible for a kaiju to act in such a humanely way, but you figured that was something to be figured out later, as you now have two wounded officers to worry about.

hours later, as the mission came to an end, you approached hoshina who was seated on the ground with a sullen look on his face. "soshiro?" you called.

your husband immediately turned at the sound of your voice, clambering to a stand and dusting off his suit. "y/n! you're fine, thank gods," he exhaled before fussing over you, peering here and there to make sure you're not injured anywhere. "you're crazy, you know that? runnin' off to face against two daikaijus like that. ya had me worried sick!"

your fingers mindlessly fidget with the ring necklace, heart melting at his concerned sentiment. "sorry... i was worried too, you know. to hear furuhashi and ichikawa-kun getting isolated with an identified kaiju like that. they're under my care so i have to be responsible for their lives. and then you just had to go off and fight no. 8 on your own!" you huffed.

finding solace in his safety and well-being, you dropped your head to his shoulder and brought his own ring close to brush a kiss on the smooth surface of the glinting metal. "but i'm glad you're safe, soshiro," you murmured quietly.

when a tense silence greeted you, you slightly winced as embarrassment slipped into your conscious thoughts.

were you making him feel uncomfortable? fuck, you shouldn't have done that. you're just his fake wife, you don't have any right to succumb yourself to such intimacy with him.

you moved to pull away, but a palm situated itself on the back of your head, making you settle back on his shoulder. the hand felt warm, and so did hoshina's ears, cheeks, neck and anywhere his blood rush could reach.

"soshiro...?" your voice muffled on the material of his suit. his grip on you tightened just a little, an airy whisper of "stay," brushing against your ear almost affectionately. slowly, you snaked your arms around his back, burying yourself further into his welcoming embrace.

hoshina's mind seemed to settle. calm like the ocean waves during a slack tide, rustling like the tree leaves on a bright, sunny day. his feelings for you grew tenfold, adoration and love blossoming like flowers on a ripe spring season.

at that time, all he could think about is how much he desperately wanted to make you his real wife.

no official wedding ceremony written bcs my brain just couldn't come up with anything TT also i wanted to add more tension-filled scenes BUT I'M SO BRAINDEAD HELP I WANNA CRY

anyways, title inspired by yor's nickname, thorn princess hehe

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[yu6mi]

MATCHMAKER!

₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya.

sypnosis: you're so sweet! planning the perfect date just for them and your friend. you're trying so hard to find their perfect match... sadly, he's way too head over heels for you.

A/N: so sorry for any grammar errors!! english is not my first language and tumblr is not making this any easier for me:( I used a grammar checker just in case tho! also, this originally had tecchou bc he's THE loml but I forgot what I had planned for him HAHA

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is usually a very hard person to read. During his days of working for the Port Mafia, he was taught how to mask his emotions and cover any sight of vulnerability. Protecting himself from enemies during fights with other organizations that searched for any sign of insecurity and uncertainty in his work.

But right now, his face was priceless. His eyes were almost as big as a plate, widened in astonishment. His mouth, agape with surprise, showed all of his conflicting emotions inside of his facade— a cute, small blush could be seen in his cheeks as his hands, who were prepared to coo at you and pinch your cheeks, had no idea what to do right now. Slowly finding their way deep inside his trenchcoat's pockets.

A hushed laugh erupts from behind him. Ranpo and Yosano have their hands on their own lips, trying to muffle the sounds of amusement that so desperately wanted to get away. Can you blame them? The scene was really enjoyable for them. Were you really that oblivious or did you just wanted to reject him softly?

He was so, so sure you were going to ask him out. It was a bit funny.

A breathy, nervous laugh escapes him before he coughs awkwardly, trying to stop his heart from exploding with feelings. "I— I'm sorry... Could you repeat that, please?" He inquiries, tilting his head just slighly. Taking out one of his hands to caress his bandaged neck.

You make a small nod with your head, a pretty smile on your face. Though, he believes every expression you make is gorgerous. "I asked if you were free this Saturday." You repeat. "My friend would like to start meeting new people and I thought you two would be the perfect match!"

He knew about his reputation. A pretty face and a charming personality made it easy for him to get into any woman's bed. But you thought that, despise all that womanizer actitude, he was great!

As you talked and rambled about how good of a couple he and that mysterious friend of yours would be, he couldn't help but grimace. His hard try of maintaining a friendly, unbothered expression was becoming harder. If only you knew that he only wanted you— ah, should he just tell you that he's not interested...?

But you have such a cute expression on your face! He can't just take it away... He doesn't know what to do right now. You look so excited with the idea of matchmaking, trying to make two hearts meet each other. Though, unaware that his is already taken by yours. Fluttering with everything you do.

"So?" He comes back from his thoughts as you gently grip his coat. Your smile is so contagious and sweet. Warmth spreading through his face as his fingers twitch from your hold. "What do you say?"

You're being so cruel right now... He doesn't want to disappoint you, but he can't bring himself to go on a date with someone who isn't you. His dark orbs look around the agency in search of a way to get himself out of this situation. Atsushi slighly tensed by the way their eyes made eye contact. And yet, he just turned around when Ranpo called for his assistance. Ignoring the silent plea for help.

"Ah... Well, I don't know..." Dazai began, looking at your face with a gentle, apologetic smile and a way too soft tone of voice. "I have a pile of paperwork that I haven't checked on for a long time. Kunikida will probably—"

"I already did them for you!"

His face and shoulders fall again, he really can't say no to you, can he?

Nakahara Chuuya

"What?"

Chuuya blinked. Then blinked again, as if registering the question at his own pace. The pretty red on his cheeks was slowly disappearing, as if the surprise of your suggestion had erased any sight of his intoxication. "You... want me to what?"

A cute, small giggle erupts from you at that. One of your manicured hands covers your mouth to stop your smile from growing, while the other holds a glass of some fine wine. Chuuya's eyes are narrowed, observing the blush on your cheeks. Would it be weird if he said he wanted to bite them?

Your giggles slowly decrease. "It's okay if you don't want to," You say, slowly taking another sip of your wine as you interlock eyes with him. "I won't force you. I know you're a busy man." The last part of your words contains a teasing tone, almost like you're trying to playfully provoke him.

An exasperated sigh comes from him, his gaze averting between his glass of wine and your face. "It's not that..." He mumbles, frowning slighly at the words he wants to say but can't.

It's not a secret that Nakahara Chuuya is a very loyal man, something precious in a relationship. That's why you thought he would be a great match for your friend, insisting that he should go on a few dates with her to get to know her better. You were sure she would be his type! Or maybe it was really just the alcohol talking.

"Do you wanna see pictures of her?" You say as you set the wine on the table, your hand that was holding it now has your phone on it. Tapping your password and going through your photos.

Chuuya takes his time observing your face, you're doing this on purpose, right? You must be. Planning a date for him and some random girl. He blushes slightly when you move closer to him; your shoulder touches his, and suddenly, he feels way too warm.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" You say happily, showing a picture where you and your friend are smilling brighly. Yet, he can only focus on you. Your lips look so soft with every word your spill, your cheeks are pink from the wine, and your eyes seem like they have the whole galaxy in them.

He doubts he's ever seen someone as pretty as you.

Chuuya would stare at you for all the eternity and just admire everything about you. He would never get bored.

He smiles. "Yeah, gorgerous."

He only notices what he did when you laugh like a highschool girl. Your smile is way bigger now, and Chuuya knows that he can't say no.

[starflungwaddledee]

hii!! i just wanna say your comic and starspeak lore are SO cool omg!! the way you incorporate the essence of the starfolk culture into their language is incredibly creative and very fitting auauagahsahdbsnsnn <3

i'm pretty interested in all the grammar of the language!! i think you mentioned that there's a question particle that kind of works like mandarin chinese, do other final particles exist? little tone indicators in the language seems like it would help mutual understanding between a bunch of mystical star-beings :0

also, if it's been developed yet, how do verbs work in this? granted, i don't know a lot about greek/latin languages or if you're basing the grammar off of them too, but does it lean more towards romance language's crazy conjugations, or a simpler "subject verb noun" structure?

sorry if this is a lot haha i know the language is still a wip, but it's such a cool concept! i think languages are really interesting and the way you incorporate it into kirby is so mmbdbbrnzmxfh✨✨

alright, this one took me a very long time to get to (because i knew it would be long and i've been working on it on and off for a while) and i'm so sorry! thank you so much for your patience veve! and it's been a little while since we've had a starspeak post so let's go!

(i will preface by saying again that the language is still very much a wip which i could change at any time, and that i'm no trained specialist; i'm just doing this for fun and there's a high chance i fully have no clue what i'm talking about 😅)

❓ i'll start with the easiest one of these and go for the question particle!

i think that Celestials are not often doubtful or questioning things, but when they do the particle is an opener rather than a sentence-final (such as ma (嗎/吗) in mandarin chinese). it otherwise works extremely similarly in that it is tagged on to turn a sentence into a question.

so the most common starspeak question particle is tc, almost a mouth sound than a word. the letters are a combination not often used elsewhere in their speech patterns, which i like to think also wraps back around to them being fairly certain of most things they open their mouths to say.

tc is predominantly used when seeking clarification about someone else's experiences, which is probably one of the more frequent times they wouldn't know something in (self-presumed) absolution.

combining it with some other things we've learned; épios (see) and eu (you) we can ask someone what they're seeing presently, where the target of the speaker (eu) is in active possession of the seeing action and vl is an active tense:

"tc vlépios eu?" // "(what's) seen (by) you?" // "what do you see?"

unfortunately in the conlangs current state, moving things around even a little bit throws out the meaning of sentences a lot, which is something i could probably iron out more with significantly more time 😅 "tc eu vlépios?" for example would be closer to "you're seen?" and "tc vlépios-eu?" would probably be like.. "what sight possesses you?", which is... still kind of the same i suppose but it's just an unnecessarily intense way to say it 😂

🥰 okay! question particle done and it was not actually the easiest but anyway; onto the personaliser! "ki".

i'm not 100% sure if this sort of thing exists in other languages or what it might be called to begin researching, but it's ostensibly a way to turn an external item or concept into something internal or individualised

asté (star/s) for instance is a very overused word in their language, understandably. you can use it to refer to gaseous bodies, other Celestials, other non-Celestial beings, or even a specific individual rank within a relationship system. ei asté applies an amount of ownership over the star/s, but still does not make them an individual in their own right. you would most likely use this if you happened to be carting around an actual giant flaming ball of gas

ei astéki however immediately makes the star something more personal, a little soul-deep. maybe it's a warm light inside you, or maybe it's the beating heart of another living being. dropping the 'ei' you could use this as a nickname, though it'd be kind of like calling someone 'person'.

"ei astéki skotei koris eu" // "my stars dimmed lacking you" // functionally just a really big ham "i missed you"

🤏 alright rolling on, last one: a diminutive. this one's easier i think; maybe i ought have started here. oh well!

like it says on the tin, this is to make things small and/or cute! the particle is ró and it is usually tacked on at or towards the end of a word. much like in english i think this is usually done affectionately. though it could be done a little pettily or rudely, being small in size is significantly less of a negatively-judged-concept by Celestials than being low in brightness.

here's some examples, probably the easiest way to go about this one! all of these are actively affectionate, not unlike a pet name?

moiydísró - (small) cheeky one astéróki - small star (personaliser; makes this a clear nickname) ei Vaýtitaró - my little gravity

💬 and then to wrap up, this last part about verbs and conjugations!

answering this one with complete confidence would require that i were a bit better at this and had it more fixed and figured out, but i'll do my best!! i'm not really basing the grammar off any one language in particular (I only use translations to form a rough sound/word and go from there), just kind of what feels like the right sort of vibe.

because i was just doing this for myself and for fun i didn't start out with any rules, just rolled with what i enjoyed! if you were doing conlang more seriously i think it would help to set those rules up at the outset 😅

in its present state, my starspeak seems to me to be a topic prominent language with less individual conjugations and more modifiers; including significant reliance on sentence order and word placement

so instead of having many different words for see (seen, saw, to see) it's more about the placement, word combinations, and other modifiers;

ei épios - me see (a request, often used in place of 'wake up') vlépios ei - seeing by me (active tense added by vl but it's not strictly necessary) eu épios - you see (the speaker sees the target) épios-koris eu - without seeing by you (sight possesses a term for "lack", so the sight itself is lacking. "you don't see clearly", ostensibly.) épios ei prioto - seeing by me before (i saw it earlier)

this is sort of a necessity because right now the overall variety of words is limited; both by the earliness of its development and also because i think that this is a species that might not have needed a lot of words.

maybe they moved the same few hundred words around and minced them up in new ways rather than making lots of new ones. maybe they might have communicated through body language as much as with words (despite how much galacta knight clearly loves the sound of his own voice) or maybe i'll change my mind and they'll be a talkative bunch and we'll have dozens of new words soon 😂

anyway, i hope this is a ~fun and cool answer~ that you will enjoy despite its incredible lateness and sprawling length!! thank you so so much for asking me about the language; as you can tell i dearly love to talk about it despite its nebulousness, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get this out!

[jetgirl1832]

20 Questions More

This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. @nottawriter hit me with a tag, I have been attacked lol.

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship / fandom? A dash of shower thoughts, with a pinch of I watched a movie and couldn't help but think... Yes, that will work. They often feel like the come from nowhere.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good? That's not fair how dare you ask me this!!!! Uhhh I'm mostly reading Supercorp stuff these days sooo... @jazzfordshire, @mycatismyeditor, @fazedlight, @innamorament0, @scribblingpunk, @fyonahmacnally to name a few. AAAAND my co-author and a vast array of things @tomatopudding! Why? Idk, I just get drawn a lot to these works and think they're lovely, and I love their depictions of these characters I love.... with @tomatopudding we just vibe very well, sharing the same five brain cells helps.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write? If we're talking Supergirl... That's so hard, but I might have to say Brainy and Nia if really pressed... and Alex. I really enjoy Alex.

Otherwise, my other faves include all of the Les Amis from Les Miserables (if you know you know), specifically Courfeyrac and Marius and their hilarious dynamic. Other faves include Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton, Eponine Thenardier and... This could go on for a very long time, are you sure you have time?

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you’d never write about? Which ones? Not putting Kara and Lena together just makes me sad... So Supercorp ftw all the way, they are my top (I am a lot more amenable in other fandoms I've written for)

Tropes... I'm unlikely to do Omega-verse, I haven't done it and I can't see myself starting even if I sometimes read it.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

When I worked in retail I wrote on stupid little scraps and probably lost about 75% of them. Sometimes the method is hand writing, and then typing and making edits during that process as well. The handwritten can vary drastically from the typed draft lol.

I tend to fly by the seat of my pants unless someone is keeping me in line. I'm pretty darn chaotic.

I doubt myself a lot, so I always think whatever I write is garbage no matter how much proof there is that's not true. Also, sometimes I get burnt out, or my muse dies and then I feel terrible. Yay.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process? Falling down rabbit holes, looking into fun topics. Likely ending up on a government watch list for the stuff I've searched up over the years

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic? Uhhh.... hmm. I have no idea what the weirdest is lol. Cause it's on my mind, probably looking up what types of wood are easiest to chop, and why. (There is definitely weirder, but I don't remember right now).

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)? Commas. They hate me, and I hate them.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why? Oof. Uhhh... This is so hard! Honestly there is a lot of stuff in my co-written very long series Hamilton Family Album that was *a lot* between research and feels.

Especially when you're co-author hits you with unexpected feels out of nowhere that you weren't anticipating (YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID).

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely? Of course, they have. It happens all the time.

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why? Ohhh... Hands down Kara and Lena, I wish they could be my friends and we could hang out. Why? I think that they are absolutely incredible, wonderful and I could just sing their praises for ever.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing? Oooo, I'm a sucker for fluffy romances, and I've been dabbling in smut recently. Other themes for me can be like found family is a really popular one for me.

Since I've written both a lot of Les Mis and Hamilton stuff (among other similar things) I've done a lot of "Modern AU's" as well, which are uhhh varied to say the least. If I can treat anything they way the treat most Shakespeare pieces these days I do it.

13) What’s your most important resource as a writer? Asking for help! Soundboarding with other writers, I love doing it. It helps me make sense of my ideas... Or decide they're maybe too out there (almost never lol)

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work? Reading it out loud, I have a hard time noticing errors otherwise. Asking someone you trust to look it over as well, take your time and double and triple check if you're unsure about something.

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic? D. All of the Above

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it? I try to just write for myself, usually because I haven't seen something like it and think it should exist. I do really enjoy getting comments if only because I'm always curious to hear what readers think about my work.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character / ship? I don't, and if I did it would be odd... I'm the most massive theater nerd. I do have songs that I think fit the vibes, and some shows I listen to have more apt things than others. Or if it's Les Mis it's the whole dang album lol.

Supercorp things if anyone is curious (and wondering how odd it could get): Mercury Rising from Lizzie, Come Home With Me, Anyway the Wind Blows, Wait for Me and Wedding Song from Hadestown, In A Crowd of Thousands from Anastasia, Origin of Love from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Maybe I introduced you to something fun today.

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it? Oh dear... I don't know. The thing I'd love to see art for isn't up yet and I just think it would be fun but it will be called What Was I Made For... And we're gonna leave at that for now.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have? I'm finishing up You've Got New Followers (One chapter left!), I think three other WIP's (two more plotted than others) and my WIP for May-Hem... So five?

20) What’s your advice to new fanfic writers? Don't be afraid just because you've never done it before. That's why fanfic is amazing. You can do what you want and in reality no one can stop you, just make sure you're having fun.

My fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/JetGirl1832/works?page=1

Tagging but no pressure: @tomatopudding and @innamorament0

[asteria-argo]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

tagged by the wonderful wonderful @altschmerzes

1. How many fandoms have you written in?

Written in about 15 but I've only published in two. According to ao3 it's five but that's because of the umbrella fandom of DC comics.

2. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Since I was around 6 and I'm now 20 so about,,, 14 years

3. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I read way more than I write, I read a bare minimum of 3 fics a day and I go through really long periods of not writing anything so I for sure read more than I write

4. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

since I started publishing my fics I've gotten a lot better at actually finishing them, but my grammar and tense has also improved A Lot just from practicing even if it's still not the best out there.

5. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I mean it's not that weird but I get very hyperfixated on small details so I did a lot of researching into the different degrees offered at Yale and Harvard in order to decide what degrees I think would be offered at a fictional Ivy League university when I was writing character bios a little while ago.

Also for To All The Better Places I spent a truly inane amount of time researching grassroots U12 girls football teams for a side character so I could name one in the right area that would suit her needs the best.

6. What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

long ones for sure. I love getting long comments especially on my longer fics where people like,, point out things they liked or quote my work as me. Also love those like,, live slug reaction comments you get sometimes where people go paragraph by paragraph telling you their thoughts as they have them in one long comment,

7. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I have a lot of ambiguous gender feelings a lot of the time, and I also grew up watching a lot of "boy" oriented media that would only have like,, one or two girl characters at best so from a young age I was fascinated with reading like,, canon divergent "always-a-girl" trope fics and I have written a couple of them myself which I think is a bit of an unpopular trope in wider fandom.

8. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

angst and whump because I really struggle describing physical sensation and angst usually just ends up with me making myself sad and/or sick in the process of writing it if I don't have a happy ending planned and ready to go

9. What is the easiest type?

found family stories are my bread and butter, slice of life, friends just being friends, those kinds of stories

10. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I usually write at home at my desk, since I study online I've got a pretty perfect set up to spend long hours there. If I'm not at home I'm at the library. I use Notion, because it's free, I have personal beef with Word and google docs sucks. It's not technically a writing platform in the sense I use it in but it works fine as one, it also makes it super easy to organise my files and extra notes of fics, on top of my editing and the drafts.

11. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I actually recently overcame my big too nervous to write fic. I am,, an asexual virgin but I also really enjoy reading smut. I've wanted to write some for ages, but on account of not knowing how sex works because I've never had it and also my inability to describe physical sensations I've been weary to give it a go in case it's terrible but I finally wrote some not long ago and published it over on ao3

12. What made you choose your username?

Well Asteria is just my name, and then Argo is a combined DC/Greek Mythology references. Argo comes from the Argonauts of The Golden Fleece myth, but it's also the name of the original supergirls home.

I do not know whose already been tagged or whose already done it so I'm just going to go for it and hope for the best @jamtartandsunshine @kvetchinglyneurotic @jamiesfootball @antitheticaally @its-not-easy-being-green-things

[halfagone]

hi. prefacing this by saying that I love your fics ily I mean this in good faith etc. you don't have to read this or respond to this, no pressure but in chapter 1 of your fic, "lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood". in the first sentence of that fic (shown below)

"I didn't know you had a son!" Bruce, or rather 'Bruice' as the press liked to call him, exclaimed with a cheerful grin, wrapping an arm around Lex's shoulder.

directly copy pasted from AO3. did you know that you spelled that "Bruice"??? Did you mean "Brucie"??? did anyone else tell you about the spelling??? sorry this is not meant to be confrontational but everytime I click on the link of your fic I see that at the bottom of the screen and I just pronounce it as "brew-ice" in my head, I just had to know if you know and have been ignoring it and it felt asshole-ish to point out since you're at 91 chapters. but I just reopened the fic in a new tab and I see it again.

(also ngl I just had a very tense not-really-argument with my parents and its very stressful and also my body hurts/feels bad physically and psychologically.)

Have a good rest of your life <3

Yeah, I originally wrote that chapter on mobile Tumblr I'm pretty sure, so it doesn't mark grammar or spelling issues the way it really should? Or mine didn't at the time. I have a lot of spelling things I've found over the months. I try not to think about right now. I'll definitely have to go back and fix it because I've heard that people want to book bind it once it's completed? So I've gotta get to that eventually. I literally just copy pasted that chapter from here on Tumblr over to Ao3 so the first three are kinda... scuffed, I guess you could say? They're not as clean as the more recent chapters that's for sure. Or even the early 30 chapters because I actually had plot by then... This fic was not meant to go on for as long as it has. :\

(But I hope things are alright now. Even if things aren't resolved with your parents, I hope you try to take a moment for yourself and just breathe. It sounds stupidly easy, and it might not always work, but even just a moment to yourself can make all the difference. Make sure to take care of yourself too.)

Hope you're having a better day! <3

[yuly]

Hey Yuly!! I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing, it’s so deliciously soul destroying <3

If you don’t mind, do you have any tips on starting writing fanfiction? I really love writing but I have absolutely no clue where to start it’s painful 😭

Anyway ilysm ur an angst genius and I just wanted you to know it 💗💗

oh anon 🥹🥹you've made my entire day week with this ask thank you so very much for your kind words and support ❤️❤️

soul destroying 🫢hehe😈🤪

my advice for writing ??? as someone who started writing in Dec 20222???? i'm not sure i qualify to give any type of advice darling😭 but i will say this:

you said you love writing so start there!! don't be afraid!!! if you feel like writing something GO FOR IT, it doesn't have to be novel, hell it doesn't even have to be a full paragraph, write down your idea, tell your story and see how you feel about it, my golden rule is as long as I like it and it makes ME happy reading it, then I’m good!! Literally just open up google docs, or your notes app, whatever, take a breath and type away!!! flood the page with our ideas and then start organizing it a bit etc, don’t put too much pressure on yourself because thats when you lose train of thought and lovely ideas float way, forget about posting and what the reader will think, for now just put your energy into story telling :)

don't worry too much about grammar and schematics in the early stages, just get your idea out, tell your story! In my first few stories I was very insecure about the fact that my tenses were all over the place, I obsessed over it wayyyyy too much (I still struggle with it ngl), we aren't writing legal documents here, cut yourself some slack!! also, english isn't everyone's first language! I use free grammarly its very helpful, I am terrible at spelling etc.

at the same time, be honest with yourself, yes you are a brand new writer and there is lots of room to improve so if and when you receive some feedback, take it!! don't see it as an attack or a reason to not write anymore, incorporate it to the best of your abilities and keep trying!!

be yourself!!! I cannot emphasis this enough, you may not be aware of it yet but you have a certain niche that is going to hit juuuust right for your reader! i've started using tumblr and reading fanfic again since nov2022 and i have come across a wide variety of writing styles, some i personally enjoy more than others (and that's ok!) but there are so many insanely talented writers in this little fandom alone it blows my mind, and each of them has their own unique writing style and a different way to tell a beautiful story, and we appreciate them all!! there is room for everyone <3

most importantly: don't let lack of engagement discourage you, this is easier said than done!! right before I posted child's play, I posted a small one shot titled A Two Way Street, it was different from my usual fluff and actually, it was my very first time writing angst! (a tiny amount lol) and I was so excited !!! I even wanted (and still do) to make a part 2 and had this whole idea planned out, but it sat around 10 likes for nearly two weeks, with no feedback or anything, it was crickets lol. It made me really sad and I started to second guess my idea and just the story overall, I even thought am I writing too much too fast for someone who just started?? Maybe I should take a break. When I got the idea for childs play not long after that, I said fuck it ,I posted it with 0 expectations, I just genuinely liked my idea and telling the story, again, I had an idea for part 2 but this time I told myslef to not expect anything and just take whatever comes my way. The response to that story is still unreal to me, I'm so glad that I didn't let something so small discourage me from writing all together, truthfully some of the best stories I've read on here get way less recognition than I believe they deserve, but that does not take away from the writers talent or the story itself!!!

anyway, that was sooooo much rambling, I hope I was able to encourage you even a tiny bit, you are absolutely capable and worth the shot, don't be afraid, I’m no genius I'm just a regular girl and if I can do it, you absolutely can!!!❤️❤️

[sunshine-dimmed]

eyyyyyyyy ✦

if you're here, there's a chance you're checking me out to see if I'm a potential writing partner for you. sweet! let me lay down some deets;

about me: 33 years old as of December -24, trans dude, he/him.

I'm just a nerdy, metalheady, artsy lil' leftist from Europe. characterized by many as a laid back, wholesome dude. a bit of a black cat with tendencies of turning towards golden retrieverism with close friends. often called "discount Laszlo". some of my fandoms are listed below; even if I don't necessarily have interest in writing a character from the mentioned fandom myself, I'm always open for AUs and crossovers.

as a writer I'm fairly literate and very descriptive (writing samples here). I prefer to write in third person and past-tense. accustomed to prose at a minimum of two paragraphs, though I can go on for several more if given the chance. more often than not, I hit the discord limit with my replies. activity typically varies from multiple replies / messages a day to every few days depending how my schedule is. life sometimes gets in the way and I'm okay with that, hope you are too!

looking for:

sb 25+ who likes multiple paragraph prose, third person, preferably past tense. I expect fluent grammar and threads written over discord in a server of our own. I am forgiving of small grammar mistakes (I'm not a native speaker myself) but can get a bit nitpicky especially when it comes to lore accuracy! if that's not your thing that's fine, but proper grammar and faithfulness to character is important to me. most of all, I expect good communication, chemistry and understanding both ways; I don't want to be hounded for replies (whether OOC or IC), nor will I do that to you!

what I like:

very often I'm very into rare, odd ships! this includes multiverse and multifandom as well as "well, they never actually met, but if they DID THOUGH..." so if you find a fandom we share, pls don't be afraid to come to me with some outside-the-box ideas!

for the most part, I'm interested in writing MxM and and almost exclusively against male characters. most often CCxCC, with some exceptions. romance heavy plots with some smut occasionally tossed in. I'm not interested in toxic relationships; I like my ships to struggle, sure, but not because they're bad for each other but because, y'know... life. circumstances. trauma, outside forces, stuff like that making things complicated, but not enough that they're actively suffering because of one another. I like angst in a nice balance with fluff, obstacles that they can perservere through together, love larger than life, love that conquers all, with hopefully a happy ending awaiting them somewhere in the horizon. open to dead dove topics and to kinky stuff, as long as it's discussed first. open to smut as well, as said, though I'm not interested in smut just for smut's sake. I like my sex scenes with plot, y'know?

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Caught within the trapped cells: Part 2||

Hi there. time for another chapter to this mini drabble series once more. However, this one is heavily focused on the officers that was caught by the inmates here. So lets see where it goes.

~~Chapters so far~~

First Cell: Officer Katsuki and Inmate vanguard

((Your reading chapter 2))

||Drabble Summary||

After a bit, Bakugo has fallen to Van ink the dragon and will help her getting more with another being a target. However, in another cell, Kali was now looking to a tied up Rex for the next two. Will this officer manage to stay sane or fall to her corruption? read to find out.

||Warning||

~Strong Sexual NSFW warning ((This is going to be present in all the chapters. If your under 18: Do Not READ!))

~Teasing

~Flirting

~Rough play

~Dom and Sub play

~Punishment

~demon corrupting an officer

~Chapters will or could be really long

||Muses in this drabble||

Ira"Kali" Vin-Shia and some others that will show in later chapters belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

While Rex Oxford Mills is an OC of mine along with some others that will show in later chapters are from their anime shows but also to me due to having them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Also as I warned: This will have heavy sexual themed content. If your under 18, please don't read. Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

After Bakugo's fall into Ink's corruption, another inmate was busy trying to get the officer watching over her to listen to him. In one cell, Kali vin-shia was looking at her officer Rex while he was tied up tight. She knew he was a strong officer but she liked that about him. That and them having a little talk after she brought him into her cell.

He was silent feeling her stroking him for a little bit knowing he was hard himself. Even seeing this, got her wet but he wouldn't know that yet. Even when she was stroking his cock slowly watching him squirm and growl in pleasure. Seems even someone as strong as him was just as aroused.

"Mmmm...ggrrrrrnmmmm...mmmmmm...."

This could be fun for her and him. As Rex growls trying to free himself, he stops feeling Kali look at him as she moves in close to look at him. Her hand still around his cock that was now half way hard wanting more of her touches.

"Now now, you don't need to fight it. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not that evil.." she said with one hand resting on his chest feeling his heartbeat.

"If that's the case then you wouldn't have tied me up like this. I demand you let me go Kali.." Rex orders but she only sighed to cross her arms over her chest.

"And why should I do that? I'm bored and you are the only one that can help me out. Even in this stupid lock down it's pretty old." she said but Rex said nothing else.

"Besides, even after those two damn weeks...maybe I can finally get some relief. You can help me get that since all that time I've tried it." she was leaning near him but Rex looked in her direction even if his back was pressed against the wall since he's on her cell bed. Due to her and others, most of them has a big cell with thick walls so it explains a lot.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know. Touching and pleasuring myself. I tried all that just to get that pleasure high. To cum feeling better but nothing worse after the first week. Even trying to ignore it makes it worse." she hissed but she squirms feeling wetter now just thinking about it and looking to his eyes.

"Though, I been doing those two for a while or everything to help feel better..it just gets worse when the second week starts. So, I had to move from touching and fingering to adding toys sometimes helped but it's better when it's from you.." she said to him even resting a hand on his crotch again seeing him tense.

"H..Hey!"

"Even you know that...even when I helped you feel good.." she said quietly to him.

"Oh sure so you would do that to get that?" he asked but Kali stops to sigh.

"Oh stop being tense..I mean for you too. I know after the two weeks you were feeling hungry too. Didn't you miss me?" she asked even with Rex, he said nothing looking to the side but it tells her he did. "Did you?"

".......I'm not answering this." he said.

"Come on Rex, you don't have to fight me here. I'm not your enemy....besides, you get what goes down in this prison don't you?" she asked that she was really close, her lips touching near his ear while she cuddles up against his side.

"I know what the prison is Kali. Mr. Henderson gave us a order to be sure you along with the others behave themselves. He wouldn't keep anything from us." he said but Kali sits back to look at him a bit. Her eyes glowing in the darkness of her cell.

"Did he now? Well, I think I should tell you something.." she said but she moves to suddenly sit on his lap. He grunts to feel that but Kali looks at him while she rests her hands on his face.

"Mr. Henderson allowed this max prison to hold the most dangerous inmates that's a threat out there...but most of them are the fractions. Basically, the strongest inmates run this prison. He gave us his word we get taken care of....then we won't worry about leaving out of here to cause destruction..." he said leaning in closer to almost kiss him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked almost feeling her lips touch his but Kali was so hungry to kiss him but she only closed her eyes half way to look at him.

"Meaning...we all have needs, officer Mills. Desires. Hunger. Urges. He gives us certain officers to help us with those urges. You know how most of us are even me..when we want something...we get it. Even you have em just like the other officers in this place. Even your fellow teammates too." she said but Rex winces feeling Kali's lips on his neck and even stroking him again.

"You have that desire of wanting something. You want to have someone as your own to calim like having a mate. Isn't that right?"

".......You....that's not true..." He said only for Kali to look at him that he was looking up with her eyes half way open. Her body burned so much wanting to just do it but she was keeping calm while dripping in between her legs.

"You don't believe me?" she said slowly to wanting another kiss. "Then how about your team. Their under the feeling of heated lust for their inmates too.."

"M..My...mmmm..t...team..." he groans but Kali keeps pleasuring him even faster now.

"Yes. I know their charges are getting help for them too. It's normal.." she said and yet Rex was worried. Was his team okay? When thinking about it, Kali squeezes his cock making him wince again to groan.

"Hey, focus officer Mills.." she warns seeing the tip slick.

"H..How can I mmmm if your doing t.that?" he groans only to hiss when she was now rubbing the tip using her thumb. She seriously was going too far with this but it was fine.

"It's fine. So, how about we stop holding back? I know deep down you are needy and hungry to 'take care of it' don't you want to? Or at least feel me again?" she asked but before Rex could answer, she kissed him deeply but slowly.

Her lips were still warm as Rex feels Kali kiss him. He closed his hands into fists feeling the heat of the kiss that she softly moans missing this feeling again. It already got her excited wanting more. She deepens the kiss slightly feeling him deeply returning the kiss till she breaks it panting softly against his lips.

"D...damn it K..Kali..." he panted.

"Haaaa....trust me, it's fine..mmmmm...I been needy all those two weeks..and you are going to help me..." she said gripping his uniform that she wanted to tear it open which she did. The sound of ripping fabric was heard showing his chest off. Rex tenses from that but Kali kisses him again while she keeps sitting in his lap.

"Lets...make it worth the lockdown..I want you to obey what I tell you like a good boy. And I'll be sure you feel good too....." she orders but he shook wondering what she was planning.

"You can't be.." As he tries to speak, she steals his lips once more making out with him. Kali moans against his lips while Rex growls against them. Seems she will have fun trying to break him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Kali moans laying back on a pillow while she was trapping Rex in between her legs. He was being told to pleasure her while slowly eating her out. She hissed when feeling his tongue tease the nub only for her to run her fingers through his dreadlocks.

He keeps close since she had her hand on top of his head. She's made him do this for a while as she moans relaxing on the cell bed. Legs spread out while she was shaking.

"That's it..mmmmmm..g...good officer...hhaaaa Your doing s..so good.." she softly said, having one of her legs around him so he couldn't move. His wrists were still tied so he couldn't get out of it. He keeps his eyes half way open swishing his tongue against the slick folds, to latching onto it and sucking on it.

'D..damn, was she always t..this wet? No no focus Rex, you have to get out of this cell...or you'll end up losing to her. Even if she's...haaa....already making my head foggy I have to focus.' he thought still pleasuring her to suck more on the nub.

"Ahhhh!" she twitched from that but threw her head back, rolling her hips while moaning. What a dangerous tongue he has but it was good. Her fingers feeling his dreadlocks only to grip some as she grunts trapping his head while he groans feeling this.

"Mmmmm R..rex....m..more..I want more...mmmmm...." Hearing her words, he did as she asked, eating her out more yet slowly.

Even if she was in a heated state, she still was doming over him to get the pleasure she's been aching for. Though, he's been feeling the same due to self pleasuring himself in his chambers here in the prison. Knowing his body ached to give her that he already felt hot himself while doing it.

She was soaking wet down here but he felt like she was pleasuring herself during the two weeks. He could tell. Her scent was stronger but he only growls still pleasuring her even if he was getting aroused himself.

"Mmmm!!!"

However, he focused on her first. His lips were still latched around the wet slit that he was making sure she felt good hearing Kali's moans even louder. As his tongue was pushing in slightly deeper, she pulls his hair to hear him hiss and hear her.

"Easy now I want to feel good but not cum yet.......lets savor this a bit longer...." she asked.

"Your p..pushing your luck here. If I get out of this I'll be sure you get punished for this-Mffmm!" she pushed his head down making him eat her out again.

"I know..but I'm still needy right now....you said you would help.." she looks seeing Rex's while milky eyes but he only closed it half way as she lifts his head again to look at him.

"Or if your good..I'll help you feel good your hard yourself.." she sees his cock indeed hard but she even pulls him close to kiss his lips. He kisses her back deeply as she held his cheek with one hand.

When the kiss was shared, she breaks it looking at him.

"Haaa...haaaa..."

"Lets keep playing Rex..I still want more.." she pushes him back down again only for him to kiss from her neck to her chest over the breasts. She hisses from the heated kisses till he gets back in between her legs.

"So be sure you enjoy yourself....eat up.." she teased but Rex looks silent to growl.

"If you want to be like that...I guess I have no choice." he said.

"Huh? What are y-!?" Seconds later, she gasped suddenly when he pushes his tongue deeply inside to make Kali grip some of his hair.

"Ahhh...ahhhhhh h..hey you..nuggghh!!" she felt her legs twitching feeling the heated licks from his tongue. He was already eating her out while he was deeply groaning from the heat. She panted trying to stop him but only pushes his head down wanting more.

"Mmmmmm...f..fuck...fuck your t...tongue..." she hissed and yet, her hips were shaking now. Rex heard this but keeps going while he was closing his eyes.

'You wanted me to eat up Kali..so that's what I'm doing. You shouldn't look down on me like that knowing what I could do to you if I hit the right spots.' he thought that he pushes his tongue in deeper and started being a bit rougher. He knew that she was strong but he can make her weak under him if he really wanted to.

"Ahhhh..f..fuck...fuck y..youuum..mmmmm!!!!"

Seeing her bucking her hips wanting more was already arousing and exciting for him. He even shivers again when she was growing wetter again. Is she drawing close? This told him to quicken his tongue hearing a startled yelp.

"H..Hey! I said I didn't want-Mfffnn!!" she bit her bottom lip feeling him sucking around the slit and the nub, hearing her heated moans and groans. He was good at this but she shook leaning back on the bed while gripping the pillow above her head. He was starting to go faster and faster, trying to make Kali cum for him. However, even from this he was panting still eating her out.

"Ahhhhh R..rex you g..gotta st..stop..g...gonna c..cum....I'm gonna cum!" she warns arching her back that Rex pushes his lips down harder sucking with all his strength.

'Then cum....you want to cum after two weeks? Then cum...' he thought but was still trying to make her feel that orgasm while she was gasping out, arching her back with eyes closed.

"Ahhh ahhhh I..I can't..I c...can't..nugghhh....mmmmmmm...I..I can't take it... Icc....ahhhhhh....g..gonna cum...g..gonna cum....cumming..I'm cumming!"

Kali screams only bucking her hips to violently cum in his mouth. She shudders a powerful orgasm as he was still licking her deeply that Kali whimpers gripping the pillow.

She panted loudly from the orgasm but Rex sits back panting himself. He slowly licked his lips from knowing he made her cum but he looks to then feel her push him back.

He lands on his back but Kali was panting still wet that she looks at him. "Y..You..who said you oooooo c...could make me cum l..like. I didn't wa..want to yet.." she said but Rex looks at her while she was looking at him.

"Hmm? Then why are you legs shaking? You must have been hungry to cum after two weeks." he said in a teasing tone and yet Kali shook hearing the tone in his voice.

"I.......that's not.."

"Oh? It's not?" he said but Kali looks to him but she sensed something was off with him.

"Well, I wanted to...because I guess since I'm your officer, I have to help you feel better don't I?" he said till she saw some features showing. She blinks to look at him but that's when Rex started pulling his wrists apart straining the leather bonds on his wrists.

"H..Hey, what are you doing!?" she said about to stop him till hearing the leather snap off. Rex was free that he quickly grabs Kali to hold her against his body. He looks down at her while holding her in a strong grip.

"Rex?" It's been way too long since she's felt him hold her like this. Showing some dominance over her again after a while. It even got her shaking a little while gripping the sheets near her.

"It's fine...I been ignoring you all this time haven't I? I'm sorry for that Kali..but it's fine.." that's when she saw a few changes done on him that he showed some werewolf features on him?! Wait.....what!?

Her eyes widen a little seeing a tail, talon nails, sharp teeth, and his milky white eyes glowing. She didn't know he could do this only for him to pin her down on the bed as she struggles.

"You always were the dom when you need something..so..let me see if I can return the favor." he said seeing Kali silent under him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Minutes later, the bed was hitting the wall along with heated growls and weak moaning. Rex was naked now slamming his hips towards Kali as he was holding her head back while kissing her. She gasped feeling his cock swell up inside of her, slamming into her spots as Kali claws his arm even if she was shaking.

"Ahhhhh..ahhhhhhh..d..damn it I..mmmmmm!! St..stop hitting my s..spots! That's not oooooo f...f...fair!! I said you nnmmmm!!!" she moans feeling him claim her but she heard him growling wanting more of her heat that he was slamming forward wanting more.

"I'm not haaaa you feel too good....fuck your so good.." he moans still holding her close against her lips. He even stops kissing her to have his tail around her waist while squeezing her breasts.

"Haaa y..you c..c..cheater! You c....chea....ahhhhh!!!....N..not there!! It feels too weird hitting that spot! Don't hit-Nuggghh!!!"

"But your squeezing me haaaa you must love me hitting this spot. This body is shaking and your already so wet...you must like it.." he panted as she was shaking, leaning her head back taking his thrusts.

"MMMMM!!! MMMM!!!"

"Mmmmm besides, your body is telling me you were aching for me even so." He said holding her tight that Kali threw her head back moaning out even more to Rex. It was good that even now he was growling slamming his hips.

"SSSS w...what are you some s..sort of werewolf!?" Kail groans out taking the thrusts but Rex only slams forward holding her still while he was squeezing her breasts and kissing her neck.

"Maybe but I do have some wolf blood in me so....what do you think? True, I been aching for you those two weeks but I still hold my job as a officer. Even now, feeling you after so long..it's too good to stop now. I wanna just breed you till your filled up with cum." he said grinding against her that she whimpers from the feeling.

"So lets just keep going...I wanna feel more but also be sure your punished...didn't you want that?" he teased while he was looking at her. Even if she was shivering again feeling wetter. Damn this officer but...she only looks to quickly push to sit him down then begins holding him still.

"!?"

"Oh no, I'm st..still in charge...but...lets try to...m..make it work-Nugggh!!" Rex slams her hips down hard taking her in fully but he claws her thighs while she cries out twitching.

"F..fuck Rex!!!"

"Your right....lets make it wroth it shall we?.." he teased now making her bounce on his lap while she was panting, slamming her hips down taking him in. He was a wild werewolf but it seems like he was already losing it.

Even when hearing her moans of pleasure, he sits up to pin her down on her knees pounding away. One arm wrapped around her chest while she moans out drooling.

"Ahhhhhh!!! ahhhhhh!! R..rex!! R..Rex h..harder!! Oohhhhh h..harder!!!" she begs slamming her hips back but he was panting gripping the bed while digging his talon nails into them. He even kisses her shoulder hearing the wet clapping noises between them while he was growling.

"Ahhhh...ahhhhh....ahhhhh...." 'He's going to eat me..he's planning on eating me. Thrusting this monster of a cock in..inside...I might end up breaking!!' she thought still drooling on the pillow while feeling him still taking her as his. "Haaa..hhaaaa...haaaaaa....annagghhaaa!!!"

"Kali.....you feel too good..come on, slam your hips back against mine..." he said but she whines trying to do that for him to sit up on his knees hearing her gasp. She felt his hand holding her chin to pull her head back to see her glowing eyes as she was moaning and drooling. His other arm wrapped under her breasts to hold her close while she was slamming her hips down taking him.

"Mmmmm mmmmmm MMMMMM!!!!"

"Haaaa..that's it..Ooooooohhh good girl......take it..take it all..." He panted thrusting deeper that she cries out feeling her own slit dripping on the sheets under her.

Taking every bit of his cock deep inside while he was looking down at her while slamming his cock harder. It felt way too good that Kali was moaning and whimpering wanting it all.

"Oohhuhhhh...hhhhhaaa...naaaaahhaannn!!"

'Ahhhh ahhhh i..it's not fair I was gonna mmmmm gonna t..tease him a little b..bit more...b..but my body..b..burns. It's burning for him to just take me. Aching f..for two weeks...mmmmmm....I know i should fight it but....' she arches her back screaming out before she hears him grunting quickening his hips. "!?!"

"Fuck....I...I'm close...I'm gonna..." he claws her waist but Kali moans throwing her head back.

"Y..Yes, cum!! Please cum inside of me!!! Give me your cum, Rex! Give it to me!!" she begs that Rex growls only to snap his hips forward that he was twitching.

"Damn it I..I'm......" After a few thrusts, Rex snaps his hips forward suddenly cumming as Kali cries out twitching. The hot flood of his cum fills her up as she quivers moaning when cumming herself.

"Haaaaa.....haaaa..."

'F..fuck he c..came...he came. It's really hot though. I..Is that normal for a w..werewolf? N..No, he's a demon werewolf....even so..I...feel....hotter all of a sudden....my body is just taking it all..' she thought but Rex grinds against her as Kali was twitching moaning as he panted only to hold her tight. That's when she grips his hips trying to grind against him hearing a hiss.

"G...give...more..f..fill m..me again..I want my t..two weeks g..given back to me. I'll let you fuck me however you want just give me my two weeks!" she begs but Rex only panted to hold her cheek kissing her neck.

"If your going to behave then fine..I'll let you have your two weeks.....besides, this dog is not done with you yet." he growls only to lay her on her knees again slamming his hips forward. Kali moans out feeling him pound into her again as she drools looking up.

"F..Fuckkkk y..yessss!!! Yes please!!! I want it!! I want it!!" she begs but Rex made sure she takes every bit of him while she was dazed twitching under him.

"Don't worry Kali..you'll have it..I'll be sure to that." he said taking her as his. And he did. Switching positions and making her take every bit, Kali was able to dom him a few times that she was moaning out holding his hands while she bounces. She wanted more of his missed pleasure that she cries out his name in her cell wanting him to know she wanted it. She needed it. Even cries out again while cumming on his cock.

Another officer has fallen. Who is up next?

[redshiftsinger]

You're not. That's how I tend to work too, at least for shorts. I get the idea, I write it out, I sit on it overnight and then give it a second pass the next day to make sure I still like it, then I send it off to a beta or just publish it if I'm reasonably confident I haven't left out some important bit of information that exists in my head but will confuse everyone who isn't me.

Not that I write a LOT, but look, I started out writing poetry. I never did "drafts" that weren't pretty close to the finished thing, the biggest editing I've ever done to a poem was when I did one that was a set of self-contained but related/interconnected stanzas and the final editing work was deciding what order to put them in. I don't even know how someone would write a super rough 'first draft' of a poem, unless it's just missing lines in the middle that you'll work out later because you had to skip ahead to get something else down before you forget it.

For long stories I wouldn't say I really "draft" so much as, start with a mashup of a rough and mostly-finished scenes. I just keep adding detail as I work on it. It begins life as a rough outline plus maybe one or two scenes that are written out in detail, then more and more scenes get written as I work on it, and the outline gets fleshed out more as I figure out where the story is really going. It's not a proper "first draft" until the whole outline is converted to either written-out scenes or transitional-cut bits that give relevant plot/character info without dragging on in exposition, basically the final form of the story. And at that point it's really just gonna need going-over to make sure the scene transitions work well, the grammar is consistent and I haven't done too much tense-hopping, and any remaining typos have been wrangled. By the time I have a "first draft", I'm mostly satisfied that I've gotten the story into a readable form! Sometimes it will need some cuts to really become its best possible self, but usually I've already wrangled at least the majority of overwritten fluff down to a good concise form, because overwritten fluff gets in the way of scenes connecting together, and when the next scene in a sequence isn't working, it's usually because I need to go back and rework the last one to aim better at where I want it to go.

I tried doing the nanowrimo-style "word vomit as much as possible and then you'll have a story and you can fix it in editing" method and I ended up having written exactly one "typical" first-draft of a novel. It's exactly what people expect a first draft to be: overwritten, messy, plotlines and worldbuilding get confusing because it ended up going in surprising directions midway through and I never went back to adjust the stuff earlier to make it fit. And I'll probably never finish it because fixing all the problems would, effectively, require a complete rewrite from scratch. So I don't do that anymore, because that method does not work to get me to a point of having a story I feel good about letting anyone else read.

Making my own post because I hate to be a grump on someone else's, but the idea that the first draft is never good and that all the work of writing is editing down all the fluff and crap that you wrote makes me so annoyed.

That's true for some people! And I'm not going to pretend like I never have to cut stuff I've written. But I'm a classic under-writer. Editing for me means mostly "going back and writing out scenes that I referred to happening but didn't depict because the story will be stronger if you see it" (thanks, @invizigothx). I'm not doing a bad job just because I work over my sentences as I write and cut/rework very little afterward, and I can't possibly be the only person who writes this way.

[rafesbbyy]

Omg, this is like the best fic ever. I'm struggling to understand why I've never read this before and where was this hidden before?? I'm so in love with the way you write, it's captivating, haunting, and so so beautiful. The writing is just ughhhh amazing, I don't even have words to describe it.

As for the events in the fic, I literally think I almost died when reading. I haven't watched dune at all, but the way you write Feyd has got me creaming my pants and screaming with my fist in my mouth. Feyd is so well constructed, I'm not gonna shut up about it ever. He's dangerous, toxic and haunting yet you've also managed to convey his uhm charms. Some parts in this chapter got me squealing- like when they cuddle, the entire scene with Feyd touching her wound and the Harpie's dialogues about Feyd's feeling towards reader/oc. Just done wonderfully. But then scenes like Feyd and reader being jealous and many more had me gripping the sheets lol.

Plus the reader is so well written. It's so rare to see a reader that's both fearless, intelligent and more yet also conflicted inside. I absolutely love the dynamic between her and Feyd. This fic is literally my oxygen now. You write so so well that I felt like I was watching a film. Absolutely amazing.

And, the ending!! Omg! By the time I finished the fic, you best believe me I was out of breath with my hand over my mouth. Reader finally managed to kill Baron with the Harpies and honestly I love this development between the Harpies and reader. I'm so excited to see whether they'll conspire more together or perhaps a more negative change will happen, u never know 😯. Also I love the way the princess's sinister character was hinted when reader and Harpie's were talking, so brilliantly done. Also, so worried for reader, who knows what will happen to her now. But even worse, I'm going CRAZY thinking about Feyd and whether he'll be suspicious of her disappearance or think she left on her own or something. Istg, if this man doesn't come to her rescue, I'm rioting. And, if he comes to her rescue, not even God can save the people who kidnapped her lol. Can't wait for him to get all bloody again and kill some people and save reader 😍

For now this is it for the review. I'm so sorry if this is like extra long 😭Pretty sure the tenses and the grammar is all over the place in this review, but girl was I so excited to read this fic and just in love with it. I cannot wait to see how things workout and progress in the story, ughh I'm def in love lol. This review is literally me yapping and fangirling, so pls excuse the lack of coherence and stuff.

Right Hand IV

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: This is the first time you plan to do something completely behind Feyd's back. You must tread carefully with him to ensure that your plan is not exposed until it is fully implemented. However, you begin to have doubts about the role you want to play in Na-Baron Harkonnen's life… and you don't like it at all. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; fight; brutality; smut; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

You return from the harpies as the sun begins to rise over Arrakis. It took you a little longer than you thought to come to terms with them, but to your surprise, they turned out to be very cooperative.

The first stage of your plan has begun. The easiest one. Now you have to deal with the next part of it.

You reach your bedroom and close the door quietly. You lean against it and sigh, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Thoughts race through your head as you reconsider your plan.

Killing the baron and making it look like a Fremen kidnapping and execution would be child's play. It will be much worse to convince the emperor to protect his bloodline in the face of sudden tragic events. And what's a better solution to that than marrying his daughter to the new, young Baron of Giedi Prime?

Feyd would be, by this marriage, a sure successor to the emperor. He would also probably leave you alone and take care of his new wife. If you were lucky, he would make you governor of Arrakis.

A sharp knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You almost fall over, being able to take only a few steps forward before the door almost flies off its hinges under the force of whoever opens it.

You take a deep breath, ready to scream at anyone who dared to invade your private space like that, but you freeze when you see Feyd-Rautha at your doorstep. Very pissed off, Feyd-Rautha. 

"Where the hell were you?" He asks in a cool, controlled tone of voice. It is surprising considering he has the blood of probably hundreds of people on himself.

"Well, I guess I should be the one asking you about it. It's not every day that you're dripping with so much blood. What happened? Instead of entering the disinfection chamber, you fell into the prison drainage system?" You scoff at him and turn your back to him, taking off your black robe.

You gasp as he reaches your side in a few quick steps and turns you to face him, his hand tightening around your throat as he is looking at your eyes. Surprisingly, his hand doesn't cut off your air; he just keeps it wrapped around your throat, pressing his fingers against your pulse point. You wonder if this is a warning for you or if he's checking to see if you are real.

"Where. Have. You. Been?" He speaks hoarsely, not raising his voice at you but demanding an answer to his question, completely ignoring your mockery of him.

"With your harpies. Someone had to feed them. Ask them if you don't believe me." You answer confidently. If he's surprised or thinks you're lying, he doesn't show it. His eyes move from your face to your torso, more specifically to the place where you were bleeding profusely a few hours ago.

You shiver as he slides his hand down your throat, through the valley between your breasts, and down your stomach. He gently lifts the fabric of your nightgown and reveals the bandage on your side. He stares at it for a while in complete silence.

Suddenly, he takes a step towards you, pressing his body against yours. You feel the blood from his armour slowly seep into the fabric of your nightgown, but that's not what makes you suddenly hold your breath.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, Na-Baron, an heir to Giedi Prime and Arrakis, a psychopath, probably a future emperor, a man hungry for pain, suffering, and blood, rests his forehead against yours and holds you tightly to him, cuddling you. You are afraid to take even the smallest breath. You just stare stupidly at the man in front of you. His eyes close as he inhales your scent and basks in your warmth.

"What happened with you? You weren't with me when I woke up.” You whisper, keeping your gaze on him, examining every last inch of his face as you try to read the reason for his strange, soft behaviour.

"Did you want me to be there?" He asks in a whisper, still not opening his eyes. His closeness overwhelms you. His tender treatment makes you feel more vulnerable than when he held a dagger against your neck.

But what terrifies you more than that is that you really wanted to see him waiting by your bed for you to wake up—just like in those hopeless romances hidden in Giedi Prime's library. But you knew too well that your life would never be like one of these love stories. More like textbooks about the history of their family—a very bloody story full of intrigue.

"I didn't care one bit. What worries me is that you clearly had fun without me. Whose blood are you staining my clothes with?" He sighs at your question. He reluctantly pulls away from you and looks at you carefully. He places his hand on your bare shoulder and plays with your hair, twisting it around his finger.

"Fremen's. As soon as the medic assured me that you were in stable condition, I joined the units that started chasing them. We caught three sandworms and people on them." He reports to you dispassionately, with no emotion in his eyes. For a moment, you think he might be exhausted from the events of the day, but ever since you became his right hand, you never remember him showing any signs of tiredness.

"I see." You say, swallowing. Lately, his proximity has been giving you a strange feeling. It's been like this ever since he ordered you to kneel in front of him. You feel a faint blush rising to your cheeks as you remember that day. He hasn't touched you since then. Something you weren't extremely happy about.

"The Reverend Mother asked about you. The one from the Corrino." He says this and moves away from you. He slowly starts to remove his bloody armor. You look away from him as he removes his breastplate, revealing his muscular, pale chest.

His partial nudity almost makes you ignore what he said. And it annoys you that suddenly staring at his fit, well-built body seems more interesting to you than listening to the important message he's telling you. After all, that was what you were afraid of—that the Bene Gesserit would start looking at you more closely.

"What exactly did she want?" You ask, directing your gaze to your black nightrobe. As you suspected, the blood from his clothes soaked yours. You wrinkle your nose, realising you'll have to change.

"Take you away from me. I clearly explained to her that this was not an option and never would be. You're mine. They gave you to me themselves." You hold your breath as he's a few inches away from you again. Only a black loincloth around his hips covered his... intimate parts. He reaches for your cheek, tracing your cheekbones with his thumb. He pulls you towards him, pressing his body against yours again.

"Technically you took me yourself. And I never gave in to you." You remind him, watching him closely as he wraps his other arm around your waist, making sure you don't run away from him. Your heart beats faster as his fingers slip under your nightgown and trace the edges of the bandage wrapped around your waist.

"Irrelevant details." He growls, tangling his hand in your hair. He pulls you closer to him, making you rest your chin on his shoulder as he buries his face in your hair. "What happened? After you used the voice. Why were you bleeding..."

"That's irrelevant. It worked. Atreides got scared, and we bought ourselves more time before his next attempt... to make a move against us." You interrupt him before he asks a question.

The story of this particular wound and your... incredible skills was something you promised not to reveal to anyone. It was the darkest memory of your past, one that haunted you more than your memories of Arrakis. It was selfish of you to forget about the poor people you had to kill to survive, but you had worked with Harkonnens for too long to be even ashamed of it. Everyone had to look after themselves. Only monsters equal to them survived among them. Apparently, you were one of them.

He interrupts your thoughts, moving away from you. His eyes burn with a vivid, burning anger that sends shivers down your spine. You lift your chin, enduring the stern look that he wanted to intimidate you with. He scowls even more when he sees that you don't take much notice of his silent admonishment.

"You almost died."

"You're exaggerating this. I thought you of all people won't be afraid of the sight of a little blood." You respond dismissively, which only makes his mood worse. In a few steps, he walks over to you and pins you against the wall behind you. His chest rubs against yours with each deep breath. But you are calm. Unlike you, he doesn't have daggers attached to his body... unless he has them under his loincloth...

"I simply don't enjoy holding your almost lifeless body in my arms. I much prefer it when your heart beats strongly against your chest... like now." He whispers hoarsely, his nose brushing against your cheekbone. His lips are dangerously close to yours; if he leaned a little closer to you, he could brush the corner of your lips with his. You sigh shakily, closing your eyes as you are trying your best to deny this strange, sick desire for him that suddenly rose in you.

"Maybe you shouldn't hold me at all?"

Your question was met with silence and no response from him. And just when you think he's actually going to pull away from you, he grabs your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat to himself. You sigh as his full lips descend on your neck. He sucks on your skin, licking it before his black teeth sink into you. You gasp, reflexively placing your hand on the back of his head. You know you can't pull him away; all you can do is place your hand on the back of his neck and dig your nails into his skin as he leaves his marks on your soft neck.

You gasp when he suddenly grabs your hips and lifts you up. His hardness rubs against your clothed core as he grinds his hips into yours. You bite your lip, holding back a small moan as you feel him so close. He breathes shakily against your neck, staying there for a moment. Never in your life have you seen Feyd-Rautha Harkonne refrain from taking what he wants. That's why you're shocked when he suddenly lets go of you and walks away, turning his back on you.

"It was a very long day and I believe there is an even longer one ahead of us. So shut up, lie nicely on the bed and wait for me. I'll come over in a moment and you better fucking be there because this time I'm gonna tear down this planet looking for you, are we clear?" He asks, turning around to look at you. You nod, swallowing thickly, with your cheeks still a little blushed and your heart beating madly fast. "Good girl." He mutters and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a loud bang.

You stare at the closed door for a good while. Only when the sound of water reaches your ears do you manage to snap out of this strange state.

You place a hand on your neck, tracing with your fingertips the spot his greedy lips marked. You shudder as you hear his soft grunts from the bathroom, knowing full well what... impressive problem he's dealing with there. You blush and run to change before he comes out of the bathroom.

Your head lay on the pillow just as the bathroom door opened. You try not to stare at him as he towels off. He throws the towel on the chair next to the desk and turns off the lights in the room. You sigh shakily, listening to his quiet footsteps around the room. He locks the door with a loud click. A cold chill runs through you, and your heart beats faster as you hear him approaching the bed.

You stiffen as you feel him sit down on the bed next to you. You hear him hide something under the pillow, probably one of his daggers, before laying down next to you.

His arm slips under the covers and wraps around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he takes on the role of a big spoon. You're pressed against his naked body; only a piece of the duvet and the fabric of your nightgown separate you two. You feel your heart speed up rapidly as you feel his toned chest muscles against your back.

"Is something wrong, little witch?" He asks mockingly, as if he didn't realise how uncomfortable you felt when he fell asleep and cuddled up to you while being fully naked. Only this time you felt a completely different kind of discomfort...

"You'll be cold, Na-Baron." You say, trying to convince him to get dressed. However, Na-Baron has completely different plans. If possible, he moves even closer to you, his length brushing against your ass as he leans close to your ear.

"You can always warm me up." You snort at his suggestion and say nothing more. His lips brush against your earlobe as he presses a feathery kiss there.

His grip on you tightens, and he rests his head just behind yours, nuzzling his nose into your hair as he inhales your scent. You feel like his private stuffed animal, favourite blanket, or other cuddly toy. But you know he didn't have the privilege of having such a thing—a normal childhood with toys and so on. Just like you.

So you delude yourself that this is the reason why you put your hand on his—the one with which he hugs you—and lean more on his chest. You were doing it only in search of the rare feeling of comfort that you are both unaccustomed to and that you both silently long for, however, your rational explanation doesn't include the reason why you feel the warmth rising in your chest when you hear his soft snores before you fall asleep.

It will be better this way. — You try to convince yourself as you watch Princess Irulan and Feyd dancing on the dance floor from the corner of the room. — You never wanted him. Sure, there were... some nice moments between you two, but that's all. It wasn't even a crush. Just a few irrelevant conversations and heated meetings—nothing that you haven't experienced before with someone else.

So why the hell did you want to pierce the heart of the emperor's daughter with your dagger?

A few days have passed since Atreides attacked. Harkonnen troops cleared the area and ensured that further celebrations of Na-Barone's birthday would proceed without further incident. Meanwhile, you watched as Irulan approached Feyd as well as how the Emperor and the Baron communicated about the possible marriage of these two. And although you were happy with this turn of events, it really bothered you to look at the blonde, who was obviously flirting with your Na-Baron.

You shouldn't care. Not at all. You should be happy that the burden imposed by the Bene Gesserit has been lifted from you and passed to someone else—that another woman has been assigned to carry their fucking powerful child. But you couldn't help the burning feeling of jealousy, anger, and regret when his eyes were on the emperor's daughter and not on you.

You shake your head at your stupidity and take the glass from a passing servant. You take a huge gulp and cough, unaccustomed to the burning sensation of the strong alcohol running down your throat. But you take another sip anyway. Fuck the patriarchy and the Bene Gesserit. You're not going to give birth to any Kwisatz Haderach, so you might as well ruin your liver with alcohol.

"I see you still don't absorb alcohol well, my sweet death. It's surprising, considering how many years you've been living among the Harkonnens." You freeze when you hear a familiar voice behind you. You put your glass down and turn around in shock.

"Fevas?" You ask, shocked to see a familiar man with dark hair standing in front of you. A smile forms on your face when you see his signature mischievous smirk and the twinkle of amusement in his night-dark eyes.

"The one and only. What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He says it, laughing, and walks over to you. He takes you into his arms without asking, trapping you in a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him and let yourself breathe in his familiar scent for a moment.

"Aren't you one? You didn't come to haunt me for all the times I kicked your ass in front of your friends during training?" You ask with a cheeky smirk, moving away from him. He rolls his eyes at you dramatically and gives you a nudge in the side.

"No, but if I die first, know that it's the first thing I'll do as a ghost." You laugh, shaking your head. Looking at his wide smile, you realise that you haven't felt so carefree around someone in a long time. With the Harkonnens, you always had to keep your guard up, but with Fevas... it was natural to lower your barrier a bit.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm responsible for protecting the emperor and his daughter. Since our fateful trip to Arrakis with you, Harkonnens, and the Atreides, things have been quite... boring. It's the only exciting trip I've been on since then. And a few days ago... you were amazing. I even saw the baron staring at you in pure horror. You don't know how long I will remember this picture. My people almost shit themselves with fear when you controlled us all."

"You too?" You ask with a mischievous, teasing smile, completely ignoring your surroundings.

"I admired… but I was worried about you. I went to the hospital wing, but those bald idiots wouldn't let me in. Na-Baron's order or some other shit."

"Yeah… he can be quite a pain in the ass." You nod, shifting your gaze to Feyd. He danced with Irulan. You try to ignore the pang in your heart, and without thinking much, you reach for two glasses, handing one to Fevas. The two of you make a quick toast, and you're relieved to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol masking the unexpected bitterness you feel.

"Well, since he's busy... will you allow me the immense honour of having my toes trampled by you?" You look briefly at the harpies, considering his proposition. It wouldn't hurt anyone if you will have a one dance with your old friend, right?

One of the harpies nods at you while the other two stare daggers at Irulan. And in that very moment, you decide that you will not allow yourself to become another of Na-Baron's harpies. You'd rather die than become the other jealous woman.

"I am better dancer than I used to be. You can get very surprised." You respond flirtatiously, offering him your hand. You giggle, rolling your eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on it.

"Really? Impossible. The last time you danced with me, I had to go to a medic to heal my poor, trampled toes."

"And yet you still want to dance with me..." You reply teasingly as he leads you to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too close to him for comfort. But neither of you care.

You think it's nice to feel seen and desired. It was certainly better to have a charming man like Fevas than to prop up the walls at a party. Sometimes being in the shadows bothered you. And even though Fevas was... too lively for you, right now you wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a moment. You knew he was perfect for this.

You didn't realise that the blue eyes of a certain Harkonnen were piercing your companion with a hateful look, which especially intensified when Fevas wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

"Guilty. But I haven't seen you in so long that it doesn't seem like such a crime, does it? We did... much braver things in the darkness of our tents, remember, my sweet death?"

"In a blur... maybe I need a reminder?" You reply in an equally suggestive tone, licking your lips. Fevas's eyes drop to your lips. He chuckles throatily, pulling you even closer to him.

"Oh, you look like you really need one. Maybe even more..."

"Exchange." A familiar, hoarse voice reaches you. Before you know it, arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from Fevas. You gasp as Feyd pushes you onto his chest, holding you tightly against him. But he's not looking at you. His gaze is fixed on the man you were dancing with a few seconds ago.

"Who is it?" He asks coldly, assessing Fevas with his eyes. You see him staring at him dispassionately, but you know from the way he tightens his grip on you that Feyd isn't even close to being calm.

"I... It does not matter…" You stop as soon as his eyes meet yours. You swallow, seeing the pure, unbridled rage.

You hiss as his grip on your waist becomes painfully tight. Feyd frowns and loosens his grip on you a little, remembering how a few days ago you were bleeding out onto the floor in this same room. And in his arms. He ordered his servants to destroy the armour he was wearing at the time. And your dress. It's a pity he couldn't erase the memory from his mind in the same way.

"I think you've forgotten who I am to you, little witch. Say it."

"I… you are the Na-Baron." He hums dissatisfyingly, shaking his head at your response.

"Try again."

"Future Baron of Giedi Prime." Your answer was again unsatisfactory to him. You shiver as you feel him press the dagger against your chest, the tip of the blade playing with the strings holding the corseted bodice of your dress together. If he used a little bit of the dress, it would expose your breasts to his view.

"Don't play stupid, or I will punish you in front of everyone. And I wish that dirty, walking pile of muscles that had his hands on you didn't see me slapping your beautiful, little ass red. In fact, I'd rather be the only one enjoying this view, so be my good girl and tell me whose remains I'll throw to my harpies tonight?"

You hold your breath at his words. Feyd couldn't visit his harpies tonight. Not when they were supposed to be busy... getting rid of the baron's corpse. You think quickly, trying to find the best way out of the situation without condemning Fevas to a certain death. Feyd's intense, urgent gaze makes you blurt out words in an act of pure panic and thoughtlessness that you have probably never said to him before.

"No."

Your words are followed by silence from him. The chatter of the guests around you and the music make his reaction a little less terrifying, but you know him too well to think he'll take your refusal to follow his orders in stride.

"What?" He asks hoarsely, staring at you in shock.

"Nobody. He... he is nobody Leave him alone. He didn't do anything." You try to quickly correct your mistake, but one look into his eyes, and you know how screwed up you are. You gasp as he pulls you to a more secluded spot, shielding the two of you from any potential onlookers.

"Since when are you the one to judge what other people deserve and what they don't? Since when do you decide for me? Since when do you oppose me? Is this your lover? Did he have you? Tell me kindly, or I'll throw you on this floor and fuck you in front of everyone until you tell me." You're trembling, not because you're afraid he'll follow through on his words, but because you WANT him to claim you in front of everyone. In front of Irulan...

"What will your princess think of you?" You ask defiantly, raising your eyebrows. His nostrils flare as he sighs. He closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your waist and his dagger. You wait patiently for his reaction, ready for anything, even for him to stab you, piercing your stupid, rapidly beating heart.

"I don't fucking care. You're mine. Should I mark you? Carve my name on your chest? Maybe it would be better if I put my heir inside you? Then no one would have any doubts about who you belong to."

"Feyd..." His name leaves your mouth faster than you think. His heart beats faster when he hears you using his name instead of his title. The madness in his eyes slowly gives way to something else. A feeling you don't recognise. "Please. Leave him."

"Who is it?"

"Old friend. Nobody important." You assure him, desperately trying to convince him that it really wasn't someone he had to worry about.

"You slept with him?" The question catches you off guard. You blush slightly, knowing full well that you can't lie to him right now. You curse alcohol for reducing your ability to come up with lies and fake stories on command.

"I... It does not matter."

He growls, staring at you intensely, as he don't want to let go of the topic. You know that the moment you give him his name, your friend will die a tragic death. It bothers you, but you're much more worried about Feyd foiling your plan by going to his harpies tonight. You thought Irulan would distract him... enough for you to finish your job. As you can see, you had to take care of Na-Baron completely by yourself tonight.

So the moment Feyd turns to find the man you were dancing with in the crowd, you grab his hand and pull him back to you. Before he says a word, you lean forward to whisper suggestively in his ear:

"He can't compare to you." You brush your nose against his cheekbone. You smile teasingly as you hear him catch his breath at your sudden, unexpected closeness.

"No?" He asks, turning his head towards you. Your noses brush against each other, and his mouth is mere inches away from yours. You lick your lips unconsciously, completely by accident. However, this does not go unnoticed by him. His pupils dilate slightly, and his breathing quickens as he waits for your response.

"No." You whisper without looking into his eyes, too scared of what you might find there. He doesn't like that you're avoiding his gaze, so he wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leans over you.

"Were you planning to run away with him? Fuck in one of those hallways?" He growls furiously, trying to intimidate you and overwhelm you with his closeness.

You swallow, carefully looking at him. Your hand wanders over his armour, moving to his neck and gently wrapping around it. You pull him closer to you, so you both can feel the others breath on your lips. You stroke the skin of his neck with the pad of your thumb, still holding it in your grip.

"I just... wanted your attention." You whisper, looking into his eyes. You feel the muscles in his throat tighten as he swallows, his pupils dilating to the point that you can see only them as he stares at you, completely surprised by your behaviour towards him.

To say Feyd is shocked is an understatement. He's dazed and confused to the point that all he can do is stand in front of you and let you do whatever you want with him. He should be used to you constantly surprising him, but even in his wildest fantasies, he didn't expect that you would be so eager to press your body against his to tease him in the same way he teased you. Feyd is not stupid. He knows your actions have a purpose—an ulterior motive that he honestly didn't care about as long as you had your hands and mouth on him.

"So what will you do now? Once you have it?" He asks, licking his lips as you look up at him through your eyelashes. His heart skips a beat when he sees your gaze linger on his plump lips for a moment. You both take deeper, shorter breaths, slowly closing the distance left between you.

"Come with me and see for yourself, Na-Baron." You whisper against his lips. Feyd growls at how cruelly you are teasing him. He had never wanted to pin someone against a wall and kiss them hard and deep as much as he wanted to do it with you now.

"You didn't answer the question. Who am I for you?" He asks, moving his hand from your neck to the hair at the nape of your neck. He pulls your head back and starts placing kisses on your jaw.

You tighten your grip around his neck and press him against the wall. Feyd blinks at you in surprise, but before he can say anything, you place a finger on his full lips and shush him. He trembles as you trace the bone of his jaw with your tongue, biting into it.

"My lord. My Na-Baron... my master." You whisper against his pale skin, effectively stripping Feyd of any little inhibitions or patience he had left for you.

You moan as his lips crash against yours. Your nails dig into his neck as he grabs the sides of your chest and pulls you onto the balcony. The metal door closes behind you with a loud bang. You gasp as you feel the cool, rough metal against the bare skin of your exposed back. This feeling quickly disappears under the sensations you feel thanks to the lips and tongue of your Na-Baron, who took advantage of your moment of surprise and sneaked into your mouth, exploring it eagerly.

You wrap your tongue around his, fighting him for dominance, moaning as he presses his body against yours. His hands deftly untie the strings of your dress at the back, loosening your corset. He pulls the fabric aside, moving his lips from yours to your neck, collarbones, and breasts. You groan, leaning your head against the door and digging your nails into the back of his head.

"Your princess is probably waiting for you." You mumble, closing your eyes as his tongue curls around your nipple. He sucks on it, biting it every now and then, making you squeal loudly as he cups his hand around your other breast and massages it, teasing your other nipple at the same time.

You're completely fucked under his touch—well, not so much that you don't remember how much fun the bastard was having with the princess just a few moments ago. You scream as he suddenly slaps your breast in a punishment.

"I only have one princess I want to please. And it's definitely not Lady Corrino." He says this before pressing his lips against yours. You moan as his hands tangle in your hair, and he tilts your head to give him better access to your mouth. You kiss him back with an equally burning passion, feeling the fire of desire ignite inside you with each of his touches.

"Lady? Since when have you been a gentleman?" You ask mockingly as he moves his mouth to your neck, nipping at it and littering it with hickeys.

“Would you prefer it if I called her a whore? Maybe I should really claim you right in front of her... Would that calm down your beautiful, burning jealousy, my little witch?” You growl at him, moving your hand to his hardening length and squeezing him painfully. He groans against your neck and bites into you in retaliation, making you let out a hollow scream.

"I'm not jealous. I can always go to Fevas for pleasure if you're too fascinated by the princess to notice anything else." You huff, not wanting to give him any satisfaction by letting him know that his closeness to Irulan bothers you. But why do you feel envy while watching them two together? That was your plan. He was supposed to finally leave you alone. So why is it that when the opportunity presents itself for him to become interested in someone else, you desperately cling to him and pull him towards you?

"Hm... so this is your mysterious man? Fevas..." You tense up when you hear him repeat your friend's name. You cup his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't kill him." You ask him, knowing full well that he will refuse. But despite everything, you cling to this stupid hope, not knowing why you care so much about keeping Fevas alive.

"Why?"

"Because I ask you. Please." For the first time, you look at him desperately, knowing full well that all you can do is beg him to change his mind. Because if Feyd Rautha Harkonnen decides that someone is going to die, then even the Grim Reaper won't be able to save the poor man from him.

"Do you love him?" You know the answer to his question perfectly. However, it scares you too much to say out loud what you think and to admit to him and to yourself what you have been running away from for so many years. Apparently ineffective, since your first response was supposed to be:

No. I love you. And it's ruining my life.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, you weren't stupid or brave enough to say it to his face.

"I am a Bene Gesserit. I don't love anyone." You answer coldly and without emotion. He stares at you for a moment before pushing you away from him. He no longer looks you in the eyes, though his eyes are still glued to your half-naked form. He stays in silent reverie for a moment, then breaks it with a bitter, hoarse laugh, shaking his head.

"And I am a Harkonnen. We don't obey anyone." He growls impassively and pushes you away to get to the door. He returns to the party, closing the metal door behind him with a loud bang.

You shiver as you are left completely alone on the balcony. You try to swallow your humiliation and hurt pride and tie your dress to gain back some of your dignity. Once you've improved your appearance enough to show yourself to other people, you decide to leave to join Feyd's harpies in the dungeons. Along the way, you try to ignore how Feyd flirts recklessly with Princess Irulan.

It will be better this way.

You repeat it to yourself like a new mantra or slogan. Or at least that's how you try to drown out the cries of your wounded heart, which desperately begs your mind for a little mercy.

But if you learned anything from Feyd Rautha, it was that mercy was an overrated thing.

And if you've learned anything today... it was that you have truly become Feyd Rautha's fourth harpy.

If it wasn't a sign of weakness, you would have covered your nose to avoid inhaling the disgusting smell that lingered in the dungeons. You might have expected that the harpies would show no mercy to the baron. You weren't here to save him yourself. Just the opposite...

"The little witch looks angry…"

"The little witch was right, we are having a lot of fun."

"Does the little witch want to join?"

You give them a sadistic, proud smirk when you see the baron's condition. You shake your head and address them as sweetly as you can.

"Maybe in a moment. I don't want to take away all the fun from you. Can you leave us alone for a short while?" The women nod at you and slowly leave the room, keeping a close eye on the barely surviving baron. You wrinkle your nose as the door closes behind them. You take a few steps towards Harkonnen and stop right in front of the large pool of blood that has formed from all the wounds inflicted on him.

"So it's you… I thought my nephew was responsible for this. Ironic… get rid of me with one of my gifts to him."

"I think we both can agree that Feyd would be more than capable of it. After everything you did to him… I'm surprised he didn't try this ages ago." You reply indifferently, taking great satisfaction in seeing him like this—on the verge of death.

"You don't know our ways, witch. You may have studied and lived with us for years, observing from the shadows, but you know nothing about the Harkonnens." You tense up, offended, and angry at his words, but you do your best not to let it show. You came here to enjoy the death of the most disgusting man you have ever met. You won't let him spoil this solemn moment.

"Possible. But I know enough to convince the court and the great houses, and even the emperor himself, that the Fremen are behind your sudden, unfortunate death. Besides... I doubt anyone would cry over you."

"The same goes for you, witch. My nephew did well to make you his right hand. I'm sure he'll get rid of you as quickly and suddenly as he took you in. Harkonnens don't take wives. We have no equals. Whatever you think, you are living in pathetic delusion. You'll end up just like me. Or the boy will hand you over to these old women when he gets bored of you." A cold shiver runs down your spine at his words.

You had considered such a scenario several times, but the Baron and your interaction with Feyd today made you realise that you had to consider this turn of events to be... the most likely to happen. You guess you have to prepare for suddenly leaving Giedi Prime... and Feyd's side. Your heart clenches painfully just thinking about it.

"That's very possible. But at least I survived you." You answer and take out the dagger that you managed to steal from Fevas. You take aim and, with a small smirk, throw it, hitting the baron's throat. You were too disgusted to lay even a finger on him, in order to hurt him. You turn away and leave the room without giving him a second glance, knowing full well that Feyd's harpies will take the revange for anything he did to his nephew better than you. "Ladies! You can finish now." You announce this to the harpies as you leave the cell.

They scream excitedly and almost rush back towards the baron. You walk forward, but a sudden pull on your hands stops you. You raise a questioning eyebrow at the oldest concubine.

"The little witch shouldn't listen to this old man. The master likes the little witch very much. He threatened to kill us if we did anything to her." You frown at her sudden confession, but you don't question why she's doing it. You decide to brush it off.

"I think we both know that he... likes to break his favourite toys only by himself."

"But not a little witch. When the little witch was bleeding, the master became furious. The master almost killed his uncle when he ordered him to kill the little witch. The master watched over the little witch until the doctors said that the little witch would survive. And he told us to guard her door while he went away to kill the people who hurt her."

"I… I really appreciate you telling me this. Join your sisters. I'm sure you don't want to miss the feast."

"Little witch." She calls after you. You turn to look at her. "We can share the master with the little witch, but not with the princess." A smile creeps onto your face. Hearing that from her is the best compliment she can give.

"I'm afraid neither of us has any say in the matter."

"The little witch is smart. The little witch is too smart to think like that. The little witch has to know that the master is crazy about her from the begining." You blush at her words, your stupid heart speeds up, and your too vivid imagination presents you with various scenarios of what could have happened if Feyd... had claimed you at the very beginning. But you couldn't turn back time. You didn't want to.

"Desire makes us weak."

"Maybe. But it is also very pleasant." You smile and nod. She responds in kind and disappears behind the cell door. After the baron's scream, which is muffled by the door, you come to the conclusion that he is clearly saying goodbye to this world. Just as he should. Alone. At the hands of women whom he mentally destroyed to make them good pets, whose task was to arouse his nephew's cruelty and bloodlust.

While walking through the corridors, you come across one of the servants. He tells you that the Na-Baron requests your presence in his chambers. You frown, convinced that the last thing Feys wants to do today is to have you close to him, but you head towards the familiar rooms.

After a very short walk, you reach his chambers and open the door. You stand frozen in his doorway at the sight that greets you.

Fevas is chained. His hands are chained to the ceiling as he is hanging above the floor. His chest is cut multiple times, and his blood drips onto the white fabric placed beneath him. You tense up as Feyd's hands are on your shoulders, holding you firmly in place as you stare at the unconscious, bloody man who is either dead or within a whisker of death.

"What the hell is this?" You growl angrily, trying to turn to look at him. Feyd, however, holds your waist tightly and grips your jaw, making sure you keep your eyes on Fevas.

"I thought you'd appreciate seeing your secret lover after I brutally separated you. Where have you been? Looking for him? Maybe you were supposed to run away together, but he didn't come?"

"I leave you alone for a few minutes, and you start creating absurd stories and tormenting a poor, innocent man?" You mock him. His grip on your waist tightens as he gets more furious with every passing second.

"A man who had the privilege of enjoying what was not his." He corrects you, growling hoarsely into your ear.

"I'm not yours either. Will you kill Irulan's former lovers too?" You ask sarcastically, struggling against his grip. He growls in your ear, shaking you gently but keeping his grip on you firmly.

"I don't care about that royal bitch."

"You should. After all, she is your future wife. The mother of your heirs..." He doesn't let you finish. He tightens his grip on your throat, preventing you from speaking, and pushes you against the wall, pressing your body against his. You shudder as you see him gasp in rage, glaring daggers at you.

You tremble as you feel his fingers spread Frevas' blood on your neck. He breathes heavily, tightening his grip. He leans forward and presses a bruising, aggressive kiss on your lips. You know this is supposed to be a punishment for you, but you can't help but moan and clutch his arms as he kisses you so intensely, pulling all the oxygen out of your lungs.

You gasp, noticing a strange ache in your neck as his lips continue to caress yours, but you choose to ignore it. For a moment, you forget about anything other than him. Even the metallic smell of blood lingering in the room fades away with the feeling of his lips on you.

His other hand moves under your skirt, his fingertips gently caressing your thigh, avoiding the dagger attached there as his hand slowly climbs up your leg. You moan into his mouth as his fingers tease your pussy through the fabric of your wet underwear.

He breaks the kiss, kissing the line of your jaw. You breathe heavily, whimpering softly as he continues to work on your clit, peppering your face with kisses at the same time. You dig your fingers into his arms, desperately holding onto him as you grind against him, chasing the release he's denied you for days.

His fingers wander under your underwear, making you moan louder. Your forehead leans onto his shoulder as you gasp as he ruthlessly pushes his three thick fingers into you.

"My little witch is so quiet and obedient when full of fingers. I'm sure if I impaled you on my cock, if you had kept it deep inside you day and night, you wouldn't even dare to think about letting someone else take your place, right? Maybe that's what I should do? Maybe I need to breed you and fill your lower lips so that the other ones will shut up and stop talking nonsense?"

"Feyd..." A needy moan of his name escapes from you before you can bite your lip. All you can do is hold on to him for dear life, wrapping your legs around his waist as he keeps you pinned to the wall and on his toes.

"You make such beautiful sounds... it's a pity you've been acting like a brat lately instead of like my good girl. You understand that, in this situation, I cannot reward you." He mocks you, pulling away from you moments before you reach your peak.

You growl at him angrily and reach out to finish what he didn't want, but he grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall, grinding his crotch against yours, teasing your desperate, abused pussy even more. You scream, trying to fight him. He effectively silences you, kissing you hard, chastisingly, and biting your lower lip until it bleeds. You are at his complete mercy. And dear Lord, you would let him do anything if that meant that he would let you cum.

He presses his body against yours and holds your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. He leans down and licks the tears of frustration from your cheeks, sloppily licking your face at his discretion.

"Can you think for a moment or have I finally made you think with just your needy pussy? Is this what you want? For me to take another woman? For me to treat her the way I treat you? For me to leave you on this damn desert? Because I can, Y/N. I can fuck the other women, become emperor the easy way, and give you damn Arrakis, but you have to look me in the eyes and tell me that's what you really want."

You stare at him in shock as he continues to hold you close to him. This is what you wanted—exactly that scenario and turn of events. You could have been finally free—free from all of Bene Gesserit's prophecies and plans.

"I... You would let me stay here? Would you let me be the governor of Arrakis? You would marry Irulan?" You ask, disbelieving that he would ever let you go from his grasp, convinced that he would rather kill you than let you leave his side.

"If that's what you want."

"It... it is..." You say this, feeling a lump growing in your throat. Your heart beats insanely fast as you desperately try to convince everyone—you, him, and your stupid heart, which is begging you to change your mind—that this is exactly what you want.

But you had definitely come too far to slip into his arms at the end and become his wife, concubine, or whatever he wanted you to be, just because you were horny for him. Desire makes us weak. But was it just lust that connected you with him?

"No. Not like that. Look at me and tell me exactly what you want me to do, my little witch." He orders, looking at you defiantly. This is a very small payment for what he offers you. Your dream future is within your reach; all you need to do is say these few words.

"I... I want you to... to marry... I..." The lump in your throat grows. You can't say anything as you look into his icy blue eyes, which pick up on your uncertainty. But she's not the only one thing holding you back.

You physically can't speak. You can't lie to him and say you want him to marry another woman and forget about you, to leave you alone on Arrakis—a place that should have swallowed you up years ago. You just can't. Your eyes widen as you realise what he's done to you.

"You son of a bitch… Which Bene Gesserit witch gave you the truth serum?!" You ask, furious, realising what he injected into your neck during your little hot session.

"This is of little importance. I was going to use it on you and ask you about your secret lover, but he himself told me a bit about your past. With a bit of pressure from my side, of course. Now, before this miracle product stops working, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me. I dare you. Reject me like you did countless times before, my little witch. And I will gladly leave you alone."

The smirk on his face grows with every second of your silence. Your blood boils, and you feel immense rage, pursing your lips as you glare at him with hate. What's more, the bastard has the nerve to laugh at you.

"That's exactly what I fucking thought." He growls and kisses you. His lips caress yours, tasting you as if you were the only thing that could quench his thirst. He holds you tightly as if you were the most precious thing in his possession that he is afraid to let go of, even for a moment, for fear of someone stealing you from him.

You place your hands on his shoulders and pull him closer to you, letting your lust for him take over all of your senses. There was no turning back. Not after he found out that you are not indifferent to him at all and that the future with him does not seem as scary and terrible to you as it was at the beginning.

"You had no right to treat him like that." You say this as he manoeuvres you around the room and past where Fevas is still hanging from the ceiling. He pushes you deeper into his chambers and closes his bedroom door behind you.

"As if you wouldn't do the same to the emperor's daughter, if you could…" He responds sarcastically, stripping off his armour and not wasting a moment, as if he were afraid you would change your mind and start fighting him again.

"Shut up." You use the voice on him with a cocky smirk. He lifts his head, staring at you in surprise. You step back, sitting on the bed, keeping your gaze on him the entire time. "On your knees." You order in a low, suggestive tone of voice, not hiding your smirk as he is forced to obey your command right away. "Come to me." You command him, your eyes glistening dangerously as you notice his length twitch beneath his loincloth. "Good boy." You say teasingly, stroking his head as he kneels between your legs.

"Are you aware of what kind of dangerous game you are playing right now, my little witch?"

"If I were still a full-fledged Bene Gesserit, I would probably put you to the gom-jabbar test of humanity right now. You put your hand in the box, and you feel unimaginable pain until you prove that your awareness is stronger than your instincts. I'm sure Irulan or another Bene Gesserit was assigned to do this to you. I barely managed to stop one of them from giving you... a drug that would make it easier for her to convince you to extend your bloodline through her womb. Back to the topic... we both know how this test would end for you, right? How quickly would you get horny? How quickly would you tremble for release? How quickly would you show me that you love it when I hurt you, my Na-Baron?"

"Don't torment me, witch. You've been doing this for too long." He growls, moving his hands to your legs and pushing the fabric of your dress higher as he exposes your legs to him.

"You're right… why put your hand in a box when it can be useful elsewhere? Undress me." He laughs hoarsely, having no choice but to obey your command.

"You don't have to use the voice on me to make me follow this kind of orders."

"I thought the Harkonnens did not obey anyone?" You ask defiantly, raising an eyebrow at him as he licks his lips, carefully examining every inch of your (finally) exposed skin.

"I thought the Bene Gesserit didn't love anyone?"

You did not answer. You lean down, cupping his cheeks in your hands, and kiss him passionately, finally allowing yourself to express all the feelings and desires you had been hiding deep inside for so long.

"I need to feel you." He growls, pushing you onto your back. He climbs up you, placing kisses all over your body until he's hovering just above your face. He stares at you for a moment, spreads out beneath him, ready to finally take him in, and decides that his fantasies are a poor comparison to the real thing.

You both moan, resting your foreheads against each other as his pre-cum, leaking hard length, rubs against your wet entrance. You wrap your legs around his hips. You run your hand down his spine, sinking your nails into his neck as he abuses yours, kissing, nipping, and marking it as his property.

And when he is finally about to unite you and get rid of the tension between you for good, someone knocks on his door. He groans in protest and leans in to kiss you to shush you when you let out an uncontrollable laugh at his reaction to the sudden interruption.

"You should go." You say as you manage to place your hand on his chest and gently push him away from you. "This could be something important."

"Woman… how much patience I spent on you…" He growls, pressing his forehead against your temple. The knocking on the door is more insistent. His brother calls out to him furiously, and you can't help but smile as you watch his internal struggle.

Seeing your amusement, he spanks your pussy. You scream, trying to block out the sound against his shoulder so that only Feyd can hear it and not his brother, who is banging on the door. He chuckles, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your scent.

"Stay here. Don't move an inch. I will be right back. If I don't find you in this bed naked and ready for me, I will beat that ass of yours red. You won't be able to leave these chambers for a month." He gives you a threatening warning. You roll your eyes and pull him into a kiss, teasing him and pulling away from him in a moment when he wanted to deepen it.

"I'll be waiting." You promise, out of breath after the kiss. "On the way, tell your servants to take Fevas to the infirmary."

"Next time I will kill him without hesitation. Or any other lover of yours."He promises as he puts on his clothes. You crawl to the edge of the bed and help him put his armour on faster.

"I am very aware of this, my Na-Baron." You reply snidely, still kneeling on the bed and dressing him. He rolls his eyes at you and smirks mischievously as he reaches up to pinch your nipples. You squeal, punching his shoulder. He laughs and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for one last kiss.

"I'll be back in a minute." He promises and leaves, making sure to close the door behind him quickly enough so that no one has a chance to look inside and see you naked in his bed. After all, this was a view reserved only for him.

You fall onto the bed, giggling stupidly like a teenager, as you wonder what his reaction will be to having the opportunity to fuck you as the Baron of Giedi Prime.

A cold chill runs through you as you hear footsteps in the main room. You downplay it, thinking that it was the servants who came to clean up the mess Feyd made, but too much silence starts to make you suspicious. You stand up and put on some clothes before reaching for the knife attached to your thigh.

You open the door and slowly leave the room. Fevas was gone, but something was still bothering you, giving you a strange feeling of being observed. You could feel someone's presence on your back.

You avoid a sudden attack from behind and quickly cut your attacker's throat. Before you can turn around, you receive a powerful kick in the back. You stumble and fall forward, but quickly get back up, taking in your surroundings. Three women dressed entirely in black slowly surround you, each of them armed to the teeth. You tense up, ready to use the voice, but just as you're about to, you're grabbed from behind.

You only manage to stab your attacker before a cloth is placed against your nose. You struggle, trying to fight the women as hard as you can before the sedative takes effect. After a few moments, however, darkness enveloped you. But before you lose consciousness completely, you notice the familiar Bene Gesserit symbol tattooed on the women's wrists.

What catches your eye most before you hit the floor is the familiar skirt of Princess Irulan's dress.

To be continued...

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