#that’s ok. he can look a little like a saint he deserves it

[riseupriseupandcomealong]

shirking studying for finals by making láeg mac riangabra prints

[tinydefector]

Swerve: traditionally, humans gift chocolates and stuffed animals, as a display of hunting prowess and ability to provide, on the fourteenth of February. This is because a deity named saint valentine is said to bless conjux pairs on this day.

-bumpinSUV

Traditions

Swerve x Human reader

Word count; 1k

Warnings: none

Heeeyyyyy Bumpin got some food for you~. Enjoy some clueless and hopeless romantic Swerve becuase I said so.

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Swerve stared down at the clunky plastic earth animals and chocolates clutched in his servos, completely befuddled. It had sounded like such a good plan when he came across it! But now, facing his human, uncertainty crept in. He offered an awkward chuckle. "Uh, happy February fourteenth! I know on Earth it's tradition for you guys to, uh, exchange dead animal carcasses and sweets as a romantic gesture. Something about showing you can provide, I think?" 

Rubbing the back of his neck, Swerve hoped he hadn't misunderstood. Or offended them! Primus, why was organic culture so weird? "So, uh, I thought maybe you'd like these gifts. Even though mice probably aren't a big hunting prize for humans." He cringed internally. At how embarrassed he was. "S-so, what do you think? Did I get the tradition right? Or should I just forget the whole—"

They give Swerve a slight look as they cut him off. "Swerve, why would you need to hunt?, plus it's July if my callander is right " They ask while looking at the stuff Swerve had set up, it looked as if he was trying to organise a date for them, it was a rather cute little set up more so than past people they had ever dated before, Their words fall silent as they take in the scene. 

Wincing internally, Swerve fidgeted under their searching gaze. Frag, this was even worse than he'd feared. "Well, ya know, I did some reading that Earth Valentines is about showing you can provide for a mate. And I know I ain't got much to offer organics, but I wanted to try!" He held out the gifts in his massive metal hands, practically trembling. 

"I know it ain't exactly a feast or nothin'. But I saw these toys and thought, maybe they'd pass for some small game? And the chocolate's real! Well, not made of real chocolate, more like synthechoc. But it's what I could get you!" 

Slumping with a sigh, Swerve knew he must look utterly foolish. But they deserved his honesty. "Look, I just wanna show ya I care, okay? Even if I'm lousy at Earth courting."

"My courting..." they go quiet for a moment before starting to giggle which turns into laughter. "Swerve Honey, Valentine's day, is in February. It's a day to spend with loved ones and enjoy each other's company, sometimes trade gifts to special people, which most are fake flowers and sweets" they continue to giggle softly. "What did you think was handsome?" They ask with a smile.

"O-oh." Swerve felt his plating heat as their laughter sank in, truly mortified. He should've just stuck to energon pouring and storytelling, left the Earth traditions well alone! "I, uh, may have misunderstood some cultural exchange files," he admitted bashfully. "Thought it was about proving yourself as a good provider! You know, strong and capable." 

He scuffed his pede sheepishly. "Maybe shoulda just asked you straight out, huh? Instead of all this." Swerve gestured ruefully at the mess of toys and candy. They smile and grab his servos. 

A warm glow flooded his Spark at their smile, though. Maybe he hadn't fragged it up totally. "So, uh, does that mean...you'd still consider spending time with me? We could watch a flick, share some high grade—" He cycled a vent, fans whirring. "I just wanna make you happy, anyhow I can. Without any mouse-hunting required."

They laugh lightly as they move towards him. "Swerve, please it's OK, calm down" they call out while waiting for him to sit down so they can at least touch his faceplate. "Yes you probably should have come to me to ask about it, but now I'm more interested in who told you about Valentine's day." they hum while pressing a kiss to his nasal ridge. 

Swerve's vents stuttered as their lips brushed his plating in a gentle kiss. "W-well, you know how it is - a mech hears stuff in the bar sometimes," he replied shyly, fans whirring as they caressed his face. "I think maybe Rung was telling Rodimus about Earth traditions, and overheard Whirl say something about hunting prowess being important for it." 

He groaned, covering his optics. "Frag, I should've known better than to trust second-hand cultural osmosis from that glitchheads, i justed wanted to do something special for you." Lowering his hand, Swerve gazed down at them hopefully. "Sorry about the mess, forgive my clumsy courting attempt? There's still a whole stash of synthechoc with your designation on it." 

He's still sheepish as they laugh at him, their hand trying to keep it in and not embarrass Swerve more. " Maybe you could, um, give me some proper pointers? About Earth holidays and such? I'd really like to get it right next time." They give him another soft kiss which he melts into.

 "Think we might have to talk about human holidays, and Swerve I don't expect you to have to follow human stuff. You know that right?" They ask softly tracing his face.

Swerve leaned happily into their gentle touch, systems buzzing with joy. "I know, I know. Don't gotta do human things if they don't make sense," he conceded affectionately. 

"It's just..." He vented softly, captured by their smile. "I wanna understand where you come from, y'know? Be able to celebrate the special days that are important to you. Share in your culture."

His fans hitched as their fingers traced the seams of his faceplates. How did they always make him feel so calm yet alive all at once? "So maybe lessons would help this fool bot out, huh?" Swerve ventured shyly. He nuzzled into their hand with a lovesick sigh. "I just want to be able to spend time with you doin things that are important, that's really all I want, sweetspark. To be wherever you are."

 "Alright, how about we set up your hab and watch some vids.?" They inquire with a sly smile on their face.

Swerve perked up, any trace of embarrassment melting away in his eagerness. His engine gave a happy rev, hope blooming in his spark. Clapping his servos together, he bounced on his pedes like an excited sparkling. "Oh frag yes, I'll fire up the holoprojector right away!" 

In an instant he had them swept into his arms, cradling them gently against his chassis as he strode off toward his berth. The gifts were forgotten in his joyful haste. "You're gon' teach me everything, sweetspark! Holidays, customs, what all those weird organic dishes are!" He nuzzled their cheek fondly as he walked.

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[thoughtsforsoob]

you’re frustrated because you’re struggling to learn Korean - txt

a/n: hello! I thought this post would be a little relatable bc I’m struggling rn with Japanese (but not bc of a man 😋). So much kanji to remember and so many words that they just all mush together. I love the language but it is testing my patience and my memory rn :( please enjoy this and lemme know if y’all speak other languages :) it’s cool to know im not the only one struggling with a trilingual brain🥰 requests are open as usual (no pics belong to me! Found on Pinterest)

yeonjun

It was actually his idea to teach you Korean, starting with basic stuff such as phrases at the convenience store and at coffee shops. He knew it would help when you had to go out places on your own. You’re on the phone with him after he’s hyped you up and refreshed some phrases for ordering coffee. You finally are up to order and while your pronunciation has been good, you mispronounce a word and your face goes red. You apologize to the cashier who was very understanding and helped you say the word correctly. You paid and thanked them for their kindness. Yeonjun heart could burst at how the cashier was patient with you and how you tried your best and finally said the word right. “Oh my goodness! You did amazing! Next time you’re ordering coffee for the both of us.”

soobin

As the days went by, he could see your passion for learning his language was dwindling. You were struggling with your conjugation skills and he was just trying his best to help you learn and eventually practice. You both are sitting at the kitchen table, with your textbook in front of you (giving flashbacks to elementary math homework). He’s giving you example of conjugations your currently learning and how to used them. It’s starts to all mush up and you can’t figure it out or focus. You start to cry into your hands. He pulls you close to him, “don’t be sad. I promise that you’re gonna learn really soon. I believe in you.” That’s all it took for you to keep trying. He also promised he’d take you for a melona pop if you tried a few more conjugations (I love melona I’m so sorry 🤤…melon and banana are the best flavors not sorry)

beomgyu

homie is so serious and you get mad at him because of that. he’s teaching you silly phrases and on one occasion, he purposely teaches you the wrong phrase. So, you’re out at lunch with his members and you try the phrase on yeonjun and he looks so confused. “Did you just call me dumb?” Your face is furiously red and you run off, crying. Your frustration sets in. Why would be do this to me? He comes after you after giving you some time to cool down. “Baby? I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that would make you so upset. I promise I won’t do it anymore. We’re gonna get serious I swear.” He lures you out by telling you he’s gonna start teaching you from a really good Tex ok that was recommended to him. He also explains to yeonjun what happened and yeonjun gives him an earful as well, taking you side.

taehyun

he actually is a really good person to help teach you. He has the patience of a saint when teaching you grammar. If you’ve attempted Korean, you know how challenging grammar can be to understand. Let’s say you’re out at a restaurant and try to order your own food..you make a mistake and the waiter is looking at you like huh? You start to feel embarrassed but taehyun explains you’re still learning and has you try it again. When you get it right this time, he smiled and the waited smiled as well. The pride he feels when he can see your improvement is like no other. “You did such a good job, honey. Tell you what, how about we get some ice cream after? You deserve a little treat.”

huening kai

I feel like he’d be very empathetic and understanding towards your struggle. He speaks many languages too and understands how frustrating when something isn’t sticking or when you forget words or grammar. For example, you’re at home and you’re both working on vocabulary. you messed up a few words in a row and start to feel discouraged. His best tool to keep you motivated to learn was tell you he was proud of you. He would always encourage you the best he could, “you’re for this bub! I’m so proud of you! I’m gonna keep helping you until you’ve got this :)”

[badfanfictionaire]

Even the Devil gets lonely, who knew? Well, maybe everyone knew that. It’s not exactly a popular job, being the head honcho of all that is evil.

And yeah, Eddie isn’t the Devil, he’s just a lowly standard demon, but he’s still pretty devilish ok?

And, he’s also pretty lonely.

Or, he was, until he met Chrissy Cunningham.

Turns out being an angel can be pretty lonely too.

“No one has ever touched me, like that,” she’d whispered in his ear.

“Well I’d be happy to change that for you,” he’d smirked.

“You gonna ruin me?”

“Only if you want to. Even a demon has to have his manners.”

“Do I have to say please?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I do like it when you ask nicely.”

Chrissy moved so she was straddling him on the couch. “I want you to ruin me, please.” Her breath was hot against the shell of his ear.

“Anything for you,” he’d murmured back.

Even if it meant ruining his reputation, he was willing to throw it all away for her. She was just that addictive.

Tenderly he started to take her soft pink sweater off, lifting the hem and tugging it up over her chest, over her head, and then dropping it to the floor. In the shadows cast on the wall behind them he could see the outline of her gorgeous wings fluttering shyly, still hidden behind the veil to protect her from the human realm's view.

“You gonna show me?” he asks, nipping at her bare shoulder and smoothing his hands over her back.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

His breath hitches. No one had ever wanted to see his wings. Admittedly they weren’t much to look at. Thick, black, and leathery.

“You don’t want to,” he responded.

“Oh I do,” she replied, “Come on, fair’s fair.”

And with that she lifted the veil and her beautiful fluffy white feathers fanned out behind her. His breath hitched again, she was damn vision to behold.

Hastily he removes his own shirt and drops it next to hers on the floor.

“Please don’t be afraid,” he begs. He can feel his own wings unfurl behind them.

Chrissy leans forward and strokes along one of the ribs of his wings. He shivers under her touch, no one has ever willingly touched him like that.

“Very metal,” she hummed, “They suit you.”

“You mean it?”

She planted a kiss on his lips. “Of course I do. Now come on, show me what I’ve been missing. Please.”

The wave of possession he felt was incomprehensible. His teeth left little marks on her pale skin, which he soothed apologetically with his tongue.

“Mark me up,” she growled in his ear, “I wanna be bad for a night.”

Her little skirt was too easy to tear off of her and cast aside. He was rubbing off on his little saint, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“I see you’re already being a little naughty there.”

She smirked.

He wiggled his own pants off and sat back down, settling her once more in his lap. Now both exposed to one another, her sweet flesh warm against his own burning hot body. She was already grinding against him, searching for friction.

“Use your words, oh paragon of virtue.”

“Fuck. Me.” She growled, punctuating her words with fierce kisses.

“As you wish little dove,” he whispered, nudging her legs further apart.

When she came it was as close as he was ever going to get to the church experience. A heavenly girl repeating his name over and over in prayer, her face tear streaked, eyes closed in worship.

“I don’t deserve you,” he hummed into the crook of her neck as she came back down from her glory.

“Even the Devil needs an angel on his shoulder,” she replied, adding a kiss to his shoulder.

He felt a devilish smirk curl on his face.

“I think I’d rather keep you on my lap, princess.”

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[priintiisor]

there is also downpour warrior cats

closeups (with silly notes, for i have thoughts):

gourm :] he s the leader of the funny warrior cat clan they re all from because. i want him to be. very fluffy

i had to make arti a mapleshade reference i just had to- i do think that name is good for her tho. also the children, they are small

ruffles!!! i promise that s gray and red and not blue and pink. it s natural colors guys dw about it

was originally gonna name them bubblepounce but i wanted river in their name because rivulet means river,, technically rivulet is also a valid word to use in a warrior cat name but it was too long

ok i don t know what possesed me when i made this one but it does look cool. please appreciate the fact that the tail kinda looks like a spear

and saint! my heart weeps for the fact that i can t make them green. also listen- i wanted to give one of these guys one of those cool x shaped scars that people draw warrior cats with sometimes and i got to saint and i was like "..x shape, you say?". i kinda wanted to have it go over his eyes and that explains why they re always closed but i couldn t get that to look good- also he gets the star prefix cuz he deserves it

and there is also nightcat :D

tho this one will probably change when we find out more about their story. for now they re just a little guy

[ilovechubbieguys]

Chapter 3🍓

-lmk if you guys have any criticism i love criticism as long as its respectful!! Enjoy! Chapter 2 here!

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"Blake?.."

He turned around with a sour look on his face. I mean god he looked so diffrent i had no clue it was him.

I mean can you blame me! Its been 5 years since high school. Im shocked he recognized me to fast.

Theres no way hes still mad?! He knows i had nothing to do with any of that. Right? I mean ya i was there but iiii didnt do anything. That was all jenny and her boyfriend. I was simply a bystander. Kinda.. not really.

I do feel bad now that i think about it... he didnt deserve that. No one does. God i was such a little bitch in highschool

------------epic flash back memory------------

Jenny: heyy blake

Blake: oh uh hey jenny

Jenny: i wanted to ask you something

Blake: uh ya sure whats up

Jenny: did you have a date to prom yet?

Blake: no, no i dont why

Jenny: oh ok great! You know my friend y/n?

Blake: ya ive seen her around

Jenny: well she was wondering if youd go with her!

Blake: wait really?

Jenny: ya here ill put her number in your phone!

Blake: ok sounds good

--------end of epic flashback memory---------

Long story short it was all a joke. I stood him up at prom just for the fun of it...

I know im an asshole but i couldnt say no to jenny shed ruin me! She was the most powerful girl at school

And ive changed! I could never do somthing lile that to someone now.. i just hope i can make him see that

I walked back to the living room and saw issac was back but blake had left. I dont blame him between his getting yelled at by tanner and being faced with his highschool bully i wouldnt be shocked if he didnt come out till i left.

After a while of talking me and tanner ended up in his room taking turns taking hits from a cart tanner swore was his.

We where talking about everything and everything, you know high thoughts. Suddenly the door bust open "TANNER DO YOU HAVE MY NEW C-" it was blake

He stopped dead in his tracks staring at me, cart in hand mid hit. I froze up not knowing what to do. Was i smoking his cart right now...

I swear im gonna kill tanner.

"Tanner. Is that my cart shes hitting right now."

"Maybe..."

"OMG IM SO SORRY TANNER SAID IT WAS HIS"

"Just keep it i dont want it now that its been anywhere near you"

What. Did he just call me dirty..😧 i looked over at tanner "im gonna kill you."

Some time goes by and i decide i should go apologize to blake and not just for the cart. Tanner told me which room was his and i knock on his door.

*knock knock*

"Blake? Its y/n"

I dont hear a responce so i go in. Hes sitting at his desk playing seige. I take a look around his room. Rugs on the wall? Thats an interesting choice but i liked it.

I asume he didnt hear me so i walk up to his chair and tap his shoulder lightly trying to not scare him.

"Blake?"

He pulls the left side of his headphones off his ear but doesnt turn to you, to focused on the current match hes in.

"Hey blake i just wanted to say im sorry... and not just for the cart. Which i will replace.."

He doesnt say anything but you hear him sigh "ya like id believe that." Fair point

"Im serious blake i dont know why i was such a bitch in highschool you didnt deserve that..." i tried to sound as genuine as possible

"Well you where a bitch and thats that. Now get out"

Oh my god. He is impossible and ya sure im a better person but im still not gonna put up with disrespect "listen blake im trying here ok which is alot better then nothing at all" you say matter of a factly. I notice he had died in his game as his screen lit up red

He stood up from his chair and turned to me "ya hallelujah your a saint, a changed person thats great bye" he got pretty damn close to me for hating me and all

Ill admit him being this close to me made me relize he really was cute... maybe if he didnt hatw my guts hes a nice guy who knows..

But i sure as hell am not giving up this easily.

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GUYS ILL ADMIT THIS CHAPTER WAS NOT THE BEST IM SORRY 😭😭I GOTTA BUILD CONTEXT.

[anneangel]

Ok, every time I watch 'The Great Mouse Detective' my mind clings to this.

Okay, there's nostalgia in this, my childhood and such. But that's not all, there's something 'magnetic' about the character Basil (Sherlock), which I can see why Dawson (Watson) is so impressed on Basil's presence. Basil is so energetic that he should come with a warning on his forehead: "danger 440 Volts".

This little mousie called Basil is incredible and unbearable at the same time, he is so full of energy that watching him act and talk makes me lose weight just by looking at him. Lmao. The fact is, Basil is very agitated and hyperactive.

And he's smart in a way that seems mad, especially when he gets an idea in his head and no one is going to stop him from following through. Basil can be harsh and full of himself at times, but he also redeems himself, as he can regret his bad actions seconds later when he realizes he hurt someone's feelings.

He wants interesting and vibrant cases like himself, like his mind is, that's what he likes. But he also hides too well that he knows how to care about people, when he should. Some empathy is in him, although he acts like a hyperactive machine of reasoning and action most of the time, who cannot remember client names or have no time for sentimentality. Lmao.

He is focused and proactive when his mind is working and everything is going as he wants. And at the same time Basil is a complete Drama Queen when things don't go as he plans. Changing mood so abruptly, from extreme vigor and energy to depression and anguish, that he is insanely exaggerated in 'Holmes' mode. Is fun to me.

Basil of Baker Street completely steals all the show, being a brilliant and charismatic protagonist

There is almost no space for Dawson (Watson), whose personality can go unnoticed and those who casually watch it may think that he is just the "fool and comic relief", the movie and fans are so focused on Basil, that we almost don't see how Dawson has so much empathy inside him, and a giant gentle, sympathetic and kind heart.

Dawson is balanced and calm and brings a good counterpoint to Basil's personality. Dawson is so naive, he seems silly in comparison to Basil. But don't be so easily fooled, Dawson can also be direct and angry and put Basil in the right direction, be it with questions, or by grumbling and bothering about how stupid the detective is being, or act sadness about something harsh, said by Basil, and its making the detective regret and be more 'condescending' instantly.

Dawson has the patience of a saint, an (half) limitless peace in relation to Basil, possibly Dawson is the only mouse who can be in the presence of the mouse detective without being overwhelmed by all of Basil's striking personality. Dawson colludes with Basil, without really being swallowed by him, knowing how to impose himself when he must.

Dawson makes a perfect pair for Basil, and yet it's barely noticeable, because he's there humbly adjusting Basil to good, but ignores his own participation, giving all the credit to Basil, adoring the 'amazing' Basil. When in fact Dawson also had a lot to do with the case and its good outcome. But Dawson doesn't care and is fine with making Basil proud as the star of the Show and giving him all the credit, and Dawson really thinks Basil deserves it all.

Basil and Dawson definitely manage to convey the Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson 'vibe' very well, so much so that for me this movie is a good adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes and John Watson universe.

Extra:

1) the 'case', although it is a Disney children's plot, is charming enough and brings good drama, from the beginning with the kidnapping scene to the end with the Big Ben scenes, the case has charismatic characters with whom we import (Olivia and Flaversham) and the film is full of references to the Canonical Sherlock Holmes books and others adaptations, to everyone's delight.

2) Ratigan (Moriarty), madness and dangerous he can be, beneath all the fancy pomp and satin. He kills a drunken accomplice for calling him 'Rat' (in other words, the truth). He tortures his most loyal henchman, Fidget, with his pet torture device (the cat). And he's so falsely polite when he's both blatantly cruel and mad. He is a villain with a lot of charisma, as well as scary

3) The movie soundtrack is so good. I love it from the 'main title', to the 'end title-credits' (Goodbye So Soon).

[elvisabutler]

i think there's still a few hours left for your gala, right?? 👁 if so, id like to request 💻 the angst prompt "no, im actually not ok," w austin.. maybe some h/c after the oscars? 🥺🙏

i don't know what i'm feeling

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: g, t if you really squint. pairing: austin butler x gender neutral reader word count: 802 warnings: austin being sad post oscars. talk about the oscars. talk about the whale. author’s note: thank you anon and you were right i did have a few more hours when you sent this to me and was hoping someone would allow me the chance to do a hurt and comfort with this. full disclosure to everyone, i said it once before, if austin was going to lose to anyone, i did want it to be brendan because i was iffy on colin. however, i despise of the whale as a movie- and truly wish brendan had won for literally anything else. so do not take anything i have austin say as my own opinion on the movie itself. i hate it. this is for my 1k gala with the angst prompt of “no, i’m actually not ok.” and saints preserve me i'll live in my universe where i made this boy drunkenly say to his girl some nasty sexy things post oscar. also i'm not the biggest fan of this but i can't tell if that's purely because i'm in my own head about it or not. still hope you enjoy. also i didn't mess up my word count for the third time in all my gala pieces, what are you talking about.

It's an honor to be nominated. It's an honor to be put in the same league as actors who've been in the business for decades. It's an honor to be nominated along someone who's going to grow with him in their crafts. If he was going to lose to anyone everyone had said it was going to be him or Brendan and damn if he didn't think the man deserved it. The Whale was tough to watch but it was good- it was the sort of thing that earned an actor their Oscar. He shouldn't be- He shouldn't be feeling the way he does. Bill didn't get a single award all season and Colin went from a frontrunner with him to the afterthought along with Paul.

He can't even talk about this with Barry because it was always Ke's one to lose and he wasn't going to. Maybe Angela- but hadn't hers been wrapped in the grief from losing Chadwick. He still can't believe he heard Samuel L Jackson make a noise for him of all people behind him. He should be happy, this is the start of him finally making a difference. Making his fans proud and happy for him like Elvis. Making his mom proud that all her work wasn't for nothing. Making Lisa and Priscilla proud wasn't for nothing but why does he feel as if it was in this moment. Why is his brain just telling him this is how it starts? He'll have this whirlwind of three years and then three projects back to back to back only to have nothing afterward. Angela feels him tense a little- she must have because she looks at him and squeezes his hand once again before nodding over to you.

You- you can help ease his mind, once you're in the car he'll talk to you, whisper in your ear how this was not how he thought this night would go. His eyes meet yours and you smile gently before shrugging a little. He watches your lips mouth "love you" before he focuses on the last of the awards. It's a bit of organized chaos leaving the theater and it almost seems as if there's just an Elvis line of people walking around hand in hand like a bunch of kindergarteners before Austin and you finally get into a car and you squeeze his hand. "You okay?"

If it was anyone else, if it was Baz or Liv or Catherine or Kelvin or Luke- if it was anyone he'd lie. But you deserve the truth in a way that very few people do in this circumstance. "No, I'm actually not. I- I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm mad but I shouldn't. I was nominated for an Oscar. I used to dream about this. I almost won an Oscar!"

"You have a Golden Globe! And a BAFTA!" You remind him, your voice matching his in volume before your hand moves to cup his cheek. There's a wet bit that you brush away with your thumb. "You're allowed to feel something, Austin. It doesn't make you a bad person or take away from Brendan's win because I know you, I know we're going to go the party and you're gonna see him and he's gonna give you a big dad hug and you're gonna gush. And you're gonna bounce up and down with Ke and make sure Baz doesn't drink too much because Catherine asked you too."

The laugh that bubbles up from him is wet sounding, covered in unshed tears as he sniffles. "Forgot how I'm gonna tell Luke about Polly making me do some moves for party tricks. And how Kelvin is going to remind me to-"

"Chill out?" You finish like that's actually what Austin was going to say before he shakes his head, allowing himself to just rest his head in your hand.

"Something like that. I just thought- I let my hopes get up." Austin whispers and you frown.

"No one blames you for that, you know. I don't. Tell you what. When we get to the party, how about we just sit in the car for a little bit until you calm down. And then when we get there, we just relax. Just for a little bit until you stop hurting so much. I'll shoo away the cameras with my charm." Austin raises an eyebrow knowing that isn't always how things go with you and him.

"Yeah? No fighting that'll get us both in trouble?"

"Pinky swear." You hold out your pinky as you move to kiss Austin. "Now, how about we focus on our plans for after tonight. I believe someone promised me a vacation?"

Austin's answer is a hum before he gives you another kiss. "How do you feel about the mountains?"

[lorkonsghost]

I'm sad today for a few reasons work, and the soon to be three year anniversary of a friends death I will now tell you why I prefer bad mother Talia and why his favorite Robin was Damian Wayne. My friend was raised from birth to 14 years old not knowing who his dad was and mildly abusive mother I don't want talk about all thing she did because she's going to take up most of story and the sole reason my friend dead so fuck her. But when my friend was 14 because his mom got fired from her job and she didn't want to actually go looking for a job she dropped my friend off at his bio dads told him he was his son and left. Now like Damian he looked just like his dad and his dad had no clue he had a kid and unlike Damian he had no siblings and his mom 100% had no good relationship with his dad and definitely took advantage of drunk college kid who 16 years younger than her. So imagine your 35 year old man and the woman who he had sex with once almost 15 years ago tells you have kid and he looks like you but dose that even matter she just abandon her kid at his door step and like Bruce Wayne he doesn't kick the kid out or blame the kid but has DNA test done to prove he his well you know what happened he was his kid. So know he goes to court to get parental rights so he doesn't have to go back with his mom. Now some more Damian Wayne similarities he was angry who had undiagnosed autism who was neglected by his mother was desperately touched starved but his dad was a saint and tried to help him the best ways he could. Let me tell you I wish this story had happy ending but he got good few years after that we met up read comics together at my place since me and my family have decent comic collection I can't remember the run name on top of my head but we read the run Damian was introduced he was so happy a kid who had same shit hand dealt I remember my first time reading hating how Talia was depicted but now it my favorite Talia because everytime I read it I remember my friend and his shit hand and how his dad tried to help his son. Now I should explain why it's his mom fault my friend dead he was diagnosed with something I don't feel totally ok with sharing since you could find out who was with it but safe to say he was told he needed to be in assisted living situation shortly after his mom tried to force the court to put him under her care again since she would be given tax exemption from him just living their and she hired a really good lawyer and my friend saw his and his father's hand in the case and their was a good chance she could take him back so instead of even chance with living with her again he killed himself the trail never even made it to court. This is why I like bad mother Talia because every time I write something she deserves her getting her just deserts I feel a little better it's or anything bad happening to her I know it was the creator being islamophobic I don't care if can write legally distinct fanfic about a person who I hate and getting beaten up I'll take it.

I feel like you guys are owed some more facts about him he used to call his dad his Batman when he talked about him. He eventually had a step mother who actually tried to be a mom but sadly she only knew him for a few months I remember her crying the hardest at his funeral how it wasn't fair she couldn't hold him longer apparently she couldn't have children so when she learned her boyfriend at the time had a kid although he was adult she was happy. He liked Godzilla a lot he had some of black and white movies. He was the only person I ever met who liked the batman and Robin movie the one bat suit nipples and Mr freeze. He had hated when people ignored him he would start to hit your arm until you at least acknowledged his existence he tried this once with a teacher and he got detention so fast. He wanted to work in 3d animation. He owned but never read the homestuck epilogue books. I only got one thing from him sadly his 3d model folder I would show you guys his work but I can't look at his art without crying so I rather not.

Goodbye my friend my Damian Wayne from your Jon Kent

[butterflyintochains]

Persona Non Grata

Austin 2023, and someone who the grid gang hoped to never see again has reared his ugly face on the same week as the US Grand Prix at COTA. Social Media AU attempt.

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Deux Moi

Well, well, well. Looks like we've got some F1 drama on our hands this week, friends! According to social media, the ex of the world champion's wife is attending this year's United States Grand Prix. The ex is effectively persona non grata in the paddock, could be spicy.

-Enty

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🏁The Grid Gang GC 🏁

Smooth Operator: Dios mio, have you lot seen instagram lately? Is he insane? Lily the Elder: ikr? And, has anyone heard from the Verstappens? Predestinato: Nope, Max and Julia have went completely silent. I've tried ten times to get their phones. Ministro: Did he have to show up now of all times? He's had four years to show his ugly face, why now? Nando: Seb told me this was called a drive-by. He wants to check in on Julia to see if he's still in her head. Saint Alexandra: Why, tho? She's literally married to Max? SirLewis: That trauma doesn't go away easily, Alex. Pastry: Okay, uhh... who's 'he' and why do we hate him? HoneyBadger: 'He' is Julia's ex-boyfriend, Joseph. He was an abusive pos, banned her from talking to Max, beat her up all the time. And, he's coming to cota this year. LogieBear: Oh... oh, fuck him. SuperMax: Ok, finally calmed my wife down. Lando Nowins: Max! Thank God! Is our lioness alright? SuperMax: She's asleep right now, in my arms, where she belongs. Biggest panic attack she's had in years. Nando: How are you, mi nino? SuperMax: Honestly? Fucking furious, she's made so much progress, we just got married, and he wants to ruin it all. Albono: He won't, she's got us, and so do you.

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JoDeschamps:

liked by: BellaWatson, universityofga, and 300 others.

JoDeschamps: Austin, here I am! Can't wait to see some amazing racing in my old home state.

Replies:

BellaWatson: Gonna miss you this week, babes 😘

JoDeschamps: Won't be gone long, baby 💕

universityofga: Have fun this week off, professor! You've more than earned it.

RBRBeloveds: Oh, the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

LecfosaSiempre: Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me this isn't who I think it is.

danielricciardo: Someone let this cunt become a professor? After all he did to pumpkin?

Orange_Tifosi: DANIEL?? schecoperez: And, he has a new girlfriend? How? YukierreBestBoys: Checo?

Charles_Leclerc: come to harass my little sister and her husband?

JoDeschamps: Her husband? She has a husband? maxverstappen1: Hi, how are you doing, asshole? Remember me?

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@F1Gossip: tweeted october 18th 2023 at 6pm.

Rule one for life: do not piss off the drivers. No idea what's going on, but Daniel, Checo, Charles, and Max were seen commenting on a random university professor's instagram post about his attendance at the US GP this weekend.

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🏁The Grid Gang GC 🏁

SirLewis: Dan, Max, Charles, Checo - what have you done? HoneyBadger: The cunt deserved it, Lewis. Predestinato: ^ SuperMax: Just sticking up for my wife, mate. Nando: We expect this from you three. Checo, amigo, care to explain? Ministro: Julia matters to me too, Nando. PGasly: Yeah, I think he can take a bit of hell, he dished it out to Julia for a year. Lando Nowins: Amen, who gets to run him over in the pitlane? Predestinato: Me, clearly. SuperMax: Wait, why clearly you? Predestinato: I'm her brother, duh. SuperMax: I'm her husband. LadyLioness: Neither of you are running him over, you're not ruining your careers for me. Yukino: She's alive!! GeorgieBoy: How are you, Julia? LadyLioness: I've been better, but, I'm four years older now than I was back then. So, I'm better equipped to handle this. ReinaRebecca: You're being a girlboss on insta with Alex and Kika, aren't you? LadyLioness: Becs, babe, I am a wife of a world champion, and a CEO, I am above such childish things. KikaGomes: She is. LadyLioness: KIKA!

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JuliaVerstappen:

liked by: StefanieJoubert, maxverstappen1, and 400k others.

JuliaVerstappen: Help a girl out with her outfit for her first ever US GP, please. Also, thanks to my girls, Kika and Alex, for being my stylists and photographers today! 💝💝

replies:

maxverstappen1: I still can't believe you're my wife. 🥵

JuliaVerstappen: Says the sexiest driver to ever race. 😍

VitaLuxuria: One of our CEOs absolutely slaying as usual.

redbullracing: Juliette turning our garage into fashion week, as per usual, we stan!

scuderiaferrari: She was ours first, guys, remember that. StefanieJoubert: Oooh, custody battle! JuliaVerstappen: Well, I'm married to one, sister to the other, so... Also, Steffi, go to bed.

francisca.cgomes: I'd go for option one, but idk, you look amazing in basically everything except beige.

JuliaVerstappen: Yeah, I vibe with the blue. Might save option two for Vegas.

RBRBeloveds: So, in response to her ex who should be in jail turning up, girlie decides to outslay her enemy, huh?

liked by JuliaVerstappen.

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F1:

liked by: Charles_Leclerc, scuderiaferrari, JuliaVerstappen, and 1.7 million others.

F1: Green and mean! Charles Leclerc bags pole position in Austin for 2023! Lando Norris of McLaren to start P2, and Lewis Hamilton of Mercedes to start P3.

replies:

Charles_Leclerc: Bring it on, Austin!

LecfosaSiempre: Did anyone notice Charles just glaring at someone in the grandstand across from his garage? Was that he who must not be named?

PapayaGirlie: Wait, what? Who is he who must not be named? I'm new here. RBRBeloveds: Oh, boy, strap in. So, basically, before Juliette was Mrs Verstappen and Queen of the Orange Army. She was with this absolute dick called Joseph, he was mega abusive, and should be in jail, but he's here at cota. He's basically the worst. PapayaGirlie: Oof, where's Juliette rn? LecfosaSiempre: Sky just showed her hugging Charles. 😊

scuderiaferrari: Another pole, Ferrari clean sweep? Sprint shootout is tomorrow, let's keep it up!

JuliaVerstappen: Andiamo, Charlie!! Forza!

maxverstappen1: Schatje? My own wife? JuliaVerstappen: Mon vainqueur, how about we skip group dinner tonight? 😉 maxverstappen1: Okay, you win. redbullracing: pigs are flying!! Max just let someone win something! maxverstappen1: My wife is different, and I love her 🥰

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@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:30 pm.

So, it seems like our hunch was true. The professor on insta is the abusive ex of Juliette Verstappen. After seeing his insta, he's from Marseille, emigrated to Georgia, and teaches history at U of G. He's also at cota. Hope all measures are being taken to ensure Mrs Verstappen's safety this weekend. 1/3

@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:40 pm.

The recent revelation making a recent blind item on the celebrity gossip site Deux Moi even more harrowing. We must stress, this is not celeb gossip or drama. This is a potentially dangerous man being allowed back into the same place as his victim. Mrs Verstappen is an abuse survivor, and is now in the same place as her ex-abuser. 2/3

@F1Gossip: tweeted 20th october 2023 at 5:45 pm.

Last one, promise. Seems as though Juliette is being protected while outwith the Red Bull and Ferrari garages. Christian Horner just name dropped her security guard as Anthony, an ex Welsh Guard, and he's being very vigilant with Mr and Mrs Verstappen's safety. 3/3

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JuliaVerstappen:

liked by: maxverstappen1, VitaLuxuria, and 200 others.

JuliaVerstappen: Hey all, just needed to address some things real quick before sprint day. Yes, my ex-abuser is here. Yes, that terrifies me no end. But, I am okay. I have a wonderful husband, an amazing brother, and the best family ever. Anthony is protecting me. Red Bull are keeping me safe. He does not own me anymore, I've been with Max four times as long. He is a tiny dot in my story, not even a page. Thank you for the concern 😘

replies are limited to followers only.

maxverstappen1: You are the strongest person I know, liefje.

Charles_Leclerc: Je t'adore, papillon.

danielricciardo: Proud of you for this post, pumpkin.

StefanieJoubert: My bestie was not built to break.

francisca.cgomes: Keep up the good work, Anthony!

AlexSaintMleux: Love you, ma soeur!

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redbullracing:

liked by: F1, maxverstappen1, JuliaVerstappen, schecoperez, and 1.5 million more.

redbullracing: The lion roars back to win the sprint at the 2023 US Grand Prix in dominant fashion. The three time world champion beating rival Lewis Hamilton and brother-in-law Charles Leclerc to the win, and is due to start P6 for the main race tomorrow.

replies:

schecoperez: Vamos, hermano!!

JuliaVerstappen: That's my man! Forever blown away with watching you race, amour. 💜

maxverstappen1: Always race my best when you're here, schatje. 🧡

F1: The champion is not done yet, people! The season isn't over until it's over. 💪

danielricciardo: For a guy who 'hates' sprints, he sure does win a lot of them.

JuliaVerstappen: He likes them, he just doesn't wanna admit it.

RBRBeloved: Did anyone catch the interview with Brundle where Max said he hoped they'd never be in the same place as J*seph again? And, he wishes he'd go back to Georgia?

LecfosaSiempre: Yeah! He is such a great husband! Julia is so lucky to have him. 😍 PapayaGirlie: He also dedicated his win to all survivors of DV around the world. We stan a great husband. I'm a McLaren girl, but Max is my backup for sure.

Charles_Leclerc: I'd have won had my stupid tires not rebelled on me.

maxverstappen1: Just keep telling yourself that, mate. joris_trouche: I believe you, Charlie. redbullracing: Boys, this is an official team post you know? 😁

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JoDeschamps:

liked by: BellaWatson, universityofga, and 400 others.

JoDeschamps: Such a cool day, the sprint was super boring, but, COTA is truly incredible. Can't wait until tomorrow!

replies:

StefanieJoubert: Boring? Goodness, wonder why you found it boring? 🤔

maxverstappen1: Probably because I won, Steffi. #sourgrapes. DaphneDubois: Get his ass, Max! Or, does Julia have your phone? maxverstappen1: Nope, all me, 😊 Julia is answering some work emails rn. Then, we're going out to dinner.

landonorris: COTA is incredible, shame you're here.

BellaWatson: Who are these men, and why are they harassing my boyfriend? I don't get it.

alex_albon: You might wanna ask him for the truth once he's home... lilymunhe: Or just trawl through social media enough? Like, this info isn't exactly hidden? georgerussell63: Or, better still, send a dm to JuliaVerstappen, she'll tell you everything you need to know.

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JuliaVerstappen Messages:

BellaWatson: Uhh, hi... someone called George Russell told me to dm you about my boyfriend? JuliaVerstappen: Okay? Who's your boyfriend? BellaWatson: Joseph Deschamps... JuliaVerstappen: Oh, girlie... has be banned you from talking to anyone? Beat you purple for any tiny annoyance to him? Banned you from wearing colour so you don't look better than him? BellaWatson: No? JuliaVerstappen: Does he yell at you when he doesn't get his way? Freeze you out for days at whim? BellaWatson: No? JuliaVerstappen: That's what he did to me four years ago, before I married my husband. Those guys who are on his insta comments are my husband (Max Verstappen), my brother (Charles Leclerc), and our family. All are F1 drivers. JuliaVerstappen: They all saved my life, and now I'm paying it forward. I don't know you, but I do know him. BellaWatson: Will he do all that to me? JuliaVerstappen: He will, eventually. He's probably doing it already, and you don't recognise it. BellaWatson: What do I do? JuliaVerstappen: I'll not tell you what to do. But, get ready for a difficult conversation on monday. BellaWatson: Who did he ban you from talking to? JuliaVerstappen: My husband. I've been with Max for three years, but in love with him since I was sixteen, we met when I was eleven. He hates Max, that's why he called the sprint boring. BellaWatson: Why did he do that? JuliaVerstappen: He knew I was in love with Max and not him, so he tried to isolate me from him. BellaWatson: Do I... break up with him? JuliaVerstappen: That's up to you, and whether he's grown up any since me. Nice talking to you, anyway. BellaWatson: Nice talking to you too.

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F1:

liked by: redbullracing, maxverstappen1, JuliaVerstappen, and 2 million others.

F1: Awesome in Austin! Our three time world champion claims a flawless third win in a row at the Circuit of The Americas in Texas. Beating out Lewis Hamilton and Lando Norris. His 50th race win, and the first time his wife was with him in Austin!

replies:

redbullracing: Our Dutch lion continues his hunt 🦁

maxverstappen1: Good weekend at work I'd say! 🧡

schecoperez: Vamos, Max! Vamos, hermano!!

JuliaVerstappen: Allez, mon vainqueur, je t'aime.

maxverstappen1: Ik houd van je, schatje.

teamredlinesim: Not bad for a side gig between sim races 😁

RBRBeloved: Max's speech on the podium was to die for 😍 dedicating his win to his wife and all survivors of domestic abuse, highlighting her charity work in his speech.

BellaWatson: Well done, Max!

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JuliaVerstappen:

liked by: VitaLuxuria, StefanieJoubert, maxverstappen1, and 500k more.

JuliaVerstappen: My husband, my soulmate, my champion. My first time coming to Austin definitely paid off. 💜🧡

replies:

maxverstappen1: Nice looking man you've got there, beautiful, hope he's treating you well.

JuliaVerstappen: Oh, he does, thanks. maxverstappen1: Do you think he'd mind if you missed group dinner tonight? JuliaVerstappen: I think I can fit him in.

DaphneDubois: Bravo, Maxy!!

StefanieJoubert: Keep it up, mon ami.

lukecraneofficial: That's our boy!!

teamredlinesim: Think you can let us borrow him for a bit once you're back in Monaco?

JuliaVerstappen: Depends... lukecreaneofficial: On what? JuliaVerstappen: 😉

VitaLuxuria: Well done to our CEO's husband on his win in Austin!! We're breaking out the Red Bull tonight, Max!

RBRBeloveds: Not Max and Julia getting spicy on main 🥰, parents, please!

JuliaVerstappen: Spicy? Us? Never! Nope, we're totally family friendly, not even one spice, eh, Max? maxverstappen1: Well... my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, so... JuliaVerstappen: Said by the most beautiful man in the world. RBRBeloveds: Proving my point exactly 😊😄 JuliaVerstappen: Got us there.

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maxverstappen1:

liked by: JuliaVerstappen, redbullracing, fernandoalo-official, and 1.2 million others.

maxverstappen1: Date night with my simply lovely and gorgeous wife.

replies:

F1: The king and queen of our paddock, looking absolutely wonderful in black.

redbullracing: We're looking respectfully 👀

YukierreBestBoys: So am I... honest, I am.

danielricciardo: How can Max go from team polo and jeans to full tux in an hour? Pumpkin, are you a witch?

maxverstappen1: Yes, she is. When you've got a wife like I do, you have to keep up. JuliaVerstappen: Tresor, don't do that, please. You are the sexiest man in the world.

LecfosaSiempre: Here my dumbass was thinking Charles was the best looking Leclerc sibling... wow.

Charles_Leclerc: wdym? I still am?

francisca.cgomes: Pierre, you and I need to step up our game, omg.

pierregasly: Preach!

maxiel_lovechild: Is it just me, or has Max gained a whole new energy since the wedding? Like, man is glowing.

Orange_Tifosa: IKR? Like, we are not ready for these two having kids. Julia has went from cute to sexy so effortlessly. And, Max has went from baby to alpha almost too quickly. We are not ready for milf Julia and dilf Max. Pucks_and_Pirellis: And you know these two are going to have the most adorable kids ever.

PapayaGirlie: Still new here, but how do I get adopted by them? Also, I bet J*seph's head just exploded.

liked by maxverstappen1. liked by JuliaVerstappen.

SilverWar_Child: That middle pic is giving 'rulers of all we survey' energy.

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@F1Gossip: tweeted 22nd october 2023 at 10pm.

After coming out of dinner, Max and Juliette ran into some fans of theirs, and signed every autograph. Can attest, was there: they are literally the sweetest couple ever. Max looked so handsome in his tux, and Julia was beauty made flesh in her evening gown. I also can confirm, the abusive ex left before the trophy ceremony. 1/2

@F1Gossip: tweeted 2nd october 2023 at 10:30pm.

And yes, before you ask, Anthony was tailing them from a respectful distance. Honestly, they should hire him for security full time. Can't get much better than an ex-Welsh Guard Captain. So, there ends my coverage of the weekend, see y'all in Mexico! 2/2

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Just something fun and experimental. Hope this finds an audience!

[ash-etherwood]

ok so. theres this oc ship ive been obsessed with for the past .... two months now??? and thats all the art i have of them rn i just didnt upload them because for some reason i felt so bad about being insane about the most generic looking rich white people m/f ship on the planet BUT I LOVE THEM OK they are so close to my heart and every night i have to handcuff myself to the radiator in the basement so i dont start writing the modern au im pondering every single day and it hurts so much;;;

yeah as you might expect they are hungergames ocs AGAIN thats why they both die and can never get to know each other the way they deserve and im (((^: unwell.

their names are kane and saint btw so if you see me tag stuff as kaint thats them efwefwef.

honestly the worst thing is that saint started out as a male character with basically no personality besides annoying slut but as the story went on i got more and more attached to her and she kinda threw herself into a love triangle that i didnt plan for and then literally the day i wrote her death scene she was like "hey will. im a girl by the way" and i GENUINELY FELT SO BAD FOR LIKE 3 DAYS about killing off the only trans character in the story already BUT I DIDNT KNOW SHE WAS TRANS AT THAT POINT I SWEAR IM SO SORRY WOMEN but its ok now she haunts the narrative so fucking hard and also i think about her every single day and she is doing her thing in her silly little modern au and i infodump to my friends about her at least once a day and god i love her so much and the more time passes the more complex she becomes and also the. projecting. its happening.

also her boyfriend is a tall blond man with golden eyes and i honestly cant do this anymore you have to kill me,, (he is not my character btw just in case you thought i was just doing a tave ripoff on my own qefefqef he belongs to a friend)

that outfit lineup was the thing that made me realise shes trans btw. like it just clicked. you guys know what i mean right. who am i talking to. can anyone hear me. its so dark in here.

[shinycollarboneapologist]

Ok this is kind of super slutty but thinking about bbf!matty and him being super jealous that he wasn’t reader’s first time maybe it comes up in a conversation kinda like the one in pt. 1 where she says the guys at school are boring and her first time was bad , I just see him working himself up about it in his head like “I would’ve taken such good care of her, that guy was a pig, I have to show her how a real man would please her” etc. like jaw clenching and all that

OR conversely….

He IS reader’s first time and he either (1) doesn’t know because she wants to seem cool and experienced to him (hence her being a needy little thing) or (2) he does know and he takes it as a challenge to set the bar really high for her sexual encounters and he’s super caring (as much as a early 20’s boy can be, but he’s trying his best!)

ok but i love super slutty so im here for this. (all of this tbh)

what if i told u ... that there is a mix of all this coming your way?

so when writing the reader i lowkey always felt that she was a virgin but not virginal. like she's done other things but the whole p in v wasn't one of them. and its not for any particular reason, shes just busy and you don't really meet people on the street like "hey wanna be my first time <3" so its kind of on the back burner. but matty would be ... so so so caring. (he cares deeply for her even though he's a silly early 20's guy with a big ego and he often thinks with his dick a little too hard). and whether he knows or not, he's still shocked by the way she handles herself and does the things she does and the things she says to him ... (wrote the smut already and her mouth would make matty look like a saint.. js) but i agree that he would set the bar realllllyyyy high for thsoe sexual encounters (regardless if he was her first or not, he's got an ego and can't have her being with other people without thinking about him and how he would do things . alternatively, he would rather she doesn't get with other people, but that's just a personal preference of his own that he doesn't really want to delve into rn) and tying that up to your first bullet point, when they do manage to chit chat about her limited sexual encounters he feels a bit jealous but he laughs when she does because who wouldn't laugh when she tells him about how her boyfriend at 15 rubbed the top of her thigh for 15 minutes and then asked if she came. he's selfish, and also thinks she deserves the best despite him not always feeling like he is. so matty just has to prove his point and get her off right then and there.

[calypso-finale]

Ninety One.

I love handling business there is no denying that, I enjoy doing all this business “so what I think is do it, if you said it’s all done fully edited why is it waiting around? Like it’s been what two weeks since the incident and you are sitting around on it. I don’t think he will hate you for it, he will more then likely be ok about it” I want him to release the content in regards to his cancer, watching that video made me cry. Just to see him in that state, it’s very raw “I think it’s a little odd to keep Rylee in there, but she was part of it and she explains a lot of it. Keep Aziel in it, don’t worry about that shit I got it, I know you worried that Rylee might come at you for it but she won’t, I got it. Keep Aziel in it, upload it as it is, and yeah” looking at the screen, the video played back again, seeing Oakley before the chemo, that is the Oakley I knew “fuck I miss the guy” Aziel ran into the room “to all the people that said I had cancer your moment is here, day one of Chemo” he said on the video “doing it for you” he picked up Aziel “this video is for you, if I don’t come out of this, just know your dad was a G” he reached over to turn the camera off “take it off” I said to Wadz, it progressively gets not nice but it’s the harsh truth “put a warning on it but say he is in remission, just do it. People that said he had cancer, spoke on that shit I hope they fucking feel it because he didn’t deserve that” Wadz nodded his head “they going to wake him tomorrow morning, I am going to be there. I am nervous about it, I don’t know how to feel or how he will feel about it all, he may say why did I save him, or he may not be the same and that scares me the most. Imagine he like not the fucking same guy?” he shook his head “I have been praying for him, he is a good kid and I feel like he gets played a lot, even in the music industry, they hate to take him seriously, but he is fucking drawing in numbers, it’s crazy. Since this has happened his albums have got back into the charts, his singles too. Like the fans are pushing it, he has a good strong fanbase in Europe and I love that, but I believe he will be back with us, hopefully he will she he is loved, and always has been, just people are cruel” I kind of mumbled the last part because my daughter has been one of them, she hasn’t been good.

Saint thinks he is funny, he thinks he can act clever with my daughter and post things about her and say things about her online. Then threaten her with a sex tape, I will fuck him over and his dad, I do not care. He has pissed me off, he is reacting butt hurt over a split and acting like this because she doesn’t fucking want him, the fucking world could see but it looked good on paper, they was both using each other but he wants to act like this. I have his number, I am pissed off because he is leaking pictures of my daughter of them in bed, nothing sexual but fucking still it will get to that point if so, pressing my phone to ear, I will fly to LA just to beat him if so, I don’t mind that either “hi” he picked up “I don’t want to speak to you, but you grown enough for a motherfucking beating. You are nothing, I will put you where your dad was, in a fucking mental asylum, you take that shit off and apologise to my daughter” I ain’t being nice, he chuckled “she played me and then comes at me saying we over because she is stuck on him, and he tried to kill himself? Not my fucking fault, not my fault she is a shit mother” he retorted “weren’t you the one following her around because you knew she wasn’t held down by you? Mhmmm Saint, my daughter is better then you, you live through your name, and being the son of Kim, the very person sucking dick. I ain’t fucking playing, I will come there and beat your ass, you take that shit down in five minutes or I am coming there, I don’t care who you are!” I put the phone down, I am about to get my jet ready because I think he wants me to come, he doesn’t believe me at all. When it comes to my kids, I will do anything “so you going to LA?” Wadz asked “yeah but I will be back” I laughed “I will ride for my kids until I can’t anymore, I love them even though they annoy me” which they do.

When I said I would go back to LA I meant it, I came back to this place for this because he didn’t want to listen and also he doesn’t know I am here, I just jumped on the jet after five minutes. I think my family about to be shocked to see me home, I didn’t tell anyone at all “dickhead” closing the door behind me to the house, he really made me fucking come back because he can’t fucking listen, but I will beat him up, he thinks he’s clever “Chris” Amerie said “hey, I am back” I laughed “I thought you was in London for a longer?” she asked “I was supposed to be but something came up and I need to do it but I will be back there ASAP, kids in school?” I asked, “they are, you will see them before you go?” nodding my head “of course I will” hearing little feet hitting the floor, seeing both Aziel and Emi “look at you two besties” Aziel seems happy, I like this “come” waving them over, Rylee came up behind them, but she just moved away, like she feels I don’t want to see her “am I strong enough to pick you both up? Oh my” leaning down “muscles activated” I groaned out picking them both “look at you two, both getting on. Missed you both” Aziel poked my dimple “you kids love doing that, you leave papa dimple alone now” Robyn looks flabbergasted to see me “excuse me?” she just said, “I think you’re supposed to say welcome home” making my way over to her “but you never said you was coming back?” leaning down to her, pecking her lips “I know it’s a flying visit really” walking into the living room “is papa strong? Holding you both, how is little Emi? You good? Following big goofy here” he has some goofy teeth” she smiled “oh your goofy too, bunch of goofs” placing them down on the couch “flying visit?” Robyn said behind me “yeah well, when people don’t listen I have to make sure they do” Robyn let out an oh “I am listening” I have to laugh “well it’s your favourite child” I pointed “she is yours and everyone knows that” I chuckled, Rylee is sat so silent, she isn’t saying a thing like she usually does.

Robyn of course wants to know why I am here; I mean it is a shock “I threaten Sain and he didn’t listen. I said I would come here, and I did. So Rylee and I will be going to Kim home, we going to do this. Because nobody fucks with my family like that, my daughter isn’t no fucking Kim, she has class. So yeah” Robyn looked at Rylee “your dad does care, he always has so you come for that and then you’re going back?” nodding my head “right, so how is things there?” Robyn asked “they are waking him tomorrow? Well maybe it is tomorrow there, my mind is a mess with time zones, but they are waking him up so see how that goes and yeah. They are releasing the cancer video, soon. Maybe they have, Rylee is in it, and Aziel too but it explains a lot, so it needed to be shown and Robyn, I also invested in Oakley. I am taking care of his overheads, sorry I didn’t mention it, but it just happened in the moment, I snapped at the accountant because they wasn’t being good” I hope she doesn’t snap about it, that she does understand “I didn’t expect anything less from you Chris, that is fine. You told me so the video is out now or soon?” Robyn asked “erm, I will let you know but it made me cry, it goes through his journey, and I am sure Rylee knows that, I think being there in that setting it was hard to see but then reliving it, it’s horrible. It breaks my heart to see how he was within himself but yeah, have some tissues. You can see what I saw when I went there for the week to take care of him” Robyn put her head down.

I stifled out a yawn, my body is a mess going from country to country but my anger for Saint is fuelling me. He is fucking with the wrong daughter because it isn’t fucking with mine, he is being very wrong. I rather he wrote something but pictures, I don’t like that shit and I will knock his block off “you don’t have to sit in silence” I said to Rylee, she is with me in the car to go there. I am not having the shit of this back and forth, Kim can either fix it or I will myself “I didn’t think you would want to talk to me” she mumbled “that is true but you’re making the car ride awkward” looking over at her “what did your therapist say? How is it going? Have you told him what you needed” she is just sat here mute “he said that I needed therapy from the start, that I held a lot in. And a lot of things in my life was masked, I use a mechanism to cover myself. I am copying mom but with mom she went Barbados, I cheat” I chuckled “I can tell, I mean why do you feel the need to cheat?” I asked “because rappers cheat a lot on the road, I just get there first. He said that the love I gave to Oakley was toxic, he said he doesn’t deny that you don’t love him because you wouldn’t have lasted, he gave you the sanity you needed but when things got rocky you go into a place where you see yourself as a child and run, and that is my trauma” reaching over and holding her hand “I’m sorry” l apologised, Rylee let out a little sob “don’t be dad” she strained out “I just don’t know but I feel I am getting there with it, like I feel better but I said I want to heal with my son and he said that I can, but I have to be first. Aziel is distant with me, he saw me with Saint, he didn’t like it. He held on to his comfort and it was Grace, I ruined him dad” shaking my head “you haven’t, like he’s still young and he will heal. There is time Rylee” I think Rylee knows she fucked up, I think she gets it “how is Oakley, did you see him” moving my hand back “erm I did, they let me see him and I was sad to see him in that state, it hurt my heart. He’s how you expect him to be, tubes around him but yeah. He’s in a coma, there really isn’t much to say Rylee” I can’t tell her things I have no knowledge of because he’s just in the hospital bed “I feel so bad, mom said you can’t have loved him but I really do. Only person I thought of was him, that was it. I just wanted him, and I still do, dad I get I fucked up but I was hurt because he hurt me, Kenza out of everyone, if he told me it wasn’t his I would have flown back to London and got back with him” I sighed out “don’t say that, see that is toxic” this girl needs to get this behaviour out of her “but I do really love him but he wasn’t forgiving me for what I was doing and all he wanted me to do was get better I made a mistake with what I said, I didn’t mean it at all. He is my heart, dad I really love him. It’s not just that, we have a bond, and he knows that. Just it’s a mess, I become so vengeful” she needs to fix herself, because the way she acts is not good at all, I hate it.

Smiling at Kim, she seems like she’s none the wiser, but I know she knows “is Saint here” I asked “I know he is hiding here; I haven’t come here to talk like that I just want this over with” she closed the door “erm yes I can get him, but I did tell him to put the videos down, I promise you I did. I told him that it was wrong” nodding my head, I just want her to get her shit son, I am tired, and I have been on that jet and now I am here “it will be sorted, but I need you to sort yourself out” I pointed, I just disagree with how he is handling it, you cannot air out a woman because you was second best. Saint looked a little taken a back that I did come “I told you I would come, you fuck with my kids you know. I told you to take the pictures down” he is stood behind his mom, it’s funny “I did nothing wrong” I laughed “the pictures are private, the bath tub? My daughter in it? I am asking you nicely to take it down and stop posting shit about her, how can you be hurt over you both using each other? You knew she just come out of a relationship, what did you expect? For her to love you” I laughed “she played me” he said “I would play you, I would use you to get my name out there. Doesn’t mean I want you, so fucking delete it” he is going to piss me off now “Saint just take me off, please. You don’t need to do this and make things hard because secrets will come out, you knew what this was” Rylee said, Kim is looking a little stressed out “I will do it when I want too” Saint is being funny “your ego is hurt I get it" I added “your daughter jumped to me, it was easy” I squinted my eyes “and how many times did I call you Oakley that you flung me off you, stop being a dickhead and fucking delete it!” looking at Rylee, I have had enough, I only moved and he ran off “Kim, I don’t want us to fall out, I promise you we had no issues but he needs to delete that shit or I am going to knock his fucking head off, you deal with it now!” she put her hands up “just wait here, please” she said to me walking off.

Looking at Rylee “he hurt you?” I asked “no he didn’t but like it was a shock he did that, like ok I said the wrong name a few times, it happens. He is protective of me too, so much so he deleted  everything of Oakley from my phone but I had the pictures stored on my dropbox so they are there, he was thinking I was in contact with Oakley because I kept mentioning his name and he didn’t like it, just so annoying” taking in a deep breath “he is making me mad, I need that shit done. I don’t want to fall out with them, this family always been in our life” this is going to make us fall out “you can check, it’s gone” Kim said, Saint has come back but I haven’t come here for nothing “good, look I don’t want no hard feelings, I want you to still be there at family events. I am not mad, it’s just a shame you both split so no hard feelings ok?” I got my hand out, Kim looked at Saint “go on” she said to him “just that we are family friends” Saint made his way over to me and shook my hand, I grabbed him and pulled him into me “next time I fucking tell you something you fucking do it, got it? I ain’t going to hit you but you motherfucking listen or I will break your legs next time, and you go near my daughter, I swear I will fuck you up. And if anything is put up I’ll be fucking back” letting his hand go “let’s go” he lucky I didn’t fucking hit him because it was there.

“Thank you dad” Rylee said “well I am doing my job as a father, but really Robyn and I did make a lot of mistakes, we fucked up our daughters in a way with us being so childish, but you can make a difference. Aziel can be happy and can accept what is happening if his mom is there, I am sorry that we did that to you kids and there is nothing we can do about it because you are all of age, therapy will help immensely” looking at my dashboard “Wadz is calling, do not speak a word. I am serious” answering the call “Bro” I said, “Chris hey, you good?” he asked “I am, a little messed up mentally. I do not know what time I am on; my body is fucked. How you?” I think it’s morning there, I am not even sure, I am lost with time badly, maybe it’s evening “I am good, thought I would let you know that Oakley is awake, they woke him. He came around well, he was responsive, but he’s got some loss of memory and it’s just crazy to see, the doctor said it will come back eventually to him but right now he is just coming around, the brain is healing but he is responding. He just doesn’t understand why he is there, and when I went in he just said did I fall. I just said yeah for now” I cringed “damn, what has he forgotten? Is it major things?” always something “he looked at his mom and said where is Rylee” looking at Rylee “really?” he remembers this brat child of mine “yeah, and I was like oh great his mom is about to say some shit, but she said not here right now, but the way he said it so calmly like nothing happened. I said Aziel misses you and he just said yeah the bros miss me, so do I. He is just saying some really odd things Chris” he laughed in disbelief “so it’s like he’s forgotten things, but it’s a good thing that he will heal” he remembered Rylee though, poor guy.

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I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE NOTIFICATION 💗💗💗💗💗💗

Ok so first of all you made me cry AGAIN, this was absolutely beautiful darling, like everything I wanted and even more, but let’s star from the beginning.

Ok so reading Feyd’s thoughts at the start, my poor heart, how he was all she betrayed me but I still look at her like she is a saint, how he still wants to know she is safe, HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AND MY POOR HEART CAN’T HANDLE IT.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

Im sorry but I love him so fucking much, he is so ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 his love for HER 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 just WOW.

And then my poor baby hearing the blood pact, like his entire monologue there, him just quietly accepting his love, slowly dying, not knowing the future, just hearing the betrayal and him only thinking about that, the pain of knowing Paul mixed his blood first with her, the jealousy, the heartbreak, oooohhh I seriously ADORE HIM.

His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

Oh to have someone who loves you to the point of madness like Feyd ☺️💗

I loved that we got to meet a spy, that she helped them and that she stayed with Feyd even knowing how he was going to react to her and the situation.

The whole poisoned dagger was amazing, I knew it something like that was gonna happen since last chapter, ofc he was gonna recognize her dagger, who was given to her by her love of her life 🥰❤️‍🔥 seriously everything she did was so HARKONNEN TO ME 👏🏻 Feyd should be sooo proud of her quick thinking.

Paul I just can’t stand him, I hate him, also like poor Chani he just doesn’t care, so happy he finally logged off from the world hahahahaha.

"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."

I really thought you couldn’t write something that would make me love it more than HER DREAM with Feyd and their babies but oh boy I was wrong.

FEYD’s DREAM IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE 💗

Can we talk about how SOFT it was, THAT BOY DESERVES SO MUCH BUT SOFTNESS IS GOT TO BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE LIST 👏🏻

My heart was beating wildly reading it, her kissing him, telling him about their little na-Baron 😭💗 are you kidding me that’s sooooooo cuteeeee, and Feyd’s reaction - wait little na-Baron? Hahahaha so so adorable.

To HIS BABYGIRL BEING THEREEEEEEEEEEE TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 I needed that mental image of him holding her, being all panicked and afraid of hurting her, GOSH FEYD RAUTHA WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT 😭💗 TO FEYDOR GOING TO THEIR ROOM, DEMANING HUGS 😭😭 noooo nooo nooo my poor weak heart. This was the most BEAUTIFUL THING EVER, I’m sooooo sooo in love with this 💖

Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.

The four of them falling asleep together hugging each other, oh, my heart hurts to think about kid Feyd and everything that happened to him, but soars thinking about EVERYTHING HE IS GOING TO EXPERIENCE in the future, all the love he is going to be surrounded with from his little family 💗💝💖 just perfection.

To then have him wake up into the reality and I have to say him being concerned about killing the spy bc how is it going to affect his right hand was adorable, yes he still hurt her a little but he made sure she got help so it’s all good 💗💗💗 HE HAS CHANGED SOOOOOOO MUCH, like seriously talk about character growth 👏🏻🥰

To the ritual, WOOOOOOW, I did not see that coming, like my mind thought of 10 different scenarios and neither was it hahahahahha, it was amazing, also so poetic to have her kill Paul in that way, NOT ONLY DID SHE KILLED HIM, SHE STOLE ALL HIS POWER, and everything in the name of HER AND HER BARON 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

And more than 1 month she was fighting death, damn, and Feyd stayed BY HER SIDE THE WHOLE TIME 🫠 seriously this man is 😍

Him acting all hurt and angry but STILL HE CATCHED HER 😭😭😭😭 and was so gentle with her.

Her being all sassy and SO SURE OF WHAT SHE WANTS and that she no longer wants to waste time and just wants him 💗 1000000/10 yes honey goooo and get your man.

"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.

I loved how the roles reversed in that part this was all feyd being feral for her before and him acting like her trying to be serious, I am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE 💗

That was so tender, such a precious moment between them, all the kisses everywhere, just so lovely and sweet.

"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."

Spoken like a true BARONESS - EMPRESS - LEADER 👏🏻💗

I screamed FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭💗💗💗💗💗 damn girl it took you forever hahahaha. And her TELLING FEYD SHE LOVES HIM OMFG and him telling her ABOUT DAMN TIME ☺️💗 ooooohh they are sooooooo precious together.

And FINALLY FINALLYYYYYYYY THEY WERE ABLE TO BE TOGETHER WITHOUT ANYONE INTERRUPTING THEM ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Omg it was so hot, soooo very them but tender at the same time, it was just perfection, such a beautiful scene and I’m so happy we got interrupted the previous times bc I’m sure it wouldn’t have been like it was here, soooo thank you for giving us this scene now when the time was right for them 💗💗💗💗💗

MINE. ONLY MINE

"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Feyd just 🫠🥵 I want to scream I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM, again CHARACTER GROWTH was INSANEEEEEEEEE here, I’m obsessed with him, and them, and this story 😭💗

That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.

Now this I WAS NOT EXPECTING, omfg, KATERINA IS COMING PEOPLE, he is going to be such a good dad, I loveeeee the fact he dreamt of her and Feydor already, I love that he already loves his family so much, HES TOTALLY A girls DADDY, can you imagine him being so precious and playing with Katerina, like playing with dolls, having tea parties, dressing up, she being his little princess, HIS LITTLE WARRIOR GIRL, oh he’s gonna be soooooo 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 and then when his baby boy gets home doing everything again for him 😍💗💗💗💗💗

I’m sooooo soooooooo in love, this story was FUCKING PERFECTION DARLING, I’m amazed of the world you built, the characters, the relationships, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING, this is going to be one of my favorite FEYD stories EVEEEEEER. This takes all stars all the awards, everything absolutely amazing and stunning, loved the drama, the betrayal, the sexiness, the feelings, the plot, the LOVE 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for writing this and sharing it with us mere mortals 😭💗 it was such a fun and lovely adventure, IT WAS ALL WORTH IT, I did doubt you for a little bit when the betrayal took place but I had faith it was going to be ok at the end and it was SPECTACULAR.

Can’t wait for the epilogue, I’m so excited for it 👏🏻💗💗💗💗

Sending you alllll my loveeeeeeee and good vibes your way honey, I hope you have an amazing day, that you are happy bc you just made me SOOOO SOOOO FREAKING HAPPY 💗💗💗💗 that you are healthy and safe.

Our FEYD got his HAPPY ENDING with US 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Sorry for any grammatical errors I was so happy and excited and crying hahahaha

Right Hand VI

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: You're tired of listening to others and of being afraid of prophecies that don't make sense and that were made up by someone else. Your present belonged only to you. And hell knows, you're going to take your future too. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; I was listening to 'Down Bad' by Taylor and I used quotes from a few of them; TEXT NOT CHECKED - I' barely managed to write it on time' I've just ended it and wanted to post it for you, since you are waiting for it so long; it took me ages but I hope you will like it; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART V ~•♤♤♤•~ Epilogue ~•♤♤♤•~

Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Prime—or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successor—made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in it—something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.

But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.

He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.

"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."

He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.

"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.

Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.

The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.

"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.

He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.

He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.

"Leave him to me. I want… to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes." The cool, composed tone of your voice that you used many times when the two of you dealt with inconvenient prisoners did nothing to inspire his hope or quench his rage.

You really betrayed him. You, of all people. How stupid and naive he was to believe you. He should have killed you the moment his eyes met yours. You were an intruder. A spy in disguise. His bittersweet end.

The door slams shut behind Atreides. Feyd hears your footsteps, the sand from your soles falling back onto the ground—the same ground where his black, thick blood is now flowing. You walk over to him; if he could focus enough, he would see the toes of your shoes.

You kneel in front of him, gently tugging on his head, causing him to rest on your shoulder. He can smell your blood dripping from your hand. You stain his head with it. Under any other circumstances, he would have appreciated how close you were to him, but now, with the sword rubbing uncomfortably against his insides, your touch doesn't bring any comfort at all. Even your lips pressed against his forehead cannot calm the volcano of emotions boiling inside him. But he is helpless. He is unable to do anything; he is completely surrendered to your grace. It wouldn't bother him a few hours ago. Now he hated it.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, then use the voice on him to tell him to fall asleep. When he drifts off to sleep at your command, he is already planning how he will take revenge on you. And hell knows you're going to pay him for it.

"He'll be furious." One of your spies comments as she helps you carry Feyd's body out of the sietch.

Inessa was the only Harkonnen woman you could reasonably trust. She's done your dirty work many times, but... never THIS. You somewhat understood her concerns, but currently, when you both had to carry Feyd through the Fremen corridors and go unnoticed, you didn't necessarily approve of it.

"I am aware." You reply, looking around. Inessa and you somehow patched up Feyd's wound. Now you had to either drag him to the surface yourself and hope that someone would find him in the chaos of the fight or leave him with some of his soldiers.

You didn't like any of these ideas. But you had to do what you planned if you wanted to regain your freedom, even if it meant that Feyd would hate you for it for infinity.

"Fucking angry. I'm serious, Y/N." Inessa warns you again. You roll your eyes at her, for a Harkonnen she was very fearful.

You remember how her hands were shaking a few minutes ago as you both stitched up your new Baron. It was a makeshift dressing and still required treatment by a doctor, but it was enough to get Feyd to the ship and back to base. During this time, you will take care of everything here. You hope that by the time he wakes up, you will have finished what you set out to do. Otherwise, you don't see your future well.

"Just get him out of here." You grumble, turning into a side corridor, and encounter Harkonnen soldiers fighting the Fremen as they kill the last of them, their eyes shifting to the two of you. You nod at them. Without a word, they approach you and take Feyd from you. Inessa looks at you, worried.

"What if he wakes up?"

"You stuffed him with painkillers, and I ordered him to sleep. He won't get up until you're back on the ship." The woman sighs and shakes her head, looking at you intently as you speak.

"Y/N. You've had some… creatively stupid ideas, but this one is the worst of them all. He won't give up. You know it. So why are you doing this?" She asks, taking you off guard for a moment.

She was right. You could have returned to the ship with them, gone back to the safety of Giedi Prime, and let Feyd fight Paul alone. You could have let go and stopped participating in a war that wasn't yours. But at what cost? You've been obeying someone all your life. Bene Gesserit. Prophecies. Feyd. It's finally time for you to deal the cards. And you will do it. In your and Feyd's best interests. You just hoped that he could… forgive you, or see the reasoning behind your actions.

"For myself. For my freedom. For us. This is the only way to end the matter of Atreides, Fremen, and Arrakis. The only effective way."

"Don't you know it yet? You will never be free. We women will never enjoy men's freedom. There will always be someone to whom you must submit. You can't change your fate."

"Then I'd rather die trying." You say, turning on your heel. You don't look back to see her reaction to your words. You had too little time.

The burning sensation on your hand only reminded you of running out of it. The dagger that Feyd gave you must have also had an effect on Atreides. You don't know how advanced he is in Bene Gesserit teachings, so you had to hurry before he detected the poison in his body. Or, God forbid, neutralise it.

You wipe your sweating forehead with the sleeve of your hand as your body begins to fight the poison slowly accumulating in your body. The antidote rested safely in a small syringe hidden in the handle of the dagger you kept strapped to your thigh. You just had to use it when the time was right.

You hope you will get everything done before you die.

You wander through the corridors without knowing where you are. You just have a feeling in the back of your head about where you should go. Besides, the escaping Harkonnens kind of showed you the way into the sietch.

Your hands are shaking as you slowly approach the main room—the one where the Fremen usually gather for large meetings and in case of an attack. Still, you thank Feyd for forcing you to attend the Harkonenn war meetings. At least now you are more familiar with the location of the Fremen's rooms and methods.

The closer you get to the main hall, the more Fremen women push past you, and you feel a little more confident walking through the crowd with them, confident that they are leading you to your place of harm in case of an attack. Even though the Harkonnen were already retreating from the area, some of them were still fighting the Fremen, who craved the blood on their swords and didn't let them just leave. You can only imagine the Feyd's wrath that they will have to face. His men didn't come... fully armed. Apparently it was supposed to be a quick action—get in and out with you, then launch a full attack and invasion.

You know that once he wakes up and heals up a bit, he's going to paint these halls with blood before he burns them to the ground.

Entering the main room, you immediately take a seat by the wall, watching all the Fremen gathering, carefully looking for Atreides among them. He probably had to make sure they "cleared" the halls from the Harkonnens. It makes you sick to think of them bragging about this as a victory over the Harkonnens. It makes you wish you had a little bomb with you...

"Are you already hiding in the shadows?" You shiver when you hear him whisper in your ear. You haven't learned to recognise his steps yet. They were irregular, different, and hard to detect and remember—as if he were constantly moving through the sand like a feather.

"The quicker I adapt, the better, right?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge. He shakes his head in amusement and watches the Fremen gather with you. It's strange that somehow no one has noticed him yet.

"I'm starting to understand why my cousin kept you so close to him."

"Cousin?" You ask in shock, turning your head towards him so you can look at him. This time he ignores you, not shifting his gaze from the Fremen.

"A little surprise. Maybe we all have a bit of Harkonnen in us after all?" He banters without giving you any of his attention. You snort indignantly, looking at the gathering people again.

"You look tired." You comment, wanting to tease him. You can barely keep yourself from stabbing him with your poisoned dagger a few times. But since he was talking to you so... carelessly, it meant he couldn't detect the poison. Good for you.

"I always am. I will rest when I sit peacefully on the imperial throne."

You would laugh at him if you could. He might easily sit on the emperor's throne, but he wouldn't be able to hold power over all the families for long. Certainly not if you and Feyd had anything to say about it.

Your heart clenches as you remember the moment you stabbed him. You had to. There was no other way to get rid of him long enough for you to take care of everything here. Also, he wouldn't allow you to do that if he knew what you were up to. Besides, if you didn't stab him, Atreides and he would get into a fight. Unfortunately, you weren't that confident in Feyd's abilities. He would be in a state of distraction if your well-being was at stake.

Besides, Atreides' words convinced you of this decision more than anything else.

More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

If there was anything you could praise about Paul Atreides, it was his cunning. And you were sure that if Atreides was somehow going to defeat Feyd, it would be through intrigue and trickery. And then you weren't ready to save your baron. So you had to use drastic measures to get him out and allow yourself to function fully. You couldn't give Atreides any leverage or advantage over you. You certainly couldn't reveal what a weakness Feyd was to you.

"Hmm… you have to survive first." You answered thoughtfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head to look at you. His intense, analysing gaze makes you burn as you have to endure his unwanted attention.

"With such a talented Bene Gesserit as MY right hand? I have not the slightest doubt. You proved your loyalty by killing my cousin. I have no doubt that you are capable of great things. However... this sudden change of sides is shocking, I must admit."

"Why? Because I chose something better for myself? It was the same with Feyd. I could either stay among the Bene Gesserit and hope they wouldn't send me to breed with anyone, or I could take matters into my own hands. And I don't like blindly entrusting my fate to someone else, Atreides."

"I see... you look good with independence, Harkonnen witch, but don't forget who you answer to."

"Of course, Fremen messiah." The nickname you give him makes me chuckle. He reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look carefully at his bandaged hand, which you pierced with a dagger.

You find yourself comparing his hands to Feyd's. Harkonnen's hands were hard, rough, trained from years of using all kinds of weapons. Atrdida's hands were smoother, less stained by effort. Another difference between them was that Feyd would never let anyone bandage the wound you gave him. He would rather wear them proudly until the wound heals itself. You should think it's sick, but years spent by his side have taught you… to appreciate such gestures. Maybe you really had a completely different perception of normality?

Atreides' fingers trace your jaw, caressing it gently. You look into his eyes and immediately see the familiar gleam of audacity in them. He looked at you like you were a prize—a nice thing that he managed to take from his enemy, which he can now put on his bedside table and look at to remember his victory. Under any other circumstances, you would have bitten his fingers off, but unfortunately, you had to behave. But only for a moment longer.

"What do you think you're doing?" An angry, cold female voice echoes behind you. Before you know it, you're being pushed sideways against the wall. A dagger at your throat. You act automatically. You attack a woman, disarm her, and push her against a wall. But before you can put a dagger at her throat yourself, Atreides steps between you.

"What's necessary, Chani. I would suggest you not attack my guest." The woman glares at him, and for a moment, you think she's going to attack him or spit on him. Then her anger shifts to you.

"This Harkonnen witch has killed more of our people than any of them. She should be dead, not taken in as a guest." She growls furiously, giving you a distrustful, mad look. You understand her perfectly. If you were in her place, you would do the same. Only Feyd, unlike Atreides, couldn't stop you from hurting your rival.

"It's not up to you to decide her fate."

Chani gives the two of you one last hateful glare and pushes past Atreides, moving into the crowd, away from the two of you. You look at the woman carefully, analysing her gait and posture. Similar to Atreides. So you found his teacher.

"Your…"

"Concubine." He finishes, thus answering your question. You raise an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"I see."

"Jealous?" This time, you can't help but snort in amusement, giggling at his absurd question.

"I would sonner be jealous of a sandworm than of you. What is bewteen us is just an agreement. Don't forget that, Atreides."

"That's why I like you. Give me a moment. We'll talk later. Don't go anywhere. I will find you."

He puts his hand on your shoulder. You assume he thinks it's a gesture of reassurance, but it's not for you. You anxiously wait for him to move away from you so he can speak to the crowd of Fremen.

You shiver as you briefly make eye contact with Chani, who is standing at the other end of the room. She's still seething with rage. You're not entirely sure why she's so devoted to Atreides, but after thinking about it longer, you realise what her reason is for being so protective over him. You would probably do the same things for Feyd as she did for Paul. However, you would be... more ruthless towards your rival. You wave to the woman, smirking. She looks away from you, focusing her gaze on Atreides.

You study him as well, carefully observing him as he speaks to the Fremen. He is imperious and powerful, but also arrogant and conceited. His overconfidence that he acquired among the Fremen—the belief that he was the chosen one—will lead to his death. You will lead him to death. Otherwise, no one will stand a chance against him. He had one significant thing that could ensure his victory: a huge crowd of people who blindly believed that he would bring them salvation if they obediently followed his every request.

And maybe you would feel sorry for these people and try to help them if your own freedom and future weren't on the line.

You play with the handle of your dagger. You press a small button. A small ampoule with a needle falls into your hand. You hiss, injecting the contents of the ampoule into your arm.

Atreides was right. - You think, listening carefully to the man's speech to the crowd. - More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

The faint hum of the ship's engine gives Feyd a clear indication of where he is. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. He's in the bedroom of one of Harkonnen's ships. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and looks at his bare chest. He furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise when he sees no wound or bandage—just a tiny, sealed scar in the area where you pierced him with the sword.

"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."

Feyd's heart skips a beat when he feels your lips brushing on the skin of his neck and hears you calling yourself his wife. He allows himself to drown in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. He buries his nose in your hair, shuddering slightly as you place small kisses on his neck and lick his skin, teasing him. However, one thing was still bothering him…

"Little Na-Baron?" He asks, confused, when you lazily stroke his head with your fingers, drawing patterns on its pale skin.

"Our son. I pleased you so well last night that you forgot about our son, or are you just not awake yet, darling?" You ask him teasingly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time.

Feyd is speechless when he sees the spark of malice in your eyes and the beautiful smile you give him. Your beauty, the calmness with which you lie curled on his chest—as if it were the most normal thing you do every day—and the strange warmth that spreads across his chest because of it make him lose his ability to speak.

You giggle, pulling him closer to you and placing a tender, gentle kiss on his lips. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his plush lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you claim him as yours. Feyd feels himself starting to harden just from the feeling of your lips on his and the teasing movements of your fingers around his nipples.

"I…" He tries to speak, but then he hears the baby's soft whimpering. He tenses up, unaccustomed to any interaction with children.

His gaze goes from the cradle placed in the corner of the room to you in pure panic, as he has no idea what to do with the crying baby. But you don't seem to care about the baby crying as much as he does. You groan in protest and pull away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"Mhm... go to her, it's your turn." You mumble, not giving him a glance, as you hug the pillow instead of him. He starts to be a little jealous, but that feeling fades away, replaced by panic as the baby's cries intensify.

"Now you're letting me go?" He asks, hoping you'll change your mind and take care of the crying demon in the cradle yourself.

"I simply found a better use for you elsewhere." He huffs, leaning towards you and ruffling your hair. You punch him in the chest and force him out of bed. He rolls his eyes at you and turns hesitantly towards the crib.

He feels his legs shaking and his heart beating with nervousness. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is stressed and nervous by a crying baby in a cradle. He breathes deeply as he stands over the cradle.

His world stops when his eyes meet small irises that are a similar shade of blue to his. And his heart stops when he sees a little copy of you. Your child is undoubtedly a reflection of you. She only has his eyes, but the colour of her skin and hair, the shape of her nose, mouth, and eyes are all you. Feyd's heart pounds as he stares at the small miracle before him. Suddenly, the sounds reach him again. Panicked, he takes the baby gently, making sure not to accidentally hurt her, and in a few quick steps, he is by your side again.

"I… I think it is hungry." He says, reaching out towards you to hand the baby to you as quickly as possible.

"Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, did you just call our daughter it?" You ask angrily, sitting on the bed and looking at him furious. You sigh at his helpless expression and take your daughter from him. "Forgive daddy, Katerina. He doesn't usually behave like this." You mumble sweetly to the baby, trying to calm her down.

Miraculously, because Feyd can't call it anything else, you manage to calm down the baby in your embrace, her little lips pursing in dissatisfaction as she waits for you to feed her. Feyd swears she makes the exact same face you do when you're impatient or angry. His heart melts even more at the image in front of him.

Feyd sits on the edge of the bed, watching in fascination as you feed your baby. This scene seems... unreal to him. He had never experienced anything like this before—the feelings of warmth, safety, and boundless love and devotion that appear in him when he looks at the two of you.

He may have had vague memories of his mother singing bedtime lullabies to him and Rabban, but... he had never felt the way he did with you and your daughter. He had never felt that disarming feeling of home that made him allow himself to become vulnerable for the first time in many years.

He uncertainly reaches towards the child and gently strokes his daughter's head. The colour of her hair is identical to yours. Feyd's lips form involuntarily in a smile when the child reaches her little hand to his fingers, tightening his fist firmly. As she gently moves his hand away from her head, she does not let her grip on his fingers loosen. She was strong for a baby. She certainly had a warrior nature inherited from both of you. Feyd couldn't wait to train her...

He found himself thinking that all he wanted was to curl up in this bed with you and hold you safely in his arms before he would be brutally torn from this beautiful dream or vision.

He sits on the bed, looking at the two of you, when suddenly the bedroom door opens. The thud of small feet on the metal floor echoes around the room, and that's all the warning Feyd gets before the little white-haired boy lunges at him.

"Dad! Dad! We'll be there soon! I can't wait. Uncle Rabban told me that there are huge oceans that can swallow our ships if we land wrong! Is it true?" Asks the child, sitting on his lap and holding him tightly.

Feyd hesitantly wraps his arms around the boy, making sure he doesn't accidentally fall from his lap to the floor. His gaze quickly shifts to you in utter confusion. Rabban as a caring, mischievous uncle? What the hell was that supposed to be?

"Your uncle has a habit of distorting some facts, Feydor. I assure you we'll be fine. And Lankiveil is wonderful, isn't it, honey?" You ask Feyd, resting Katerina on your shoulder and making sure she burps.

"Yes. It is beautiful." He says, unconsciously running a hand through his son's hair as he looks at the three of you, unable to get over the shock and awe.

"I want a hug." Your son demands. You laugh as you pull him closer to you. When you see that Feyd isn't moving to join you all, you grab his hand and gently guide him back to the soft pillows. You lie there curled up, you with Katerina on your chest, Feydor between you and him as you wrap your arms around each other.

His son mutters something to his sister, but Feyd doesn't hear him. All he can do is stare at the three of you in amazement.

"Now sleep. Both of you. I don't want to hear any grumpy complaints about not getting enough sleep, okay, my boys?"

'It only happened once." Feydor mumbles, manoeuvring your and Feyd's hands to hug him tightly. "Besides, Dad was whining worse than me."

"I have no doubt that was the case. Your dad is a terribly fussy and grumpy man." You laugh and lean in to place a quick kiss on Feyd's lips. He strokes your waist, moving closer to you and your son as baby Katerina mumbles something in a language only she knows.

Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.

The younger Feyd would certainly laugh at him and mock him for such a trivial goal he had set for himself, but what more could he want with the title of baron and you by his side?

He saw perfectly well how the lives of his uncle and emperor turned out and knew the tragic fate of great people in power who decided to devote their entire lives to achieving the greatest possible influence. Feyd didn't want to follow in their footsteps. He wanted you. He realised, with horror, that this was enough for him—the vision or dream he had now was his ideal future.

"I love you." He whispers to your sleeping form before the darkness overwhelms him again.

He wakes up again on the ship, in the same room, and on the same bed. The difference is that your warm body is not pressed against his, and the throbbing pain from his stomach spreads uncomfortably throughout his body.

He groans, sitting on the bed and looking around. His hairless eyebrows wrinkle when he sees one of your spies with him. He automatically grabs the hidden knife and attacks your spy before she notices that he woke up.

"My Lord Baron, I can explain…" The woman says this as he presses the blade against her chest. She stops talking when he cuts off her access to the air by tightening his grip on her neck.

"Where is my right hand?" He growls, sticking to the remains of his control when he refrains from killing her. However, he does not stop himself from making a light cut on your spy's neck. Years of experience have proved that people were more willing to talk after he took some blood from them.

"It really wasn't my idea. She decided so. She knew that you would not let her do what she was planning, so she had to somehow... get rid of you from there, my lord Baron."

"Hm... that sounds like her, but... I would like to hear more about that plan of her. Say something useful and I might even spare your life." Feyd purrs, lazily dragging the blade down her neck to her collarbone, making a small cut.

He preferred not to hurt your toy too much. He didn't know how you would react to the loss of this particular spy. She must have been someone you trusted to entrust him to her.

But that didn't mean that Feyd couldn't land his anger at you on her for leaving him behind and completely unaware of your actions.

"Long ago, the Bene Gesserit had only one reverend mother. Their order was small then, but it was developing well. A certain ritual was invented to ensure that the most powerful of them was in power. It… is about the struggle of life forces. I don't know exactly how it's done, but… lady Y/N said that they both have to die for one of them to survive. She… she knew you wouldn't let her, so she had to make you leave that rat's nest so she could get the job done." A cold shiver runs down Feyd's spine. He needs a moment to compose himself and process your spy's words before he speaks again.

"They both have to die? What do you mean?" He asks, unconsciously tightening his already painful grip on the woman. His hand, the one holding the dagger, trembles slightly as he impatiently stares at her, waiting for an answer.

"I... they have to... they... their hearts stop beating and... the one who is stronger and has more life energy takes over the other's powers and survives."

"So... she may lose and die?" Fed sees your spy swallowing heavily after hearing his question. Thanks to this, he already knows the answer to it.

Strangely, instead of the huge, red fury and bloodlust, everything he feels is fear. Since he arrived at Giedi Prime, he has never felt fear. His uncle made sure that this emotion did not prevent him from reaching the ideal that his uncle demanded from Feyd. But at this point, when the vision of your dead body appears before his eyes, Feyd feels almost paralysed by fear of your life.

"There is... a little possibilty, my lord Baron."

This information is enough for him to make a decision. He stabs your spy in the stomach and allows her to sit on a bed. He reaches the exit in a few steps and opens the door with a bang. A doctor and two soldiers are waiting in the corridor. They look at him with fear in their eyes when he comes out, covered in blood. Before they can speak and probably inform him about his state of health, Fed is already growling at them and giving orders.

"Heal her and bandage her. She was only fulfilling my fiancee's orders." Fed tells the doctor. He is pleased with the surprise he sees on your spy's face. He intends to enjoy informing everyone about his 'engagement' with you. If you could have your plans, he could have some of his too. "Tell the pilot to turn back. And call more ours. We will burn these rats' nests to the ground."

With this promise, he leaves the room, ignoring the pain in his trunk. He must have found you before Fremen left with you for another hideout. He had to be fast and precise if he wanted to have you safe by his side. Maybe he should also ask the doctor for a sedative. Just in case you were stubborn enough to fight him instead of cooperating with him.

"What do you think?" Atreides' question catches you off guard for a moment. You stop watching the Fremen as they prepare to leave the sietch and shift your gaze to Atreides, raising an eyebrow in question. "About them. About my speech there."

"Are you looking for praise?" You mock, taking a closer look at what exactly he's putting into his bundle.

"I'm looking for a second opinion. Objective. Analytical and thorough." He replies, tying the fabric as he waits for your response.

"They will do whatever you want. Isn't that enough for you?" You ask, licking your lips as you choose your words carefully. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Paul wipes them away with his hand, not yet aware of the poison that courses through his veins.

You wanted to make sure as much as you could that when the moment came to defeat him and take his life force, there would be no shadow of a doubt that you would emerge victorious from the duel between you. After he went through the Reverend Mothers ceremony, you could try to perform the old ritual of reclaiming power between you two. This hasn't been done for centuries. So you hoped that everything you remembered from the old scrolls was true and that Atreides wouldn't surprise you with anything.

Even if he was a Kwisatz Haderach, you're still going to defeat him. No one and nothing will decide your fate.

"For now, yes. But in the future, I will need their full devotion. After all, I won't be the one to rule them on Arrakis." You raise your eyebrows questioningly, curious as to what his big plan for the future might be.

"Who do you want to entrust them to?"

Silence falls between you as you both look at each other intently. You know he's judging you, wondering how much he can tell you and how much he can hide from you. And you have to be convincing enough to gain even a little bit of trust from him. You know that stabbing Feyd helped you a lot with that. No matter how much it hurt you to do it.

"To be honest, you have the best skills to serve as Governor of Arrakis. The only question is, will you be equally faithful to me?"

"Me? Why?"

"They're already afraid of you. Besides, I saw your power—you're quite a powerful Bene Gesserit. Even if you don't like being called that, you can't cheat or change your destiny, no matter what."

"But... it is not all about power and fate, though is it?" You ask, slowly approaching him. "It is... something more there. Much more than we know." You whisper, looking at him with your most captivating gaze. Feyd would have killed him and tortured you if he saw you flirting with someone else... but luckily he wasn't here. And you had to somehow lower Atreides' guard.

"Indeed." He mumbles back and takes a step towards you. His fingers gently caress your jaw, tracing it until his fingertips brush against your lips. "My mother told me legends about the birth of the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. A woman who could bring thousands to their knees with a wave of her finger, tamed the most bloodthirsty of all beasts. Stilgar... has suspicions that you may be the mother of the one, the one to come. Of course, this conflicts with his perception of me as the chosen one."

He spoke the truth. You were the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. But not because you were born according to their program. You simply had potential, and they had way too much time and no obstacles to train you differently. You were supposed to be their perfect pawn in their game, to provide them with the Kwisatz Haderach. And now… you will kill the one who was supposed to be him.

"Even so, you don't lose power. They still listen to you. More than anyone else." You say, shifting your gaze from his eyes to his lips. He licks them, holding your jaw tightly as he leans slightly towards you.

"I may be my father's son, but I'm not going to make the same mistakes. You know, it is much safer to be feared than loved because... love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails."

"The prince Machiavelli." You say, knowing a quote from the book. You're a little surprised that he would read something like that. He also seems amazed that you know what book he took these words from.

"Indeed. Hmm... Maybe you're not that cruel and bloodthirsty Harkonnen witch people think you are. After all, you're a bit educated." Under any other circumstances, you would have kicked him in... his tender place for this. But now you have to smile sweetly, comforting yourself only with the thought that he will soon die at your hands.

"Believe me, Atreides. I am everything they talk about and more." You mumble before leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.

Kissing him is… different from kissing Feyd. Less intense, less hot, and less passionate. With him, you don't feel that familiar thrill of excitement you feel every time Feyd literally devours you. This kiss is... too polite. There's not an ounce of desire in him, at least not on your part. You try to be persuasive, though, caressing his lips, but it's not the same plush softness of Feyd's lips. Your mind refuses to be fooled, and you realise with horror how deeply your new Baron has managed to get under your skin when you haven't been able to enjoy the kiss of any other man.

Atreides reaches for your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth. At least he was the only one having fun out of the two of you. You place your hands on his shoulders, slowly pulling your hidden dagger from your sleeve as you let the man kiss you and explore your body with his hands.

You almost sigh with relief when his lips finally leave yours. He moves to kiss your neck, and you decide that this is the moment to start the ritual.

"Stay still. Don't move or speak." You use the voice on him. He stiffens in an instant, his eyes widening slightly as the steel of your poisoned blade presses against his neck. "You were right. It's better to make them afraid of you than to love you."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him grab his hidden knife. But before he can stab you, you place your hands on his temples and recite the old formula, beginning the ritual. You feel yourself slowly starting to lose strength. You both kneel to the floor, life draining from the two of you.

It has begun. - you think as darkness takes over you.

This... is different from what you expected. Nowhere is it written what happens after the connection between the brains of the Bene Gesserit combatants is made. Or what kind of test are the two of you being put through to find out which one of you is stronger. You thought you and Atreides would stand in some imaginary arena and fight until one of you killed the other.

At least you would prefer this to the burning pain that overwhelmed you. You feel like you're immersed in pure, wild fire. All your nerves were burning. You felt your body, but at the same time, you were far from it. And all you could see and hear was blackness, screams, whispers, and songs in a language foreign to you. You feel like you've gone mad. Any pain you've felt doesn't compare to what you're going through right now.

You feel every cell in your body tear apart, and at the same time you remain in a void, unaware of anything except the feeling of pain.

But you endure it.

And suddenly, everything disappears. For a moment, you feel or hear nothing. It's just you and your consciousness as you anxiously await the turn of events.

Then various images begin to appear before your eyes—visions of the future and the past. You see every possible course of events that could occur and every single scenario that may happen. In some visions, both you and Feyd die; in others, it's just him or you; and in others, you both live to old age together. One element is constant. Only one. And you shudder every time you see the familiar figure of your future son ascending the throne as the Emperor and taking care of the entire world, restoring balance and peace.

All of Atreides' power has passed onto you. You knew everything. All possible futures. And they scared you more than you thought they would. And you feel completely different than you thought you would...

After some time and tens of thousands of visions, you return to your body. You begin to feel everything around you—the soft sheets beneath you, the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and the quiet beeping of the machines keeping you alive.

You struggle to open your eyes, hissing as the light hits your eyes. You look around, expecting to find a familiar hospital room, but instead you find yourself in Feyd's chambers. On fucking Giedi Prime.

"Welcome among the living." Feyd's hoarse voice reaches your ears. You turn your head towards him—too quickly, making you feel a little dizzy—but you open your mouth to speak anyway.

You have a terrible coughing fit, and your throat is drier than it has ever been on Arrakis. As you curl up on Feyd's bed, coughing up your lungs, you see him quickly fill a glass of water from the corner of your eye. He sits next to you, pulling you against his chest. You lean your back against him and drink the water greedily.

Feyd gently strokes your back, watching carefully as you drink the water. His gaze is watchful and attentive as he makes sure you drink the last drop from your glass.

When you finish, he takes your glass and walks over to the table to set it down. A cold shiver runs through you as you feel the absence of his presence. You remember how the last time you saw him, he was unconscious and injured. Because of you.

"I was more expecting to be chained to a wall in a prison cell. Or to have your harpies hovering over me and waiting for you to cut me up for them." You say jokingly, teasing him. But he doesn't laugh. You see him tense at your words before he slowly turns to face you.

"I had such an idea in my mind a month ago, when I found you pale as death in the arms of the equally dead Atreides. But I guess enough time has passed for me to get over it… or I just killed enough Fremen and doctors and Bene Gesserit women who couldn't bring you back to calm myself down."

"Month?" You ask, swallowing thickly as you bravely endure his stern glare.

"Mhmm… a month, two weeks and five days to be precise. This whole time, you were either losing your pulse or screaming until your throat was torn. Also, you had a fever that we barely managed to break down, and you were pronounced dead a few times, but who cares, right?" He asks casually, but you can clearly see the rage bubbling inside him despite his obvious concern for you.

"Oh… that's… a while."

"A little bit more than a while." He growls at you, playing with his dagger—the exact same one he gave you. You shudder as you see how much the blade has bent from the blood of the people you used it on.

"What about Atreides?" You ask, confused, wondering if it was really a good idea to bring this up now. Especially since he is playing with a poisoned dagger in his hands. And you used up the antidote to it (apparently) a month ago.

"I have his head. Do you want it on a silver platter, or should I just frame his tongue and hang it on the wall? Maybe right next to yours for being a liar and a traitor?" He asks furiously. But that's not what scares you the most. He's calm. Too calm and composed. And this was often how his anger manifested itself before he killed his victims.

"I... you know perfectly well that I had to do it. If I had done it differently, his... skills would have been lost. And I... now I see everything. I can prevent everything, I can make everything fine. Isn't that a big advantage for you? Have an oracle next to you?" You ask, slightly nervous about what he's going to do next.

"Depends on what this oracle wants to show me and what it doesn't want to show me. But since you know everything and the entire future, you probably know what I will do now." He says and heads towards the exit.

Your heart clenches, and you feel an inexplicable panic as you see him walk away from you. You can't stand how cold he was towards you. You have to do something. You can't just let him go.

"Feyd." You call after him and get out of bed to follow him. When you're on your legs, you lose your balance, and you would have fallen to the floor if Feyd hadn't caught you in his arms.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him as you breathe quickly. You look at each other for a moment, allowing yourself to immerse yourself in the closeness of the other one.

Feyd places his hand under your knees and picks you up in bridal style. He puts you on his bed again and pulls away to leave. You grab his elbow tightly and hold on, forcing him to stay by your side as you give him a desperate, pleading look for him not to leave you.

Feyd sighs, sitting next to you on the bed. He leans towards you and rests his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. And you feel really calm for the first time in years.

"You have no idea... I have killed men for smaller things than that. The only reason you're still alive... is because I prefer to destroy you myself. Without the help of any sick rituals or poison. You'll be begging me to kill you, little witch. I'll make you go through the same damn pain you put me through. You'll be begging me to stop making you scream. Oh, and I'll make you scream much louder than becasue of this stupid ancient ritual."

You know he's mad at you. And he has every right to do so. But you can't take his words seriously. Not when you have irrefutable proof of the depth of his feelings for you. As he said, he killed for less. If he wanted to, he would have gotten rid of you or hurt you by now. But he didn't.

"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.

"I… I'm serious." He growls at you. He places his hand on your neck and squeezes it gently. You smile and press a kiss just near the corner of his mouth.

"Me too. Do it. Show me how loud you want me to scream for you." You challenge him, placing small kisses on his face.

"Y/N... I should have killed you ages ago, woman. You poisoned my mind, you stabbed me with a sword, you left me alone to deal with the mess you made, you forced me to worry about you while you slowly died in front of me day by day, and I couldn't do any-fucking-thing. So tell me, how can I get past this? Why is it that all I want to do is fuck you until I feel like you're really alive and around me?"

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at his words. You lick your lips and lean towards him, kissing him. He moans into your mouth and tries to pull away from you, but you grab his neck and pull him towards you. Your heart speeds up as your lips caress his as you give all of yourself to him in that kiss.

You gently massage his scalp and lie down on the pillows. You pull him with you as he starts to kiss you back. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. He pulls away from you with a growl and presses his forehead against yours, trying to calm down for your sake. After all, you had just woken up... too bad his cock wasn't as sympathetic to you as you rubbed against him.

"I… my mother was a Harkonnen, you know? Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you. Like calls to like or something like that." You gasp, remembering the memory you saw. Feyd furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise. A shiver runs across his skin, realising the power you've taken from Atreides.

"What else do you know?" He asks, caressing your cheek. You turn your head and press a kiss on the palm of his hand. You surprise him even more, but he's not going to protest when you show him affection. This was very rare in his life, and the fact that this small, voluntary gesture of adoration was coming from you made him even harder.

"That I don't want to lose you for some visions that may or may not happen. That you love me and that these months have been torture for you. That you hated me as much as you needed me to come back to you. That I… only want to think about us. I only care about our future, and I'm willing to watch this world burn if it means I can hold your hand until the end. with no fear that fate will make us hate each other. That I want you to be the only prophecy I care about."

"What about your escape from fate? You never wanted… to be part of this Kwisatz Haderach thing. Will you run away from me when you see that the path we are following leads inevitably to what you were so afraid of?"

His doubts are absolutely right. But that doesn't change the fact that you need him close to you right now. That you need his reassurance that everything will be fine, not his resentment. And you know it was wrong of you to demand from him things like that, but... nothing about your relationship was healthy anyway.

"Fuck it if I can't have us. Fuck it if I can't have you." You say and pull him in for another kiss. He moans in shock into your mouth but quickly responds to you with equal passion. You gasp as he grabs your waist tightly and lifts you up, making you sit on his lap.

"You said you love me." He gasps as he slowly removes your nightgown that he dressed you in himself.

"I did... I also stab you." You say as your hands reach up to start undressing him as well.

"You did. And you killed Atreides." He purrs against your jaw, placing kisses and hickeys there.

"I did." You groan, your hands shaking as you try to get rid of his clothes as quickly as possible.

"You handed me over to our people."

"I did. You are quite heavy." You giggle as he blows on your neck, tickling you, before sinking his teeth into it. You dig your fingers into his back, pulling him close to you.

"Why did you do this?" He asks, pulling away from you to look at you carefully, gauging your reaction, making sure you were always on his side, and doing everything for your mutual good. For his good.

"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."

"I won't let you go anymore." He warns, laying you down on the bed and towering over you.

"I will never want to leave." You promise, looking into his icy blue eyes and stroking the scar on his lower stomach—from the wound you gave him.

"Good."

"Good."

"Say it again."

"Good?" You ask teasingly, pressing kisses to his neck and giving him a few hickeys, marking him as yours with more than just his scars.

"No. You know what."

"I love you."

"About damn time." He growls, devouring your mouth. You moan as he bites into your lower lip. You both don't hold back anymore. Feyd marks you like a map, as if he wanted to memorise all the sensitive places that made you moan and writhe in pleasure, pressing into his muscled body.

You forget for a moment the whole world, everything you've done for him, everything you both should have discussed—all you can think about is Feyd. About wanting to be closer to him, about needing him as desperately as he needs you. So how can Feyd resist you when you're so willing to take him in? When he had dreamed of this moment for years? When can he finally satisfy his desire for your body?

He trails his kisses lower, gently taking your nipple into his mouth and cupping your other breast, massaging it. You moan, scratching his scalp, throwing your head back against the pillows, and grinding your hips against his.

You're both starting to get annoyed by the underwear that's preventing you from clinging to each other the way you want. Feyd rips your panties off of you, wasting no time in pushing his fingers into you. You whine, thrashing around on the bed, wanting more and yet too sensitive for anything else. You open your eyes and gasp at the sight of his full, erect length rubbing against your thigh. Feyd pinches your nipple, making you moan and shifting your gaze to him.

"Eyes on me, little witch."

"But... ach!" You moan as his fingers speed up inside you, tears forming in your eyes as your hips move in time with the rhythm of his fingers as you chase your orgasm.

"Listen to your Baron. Eyes on me." He pauses to slap your pussy. You moan, biting your lower lip. "And don't hold back any sounds. Or I'll punish you like I should have since you woke up."

It's very hard to keep your eyes open for him. Especially when his fingers massage your clit so perfectly and fill you up. You reach your hand to his hard cock on your thigh and rub it gently.

He growls, kissing you hard and punishingly, as you try to speed things up and make him lunge at you in a frenzy of lust, when he wants to tease your pussy and punish you accordingly first.

For a month he waited by your bedside, bravely holding you through the stages of your screams and high fevers, making sure you were alive, breathing, and your heart was beating in a rhythm he had memorized. He deserves to have some fun with you...

"Feyd... please..." Your moans, the kisses you place on his jaw, and the way your fingers caress the scar on his muscled stomach—the one you gave him yourself—make him lose his restraint, which was already frail and weak. At least that's how he explains his desire to immediately fulfill your wish.

His arms wrap around you tightly as he gently pushes into you, making sure his entire alabaster length will fit inside you. He stops, cursing in his tongue and resting his forehead against yours as he gives you a moment to adjust to his length. Finally. He finally feels you all around him. And you're tighter than he dreamed.

"Damn… you little witch…"

"I know..." You gasp, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him hungrily, basking in the feeling of fullness as his length perfectly fills the void inside you. It's warm. It's nice to feel him so close to you. It's nice to be with him. You moan as he starts to move slowly, testing how far he can go.

Feyd growls, picking up his pace when you don't protest, his hips bucking wildly against yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.

He grips one of your hips and cups your cheek with the other, making sure your eyes are focused on him. He kisses away the tears streaming down your cheek, licking them off your face. He kisses you fervently and hungrily, catching every moan and grunt you make as his hips grind against yours. A wet sound echoes through the room, occasionally interrupted by a moan from either of you as you finally come together in the most primal, animalistic way, demanding each other.

"Mine. Only mine." Feyd growls into your neck; his thrusts are faster and more precise, making you bite your lip to hold back your moans, but he doesn't let you do it for long. He wants to feel and hear all of you. He wants to revel in his victory. That's why he kisses you, biting your buttom lip to the blood. He pulls away and leans his forehead on yours as he listens to the little sounds you make as he fucks the brain out of you. "Can you feel how deep I am? How well am I filling you? You will be a beautiful Baroness. Fuck. My future wife. The mother of my children." He moans in your ear. You don't answer; you take ragged breaths, listening to the squelch of your joined bodies echoing around his chambers.

"You were meant for me. Just like I was for you. I will never let you escape again, I will never again let you out of my sight for more than a second, I will never again let you fight against the world and fate alone. We are the two sides of the same coin... WE. ARE. UNITY." He growls, making one last few hard pushes into you, making you both cum. He captures your lips in a kiss, muffling both of your screams as you fall apart around him, feeling his warm seed flood your womb.

You shake, wrapping your arms around him tightly, trusting him to hold the weight of both of you as you see nothing but white light in your orgasmic haze. You can't feel your legs, but you know you're still clenching them tightly around him. Your mind is empty; you feel amazing, electric bliss.

And for that moment you knew what cosmic love really meant. And you would fight with anyone to be able to experience it whenever you wanted.

"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.

He slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you, still holding you in the iron grip of his arms. You lazily snuggle into him and trace the scar you gave him with the fingertip of your finger. Guilt grows within you, and for a moment, you think that he purposely allowed this scar to remind you of what you did.

You decide to talk to him about everything tomorrow. It was just the two of you for now, and you were going to enjoy this as long as you could. You place your head into the crook of his neck and take his hand in yours. You tangle his other hand in your hair and snuggle into him, sighing as you feel his touch, warmth, and scent around you.

You both fall asleep cuddled together. And for a moment, you allow yourself to be in bliss of his touch and closeness, not worrying about any politics or issues that you should discuss instead of... giving in to something you have wanted for a long time.

From now on, you decide your fate.

Only you and Feyd.

That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.

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[outerexpanse]

downpour headcanons + designs :)

Thoughts on each under the cut, some contain direct spoilers. (Lots of writing)

Note for pronouns listed: These are just my HCs, use whatever you prefer or see fit. :)

Gourmand: She/He/They Full of love and oh so happy with life. Simply went out into the world for FUN and to learn more, why not? Respected and highly regarded at the Home Tree as one of the smartest slugcats around. Coming up with ways to make meals more filling is always important with so many slugcats! Gourmand returns with many regions mapped out, and thus gives way to more slugcats to explore as groups and create homes for themselves. Teaches about the taming of lizards, and to take care when doing so. What was an incredible enemy can make a greater ally. All around a very positive, happy-go-lucky slug to me.

Artificer: She/Her I wanted her to design to be .. fire-esque with the markings like flames in a way. Obviously very troubled, so incredibly lonely because of it as well. She's afraid of connections, what if the past repeats? It would hurt too much. That SAID.. she will find her way to Outer Expanse and be welcomed with open arms. Prior, I think she was apart of a small nomadic family of slugcats so the Home Tree is something else entirely new. Arti could, in this scenario, take on the role of a community mother in a way. There's still fear of the past coming back in new ways, but in this she begins to open up more and becomes adoptive mother to slugpups whose parents have been lost in some form. I just think!! She deserves the world!!! She gets to relax. No more Situations.

Rivulet: She/He/They Somewhat based on how some aquatic animals have a whiter tummy to blend in to creatures below them in the water, and a darker upper body to camouflage to those looking down in the water. (A bit difficult with all the pink, I wanted to keep that on her though..) Very kind :) she loves to bring gifts to Moon, and periodically pays visits to 5P for as long as he still lives. I like to think they also lived with Moon until they passed themselves. Spent a ton of time listening to Moon reading the pearls he found out in the world, and exchanging stories (perhaps via writing..??) that they both have. Softanthiel still hangs around, primarily used as a way to gauge the danger of potential threats to the tree.

Spearmaster: It/They/He Definitely Looks like a slugcat but with something Wrong (on the wrong blueprints in a way). It is taller and longer than the average slugcat. Leaning more into the bodyshape it has in game (bowling pin looking ass) I’d say it has a harder time retaining fat through a liquid diet and constant movement as a messenger. Built quite sleek, I’d picture it with an agility somewhere between Artificer and Rivulet. Spearmaster has nasty little "spots" on his tail so why not give him little freckles too? SRS did not give SM a mouth, so, to me I think that he would be taught sign language. ASL (Ancient Sign Language) would no doubt be something stored and memorized on various pearls. Given its time around an Iterator it would also know how to read/write in the Ancient's language. I feel like they'd be quite a bit lonely.

Saint: They/He To me, they are a distant descendant of Monk. Their fur is very soft, almost like downy feathers in a way. Absolutely vital to their survival in the now frigid wasteland. Keen to grooming themself like a cat would! The echoes are old friends, a familiar warmth. Seeing them is like visiting family, of which Saint no longer has now. Definitely nomadic, never stays in a den for longer than three cycles. Lanterns are tucked into fur for ease of travelling with free hands. :) He's round and spotted because I love him so much!!

WHEW ok thats all. feel free to share your thoughts :)

note that i dont mind these designs being used or designs inspired by them but i would like my art to NOT be reposted.

[lavender-at-heart]

Dating Elvis 50s hc's

Pairing: Elvis [or Austing!elvis] x fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff 💪😈, tiniest miniscule amount of angst at the very end.

Note: I might do one of these for each of Elvis' "eras", lmk if that's something your interested in. Also 50s elvis with his little stutter is the cutest thing alive. This kinda short too I really have to get better at making longer fics :/. Also yes you will have to deal with my Elvis obsession for a obscene amount of time.

Xoxo, CC ♡

The two of you met when he was hired by your dad to fix some wiring in your house

You had seen him around school before but had never spoken too him as he was some years older than you.

The whole time just thinking why the sweet baby faced boy with the voice of an angel was wasting his time with his current job.

You saw that he was the embodiment of pure charisma, heart and soul. You thought he could do anything he dreamed to, and you had been just dying for him to ask you out.

Everything about him seemed attractive, his voice, his hair, his way of living

Little did you know the black haired beauty had his eye on you too

Even though Elvis doesn't have a lot of money he assures you that he's worth your while and one day he's gonna get you everything you could ever dream of.

He asks you out, a nice pizza place in town- nothing fancy though

He picks you up at 6pm sharp and you two take his work truck to the place.

He showed up at your door looking as clean as a saints soul, holding a beautiful bouquet of multicolored tulips

"I-I didn't know what kind you liked. Tulips are my mommas favorite so I got them. Hope th-thats ok with you."

He'll save up every last penny to buy you something real nice , a nice red lipstick, beautiful card, a book you've been wanting, ect.

But more often then not his gifts are home made, packed full of love and meaning and/or not even material gifts but rather emotional.

After all it's the little things that count.

He'll go pick wildflowers for you during his lunch break and deliver them to you with a sweetly written note.

He always makes sure he looks his best, after all you only deserve the best. Hair always styled to perfection, shirts never having a single wrinkle, and shoes shined as often as they can be.

Sings you to sleep and makes breakfast in bed for you.

"Fresh cup of coffee for the sleepy head"

*head kisses*

Always opens the door for you, pulls out your chair, fixes your hair for you.

Gives you the biggest bear hugs and always loves to have you close.

At first he was so darn nervous around you always speaking with his stutter and afraid you wouldn't like him back.

You reassured him that you think he's the most beautiful soul you've ever met.

He'll take you to his favorite club after school to hear all his favorite singers.

You'll take him to drive in movies and kiss in his car (once he can afford to get one ofc)

You sometimes walk to his work and bring two packed lunches for you both. Can't go on having your man being hungry, or eating alone.

He'd be a little scared to show you his home, afraid you'd suddenly realize just how little money he's got and run for the hills[but that never happened ofc]

He introduced you to his mother and father, gleaming with pride as he showed them his new girlfriend.

Gladys loves you, at first she was a bit jealous of you for stealing her son away, but after seeing you encourage him to keep on dreaming her mind changed.

You also introduced him to your family, he was terribly nervous, but nothing could ever be too bad with you by his side.

When he starts trying to make a name for himself with singing, you make sure to buy every record, go to every gig, support him in any way you can.

When he goes touring for the first time you get very lonely, not used to him being so far away. Elvis calls you nearly every hour he can, he calls you more than his mother calls him.

You might drive to one of the states he's performing in and surprise him.

Always amazed at his voice and how aluring he seemed to be, you'd fall in love with him all over again.

Singing and dancing together is a must.

If you can't sing, he'll teach you.

If you can dance, he'll teach you.

Hell he might even teach you to play the guitar or the piano if he feels like it[bonus points if you already can]

He takes you to your prom and your obviously the prom king and queen 🙄🙄🙄

When he starts making some real money he'll be so happy to finally get you some really nice things.

Braging to all your friends that you date a movie star-

A new car, dresses, winter coat, puppy dog, kitten, record player, sewing machine, chess set- whatever you think you might want some day, you get it.

"Well what's mine is yours lil' darling"

You don't know how many times you've told him off for spending his hard earned money on you but he just can't seem to listen.

" just let me buy you these nice pearls mama, that's the last thing I promise."

Ofc that's the first of the soon to be massive pearl necklace collection

He invites you to move into Graceland, making sure you have your own rooms and spots just for you, or you and him.

He knows his feelings are serious, they run deeper than he could ever know

He's used to having a list full of phone numbers in his pocket, flirting back with anyone who did

But now the thought of flirting with someone else disgusts him

the pages with phone numbers have been forgotten in the trash somewhere

it's strange for him to never look at any other girl, it surprises you too.

But he only needs you and he doesn't understand why but he trusts his heart.

Oh and dont be mistaken, You are just as in love with him as he is with you~

When the news he must be sent off to Germany for two whole years reaches your ears you can barley think.

Elvis kisses away your tears and promises his swift return.

"One day- soon, I'-Im gonna m-marry, marry you. Just you wait and see."

Yes all you have to do is get through 2 lonely years and you'll be the happiest person to ever live again.