Sorry

Sorry

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 895 WC

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Warnings: arguing, hurt/comfort, brief mention of blood, mention of self harm

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You slammed the bedroom door shut and wiped the tears from your face. You don’t even remember what you two were arguing about but today was the worst of it. You both said things you didn’t mean, but that didn’t stop the words from cutting deep. You grabbed a backpack from your closet, packing a few clothes just for the night. You texted your friend, asking if you could stay the night. You slipped on your shoes silently as you read their text that said yes. You quietly shut the front door and walked the few blocks to your friends, not bothering to go tell Christian where you were going. Not that he cared.

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Christian sighed as he leaned against the door of his studio. He rubbed his hands over his face, groaning. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled and he definitely shouldn’t have said what he said. He heard his own voice over and over again in such a harsh tone. 

“You are suffocating! All I do is get text after text, call after call, date after date from you. We are always around each other, honestly sometimes I wish I was back on tour just to get away!” 

He had had a shit day and he took it all out on you in one moment. He felt a deep sense of shame as he shuffled to the bedroom door. His eyebrows drew together in confusion when he saw the door was open. He quietly walked in but didn’t see you. Checking your closet and office he started to panic. He called out your name multiple times before deciding to call you. Your phone went straight to voicemail and his texts werent getting through to you either. He paced the kitchen, the clock reading 1 AM, where the hell would you have gone? He started to spiral, Mito emerging for the first time in weeks.

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You came home the next day right before sundown. You and your friend relaxed all day, just wanting to get away yet prepare for the conversation you knew was inevitable. You set your bag down next to the door before taking your shoes off. The house was eerily quiet. You saw a few things in the living room and kitchen knocked over.

“Christian?” you called out, body filling you with the want to run and that you were somehow in danger.

You heard nothing as you made your way down the hall towards your bedroom where you heard the sink running. You saw droplets of blood on the floor outside your door; your mind shifted, no longer filled with fear of a break in but filled with a fear for your boyfriend. You Knew Christian struggled with self mutilation, your mind raced as you scrambled towards the bathroom. You threw the door open. Christian stood with his shirt off as he wrapped his hand in a bandage, knuckles painting the white gauze red.Your eyes widened before you rushed to him, holding his hands.

“Oh honey what happened?” you whispered, noticing a wound on his shoulder as well.

“The vase… in the living room. I threw it… it shattered and cut me up.” he looked down, not wanting to see your eyes.

“Mito look at me.” you asked delicately.

He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours. “I’m sorry. I freaked out when we couldn’t find you… I thought you left for good.”

You sighed feeling bad for causing a panic attack out of pettiness ”I should have told you I was going out.” you whispered, cradling his cheek. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, or said what I said. It's not true… everything is so overwhelming, I just don’t know how to cope and took it out on you.”

You nodded in understanding, “Guess we were both in the wrong?” you chuckled slightly. 

Mito gently pulled your chin up, bringing your lips to his. “I’m so sorry my love, I was out of line.” 

You could feel his sincerity, “I forgive you.” you said before giving him another kiss. “Can I help?” you said, eyes moving between the bleeding cut on his shoulder or his cut up hand. Christian nodded. You pressed a cold damp cloth to his wounded shoulder. Dabbing at it before sanitizing it and dressing it. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to patch up Mito. You have been around long enough to see just how deep depression can get. Long enough to see his self hate become something physical that took the form of cutting himself. But this was the first time in a while, you felt so powerless when he would hurt himself. The person you loved most was hurting in ways unimaginable to you. 

You woke from your trance to Mito’s hand under your chin before he wiped away a tear you had not realized had fallen. “I’m alright, everything is ok.” he said, kissing you slowly. He pulled his tank top back over his torso. 

“Can we go to bed early?” you asked, the sun barely vanished from the sky. 

Mito nodded, pulling you toward the bedroom with him, ready to sleep away the pain of the last few days. As you curled into him, you felt his arms encircle you before he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Love you.” you heard him whisper as your eyes fluttered closed.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Sorry this took so long to get out, I will try to write more this weekend, hopefully the motivation will hit me in the face with a 2x4. Thanks for all the comments and reblogs, they motivate me a lot. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

“I’m independent and strong, but sometimes…just sometimes, it’s nice to be taken care of.”

— Samantha Towle

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Wait

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 2 - 1.4K WC

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here!)

Part 3 NSFW 18+

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Warnings: murder, attempted murder, using the voice, Feyd being soft, y/n is bad ass, idk man I wrote this kinda stoned so forgive whatever mistakes there are btw there is gonna be a steamy part 3 soon!!

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You awoke to Feyd sitting up abruptly. You saw his eyes narrow in on the door. He pushed himself out of the bed, you pulled the blanket up around yourself. 

“Take your dress off.” Feyd said.

“What?” you said in shock.

“Trust me.” he said.

You slipped the shoulders of your dress off, keeping yourself covered with the blanket. Feyd acted like he was putting his pants back on when the door slid open. The Baron himself entered your shared apartments. 

“Nephew! I trust you had an agreeable night with your bride?” he said with a disgusting smile. 

Feyd nodded, face stone cold. The Baron moved towards you and you shrunk back from his imposing figure. Feyd was by your side in an instant, standing between you and the Baron. 

“Already soft for them? Don’t be weak Feyd.” he said, mocking him for having an attachment to you. 

The Baron shoved him aside, yanking you from the bed. You stumbled, trying to stay upright but also trying to keep yourself covered. Feyd caught you, holding you up before pushing you behind him. He noticed the slight shake in your body and fear in your eyes. His uncle was formidable but to you, he was terrifying. 

The Baron gazed down at the blood on the sheets, a content smile on his face as he turned to Feyd. “Well done dear nephew, a Harkonnen heir will be well on its way if you are this persistent.” he said as his eyes raked over the little he could see of your form. 

“Uncle.” Feyd responded flatly, bowing his head slightly as his uncle left your apartments. 

Feyd immediately turned around to face you. You held the sheets closer to you, shaking uncontrollably. Feyds hands went to hold you but he stopped himself. Your eyes met his before you leaned into him, resting against his chest. His movements stuttered for a moment. He had never felt somebody so relaxed against him. Quite the opposite actually, everyone was always tense around him. His arms encircled you, holding you tightly. He rested his head against you, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. You started to sway with him unconsciously, finding peace with one another in the moment. Feyd felt you lean back slightly, your hand coming to hold his cheek, he kept his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch. 

“Not what I expected.” you said, barely audible. Your eyes roamed his face, taking in his sharp features. 

He opened his eyes, finding yours. “What?” he whispered in response, his hand coming up to hold yours against him. 

“You aren’t what I expected.” you stated a little louder.

“What did you expect?” he asked. He already knew the answer. A killer. A psychotic, power hungry Harkonnen - like his uncle. 

“I expected you to be what they made you.” you said, thumb running over his cheek softly.

Made him. They had made him the way he was. But there was still a sliver of himself. His true self which longed for connection, kindness, love. Perhaps you could nurture this bit of him, as you already have. You are the only one who has made him feel warm inside, a warmth he wanted to revel in. 

“I think you’re right. We can find things to love in one another.” he took your hand from his cheek, kissing your palm. 

You gave him a toothy smile before standing on your toes to connect your lips in a sweet kiss momentarily. Feyd’s lips chased yours when you parted, kissing you one more time before separating for good. Feyd reached over to the bed, handing you your discarded dress. You thanked him, standing behind the nearby privacy screen to put it back on, not that it left much to the imagination but it was better than being naked. 

“I was told to meet with the Reverend Mother today. To be given a proper tour of Geidi Prime and learn my new duties.” you told him as you watched him dress. 

He nodded, “I will be in meetings most of the day. Figuring out what to do with the rats of Arrakis.” he said, “I will see you tonight.” he said as he gave a soft smile. He kissed your knuckles before leaving. 

Hardly a moment passed before your maids arrived to dress you and take you to the Reverend Mother. 

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You felt exhausted after your long day. The Reverend Mother was imposing and expected much from you to properly serve House Harkonnen. The Reverend Mother made it well known she did not prefer you, she preferred your sister. Your sister who had taken to the Bene Gesserit ways was a much more “suitable” match in her opinion. But you would suffice, she said. As soon as your intricate dress was taken off you dismissed your maids. You washed quickly before laying on your bed. You watched the black sun start to eclipse, it made you miss the warmth of the golden sun from your home planet. You heard the door slide open, before you could roll over you felt yourself being pulled to the edge of the bed. You saw three Harkonnen women, smiling with inky black teeth. One held your ankles down, another held your wrists down, and the third one with a thick black line down her forehead straddled you, covering your mouth with her hand. You kept still, afraid to make any movements. 

The one straddling you leaned in close to your face sniffing you a bit before writhing on top of you, “You smell so sweet, I wonder how you taste?” she said in an eerily vacant voice, as if she was without a soul to make her whole.

You pulled harshly, trying to free your hands or feet when you saw the shiny silver blade beneath the dress of the woman straddling you. You heard the door open, seeing Feyd walk inside. He froze, watching as the women gawked at him. The woman straddling you finally removed her hand from your mouth.

You spoke in an echoey, irresistibly powerful tone. You may not be Bene Gesserit but you mastered using the voice when you were still being considered between you or your sister. “STOP.”, everyone, including Feyd, stopped moving.

“RELEASE ME.” they did as you said, letting go of your hands and wrists.

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.” the woman above you handed you the blade, her face full of shock as she tried to resist to no avail. 

“GET OFF ME. STAND WITH THE OTHERS.” you commanded them easily. You looked at the pale women grouped together. Typically, you would be merciful. But you were a Harkonnen now, you were almost assassinated by Harkonnen’s. These people were no strangers to killing, in fact, they were rather experts in it. 

You handed the knife to the woman with the black line on her head, “KILL YOUR SISTERS, THEN YOURSELF.” you commanded. 

You watched as the woman stabbed and slashed at her friends before opening her own stomach. All of them slumped against the floor, blood pooling around them. Your breathing was heavy, your body tense. You felt arms grab you from behind, completely forgetting Feyd was there.

“KNEEL.” you said, your voice was booming. You had killed before but never while using the voice. It felt… addicting. To have that kind of power over others. 

You turned, eyes meeting Feyd’s when you looked down. “Feyd!” you said as you pulled him up, arms wrapping around his neck before crying into the crook of his neck. The emotion of it all set in, the panic in your nerves. 

Feyd wrapped his arms around your waist, “This is all my fault.” he mumbled. 

You leaned back, “How?” you said, confusion covering your face. 

“They were my darlings… my concubines.” he said, shamefully looking down and away from your eyes. 

Your heart felt odd, it hurt but you also sought clarity. “Did you love them?” you asked, holding his cheek. 

“No, never.” he said immediately, trying to hold your hand but too nervous to fully grasp it. “I made them maids, I never thought they would seek you out.” you could hear the guilt in his voice.

You looked between Feyd and the three dead women before you. “Hush now, I’m alright. This isn’t your fault, their actions are their own.”

Feyd nodded, finally meeting your eyes. You saw tears sitting in his eyes, something you never thought you’d see. “They almost killed you.” he said, voice cracking slightly. 

“But they didn’t. I’m not as fragile as you think my love.” you smiled softly at him, trying to brighten the mood. 

The corner of his lips twitched up slightly, “I knew you were strong, now I know where your strength lies.” he said before pulling you into a kiss.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey! Loved writing this it was sooooo fun. Part three should be out sometime soon, might be over the weekend though. I would love some requests in regards to Feyd so send them my way! Love ya'll, thanks for the likes, comments, and reblogs. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

i love your christian/mito writings! I was hoping you could write a complete fluff and silliness where the reader comes home drunk from hanging with friends, and christian and mito take care of them and put them to sleep, and the reader isn’t able to sleep because they keep complementing and admiring christian and mito.

i hope that makes sense.. thank you(:

Posting! XD

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