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MASTERLIST
🥵 - Smut
🍦 - Fluff
🎭 - Angst
🏳️🌈 - Gender Neutral
🥀 - Female
🌙 - Male
🚫 - Mature Content
🪐 - Personal Favorite
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BALDUR'S GATE III / ASTARION
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DPR IAN / CHRISTIAN YU
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MIZU / BLUE EYE SAMURAI
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FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN / DUNE
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CAT KING / DEAD BOY DETECTIVES
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DEV PATEL / MONKEY MAN
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LOGAN HOWLETT / X-MEN
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SYLUS / LOVE AND DEEPSPACE
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MATTHEW DE CLERMONT / A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES
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JOE VELASCO / SVU
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Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble - 1.5K WC
Part 1 (you are here!)
Part 2
Part 3 NSFW 18+
Masterlist
Warnings: arranged marriage, soft Feyd, comfort, kissing, def not how this psycho would truly act
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You rubbed your hands together clumsily, your palms sweaty. You fidgeted with your gown; a beautiful iridescent white that glimmered in the black sunlight of Giedi Prime. You felt the sweat on your makeup covered brow. You had only met your soon-to-be husband the day prior. He looked quite dashing in his all black armor. His gaze was unreadable, inquisitive. His eyes never left yours, even when he leaned down to kiss your knuckles. His uncle, Baron Harkonnen, introduced you to him. Feyd Rautha. You had heard the stories, the gruesome rumors. And by the way he looked at you, you felt small. Felt as if he could crush you at any moment. And now, as you stood at the altar, him before you, you felt that exact feeling. Small, scared. His touch was gentle when he took your hand, snapping you back into the current moment. You listened to the small translating device in your ear, translating the strange Harkonnen language into the common tongue of Galach. Your hand shook as Feyd slipped on a black ring, one matching his.
Then you heard the fateful words, “Kiss the bride.” said the officiator.
Your eyes flicked up to Feyds. His were confident and strong, the complete opposite to your scared, anxious ones. He tilted your chin up slightly before leaning down and pecking your lips. The masses cheered as you were escorted away by your ladies in waiting. Friends you knew you could not trust as they were likely spies for the Baron.
You were finding Giedi Prime to be a very lonely planet.
Your ladies carefully removed your dress before adorning you in a much shorter, sheer one. Meant to entice your now husband, Na- Baron Feyd Rautha. The title felt unfamiliar on your tongue. As did yours, Na - Baroness. You waited in your apartments, watching the black night and the fireworks that splotched themselves in the sky. The breeze of the night held you as you waited. You were almost chewing your lip raw as you tried to calm your body. Knowing what would happen tonight frightened you. It did not sound pleasant when your governess described it to you as you traveled to Geidi Prime. She did her best to prepare you but all you knew was you feared this night with Feyd Rautha.
Your thoughts haunted as you heard the door slide open and closed, your new husband standing in the doorway. You made your way to the bed, sitting on your knees in the center of it. “Welcome Na-Baron.” You said quietly.
He made no noise as he shifted around the room, discarding his armor until he was in nothing but loose pants. He started to watch you again, observe you. He watched you lay down, spreading your shaking legs slightly. He could see the glimmer of tears in your eyes. Your fists clenching the sheets. You hesitantly pulled at the shoulders of your nightgown, ready to expose yourself fully.
“Stop.” He said.
You sat up, pulling your dress back up and holding it close to you. You had never heard his voice before, it was gravelly yet smooth. “What?” You asked, tears still spilling from your eyes but you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.
“I won’t share your bed. Not until you want me to. I’m not a brute.” He said as he cut his palm, wiping the blood on the white sheet next to you.
You watched him do so with an open mouth, “What if I never want you to?” You whispered, gaining the courage to look at him.
He paused for a moment before shrugging, “They expect an heir at some point. But I assure you, I will not touch you until you want me to. If you ever do.” He paused before motioning to the swipe of blood on the bed, “That should hold them over. Once they think you are no longer a maiden they will happily wait for an heir to arrive, no matter how long that takes.”
You saw him walk over to the black couch on the opposite side of the room, laying down, he turned away from you. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t expect so much restraint and compassion from a man as supposedly psychotic as Feyd Rautha. You laid down, watching him as you waited to sleep.
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Flashes of black and white clouded your mind, you had no real grasp on what was happening but you knew you needed to escape. You knew the primal fear that settled in your gut as you ran. You ran only to feel a gladiator's knife bury itself in your chest, you screamed before the world went black.
You shot up, a sheen of sweat covering you as you let out a final shriek. Your hands felt over your chest, finding no wound or knife protruding from you. You did, however, feel hands holding your arms. You looked up, eyes meeting Feyd’s which looked concerned. You scooted as far back against the headboard as you could to put space between the two of you.
He released you immediately when he realized it was him you were scared of. A pang of hurt chipped at his armored heart. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.
“Nightmare. I’m so sorry to have woken you Na- Baron it won’t -“
“Feyd.” He said, interrupting you. “I’m your husband, call me Feyd.” He asked, a small glimmer of hope in his otherwise black eyes.
“Feyd…” you whispered.
His name sounded sweet on your tongue. He smiled gently, something you had yet to see his stoic face do. You nodded at him, agreeing to use his name. You both watched each other in the dim light of the room. He sat on the edge, arms length away from you.
Bravely you reached for his hand, pulling towards you slightly as you sat up, resting against the headboard with his large hand in your lap. “How do you feel about this? The marriage.” You asked, gesturing between the two of you.
Feyd paused, thinking his answer through. “Neither of us had much choice, I know this. But I wish to serve you adequately as a husband.” His thumb smoothed over your palm.
“And love? Do you ever wish for that?” You asked him. He didn’t answer so you answered yourself, “I do, perhaps we can find things to love in each other.” You said, looking off into the void of darkness in the corner of the room.
“It was my first kiss today, did you know that?” You rambled on.
Feyd watched as you caressed his fingers nervously. You weren’t afraid to be touching him. Or talking to him. “Is that so?” He asked.
You nodded, pink tinging your cheeks in embarrassment.
“How did you feel?” He asked, his voice light, as if he were relaxed.
“I felt… strange. As if my stomach were about to drop and fly away all at the same moment.” You told him honestly. He chuckled slightly, in turn you gave him a smile back. “Was I bad at it?” You asked, face scrunching up at the thought of embarrassing yourself or displeasing the Na-Baron.
“It was lovely,” he started, moving to envelope your cheeks in his large, pale hands.
Your heart was racing, your stomach felt just like it had at the altar, and an unfamiliar heat was pooling between your legs. Your eyes locked with his, absorbing everything he said and did.
“Do you want to do it again?” He asked in a hushed whisper.
You don’t know why, but you nodded. He gently brought your head to his, molding your lips together. Feyd was gentle and sweet, kissed full of passion and restraint. Something overtook you, you kept your lips on him longer. You nipped at his bottom lip, earning a groan from him as one of his hands dropped to your waist. Your hands melted down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingers. You felt how fast his heart was going as well, mimicking yours. Chaste kisses quickly turned into making out, you doing your best to follow Feyd’s lead. As his lips left your mouth, he kissed down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You could feel him sucking marks into your skin. You let out a sigh, never having felt like this before.
When one of Feyd’s hands landed on your thigh your body jerked backwards, trying to get out of his hold. He stopped his movements, eyes finding yours. “Forgive me, I got… carried away.” He sighed, relishing in the feel of how your lips felt on his.
“I liked it.” You said, unable to look at him, “but… can we not do anything else tonight?” You asked sheepishly.
Feyd nodded swiftly, agreeing as soon as the words left your mouth. “As you wish.” He responded.
“Would you stay with me?” You asked as he moved to return to his spot on the couch.
His eyes scanned the bed before he shuffled in next to you. You closed the space between you two, cuddling into his arms. His arms encircled your waist, you pecked the corner of his mouth quickly, “Good night, husband.” You said sweetly.
“Good night wife.” He responded as he rubbed circles into your back while watching you inhale and exhale.
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Naboo’s Note:
Hello! First dune fic! Love it because I love that bald megamind lookin motherfucker. Hope this one is good, if it’s not or has spelling/ grammar errors please know I typed this on my phone half asleep and did not review it at all. Will be writing more for my bald boyfriend, talk soon! Thanks for all the likes and comments! XOXOXOXXOXOXO!!!!!
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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
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Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 3 - 3.4K WC NSFW 18+
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (you are here!)
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Warnings: SMUT, like gah damn, Feyd being sweet and soft but only for you because fuck everyone else, the Baron being a creep, Reverend Mother - ness, using the voice, blood, virginity loss (its a social construct but whatever), consent king, aftercare, scheming, plotting, play fighting to show who's boss, bad ass reader, honest to god - this is a GOOD one
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You watched as the servants removed the bodies of Feyd’s darlings. They seemed so unbothered, you realized this was probably not the first time they had cleaned up bodies. Your regular maids tried not to watch as they dressed you, keeping their heads low.
“Wait,” you said to the maid removing the blade brought to the ambush from last night.
Feyd leaned against the doorway, watching.
“Wait.” you said a bit louder as she moved to leave your apartments.
“STOP.” you said using the voice.
The woman stopped dead in her tracks, eyes going wide as she stood still.
“BRING ME THE KNIFE.” you commanded. Your maids moved away from you so the woman could bring you the blade. You felt the cold steel in your palm before your spoke again, “LEAVE US, ALL OF YOU.”
The door shut quickly and when your eyes met Feyd’s you couldn’t help but comment on his smug appearance.
“What?” you asked him innocently, tilting your head slightly.
“You’re taking to our ways already. Power suits you, Na-Baroness.” he said as he approached you slowly, picking up your free hand to kiss your knuckles.
He kissed them softly before you saw his eyes flit to the long knife in your opposite hand. You watched him start to shift his stance slightly. Everything slowed down as you gave him a cheeky smile. He yanked you towards him by the hand he was still holding onto. You ducked down, his grip holding your wrist. You elbowed him in the back of the knee, as he fell you ripped your arm from his grasp. He threw his arm out at you again, attempting to get ahold of you. The force from ripping your arm away threw you back, using that to your advantage you threw both your feet into his chest, kicking him back. He fell onto his back. Before he could anticipate another move you climbed on top of him, knees on his biceps.
You flipped the knife around, holding it to his neck, “Yield?” you questioned, breathing heavy with a grin tugging at your lips.
His black teeth were visible between his small panting breaths. You felt his hips shift before you felt one of his legs curl over your shoulder, forcing you to the floor. Now he straddled you, moving to hold one of your arms down you threw the knife, catching it with your opposite. You held the knife to Feyd’s ribs.
“Yield?” you asked again.
“You’re not in a position to be asking me to yield.” he chuckled lowly, “You think I’m afraid of being stabbed?” he chided.
You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t test me, husband.”
“Or what, wife?” he responded. You had never seen him so playful. Granted this was a violent situation and most in your position would be absolutely petrified.
Not you though. Fear is the mind killer. “LEAN FORWARD.” you said, the voice making his body lurch. You smacked your head into his, knocking him over. He groaned at the sharp pain before he looked at you. You expected rage to be in his eyes; the formidable Feyd Rautha losing a fight? Never. Yet all you saw was complete adoration, and even a hint of lust. You held the knife under his chin, “Yield?” you asked finally.
His eyes raked over you, you were starting to enjoy seeing him on his knees before you. He nodded before standing. You threw the knife onto the bed before looking at him. You left a small cut on his cheek when you headbutted him, you swiped up the dribble of blood seeping out onto your thumb. Feyd watched your every move. You put your thumb in your mouth, sucking the iron from your digit. His pupils were blown wide, the air in the room felt thick. You felt an unfamiliar warmth ignite in your lower belly, it trickled down to your core. You wanted more of the feeling but weren’t sure how to amplify it, or what even caused it.
Your eyes were lost in each other, locked in, focusing solely on the current moment. Feyd’s hands ghosted over your hips, you moved closer to him. Your breaths mingled, lips a centimeter apart. The door flew open, the Reverend Mother entering with fellow Bene Gesserit sisters following behind her. Feyd’s face instantly grew cold, but you could see it was to save face from the immense annoyance he felt.
“Breed them later,” she said, waving Feyd off. “You have been summoned by The Baron, quickly now.” she said before turning to walk out, expecting you to follow her.
Your eyes shifted to Feyd who was already looking at you with worry etched onto his sharp features. You opened your mouth to speak before he put his finger over his mouth, motioning for you to hush. He walked to you silently, pulling your dress up he attached his Holtzman shield to your upper thigh. You watched as he turned it on, a blue blur shimmering over you slightly before settling. You felt Feyd’s fingertips ghost over your thigh, making your eyes flutter closed and head tilt back. The warmth from earlier back in full force. Oh - he was what made you feel like that. He released your dress, adjusting it back to its rightful place before he squeezed your hand. “Be cautious, trust no one.” he whispered before leaving, glaring at the Reverend Mother as he went.
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You kneeled before the Baron as you entered the Great Hall. You kept your head down and eyes off him, “Baron.”
“I’ve been told you killed three maids.” he said gruffly, smoking his pipe.
“Three maids who tried to kill me.” you responded, rising.
“And how did you manage this?” he chuckled, “Did Feyd do it? You can tell me, he won’t get in trouble. Maids are so easily replaceable.”
“I assure you, I killed them. I was trained in combat by a former member of the Sardaukar.” you said, hands clenching each other tightly.
“And you said her sister was preferable? She seems more than adequate.” he said to the Reverend Mother, blowing out a puff of smoke. “How is married life?”
You bit your tongue, not wanting to dignify him with an answer. “I am doing my very best to please the Na-Baron.” you said.
“My nephew has never been easy to please. He grows bored quickly; and you killed his darlings. What will become of you when he is bored and has no toys?” the Baron laughed.
“We shall see.” you said, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to snap at him. Harkonnen’s are full of fury, but you had learned that patience and planning was the best way to know your enemy. You were always watching, observing. And what you observed now was the Baron, testing you. Seeing which way you would fall, to him or to Feyd. “I live to serve House Harkonnen.” you said, kneeling and holding your arms out, opening yourself up completely. Your head was bowed but you honed your hearing in, listening to the silent exchange between the Reverend Mother and the Baron. This skill was more difficult for you than the voice but you managed.
You listened to their minds echo.
“Use her to control Feyd.” thought the Reverend Mother.
You could feel the Baron’s agreement, “Control Feyd, control the Emperium entirely.”
You kept your face devoid of emotion, your mind clear so Reverend Mother knew nothing of your eavesdropping.
“Rise.” said the Baron.
You gave him a sweet smile, “Might I walk the halls? I have yet to adjust my eyes to the darkness of Geidi Prime, I would like to heighten my sight.” asimple, silly request but one you hoped he would oblige.
“Of course.” said the Baron.
You bowed to him and the Reverend Mother before walking out of the hall. You walked back towards your apartments, wanting to talk to Feyd about what just transpired. When you arrived Feyd was nowhere to be found.
You walked up to your guards, “Where is the Na-Baron?”
“I am unable to say, Na-Baroness.” he said sternly.
“TELL ME.” you snapped at him in the voice.
“He is in the arena, training.” he said, shaking his head after he told you, unsure why he did so given his orders.
“FETCH HIM.” you commanded before walking back into your apartments, listening to the guards hurried steps.
You kicked off your shoes and held your stomach, trying to pace your breathing while in such a tight dress. You clawed at the laces of your corset, letting out a grumble when you failed to even untie the initial string. Once you heard the door slide open you turned around. Your breathing was still erratic but you quickly made your way to him. You looked both ways for prying ears, your guards given to you by the Baron himself stood watch.
“LEAVE US.” you told them before shutting and locking the chamber door.
Feyd’s face was covered with confusion. You pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck. “That man is evil…” you said to him.
“What?” he responded, pulling you back by your hips.
“The Baron… the Reverend Mother… they want to use me to control you.” you said, looking into his eyes nervously.
“How do you know this?” he asked, tone still gentle, purely inquisitive.
“How do you think?” your voice echoed in his mind, yet your lips remained unmoving. “Feyd… I’m scared… I don’t want to be some political pawn. I… I just want to be…” you said, biting your lip before you could finish your sentence.
“Want to be what?” he said, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears before his hands came to cradle your face.
You sucked in a sharp breath, “Yours.” you paused, “I am your wife, my loyalties lie with you. Always with you. You are the only person I have on this god forsaken planet. The only person I trust. The only person I want.” your hands held his face, eyes glossy with tears.
He could see it, the genuine nature of everything you just said. Truth be told, he felt the same way. You were the only person he felt anything for, a fire in him burned for you and you alone. You were the only one who could make him vulnerable and soft. He wanted to be that way with you. To be held, cherished, loved. Love. He knew little of it, sex and violence were what fueled him prior to you. Yet here you stood, holding him. Declaring yourself to him, not House Harkonnen. He loved you the minute he saw you, he thought to himself. As if it were fate.
“Feyd… talk to me.” you said, interrupting his train of thought.
“I want you too.” he whispered before connecting your lips.
You melted into him, arms going around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt none of the panic you felt on your wedding night. You wanted him to touch you, feel you, love you. Your tongues mingled together, you mimicked Feyd’s movements. You nipped at his bottom lip instinctually; he sucked in a breath, separating from you. He licked at the drop of blood falling from his lip.
“Sorry!” you said hurriedly, “I… I’m not really sure what to do.” you could feel your face heating up, thankfully the black sun was eclipsing so the room was shrouded in darkness. Only the red lights in the room cast an ethereal glow.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips.
“I want you… show me how.” you said.
Feyd leaned back in, kissing you fervently. You felt his hands slide up your hips to start untying your corset. He pulled the ribbon through the endless holes before you felt it go limp. Your breasts peeked out as your dress slowly started to slip off. You felt his hands run up your waist before he slid his hands up your arms.
“Have you never been touched?” he asked, noticing how even the slightest of touches made you squirm.
You shook your head, “No, never.”
“May I touch you?” he whispered as his lips hovered over your neck.
“You already are.” you said, trying to sound like you were still in control of yourself when in reality your mind was hazy. Your senses felt dialed to 11 as he barely touched you.
“Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere.” he said, licking your neck quickly before blowing on it, making goosebumps flood over your skin. You shivered slightly, making him smirk.
“Ok.” you breathed out.
“Ok? Tell me to stop if you want to stop. We don’t have to do this, I want you no matter what.” he said in all seriousness, gaze never leaving yours as he asked for your consent.
“I want to… please Feyd, make me feel good.” you said, almost moaning it out. The anticipation of his touch driving you mad.
Feyd wasted no time tugging the rest of your dress down. He ripped the corset away, watching the way the black and red fabric pooled around your hips. He kissed, sucked, licked over the vast expanse of your chest. You held him close, body tingling with every move he made. You let out a small yelp when he took your nipple in his mouth, head falling back when he played with your other breast. He held your thighs before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down, legs hanging off the edge. You felt his hands caress your upper body as he kissed his way down. His hands held the last bit of your dress, the fabric was barely being held up by your hips. His eyes flicked to yours, seeking permission. You nodded at him repeatedly. He pulled the dress off, leaving you bare. You felt overly exposed as his eyes wandered over every dip and curve.
You tried to cover yourself, embarrassed. Feyd’s gentle hands grabbed your wrists, pulling them away from you. “Perfection,” he said, “utter perfection.”
“I want to see you too.” you said, hands tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He removed his upper armor and shoes before stopping.
“Come take what you want.” he said, lust completely consuming him. He wanted to see how desperate you were for him, how much you needed him.
You smirked but he didn’t miss the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled his shirt off. Your eyes drank in his pale torso. Muscles rippled over his entire body, you didn’t even realize you were already moving to touch him. You felt over him before needing more like some insatiable beast. Your hands couldn’t move fast enough as you fiddled with his belt, his pants finally loose enough for you to pull down. All that remained was his underwear, you could see a straining bulge in his pants. Feyd pushed you back gently so you were laying with your legs off the bed once more. You rested on your elbows, watching to see what he was doing. He dropped to his knees before you. His hand pushed your legs apart.
“So good… is this all for me?” he asked, his head inching closer to your dripping core.
Before you could answer he attached his mouth you your clit, “Ah, fuck!” you moaned. He ate you out like a man starved. He had one goal in mind, make you cum on his tongue twice before he even considered fucking you. Your body writhed, the pleasure consuming you completely. His strong arms held your hips down, your thighs encasing his head. You felt the heat in your lower belly start to spill over, it flowed in your veins scorching you. Your back arched as he sucked and licked at you incessantly.
“Feyd!” you shrieked, unable to compose yourself as you were overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of euphoria.
Feyd didn’t slow his movements, he watched your slick coat his fingers before he teased your entrance. Your body trembled as he slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of you. He kept his pace for a moment before speeding up, resuming his sucking on your clit. Your soft mewls and whines were music to his ears. “Come on love, I know you can be a good girl for me and cum.”
He mumbled as he was more focused on sucking your bundle of nerves than talking. You clamped your thighs around his head as you rode his face, milking your orgasm for all it was worth. When you finally loosened your grip on his head he nipped and sucked love bites into your inner thighs before kissing his way up to you. “You alright?” he asked.
“I never want to leave this bed.” you chuckled, caressing his face. You felt his bulge rubbing against your sensitive core slightly. You decided to test out his reactions. You grinded into him, he was painfully hard. He let out a strangled groan. You slipped your hand between your bodies, your hand dipping into his underwear finally gripping him where he wanted you most. You watched his eyes flutter closed. You paced yourself as you tugged him off, watching his face for reactions while listening to the little noises he made. Your thumb rubbed over his slick tip, making him lurch forwards.
“W - wait…” he huffed out.
You let go of him immediately, “Did I do something wrong?”
“The opposite actually…” he said with a breathy laugh. You watched as he pulled his underwear off, you gasped when his cock slapped against his stomach. You watched the black precum leak from his pale pink tip. You took him all in, he was beautiful.
“Do you want to have sex?” he asked, kissing over your chest and neck lazily.
You bucked your hips up to him. He ran his cock through your folds, hitting your clit while coating you in him. You felt him position himself before he looked at you with a worried gaze. “This might hurt,” he said before pushing in slowly.
You expected pain but this felt like you were being torn in half. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, slipping down your face when Feyd finally bottomed out. He held still, eyes finally flitting to your face, he saw your tears. He glanced down, he saw his black seed mixed with your crimson blood. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, feeling guilty for making you hurt even if it’ll bring you pleasure.
“No,” you shook your head, “Keep going.” you said pulling him closer to you so you could hook your legs around his waist.
This position felt much better and as he started moving, you felt the pain ebb into pleasure. Tears kept falling from your eyes but these were tears of joy, of bliss. He couldn’t find where to look, everywhere his eyes landed he saw something more delicious than the last place he looked. He became entranced with your belly, watching the bulge reappear with every thrust. He sped up, his high approaching quickly. You sensed his urgency, rubbing your clit furiously you pushed yourself over the edge. You felt your pussy milking him for everything he was worth, you also felt his hot seed deep inside you. Feyd collapsed on top of you, using the last of his strength to keep himself from crushing you. He shifted to lay next to you. Neither of you said anything for a moment before Feyd stood up and walked into the bathroom. Your heart dropped, was he just using you for sex? He returned before your thoughts could spiral. He wiped your face with the damp cloth before he gently cleaned between your legs, careful not to overstimulate your puffy clit. He wiped his cock before throwing the cloth to the floor. You shimmied backwards, pulling the covers over yourself. Feyd followed suit. You cuddled into him instantly.
“Thank you.” you said sleepily.
“For what?” he asked, massaging your scalp.
“Everything,” you mumbled. He smiled watching you try to fight sleep. “I love you Feyd.”
He halted his movements for a second before curling into you, holding you. “I love you Y/N.” he kissed your head, holding you close. He let the warmth of the moment envelop him. Yep, this was love. Feyd Rautha, the psychotic killer, was deeply in love.
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In Time
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble - 2K WC
Part 2
Masterlist
Warnings: none really this is very fluffy because I'm a slut for Feyd being soft with you and nobody else
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You wandered the dark halls of the palace. Geidi Prime was dark, cold, and lonely. You missed Ix, your home world. You had been sent to Geidi Prime as an offering of sorts. The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha was of age and needed a wife. Several options from the Great Houses had been sent and you were there to represent Ix as its only princess. You truly did not care for this polluted planet and knew someone as plain as you considered yourself to be would not catch the Na-Baron’s eye. So, you wandered the halls in search of nothing in particular. A grand palace was very different from the labs of Ix. Everything on Ix was below the surface of the planet, the only reason to go to the surface was to travel. So here you wandered, the glow from your levitating lamp was all that accompanied you. You heard your steps echo before you stopped. You activated your shield, a bluish blur settling over you. You stood still, listening for something as you felt the air around you shift. You softly pressed a button on your wrist control pad, the light from your lamp going out. You sat in complete darkness, yet you knew you weren’t alone. Pressing another button your eyes shone like an animal in the dark, searching for prey through the night vision.
“I can see you.” you said to the man ducking low behind a pillar a few feet from you. You walked over to him as he rose to his full height; he towered over you and he was most definitely a Harkonnen. You tried to walk past him but he followed you.
“You’re not allowed in this wing.” he said gruffly, trailing behind you closely.
“And what wing would this be?” you sighed out, not wanting to deal with anyone right now.
“The engineering wing,” he said, now walking next to you.
You let out a laugh, “This is exactly where I should be. Feels like home.” you said.
“Home?” the stranger asked.
“Ix - aka the high tech planet. We make everything useful and somehow we are still forgotten.” you sighed, shrugging off the sadness in your statement. You turned into a room that was exuding light in the hallway, the only light in this dreary place. It looked like one of the basic mechanic labs on Ix but for the Harkonnens this must have been impressive. You went to one of the tables before grabbing specific tools. The stranger watched you from the doorway, leaning against it.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Fixing a glitch.” you said nonchalantly as you pulled out your right eye.
Feyd walked closer, watching your nimble fingers work to fix something so small. “You made your own eye?”
“Eyes,” you corrected. “I was born without eyes, a strange mutation but Ix has such advanced technology I have always been able to see.” you said as you snapped the final piece into place. You put your eye back in, blinking a few times to get it recalibrated and working. You clicked a few buttons on your wrist control pad, watching as it ran diagnostics through your right eye while refocusing the left.
“Do you invent things like the others from Ix?” he asked, watching your pupils dilate repeatedly.
“I’m not that talented,” you chuckled, “I am excellent at repairs though, I enjoy fixing or upgrading random things in the palace. Mother hates it, says it's for the servants to do.” You rolled your eyes.
“Can you fix this?” Said the man, handing you his shield device. “It turns on but falters.”
You took it from his pale hand, fingers connecting, sending a chill up your hand in the most pleasant way. You inspected it before unlatching the cover and began prodding the wires. You used different tools from all over the room, the man’s eyes never left you.
“Why are you on Geidi Prime if you’re the princess of Ix?” He asked, sitting slightly closer as he watched you melt wires together.
You faltered for a moment, setting your tools down before letting out a sigh. “I’m a prospective bride for the Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” You said with a grimace.
The stranger chuckled, “Not a fan of his?” He asked.
“I’m not a fan of being a prize for some stranger to win.” you corrected him.
“You’re not afraid of him?” he asked, sounding like he was in slight disbelief.
“I fear no one. Fear is the mind killer.” you replied.
“You’re Bene Gesserit?” he asked with slight disdain.
“No, but it is a good mantra to hold. Once you know the horrors of the universe and fear nothing, the universe is yours.” you said, clicking the receptor into place.
“And what will you do if he picks you?” he asked.
“That depends. If he is a brute, I will endure and bring both our houses honor. If he is gentle, I will grow to love him, and hope he loves me in return. Either way I will do my duty. My happiness is all that hangs in the balance. But that has never mattered much to men.” you finished before fastening his shield to his torso armor. You turned it on, the blue blur covering him. You grabbed a screwdriver, flipping it over before attempting to stab him. The shield caught the sharp, not allowing it to pass.
You put the screwdriver back on the table, “There, all fixed.” you smiled sweetly at him.
“You could have stabbed me.” he smiled back.
“But I didn’t.” you pointed at him before walking towards the door. “Come on.” you motioned for him to follow you.
“Where to next?” he asked.
“I should probably return to my chambers; I could be engaged tomorrow. Best to get some sleep.” you sighed once again.
“If he asked, gave you a choice, what would you say?” the man asked, walking beside you down the corridor.
“Feyd Rautha? Well… if he were like you I’d be inclined to say yes.” you smiled softly, glancing at him.
“Like me?” he asked with a bit of shock in his voice.
“Kind, curious. You are the only Harkonnen who has been either to me. Everyone else is… cold. People on Ix are quite similar, mother always said I was too emotional. Said it was a weakness that ‘inhibited one's ability to see reason’. But I think it can be a strength. It allows for one to truly feel, to truly connect with others.”
“Did you connect with others on Ix?” he asked.
“No, not much. It has always been a lonely existence, my plants and trinkets were company enough.” you replied, looking down with slight shame.
The man gently grabbed you hand in his cold pale one, “You won’t always be alone.” he said, giving your hand a slight squeeze before bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “The princess with the magic eyes.”
Your lips tipped up at the affectionate name, “Y/N.” you said, realizing you never told him your name. “Princess Y/N of Ix.” you said giving a curtsey while he still held your hand.
He chuckled before kissing your knuckles again, “Goodnight Princess Y/N of Ix.” he said before letting you go.
You watched him walk down the hall into the darkness, wondering if your family would accept a Harkonnen on Ix as the mystery man made you feel something inside. Your eyes widened, realizing you never got his name, you looked up quickly to ask him but he was already gone. You turned in for the night, drifting off to thoughts of the man you met that night.
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The maids that traveled with you finished adorning you in your house colors, gold and black. You looked at yourself in your mirror, sighing.
“You look beautiful my lady, the Na-Baron would be lucky to have you.” your maid said.
You smiled sadly at her, nodding in agreement. Your chamber door slid open, multiple guards filled in. “Time to go princess.” he said, leading you down the hallways before entering the Great Hall. You saw 10 other women from the various Great Houses standing in a line before the Baron.
“Fine specimens for my nephew, he will enjoy whomever he chooses.” the Baron said to Rabban with a sick laugh.
You rolled your eyes, clasping your hands together in front of you. You prayed that you were overlooked and could leave Geidi Prime as soon as possible. You heard the Grand Hall doors open once more and watched the man from last night round all of you to stand next to the Baron.
“Nephew!” he said.
Your stomach hit the floor, your eyes bulging. You felt faint as you started to tremble slightly. The man from last night was Feyd Rautha Harkonnen himself. “Fuck. Me.” you damned yourself.
“Choose your bride.” the Baron said, motioning to you all.
Feyd started at the opposite end of women, slowly walking past each one. The tension was agonizing. Now that you knew who the man from last night was, you regret everything you said to him. You tried to stab him for fucks sake. Who knew what sick plans he had for you. You stared at the ground until you saw two black boots standing before you.
“This one.” you heard his gruff voice say before you felt his cool fingers tilt your chin up. Your eyes held nervous tears, afraid of your now set future.
“Princess Y/N of Ix, a fine choice.” the Baron said. “See that the others leave Geidi Prime safely. Clear the room, give my nephew time to converse with his new bride.” the Baron said before leaving the Grand Hall with everyone else.
“I - I’m so sorry Lord Na-Baron, please forgive me for everything last night. If I had known it was you I would not have been so… so…” you stumbled.
“Normal?” he said, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “I picked the princess with the magic eyes for a reason.” he said, hand falling to gently graze yours, yet giving you plenty of space to pull away from his touch.
“I should have acted in a manner befitting my station.” you whispered.
“I didn’t pick you because I wanted a princess.” he said.
“Why then?” you asked cautiously.
“I picked you because you act with humanity, with emotion. Something lacking on Geidi Prime. Something lacking within myself.” he said with a tinge of sorrow.
“That’s not true.” you said, softly grasping his hand. You heard him suck in a sharp breath as you looked up to him. “Your eyes are blue.” you said with a small smile.
“Your eyes are magic.” he responded, not quite sure how small talk goes between people who were not Harkonnens always discussing war or bloodshed or greed.
You smiled at his words, nobody else had ever been impressed by your one invention, your eyes had always been deemed mid level impressive to those on Ix.
“I’m not a brute,” he said, holding both your hands. “I wish to see you happy on Geidi Prime. I must act with a hardened disposition but… not with you. Never with you.” he spoke.
You dropped one of his hands to cradle his face. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and getting lost in it. The sight saddened your heart, he had not known a gentle touch. “We can bring each other happiness, in time.” you said as you thumbed over his cheek bone.
“And… perhaps love. In time.” he said, opening his eyes. His hand grasped yours from his face before kissing your palm.
You leaned up, briefly connecting your lips in a soft kiss. His hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “All in good time, Na-Baron, my husband.” you smiled.
“Feyd,” he said. “Just Feyd to you, my Na-Baroness, my wife.” you could just see his black teeth with the slight smile he gave you.
“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha and Na-Baroness Y/N.” you said your formal titles, well, what would be your formal titles by the end of the week. Harkonnens wasted little time with wedding ceremonies, only wanting an heir as soon as possible.
His name sounded like a prayer on your tongue as he leaned his forehead against yours, holding you close to him. Your hands rested on his chest, breathing him in. He wasn’t a brute, your happiness didn’t hang in the balance. You wanted to nurture each other, what more could you have asked for?
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Hello! To all my new and old fans out there, thank you for reading my stuff! Still madly in love with this little psycho but I tend to write him as a soft boy because I love the "hates everyone but you" trope. Next Feyd fic will be a smut piece so be on the look out for that. I would love some Feyd requests so don't be shy, please send them my way! Thanks again, <3!!!! XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO
In Time
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 2 - 1.4K WC
Part 1
Masterlist
Warnings: holy fluff, like all fluff, literally nothing but sweet sweet fluff
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You and Feyd stood across from each other in your shared chamber. The wedding had gone off without a hitch, it was much darker than you imagined. Darker in the sense that it was made well known that you were to submit to Feyd. You had not been allowed to see each other after the initial engagement and your thoughts were getting the better of you. You worried once the deed was done, once you were officially married and bound to each other, he might not be the man you met. The kind, inquisitive one who craved gentleness. Perhaps he truly was the Feyd Rautha everyone feared.
You toddled your feet, looking everywhere but at him. He stepped closer and you instinctively took a step back. “My apologies my Lord Na-Baron.” you said quietly.
“Do not apologize. Are you scared?” he asked, remaining where he was.
“A bit.” you replied, fidgeting with your hands.
“Of me?” he asked, you could see a hint of pain behind his gaze.
You flicked your eyes to him. He could tell without getting a verbal answer from you that you were afraid of him. He felt a small pang in his chest, and yet, he understood your hesitation.
“I do not expect anything from you,” he reassured, “but… I would like to get to know you.” he said.
You took a small step towards him, “… but… do we not have… duties to perform?” you asked shakily, eyes wandering to the bed.
He could feel the fear radiating off of you, “No. Not until you are ready.” he said with certainty.
You raised your eyebrows slightly, not expecting him to cater to you in such a way given how much pressure is put on the production of an heir.
“Why don’t you bathe, change into something comfortable, and we can talk then? I’ll do the same… in separate quarters, for your comfort.” he said walking backwards towards the door.
You nodded, watching him walk out. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in before moving to the bathroom. You began discarding all the intricate accessories in your hair, on your neck, on your arms, and finally your dress. You looked at the black paint that was put on your body before the wedding. War paint. Was this marriage going to be a war? You ran yourself a bath, watching the black streak off your body slowly. You sunk down, letting the water envelope you completely. You felt peace here, underwater and away from everything. Alas, peace cannot last forever. Not on Geidi Prime.
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Feyd re-entered your shared chamber. It felt sterile. Feyd could hear you in the bath still, so he decided to have the maids bring in different foods before activating different lights around the room, casting soft indirect light around. He sat on the sprawling couch in nothing but comfortable pants, his war paint also washed off his torso. He was on display and felt like he needed armor at this moment. He felt vulnerable. Lost in thought he almost didn’t realize the bathroom door slid open. His head snapped up, you wore the silken black night clothes the maids had left for you. Your face was bare and your hair was still damp; he had never seen someone so real, so beautiful. Speechless, he motioned for you to sit on the couch with him.
“What’s all this?” you asked, looking around at the lights and different trays of foods.
“I figured it might take us a while to learn about each other.” he said with a shy smile.
You nodded, afraid to start the conversation.
“We shouldn’t hide anything from one another, agreed?” he said, grabbing a strange looking black fruit.
You nodded, “Where would you like to start?” you asked him, keeping your eyes on him, trying to study him.
“What is your favorite color?” he asked.
You chuckled at the trivial question, “It’s black… more a lack of color really.” you smiled softly.
“Well you’re on the right planet if that’s the case.” he said.
You laughed at his comment, a true laugh. He had never heard something so enchanting. “I can ask anything, yes?” you asked.
He nodded, reaching to hand you a slice of the fruit he was eating.
You took it graciously, ”Why are your teeth black? Only your darlings had black teeth from what I’ve seen.” you said.
“You know of my darlings?” he asked with wide eyes, as if he had been caught.
“I’m not stupid, I know the needs of bored men.” you said as you ate the fruit.
“I dismissed them, they… they were concubines. Nothing more, I swear it.” he rushed out.
“It’s alright Feyd. Now, my question needs an answer.” you waved off his worries.
“I - I’m afraid it's a rather shallow answer… They are considered beautiful on Geidi Prime. Pure vanity I suppose.” he smiled, showing his blackened teeth.
You nodded, satisfied with his answer. “Your turn.” you said as you picked up random foods to try.
“What else can your eyes do?” he asked, eating with you.
You smiled perkily, excited someone was interested in your invention. “Night vision, stunning, even managed a laser in one. Mostly they are for seeing but they have all sorts of ‘hidden features’. I particularly enjoy the thermal vision, helps me see what people are concealing.” you said showing Feyd each setting as you spoke.
“Magic indeed.” he smiled.
Throughout your conversation you shifted closer to him, hours passed learning continuously about each other. The conversation flowed smoothly, as if you had known each other for years.
“What are your scars from?” you asked, pointing to the scattered marks.
Feyd fell quiet, fingers deftly tracing over a few of them. “The Baron is not kind. He… ever since I was small he…” you saw the hurt and hate in Feyd’s eyes.
You nudged him with your knee but got no reaction. You softly pushed him back on the couch so he was relaxing against the back of it. You watched him with cautious eyes, you stood before straddling him. It felt slightly awkward at first but once you found your bearings you pressed him to you in a tight hug, arms wrapping around his neck to hold him. He wasted no time reciprocating.
“You won't be hurt anymore, I swear.” you said to him before finally leaning back. Your lips were dangerously close. Your breaths mingled, both your eyes wandering between each other's eyes and lips. You leaned in, Feyd met you halfway. The kiss was soft, hesitant. Yet the longer it went on the more you craved him. You felt his hands slide to your hips, squeezing your supple flesh. You let out a small whimper, causing both of you to stop and stare at each other.
You chuckled, “I have much to learn in the areas of intimacy, husband.” you said to him.
Feyd chuckled, stealing a kiss before he responded with a hum, “Wife.” he smiled hazily.
“Do you have other questions?” he asked, kissing your fingers softly.
“What do you expect of me as your wife?” you asked, expecting him to say children.
“Nothing… except…” he hesitated.
“What?” you said tilting his chin up to meet your eyes. He looked… afraid. Something you never thought you would see.
“It is foolish.” he waved you off.
“Tell me anyway.” you asked, almost begging to know.
“Love… and even then I do not expect it but… I wish for it. For something I have never had.” his head fell, as if he expected you to strike him for asking this.
You cradled his face in your palms, “Who’s to say the seed of love has not already been planted between us? Who’s to say it doesn’t bloom more and more each moment I am with you?” you pecked his lips, eyes finding his when you pulled back. “We have both been neglected of love we deserve, of love we crave. I wish for nothing more than to love and be loved, Feyd.” you said in a genuine and vulnerable tone. You had never been so honest with someone and you doubt he had either. A smile graced his lips as he held you close to him. You messed with your wrist control panel before blinking, your pupils shifting into the shape of a heart.
Feyd laughed at your cute antic, “Magic eyed beauty.” he mumbled out.
You laughed in return, “Fearless pretty boy.” you kissed his nose.
“Pretty?” he scoffed.
“Very pretty indeed.” you said, doubling down on your statement, hugging him once more.
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Naboo's Note:
IDK how I feel about this, I wasn't planning on doing a part 2 but somebody requested it so let me know what ya'll think. Am I making him too soft? I can always write him a bit more psycho lol. Post again soon, XOXOXOXOXOOXOXXO
Power
Feyd Rautha X Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC
Masterlist
Warnings: fluff, murder, the Voice, Feyd being Feyd, some soft moments, some kinda psycho moments, implied sex but nothing NSFW, smack talk
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“Good morning my love.” you said as you hugged Feyd from behind as he finished dressing. You rested your head on his broad back, breathing him in.
He smiled softly to himself before turning around in your grasp. “Hello darling.” he said before bending down and picking you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist. He set you down on the bathroom counter, you pulled back to kiss him sleepily.
You hummed in content as he returned your affection, “I love you.” you said to him as you started to wake up fully.
He moved your legs apart to stand between them, caressing your hips slowly. “I have to meet with Rabban and the Baron today. Arrakis is proving to be more difficult than we anticipated.” he sighed.
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” you whined as you trailed your hands to his waistband, running your finger along the inside barely.
Feyd sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder. You had not been long married but you adored each other. He felt lucky to have you, and you felt the same. You got to see a Feyd no one else saw. “I must, my sweet.” he said, tilting your chin up so he could kiss you slowly.
You nodded, smiling brightly at him. He moved to walk away but you tugged him back once more to indulge yourself in one final kiss. “I love you.” He whispered.You smiled cheekily as he gave your hand a squeeze before leaving. You sighed watching him walk away; you loved him endlessly.
You hopped off the counter, calling for your maids. They dressed you in your typical pastels. You adorned your black necklace, the same one Feyd wore so everyone could identify you as the Na-Baroness. You wandered the halls of the palace mostly, finding solace in the quiet. You spent a good amount of time in the library as well, finding the books Harkonnens chose to keep around rather interesting. A lot of histories surprisingly. The closer you wandered to the Great Hall the more you heard other voices. You approached a cracked door, hearing the generals inside speak.
“She hardly acts like a Na-Baroness. She is not a Harkonnen, she will never be a Harkonnen. Any child that blooms from her will be weak. A disgrace to the Na-Baron.” one said with venom in his voice.
“She does not even use her skills as a Bene Gesserit, she dishonors everything she touches.” another spat.
Your eyes held hot tears which streamed down your face the moment you turned to leave. The door swung open before you could walk away, knocking you to the ground. The generals stood above you, the larger one scoffed “See? Weak, licentious.”. Their gazes held such malcontent towards you, it burned your very soul. You rushed back to your chambers, throwing yourself into bed before you curled into a ball. You knew when you married Feyd some found you too different to become a Harkonnen. You were the embodiment of your planet: peaceful, bright, colorful, calm, loving. All traits Feyd loved you for, as he had never known such things. It is why he picked you out of all the brides offered to him. You fell asleep crying, wishing the people of Geidi Prime could see you, truly see you..
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Feyd returned to your shared chambers. He smiled softly when he saw you curled up, until he saw the streak marks on your cheeks. You had obviously been crying for hours. Feyd caressed your cheeks, slowly waking you up.
“What is it my darling?” He said gruffly.
Your eyes immediately watered for a second time that day, “Nothing.” You sighed trying to not let tears spill.
“You have always been a terrible liar.” He said, making you smirk for a second.
“I just wish Harkonnens liked me more…” you said, grasping his hand, smoothing your fingers over his knuckles to calm your anxiety.
Feyd’s face bunched up in confusion, “What?” He said.
“I overheard some generals today… they think I’m weak, that I’m not worthy of being your Na-Baroness… what if they’re right?” You said, shifting closer to rest your head on his chest.
His arms immediately wrapped around you, “Don’t say that, don’t even think it.” He said, you could feel the sadness behind his words.
You nodded, leaning up to kiss his neck. He hummed in pleasure. “Would you… recognize these men again?” He moaned out breathlessly as you began to kiss down his body.
You nodded wordlessly, coming back up to his face. “I’ll give you their hearts.” He said, smiling coldly.
Something about the look in his eyes lit a fire in you, “They want me to be a Harkonnen, let me give them Harkonnen justice.” You said.
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You stood in the Great Hall, all of Feyd’s generals lined up before you. You sat formidably on the throne before them, right on Feyd’s lap. You could see the contempt in the two generals eyes before you whispered to Feyd which men it was. Everyone else was dismissed, leaving the four of you in the vast hall.
“It has come to my attention that you both refuse to acknowledge the ascension of the Na-Baroness. Is this true?” Feyd asked in a cold, flat tone.
The generals fumbled; shaking their heads while uttering denials. You sighed, throwing your legs over before standing up and walking down the steps. You were two steps above the main floor, they looked up to you.
“Speak the truth.” You said softly.
“Nothing of the sort has occurred Na-Baron.” One said, sending you a sideways glance. As if Feyd would believe them over you.
“KNEEL, BOTH OF YOU.” You said using the Voice. They wanted a Harkonnen Na-Baroness, you were going to give them one. One who took advantage of all powers they possessed.
The men knelt before you, you walked closer grabbing one’s face harshly. You could see in his eyes how much he hated you. How much he wanted to fight back.
“SPEAK THE TRUTH.” You commanded, the Voice reverberating through the hall.
The men spoke without control, rambling about how you were unworthy of being the Na-Baroness. About how soft you were, how you were unable to conform to Harkonnen ways.
Silence fell over the room, you released the man’s face roughly. You made your way back to the throne, speaking as you went, “You believe I am soft. And you’d be right. I am merciful.”
You looked at them once you reached Feyd, reaching for his hand before you settled on his lap again. “But you do not wish for mercy. You wish for a Na-Baroness who follows the Harkonnen ways.” You kissed Feyd’s neck up to his cheek before looking back to the men. “I wish to bathe in red. Run me a bath.” You said.
The men looked between each other, confused. “CUT OUT YOUR HEARTS.” You commanded.
You and Feyd watched in delight, the men fighting against themselves to no avail. Cutting deep into their chests you would never forget the sound of their ribs cracking as they reached inside their chests, ripping their still beating hearts from themselves. You watched them fall, hearts in hand. The pool of blood grew by the second.
You called for a servant, who looked horrified at the mess, never knowing you to do something like this. “Yes Na-Baroness?” They said softly with their head down.
You didn’t like their fear, but you liked the respect and power you had over them. “Preserve their hearts for me. Bring them to our chambers.” You ordered.
The woman nodded, scurrying out of the Great Hall. “We should return to our chambers.” Feyd whispered into the crook of your neck.
“Oh? And why’s that?” You said, meeting his gaze.
“Because I have never wanted you more than I do right now.” He breathed out, nipping at your neck as his hands smoothed over your hips and thighs.
You moaned leaning back into him, “Take me here Na-Baron. Take me on your throne.” You kissed his lips before moving to straddle him.
“As you wish, Na-Baroness.” He said before pulling your dress open, attaching his lips to your chest.
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Naboo’s Note:
Hey! Thanks for reading! I loved writing this one it was based off a request. Sorry the post is a bit late, work got real crazy. Let me know if yall enjoy it! Love yall xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo
Blood Sport
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 1 - 1K WC
Part 1 (you are here!)
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 NSFW 18+
Masterlist
Warnings: royalty y/n, space vampires (kinda?), if you speak Latin you might know some of these words, feyd being feyd, feyd realizing you are a bad bitch, probably some other shit I should mention but honestly this one is setting the stage, its the following fics that'll need warnings lol
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Your eyes were black. It was the first thing about you that Feyd noticed. Pitch black scleras with blood red irises that seemed to glow softly. You were draped in black with different shades of red peaking throughout your dress. Yet your eyes are what captured Feyd the most. Not the long, sharp nails. Not the jars of blood your maids were taking to your quarters. Not the fact that almost everything you were wearing could become an improvised weapon. No, your sharp eyes that were unreadable to him are what drew him closer to you. You kept your head high, unyielding to his imposing presence. Neither of you did anything but stare at one another, trying to analyze what you could from one another.
“The only child of House Cruor, Princess Y/N.” said the Baron from the throne in the Great Hall.
You and Feyd kept watching each other, poised like snakes ready to strike.
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“And why should I wed some priss of a princess?” Fedy spat as he looked on at the Baron, submerged in his black sludge bath.
“You are of age and Geidi Prime needs an heir. You are the only one who can give us an heir.” he answered as he smoked out of his pipe.
“What about Rabban?” Feyd said, gesturing to his brother.
“Because I’m going to make you Emperor. And the future Emperor needs an heir.” the Baron said, dismissing his eldest nephew. “He embarrassed this house. You need to restore House Harkonnen to its full glory. Full fear. So you will marry and you will do so without quarrel.” the Baron said without room for further question.
Feyd sighed. He shouldn’t be complaining, he really shouldn’t. Emperor - he could be the most powerful man in the Emperium. And whoever he would be married to would be Empress and would fill their days with something or the other. He would never have to see you if he were the Emperor. “Fine… find me a wife worthy of being my Empress.” Feyd said to him before walking away.
And oh did he. The Baron only sought out the most savage houses. Honorable but bloodthirsty just like the Harkonnens. He has to find someone Feyd couldn’t break. And so, he found you. The sole heir to House Cruor. A planet shrouded in darkness with only a red supergiant star bathing their planet in ominous red light. House Cruor was brutal. Their battle strategies, their fearlessness, their desire for power. It was a match made in hell. Even better, House Cruor were the last of the Sanguines; a powerful race that had once practiced blood magic. Their ways were unknown to the universe, similar to the Bene Gesserit, but they were incredibly strong, incredibly alluring, and incredibly ruthless. The Baron chose well.
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Feyd’s hand twitched, going to move some hair from your face. You instantly had the ruffles of your long sleeve drawn together and pointed at his throat, your fingernails coming up to defend yourself further. The sharp ends of each ruffle coming together made for several tiny daggers pointed at him, and your nails were more like claws. He retracted his hand slowly, once it was back at his side you retracted your dress and nails as well.
“This is who you picked for me?” Feyd asked, looking at the Baron and the Reverend Mother, “She can’t even talk.” He said looking at you, unimpressed.
“SPEAK.” Reverend Mother ordered you, using the Voice.
You smiled coldly at her after a moment of deafening silence. Feyd’s breath caught in his throat, he had never seen someone be unaffected by the Voice.
“She’s some kind of monster…” you heard one of the maids whisper from the corner of the room.
Your hand shot out moving in strange, hypnotic ways. The maid had no control over herself, she walked to stand in front of you before you forced her to her knees. The blood magic Feyd had read up on briefly before you arrived, could this be it? You kept your hand down, your powers gripped every molecule of her blood, bending her to your will.
“A monster? If I am a monster I would speak more softly. Monsters are dangerous. Ill tempered.” you said before raising her up so her feet hovered just above the cold stone floor.
The maids eyes held fear, tears streaming down her face as she waited for you to do something. For the first time, Feyd saw a brief smile grace your lips. Two fangs; a much desired Sanguine feature that had faded from the genetic line slowly. Yet you were graciously bestowed with them. Your smile faded before you tossed the girl to the side dismissively. You turned your attention back to Feyd who was looking at you with a heated gaze. A hungry one.
“She can talk. When she wants to.” you said to him with venom in your tone.
All Feyd did was smirk. You weren’t weak like he expected. He was going to have so much fun figuring out how you worked. You bowed your head to the Baron and a still stunned Reverend Mother. You were already proving difficult to control. They both needed you on their side, yet Feyd wanted you on his. You moved to leave the Great Hall, all the sharp metal bits of your gown dragged along the stone floor. Your maids followed behind you swiftly.
“Already holding knives to you… this will be a prosperous marriage indeed.” chuckled the Baron as he looked at Feyd.
Feyd’s eyes remained on the corridor, watching your frame get smaller and smaller as you walked away.
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Naboo's Note:
Did someone say cliffhanger to a possible series? No? Just me... well here it is guys and gals and nonbinary pals - SPACE VAMPIRES because the only thing sexier than aliens is vampires. That's a hill i'm willing to die on. Vampires are just unmatched. ANYWAYS - I love how this started so I will try to keep up with this but this will def be continued so look out for it! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO thank you for all the support!!!
Blood Sport
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 2 - 1.2K WC
Part 1
Part 2 (you are here!)
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 NSFW 18+
Masterlist
Warnings: violence, blood, blood eating/drinking (BRIEF AF), sword/knife fighting, reader is just built different, she is THAT bitch, slow burn, this man is falling slowly for your ruthless ass
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You walked into the training arena. A large black room with a plethora of weapons to choose from. Everything was of Harkonnen design, curved heavy blades with thicker handles. You preferred your own Cruor weapons, thin balanced straight blades that were easy to move quickly so your nails could also become improvised weapons. You took your personal blades from your maid before dismissing them, wanting to be alone to train. You readied yourself before slashing expertly at the training dummies, practicing a technique taught to you by the monks of Succo.
House Cruor had occupied the planet Succo long before you were born; all ancient teachings were still taught. Especially to you as the sole heir. You were just as deadly as you were intelligent. Legend has it that the Sardaukar held only a fraction of the battle knowledge the monks of Succo had. Such a powerful but secretive house, you were almost forgotten as your planet was at the far reaches of the universe. Nobody went there unless they had a purpose. The cold dark planet shrouded in red darkness full of blood magic. You thought of your home, how you already missed its ethereal red glow. How you were now stuck on Geidi Prime, promised to a man who was rumored to be psychotic. From what you gathered, he found himself to be impenetrable. Arrogant. You would not bring shame to your house by refusing the marriage, Harkonnens are formidable in battle and useful allies. But that did not mean you had to become some cowering pup. You would show them all just how strong House Cruor is.
Lost in your training you barely heard the door open and shut. You threw your smaller blade behind you without looking, defense mode taking over your brain. When you turned, poising yourself with your larger blade, ready to attack, you saw Feyd with your knife in his hand. Blood trickled down his hand but he didn’t seem to mind it. You could smell it across the room, it was tart but somehow sweet. It made your mouth water in anticipation of tasting it. Feyd lowered his hand, looking at your knife before tossing it aside. He pulled one of the Harkonnen swords off the nearby wall before walking towards you. You grunted, sharpening your eyes and standing your ground when he got to close. You listened to his blood pump, his heart beat quickly.
“Are you afraid to fight?” you asked him.
He answered with a scoff, “Afraid? Of you?”
“You should be.” you said, “Your heart beat tells me you are.” you smirked, egging him on.
His face hardened, he struck out at you multiple times, you dodged each strike without even lifting your blade. You laughed at him, moving fluidly as if this were child's play for you. His face grew angrier with each strike that missed.
“Fight if you are going to fight!” he yelled, “Or is it you who is afraid?” he spat.
Wrong words. You lunged at him, slashing wildly but with expert precision. He did his best to dodge your blows but you were faster, more skilled. You kicked out his leg before slashing his hand with your nails, causing him to drop his sword. You went down with him, straddling his chest so your legs could hold his arms down. You held your sword behind you while holding your nails to his throat. Little pin pricks left a droplet trail of blood down his neck.
Both of you were breathing heavily, “I have you.” you said mere inches away from his face.
He looked at you, bewildered. Amazed by your skill, nobody had ever bested him so quickly.
“Yield?” you asked, pressing your nails slightly harder.
Feyd groaned, but not out of pain. Out of sheer arousal. He did his best to hide it, alter it. After a moment he nodded. You stood quickly, holding out a hand to help him up. He looked at you for a moment before grabbing your hand with his bleeding one and hoisting himself up with your aid. You looked at the crimson on your hand before licking the dribble up. Your eyes fluttered shut, he was sweet. Like some sort of rich, deep wine that you wanted to drown in. Your fangs ached for more.
“Do I taste good?” he asked with a smirk.
You opened your eyes to see his arrogant face, how you loathed that face. You quickly spat the blood on the floor, “Absolutely vile.” you replied to him.
You picked up your knife before heading towards the door.
“Wait!” he said with urgency.
You turned to look at him, giving him a quizzical look.
“Train me.” he said.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Please… train me… you are a worthy opponent.” he said with sincerity.
Your heart softened a bit at his wanting to learn from you and admitting you were a great warrior. You nodded at him before leaving.
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You stayed in your room for the day, the blinding light of the black sun on Geidi Prime was getting tiring walking in every day. You had black out curtains installed to somewhat resemble home. Light was not deadly to the Cruor but it was irritating; like a pebble in your shoe.
You heard a knock on your door, thinking it was one of your maids you allowed them to enter. You laid on your bed with your eyes closed in a lengthy black robe that was ever so slightly sheer.
“What is it?” you asked.
“I have something for you.” said a gruff voice.
You shot up, “What do you want?” you asked, surprised he was in your chambers.
Feyd held out a small disc. “What’s that?” you said moving slightly closer to him.
He moved to your bed, standing almost chest to chest with you at the end of it. He set the disc down before activating it. The room filled with stars and a familiar red glow, the red supergiant your people referred to as Rubrum glowing in the corner.
You looked around amazed, surprisingly happy to be with Feyd at this moment. Feyd watched as you looked around, admiring your beautifully striking features. He was growing to like you and thought this olive branch might soften you towards him a bit. For some reason, the setup brought a few tears to your eyes.
“What is it?” Feyd asked.
“I miss Succo… I miss home…” you said, looking on at the stars and Rubrum. You used to get this view everyday, yet it almost felt like a distant memory looking at it now.
Feyd’s heart dropped a little, “Geidi Prime is not to your liking?” he asked, looking on at the stars with you.
“It is too bright… and lonely.” you said, mumbling the last bit.
Feyd softly turned you to face him with a finger under your chin, “Keep this, enjoy your home view whenever you wish it.”
You locked your eyes with his, his eyes glancing to your lips then back up repeatedly. You softly dragged one of your claws over his cheek bones. Turning his head, you gently kissed his cheek. “Thank you Feyd.” you said with sincerity.
His name sounded so perfect on your lips, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. “Feyd huh?” he remarked.
“Do you expect me to call you Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha? Because I will not be doing that.” you said, backing away from him.
Feyd smiled, amused with your attitude. He had never met someone so sure of themself.
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Naboo's Note:
Yeeeeee were getting into it!! This series is gonna be so fun I just know it. I'm gonna try to make it a slow burn but I have never been great those so here's to hoping. Thanks for all the love around my idea, I really have a lot of hope and ideas for it so its nice to see other people think my weird space vampires are cool. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO, talk soon!
Blood Sport
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 3 - 1.1K WC
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (you are here!)
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 NSFW 18+
Masterlist
Warnings: violence, blood, blood eating/drinking, killing of darlings, reader in pain, pretty fluffy, reader is just built different, semi knife throwing?, slow burn, this man is falling slowly for you but you're falling harder
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Feyd opened your chamber doors to see his star disc still alight. You rested against the headboard of your bed looking rather sickly. The color of your face was dull and you had heavy bags beneath your eyes.
“You again.” You croaked out, running a hand over your face. One of your nails cracked off, you groaned at the pain, sucking in a breath through your teeth.
“Me again.” He said with a slight look of concern. “Are you alright?” He looked around the dark room, the red glow from the star disc illuminated the empty jars you had originally brought with you from Succo. He remembered what they were filled with. “You’re… you drink…”
“Blood? Yes it is… an unfortunate affliction.” You sighed, steadying your breath as your head pounded.
“Affliction?” He questioned.
You motioned to your fangs, “The original Sanguines survived off the blood of their enemies. With less people challenging House Cruor, the need for fangs and blood faded out. Yet I was fortunate enough to get them. It is my shame to carry despite it being seen as a sign of power.”
“You’re hungry and it’s making you weak?” He asked, processing your words.
You nodded, “I could still take you.” You said flitting your broken nail at him.
He dodged it at the last second, “Oh I bet you could.” He licked his lips before picking up one of the empty jars and walking out of your chambers.
He returned some time later, you were on the edge of sleep. The door shutting startled you waking you up completely, you broke off another nail, ready to flit the sharp improvised weapon at him. “You just keep happening don’t you?”
“I’m known to be quite persistent.” He said with a smirk. He rounded the bed handing you a jar full of dark blood, darker than normal.
You looked up at him, eyebrows drawn together.
“My darlings must be disposed of before we wed. What better way than to have them drained for my future bride?” He said, sitting softly on the bed next to you.
You unscrewed the lid, the blood smelled… sour. But not unpleasantly so. Your mouth watered incessantly, you brought it to your lips gulping down a few sips before you gagged. You spit the blood back into the jar, “Fuck!” You said wiping your mouth before setting the jar on the bedside table.
“What?” Feyd said with concern in his eyes.
“It’s… rotten.” You said with a sigh, the sickly blood taste still ruminating in your throat.
Feyd’s eyes searched for another option before they stilled on you. “Can you drink without killing?” He asked.
You looked at him confused, “From a host?” You asked.
He nodded.
“Yes but… I cannot ask that of you.” You said.
He stood, taking off his chest armor and shirt. If you had any blood to spare you’d be blushing. His physique was strong, muscular yet lean. He was a beautiful shade of porcelain. Your eyes trailed all the way down to the ‘V’ that trailed below his waistband. If you weren’t so ill he would have teased you. He sat back down, closer to you. He cautiously brought a hand to your cheek, turning you to look at him. Your eyes were sad, full of shame.
“No shame, only pleasure remains.” He said, gently pulling your head towards his neck.
You could smell his blood beneath his skin, hear it pulse with every heartbeat. Begrudgingly, you sank your teeth into his pulse point, mouth filling with what you could only describe as nectar of the gods. You and Feyd moaned in unison; you felt your nails regrow slowly, your cheeks fill with color, the bags under your eyes disappear. With every drink you felt stronger. You only came back to reality when you felt his hands on your waist. You pulled away, droplets of blood trailing down your chin to your neck. Your eyes glowed the most beautiful shade of red. You licked over the circular wounds, feeling them close beneath your tongue.
Feyd sighed at the contact, eyes finding yours. “Good?” He whispered.
“Absolutely vile.” You said, wiping the corners of your mouth with a small smile. You gently took his hand, running your fingers over his knuckles. “Thank you.”
He squeezed your hand in reassurance, “Anything for you… you look…” he trailed off quietly.
“Horrific? I know the blood and fangs and eyes are… abnormal.” You looked down, beginning to pull your hand away from his.
“Enchanting.” He said holding your hand between his large ones.
You looked up, for once you heard your own heartbeat. It was so quick you feared it might stop. “How long until we wed?” You asked looking at his face. It was growing less loathsome by the day. For someone so psychotic he didn’t act like it.
“We should rest…” you said.
“Together?” He asked.
“If you wish it.” You smiled softly.
Feyd stood, putting his shirt back on much to your dismay. He laid next to you in the large bed. A great distance between you, he did not want to push your boundaries. You smiled at him, your glowing red eyes captivating him before they closed. You drifted off rather quickly while he couldn’t help but watch you sleep. He wondered if you could ever love him. Ever… want him, in the way he was growing to want you. It was consuming his black heart and he wished for nothing more than you to return his… love.
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Your body twitched slightly as your mind raced. Visions of Feyd’s life flashing before your eyes as you slept. His blood coursing through you gave you insight into his life. You saw the Baron… he did… unspeakable things to Feyd. Tortured him. Abused him in every way. Made Feyd this killing machine with no conscience. Tears slipped down your unconscious face as you began mumbling, wishing to help him but completely unable to. With a final hit from the Baron you shot up, gasping for air as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You felt a hand touch you before you flinched away from it. You looked over seeing Feyd and his worried gaze. Without thinking you pulled yourself into him. Breathing him in.
He faltered for only a moment, before wrapping his strong arms around you, “What is it little love?”
His words soothed your heart but you couldn’t bear to tell him what you saw, what you knew of him. “Night terror…” you said monotonously. “Stay with me?” You almost begged him.
“Always.” He said, holding you to his chest as he laid you both down. You shifted making yourself comfortable before listening to his rhythmic heartbeat.
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Naboo's Note:
Hello! Last nights post inspired me so much I just kept it all going. If there are errors please have a little grace I wrote this on my phone and did not proof read it because I wanted to get it out before work. I hope ya'll enjoy it and I can't wait to post part 4 - things are gonna heat up! XOXOXOXOXOXO
Blood Sport
Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 4 - 2.6K WC
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 (you are here!)
Part 5
Part 6 NSFW 18+
Masterlist
Warnings: violence, blood, fighting, Baron and Reverend Mother being shady af, pretty fluffy, reader is just built different, knife throwing, full on fight, blood licking?, slow burn, two passionate people trying to protect each other, I completely made up the language of Succo so don’t come for me, not proof read but then again none of my fics are
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You woke early, a slight crack in the curtains letting the blindingly bright black sun of Geidi Prime stream across your face. You groaned as you threw your arm over your face; the bed felt cold, lonely. You looked over to where Feyd slept last night, rolling towards his pillow. His scent still lingered - sweet blood mixed with musky sweat. You breathed deep before your maids entered the room.
“What?” you hissed at them, holding your hand out to pause them in their place. Your blood magic felt stronger than it had in days now that you had fed, especially from such a strong host.
“The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha has requested your presence in the training arena princess. He gave me a message for you.” your maid said not looking you in your eyes.
You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand, your magic dragging her towards you. You set her down, she handed you the note with a trembling hand. “Out.” you said dismissing them. They scurried out like frightened rats.
Fitalitum veritanic et alumi read the slip of parchment. You smiled to yourself, in your own mother tongue of Succonant he wrote “There is beauty in ferocity”. You placed the note in the top drawer of the bedside table before getting out of bed and readying yourself. You purposefully picked out one of your long dresses instead of training gear. He wanted to see beauty and ferocity, you would give it to him. As you adorned your dress you couldn’t help but admire how every piece of it could become a weapon. The sharp shoulder pads could be taken off and used as individual throwing knives. The belt became a barbed whip. The long sleeves hid two painfully thin blades, dainty but they hurt no less than a regular Cruor blade. Each layer on the dress had razor sharp edges, if you spun they were sure to carve your opponent. Finally a diadem which encased your shield should you need it. Cruor fought without them but you didn’t want to risk marking your face days before the wedding. You finished admiring yourself before grabbing your beloved Cruor sword and heading down the corridor to the training arena.
As you walked down the cavernous halls of the Harkonnen palace you were confronted with the Reverend Mother herself, as if her ghostly form sprouted from the floor itself.
“Princess Y/N” she stated in an unimpressed tone.
“Reverend Mother.” you said, equally displeased.
“Are you prepared for your wedding?” she asked, reminding you that the end of the week was approaching rapidly.
“Of course.” you replied, bored.
“You may think yourself above the rest Cruor, but you must remember where you are. And who truly rules.” she said with spite in her voice.
“How could I forget Reverend Mother? Your shadows haunt these halls.” you said viciously, referring to her Bene Gesserit sisters.
“You are fortunate the Voice does not affect you. But there are other ways to make you cooperate.” she said, stepping closer to you in an attempt to be imposing.
You twisted your fingers, your magic forcing her back and making her stumble. “Unfortunately for you, you are not and will never be immune to blood magic. It is built into my very being, not some trick to be learned. You do not frighten me, and I will not cooperate with you unless I alone agree to it.” you snapped at her.
“There are always ways to make one cooperate. Should something happen to your husband, the Queen will be looked at intensely as a suspect. With my advice.” she said with an unsettlingly soft smile.
“And what makes you think I care for him in the slightest?” you asked, despite knowing it wasn’t entirely true.
She hummed curiously, “Good day princess.” she said before walking away from you.
“Cunt.” you whispered before pushing on towards the training arena.
When you entered the arena Feyd was nowhere to be found. You honed in your accelerated hearing, listening for his heartbeat. Your scarlet eyes narrowed to your left but a blow hit you from the right. You rolled to the ground with a groan. Feyd looked down at you with nothing but malice.
“What the fuck? That hurt you ass.” you coughed, hand holding your ribs which felt slightly cracked.
“What makes you think I care in the slightest?” he said with venom in his voice. He stomped towards you.
You knew he overheard your conversation. This was no longer training, this was a fight. You kept hold on your side, continuing to pretend like you were in immense pain. As Feyd stood before you, you kicked out his ankles with one swipe of your leg. He fell to the ground, you held your nails to his neck. Feyd grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards him, he threw you over him. Using your momentum he rolled with you, pulling his knife out and stabbing it next to where your shoulder would have landed if you had not pulled yourself towards him as you rolled. You smacked your forehead into his, pulling one of your shoulder blades out and stabbing at his shoulder, the blue shimmer of the shield vibrating the small blade. You pushed off each other, both of you getting to your feet.
You tossed the small shoulder blade away from you, “You want to fight? Fight.” you said, pressing the main jewel on the diadem. Your blue shield shimmer faded before you tossed it off entirely. Feyd followed suit. You smirked at him which only seemed to anger him. He lunged at you, blade thrusting towards your chest. You made an ‘X’ in front of you with your forearms, the thin blades in your sleeves caught the knife, you twisted until he dropped the blade. He brought his armored arms down, breaking the thin blades. You backed up, kicking his chest to push him away. Feyd tried to rush you but you spun away, the dress ends slicing through his armor and into his thigh slightly. You took your belt off, lassoing his ankle before pulling him. He landed on his back. You snatched the lasso back, wrapping it around your knuckles before you squared up. He attempted to swipe your leg, instead you caught his and punched him in the side, hearing one of his ribs crack. Feyd groaned as he bent over slightly, holding his side.
“Now were even.” you said, tossing your belt to the side.
Feyd pulled you down by your dress, rolling you beneath him before he snatched one of your remaining shoulder blades. Starting right above your belly button he dragged the knife, cutting your dress up to your neck. A thin cut trailing your skin from the very tip of the knife, making you suck in a sharp breath as you felt drops of your blood seep out. You reached up to grab him, he held both your wrists down after tossing the small blade away. Both of you breathed heavily, chests hitting each other with every inhale. His eyes looked into yours, alight with fire. His hips nestled between your legs. Your dress fell open, revealing the cut he left behind, hardly keeping your breasts covered.
“You learn quick.” you smiled beneath him. “You are not your weapons. You are the weapon.”
His eyes wandered to the cut he left up your torso, he saw the few drops of blood that dripped to your side. He slowly lowered himself down your chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You watched through a haze as his tongue flicked out before he dragged it up the cut between your breasts. You sucked in a breath, your eyes closing as your back began to arch into him. You felt his tongue leave you all too quick.
“Absolutely vile.” he said, savoring the way your iron tasted on his tongue.
You heard the door open and shut, a Harkonnen maid entered without looking at either of you, “The Baron has requested your presence in the Great Hall my Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” she said before scurrying out.
Feyd stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You tugged your dress closed with one hand, accepting his help with the other. Chest to chest once again, time felt as if it had froze. Your breaths matched each other, breathing each other in and out. Feyd leaned in first, his forehead going to rest against yours. You moved to kiss him, not entirely sure why but every fiber of you ached for him and him alone.
Before you could close the gap, the Barons voice boomed throughout the arena. “Nephew! We have much to discuss. You are dismissed princess.” He said waving you off.
You tightly held your dress together, ripping yourself away from Feyd and exiting the room. You checked, making sure no guards or maids were around before remaining right outside the door, honing your hearing in on them.
“Holding knives to your bride? I figured you’d be a brute in marriage like you are in battle. Try not to break her in too rough, they’re much less likely to oblige. Although… we could always have someone hold her down for you. Like I had to with you the first few times.” The Baron chuckled.
You could hear Feyd’s heartbeat, his soul was crushing at the memories and yet he was calm. The Baron confirmed what you had seen when you drank Feyd’s blood, he had abused Feyd - physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually. Your body warmed with anger, you had half a mind to go and rip the Baron’s throat out with your own teeth. He was an animal, he should die like an animal.
“That won’t be necessary, I’m perfectly capable of taking her on my own.” Feyd replied.
Your heart sank and a low boil of fear started in your stomach. You felt stupid for starting to feel anything for him besides hate.
“She is strong willed, thinks she knows best. Tame her, break her. She need only produce and heir or two… then you can dispose of her.” The Baron said.
Feyd’s eyes widened slightly as his head whipped up to meet the Baron’s gaze. He composed himself once more, “Of course.”
You couldn’t listen to anymore. You hastily made your way back to your chambers, tearing off your gown once inside. As you moved to put on more comfortable clothing you caught sight of your reflection. You could see bruises forming along your side, and the blood that had dried on you from the cut that was still present up your chest. As soon as you had finished cleaning yourself up, dressing your wounds, and changing into much looser clothing you heard the door slide open.
Feyd looked at you, startled by what he saw. Black veins around your eyes were ever present as your pupils looked like that of a cat. Instead of your regular two fangs you had four. You looked like you were ready to devour him mind, body, and soul. “Y/N?” Is all he said.
“Are you here to break me? Tame me? Are you going to hold me down or will your guards be doing that?” You asked with so much loathing in your voice it made his head spin.
“You know I’d never hurt you-“ he started.
“Do I?” You cut him off. “You breathe because I allow it. Do not forget who comes from the more powerful house. Who carries generations of magic within them. Who feast off the very life source of others.”
Feyd could see how much you distrusted him, and yet he saw your eyes getting misty.
“You are a beast, Feyd Rautha. A beast and a monster. To believe I ever thought otherwise…” you trailed off.
“I may be a monster but at least I am not some unfeeling blood magic wielding wench who cares for no one but herself. I overheard you with the Reverend Mother.” Feyd argued back, both of you now heated and angry.
Your jaw dropped. How could he be so thick? So fucking oblivious? “I said that to protect you!” You yelled at him, stepping closer.
“What do you think I was doing?” He yelled back, throwing one of your empty glass jars to the side.
The jar shattered as it hit your light disc he had gifted you. The disc faltered, the stars and Rubrum disappearing as the disc finally died, “No!” You yelled, rushing to it, forgetting the argument at hand entirely. You knelt next to it, picking it up and trying to make it work again.
Feyd watched you, his eyes softening. You were scared and alone on a planet you had never known, surrounded by people who viewed you as strange and lesser, whose only purpose was ultimate obedience, to be used any way that would benefit House Harkonnen without regard for you.
You sighed, letting the star disc clatter to the floor. You remained on your knees, a small sniffle emanating from you. You hated looking weak, but you knew this was coming; everything was too much. You wanted nothing more than to go back to Succo.
Feyd knelt in front of you, gently taking your arms till you rested against his chest. You let out a heart wrenching sob. One that had been held in for quite some time. “I would never hurt you, I am loyal to you above all else.” He murmured as he stroked your back, trying to calm you.
You leaned into him, finally letting out all that had been held in since you left Succo. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I have no one on this planet but you… I wish for us to be equals; us against any who oppose us.” You said between sniffles.
Feyd pulled you back so he could see you. Your face had returned to normal, as did your fangs. Black tears cascaded down your cheeks, he gently wiped them off. As you looked at one another you could feel it. The same need to be understood, wanted. You both leaned in, lips finally meeting. Both of you let out sighs, the long awaited tension finally breaking. It was slow and sweet but gained momentum. You nipped his lip with one of your fangs, causing him to reel away from you in surprise.
“Sorry…” you blushed.
He shook his head, “Don’t be… we should rest…” he said after a few moments.
“We have much to discuss.” You said.
“And we will. But for now, let us rest.” He said, his hand coming up to hold your cheek.
You placed your hand over his, closing your eyes before nodding. He stood first, guiding you up as he stood. You climbed into the large satin covered bed. You watched as Feyd discarded his armor, along with his shirt. He held it for a moment, hesitating if he should or shouldn’t do what he was thinking.
You reached out a hand for him, “Come to bed.” You said sleepily, already laying down amongst the pillows and blankets.
Feyd smiled softly as he set his shirt down and climbed in next to you. He did the same as the first night, sleeping far from you. You peeked at him through the haze of sleep that was rapidly consuming you. You tugged on his arm, making him scoot closer to you. You wrapped yourself around him; one leg around his hips while you laid yourself on his bare chest. You snuggled in for a moment before finally drifting off. Feyd caressed your hair as you slept, thinking of how he could protect you from his uncle because you were, by far, the most precious thing to him.
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