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Literally watched Dune part 2 YET again yesterday with my fam…of course, my mom is just chilling and being on her pad and stuff, in and out of watching it…but me, my brother and my dad ofc watched it together! And once Feyd-Rautha came onto the screen, my brother mentioned “Is that…?” and I was like “YEP! That’s him! And there’s a freaking fandom around this man!”.

Dare I say the actor’s name…Austin Butler!

But an hour into the movie and my brother was tired and didn’t wanna watch the whole thing anymore so he went upstairs for the night. But re-watching this made me happy…only for a little bit, lol...

The flower of Caladan : Chapter one

Fear, soul sickening fear was the first emotion Hellen ever felt. Then the love of her brother and, in time, as they grew inside their mother's womb, her mother's love as well. For both herself and her brother.Spice is what bends time and space, it is what feeds the mutations desired when creating the bloodlines nurtured or pruned by the Bene Gesserit. Lady Jessica’s love for her children was the only thing greater than the love she had for their father.Because of the existence of such fear, of love so powerful, powerful enough to will time and space be bent, it was. Lady Jessica carried two children, a male as it might have been, but first a female. A daughter to perhaps strengthen the bridge, to support the bend.

Three years ago

A 12 year old female child was called away from where she and her brother had been playing in the space portal's artificial garden.

She is brought before the Mother Superior to be evaluated by her. Her mother had not felt such fear since the first weeks following the birth of her daughter.

“Did your mother tell you who I am?”

“Yes honored Mother.” The female child spoke in the ancient language. The mother had clearly already dedicated much energy into her training. So the Mother Superior decided to accelerate the trails. Speaking with the voice, she commanded-

"Come, stand before me child"

“Forgive me honored Mother- I already stand before you, how much closer would you wish me to come?”

The female child was seemingly unaffected by the powerful hypnotic control her elder commanded over all that had stood before the Mother Superior for over half her lifetime. When she recovered from the shock of the female child's mental strength she answered. Pouring nearly all her strength into the command

"Kneel within my reach"

The female child walked closer but did not kneel, standing far enough away that her elder would have to stand and lean forward to touch her.

“Your mother told you to obey me child.”

“And to defend myself should you test my physical strength, forgive me, I do not know what test I am to face.”

“How long has your mother prepared you for the trials?”

“Trials? My mother teaches me, the only trail I know is life”

Answer my question and speak the truth

The Mother Superior demanded with the voice as well as inside the female child's mind.The beginnings of a snarl froze on the elder woman's face, the voice caught in her throat when the child smirked before answering telepathically.

Fear, the mind killer, the little death…it was your gift to me, sister of sisters, mother of mothers, my birthright, the reason I was created. Yet, love, love is why I have survived, why it walks beside me, why it is my pet and not my master. All of this was your doing, the work of the mother of mothers, of mothers of many. You will choose by your actions what mercy there is for you.

The female child had walked forward and placed her hand in the box, before mentally releasing the woman sitting before her. As soon as the dart was held to her neck, tears freely spilled from the female child's hypnotic eyes. The box shook as the pain she felt echoed back into the Mother Superior’s own mind and physical form. The female child’s head jerked back slightly, and the pain retreated back into the female child's body. “Apologies honored Mother” The child's lips moved without sound, the words projected into the elder woman's mind. But she still felt the the female child's contempt seeping into her.

Are you an abomination? Have you and your mother stolen what is most sacred?

Blood began to seep from the female child's nose and ears as the Mother Superior tore into the child's mind as best she could. Her power slipped within the female child's mind. On the horizon before them a desert met an ocean. No longer a child, a woman, matured, her power realized to its fullest. The woman turned to show her pregnant belly.

“...You ask what I am? I am tired…” the expectant mother said with a small laugh. “The bridge is heavy, and Abu 'd Dhur grip is weak, for the door is closed. One of many futures from before us. The door between what is now, and that which will be must stay shut to keep all from converging. Your sight is short, your story written a thousand times over. Be content in the knowledge that your actions do one day forge Abu ‘d Dhur from the heat of the Arrakis.”

The mug. Oh how I wish I could.

⚠️WARNING: EXTREMELY OOC⚠️ still FeydPaul Modern AU, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen / Paul Atreides about Feyd's pets🐾 @umika Thank you for EN translation🙏✨

You cannot be part of this fandom and not have read this masterpiece yet:

unsportsmanlike conduct by dewclaw

Anyways, as I wait for the next chapter, I will draw my boys and hope that the next upload comes soon.

I will have to work on Feyd's dandelion head. I don't trust myself with short haircuts yet...

Oh, and forgive the bad quality... I don't know why it happens...

Here's part two of my fanart for one of my most favourite feydpaul fanfics ever:

Unsportsmanlike conduct by dewclaw

I have been dreaming of Feyd rocking his buzzcut. My gorgeous dandelion head. My little menace. My pookie 🥹

🖤✨ Welcome! ✨🖤

Hello lovely! 💖 Thank you so much for finding your way to my page! My name is Naboo and I am a 25 year old smut addict who has turned to their own devices and gone feral 👹 Requests are OPEN - I write for whoever so don't be shy - Submit a request and I just might write it!

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MASTERLIST

🥵 - Smut

🍦 - Fluff

🎭 - Angst

🏳️‍🌈 - Gender Neutral

🥀 - Female

🌙 - Male

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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

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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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Reverend Mother.” you said, equally displeased. 

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

“Of course.” you replied, bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry…” you blushed.

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

“We have much to discuss.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 5 - 1.2K WC

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Part 6 NSFW 18+

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Warnings: none really this is a very fluffy chapter, slightly steamy at the end but not really?

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“The princess has not left her room in days Na-Baron.” the maid said, trembling as she could feel Feyd’s irritation.

He had sent for you everyday, multiple times a day. You dodged him, denied him, or were simply missing sometimes. He shoved past the maid, entering your quarters. He saw you laying on the bed. Sunken eyes with dark circles around them, color drained from you, your skin looked paper thin. 

The door slid shut, “What?” you croaked out.

“Why have you denied me all these days?” he asked, you could hear the anger in his voice but you knew it was more concern than outright anger.

“I’m in pain…” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Feyd sighed, ripping his shirt off before making his way to you. “Our wedding is tomorrow and you’ve been starving yourself for what? Almost a week?” 

You tried to sit yourself up against the headboard but were too weak to do so. Feyd pulled you into his lap, turning his neck so you could gorge on him. You kissed his neck lazily, just enough to hear his breath hitch slightly, before you sunk your fangs into him. He didn’t even flinch, just let out a gasp that sounded almost lustful. You drank him in, intoxicated with his taste. You had been avoiding him ever since you woke up alone after the little spat you two had. You neglected him but you also neglected yourself. Your star disc breaking made you unreasonably upset. It was your only way to see home and you couldn't even use it anymore. You felt the darkness of Geidi Prime closing in on you inch by inch, day by day. You hardly felt Feyd’s hands on your waist, he was trying to tug you away but you couldn’t let him go. When you heard his breathing slowing down and his grip on you falling limp you forced yourself away from him. His black blood coated your lips, a few drops dripping down your chin. You felt amazing, your body vibrating with life. You looked at Feyd who’s breathing was slightly labored. 

His eyes met yours, “Better?” he asked.

“Much.” you responded, moving to get off his lap.

Instead, Feyd shifted you so your legs straddled his lap. He gazed up into your eyes, “What goes on in that head of yours?” he whispered to you. 

Your eyes flicked between his eyes and his lips. You hated how much you wanted him. You didn’t need him - but god you wanted him. “I miss my star disc.” was all you managed to say.

Feyd pulled something out from behind his back, setting it on the bedside table. A new star disc. The glow of Rubrum and Succo illuminating your room in warm red light. “So you came to apologize?” you asked, shifting to sit more comfortably on his lap as you kept your thighs on either side of him. 

He nodded, eyes looking down in shame and regret. “I have been trying to apologize… it's why I sent for you everyday since the argument… I was a coward to leave the morning after… and I thought… I was worried you’d hate me.” he said in a mumble. 

Something told you he was not accustomed to sharing his feelings or being this vulnerable with anyone. But the fact that he was trying for you made your heart swell. Perhaps he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You put your arms around his neck before pulling him into a hug. His arms encircled you hesitantly but once he held you, his grip was strong. He never wanted to be rid of this feeling, he never wanted to be rid of you. That fight made him respect you as a warrior but the argument that followed… he never wanted to feel that hollow feeling inside of him again. You had wedged yourself into whatever was left of his heart. He felt… he felt when he was with you. He didn’t want to let that go. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

You nodded against him, “Me too.”  you pulled away slightly, just enough to have your eyes meet. “I want us to be united, Feyd.” you said, your eyes were pleading. 

His eyes searched yours, he felt torn. He wanted you and to be loyal to you. Yet something in him was telling him he belonged to House Harkonnen and he should always be loyal to them. “I want that too… but…” his voice faded. 

“You feel loyal to your house…” you said. You knew he was highly motivated by honor, respect, and loyalty. You understood, you would always be loyal to House Cruor but you were also realistic. You knew where you were and where you would remain. Feyd was all you had here. You felt lucky to have him, but you needed his loyalty to ensure your survival. “Feyd… they are not kind to you. They never have been.” you caressed his cheek.

“How do you know that?” he said, a slightly confused look on his face.

“I… I can see your memories when I drink from you… not all of them, just flashes here and there. But I know you have not been treated well, and have not been loved in the way you should have.” you continued to caress his face gently.

Feyd looked away again, ashamed of what he now knew you knew of him. 

“I am loyal to House Cruor, I always will be, it is who I am. But… I know where I am. I know what House Harkonnen expects of me. And I will do my duty. But I cannot survive this place without you. Neither of us can. We have each other and that is it.” you said.

“You’re right.” he said bluntly.

Your face held shock but you were pleasantly surprised. Feyd gently pulled your face towards his, kissing you softly. “Loyal to each other above all.” he whispered on your lips. 

You kissed him back with a sense of urgency. He responded in kind; your tongues battling for dominance. His hands slid up your thighs, holding your hips before you ground your hips into him instinctually. He gasped, pulling back from you slightly.

“Have you done that before?” he asked with a smile.

You shook your head ‘no’. “You’re the only one between the two of us who has had sex before.”

“See that in your little blood visions too?” he asked with a chuckle.

“No but I know men. I know their appetites.” you shrugged.

“The wedding is tomorrow… we should save this for then.” he said, remembering the strict traditions around virtue.

“Save what?” you said trying to playfully challenge him.

You felt his hand slide up your thigh before making contact with your heat. You sucked in a sharp breath as he began rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back. You began to rock on him, wanting the feeling to build. But just as quickly as the pleasure started it disappeared as he pulled his hand away. You looked at him annoyed.

Feyd laughed, “There will be plenty more tomorrow, I assure you.” he said before tapping your thigh. You got off him and watched as he exited your chambers, “Goodnight princess.” he smiled.

You flopped down as the door shut. You were going to ravish him tomorrow, you just had to get through the day.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey all! This is a weak return but it is a return none the less. I hope everyone enjoys, next chapter will be way more fun I promise. Thanks all :) XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 6 - 1.8K WC NSFW 18+

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Part 5

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Warnings: marriage, SMUT, biting, blood drinking, penetration, oral (female receiving), Feyd being whipped as fuck for you, L bombs, rough sex, fluffy ending

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You smoothed over the layers of your dress. The black and red layered fabric made you look gorgeous, ethereal almost. All the sparkles and shimmers on the dress caught the light off the black sun just right. You still felt nervous but after talking with Feyd last night your heart was more at ease. You felt as if you could truly accept Geidi Prime as your home, and rule it one day. Maybe make it more like Succo, make it better. You looked to the door as it slid open, a maid walking inside with a small jar full of blood. 

“Who’s?” you asked as you lifted her off the ground with your magic, dragging her closer to you faster than she could move. 

Her shaking hands gave you the jar of inky blood, “T-the Na-Baron’s mistress…” she said quickly.

You held the jar, it was still slightly warm. You smiled softly, “That’ll be all.” you said, setting the maid down as you dismissed her. As soon as the door slid shut you flicked the lid off the jar, savoring the flavor of him as you gulped it down. You never got tired of his taste. You licked over your lips as you finished the jar, leaning your head back. The irony taste melted on your tongue, your eyes fluttering shut at the warmth. You saw flashes of Feyd’s body, like perfect ivory. There was nothing white on Succo but you were in love with the color, especially on him. You saw his hands running over himself, his rippling muscles before you heard a faint whisper fall from his mouth, 

“Y/N” 

It was the most seductive tone you’d ever heard from him. Wanting and whimpering and absolutely dripping with lust. Right before you saw his hand run over his abs and dip down further the visions stopped.

Tease.

“Princess. It’s time.” said a guard who you hadn’t noticed, so deeply lost in your visions. 

You followed the man, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror. You tilted your head up, adjusting your black diamond crown. The one that had been in your family since the full Sanguines were in power on Succo. The Cruor were fearless, as were you. And yet, this was quite possibly the first time you felt real fear. A comfortable fear. As if you were leaping into the unknown and hoped Feyd was there to catch you in the end. Before you could stew on your new found fear, the doors to the Great Hall opened. You saw hundreds of Harkonnens, they filled the hall and all watched as you walked down the lengthy aisle towards Feyd. He looked sharp in his all black ensemble. The Baron and Reverend Mother stood to the right of him and the officiant. Feyd’s eyes never left yours. You walked with your head held high, exuding confidence as you represented your house. 

The ceremony itself was a blur. You played around in Feyd’s mind. Blood was such a powerful conduit. The magic you wielded was a mere fraction of what your ancient ancestors had. You had yet to show Feyd the full extent of your powers, soon enough you would tell him. He thought the Bene Gesserit were strong, you would show him true strength. Your magic weaved itself through the blood in his mind, you manipulated it, echoing your voice. 

“Pledge yourself to me… my Na-Baron… my Feyd Rautha.” 

You saw Feyd’s eyes twitch slightly, flicking to yours and searching them. Your lips tilted up, finding his reaction to your power funny. You decided to take it a step further, playing out visions in his mind. Visions of your hands roaming your body. Your skin, soft and delicate. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You watched his eyes widen before fluttering shut for a moment. He cleared his throat, presumably trying to regain some composure. You stifled a laugh, deciding to have mercy on him for now. You listened to the strange Harkonnen words as you anticipated how the rest of the day would go. Well, the night that is. You weren’t afraid of sex like most would be in your situation, you were curious though. 

Lost in your own thoughts you felt Feyd’s hand on your cheek. You snapped back to reality as his lips met yours. You kissed him back but cut the kiss short. You didn’t want the Baron or Reverend Mother to assume you and Feyd held anything for each other. You listened to the roar of the crowd around you, celebrating their new Na-Baroness. It was truly done now. 

You are a Harkonnen.

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You entered your new chambers first. This one was massive compared to your already spacious chamber. The ceilings were high, everything was black. There were no windows in this room - or any of the rooms in this hall of the castle. You knew Feyd wanted to keep the black sun's harsh light away from you. The thought of him being so considerate made your heart swell slightly. You set your star disc down in the center of the room before activating it. The projection adjusted to the size of your new chambers. You would never tire of this gift, feeling this close to home when you couldn’t be further away. You sat on the couch, gazing up at the projection until you heard the slide of the door. 

Feyd entered with four guards, “Should we hold her down for you, Na-Baron?” one asked.

Your muscles tensed but your face remained still, all that let onto your shift in mood was the black veins around your eyes. They became ever so prominent when you felt strongly. 

“I can manage her on my own.” Feyd said, holding his hand up to dismiss the guards. 

They left quietly and soon there was no noise besides your breath along with Feyd’s. You relaxed slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” Feyd’s voice broke the silence, “and I want you to know I do.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, not totally understanding. 

He walked closer to you before kneeling at your feet, “I pledge myself to you. Completely. I am yours if you wish it.” 

The veins around your eyes faded, you felt shock inside. You searched his mind, nothing in his blood indicated deception, he was being genuine. You tiled his chin up, “And I yours.” you said before pulling him to your lips in a bruising kiss. It was needy and rushed, trying to convey the loyalty and love you felt. 

Love?

For some reason the word felt right. Once you knew he was yours you finally admitted it to yourself. Feyd pushed you back to lean against the back of the couch. You let out a small whine, “Why’d you stop?” you asked with a hint of irritation in your voice. 

Feyd smiled as he slid his hands up your thighs underneath your dress. He felt your body tense when he moved them to the inner part of your thighs, slowly pushing them apart. “Trust me?” he said, stopping his movements.

You nodded. Feyd buried his face between your thighs, ripping your underwear off in one go. He was like a man starved, devouring you. Your chest heaved with the new sensation. His mouth was nothing compared to your fingers. 

“You are divine.” he mumbled out, you saw his face covered in your slick and it made something primal in you lurch your hips. He took this as a sign to speed up his movements, attacking your clit with small circles before he slipped a finger inside you. You moaned out at the contact. Something akin to fire built in your stomach until it consumed your veins, your thighs clenching his head in place as you rode his face to get the most from your high.

Your breathing was labored but all you could think of was more. You pushed him back with your foot, shoving your dress off at the shoulders. He helped drag it off completely before he sat in awe of your body. Every curve, dimple, scar, stretch mark - all of it. He wanted to know all of you. You leaned forward, hooking one of your nails through the loop in his pants. Standing you dragged him to the bedroom before shoving him back. He watched you with pure love, or was it lust? You couldn’t find it in yourself to care at this moment. You dragged your fingernail through his shirt like a knife through butter. Feyd shoved his pants off. He was marvelous. Beautiful in every way. Every mark on his alabaster body entranced you. You longed to see him covered in blood. 

You climbed on top of him, pulling his neck to your mouth. You kissed and licked over the expanse of him. Lips kissing up to his. You nipped his lip drawing a drop of blood.

“You like to bite?” he asked playfully, wiping his blood over your lips. 

You licked over you lips, closing your eyes to savor him. “Sanguines were rather animalistic and primal beings. It's what made them so powerful. It comes out occasionally in me, especially since I was cursed with the need for blood. Something in me hungers for more.” you said kissing his chest and sucking harsh marks into his beautiful skin. 

“There is beauty in ferocity,” he replied. 

Your eyes met his, “Bite me. Drink me. Love me.” he said in a breathy whisper, almost begging you. 

Your hand grasped his cock, gently leading it to your dripping cunt. He slid in easily but it was still an adjustment. You shuddered at the feeling. Feyd’s arms held you close, he brushed your sweaty hair to the side. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, refraining with all his might from pounding into you. 

You nodded, slowly starting to roll your hips. You found a pace quickly that hit the most wonderful spot inside you. You were lost in ecstasy as you sank your fangs into his shoulder, sucking in his sweet crimson. The visions you saw were of you and how consumed he was with you. You felt it - love. He loved you, it was more than lust. You moaned out, speeding up your hips. Feyd couldn’t stand it, he started meeting your hips with his. You nipped at him randomly. Seeing his blood drip over his white skin made the fire in your boil over. “Harder… faster…” you moaned.

Feyd bit into your shoulder, drawing blood himself as he slammed into you at a ridiculous pace. You cried out as you came, shaking violently. Feyd held you close, licking and kissing over the bite he left behind. You looked at his chest, blood smeared and dribbled over him. “Perfect…” you said breathlessly as you licked over some of the blood. 

Feyd laid you down gently. “I will never tire of this…” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled, starting to drift off to sleep as the exhaustion set in. 

“I love you so, my darling wife.” Feyd whispered as he kissed over your stomach before pulling a blanket over you.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Finally back on my Feyd Rautha kick. This might be the end of this series mostly because I'm not sure where to go with the story but if inspiration strikes I will surely post more. I hope ya'll like it - I know it was a long time coming for these two idiots to fuck. Anyways - hope to post other stuff soon! XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!

FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN

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