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“•Don’t come looking for me •”

Feyd-Rautha x reader

A/n: this is a Drabble I’ve been working on for the past week and I will most likely make a part two!!

Synopsis: You use your job to hide on different planets from a family feud. While living on Giedi prime you catch the attention of the Na-Barron himself and create very close ties with him. The time you have on the planet though is unfortunately short lived, you flee, leaving behind the man you’d, unknowingly made fall in love with you, Feyd-rautha

Other mentions: soft!Feyd, Feyd is obsessed with reader, reader is oblivious, this turned out a bit angsty but part two will tie it up.

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of death, blade to readers throat, blade mentioned, Feyd is a whole warning in himself.

Everyone knew how cruel and sadistic the Baron harkonnens nephew was.

Everyone knew just what he was capable of.

Anyone who’d ever talked to him without being murdered by his own hands would tell you he was truly terrifying and psychotic, a being who is completely incapable of any feelings such as love, vulnerability, gentleness….

Everyone knew that.

Everyone, but you.

You and feyd-Ruathas entire friendship was rooted from a mishap. You were someone from a far away planet who had come to study the ways of the harkonnens on Giedi Prime, at least that’s the job profile you displayed to them.

The day you arrived there, not a single harkonnen payed you much attention and you weren’t bothered by that, going about your business daily, studying the planet, and occasionally watching the brutal battles in the arena.

Not a soul on Giedi Prime had any idea who you were and what your actual reason was for exploring their planet, and you intended to keep it that way. Keeping your existence to a low and never acting out. Your appearance alone already stood out enough among the harkonnens. The last thing you needed was word getting out of your inhabitants on Giedi prime.

Life on the black and white planet wasn’t as bad as many people picked it out to be. You stuck to your “job” and lived peacefully in your guest coordinates. You ate well, slept well, and trained just fine on your own. Until the day your tranquility was disturbed.

That day you and him crossed paths was by far the most chaotic day you’d had on the planet. You had your things huddled in your arms, your com was ringing with a call from your research centre, your mind was thinking of the quickest way back to the guest chambers, yet your feet were taking you elsewhere.

After realizing you were completely lost, you took a bit to calm down and found the nearest bench along the walls of the stronghold and answered the com to update your work place of your progress on Giedi Prime.

Once the call was over, you grabbed your things, and once again realized you had no idea where the hell you were. You let out a sigh as you turned on your heels only to be met with a blade thrust up against your jugular.

Your feet instantly halted.

“Where are you wondering to?” The person holding the blade rasped out. ‘Shit’ Despite your initial panic, you just simply wanted to get back to your guest room, the day had already been stressful enough and you weren’t the type to be afraid of some sick harkonnen who wanted a rise out of a foreigner. ‘First few weeks on this damn planet and I’m about to get slaughtered for walking in the wrong area.’

You knew the harokenns were a driven race but this was just pretentious.

“I’m trying to find the guest chambers, this place is like a maze, I got lost along the way.” You drawled out, keeping the annoyed tone down a notch, doing your best to not anger the male with the blade.

Seconds went by before he withdrew the knife. As soon as he did you whipped around to face the offender and your heart hammered when you came face to face with the Na-Baron himself.

What you didn’t know is that when your eyes met, Feyd-rauthas heart started to hammer too.

The harkonnen paced around you a few times looking you up and down as you stood still, a skeptical look displayed on your face, yet an intrigued expression on his. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Your train of thought was stopped when he came closer to you, his face neared yours, his breath tickled your nose and his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was just inches away.

Moments passed but with each one you felt your facade slipping away. You nervously drew your lips into a line as he made eye contact with you once again. His deep blue eyes held something that you couldn’t read. Your act was about to crumble before him.

A few more seconds passed and it was as if your unspoken prayers had been answered when he backed up and simply walked the other way down the hall. You watched with a perplexed look during his exit.

Once he was out of your line of sight you blinked away the look and shook off the interaction. ‘What the actual fuck just happened’ you were completely baffled. He just let you go, no further questions, didn’t give you any directions, and he had gotten so close?!?

You stood for a bit, conflicted. As for the Harkonnen himself, he was feeling waves of ambivalence.

He didn’t know if it was the beauty you possessed or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity once you realized who he was, but from that moment on Feyd-Ruatha was infatuated with you.

The very next day he had come to find you. He’d looked into your cause and he was determined to be the one to show you the culture of the harkonnens.

At first, you weren’t amused with his persistence and it was a wonder to many how he didn’t just force you into letting him be around you. He was always finding ways to bother you after his duties and training. Being with you exhilarated him, the surge of emotions added a new type of pleasure to his days. He wasn’t going to give up an opportunity like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let any other harkonnen be the one in his future spot next to you.

When you finally realized you weren’t getting rid of him you decided to accept it. You let him tag along on your explorations, let him teach you things about the planet, even going as far as him introducing you to his uncle and brother. (Which ended in Chaos and you two swore never again). Feyd had started to grow on you and you got used to his presence, you even started to enjoy it. It was nice having a friend on the planet, even one who was a blood thirsty murderer, but nonetheless, Feyd was never anything other than respectful and his interesting version of kind to you.

Each day was something new with you, while he was teaching you, you were also teaching him. You and him trained together, ate togther, and talked about almost anything and everything. The topics went from simple things to things that were more intimate and personal. You considered telling him the true reasons why you sprung from planet to planet “exploring,” but you decided it wasn’t wise considering that he may not understand or even believe you. Now, while you recall these memories you regret never telling him that you were in fact running from something.

Surprisingly, Feyd had actually opened up a few times and shared some of his twisted beliefs with you. Even if they were insane you did your best to understand him and point him in directions that would cause a lot less blood shed. To your surprise, he took some of your advice.

He hated how weak you could make him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough of you. He craved you deeply. Everyday he spent with you only made his need for you stronger. The smiles you’d give him, the gentleness of your hands when you would dress his wounds after an arena fight (If he ever had any injuries from the arena that is), the softness of your voice when you would teach him things from your home planet.

It was truly intoxicating to him.

Feyd was incredibly protective of you too. Not letting many get too close to you and always making sure you were unharmed by other harkonenns. Feyd himself had no desire to ever hurt you either, he actually despised the thought of hurting you altogether. It was one of the reasons he didn’t want to force your hand, no matter how badly he wanted his fantasies of you to come true, he knew he wouldn’t take joy in forcing them upon you.

It was safe to say you had worked miracles on him. You were the only being in the entire universe who could bring this side out of him.

Feyd-rautha oved you.

So the day you just disappeared out of no where was a day nobody enjoyed. When he’d realized your absence and was informed that no harkonnen on the face of Giedie prime had any idea where you had gone, he completely lost it. He killed everyone in the room with him in that moment.

He dropped as many bodies as he possibly could that day. Acting as though they were to blame for you disappearance.

He tried to track you, find a trail of where you may have gone, anything to bring you back to him. He looked for hours, not wanting to believe that the trail to your current location was completely cold. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air.

All of your belongings were left in your guest room. Nothing of yours was missing. The only thing that had gone missing the same day you did was…his blade.

The harkonnen thought the worst when he uncovered this detail. He thought of you fighting against some kind of enemy with his blade in hand, defending yourself all alone, while he had no way of protecting you. Feyd had never felt heartache but when he thought of you alone and scared, fighting for your life, it surged through his chest and even put warm, piercing lumps in his throat at times.

There was only one other piece of evidence, but it proved you were alive. A week after finding that his blade was missing he went to your room to search it once again. This time he found a note taped in one of your analysis journals. ‘I’m sorry, don’t come looking for me’ it’s writing was rushed and sloppy.

The harkonnen stared at it before the weight of the situation settled onto him. You had left, you had run away from him. But this also meant you were alive.

Feyds murderous tendencies only grew from then on. He killed for no reason now. Slaughtering anyone if they did something out of his comfort. His anger being taken out on servants, and the drugged slaves in the arena.

Feyd seemed to hate everything other than killing. But the one thing that drove him mad was the fact he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Each night he’d have dreams of you. Dreams of your hair flowing in the geidi prime wind. Your smile glowing as he shows you yet another trick of his. Your soft voice pulling him into a deep sleep. At the end of the day, this was the closest he could be to you. Sleep was his escape and Feyd-ruatha was desperate. He wasn’t ashamed to be lulled to sleep by the thought of you every night. His finger tips wrapping around the sheets when his dreams consisted of times with you.

Feyd and you and never been closer than mere friends but you also had no idea that you were everything to him.

Now, as you float through space months after you had made your escape, you replay those memories in your head. And you make a promise to yourself. You won’t get close with anybody again until you are done running.

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A/n: Guys part two is coming

,I promise, I know this is ended sadly 😭

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bbygirl-paul · 2 days

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feyd-rautha, after paul used the voice on the reverend mother: i could take him the emperor: yeah, in a fight, right? feyd-rautha: the emperor, quietly: in a fight, right?

#feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha #emperor shaddam iv #paul atreides #paul #feydpaul #dune #dune 2024 #dune 2 #dune part 2 #dune part two #quotes #incorrect dune quotes

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timotheecontent · 2 days

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DUNE: PART 2 (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve STORYBOARD TO FILM

#dune part 2 #paul atreides #timothée chalamet #filmedit #moviegifs #filmgifs #gifs #dune 2 #~#i just think they're neat.meme

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brothertedd · 3 days

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#dune part two #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune 2 #dune 2024 #dune memes #dune film #dune #dune part one #ls dunes #dune 2021

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its-myless · 2 days

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Dune Study 💛

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luciovicious · 3 days

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#black and white #bw #dune part 2 #dune #dune 2 #b&w #b&w aesthetic #b&w edit #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd #feyd rautha #austin butler

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scarareg · 2 days

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This is my "This better not awaken something in me" scene

#Dune #Lady Margot Fenring #Margot Fenring #Feyd-Rautha #Léa Sydoux #Austin Butler #Dune Part Two #Dune 2

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arthurmoregun · 5 hours

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Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica in Dune Part Two

#lady jessica #Rebecca Ferguson #dune #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune 2 #dune movie #dailyfilmtvgifs #dailyflicks #dailyfilmsource

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 days

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Bright Lights - Timothée Chalamet X Female Reader

Title: Bright Lights

Timothée Chalamet X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Zendaya (Mentioned), Denise Villeneuve (Mentioned), Cynthia: your manager (Mentioned), Jody: the interviewer, and your adoring fans (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,363

Warnings: Reader is mentioned wearing a dress, celebrity Reader, Reader is mentioned to have anxiety, nicknames, secret relationship, slightly suggestive, very small angst, and fluff

Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and deep as you concentrated on your said breathing. You fiddled with the fabric of your attire, a black dress that you were wearing for the red carpet premiere of ‘Dune: Part 2.’ You had played the lead alongside Zendaya and Timothée - your boyfriend. Well, secret boyfriend. You both treasured privacy and liked to keep both your private life and life in the limelight separate. This had been something you both wanted, and so far it had been working out pretty well for the both of you.

Yes, there had been times when the tabloids would assume and make assumptions about the two of you; digging way too deep into the relationship and scrutinizing the simplest of paparazzi photos. It was stressful, as it was for any celebrity couple, but you both got through it; it helped to communicate and talk things out when one or the other was upset by anything. But you'd deal with all the stress and paparazzi over and over again if it meant that you were with Timothée. He made everything worth it.

Letting out one more breath, you flickered open your eyes and stepped out of the car as the door opened. The roaring and the screaming from the many, many fans seemed to be coming from everywhere as you stood up. They rushed to the rope, arms reaching out, holding things for you to sign or pictures to take. You gave them all your best smile, thanking them and signing as many autographs before you were sent to the carpet.

Going to your first interviewer, you gave the young woman a smile before she spoke, "Y/N, it is so lovely to meet you, my name is Jody, and I'd just like to start out by saying that I love your dress." She complimented, making your smile widen.

"Thank you! I love your outfit too." You replied, seeing Jodi was wearing a simple black suit. Clasping your hands before you, you held onto your bag tightly, feeling a little bit overwhelmed.

"Thank you!" She gushed before getting into the real questions, "Do you mind telling me who made this particular outfit tonight?"

Clearing your throat lightly, you spoke, "Well," You began thoughtfully, looking at your dress. "The dress was made for me by Valentino, and I just have to thank them for doing such an amazing job. I was stunned when I first saw it." You answered, “The jewelry and bag is Gucci, and my shoes are also Valentino.” Jody seemed impressed, nodding her head slightly before she went into her next question.

"How did you get cast into the movie, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked, and you felt yourself become more at ease.

"My manager called me up one day and told me that Denis wanted me to come in for auditions. Cynthia, my manager, never told me what it was for, though I did have a feeling that it might’ve been for the second Dune movie. But it seemed that I did a good job since I was cast." You let out a small laugh, and Jody gave you a smile and a nod, bringing the mic back over to her.

"So, Denis Villeneuve specifically asked you to be in his movie?" She asked, bringing the mic back over to you.

You nodded, shifting your weight slightly, "Yes, he had told me once when we were filming for ‘Dune: Part 2’ that he loved my work in the ‘Transformers’ series and ‘Barbie.’" Your lips quirked upwards into a grin. It was simply phenomenal working on the movie with Denis and the rest of the cast. And I feel very honored to have had the chance to be a part of this, honestly, groundbreaking movie."

"That's amazing, I love those movies, and I have no doubt you are incredible in this movie as well." Jody spoke, "So, I wanted to bring up a little something." Her words made your stomach twist unsurely, you knew what was coming, "There have been rumors that you and Timothée Chalamet are involved in some way, and I'd just like to ask if that rumor is true?"

You could feel your cheeks grow hot, as your eyes glanced down the carpet, seeing Zendaya and Timothée further down. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over Timothée, wearing a black baggy top, and silver shiny pants. Zendaya wore an amazing robotic-eeque suit, which was mighty impressive. And Timothée looked absolutely handsome, the lights of the multiple cameras flashing as he smiled with Daya by his side.

You let out an awkward, breathy laugh, turning back to the interviewer, "Well, we're just really good friends. Timothée has been my biggest supporter through everything, the same goes for Zendaya, and I feel really lucky to have worked alongside them in this movie." You said as professionally as you could as Jody gave you and nodded in thanks before you were asked to go to your first mark.

Standing before the flashing cameras and paparazzi yelling out your name, you posed and looked at the many cameras as best as you could. Your eyes burned from the constant flashing but your smile never wavered. You had been doing this for a long time, so you were pretty used to it. You were snapped out of your thoughts though when you felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist. Your faux camera-ready smile quickly turned into a real one when you looked over to see Timothée, already looking down at you. His green eyes were soft as they took you in, and you felt yourself melt under his gaze as he gave you a soft, loving smile.

"Hi, Timmy," You greeted your boyfriend, leaning in more toward him subconsciously, hoping he could hear you over all of the people; you felt his grip on you tighten.

"Hello, mon amour," He muttered, his voice deep. His eyes flickered to the cameras, then back to you, "I've missed you," He then said, and you looked up at him once more, giving him a smirk with a small tilt of your head as your eyes glanced from his eyes, to his hair, and back. You had to suppress the urge to run your fingers through his hair. But, you know that you'd have him all to yourself after the premiere was over.

Timothée was feeling ever-so-much the same, the urge to just lean down and kiss you was strong. His hands itched to pull you close, press against your body, and kiss every inch of skin that you could offer until the world fell away. But Timothée had to hold off on doing anything of the sort. He felt his smile widen, his eyes gazing from your eyes, the soft slope of your nose, and down to the smile on your face. He loved your smile. Your smile was breathtaking. He couldn't believe that he was dating you. You. He was so in love with you. He felt so lucky to get to wake up and see you beside him, to share his moments with you, to just be with you. He had no difficulty imagining spending the rest of his life with you.

"We saw each other no more than four hours ago, Timmy," You laughed lightly, breaking him from his thoughts of you as you felt your cheeks heat up from his intense gaze.

Timothée only returned your smirk, “And I’ve been missing you the moment we left the hotel," He turned back to face the cameras, looking like a complete natural. You felt your heart skip a beat at his comment, admiring the way he looked as he smiled at the cameras. You were so proud of him. You felt his hand tighten once more on your waist, his thumb brushing against the soft fabric as he waved to the many cameras with his other hand, "I'll see you inside?" He asked, and you gave him a nod.

"As always," You watched as he looked down at you once more before slipping his arm from your waist and taking your hand in his. Raising your hand to his lips, Timothée kept his beautiful green eyes locked on yours as he pressed a lingering kiss to the back of your hand; leaving you breathless. Reluctantly, he let go, your hand dropping back to your side as he headed to his mark. He got his kiss, and you got yours.

Letting out a happy sigh, you knew there were going to be rumors, tabloids, and whatever else talking about what had transpired but you didn't care. You were just content with having Timothée with you tonight, even for a little while. You could still feel the warmth that his arm had left, and it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You knew when this was all over, you’d be with him again, cuddled in your hotel room, and you couldn’t wait.

Finally, you made it inside the theater, finding Timothée and sitting down beside him. He quickly turned his head when he felt you sit down, giving you that stunning smile of his. You returned the gesture happily, your heart swelling at just the sight of him. As the lights dimmed and the many celebrities around hushed, you felt Timothée's hand land on your thigh; your hand swiftly moved over to cover his. You bit your lip lightly as you let the soft pad of your thumb brush over his knuckles, he then interlocked his fingers with yours just as the film began to play. The intro music echoed throughout the theater, and the first scene began to play out.

How did you get so lucky?

Around more than halfway through the movie, your eyes began to droop. Your head fell to the side and landed on Timothée's shoulder. You tried to fight it, you really did, but you were tired and slightly overwhelmed by the paparazzi and flashing cameras. Timothée turned his head slightly, his nose brushing the crown of your head, a small smile on his face as he gently squeezed your hand.

"I'll wake you when it's over," He whispered to you, gently rubbing his thumb against your wrist, and you hummed quietly in response, "Go to sleep, sweetheart."

You slowly nodded, letting your eyes flutter close. How did he get so lucky?

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When you opened your eyes, you frowned deeply, confused. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, on Tumblr. You looked around your hotel room, saw your TV playing some YouTube video, your clock on your bedside table read ten in the morning, and the sun was sitting high in the sky outside. You felt your shoulders drop, a deep breath falling out between your lips. You dropped your phone onto the mattress, rubbing your tired eyelids with the palms of your hands before you looked around your bedroom.

You were a bit confused, not remembering how you got into bed in the first place. You shut your eyes as you tried to remember the night before, remembering the premiere, but the memories from that event were blurry. It was hard to tell if you actually went to the premiere or if it was all a dream. Such large and public events were a bit stressful for you, and you often had to sleep the overwhelming sense of anxiety away before you could function properly.

But as you opened your eyes, you brought your gaze to the closet door, you spotted the garment bag that hung there; you could see your tan dress inside through the sheer fabric of the bag. Sweeping your gaze back around your room again, you spotted Timothée’s black premiere shirt draped over the hotel room chair; his black shoes were next to your heels by the closet. You sighed heavily, running your hands through your hair. It wasn't a dream, you had gone to the premiere. You knew that your anxiety sometimes caused you to forget details from these big and stressful events, and the more you sat there, the more you began to remember the events of the night before.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, you turned your attention to the other side of your bed, frowning slightly as Timothée wasn't there. Before you got out of bed to get ready for the day, your eyes spotted a small pink sticky note on Timothée's bedside table. Reaching over, you pulled the sticky note from the wooden surface, your small frown turning upside-down at the sight of Timothée's handwriting.

'I got a call from my manager, I didn't want to disturb you. Ordering breakfast whenever you’re ready. Forever yours, T.'

Kicking off the hotel covers, you felt your stomach rumble at the mere thought of food. With a smile, you jumped from the bed and slipped out of the room, your eyes immediately spotting Timothée as he lightly paced around the main area of the hotel suite, phone to his ear as he spoke to his manager. You leaned against the doorway, crossing your leg over the other, your arms crossing as you smiled; watching as Timothée's eyes darted to where you stood, his expression changing instantly as he gave you a second glance.

His face softened as soon as you smiled at him, pausing his pacing, unable to look away from you. Timothée finished whatever he was saying to his manager before hanging up the phone and walking towards you, "Good morning, mon amour," He greeted, stopping in front of you as he tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek with one of his hands, dipping down slightly to press a loving kiss to your lips, "Sleep well?"

You hummed softly, nodding your head, "Very much so, yes." You replied, pressing your hand against his hand on your cheek, his skin warm and soft under your fingertips.

He chuckled softly, pulling away from your touch and taking your hand in his, leading you backward into the suite. "Ready for breakfast then?"

"Absolutely," You nodded, your chest warming from the overwhelming happiness and adoration that you were feeling, "I'm starving."

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space-blue · 18 hours

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Modern AU Feydpaul, hear me out

Imagine... Just imagine... Feyd's older brother (canonically called Glossu Raban btw lol) is in line to inherit the Harkonnen business, leaving him to enjoy the life he wants. He not really going to uni, one of those smart kids who shows up for the test only and smashes it, *somehow*. He prefers to spend his time working on his band (the Harpies, it's him and 3 bald ladies).

And then one day a student transfer comes in... And destroys Feyd on every test score. Wouldn't you know it, the Atreides conglomerate just won an enormous contract usually taken by the Harkonnen, and his family has moved in town.

Feyd goes to the club to shake the mood off and spots this weird dark academia style twink completely out of place there.

Then they chat, and Feyd gets rocked so hard in the club's toilet, he discovers himself several new kinks. He knows nothing about the guy who just dommed him into oblivion, just that they apparently go to the same uni.

Now picture his face when he rocks up to uni the next day looking for his new rival only for someone to point the 'Atreides guy' to him and it's last night's freak, in black corduroy and cable knit sweater, looking like his only experience with sex is from books, like butter doesn't melt in his mouth.

Anyway.

#spiced and I have been going a little bananas over the idea #it's stupid tasty #feyd being the normie out of the two is just #extremely funny #they definitely both stalk each other #but feyd's been too busy larking #Paul means business #Paul's mind games are out of his world #feydpaul #feyd rautha #harkonnen #paul atreides #modern au #dune 2 #dune 2 fanart

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harkonnin · 10 hours

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* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader Tag list: @wo-ming-bai

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Previous Chapter - Never lose me Current Chapter - Seduction

*** After a somewhat restless night, your eyes pop open at a silent whisper. Your room is dark but you have difficulty opening your eyes.

“Lady Atreides, we have to start getting ready.”

It’s Tula, she’s here to help you with the preparations of the wedding. Her and 5 other servant girls. Your eyes pop open as one of them opens the curtains and reveals that it’s still dark outside. This was going to be the longest day of your life, it felt like.

There was so much to prepare, starting with a special meal. It included a liquid that helped sooth your nerves, nothing like alcohol, however. It tasted strange and somewhat coppery. It did however put you in a trance of relaxation. All you had to do was stay awake for now.

Tula helped you up after breakfast and ushered you towards the bathing area. After a good old scrub and soak in the hot water they dried you off and started to work on the rest of you. 3 servants on you and 2 servants were working on the dress and accessories you were going to wear.

“It’s beautiful” one of them says.

You haven’t seen it yet, but once you turn to view it you understand. When Feyd had asked you for the information of your dress, you had replied you wanted a dress that represented both Feyd and you. And the dress was exactly that. The stark contrast of black and white, the softness of the flowing fabric on the bottom and the intense artwork on the bodice were an accurate portrayal of the both of you. It was breath-taking.

“He’s going to have a hard time controlling himself”, one of the servants giggled.

You had to chuckle at that, they all knew what he was like. Your laughter however made all the girls freeze for a second. They didn’t know if they had offended you or not, but Tula smiled at them and motioned for them to continue.

You sat back down, and they started to work on your make up. They used Harkonnen war paint to block out your eyes in a fierce black, which made your eye colour pop. Your lip the only colour they used, a soft pink. Your hair long and softly waved, since it was already very uncommon for brides to have hair in Giedi Prime, they wanted to make it stand out even more.

They helped you into the dress and finished with a see-through veil on top of your head, accessories all over it to weigh it down so it wouldn’t fly away. You looked at yourself in the mirror and found yourself to be absolutely stunning. There was no way Feyd wouldn’t love to see you like this. Your confidence came back seeing yourself like this.

“We have to prepare for the ceremony my Lady,” one of the servants was checking the time. “Yes, well… thanks ladies. Wish me luck?” you smiled at them. “You’ll do great na-Baroness,” Tula said with a wink.

Your breath left your lungs for a split second at the use of your soon to be title. You swallowed hard and scraped your throat before giving her a hug. This all seemed too real for now, but at least you had these girls looking out for you.

Feyd had underwent the same ceremonial morning. His anticipation grew by the minute however, not only to see you, but everything after. He might not have admitted it, but being the centre of attention, having all of Giedi Prime’s eyes on him and you, the ceremony; he lived for it all.

His wedding attire left nothing to the imagination. A leather vest with long sleeves and a series of chains got put over his bare torso, painted with several black paint markings, much like the ones he received before the arena battle. A low waisted leather pant which showed his thick, muscled thighs hugged him almost sinfully. A large, heavy cape got draped over his shoulders embellished with silver and white jewels made him look extravagantly regal.

One of the servant girls had to let out a chuckle at seeing him all done up like that.

“What”, Feyd inquired, almost gleeful as well. “Lady Atreides is going to like this, my lord Na-Baron,” she seemed a bit embarrassed at her confession, but Feyd knew she was right.

He smiled for the first time in months at a servant, and no one knew how to properly react. They all just agreed to ignore the fact that their Na-Baron was acting out of character and attributed it to the nerves that came with marriage. He did, however, look handsome, the dark fabric accentuating his muscles and hard lines, as if carved by an ancient Greek sculptor. He was certain he would draw a few gasps and breaths with his look.

As the servants brought you towards the great hall, your nerves got the best of you, and you needed a short breather. They all reassured you, and you managed to get a hold of yourself in front of the big hall doors. You heard noise and talking coming from the other side of the door, assuming they were all awaiting your arrival. You took a deep breath, looked at Tula and the servants, who all gave you nods of agreement, and told the guards to open the tall doors.

As they opened a rush of light came your way and you did your best not to squint, part of the hall had a big window and the black sun was beaming down, inside of it. You did your best to scan the hall around of you, even though all you had to do was walk forwards. Upon seeing you, you heard gasps in awe of how you looked. As you slowly and elegantly made your way inside, the servants followed holding your dress and veil from dragging across the floor.

Feyd had been stood inside the hall together with the priest that was set to marry you. Upon scanning the hall and all the people inside, Feyd only deemed a few people there to be actual threats. His brother included. His daggers were fastened to his pants, just in case someone tried to assassinate you again, or object your marriage.

As he heard the doors start to open, he straightened himself and anticipated your arrival with a happiness he had not felt in years. You were his pathway to power, but most of all, he enjoyed the moment of seeing you again. He wondered what you were going to look like, after the ceremony and relished in the fact that you would be his, forever.

As he saw your figure enter the hallway, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. The white and black dress, the veil, the servants all around you… You looked like a goddess. He was willing to drop to his knees right there and then, but had to watch, in agony, how you were taking your sweet time to get to him. As he heard the people around the hall also react to you, he couldn’t have felt more proud. It almost felt like a dream to him, a beautiful nightmare that he never wanted to wake up from.

As you made your way to the front, you locked eyes with Feyd. He looked absolutely ravishing. You had to control every single muscle in your body so you wouldn’t run into his arms, instead your eyes darted to what he was wearing. His chest bare, painted, the chains dangling in front of it. His tight pants, sinfully low, left nothing to the imagination. And the cape, which made him look like he was some dark prince waiting to steal you from your castle. He looked to fit the role of na-Baron for the first time properly.

The closer you got to the altar, the darker his stare got. It was obvious he relished in the fact that you were giving yourself to him, you were surrendering your entity to become part of his. He noticed you were carrying the dagger he gifted to you, and he had to swallow hard. Reality of your bond hit him in the face, and he got a few happy chills rushing throughout his body. He tilted his head, as to stretch his neck, while he got more comfortable.

You went up the stairs and moved to stand next to him, the servants letting your dress drape over the tall steps. You had to admit, once the ceremony started, you weren’t really listening to what the priest was saying. Most of it was all generic jibber jabber about the houses, the political positions and other unromantic subjects that you were pulled into.

Instead, the both of you just kept looking at each other, your cheeks probably alight with a burning red, excited but embarrassed to have him practically undressing you with his eyes in front of thousands of people, including your family. You even noticed at one point he recoiled from coming closer, as if his thoughts temporarily took over and he physically lost all control. For you as well, it was all a bit much.

But nothing could have prepared you for the end of the ceremony. You were given a cup made of glass, a dark red liquid inside of it. Blood, obviously. You saw Feyd smirk at you when he saw your perplexed face. You didn’t know if you would be able to stomach blood this early in the morning. Also, “WHO DRINKS BLOOD ON A WEDDING?”, you thought to yourself. You wondered if the weird drink you had to take in the morning was to prepare you for his.

As the priest said a few more words about making your bond last for eternity, Feyd took the cup and dipped his hand into it. His fingers, blood red and dripping, he moved closer to you, removed your veil and placed his bloodied hand on your cheek, right over your already faded scar. He took his index thumb and rubbed your mouth softly.

“Open,” he demanded in a whisper.

As you did, he softly hooked his bloodied thumb into your mouth. It tasted like metal or copper, but also sweet for some reason. It probably looked incredibly sinful; this was more intimate than giving each other rings. As you closed your mouth again and sucked his finger dry, his look turned darker. If not for the amount of fabric covering him, everyone would be able to see his growing erection. If you had been alone, Feyd would already be on top of you, pushing you into some corner of the hall and having his way with you.

After a few seconds that seemed way too long to be of normal duration, Feyd removed his thumb from your mouth and held the cup over his head. He let the blood drip on top of his head, covering his face with it. It made its way down his torso, making him look incredibly bloodied. He looked insane but it made you smile a little bit. It felt like he had returned to the person who enticed you back on Caladan, the Feyd you had missed greatly.

You mimicked the steps he did before, bloodying your hand and touching his cheek. Before you were able to move your finger towards his mouth however, he turned his head into your touch and started to suck off all your fingers, holding your hand steady in his. He looked like a rabid dog almost, acting like there weren’t a thousand people watching you and him, right then and there. It stirred something inside your stomach, the need and want you had been craving for so long.

When he finally let go of your hand, when he was sated, you moved to dump the cup over your face and chest. You did it almost to slow for Feyd, who was straining against his erection at the sight of you, bloodied and delicious. Almost teasing him with how slow you acted. When you finished you opened your eyes at him and smirked. You saw his jaw clench and almost smiled at his reaction. You loved teasing Feyd like this, certainly after the coldness that radiated from his messages lately. He deserved a little bit of punishment for not being nice to you.

As the priest was pleased enough with the ceremonial bonding, he wanted to move onto the last part. With most weddings, they usually wrapped everything up with a kiss, but this was Giedi Prime, love was not their preferred emotion. So, the ending ceremony looked a bit different.

Feyd took out on of his blades and started to cut his hand open. You looked somewhat bewildered at him, and he nodded to you to do the same. As you took the dagger he gifted you, it all made sense now. The dagger was an early marriage gift, but you hadn’t noticed. You just thought he gave you a weapon because he loves them. But it was for this purpose that he already showed you were his heart lied.

As you cut open the palm of your hand, he used his bloodied hand to take yours into his. Making the bond by blood as well. It stung and even his blood felt different from yours. He was standing very close to you now, just mere inches away from your face. Both of you covered with blood, your hands clasped tightly, and you could feel his heartbeat in your hands. You smiled up at him, just a small one for him to see.

The priest announced you were not officially husband and wife, and Feyd went against all traditions on Giedi Prime when he leaned in to kiss you right there and then. It had taken you by surprise at well, still holding hands. But you leaned into it and closed your eyes for the few moments you had. Gasps were heard around the hall, as this was very a-typical for a Harkonnen.

When he released you, you both took a few seconds to stare at each other only for Feyd to break eye contact and turn towards the people in the hall. He started walking with your hand in his and you followed him suit. Both of you had servants following you from then on, helping with your dress but also cleaning you off. They took both of you aside into separate rooms to finish up cleaning you. Your dress however, got stained by all the blood, it left a cool bloodied design on top of the corset and white parts.

Tula spoke for the first time since you had entered the separate rooms.

“That was something, Na-Baroness!”, she almost squealed.

The other servant girls started to giggle nervously. They almost made it seem like you did something wrong or out of the ordinary. You figured it was just the kiss they were talking about.

“I’m assuming the lord Na-Baron wasn’t supposed to kiss me, going by the gasps I heard all around us,” you inquired.

They all stopped working on you for a second and almost laughed at each other.

“No, my lady Na-Baroness, not only that. The only thing you both should have done was poor the blood. Everything else was… uncommon of our tradition. The lord Na-Baron obviously had planned to trick you into doing these. He must like you very much,” Tula spoke.

He had tricked you into doing all these things that he did not require you to do, just to see how far you would go along with them. You almost smiled to yourself at this, he tricked you but it had felt good, like he trusted you to follow him even in all the weirdness he offered you. It was almost like he was testing you and your loyalty to him. To see if you really meant what you said and to see how easy he could control you.

“Feyd seemed… especially pleased,” one of the other servants said.

They all burst out laughing, not mockingly however, but more so open towards you.

“You probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Na-Baroness,” one of them spoke.

Now it was your time to laugh, more so nervously, but they all joined in on it. Slightly embarrassed but also very pleased with what had transpired in the wedding hall. They finished cleaning you up and sent for you to go to the banquet hall, where you and Feyd would be seated next to each other for the first time as equals.

As the doors opened, people looked at you enter, and Feyd was already seated. He got up as he saw you enter and went over to you. You stopped dead in your tracks as he bent down and got on one knee in front of everyone. He took your scarred hand in his and kissed it softly.

“My Na-Baroness,” he purred as he got up again and held your hand tight.

It was quite overwhelming, as the banquet hall went silent. He moved you to follow him to what were essentially your thrones at the table. As you sat down you felt everyone looking at you, you saw your parents and Paul, the Baron and Rabban, and a whole bunch of officials that were invited to the wedding. Some displeased and some happy, some in fear and some angry. You figured there would come a time and a place to deal with all of them, but tonight was not the night.

The ceremony had taken quite a while, and it was already in the later afternoon as the servants brought out all the food. You noticed there were a lot of Caladian dishes and specialities prepared. You skimmed the table and saw even your favourites were included. You looked at Feyd in awe. You mouthed a silent ‘thank you’, at him and his mouth twitched into a soft smile. He leaned in and you did as well, your thrones too far apart for physical touching sadly.

“Anything for my wife,” he whispered gravelly.

It stirred something in you, and you went to grab his hand. You softly touched his and your thumb circled over the top of it a few times before you broke contact again, as not to make it obvious to the others present. He looked at his hand and back at you.

He had never felt so many conflicting feelings as he had on his wedding day. He managed to gain control over you and your actions during the ceremony and he relished in that feeling, but he also felt protective over you, feared you and your life. You were now a part of him, and he was a part of you. It had felt incredibly too real for him at some point. He would have never admitted it, but it scared him how strong he felt about you.

Having seen you with all the blood on you, your devotion to him and his ways, your hands didn’t linger the moment you had to cut yourself, you did it in one swift moment. He admired you, he felt devoted to you at that point, he promised himself that your needs were as important as his from then on. He would walk through fire for you. And he knew you would too.

Upon seeing you enter the banquet hall again he lost all self-control. A man was never supposed to bow in front of a woman, and certainly not a Harkonnen. He knew this would draw a few gasps in the room, but all that mattered was that you knew he was sincere about this. He had felt apprehensive about marriage but realised that your bond would make the both of you stronger. In more ways than one.

He had requested the best dishes and specialities from Caladan, made by the personal chef of the Atreides family. He didn’t leave anything to chance, no poisoning, no assassinations, he checked everything himself and even reached out to your brother, as he knew that Paul had foresight in some way, to help with defences and security. He had felt no shame in asking your family for help, as there was no reason for them to put you in any danger.

As you sat down next to him, he felt like he could finally relax as he sank into the throne for a hot second. You were staring at the banquet table in awe, he wondered what you were thinking. As you turned to him and thanked him, his stomach fluttered, an unusual feeling for him. He twitched a little bit at the feeling but decided to lean into it.

“Anything for my wife,” he managed to whisper.

His own feelings overwhelming him, his vision becoming more tunnel-like the longer you looked at him. As your hand covered his and your thumb rubbed his flesh, he felt like he was going to burst out in flames. His heartbeat unnecessarily fast and loud in his ears. His restraint on himself was almost impressive, if he had to say so himself. It took him every ounce of self-control to not bend you over right there and then and take you on the banquet hall for everyone to see. His growing erection obvious for you to see, from where you were seated.

His eyes darted to your lips, in a plea-like matter, but none of you could do anything right now. Everything had to be proper and pristine, utter perfection until you were both finally released to finalise the bonding. He saw you were having a hard time restraining yourself as well, and it only spurred him on, seeking any sense of feeling when he tried to shift in his seat. The leather of his pants rubbing his hard cock, making him sweat for now.

You had noticed the bulge that was forming in his pants. This man wanted nothing more but to resign to bed without dinner, and you had to admit the tension was also killing you on the inside. You had already felt hot and bothered when you saw him at the altar earlier, chest and nipples on display, dressed like a sex slave with a cape, you had thought. Absolutely sinful that they would entice you with such a specimen, only for you to wait another 10+ hours to be able to have your cake and eat it too.

You tried to push away your horny thoughts and doubled down on the food instead. He Caladian dishes tasted exactly like home, and you honestly wondered how they had done that. You figured it was all Feyd since the Harkonnen themselves had no love for your family nor your house in particular.

After a long evening of congratulations, eating and drinking, there was no such thing as a first dance, a party or any of the sort. They simply just told you to resign to your shared quarters at a way too early time and that was that. You had however drank a fair amount of Giedi Prime wine, which you found out was a tad stronger than the one you had on Caladan, probably because most of it was just chemically enhanced. Feyd wasn’t much of a drinker, and he only had one or two wines. He preferred to stay sober as he indulged in… other matters.

As the servants were escorting both of you towards your quarters you somehow giggled at the thought of being in the same room without guests, family, or servants for the first time. The alcohol making you sound like a drunk teenager, but Feyd stayed stoic as he looked at you. You figured this was just the Harkonnen in him taking matters seriously and you were ok with that.

As the doors to your quarters started to close, Tula gave you a wink before shutting the door completely. You sniffed a laugh at that, and a smile spread on your face. You felt Feyd’s strong hands pull your arm to twirl you around and into his arms. His erection already evidently growing and poking into your hip. You had to swallow at the look he had, dark and sinister, much like the moment you started to fight him back on Caladan. His eyes never soft and just lost in the moment. You got chills thinking about how he kissed you however, how he wanted to make you his, as he had claimed he would.

You decided to take the lead for a second, and moved one of your hands slowly downwards, over his bare torso, softly tugging the chains that were covering it, scratching him with some of your nails. His body responded in a shiver and his eyes slightly closed.

“Will you show me the proper way to please my husband?” you spoke softly on his lips.

You swear he lost all control in that moment as he crashed his lips on top of yours, as he pushed you against the wall.

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