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These Destined Ends

Part Twelve

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: goodbye to Giedi Prime, no foreplay, fucking with ✨a view✨

A/N: I was planning on making this a long(er) installment but my monkey brain needs the instant gratification of updating the story😂 Hopefully Part Thirteen will be up soon, too. Thank you for being patient with me!

Amongst the hustle and bustle of moving, servants rushing in and out with your belongings and Feyd barking out orders, you kneel down next to the synthetic plant. You check twice that no one is paying attention to you before reaching inside, running your fingers along the inner lip of the pot and past clumps of fake dirt. Finally you connect with something and a triumphant fissure erupts in you at the sight of the fertility necklace.

You clutch it in your hand.

While you don’t intend to use it, it’s the last link to your mother that you have. You can’t believe you almost forgot it — it seems like a small eternity since your wedding. You had almost completely wiped it from your memory since you hid it, remembering only because Jessica and the Bene Gesserits were at the forefront of your mind.

You drop the necklace into a pocket of your dress before anyone sees it.

“Do you know what today is, wife?”

You catch Feyd loping towards you, seemingly having forfeited his supervising responsibilities.

“Mm, the day we get a lovely chat with the Reverend Mother?” You ask, distracted by the weight of the necklace.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten.”

You blink, then center your focus on him, on the fleeting look of smugness he has. “It’s today.”

Feyd’s eyes glint. He pounds his fist to his chest three times, drawing the attention of the servants who stop what they’re doing and straighten in response. You wave them away, grabbing your husband by the crook of his elbow and pulling him into the corner.

“Must you insist on doing that so often?” You chide him. “We would already be on Arrakis if they didn’t have to keep pausing for you.”

The grin on his face tells you that he is not even the slightest bit apologetic. “Can I not dedicate servitude to my wife on our anniversary?”

“Our anniversary of one month,” you remind him.

“A perfect opportunity to laud you.”

“You can laud yourself over there to help that poor man.” You indicate a servant struggling with a particularly heavy trunk of belongings.

Feyd narrows his eyes. “He’s fine.”

“Feyd-Rautha.”

Your husband considers your tone, then turns and delivers another three-strike salute to his chest. He’s darting away before you can reprimand him for it, snarling for a second servant to help with the heavy lifting instead of himself.

Shaking your head, you can’t but smile privately. It warms you to see Feyd like this, the charismatic, alluring side of him that you so rarely glimpse. He usually deploys it in political situations, a switch that he can flick on at will, but it seems genuine today. Perhaps the anniversary of your wedding has lifted his mood in light of his brother’s engagement.

Either that, or the fact that the first step of your plan would be initiated today.

You liked to believe it was the latter.

It’s midday before you’re called to receive the Reverend Mother, and sweat beads between your shoulder blades. To calm your pounding heart, you think of Caladan: the spray of the sea against the rocky crags, the rare peal of your mother’s laughter, and how it all had been stolen from you by those like the Baron and the Reverend Mother. People who thought their agenda more important than the lives of those carrying it out for them.

Your vengeance keeps you sharp, your smile like a knife as you approach the Reverend Mother.

“Thank you for meeting with me earlier than we planned,” you greet her.

She replies, “You said it was urgent, though I sense that, once again, your womb is empty.”

“Yes,” you say, stifling the urge to choke her with those stupid chains. Hopefully the saccharine tone of your voice does not betray your inner thoughts. “I called you here for a related reason.”

“And what might that be?”

“You were wrong about Feyd-Rautha.”

The Reverend Mother visibly recoils. “Tell me what’s on your mind now, girl, I do not have the time for your vague accusations.”

“How do you truly know that he’s destined to sire the Kwisatz Haderach? He is…unpredictable,” you say. “Perhaps your calculations are wrong. It could explain why I am not yet pregnant.”

“Does he know you voice this concerns?” The Reverend Mother asks with a sniff.

Your lips press together. “Of course not.”

“Keep it that way. Feyd-Rautha is just as destined to sure the Kwisatz Haderach as you are to bear it from your womb.” You can feel her scrutiny from under her decorated veil. “You were defiant before about your arrangement. Why are you questioning his authenticity now?”

“As you remember, you assessed me under the Gom Jabbar. Feyd-Rautha has had no such assessment. What if he were to fail?”

The Reverend Mother considers this. “You suggest that we test him.”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe him likely to succumb?”

“I don’t know what I believe,” you reply, “only that his capabilities have not been proven by your standards.”

“You speak as if this is an oversight on our part,” the Reverend Mother says, rising to her feet. A bolt of uncertainty shoots through you.

“I mean no offense. I am simply voicing my concerns, as you said.”

“You leave soon for Arrakis?”

“In a few hours.” You try to look sheepish. “You can see why I demanded urgency.”

The Reverend Mother doesn’t immediately reply. You’re not sure what she sees when she gazes upon you. When she finally does speak, her voice is begrudging: “I shall see that Feyd-Rautha is tested by the Gom Jabbar, though I hardly think it necessary to facilitate now.”

“But what if he fails? I am wasting my time with him,” you counter, perhaps too quickly.

The Reverend Mother must mistake the haste in your voice for panic. “I will visit you on Arrakis in one week. We shall test him then.”

You dip your chin, acquiescent. “Thank you, Reverend Mother.”

The Reverend Mother has no sooner left before Asha scurries to you, her eyes wide. “I overheard everything. It won’t be ready by then.”

“It has to be.”

After your disconcerting dinner with the Baron, you made it your top priority to mend things with Asha. Albeit, less messy than your reunion with Feyd. Asha was only too quick to forgive you and gush her own apologies, which you reassured were not necessary. You had explained to her the plan you created with your husband that very night, while lying side by side in bed, voices whispered, his fingers dragging across your skin.

You had uttered plans to destroy his family like they were sonnets of a poem, threaded with love and unwavering devotion.

Asha, of course, eagerly agreed to assist you with the plan.

“These things, it takes time, and without having an actual reference —”

You lower your voice as not to be heard by anyone lingering nearby. “Tell them I will double their pay. It must be delivered to me on Arrakis in a week’s time.”

“Okay.” Asha hardly looks convinced.

“The promise of coin is an excellent tonic for idleness,” you say. You allow a small smile. “I wish it would change your mind.”

You had invited Asha to join you on Arrakis but she had swiftly declined, ever after you swore a higher salary. You would do anything to guarantee her company.

“I belong here, Y/N,” Asha says, “I know it must be difficult to believe. I imagine you felt the same about Caladan.”

You stiffen slowly. Oh, how lovely it must be to make your own decisions and live where you choose. Subconsciously, you know you could order her to join you and she would have no choice but to say yes. But you would not sacrifice her happiness for your own. “I understand.”

“Are you…disappointed?”

Feyd glances at you. You both stand in the whirl of a thopter’s wings, the force of it billowing your skirts and the red scarf you’ve draped over your head and shoulders in preparation for Arrakis. Your hand sits on your forehead like a shield for the sun — the last time you would see it, a dark, unblinking eye in the white sky.

The light casts Feyd in sharp contrast.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“This…is your home,” you say, “will you not miss it?”

As if prompted by your question, he surveys the barren landscape, factories belching smoke in the distance as servants finish preparing your things for space flight. You think that he might not answer when he eventually says, “This place has always been more prison than home. I will be glad to rid myself of it.”

You want to reach out and grab his hand, but it feels wrong in this instance, when you wear your mantles of na-Baron and na-Baroness like armor.

Instead, you take to inspecting the same land that your husband does. You can’t even imagine the horrors he’s experienced here. And, unlike you, with your life scattered across several planets, Feyd had only known Giedi Prime — its cruelty and hardships and penchant for violence.

Though Arrakis is hardly a paradise, you hope he will find reprieve there.

“I can’t believe I’m going back,” you mutter. Your throat thickens. “And my parents won’t be there. I…I didn’t imagine it would be like this.”

“A soldier who dies in battle holding a weapon is guaranteed a place in the Heavens. If they were anything like you, they died fighting.”

You smile, blinking appreciatively at him. “I didn’t know you were religious, Feyd-Rautha.”

“I have little care for the Orange Catholic Bible. But there is comfort in knowing that there might be sanctuary for those who have spent their lives in battle.”

“Like you?”

You’re not sure what prompts you to ask it, but he turns sharply to regard you. His eyes scan your face, then the slightest of smiles graces his lips. “I’m afraid that there is no sanctuary for someone like me, jewel, but you’ve certainly ruined me by giving me a taste.”

Your chest tightens with emotion. You want to respond but it’s then that you’re beckoned over to the thopter. Feyd’s gaze flickers behind you and the moment is lost. “Be quick, wife.”

Be quick?

A pair of arms circle around you, making stumble. You automatically lean into their embrace while Feyd retreats to give you time to say goodbye, though you hardly notice with the tears springing to your eyes and blurring your vision.

You’re loathe to leave Asha here. She clings to you tightly, and you know that she wishes it could be different.

“You will come visit,” you tell her fiercely.

Asha withdraws an inch. “Of course.”

“And you will send me monthly — no, weekly updates.” You give her a stern look. “You will spare no details. I command you as your na-Baroness.”

“I suppose I have no choice then.”

You grin at her. “No you do not.”

Asha draws you in again, then whispers, “Your promise of coin worked.” She recovers, saying louder, “Now go. The na-Baron looks anxious for you to join him.”

“Thank you, Asha. For everything. You are my dearest friend.”

Asha offers you one last smile then bows to you. Aware that half of the fortress is watching, you spin on your heel and make your way to the thopter, to your na-Baron, and to your uncertain future.

“I can’t say it’s good to be back,” you report dryly as the heighliner descends. The expanse of desert stretches out before you, Arrakeen, shield wall visible just on the horizon. It shimmers slightly in the low lighting, duel suns casting a glow as they prepare for nighttime.

You’re escorted by a horde of Harkonnen soldiers in their all-black armor through a crowd of Arrakis natives. The handful of Fremen are easy enough to spot with their blue-on-blue eyes — you think them to be hostile of you, considering your Harkonnen marriage, but most regard you with curiosity. As you pass, you hear a rumbling in the crowd that you catch snippets of:

“…the Holy Mother of the Kwisatz Haderach…”

“I hear she’s no Bene Gesserit witch as they claim.”

“…does she already look pregnant to you?”

It displeases you, these vast speculations, but do your best not to reveal it. The truth of your education is not widely known. You were a shameful blot on the tapestry the Bene Gessrits have woven, and instructed by your mother upon first arrival on Arrakis not to tell anyone.

The prophecy foretold you to be part of the sisterhood, so that was the facade you upheld.

A Fremen woman twists free from the crowd. You’re too stunned to push her away before she lays a hand on your lower abdomen. Her blue-on-blue eyes shine vibrantly.

“I have touched the womb of the Holy Mother,” the woman says in a tremulous voice, “the womb which will bear our sacred Messiah.”

You stare, open-mouthed, as two Harkonnen soldiers grab under her arms and drag her away, still spouting heretics about your womb. The last you see of her is her feet dragging in the sand as she’s sucked into the crowd. Unease travels across your skin like goosebumps despite the stifling heat; you’re grateful to have worn the headscarf, as it hopefully masks your alarm.

“I should’ve had her hands removed for daring to touch you,” Feyd hisses under his breath.

He glowers the remaining way to the Arrakeen palace. It’s difficult to say if any of the remaining Fremen are eager to replicate the scene, but they’re surely discouraged now by your husband.

“That would’ve reflected poorly on us,” you say.

“I don’t care.”

You bump arms with him, stepping closer as not to be overheard. “You cannot blame them for their exuberance. They have been manipulated by the Bene Gesserits for centuries now. They believe our child to be their savior.”

A look of discomfort crosses Feyd’s face but he elects not to respond. Together you’re admitted through the airtight entrance into the palace, which is promptly sealed again. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust but when they do, you’re rooted to the spot by confusion.

The palace is exactly the same. You’ve memorized it from your long days stuck inside, but the decor and furniture are completely different. You suppose you expected to see it mostly the same, perhaps ransacked or destroyed, a standing tomb from the life before — not this, a space crafted entirely new.

The Harkonnen soldiers dispatch, probably to sweep for spies, leaving you alone with Feyd for the first time since your exchange with the Baron.

Your brows furrow as you say, “I don’t understand.”

“I hope it’s to your approval.”

“You did this?”

“I thought it would make the transition…easier,” he tells you. “Everything that was salvageable has been taken to a storage vault for safe keeping in case you later feel so inclined to see it.”

Gratitude swells inside you. “The entire palace?”

Feyd indicates for you to continue onward. He trails after you as you explore the halls, amusement etched on his face as he observes you peeking into each room for confirmation. It’s only once you’ve reached the bedroom meant for the man and lady of the house that he stops you.

“I’ve deigned to move our personal belongings to the next biggest suite,” he says, “this room is considered off limits.”

Relief washes over you — you won’t have to stay where your parents slept, where your mother would venture nightly from her quarters to slip under the covers with your father. Your throat thickens. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing.”

His gesture moves you deeply, but it’s hard to miss the streaks of residual lasgun burn marks on the walls, the unfamiliar servants now in your employ. And you’re not sure if it’s your imagination or not but you sense a heaviness within the palace as if the weight of the deaths press on you from all sides.

The intricate care taken to packing your belongings is now undone over the next few hours. At least here everything is in color and there’s a human warmth that was always lacking on Giedi Prime. You sneak glances at Feyd on occasion to gauge his reaction, but he maintains his casual indifference to it all.

It would be impossible to tell if he’s masked his feelings or if he really doesn’t care. Either way, relief loosens your mind when night descends and the servants are sent away to rest, leaving you alone with Feyd. There are no pretenses you need to hold — not that it would matter if you tried. His attention is already fastened to you, analyzing.

“Let me help you out of your dress,” he offers in his rasping voice.

You obey, turning your back to him so that he may untie the laces running up your spine. You suspect that he would normally make quick work of such a task, it’s not like he’s unfamiliar with the process, but his fingers are clumsy, grazing. Feyd crowds close to you, his mouth hovering over the shell of your ear.

“Did everything go as planned?”

You nod, humming. It’s hard not to get distracted with him near you like this. “Yes. She will be here next week to assess you.”

“Perfect.”

“It truly could not have gone better,” you admit to him with a splash of self-satisfaction.

He drops a kiss to your bare shoulder as he eases the dress down over it. “I was talking about you, jewel.”

Twisting, you meet his mouth with yours. Feyd’s hands instantly grab at your waist and spins you the rest of the way until you’re pressed together. You allow the dress to slide down and pool at your feet, which you step out of as Feyd pedals backward, taking you with him. His kiss grows deeper. Attempting to take the lead, you tug him towards the bed, but Feyd has other ideas.

“No, no, come here,” he rasps. Like the tide eroding the sand, you let him guide you to the floor-length window. The glass against your skin is still warm from the twin suns.

“Here?” You gasp into him.

Feyd is too busy discarding his own clothes to answer immediately. “Let all of Arrakis see their na-Baroness,” he murmurs, mouth reuniting with yours with renewed passion.

His touch coasts down your side to your thighs, lifting you so that you can settle your legs around his waist. The vantage point giving your center access to his hardened length. Your body bows in response to him, ribbons of desire reaching out to capture you, binding you to him.

It’s without warning that Feyd drives inside you. He grunts as his cock splits your cunt, walls protesting at his size, the force of his intrusion. You bite down on his shoulder as pain intertwines with pleasure, muffling your cries until his thrusts have thoroughly slickened you. And Feyd never relents, bucking his hips into you with wild enthusiasm.

You’re not sure how it’s possible but every touch — every thrust, every kiss — catapults you to the edge of a precipe from which you willingly step over, languishing in the free fall. Someday you might hit the ground, but that doesn’t frighten you as it should. You would do it over and over again as long as he was the one to bring you there. All things considered, it was his hands pushing you off the ledge, prompting you to fall, to spiral down into the chasm he created — and his hands who ultimately catch you.

Feyd eventually lets you back down on your feet only to twirl you around again. His arms snake around you, hands cupping your breast. You moan as he pinches your nipples, rolls them between his fingers, his breath hot on the side of your neck. Feyd wastes no time returning his cock to your weeping cunt, using his knee to spread apart your legs.

It feels as if you can see all of Arrakis from here as Feyd pummels into you: the cresting desert beyond the city, the shield wall, lights flickering in the distance. You wonder if anyone can see you now, make out your blurred shape high above them getting properly fucked by the man who rules over them. The thought fills you with molten heat, pulsing over you in waves of pleasure as you imagine an audience to your fucking.

Feyd laughs like he knows this. “What shall we say when our people discover their na-Baroness is a whore?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you pant, “you’d kill anyone who even hints at it.”

He snaps his hip to you, grunting in approval.

It’s not long after that he coaxes your final orgasm from you, coming himself soon after. The lights of Arrakeen merge, brighten, as you unravel beneath him; the subsequent bliss of him coating you with his seed. Once he’s wrung his pleasure from you, he pulls you against him, your back flush with his chest. You stay like that for quite some time as you both catch your breath, looking out over the planet you inherited together.

“It’s all ours,” Feyd rasps.

“What an anniversary gift,” you reply, grinning as you watch him in the reflection of the glass.

“If you asked of it I would gift you the entire Known Universe.”

“I know,” you tell him. “Maybe next month.”

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slytherins-heir · 2 days

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Can you please write a Feyd fic where he and the reader have had dreams of each other but while she was his dream girl, he was her nightmare.

oh this would be so interesting to write because the feyd fic i'm working on right now, she's so down for his shit so i actually love this so much. hell yes

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dreamlandcreations · 2 days

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Imagine that Dune is a virtual reality game...

• Feyd-Rautha masterlist • Main Masterlist • Moodboards masterlist •

Imagine that Dune is a virtual reality game in the future, where you meet Feyd, a player who doesn't know he is a player.

You hacked yourself into a restricted "era" of the game, an earlier concept that was abandoned but for some reason kept running after almost two decades. This was also the last version where you could be someone other than a random character, becoming main characters of the story was not an option anymore.

So when you meet the infamous na-Baron you don't even think that there could be a living player behind the character. Not at first.

You realise he doesn't know this is a game and you look for him in the real world, only to find out that he accidently got lost in it as a very young child. Unfortunately, when they finally found him in the game he was already under the Baron character's influence. They couldn't get him out.

It is your turn to try.

Will he accept your help? The truth? Would he even want to (or be capable to) live in the normal world after all this? Would he let you leave him?

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feyd-rautha-aesthetic · 3 days

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⛧ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉 ⛧ (poem)

~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ~

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• short Poem-Oneshot to my fanfiction Love Bites • 18+ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭: ⫸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⫷ ~ 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (✙𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, (𝐡𝐢𝐦) 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮), 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!, 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?! • words: around 1.5 now

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨? 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔,

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒔,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅,

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔,

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝. 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 '𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝'. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲.

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑,

𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥? 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 - 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈��𝒊𝒛𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,

𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒖𝒑,

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐰). 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬-𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰). 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧 “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.“ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥) 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚!❞𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 '𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝', 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐦.

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆,

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆

𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝é𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭é. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

(𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.)

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫.

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧.❞

I wrote this in the night. Maybe at 4 or 5 am. My soul is dead…

#LOVE BITES STORY #feyd rautha dune #poem fic #dark aesthetic #giedi prime #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune part two #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #feyd x reader #feyd x you #dune 2 #villian x reader #dune part 2 #dune 2024 #austin butler #austin butler x reader

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I’m fucked y’all because na baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen is my comfort character, my little pale ass murder daddy cinnamon apple sweet bby 🥹 gimme

#Feyd #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x you #feyd x you #feyd x reader #feyd smut #feyd fanfiction #feyd fluff #feyd rautha smut #Feyd rautha fluff

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MOODBOARD — FEYD-RAUTHA X BENE GESSERIT!READER — seek freedom and become captive of your desires

#Feyd #Feyd Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd Rautha #Dune #Dune part 2 #Feyd Rautha x reader #Feyd x reader #House Harkonnen #Feyd Rautha moodboard #Feyd Rautha edit #Dune edit #Dune moodboard #Harkonnen edit #Harkonnen moodboard #sswallow;moodboards #sswallow;made a thing #fanfic;littledeath

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GETTIN MY FEYD-RAUTHA BLADE TATTOOED IN THE MORNING IM STOOOOOKED

#the things i do for my love of austin butler #gonna raise it to my forehead and tell my bestfriend may her knife chip and shatter during disagreements #im gonna be INSUFFERABLE I TELL YOU #but she loves me #she'll do it right back #itll be feyd and paul all over again #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha #dune part two #dune #austin butler

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AUSTIN BUTLER & LÉA SEYDOUX as FEYD-RAUTHA HARKONNEN & LADY MARGOT FENRING | Dune: Part Two (2024)

#duneedit #barbieaemondgifs #feyd rautha #lady margot #austin butler #lea seydoux #feyd rautha harkonnen #lady margot fenring #dune #dune part 2 #dailyflicks #movieedit #moviegifs #filmedit #filmgifs #dune part two #dune movie #dune 2024

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Feyd Rautha X Y/N - Drabble - 1.5K WC

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Warnings: arranged marriage, soft Feyd, comfort, kissing, def not how this psycho would truly act

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You rubbed your hands together clumsily, your palms sweaty. You fidgeted with your gown; a beautiful iridescent white that glimmered in the black sunlight of Giedi Prime. You felt the sweat on your makeup covered brow. You had only met your soon-to-be husband the day prior. He looked quite dashing in his all black armor. His gaze was unreadable, inquisitive. His eyes never left yours, even when he leaned down to kiss your knuckles. His uncle, Baron Harkonnen, introduced you to him. Feyd Rautha. You had heard the stories, the gruesome rumors. And by the way he looked at you, you felt small. Felt as if he could crush you at any moment. And now, as you stood at the altar, him before you, you felt that exact feeling. Small, scared. His touch was gentle when he took your hand, snapping you back into the current moment. You listened to the small translating device in your ear, translating the strange Harkonnen language into the common tongue of Galach. Your hand shook as Feyd slipped on a black ring, one matching his.

Then you heard the fateful words, “Kiss the bride.” said the officiator.

Your eyes flicked up to Feyds. His were confident and strong, the complete opposite to your scared, anxious ones. He tilted your chin up slightly before leaning down and pecking your lips. The masses cheered as you were escorted away by your ladies in waiting. Friends you knew you could not trust as they were likely spies for the Baron.

You were finding Giedi Prime to be a very lonely planet.

Your ladies carefully removed your dress before adorning you in a much shorter, sheer one. Meant to entice your now husband, Na- Baron Feyd Rautha. The title felt unfamiliar on your tongue. As did yours, Na - Baroness. You waited in your apartments, watching the black night and the fireworks that splotched themselves in the sky. The breeze of the night held you as you waited. You were almost chewing your lip raw as you tried to calm your body. Knowing what would happen tonight frightened you. It did not sound pleasant when your governess described it to you as you traveled to Geidi Prime. She did her best to prepare you but all you knew was you feared this night with Feyd Rautha.

Your thoughts haunted as you heard the door slide open and closed, your new husband standing in the doorway. You made your way to the bed, sitting on your knees in the center of it. “Welcome Na-Baron.” You said quietly.

He made no noise as he shifted around the room, discarding his armor until he was in nothing but loose pants. He started to watch you again, observe you. He watched you lay down, spreading your shaking legs slightly. He could see the glimmer of tears in your eyes. Your fists clenching the sheets. You hesitantly pulled at the shoulders of your nightgown, ready to expose yourself fully.

“Stop.” He said.

You sat up, pulling your dress back up and holding it close to you. You had never heard his voice before, it was gravelly yet smooth. “What?” You asked, tears still spilling from your eyes but you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I won’t share your bed. Not until you want me to. I’m not a brute.” He said as he cut his palm, wiping the blood on the white sheet next to you.

You watched him do so with an open mouth, “What if I never want you to?” You whispered, gaining the courage to look at him.

He paused for a moment before shrugging, “They expect an heir at some point. But I assure you, I will not touch you until you want me to. If you ever do.” He paused before motioning to the swipe of blood on the bed, “That should hold them over. Once they think you are no longer a maiden they will happily wait for an heir to arrive, no matter how long that takes.”

You saw him walk over to the black couch on the opposite side of the room, laying down, he turned away from you. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t expect so much restraint and compassion from a man as supposedly psychotic as Feyd Rautha. You laid down, watching him as you waited to sleep.

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Flashes of black and white clouded your mind, you had no real grasp on what was happening but you knew you needed to escape. You knew the primal fear that settled in your gut as you ran. You ran only to feel a gladiator's knife bury itself in your chest, you screamed before the world went black.

You shot up, a sheen of sweat covering you as you let out a final shriek. Your hands felt over your chest, finding no wound or knife protruding from you. You did, however, feel hands holding your arms. You looked up, eyes meeting Feyd’s which looked concerned. You scooted as far back against the headboard as you could to put space between the two of you.

He released you immediately when he realized it was him you were scared of. A pang of hurt chipped at his armored heart. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Nightmare. I’m so sorry to have woken you Na- Baron it won’t -“

“Feyd.” He said, interrupting you. “I’m your husband, call me Feyd.” He asked, a small glimmer of hope in his otherwise black eyes.

“Feyd…” you whispered.

His name sounded sweet on your tongue. He smiled gently, something you had yet to see his stoic face do. You nodded at him, agreeing to use his name. You both watched each other in the dim light of the room. He sat on the edge, arms length away from you.

Bravely you reached for his hand, pulling towards you slightly as you sat up, resting against the headboard with his large hand in your lap. “How do you feel about this? The marriage.” You asked, gesturing between the two of you.

Feyd paused, thinking his answer through. “Neither of us had much choice, I know this. But I wish to serve you adequately as a husband.” His thumb smoothed over your palm.

“And love? Do you ever wish for that?” You asked him. He didn’t answer so you answered yourself, “I do, perhaps we can find things to love in each other.” You said, looking off into the void of darkness in the corner of the room.

“It was my first kiss today, did you know that?” You rambled on.

Feyd watched as you caressed his fingers nervously. You weren’t afraid to be touching him. Or talking to him. “Is that so?” He asked.

You nodded, pink tinging your cheeks in embarrassment.

“How did you feel?” He asked, his voice light, as if he were relaxed.

“I felt… strange. As if my stomach were about to drop and fly away all at the same moment.” You told him honestly. He chuckled slightly, in turn you gave him a smile back. “Was I bad at it?” You asked, face scrunching up at the thought of embarrassing yourself or displeasing the Na-Baron.

“It was lovely,” he started, moving to envelope your cheeks in his large, pale hands.

Your heart was racing, your stomach felt just like it had at the altar, and an unfamiliar heat was pooling between your legs. Your eyes locked with his, absorbing everything he said and did.

“Do you want to do it again?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

You don’t know why, but you nodded. He gently brought your head to his, molding your lips together. Feyd was gentle and sweet, kissed full of passion and restraint. Something overtook you, you kept your lips on him longer. You nipped at his bottom lip, earning a groan from him as one of his hands dropped to your waist. Your hands melted down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingers. You felt how fast his heart was going as well, mimicking yours. Chaste kisses quickly turned into making out, you doing your best to follow Feyd’s lead. As his lips left your mouth, he kissed down your jaw to the crook of your neck. You could feel him sucking marks into your skin. You let out a sigh, never having felt like this before.

When one of Feyd’s hands landed on your thigh your body jerked backwards, trying to get out of his hold. He stopped his movements, eyes finding yours. “Forgive me, I got… carried away.” He sighed, relishing in the feel of how your lips felt on his.

“I liked it.” You said, unable to look at him, “but… can we not do anything else tonight?” You asked sheepishly.

Feyd nodded swiftly, agreeing as soon as the words left your mouth. “As you wish.” He responded.

“Would you stay with me?” You asked as he moved to return to his spot on the couch.

His eyes scanned the bed before he shuffled in next to you. You closed the space between you two, cuddling into his arms. His arms encircled your waist, you pecked the corner of his mouth quickly, “Good night, husband.” You said sweetly.

“Good night wife.” He responded as he rubbed circles into your back while watching you inhale and exhale.

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Naboo’s Note:

Hello! First dune fic! Love it because I love that bald megamind lookin motherfucker. Hope this one is good, if it’s not or has spelling/ grammar errors please know I typed this on my phone half asleep and did not review it at all. Will be writing more for my bald boyfriend, talk soon! Thanks for all the likes and comments! XOXOXOXXOXOXO!!!!!

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #dune part two #feyd fanfiction #feyd imagine #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen #writing #fanfics

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dm3mol-1 · 16 hours

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I'm still here.

#dune movie #dune 2 #dune part two #dune #dune part 2 #dune 2024 #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen

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lady-phasma · 2 days

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18+ MDNI

Unreserved - Feyd x gn!reader

To Serve - Feyd x Fremen!reader (gn!reader)

Diplomatic relations - Feyd x gn!reader

Don't look away - Feyd x fem!reader

Feyd x His Harpies

Playthings - Part 1 - Part 2

Release

Headcanon:

Lovely thots in my inbox ✧︎ Feyd's a service top ✧︎ Westerosi Feyd brain rot ask (very short) ✧︎ Feyd and Lady Margot ask ✧︎ Feyd and Lady Margot ask about psychology-kinda

Teehee ✧︎ Black body fluids

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kasagia · 3 days

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YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT OMG i feel like a child in a candy store !!! Thank u so much for writing it truly makes my day better

My three dear anonymous, thank you very much! 😊😊🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵

I feel like a child in a candy store each time when I read all your comments, reblogs with your thoughts and wonderful compliments and generally when you get so excited about what I write and share this emotions with me. I really don't know how to express my gratitude for this. (Apart from writing the next part as soon as possible. I already have 2k words. I do not know how. 🤣🙈) THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUCH!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵

Yes, unfortunately the Bene Gesserit could not leave the reader alone, but thanks to this… Feyd in chapter V:

I'm sorry… I had to 😅🤣🙈

3. The boy had had enough. So much so that he went and asked a Bene Gesserit witch for truth serum, because he knows damn well that the reader is just as stubborn as he is and she would never admit it—no matter what torture (*cough*sexual*cough) he would put her through. BUT! The question remains: what did he have to give in exchange for this truth serum? And what the Bene Gesserit wants from the reader... 😈😈🤭🤭THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha x y/n #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd supremacy #anon ask #anonymous #thanks anon!

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patrick-zweigs · 2 months

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paul atreides and feyd-rautha harkonnen

dune: part two, dir. denis villenueve // dune, frank hubert // the illustrated dune, illustrations by john schoenherr // kerri maniscalco // the double in gothic fiction, alex heath // kittos epoiesen // dune: part one, dir. denis villenueve // fire & blood, george r.r. martin

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5ummit · 9 days

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We’re Harkonnens. So this is how we’ll survive. By being Harkonnens.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 | feyd-rautha

(gif credits to @pascow)

— summary: an arranged marriage with feyd-rautha in the name of reconciling your houses was something you were not expecting, neither was the soft and light way he seemed to behave towards you and only you. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader —word count: 3k —warnings: arranged marriage, feyd being gentle and calm because the reader is the love of his life (as it was written), probably ooc!feyd (sorry but i just love to see the most savage and feral men fall on their knees for their s/o)

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)

Your arranged marriage to Feyd-Rautha had been the reason for House Atreides and Harkonnen to strengthen their alliance, ensuring that neither would stab each other in the back, which was most expected from the Baron. Your Houses had been wavering on a faint thread that separated you from a war and this marriage arrangement had pacted a reconciliation. It had been your parents' idea and obeying your parents was the most important thing for you, right after protecting your family and indeed that was what you were doing, guarding your family.

Your twin brother did not like the idea, he was not very fond of Feyd-Rautha and his House, moreover, he found him rather... repulsive. For Feyd was a savage, a ruthless and bloodthirsty man.

However, he had to admit that, next to him, you would be basically untouchable, after all, it was like having a guard dog, the most possessive and protective dog, a dog that was ready to kill and ravage for you if necessary.

“He's scary.” Paul's voice echoed inside your head as together you walked along the vast hallways of the Harkonnen palace, at the end of it, Feyd-Rautha stood, engaged in a conversation with your parents, forever as stiff and somber as he had been since you had first met him.

“Just look at him, you'll have to wake up next to him for the rest of your life.” Your brother insisted, throwing you a knowing and concerned look. “We can fix this without you having to marry that man, sister. There must be something—”

“Enough.” you interrupted him, finally dragging your eyes from your betrothed to your anxious brother pacing beside you, you made an effort to offer him a reassuring, soft smile, grateful that he was always so caring and concerned about you and your well-being. “There's nothing else we can do. You know about my visions and what they foresee. Our House will not endure if I do not accept this offer.”

“We will do whatever it takes to survive for now.” You added, holding Paul's gaze, noting the sadness and pity behind his dark eyes, and like the good sister you were, you sighed softly, leaning closer to him to bring him some kind of reassurance. “Our turn will come to make our move and win, brother.”

“Whatever it takes.” He echoed, nodding his head, fingers brushing your clasped hand around his forearm, as you were accustomed to do when you walked side by side.

“The marriage will take place two weeks from now.” The Duke's voice gave out the news once you were all inside the assembly room, with the Baron at the head of the table, of course, looking uncharacteristically approving and pleased to hear the announcement.

The massive man showed his approval with a hint of a phantom, twisted smile, plump fingers taping the edge of the black table in front of him. “We will have the princess as a guest in our home for a week and then the na-Baron will visit her home for the last week, prior to her coming to live here.”

He planned the whole thing and there was absolutely no one in the room who had the idiotic courage to be against his command, so, it was settled.

Once you said goodbye to your family and gave a tight and emotional hug to your brother, you were left alone in the dark and gigantic planet of the Harkonnen family, feeling like an outsider, like a small prey surrounded by bloodthirsty predators. Although, the place possessed an indescribable and incomparable beauty, the sun was black, and the light that irradiated was whitish, giving it a beautiful contrast with all the black buildings rising majestically. But the place was rather... depressing, quiet and somewhat eerie, it was nothing like your home.

You soon felt out of place, and everyone who looked at you could see it too. It was as if you had some kind of golden aura, glowing among all the darkness and gloom of the place.

Feyd-Rautha watched you attentively, analyzing every expression and emotion you let be shown across your face, catching the look your eyes possessed, that special little gleam that flashed in your orbs as you admired Giedi Prime as if it were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life, his home.

“Do you like it here, my lady?” His husky, raspy voice managed to snap you out of your trance, and your heart skipped a beat once you trailed your gaze from the horizon beneath the balcony to him, meeting his deep, dark gaze. He always seemed to look at you with those eyes, captivated, as if you were some form of strange spectacle.

And indeed you were, you stood in perfect contrast to the planet, your eyes were bright, lively, your aura was vivacious and hopeful. And because of that, he liked to look at you, study your face, your body language, every little reaction you had in response to something. You were fascinating.

Whenever you entered any room, his deep blue eyes were pulled to you like a magnet, drawn to orbit around you like his planet circling the dark sun.

Feyd noticed out of the corner of his eye how your hands clasped lightly around the balcony fence in front of you, skin contrasting against the blackness of the material.

You nodded your head very slowly, twisting your body just enough to be able to look him directly in the face, big eyes looking up at him, not with fear, but with expectation. “I do.”

Even your voice was the opposite of his, keeping that soft and delicate tone, as elegant as you.

He seemed satisfied with your positive response, and so, he dared to lean against the balcony fence right next to you, but careful not to cause you to feel too uncomfortable or intruded upon. His eyes never left you for a second and he was quite pleased that you were bold enough to hold his powerful and intimidating gaze.

“Good, it will soon become your home too.” Feyd answered you, in a tone that oscillated between amusement and fascination, you didn't quite know how to decipher the expression on his face either, naturally.

He was very complicated to read, even if you tried extra hard, the many tutoring and lessons with Lady Jessica didn't seem to do much use, with him. Perhaps because he made you feel unnerved, he made your soul tremble like no one could, stepping beyond your walls and standing where none of your senses seemed to work. Where the eye could not see.

“Are you mocking me?” Still, you had the courage to ask him that bold question, one eyebrow rising on your forehead and your head twisting slightly, defiant face and all.

Your bravery made him laugh slightly this time, a noise that was heard almost unnaturally, with a small crooked smile on his lips that looked all too unusual and strange on him. For not even his strongest and most powerful enemies had had the courage to stand in front of him and challenge him like you were doing right now. You were a fierce girl. And he liked that.

“I wouldn't be likely to mock you, my lady.” Feyd-Rautha replied calmly, his tone of voice the exact same, as if you were a spectacle. Your eyes lowered to his hand, which snaked slowly to the edge of the balcony fence, fingers stroking the smooth surface. “I'm just stating the obvious. You'll be living here with me soon. It will be our home and you will reign with me when it's my turn.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at his response, not yet quite convinced that he would behave so calm and composed with you, when not more than two days ago you had seen him slicing men to pieces in the arena. “You are not bothered by me invading your space?”

You asked that question because you knew how... eccentric men usually behaved, you could see it in basically every man with any power you had ever met, in the so many meetings with the Duke back home. You could see how they treated their wives, how they looked at them and how they talked to them, as if they were dealing with a servant. You feared this marriage was like that too.

Even your parents' marriage was broken, since Duke Leto kept close to his heart another woman who was not Lady Jessica, he did not love her as he loved that unknown woman. You had grown up seeing an empty and cold marriage, merely to fulfill a duty.

You understood that your marriage would also have that basis, and therefore, you knew that duty was the death of love. But for some silly, innocent reason, you wanted to think there might be love here. As the naive, young girl that you were.

Feyd-Rautha shrugged, not taking much interest in the matter of the question, “You'll be my wife, my space is your space.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw that his answer pleased you. You could begin to understand that to him the whole arranged marriage thing wasn't as important as it was to you, or maybe it was, but it didn't seem to bother him or disagree.

“Does this marriage bother you?” It was his turn to ask, staring down at you, noticing how beautifully your skin reflected the pale natural light of the black sun. He could see how frustrated you were now, to be there, with him. “Does it bother you to be my wife?”

You sighed heavily, peeling your eyes from Feyd-Rautha and returning them to the beauty of the landscape below, pondering the questions. His dark eyes followed your every movement as your body turned forward again, hands gripping the balcony fence as if your life depended on it.

“Do you care much for my opinion of you?” You decided to answer him with another question and that seemed to annoy him for his frown deepened and his fingers halted on the fence, devoting himself to glaring at you with his azure eyes, mirroring the pallid light of the gloomy sun.

“Woman, I will marry you and live by your side for the rest of my life, of course your opinion is important.” He took a couple of steps closer to you as he spoke, hand closer and closer to yours, managing to make you even more nervous. “Don't speak nonsense, it doesn't suit you. You're a smart girl.”

Seeing the expression on your face, he leaned even closer and out of the corner of your eye you watched as his hand rose to your face, resting on your chin and turning it ever so gently for you to look at him, but your eyes lowered, fleeing from his.

It seemed astonishing to him that you didn't even flinch away when you sensed the approach of his hand to your face, as if it wasn't the same hand that had slaughtered so many and slit so many necks by the same motion.

“Don't take your eyes off me.” He demanded in a low, raspy tone of voice, you could feel his breath brush against your face. “Look at me.”

When he whispered your name in that delicate, nearly pleading tone, you finally summoned the courage to look at him, allowing him to cradle your chin between his fingers and allowing him to be so close to you that you felt suffocated by the warmth of his body against yours.

“You fear me?”

He asked in that tone of voice, whispering, silently asking you to have mercy on him, not to fear him as everyone usually feared him, not to see him as the monster everyone saw, but as your husband, your protector and your lover.

He saw how your eyes watered slightly as fear peered into your usual stoic, cold face, and Feyd-Rautha was used to beholding that face, was used to fear, because it was always the last look of his enemies.

“I'm afraid. Of leaving home, of living on an unknown planet, of marrying someone I don't know.” Then you shook your head softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. “But I am not afraid of you, Feyd-Rautha.”

“You're very bold... and emotional.” He whispered in a disapproving but gentle voice, fingers tracing barely a caress along your lower lip before he reached up and dried the couple of tears that had managed to escape from your pretty eyes. At the closeness, you could begin to see through the mask he always carried, hiding his emotions. “You can't let yourself look like this in front of your enemies, it will make you appear weak.”

“I can't let myself look like this in front of my future husband?” his dark eyes lowered to your lips as you modulated the question, pupils dilating slightly. You swallowed as you saw desire and lust darken his orbs even more when you referred to him as your husband. You sniffed, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your outburst of emotions. “I'm s—sorry. You shouldn't see me like this, my lord.”

“Don't apologize.” He again reprimanded you in that passive-aggressive tone of his, like a hiss of a snake, shaking his head a little. Even after he wiped away your little tears, his hands remained in the same place, cupping your face, each of his thumbs resting on your flushed cheekbones.His fingertips were surprisingly gentle against your skin, sending shivers all over your body beneath their path. “You can be like this only with me, you understand? You can trust me, I want you to trust me.” His fingers took a lock of your hair and pulled it away from your face, running it carefully behind your ear. “But I really don't like to see you cry, my wife-to-be.”

After barely a second of silence with his azure eyes again flicking down to your parted lips, he spoke again, muttering, his raspy voice indicating that perhaps it hurt his throat to talk like that. “Pretty girls like you should cry out of pleasure only.”

He studied your face once more, not missing the way you blushed at his open flirtation and suggestive words, how you bit your lower lip, pupils expanding in thick blackness. You weren't used to so much attention, let alone men saying those kinds of words to you, it was evident. You were so innocent that it provoked a rare feeling of tenderness in Feyd-Rautha.

Perhaps it would be the closest thing to an act of consolation you would get from him and it was likely the only time in his life he had ever done that.

Promptly, you managed to make him smile again. “You Atreides are so strange and delicate... but then again, you will soon be Harkonnen, the prettiest na-Baroness, my pretty little wife.”

From his voice, his careful choice of words and the way he was looking at you, you expected him to kiss you right there —perhaps that was what you wanted, amidst all the tumult of emotions that shook your little heart, beating in rumbling noises inside your chest, pumping fiery blood through your veins.

But after a few seconds, he pulled his hands away from your face and backed away from you, taking a few steps back and offering you a look that you managed to perceive as soft rather than harsh. You knew that he was controlling himself well in maintaining a good demeanor, perhaps because his uncle had ordered him to do so; to do his best to make a good impression and not bring shame to the family. And also because he wanted you to have a good image of him, he was a prideful man, he was used to boast of his virtues and his power, and he was above all, protective of his own person and his glory.

He made a short gesture with his head pointing to the open balcony door, his hands clasping together behind his back pragmatically, as if he were presenting himself in front of a superior. “Now come, pretty girl, I'll show you the palace myself. You're future home.”

You walked towards him, a little smile curving your lips, the first smile on your face during the entire conversation, and he admired it in all it's glory.

“You don't have to be all stiff when you're with me, Feyd.” You eyed his posture with light eyes as you passed him and made your way inside the guest room with graceful steps, him following close behind.

He wasn't very fond of being addressed by name directly, of having his name used so freely, but the way you pronounced his name made him so utterly proud to be called that, he suddenly was wishing you would just call him that, in that tone of voice, tongue savoring his name as if it were the most delightful thing to say.

You turned to look at him for a few seconds, your tone of voice becoming reassuring, something he wasn't quite used to, yet he heard and savored it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world.

“If you can see me cry, then I can see you relaxed. It is only fair, no?”

Feyd-Rautha received your words positively, causing him to deepen his breathing into a snorting chuckle, eyes sparkling with amusement now behind your back.

“I'll try for you.” His response made you smile once more.

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