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ok so a clegan opinion of mine is that they have a lot of the same freak codependency thoughts but the key differentiator is their reactions… say they’re both separately like “i wish we were conjoined.” now john would be kicking his feet and giggling over the idea of them sharing organ functions. whereas gale is like AUGH and shoves the thought into a tiny drawer of his mind where the combined small space and heat of horniness warp it into another, even weirder idea like some kind of fucked up shrinky dink. so when he goes to look again it’s now “i wish i could die in his arms while he cries over me and then become a ghost and not reveal myself to him but instead creepily possess his body to jerk him off.” gale’s next problem is that john would find that super romantic

my most extreme weirdest kink is being wanted. my tamest kink is knife play

but your honour thats my emotional support word i overuse

I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

💫 Throwback - Austin and Key Huy Quan photographed together ❤️

stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction

Sometimes I just wish I could-

Shattered Chapter 11

Pairing: Feyd Harkonnen and Rautha Harkonnen x Y/N

Summary: You are set to marry not one, but two twisted Harkonnen in a bid to help your family rise. Masterlist: here

Tags: Minors DNI 18+, SMUT, there is lots of plot, p in v, head m and F rec, drool (in a mood with it lately, sorry) breath play, fingering, shibari/Kinbaku (with a VERY limited understanding please be gentle), HARD dom twins this round, forced orgasm, also violence/ injury 11,900 words (YIKES)

On the eve of your family's meeting with the Harkonenn you received an invitation to the palace early. Not an official message passed between proper lines. Simply a distran arriving in the form of a black crow like bird. When you greeted it curiously, it spoke.

 "Hello, how did you get in my room little one?"

 You found it perched on one of the four large posts holding up your bed. Large black wings reflecting the sunlight in green and purple hues as its eyes tracked you. Carefully you approached, your voice soft and sweet trying not to frighten the bird. When you noticed a large window cracked open next to your writing desk. The clever creature had used it's beak to open the latch and let itself in.

 "Where did you come from?"

 As soon as you spoke again the bird replied. It's voice was odd. Croaked out in a mechanical vibration. 

 "Come to Giedi tonight. Bring what you need for tomorrow."

 It repeated itself three times before flying back out the window and vanishing into the distance. Somewhere near you knew there was a ship waiting to take the messenger home, expecting you to follow soon after. You understood immediately what the invitation meant. There were more important truces to be made before the three of you faced your families as a unit for the first time. Or at least you hoped the plan was to be a unit. And not one long night of you defending your parents from their Uncle and his wrath.

  You did as requested. Heading to their home with a chain of clothes and the gown you intended to win into the dinner the next night, assuming it wouldn't be safe to wear it all day if you waited for the time to come.

 Upon arriving, you could see one of them waiting for you under a small alcove on the landing strip. The sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

It was unfamiliar but you tried to welcome it. Inviting whatever the excited but nervous feeling was to take root instead of chasing it all the way you had taught yourself too in the past. 

 A crack of lightning lit up the air in a blue white haze cut through the pouring rain, you realized it was Rautha. The corners of your mouth turned upward in an admittedly relieved smile as you walked closer. Returning your smile with one of his own, you could tell that he was still trying to practice kindness in his eyes. 

 There was a whole new set of behaviors they were trying to integrate into their reactions. Encouraging smiles, empathetically furrowing brows, trying to put a genuine look on their face when it was your turn to speak and their turn to listen. All of it completely unfamiliar to them in their spoiled lives. But since your night of honesty they were trying. 

 "Hello little Bunny."

 It was evident by the look in his eye that he was feeling playful tonight. The use of your very first pet name making you sure that you were not just in for a night of simple touches and hard negotiation. With a hand on either one of your hips he pulled you closer. Leaning down until you were sharing breath.

 "Hello Rau."

 You reached up brushing your knuckles over his cheek as he closed his eyes. Watching him chase the feeling of your skin against his as you pulled your hand away until he opened his blue eyes into yours, blinking slowly.

 "It's good you came. Feyd sent the bird. He's right, you need to be prepared for tomorrow."

 His choice of words made you uneasy. And you backed up a bit, narrowing your eyes as you looked at him. Quickly he picked up on your discomfort and shook his head. Trying again for a comforting smile.

 "No one is going to make you kill anyone... or eat anyone Bunny."

  This time it was you who offered a smile. Letting him lace his fingers through yours in one hand and pull you in the direction of the doors that would lead to the inner workings of the palace.

  For once, there seemed to be no reason to rush and he let you examine your surroundings. Paying more attention to the details and the paintings and the sculptures you had rushed past your last time in your future home. Offering simple explanations from time to time when you stood particularly perplexed in front of a piece.

 When you made it back to the part of the palace where their personal room and yours were waiting you assumed you'd be taken to the suite you'd been shown before. Instead he kept walking. Pointing towards Feyd's door when the servant asked where your things should go.

 "He has set up a... bonding experience. For later."

 Your entire body shivered when you went over the ideas in your mind. Rapid fire images of what it could mean. It seemed better  to move forward with the night accepting things as they went. Dealing with whatever hazards would come whenever they did.

 Eventually you entered the small training gym where Feyd had made you a killer. The memory came rushing back and you stopped in place, staring down at the strangely decorated mat below. There was a table that looked like it had some sort of assorted beverages. Several cups laid out in a row.

 A small standing table with four envelopes all sealed shut. Each one seeming more ominous than the last, despite having no particular distinguishing marks. At last there was a table with three boxes. Each a different shape but none larger than 10 inches or so. 

 Rautha he kept his hand on your back and led you down the small flight of stairs. When you reached the bottom steps, the other brother stepped out of the darkness. Feyd was still wearing his full armor obviously just in from the field. He walked forward like a tiger, watching you carefully with every step.

 Once he was in front of you he grinned. But it didn't feel as much like he was trying to look sweet as Rautha. Feyd was comfortable with what he was, and he would get you comfortable with it as well. However long it took.

 "Hello Rabbit."

  Black teeth glistened in the white overlight of the gym as he spoke. He pulled you close by your hips, arms wrapping around you until you were pressed against the leather plates of his chest armor. You could already feel your breathing growing heavy at his proximity. 

 The predominant change caused by Rautha's night of careful coaching was that now your body no longer responded to Feyd's in fear. Unfortunately, the side effect of that was that it now mostly responded with an unending need. It was easy to assume the two of you now suffered the same fate however because you could see his pupils blow wide as he moved closer.

 "Hello Feyd. Your bird was interesting."

 Feyd's head shifted to the other side as he looked down at you. Both his shoulders lifted only an inch or so as he responded in a non committal tone.

 "You like pretty things. I thought it may make the message less, intimidating."

 With one hand you reached up gently until you were touching his face. Not petting his cheek, like you had the other twin, rather running your fingertips along the ridge of his brow and down the the harsh line of his jaw as his eyes watched you cautiously. 

 You smiled softly and pulled at his bottom lip with your thumb. In return his entire body shuttered gently in place before he let out a low growl and leaned in capturing your lips with his. Feyd kissed you until you couldn't breathe. Then finally he set you down and backed away gesturing to the strange setup.

 "Tomorrow is a dangerous test of your readiness, Rabbit."

 Shifting in place, you wrapped an arm around your waist feeling uncomfortable. The other hand drumming its fingertips against your thigh. Rautha moved up behind you and grabbed your wrist. Holding it in place. Then he wrapped his arm around your body. Grabbing your other wrist and placing it next to you as well brushing his thumb over the inside of your arm, as he leaned down to whisper.

 "Confidence Bunny. Even if it's only just pretend at first. Everyone will be watching you now. Once you're ours. And they have to believe that you belong in Harkonnen court."

 You turned your face to look up to him. He didn't look annoyed or impatient. The look on his face said heI was anxious for you to succeed. You looked to Feyd next and he seemed similarly determined as he watched you.

  "My role as my father's daughter has mostly been that of a distraction I know. I was taught how to be a lady, but it doesn't mean I was expected to act like that when I wasn't performing."

  A twinkle caught your eye from across the room and you turned your attention to the table covered in goblets. Walking over and standing in front of it as you peered into the dark red liquid in each cup.

 "If I've survived everything the two of you have done, then I think I'll learn to survive this."

  Your body was stopped in the process of turning around by the feeling of Feyd's arms catching you in place. With one arm around your waist the other moving up your body until it cupped your chin making you look at him from behind.

 "You will survive it Rabbit. We will make sure you do. And the first part of that is showing me,"

 With a glance over his own shoulder, back at his brother, who was watching the two of you with a hawks sharp eyes. It occurred to you that while Feyd saw himself as the keeper of the two of you. Seeing it as his sacred duty to keep you both alive. Rautha had decided that his place between the three of you was just that. Between you and any real damage Feyd could inflict, be it through physical or mental harm.  

 "what you do know."

 Feyd's thumb brushed over your neck, tracing the line of your jugular.

 "Show me what a clever Rabbit you are."

 Goosebumps grew rapidly over your flesh as he leaned in and whispered against your ear. The soft skin of his lips brushing against the crown.

 "The better you do, the better your evening will go later. Give me something to reward you for Kitten."

 He pressed a kiss to your temple and then stepped back. Both of them crossed their arms and stood a couple feet apart watching you closely. Rautha nodded towards the cups on the table. You looked at them and then back at the men but they gave you no explanation, only stood waiting.

 Approaching the table carefully, you looked over each glass. Nothing about the different goblets was obviously unusual. You picked up the first one and smelled a deep red wine. It had a sort of leathery quality to the smell and you thought it would be very rich.

 The next one was similar, but there was something about it that was not quite right, almost spoiled. When you picked up the third and smelled it, everything seemed fine. Until you swirled the glass and there was a type of glossy film over the top. The fourth and fifth seemed completely normal as far as you could tell.

 But when you lifted the sixth there was a white powdery substance on the table next to it. Immediately you picked up on what the game was when the second glass held the unusual smell. You took several of the glasses on the table, the second, third and sixth. Turning to the waiting twins.

 "These are tainted."

 Speaking with confidence you lifted the first glass here lips as if to drink and Rautha shot forward grabbing it. He set it back down on the table and looked at.You still seeming proud.

 "Almost all of them, Bunny. But never drink red wine someone else has given you unless it comes from one of us directly or from a servant you saw taste it first. You can hide many poisons in it's strong smell."

 Your eyes went wide and you blushed, embarrassed. Uncurling one finger and pointing at the glass on the table, as you nodded in the affirmative.

 "No red wine."

 Feyd spoke up from where he was standing. Moving closer and gesturing to the table with the four envelopes.

 "Good Rabbit. Very good. Now come."

 The white envelopes seem to radiate treachery. As you picked up the first one, running your fingers over the seams. You pinched at the corners, but couldn't find any trace of powder or something similar. In this case, the test seemed to be whatever was inside the envelopes themselves.

  All color rained from your face however, when you read the first piece of paper.

 "Within Berkstien Manor there is a total of..."

 Underneath was a near full account of every item you could remember going missing from your family's properties the last ten years. One of the very last items on the list, before some odds and ends that had gone missing after your uncle's will had been read out, was the Harkonnen text that had started all this chaos.

 With a deep breath you set it down and lifted the next envelope opening it.

 "Richard y/n hired several men with money supplied by Albert y/n in exchange for the theft of..."

 That piece of paper was the entire account that had been shared with them by Lady Fenring. Including some more thoroughly flushed out details that you hadn't seen before. Opening the third you read another message.

 "Albert Y/N was only partially aware of what the money was being spent on. His brother approached him, asking for help with a once in a lifetime gimmick that would keep them from having to hoard away anymore of their family's precious commodities. Richard tricked Albert by claiming what was being taken from the Rebel base didn't tie in at all with the stolen Harkonnen loot. But rather that it was a distraction to make the actual intended theft easier."

 This, as you understood, it had been the claim your father made right before the twins had slipped the throat of half of his high counsel. You were still completely unsure whether or not you believed it. But you put the paper down and opened the last.

 "Piter De Vries secretly passed along the knowledge of the Harkonnen Encyclopedia of Ancestry to Richard Y/N and it was with that knowledge that he made the plan to retrieve it for his own family's benefit."

  After reading the last, you sat down on a small chair next to the table. Your eyes traveled up to look at your men but yet again neither offered a clue. Re-reading each one again and again. You finally set them down.

 "It's not true."

 It was almost impossible to hear you, you spoke so softly. Each twin coming closer and kneeling down in front of you, but not saying anything. Feyd looked almost like he wanted to rush you on.

 "My father knew. He wasn't an idiot. Piter... I've seen him at my father's private office. I assumed, just like they thought I would, that he was there on some official business. We don't speak enough for me to know otherwise, I guess."

 Your voice got quiet towards the end and Rautha reached out. Tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

 "We have all miscalculated how we moved when building something together. But now, things will be better."

  A dark fear rose in your chest, and you brought your eyes to the other brother. Studying him carefully after understanding that your father was still trying to lie to them.

 "I won't kill him, Rabbit. But he will be punished tomorrow. And you must be on our side when we do. You're not his daughter anymore Kitten. You're our wife."

 It didn't matter that there had been no wedding. You were theirs now and there was no changing it. The same way that they were yours, whether you decided you wanted them or not. 

 "I understand Feyd."

 With a gentle nod you stood from the chair and both of them followed you to the final table. Wanting it to be over, you rushed and opened each box and then stared down at the contents with surprised eyes.

 The first box held two rings, similar to the claw type objects that had graced the weapons table when you first came here. Designed to sit high on your third knuckle with a point at either end. Small weapons for your fingers. In the second was a chain that clasped together at the ends by two hooks. When you reached out and pressed your thumb against them you realized they were sharp.

 The third was a necklace. A cord made of linked together, white gold, half an inch thick and small enough that it would sit snug against the base of your neck. Dangling from the center was a charm. A black R with a sliver F inlaid over the top of it. Both of their initials are once. 

 A new collar. Though admittedly, one that held much more appeal. You turned to face the two brothers pointing at the boxes.

 "Am I meant to pick one?"

 This seemed like an odd test. Feyd grinned wide and walked forward.

 "Do you want them all Rabbit?"

 You looked back at the items and then up at him.

 "Two of them are for safety aren't they?"

 Rautha came up beside you and lifted the necklace holding it in his palm as he ran one of his fingers over the charm.

 "All three are weapons Bunny."

 He turned over the charm and on the back you could see a button. Tiny and made of the same black color as the rest of the necklace.

 "You'll have to push it hard when you mean it. And then throw it with everything you have."

 Rautha lifted one of your hands with his and then set the necklace in your palm, allowing you to look at it closer.

 "It's a bomb?"

 Feyd laughed softly, sounding shocked that your first guest was so violent. But Rautha kept smiling at you. Seemly grateful you were asking about their gifts at all.

 "No, it holds a concentrated dose of nerve gas. The intention is to throw it and run by the distraction it causes. Anyone hit by the gas will be paralyzed. Even if you end up the same, it gives us time to find you before anything can happen."

 Looking back and forth between the two brothers, You set the necklace back in its box and picked up the other items, giving each one a moment to roll over in your hand.

 "Thank you. I, didn't expect something like this."

 Feyd came up behind you and picked up the necklace. He brought it up to your neck, leaning in pressing the tip of his nose into your short hair as he clasped it behind your neck.

 "This was meant for your birthday. But, plans changed."

 With two fingers delicately touching the charm on the front of your neck. Considering how it felt to suddenly be just as armed as they were.

 "I think it's probably better now."

 There was honesty in your voice as you turned around to face Feyd. Letting out a heavy inhale as you shrugged.

 "I probably wouldn't have accepted it very willingly before."

 Rautha approached from behind as Feyd made a small sound in agreement before looking over at his brother. The two of them had a silent conversation with their eyes before Feyd spoke to you.

 "Have you eaten Rabbit?"

 It was late enough in the day before you had received their summons that you'd had dinner on the trip over. Suddenly you were concerned that it was an error.

 "Yes. I ate on the ship."

 They both made a happy sound in response. Rautha wrapping an arm around your waist and turning you to walk you back towards the direction of their bedrooms.

 "Good then. Not too full?"

 The nature of whatever was waiting for you on the other side of his brother's door was starting to sit heavy in your stomach. As you shook your head. Furrowing your brows together, turning over your shoulder to look at Feyd.

 "No. It was a light meal."

 Feyd grinned and came up from behind until he could take your upper arm in one hand and pull you forward faster.

 "Good then. You won't be too uncomfortable."

 There was a long silence as you rolled those words around in your head. You immediately wanted to shoot down whatever they thought was happening. To kick then complain and tell them that tomorrow was too important for one of their games tonight.

 But you were learning that they used sex to do more than dominate. Every physical act between them and yourself had also been a discussion. You just hadn't been listening. Now you knew better however. Whatever was waiting on the other side of that door was going to teach you something. And they found it dire for you learn it before tomorrow.

 Once you had nearly made it back to his room, you turned taking a deep breath as you spoke to Feyd. Rubbing your fingers around each other in front of your body as you tried to sound confident.

 "Why would I be uncomfortable with a full stomach?"

 His eyes lit up and you saw that familiar frightening grin. He slowed down and placed a hand on the center of your back above his brother's arm, who had never let go as he kept pace.

 "You will be… clenching your core muscles. I didn't want you to feel tired too quickly."

 There was no time to answer him before he pushed his bedroom door open and your eyes immediately scanned the room, trying to prepare for what was coming. 

 The first thing that you noticed was the bed had changed. In place of what you had seen last time was a large black bed flat against the floor on a sturdy flat frame. The mattress on top had several pillows on a blanket folded in one corner. 

 Hanging from the ceiling so that it was suspended over the center of the bed was a thick black rope with a large hoop at the end. Your mouth went dry when you noticed the small piles of rope sitting on the bed as well. It seemed almost impossible to put one foot in front of the other, and you froze in the middle of the room.

 Feyd turned back and watched you closely. Rautha stopped with you waiting to see what you would do.

 "Are… is all that for me?"

 Two sets of black teeth met your eyes in response. Feyd started tugging you toward the bed again. Rautha helping with a push of his hand on your back.

 "Yes, Kitten. Last time you learned to trust us when we were restrained."

 He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her close between his legs. Bringing both hands up and brushing the hair off of her forehead before running his hands down the side of her face and cupping her neck with each. Stacking his thumbs on top of each other over the center of her throat. 

 Feyd didn't squeeze. He only held her eyes as he spoke softly but in a stern tone.

 "This time. You'll learn to trust us when you have no choice."

 Immediately your mind raced with thoughts of every reason you had not to do this. You could feel yourself going stiff, wanting to pull out of their hands. But Rautha came up closer behind you. Pressing his lips against your temple as he spoke.

 "Don't run, Bunny. We're still hunters after all."

 You could feel yourself shaking as Rautha ran his hands down your arms until he held your hands in his. Lifting each above your head as Feyd followed with your dress. Both of them moved in closer. 

 Lips and hands moved across your skin so quickly you couldn't have known who was who if they weren't individually concentrated on certain parts of your body. Feyd kissing your stomach and navel. Biting roughly at the skin over your hips and sides. Rautha was sucking and biting your neck. His hands pawing harshly at your breasts. Pinching and tugging at the nipples.

 Feyd stopped kissing you. His mouth pressed open against the skin of your lower abdomen, as he took several deep breaths. You had one hand resting on his shoulder and you could feel the way he was shaking as he tried to control himself. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of his hands. Moving slowly over the mattress towards one of the piles of rope.

 "Be still Kitten."

 He took it in hand and pulled it closer, still moving slowly. He lifted one hand and rested it against your hip pulling you against his body. Lips closing over your skin as he kissed you again a few times. It shocked you when he handed the rope to Rautha. Grabbing your other hip and holding it tight.

 Rautha draped the rope over one shoulder before he grabbed your arms again. Using just his fingertips dancing along the edge of your arms to apply pressure and guide them behind your back. Each breath felt like a fight as you started to think the panic might overwhelm you.

 "Shhhhhh."

 Feyd's voice from his spot on the bed brought you back to now. You looked down and felt your inner walls clench when you saw the heat in his eyes as he looked back. Lower jaw moving back and forth as you try to figure out something to say. But he just shook his head.

 "Nothing to do now but submit, Treasure."

 Rautha whispered against the side of your neck as he started to move the rope around your wrists and up your forearms. Linking them, one on top of the other behind your back. Snug and incapable of moving far.

 With that done, he started wrapping it around your body. Moving around the front under your breasts then making an intricate harness as he weaved the rope in and around itself. Eventually separating and securing each of your breasts, round and plump in the center of your chest with the rope.

 When he was done, he stepped back with a smile on his face. Looking proud. Wrapping one hand under your chin to force you to look up at him.

 "Just as pretty as I dreamt you'd be."

 You tried to smile for him but it looked almost pathetic. He rewarded you with a small chuckle and a peck on the lips anyways. Holding your chin with his thumb as he kept his face close to yours. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it.

 "I promise Treasure, you'll have fun if you let yourself."

 Everything inside of you hoped he was telling you the truth. But there wasn't long to linger on it because you felt the other brothers stir in front of you. Arms wrapping around your waist to pull you forward. Helping you to brace yourself as he laid you on your back on the bed. The feeling of your arms trapped underneath you, unusual and difficult to process at first.

 They both stood up and you turned your neck as best as you could to watch them as they stood at the end of the bed and peeled off their layers. They didn't bother leaving anything on as they both made their way towards you again. Statue-like bodies lit by the dim overhead chandelier in Feyd's room.

 Feyd sat on the end of the bed near your legs. Running his fingers along your inner thighs, and down your calves, until he reached your feet. You were doing your best to watch him when Rautha climbed on the bed.

 "No, no."

 He ran his fingers through your short hair and tucked your head back until you were looking at him. Running one hand up under your neck, as he pet you almost like a cat.

 "I'm going to keep your mind busy while Feyd works. His knots will take longer."

 Feyd let out another approving grunt. Rautha allowed you to look down at him for another minute, Feyd meeting your gaze with a dark wink. Then your head was tilted back again. From that angle you could see that Rautha was on his knees now. Holding himself in hand, stroking his thick member while he pressed his thumb between your lips.

 His intentions were clear, and you did your best to let your jaw go slack, allowing him to shove his thumb past your comfort zone until you felt it brush over the back of your throat and you gagged. He made a mildly concerned sound and spoke up as he pulled his thumb from your mouth.

 "Don't forget to breathe Bunny. Your throat isn't very well trained yet."

 In the process of giving you his warning, he moved your head and shoulders. Brushing his red tip against your lips until you opened. It felt bizarre as he pushed forward. Still holding your head in place with his hand under your jaw. Thumb on one corner and middle finger, on the other.

 Your world went mostly dark as he moved forward and his heavy sack pressed against the bridge of your nose covering your eyes. Doing your best to breathe through your nose every time he pulled back before moving forward again.

 "Good Treasure."

 The sound of him groaning caused your inner walls to clench. And you heard the brother at your hips make another small sound of approval. Before he dipped one finger between your legs and ran it between your slit. You groaned around Rautha's thrusts as Feyd's fingertips brushed over your clit a few times before he stopped.

 "You like when he uses you Kitten. That's good. You're going to have a better night than I thought."

 Somewhere in the back of your head, you told yourself to make a noise of protest. But the thought disappeared when you felt one of your legs being bent at the knee. The heel of your foot pressing to your ankle.

 Rautha's cock gliding over your tongue and cutting off your air supply made it hard to pay attention to exactly how the ropes were moving. They were looped a couple inches above your ankle, then a couple inches above that and then just under your knee. Attached to the thigh above them by soft thick fiber. Making it impossible to stretch them out. 

 "Turn her."

 Rautha pulled out long enough to do what he was told. Laying back before turning you over and pulling you forward so that you were resting above his lap. Then he sat up and used an arm to support you. While he used the other to hold your head thrusting up past your lips when he had you where he wanted.

 "Just like that Kitten."

 Feyd was nearly purring between your legs. You had been anticipating the feeling of more ropes and tugging, so when you were greeted instead by his tongue moving over your slit from behind you gasped as much as possible around Rautha. Both of them groaned in response. 

 Feyd ate you like he'd been starved. Rautha paused his assault on your mouth to set your face against his thigh and watch your reactions to his brother's work. Holding your throat as he did to squeeze down and occasionally cut off your air that way.

 Within seconds, your entire body was shaking from the feeling of Feyd's tongue pushing past your entrance. One thumb circling your clit as he worked you through the unexpected climax. When you had settled and stopped twitching at his touch, he pulled back only far enough to bite down roughly on your skin. Just on top of where the rope would graze later. Leaving a dark red mark.

 This time you did make a noise of complaint. But all it got you was both of them cooing at you as if you were some adorable, small animal caught in a trap.

 "Don't be a brat Kitten. You're being treated very well."

 If you thought you would get away with rolling your eyes, you were sorely mistaken when you caught sight of Rautha watching you with an arched brow. He tsk'd at you with a disapproving gaze as he shook his head.

 "Mmmmm, you're playing dangerously tonight Bunny."

 They made eye contact and both of them got on their knees. Rautha still in front of you, laying your face against the bed. Feyd behind, his thighs straddling one of your tied up legs. You could hear the sound of rope moving again.

And there was more rope being put over your thighs higher than the last. then he weaved it through the other before wrapping it underneath the knot he started with. The rope seemed impossibly long as he fed it back through the other way before making another loop around your body making knots and tying shapes you couldn't follow. Creating another harness shape before doing the same thing down your next leg. 

 When it was all said and done, you had no real idea how any of it worked or what made the string flow together the right way. But Rautha took a shorter bundle of rope and wrapped it in a similar way into the network of rope on your back. Then either brother handed their rope to the other.

 And your eyes went wide with horror when they tugged and you felt your body bend toward the center. Back caving toward the bed. Your mind was starting to tell itself to panic when Feyd let some rope loose and your shoulders fell forward. Allowing you to relax more.

 The demonstration had a point, and you looked at either one as they watched you. You were trembling but there was nothing you could do to stop it. If they changed their minds now and decided to go back to being monsters you were completely at their mercy.

 Moving slowly, both brothers brought their rope up and wrapped it around the hoop hanging from the ceiling. Rautha supported your head with one hand and pulled with the other. Feyd wrenched the rope. Thick arms bulging as the two of them lifted you in the air.

 When you were where they wanted, they wrapped the rope around small hooks on the sides of the bed that you hadn't noticed before. You dangled there in the air hovering at eye level now. Looking at both of them, as you made a small circle. It was easy to imagine that this was what a turkey felt like before you cooked it for a meal.

 Both of them look at you like they were trying to remind themselves they weren't allowed to frighten you. Feyd was beside you in a moment, stopping your rotation. And your eyes tracked his brother as he moved to a new spot behind.

 Without another word they both moved. Feyd standing and Rautha moving in closer on his knees between your legs. You felt two fingers push past your entrance at the same time that the sick pink head of Feyd's cock pressed past your lips. A moan escaping from somewhere in the pit of your gut.

 The sound of your body's wet noises and the ropes creaking were the predominant melody in the air. But the undercurrent of your soft moaning around Feyd's cock and their returned input of approving grunts was slowly overtaking it.

 Feyd was thrusting so aggressively down your throat that you could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes as drool spilled out from under your tongue. Thick wet slobber that coated your chin and his heavy sack as it slapped against your face with every forward motion.

 He held you by the hair on your head. As he pushed forward keeping you in place with your nose against his skin where his pubic mound would be if he had any hair. You started to see the world go black.

 At the same time his brother was having just as much fun between your legs. Two long fingers moving inside  you efficiently. Brushing against the most sensitive places. Working hard to coax another orgasm from you as quickly as possible. You were surprised that you could make any sounds at all as the pad of his thumb found your pulsating clit.

 Pulling his cock from your mouth Feyd rasped out.

 "Doing so well little Kitten. What a pretty whore you make."

 You curled a lip up at him snarling. He pouted out his bottom lip, looking like a petulant child before he leaned his face in close.

 "I called you pretty didn't I."

 Your counter-argument was made almost completely moot. By the way you had to moan it out around his brother's clever fingers driving you mad.

 "You… also called me a… w… whore."

 Both of them were laughing at you again. You felt teeth sink into the cheek of your bottom from behind you.

 "You're our whore. A wife should be her husband's willing mate, don't you think Treasure."

 He bit you again, but this time it was the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, close to your lower lip. The proximity of his teeth to your more sensitive flesh made you wish you could pull away from him. But instead you fought against the ropes as they chuckled more. 

 "Don't you see Kitten?"

 Feyd cupped your chin with his hand again, squeezing your cheeks painfully. He didn't stop until you opened your mouth, then he pushed his thumb flat against your tongue until you stuck it out. All the while still speaking to you.

 "You've made us whores as well. I used to only think about pleasure after I had sated myself with violence."

 With his free hand he moved his heavy cock out of the way and pulled your face forward until his sack was resting against your tongue. Squeezing his fingers into your face again until you licked. Holding you there and watching, as you kissed and suckled his testicles.

 "Now, I imagine your face on my cock whenever I have a moment of still."

 A whimper slipped between your lips when you felt Rautha stop behind you. Slender fingers removing themselves as he stood up. Feyd watched you still. Half of his soft velvety sack filled your mouth as you suckled it.

 "We are all new monsters now Treasure."

 You were desperate to turn around and watch what he was doing, but Feyd held you in place. Rautha's hand held your hip. Steadying you in the air as he moved forward and brushed his tip over your swollen clit. You could feel that he was already leaking when the thick fluid dripping from him mixed with your own. He swirled it around your sensitive nub until you were twitching in your bindings.

 Feyd pulled away. Loosening his grip on your jaw enough that you could close it for a moment, swallowing a few times as you did your best to work the sore hinges. He kept working himself with his other hand studying your face as closely as ever while Rautha pushed inside your folds.

 The feeling of them when you were ready for it was still extraordinary. Immediately, you're hungry inner walls clenched down around him, trying to pull him closer. Rautha let his head fall back and moaned, low and deep. Grabbing your other hip now as you hung there at his mercy.

 Feyd was grinning when your eyes rolled back again at the sensation of Rautha pulling out quickly just to snap his hips forward so hard it shook the sturdy bed beneath. A sound so dirty, you almost couldn't believe you had made it let loose from your chest and they both inhaled a sharp rapid breath.

 Then the next few minutes felt like being trapped in a lightning storm. Feyd moved quickly, lining himself up with your mouth again and pushing forward as his brother did the same from behind. The two of them simply sliding you off one cock then on the other. Back and forth, using the sway the ropes allowed to treat you like a toy.

 You gagged and gulped doing your best to catch air. All the while a growing cacophony of moaning and desperate pleas for air were trying to escape through your lips as well. From behind you felt Rautha growing erratic quickly. Steady thrusting, turning into aggressive pounding as he chased his spill.

 Feyd held you by the throat as he moved. Only pulling away occasionally to allow you to gasp in a couple of breaths before he choked you again with his leaking cock. You hadn't even noticed the way that the sensation was building in your body until you nearly screamed around Feyd. 

 He pulled back, forcing you to look up at him with a cheshire grin as you came. A wet pool growing between your legs. Leaking out around Rautha, who for his part was holding your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises in the morning. His own hips slapping against the inside of your wide open legs with each aggressive push.

 There was nothing to do but take the full force of it. The sound of the rope and pulley system attaching you to the ceiling clattering gently in place as you moved. Your head rolled forward in Feyd's hand and he let you. Brushing your short hair out of your face with his fingers as he continued to watch your experience from the best view in the house.

 Rautha was relentless in his pursuit. Desperately chasing more of the sounds that were spilling from you.

 "More Treasure. Let me hear how you like to be filled by me. Show me how much you wanted me when you were away."

 It wasn't up to you whether or not he got what he wanted. His arm wrapped around your waist from behind his middle finger rubbing quick circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. Your moaning was almost painful. A dry scratch growing in your throat. 

 At last, you felt euphoria chasing you again. You're aching pink core, closing around him as he stuttered and shook. Your stomach clenched painfully, and you remembered again when they asked you if you had eaten too much dinner. By now, you thought you may have vomited.

 The thought was only momentary though. Stopped in place by your vision going white and another earth altering orgasm took your oxygen. A pair of lips on yours brought your mind back to the moment. You kissed Feyd back with needy passion. Feeling too vulnerable in your secured state. The unexpected affection almost bringing you to tears.

 Sound and sensation returned to you, and you realized you were being lowered. Rautha moving out of sight off the bed. Then coming back and sitting on the other side of you from his brother. Leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead before your lips.

 He looked to Feyd who nodded. Then there was the sound and feeling of the rope being cut. Not completely freed, your legs and wrists still bound. But the extra coording that had suspended you and made you bendable  was released. And you felt the center of your body relax against the bed as you took a deep breath.

 "You've done well Kitten. Just a while longer and you can rest."

 They were moving again. Laying you forward on your stomach over Rautha. He was laying flat on his back in the center of the bed, and they draped you over him so that your face was in the middle of his chest. Your legs still wide open. 

Feyd moved between Rautha's spread legs, running one hand up the center of your spine. His middle finger pressing down to feel the bumps of your bones beneath. When he reached your wrists, he gave you a tug seeming almost experimental. You urged your body to remain limp and when he tugged you moved gently back in his direction.

 With an approving hum he ran his hand back down. Lifting your hips with the other arm wrapped under your body. Rautha ran his knuckles over your cheek. Getting your attention and then holding your eyes with an intense stare as Feyd filled you with no more build up.

 A crackly, painful moan rushed out of you. You closed your eyes and squeezed your fingers. Concentrating on breathing as you felt him move inside you until his tip kissed your cervix. Staying there for a moment before he started to move.

 Slow, rough thrusts. Rocking all of you with their force. Your mouth hung open and your eyes went wide. Face locked in an expression of inexpressible pleasure. 

 The feeling of Feyd's length dragging against your walls as he pulled back. Every vein and bulge completely distinguishable from the rest. Only to slam forward with a force that pushed the air from your lungs. 

 He fucked you like, that hard and slow. Almost his whole body pressed flat against yours. Crushing you against his brother beneath. Face buried in your shoulder from behind, forehead pressed against your neck. 

 Rautha was panting as he took in every micro expression, seared into his memory every breath and twitch. You were surprised when you noticed his eyes wander up and a smile cross his face. It was evident that the two of them were sharing a dark but intimate moment. Something they didn't usually do once one was inside you.

 Then his blue eyes found yours again and he brushed your short damp hair off of your forehead. Feyd started to move faster. Pushing himself back up onto his knees. Holding your bound wrists in one hand and a hip in the other. He didn't let up on the force. Only increased his pace.

 It was too painful to keep moaning, so you turned your face towards Rautha's stomach. Biting down roughly trying to displace some of the sensation growing in your body. Rautha moaned. But Feyd slapped your bottom roughly from behind.

 "That was mine. I earned it."

 There were not enough thoughts left in your mind to wrap them around the fact that Feyd was jealous. His brother would walk away with yet another deep red mark indicating how far they had pushed you. And he had yet to yield one.

 You did your best to look over your shoulder. Aware he could see your face even if you couldn't see his. You rolled your eyes again. Knowing he saw when he slapped your ass harder. But this time in retribution, you turned your face and bit Rautha again. Meeting his eyes with yours as he let out a satisfied chuckle. Running his fingers through your hair as he smiled at you.

 "Chew on me all you like Treasure."

 His voice took on a deeper tone again and promise bloomed in his eyes. You knew he would return each bite in kind. Finding each and every mark to be a gift. 

 Feyd on the other hand responded by pulling out and flipping you over roughly on your back. Body bouncing off the mattress gently. Rautha sat up. Reaching out an arm as if to steady you. But Feyd stopped him.

 "Back Rautha, I've had enough of your help for now."

 He swung an arm in his brother's direction and instantly the second brother backed away. You were still in a precarious position, and it was only made more evident when you moved against your restraints without thinking.

 "Nu-uh Kitten."

 Feyd wrapped a big hand around either side of your waist and lifted you a bit moving you forward on the mattress. He leaned over you and grabbed a pillow, placing it under your bottom.  Lifting your hips off the mattress. Then he lowered himself around you, caging you in with his body.

 His legs between yours. Hips pressing you against the sheets. Arms bent at the elbow on either side of your body as his face moved closer to yours. Ghosting his lips up your neck and jaw.

 "You're learning… but you still have so much spirit."

 Thick lips paused over the center of your neck. Parting to allow his teeth to scrape over the skin. Before they bit down hard enough that you yelped. Instantly, it was followed by the feeling of his wet tongue brushing over the skin.

 "Shhhhh."

 He pressed his lips to the skin again. At the same time he felt his hips move back. Parting your folds as he searched forward, pushing himself back in. Your head fell back against the mattress and he nodded, kissing your jaw.

 "Good girl Kitten. Settle down."

 He pulled back just to slam forward again. Setting the same pace now that he had when he was behind you. This time he moved much faster towards his climax however. In mere moments he had you falling apart under him. Mumbling words, even you couldn't understand as he brought you to a brink you had never even considered.

 When you ran out of words on his cock again you found his shoulder with your teeth. Breaking skin when you bit down harder than you'd ever allowed yourself before. At first you were worried that there would be repercussions, but instead you were greeted with the beautiful sound of Feyd roaring out unexpectedly.

 Then his arms tightened around you and you felt him shake. Collapsing on top of you with heaving breaths as he ground his hips against yours. Milking the last of his seed from his constricted balls. There was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the white, soft light coming from the chandelier overhead for a long while.

 Eventually the murmuring next to you began to make sense and you realized they were turning you over again. As they did so you felt your legs move and whimpered at the sensation of your extended knees. They had freed your legs and proceeded to do the same with your wrist.

 Turning you over and laying you against one as they turned the light out. You weren't sure which was holding you when he reached forward and started rubbing his thumbs and small circles over your forearms, encouraging the blood flow.

 The other put your legs over his chest and began doing the same. Working from the bottom of your feet up the back of your calf. It was half uncomfortable as the tingling sensation set in, but you didn't yank your legs away basking in the gentle attention.

 The chest behind you rumbled out a soft giggle, and you smiled. Turning your face to press your cheek against Rautha's chest. Your eyes growing heavy as you inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. Feyd spoke up from where he was draped on the other side of the bed.

 In the darkness you squinted your eyes, trying to see him. He looked beautiful laid out over the top of the mattress. His head lounging back against a pillow. He had one knee bent up and the other leg crossed over it all of him looking languid and carefree.

 "Do you understand what we taught you today?"

 There was an uneasy edge in his voice and you knew that his mind had immediately returned to  thoughts of tomorrow night. Doing your best to speak up around the frog in your throat you replied.

 "That even if I am afraid of you sometimes, I can always trust my life in your hands."

 Both of them grunted out a short approving noise. You weren't sure if it was just an attempt to match their new effort. Or maybe they brought out a darker side of your humor that you weren't used to.

 "And that you like being bit as much as your brother."

 The two men laughed softly. But behind you Rautha leaned forward and pressed his cheek against your head almost insistently.

 "If we trust each other. We can all get what we want from this."

 Another set of satisfied noises greeted you. And then the gentle massages began again and you felt yourself drift off into a deep dreamless slumber. All anxiety of the day to come lost in the exhaustion of your body. 

—

 The next night at dinner the three of you looked terrifying. Your boys had spent much of the morning finding unique and unexpected places to leave dark purple hickeys, or bright red bite marks on your skin. Encouraging you with not so gentle prodding, when you were awkwardly hesitant to return the favors.

 The dress you had chosen to wear was made of thick black fabric. Wide cutouts going down either of your sides. Long ovals that were the widest at your waist. Starting just under your arm pit and ending just above your hips.

  It had a short collared neck that showed off the necklace they had clasped on top of the material. But most of your skin was still visible. Marked as it was in hues of yellow and purple. Short sleeves stopped at the edge of your shoulder, leaving your arms bare to the room. Thankfully though it fell down to the floor in a thick full skirt once it hit your hips. 

 The two of them were the closest to matching you had ever seen. Both of them were wearing a jacket of sorts.  Feyd's a deep crimson red with no sleeves. Closed by four buckles that sat at increments moving down, starting in the center of his pecs. A three inch gap of skin visible between either side of the coat under the buckles. He had black leather pants with multiple pockets. Over which he wore visibly armed harnesses, stacked with knives.

 Rautha was wearing a jacket as well. A shorter blue blazer that sat just above the divots in his hips. It had a mandarin collar and no buttons on either side to hold it closed over his pale white chest that was naked underneath. He had almost the exact pair of leather pants on as his brother, but his were a dark gray. He hadn't skipped on the weaponry as well.

 The three of you walked in the room together your first time making an entrance as a team.  Covered in the red and violet hues that were evidence of your hard built loyalty. You were flanked on either side by a brother. Each of them with a hand on your back. 

 It was clear that your parents had not been warned you had come here to stay the night. Of course your father had been too caught up in his own bullshit to even care that he thought you were taking another transport.

 "Y/n…"

 Your mother's eyes were wide as you had ever seen them as she looked you over. Part of you had hoped the twins would let you cover at least some of the marks, but of course you hadn't been so lucky. It was easy to see every time her eyes grazed over a new bruise.

 "Are you,"

 Before she could finish her question a voice boomed from the back of the room. Each brother pulled you closer. Forcing them to step in your direction as their opposite pulls left you stuck in place awkwardly. Vladimir Harkonnen hovered in a large entry on the other side of the room.

 "Good. Everyone is here now."

 He floated forward through the air but nothing about it was graceful. He was like an ominous bomb filling the space around him with terror as he lowered himself into his black chair. A seat massive enough to sit several if anyone tried.

 "Don't the three of you look simply… adorable."

  It was clear by the way he held his head high that the Baron was doing his best to project an air of confidence. But as his eyes moved from each one of you to the next, you caught the slight twitch in the bottom of his right. And you felt the way Feyd's fingers tightened around your waist in response.

 "We should thank you Uncle. I don't think my brother or I have adequately expressed our satisfaction with your choice of bride."

 It was a damn good attempt at stroking the old man's ego, and he ate it up immediately. Grinning from ear to ear as all of his chins became visible at once.

 "Oh? Is that so?"

 The menacing blob leaned forward in his chair. You wanted to crawl out of your skin as he licked his lips, moving his eyes from your toes to your face. Rautha spoke now and you felt the urge to tell him you were proud when he sounded confident. Not a hint of a shaken child anywhere to be found.

 "She is a Harkonnen. Even in ways she doesn't understand yet."

 He sounded proud of you. It was so strange to be experiencing the emotion from someone else for the first time and to have it be a person who weeks ago you thought you would hate your whole life. Unexpected warmth rushed through your chest, and you wished that you were in a position to reach out and hold him.

 But the feeling was immediately chased away by the crinkling of his uncle's nose. Vladimir appraised you again with a shaking head.

 "I suppose I shall take your word for it. And allow her to prove herself."

 Feyd didn't back down though. He stepped slightly in front of the three of you speaking in a harsher tone, one fist balled at his side.

 "She's done everything expected of her and more. You can't say that anyone thought she would,"

  a short pause filled the air as he obviously selected his next words with a careful mind

 "No one could have believed she would earn our loyalty so quickly. Yet we would both die before she fell."

 There was more than a little bit of a threat laced around the words and once again you felt the urge to embrace one of them unexpectedly. It was a dangerous choice. Making it clear now to their uncle that you would be put before anything else going forward. The old man wilted so slightly it was almost imperceptible, but the tone in his voice gave away his trepidation.

 "That's… very good to hear. A bride should be a, treasured thing. And that's what you call her right, your little treasure?"

 Rautha rumbled out his next words as if they had come from beneath his toes. The closest thing to an actual growl you had ever heard come from a human being.

 "My treasure."

 From behind you your mother made a sobbing noise and you turned to see her shaking in your father's arms. Quietly you heard her voice float towards the three of you.

 "What have we done?"

 Feyd grinned now. Leaving you where you stood next to his brother as he approached your parents slowly. Slithering towards them weaving back and forth just a bit with each step. You could see in the set of his shoulders that his eyes must be narrowed as he watched them.

 "You've given her to darkness."

 Part of you thought you should stop him. But in reality, your mother had earned this. Both of them had put you in this situation with little idea what it would really do to any of you. Still you thanked creation every day that you had somehow been the type of person that they had been waiting for. That's something inside of you, had driven them to bend just enough you could want them in return.

  It wasn't lost on you. However, your father was still in very dire danger. You watched as Feyd reached the hand behind his back. Gently pulling one of the knives from a harness on the back of his thigh.

 "And the darkness?"

 He looked up the stairs at Rautha, who smiled back down at him. Watching with his attention fully rapt by his brother's game.

 "The darkness accepted hungrily."

 You were trying to remain calm. One of your hands digging into the flesh of Rautha's arm where it was wrapped around your waist. Holding you in place but not looking like he was caging you. A thumb brushing over the bare skin of your hip. You knew by the way he braced you that something was coming. And you did your best not to give it away, or to throw up as you waited to find out what would happen.

 "She's a good girl… we, we tried to, to give her to someone good. But she was so damn stubborn."

 Feyd froze where he stood behind your father. Looking up at his brother whose face you had felt jerk to the side toward their uncle. You'd never brought up your previous engagement out of fear that it would turn the conversation.

 Now you were grateful you hadn't, because it seemed that information had been kept from the two of them. Rautha didn't let you go. He simply looked back at you curiously. Feyd spoke. Sounding almost amused by the new information.

 "Oh? I didn't know that we were in the nature of accepting hand-me downs."

 You let out a pained sound and immediately he froze in place, spinning on a heel. He found your eyes with his and bowed his head wilting his shoulders softly. A confused rumble came from across the room, and you turned to see his uncle watching with his jaw slack. Stunned at the image of his nephew apologizing.

 "You're no less mine now Kitten."

 His voice was soft for only a second before he turned back around. Standing straight up. Immediately as if in response your father hunched in. Looking like he wanted to cut himself in half so that he would catch less attention as Feyd circled your parents like a vulture.

 Once he was behind your father, he moved in close. Lifting the blade under his neck. Your breath began to rattle out of your chest in shaky panic. You felt the urge to intrude, but the arm around your waist only tightened. Rautha leaned in to whisper low against your neck so that only the two of you would hear.

 "It's the three of us now, Bunny. No matter what came before. We are all that comes after. All that matters."

  You turned your face and pressed a cheek to the side of his neck. He moved his other arm up your body slowly. Cupping your face brushing his thumb over your cheek. Letting out a soft hum of approval. Your mother was staring with wide eyes over at your father. Watching the knife move up and down his neck as he shook. Feyd smiled viciously the whole time.

 "Stop him!"

 The sound of her shrill voice made you shake. You closed your eyes and tried to bury your face in further against Rautha's skin. Feeling him smiling against your hair should have made you angry, but right now, he was your salvation.

 "Y/n, what are you doing? He's your father."

 Feyd made a disgusted sound and looked over at your mother dramatically. Wrinkling the center of his face looking like he found her distasteful.

 "He sold her off to the highest bidder. Not caring that we were more likely to eat her half alive than care for her."

 You wilted a bit further against Rautha, and he held you firm. Shaking you slightly in his arms to remind you to stand straight. 

 "You can't hide the whole time, Treasure. It's your punishment too."

 It took you a moment to understand what he was saying. Not that they were punishing you. But they included you in their list of grievances. The wrongs they believed that your family had committed against you, including the marriage to them. With a deep breath you stood. Making eye contact with him. A curt nod was all you could offer as you turned.

 Facing Feyd now who watched with an expectant look on his face. Inclining his brow in your direction while he tilted his chin toward your mother.

 "He's a liar. He always has been. I love him. But I've told him since I was old enough to understand his business that one day it would catch up with him."

 The steady sound of your own voice caught you off guard. Looking now into your father's eyes you lifted your chin and squared off your shoulders.

 "You used me to get to them then stole from them. They had every right, as far as their people are concerned, to kill me."

 Your father's face wagged back and forth so quickly that his jowls shivered. Sweat beading down his forehead as he watched you. 

 "You… you don't understand. There's so much debt. I was only doing what was best. For our family."

 You've flinched feeling the weight of his words. The pain of being reminded that you had been viewed as a tool your entire life. Not someone to love and cherish like he did his living brothers or his family name.

 "Well."

 Your voice wasn't shaking anymore. And your eyes looked hard as stone when they locked on Feyd's. Nodding sharply. No longer caring what came next.

 "Now I have to worry about MY family."

 A brutal scream filled the air. Your fingers grabbed the arm around your waist so tight, they went numb as you watched what occurred in what felt like slow motion.

 As quick as a lightning flash Feyd reached two fingers into your father's mouth. Pulling his tongue out with his index and middle finger. When the wet appendage was past his lips and secured between the fingers, he lifted the blade in a smooth motion. Immediately severing the muscle from beneath. 

 Blood poured from your father's mouth. But before he could try to speak Feyd shoved a napkin from somewhere in one of his pockets into his maw. From a dark corner of the room, a man dressed in what you recognized as a Harkonnen medical staff uniform came forward. Holding a blade in  a strange metal sheath.

 You realized that the two had already planned what they would do to your father before you entered the room. The doctor had been there to cauterize the cut. He slid a rounded looking flat spatula from the sheath. Feyd held your father still from behind one hand holding his jaw open roughly almost looking like he would tear through the cheeks if he pushed any harder.

  Hot tears streamed down your face, but you didn't make any movement in Rautha's arms. The doctor pressed the blade between your father's jaw. And you heard the skin sizzle as vomit rose from your stomach. You must have wretched because you felt Rautha lift a hand and gently brush fingers down the sides of your throat until you swallowed.

 Your father went limp in Feyd's arms. And you watched as one of your fiance's dragged him to his seat at the table. Perching him in the chair like a dummy.  The doctor approached and pushed a shot into his arm.

 "He will wake up at some point and when he does, make sure he has ice for his mouth. No food for twenty four hours and then after that only liquids until the wound is more healed."

 With that the cold and calculated surgeon left. Feyd stretched his hand out in your direction. But no matter how many times you told your feet to move, they didn't. You met his gaze doing your best to tell him with your eyes that you were stuck. There was no pity to be found in his stare however. Only a demand that you come, that you prove yourself strong enough to be here.

 Rautha pinched your hip and something about the sensation broke through your haze. A violent inhale of breath came through your lungs and you let it out slowly feeling your shoulders and arms shake. You looked over your shoulder at him with a nod, but he only returned a steel stare of his own.

 At last, your feet moved when you commande, and you made your way forward until you were standing with Feyd's arm around your waist. He took your face gently in the same hand that had just removed the tongue from your father's mouth. Cupping your cheek as he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

 "That's my brave Kitten."

 For a moment you thought he would press a kiss to your face. And he seemed like he wanted to but instead he just stood up. Rautha came up to your other side and the three of you then looked back to his uncle who was still watching the scene.

 As the treacherous old man was shaking softly he tried to hide it. The sound of his chair wobbling in place audible while he pressed his palms firmly against the table.

 "Well then, it seems the three of you have become quite the small murder of birds indeed."

 Feyd pulled out a chair opposite the table where your mother now sat next to your father as Rautha guided you to it. The three of you sat and tore into the food that had been placed on the table by servants rushing while around the room during the chaos.

 It was a surprisingly quiet dinner from then forward. Only the occasional sound of their uncle clearing his throat. Eventually joined by your father's soft whimpers. When he came out of his stupor and the shot wasn't quite enough to dull than now reverberating pain in his mouth.

 When the meal was over you stood at the same time as your parents and started making your way towards the door assuming you would go home as planned. But before you could reach the threshold, you were lifted off your feet. Eyes meeting Feyd's blue ones. 

 He looked determined but for the first time, truly gentle as he spoke.

 "You're all ours now Kitten. You'll stay here."

 After a pause, you settled into his arms. Wrapping one of your own around the back of his neck. You didn't know if you'd ever really go home again before your wedding. But as you tilted your head and looked over Feyd's shoulder into Rautha's watching glance you thought maybe, in the most bizarre way, this was home now.

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Jesus right? Sorry about the 12,000 words. I streamlined it as much as I could but I think these last few chapters as we head towards the end are gonna be big boys. If you haven't yet and you read this in the first few hours will you check out my poll. If you didn't vote and can still see it, I will take your answer here and add it to the tally before Shattered ends. Posting this like a crazy person at 2:30 a.m. because I'm not sure my tags are working right when I queue shit.

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hello my fellow Horror And Houses fans.... i have come to recommend the book "horror in architecture" and its sequel "horror in architecture; the reanimated edition" by joshua comaroff and ong ker-shing to you all. ive been reading horror in architecture for the past couple days and it is excellent

a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object

The Fallen Angel (1847) by Alexandre Cabanel vs Anakin Skywalker: Revenge of the Sith (2005) Dir. George Lucas

GREASE (1978) dir. randal kleiser

The production value here is off the charts but this is also literally just what it feels like to play Uno.

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German expressionist cinema star Conrad Veidt

I'm fine, I just have a gaping black hole in my chest that cannot be filled. But other than that,

so so sorry for pressing my fingers into your open cuts, yes, yes it will happen again

Yoshitaka Amano: Finding Happiness with Tarot Fortune-Telling (1991)

dune + tumblr posts

sorry for curling up at your feet and whimpering like an injured dog that wasn't very mysterious of me

I'm gonna say something and it is that we don't appreciate Feyd's harpies enough... They're so pretty.

He's going through all the stages, of what? I don't know I don't care I'm just enjoying

Austin Butler as Hank Thompson Caught Stealing (2025)

What a joyful little creature... very friend shaped

My nayme is Bird

and wen it's nyte,

a dozing man

I giev a fryte.

His weary mynde

evokes Lenore,

I play a trick,

I tap the door.

Still thinking about painting that one pic of AB in Leyendecker style... if I only knew Leyendecker style...

kyaaaa I'm late to vampire school *runs out while holding a dude by the neck in my mouth*

Vampire: *struggling*

Me:

Vampire: *still struggling*

Me: look, I said I have tricky veins-

Vampire: DO YOU HAVE THEM AT ALL????

Fatal Frame

Silvia Pintor @ Complice Fall/Winter, 1992 Ready-to-Wear