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“Dune” Book Review

“Dune” by Frank Herbert is very much enjoying literally from the very beginning. I have soo much to say about this book. No wonder why people still call it a classic. I would say, it is in fact one of the best sci-fi book ever. 

The novel is super fast and highly paced. I never thought I would enjoy a book full of fights and adventures this much. This book hit totally different. In fact, it is also very dramatic. I felt like I was watching a soap opera TV series. In some parts I constantly had to remind myself that I was reading a sci-fi book! I loved the beginning of every chapter which contains a little extract from different writings about Mua’dib and Arrakis by Princess Irulan.

The inner thinking of the characters and what is going on in their minds in every little matter have been explained in the book and it is one of the best parts of it. I loved some of the Bene Gesserit ways very much. They really do have some productive plans which I think is very hard yet very powerful to stay calm and clean in difficult situations. We actually need to get adapted to some of those techniques. One of the great motives of the Bene Gesserit that I liked and Paul & Jessica kept adapting throughout the whole book was ‘I must not fear, Fear is the mind killer”. The mother-son relationship between Jessica and Paul is complicated yet very understanding. I liked the struggle they had together over the dune. Those parts were hard in one way and peaceful in another because they at least had each other. I also loved Paul & Chani together soo much.

Now, I shall talk about some of the characters. Paul is a great observant. He is very curious about everything. The sudden change that happened in Paul was so perfect at least in that disastrous situation.  Jessica is a great mother and protector. She tries to protect Paul from troubles and she is extra careful. There is a strong feminine pride in the reverend mother’s voice. One of her quotes was really good, like “ Humans are almost always lonely”. 

Frank Herbert was definitely a brilliant man with a good fold of knowledge. He was well informed and knows a lot. he created the whole universe fantastically. The descriptions, the rules and rituals of the fremen community is insanely good. one of the sayings of “Dune” is my absolute favorite which is “God created Arrakis to train the faithful”. 

One complain that I have about the book is, there was definitely a need of more female developed and powerful characters other than Jessica. And certainly I didn’t like some of the fremen ways of treating women. So, in a sense, “Dune” is back dated at least while mentioning the feminine situations. 

Overall, the book is crazy. The time when I was reading it, I just kept thinking about it all day and night. It is very catchy and keeps giving you glimpses of scenes even when you aren’t reading it. I loved it and can’t wait for the movie. Absolutely worth the hype.  

i have a headcannon that paul was a goofy child growing up and often gave his parents headaches.

✮⋆˙𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

╰┈➤ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, Paul Atreides and you were overjoyed to learn you were pregnant with a boy, the child he had long hoped for, but beneath his joy lay a quiet tension as his prescience hinted at an uncertain future. Over time, Paul’s resolve to remain detached crumbled, and he grew deeply attached to the unborn child, imagining the life he would have with his son. However, the fragile happiness was shattered when you suffered a devastating miscarriage, leaving Paul helpless in the face of his greatest fear—a tragedy he had foreseen but could not prevent.

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟽𝟿𝟸୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

⊹₊⟡⋆𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

⊹₊⟡⋆𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 .ᐟ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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Then, it happened. You were pregnant with Paul Atreides’ baby—a boy, just like he had hoped for. The realization hit you as you sat on the toilet cover, staring at the pregnancy test in your trembling hand. After months of trying, you had finally missed your period. Anxiety surged through you as you scrambled to confirm the result, grabbing five different pregnancy tests from the cabinet. One by one, each test displayed the same answer: positive. A wave of emotions washed over you—joy, disbelief, and a deep, gnawing nervousness.

“You’re pregnant,” came Paul’s calm voice as he entered the bathroom. His tone was steady, his presence commanding yet strangely tender. Of course, he already knew. With his prescience, he had likely sensed the new life growing within you before you even suspected it. But something about his demeanor gave you pause, a subtle tension behind his warm smile, as if he were grappling with knowledge you didn’t yet possess.

Paul said nothing more as he knelt before you, his piercing blue eyes searching yours. He reached out, his hands steady and sure, as though anchoring himself in the moment. “I can’t believe it… a boy, just like I wanted,” he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with awe. A genuine smile broke across his face, his usual intensity momentarily softened by the overwhelming joy of impending fatherhood.

He rose gracefully, his movements fluid and purposeful, and extended a hand to you. You hesitated, still caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts, but his touch was firm and reassuring as he gently guided you to your feet. “Come,” he said, his voice a quiet command laced with tenderness. Hand in hand, he led you out of the bathroom, into a future that felt both exhilarating and terrifying—a future that had already begun to take shape in ways neither of you could fully understand.

The two of you were overjoyed when you found out about the baby. For weeks, it was as though a light had been reignited in your lives. Paul’s usually guarded demeanor softened around you, and even though he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t allow his heart to fully attach to the child—knowing the risks of the future—he couldn’t help but fail. As the days turned into weeks, his resolve crumbled. He began to speak to your growing belly, his voice tender and filled with cautious hope, imagining the life of the son you both longed for. Despite his efforts to guard himself, Paul’s love for the unborn child became undeniable.

But the fragile joy was shattered all too soon. Paul was in the middle of a strategic meeting with his advisors when the sound of your blood-curdling scream pierced the air. The sound stopped him mid-sentence, freezing the entire room. His heart dropped like a stone as he turned toward the door, his prescience offering him fragments of what was to come—too scattered to act upon, yet clear enough to fill him with dread.

Without a word, Paul pushed past his advisors and strode down the hallway, his movements purposeful but laced with growing panic. As he approached your shared bedroom, the scene before him confirmed his worst fears. Doctors and nurses were rushing in and out, their faces taut with urgency. The air was thick with tension, the muffled sounds of hurried instructions and medical equipment creating a chaotic backdrop to the dread pooling in Paul’s chest.

He shoved his way through the crowd, his pulse pounding in his ears. The moment he stepped into the room, time seemed to slow. You were on the floor, your body curled in agony. Blood was pooling around you, staining the once-pristine rug a deep, sickening red. The sight stole the breath from his lungs.

Paul’s prescience had already told him what had happened—perhaps he had known even before it began. Still, the reality of it struck him with brutal force. You had lost the baby. His son. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Move,” Paul barked at the nearest doctor, his voice sharp and commanding despite the despair threatening to consume him. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out but stopped short, afraid to touch you and cause further harm. “I’m here,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’m here.”

Your tear-streaked face turned toward him, your eyes wide with pain and terror. “Paul…” you choked out, your voice barely audible.

“I know,” he said softly, his prescient vision flooding him with all the outcomes he could neither change nor escape. His hand found yours, gripping it tightly as the chaos continued to swirl around you both. Despite his immense power, in this moment, Paul Atreides felt utterly powerless.

𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒

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No cause #Saltburn😅😅😅😂

I need everyone to understand about the fremen.

They do not cry. Ever.

To give water to the dead is the most sacred honor that anyone could give but they rarely and never do that because it's ingrained in them to not waste water from birth. A single tear could mean life and death for them. To give water to the living? Unheard of.

Paul crying over killing Jamis in the book was a moment that astonished the fremen around him. Jessica ponders their reactions and knows that this is a holy moment.

Jessica then forcing Chani to cry for Paul(this was not in the book btw but I love it) is the ultimate betrayal of her autonomy. To force her to give what is essentially a piece of her life to him without her consent is sacrilegious and she knows it.

Water of Life indeed.

yo i keep seeing people shipping paul and feyd from dune and it’s freaking me out bc as someone who read the books before the movies came out.. they’re cousins?? 😭😭

okay but what's the deal with the Harkonnens being bald? are they born bald?? do they shave??? how often???? i must know!

Being Paul's sister he always had your back no matter what, he loved you so much he'd do anything to see you happy. When you found out about chani being in Paul's life he set you up with chani on purpose. Being a god to the fremen he wanted to focus more on keeping everyone safe then to fall in love and be blinded. During the match between him and feyd you stepped in and put feyd in a choke hold before whispering "you belong to the dunes of arrakis now" slicing his throat in one clean motion. The royal family knew it was against the rules to interfere with fair trialed fights but they respected your honor to protect your brother. Chani fell in love with you weeks after and you began protecting the spices yet again.

He is tryna' kill me.... God

~Timothée and Austin~

My God 🤍🤍🤍

credit to the original creator

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

✨ It was you who watered it...

it's so sweet tbh. very like understated, gentle romance.

Me & My Husband

PAIRING feyd-rautha harkonnen/f!atreides!reader

SUMMARY when you propose the idea of marrying the harkonnen boy around your age to encourage peace between the houses to your father, he's reluctantly willing to oblige you. to everyone's surprise, you both seem to like each other.

WARNINGS incest (they don't know they're related, but technically they are. is that first cousin removed or something?), a lot of mentions of sex, smut, death, and violence (obviously, it's feyd), mentions of pregnancy

WORD COUNT 5.3k words

NOTES i just yapped for two and a half hours. girl who is 'taking a break' and then needs to write about feyd-rautha instead. this is named after the mitski song but they're probably happier than that, this isn't an angst fic like they're both kinda fucked up you just don't realize it yet. either way, it's left open-ended and alludes to the issues that their marriage will confront during the storyline of dune part one and two so just let me know if you want that continuation. i'll add a gif to the post tomorrow i'm like half asleep tho four melatonin deep rn. that's all. bed time :)

The familiar sound of light yet rhythmic rain beating against your bedroom window did nothing to ease the nerves that overtook you as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at the floor as if it could absorb you. As if pretending that everything was normal would make it so. 

Today was the last day that you would spend in your home on Caladan unless something unforeseen sent you back home. The last day in which you would wake up every morning to have breakfast with your brother and mother - though, sometimes, your father would depart from his meetings and eat with the three of you. It was rare, but it had happened this morning for the first time in a while. 

It wasn’t just that you were growing up, it was where you were going. The thing was, you had a choice. There was nothing forcing you to do something that you didn’t want to do. Your father had asked you about two years ago what path you wanted to go down. You had ruled out Bene Gesserit a while ago, though you were the daughter that your mother promised, your mind and body resisted the training. You had considered fighting, you had trained with Duncan and Gurney so you would know how to protect yourself. But you weren’t sure about that either.

Yet, you were well-read. You could hold your own in a fight, as you had been trained by the best. You were head-strong and knew what you wanted, so when you were confronted with the idea of diplomacy, you agreed. For a while, up until these past few months, you had worked on diplomatic relations with your father. If he wanted to figure out if something was a good idea, he would involve you in the conversation. As a woman, you had no true belief that you were the first in line to take over for him, which was why the next option for you was less of an offer and more of something that you had suggested. 

There had always been a great divide between House Atreides and House Harkonnen. From the moment you were born, you were raised to hate them. However, your father was rising in the ranks. He was beloved, powerful, your family was one of the great houses that made a real impact on what was happening in the known universe. When you mentioned to your father, albeit half-asleep, that a marriage between a Harkonnen and an Atreides could put a metaphorical salve on the wound, he scoffed at it.

While there were a good number of Harkonnen’s, marriage between two great houses needed to be strategic. The two partners didn’t necessarily have to be close in age, but if they were to foster in a new generation and bring peace, it would be better if they were; not just close in age, but a young age, too. That meant they would need to be around your age, as Paul was too young still. The only Harkonnen that Leto could think of was Feyd-Rautha, and Feyd had a reputation. You wouldn’t like him, and even if you grew to like him, he was a fighter - whether or not the Baron would even allow the boy to settle down in the name of peace was another question. Even getting the two houses in one room was a difficult task.

The topic was dropped after that night. It wouldn’t be until about two weeks later that it was mentioned again. Your father had a particularly heated dealing with one of the great houses. He was aggravated, but he was mainly concerned with the fact that the man he was conducting business with continually cited the fighting between the Atreides’ and Harkonnen’s as one of his major apprehensions. Leto asked you if you had genuinely meant what you said, and you, considering it for no longer than a minute, asked if a meeting could be arranged between yourself and the boy he had mentioned. 

It was a challenge getting the Baron to agree to even meet your father, let alone allowing you to be alone with his nephew. But he noted that there was some sort of sincerity in your eyes when you were there. You weren’t being forced into this, you were the one that had requested a meeting with Feyd. Something about that appealed to him, as he had expected this to have been a proposal initiated by your father.

When you finally did meet Feyd, he was nothing vastly different from what your father had explained. His voice was gruff, his eyes dark, his skin pale and hairless. He had the ghastly skin color of everyone else in his family, and the dark demeanor to match. But he wasn’t overly rude with you, nor was he incredibly aggressive with his… sexual desires. He, really, should not have been as touchy as he was. But he liked the way you smelled, was what he said. He claimed that he could smell the rain from your planet on your skin, lingering in your hair. Whether he was telling the truth, or just trying to find an excuse to invade your personal space, you were unsure.

Regardless, you weren’t complaining about it. It was strange. You wanted to dislike him, you knew about the horrific things that he did. You knew that he was someone that many men and women alike feared, and that he could grow into being a near-replica in terms of terror and inhumanity that his uncle was. If anything, that was the goal. Still, you couldn’t help but find yourself fascinated by him. He was a fascinating man. The way he carried himself, the way he acted, even the way he spoke. It was wholly different from anyone whom you had ever met, and it was intoxicating. He was dangerous, you knew that. But that danger was a drawing point for you even though it should have repulsed you. 

Clearly, Feyd had enjoyed your company as well as he was the one to request you return to Giedi Prime the following week. Your father was apprehensive, though your calmness about the situation calmed those nerves. Things progressed over the course of a few months in a rather consistent manner.

You continued to meet Feyd in his home, as he drew too much attention when he was on Caladan. The second time you saw him, your relationship could only be defined as ‘courting’. Though you were slow to tell your brother that you were being courted by a Harkonnen, you were quick to report the news back to your father. Throughout the process, he made sure that you were okay with things happening as they were, but he was also called to lead. He knew that this could bring peace between the houses if done correctly. Of course, if done incorrectly, it could end with you both married while your houses continued to fight each other. However, that would be going against everything that this relationship was built on.

After about a month, Feyd’s sexual urges got the better of him. He knew, just as well as you did, that you would be expected to remain virginal unless you were married to him already. You both understood that if you were to have sex, your mother would more likely than not be able to tell. However, you were both young. He was sexually motivated in general, and you were beyond excited by the feeling of his hand on your thigh. So, you did what you both knew you shouldn’t have.

Thankfully, your continued sexual relations had yet to result in a pregnancy - though that was wholly because you did everything in your power to avoid there being a pregnancy. It was about two months after your first meeting that the Baron and your father met again to discuss your relationship, this time in the company of your mother. Neither of you were privy to the conversation, but you both knew what it entailed. Your assumptions were correct, as you were both approached with the idea of marriage on separate occasions. Both of you consented to it, and the following months were spent planning the event. 

The other great houses were just as stunned by the news as your brother had been when you had told him, yet everyone seemingly came to accept it. If this wedding were to happen, perhaps there could be more unification. Perhaps the Harkonnen’s would be less brutal if there was something keeping someone as demented as Feyd-Rautha at bay. People wanted to be hopeful, even if there was very little hope to be had. So, they supported the wedding.

That wedding was a few days ago, you had spent the following day with Feyd, before returning home to get the rest of your affairs in order. Finishing up any projects that you had left unfinished, enjoying some time with the people you would likely only see once in a while, coping with the end of your younger life as you came to term with this wedding. You weren’t opposed to being married to Feyd, you rather enjoyed his company even if you didn’t think that you would have.

He was, beyond a doubt, brutal. He was brutal, and he did horrific things both in front of you and when you were not present. His way of living was entirely different from yours. He could kill without remorse, kill for pleasure. He liked to see the life drain from someone’s eyes, he liked to be the one to have taken it. He was sadistic, and cruel, and he seemed to have very little love for humanity. There was no part of you that was under the impression that your presence, your marriage to him, was going to make him a good man; nor did you believe that he was a good man underneath all of that brutality. 

Feyd was who he was, and you never had any expectation that you could change that. Yet, there was something about the way that he was that you enjoyed. He was different from everyone that you knew on Caladan, different from every man that had ever approached you in the hopes of gaining some sort of power by being with you. He was different in bad ways, sure, but good ways in the sense that it all excited you. Perhaps it shouldn’t have excited you. But really, was it not a good thing that you seemed to enjoy being with your husband? The only issue was the change, the fact that it was all happening so fast, that you knew that any number of things could happen.

This marriage was initially proposed as a way to bring peace, but what if peace could never be reached. You, to your shock and horror, liked Feyd. He, seemingly to his own shock and horror, liked you in his own little way. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed how different you were from him, and he enjoyed that you actually seemed to be okay with a majority of the things that he did. At least, okay enough to say nothing about them. If this were to work out, it could bring peace. It could bring a genuine peace, and not one reached through arranged marriage since you were the one who had arranged it. 

Peace, though, can only be reached if your families both agree with it. The wedding itself had been fine. No fighting, nothing physical though you were sure there were some verbal altercations. However, this was a centuries long affair. The Harkonnen’s and the Atreides’ had been fighting since long before you were born, and you couldn’t be sure that marrying this man was going to even the the salve that you thought it would be. If you both liked each other, which you did, and this ended up poorly, you would both be left to deal with the damages and neither of you would seemingly be very keen on ending your entire relationship just because of some fighting between your families. 

The issue was not with leaving to be with him, but leaving in general. And as the rain that you had grown so accustomed to continued to fall, as it always had, you knew that it was time for you to get up. You could see the carrier outside, waiting to transport you to your new home. Any apprehension that you had been feeling had to be wiped off of your face, because you knew that would reflect poorly upon your marriage. The change itself was a challenge, but you could not give away the impression that you were being challenged by the idea of leaving your home to be married. Afterall, this was your choice. Your arrangement. 

“The ship is here.” You were unsure how long Jessica had been standing in the doorway, but you were startled to hear her and to see her in front of you as your head jolted up from staring down at the floor. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“About Feyd? No.” You responded, though your honesty shocked you just as much as it did her. “I like him, I’ll just miss home.” 

“I struggle to understand how you like him, but if he makes you happy, you’ll find peace with him.” The idea of peace was the foundation of your relationship, but the idea of finding it in your own life wasn’t something that you had considered. “Coming here, being with your father, got me scrutinized endlessly by the Bene Gesserit. It is difficult, but you’ll be okay.” 

“I know, I-”

“And being married doesn’t mean you can’t come see your family, your father is too prideful to admit it but he would be heartbroken if you didn’t visit.” Finally, you stood up from your spot on the bed. She was right, as she typically was. You could still see your family, even if your new family was Feyd in a sense. You didn’t have to distance yourself from them just because your circumstances were changing. 

“I’ll be okay.” You were saying it to her, but you were confirming it to yourself. It almost felt as though she had done one of her mind tricks on you, but she hadn’t. An overwhelming feeling of calmness was taking over, because you knew why you made this choice. And, despite the fact that you’d rather not, you quite liked your husband even though he was a psychopath. 

“If he becomes violent-”

“He won’t become violent with me.” The clarification was needed, as you knew that he would become violent with others. It was in his nature to be violent with others, yet he had never done so with you. Partially, probably, because he knew that you were trained. But, again, he did like you. Unless you gave him a reason to become violent, he wouldn’t. He might expose you to violence, expose you to more death and gore than you could have ever dreamed of seeing, but he would never get violent with you. “We’ll be okay.” 

The conversations that you held with Paul and Leto were predominantly similar to the one that you had with your mother. You were welcome to visit whenever you wanted, Giedi Prime was vastly different from Caladan and you may need to come home for some normalcy once in a while, even at that Leto would make sure that people didn’t draw too much attention or crowd to a Harkonnen walking through their planet if you both decided to visit together. Everyone seemed concerned that you were bound to be unhappy, that you were walking into some sort of death-trap. But you were okay with it.

Everything that had happened had happened because you set it in motion. When you got onto the ship, you felt more at-ease than you had earlier. You knew that this was going to be a massive change, that you were now fully vested in a different side of humanity and culture than what you had known for your entire life. But, you also knew that you were going to be fine. You never wanted to like Feyd-Rautha, some part of you still wanted to be repulsed by him because you knew that you should be. For some reason, though. You were inexplicably drawn to the man.

Upon landing, you were ushered to your room by a small group of young women. The clothing that they were wearing wasn’t too dissimilar to what you had seen Feyd wear. Black, leather, somewhat sustainable if they were to get into some sort of a fight. You wondered if the women here knew how to fight, or if they simply existed to serve the men. Given the circumstances and the culture that you were engaging in, you were certain that it was the latter. they may know how to defend themselves if need-be, but you can’t help but doubt that they actually know anything other than upholding the system that supports the Baron and the other men that he has in power in his reign. 

“Wife.” A very formal greeting from the same rough voice that you had gotten to know over the last few months. Still, you knew him well enough to note the slight smile in the undertones of his voice. Violence made him smile, this was something new entirely. 

“Husband.” The women who had been around you removed the bag you had been carrying from your arm, bringing it to your room as you moved to stand in front of Feyd. He looked excited, but you weren’t sure if it was because you were moving in or because he could finally have sex with you after not seeing you for a few days. He was somewhat needy when it came to his sexual urges, but you would rather him be needy with you than sleeping with someone else. Besides, the urges were new for you too. It was fun to experiment. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Not late, no. My uncle is expecting us for dinner.” 

“Now?”

“Yes, as soon as we can arrive.” 

“But I just got here.” You complained, resting a hand on his arm as he watched you. He looked both amused and fascinated. 

“We can make up for missed time later, but for now, we have to go.” He leaned over to kiss you regardless, his lips lingering for a moment to long as your fingers tightened their grip on him. Finally, he pulled back and took your arm so he could lead you the grand table you would be eating at. You were unsure if this was something that happened every night, or if it as just because you were here for the first time. 

To say that you were intimidated was an understatement. Despite marring Feyd, you had still only met the Baron himself less than a number of times than what you could count on two hands. He was a large figure, both in physical presence and emotional presence. He towered over everyone, obscured them with his height and heft, and that physical being was almost like a manifestation of the terror that he made a majority of people that he came across feel. You knew enough about him to know that he was never a particularly good person, and that you were going to be in danger around him if you didn’t play your cards right.

Sensing your discomfort, Feyd was quick to bring you to your seat. He let you hold his hand, even though he wasn’t overly emotional. He was at ease, but this was his family. He was used to the behaviors of his uncle, the way that he spoke and the way that he interacted with the world in general. You weren’t used to anything about this place, but that much you knew going into things. 

“My nephew has taken a liking to you.” The man before you didn’t seem to mind that he was speaking with food still in his mouth, chewing while he made comments about your marriage as though it was a polite thing to do. Maybe it was polite here, maybe you were the odd-one-out because that wasn’t the type of etiquette that you typically followed when you were at home on Caladan.

“I should hope, since we’re married.” You responded, your nervous laughter seemingly doing nothing to diffuse the tension. The feeling of Feyd running a finger over the back of your hand was a nice distraction through, sending a slight shiver up your spine at the feeling of his touch. 

“Yes, but married doesn’t mean that you have to like each other.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. This entire marriage had been based on the idea of you wanting to bring peace between your houses, and that didn’t intrinsically mean that you were going to like the person that you were married to. “You both seem to like each other, he speaks highly of you.” 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out where this was going. Though you were already married, you were in his home now. You were eating his food, enjoying the amenities hat he provided to you. You were living a life that was being provided by the man sitting in front of you, as a result of your marriage to Feyd. you needed to make it clear that you liked him as well, it was a test. Thankfully, it was a test that you would have no trouble passing even though you hadn’t studied for it. 

“I like Feyd very much, I had no idea he was speaking about me though.” You responded, turning to watch him. He was good at never displaying emotions, even if he was feeling them. The only emotion you had ever seen on his face was rage and lust (whether it be bloodlust or sexual lust was a different question, but you tended to fit it into the same category). Still, he looked a bit nervous - like he didn’t want to have a conversation where his uncle exposed the times that he spoke about you when you weren’t around for everyone to hear. 

“He speaks about you frequently, he’s just too proud of himself to admit it.” The Baron continued eating his meal, moving on to speak to some of the other men at the table and frequently bringing his attention back to the two of you. For the most part, you were both in your own little world. Discussing your plans for the next day, discussing what side of the bed you liked to sleep on, whether or not you were going to be able to sleep properly without the sound of rain hitting your window. Feyd seemed to want to experience one of the big storms that you got frequently on Calandan, where you were interested in seeing one of the gladiator fights that he had mentioned so you could see the fireworks that he had been describing to you. 

Each time any attention was paid to you both, you were busy. Talking about something else, paying no mind to anyone else. If there was some sort of test that you were being subjected to, you were sure that you passed with flying colors. 

After a moment, the Baron cleared his throat and you turned back to look at him. “Have you given any consideration to your heirs?”

“A bit.” 

Not really, was the actual answer. 

“We’ve been hard at work.” 

Was the answer that came out of your husband’s mouth, though you couldn’t be surprised by his crass nature of his response. His uncle found it amusing, even though you were sure that you looked at least moderately humiliated by the comment. Technically, he wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t considered or thought about having children, but you were having sex just about every time you saw each other. The night of your wedding, you had made no effort to use any sort of protection. 

“A lot of action, not a lot of conversation about… a family.” You responded, not knowing how else to phrase it. But, this answer definitely got some sort of stamp of approval. You weren’t as uncomfortable as you had been before, and the challenge of openly talking about something like sex when you weren’t really supposed to discuss that back home was enough to get his uncle to ease back a bit. You did get along well with each other, and you were going to fit in fine. There was really nothing more that he needed to question for the time being, which allowed you both to settle in. 

By the time you had made your way back to your room, you could feel a bit of burning in your eyes. Still, you tried to keep yourself awake as you were pushed against the wall. Feyd’s kisses were rough, demanding, almost as demanding as his hands as they groped and explored your hips. It wasn’t until he kissed your neck, until he worked on marking your flesh and felt your head lolling against his that he finally pulled back to hold your face in his hands. Your eyes were fluttering back open, but it was clear that you were falling asleep.

“How much did you sleep last night?”

“I had to finish packing my things.” 

He hummed in response, before bringing you over to the bed. He had remembered what side that you mentioned preferring, but you had only just told him a little bit ago. Still, it was nice to think that he had made enough of an effort to consider that as he helped get you out of your clothing. He had made a promise to make up for lost time with you, but for right now, he seemed mainly focused on getting you to bed.

“I thought we were… making a heir?” 

“If there’s not one inside of you already, I’m sure we’ll have time.” You weren’t going to push him to explain himself further. The fact that he wanted to go to bed with you was enough. “Besides, I promised you a fight. I’ll let you see a fight. But I need proper rest.” 

“They can be arranged that quickly?”

“When my wife requests of one shortly after our wedding? Yes.” You were sure he could arrange whatever he wanted to arrange on any given day, but on such short notice, you were also sure that he was doing this as a favor for you. He wanted to do this because you wanted to see that part of him, because you wanted to know what he looked like in real, professional combat and not just the fights that you had seen him engage in with enemies that he needed to fight. 

Besides, there was something personal in it for him. You had seen him kill before, you knew he was capable. But, you were asking him to see it again. You were asking to see a side of him that should have made you cower in shame, but instead, it intrigued you. It wasn’t that you had a newly formed desire for violence, but that you wanted to see every part of him even if you probably should have something against the idea of seeing him get into a battle and murder someone for sport - really, though, for fun. 

He knew he made the right choice in marrying you because you weren’t in it to try and change him, you were fascinated by every bit of him. that fascination bordered on him being some sort of experiment in some ways, but it was mainly just you being interested in him and everything that he had to offer you. 

For now, though, the only thing he had to offer you was his presence in bed as you laid beside him. He let you lay your head against him, let you run your fingers along the curves and ridges of his tones stomach. You were nicer to him than what he deserved, and even you didn’t understand why. Maybe it was just the feeling of freedom that came along with being with him. Afterall, you were incredibly safe. You held your cards close to your chest back on Caladan, and every move you made was incredibly calculated. With Feyd, everything was new and different and risky. He was a danger and a risk, a fearsome warrior to almost everyone he came across. Yet, here you were, laying against him and falling deeper into a slumber that you wanted so badly to deny. 

“My uncle likes you.” 

“I don’t know if my family likes you.” You admitted, but the honesty made him laugh. It was likely that your family does not like him, in fact, it was more likely than any other option. But the fact that you so readily volunteered that information was probably just because you were tired. Still, it was amusing how easily it spilled from your lips. “I like you though, and they’re not the ones married to you.” 

“Just you.”

“Hmm?”

“My only wife.”

“Mhm, my only husband.” You replied, your voice muffled as you grew closer to falling asleep. Feyd kept an arm wrapped around you as you fell asleep against him, predominantly thinking about the implications of everything going on here. You were both young, young enough that this marriage was going to last a long time. But, you were also both matured enough that you knew about the political ramifications of it. If something did go wrong, you could only hope that you would stick together no matter the consequence - after all, that was the function of a husband and wife.

Some part of you truly believed that, if something did go awry, you would remain by each other’s sides. But, for now, you just needed to worry about your futures in the sense of things you could control. You could control how quickly (or not quickly) you got pregnant. You could control the nature of your relationship. You could control anything that had nothing to do with war or bloodshed, but even that you had no control over.

You knew, from the beginning of this, that you weren’t going to have a relationship with the most loving man in the world. Feyd-Rautha was not the man to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep. He didn’t tell you that he loved you, not until well after you uttered the words to him in a fit of passion. Even then, he said it first to someone who wasn’t you. Someone he was in an argument with, someone he was defending his need to spend time with you to. But it didn’t matter, not really. 

There was nothing normal about Feyd, or your relationship with him, or the fact that you were okay with all of the horrid things that he got up to. But after a while, the abnormalities became common-place for you. You can make no real promises to unify the Atreides and Harkonnen houses through your marriage, through your bloodline. The only thing you can truly do is enjoy what you have; truly, you enjoy your marriage more than you could ever explain. You shouldn’t enjoy the presence of someone like Feyd, but you do. He feels as though he shouldn’t enjoy anyone’s presence at all, and yet he does. 

Everything about it was abnormal in every way, and it worked. In some way, it worked. Whether you knew it would from the moment you proposed the idea late one night was a question that you couldn’t (or, wouldn’t) answer. but you didn’t need to - at least, not for the time being. 

Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Hey little doves! The next chapter will be the final one. Hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know if I forgot to tag you.

Warnings: SMUT!

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Chapter Fifteen

Duke Leto Atreides was in his council chamber, he gathered his most trusted men, Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck and their trusted soldiers, he was sitting in his rightful place, the winds of Caladan making a whistle sound that reached to his ears, there was a grim atmosphere in the council chamber, ‘’My lord,’’ Duncan started, he was sitting on Leto’s right side and Gurney on his left. ‘’Our spies in Giedi Prime informed me that Baron Vladimir has been gathering Shaddam’s men, the Sardaukars from Salusa Secundus to..’’ he swallowed, Leto gathered them and made them listen Na-Baron Feyd’s voice memo, ‘’to attack Arrakis and kill Na-Baron and,’’ Duncan felt like family here, under the Atreides House, so Y/N was also his family, ‘’Lady Y/N..’’ he finished with a flat tone but Leto could see the anger in Duncan’s brown eyes as he could see in Leto’s. They were sharing the common hatred towards the Baron and concern for his daughter Y/N. ‘’Then it means The Emperor Shaddam is involved in this scheme as well.’’ Gurney pointed out, scratching his grey beard, ‘’My Duke,’’ Gurney began and Leto turned his head towards him, ‘’What’s the plan?’’

Leto sighed, a certain determination written in his expression, ‘’We are going to kill the Baron.’’ Was his reply. There was no time, if the spies had given the information on Baron few days ago then it meant that they were most likely on the ships, on their way to Arrakis, Duke left Jessica behind, his son Paul was happily married and under the Emperor’s roof so Duke Leto knew that Shaddam wouldn’t harm him or his daughter, the one and only heir to the throne. Duncan and Gurney were in sync, gathering the soldiers into the ships, heavy arms and explosions, according to Duncan’s calculations they were going to meet Baron’s troops in the air, it was going to be an interesting battle and Duncan was looking forward to it.

Y/N was pacing in the bedchambers, it had been two days since the message which was sent by her husband, her father didn’t send a reply, did he abandon her to her fate? Did he have no concern for her or her safety? Thanks to her Bene Gesserit tricks she had learned from Feyd’s right hand man that Baron had gathered troops from Salusa Secundus, of course Feyd kept this from her, she felt betrayed by everyone, by Feyd since he kept this pivotal information from her, by her father who apparently left her to her fate, by the Emperor who kept Y/N in his domain, away from her family for so long… Maybe that was the reason why Duke Leto couldn’t form a connection and bond with her maybe that was the reason why no answer came from him, was he afraid of the Emperor? He was an old man now but with one snap of his fingers he could obliterate the entire universe.

On the other hand these past two days Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was planning attacks with what little men he had, fighting with Fremen to find his wife had consequences and he was facing them now. He was sleepless, he had only one motive, it was to protect his wife and their child, he had never felt a urge to protect someone like this before, of course with his mother he had these urges but this one was way different, more primal and ownership. She was carrying their child, a piece of him and her.  

‘’My Baron!’’ his men were calling him ‘’Baron’’ now, he didn’t order them to do, however, over the years every single Giedi-Prime citizen were fed up with the tight leash that Baron kept on them, and ever since Lady Y/N’s arrival even a blind person could see the change she brought and made Feyd-Rautha go under. Feyd turned to his right man, he was an old man with extensive knowledge, Feyd thought he was going to give information or tactics but there was a certain type of softness in the man’s grey eyes, ‘’Yes?’’ he asked, impatient. They were alone in Feyd’s study chambers, ‘’I’ve got it under control, go to your wife.’’ No one dared to talk to Feyd like that except him, the old man was on his side since Feyd started training in his childhood, they grew some bond together over the years, in that short sentence Feyd realized how busy he was, planning, getting ready for the upcoming battle, the young man only nodded and left the study chambers in rush.

She didn’t hear the door opening or Feyd locking it behind him, he leaned on the metal door for few seconds, watching her on the couch, her satin yellow dress hugging her curves deliciously, her long hair falling from her shoulders, he walked up to her and it made her look up with a smile, Feyd plopped down on the couch, resting her legs on his lap and started massaging her feet, he realized how tired he felt in that moment, these past two days felt like two years, ‘’Dove,’’ he called as soft as he could with raspy voice of his, ‘’It’s been a long day..’’ he added. She placed the book down on the empty coffee table, even though the upcoming battle was on her mind constantly she managed a soft smile, his hands on her feet felt strong and gentle, ‘’You must be tired my love.’’ She said.

‘’Very.’’ He murmured as he continued massaging her feet, he looked at her and noticed the smile and he smiled back, though it was a tired one, she could see the dark circles under his ocean blue eyes, ‘’I couldn’t focus on anything today,’’ he admitted, ‘’my mind was too scattered. But seeing you, my love, I feel calmer already.’’ She leant in and palmed his face, gave him a soft kiss on his plump lips.

He melted into the kiss, despite the exhaustion, her touch and affection ignited a spark within him. Feyd wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled her closer. He deepened the kiss, his lips moved hungrily against hers. It was as if all of his worries melt away for a moment, replaced only by his desire for her. He pulled her to his lap and held her tightly there, his hands resting on her thighs. He broke off the kiss to look at her, ‘’You have no idea how distracting you are wife.’’ his voice low and gruff. His hands slowly ran up her thighs, the silk of her dress bunching up around his wrists. His hands felt warm on her skin, ‘’Am I distracting you, husband?’’ he asked with a wicked smile as she grinded on his hard member through their clothes, she could feel him twitch under her, he let out a low moan, his grip on her tightened, ‘’You know you are,’’ his voice ragged. ‘’You drive me insane, my love.’’ His hands wandered up her body, slipping under her dress to the small of her back. Feyd’s blue eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her curves clad in satin and the desire building in his gaze. He needed her. Y/N continued humping on him, loving the way his large hands feel on her body, she could feel herself getting aroused, and his hard on was evident. Feyd’s breathing quickened, the feel of her body moving against his, through the fabric, sent sparks of desire through him. ‘’Gods pet…’’ he whispered, his voice rough with need. ‘’You’re absolutely sinful.’’ That earned a chuckle from her, ‘’You or me?’’ she asked sarcastically, she guided her hands so that he could take off the dress over her head, and now she was in her light yellow lingerie with laces that covers her breasts that getting larger due to the pregnancy, the band of her laced panties cutting her skin, Feyd’s breath caught as he took in the sight of his wife. The yellow lingerie contrasted beautifully with her skin, and the lace accentuated the curves of her body, curves that were made all the more delicious by her pregnancy. ‘’Definitely you,’’ he replied, his hands roamed over her body, exploring the new contours that pregnancy were giving her, even the changes were new but Feyd could tell, he wanted to worship her, to take her so completely. His hands moved to cup her breast through the fabric and it made her moan softly, her breasts were sensitive these days. His eyes darkened with her moan, it made him want her even more. ‘’You are so incredibly beautiful,’’ hands palmed her breasts, rubbing gently, ‘’every part of you.’’ He kept rubbing her sensitive breasts through the thin fabric, his touch was gentle, his fingers teasing, the fabric heightened the sensation, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs as he played with her breasts, ‘’You drive me mad, love.’’ He whispered in her ear, ‘’I want to worship you, to make you mine completely.’’ With that her hands moved to his pants zipper, pulling it down, one of Feyd’s hands found her soaking core, she breathed sharply when his fingers made contact with the wetness. His breath hitched as he realized the wetness, she was soaked, begging for his attention. He had to remind himself that this time he wanted to take her slowly, tenderly. But the temptation to give in to his need for her was strong. ‘’Gods, love!’’ he rubbed her needing core as he spoke, gently, ‘’You’re so ready for me.’’ His hands on her soaking core sent electricity through her body, he pushed her panties aside to work his hands more, she was gasping and moaning with light touches of his fingers, her body ached for him, needing him to fill her as she was desperate for him. ‘’Little dove…’’ his lips were on her neck, tickling her, ‘’I want to hear you call my name. I want you to beg for me.’’ His words a mix of demand and desire. ‘’Feyd..’’ she moaned his name, ‘’Please…’’ he loved the way his name sounded on her lips, a desperate plea that went straight to his cock.

  ‘’Please what, little wife?’’ he asked playfully, his words a low, seductive drawl. He wanted her to say exactly what she needed and desired. ‘’I want you,’’ she palmed his face and looked into his eyes, ‘’deep inside of me.’’ And kissed him raw. His body responded immediately, pulling his pants down, he let her take control, Y/N helped him with his pants and then sat back on his lap, placed her wet entrance on hi hard and leaking cock, ‘’I’m going to give you exactly what you want, my love.’’ He growled against her lips, ‘’I’m going to fill you completely.’’ Feyd gripped her waist tightly, digging his fingers to her skin as she sank down, she moaned loudly as she felt Feyd fill her up with one stroke the hilt, Feyd’s eyes were almost crazed, fixed to her with a feral look. Her hands went to his shoulders, her tightness wrapping around him which made him growl in desperation. His hands went to her hips to grip and make her move slowly, ‘’You feel so good.’’ He breathed and Y/N started to move on him, Feyd watched his wife ride him, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm and with one swift move he ripped her bra, tossed it on the floor somewhere. His hand went to flick her nipple, the tip was so hard under his fingers he leaned into take it into his wet mouth, she gasped with the feeling. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, he teased and played with the nipple, he pulled back. His breath was hot against her chest, and his lips found hers as she bounced on his cock. Their kiss were hard and wet, his hands moved to her hips to guide her, they were breaking the kiss to moan and then kissing again. It was enough, Feyd flipped her on her back on the couch and mounted her, her legs wrapped around his waist quickly, pulling him deeper. He was on top of her, pounding like there was no one in this entire galaxy but her, Y/N was the only one who could get him like this, needy, desperate. ‘’Feyd..’’ she moaned his name over and over again when his large hand played with her clit, Feyd loved it when she moaned his name, ‘’Again.’’ He demanded with his raspy voice, ‘’Feyd-Rautha..’’ it was enough for him to come in her wet cunt, he was buried deep as he came he kept playing with her clit to bring her to come and she was a whimpering mess, ‘’I know, I know shhh..’’ she was shaking as she gushed, a pool of liquid left her core coating the couch.

He laid on top of her afterwards she pet his head gently, it was soothing to listen to her heart beat, his blue eyes closed involuntarily.

They were in each other’s arms, embraced the calmness in these hard times when their door violently knocked. Y/N opened her eyes with a heart beat that could be heard miles away. Feyd immediately jumped and made sure to help his wife get dressed, and then he took care of himself, marched to the door and unlocked it, his most trusted man entered. ‘’My Baroness.’’ He addressed Y/N first, and then Feyd, ‘’My Baron. I apologies to disturb you, however, we have detected ships approaching Arrakis, the ships are carrying House Harkonnen banners.’’ A grim atmosphere hung in the air. ‘’He is here.’’ Y/N whispered, her voice betraying her with a little shake, did that mean today was her last night? Feyd was going to fight for her till the end but if it meant also his death then…

‘’Ready our troops.’’ Feyd said to his man, looking stoic as ever, his man bowed and left the bed chambers. He turned to face the large windows, it was sunset, the ships of Harkonnens looked as if tiny dots in the Dune’s atmosphere, ‘’So it begins.’’ Feyd whispered to himself when his wife approached and held his hand.

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I’ve been thinking of one where Reader is a concubine of Paul, but she gets ignored because he has Chani & Irulan. Paul mainly has her around because she gets along with him, Chani, and Irulan and keeps the peace between them as a concubine and as a healer. He is possessive of her but doesn’t love her romantically, but reader wants to be loved and held. Then Feyd comes in-he gets injured-reader tends to him and he falls for her, but she doesn’t know what to do because she’s loyal to Paul and never had this type of attention before. Then Feyd becomes like her personal bodyguard & shenanigans ensue.

A/N: Omg this was in my drafts for so long. Thank you so much for the request I loved writing it. Hope you'll like it.

Warnings: Battle but not any detailed gore or depictions.

“Lord Paul expects his wife and his concubines. It is urgent.” You were chatting with Chani when one of the guards barged into the garden section of the palace, drinking spice coffee and talking about life was your favorite activity to do with her, she was a great friend to have. Whenever something important accured Pauld would request his partners at his side, his wife and Chani on his right and you were standing on his left.

Paul was sitting on his gold throne, the colorful windows at the ceiling casted rainbow lights on the marble floors of the throne room. He was dressed in Atreides colors, red and after his victory dark shade of green. Irulan was already there, Chani smiled at you kindly and took her place. Paul didn’t even notice you, he wasn’t a bad person, he took you in because you were an orphan and you had great skills. Especially healing, because at the Siech you helped your old Reverend Mother, she thought you many things. You stood in your space, facing the tall doors and waited. “Let him in.” Paul’s voice was heard and the tall heavy doors opened, you wondered about the person you were about to see. He must be important.

You saw a tall, bald headed man walk in with pride, his uniform was jet black, his combat boots made it sound like he was marching to war… or was he?

“Bow before your Emperor Paul Muadib Atreides.” Duncan Idaoh’s voice harsh voice echoed in the throne room. The bald man looked at Idaho and then Paul, and he fell on his knees. “Your message intrigued me.” Paul began which made the man look up at him, “Rise and explain your scheme, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.” He finished and you felt your heart burn in fire, “A Harkonnen?!” You thought, they were the reason you were an orphan, they were the reason why your people suffered for years. Your hands were in fists you had to be calm. Your harsh gaze found his already staring blue eyes, his eyes were originally blue not because of the spice. His eyes trailed a path on your body and found your face, you were wearing a tight orange dress, your long hair loose, you had golden bracelets on your arms. You didn’t flinch from his stare, in fact, you stared back into his eyes with primal fury in your soul. His gaze turned back to Paul, ''I have interesting news about my uncle and I thought you might like to hear and make an alliance.. so to speak.'' his raspy voice sent shivers to your body, so dominant and cold. Paul didn’t say anything, just let him speak.

“Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has been gathering troops from Salusa Secundus.”

Duncon Idaho whispered but enough for you to hear, “Old Emperor’s troops.”

“He is planning on attacking Arrakis in a few days.” He finished, staring at Paul with a smirk.

Paul regarded him suspiciously, “Why are you telling me this? He is your uncle after all.” He was right.

“I am tired of being Na-Baron of Giedi Prime, I desire to be it’s Baron and only ruler.” He confessed one of his deepest desires, Paul raised an eyebrow, “I would like to discuss this with my advisors. In the meantime you’re our guest. You shall have a second of the palace for yourself and servants to attend your every need.” Paul swiftly stood up from his throne, and walked down the stairs, his subjects including you following him. You never liked these situations where you had to follow him like a puppy. You wanted to stand next to him as his concubine. He was a nice man to you but it was obvious that his affections laid with Chani, not you and certainly not Irulan. You desired to be held by him, considered to be his equal but he discarded you so many times. His cold eyes never regarded you with… anything really. To him and others you were just a Fremen healer girl.

As you walked past Feyd-Rautha, he looked at you again, in a way all women wanted to be looked at… your trainings had told you so but you brushed his intense gaze off, kept your composure and walked past him gracefully.

Next day you were having breakfast at the gardens, the palace had gardens but the part you usually went was at the back. Not many people visited here so it was peaceful and calm. You were seated by the fountain which used to overflow with water but you made the servants cut the water. To you it was a waste of water and Arrakis was never kind to her residents whom regarded water as insignificant.

Over time you started to tend to the flowers and trees, ever since you became Muad’Dib’s you could access to knowledge of anything thanks to the lavish library. You started to learn about plants which you have never seen or heard before and slowly it became your passion. You were in your deep thoughts when a sudden cough attracted your attention, you turned to face the owner and it was him. Even though you didn’t want it you had to get up and bow respectfully, “My Na-Baron.” You greeted him. He was wearing a sleeveless tunic and satin, loose pants. His arms looking strong, up close he looked paler than usual. “What’s your name?” His direct question startled you. “Y/N. My Lord.” You said, still in shock.

“Your name is pretty as your face.”

You could feel your cheeks heat, it had been a long time since someone had complimented you.

He sat on the empty seat, “Sit.” He gestured for you to sit and you did. “Eat.” He said as he started to eat a fig from your plate. You continued eating, there was a silence, noticing his piercing blue gaze on you.

“What are you to him?” He was the one who broke the silence.

You understood what he meant, “I’m sure my Lord already knows.” You replied, didn’t want to say it.

Feyd smiled wickedly, was he playing a game?

“I do… but I want to be sure.”

You sighed before you spoke, “I am Paul Muad’Dib Atreides’s concubine.”

He scuffed in annoyance, “A concubine who doesn’t warm a bed isn’t truly a concubine.” His remark made you look up at him sharply, he was still smiling. How did he know that Paul never had you? Not even once…

“Our Muad’Dib-“ he cut you off, “He doesn’t care for you-“ he paused for a split second, “properly. Does he?” His tone carried something carnal. You couldn’t reply back to him for he was telling the truth.

“If you were mine you would be… looked after and taken care of.”

What was he trying to say to you?

You had heard so many horrible stories about him and how he treated the slaves he took to his bed or his servants in general. Most died in a few days. Thankfully you weren’t alone. You belonged to someone, even though he didn’t want you in that way.

''My Lord Na-Baron..'' you protested in shock, didn't know how to reply in a respectful manner and you saw the wicked smirk on his face. He got up from his chair, got a purple grape from your table and he leaned on the small table, you had no idea what was going on before it was too late. He made you open your mouth and eat the grape, the juice running from the corner of your lips, he wiped the juice with his thumb and licked it, ''Just saying.'' he said and left.

The rest of the day you couldn't eat anything or focuse on anyhting, even the servants around you had noticed but didn't dare to utter a word.

The second day he was on the palace you ran into him. You were walking to accompany Princess Irulan in her chambers, you had to bow when you saw him, ''Lord Na-Baron.'' you greeted him properly, you had no choice but your cheeks flushed with the memory of yesterday. He hummed in pleasure when he saw your cheeks, he had two bodguards wgiven him by Paul hismelf. Of course they were spying on him and reporting everyhting he did so he wanted to put on a show for him, ''Lady Y/N, how lovely to see you here.'' he began, his raspy voice wasn't something one could get used to, it sent electricity to her body, she nodded in return. ''May I accompany you to your destination?'' he offered extending his arm to you and you could not refuse a Na-Baron.

You took his arm and together headed to the section of Irulan's chambers, ''I cannot stop thinking about our conversation yesterday, I would love to talk to you more.'' he mentioned, making sure the bodyguards aka spies heard him correctly. ''I do love to entertain you with conversations Na-Baron but unfortunately I am very busy.'' you reached to Irulan's double doors, no men was allowed from here.

''I must attend to our Princes Irulan. I bid you good day.'' you said getting your arm back from him, he swiftly held your wrist and planted a kiss on the back of your palm, ''Till next time.''

You walked into Irulan's chambers dizzy.

The news of Feyd's interest in you have reached Paul's ears. He was in his study when his spies had explained the situation, was this a game or was he actually interested? Nonetheless you were his, his concubine. It was unacceptable. He specifically asked if you were also interested but his spies only said that you were respectful and didn't cross a line, he was glad to hear that your loaylty laid on him.

It was the 5th day of his arrival that he took things further, until today he kept teasing and impyling things to you but you were stubborn. Why did you insisted on belonging to someone who didn't take you? Or showed any interest at all. In these past 5 days all he had seen was that you followed Chani and Irulan like a lost cub, you hid behind the shadows but no longer. His plan was to tear you from the shadows and give you the spotlight you deserved.

As he was dwelling on these thoughts siren was heard, it was show time. He had told Paul that it was most likely for Baron to strike on the 5th day and he was right, he quickly wore his uniform which was given him by Paul himself, earlier today he was visited by him.

''I want you to lead the attack. I want Baron to see you in Atreides unfirom.'' he demaned and it was the perfect opportunity for Feyd, ''If I do so I might ask something in return.'' he replied as he was holding the dark green uniform with a golden Atreides badge on the left shoulder, ''You shall have your planet and rule it as it's Baron, as we have agreed.'' Paul pointed out the agreement, ''I know but I want something else too.''

Paul was intrigued, ''Which is?''

''Once I have won your battle for you I will reveal it. Do not fret.'' Feyd placed his hand on Paul's shoulder and gave a wicked smile. Paul didn't know what it was but if it was soemthing he could give then it was settled if he won the battle of course.

The battle took only few hours for Atreides soldiers ready and plannes have been made beforehand thanks to Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. He led the troops to victory, as he fought his brother Rabban in a combat he got injured but he managed to defeate Glossu Rabban Harkonnen, by defeat Feyd took his head and put it on a spike and placed it on the battlefield, after that Atreides chanted their voictory shout. Baron was sent to prison along with remaining Sardaukar soldiers.

Feyd marhced the marble halls of the palace to the throne room, the doors opened for him, he heard Paul clap in victory, ''As you have said, Baron attacked on the 5th day and you have defeated him. Bravo Feyd.'' he greeted him with a smile, seated on his golden throne. Feyd was glad that he had audience, advisors, politicians and highly ranked soldiers.

His eyes found you, behind Irulan and next to Chani, and yet you had chosen to stand a step behind her. You wore jet black today, why? He loved the color on you and he couldn't wait to touch you. Your eyes also found him, he was covered in blood and you noticed that he got stabbed. Why was he here instead of getting treatment? He was a crazy man you were sure now.

Others had followed clapping, chanting in his name.

After the loud sounds died down Paul spoke, ''As I have promised, you shall have Giedi Prime and run it as its new Baron. I am sure our alliance will continue from generation to generation.'' he announced.

Feyd bowed on one knee, ''Emperor!'' he raised his head from his place, ''I have another wish too. A small and pretty one.''

''Oh, yes you have mentioned something earlier, pray tell.''

''I do not wish to run my planet alone. I want a woman by my side.'' he began which attract the entire ton's attentin.

''I want Lady Y/N by my side, as my wife.''

And everyone held their breaths, everyone in this room knew that you were an untouched concubine, his least favorite companion. However you were still Paul's. You were in shock, was he serious or joking? Harkonnens do tend to have a strange sense of humor. Chani held your hand and squezzed in reassuringly.

Paul Muad'dib's face was stoic, not giving any clue on how he felt or what was he about to say. His most rusted soldier and advisor was by his side, Duncon Idaho looked more stern than his Emperor.

''She is my concubine, as you know.'' Paul's voice was flati matter of factly.

There wasn't a single sound in the entire throne room, Feyd got to his feet, he could feel his open wound, throbbing softly but he didn't mind.

''Haven't I been generous?'' Paul said questioningly, ''You have your own planet to yourself now and no doubt high ladies in Giedi Prime would love to be your wife.'' Paul didn't understand Feyd's reasons behind this request.

''You are right, however I do not wish to have any of them. I only want Lady Y/N. In my time I have come to a realization that,'' he turn to the audience to gain their favor, ''she is the only one who could be my equal and represent my name with respect. Her loyalty is unmatched and If you let me,'' he turned back to Paul. ''I am going to take care of her and make sure she is comfortable till the day she closes her eyes to this galaxy.''

Your heart was beating at it's full capacity, was he telling the truth or was this just a game? It was true that these past days he was courting you and trying to get your attention but now it was serious.

The ton started to ramble, he heard whispers saying that

''He betrayed his uncle for god's sake''

''New Baron looks devoted''

''He won the battle in few hours''

Paul raised his hand to silence the crowd, ''Due to Feyd-Rautha's outstanding victory in the battle and his sacrifice of his family, I would love to give Lady Y/N to him, however..''

he looked around, testing the waters, ''It is for her to decide. It isn't my place.''

Paul was hopeing maybe you would stay, now that someone was interested in you he thought how beautiful you were... it was too late though.

Chani urged you to walk, you walked down the stairs of the throne and you bowed once you were below Paul. ''My Emperor, thank you so much for your protection over the years,'' she began, her body was calm but her mind was screaming at her ''What are you doing?''

''I believe I have served you enough. I would like to be on Baron Feyd-Rautha's side.'' once the words slipped her mouth there was no going back. She couldn't believe herself.

''Then it is settled. Congradulations.'' Paul announced with a sullen look but only Duncon could tell.

You turned and walk to Feyd quickly with the worry in your eyes, ''Let's take care of your wound my Baron.''

He liked it. ''My Baron.''

Back at his chambers you were stitching his sound on the side of his stomach in silence, the events of what happened still ringing in your ear. ''Why?'' he asked calmly, watching your sitting form, your hands quick and with his question you hurt him unintentionally of course. ''Sorry,'' you looked up, ''Why did you accept me?'' he asked directly.

You were silent for a few seconds, after you were finished with his wound you rubbed an oil to heal it quicker, his back was leaned on the couch, legs spread, you got up from the couch, placed your healing stuff back to the kit and turned to him, ''Because of you.''

He looked puzzled so you explained, ''You look like you would kill an entire nation if someone touched a strand of my hair. Paul could never give me that.''

It was true and it made Feyd smile to see that you understood how possessive and protective he was towards you.

He got up from the couch, walked to you and his hand went to your hair, he had never seen scuh beautiful color and length, he had wanted to touch your hair for so long and now he felt how soft the strands were, ''You and I, against the galaxy.'' he whispered as he leaned for a kiss.

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Hello! Sorry guys I was protesting against the government of my country and joined the riots and almost got arrested, I'm back tho. Love you little doves.

Warnings: SMUT IS HERE! Minors get the f out. Pregnancy sex! P in V! Wrap it before you tap it folks!

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Chapter Thirteen ''Union''

In the coronation chamber, Baron Vladimir Harkonenn was seated in his floating device, towering above his subjects, he was fuming in anger. Lady Wench’s servants’ heads on the stairs of his throne, covering the black stone stairs in blood, It looked as if the stairs were a river of black water, ‘’How could she manage to escape?!’’ he roared at his advisor who was also his right hand, the bald headed man was shaking in fear, he was a lithe man, his uniform jet black with certain colors on his left shoulder to show his rank. ‘’My Lord, Baron Vladimir,’’ he began, controlling his voice, his head low, ‘’Our Lady Na-Baroness-‘’ his speech was cut with Baron’s raspy voice, ‘’Do not dare call that bedchamber whore Na-Broness!’’ he had been ordering heads, shouting for strategic plans, he had sent a very angry letter to the Padishah Emperor Shaddam and also Duke Leto and the Reverend Mother. That old wench was the reason why Vladimir said yes to this union, he knew this little girl was a trouble and he remembered the conversation he had with Feyd-Rautha, his nephew months ago when he had a meeting at Shaddam’s study chambers, Feyd had attended few minutes later…

‘’Did I miss anything?’’ Feyd entered with a wicked smile, he had just finished dancing with Lady Y/N, it brought up his spirits to annoy her, the look on her face was something he would like to see for the rest of his life. Shaddam was sitting on a stone chair, Duke was facing Vladimir. Reverend Mother was behind the Emperor.‘’Here is my nephew.’’ He announced, ‘’He had grown up since you saw him, Duke Leto.’’ It was true, the last time Atreides family had visited Giedi Prime all of their children were little, playing and fighting together. It broke the Duke’s heart to see how much the Baron corrupted his own nephews, Rabban was gone but maybe, maybe Feyd could be saved. ‘’I highly object to this union.’’ Duke said firmly, his hands were formed into fists, he wasn’t going to sell his first born daughter like a livestock, ‘’Leto,’’ Shaddam raised his hand and draw the attention, to Shaddam, Leto was like a son he never had, he wanted Leto to understand how much he cared for this union, all eyes were on their galactic Emperor. Reverend Mother was whispering venom into his ear, or so Leto thought.

‘’This union is very important to our houses and the entire galaxy. Long ago Atreides and Harkonnen fought for centuries and shed blood. I desire to prevent this happen again. It’s time for you to unite.’’

Of course there was some truth to it but the Bene Gesserit’s only plan wasn’t this. They have been trying to create a bloodline both connected to the Atreides and Harkonnen directly. Duke hated the witches, except Jessica, she was different, Duke hoped that she would support him, it was such a shame that even though they have been together for years she was still a Bene Gesserit witch. He was soon going to find out.

One could look up and see the strange look on Feyd’s face, Baron knew that look, he was excited for his new toy but he had suspicions, she seemed too independent and disobedient. Feyd would soon to be fed up with her and toss her aside once she gives birth to the heir of house Harkonnen. That night he warned Feyd when they were alone, ‘’If you do not wish to be with her we can find someone else for you. After all, their purpose is the same.’’ Baron said, he was on his bed, smoking, Feyd was summoned late at night to speak with his uncle. ‘’No uncle, I do wish her and only her.’’ That wicked smile placed itself on his plump lips.

He had never understood why Feyd was so persistent with her.. he didn’t have time to dwell on it anyways. ‘’My nephew shall find her and bring her to justice.’’ He announced, if he had looked hard enough he would see the reluctant eyes of his subjects, little did he know that Lady Na-Baroness had gained the favor of the people of Giedi Prime.

After her session with the Reverend Mother of the Sietch Y/N retrieved to her chamber, a small space with rugs on the floor and walls, she got used to the smell of the spice, she got used to the people and the people got used to her even though she caught them staring time to time, she looked different and her head was held high all the time, it draw attention that she was a member of the Bene Gesserit and could use the voice. She meditated all night on the words and facial structure of the Mother,

‘’he is looking for his wife..’’

‘’a treachery on his part..’’

‘’Soon..’’

It must be Feyd, she was sure that her arrival was detected by his men and they must be looking for her but treachery part was confusing, she tried to channel her ancestors but it was in vain, she had to be skilled for that. She gave up the meditation because a huge sound was heard throughout the Sietch, a blasting sound and a mini second later she could hear the screams and the laser guns. Y/N immediately left her room, Fremen soldiers were gearing up, old women and children were being escorted to safety, she could see that with huge machines the walls of Sietch were being blasted, ‘’Y/N!’’ her new friend Sama screamed her name and she turned to find the source and saw Sama running towards her, she was holding a knife and a small laser gun, ‘’Here, take these. The Harkonnens are attacking us. I don’t know how they found us-‘’ another huge blast and from the giant hole a pack of  bald headed men in black uniform entered with their high-tech guns. It was them for sure. ‘’Go,’’ she said to Sama, ‘’you have duties, I can protect myself.’’ Sama was reluctant but Y/N reassured her and smiled, after Sama’s departure she joined other healers and Sayyadinas to help the children and elderly, the entire Sietch was covered in dust which was the mixture of spice and smoke, Fremen soldiers were strong and charging but the Harkonnens had more arms and outnumbered the Fremen. Y/N was in charge of helping the old Reverend Mother to safety, she ran to her bedchamber to collect her, the woman was dressed in orange satin, a yellow scarf covering her hair, ‘’Reverend Mother,’’ she yelled to be heard, ‘’you have to leave. Now.’’ The old woman calmly looked at her with spice blue eyes, ‘’You are the only one who can save us,’’ she said with a low voice, ‘’go to him. End this war.’’

Y/N understood clearly and bowed her head, she ran back to the common hall of the Sietch which was raided by the Harkonnens, she was watching from a corner and she saw her husband, Feyd-Rautha Harkonenn, he was giving orders to his men, he was covered in black but on his arm there was a scarf tied, it was hers. Her heart ache when she saw it, he must have been looking for her for weeks. She had to do something to stop the battle and the bloodshed so she came up with an idea. Y/N looked around and found a high platform, a rock that towered the common hall, it was a place where sometimes Stilgar would announce things and make his speeches. She ran towards the rock to climb it, on the way she was careful and trying to not be found and recognized, the screams of innocent Fremens filled her ears and made her climb harder, her fingers were bleeding when she reached the top and with all of her strength she yelled; ‘’STOP!’’ thanks to the Sietch’s design at this place someone’s voice could be heard clearly from everywhere inside. The Fremens and the Harkonnen soldiers stopped and looked p to find the source of the sound, Feyd-Rautha knew that voice, the smell of her pheromones brought him here and there she was, on top of a rock, her beautiful hair long and loose, they made her wear a baggy beige dress, she looked tired and sad… ‘’My wife..’’ he whispered. She was here, he had found her.  ‘’You have kidnapped my wife!’’ Feyd-Rautha screamed at Stilgar who was closer to the rock, there was a distance between them but they could see each other, Stilgar knew that this woman was a Harkonnen’s wife and his people didn’t believe him. He was right all along. ‘’Make truce and you can have your wife back Harkonnen!’’ Stilgar uncovered his mask to be heard, he was suspecting that Feyd-Rautha was going to attack and he did something which made everyone stunned, he dropped his weapon, ‘’Let her come to me and  I swear you shall have a truce.’’

Stilgar weighed him conscientiously, he also dropped his weapon to show respect, even though the man before him was a Harkonnen. The silence hung in the thick air of the Sietch, due to the fires it was extremely hot inside, Fremen and Harkonnen soldiers were alert yet immobile. Stilgar turned to look at her at the top and motioned his head, she started to climb down the rock, her hands hurt but she managed to be steady, when her bare feet made contact with the sandy floor she released the breath she was holding. Stilgar held her arm vigorously and walked towards Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

When Feyd saw that Fremen trash’s hold he was about to get his laser gun to shoot but the look on Y/N’s face was begging him to be wise and calm. ‘’Take your wife and leave.’’ Stilgar said and stop, pushed her to Feyd and he caught her, Y/N was in his arms after so long.. she looked up to meet his azure eyes, she saw so many things there, primal fury, sadness, happiness.. they were all swimming in the deep orbits of his eyes, all he wanted to was to kiss her like a man starved but not here, not right now. Feyd looked at Stilgar who was a few inches away from them, ‘’You have your truce… for a week.’’ And without a beat he held his wife’s arm and guided her outside the Sietch.

No one dared to utter a single word on the ship back to the palace of Arrakis. Y/N sat there on the cold metal chair, Feyd in front of her, and two pilots at the front. His intense gaze was on her, she looked different, her hair was a mess, she looked dirtier and plumper and yet she was the most divine creature he had ever witnessed in his life time. His elbows on his knees, legs spread he was just staring, Y/N’s eyes found the dirty scarf tied around his bicep and then his pale face, he opened his mouth to say something and thought better and closed it. When they arrived she felt his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the palace, she had seen the holograms of the palace before but seeing it up close was something else. One could see the traces of the Harkonnens, it was built by them 80 plus years ago and it was actually a gigantic structure yet simple. At the top it had a huge dome, she wanted to see it during the day light, maybe she could do it soon if she survived tonight…

His grip on her back tight, firm. Even though he was walking closely beside her his hand was possessive, she could feel it in her bones. The soldiers bowed as they saw her, ‘’Welcome back, Na-Baroness.’’ One of the higher ranked commander greeted her and she gently smiled, she didn’t have strength to speak, however her Bene Gesserit training was alerted, these men were actually relieved that she was here with them, maybe her policy back at Giedi Prime worked. As they walked the long stone corridors and reached to his bedchambers he unlocked the door with his thumb, the door opened and his hand gently pushed her inside and he locked the door, the inside consisted of a big bed, a door to the bathroom chamber, tall windows to see the endless desert, a spice rug at the middle of the room, not much of furniture except a leather couch and two armchairs, he pointed the couch, ‘’Sit.’’ Was the first word he said to her, his whole body tense. His chest felt tight, his fingers twitching, he wanted to take her in his arms again and check for any injuries, he had this deep desire to protect her, he came to sit across from her. Feyd had to take a sharp breath when he saw her eyes taring up but she was keeping her composure, ‘’Why did you escape Giedi Prime?’’

She exhaled, ‘’I had to..’’ she swallowed the lump in her throat, she was about to cry, ‘’I had no choice.’’ Her hand went to her stomach instinctively, his eyes following her action, ‘’Yes Feyd, I’m with child. The look on your face tells me that your uncle Baron Vladimir has been keeping it from you. He was the one who didn’t let me read the letters you had sent me for weeks, he is plotting my death after I give birth to our child.’’

His heart nearly stopped, the thought of her being with child, their child, was almost too much. Her hand on her stomach sent a wave of possessiveness, and protectiveness through him. ‘’I..’’ he began, ‘’You’re pregnant?’’ he was still in shock.  He felt sudden rush of different emotions all at once, happiness, surprise and… anger. Anger that his uncle kept them apart, that he kept her pregnancy from him, that he was planning his wife’s death. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, hold her, he had to hear you first and then he was going to love you and show you how much he had missed you. ‘’How long have you been pregnant?’’ his mind went to their last intimate moments, which was two months ago.

‘’For two months.’’ She replied.

It felt like someone punched Feyd, he clenched his jaw, this was all too much. She was pregnant with his child and he haven’t seen her for two months because of his uncle. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me-‘’ he knew there was no point in asking that but he couldn’t help it. The words just slipped out of his plump lips before he could stop them and that earned him a sudden outburst from Y/N. she bolted to her feet in anger, ‘’How was I suppose to tell you, huh? How was I suppose to let my husband know that I am pregnant with our first child when your uncle reads my correspondence and has his spies behind my tail?!’’ she was yelling at this point, ‘’I had to escape, you couldn’t take me with you because of your uncle but I came to you!’’

‘’I KNOW!’’ he nearly yelled at her, he also jumped to his feet, towering above her, he was also angry but not her, never her, he was angry at the entire situation that they were in. ‘’I know that you had to escape, I know that you came to me, I know I couldn’t take you with me!’’ he was yelling now, he took a step towards her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. ‘’Then why are you so cold towards me?!’’ her voice broke.

His hand went to his bald head, frustrated. He wasn’t cold towards her, he was on edge, he was trying to keep himself check, but her words were making him lose it. He grabbed her by the arms, his grip firm. ‘’Because I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do with you, with us, with my uncle’s blood plan.. I don’t know!’’

‘’He asked for my head didn’t he?’’ she was calm now, her voice as cold asa Bene Gesserit witch.

He was staring at her, his pupils blown wide, his hands still on her arms, ‘’Yes.’’ He admitted through gritted teeth, his grip even more tighter, he wanted to pull her close, to shield her from everything that was happening, ‘’He demands your head.’’

‘’What are you going to do Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen?’’ she asked coldly, ‘’It’s either your wife or your uncle.’’

His eyes hardened, ‘’I will not let him touch you.’’ He said with a harsh voice, his mind was In turmoil. Ever since he opened his eyes to this galaxy he has learned to suppress and channel emotions, yet he was a mess right now. ‘’I will not let him take you. He wants your head but he will not get it.’’ His gaze was intense, his voice now threatening.

Y/N reached and clashed her lips with his.

He was taken aback by the sudden kiss, his anger and turmoil melting into the kiss and replaced by a rush of desire and need. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands exploring her body greedily. He could feel his body ignite with a hunger for his wife, he was desperate for her touch, flesh, and taste. One of his hands moved up and entangled itself in her hair, holding her there, their mouths melded together in a heated and possessive embrace, it had been so long. She whispered between kisses, ‘’Take me to bed.’’

He immediately picked her up like she weighed nothing, took her to the bed and laid her on the mattress, his body following close behind. He knelt above her, his eyes dark with desire, he kissed her again deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that borders on wild desperation.    Her hands reached to take off his uniform and his breath almost stopped , he broke the kiss to help her, when he quickly got rid of his uniform he knelt to kiss her neck, bite and leave his marks on her. His large hands also helped her with her dress and she was naked under him, he took a step back to look at her, his jaw clenched again, his hands gently roamed on her soft flesh, his fingers were tracing every curve, every contour. He bent his head and placed a kiss on her shoulder, working his way down on her body with trail of hot kisses, his mouth worshiping every inch of her. He stopped when he reached her belly and looked up to meet her gaze, he felt a rush of emotions washing over him. It hit him that they were going to be parents, that she was carrying his child inside her. His heart swelled with a warm and fuzzy feeling, his fingers gently caressed her belly, almost as if he wanted to feel the baby that was growing inside her. His eyes were soft for a moment, he started to kiss her stomach again, making it emotional for her as well. Soon he went lower and lower and met her dripping core. His hands were gripping her hips, his mind was swirling with lust and need. A his mouth reached her core, he paused for a moment his breathing ragged and hot. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and he slowly took one of her legs over his shoulder giving himself more room to work. He slid his tongue over her slick flesh, tasting her, feeling her body shudder under his touch.

He didn’t know what has gotten into him but he just needed to drown himself in her. She moaned when he made the first contact, they had never done this before so it felt more intimate. His lips and tongue exploring her sensitive flesh, he was taking his time, wanting to savor every second. It was different than he had expected, more intimate and more pleasurable. He could feel her tremble under him, hearing her breathing change and he couldn’t help but draw out her pleasure, to make her feel good. His hands gripped her hips,  holding her in place as he swirled his tongue over her wetness, taking his time. She screamed his name ‘’Feyd!’’ as he inserted a finger, she was so wet and ready, it sent a wave of desire surging through him. He kept his mouth exploring, his tongue teasing and swirling while his finger worked inside, his mouth was hungry, his body heat getting hotter and hotter, he was losing himself in her reactions, in the sounds she was making, his own need was growing stronger and sending electricity. As he added another finger he could hear her gasps and whimpers, his mouth still on her wet folds, she tasted delicious, he was lost in her. It was so fun to watch her, she looked like a woman possessed and he was the one making her like this. ‘’Feyd,’’ she screamed, ‘’Feyd, I’m coming!’’ there was a feeling on her lower abdomen that she had never felt before, His fingers and mouth kept working, he wanted to see the way she was going to crumble, he was desperate for her to come in his mouth, he was drinking her like a man who had found a river in the middle of the desert.  She felt so soft in her mouth that he couldn’t stop himself from biting a bit, it earned him screams, soon she started to shake in pleasure, her hands gripping the bed sheets, as she came undone she screamed his name like a prayer so many times and Feyd didn’t move a muscle, he drank her sweet juice like a submissive servant, who was ready to do whatever she wanted. As she screamed his name he greedily lapped up every drop of her, not wanting to waste a single bit. His desire for her was strong, it was nothing like he experienced before with his former slaves, she was different and every since their first intimate moment he wanted no one but her. She was his, and Feyd wanted to give her more. He climbed up to kiss her, she was still shaking, he could feel her in his mouth, a sweet taste and he wanted her to taste herself so he kissed her  raw. He wanted to envelope her and become one, their bodies glued and she could feel his hard member. A moan escaped his lips, his body was tense with desire, needing her so badly. His fingers were gripping her skin as he leaned in to press his lips on her boob, sucking on the sensitive flesh, he had imagined that in a few months her tits were going to leak with milk, her belly swollen with his child and that image mad his rock hard cock twitch, his eyes were on hers as he sucked on the sensitive flesh, her boobs now more sensitive than ever. ‘’My husband..’’ she moaned and threw her head back. He couldn’t stop himself, her moans driving him wild, hearing her call him ‘’my husband’’ just set his heart racing. He moved back up to kiss her his body pressing against her body, ‘’Mine.’’ He said voice hoarse and ragged. ‘’Yours..’’ she managed to say, his mouth devouring hers, he needed her, he had to have her right in this moment so he place himself between her legs, ‘’You’re mine..’’ he took a moment to look at her under him, legs spread, such a fine delicacy and all for him. He entered her sweet folds slowly, and gave her a moment to adjust, she had forgotten how big and thick he was, it felt like the first time all over again and she gasped, ‘’Shhh’’ he knelt to kiss her cheek, her nose, her chin, he pulled out slowly and moved back in, to the hilt.

(Tumblr said the chapter is too long so i’ll continue the smut on the next one)

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Hello little doves! Here with another chapter. I am having fun writing this! Thank you so much for supporting me and liking, leaving commnets. Means alot. Love u all.

Warnings: Slight mention of SA. Our babies yearning for each other especially Feyd!

Words: 2.081K

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Chapter Twelve ''Interval''

Y/N woke up with a strange scent hitting her brain through her nostrils, the scent was strong, she opened her eyes but didn’t move because she didn’t know where she was and if they noticed that she was awake they might do something to her. She was on the ground, laid on a thin orange rug, it was made of spice fibers, that was the cause of the smell. She was in Arrakis and the entire planet filled with spice, and it had a strong scent. Someone must have changed her clothes because she was wearing a long dress, the color beige, it was baggy and comfortable. The inside was lit by the dim glowglobes, the color dark yellow, she noticed the coolness of the inside, she was in a Sietch.

‘’Morning Sayyadina.’’ A woman’s voice was heard, without looking Y/N already deduced that it was the same woman who captured her. Thanks to her Bene Gesserit tricks she might walk out alive because the sisterhood had spread their prophecies and religious believes throughout the entire planet.

Y/N slowly moved her body to sat, the ground under her was carved and rough, this Sietch must be thousands of years old and still changing its shape every year, maybe another thousand years it will disappear.

The woman was standing by the open space, the room didn’t have a door just a hole that was covered with a thin sheet of spice curtain, clearly handmade. She entered the room and sat opposite of Y/N.  ‘’If I had known you were with child I wouldn’t have hit you so hard.’’ She was sincere, looking at Y/N with dark blue eyes, due to spice consumption the Fremens’ eyes turn to blue. How did they know that she was pregnant? Maybe their Reverend Mother dressed her and found out. Her hand went to her head, a piece of dry blood rubbed itself on her fingers, it hurt but she didn’t make a sound, she couldn’t show any weaknesses. ‘’Here.’’

The woman came with a tray of cold water and piece of bread, Y/N came up with a conclusion that if they wanted her dead she would be dead already so she took the tray and drank the water, it tasted strange but she knew it wasn’t poisoned. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said, keeping her voice calm and neutral. Y/N looked at the woman, she was one of the warriors and she had some designs on her suit that distinguished her from other warriors, her rank must be high.  ‘’Why do you call me Sayyadina?’’ she asked, curious. The woman stood up, ‘’Because you are a witch, but you haven’t completed your journey yet. Finish your bread and come with me.’’

It dawned on her, her mind immediately went to a book she had read before coming here, there was a section about Reverend Mothers of Arrakis that said; Sayyadina- Among the Fremen the Syyadina, (Friend of God in Chakobsa) is a priestess who has not yet passed within to become a Reverend Mother. When a Sayyadina undergoes the spice agony, another is then consecrated into the Sayyadina to continue the line of succession.

Did they want her to be the new Reverend Mother? For the Sisterhood, especially Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam it would be a great victory, having Y/N as Helen’s little spy and shaping the future in Arrakis. However, her main reason to be here was to be with her husband, Feyd-Rautha. She was aware of the obvious fact that Fremens hated Harkonnens and if they found out that Y/N was married to one and carrying his child… she didn’t want to think of that. She had to get out of here but she knew that alone in the desert, she didn’t stand a chance.

Y/N got up as she finished her bread and left the small room, she didn’t have any footwear but the coldness of the ground calmed her senses. Outside of the room she was kept, there was a larger space, there were holes on the walls for Fremens’ rooms to sleep, it must have been daylight because they were all inside and working. Some were training, some were sewing the warrior clothes that were damaged. They all looked at her up and down, their blue eyes screamed ‘’Stranger!’’

They were a society where their eyes talked more than their mouths. The entire Sietch was lit by glowglobs, there were few holes on the tops so sunlight coming through but thanks to the design the inside was perfectly colder than the hell outside. ‘’During the day we don’t go out, not just because of the heat, we don’t want to be seen by the enemy.’’ The woman was explaining as she walked and Y/N was following her like a toddler. She immediately knew who the enemy was, her husband and his family. ‘’At night we go out, we hunt, we attack.’’ She stopped and turned to her, ‘’I’ll teach you how to sandwalk.’’

Y/N watched some videos on it, in order to be safe and not being detected by the giant worms one must learn how to sandwalk, it was like a dance, a dance to Shai-Hulud one might argue. ‘’We learn when we’re only a child.’’ She continued explaining few stuff about her culture and the way of life here. ‘’I am taking you to our Naib. Stilgar.’’ Naib ment ‘’leader of sietch’’ she had to be cunning and manipulative as her sisters. Y/N’s hand went to her stomach and she started to pray silently; Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration…

Feyd-Rautha Harkonenn unlike his older brother Glossu ‘’Beast’’ Rabban he hadalready figured it out that the best time to explore and attack was at night. During the day the desert was a killing machine, because of Rabban they had lost so many useful men. During the day Feyd and his men had made plans on the map of the desert, his first plan was to go to the abandoned cargo ship and deduce himself, maybe he could see something that his men couldn’t and try to find the nearby Sietches, the problem was that these Sietches were hidden so carefully that one couldn’t see but had to know the secret ways to enter. The ones they had found were empty and the rumors had reached his ears, all of the Fremen tribes were getting together to attack him. He had to stop them before it happened and also he had to find his wife. His priorities were shifting and the hologram message he got from his uncle earlier today wasn’t to his liking. Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was furious, he was demanding Y/N’s head. Of course he didn’t say to Feyd that she was pregnant, if Feyd knew he wouldn’t touch her but Baron wanted her dead. He figured they could find another highborn wench for his dear nephew and they could have as many male offspring as they wished. His words ringing in Feyd’s ears; ‘’She put our family name in disgrace. If you don’t take care of her your brother will.’’

Feyd’s blood boiled as soon as he heard that sentence, his throat went dry. He remembered the night of Rabban’s disrespect towards her, Feyd knew what kind of a monster his brother was. Rabban was going to rape her first and then torture her and then kill her. Feyd punched the bathroom mirror, he would burn his entire household to the ground before he let that happen. He looked at his reflection through the broken glass, distorted just like him, she was the opposite of him. She was kind, gentle and he would kill every man on this galaxy to see her and hold her in his strong arms one last time.

As the night came with shiny starts with the moons visible on the night sky, Feyd and his soldiers mounted the ships and left the palace. Their first stop was the cargo ship which was raided by the Fremen and left to rot. ‘’Na- Baron, we have searched the entire ship and only found Lady Na-Baroness’ headscarf as you know. There is nothing here.’’ His old advisor said in a neutral tone, standing behind Feyd who had entered the ship through broken metal lids, as soon as he entered his strong animalistic senses could pick up her pheromones, just like he did with the headscarf his men brought to him but he noticed something strange. Her pheromones were more sweeter than usual, more lively..  He wondered why he was picking that scent but didn’t dwell on it. The ship was just an empty metal box, the Fremen had taken every cable every electrical device they could.

Their next stop nearby rocks and mountains, the search continued till the first light, Feyd was growing restless, he was determined to bring her back  but the first day of rescue failed miserably and his rage had met three of his servants, he put their heads on spikes for everyone to see, he announced before he entered the through the palace’s gigantic stone doors, ‘’The person who finds Lady Na-Baroness will earn enough spice to make him the emperor of this galaxy!’’ he yelled to his army who were standing immobile in the sand garden of the palace, there were only few palm trees and just orange sand. His arm saluted in the Harkonen way and screamed his name;

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

‘’Feyd-Rautha!’’

It had been few weeks since she arrived, the woman who captured her became her friend, Sama was a fierce warrior and also a caring person. She was giving Y/N extra food since she was pregnant. Sama had told her that the reason why she wasn’t was because that Stilgar knew she would be helpful and he was right, Y/N was healing the warriors, helping the old Reverend Mother, making healing potions and teaching it to the young Sayyadinas. She had quickly figured it out that there were no such thing as useless Fremen, the useless ones were killed, they grew up in this hard conditions and trained themselves to be selfless and be at service all the time. When she was free she was wandering in this enormous Sietch and try to eavesdrop. She was quick to learn a new language so she started to understand their daily conversations and yesterday her heart filled with hope because she heard Sama and Stilgar talking about the ‘’Harkonnens’’

Stilgar had said ‘’That boy is looking for someone, do you think it is a coincidence that we found her in the middle of the desert? Wake up Sama!’’ Stilgar had put the pieces together but apparently Sama was in denial, maybe she didn’t want to believe that her new friend was a Harkonnen’s wife…

Every night she was praying to meet him again, see him and melt into his arms. Y/N felt the ring on her finger, it was the wedding ring Feyd had given her, it belonged to her mother.. she had so many questions. Did he really killed his own mother? If he did then what was she suppose to do? She knew that nothing will be answered till she sees him in flesh and blood.

‘’Sayyadina?!’’ someone called her name, she turned to face the owner of the voice, ‘’Reverend Mother has asked your presence in her private chambers.’’ She bowed her head and followed the man, Fremen men were mostly dark skinned and dark haired, they were very muscular and always alert. The curtain was drawn, she cleared her throat and entered, the dim lights gave the room a mysterious look, there were books at every corner, potions and religious artifacts. ‘’Reverend Mother.’’ She bowed, the old woman was sitting on the ground, her entire body covered, only her face could be seen, she motioned with her hand for Y/N to come closer and she did, she sat in front of the old woman.

She was in spice trance, it was evident in her blown eyes and the smell of the spice, she held Y/N’s hand, the grip tenacious. ‘’I see you, all the time..’’ she began, her voice hoarse, ‘’he is looking for his wife… a treachery on his part.’’

Y/N was aware of the fact that too much spice consumption gave one prophecies, ‘’Soon, soon..’’ the old woman started to scream, ‘’Soon! Soon!’’ other Sayaddinas marched in and helped Y/N, the old woman’s grip left a red mark on her wrist.

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Love Thy Enemy

Summary; Y/N Atreides had always been a stranger to the entire galaxy, her bed wasn’t her bed, her home wasn’t her home due to the fact that she was sent to accompany and be sisters with Irulan. She had limited access to her actual family and over the years they grew distant. She thought she would be like Reverend Mother, alone, yet powerful, and soon she would realize that there was no need of being alone when a wild creature had his eyes on her for a long time.

A/N: Long time no see my little doves. I am back. I had some mental issues, my man did me dirty (it was a situationship) and it broke me down but I am fine now. I am the type of ex that you can't reach me once you did me dirty and he keeps trying to reach me but I am not responding. Know your worth besties. This one is short because I wanted to post it immediately. Enjoy!

Warnings: Being kidnapped.

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Chapter Eleven

The travel was smooth, she sat on the empty room, did her meditations, calculated the outcomes etc. After what seemed like a day the ship arrived on the planet of Arrakis, how she longed to see Feyd… however the ship as coming closer to the palace was hijacked by what she assumed Fremen soldiers. With a heavy thud it landed on the desert. She bolted to her feet, getting ready to fight, she could hear conversations in different language outside the ship, two men and women were speaking, they sounded content, another mission done. Soon the hatch was opened by them and Y/N was seen in the empty space, the Fremen were alerted and raised their weapons, Y/N charged one of them and took him down, however the woman of the group got a hold of her by her scarf and dragged her down, her face was revealed. ‘’Let go of-‘’ she was about to use the voice but the woman covered her mouth quickly, her blue eyes due to spice consumption grew larger when she realized that Y/N could use the voice. ‘’Sayyadina.’’ she called her, and then turned to her comrades, they repeated the same thing, ‘’Sayyadina..’’

Y/N didn’t understand the word and its meaning but she calculated that she might survive this, ‘’You are coming with us.’’ The woman said looking into her eyes and hit Y/N’s head, she blacked out.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen woke up in his empty bed, the temperature inside the palace was to his liking, his window covers were opened and let the Arrakis’s morning sun in. He slowly sat on his bed, his bare feet touching the cool surface, he sighed, he had a lot of duties to do today, per usual. As he got to his feet his door was knocked, he immediately deduced that something was off by the person’s knock but he pressed the button on his night table to let the person in. It was his most trusted advisor, ‘’Morning Na-Baron.’’ He greeted and bowed but there was haste in his voice, ‘’What is it now?’’ Feyd said annoyed as he walked to the table near the large window to get a glass of water, the man waited for him to drink his water first to deliver the news.

‘’Lady Na-Baroness,’’ he began and immediately caught his attention, ‘’What happened to my wife?!’’ his voice was stern, the hand he was holding the glass got tighter, ‘’We have news from Giedi Prime, our Na-Baroness.. has escaped the planet… by a cargo ship.’’

Feyd stood there, he knew the purpose of the cargo ships, she was coming here… ‘’Search every cargo ship that has landed on Arrakis.’’ He found himself getting hopeful, she did something he couldn’t do, she brought herself here.

‘’Na-Baron, we have searched…’’ he began, the advisor tried to keep his calm, ‘’And?’’ Feyd asked, feeling something that was out of place.

‘’She wasn’t in the ships, we believe she was kidnapped. One of the ships didn’t return, we cannot reach the pilot and workers inside.’’

Feyd, with primal rage threw the glass to the near windows, it shattered to the ground, their cargo ships usually get stolen or destroyed by the Fremen. She must have been taken by them or… he didn’t want to think further.

‘’How could you let this happen?!’’ he yelled at the advisor, ‘’Our men are searching the entire desert to find the ship.’’ The advisor began, ‘’Gather the council. Immediately.’’ He said and watched the advisor basically run out of the room.

Feyd, in hurry, got ready and marched to the briefing chambers of the palace. On his way no one dared to look at his direction for they heard the news and he was a ticking bomb. The wooden doors were opened for him and he walked in. He had his advisors, commanders in the room, all stood up from the circler table that had the map and coordinates, they bowed their bald heads to greet him.

‘’Where is my wife?!’’ he roared, his voice echoed in the room, one of the braves spoke, ‘’We have located the empty cargo ship, there was a sign of struggle,’’ the man projected the pictures that were taken, ‘’the Captain of the ship and crew were found dead.’’ Everyone could see the dead, Feyd could feel his blood boiling with anger and there was something he couldn’t place, his heart ached with a heavy feeling, he didn’t bring himself to ask if she was dead or not, he didn’t even want to think of that possibility.

‘’Any traces of my wife?’’ he asked with a raspy baritone, the man who explained the situation was much older than him, clearly he was trying to control things but Feyd was like a double edged sword. ‘’We have found a headscarf,’’ he moved his head to one of his team members to bring the material, it was given to Feyd and he smelled the headscarf, when Y/N’s pheromones it his nostrils he closed his eyes with relief, ‘’It’s hers.’’ He replied shortly. The old man was relieved, ‘’Na-Baroness must have left it there on purpose.’’ The old man added, Feyd could see that his men were somewhat hopeful, was it because they were afraid of their Na-Baron or their Na-Baroness gained their affection due to her kindness. He didn’t dwell on it, ‘’I will lead the search team.’’ Feyd said, ‘’And I will join you. Postpone all of the duties until my wife has been found.’’ And he left the room, the headscarf in his palm, his knuckles turning pale.

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