#Dune Part 2

[5ummit]

If I go South, I might lose you...

#paul atreides #chani #zendaya #timothée chalamet #dune #dune part 2 #duneedit #my edit #filmedit #junkfooddaily #userstream #usersavana #usergal #usersmaya #userquel #userkristen #tuserlari #I just needed these scenes side by side #OOF

[faetreides]

you nailed how i imagined modern!feyd to be (batshit crazy) but you think he‘d let cute hello kitty reader put like stickers and bows on his motorcycle and stuff lmao? would he be an ass and be mean about it or would he allow it because reader is all sad and mopey otherwise 😔🎀 (maybe brat reader? like how would mans handle that in the modern au because in the canon verse pissing him off is a bit too scary) and alsoooo i laughed my ass off when you wrote he would debone coryo like a fish because yuh that twink (he could do bad things to me) wouldn’t stand a chance fr

he would actually make coryo so concerned, like they’re both from well off families (feyd just does underground fighting bc for the #love of the game) but coryo will be like “these poor people are CRAZY.” coryo gives off the vibes of he’d tell someone to kill for him (especially when he gets older, or he wouldn’t get his hands dirty if he does it himself & he’s methodical), feyd is tearing out throats with his teeth. he’d tackle his uncle and start stabbing, he’d gnaw his own arm off just for fun like you can’t compete where you don’t compare tbh. (coryo’s still my bf tho <3)

anyway,

cw: 18+ mdni, typical feyd warnings, spanking/pain play type stuff

modern!feyd would only let you put stickers on his bike if they’re the ones that are like hello kitty holding a gun or something. it’s not like he’s afraid that the softer ones will undermine his masculinity or anything, feyd’s ripping into other men with no real regard for keeping their bodies intact, it’s just that the cutesy stickers go on his helmet. he’ll let you tie a ribbon around his bicep and film videos of him flexing and making it pop off. he would wear matching pjs with you, but he doesn’t want to get blood on them so he sticks to his trusty sweats. he’s the kind of person to wear black in the hot summer sun because he’s spiteful enough to not give a fuck about heatstroke, like it’s something he could fight lmao. gets a matching dear daniel x hello kitty tattoo with you i fear, or a my melody x kuromi one since that’s more your dynamic.

brat!reader with canon era feyd does scare me to death, but with modern!feyd it’s fun to think about…. to a degree. like if you keep it up, he’s pausing the match and dragging you inside the ring to spank you in front of everyone. open palm strikes with half of his strength, if he used all of it your ass might fall off. his rings add even more sting. you learn quickly to know when to pack it up and throw in the towel, because he will NEVER be the one to test out your devious little ideas and macinations out on. he’ll shove a vibrator up your pussy and take you for a long ride on his bike, ignoring the way you try to hump him as he points out the sights he thinks you’d be interest in. weirdly punishes you by fucking nice and slow when you want your shit rocked, he doesn’t even edge you or anything, he just gives it you so soft and sweet and holds your hips down so you can’t try to buck them.

in some ways, you being at his matches has helped his abilities. (you do have to come to his fights btw, if you’re not there expect the rumble of his engine to be heard outside of wherever you’re at. feyd will get his unlce to cancle the match if you’re not there, he’s ultimately a certain kind of performer and if the key audience member isn’t there??? what’s the point.) he has to keep an eye on you, which helps him multitask. he’ll be punching some fuckin’ loser into an unrecognizable pulp while, out of the corner of his eye, making sure that no one’s trying to drag you into any wagers or into their cars. he’s curious if you could cum just from watching one of his fights, from hearing the agonized whimpers of his opponent as feyd effortlessly conquers them. something about you must be sick, because the more ruthless he is in a fight, the higher you’re jumping on him and the more marks you’re sucking into his neck.

you’re so clumsy with it, always putting too much teeth into your hickeys. but that’s just the way he likes it, because you know he’s actively holding back from biting you so hard that’s nearly cannibalizing you. (side note: loves gorey horror, nothing too funny or artsy, he likes shit that cares more about the pure carnage than quips or wide camera shots. hannibal is too “fancy” for him, he always asks you to explain what the fuck they’re talking about.) definition of mauling you like a bear, fucking him is like meeting God if they were an eldritch horror and you were on the brink of death. it is NOT for the weak, his thick arms holding you in a headlock as he pistons his gigantic cock into your cervix. he makes you cum until pass out, then he makes you do it again to wake you up. really good at resetting your brain if you need him too.

modern!feyd who gives you the ultimate scary guard dog priviledge. you’re going about your business in a store and he’s practically vibrating behind you, foaming at the mouth and waiting for some mf to try it with you so he can berserk. but no one ever takes the bait, just one look at his deranged ass and they’re swiftly turning on their heels and high tailing it out of the apple store (you’re taking too long to pick what color imac you want.) copies whatever pictures you saw on pinterest, acting as your little prop. wrapping a tattooed hand around your throat, mirror selfies where he’s holding you over his shoulder by your ass, gross close ups of his long tongue wrapped around yours, insta stories directed at paul specficially bc he won’t stay out of your dms. asks his opponents for date ideas while he’s beating their ass 💀, made his uncle organize a remartch (even though feyd won) with the guy who limped over to your adorably clad in pink form and asked you to get boba (because he noticed feyd giving you your favorite before his fights).

pierced dick, would sharpen his teeth and make his tongue forked. face tattoos + whatever piercing’s more painful. big in body mods overalls like he sees himself as an extension of his motorcycle that he’s always illeggaly modding, fast and furious type specs that no court of law would deem road safe. but he always devotes part of his brain to making sure you’re safe when you ride along with him, reaching behind him and his black painted nails rubbing comforting little circles into your plush thighs. ambidextrous by choice and practice, for sure has a cauliflower ear. whenever you’re sad and pouting, he’s grabbing your chin in between his thumb an pointer finger and lifting your head up so he lovingly teases you about being a crybaby and so he can lick your tears away. (and he doesn’t even do it with sexual intent, feyd’s genuinely just trying to consume your sadness directly since word’s aren’t his strong suit.) could fall asleep in an ice bath, has done it before, dad type snoring like you wouldn’t believe.

loves it when you ride him in any kind of water, you have to pack extra strength sun screen if you’re going to be out in the sun though bc he WILL burn more often than not. still has your pussy gorilla glue gripping his length though, there’s no pain on earth that would put him out of comission & that’s a promise.

#feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha x reader #feyd oneshot #feyd x you #feyd x reader #feyd smut #feyd rautha #feyd fanfiction #feyd imagine #dune #dune x you #dune x reader #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune smut #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler smut #⚰️.deaddove

[fqntasies]

Prize - Feyd Rautha x Reader

Summary: The Na-Baron is set to fight in the arena once more; yet his opponent's reveal is a shock to you and perhaps the other Harkonnen as well. Upon his impending victory, your husband claims you as his prize, ravenous, of course.

Disclaimer: connected to my other fics of feyd. I dont write my stories as chapters, but rather time-jumps to various moments in the reader & feyd's story (considering that I write you both as connected through dreams since childhood, betrothed, etc.)

Word Count: 1,988

This was to be the second fight you would witness of the Na-Baron's, a momentous celebratory event that filled arena's and sparked a sense of frenzy among the inhabitants of Giedi Prime. The first you had witnessed took place just months before your wedding ceremony; in part a testimony of the Na-Baron's prowess and strength, a claim perhaps to your hand, if you were to view it as such. The spectacle had left you breathless then, and you were certain this time such a reaction would be warranted as well. If nothing else, the racing of your heart and the thunderous chorus of the crowds stood attest to it. They were like beasts among the stands, delirious for their prince, and loyal to their homeworld above all else, chants in the air.

This particular occasion already felt separate. Opponents were typically drugged enemy houses or military prisoners let loose in the triangular space, as was custom. But not today. You had seen odd glances among the servants, and even whispers from other members of the Harkonnen house along passing corridors. Something had been changed in the lineup. But what? Had a prisoner been injured? Escaped before the fight? When you look to your handmaidens, they give nothing away but reassuring nods, pale skulls angling towards where the battle will commence after but a moment.

You could not deduce; instead aware of the light breeze that clips at the base of your neck, and the blinding light that reigns above. It casts sharp shadows over your party, jutting from the edge of the alcove's decorative ceiling.

You stand from your seat to walk the few paces to the edge of the balcony, the dark silk of your gown sliding across your thighs like rivets of water. It is just a few paces, but you feel as though you have stepped into a new world as the sun lathes you in it's blanket of heat. You press your palms against the stone that greets you, and eyes turn down, fixed at the doors to the far north of the arena. The ring on your finger sparkles brilliantly in the day, and for a moment, the roars around you are deafening.

Then, silence... and there he is.

You see that pale visage stark against the darkness behind him, hands gripping twin blades, and you are rapt with attention. Feyd's shoulders heave with his heavy breaths, armor only enhancing his form. You knew if you were to stand up close, his eyes would be endless black pools, ravenous for the blood that was to spill before him, striking against the milky softness of his skin. He was his own animal. Foreignly alien, and yet yours all the same. Husband.

You blush as his eyes find yours abruptly, and he stalks from the entryway, steps bringing him towards you in the sand, even as he is leagues below. Your mind drifts to just hours before, where the Na-Baron had caged you among ebony blankets in your shared chambers, leaving no escape from the broadness of him in the cool of the morning. Ghosts of his tongue and mouth have you heaving a breath; licking your lips as though parched. You knew you would dream of him again tonight, even as his arms would trap you like a vice in the safety of sleep. It thrilled and frightened you alike.

Feyd lifts his blade in oath above his head, like a promise to the heavens, and you nod in reply as that sharp edge glints in the light. This blood he spills for you. Always for you. As he would for any who dared to come between.

When he turns, he rolls his shoulders languidly with a tilt of his head. Ready to strike. And you shift to look towards the very same gates he had come through moments ago. That's when you pause - a breath catching in surprise.

The harpies - you were sure of it; their angled forms were roped about each other, a strangling mess of light limbs as they were dragged by burly guards towards the center of the sands. An offering before their dark prince. Proposed like some strange kind of sacrificial lamb.

Suddenly you knew - this was what had made everyone so surprised.

Feyd has turned again, his face now determined, set. You can see it in the sharpness of his jaw, like he vibrates with a new kind of rage. It's his declaration of his love. He will destroy the things that sought to destroy them and their bond; greedy creatures who cared not for the destiny set before their master. Only seeking flesh and carnal sustenance.

At one point, members of the Harkonnen house had thought to leash the Na-Baron with the harpy creatures; perhaps thinking such temptations could control him, avenues orchestrated by the Baron himself, or Rabban, though you assumed the former. But they had failed to see the lengths to which Feyd was devoted to you, had never known the dreams you both had shared since before your very meeting.

This was what he offered to you. Power and promise. Heady in the air, and ripe with opportunity.

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When they were lifeless upon the sands, you meet your husband's gaze again. There is red painting his body like stars in the milkyway; and a gash covers his chest where one of the harpies had caught him in her claws. He sways a bit, almost drunkenly; and a bloodied grin paints handsome features as he picks up a pace towards you, black cloak carrying behind him like a billowing shadow. You know where he is headed, as his form disappears beneath. It sets your heart to a stampede, goosebumps prickling along the flesh of your arms, and you are swift to dart from the cover of your ladies.

He hunts you, a hulking form somewhere below, closer and closer.

You envision the Na-Baron stalking through the main doors as you flit between sunlight and shadows, a rasp low in his chest as he parts his lips to taste the air, bloodlust and craving. A needy hunger. It makes your legs feel unstable as you blindly chase between archways, imagining the ghost of your prince behind you at your neck. Would he grab you, you wonder...? Would such hands that had slaughtered moments ago trap you now? The horror. The wonder. Your fingers grasp fistfuls of your gown, bare feet pressing against the cool of the marble under your padded steps.

You huddle swiftly behind a wall to catch your breath, angling your jaw to listen as you puff air in and out of your lungs.

"I know your here, princess."

You startle in silence, running cold - gosh - that voice. It was a weak point for you, Feyd had learned swiftly (as had you). A dangerous piece of knowledge, used more often than not as a way to keep you in your shared bed, wanton and delirious as he sought you out. You knew he carried a dare in his words now. Try to run, little rabbit. Try and see.

You want him to catch you, you think. Though perhaps not yet. Your mind fights for what to do - envisions him around you, and you battle the fog of your machinations in a fleeting moment - dashing towards a new hall at the opposite side of the room.

His laugh is low and drawn out as you fly from him, turning into a growl. You are nearly through a new door when he has you - twisting your fighting form and pulling you with him into the unfamiliar space, strong fingers gripping at your waist.

Then he is claiming your mouth with his, pulling you down with him and into his lap, arms trapping you like you were meant to be there - precisely so - all tongue and taste; the two of you stumbling against a wall. You moan - preen against him, fitting to his hold like a puzzle piece that was perfectly matched.

The slide of his tongue on yours is wet and heavy - and in the haze of kisses you see his eyes heavy lidded, watching, following a growl and the nip of his black teeth. It has you sighing again, mewling like some wanton thing, and the silk of your skirts are gripped in his hand at your hip, which cranes to push you against him. The other angles your neck, tipping your mouth deeper into his, and you think for a moment there is no where else you could go. No where quite like this where you belong so completely. His touch is so warm, and broad - iron too, you are aware that even if you attempted a form of escape, he would have you again in an instant.

"- My prince."

His eyes flash at your breathy words. You two had danced this game before - pretending it was your first meeting, feigning some kind of unaware strangers scenario, though you were both well aware of the visions that plagued each other's sleep for years.

He couldn't ignore the calling of your soul even if he tried.

"My lady." He sounds debauched as he cranes to attach a hot mouth to the spot below your ear, and you arch further into him, brows knitting together at the sensation; fighting for control. You make that sound again - the gentle whine that makes his eyes nearly roll back in his skull, and he chases it with another lathe of his tongue, and a warning rumble in his chest.

Don't tempt me - he taunts.

You have half a mind to mark him the same.

"You're not leaving this time, sweet one. I still haven't even gotten your name." His words proceed a suck at your bottom lip, and you angle to taste him in the fog that covers your mind. You almost don't understand the words in your haze; but the smile you taste in his kisses brings you back, and you pull away enough to face him, lips detaching from his own with a wet gleam.

"But my lord - you know I am engaged." the rumble he makes is another warning, hips against your own as his hands hold you there.

"Then I shall cut him down like all the rest." There is a pride and a jealousy that glimmers in the Na-Baron's eyes, even in this pretend world the two of you have crafted, and it takes you a moment to snap out of your heady admiration of him, chasing after his tongue with your own as you lean back in. Heads turn this way, and that, the heat of your breaths and the wetness of your kisses filling the silence of the space you've chosen.

Feyd groans - followed by a gentle tilt of your head, and his lips are by your ear, his hand in your hair, a commanding hold - though you know he'd never hurt you.

"I quite think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you, little one?" You pant softly in response, only able to suffice a delicate nod in his embrace, overcome with your desire for him. And that's all he needs to hear, sliding his tongue against yours once more before he's hoisting you in his arms, the fabric of your dress bundling by his hold, baring the soft tenderness of your thighs. It has the muscles in his neck craning with a ragged groan, eyes trailing to meet yours with barely restrained tension. A man at his breaking point.

His swift strides have you clinging tightly to him, nose against his neck, pressed just under his ear. The wafting aroma of his cologne and the sweat and blood of the arena are filling your senses. You know he brings you to your chambers; the grip of his hands and the speed of his steps tell you as much; it makes you taste your lip between your teeth, pressing just so against him.

His prize.

#WE'RE BACK BABYYY #y'all know i couldnt stay away from another feyd fic #enjoy this delicious chapter #gosh i just wanna kiss a man #and feyd's got the most kissable mouth ever its so not fair #feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #x reader #fanfic #dune #dune part 2 #dune pt 2 #dune 2 fanfic #austin butler #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x you #feyd x you

[bbygirl-paul]

rewatching dune 2 and i completely forgot how batshit insane it is that paul uses his first lines in the movie to try and manifest his mom's miscarriage

#like WHAT #we really glossed over how mentally unwell he is my poor meow meow #alia and paul #alia atreides #alia #paul atreides #paul #dune #dune part 2 #dune 2 #dune 2024 #dune part ii #dune part two #dune movie #jessica and paul #jessica atreides #lady jessica #jessica

[keefechambers]

dune + tumblr posts

#dune #dune part 2 #paul atreides #feyd-rautha harkonnen #chani kynes #feydpaul #lady jessica #glossu rabban #piter de vries #thufir hawat #leto atreides

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

In Time

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble - 2K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: none really this is very fluffy because I'm a slut for Feyd being soft with you and nobody else

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You wandered the dark halls of the palace. Geidi Prime was dark, cold, and lonely. You missed Ix, your home world. You had been sent to Geidi Prime as an offering of sorts. The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha was of age and needed a wife. Several options from the Great Houses had been sent and you were there to represent Ix as its only princess. You truly did not care for this polluted planet and knew someone as plain as you considered yourself to be would not catch the Na-Baron’s eye. So, you wandered the halls in search of nothing in particular. A grand palace was very different from the labs of Ix. Everything on Ix was below the surface of the planet, the only reason to go to the surface was to travel. So here you wandered, the glow from your levitating lamp was all that accompanied you. You heard your steps echo before you stopped. You activated your shield, a bluish blur settling over you. You stood still, listening for something as you felt the air around you shift. You softly pressed a button on your wrist control pad, the light from your lamp going out. You sat in complete darkness, yet you knew you weren’t alone. Pressing another button your eyes shone like an animal in the dark, searching for prey through the night vision. 

“I can see you.” you said to the man ducking low behind a pillar a few feet from you. You walked over to him as he rose to his full height; he towered over you and he was most definitely a Harkonnen. You tried to walk past him but he followed you.

“You’re not allowed in this wing.” he said gruffly, trailing behind you closely.

“And what wing would this be?” you sighed out, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. 

“The engineering wing,” he said, now walking next to you.

You let out a laugh, “This is exactly where I should be. Feels like home.” you said.

“Home?” the stranger asked.

“Ix - aka the high tech planet. We make everything useful and somehow we are still forgotten.” you sighed, shrugging off the sadness in your statement. You turned into a room that was exuding light in the hallway, the only light in this dreary place. It looked like one of the basic mechanic labs on Ix but for the Harkonnens this must have been impressive. You went to one of the tables before grabbing specific tools. The stranger watched you from the doorway, leaning against it. 

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Fixing a glitch.” you said nonchalantly as you pulled out your right eye. 

Feyd walked closer, watching your nimble fingers work to fix something so small. “You made your own eye?” 

“Eyes,” you corrected. “I was born without eyes, a strange mutation but Ix has such advanced technology I have always been able to see.” you said as you snapped the final piece into place. You put your eye back in, blinking a few times to get it recalibrated and working. You clicked a few buttons on your wrist control pad, watching as it ran diagnostics through your right eye while refocusing the left. 

“Do you invent things like the others from Ix?” he asked, watching your pupils dilate repeatedly. 

“I’m not that talented,” you chuckled, “I am excellent at repairs though, I enjoy fixing or upgrading random things in the palace. Mother hates it, says it's for the servants to do.” You rolled your eyes.

“Can you fix this?” Said the man, handing you his shield device. “It turns on but falters.”

You took it from his pale hand, fingers connecting, sending a chill up your hand in the most pleasant way. You inspected it before unlatching the cover and began prodding the wires. You used different tools from all over the room, the man’s eyes never left you. 

“Why are you on Geidi Prime if you’re the princess of Ix?” He asked, sitting slightly closer as he watched you melt wires together. 

You faltered for a moment, setting your tools down before letting out a sigh. “I’m a prospective bride for the Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” You said with a grimace.

The stranger chuckled, “Not a fan of his?” He asked. 

“I’m not a fan of being a prize for some stranger to win.” you corrected him. 

“You’re not afraid of him?” he asked, sounding like he was in slight disbelief. 

“I fear no one. Fear is the mind killer.” you replied.

“You’re Bene Gesserit?” he asked with slight disdain. 

“No, but it is a good mantra to hold. Once you know the horrors of the universe and fear nothing, the universe is yours.” you said, clicking the receptor into place.

“And what will you do if he picks you?” he asked.

“That depends. If he is a brute, I will endure and bring both our houses honor. If he is gentle, I will grow to love him, and hope he loves me in return. Either way I will do my duty. My happiness is all that hangs in the balance. But that has never mattered much to men.” you finished before fastening his shield to his torso armor. You turned it on, the blue blur covering him. You grabbed a screwdriver, flipping it over before attempting to stab him. The shield caught the sharp, not allowing it to pass.

You put the screwdriver back on the table, “There, all fixed.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“You could have stabbed me.” he smiled back.

“But I didn’t.” you pointed at him before walking towards the door. “Come on.” you motioned for him to follow you.

“Where to next?” he asked.

“I should probably return to my chambers; I could be engaged tomorrow. Best to get some sleep.” you sighed once again. 

“If he asked, gave you a choice, what would you say?” the man asked, walking beside you down the corridor. 

“Feyd Rautha? Well… if he were like you I’d be inclined to say yes.” you smiled softly, glancing at him.

“Like me?” he asked with a bit of shock in his voice.

“Kind, curious. You are the only Harkonnen who has been either to me. Everyone else is… cold. People on Ix are quite similar, mother always said I was too emotional. Said it was a weakness that ‘inhibited one's ability to see reason’. But I think it can be a strength. It allows for one to truly feel, to truly connect with others.”

“Did you connect with others on Ix?” he asked.

“No, not much. It has always been a lonely existence, my plants and trinkets were company enough.” you replied, looking down with slight shame.

The man gently grabbed you hand in his cold pale one, “You won’t always be alone.” he said, giving your hand a slight squeeze before bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “The princess with the magic eyes.”

Your lips tipped up at the affectionate name, “Y/N.” you said, realizing you never told him your name. “Princess Y/N of Ix.” you said giving a curtsey while he still held your hand. 

He chuckled before kissing your knuckles again, “Goodnight Princess Y/N of Ix.” he said before letting you go. 

You watched him walk down the hall into the darkness, wondering if your family would accept a Harkonnen on Ix as the mystery man made you feel something inside. Your eyes widened, realizing you never got his name, you looked up quickly to ask him but he was already gone. You turned in for the night, drifting off to thoughts of the man you met that night. 

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The maids that traveled with you finished adorning you in your house colors, gold and black. You looked at yourself in your mirror, sighing.

“You look beautiful my lady, the Na-Baron would be lucky to have you.” your maid said. 

You smiled sadly at her, nodding in agreement. Your chamber door slid open, multiple guards filled in. “Time to go princess.” he said, leading you down the hallways before entering the Great Hall. You saw 10 other women from the various Great Houses standing in a line before the Baron. 

“Fine specimens for my nephew, he will enjoy whomever he chooses.” the Baron said to Rabban with a sick laugh.

You rolled your eyes, clasping your hands together in front of you. You prayed that you were overlooked and could leave Geidi Prime as soon as possible. You heard the Grand Hall doors open once more and watched the man from last night round all of you to stand next to the Baron. 

“Nephew!” he said.

Your stomach hit the floor, your eyes bulging. You felt faint as you started to tremble slightly. The man from last night was Feyd Rautha Harkonnen himself. “Fuck. Me.” you damned yourself. 

“Choose your bride.” the Baron said, motioning to you all. 

Feyd started at the opposite end of women, slowly walking past each one. The tension was agonizing. Now that you knew who the man from last night was, you regret everything you said to him. You tried to stab him for fucks sake. Who knew what sick plans he had for you. You stared at the ground  until you saw two black boots standing before you. 

“This one.” you heard his gruff voice say before you felt his cool fingers tilt your chin up. Your eyes held nervous tears, afraid of your now set future. 

“Princess Y/N of Ix, a fine choice.” the Baron said. “See that the others leave Geidi Prime safely. Clear the room, give my nephew time to converse with his new bride.” the Baron said before leaving the Grand Hall with everyone else. 

“I - I’m so sorry Lord Na-Baron, please forgive me for everything last night. If I had known it was you I would not have been so… so…” you stumbled. 

“Normal?” he said, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “I picked the princess with the magic eyes for a reason.” he said, hand falling to gently graze yours, yet giving you plenty of space to pull away from his touch. 

“I should have acted in a manner befitting my station.” you whispered. 

“I didn’t pick you because I wanted a princess.” he said.

“Why then?” you asked cautiously.

“I picked you because you act with humanity, with emotion. Something lacking on Geidi Prime. Something lacking within myself.” he said with a tinge of sorrow. 

“That’s not true.” you said, softly grasping his hand. You heard him suck in a sharp breath as you looked up to him. “Your eyes are blue.” you said with a small smile.

“Your eyes are magic.” he responded, not quite sure how small talk goes between people who were not Harkonnens always discussing war or bloodshed or greed. 

You smiled at his words, nobody else had ever been impressed by your one invention, your eyes had always been deemed mid level impressive to those on Ix. 

“I’m not a brute,” he said, holding both your hands. “I wish to see you happy on Geidi Prime. I must act with a hardened disposition but… not with you. Never with you.” he spoke. 

You dropped one of his hands to cradle his face. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and getting lost in it. The sight saddened your heart, he had not known a gentle touch. “We can bring each other happiness, in time.” you said as you thumbed over his cheek bone. 

“And… perhaps love. In time.” he said, opening his eyes. His hand grasped yours from his face before kissing your palm. 

You leaned up, briefly connecting your lips in a soft kiss. His hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “All in good time, Na-Baron, my husband.” you smiled. 

“Feyd,” he said. “Just Feyd to you, my Na-Baroness, my wife.” you could just see his black teeth with the slight smile he gave you. 

“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha and Na-Baroness Y/N.” you said your formal titles, well, what would be your formal titles by the end of the week. Harkonnens wasted little time with wedding ceremonies, only wanting an heir as soon as possible. 

His name sounded like a prayer on your tongue as he leaned his forehead against yours, holding you close to him. Your hands rested on his chest, breathing him in. He wasn’t a brute, your happiness didn’t hang in the balance. You wanted to nurture each other, what more could you have asked for? 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! To all my new and old fans out there, thank you for reading my stuff! Still madly in love with this little psycho but I tend to write him as a soft boy because I love the "hates everyone but you" trope. Next Feyd fic will be a smut piece so be on the look out for that. I would love some Feyd requests so don't be shy, please send them my way! Thanks again, <3!!!! XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO

#feyd x you #feyd imagine #feyd x reader #feyd smut #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen #dune part two #writing #dune part 2 #harkonnen #rabban harkonnen #baron harkonnen #austin butler

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Makes me sooooo Mentally Ill that bit at the end where Stilgar says "we await your orders, Lisan al Gaib" and then they cut to the guy this massive crowd of people are awaiting orders from and it's a bleeding, exhausted teenager on the verge of tears who definitely needs medical attention and can't even look any of them in the eye out of shame and horror for what he's about to do . like. I can't articulate it but. this absolute Mess of a guy. this injured child. this is your leader. to whom you're asking permission to start a terrible war. and he says yes. he doesn't even want to fucking be there. we await your orders. I feel sick.

#dune #dune part 2 #paul atreides #it's the cut from this massive army all ready to go fuck people up to their leader that they'll obey ANY command of even the most terrible #and said leader looks like a scared little kid #yeah something is mad wrong with me

[thespicemustflowgirls]

" it's lethal for men. "

#paul atreides #lady jessica #dune #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune part ii #timothée chalamet #rebecca ferguson #paul muad'dib #duneedit #mygifs #chani kynes #chani #zendaya

[harkonnen-darkness]

『 𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖙? 』

- Why am I worth it? -

◈ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen X f! Reader

┄ Short OneShot to my fanfiction 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰. ┄ Words: ca. 2k ┄ written at 3am last night, bacause I'm not sleeping anymore. 🩸

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭! 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞!, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡), 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐲 & 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳𝐲, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 🖤, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞?

𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.” , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧? 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. “𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞.” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞…

𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 '𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬' 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭.

“𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.” 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. “𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.” , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. “𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐲/𝐧] [𝐲/𝐥/𝐧], 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞! 𝐁𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞!” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?” 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐖𝐡𝐲… 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?” , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. “𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 ‘𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲’ 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬? 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮. “𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞.” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐍𝐨, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞!” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? “𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮!” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞!” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭. “𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨… 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.” '𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞,' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲.

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝'𝐬? 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. “𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫. 𝐁𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲. “𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. “𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.” 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡. “𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞!” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥! 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩. “𝐀𝐡, 𝐧𝐨! 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞?” , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩? “𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭!” , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. “𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. “𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.” , 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫ˊ𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

#feyd rautha dune #dune oneshot #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #dune part 2 #dark aesthetic #feyd x reader #dune 2

[timotheecontent]

DUNE: PART 2 (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve

#dune part 2 #zendaya #timothée chalamet #chani kynes #paul atreides #filmedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #gifs #dune 2 #~ #she's so unserious #keep up little mouse

[thealexandriaarchives]

If you're one of the people who haven't read the Dune novels or haven't read them since the Villeneuve adaptation brainrot set in, just a couple friendly reminders I haven't seen yet!

The scar on Gurney Halleck's face is from an Inkvine Whip, the same type used by (and possibly the same one as) Glossu Rabban when he was a slave on Giedi Prime.

Despite this killer backstory we don't get Gurney vs. Rabban in the book! Rabban dies offscreen in the battle and both we and Gurney are denied catharsis. Frank loves that.

But almost Not! Because you see, Muad'Dib was in full 'IDGAF about War Crimes' mode at the end of the book, and he'd promised his boy a present of equal or lesser value with the same name. Wrote him a little coupon. 'One Harkonnen to Kill in a Brutal and Humiliating Fashion, exchange for one Nuclear Warhead'

Which leads us to the final scene, where it turns out the only Harkonnen left alive is Feyd-Rautha and Gurney is really eager to remind Paul of what their deal was.

But as we know, Paul is the Duke, the Boy-Messiah, The Emperor to be, and he can absolutely take backsies on promised Good-Boy Points atrocities.

I'm not going to get into all the ways Feyd-Rautha is differently portrayed in the book and movies, but in what is either a 'cowardly move' or the Harkonnen thought process of' 'oh hell no this guy has a serious grudge against my family, I just got free of my uncle for 20 seconds, now I'm about to spend my whole Barony getting tortured-raped to death that ain't how I wanna go out', Feyd-Rautha invokes the ancient vendetta between the Atredies & Harkonnen clans that the Harkonnens put forward a claim to call off (in bad faith but on the record) while Leto on the Record sent back a reply saying 'suck my balls you snakes it's been 10,000 years, it's on sight', which means Paul has to fight him instead in 1:1 combat.

Of course in the Villeneuve adaptation there are many many minor and larger changes that alter Feyd's character for the better, but removing a lot of his more explicit sexual abuse and manipulative pleasing behaviors to survive means we lose a lot of his internal dialogue and his best actions. He is no longer the one to have the slave not be drugged at the fight, he doesn't get to try to kill his uncle with a harem boy that looks just like Paul Atredies and have it backfire miserably. But he does get to stand up and announce himself as the Emperor's champion when he doesn't need to, simply because he wants to and he has things to gain.

It may, with the rewrites, be the only time this version of Feyd-Rautha gets to make a meaningful choice about his destiny.

Plus, Gurney got to kill Rabban, so everyone got something!

#Villeneuve really does love these characters #he wants the best for them but they're all in competition #duneposting #dune meta #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #gurney halleck #Feyd-Rautha #dune 2 #dune #dune part 2 #dune part two

[fatherless-stuff]

Somebody please write a healthy AU. I'm begging you all! This fandom is allergic to happiness! I need them to be happy from start to finish!

#feyd rautha #paul atreides #dune part 2 #feyd x paul #feydpaul #paul atreides x feyd rautha #paul x feyd #please dear authors of any fanfic platform really

[thetremorssaga]

#stampedetremors #restorethetremorssaga #tremorstuesday #tremors #stampmeme #graboids #tremorstheseries #burt gummer #90s movies #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune 2 #dune #sandworm #arrakis #bookblr #books #book #movie #change #michael gross #frank herbert #tremors franchise

[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[Paul Atreides × F!Reader ] 3177 words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor's eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them...

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? (More strangers to lovers tbh) ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE, not proofread LOL

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions

A/n: Next chapter is gonna be a hefty one… So here is low key a filler chapter before shit gets real. Requests are open!

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Six———

[Two days before the ceremony]

You find yourself in the sprawling garden grounds, strolling through the lush foliage and winding pathways. The air is fresh and cool, filled with the scent of flowers and shrubs.

A light breeze catches the skirts, sending a playful swirl of air around your legs. The fabric drifting lightly with each step.

The scene is tranquil and serene, a break from the stress and preparations of the impending wedding.

You stand on the cliff side, the wind whipping at you as you admire the water, feeling the gentle breeze on your face, the faint scent of pollen and vegetation in the air. You watch the waves crashing below, the sunlight gleaming off the ocean's surface.

You quite enjoy the moment of quiet solitude, the beauty and tranquility providing a welcome respite from the stresses and frenzied activity of the upcoming ceremony.

you take in a deep breath as the scene unfolds before you, the fresh air filling your lungs and soothing your mind. The sounds of the waves and the rustling leaves are a balm on your ears, a reminder of the natural forces beyond human control. These forces are so far removed from the court games and power struggle of life within the imperial palace.

You close your eyes, relishing the peace and seclusion. The breeze touches your face with a familiar warmth, the soothing sounds of the ocean washing away all concerns and anxieties. For a brief moment, you think you hear someone call your name, but you dismiss it as just the wind.

Suddenly, a warm, strong hand brushes your shoulder, startling you as you open your eyes. You quickly turn to see Paul standing beside you, watching you peacefully enjoying the scenery. You quickly recover, finding your nerves returning in a sudden rush.

"Am I disturbing you?" he asks, his voice gentle and reassuring as he studies you.

"I was simply enjoying the beautiful morning" you reply, he is dressed casually in a shirt and pants, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms.

He laughs lightly, "It is a beautiful morning, indeed,” he says with a smirk,

“but are you not supposed to be occupied with bridal preparations?" You groan, wanting to escape the stress for just a moment.

"I needed a respite from the endless preparations," you say with a light, playful tone. "It was driving me mad."

"Is the wedding really so arduous?" he says, an element of mock surprise in his tone. "I would have thought that the bride would be more delighted at the prospect of her wedding, that it would be a moment of joy and celebration."

You chuckle, the soft sound echoing through the quiet garden. you sense the lightness and ease of this encounter, the bantering between you so unlike the stiff, formalities of court etiquette. The rush of adrenaline and excitement within you escalates, your mind racing with the possibilities of this moment.

"Perhaps the bride-to-be is more concerned with the responsibilities of adulthood than the joy of her wedding," you reply boldly, the playful banter evident in your tone.

Paul smiles at this, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer before he glances away. He seems amused by your boldness, and his voice holds a subtle hint of admiration as he replies.

"I would have thought our future empress would thrive on the challenge of leadership and responsibility. It is not for the faint of heart, after all."

You feel a faint flutter of pleasure as he calls you "our future empress". There is something about his confidence in you that gives you pause, and the way he looks at you now holds a hint of affection and respect.

"I'm certainly no wilting lily," you quip, "but there is a difference between being a leader, and being shackled by the responsibilities of leadership. Paul hums in agreement, his hair blowing slightly in the Caladan breeze.

You are aware of the way your bodies are close to each other, the nearness fueling the flutter of excitement within you. Your eyes linger on his face, the slight smirk still on his lips.

Paul finally breaks the stare, his voice still playful but carrying a hint of wistfulness. "The expectations upon you will be immense," he says softly.

"As with you" You say

He chuckles at this—-he is undoubtedly aware of the weight of the empire upon his shoulders.

"As with me, he agrees, "but yours is different. As future Empress, you will be at the mercy of the imperial court, at the whims and desires of the nobility and the power-hungry nobles of the court.

"Mine may be a path of responsibility or even isolation, but yours will be a path of constant negotiation and intrigue. there will be many people who wish to influence your opinions and bend your will to their desires."

He pauses, his voice softening. "It will be a difficult battle - an endless struggle to defend yourself from those who would use your power and influence for their own ends. you must be strong and resolute, or they will swallow you whole.”

"I'm aware of the runnings of the court, my lord" you say

he nods, appreciative of your understanding.

"I know that you are, but it's a different thing to experience it for yourself, to be exposed to the machinations of the imperial court, all with the weight of the imperium on your shoulders."

He takes one step closer to you, his voice softening further.

"I will be with you, every step of the way. I will be your greatest ally. and if anyone threatens or challenges you, they will have me to contend with.”

"I extent that virtue to you as well" you say before turning back to the view

He smiles at your response. There is a hint of warmth in the way his eyes linger upon yours, as if he wants to say something but doesn't know how to express it.

"Know you will keep looking out for me,” he says, his voice quiet and soothing. "I hope you will let me protect you as well."

The two of you sit in a comfortable moment of silence, letting the wind wash over you as the sea clashes against the earth.

"There is something I wish to give you on this very day," he says, the warmth of his voice filling your ears. "It is a small gift, but it represents our friendship and my trust in you, and I was wondering if you might accept it."

He pauses for a beat, the anticipation clear in his eyes. Then he pulls a slender silver pendant from his pocket. It hangs from a delicate chain, the intricate workmanship of the metallic pattern swirling around the pendant, the metal glistening in the sunlight.

He holds the pendant out to you, the chain slightly shaking with every movement. You are aware of the slight brush of his fingertips as he hands it to you, the warmth of his touch sending a tingle down your spine.

You take the pendant in your hand, the light shimmering off the silver catching your eye.

Paul's eyes are fixed on you, watching your reaction. the pendant hangs in your hand, a simple but luxurious display of his affection. the silver sparkles in the light, a reminder of the promise of your union and the power of this moment.

You smile, "Thank you" your thanks is filled with genuine appreciation.

You turn around, moving your hair away from the nape of your neck as you reach your hand out to hand him the necklace, signaling him to put it on

He takes the necklace gently from you, his fingers lingering along your neck for a moment. He steps even closer, his breath warm as he reaches around and places the necklace at your nape, adjusting the length so it hangs just below your collarbone.

Paul lingers his hands behind your neck, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin on your neck. You can feel the slightest flutter of excitement as he adjusts the necklace, the sensation making you even more aware of his presence.

"There", he says quietly, his voice low and soothing.

He steps back, his eyes lingering on the necklace as he watches it glimmer against your neck. He seems pleased with the way it hangs, matching your porcelain skin and the line of your collarbone.

"Suits you perfectly," he adds, his voice still low and gentle.

You feel the lightness of the moment, the tension and uncertainty of the wedding now far from your mind.

Paul's gaze stills on the necklace as you turn to face him, his eyes fluttering to your throat as his fingers lightly brush the delicate chain.

Paul's gaze flickers to the approaching figure, and his fingers release the chain, slipping back into his pocket. Your attention snaps to the approaching figure, and you notice Paul's brief glance of surprise as she appears. He clears his throat, breaking the intimate spell of the moment.

"Our chaperone arrives," he says casually, drawing a laugh out of you.

Paul smiles, appreciating the way you laugh, the sound of your light and airy amusement carrying across the garden.

Paul's gaze shifts to Delia, who approaches with her usual calm, poised demeanor. Delia is a strong, fiercely ambitious woman, her intellect rivaling Paul's own.

Paul steps close, placing his hand against the small of your back. "Hello Delia" You say warmly

Delia greets you politely, her voice smooth and professional. no trace of warmth or affection in her tone, she remains an enigma.

Paul's hand still rests behind you, barely grazing the small of your back. Delia notices the subtle gesture, the way Paul stands so close to you, and she watches you both with a subtle sense of curiosity.

"It's lovely to see you two enjoying the scenery, but unfortunately the lady is due for her final dress fitting" she says

Paul's hand falls from your back, and he steps back. the moment of intimate connection broken, his expression returning to one of polite professionalism.

"Of course," Paul says, his tone polite but respectful.

"We should not keep the dressmaker waiting."

Delia flashes a quick smile, the faintest hint of amusement at this interaction. She steps back, then takes your arm and leads you away, her voice firm but gentle. You can sense her curiosity as you walk away from the Duke.

"So." she trails off "Is the new pendant a gift from the young Duke?"

Delia's tone is curious as she asks the question, but her face remains expressionless. she turns to face you, her eyes lingering on where the necklace rests against your neck.

She seems to study the necklace for a moment, the subtle shine of the silver in the light.

"It is, yes," you reply gently. "He wished to give the necklace as a gift upon the occasion of our wedding, though I do not believe it is officially part of the ceremony."

Delia is silent for a moment, considering your response. Then she finally replies, her voice still calm and professional.

"You seem to have developed quite the rapport with the Duke in recent days. I was unaware the two of you were so familiar."

You let out a small laugh, "You have yet to see the pain that is tutoring the young lord in imperial law"

Delia smiles at this, the faintest hint of humor and understanding seeping through the layers of professionalism .

"And the young lord is a fast learner, yes?" Her voice is light, almost playful - a rare hint of softness from the normally stoic woman.

"He is a natural. Very intellectual but that prompts many of questions"

"You are a patient teacher, I am sure." Delia says, her tone still playful.

She pauses for a moment, her gaze still on the necklace.

"You seem quite close with him now - is the pendant a sign of your friendship?" You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. Delia allows another small smile, her expression softening momentarily.

She clears her throat, her demeanor returning to the usual professionalism.

"Well, I am glad the two of you have developed such a… friendship."

She pauses for a moment, as if deciding how much to reveal.

"The young duke has grown fond of you during these tutoring sessions," she says, her voice low and whisper-quiet. "He speaks fondly of your intellect and strength of character, and I know he enjoys your company." You smile at the comment

Delia steps back, giving one final glance of curiosity at the necklace around your neck, before abruptly shifting into her usual polite demeanor.

"The dressmaker will be waiting," she says in a firm tone, her expression once again stern and professional.

She turns and heads back to the main palace, her pace confident and steady.

———

You are now in a larger room, the white-marble walls and high ceilings giving it a sense of grandeur. a large circular mirror is set into the center of one wall, reflecting your image back as you stand before it.

Delia leads you over to the dressing area, where several women are already arranging dresses and accessories, jewelry, hair pieces, etc.

The dressmaker smiles at you as you approach, and a few of the women offer polite greetings. They begin quickly arranging a variety of dresses in front of you, all in soft, light colors - whites, yellows, and light greens.

You stand in front of the dresses and jewelry for a few moments, admiring the delicate fabrics and craftsmanship. You are aware of the subtle glances from the women, and you can sense Delia's presence as she stands behind you, her eyes on the various dresses and pieces.

"How many dress changes am i expected to make" you joke, breaking the tension. The women chuckle politely as the dressmaker smiles.

"Well, you will have three dresses for the ceremony and reception, of course," the dressmaker replies. "and three dresses for the various parties and balls that are to take place over the next several days. You'll also require a dress for your journey back to Arrakis—-I assume you'll be returning immediately after the celebrations are over."

You nod, admiring the dress you currently have on.

The women begin quickly discussing the various details of the dresses, measuring your height and taking your measurements. The dressmaker is the head of the operation, offering suggestions and adjustments. Delia stands quiet at your side for the duration, watching intently and offering input when asked. The process occurs quickly and smoothly, the women working in a coordinated fashion.

Eventually, the dressmaker calls for a short break, and the women begin to gather up their tools and pieces.

Delia takes the opportunity to step closer to you, her expression calm and focused. she waits for the activity around you to slow, her voice soft when she finally speaks.

"I hope you are not finding these appointments onerous," she says gently.

You feel a slight flutter of affection at her word choice—-she has a certain formal flair to her conversations, a sense of polite detachment layered under the surface.

you let out a small chuckle.

"Not at all—-I am enjoying the opportunity to play dress-up for a change"

Delia laughs softly, the genuine amusement evident on her face. she seems to appreciate your humor, allowing her to let her guard down for a moment.

"It's funny what we women will do for the sake of appearance and style" she replies, her voice gentle and pleasant.

You nod, "Delia, May I ask you a question?"

Delia looks at you, her expression curious and receptive.

"Of course," she replies politely, signaling that you can continue.

"Will you be following me to Arrakis?" You could not bear to lose her as a confidant

delia considers your question for a moment, her expression sober. She is aware of the intimacy you have developed together, and she genuinely values your conversations. She also knows the political complexities surrounding your marriage and the possibility of assassination attempts is very real.

She takes a moment to consider her response, her voice serious yet empathetic.

"I will be traveling to Arrakis with you," she says, her words measured and decisive. "There is no reason for me to remain here without you." You smile warmly

Delia's expression softens a bit, a slight twinkle to her eyes as she sees your smile. she is glad to see that you are pleased by her response, and her gaze lingers on you for one extra beat before she returns to her usual calm demeanor.

"Now—-we shall return to the fittings," she says, taking your arm and leading you back to the dress fitting area.

the fittings resume, the dressmaker calling out dresses and options for you to try on. Delia watches everything with careful scrutiny as the dresses are fitted and discussed. She is fully involved in the process, giving advice and input whenever she is asked. This goes on without incident, and the process runs smoothly and efficiently.

After several hours, the three dresses for the ceremony and reception have been tried on and fitted. The dressmaker makes a final few adjustments, and then steps back, seeming satisfied with her work. Delia is also satisfied, her eyes skimming over the dresses and jewelry and approving of the chosen selections.

Now it is time to choose your attire for the various parties and balls that will take place over the next several days. The women prepare the various items, discussing the details and final selections. Some of the pieces are quite striking and eye-catching. delia watches closely, remaining completely in charge of the selection process.

Eventually, the three dresses for the parties have been selected, with matching jewelry and accessories. The final touch is the dress for your journey back to arrakis a simple but elegant ensemble. The various items are quickly bundled up in travel bags, and the dressmaker steps back with a flourish.

Delia's expression is satisfied, her voice calm and confident.

"It looks like everything is set for the next few days. you'll have plenty of opportunities to wear all these lovely dresses, Delia says politely. she glances at you, one corner of her mouth faintly creasing upwards in a subtle smile.

"You have one final itinerary meeting and then your final final with the Duke and his mother before the ceremony." She walked up to you, "Tomorrow is a day of pampering" Delia says

A soft smile crosses your lips, your heart fluttering slightly at the mention of an all-day pampering session.

"That sounds wonderful," you reply, your voice warm and sincere.

———

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