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chibird · 2 days
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This is incredibly hard because I’m an over analyzer, but I’ve found that sometimes, distracting myself from my sadness is more effective than trying to make sense of it. :’ ) I hope this little duck comic can help you out a little!
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Idea for a Feyd x Atreides!reader:
Where a married proposal is made between Feyd and the Reader at the time the Atreides take over Arrakis for a “peace” between the two houses but all the events of the movies end up happening and on the final battle between Paul and Feyd she tries to convince him not to fight (they have a good relationship considering feyd psychotic behaviour and what happened to her family) but he does anyway and when things start getting serious she tries to separate them but Paul accidentally stabs her… how would Feyd react and maybe she was pregnant but it wasn’t noticeable yet just to had even more drama 😅
Feel free to completely ignore this and sorry for my English it isn’t my first language 😊
HE LOVED HER
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The day the last of the Atreides learned of her family's murder, Giedi Prime heard a scream so painful that even her husband's heart sank. Feyd-rautha hated and despised her at first, she was Atreides after all, she was weak, but that opinion changed when she first punched him in the nose so that it bled. He didn't love her, he knew, but he no longer despised her. He wasn't made for love, so why was his chest tightening when he heard her screams, he wanted it to stop. Rushing into her chambers, he grabbed her by the slender shoulders and shook her hard enough to make her understand that he was her only family and not weak poor house Atreides. He wanted to scream at her, but before he could open his mouth, his wife slammed her head into his face and hissed, "GET LOST" in her voice, his body and movements were no longer his, but following her orders. He was enraged by her taunting, but at least she wasn't screaming out loud anymore, the only thing that happened was the sound of the room being locked.
 Although he hadn't seen his wife in days, she still managed to annoy him. The only news he had about her was from her maids. They informed him that she would never let them into her chambers, and if they insisted too much, that she would send them away by her voice. When one of the servants brought him the same news on the fourth day, he cut her throat in a fit of rage and went to his lady wife's chambers. When he reached the door, he was surprised to find it unlocked, as if she had been expecting him. Inside the room was dark and unfriendly, but what shocked him the most was the body huddled in the corner of the room. He slowly approached her, she was still dressed in the same nightgown she was in four days ago. Her hair, her beautiful hair, was greasy and tangled. And there was weariness and sadness in her normally cheerful eyes. He slowly walked over to her and knelt at her level, watching her silently. Her bloodshot eyes with black circles stared over him into the distance, as if she was staring intently at something that was not visible to other eyes. He wanted her to scream at him, he wanted her to yowl, he wanted her to hurt him, but she didn't even accept his presence yet. He held out his hand to her cheeks and only his touch called her into the presence. She looked into his dark eyes for a long time and gently tilted her head into his touch, and a solitary tear escaped her eye and slowly flowed down her pale face. At that moment, Feyd scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the next room, where a large tub was located. He gently placed her on the step that led to the tub and began to pour warm water. When the water almost reached the edge, he began to strip her of her nightgown, he found it strange that at that moment he did not feel any of the excitement that usually came with seeing a naked woman's body. He carefully carried her to the bathtub where he carefully washed her body and hair. After the bath, he dressed her in a clean nightgown and carried her to bed where he covered her with a duvet. As he was about to leave he felt her hand holding him tightly.,, Please don't leave." her husky voice begged him. And he stayed, he would always stay.
For the following years, he became her support, her protector. He was the only one she let in. She learned to love him.
 So why did everything lead to this moment. The moment he held her in his arms and this time he couldn't bring her to reality. When the final fight between him and her brother was about to come, she begged them both not to do it, to realize where this would lead. She begged him not to harm her brother, to refuse the emperor's request. If only he had listened to her then, if only he had paid more attention. One moment Atreides' knife was pointing at his torso, and the next the figure of his wife was standing before him with her stomach ripped open. She fell into his arms, clutching his hand painfully. There was so much blood everywhere, he never minded blood and he had spilled it a thousand times, but her blood was never supposed to leave her body. He would never kneel in front of people, but this time he was kneeling with her body in his arms in front of a hundreds people. But one thing he knew for sure, he would never let her go. He didn't even realize he was screaming until the pain in his throat from the overuse started to sting. He tried to return her blood to her body and with it her life, but among the blood and entrails he finds a small body, the body of his child, the child that was the product of their love. Their little baby, he lost everything today, his love and their child which didn't even have a chance to see the light of day. That's when he realized something he should have realized a long time ago and told her every day that he had her by his side. He loved her, loved her hard and wildly. The pain was replaced by rage, he knew how much she loved her family, yet her brother and mother stood meters away from her, watching her corpse without remorse. He watched them hatefully with tears in his eyes, he wanted to cause them the pain he was experiencing. But just the thought that he would let go of her body and his arms made him feel tormented. And so he knelt there with her body in his arms, ignoring the approaching Atreides. He didn't even notice when the cold knife pressed against his soft neck. He didn't even realize he had lost his life, but he wouldn't mind, he wanted to follow her and their child. In a moment of darkness and nothingness, light finally comes to him. He saw her on a vast green plain, wearing a beautiful airy white dress. She turned to him and waved at him with a big smile. He rushed towards her like a mad man and gave her the deepest kiss, he couldn't even comprehend what he felt for her. He was stroking her small bump with his other hand, smiling as broadly as she was.
 Feyd long ago read a quote from an author whose name had been forgotten. He had laughed at those words of love before, but now he understood their depth, he couldn't help but disagree.
 " If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it,,
It was their new beginning and he wanted to start it with the words thought of when he lost her ,,I love you"
I am sorry if there are any grammar errors. English is not my first language. If you have any request i would be happy to hear it.
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mymelodyange1 · 10 hours
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voidic3ntity · 2 days
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many expressions of one thing, sacred & profane:
& within safe space, we see ourselves as we exist;
pure witness, without attachment & without self. 
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hexamore · 3 days
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the-suicide-effect · 6 months
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a--z--u--l · 6 months
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somos-deseos · 9 months
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Yo en este momento
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imsadperiod · 2 years
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389 · 6 months
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pdlcomics · 8 months
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mysharona1987 · 1 year
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inkskinned · 14 days
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we were drunk off mezcal and my dog had his paws crossed like he was fancy and we were giggling about it and i told you that with the sun coming back i can feel my fingers again and you grabbed my wrist and jokingly shook my limp hands while saying i have you i got you and i wanted to tell you i love you in that moment but it's actually just that it's spring and love actually seems like something that i can afford once in a while so long as i'm not overwhelmed by the crushing weight of having to do my laundry
i don't get so sad on sundays anymore and part of that is you but also part of it is that i've been watching a bird melodrama in the tree outside my window - first the robins had the run of it, then the doves. most recently a family of sparrows came through. the sky was pink today like a kiss, and i felt the pastel wrap in a warm piebald snake around my chest and hum herself into my bones
thank god for every person that forgives me for the depressive spirals i go on every winter without-fail like i swear there are absolutes in this world and it's stuff like. stoats go white in winter. the sun comes over the east. when it gets cold all parts of my soul go numb and the light can't pass through my iris without a tattoo gun. how many times can i tell a friend i'm sorry i wasn't talking to you, i truly wasn't talking to anyone
thank god i can feel my skin right now and you hold my weak little hand in your hand and then you flip it over so you can read my palm and you're smiling while you run fingertips over lines and read out my fate like it says here you like a good grillcheese sandwich and admit it you make salads by buying the pre-made spring mix and i have all your astrology shit memorized and i read your horoscope first when i'm checking my own even-though-i-don't-believe-in-it (but just in case) and i want to kiss you just to watch the blush spread in a tulip from under your freckles in that way it does, how you pull back and wrinkle your nose in laughter
thank god but today for the first time in a month i finally texted my friends back and actually made plans to hang out (how's that! barring disaster!) and i let my dog put his big muddy paws on my nice sweater and yeah actually when it's bad i always think i can't do that again. i can't crawl back up that mountain
but the sun touched me on the face this morning and we had a nice long talk about it and i said i gotta go the long way again huh and she nodded and shook back her solarflare hair and looked over to her moon girlfriend and she said you can do it. better things on the horizon.
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voidic3ntity · 6 hours
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as the embers begin to dance skyward so too does my soul:
in the moments of desperation the fever of summer is seen;
witness the elliptical orbit of the celestial bodies emanating.
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