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xxstargirlx-x · 8 days
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Hi i love your story „little warrior“ i am obsessed!!! Could you maybe do a part two with their wedding and wedding night ;) (where its soft between them and not brutal as would be expected) and how they fall in love with each other and tell each other?
Thank uuuu xxx
Feyd Rautha X WifeToBe!reader.
I took some liberty with the request, and decided to make this a three part series instead! So this chapter shows the development of their relationship pre wedding, lots of soft yet assertive Feyd and toe curling confessions. The next part will be raunchy and smutty, stay tuned dear readers!<3
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You can read this independently, but I recommend reading the prologue here. It's worth it, trust me! :) Here we go, "Little Warrior" Part 2!
Warnings: Soft Feyd, heartfelt gifts and deep confessions, a little slowburn and lots of good entertainment hopefully;)
The baron had been delighted, if a little surprised to hear of your and his nephew's request to move the date of your wedding closer. He thought your eagerness to be of good value to the house Harkonnen, a safe guarantee of his nephews first heir. And a powerful one it would be indeed, a child with not one, but two birthrights.
But to you and Feyd, it was about so much more. It was about the way your entire body felt like it had caught fire whenever he glanced at you and held your gaze across the dinner table, not looking away. How his mind went to unholy, wicked places when he saw you looking so beautiful, so ethereally feminine in the dresses and jewels in his house colours, all whilst knowing of the ancient power and unspeakable fantasies that you harbored underneath that lovely exterior.
It drove him mad. He thought you a beauty the minute he'd seen you for the first time, sure. But only when you'd shown him the raw beauty that was you, unafraid in front of him, rogue, confident, not only forgiving to but relating to his animalistic tendencies under the right circumstances...he swore himself the luckiest man alive. He wanted to conquer you, figure you out, explore every inch of your godsent presence, spirit, body and soul. But out of respect for the values you were raised with on Caladan, he forced himself under control. He would wait until the wedding night to have you, that much he was willing to give for you. Not a minute longer.
Four days. It had been four days since your arrival and you'd already felt like you'd established yourself enough to go about your days met with nothing but respect and humility. No one dared to try you again like they had on your first day spent here. Especially not with your watchdog of a soon to be husband looming at your side, sending deeply unsettling stares to anyone in your close proximity. "My lord?" You'd asked after dinner the first night you spent here, the one after your attack. "Yes, little warrior?" You liked the way he said your new nickname. One that was holy to you, since he'd picked it out for you and you only.
"I cannot express the gravity of my gratitude to you, my lord. To call the most feared fighter in the galaxy my husband soon, to be granted his undying protection..." His eyes seemed to glisten at this, you had such a way with words, but you weren't finished just yet. "...but I must ask for my privacy when I return to my quarters later. I shall not share a bed with you, not until we have been married. It is the proper way." He bit his tongue, his demand to have you in his quarters after the attack being denied. He was going to order you anyway, ignore your values and your own requests.
But your assertive words from earlier that day rung in his ears. I won't be led like a pet. I am your equal. He hated the fact the you were right. But if he wanted a fearless, powerful, equally as insane little wife that could hold her own, he'd have to learn to live with the fact, that that stubbornness would be directed at him sometimes. It came with the package. And so he respected your wishes. Under the condition that you weren't to stray from his side during the day and that you were to stay in the quarters right next to his, connected by only a balcony overlooking the gray maze that was Giedi Prime.
What he didn't know, was that your decision not to share a bed with him wasn't made from a wish for privacy. You had known. You had known that the minute you felt the dip of his weight on your shared mattress next to you, you'd be all over him, climbing him like a goddamn cliff to be explored, aware and thrilled by the risk of falling from it, finding either your demise or your salvation on your tumble down. You could practically see them, your hands on his broad shoulders, your legs locked around him tightly, steadying yourself as he showed you the side of Feyd-Rautha you had yet to meet. But alas, that sacred meeting was destined to take place the night of your wedding. As written.
The thoughts you had about him were thoughts your teachers and mentors would've called shameful back on Caladan. Thoughts of devouring him, purely out of the lust he sparked in you for some unexplainable reason. Before having even wed! What a scandal that would've been back home. You laughed as you scribbled the thought in the journal you kept, finding peace of mind in your room without him by your side to evoke godless feelings of lust in you. You had been excusing yourself more than ever these past four days to sit in your room, purely needing an outlet for your raging thoughts.
And so you wrote and wrote about him and your emotions for hours a day, only emerging from your four walls to deal with final politics before the wedding or to eat. What was harmless to you, was a severe reason of concern to your betrothed. He'd noticed how you locked yourself away most hours of the day, how you'd barely meet his gaze or flinch at the slightest touch of his, even if it was accidental. What had happened? Were you homesick? Lonely? Had he done something not to your liking? When you joined him and his uncle for breakfast the day before your wedding, dressed in Harkonnen fighting leathers in preparation for your training, his world caught fire and he felt his cock twitch against his own leathers.
They way they hugged your body, the way you wore his people's clothing proudly, perfectly like it was made for you, the way the garter holding your blade squeezed the flesh of your perfect thigh so deliciously...had his uncle not been present, he swore he would've ripped it all straight off of you, cleared the table with a swift movement of his arm and taken you then and there. But instead, all he could do was watch your godly body move to sit at the grand table, way too far away from him. It was unfair, how was he not to lose his mind? He swore he would kill whichever trainer got to see and touch you like this.
Seeing the careful smile you shot him before gazing away quickly sent his thoughts spiraling. What was wrong with his baroness to be? The way her hungry eyes had turned into those of a young girl too afraid to meet his own...was she getting cold feet? Not that she had a choice to act on them, but he was excited to have been arranged to marry a woman who'd shown actual interest in him. Now she was...distant? A day before their wedding? He wouldn't have it. And with a powerful jolt of his chair, he shot up. "Uncle. I shall excuse myself, there are matters I need to tend to." And with that, he left you sitting at the table, dumbfounded.
As you were writing this down in your journal a handful of hours later, you curiously looked up at the sound of a knock on your door. "You may enter." And enter they did. Six servants were needed to carry the heaps of heavy chests and trunks of all shapes and sizes that were now being stacked into your room as you watched in pure surprise. "What is the meaning of this?" You asked critically, as they brought in the last of the chests. "A gift, your highness. Courtesy of the na-Baron." With a simple bow, they made themselves scarce, leaving you with the countless gifts your betrothed had sent. Was this a tradition? Were you going to be met with strange Harkonnen artifacts to welcome the arrival of your wedding day?
When you carefully put away your journal and stepped towards a chest of impressive size, your face dropped in sheer shock as you pushed it open. What you could only describe as an arsenal of the purest jewels and stones that you ever had laid your eyes on met your now pale face. All of them jewels that were native to Caladan, kinds of jewels that you had worn and loved all your life before coming here and abandoning them. Even jewels so rare, that you hadn't been able to get your hands on them as princess of house Atreides, jewels you had dreamt of like every other girl on Caladan.
Where or when he could've gotten them for you was beyond you. Quickly, you moved to open the chest next to it. Lush fabrics of the finest gowns, at least a dozen of them, made by only the most skilled, respected tailors on Caladan, their work immediately recognizable to you. You shook your head as you felt your heart squeeze in your chest tightly. You were quick, eager to see what else your thoughtful na-Baron had sourced for you. Books by your favourite authors, nostalgic perfumes and bath salts made of your favourite flowers from back home, tapestries depicting the shared history of your two respective houses, fine art since he'd heard you complain about the bare walls of your room and....your breath hitched in your throat as you opened the final chest, the one that stuck out in it's black colour and metal casing.
What lied beneath the heavy metal lid shot a hot tear down your cheek as your shaking fingertips gently grazed it. "Oh, my darling na-Baron..." You whispered shakily. It was Feyd's blade. It lied there wickedly, baring itself to you, the glistening tip so sharp you feared it would slice the air around it. The blade you'd seen him carry and protect like it was his life, everyday, that blade. The one he'd won enough fights with to fill a history book and a half. The one he'd used to cut down the man who'd tried to harm you, his woman the day you met. Forget the jewels, forget the books and the dresses, mo matter how thoughtful, this....this was him declaring himself as yours. This wasn't a gift he would've given to any female, any concubine...this was a gift he made to his wife. He wanted you to have him, in exchange for him having you. Not just per title of wife, but actually have you. And so he gave you a symbol of who he was, his most prized possession...or it was, up until you showed up and turned his world upside down.
You wanted to storm his room and throw yourself into the arms of the man who had shown you such kindness, one that was so uncharacteristic for Harkonnens. But you knew how it would end if you saw him now. And you had kept too good of a restraint for too long to give it all up now. And so you figured it would be best to skip lunch all together, to get your thoughts in order. Feyd patiently waited to find your striking face at the table, eager to see your reaction to the gifts he had disappeared for earlier in the day and sourced himself one by one on the markets of Caladan. He felt an unfamiliar rumble in his chest when he realized, you weren't coming. Was this...pain he was experiencing? Emotional pain? He would've preferred you plunged a blade into his side.
You were too caught up pacing in your room, stilling your thoughts before the wedding, nervous, eager, on fire to notice how much time had passed. The sun had long set now, and though you'd only intended to miss out on lunch, dinner was sure to have been long served already. Shit. With a deep sigh, you figured you needed some fresh air, having been locked in your room all day. Dressed in your nightgown and a light silk robe thrown over it, you stepped out onto the balcony that connected your room to that of your na-Baron. He heard you before you saw him and when you finally noticed him sitting down on the ground of his own side of the balcony, you let out a quiet gasp.
"I didn't intend to frighten you, princess." He said from his spot on the floor. He was leaning against the wall, his legs angled before him up as he fidgeted with a blade. A new one. Since you were now in possession of his most loved weapon. You hadn't seen him all day and the sight of him reminded you why you chose it to be that way. You wanted to straddle him, kiss the untypical, awfully melancholy look off his handsome face. "You didn't, my lord. I'm alright." Was all you managed to rasp out. You weren't sure how to express your gratitude for his gift in a contained manner, threatening to throw yourself at him any minute.
He looked straight at you now, gaze unrelenting. He didn't speak, just took you in as you hovered over his sitting form like a godsent entity glistening in the night. When you flushed and looked away once again, he shot up to his feet and had his body pushed against yours in one powerful stride. He'd had enough. "You have but a minute to tell me what's bothering you, or I'm gutting whoever I might deem as responsible for your bad moods." You scrambled back as he came closer and closer, your back hitting the railing as you saw your surprised reflection in his dark, serious eyes. "W-what?"
"You've been avoiding me, little warrior. Is that any way to treat your na-Baron, hm? I thought you might be homesick. So I brought you half the planet of Caladan in the form of chests and gifts, I even had the kitchen servants prepare your planet's traditional cuisine...which you didn't get to taste, as you failed to grace me with your presence at both lunch and dinner....then, I figured you doubted my integrity, so I gifted you my heart. My blade. And yet, you shy from my gaze. So as said before, tell me what troubles you or someone innocent will meet my frustration through my blade."
This was the Feyd-Rautha you'd heard stories of. The bloodthirsty maniac, who'd kill one of his servants for simple anger management. If you could call it that. Yet still, it didn't scare you. Quite the contrary, you felt the pre-wedding-wall you'd built around yourself crumble at the sight of the man who was frenzied and ready to shed blood for how crazy you made him. "Na-Baron..." You started. "No, none of that. We're to be married in less than 24 hours, you are to call me Feyd." He decided sternly. Very well, Feyd it was.
"Feyd...your affections haven't gone unnoticed. The gifts, the glances, your worry for my safety. In fact...I have never known such care, such kindness." You started, your voice barely above a whisper as you gazes deeply into his eyes. "So much so that...I fear..." His hand flew up to cup your cheek. "What? What is it you fear, my darling bride? Tell me now." He demanded, voice almost pleading, something unreadable on his features. Was it...worry? To hell with it. You didn't know how to tell him what you were feeling, so the words just streamed out.
"I fear that every time I get close to you, I might...I might forget myself, my values, my control...my lord- Feyd I..." The way he was staring at you, like you were baring yourself to him and telling your your deepest secret sent chills down your spine. His soft smirk, malicious in nature as it spread on his kissable lips underlined your worries. "...you do indescribable things to me. To my mind, Feyd. And it's not just lust...it's...more than that. I shed tears today, do you know that? Simply from your act of kindness, something I haven't done in a long time. And quite frankly, it terrifies me. Everything I feel for you, I have been trained not to feel. And before we are married, I am afraid to feel this way because..."
His hold on your face tightened, as he pulled you in even closer by the small of your back with his other hand. "Because what, little warrior?" He breathed, his eyes pitch black with passion. You took a deep breath. "Because what I want to do to you, so godless, so impure...only a wife should do to her husband. It is reserved for the holiest of unions only, everything else would be entirely wrong. " You didn't miss the way his hand dug into your back, how his smirk turned into something unholy entirely, baring his black teeth to you. "That is why you've been avoiding your groom? You are scared of your desires, little warrior?"
You went to slap his shoulder at the way he chose to phrase your predicament, but he caught your wrist in his hand like the trained fighter he was, eyes locked on you as he kissed up the length of it and your entire arm, eliciting a yelp from you as he bit down on the sensitive skin by your shoulder. "Ah, found a spot, didn't I? I'll remember that for tomorrow night, little vixen. Now, you listen to me. And you listen to me good, I'll say it once." You gulped at the tone of his voice, like you were one of his soldiers and he was speaking a direct order.
"I'm not used to not getting what I want, when I want it. Keeping myself off of you, little warrior, is the most laborious, exhausting battle I have ever dared to fight. Even now, I am choosing to keep my impulses to myself, out of sheer respect for your vanity and the fact that you are more to me than a simple source of pleasure. But tomorrow night, the minute that you're declared as my wife...that ends. My restraint knows it's limits. You're mine. And I will take what's mine. Are we clear?" The way his words fanned over your lips at his close proximity drove you wild, animalistic even as you felt your throat drying up. You managed a simple nod, but he wasn't satisfied.
"Are we clear?" He demanded once again, and you hummed out a hurried word of confirmation before he let go of your wrist. "Very well. Then I shall let you rest. You'll need it." He smirked and with a kiss to your temple and a last lingering squeeze of your hip, he stepped back into his room. He'd half expected you to follow him and you half thought you would, when you quickly hurried to your own room before making any rash decisions. And there you felt it. The squeal of excitement, the butterflies at the mere thought of what had just happened. You felt like a teenager again, crushing on your na-Baron as they called it. Something irresponsible you were never free to do before. Something that Feyd, your soon to be husband, evoked in you.
Oh, how you couldn't wait for tomorrow.
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f-u-c-koff · 4 years
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I knew I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m so thankful to have you in my life. You bring me joy and laughter every day even on the dark ones. I can’t believe I get to marry you in less than 13 hours. I know you will be the most beautiful bride anyone has ever seen. You are absolutely gorgeous.
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inspiredchampion · 2 years
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I miss My gf soooo much!!!!
I hope she likes the date on Thursday. Just love seeing her Happy with me!
I'm Always thinking of Proposing to her!
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Because This is a WOMAN that truly loves me.
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Girl, I wonder how jealous your future husband is because you keep trying to resuscitate a past relationship with a boyfriend. Don’t block your next blessing. You deserve the same love you give.
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