Blood & Marriage🩸Feyd Rautha x f! Reader

The DATE, part 1

(GIF—Feyd Rautha Harkonnen doing something aggressively masculine while half naked) Mmm *pop* noice  

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"I'll find you, I always will."

Or something to that effect as he strut out of his super sized, wealthy boy dining hall sassily was probably the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to you. got you all worked up.

He'd asked you out on a date.
Your own husband, yes, but—you'd felt giddy. And yes so nervous you wanted to cancel and fake a violent hallucination.
You'd never been on a date. no one had ever asked you out, like, ever.

Well, except the tea parties in your mini castle with Gurney when you was about nine. THAT DIDN'T COUNT.

ONE PROBLEM. You'd had no idea what to wear. Casual? Glamorous? Semi—formal? Flats? KNEE HIGH WHORE BOOTS? Socks?

so as usual, you'd gone hardcore. Maximalist.

Shoes? Five inch heels.
Dress? Fitted, black. Naturally, with thin shoulder straps made from solid chain—link gold. FEROCIOUS.
Hair? Backcombed, woven with shimmer pearls, your mane sprayed with diffused spice that made it glimmer halo style, light hitting your hair to create a literal shine of white-gold.

SECOND PROBLEM. It took about three hours for you to decide where you'd even meet up. Location was important, or so some other women with more experience with boys had told you.

But none of it meant nothing now.
Because THERE WAS NOWHERE TO FUCKING GO DUE TO THE LITTLE FACT THAT YOU, Alia A—(sorry) Alia Harkonnen, had been stood up.

You'd arrived fifteen minutes early, too. all that effort, wasted. 

"Stood up, on my own planet," the shame. a frog croaked somewhere. 

"He loves me..."
You let a very picked flower fall to the floor, pouting at the last petal as you sat lonely widow style in the green house. "Loves me not."

If anything the green house was pretty. Especially for Giedi Prime. Stained glass, chequered floors, brimming with plants from everywhere. (Mostly carnivorous ones that ate the mutated flies).

Honestly, you would NOT cry, not over something so petty, so meaningless, because women of your calibre and influence would not stoop to such impropriety and ruin your makeup.
But wow, you felt SHIT. A silly little fool to think he might actually try.

Feyd Rautha didn't date, he slept with you and pretended to be late to a council meeting.

With a huff, promising to STAB HIM SOMEWHERE non fatal for this insult, wanting to shred apart another blue exotic flower, you stood, beginning to leave.
They'd whisper about you tonight. Ophelia would party.

"Stupid moron asshole." Your bottom lip wobbled as you stuffed your mirror in your little carry bag after fixing your eyeliner, really missing some non paid for friends. "Dick, dumb dick."

But sniffling—something felt wrong, someone was watching, your baby hairs raising, and this was the one time you'd left your crystal blade in your room. A SET UP? NOT JUST A STAND UP? An ambush? those fuckers.
Taking the posture to gut a bitch, you defended your exit point. "I KNO—."

"Yes, vixen, I know you know, it's taken some time, I've been waiting for you to look up."

"Why?" You looked at the cat walk...the ceiling.

"Because I find you endearing from the angle. And I'm over here, to your left."..."Left, Alia. Spirits save you."

"Oh, i knew that, I'm admiring the shrubbery, shut up." With a sharp intake of air, you locked on to the man behind the voice, an instantly recognisable voice. Such a nice, nice voice, hands on your hips like you was about to start a domestic.