Austin Butler

overview: a marriage with feyd rautha, a strangely peaceful one for being betrothed to such a seemingly monstrous man.

warnings: arranged marriage (happened prior to when the story is set), pregnancy

the story is entirely in the third person, the reader is referred to as various terms of endearment or 'mrs (missus) harkonnen'—not y/n.

His Missus

she sat awake in bed, clad in merely a silk robe. a book was opened before her, her hands and the book propped on her protruding stomach. the silk sheets and fur comforter covered her legs. the room was illuminated by the faint orange glow of flickering candles, filling the room with the scent of melting wax that mixed with the lingering scent of her betrothed.

she never slept until he too was in bed, as his hostility and impulsivity brought her great paranoia. not that he would harm her, but that he would harm others in a fit of rage that she wasn't there to calm. she was the sole being—at the moment—that could calm the na-baron.

as she flipped the page to her book, one of the large wooden doors opened and feyd stepped into the room. clad in just an article that hung from his hips, he approached the bed. setting his blade on the nightstand, he slid into bed, laying close beside his wife.

she closed her book, looking over and down at her husband.

"how is the child?" he inquired, his large hand coming to rest on her stomach.

"he has behaved better than an angel," she replied calmly, setting her book aside.

"he is not inheriting violent traits, then," feyd whispered.

his wife shifted, moving to lay beside him.

"i suppose not, darling," she replied, "we mustn't tell the baron such."

feyd's lips barely quirked in a smirk.

she smiled softly at her husband's small smirk. she had yet to make him let out a chuckle—a genuine one, not one of those sardonic ones he let out during altercations of any degree. but, she was determined to do so. maybe the birth of the heir—that was due to happen in mere weeks—would further soften his stone heart with the molten lava of paternal love.

"you mustn't lose your temper with the infant," missus harkonnen murmured, peering up at her husband through her thick eyelashes.

"do not doubt my control so severely," he breathed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his dull eyes.

she gave a slight nod, sliding across the silk just an inch. her head lay on his bicep, her nose just barely brushing against his shoulder. her protruding stomach pressed against his side, and her hand lay on his chest.

the first time she had done this—after their marriage consummation—she had expected him to shove her away, maybe even harm her for attempting to do such. but he had not. he simply laid there tensely, attempting to keep his breathing even to not disrupt her.

just by the way his behavior had changed, she could tell that she—and likely the child she was baring—had some effect on feyd. an effect that was molding the broken, monstrous man into a man—still violent and broken—who was only calmed by two creatures. his wife and his child.

his hand barely brushed against the back of her thigh, his fingers trailing up the side of her thigh and resting on her hip.

"i should blow out the candles," she whispered, the realization that leaving candles to burn all night was unwise. she slid out of bed, his hand falling from her body and onto the silk sheets.

going around the room, she blew out candles one by one.

feyd watched her closely. his chest rose and fell slightly, his abdomen and thighs lexing each time she bent over slightly, the flame of a candle nearing her delicate face too close for his comfort.

after blowing out the last candle, the room was dark. his eyes quickly adapted, still zeroed in on his missus.

she walked towards the bed, one hand out in front of her and the other at her side, feeling for the nightstand as she walked slowly. she had never been good in the dark. and, truthfully, being in absolute darkness scared her.

nobody knew what hid within the darkness. anything could be there, watching, waiting. waiting for—

she was ripped from her paranoid thoughts by soft rustling.

feyd had sat up, his hand gently taking hers. he led her closer, his other hand coming to rest on her hips to lead her the rest of the way.

"thank you, darling," she whispered softly, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"you behave like a frail fawn in the dark," he muttered roughly, assisting her into bed.

"if i am a frail fawn, what does that make you?" she inquired as she laid down.

he let out a heavy breath, his hand resting on her swollen stomach. most would have immediately shouted "the hunter," but she knew far better. he'd never harm her, or their own little fawn that would arrive in mere weeks—if not days.

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Billy & Eddie

[ no fics of mungrove!! all the fics are one of them x reader, they are just in the same masterlist ]

billy hargrove

— post game relief

— black magic woman

eddie munson

— piercings

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brunettes with blue eyes 🤍🤍

The four variants.

Real-life dolls <3

He’s so perfect

forever a dilf lover

I hope this reaches the right audience

pretty asf

Dacre Montgomery in the “Old Souls” Music Video (2015)

The music video is 10 years ago, but he looked sooo finee in it. His acting range is awesome.

Piercings

overview: she's a new piercer at the tattoo & piercing shop he usually goes to; and she's the only one available when he gets the spontaneous urge to get a new one.

warnings: swearing, shitty flirting

p. 2

written in third person; no use of "y/n." reader is referred to using female pronouns and terms of endearment.

she sat at the front desk, feet propped up and magazine in hand. elvis presley's trouble played from the cassette player on the back counter. as she flipped the page, she heard the familiar jingle of the bell above the door. she looked up.

"you're new here, sweetheart," the man stated, leaning against the counter.

"uh, yeah," she muttered, taking her feet off the desk and setting her magazine aside.

"you do piercings?"

she replied with a nod.

"any kinds?"

another nod, this one a bit more hesitant as confusion flickered in her eyes.

"can you pierce my nipples for me then, princess?" he questioned, grinning like an idiot.

"well, if you're paying, yeah," she replied, smiling softly.

he pulled a wad of cash out of the pocket of his leather jacket, counting it quietly to himself.

"is eighty bucks enough? i brought my own jewelry for them."

she looked at a sticky note on the desk lamp, where all the prices were written.

"i just need sixty."

he nodded, passing her the sixty dollars.

she put the cash in the register and began gathering what she'd need.

"you alright with doing it right here?" she asked. "you're back to the windows, obviously."

there were no appointments for the rest of the evening, and most people didn't come in this late spontaneously. well, unless those people were the man before her.

"what's your name, by the way?" she inquired as she prepared the needle.

"eddie," he stated, pulling off his band t-shirt and sitting on the stool.

"oh, i remember rick mentioning you now," she giggled softly. rick was the owner of the shop. today was one of the few days that he wasn't in the shop, as he was recovering from a nasty head cold.

eddie chuckled as well, but his gaze never left her.

"you want something to bite down on or are you gonna be a big boy?" she asked, grinning.

"wait, you're not numbing my nips?" he retorted, dramatically baffled as he slapped his hands over his chest.

she snorted softly, letting out another giggle.

"did you do any research before coming here?"

"no, i thought you pierced them like ears!"

she let out a loud, hearty laugh, gripping the counter as she doubled over.

eddie grinned, blatantly enjoying that he had managed to make her laugh. nancy had actually done the research for him, as he insisted that "she'd understand it and dumb it down for him," and she did. so, he knew, he just wanted to if the new girl was snobby or actually cool. and, his suspicions were confirmed, she was awesome.

she calmed down and walked over to him, hollow needle in hand.

"where's this jewelry of yours?" she asked.

he pulled out the jewelry from his pocket, showing her like a toddler shows a stranger random bugs they found in the park. one was an average bar, while the other was a bar with some dangling pieces.

she giggled at his enthusiasm of the pieces, nodding.

"very nice. does it matter which side they go on?"

"they'll go on whatever side you wanna see them on, princess."

another soft snort erupted from her, but she nodded.

she held the needle beside his left nipple, ready to pierce the tender bud.

she glanced up at him, checking to see if he'd back out last second.

"are you just trying to keep me shirtless longer?" he asked.

rolling her eyes and huffing out a laugh, she pierced his nipple. he winced slightly, but quickly shook it off.

she took the bar from his hand and quickly undid it, sliding it into the new opening before twisting the end back on.

"you good to do the other?" she questioned.

he nodded.

she pierced his right nipple and quickly put the piece of jewelry in.

as she began cleaning up, she spoke again, "clean them every few hours with rubbing alcohol, don't sleep shirtless, and don't go swimming anywhere for the next six months, got it?"

he nodded, pulling his shirt back on.

"why'd you get them, anyway?" she asked as she watched him walk towards the door.

"'cause you look like the kinda girl who'd like them, sweetheart."

with that, he shot her a wink and left. he had been questioning to do it and had bribed nancy to do the research, but he hadn't been dead set on getting them until her saw her.

her face flushed, watching through the window as he walked away.

she quickly grabbed the phone, dialing rick's number. when the older man picked up, she didn't give him a chance to speak.

"can you tell me more about eddie?"

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