a/n: My first Feyd fic but hopefully not my last. I’m down so bad for this psychopath (affectionate). I want to remain respectful of Austin Butler but he makes it so hard as Feyd 😵💫 Anyways, shoutout to my baby Lana @zaldritzosrose for being my beta and hype person 😘 & for the reader discretion banner! Fic banner made by me using Canva with images from Pinterest. Divider from @firefly-graphics.
tags: feyd rautha (he’s a warning himself), soft!dark as god intended him to be, dark fic, 18+, capture at hands of enemies, loss of family, alludes to war, alludes to family deaths, spoilers for Dune 2, drugging, bondage (not the sexy kind), mentions of nakedness, crying, Harkonnens 🤡, manhandling by enemies, dislike for House Atreides, non-consensual touch, fear, grief, themes of emotional trauma, forced boot kissing, forced starvation, spit kink if you squint, master-pet dynamic, use of petnames (little rose, pet), non-con smut/dub-con smut, belly bulge kink, blood kink, mild Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of murder and blood, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
You shivered as Harkonnen guards threw you into a small shadowed room and locked the door. Only a narrow beam of light from the harsh sun of Geidi Prime was allowed onto the circular dirt walls. Your tears had long ago dried into salty streaks across your cheeks and the hunger and thirst had turned into dull aches inside your weakened body.
The last memory of your uncle, stripped of his regalia and at the mercy of his cruel enemy, played repeatedly in your head. The Baron had instructed his men to transport you to their home planet, taunting your uncle that you would be the last of his line, kept as a reminder of their conquest. That meant your cousin was already dead. And your uncle would be killed in that room, paralysed as he was.
Vaguely, you wondered what the Baron had in store for you, the thought alone enough to break you into wailing sobs.