Sick Paul Atredias With Chani As Caretaker Plz

Sick Paul Atredias with Chani as caretaker plz

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Weakness

C/W: blood

Dune Pt. 2 spoilers

AU where movie Chani stayed after Paul's fight with Feyd-Rautha:

Paul held his ground when demanding the now defunct emperor's submission to his ascendency, but his strength faded as quickly as the Fedaykin made their way to the airships. Chani caught him as his steps faltered outside of the throne room.

"Usul, you need to sit down," she whispered.

"No!" Paul snapped. "No. I cannot show weakness in this moment. Help me get to one of the side chambers, out of sight," he pleaded.

Chani supported his weight as he struggled to stay upright while limping down the long hall. She ordered the two Fedaykin who stayed behind to find pull down the tapestries from the walls to serve as a makeshift cushion for Paul to lay on.

"We need to get you to the healer," Chani lamented as she inspected his stab wounds. Blood seeped from the hole in his chest with each breath he took.

"Chani," he rasped and reached for her cheek. "My desert spring. I...[gasp] I love you." His head lolled to the side as his arm fell.

Chani turned to her fellow Fremen. "Go get the healer! Bring her here! He hasn't the strength to make it to the ridge. Go! Now!"

She turned back to Paul. "You're not done loving me. You have to keep breathing!" She leaned over to place her ear next to his nose, relieved when she heard the faintest of breaths.

Irulan appeared at the doorway. Chani spotted the movement out of the corner of her eye. "What do you want?" Chani growled, hovering over Paul's body in a protective crouch.

"I...

"You wanted to see if your betrothed is dead? Unless you have something useful to offer...Get. Out."

"There is a med bay on the ship," Irulan replied calmly. "We stock the finest medicines in the Imperium and a doctor at the ready."

"Do you really think I am going to let your doctor touch him? Just to kill him so your father can be reinstated?"

"Paul will die just the same if you don't."

Chani clicked her jaw shut and furrowed her brow. "Why do you care?"

"Because I don't agree with my father's actions that led Paul down this path," Irulan responded softly and ducked her head.

Chani paused, dropping her gaze to Paul's face. "Bring him."

Irulan looked up, puzzled.

"Bring the doctor here. Paul can't be moved."

"Of course." Irulan half-bowed and pulled a communicator from a concealed pocket as she walked away.

Chani ran her fingers through Paul's damp curls. The blood on his forehead had crusted over. "Stay with me, Usul."

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timmy one-shot!! 🤍

prompt : "are you wearing my shirt?"

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"are you wearing my shirt?" he looks up at me.

he just sat down at the dining table. i was making a sandwich and he had only just woke up.

"yeah is that alright?" i asked with some worry.

"yeah, is fine" he said with some mumble. his mouth full with toast.

"you look cute in it" he smiled up as i stood in front of him, between his legs.

his hands came up to rest on my waist.

"you're so pretty" i kissed his temple.

he pulls me down to sit on his knee. i smiled into his forehead.

"you're the pretty one, my pretty girl" i blush into his neck as he strokes the back of my (his) shirt.

Micro story #9 (falling), any Timmy character of your choice

You hear a loud thud coming from downstairs. It was the middle of the night and you had realized Yule wasn’t next to you anymore. You quickly get up and rush downstairs to find him on the floor in the kitchen.

“Owww fuck!” Yule groans as you turn on the light and kneel down to help him up.

“Sorry Y/N I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Why are you up?” You ask worriedly.

He groans and whimpers when the light is on.

“Migraine I was trying to get water without the light on so I could avoid it hurting worse.” He says.

You frown and brush his hair out of his face.

“That was a bad idea you scraped your forehead good.”

You grab the cup he dropped when he fell and put it in the sink. Then you grabbed another one from the cabinet and filled it with ice cubes and water. Before handing it to him.

He takes it and eagerly drinks the water. You grab a dish towel and wet it from the sink to wipe the bloody gash on his head. He flinches when the cold fabric touches his skin.

“Ow fuck! Hurts” he hisses.

“I know. But I got to clean this up before I bandage it” you tell him.

Once the gash has been cleaned up. You help Yule back upstairs to the bathroom to get a bandage for the gash.

“How do you feel now?” You ask.

“Like shit I thought the water would help but…”

You frown and rub his back. Then bandage up the gash.

“I’ll get the excedrin migraine yeah?”

He nods and moves to head to bed.

You grab a small cup from under the sink. Before filling it with water and grabbing the medicine and bringing it to Yule who’s curled up in bed. He takes both and takes the medicine and downs the water in one gulp.

“Good that should clear it up.” You say as you plant a kiss on his nose.

He smiles weakly as you gently ruffle his hair before taking the empty cup and putting it on the bedside table. Then you crawl into bed beside him.

He curls against you before falling asleep. You cuddle him until you fall asleep.

Trembling hands from micro prompts

Yule

Trembling

Micro Story Prompt

Kate sat next to her fiancé of five hours at the Mindy family's dinner table. Yule stared absently at the centerpiece, not even reacting to her presence. She laid her hand on his.

"Are you alright? Your hands are trembling," she asked quietly.

Her touch shook him from his thoughts. He looked at her and half-smiled. "Y-Yeah, I'm cool." He straightened his back and sat up in the chair. He interlaced his fingers with hers.

"I- I just thought we would have more time," he said. "I would have liked actually marrying you."

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“pretty when you cry.”

Still Here (+2)

Summary: 100% tooth-rotting fluff. Madison sees fireflies for the first time when Timothée takes the two of you to the lake again.

A/N: There are scenes I had in mind for my Still Here series that just didn't quite fit cleanly into any of the chapters, so I decided to add some "deleted scenes." Catch up on the main storyline here.

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"What was that?" Madison squeaked, pointing toward the woods.

"What was what?" Timothée asked. He stood and looked around protectively, but didn't see anything different or out of sorts. The three of you had been at the lake for hours, and dusk was creeping up on you.

"There it is again! A little flash of light!" Madison shouted.

You saw Timothée's shoulders relax. "Those are fireflies," you replied.

"Fireflies?"

"Some people call them lightning bugs," Timothée added. "Let's see if we can catch one."

"Won't it burn you?" Madison asked, skeptical of his proposal.

Timothée chuckled. "No, kiddo. But they do taste nasty, so don't try to eat one!"

She twisted her mouth to make a sour face. "Have YOU eaten one?" she asked incredulously.

That earned a fully belly laugh from both of you. "No," he replied, "but I read that frogs will spit them right back out if they eat one. They produce a chemical that makes them taste bitter."

"Oh, there's one!" you shouted.

Timothée slowly stalked the tiny bug before suddenly reaching out and clasping his hands together. "I got it! Want to come see?" he asked Madison.

The girl was not a huge fan of bugs, but her curiosity outweighed her normal disgust. She walked over to Timothée, who was now crouched and sitting on his feet. He parted his thumbs to make a small hole.

"Look in here," he said. Not even a second later, the bug flashed, and Madison gasped in wonder.

"Can I catch one?" she turned to ask you.

"Have at it. Just make sure you cup your hands so you don't squish it," you replied. She ran after the next one she spotted. Timothée stood, let his firefly go, and walked to the boat to rummage through the storage bin under his seat. He came back with a glass jar and proceeded to poke holes in the lid with his pocket knife.

"Timothée, I got one! I got one!" Madison shrieked.

"Good job, kiddo! Bring it over here."

"It tickles!" she said through a laugh.

"Here, let's see if we can get it in the jar. You drop it in, and I'll close the lid real quick." The cycle continued until they had 4-5 fireflies contained. "Go show your mom."

"Look, Mom!" Madison ran over to show you the jar up close, with Timothée following shortly behind.

"These are so pretty," you said in awe. "It's been a long time since I've seen fireflies. Timothée and I used to come out to the lake and sit on the tailgate to watch them float around.

"Well, we did more than-"

You cleared your throat and darted your eyes at your daughter.

Timothée blushed. "I mean, we did that many times," he corrected himself. He winked and snuck a kiss when Madison turned away.

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