Paul Atreides x fem!reader
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Warnings:minor Spoilers for Dune Part II, Blood, stab Wound, Violence, you know the drill
Summary:You thought you were going to be fine. Until you saw Paul cry. He knew the Rules of the Desert better than anyone else. Seeing him waste his Water so freely told you how serious the Situation was…
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It was quiet. Or at least that’s what it felt like. A quiet and short moment, that barely anyone around you noticed. You had always thought getting stabbed would be a sharp pain, naturally. That you’d scream out in pain or drop to your knees.
But none of that ever happened. It wasn’t a sharp pain, it felt dull and barely noticeable. It was the adrenaline and Spice running through your system. Or that’s what you told yourself. You had to tell yourself something. Something to keep you focused, to tell yourself to not black out. To pull out the blade and kill the Harkonnen Warrior in front of you.
You felt slow, awfully slow. You thought that if you had been any slower, the Harkonnen might have stopped and laughed at you for ever thinking you could beat him. But Paul and Chani later told you, they had never seen someone move so fast, like you did in that moment.
The Adrenaline, you told yourself again. Over and over again. You had to keep fighting, finish the Mission. Save the Fremen. The people that had become your family, even over the short time that you had been on Arrakis. You just had to make it, that you owed them.
The next few minutes felt like you weren’t even in control of your own body. Like you were a watcher, an observer. It felt like you were back on Caladan, watching a filmbook about the Fremen with Paul. You saw yourself fight against the Harkonnen with Paul while Chani fired her weapon at the Thopters. You saw the Explosion and felt the earth shatter from the sheer power of the blast.
It must’ve been the Spice, you thought. Granting you views and visions you weren’t even capable of seeing. As an Outsider, you had always been sensitive to the Melange.
And lastly, you felt the Pain.
The Pain of the weight of the world crashing down on you again. First there was silence, but suddenly you felt everything everywhere all at once. You felt like the sand beneath your feet was pulling you down and no matter how much you fought against it, you couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t escape fate. Couldn’t escape death.
You abruptly came to a halt. Paul’s hand left yours and you saw your two companions run a little further, until they noticed that you had stopped. You heard Paul call out to you and a few seconds later, he came running over to you. His expression was of pure panic when his gaze wandered from your face to your abdomen. You had pressed a hand against it, but it seemed useless. Thick warm Blood was oozing out between your fingers. It felt comforting, somehow. It told you that you weren’t dead, yet. Somewhere in your mind, you heard Stilgar scolding you, every drop of Blood was valuable Water. Water that was now lost in the Dunes of Arrakis.
“Paul?”, You mumbled. You were sure he didn’t even hear you with how quiet you spoke. Your mouth felt awfully dry. But what you did know, was that he saw you fall. And you felt his arms as they wrapped around you, dragging you back to your feet, urging you to keep going.
A soft groan left your lips, as you did as he told you. Just a few more meters. A few more meters and you'd be over the next Dune. You’d be safe. You knew that the rest of your people weren’t far away. Neither was Sietch Tabr. You were almost sure that you were going to make it.
That was until you saw Paul cry. Saw how his tears dropped into the hot sand, evaporating almost immediately. He knew the Rules of the Desert better than anyone else. And seeing him waste his Water so freely told you how serious the Situation was.
When you reached the top of the Dune, The Spice Harvester behind you exploded, sending the three of you flying down on the other side. Your ears rang from the Explosion. But you barely even acknowledged it. You tightly pressed your hand on top of the Wound as you tumbled down in the sand, but it was useless. Finally, after what felt like ages, you released a scream. A scream so earth shattering, Paul later told you, he thought he’d lost you in that exact moment.
For a few Seconds, all you heard were your own wheezing Breaths, the blood rushing in your ears and the sand crunching beneath your Body.
When Paul and Chani came into view, you heard their Voices. Loud and Clear. You wanted to answer them. Tell them that you were going to be fine.
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t talk and if you could’ve, you didn’t even know if you could promise them that you were going to be alright.
You so desperately wanted to talk to them. Talk to Paul. Tell him how much you loved him, that you would follow him to the very end. Talk to Chani, tell her how much you appreciated her, how thankful you were that she took you in and accepted her as one of her own People.
But you couldn’t. All you managed to do was lift your hand, even just a few centimeters above the Ground. And when Paul grabbed your hand, squeezed it ever so tightly, you knew that it was going to be alright. It had to be. it just had to.
And then you blacked out.
You were older. So much older. At least ten years. Over the time, you’ve had many Spice-induced Visions. Never as strong as Pauls, only snippets. Short moments, often not far into the future, just a few weeks, a month tops.
But this was different. This was at least a decade into the Future. And it felt so vivid, you almost thought it was real. When you saw your own face, older and more mature, standing alongside Paul and behind a long table that you knew was in the throne room of Arrakeen, many familiar faces gathered around it, alongside with some you didn’t know, yet. You knew you were not dead, you couldn’t be. For what reason would you be seeing this, if you weren’t going to make it. It would be worthless.
As the Vision started to fade, you saw Paul look at you. Not at the older You, but at you. You who were observing this. And it felt like he could see you, standing there at the other side of the Table, smiling at you like he always did when he tried to comfort you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but there was nothing you could do, as you felt your mind slip out of the vision and back into reality.
You heard all kinds of voices around you, most of them familiar. You felt the bed beneath your body, you smelled the warm air of Sietch Tabr. You knew you were Home. And when you finally opened your eyes, you heard a chorus of cheers break out around you. You saw the warm smile of Stilgar who patted your shoulder before he scurried off to tell the good news to the rest of the Fremen.
Next you saw Lady Jessica, your Reverend Mother standing in the Corner of the Room. She gave you an acknowledging nod. You bowed your head in return, knowing that you probably owed her your survival.
Lastly, you saw Chani and Paul who were sitting at your bedside. When your Gaze wandered to them, as you sat up you couldn’t help but laugh. it was a warm and genuine Laugh.
You were alive. You had made it and you would live to see them again, the people who mattered most to you. Chani smiled at you in return, gently squeezing your hand, before standing up to join Stilgar and the other Fremen outside.
Paul and You were the only People who remained in the now silent room.
“I thought I’d lost you.”, he finally sniffled. You slowly looked up, seeing that Tears were running down his face.
“But you didn’t.”, You answered firmly, raising your hand to wipe away his tears,”So, stop wasting your water.”
Paul chuckled quietly, putting his hand on top of yours, closing his eyes in relief. With a grin, you leaned your head against his, swaying in the warm sun of Arrakis.
Warnings:Paul's daddy issues?? Apart From that it's fluffy
Summary:Paul has to leave for a dangerous mission with his father but he wants to see you one last time...
Requested by Aliza80c on Wattpad
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To say that I was nervous, was an understatement. I was pacing around in my room , while I waited for Paul to return from his training session. He would leave with his father tomorrow. He didn't tell me where they would be going or what they were planning to do, the only thing that I knew was, that the mission would be dangerous.
I was about to leave in order to go see Paul, but in that exact moment, my door swung open and said prince stumbled into my room.
"Paul?!", I asked perplexed. He was slightly sweaty and dark circles were visible under his eyes.
I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder to steady his stance:"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine", He mumbled, as I sat him down on my bed,"Just wanted to see you one more time."
I smiled at his words. Despite his exhaustion, he still came to see me.
"You need sleep", I explained and tried to push him down onto the bed, but Paul protested.
"I don't need sleep, I want to spend time with you."
I feared that a tear would escape me, as I registered his sweet words.
"At least, lay down with me", I suggested and let myself fall onto the bed next to him.
Paul looked at me for a second. Full on knowing that I tricked him, he let himself sink down next to me with a sigh. I chuckled at my small victory and wrapped my arms around his middle, while Paul burried his head in the crook of my neck.
"How was training?"; I asked after we sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"Horrible, as always", Paul whispered and snuggled closer to me, his calloused hands wrapping around my waist.
"I wish I could spend more time with you", Paul mumbled and closed his eyes. I carefully raised my hand and pushed a few stray hairs out of his face before leaning closer and kissing his cheek:"I know, my love. But I know that you have duties, I can wait."
"But you shouldn't!", he protested," I just wish, I could dump all those duties and live a peaceful life with you. I don't want to go on that stupid mission with my father"
"Paul", I said, trying to calm him down,"I know that you struggle with your duties. Your father expects a lot from you, but trust me when I say that he is doing it to protect you. He wants to prepare you for a life, where he isn't always there to protect you."
Paul was silent for a second, before he slowly sat up with a sigh:"I know that he only wants what's best for me, but sometimes I feel like he only sees me as his little Soldier and not as a son."
I sat up too and leaned my head agsinst Paul's back, while wrapping my arms around his middle.
"Have you tried talking to him?", i asked, as Paul interwined his fingers with mine.
"As if that ever worked.", He scoffed.
"How about I try to talk with him?", I wondered.
"You would do that?",Paul asked perplexed and turned around to look at me.
I only shrugged:"It's worth a shot. And if it doesn't work, I still think that we can find a solution to this."
"You're the best", Paul smiled. It was a geuine smile. A smile that I hadn't seen in what felt like ages.
I yelped, as Paul suddenly lunged forward and pushed me down onto the bed. His hands, grabbing my wrists and keeping me caged under him.
"What are you doing?", I chuckled, as he leaned down and softly pecked my nose.
"I love you", He mumbled, adoration in his eyes. I felt how my heartbeat increased, upon hearing "And I love you, Paul Atreides", I responded. Paul only smiled and leaned down to kiss me. His lips worked against mine with passion, while he interwined his hands with mine.
"Let's make the night worth it, before I have to leave tomorrow", Paul proposed and left a quick kiss on my jawline.
"I already know, that I will miss you", I mumbled.
"And I will miss you", Paul smiled sadly,"But I will always return to you, I promise"
