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[mojoflower]

thesilentmouse replied to your post “Sentinel/Guide”

It came from an actual fandom-the Sentinel tv series from the 90s, early 2000s.

I’m always kind of disappointed when I read fic from the actual show, because fanon has created such a rich and encompassing world to go with Sentinels and Guides (like, it’s epically socio-political and borderline magical), but in the show it’s only Jim and Blair, and while they’ve got the rudimentary characteristics, none of it seems to get developed the way it does in fanfic crossovers.  (I say this having never watched the show, mind you, so I could be a thousand times wrong.)

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[fromtheboundlesssea]

@thesilentmouse : Then, perhaps a prompt: What the Water Gave Me (Monford Velaryon), Celia meeting Monford, echoes of Aerys & the resulting PTSD. Monford & the child.

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Arthur Dayne had spoken of it in whispers when he was off duty and Monford was visiting the Red Keep. He had thought it to be a lie, but now, his wife flinched at the meer touch of his hand as he guided her to their new room told him that it was indeed the truth.

He looked Valyrian, very Valyrian. He might not be old like the Mad King, but they did have a similar appearance.

“Sleep, my lady,” he said to her and she looked up at him in horror. He took out a knife and made a small cut in his palm and let his blood drip onto the linen sheets. “I shall take the couch. I will not touch you until you allow me to.” He bowed to her, not trying to touch her or invade her space. Monford went to the couch and pulled a blanket over himself and allowed himself to find some sleep.

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“The lady is pregnant, my lord,” the maester said smiling. “Congratulations!”

Monford looked at his wife’s trembling form. They both knew the child couldn’t be his they both know who the sire was too.

“Could you give me a moment alone with my wife?” he asked.

“Of course.” The maester bowed and left Monford alone with Celia.

He knelt before her and took her hands in his. “To all the world, this child will be mine,” he said softly. “But only if you want it. If you wish for me to have moon tea prepared, I will.”

“I won’t be able to have another child,” a small sob ripped from his wife’s throat. “I can’t,” she gasped. “I can’t, I don’t want...”

Monford stood and wrapped his arms around her. He would never touch her, not in that way. It frightened her too much, even in the dark of evening it frightened her.

“Then we will have no children if you so wish it,” he said gently. “Tell me what to do, sweet wife.”

“I want to keep it,” she whispered. “I want something beautiful out of the ugliness.”

He cupped her face in her hands. “Then I will be a father to one child and they shall be my heir.”

———

Monford had his arm wrapped around his wife as she suckled their daughter at her breast. The little girl was perfect. Ten fingers and toes. A head of silvery hair and eyes so big and blue that Monford could drown in them. He pressed a kiss to the side of his wife’s head and held her gently. This would be the only family they knew and he intended it to be the best.

#keep the prompts coming #what the water gave me #monford velaryon x oc #monford velaryon #celia tully #celiaverse #snippet