A Distant Vision - Fanfic/Fanart
Choices Book: Guinevere
Pairing: Guinevere X M!Lancelot
Choices Holidays Prompt: Day 7 “Lets have a baby”
Choices Flash Fics: “Are you flirting or starting a fight”
Prompts are in bold
Word count: 999
Read time: 4 minutes
Content warnings: Teen, SELF INDULGENT FLUFF, implied intimacy
Author/artist notes: This is 100% self indulgent. I am fairly new to drawing fanart but I am enjoying bringing head cannon moments to life. In this head cannon from day one, I was like OOH, she is going to marry and have babies with that fine knight. I can’t help myself🫠🤦♀️
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Somewhere between dreams and waking Guinevere had glimpsed a raven-haired beauty, about the age of twelve, playing hide and seek in the grove of oaks behind Joyous Gard with Lancelot. The young girl would giggle and run through the trees before crouching behind the trunk of one and clamping her hand over her mouth to silence her laughter. It would not be long before the knight would spring around the trunk and startle her, the both of them enjoying a fit of laughter before trading places and trying the game again.
Guinevere had never shared this vision with Lancelot. She had made up her mind that with their life of danger and adventure, there was no place for a child, but as the first four years of their marriage carried on, the vision tugged at her heartstrings occasionally causing her to long for the chance to become a mother. Five years, then seven then nine had passed. Each one filled with love and laughter shared by one man and one woman as they roamed the countryside of Britain embarking on new quests and rising to meet the many challenges posed by foes of King Arthur. Guinevere had all but forgotten about the vision of that beautiful girl whose laughter rang out like a bell and whose eyes glinted gold in the sun like a tiger’s eye stone.
On a chilly January evening, Guinevere found herself huddled near the dying embers of a fire. “The flame is starting to die, I will add a few more logs to get it going again. Why don’t you crawl into that bedroll and get comfortable while I finish up out here?” Lancelot walked to the edge of the clearing, axe in hand to break down the felled tree into manageable pieces.
“Ah, yes, you want me to warm it up for you, is that what you are trying to say?” She jabbed, her self satisfied laughter ringing out in the night. “You had better hurry; I may be sound asleep before you crawl in here with me.”
“Are you flirting or starting a fight?” He winked at her, light from the flames growing against his face as he tossed more wood onto the fire. He approached the bedroll with a grin before flinging the cover back and joining her with a thud on the thin roll. He wrapped her in his strong arms, pressing a kiss to her temple. “If we didn’t have to rise so early, I would be finding other ways to keep you warm.” He laughed against her cheek. “It is a terrible shame” she chuckled, “sleep well, my knight.” They settled in close waiting for sleep to take them, they would have to break camp before dawn to be on the road in time to reach Orkney by noon.
An hour passed and Guinevere laid there as still as she could, she did not want to disturb Lancelot, she was sure he was sleeping but that sweet sleep could not seem to find her this night. “Guinevere.” His sleepy tone broke the night, whispering her name against her hair. “I’m here.” She replied softly.
“Do you ever feel like something is missing, in this life we have made?” He whispered.
She was silent for a long moment, thinking back over all the years they had shared. Nearly a decade marked with pure contentment, she could think of nothing but that girl from her vision many years ago, the one she dreamed of often in their early years as husband and wife.
“Yes.” Her reply was nearly inaudible.
They laid there in the silence that seemed to stretch on for several minutes until he finally spoke.
“You know, I always pictured us having a daughter. She looks just like you, dark hair falling in curls down her back, brown eyes that light up golden in the sun. An infectious laugh. She is fearless and witty, wise, and kind. And she is strong, Guinevere. She is the picture of you, and I can spoil her and protect her all of my days. I have seen her in many a daydream over the years.”
She could feel her eyes welling with tears, she had hidden a dream she had never thought she could realize, but here he was sharing it with her.
“I have seen her too, in a vision many, many years ago.”
Without waiting for her to go on, he gently took her jaw in his hand, turning her to face him in the dark as he whispered against her lips, “then let’s have a baby.”
Her verbal reply was much slower in comparison to the way her lips responded to his as he gently pushed her onto her back and moved to hover over her, hands roaming her body, removing the obstacle of her nightgown with practiced ease.
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On a brisk October morning; Emma’s cheerful voice rang through the halls of Joyous Gard.
“It’s a girl, Sir Lancelot! Come quick, come meet your daughter.”
Lancelot bounded into the room, his handsome smile beaming.
“How is she? How are you, my wife?” He kissed Guinevere’s forehead before taking the swaddled child from her mother, holding the bundle up to get a closer look at her precious face. “She’s absolutely perfect, beautiful just like her mother.” He sat on the edge of the bed, awestruck at the tiny, new life he easily cradled in his hands.
Guinevere reached up, stroking the baby’s forehead. “What shall we call her?”
“Aeronwen, we will call her Aeronwen.” He replied with certainty.
Guinevere closed her eyes and reached for that vision from her past, it was more clear to her now than ever before… “Aeronwen, none may hide as well as you, I will have to return to the keep alone if you do not show yourself… your mother will not be happy with me…” she let the vision go and smiled. The daughter her vision had promised all those years ago was now sleeping safely in her father’s arms.
*****For the research nerds like me, Aeronwen is pronounced Air-on-wen and is Welsh for “Fair” I thought this beautiful name was fitting because Guinevere is of Welsh origin meaning: white fairy or fair one.*****
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This is straight fucc’n dopamine and I am here for it! This mushy fluff is perfect for V-day! Lancelot would be a wonderful father… he’s already the best “daddy” (I’ll see myself out🫢). In all seriousness, I had literal heart eyes reading the last paragraph when her vision came full circle.
