Title: All the Worlds Her Stage ...
Fandom: Honor Harrington Series - David Weber
Rating: PG
Length: ~200 words
Content notes: AU, depending on your perspective. Empathy and prescience are both hinted at as very rare, but existing in the canon universe. Foreshadowing ... hints at events all the way through "A Rising Thunder" if you squint hard enough.
Summary:

When he'd woken from that dream, he'd been startled to realise nothing had changed, yet. She was still just his Steadholder. If he touched her left arm, it would still be flesh and blood - no weapon hidden in it; if he caught sight of her right hand, there would be no ring on its ring finger; and his post was still at her back.

His lips twisted in wry amusement. It was just a dream; a construction of his tired and overstretched mind and he lay no trust in prophecy ... but there was something far too fitting in the small parts of it he was able to retain as it slipped away from him.

Three images entwined were all that he could recapture. The exquisite beauty of her pleasure, the bittersweet joy of watching her hold her child, wrapped in swaddling cloths and the moment he truly recognized the lethal glittering steel at her core that she wielded in defense of her worlds, against all comers.

The universe was her stage; she'd dance across it, a shining beacon, and he'd echo her every step, guarding her back. Doing so would kill him, but it would be a good death - and he'd hold her place till she caught him up.