The calm autumn night air filtered through the forest, silent, save for the clopping of a horse hooves crunching dirt and grass. Astride noble Gringolet sat his famed owner, Knight of the Sun, Sir Gawain of Orkey rode him towards his destination. A year had passed since he had beheaded the Green Knight, and as per his oath, he had sworn, when a year had passed, the strange knight may take his head as recompense.
Soon, he stopped his horse. The time had come, the moment prepared for. He found himself before the ruined temple, the Green Chapel where he had tried, and failed, to slay the seemingly immortal knight. He steeled his nerves, even if the sun, which granted him the strength of ten men, did not shine upon him at the moment, he had faith in his skill, his strength of arms, Excalibur Galatine, sister sword to his king and uncle's own Excalibur, and in the Lord that he would prove the victor. "Oh Green Knight, a year hath past since our last duel. I, Gawain, son of King Lot of Orkney, and nephew to the good King Arthur, have to come to repay my oath. I tried to take your head, so you may take mine." He called out, his voice echoing through the air.
A moment passed, and for a brief second, Gawain though he had gotten the time wrong, or the place, or that the Green Knight would not show up. However, he was proven wrong as the Green Knight, adorned in their emerald colored armor, the accursed mantle billowing in the wind, stepped out of the shadows. "So, you showed up, good. It is pleasing that such a noble knight as yourself can keep their promises." They advanced, axe raised, as Gawain dismounted his swift steed.
Gawain raised a hand, "Brave knight, if this be my last night alive, may I have but one boon?" he asked, as the knight tilted their head, then, after a pause, slowly nodded. "I thank you." a small smile graced his resplendent face. "I only wish to look upon the face of the fair knight whose head I sorely tried, and failed, to cleave from their shoulders."
The knight then did something Gawain did not expect, they laughed. "Oh, is that all, Sir Gawain? Very well then." The Green Knight sheathed their ornate battleaxe and raised their hands to the sides of their leaf inlaid helmet, and slowly lifting it off to reveal-
"Lady Bertilak?!" Gawain's eyes widened. "You were-"
The Green Knight, now revealed to be Lady Bertilak, threw back her head and chuckled. "Did you think me to be my brother?" She asked, before Gawain gasped. "Lord Bertilak is my brother, not my husband. Why, aside from your good looks, else would I wish to make love to you." her skin had the slightest tinge of green, and her ears slightly pointed. Even though it was winter, the foliage around them was bright and green.
"You are of the Fae…" The lethal chef of Camelot realized, gulping. "I apologize my lady, if I had known, I would have been more courteous to you and your hus-brother." he bowed his head.
Lady Bertilak chuckled, "Don't worry, he actually wanted to fuck you as well." she purred, and her smile grew as a fierce blush grew on his face. "Don't worry, there's a different head I'll be taking." she grinned, tossing aside the enchanted axe, licking her lips.
It was then that Gawain steeled himself, "Very well then, Lady Bertilak. I know as well as all that it is quite rude to offend a Fae, and it would be far less knightly to offend a fair and beautiful maiden such as yourself, so," with the force of 10 men, he tore away his codpiece and armor. An angelic choir filled the air, as his shining girth gleamed with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns, "take my head!"
"HAHAHAAHAHAH!" Throughout the room Gareth, the other Knights of the Round Table, the assorted versions of their king, and their Master, Ritsuka Fujimaru, or as she was better known as Gudako, had assembled to read a doujin Gareth had stumbled upon. Speaking of, the dog eared knight/amateur alchemist was currently on her back, clutching the accursed doujin, and laughing her armored ass off, her canine ears flopping wildly. "Oh, I had no idea you fancied the Green Knight so, elder brother." The yaoi obsessed knight cackled.
Meanwhile, said elder brother, the Knight of the Sun, Gawain, was sputtering, face red, looking between his king, fellow knights, his sister, and the offending novel. "I….I...She…."
Arturia, the classic Saber variant, flashed her nephew a small smirk. "Come now, Sir Gawain, as your literary counterpart so eloquently put it, it would be rude indeed to offend one of the Fae." Gawain could only groan and cover his face in his hands.
"Yeah, plus, at least he got laid, unlike you, bro." Mordred cackled, lightly, for her, punching the taller knight in the forearm.
Gawain rounded on his sister, "I will have you know, Mordred, I have had the pleasure to know quite a many maiden well." He puffed out his chest.
A light chuckle filled the air, and the assembled group turned their heads towards Sir Tristan. The bow wielding ginger was rarely one to emote, so him doing so was a shock. "Oh? Then you are what more modern parlance calls "A manwhore." is that not so, oh Knight of the Sun?"
Gawain fumed, his face tinged crimson as the laughter of his fellows, Lancelot in particular, rang in his ears. As he moved to rebuke Sir Tristan, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the air.
All eyes turned towards the door to the chamber, before in burst the fiery redheaded Last Master of Chaldea, Ritsuka "Gudako" Fujimaru. "Yo Gawain! I just summoned some Green Knight weirdo that's looking….for….you." She trailed off, noticing there was suddenly a Gawain shaped void in the Round Table grouping. Alongside that, there was a conspicuous mantle and silver armor in a neat pile on the ground. That and Gawain shaped holes heading towards the Summoning Chamber, a nude Gawain barely visible in the distance.
"Ah, the power of love, or perhaps lust, is a truly powerful motivator." Bedievere said, wiping a tear from his eye with his silver armor.
Gudako blinked, "Should I have said this Green Knight is a dude?"