Gryvon – Writer of LGBTQ Erotic Fiction

Green Grows the Holly

Green Grows the Holly (5411 words) by gryvon
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Arthurian Mythology
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Gawain/Bertilak de Hautdesert
Characters: Gawain (Arthurian), Bertilak de Hautdesert
Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Incest, Community: smut_fest, Angst, Breathplay, Temporary Character Death

Honor leads to betrayal, betrayal to death, and the cycle continues anew. Gawain’s love for Bertilak isn’t enough to save him from the Green Knight’s ax, but they have more than one lifetime to try.

A cold breeze swept through the chapel courtyard, tossing a light dusting of snow across the Green Knight’s boots. It was cold, almost unseasonably so, or at least it seemed colder than the last time he’d ventured beyond castle walls. Perhaps it was the time spent in Bertilak’s warm home that made it so. The chapel felt like a wintery hell in comparison. Colder still had been the Green Knight’s silent gaze as they’d met, scant moments earlier. He knew he should look up, should face his end like a knight but Gawain couldn’t bring himself to meet the eyes of his executioner. Shame twisted in his gut, roiling and burning like a snake gnawing through his belly. He wasn’t ashamed of their arrangement. He’d kept his honor in that.

Damn his honor and the things it drove him to do.

If he closed his eyes, he could see it, the source of his shame. In his mind’s eye, he pictured Lord Bertilak, his humble and generous host for the last two weeks, whose kindness he had unwillingly betrayed. He could still see the look on Lord Bertilak’s face as Gawain had passed on his “catch” of the day, first amusement as three kisses – not quite chaste, but also not nearing the passion that he wanted to express, the kind of passion that two men should not share and yet he couldn’t help himself. Then the amusement had faded, turning to confusion then anger then cold betrayal as Gawain had held Bertilak’s wife’s green girdle between them. It was just a thin slip of cloth, far too sheer and delicate to cause the kind of harm it did, and yet it rent them, as sharp and malicious as the Green Knight’s ax.

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