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Sir Gawain and the Fifth Fitt by SuperSpicySatan
Fandoms: Sir Gawayn and þe Grene Knyȝt | Gawain and the Green Knight - Anonymous | Gawain Poet
15 Mar 2026
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"The next year rolls on; the winter turns to spring, snow gives way to showers that nourish the green of the fields beyond the edge of Camelot’s citadel and Gawain resumes his life in court. Some nights he lies awake, waiting for the Green Lady to rap on his door, let herself in, and hold him fast to her breast. Other nights he believes he will wake to find Lord Bertilak’s kind face smiling down instead, only to wake to the reality that they were both far from this place, beyond this realm, so instead Gawain listens to the rain hit the castle stones."
A year after Gawain returns from Hautdesert, his confidence is still shaken and so he decides to go back and confront Bertilak, he doesn't expect his uncle, King Arthur, to tag along.
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Marshall Robert Singer has one hand resting on his hip, the other gripping the discarded practice pole. Castiel thinks he looks tired. That said, with how the kaiju have been crawling with increasing frequency out of the Breach with every passing week and decimating the cities lining the Pacific, no one can blame the man for that.
Castiel knows there aren't enough Jaegers or Jaeger pilots left to defend the coastline against the monsters—but with his history, he's not getting back into harness. He's never joining his mind with anyone else's. Not again.
“Congratulations. You boys done dancing yet?” Singer demands, thumping the butt of the staff on the ground with blunt, percussive force. “We got work to do.”
“Work?” Castiel asks, frowning.
“Congratulations?” Dean finishes.
“Well, yeah.” The Marshall of North America's last battle-center looks back and forth between them, clearly questioning their intelligence. His lip curls just slightly under his beard—no doubt at their blank expressions. “You’re obviously Drift-compatible, ya idjits.”
“What?”
“What?”
(A Pacific Rim AU)

