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Ange Chapter 18
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Summary: Beltaine!, Chapter 17
A/N: French is in italics bold is google translated Irish. I started an unbroken duolingo french streak back in october so some of these translations are done by yours truly! (with some google translate thrown in on native speaker sentences) Though if you’re French I apologize for making fun of the language but also these are the things I complain about learning it
Historical Context: officially, medieval childhoods ended at 12, but when it came to marriage at twelve, they were supposed to wait a few years. The Apostle Phillip is associated with May Day. Oisin is a story from Celtic mythology def worth the full read
Warnings: sibling death, heavy drinking, Raymond being an ass
Word Count: 3508
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“We need to find you a handmaid,” Raymond grumbled from behind you as you slowly pinned on your wimple. He was particularly prickly this morning in anticipation of the Beltaine festival and all the visiting lords, which was not even slightly helping your nerves. The next thing you knew, Raymond was immediately behind you, taking the pins from your hand and finishing your head covering quickly. 
“Why do I need a handmaid when I have you?” You joked. 
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Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash
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My default setting is assuming people don’t want to talk to me
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the great war fits so many ships its insane but lets be real it was written FOR everlark "we could plant a memory garden say a solemn prayer place a poppy in my hair theres no morning glory it was war it wasnt fair" like
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i hope you are being compassionate with yourself today. you are your oldest childhood friend
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JAIME LANNISTER |  8.01 “Winterfell”
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MERLIN | 1x08 “The Beginning of the End”
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Ben Barnes starring as Billy Russo THE PUNISHER S01E07 | ‘Crosshairs’
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VIGGO MORTENSEN as ARAGORN THE TWO TOWERS, 2002, dir. Peter Jackson bonus:
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Here I am, trawling the city, ever the good soldier in search of a wastrel who’s never taken half an interest in his birthright.
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would’ve could’ve should’ve. you agree. reblog
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Alucard when he starts staking people and becoming bitter towards humanity like his father Dracula: Oh well I guess it runs in the family I suppose :/
Alucard when he starts unironically quoting Trevor: This is truly the worst possible scenario, a fate worse than death that my pride and integrity can not handle, to become a mess like him! I’ve gone too far and fallen, I must turn back now, ASAP!
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Alicent and Criston feeding off of each others’ hatred, inexplicably driving each other to be worse and worse, villainizing a fairly innocent woman for her societal transgressions because neither of them were allowed or will allow themselves their own transgressions, the catholic guilt of it all, I—
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YENNEFER & GERALT 1x05 “Bottled Appetites”
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I Could Never Give You Peace
BEOWULF x GUINEVERE crossover fic
Beowulf from Beowulf: Return to the Shieldlands and Guinevere from Starz Camelot
DISCLAIMER/NOTES: The characters don't belong to me, I'm just having fun. This fic is going to be six parts, I'll tag them as #katerinacrossovers and #katerinabeowulfxguinevere. The title comes from the TS song "peace". References to TESV: Skyrim.
PART III
Nightfall was upon them and the funeral pyre would soon be lit. The peasantry had gathered, eager to hail their Thane for the last time, and help him reach the Hall of Warriors by praising his name while the flames would engulf him.
Beowulf was never much of a believer; the world was a vast place - he traveled a good deal of it, and saw that every region and every race believed in different gods that the one he was raised to. But Hrothgar wholeheartedly believed in his gods.
"Tonight," Thane Rita spoke loudly, so everybody in the crowd could hear her. "We bid our last goodbye to Hrothgar, Thane of Heorot. He was a brave and honorable man. A great warrior and a strong leader."
"Hail Hrothgar!" The crowd said in unison.
Rita went on. "Tonight, he enters the Warrior's Hall! Tonight, he shall feast with the gods!"
"Hail Hrothgar!" Once more,
"Tonight, the flames of his fire shall reach for the sky! Hail Hrothgar! Hail Hrothgar! Hail Hrothgar!"
It was almost too much to bear for Beowulf; to be absent all these years, only to return and see that the man who took him under his wing was already dead. "Damn Rita and her schemes," he thought.
Slean, as Hrothgar's true born son would be the one to light the pyre. Guinevere stood by her mother, solemn looking. The headpiece that crowned her hair gleamed in the light of the torches, but shadows concealed her face.
That's when Beowulf noticed the man that stood next to her; he looked to be around Beowulf's age, if not older, and he was tall and lean with a stern expression on his face. He carried a sword in a sheath on his side. The silver-white handle of it resembled that of a southern knight. It was very uncommon that one of their kind would be so far up north.
Curious, he made his way to them. Hopefully, Guinevere would explain to him.
"Guinevere," he said, lowering his head in respect. "Are you alright?" He offered his hand to her.
She hesitated. Glancing at the knight and back to him, she eventually refused his hand. "Beowulf," she said with a nervous smile. "I am quite well, thank you."
The man looked at her expectantly, raising one eyebrow at her. Guinevere stumbled over her words.
"Is he intimidating her somehow?" The thought crossed him mind, unbidden. Beowulf reached for his dagger, not pulling it out yet.
She seemed to notice it and hasten to explain.
"Let me introduce you to my husband, Ser Leontes of Camelot." She said, leaving Beowulf starstruck - a husband she hasn't mentioned at all to him. "And this is Beowulf, once my father's ward."
The knight inclined his head in acknowledgement with a smirk on his face.
Beowulf snapped out of his shock. "You are a long way from Camelot, my friend," he said, gathering his wits.
"Indeed I am. I do not yet quite understand why my lady wife insists on living here instead of the south, but I hope in time she changes her mind." Ser Leontes said. Guinevere gave him a dark look he didn't notice.
Beowulf chuckled. "Good luck trying to convince a daughter of the True North to live anywhere but there," he said. "Auroras aren't visible south of Whiterun, and a true northerner cannot live away from their light for long."
"And have you reached that conclusion yourself? Are you well traveled?" He asked, half amused.
Resisting the urge to punch him, Beowulf gave his reply. "Aye. I have been as far north as Icewind Dale and Solitude, and as far east as the Iron Mountains. I have also passed by Camelot, but the southernmost place I have been to is the Shores of Old Gondor and as for the east, I have traveled to the elven forests and beyond them, to the bountiful Reach and the Citadel."
The knight's lips became a thin line. "You lead quite an adventurous life, Beowulf. What is it you do?"
Guinevere watched them in silence.
"I hunt monsters of all kinds," he simply said.
This time the knight laughed. "And which is the most evil of the monsters that you've slain?"He asked mockingly.
Beowulf narrowed his eyes - the bastard deserved to be stabbed. He tightened the grip on his dagger contemplating if the knight was worth the trouble, but Guinevere caught his eye: she was silent still, but with her eyes she implored him not to do it, not give in to the worst instincts.
He let the dagger be.
"Humans," he said and walked away, but not before giving Guinevere a last look. She looked relieved and thankful.
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