#isolde x brangaine

[each-uisge-enthusiast]

sometimes you have to accept that the only person who's going to write the isolde/brangaine toxic yuri slowburn with angst tragic ending fic you want to read is you

[imthemuthafuckingcricket]

Palamedes: "I'm in love with the fair maiden Isolde!"

Brangain drawing X's over Isolde's likeness in th dirt:

"Unfortunate"

[epic-summaries]

Palomides x Brangaine: First Kiss 😘 (Palomides thinks Brangaine is in love with Tristan, she thinks he still loves Isolde. Then they both think they other has died)

Oh no. No. No. No. Where was she? Palomides scrambled around on this moonless night. He felt a sticky liquid. It was blood. He felt blindly a little bit more. No. No. No. He felt a dress covered in the sticky liquid.

He took his sword ready to avenged Brangaine if he needed to. He would kill Pellinore’s fable beast for what it did.

Palomides stumbled around. He needed light. He needed to find the beast. The beast has torment people for too long.

Palomides found himself in a meadow where to his surprise Brangaine pointed a torch in his direction.

Everything happened so fast, yet so slow. Brangaine jumped into Palomides’ arms. Palomides held her close. Brangine took Palomides’ face and kissed him. All of that must have happened in less than a minute.

“I thought you were in love with Tristan?”

“Why?” She looked surprised.

“He’s hot and charming…”

“He’s an edgy sad boy.” Palomides could not help but smile. The woman he loved loved him back. “I thought Pellinore’s beast had killed you.” Brangaine kissed Palomides’ cheek.

“Are you guys done?” said a male voice from behind them.

Dindrane and Isolde stood there dressed like Pellinore’s beast.

[forthegothicheroine]

If you're still doing these: Palomides x Brangaine where Tristan plays wingman badly for Palomides, which ends in the sarracen almost being killed and Brangaine saving him

“I could attempt to abduct Maid Brangaine, and you could save her!”

“No.”

“Then I could simply challenge you for her hand, and you could defeat me!”

“Tristram, why must all your romantic solutions involve violence?”

Tristram sighed as if explaining the world’s most obvious concept.

“Because love is violence!  Love is passion, love is danger, love is death!  There is no such thing as mild courtship, not for the true lover!  Have at thee, Saracen, for the hand of the fair Brangaine!”

Palomides barely had time to draw his own sword and defend himself before Tristram was attacking.  The man did not know the meaning of the words ‘mock combat’- Palomides was quite convinced that if he lost, he would be subject to either death or humiliation, even in a game that was theoretically supposed to help him.  Granted, most of his encounters with Tristram ended in swordfights.  He was beginning to wonder why he spent so much time with the man.

“Stop, stop!” Brangaine yelled as she ran over to them.  (He was lucky it hadn’t been Isolde, who would have cheered them on.)  “How dare you!” she said, addressing Tristram.  “How dare you attack a man who has saved my life, just because you’ve quarreled over the hand of Isolde!  You know her heart belongs to you, Palomides is no rival.”

As she pulled Palomides aside, Tristram gave him a look that said ‘See?  It works!’