Setting History right (Gawain Tg)

“I am afraid you have lost me again, sir…?”

“Luke. Just Luke, no sir.”

“Right. Luke.” The confused knight let out, trying to stay polite as best he could. “Please do not take offense, but what you are describing just sounds unrealistic. “It's not…”

“Listen, it's not about being unrealistic or not, it's about setting history right, which is a noble cause.” Luke declared, pumping his fist against his chest. “And in history it’s meant to be that Sir Gawain was actually Lady Gawain, a fairy knight that plunges the land into darkness one day. I should know. I am from the future and have studied this stuff for a very long time.”

“But, Sir Luke. Don’t you think you have come to the wrong person?” The knight asked. “I am neither a lady nor a fairy, nor will I ever strive to obtain power to plunge anything into darkness. As such, there is a real possibility that you have searched up the wrong…”

“Out of the question.” Luke interrupted, making the knight blink briefly. “You look and talk exactly like what those teachers of mine claimed Sir Gawain should have looked like. And because I didn’t have proof of the contrary, those imbeciles dared to dismiss my presentation. I obviously had no choice but to traverse time to find and bring with me the real Gawain.”

“Wait… you plan to bring me into the future…?”

“Yes, but only after making a few adjustments.” Luke cracked his knuckles, making the knight gulp and take a step back. “After all, I can’t really show up with a male human knight when I set out to prove that I am right, right?”

“I mean…” Sir Gawain bit his lip. “How exactly do you intend to-”
“Heads up!” Luke interrupted Sir Gawain’s sentence via throwing a flask with a light blue liquid inside. Sir Gawain didn’t get a good look at it, but it certainly appeared more bubbly than any drink he had ever seen.

He was too slow to block the sudden attack and took the flask to the face. Though he didn’t feel any pain, in fact the glass appeared to vanish into thin air after shattering. His face was a bit moist rather than drenched by the potion’s contents, as if his skin had absorbed it all in seconds. “What folly!” Sir Gawain growled. “Pulling a sudden attack like that! Do you lack honor-”

Sir Gawain stopped talking. His voice was cracking and was becoming reminiscent of his teen years. They appeared to regress to that level and then begin to take a different direction. “This… what did you do?” Sir Gawain asked but he received no answer. His body was becoming hot- both literally and physically. The heavy armor he was wearing began to feel very uncomfortable; he had to take it off.

Removing proved to be a bigger struggle than he thought though. Gawain grunted and moaned as he removed his chest plates. They appeared to be pushed out with a few pieces even falling off before he could even remove it. Even after removing his chainmail there was still a heavy weight, or should I say, weights on his chest. “By the gods! I am becoming a woman!” He gasped looking down at the perky pair of mommy milkers that sat on his chest.

“Ah~” Was all he could let out, as his body forcefully adjusted itself, making him wonder what had just happened. It was his behind, his buttox being inflated like a two helium balloons, only much heavier on his backside, causing him to be forced to stick it out much further than he ever intended to. And with his chest already being quite impressive, maybe even more so than every girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, it also made him feel like his pose emphasized his chest maybe a little too much as well.

“You fiend. You … slightly handsome, but definitely evil fiend! Even though you have told me your plan, I still don’t understand what end goal you… Ah~” Gawain gasped, trying to protest but was once again interrupted by weirdness spreading across his body.

It was impressive how much stature a single person could lose in such a short time, because with his armor having fallen off and his shoulders starting to shrink and narrow, he felt like he was quickly forced into occupying only half of the horizontal space he would have usually occupied. Except that the very next thing that happened was that his hips seemingly made up all his lost broadness, which he didn’t really feel all that good about.

Sir Gawain let out a very girly scream, one that he couldn’t even believe that his body was able to produce, when the bubbling feeling spread to his head. Within seconds, his hair burst out of his head, growing and growing longer than he had ever had it before, while his face seemingly shifted on a very fundamental level. His eyes grew bigger, his nose smaller and that was all happening while his hair tried to grow so much that it could touch Gawain’s now very extended behind. And it very nearly succeeded.

“Let’s add some more ‘Fairy knightness’ to you. Just a thick girl alone would probably impress no one. Or at least, only the wrong people.” Luke joked and pulled a magical tiara out of his pocket.

Gawain was scared, but that only served to freeze him solid as Luke placed that artifact on top of his head. And the moment it touched him, he felt all of his muscles tense up at the same time.

It was as if he was forced to overwork every single muscle. Like he was doing every single warmup exercise at the same time and ten times harder, yet he didn’t tire. Instead, he could visibly see his muscles grow and strengthen, expanding like a bread put in an oven which was a very fitting analogy considering how he felt at that moment.

So when everything was over, he couldn’t help but collapse on the ground, despite his strength having more than quadrupled in those key seconds.

“Whaaaa~”

Which is exactly when Luke bowed down, picked up the knight and threw him over his shoulders, destroying what little knightley dignity Sir Gawain had left. And his manly pride. And even his manliness down below, as this act seemingly convinced the knight's own sword that being a sheath for this man was the better choice for her life.

So she just hung there, thrown around the shoulders of a man she had known for about five minutes, turned into some sort of fairy knight as he stepped through a time portal just to prove a point. The only question that really resonated in her head the whole time was… why did that guy suddenly seem so handsome to her…?

— In Luke’s Room —

Luke entered his room, plopping down on his bed in satisfaction. He looked at the paper he was holding- his written essay for his class. A big red “A+” was marked on (though there were fit notes of some grammatical errors the professor was willing to look past). “Going off your face I assume this was a success,” the female knight of olden days said. She was hanging near the doorframe, in her underwear of all things.

“You bet! You made for an amazing ‘cosplayer’ ‘Lady Gawain!” Luke said with a snicker. “Everyone loved you!” Lady Gawain blushed and turned her head to try to hide her embarrassment though she did so rather poorly. “How foolish I was to go with this plan. It was the worst mistake in my life…” She sighed.
“Oh come on! It’s not that bad! Who would be upset with a body like-”

Luke was slapped on the face. “You foolish fool! No, I’m a fool for… falling for such a commoner!” She finally blurted out.
“Huh?” Luke wasn’t following where this was going. “But when I send you back in time you go back to be married to the prince of the enemy nation and everything ends well. Which commoner did you fall in love with?”

Lady Gawain crept up to Luke’s legs and reached for the essay. She didn’t take it but instead guided Luke’s finger to a few paragraphs down on his essay. Luke hadn’t paid attention to what effects he had on history, but he now noticed that his essay looked a bit differently. There was a part he didn’t recall writing. “Lady Gawain gave birth to many children, but the one who inherited the kingdom was not the daughter of her husband. Whenever asked who honored her with her first child, Lady Gawain simply muttered ‘my darling Luke’”.

Luke’s heart went cold but immediately warmed up as he read that line. He looked up at the fairy knight before him. Her face was just as red as his was now. And even if not entirely historically accurate, this was definitely the happiest ending she could have wished for.

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How do you prove that you are objectively right? You just go back in time, alter history and bring home the waifu. Duh!