Ficlet: 50 Sentences v. 3
Author: Ashley
50 Sentences v. 3
Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: slash, language
Summary: 50 sentences about Arthur and Lancelot.
Feedback would be love.
For the community 1sentence.
1. Lancelot sometimes longed for battle, the mindless butchering of his enemies easier than trying to tend to Arthur after a long night the man had spent in self-doubt. (comfort)
2. Arthur had never paid much attention to the feel of skin before - until it was under his, and was warm and yielding, yet rough and unlike anything he’d ever touched. (kiss)
3. Lancelot couldn’t help but laugh anytime he touched the bare skin over Arthur’s ribs - the man would let out a screech that would have made Vanora proud, and ran, unashamed and naked, as far as his legs could carry him away from Lancelot’s questing hands. (soft)
4. Arthur grit his teeth, the arrow wound in his thigh nothing compared to the twist in his stomach at the sight of his knight’s blood spilling onto the ground. (pain)
5. “Not those horrid boiled lumps again,” Lancelot moaned, and Arthur took the opportunity to jerk at the man’s hair as he complained again about their lack of fresh food. (potatoes)
6. Lancelot squinted at the sun, his gauntleted hand shielding his eyes - it had been almost three weeks since the rain had ceased - and he stopped his horse as he tried to just soak in the warmth he’d never thought he’d miss so much. (rain)
7. The small brown lump of sweet sat in Arthur’s open palm; Lancelot’s eyebrow cocked as he tried to think of as many ways to get the candy away from the commander and into his mouth that he could. (chocolate)
8. Arthur grinned, and thanked God silently at the sight of Lancelot groaning and tottering about his quarters, up and mobile for the first time since his wound-fever had almost killed him. (happiness)
9. “How many Romans does it take to read the daily post?” Lancelot asked, his long legs stuck out in front of him as he watched Arthur go through yet another piece of vellum. (telephone - I changed this to general communication)
10. When Lancelot was sleeping, Arthur dared to do a few things he’d never do while the other man was awake - he reached out a finger, tracing the delicate shell of Lancelot’s ear, the pink skin and soft flesh feeling like a newly opened flower to even Arthur’s calloused hands. (ear)
11. He had thought it amusing when the Sarmatians, tired of trying to pronounce his given name, had taken to calling him Arthur - the name his father and Pelagius had called him most often. (name)
12. The flickering light from the brazier cast shadows across Lancelot’s face - and Arthur moved from his seat, his hands and body aching to touch the other man. (sensual)
13. Excalibur was a heavy weight, coated in the gore of battle - but it was a weight Arthur would gladly bear if it meant the dark eyes and arched brows he saw each day would be around even just a little longer. (death)
14. “What are you - oh sweet gods,” came the breathy moan at his ear; Arthur merely grinned, and did what he had been wanting to do for quite some time, his hands memorizing the alternating hardness and soft plains of Lancelot’s skin. (sex)
15. His fingers trembled as they hesitated, then covered his friends eyes for one last time, the dark depths blank and empty, finally. (touch)
16. Lancelot squirmed out of Arthur’s grasp and laughed as he ran from the other man, the red cloak of Arthur’s office held proudly in Lancelot’s hands, Arthur’s shouts of indignation echoing after him. (weakness)
17. The crack of Lancelot’s fist on his jaw made Arthur’s head snap back, and unexpected tears rush to his eyes. (tears)
18. The wind blew their hair back from their sweaty foreheads, and the horses raced neck and neck as the two men smiled at each other - the sun and each other the only things that mattered in the world. (speed)
19. Arthur remained on the battlements as long as he could stand it - and then allowed Lancelot’s hands to guide him back down the stairs, the biting icy air the only thing he could feel besides the breath from the man at his side. (wind)
20. The first time Arthur had heard Vanora sing, it had brought chills to his skin - the last time he heard her, it had shattered what was left of his heart. (freedom)
21. Staring at the smoke filled sky, Arthur roared his anger, his promised sacrifice ignored by God and by Lancelot as well. (life)
22. He sat at the small corner table in the tavern, and pretended he wasn’t jealous of the multitude of serving wenches that touched Lancelot’s shoulder or played with the knight’s dark curls. (jealousy)
23. One corner of Lancelot’s mouth rose; he watched Arthur take one of his fingers into his mouth, the other man’s attempt at seduction sweet and yet silly as well. (hands)
24. “I’ve had to drink milk mixed with horse’s blood, Arthur, so don’t you dare complain about Galahad’s cooking one more time.” (taste)
25. Eyes narrowed, the young knight watched in suspicious surprise as his equally young commander berated the other officer for trying to punish his men. (devotion)
26. Fifteen years had seemed so long when Arthur had first arrived at the garrison - now, staring at the empty seats at his table, he laughed bitterly at his naivete. (forever)
27. “Give me your hand,” Lancelot snapped at Arthur, the small wound from the days’ skirmish feeling like nothing compared to the coldness that the other man’s anger brought to Arthur’s gut. (blood)
28. As Arthur writhed on his sick bed, Lancelot squeezed his eyes shut and silently swore to kill the other man when his stupidly-caught infection was healed. (sickness)
29. Arthur’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sound that flowed seamlessly out of the other man’s throat - only returning to their natural state when threatened with bloody, violent death if he said anything about Lancelot singing to anyone else. (melody)
30. It didn’t rain that evening - and Arthur spent most of the night silently on the ramparts, watching the brightest star twinkling, almost mocking him from it’s safety in the sky. (star)
31. Lancelot had known most of his life exactly what home should be and had been to him - and now he secretly alternately loathed and loved Arthur for making him realize it was something else after dreaming of one thing for so many years. (home)
32. Staring into the Woad girl’s large brown eyes, he saw triumph there - and wanted to bash his own head against the bricks of the Wall for believing Arthur would actually do something for himself for a change. (confusion)
33. Arthur froze in horror, unable to unlock his muscles until he saw his lieutenant drop, avoiding the arrow Arthur believed he hadn’t warned of in time. (fear)
34. He waited for Lancelot’s sarcastic comment or eye roll - and when it didn’t come, Arthur raised his head from his knees and looked at the other man, who was merely watching him with something akin to pity in his eyes. (lightning/thunder)
35. The slaves that passed through the garrison on their way to Londinium were bound by rough rope - rope that to Lancelot looked awfully like the bonds the Romans had used to tie the young boys that had caused “trouble” on the journey to Briton together with. (bonds)
36. The dagger was devoid of decoration and simply made - but Arthur had never seen a more exquisite or better weapon than the one Lancelot had found at an unobtrusive stall in the local market. (market)
37. The first time the boy had mounted his horse, he’d ridden free of sadles or bridles; the last time, he’d been weighed down with armour and lance and sword and bow - he found as he lay bleeding onto the cold ground he preferred the first way. (technology)
38. “My death will have a purpose,” Arthur intoned, and before the other man could turn and see him, Lancelot gritted his teeth, railing silently to Arthur’s damn God that He could try and see what happened if He took Arthur’s offer seriously. (gift)
39. A small laugh broke from Lancelot’s full mouth, and Arthur cocked an eyebrow, sure that this was the first time he’d seen the other man actually smile - that silly smirk no competition for the true expression on the knight’s face. (smile)
40. The lash broke Arthur’s skin, the blood that ran down his back staining the ground, the look of surprise and pain on his face one Lancelot would never forget. (innocence)
41. “Stop stalling, and come here,” the rough words were punctuated by a grab of Arthur’s tunic, and he allowed himself to be draw to Lancelot, his body finally relaxing as his skin touched the other man’s. (completion)
42. It was strange, Lancelot mused, that only on certain days Arthur’s eyes were flat and dull, large green discs that reflected nothing save his own guilt and worry. (clouds)
43. The lake water rippled, and as the two men lounged on the bank, their skin and clothing drying slowly, Arthur saw the sky and sun that shone in the other man’s face - and wondered why he’d never noticed it before. (sky)
44. “Get your eyes off the heavens, Castus, and see me.” (heaven)
45. His country was at peace, his wife busy with her own court, his old knights happy and retired, and Arthur swore he’d never been so miserable and alone in his whole life. (hell)
46. Arthur marveled at the way Lancelot’s skin glowed white in the firelight - and ran his fingers over the marks left unevenly on his arms by the sun and his armor. (sun)
47. Seated on the window ledge, Lancelot counted in his head, actually making it til ten before Arthur dragged him down, telling him he could watch the moon just fine from the chairs in his office. (moon)
48. When Lancelot had crossed the ocean on his way to Britain for the first time, he’d sworn he’d never forget the sight of the waves - and how they reminded him so much of the miles of wind blown high grass back home. (waves)
49. Discovering that Arthur had a weakness was a boon - discovering it was something as simple as having his hair touched was a blessing. (hair)
50. The world shrank to a pinpoint of light, and then exploded into an entire galaxy of stars and planets as Arthur clutched at Lancelot’s body, his face buried in the other man’s neck, his body sheathed in Lancelot’s, his soul touching the other man’s, home at last. (supernova)
50 Sentences v. 3
Disclaimer: not mine
Warnings: slash, language
Summary: 50 sentences about Arthur and Lancelot.
Feedback would be love.
For the community 1sentence.
1. Lancelot sometimes longed for battle, the mindless butchering of his enemies easier than trying to tend to Arthur after a long night the man had spent in self-doubt. (comfort)
2. Arthur had never paid much attention to the feel of skin before - until it was under his, and was warm and yielding, yet rough and unlike anything he’d ever touched. (kiss)
3. Lancelot couldn’t help but laugh anytime he touched the bare skin over Arthur’s ribs - the man would let out a screech that would have made Vanora proud, and ran, unashamed and naked, as far as his legs could carry him away from Lancelot’s questing hands. (soft)
4. Arthur grit his teeth, the arrow wound in his thigh nothing compared to the twist in his stomach at the sight of his knight’s blood spilling onto the ground. (pain)
5. “Not those horrid boiled lumps again,” Lancelot moaned, and Arthur took the opportunity to jerk at the man’s hair as he complained again about their lack of fresh food. (potatoes)
6. Lancelot squinted at the sun, his gauntleted hand shielding his eyes - it had been almost three weeks since the rain had ceased - and he stopped his horse as he tried to just soak in the warmth he’d never thought he’d miss so much. (rain)
7. The small brown lump of sweet sat in Arthur’s open palm; Lancelot’s eyebrow cocked as he tried to think of as many ways to get the candy away from the commander and into his mouth that he could. (chocolate)
8. Arthur grinned, and thanked God silently at the sight of Lancelot groaning and tottering about his quarters, up and mobile for the first time since his wound-fever had almost killed him. (happiness)
9. “How many Romans does it take to read the daily post?” Lancelot asked, his long legs stuck out in front of him as he watched Arthur go through yet another piece of vellum. (telephone - I changed this to general communication)
10. When Lancelot was sleeping, Arthur dared to do a few things he’d never do while the other man was awake - he reached out a finger, tracing the delicate shell of Lancelot’s ear, the pink skin and soft flesh feeling like a newly opened flower to even Arthur’s calloused hands. (ear)
11. He had thought it amusing when the Sarmatians, tired of trying to pronounce his given name, had taken to calling him Arthur - the name his father and Pelagius had called him most often. (name)
12. The flickering light from the brazier cast shadows across Lancelot’s face - and Arthur moved from his seat, his hands and body aching to touch the other man. (sensual)
13. Excalibur was a heavy weight, coated in the gore of battle - but it was a weight Arthur would gladly bear if it meant the dark eyes and arched brows he saw each day would be around even just a little longer. (death)
14. “What are you - oh sweet gods,” came the breathy moan at his ear; Arthur merely grinned, and did what he had been wanting to do for quite some time, his hands memorizing the alternating hardness and soft plains of Lancelot’s skin. (sex)
15. His fingers trembled as they hesitated, then covered his friends eyes for one last time, the dark depths blank and empty, finally. (touch)
16. Lancelot squirmed out of Arthur’s grasp and laughed as he ran from the other man, the red cloak of Arthur’s office held proudly in Lancelot’s hands, Arthur’s shouts of indignation echoing after him. (weakness)
17. The crack of Lancelot’s fist on his jaw made Arthur’s head snap back, and unexpected tears rush to his eyes. (tears)
18. The wind blew their hair back from their sweaty foreheads, and the horses raced neck and neck as the two men smiled at each other - the sun and each other the only things that mattered in the world. (speed)
19. Arthur remained on the battlements as long as he could stand it - and then allowed Lancelot’s hands to guide him back down the stairs, the biting icy air the only thing he could feel besides the breath from the man at his side. (wind)
20. The first time Arthur had heard Vanora sing, it had brought chills to his skin - the last time he heard her, it had shattered what was left of his heart. (freedom)
21. Staring at the smoke filled sky, Arthur roared his anger, his promised sacrifice ignored by God and by Lancelot as well. (life)
22. He sat at the small corner table in the tavern, and pretended he wasn’t jealous of the multitude of serving wenches that touched Lancelot’s shoulder or played with the knight’s dark curls. (jealousy)
23. One corner of Lancelot’s mouth rose; he watched Arthur take one of his fingers into his mouth, the other man’s attempt at seduction sweet and yet silly as well. (hands)
24. “I’ve had to drink milk mixed with horse’s blood, Arthur, so don’t you dare complain about Galahad’s cooking one more time.” (taste)
25. Eyes narrowed, the young knight watched in suspicious surprise as his equally young commander berated the other officer for trying to punish his men. (devotion)
26. Fifteen years had seemed so long when Arthur had first arrived at the garrison - now, staring at the empty seats at his table, he laughed bitterly at his naivete. (forever)
27. “Give me your hand,” Lancelot snapped at Arthur, the small wound from the days’ skirmish feeling like nothing compared to the coldness that the other man’s anger brought to Arthur’s gut. (blood)
28. As Arthur writhed on his sick bed, Lancelot squeezed his eyes shut and silently swore to kill the other man when his stupidly-caught infection was healed. (sickness)
29. Arthur’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at the sound that flowed seamlessly out of the other man’s throat - only returning to their natural state when threatened with bloody, violent death if he said anything about Lancelot singing to anyone else. (melody)
30. It didn’t rain that evening - and Arthur spent most of the night silently on the ramparts, watching the brightest star twinkling, almost mocking him from it’s safety in the sky. (star)
31. Lancelot had known most of his life exactly what home should be and had been to him - and now he secretly alternately loathed and loved Arthur for making him realize it was something else after dreaming of one thing for so many years. (home)
32. Staring into the Woad girl’s large brown eyes, he saw triumph there - and wanted to bash his own head against the bricks of the Wall for believing Arthur would actually do something for himself for a change. (confusion)
33. Arthur froze in horror, unable to unlock his muscles until he saw his lieutenant drop, avoiding the arrow Arthur believed he hadn’t warned of in time. (fear)
34. He waited for Lancelot’s sarcastic comment or eye roll - and when it didn’t come, Arthur raised his head from his knees and looked at the other man, who was merely watching him with something akin to pity in his eyes. (lightning/thunder)
35. The slaves that passed through the garrison on their way to Londinium were bound by rough rope - rope that to Lancelot looked awfully like the bonds the Romans had used to tie the young boys that had caused “trouble” on the journey to Briton together with. (bonds)
36. The dagger was devoid of decoration and simply made - but Arthur had never seen a more exquisite or better weapon than the one Lancelot had found at an unobtrusive stall in the local market. (market)
37. The first time the boy had mounted his horse, he’d ridden free of sadles or bridles; the last time, he’d been weighed down with armour and lance and sword and bow - he found as he lay bleeding onto the cold ground he preferred the first way. (technology)
38. “My death will have a purpose,” Arthur intoned, and before the other man could turn and see him, Lancelot gritted his teeth, railing silently to Arthur’s damn God that He could try and see what happened if He took Arthur’s offer seriously. (gift)
39. A small laugh broke from Lancelot’s full mouth, and Arthur cocked an eyebrow, sure that this was the first time he’d seen the other man actually smile - that silly smirk no competition for the true expression on the knight’s face. (smile)
40. The lash broke Arthur’s skin, the blood that ran down his back staining the ground, the look of surprise and pain on his face one Lancelot would never forget. (innocence)
41. “Stop stalling, and come here,” the rough words were punctuated by a grab of Arthur’s tunic, and he allowed himself to be draw to Lancelot, his body finally relaxing as his skin touched the other man’s. (completion)
42. It was strange, Lancelot mused, that only on certain days Arthur’s eyes were flat and dull, large green discs that reflected nothing save his own guilt and worry. (clouds)
43. The lake water rippled, and as the two men lounged on the bank, their skin and clothing drying slowly, Arthur saw the sky and sun that shone in the other man’s face - and wondered why he’d never noticed it before. (sky)
44. “Get your eyes off the heavens, Castus, and see me.” (heaven)
45. His country was at peace, his wife busy with her own court, his old knights happy and retired, and Arthur swore he’d never been so miserable and alone in his whole life. (hell)
46. Arthur marveled at the way Lancelot’s skin glowed white in the firelight - and ran his fingers over the marks left unevenly on his arms by the sun and his armor. (sun)
47. Seated on the window ledge, Lancelot counted in his head, actually making it til ten before Arthur dragged him down, telling him he could watch the moon just fine from the chairs in his office. (moon)
48. When Lancelot had crossed the ocean on his way to Britain for the first time, he’d sworn he’d never forget the sight of the waves - and how they reminded him so much of the miles of wind blown high grass back home. (waves)
49. Discovering that Arthur had a weakness was a boon - discovering it was something as simple as having his hair touched was a blessing. (hair)
50. The world shrank to a pinpoint of light, and then exploded into an entire galaxy of stars and planets as Arthur clutched at Lancelot’s body, his face buried in the other man’s neck, his body sheathed in Lancelot’s, his soul touching the other man’s, home at last. (supernova)