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King Arthur: The ReWrite
Pairings: Arthur/Lancelot, Gawain/Galahad, Tristran/Julian
(OMC)
Warnings: SLASH, Language, Violence, Romance, slight AU,
SPOILERS for movie…and anything else will be at the top of future chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own King Arthur but I do own this story
so don’t copy it…and I own JULIAN so don’t take him unless you ask.
NOTES: If you’ll notice, I decided to write Tristan’s name
how it is written in the book…which is spelled: Tristran. I think it’s cool, and I’m gonna use
it. Also, this story is going to be
written similar to my Pitch Black story ‘Together Again’ in that I’m using the
book to help me write the basic story and the movie is gonna help out sometimes
and then my imagination will help with anything else. Make sense?
Now OBLIVIOUSLY this is FICTION, so things are going to be
DIFFERENT from the movie. Now that means that some facts are going to be WRONG. That’s how I want it and that’s how it’s
gonna be. Thanks. Anyway, enjoy the
first chapter of ‘King Arthur’
CHAPTER ONE
Sarmatian knights.
There were seven of them left now.
After fourteen years of service and out of twenty-three men, there were
only seven of them left.
The commander of these Sarmatian knights is Arthur
Castus. At only ten years old, he
joined the Roman army just days after his mother was killed in a fire. He was made an officer as soon as he was old
enough to command. And because his
father, Uther Pendragon, had been the leader of the Sarmation knights,
tradition demanded that Arthur follow in his footsteps.
Arthur gained a reputation as a fearless fighter and an
intelligent leader of men rather quickly.
He led Roman troops in victory after victory, but quickly became
displeased with the restricted way in which the Romans waged war. One night an idea came to him to put
together a handpicked Sarmatian cavalry, each man highly practiced in the art
of battle, each with his own unique skills.
And each able to fight on horseback, a skill not many possessed.
When he began to assemble this cavalry of men, Arthur knew
exactly whom he would choose to be the very first of his knights. Lancelot.
In Arthur’s opinion, Lancelot was the greatest fighter he had ever
seen. Although, some say that Arthur’s
relationship with Lancelot made him biased.
Lancelot and Arthur had met when they were fourteen and fighting for the
Roman army. They had trained together
and fought side by side almost constantly since then. As they began to learn of other aspects of life—like the
beautiful women who were always available to brave knights in Rome—they
experienced those pleasures together as well.
Then later, they discovered that they enjoyed those pleasures with just
each other.
For over two years, Arthur and Lancelot worked their way
through the Roman army, looking for Sarmatian warriors worthy of becoming
knights.
The second knight Arthur acquired was Bors—a boisterous, two
fisted fighter. Then came the quiet
scout Tristran, one of the greatest archers Arthur had ever seen. He met the ONCE shy, but brave, Galahad in
battle and removed Dagonet—fierce in manner but surprisingly gentle of
heart—from a Roman military prison where he was serving a term for
insubordination. And then the last of
the knights still living was Gawain.
Gawain had come to Arthur asking to be a part of the extraordinary group
of great fighters. When Arthur had seen
Gawain’s talent with both lance and sword, he immediately invited the young man
to join their numbers.
The first time all twenty-three knights were gathered
together, they were shocked to find a huge, round table in an otherwise bare
room. Arthur had stood at his chair
next to Lancelot and said, “Knights, for men to be men, we must first all be
equal. And we are ALL equal at this
table and in this company.”
Despite Arthur’s words that day, they all knew that there
was a leader among them, and they were happy to acknowledge it.
And now, fourteen years later, just five days until they
were free, they had just one final mission to complete.
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The six knights sitting in their seats at the round table
quieted down when Arthur walked into the room.
They could tell from the expression on his face that something was up.
Arthur stopped behind his chair and looked around at the
last of his knights. On the left side
of the circular table sat Galahad, Gawain, and Tristran. Then directly across from Arthur and
Lancelot sat Dagonet and Bors.
Arthur looked down to his left at Lancelot and then back up
again. “Knights, we have one last
mission.”
The men said nothing, but their eyes shone with
determination.
“Nothing dangerous, I hope.” Bors said grinning.
Arthur rolled his eyes and sat down.
Lancelot spoke up, “Are you suddenly afraid of danger Bors?”
“Course not. But our
term of service is up in a few days.
We’re about to be free men.”
Bors explained.
The knights smiled happily at each other. After fifteen long years, they would soon be
free.
“Bors is right.” Dagonet
said, taking a long sip of his wine.
“Be a shame just to get ourselves killed when we’re only days away. That would make for a lot of unhappy ladies
who we have yet to encounter.” He
paused and looked around at the knights.
“Well, women for me and Bors at least.”
The knights laughed.
Tristran said, “Oh, yes Dag, I’m sure there are many lovely
ladies out there praying for the moment when you and your huge belly make an
entrance.”
They laughed again.
Dagonet patted his stomach proudly. “We can compare numbers when it’s over,
Tristran.”
Tristran smirked.
“Somehow, I don’t think Julian would be to happy with me if I were to
partake in your game.”
“That’s right. Lil
Julian WOULDN’T like that very much, would he?” Dagonet said grinning.
“So I guess I win by default.”
“I don’t know, Dag.”
Bors said with a raised brow.
“Julian could be woman enough…what with his small frame, long brown
hair, quiet voice and soft features…yeah he could pass for a woman. He even works as a barmaid!”
The knights laughed and then laughed harder when Tristran’s
knife when flying past Bors’ left ear and clanged against the stonewall.
“Ok, ok. Let’s leave Julian alone. He’s a good man. Besides
it’s not smart to say such things about someone who fixes your drinks.” Gawain said with a grin.
After they calmed down, Lancelot spoke up. “Where are we going and when?”
“There is an emissary from Rome coming here to Hadrian’s
Wall…it’s Bishop Germanus.”
The other knights were not impressed. Of them all, only Arthur was a
Christian. The rest either thought
little of religion or still clung to the pagan gods of their Sarmatian
heritage.
“And what is so important about this Bishop?” Lancelot
asked.
“Well, for one thing he has our release papers.” Arthur said grinning.
The knights cheered loudly.
Arthur continued, “They are coming directly through Woad
territory. The Bishop is only being
guarded by a handful of Roman legionnaires, and you know how useless they are
when there is trouble. So, our job is
to go out and make sure the Bishop arrives safe and sound back here at the
wall. We leave in four days time at
noon.”
“Well, I would hate to have anything happen to those
papers.” Bors said with a shrug of his
shoulders.
“Although I do not care what happens to the Bishop.” Dagonet added.
Arthur rolled his eyes again. “Well save the papers for us all and save the Bishop for me
ok?” He smiled at his knights.
“I think that’s fair enough. Don’t you men?” Lancelot
asked standing up.
The others raised their wine goblets in answer.
“Right, who’s for some fun?” Galahad spoke for the first time.
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Fun for Bors and Dagonet was more drinking. Galahad and Gawain were locked up in their
shared quarters having their own kind of fun, Tristran was sitting quietly in
the corner with Julian on his lap and Lancelot and Arthur were out in the
stables checking on their horses.
“So…” Lancelot
began, brushing his horse’s back with his hand.
Arthur looked up from where he was seated against the far
wall. “So?” He inquired.
Lancelot bit his lip.
“I’ve decided to go with you.”
Arthur cocked his head to the side. “Go with me where?”
“You know…when you go to visit your friend in Rome.” He explained, still not looking in Arthur’s
direction.
Arthur smiled.
“Really?”
“Well, yeah. I
mean…what harm can a little visit do.
It’s not like we’re going to MOVE there. We’re coming back here.”
He turned his head sharply in Arthur’s direction. “Right?”
“Yes, of course we’re coming back. Do you think that after fifteen years of living with you and the
knights that I could just move away from them?
It wouldn’t feel right to live so far away from the men. Besides…this place has become my home.”
Lancelot nodded and turned back to his horse. He pat him on the head and then walked over
to crouch in front of Arthur. “Thank
you.” He said quietly.
Arthur’s brow furrowed.
“For what?”
Lancelot shrugged and sat down in the dirt.
“For wanting to live here.
I’d follow you to Rome if that’s where you wanted to live Arthur, but—”
“But you wouldn’t be happy there. I know. And that’s why
we’re going to live here…with the others.”
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“Just five more days you know.” Julian said. He was
sitting on Tristran’s lap fingering the braids in his lovers black hair.
Tristran grinned.
“Five more days ‘till I’m free.”
Julian opened his mouth to say something else when another’s
voice stopped him.
“Julian! Get your
lazy ass back to work or else!” Johns, the
fat Roman slob who ran things at the bar, yelled out.
Julian tensed and then started to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tristran asked tightening his arms around Julian’s waist.
“Tristran, you heard Mr. Johns. I have to get back to work or he’ll…” Julian trailed off and looked away from his lover.
“Or he’ll hit you again?”
Tristran’s face grew dark. “Oh,
no. You see, ol’ Johns and I had a
talk. He touches you again and I’ll
take the skin from his back.”
Julian turned sharply to look at Tristran. “You’ll do no such thing!”
“Won’t I?” Tristran
asked. “Julian…” Tristran stopped and looked past Julian’s
shoulder to see Johns’ lumbering form making his way quickly over to them.
When Johns was within distance, Tristran pulled his long
curved sword from his back and brought it swiftly to the front. He had timed it just right so that the next
step Johns took, he would have the tip of Tristran’s sword at his throat.
Johns gasped and took three steps back. He turned quickly when he ran into
something. Bors and Dagonet were there
and just behind them stood Arthur and Lancelot.
Bors cracked his knuckles.
“Do we have a problem?”
Johns squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. “J-Julian.” He stopped and cleared his
throat again when his voice came out a little high. “Julian has to get back to work.
There are many customers and not enough barmaids ah!” He screamed when he was poked in the back by
something sharp. “Bar-people!
Bar-people to work.” He hesitated
slightly and then continued. “And there are a few demanding that they receive
other services from him as well.”
Tristran moved Julian off his lap and stood quickly. “Ah, now you see Johns…you and I had a
little talk about that too. But I think
you need a little reminding.” He handed
Julian his sword then unsheathed a dagger from his belt and stepped around to
stand in front of the large Roman. “If
I find out that Julian was forced to whore himself just so you could make a
little more money, you won’t only loose the skin from your back, but skin from
somewhere else as well. Then if I’m in
the right mood…” He grinned. “I might even relieve you of your
pain.” He made a small slice in the
crotch of Johns’ pants. “Do I make
myself clear?”
Johns nodded his sweaty and pale face quickly. “C-clear.”
“Get out of here and find someone else to work to
night.” Tristran said and Johns hurried
off as quickly as his large body would allow.
“Well, that looked exciting. What’d we miss?” Gawain’s
voice sounded from behind the group.
The knights and Julian laughed.
Bors answered Gawain’s question. “Tristran here just threatened to skin ol’ Johns’ shaft and then
cut it off afterwards!” Bors laughed
loudly and the others joined in, enjoying his enthusiasm.
“Well, I hope you cut it off soon Tristran…it’ll be a sad
day when he impregnates a woman.”
Galahad spoke up from his spot on Gawain’s left.
“A whore most likely.
Yes. Do hurry along with that
threat…we definitely don’t need any of HIM running around.” Lancelot said grinning.
The group laughed again and gathered together to enjoy the
rest of their night.
END CHAPTER ONE
Well, that’s chapter one of my very first King Arthur
story. I would gladly appreciate some
reviews AND some help with the title…I just don’t know what else to call it.
If you have any questions just let me know and if you want a
reply then leave an email address and I’ll get back to you. Haha…that sounded like an answering machine.
Anyway, what did you guys think of Julian? I like him so I gave him a pretty good part
in my story.
Thanks to Niere for beta-ing this story.
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