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hyel ([info]hyel) wrote in [info]drabble_a_trois,
@ 2009-02-20 06:28:00

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Entry tags:challenge 29: luck

Some Things Just Aren't Supposed to Be Possible (Merlin)
Author: Hyel
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Pairing: Gwen/Morgana/Lancelot
Title: Some Things Just Aren't Supposed to Be Possible
Word Count: 200
Challenge #29: Luck
Author's Note: This is actually fanfic for fanfic - for Rageprufrock's 'Drastically Redefining Protocol'.


Gwen Allen wondered why, exactly, this was her life: the Duchess of Kent lying sprawled on Gwen's flowerprint bedspread, right over (though she didn’t know it) her stacks of Mills & Boons novels. Morgana was all sinuous dripping grace, even with her high-heeled slip of a shoe dangling from her toes and her curls like a messy black waterfall over the egde of the mattress.

Of course it was all Merlin's fault. If it wasn't for Merlin, Morgana would be a beautiful picture Gwen could fawn over and pin on her list of people-we’d-be-allowed-to-do-if-we-could, and she could tease Lancelot about how she might share or might not. But no – Merlin had to marry the Prince of bloody Wales and bring the temptation right here to Gwen's bedroom, on a week when Lancelot was away again and Gwen was damn near killing herself missing him.

'He's quite dishy, isn’t he?' Morgana said, looking past Gwen's head at the photo of her and Lancelot hung on the wall. 'Does he share?' She grinned at Gwen wickedly, her painted lips a red tease on a pale perfect face.

Something blossomed in Gwen's belly, and she blessed and cursed Merlin's black little poufy heart.



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