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broadwritingTitle: “The Bet” 1/1
Author: Brenda
Website: Broadwriting
Fandom: "King Arthur" FPS
Pairing: Gawain/Tristan/Galahad
Rating: PG
Summary: Gawain and Tristan place a wager.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Antoine Fuqua, Bruckheimer Productions and Touchstone Films, not me.
Notes: Just because the idea wouldn't leave me alone, really.
“So, what’re we wagering for the next round?”
“It’s already too rich for my blood.”
“Everything’s too rich for your blood, Galahad.” Gawain turned to Tristan. “You up for another?”
“Why not. Not like you’ll beat me.”
Gawain’s eyes narrowed. “How much would you care to bet?”
“If you defeat me, you can keep me.”
Galahad started, gaze darting between the two men. “Keep you? Who said anything about keeping? That’s not --”
Tristan didn’t move, or even indicate that he’d heard Galahad’s protest. “Gawain, you in or out?”
“I’m in.”
“Gawain!”
“You don’t have to participate,” Gawain shrugged, looking none too apologetically at Galahad.
“And let you enjoy him all on your own while I’m stuck in my room, imagining what the two of you would look like together?”
Tristan knew well enough to smother his smile.
***
Author: Brenda
Website: Broadwriting
Fandom: "King Arthur" FPS
Pairing: Gawain/Tristan/Galahad
Rating: PG
Summary: Gawain and Tristan place a wager.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened. All rights belong to Antoine Fuqua, Bruckheimer Productions and Touchstone Films, not me.
Notes: Just because the idea wouldn't leave me alone, really.
“So, what’re we wagering for the next round?”
“It’s already too rich for my blood.”
“Everything’s too rich for your blood, Galahad.” Gawain turned to Tristan. “You up for another?”
“Why not. Not like you’ll beat me.”
Gawain’s eyes narrowed. “How much would you care to bet?”
“If you defeat me, you can keep me.”
Galahad started, gaze darting between the two men. “Keep you? Who said anything about keeping? That’s not --”
Tristan didn’t move, or even indicate that he’d heard Galahad’s protest. “Gawain, you in or out?”
“I’m in.”
“Gawain!”
“You don’t have to participate,” Gawain shrugged, looking none too apologetically at Galahad.
“And let you enjoy him all on your own while I’m stuck in my room, imagining what the two of you would look like together?”
Tristan knew well enough to smother his smile.
***
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