Fic: Stray Chicken Valentine & 100 Icons (which have nothing to do with each other)
I have no idea where the bulk of these icons came from, Merlin/Gwen/Morgana is NOT my OT3 . . . (Arthur/Gwen/Merlin FTW) but IDK they're pretty and I had the screenshots, so one thing led to another (and I assume they're someone's OT3). I think whatever musey thing I use to iconize is way more open minded, it just kinda ships all over XD So, that's my only explanation for why an A/G shipper like myself would be offering icons like this. (and Um not so much Arthur, because . . . SIGH I find him really difficult okay? He and my musey thing are like NOT GOING TO HAPPEN)
OH and LOOK OUT WORLD I have discovered flares XD
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x Credit if used x Please don't use as a base x No hotlinking x Comment if you want :D
Images used are screenshots and publicity shots from Merlin's Keep and Disparue.
Title: Stray Chicken Valentine
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: IDK under 1000
Characters/Pairings: Guinevere/Merlin
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. And I've had a long hard think about that and I think it's probably for the best.
Summary: It's Gwen's birthday. She has the day off.
Author's note: Wish I'd found this when I was struggling to write G/M . . . this is from ages ago (like November ages ago) and I fixed it up a little.
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Gwen sat watching the courtiers and servants scurry around the courtyard; the preparations had begun for the banquet.
In truth preparations had begun the week before with the first of the hunts commencing and by the end of the week she was fully expecting to be knee deep in feathers, fur, bones and beaks - there really was nothing like it.
Normally, she’d be working and she wouldn’t have time to watch and wonder at the people she occupied the same space with. She found a certain calm in chaos that she couldn't replicate any other way.
Unfortunately, Morgana had an incredible gift for keeping track of important dates - or her self proclaimed important dates anyway - and so Gwen had been given the day off.
She’d had to actually promise - and numerous times at that - that she wouldn’t work. Hand to her heart and swear that her hands would remain inert, her muscles relaxed, her mind occupied with only the lightest of subjects.
Sometimes, she got the impression that perhaps Morgana knew her a little too well.
Gwen tried not to look enviously after one of the kitchen maids as she passed by carrying two buckets of water into the castle - what she wouldn’t give for something to do. She wasn’t built for waiting, for sitting and watching the world pass by - it was such a waste.
A chicken escaped the cellar and scratched and fluttered its way across the courtyard flagstones, one of the kitchen boys chasing after it. Gwen tensed, it wouldn’t really be breaking her promise if she helped a child catch a chicken would it? - That was hardly something she’d normally be doing…
Before she could decide, a hand settled onto her shoulder and someone sat down.
Merlin flashed her a grin, “Don’t even think about it.”
Gwen sighed, pushing some curls behind her ear, “Are you here as friend . . . or spy?”
Merlin smiled cleverly, “Why can’t I be both?”
“This step is for friends only,” Gwen said, making a motion with her hands. "Shoo."
“'Fraid I can't, I’m on a mission.”
Gwen saw that Merlin had something brightly coloured clutched in one hand and grinned, “You do know, it's very unspy-like of you to carry Valentines?”
"Part friend, part spy," Merlin reminded.
He shifted in his seat and with an air of great significance offered her one, smiling Gwen took the card. She traced a finger over the interesting design on the front and frowned.
“Is that a horse?”
Merlin blinked. "Horse."
"It's very unique," Gwen reasoned, staring at the drawing.
Her dark-haired friend leaned closer with a glare, he stabbed a finger down, “Gwen, it’s a heart.”
Gwen bit her lip, “Oh.”
“Oh,” Merlin repeated.
“Well,” Gwen replied defensively. “It wasn’t . . . immediately clear.”
"Of all the responses I considered I'd get, I never thought I'd get criticism," Merlin griped.
"It's not that you can't draw-" Gwen began.
"Oh, thanks alot."
Gwen bit her lip. "But come on, look at it."
“Gwen, horses have ears and legs. They are not sort of roundish.” Merlin made a shape in the air.
"Roundish," Gwen snorted.
"For your information, I was working off what a real heart looks like, because Gaius has a deer heart in a jar."
Ignoring that Gwen pointed to the card, “Well, doesn't that looks like an ear and- Look! there’s leg.” She tilted her head, beside her Merlin rolled his eyes.
He tapped the card, “That’s a stem.”
Gwen was sure that she'd heard wrong. "A . . . stem."
Merlin stared at her for a long moment, before saying resentfully, “It was going to be a flower.”
Gwen giggled. Part of her attention was stolen as the chicken get cornered by the small boy. The boy managed a step before the chicken ran through his legs, leaving the boy gaping after it.
“I can take it back,” Merlin suggested reaching for it, but Gwen held it on her other side.
“No. I love it, really,” she assured quickly. “It was very thoughtful of you to think of me, Merlin. I know how busy you are.”
“Well, I'm never too busy for you, Gwen. You know that.”
“You know . . ." Gwen chanced a glance at him. "I almost don’t wish to chase after that chicken, at all, now.”
Merlin laughed, putting his arm around her small shoulders, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Happy birthday, Guinevere.” He pressed a swift kiss to her head. “May you have many more.”
Gwen leant against him, resting her elbow on his leg. “But who on earth are the rest of these for?” she frowned, using a long finger to flick the other Valentines in his hand. “How many other girl’s do you know?”
"They're Arthur's."
Gwen's smiled dropped. "Oh."
Merlin looked at her, drawing her closer. "I'm kidding! Arthur only receives he doesn't give," he confided. "He's hardly about to go against his nature at this time of year."
Gwen's smile returned. "You're being unfair again."
"Am not."
"So, who ARE these for?"
With a sigh, Merlin tightened his hand on them, “They’re . . . actually all for you,” Merlin scratched a boot toe on the step. “One for every year I missed.”
“Oh, M-” Gwen broke off in a laugh, as she was suddenly showered in cards.
Across the yard the kitchen boy pounced and missed the chicken. It dashed away, as fast as it's feet could carry it, clucking loudly.
“It was nothing, really,” Merlin replied, distracted, his eyes now on the chicken. “Had some spare time the last few weeks, had to do something.”
Gwen followed his gaze, ignoring the coloured cards that now lay on both their laps and the stairs. “It’ll take five minutes, tops.”
Knowing immediately what she was referring to, Merlin looked at her. “Gwen, I promised Morgana.”
Wiggling out from his grasp, Gwen stood, “It’s my birthday I should get to chase a chicken if I want to,” she argued. Merlin stood, the rest of the Valentines fluttered to the ground.
Blues eyes narrowed at her. “Well, I suppose I can’t physically stop you…”
“And,” Gwen said, tucking the first Valentine into her pocket, “It’ll only take five minutes.”
“Yes, you said that.”
“Please,” Gwen begged. She held up a single finger, “Just one, ‘iddle chicken chase? It's my day after all.”
Merlin shook his head at her pleading eyes, “You are terrible.”
Gwen shifted her weight from side to side, a slow grin appearing, “You want to as much as I want to,” she accused. “Stop drawing this out.”
“True,” Merlin confessed. His face shifting from stern to manic, he took off for the other side of the courtyard. “Bet I catch it first!”
Gwen took off after him. “Merlin!”
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So, yes random!post is random :D
I seriously just posted this fic so that I could post my latest MGM icons . . . of course then I was like HELL WHY NOT POST 100. So some of these are just ones I've been making for the last week or so - LOL I have so many folders, I literally went "Hmmm I wonder where those icons are?" And just snatched up the ones I could find (which is terrible, I need to be better organized). But yes, this is 100 of about uh . . . several hundred? Geez I wince even thinking it :\ and I would have posted sooner (instead of letting them rack up), but Photobucket killed my enthusiasm. It stomped on it. So I ran away and . . . made more icons *cricket chirp* Yes, I can see the flaw in that!
Again, I am a ficcy person, who has become a little bit obsessed with icons, so yeh . . . some of these aren't great. But I think at least a few are, hopefully.
AM choosing to ignore that it's just after 7am . . . NOW.
OH and LOOK OUT WORLD I have discovered flares XD
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x Credit if used x Please don't use as a base x No hotlinking x Comment if you want :D
Images used are screenshots and publicity shots from Merlin's Keep and Disparue.
Title: Stray Chicken Valentine
Author: mustbethursday3
Rating: G
Word count: IDK under 1000
Characters/Pairings: Guinevere/Merlin
Spoilers: None. It's AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. And I've had a long hard think about that and I think it's probably for the best.
Summary: It's Gwen's birthday. She has the day off.
Author's note: Wish I'd found this when I was struggling to write G/M . . . this is from ages ago (like November ages ago) and I fixed it up a little.
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Gwen sat watching the courtiers and servants scurry around the courtyard; the preparations had begun for the banquet.
In truth preparations had begun the week before with the first of the hunts commencing and by the end of the week she was fully expecting to be knee deep in feathers, fur, bones and beaks - there really was nothing like it.
Normally, she’d be working and she wouldn’t have time to watch and wonder at the people she occupied the same space with. She found a certain calm in chaos that she couldn't replicate any other way.
Unfortunately, Morgana had an incredible gift for keeping track of important dates - or her self proclaimed important dates anyway - and so Gwen had been given the day off.
She’d had to actually promise - and numerous times at that - that she wouldn’t work. Hand to her heart and swear that her hands would remain inert, her muscles relaxed, her mind occupied with only the lightest of subjects.
Sometimes, she got the impression that perhaps Morgana knew her a little too well.
Gwen tried not to look enviously after one of the kitchen maids as she passed by carrying two buckets of water into the castle - what she wouldn’t give for something to do. She wasn’t built for waiting, for sitting and watching the world pass by - it was such a waste.
A chicken escaped the cellar and scratched and fluttered its way across the courtyard flagstones, one of the kitchen boys chasing after it. Gwen tensed, it wouldn’t really be breaking her promise if she helped a child catch a chicken would it? - That was hardly something she’d normally be doing…
Before she could decide, a hand settled onto her shoulder and someone sat down.
Merlin flashed her a grin, “Don’t even think about it.”
Gwen sighed, pushing some curls behind her ear, “Are you here as friend . . . or spy?”
Merlin smiled cleverly, “Why can’t I be both?”
“This step is for friends only,” Gwen said, making a motion with her hands. "Shoo."
“'Fraid I can't, I’m on a mission.”
Gwen saw that Merlin had something brightly coloured clutched in one hand and grinned, “You do know, it's very unspy-like of you to carry Valentines?”
"Part friend, part spy," Merlin reminded.
He shifted in his seat and with an air of great significance offered her one, smiling Gwen took the card. She traced a finger over the interesting design on the front and frowned.
“Is that a horse?”
Merlin blinked. "Horse."
"It's very unique," Gwen reasoned, staring at the drawing.
Her dark-haired friend leaned closer with a glare, he stabbed a finger down, “Gwen, it’s a heart.”
Gwen bit her lip, “Oh.”
“Oh,” Merlin repeated.
“Well,” Gwen replied defensively. “It wasn’t . . . immediately clear.”
"Of all the responses I considered I'd get, I never thought I'd get criticism," Merlin griped.
"It's not that you can't draw-" Gwen began.
"Oh, thanks alot."
Gwen bit her lip. "But come on, look at it."
“Gwen, horses have ears and legs. They are not sort of roundish.” Merlin made a shape in the air.
"Roundish," Gwen snorted.
"For your information, I was working off what a real heart looks like, because Gaius has a deer heart in a jar."
Ignoring that Gwen pointed to the card, “Well, doesn't that looks like an ear and- Look! there’s leg.” She tilted her head, beside her Merlin rolled his eyes.
He tapped the card, “That’s a stem.”
Gwen was sure that she'd heard wrong. "A . . . stem."
Merlin stared at her for a long moment, before saying resentfully, “It was going to be a flower.”
Gwen giggled. Part of her attention was stolen as the chicken get cornered by the small boy. The boy managed a step before the chicken ran through his legs, leaving the boy gaping after it.
“I can take it back,” Merlin suggested reaching for it, but Gwen held it on her other side.
“No. I love it, really,” she assured quickly. “It was very thoughtful of you to think of me, Merlin. I know how busy you are.”
“Well, I'm never too busy for you, Gwen. You know that.”
“You know . . ." Gwen chanced a glance at him. "I almost don’t wish to chase after that chicken, at all, now.”
Merlin laughed, putting his arm around her small shoulders, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Happy birthday, Guinevere.” He pressed a swift kiss to her head. “May you have many more.”
Gwen leant against him, resting her elbow on his leg. “But who on earth are the rest of these for?” she frowned, using a long finger to flick the other Valentines in his hand. “How many other girl’s do you know?”
"They're Arthur's."
Gwen's smiled dropped. "Oh."
Merlin looked at her, drawing her closer. "I'm kidding! Arthur only receives he doesn't give," he confided. "He's hardly about to go against his nature at this time of year."
Gwen's smile returned. "You're being unfair again."
"Am not."
"So, who ARE these for?"
With a sigh, Merlin tightened his hand on them, “They’re . . . actually all for you,” Merlin scratched a boot toe on the step. “One for every year I missed.”
“Oh, M-” Gwen broke off in a laugh, as she was suddenly showered in cards.
Across the yard the kitchen boy pounced and missed the chicken. It dashed away, as fast as it's feet could carry it, clucking loudly.
“It was nothing, really,” Merlin replied, distracted, his eyes now on the chicken. “Had some spare time the last few weeks, had to do something.”
Gwen followed his gaze, ignoring the coloured cards that now lay on both their laps and the stairs. “It’ll take five minutes, tops.”
Knowing immediately what she was referring to, Merlin looked at her. “Gwen, I promised Morgana.”
Wiggling out from his grasp, Gwen stood, “It’s my birthday I should get to chase a chicken if I want to,” she argued. Merlin stood, the rest of the Valentines fluttered to the ground.
Blues eyes narrowed at her. “Well, I suppose I can’t physically stop you…”
“And,” Gwen said, tucking the first Valentine into her pocket, “It’ll only take five minutes.”
“Yes, you said that.”
“Please,” Gwen begged. She held up a single finger, “Just one, ‘iddle chicken chase? It's my day after all.”
Merlin shook his head at her pleading eyes, “You are terrible.”
Gwen shifted her weight from side to side, a slow grin appearing, “You want to as much as I want to,” she accused. “Stop drawing this out.”
“True,” Merlin confessed. His face shifting from stern to manic, he took off for the other side of the courtyard. “Bet I catch it first!”
Gwen took off after him. “Merlin!”
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So, yes random!post is random :D
I seriously just posted this fic so that I could post my latest MGM icons . . . of course then I was like HELL WHY NOT POST 100. So some of these are just ones I've been making for the last week or so - LOL I have so many folders, I literally went "Hmmm I wonder where those icons are?" And just snatched up the ones I could find (which is terrible, I need to be better organized). But yes, this is 100 of about uh . . . several hundred? Geez I wince even thinking it :\ and I would have posted sooner (instead of letting them rack up), but Photobucket killed my enthusiasm. It stomped on it. So I ran away and . . . made more icons *cricket chirp* Yes, I can see the flaw in that!
Again, I am a ficcy person, who has become a little bit obsessed with icons, so yeh . . . some of these aren't great. But I think at least a few are, hopefully.
AM choosing to ignore that it's just after 7am . . . NOW.