Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

The idea for the art was shamelessly stolen from another Irish Colin. :D (here)

Thanks to St. Patrick

“Is that so?” an obviously drunk guy asks after nearly falling over a chair trying to get to Merlin.

“What?” Merlin asks in reply, genuinely curious about what’s on the man’s mind.

“What your T-shirt says.”

Merlin glances down at his chest automatically, even though he knows very well the text says “everyone loves an Irish boy,” and looks back up at the blonde, searching for clues whether the question is just a kind of drunken randomness or a clumsy attempt at flirting.

“I haven’t had any complaints so far,” he says, deciding to take the risk. “But I’m not against testing the hypothesis some more.”

He’s wondering whether the other guy isn’t too drunk to keep up and for a moment it almost seems like that’s just the case, but then the blonde’s smile widens and his expressions darkens into something predatory which only feeds Merlin’s arousal more.

“What are you drinking?” the blonde asks.

Title: Not Real
Author: elirwen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Merlin deals with a panic attack.

A/N: Had a panic attack this morning. Couldn't go back to sleep afterwards. Here's the result.

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I finished a fanfic!!! :D

It's just a short fluffy Bradley/Colin ficlet, but damn, it feels so good to have something actually finished.

It's here: Stay With Me (Bradley/Colin, G)

Title: I Belong to You
Author: elirwen
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Genre: hurt/comfort
Word Count: ~1000
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary:
Stiles is panicking, refusing to let go of his mate for a single moment, and nobody knows what exactly happened at the abandoned warehouse.

A/N: The title is from "I Belong to You" by Muse.

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Title: Not Planned
Author: elirwen
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Genre: mpreg, fluff
Word Count: ~840
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary:
Arthur watches Merlin carefully, wondering if he should ask about whatever is bothering his boyfriend. He doesn’t have to as Merlin starts on his own.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Merlin says, pausing and taking a deep breath.

A/N: Written for millionstar.

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Happy Birthday, millionstar!

I wish you all the best in life, strong health, a lot of happiness, and to get to touch that sexy bastard. Well, both of them. :D

So, I had this brilliant idea that I'd give you a fic for your birthday. So I started writing. And then I hit a block. So, I have the main part of the fic done, but it's not done completely, because it's missing a dose of fluff that I just need to put in there before posting the whole work.

But because your birthday is today, I'm going to post here what I have written. I hope you'll enjoy it at least a bit. :)


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