ifeelbetter

Title: Cures for a Broken Heart
Author: ifeelbetter
Rating: G
Warnings: Torte will not solve all problems, kids. Only the important ones.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything of value. You laugh, but it's so true.
Author's Notes: Written for merlinxarthur's Fanfic Challenge #2. In case you're wondering, Gwen and Merlin bake this torte.

( Merlin and Arthur have fought and Gwen might need to break out the heavy artillery in comfort. Good thing she has ice cream, cheesy movies, and a recipe for the best Chocolate Torte ever. )

Title: The Only Two Tragedies (Epilogue)
Author: ifeelbetter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot
Word Count: 1,541
Disclaimer: Don’t own, won’t ever. It’s all a lie.
Summary: Merlin is a British artist working at a coffee shop and Arthur is a high-and mighty PR mogul's son. After the former won the latter's modeling services in a drinking contest, Merlin and Arthur awkwardly and tentatively edged towards love.
Notes: Because the not-quite-an-ending was not the popular choice, I have returned with paintings, cheese, and Sophia. I don't do perfect happiness well (or at all) so this is the closest I could get.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, and the Epilogue

( 'God, it's not like I would want to be the reason for breaking up something as hot as that,' Sophia said, waving a hand vaguely in their direction, 'By all means, I can wait.' )

Title: What A Chance (2/?)
Rating: Still G...though Arthur has arrived with innuendo.
Warnings/Spoilers: Still none, not even for Bedknobs and Broomsticks anymore because we're off and flying without a map.
Word Count: 2,603
Summary: AU for Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Merlin is a recluse wizard-in-training in rural England during WWII. He has been coerced into temporarily adopting three children but, worse than that, his wizarding correspondence course (Pendragon Correspondence School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) ends abruptly without any explanation.
Author's Notes: Arthur is here and so is sexual tension! Rejoice, rejoice.

( Call me Arthur. Everyone does. Even my worst enemies. Though I hope I don’t have to count a charming creature like you in that group. )

Title: The Only Two Tragedies (AU + WIP 3/?)
Author: ifeelbetter
Rating: PG-13 (for the presence of alcohol—shock!)
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, slight Gwen/Lancelot
Word Count: 2,033
Disclaimer: Don’t own, won’t ever. It’s all a lie.
Summary: Merlin is a young British artist living in New York but has, of late, lost his inspiration. While he’s looking for his missing spark, he winds up challenging Arthur, wealthy son of a PR mogul, to a drinking competition and ends up winning himself a less-than-willing model.
Notes: Um YES. So when I said I would update in a timely manner? I may have ACCIDENTALLY lied. Lied in a big-ol'-whopper-of-a-lie kind of way. And, if anyone is still interested, I am DEEPLY sorry. Also--do you know who's awesome? rheashan is awesome. Cuz she beta-ed for me. First time for her, first time for me. Watch out, world. I may be going pro.


( Merlin threw his arms up in defeat and declared that they were going to the park and Arthur could run off his energy in the dog park. )

Title: The Only Two Tragedies (AU 1/?)
Author: ifeelbetter 
Rating: PG-13 (for the presence of alcohol—shock!)
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur (eventually), slight Gwen/Lancelot
Word Count: 4,245
Disclaimer/Spoilers/Warnings: Don’t own, won’t ever. It’s all a lie. And it has no spoilers.
Summary: Merlin is a young British artist living in New York but has, of late, lost his inspiration. While he’s looking for his missing spark, he winds up challenging Arthur, wealthy son of a PR mogul, to a drinking competition. Will he win himself a less-than-enthusiastic model or will he end up walking Paris Hilton’s dog?
Notes: The title comes from Wilde’s Lady Windermere’s Fan: “In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” This story started with a prompt by callista_mythola couple of weeks ago. I don’t know why I’ve done this, having not written a thing for the past two years since a splurge of Harry Potter fics under the name Yorkshire Pudding (which I chose because I was seriously craving it at the time) that I am somewhat ashamed to acknowledge mine. I usually run out of steam without encouragement so be warned: if you don’t comment, you kill this fic.


( Arthur's knees buckled the moment they left the safety of the chair and he slid to the ground, passing out almost before he hit bottom. “Ha, yourself. Rule Britannia, bitch.” Merlin slammed his glass down and Morgana shook awake at the clatter. “I am victorious!” Merlin told her seriously.  )