I Love This So Much

WAIT IS THIS BASED ON “a quirkless boys guide to loving dynamight” STOPPP IM AHHHHH STOPPP im actually so happy rn if it is. that fanfic is so good i’d die for it tbh 😔😔

Once Arthur comes back, Merlin will film EVERYTHING.

Merlin knows he will survive Arthur, no matter what. But sometimes, he's so busy trying to keep the memory, that he forgets to live them.

Arthur is annoyed at first because Merlin keeps holding that rectangular lightning brick in his face and asks him to stop. It takes a long while for him to listen.

But once he realises what Merlin is doing, Arthur keeps a video log. He uses it every night when Merlin is asleep, and sums up their day, confessing his love long before they even get together. Sometimes he hides a camera in their room, so they can live life normally, but Merlin will still keep the memory.

Arthur lives a long healthy life and dies a sudden death at the age of 98 in Merlin's crying arms. His will leave Merlin terrabites of memories.

It's so many that Merlin can't go through all of them before Arthur reincarnates once more :)

a bunch of tsus and izukus hello hi

"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

Arthur: Okay, so you're my servant now. It's not really that important of a position, just like, idk, make sure you bring me my breakfast on time

Merlin: I would die for you, I would kill for you, I'd give up my humanity and become a living weapon for you, I would sit by your grave for over a millennium, awaiting your return-

Arthur: but would you bring me breakfast on time?

Merlin: Well that's asking a bit much, don't you think?

aw i love when these freaks share a brain cell

BkDk (Pro Hero!Katsuki x Teacher!Izuku) Angst Oneshot

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

Izuku felt the back of his throat dry up as his phone blinked on. A news notification of Kacchan - of Ground Explosion Murder God Dynamight. His heart pounded in his chest, eyes blurring over the words as they skidded over the brightness of the screen.

‘Pro Hero Dynamight just hit #15 in the polls!’

He had his notifications turned on every possible platform with anything to do with Kacchan. He was happy for Kacchan. So why did every buzz and ping and vibrate, one after another, feel like a stab in the chest? He stood still, jaw sour with pain. Katsuki had been #16 for almost a year. He was happy for Kacchan.

Izuku’s face scrunched sourly as he contorted it into a smile which seemed to be more like a wavering grimace. He was happy Kacchan got to live his dream life.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

He was glad Kacchan wasn’t a ship being tugged down by the anchor Izuku was.

Izuku had long submerged - drowning and stuck in the sea bed; unable to rise again. He would never be able to pull his weight, swim back up, with no power in his body.

With no quirk.

He’d never be able to be a hero like Kacchan without a quirk. He’d never be able to fight for people by his friends’ sides - together and unified. He barely saw any of them anymore. It was like their disappearance left a hole in his heart. But barely seeing Katsuki was like half of him had been torn away from him.

Katsuki was everything, a hero with undisputable fame and power. Izuku was nothing. a quirkless stranger with nobody to help and no power to help with.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

When we was trapped in that hospital bed, wrapped and tangled in wires, he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to hear it. He would never be ready to hear it and even now the words bang about in the back of his head as a constant reminder that he’ll always be nothing.

Being told he was quirkless again was like his fingers always skimming an open palm but never being able to reach for or hold its warmth - held back by tangled and twisted cables of veins that were barely pumping him alive.

Something like that, that meant so much to Izuku - that decided his whole life; his whole fate and existence, would mean nothing to someone as amazing and precious as Katsuki. It was… insignificant to an incredible hero like him.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

It felt hopeless - worthless. Living felt like air was only swirling into his lungs so he could slam a shovel into dirt and push.

Everything Izuku has worked so hard for. Getting the quirk, clearing a beach, training his body, strengthening himself, late nights training and early morning spars, watching his diet, pushing himself as hard as he possibly could, breaking his bones along with himself and striving to be a hero.

Everything he’s done. What was the point?

Everything that Izuku has ever wanted to be, all he ever wanted to accomplish was always a dream he could reach out to, but never hold as if it was his - always grazing his fingertips.

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

Whenever he’s sat at his stupid desk, finishing stupid reports about stupid villains that nobody would gives 2 fucks about, he sees it. He sees the framed photo of Izuku beside his laptop - smiling so bright and joyful that he can’t help but let a small smile play on his lips as he finishes up.

It’s a tough pill to swallow when he sees Izuku happily smiling and Ochako’s story every several months. Or whenever he decides to, for some unknown and peculiar reason, take a longer route to his destination and catches a glimpse through Izuku’s classroom window.

He always looks happy. He always looks fulfilled - like he’s found his purpose in life. Even without living the dream of being by Katsuki’s side as an equal.

Katsuki’s gut always convulsed between the grasp of knowing Izuku was perfectly content without him and never needed him anyway - thrown away like a dirty napkin. His jaw might have trembled slightly as he smiled at the framed image but he continued with his life either way.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

He had to after all. He wouldn’t want to fall even further behind.

Izuku has already accomplished so much. He’s saved so many people and helped so many children learn of the hero world.

Izuku is so determined and dedicated…. and Katsuki is just slowly going mad; being strangled by paperwork, crammed between the four white walls of his agency’s top floor and the view peeking from the top of his laptop. The view of a clean desk with a nameplate and a few all might figures neatly placed on it.

Katsuki can’t help but sigh every time he looks at his ranking. He’s been purposely trying to hold himself back, but with the extravagant amount of hours he’s working to be able to afford Izuku’s suit, he’s climbing the ranks anyway. He absolutely refuses to hit the top ten or anywhere close to Number 1 if Izuku isn’t on the same level as him.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

Katsuki knows for certain Izuku doesn’t know about the shithole he lives in - a kitchen and a bed with a shitty excuse of a tiny shower and toilet. He even has to wash his hands in the goddamn kitchen… or is the bedroom? Whatever.

Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know that he sleeps 5 hours a day and spends the rest of it working. Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know he doesn’t get time to cook and barely spends ¥2000 a day on unhealthy, convenience store food that’s bad for his body.

Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know about all the times he passes out from being overworked and the couple of times he threw childish fits for being hospitalized when he could be working.

He knows he doesn’t know.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

He knows that he doesn’t think about the day he died. Not as much as Katsuki at least. For Katsuki, that day was like the world shifting into place - an eclipse with the cogs turning and the sound of a lock clicking open in his head. Everything made so much sense.

To add to the pile of things he’s never told Izuku - when he woke up after dying, when he woke up knowing the last thoughts he’d ever think, in the last moments he’d ever breathe, were spent thinking of Izuku, his life’s purpose made sense.

He’d always thought it was being a hero. He’d always thought it was winning. He’d always thought it was being Number 1.

And then he realized what he was without Izuku; how empty and lonely it would feel to be a second without him - to forever have to part with him and never see him again. He realized his life’s purpose was being at Izuku’s side, or even better yet - chasing after his heels until the day they die.

The day they die together.

I have an idea for a Merlin fic but life is chaos so I cannot write it:

So for whatever reason Arthur is away (probably visiting some Lord or Nobel House) and Merlin stays behind (who knows why).

Uthers manservant is ill so he requests Merlin (after all he’s the crown prince’s manservant he should be good enough for the king).

Merlin is now stuck as Uthers servant for a week and I really want to see Merlin try to wake the King up with “rise and shine!! :D”

He talks too much and is entirely too familiar with the King, taking liberties and speaking out of turn, mentioning Arthur by name and not title, is always late with lunch but somehow…

Uther finds him fascinating. He knows Merlin is completely loyal to Arthur (he said so himself in the show). He understands Merlin hears castle gossip like most staff, but he is actually able to understand the significance behind the rumours. Merlin is also trusted by the knights and has insight into the lords and ladies of the court. He sees things, he hears things. Uther can use this

As a physician in training, he is able to treat Uthers old knee injury, and he is clearly learned. He can read and write better than some of the noblemen he’s met. One day Uther enters his chambers and finds Merlin bent over the desk looking over the grain reports “did you notice Lord Chester had been underreporting his grain storage for three years and is selling it under the table to a foreign king?”

Merlin is a terrible manservant…but Uthers clothing had never been cleaner, his armour so polished, his bathwater so hot and his notes so organised. Merlin is continuously late and covered in mud or moss, but somehow Uther finds he doesn’t mind as long as Merlin keeps feeding him important castle gossip.

Arthur gets Merlin back at the end of the week, and Merlin can finally breathe (he’s been a nervous wreck for the last seven days). Uthers servant recovers and the King has a functional servant again as is befitting his station.

But Uther is now willing to overlook some of Merlin’s …ridiculousness and familiarity with Arthur…after all, he’s realised Merlin does have some uses, even though he’s always late with breakfast.

Scenes like this:

“You’re the clumsiest excuse for a servant I’ve ever met!”

“Yes, Arthur says I have the elegance of a newborn lamb”

“Why is there a twig in your hair? It’s unbefitting of your station as servant of the King”

“I fell asleep in a ditch, anyways have you heard Lady Carteret has been seen buying hemlock at the apothecary? I’m sure Lord Carteret is soon to be missing, poor sod”

“Can you never bring me my breakfast on time?!”

“Sorry Sire, the poison tester died this morning after drinking your tea, so I had to brew it myself, and we’re in need of a new poison tester. And in totally unrelated news Lord Milder was seen fleeing the castle”

“Rise and shine!! The sun is up and you should be too!”

“Is this really how you wake your King? And where the hell is my breakfast!”

“Well Arthur usually throws a pillow at me even though it’s my job to wake him in the morning - that lazy arse!”

I love how we can just write “Merlin.” and we all know who’s saying it. and the tone he’s saying it in. no descriptions needed. we just Know. and i love that.

Who gonna tell him he spent a fortune to fund izuku's support items so they could be pro heros together again after 8 years

Sometimes I think about the, “Where have you been?” scene, and I remember that since the moment Merlin crouches down next to Arthur, Arthur never once leaves Merlin’s shoulder. He holds onto it, grips it like it’s the only life line he has that ties him to Merlin.

Arthur cannot leave Merlin because it would mean to leave the only reason why he’s still alive and the reason why he waited for Merlin and the reason for why he did not die on the battlefield.

Because Arthur had to see Merlin again, hence the, “Where have you been?” followed by Merlin who tells him that his side is bleeding, only for Arthur to answer him with, “That’s all right, I thought I was dying”,

I thought I would die without seeing you again.