"We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved - but not for me.”
(belated) izuocha week day 5, prompt: Scorching/Shiver
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Day 1: Holding on/Letting go
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again ♫♬...
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I'd Rather Be Me (With You)
Izuocha Week 2023
I'd rather be tall, I'd rather be smart
I'd rather be sure you know I care
Wherever you go, whatever you start
I'd rather be sure you know I'm there
I'd rather I always be a part of whatever you do
I'd rather be me with you
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IzuOcha Week 2024 - Day 3: Radiant/Mist
So when I saw this prompt I just couldn't resist hehhhhh This is for my fellow cosmere-bnha fans <3
Probably won't be doing anymore prompts this time, but I'm glad I finished this one at least!
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🥦🍵Izuocha Week 2024🍵🥦
Day 01: Marching line/ Take flight
A little late, but I did it!! I hope you like it ☺️✨️
@izuochaweek
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>> Selkie---
(1)An oceanic creature of North Sea folklore, said to seldomly transform from seal to human by shedding their magical seal skin. Selkies never part from their seal skin.**
**Except this Selkie. This Selkie gave up her coat to save someone. Which would be fine if he then hadn't taken the seal skin with him, not knowing the true nature of what had saved him, and accidentally left Ochako trapped in human form. Now she has to get her magical coat back without revealing her true identity... but Izuku is making it very hard to leave, and being human has its perks.
Collab fic between @izupie and @encyclopika
---Read on AO3---
Word count: 7,661
Chapters: 1/?
Rated: G
Tags: AU , Selkie!Ochako , Fisherman!Izuku , Secret Idenity , Fish Out Of Water , Mutual Pining.
For Izuocha Week 2023: Prompt: Storm
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Cold winds clustered over the ocean to the cusp of the horizon. They pushed and pulled the surface into a mosaic of white-tipped waves over the deep blue-gray depths. As the cold breeze rode the waves up to the shoreline, they made it clear that winter was still clinging to the sea.
Izuku could taste it - the heavy, dense water saturated with salt. The taste stung his throat harshly. Swallowing did little for his poor throat, the burning climbing up into his sinuses. He could feel winter’s selfish winds, always there to spoil spring when the sun wasn’t looking. He shivered, and tucked himself under something soft and warm and heavy on top of him.
The minute his brain registered that couldn’t be right, he coughed harshly. He found he could taste the ocean mostly because it was in his mouth.
Literally.
Not only that, but he’d been lying on the sand, face down with his head turned to one side, his cheek now sore from the pebbles mixed in the sand. Putting his hands under himself, he lifted himself up. On his hands and knees, he spit onto the beach, feeling harsh little grains mix with the last bit of moisture he had left in his mouth. He coughed again, the sand and dust having reached his throat at some point while he was unconscious. By the gods, what he wouldn’t do for a whole pitcher of water!
As the coughing subsided, he leaned back on his knees until he was sitting on his legs. Ahead of him were the dunes and rock that separated the beach from the grassy hills upland. Thankfully he knew where he was, but the question that eluded him was how he got there.
The warm cover gave way in this position, and fell from his shoulders onto the sand in a lump. Right. He hadn’t dressed too warmly for his fishing trip - the sun had been bright upon his leave yesterday, beckoning spring. He didn’t have anything that heavy with him - not enough to hit the ground with such a heavy thump like that. Izuku twisted around and grabbed it from behind, catching a handful of soft fur.
He held it in front of him to get a better look. Deep, cool grays melted into creams and white as a backdrop to a smattering of perfectly circular black dots across the pelt. The fur itself was dense, soft, and just a tinge oily. Really, there was no better pelt to be wrapped up in on a cold night, and Izuku recognized it immediately.
“A…seal skin…” he muttered to himself. “But what…?”
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