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  1. Public Bookmark 41

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    It happens when Izuku least expects it.

    It’s a quiet afternoon, only the rustling of the leaves can be heard when the wind blows a little too hard. Reckless and hasty as it is, the trees still dance with the breeze, brushing off the leftover autumnal leaves from the branches.

    The cold gust brushes on Izuku’s face like a greeting. Leaving the tip of his nose and cheeks red, an ice-cold kiss from the approaching winter.

    Snow is coming, the wind seems to whisper to him. Izuku replies with a smile.

    Winter is Izuku’s favorite season.

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    06 Mar 2026

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    Deity.

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    When Midoriya Izuku finds an altar buried in the woods, he really should leave it alone. It’s old and it’s faded— the dark stones are weather-worn, pockmarks from the flow of water over time.

    An abandoned altar meant gods who had been abandoned.

    (And maybe, Izuku finds this too sad to ignore)

    With soft fingers and keen eyes, Izuku begins to strip the rocks of dirt and mould. Even though it is evening and the shadows dip low— the altar is warm beneath his hands.

    It feels like change.

    (American gods inspired au! Updates once a week! Author attempts (and usually fails lmao) to reply to every comment!)

    Temporary hiatus yall im tired af

    (If you see this fic anywhere else than AO3, it has been stolen! Do not repost my work! If you see this fic posted anywhere else, please let me know!)
     

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    01 Sep 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    absolutely tragic, if you want to read, do it where you can rage, scream, and cry your heart out. Oh and buckle the fuck in.