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Moonlit Shores – Satoru Gojo

Summary A walk along the beach with your best friend, Satoru, should feel simple—easy. But not when you’re hopelessly in love with him. Maybe tonight, things will finally change. Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, best friends-to-lovers trope, Satoru being playful and tender, tension, unspoken feelings. Hiii thank you sm for reading! Likes and re-blogs are highly appreciated and I wish a cold pillow to sleep on to anyone who does so lmao <333

Cool air sweeps across the waves, carrying with it the salty taste of the ocean. A flavor you don’t particularly want to taste, but right now, you couldn’t care less. After all, any inconvenience the beach might bring fades away in the presence of your favorite person.

That’s the only reason you’re even here at this odd hour—Satoru and his puppy-dog eyes. You figure accompanying him to the beach is the least you could do, especially after you begged him to join you at an art gallery just the other week, a place he has no interest in. Yet, he tagged along, listening intently as you explained why a certain painting made you feel so nostalgic.

You find yourselves doing this often—taking every opportunity to be together, even if the setting isn’t your favourite. It’s not so bad; you’ve come to appreciate the beach a lot more. The soft sand beneath your feet, the chorus of waves crashing on the shore—makes the whole experience rather enjoyable. Well, that and the sound of Satoru’s excitement as he dips his feet into the ocean for the first time.

You’ve noticed he doesn’t do many things for himself. He’s never really had the luxury of being just a little selfish. Sure, he may come off that way to others, but everyone having known about his strength since childhood means he’s carried an unfair amount of responsibility on the same shoulders he dusts off so easily pretending as if it all doesn't get to him.

For whatever reason, Satoru feels comfortable being a little childish with you—wanting late-night walks on the cold beach, and for whatever reason, you indulge him.

You walk along the shore, arms brushing every few seconds but never lingering longer than necessary. Satoru’s telling you how he got in trouble with Yaga for being late to class, though it wasn’t his fault his alarm didn’t wake him up. You roll your eyes at his excuses and laugh—a laugh that Satoru loves to about.

He’s always looking for moments to joke, no matter how dumb, just to see that smile on your face. A smile you offer so readily, no matter how ridiculous the joke. Even now, you laugh at his complaints about the terrible alarm clock Yaga gifted him for Christmas in an attempt to fix his tardiness. The laughter is so contagious that Satoru can’t help but join in.

In moments like these, with both of you smiling your biggest smiles, time seems to freeze, Satoru’s eyes reflecting the soft moonlight, his white hair messy from the breeze and the natural high of laughter filling the air, you feel free of all inhibitions. You feel an overwhelming pull to take his hand, to pull him closer, to seal your shared laughter with a long yearned for kiss. You wonder if he feels it too, the magnetic pull, the need to be more than whatever you both are, the need to have you close. 

His laughter softens, trailing into a content hum as he looks out at the horizon. “Toru–” you say softly, a kind of sincerity in your tone that Satoru picks up on. He looks at you, something tender in his expression urging you to carry on. But you are unable to, you can’t find the words. Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to close the small gap between you.

Satoru, unusually patient, simply reassures you with a kind smile, one that allows you to take a leap of faith, letting your hand brush his but this time not pulling away. He looks at your hands, a smile growing ever so slightly as he curls his fingers around your hands. He looks back up at you, eyes soft. You brush your thumb against his knuckles, savouring the feel of his hands in yours, savouring the smile on his face, savouring the electricity that's coursing body because of a simple touch.

A shaky breath escapes you, breaking the silence. Satoru raises a brow, clearly holding back a laugh which only makes you chuckle first. It doesn’t take long before you both are laughing again, the tension giving away to a shared amusement. “You know,” you say, “I think I like the beach a lot more now, I reckon we do this more often.” 

“Yeah? Is it the waves or the company?” he teases, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You grin, a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Definitely the company.”

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Moonlit Shores – Satoru Gojo

Summary A walk along the beach with your best friend, Satoru, should feel simple—easy. But not when you’re hopelessly in love with him. Maybe tonight, things will finally change. Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, best friends-to-lovers trope, Satoru being playful and tender, tension, unspoken feelings. Hiii thank you sm for reading! Likes and re-blogs are highly appreciated and I wish a cold pillow to sleep on to anyone who does so lmao <333

Cool air sweeps across the waves, carrying with it the salty taste of the ocean. A flavor you don’t particularly want to taste, but right now, you couldn’t care less. After all, any inconvenience the beach might bring fades away in the presence of your favorite person.

That’s the only reason you’re even here at this odd hour—Satoru and his puppy-dog eyes. You figure accompanying him to the beach is the least you could do, especially after you begged him to join you at an art gallery just the other week, a place he has no interest in. Yet, he tagged along, listening intently as you explained why a certain painting made you feel so nostalgic.

You find yourselves doing this often—taking every opportunity to be together, even if the setting isn’t your favourite. It’s not so bad; you’ve come to appreciate the beach a lot more. The soft sand beneath your feet, the chorus of waves crashing on the shore—makes the whole experience rather enjoyable. Well, that and the sound of Satoru’s excitement as he dips his feet into the ocean for the first time.

You’ve noticed he doesn’t do many things for himself. He’s never really had the luxury of being just a little selfish. Sure, he may come off that way to others, but everyone having known about his strength since childhood means he’s carried an unfair amount of responsibility on the same shoulders he dusts off so easily pretending as if it all doesn't get to him.

For whatever reason, Satoru feels comfortable being a little childish with you—wanting late-night walks on the cold beach, and for whatever reason, you indulge him.

You walk along the shore, arms brushing every few seconds but never lingering longer than necessary. Satoru’s telling you how he got in trouble with Yaga for being late to class, though it wasn’t his fault his alarm didn’t wake him up. You roll your eyes at his excuses and laugh—a laugh that Satoru loves to bring about.

He’s always looking for moments to joke, no matter how dumb, just to see that smile on your face. A smile you offer so readily, no matter how ridiculous the joke. Even now, you laugh at his complaints about the terrible alarm clock Yaga gifted him for Christmas in an attempt to fix his tardiness. The laughter is so contagious that Satoru can’t help but join in.

In moments like these, with both of you smiling your biggest smiles, time seems to freeze, Satoru’s eyes reflecting the soft moonlight, his white hair messy from the breeze and the natural high of laughter filling the air, you feel free of all inhibitions. You feel an overwhelming pull to take his hand, to pull him closer, to seal your shared laughter with a long yearned for kiss. You wonder if he feels it too, the magnetic pull, the need to be more than whatever you both are, the need to have you close. 

His laughter softens, trailing into a content hum as he looks out at the horizon. “Toru–” you say softly, a kind of sincerity in your tone that Satoru picks up on. He looks at you, something tender in his expression urging you to carry on. But you are unable to, you can’t find the words. Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to close the small gap between you.

Satoru, unusually patient, simply reassures you with a kind smile, one that allows you to take a leap of faith, letting your hand brush his but this time not pulling away. He looks at your hands, a smile growing ever so slightly as he curls his fingers around your hands. He looks back up at you, eyes soft. You brush your thumb against his knuckles, savouring the feel of his hands in yours, savouring the smile on his face, savouring the electricity that's coursing body because of a simple touch.

A shaky breath escapes you, breaking the silence. Satoru raises a brow, clearly holding back a laugh which only makes you chuckle first. It doesn’t take long before you both are laughing again, the tension giving away to a shared amusement. “You know,” you say, “I think I like the beach a lot more now, I reckon we do this more often.” 

“Yeah? Is it the waves or the company?” he teases, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You grin, a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Definitely the company.”

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The Blue Spirit

Paring: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader catches The Blue Spirit when he is leaving to capture the Avatar.

Warnings: None! It’s all fluff :))

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There you sat on the cold metal stairs leaning against its railing, the breeze playing with your hair giving it the same buoyant wave as the sea on which the ship sailed. A sense of calm enveloped you, shielding you from the usual sense of worry that plagues your mind. Your tranquility however was short lived, stolen by the sound of footsteps, you peered through the railings at the shadowy figure. It moved with stealth, making its way to the edge of the ship. You walked towards the figure trying your best to not be noticed, as you got closer, the more familiar the figure seemed. The way they walked, moved, you knew it all too well. 

You cleared your throat intending to get his attention, the figure turned to face you drawing out his swords to his side, his face concealed by a blue mask. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Zuko” you said as you crossed arms, “you’re not going to fight me are you?”.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword, you took a step toward him, inspecting his disguise, you ran your fingers across the intricate designs on the surface of the mask he wore.

 “Where did you get this?”, you asked as you pushed the mask up revealing his face

“It was my mothers” Zuko replied, averting his eyes from yours

“Hmm I see... so, should I take the lack of eye contact as a sign of guilt?” you questioned

“Guilt?” Zuko said looking at you with confusion

“Yes Zuko, guilt. Guilt that you were probably sneaking away to do something reckless, the guilt that is very literally causing you to mask yourself.” you chided as you tapped on the mask and continued, “don’t feign stupidity Zuko, we both know you’re not fooling anyone”. 

He sighed, shoulders relaxing, “I need to get him y/n” he said

“The Avatar?”

“He is my only chance at redemption, and I can not… will not let Zhao take it away from me” he declared, “And I know what you think but I-”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he said taken aback

“Well firstly,” you said raising one finger, “nothing I say is going to stop you, I’d be preaching to deaf ears. Secondly,” you continued, now raising a second finger, “I have never taken a liking to Zhao so I couldn’t care less what happens to him!”

Zuko laughed as he placed his hands on your waist pulling you closer, you rested your hands on his neck taking in the rare sight of his smile. 

“Just… be safe okay?” you said as you kissed his cheek

He nodded as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You watched as he used a rope to scale down the side of the ship onto a small boat, you leaned against the railing, watching his figure slowly disappear into the horizon.  

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[dominicfikeme]

IF SATORU AND SUGURU WERE TO HAVE CHILDREN TOGETHER, THEY WOULD HAVE A GIRL!

I’m not sure if it’s just the spaces I’m in, but I always see people imagining them with a boy. Honestly, they give off such strong "girl dad" vibes. Plus, Suguru already has two girls, so it just feels right! Just some food for thought!

[dominicfikeme]

The Blue Spirit

Paring: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader catches The Blue Spirit when he is leaving to capture the Avatar.

Warnings: None! It’s all fluff :))

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There I sat on the cold metal stairs leaning against its railing, the breeze playing with my hair giving it the same buoyant wave as the sea on which our ship sailed. A sense of calm enveloped me, shielding me from the usual sense of worry that plagues my mind. My tranquility however was short lived, stolen by the sound of footsteps, I peered through the railings at the shadowy figure. It moved with stealth, making its way to the edge of the ship. I walked towards the figure trying my best to not be noticed, as I got closer, the more familiar the figure seemed. The way they walked, moved, I knew it all too well. 

I cleared my throat intending to get his attention, the figure turned to face me drawing out his swords to his side, his face concealed by a blue mask. I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Zuko” I said as I crossed arms, “you’re not going to fight me are you?”.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword, I took a step toward him, inspecting his disguise, I ran my fingers across the intricate designs on the surface of the mask he wore.

 “Where did you get this?”, I asked as I pushed the mask up revealing his face

“It was my mothers” Zuko replied, averting his eyes from mine

“Hmm I see, so should I take the lack of eye contact as a sign of guilt?” I questioned

“Guilt?” Zuko said looking at me with confusion

“Yes Zuko, guilt. Guilt that you were probably sneaking away to do something reckless, the guilt that is very literally causing you to mask yourself.” I chided as I tapped on the mask and continued, “don’t feign stupidity Zuko, we both know you’re not fooling anyone”. 

He sighed, shoulders relaxing, “I need to get him y/n” he said

“The Avatar?”

“He is my only chance at redemption, and I can not… will not let Zhao take it away from me” he declared, “And I know what you think but I-”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he said taken aback

“Well firstly,” I said raising one finger, “nothing I say is going to stop you, I’d be preaching to deaf ears. Secondly,” I continued, now raising a second finger, “I have never taken a liking to Zhao so I couldn’t care less what happens to him!”

Zuko laughed as he placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer, I rested my hands on his neck taking in the rare sight of his smile. 

“Just… be safe okay?” I said as I kissed his cheek

He nodded as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I watched as he used a rope to scale down the side of the ship onto a small boat, I leaned against the railing, watching his figure slowly disappear into the horizon.  

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[dominicfikeme]

The Blue Spirit

Paring: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader catches The Blue Spirit when he is leaving to capture the Avatar.

Warnings: None! It’s all fluff :))

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There I sat on the cold metal stairs leaning against its railing, the breeze playing with my hair giving it the same buoyant wave as the sea on which our ship sailed. A sense of calm enveloped me, shielding me from the usual sense of worry that plagues my mind. My tranquility however was short lived, stolen by the sound of footsteps, I peered through the railings at the shadowy figure. It moved with stealth, making its way to the edge of the ship. I walked towards the figure trying my best to not be noticed, as I got closer, the more familiar the figure seemed. The way they walked, moved, I knew it all too well. 

I cleared my throat intending to get his attention, the figure turned to face me drawing out his swords to his side, his face concealed by a blue mask. I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Zuko” I said as I crossed arms, “you’re not going to fight me are you?”.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword, I took a step toward him, inspecting his disguise, I ran my fingers across the intricate designs on the surface of the mask he wore.

 “Where did you get this?”, I asked as I pushed the mask up revealing his face

“It was my mothers” Zuko replied, averting his eyes from mine

“Hmm I see, so should I take the lack of eye contact as a sign of guilt?” I questioned

“Guilt?” Zuko said looking at me with confusion

“Yes Zuko, guilt. Guilt that you were probably sneaking away to do something reckless, the guilt that is very literally causing you to mask yourself.” I chided as I tapped on the mask and continued, “don’t feign stupidity Zuko, we both know you’re not fooling anyone”. 

He sighed, shoulders relaxing, “I need to get him y/n” he said

“The Avatar?”

“He is my only chance at redemption, and I can not… will not let Zhao take it away from me” he declared, “And I know what you think but I-”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he said taken aback

“Well firstly,” I said raising one finger, “nothing I say is going to stop you, I’d be preaching to deaf ears. Secondly,” I continued, now raising a second finger, “I have never taken a liking to Zhao so I couldn’t care less what happens to him!”

Zuko laughed as he placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer, I rested my hands on his neck taking in the rare sight of his smile. 

“Just… be safe okay?” I said as I kissed his cheek

He nodded as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I watched as he used a rope to scale down the side of the ship onto a small boat, I leaned against the railing, watching his figure slowly disappear into the horizon.  

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The Blue Spirit

Paring: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader catches The Blue Spirit when he is leaving to capture the Avatar.

Warnings: None! It’s all fluff :))

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There you sat on the cold metal stairs leaning against its railing, the breeze playing with your hair giving it the same buoyant wave as the sea on which the ship sailed. A sense of calm enveloped you, shielding you from the usual sense of worry that plagues your mind. Your tranquility however was short lived, stolen by the sound of footsteps, you peered through the railings at the shadowy figure. It moved with stealth, making its way to the edge of the ship. You walked towards the figure trying your best to not be noticed, as you got closer, the more familiar the figure seemed. The way they walked, moved, you knew it all too well. 

You cleared your throat intending to get his attention, the figure turned to face you drawing out his swords to his side, his face concealed by a blue mask. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, “Zuko” you said as you crossed arms, “you’re not going to fight me are you?”.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword, you took a step toward him, inspecting his disguise, you ran your fingers across the intricate designs on the surface of the mask he wore.

 “Where did you get this?”, you asked as you pushed the mask up revealing his face

“It was my mothers” Zuko replied, averting his eyes from yours

“Hmm I see... so, should I take the lack of eye contact as a sign of guilt?” you questioned

“Guilt?” Zuko said looking at you with confusion

“Yes Zuko, guilt. Guilt that you were probably sneaking away to do something reckless, the guilt that is very literally causing you to mask yourself.” you chided as you tapped on the mask and continued, “don’t feign stupidity Zuko, we both know you’re not fooling anyone”. 

He sighed, shoulders relaxing, “I need to get him y/n” he said

“The Avatar?”

“He is my only chance at redemption, and I can not… will not let Zhao take it away from me” he declared, “And I know what you think but I-”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he said taken aback

“Well firstly,” you said raising one finger, “nothing I say is going to stop you, I’d be preaching to deaf ears. Secondly,” you continued, now raising a second finger, “I have never taken a liking to Zhao so I couldn’t care less what happens to him!”

Zuko laughed as he placed his hands on your waist pulling you closer, you rested your hands on his neck taking in the rare sight of his smile. 

“Just… be safe okay?” you said as you kissed his cheek

He nodded as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You watched as he used a rope to scale down the side of the ship onto a small boat, you leaned against the railing, watching his figure slowly disappear into the horizon.  

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