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    Iruka invites Kakashi over for dinner. This has some unexpected consequences.

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    11 Mar 2025

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    my quiet rage over these two is explosive.

    At that, Iruka’s eyes burst wide and—Kakashi winced internally, he was so very bad at comfort—suddenly looked wet. He blinked the wetness back quickly, though, and gave Kakashi a smile that made him feel like he was beholding a field of sunflowers. His hand twitched to pull up his headband—whether it was to burn the smile into his memory or check for genjutsu, he wasn’t sure.

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    The first time the Prism marred Kakashi’s pale skin, he was four years old, and he thought it was a bruise. It was dark blue and purple, cupping his cheek, running down his bicep and ribs to settle on his abdomen. If it weren’t for the way the colors undulated and swirled, migrating across his body in long swathes, Kakashi would have dismissed it as another complication of training.

    That was the day his father gave him the mask.

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    05 Mar 2025

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    this fic hit the gas to knock me out and then put it in reverse over my lifeless body

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    When the Rokudaime finds himself without an assistant, Iruka begrudgingly steps up to the plate as a replacement. He convinces himself of two things: that the position is only temporary, and that his long-harbored feelings surely won’t get in the way of serving his new hokage.

    …Exactly how long he can keep up that charade is another matter entirely.

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    25 Feb 2025

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    me to these two ridiculous ninjas: vete a bañar pero con gasolina y prende una vela

    That same man is across from him again, awkward where he should be aloof, earnest where he should be cold. It may not be the first time Iruka’s seeing it— may have been that he’s seen this Kakashi all along, tucked away safely beneath a mask and a larger-than-life reputation— but he’s still left reeling by it [...]

    (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

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    Exasperated with the ever-increasing number of well-meaning but annoying busybodies who seem to think he needs a man in his life, Iruka finally breaks down and asks Kakashi to be his fake-boyfriend in order to keep the wannabe-matchmakers off his back.

    The only problem is, Kakashi turns out to be a much better boyfriend than Iruka anticipated.

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    19 Feb 2025

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    they're both such a mess and deserve to be a mess together. also.

    “That’s where you’re wrong, sensei,” Kakashi said coldly. “You may not have been good to me. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t good for me.”

    why the heck did this line mess me up so much i need to lie down

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    Deep down, Draco has always been a dreamer, orbiting around his own private sun.

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    09 Feb 2025

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    I always love stories with this dream-like quality to them- all chloroform kiss and old humming projector of memories vibe.

    The echo of Harry’s imagined laughter would linger, as would the haunting way Harry’s eyes had looked at him—not with contempt, but with understanding. A longing so sharp it felt like it might break him to pieces because in those dreams, Harry knew him. And Draco would wish, desperately, that it were true in real life.

    But it wasn’t.