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The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk for cywscross
Fandoms: Naruto
30 Jan 2017
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Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.
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Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it's too late to become a missing nin.
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17 Jun 2017
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The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk
Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.
OR
Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it's too late to become a missing nin.
In which Team 7 are... interesting.
They compete for the honour of being tied to the pole during the Bell Test, gift Kakashi some very useful presents which come in handy on his mission dealing with the aftermath of Danzo's death, spend some time training in the Forest of Death unsupervised, make various friends, and have a smooth chūnin exam.
[Much time, redemption and a war later, with a world-wide shinobi alliance and as Rokudaime hokage after Tsunade left the post, Kakashi thinks. He reflects about all the unexplainable things that have happened since he became a jōnin-sensei and about their timing and he thinks huh.
“Question time,” Kakashi chirps. “Have my cheeky little brats been time travelling?”
“Took you long enough,” Naruto grins, his eyes darting minutely towards Kakashi before returning to the page.
“How sad,” Sasuke says without even looking from Sakura’s toenails.
“Naruto, Sasuke!” she reprimands them without looking from her nails either. “So sorry, sensei.”
(No, she’s not.)
Kakashi lets out a long-suffering sigh, comes near to sit on the floor and grabs a plate. Then he unceremoniously pulls down his mask because he figures that since they have never shown any interest in finding what’s underneath, they must have seen his face already.
Gasps ensue.]
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Have Your Cake (and Eat It Too) by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)
Fandoms: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Tokyo Ghoul
28 Jun 2016
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From the beginning, there was something odd about Namimori. In a world where every city had its own method of dealing with the bane of humanity that were ghouls, Namimori was the first place Reborn had ever been that felt safe to him. People were calm and unafraid on the streets, even after dark. It was remarkable and at first he thought it was due to the fact that Namimori's police force had some sort of foolproof guard against ghouls.
But then he noticed the distinct lack of graveyards.
By the time Reborn really understood what kept Namimori safe, it was too late to do anything about it. After all, the successor was being tutored, the guardians were chosen, and Xanxus was bearing down on them with half the Vongola rings and all of his wrath. All there was left to do was wait and see.
[Note: Go ahead and read this if you really want to, but I'm actively working on a rewrite of this fic and will not be continuing this variation at any point.]
[Discontinued as of 2024: Rewrite Pending]
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Have Your Cake (and Eat It Too) by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)
From the beginning, there was something odd about Namimori. In a world where every city had its own method of dealing with the bane of humanity that were ghouls, Namimori was the first place Reborn had ever been that felt safe to him. People were calm and unafraid on the streets, even after dark. It was remarkable and at first he thought it was due to the fact that Namimori's police force had some sort of foolproof guard against ghouls.
But then he noticed the distinct lack of graveyards.
By the time Reborn really understood what kept Namimori safe, it was too late to do anything about it. After all, the successor was being tutored, the guardians were chosen, and Xanxus was bearing down on them with half the Vongola rings and all of his wrath. All there was left to do was wait and see.
In a world of ghouls, Namimori doesn't have any graveyards.
In which Takeshi bags himself a boyfriend (who gets covered in shark viscera. Xanxus is totally laughing at Squalo), Chrome doesn't really eat babies, ghouls in Italy really are monsters, a claim dispute ends with Tsuna shooting a hole through himself, Reborn tries to escape the snafu asap, seems like there'll soon be another ghoulish addition to the Arcobaleno, and uh-oh Mukuro's ability to create mist organs is the only thing stopping Nana from murdering Reborn and the entire Varia.
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Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff
Fandoms: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
25 Mar 2016
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Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.
Hanamiya/Kuroko brotp, may become slash
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Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff
Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.
Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai, Kuroko and Hanamiya, to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well.
In which hijinks ensue, bets are made over shogi, Kuroko gets adopted by the 'delinquent' team, and his old friends have to track him down after he pulls another disappearing act for uni.
["Hello, Nijimura-senpai." The teen in question greeted, gazing up at his old captain, whom he had not seen since his second year at Teiko.
The other's group had passed their table and gaped at the Kirisaki Daiichi players, for once not missing Kuroko since he was still perched on Hara's lap. Kasamatsu's face had gone an interesting shade of red at the sight while the others just stared uncomprehendingly between the passing specialist and the Kirisaki regulars, and Nijimura looked about ready to faint.
"I thought they said you'd gone to Seirin?"]
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Ishvalan AU by ShanaStoryteller
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
11 Sep 2015
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Ishvalan AU by ShanaStoryteller
Trisha is a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, and when she forces Hohenheim to hold her sakeen to her neck she really means it.
Ed is the son of a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, and that gives him status.Every time Edward sees the circle on the back Mustang's hand, he wants to scream, wants to reach across the desk and shake him, wants to wrap his hands around the older man's throat and ask if it was worth it, if this desk and his rank is worth the screaming, crying, writhing, burning bodies of his people -
"Something to say, Fullmetal?" Mustang drawls.
Edward snaps the file shut, "Nope."
Some backstory, some revelations of heritage, and a coming-of-age liberallia involving bear fighting.
Hohenheim has been gone for fifteen years. It's time for him to go home - his wife is waiting for him.
Snippets from Hohenheim's times in Eshkolit, interspersed with the man being confronted with the fact that - despite his true, honest love - he's been gone too long.
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The Nature of Reincarnation by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)
Fandom Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga)
04 Jul 2026
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The Nature of Reincarnation by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)
He had died- honorably, he'd like to think, despite living as a villain and an assassin for over half a century- and that, as far as Xanxus had ever figured, would be the end of that. No heaven. No hell. Just life when you were breathing and nothingness when you stopped.
Except that it didn't, quite, turn out that way. Except he came back as the son of the kindest, sometimes saddest father in the world. In both worlds. A father that he knew, without a doubt, to be his flesh and blood. All at once, Xanxus had everything he'd wanted as a child. A home. A family. Stability. And he was going to fight like hell and beat down anyone who tried to take it from him, no matter what his age.
(In which Sakumo raises a son who speaks multiple languages from birth, all of them gibberish to the poor single father jounin, spits vulgarity with the same ease as he does his praise and burns with an unshakable determination to build himself a family that will not fall, no matter who or what is thrown against it.)
Xanxus (and eventually a few friends) are reborn in the Naruto world and fuck shit up. Sakumo has just accepted that his son is odd and his son's gremlins are also odd.
[“So,” he says, “Fifty six years you’ve known him, huh?”
And Kakashi grins, that big broad smile that Sakumo wonders if it started on another face, first, and that this face just has a second run at it. He grins and says, “Yeah. His name was Kyoya then. But not much else has changed.”
He remembers his five year old son, standing on the roof across from him, shouting at him, declaring them family, telling him he was the best dad in every world. Those eyes that were too old. That language that was too developed. That understanding that was too deep.
He does the simple math in his head.
“Fuck,” He mutters, “Fuck. You’re eighty?”]