"Rest now, shinobi-san." It was a melodic little whisper; innocent and twinkling, like chimes in the wind. It was followed by a gasp, a choke, and a thud. The fog around him cleared to reveal a being that looked like fog itself. He gaped up at it. Perhaps the mist really was alive, and he had been the fool all along. Kakasaku

Sakura was apparently more drunk than she'd thought, because she had wobbled straight into a chest that smelled familiarly of eucalyptus and cloves. She blinked up dazedly to see that raised, bisected eyebrow for the fourth time in the past twelve hours. His eyes were twinkling with mirth as he ducked to speak into her ear over the blaring music. Modern AU KakaSaku - Two-shot

Hatake Kakashi has always been an arrogant sweet-talker. Now she was neck-deep in it, a three-day trek from the nearest hidden village, and it was entirely his fault. KakaSaku.

He wasn't sure what possessed him to say what he said next, but before he knew it his mouth was open and words were spilling out. "Do you know anything about washing dogs?" kksk same-age AU. one-shot

At first, she had written it off as idle gossip. Kakashi was the most mysterious of men, even amongst ninja, and it was only natural that people would talk. Mysterious, strong, (allegedly) handsome, and the Hokage? He was grade-A scandal silage. - Sakura snoops around Konoha's rumour mill and learns some fascinating things about Kakashi. kksk one-shot

Honestly, she hadn't put much thought into it. She had been angling to see that face for so long, and he had refused for so long, that she began to think she would never see it. Well. Here it was. kksk drabble

What was the point of being so strong if he couldn't protect anyone he loved? And he had loved her, gods, how he loved her. She had been so strong, in her own right, and he been so sure that this time—for sure, this time he wouldn't outlive another loved one. kksk one-shot

She raised her eyes to him. They were empty and lost; it was a familiar look that he had seen many times before, in his own mirror. If he could come out on the other side of it, mostly intact, he had no doubt she would make it out. He stayed with her until she fell asleep, at which point he scooped her up and put her in her bed. She would be fine. He would make sure of it. Kakasaku

In all his years, he'd never been quite so stumped. All the times he'd nearly given up, all the frustrations that weighed on him, they were nearly unbearable. Nearly. Because, just when he thought these two were completely hopeless, there would be a stolen glance, a brush of a hand, a lingering gaze, and he was back to the drawing board. KakaSaku

Scorpius suddenly wanted nothing more than for her to be placed in Slytherin. Potter or not, if Lily were to be placed in Slytherin he would account it as a sign, and would waste no time getting to know her. The Sorting Hat hummed in thought.