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nyxielovespythons · 8 months

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Why NejiTen should be canon

Before I say anything, I can recognise that NejiTen is not canon, although I want it to be lol. Everyone has a right to their own opinion, so I ask that you respect mine, and if you want to challenge it, you can *politely* do that in the comments.

The major countering ships to NejiTen are: NejiHina and LeeTen, so I will talk you through why these ships don't work out.

First with LeeTen (because I don't want you quitting after the drama of NejiHina). Lee and Tenten are seen as very close throughout the series, though Tenten makes it clear that she finds Lee annoying and hot-blooded. This is the opposite to Neji, who Tenten seems to admire a lot, since she liked to train with him, and even put on lipstick in the manga for his chūnin exam finals. They seem like the perfect best friend duo, in my opinion. Romance doesn't need to be involved in every since best friend duo, there are enough of them already. In the Boruto series, Lee is seen with his son, Metal Lee. Many think that Tenten is the mother, due to the eye shape, and I think she could easily be. I mean, she's the only kunoichi in Konoha in the same age group as Lee (I think, I haven't fact checked yet), and the girl in his team. Tenten is probably the easiest choice for Lee's wife that Kishimoto could've made. However, if they were to be married and have had a son together, they would now be divorced. This therefore means, that if they had got married, then the relationship would not have worked out, and LeeTen would've failed. If they had not got together, then Lee would've married a different woman, and even if Lee then divorced that mystery woman, they clearly do not have mutual feelings for each other any more. They might have had feelings for each other, at different stages of their lives, but they either both grew out of their crushes or it was only one-sided to begin with.

Second. The NejiHina incident. I'm sorry, but I will have to go on for even longer than LeeTen, because some people don't understand that this ship is incest, and I'll tell you why. Excluding the fact that Neji had strong resentment towards Hinata for quite a period of time, they still wouldn't work out. Their relationship only evolved into *family* love, as confirmed by Kishimoto, just as Boruto loves Himawari, or Temari loves Gaara. What's wrong with a "big brother-little sister love"? Why must everyone make everything romantic? Neji cares deeply for his cousin, as does Hinata. She calls him 'Big Brother Neji', showing that she only sees him as her older brother. Besides, Hinata was so deeply in love with Naruto, she would've never agreed to the marriage. Moving on, a lot of people, from a range of cultures, some of which invite cousin relationships, think that Neji and Hinata getting married and producing heirs is okay. Some of them (purposely?) forget that the reason you don't have kids with your sibling is because it increases the chance of genetic defects dramatically. Although having kids with your cousin is legal (at least where I am), it still has quite a high risk. These people try and back it up by saying that the Hyūga clan would've wanted a pure Hyūga-blooded heir. Hm... Uchiha clan, anyone? Sure, this was common, but there are plenty Uchihas that are so distantly related that it would be fine to have offspring (such as Itachi and Izumi). The same could be said about the Hyūgas. Maybe Neji would've been their best option for a pure blood husband, but there would've been other choices, more people that were much further distanced in relation. I've got this far, and I haven't even mentioned another key fact: you know that Hiashi and Hizashi are twin brothers, right? Identical twins, to be exact. Lemme show you something: "Identical (i.e., monozygotic, or MZ) twins share 100 percent of their genes". You see that? It means that Hiashi and Hizashi share the same DNA. And this means that Neji and Hinata are genetically closer than cousins. They're actually genetically half-siblings. Hm. The Hyūgas are smart enough to figure out that it probably isn't the best idea to inbreed them, right? Well. That doesn't matter, because even if they overlooked all this incestuous evidence, there's this. Hinata isn't even the current heiress. If Neji survived the war, he would not have married Hinata in Boruto. If the Hyūga clan forced him to marry the heiress, and have children to keep a pure bloodline, he would've married Hanabi. Hanabi is the current heiress, so she would be the one married to Neji. Got it yet? Neji and Hinata would never have happened.

The last reason NejiTen should be canon: their chemistry. Tenten is shown to greatly admire and respect Neji, constantly calling him a genius, and she has blushed because of him in the manga several times. He believed in her abilities enough to sit under the practice dummy she was hitting with kunai. Neji comments that her fight would be interesting, showing that he thinks she is a good fighter. He is also shocked at her defeat, further proving that. In the first databook, Kishimoto confirms that Neji and Tenten trained every day for a month in preparation for Neji's chūnin match against Naruto. During this training, Neji reverse engineered and perfected the moves only reserved for the main branch of the Hyūga clan, mainly the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms and the Eight Trigrams Palms: Revolving Heaven. You should also note that while all the other contestants trained with jōnin, Neji chose to train with Tenten. "During one of their training sessions, birds are shown flying in the sky and Tenten tells him that she is exhausted and can't keep going. Neji responds that he thinks he used too much of his chakra and faints. Tenten is seen running to him and asks him if he's alright." Tenten wore a different outfit to watch Neji's match, and as I said, in the manga she also wore lipstick. After his fight with Kidomaru, Neji remembers seeing Lady Tsunade with Tenten. In the Shippuden, during Team Gai's fight with Kisame, Neji rushes to Tenten's side when she seems to struggle in the Water Prison.

In the image above, it shows the two finishing each other's sentences. They can communicate with little dialogue and know what the other is thinking with only one word. Tenten winks at Neji and invites him to go to the bathhouse with her, both in the anime and the manga. Later, after Neji's death, in the manga, she expresses anger, thinks about Neji and asks why he left her. In her memory, Neji doing the "nice guy pose," which has been performed in the past by Gai, Naruto and Lee. The pose signifies that one will keep their promise until death, as Lee states to Sakura during the beginning of the Sasuke retrieval arc after Naruto does the pose and promises to her that he will get Sasuke back. Neji doing this pose before Tenten implies that he promised her something that he intended to fulfill until his death. In the anime, Tenten holds her hands in a prayer and asks why he left her as she remembers Neji doing this "nice guy pose" to her, then she walks away crying and says that she's never going to forgive him. The implied promise that Neji made to her is not known, but it was significant enough for Neji, who tends to be stoic and serious, to use the cheerful and significant pose his "hot-blooded" sensei and teammate have used in the past. When caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi, Tenten dreams of more mature versions of Lee and Gai as well as Neji being alive and by her side. She's the only person whose Tsukuyomi dream involves not only Neji being alive, but being with him.

They are shown constantly beside one another throughout the entire story, similar to the couples Asuma and Kurenai, and Shikamaru and Temari. While Neji is very formal and strict, he is shown to be comfortable around Tenten. He isn't shown to mind when she teases him or winks at him. He is also rarely portrayed as a character who apologizes to anyone, but he is shown apologizing to Tenten. In both the manga and anime, birds are present during the scenes where Neji and Tenten are shown alone together. In the manga, the only male character Tenten is shown alone with is Neji.

Other Trivia include:

Tenten's name and Neji's themes compliment each other. "Tenten" literally translates to "heaven heaven" in Chinese, while "Hyūga" translates to "place in heaven." In the new Chūnin Exams arc, Neji is shown holding two heaven scrolls with the characters 天天

Tenten's weapons shop in Boruto is named 忍具転転転, which directly translates to "Ninja Tools Turn Turn Turn." Furthermore, the characters "具転転" in the name translate to "revolving." Thus, the name of Tenten's weapons shop can be a reference to one of Neji's primary moves, Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven.

During the blank period, Tenten wears a uniform that includes a dress with a flame pattern similar to the flame in the Hyūga clan's emblem.

Neji and Tenten are depicted as compatible: the Databooks reveal that Neji is a Cancer and Tenten is a Pisces. In Western astrology, Cancer and Pisces are considered a compatible and harmonious pairing. The Databooks list Neji's blood type as O and Tenten's blood type as B. The blood type personality theory popular in Japan considers O and B blood types romantically compatible.

Neji, during his death, is portrayed as a Phoenix on fire. In the anime, Tenten utilizes the moves "Twin Rising Dragons" and "Exploding Dragon Strike." In Chinese folklore, the Phoenix and Dragon pair symbolize perfect harmony and balance between yin (Phoenix) and yang (Dragon).

Among the Konoha 11, Neji and Tenten were the only ones who were 18 years old during the Shinobi war, whereas Naruto and Hinata were 16 years old and the rest were 17.

Neji and Tenten share the same hairstyles as Hashirama Senju and his wife Mito Uzumaki.

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sachikokuroichi · 1 year

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Herz an Herz (<-Link to AO3)

“Your handwriting is awful.”

Naruto had to look twice at the scroll he was holding in hand right now. He’d been looking forward to Gaara’s answer all week and this was everything he had to say?!

The blond was on the verge of crying. And here he thought that they could converse like this, get to know each other and become closer. Because let’s face it. Since the day he’d laid eyes on him, he knew that the red-haired jinjuuriki was going to be someone special in his life. Someone he wanted to call precious to him. The fact that Gaara came to help him with the Sasuke problem more than just once was not helping to keep his crush in check either.

Tossing the scroll into the depth of his chaos that had been his flat once, Naruto stormed outside. He really needed to clear his head and the best way to achieve that was training.

Meanwhile in Suna…

“Temari, have you seen the messenger scroll I had on my desk? I’ve been looking for it for a couple of days now.”

The blond kunoichi looked at her, a little (very) unnerved, brother. It was not like him to lose his things, not even misplace them. Also, it was definitely not in his normal behaviour to freak out like that over a simple messenger scroll. And for Gaara this was a big case of freaking out: He was currently wracking havoc in his office, using his sand to lift papers, tables, plants and every single one of the heavier pieces of furniture, even if there was no way that a messenger scroll could possibly fit underneath or behind it. Gaara was close to losing it. Okay, who was she trying to kid here? He was losing it and never had Temari been gladder that Shukaku wasn’t with Gaara anymore. He would’ve had a field day with the nervous energy her little brother was radiating right now.

She wondered what possibly could be in that messenger scroll that he freaked out like that. There had been no important paperwork of lately, just the one scroll from Konoha that she- oh.

“You mean the one from Konoha? The one ready to send back? I already sent it a few days ago.”

“WHAT?!”

Taken aback by the sudden outburst, Temari took a couple steps back. Gaara had never been the type to raise his voice. Lower it into icy depths that caused you to freeze or made you want to cease existing all together on the spot, yes, but he never got loud.

But there he was: his turquoise eyes, still marred from countless of sleepless nights, wide in surprise and with an unfamiliar look of pure horror within them, the earlier frantic whirling sand was now lying lifeless all around the office.

“I’m sorry, it looked finished, all closed up and sealed, so I thought-“

“He’s gonna hate me… my life is over…”

Temari watched Gaara let himself fall into his seat, burying his face in his hands, letting out a distressed sound.

“Gaara, what is this all about? Who was the scroll addressed to anyway?”

“Naruto… he sent me the scroll, wanted to write more regularly, keep in touch.”

Temari let out a sigh, relief cursing through her veins. Naruto was simple. There was no way that he wouldn’t forgive them for this mistake. He’d probably find it very funny.

“Naruto would never hate you. Maybe you weren’t finished writing it, who cares? It probably shows anyway. What did you write him?”

Gaara broke down there and then, letting everything spill out: How he was so happy to receive the letter, just for it to morph into something unpleasant, overwhelming him, because how could he be that happy over something that simple? Was it okay to feel that way? What did it mean?

After getting through this crisis (meaning he managed to shove the panic into the farthest corner of his mind) he struggled for some time to decipher the written words. Naruto’s writing was like him: lively, happy, easy to read, but wild and untamed and it showed. His penmanship was horrible.

But after some time he got used to it and it got easier to read the message, which left him with the most difficult task: It was now on him to write his response. There the real struggle began. What to write? What was okay? What too much? Was there some etiquette to follow? Would Naruto think of him as weird? He didn’t want to scare him away. He wanted the letters to continue. After even one single letter he could already claim being addicted to the feeling of receiving, opening and reading them.

“Then I remembered that it wasn’t too bad to let the heart do the talking.”

Temari felt a sense of dread rising. Her little, innocent brother knew close to nothing about feelings, especially gentle ones like friendship and love. Even if he worked hard to understand them better, he still lacked… experience.

“Back to my original question: What did you write him?”

“What came to mind first. I wanted to start off with a little tease, then complimenting him on his wonderful idea, how I felt when I got the letter, that I was looking forward to exchanging lots of them in the future.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…?”

“I didn’t come very far before getting called away to a meeting. Then you sent it.”

“How far did you come?”

“Your handwriting is awful.”

“Kami-sama have mercy… that’s your definition of “starting off with a little tease”?! That was outright mean!”

“It’s not that bad… is it?”

Temari almost wanted to laugh at her clueless brother but seeing him anxious and vulnerable like that was enough to make her feel guilty about sending the scroll without checking with Gaara first. It was her fault they’re in this situation after all. She planned on doing whatever she could to fix her mistake. Maybe she should deliver the next message herself, explain the circumstances of the first to Naruto herself. And apologize to both of them. No matter how she hated to do that and how much it would hurt her pride. This was her little brother and his happiness was the most important thing to her. He deserved all the luck and love in this godforsaken world. And she would make it happen! But first things first:

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll fix this. But Gaara… I need to know one thing before we do that. And I want you to be completely honest with me here.”

Gaara sent her a confused look, but nodded anyway.

“Is there a certain possibility that your feelings for Naruto maybe go further than friendship?”

The confusion in Gaara’s eyes grew with every second his brain had to compute the meaning behind her question. But there was no verbal answer and Temari was sure that was to the fact that her little brother had no idea himself. She had dumped a completely foreign concept on him there, that she was pretty sure of.

“Look, I don’t want to say that-“

“I’m in love with him, aren’t I?”

The way he muttered those words, completely dumbfounded by the revelation, but also with a certain uncertainty lying underneath, took her by surprise. He was not hesitant to say it out loud, it seemed more that it was almost an epiphany to him. That she’d given him a name for all those weird, foreign sensations within him. Those new feelings. But his past had taught him that love was a dangerous concept and it was just natural to be at least slightly scared of it now.

“Well, I can’t look into your head or your heart… but to me it looks like you’re at least crushing hard on him.”

“What should I do now?”

“Up to you. But I suggest that you write the letter you actually intended to send him so I can deliver it.”

Gaara did exactly that.

~*~

Naruto had been inconsolable for the past few days, training without too many breaks, not even once visiting Ichiraku’s for ramen and it was starting to worry his teammates as well as the Hokage. What possibly could’ve happened? He hadn’t left the village and within it there wasn’t too much that could’ve caused this. Time to bring out the big guns: They decided to consult Iruka.

Said Chuunin found his former student at one of Konoha’s countless training grounds. It really spoke for Naruto’s progress that he was spotted immediately.

“Iruka-sensei! What brings you here?”

“Can I not pay a dear former student of mine a visit from time to time?”

“You’re way too busy for that and we both know that.”

Ouch. Iruka never thought that Naruto could be that brutally honest. Seems like his little troublemaker had indeed grown up. And his teammates had been right: He was in a very bad mood.

“But I’m here, aren’t I? So let’s get some ramen and catch up.”

Naruto’s face immediately lit up, causing Iruka to almost sigh in relief. If Ichiraku’s ramen would also have failed here, then he would’ve been in serious trouble. If they couldn’t console him, then almost nothing else could.

With two big bowls of their favourite type of ramen in front of them, Iruka decided to tackle the issue upfront.

“Okay, spill. What’s wrong?”

Naruto’s good mood was gone immediately. Iruka felt a chill going down his spine. He dreaded the words he was going to hear next. What horrible things could’ve happened to this sunshine? A lot of things, that Iruka knew. But whoever it was, there would be hell to pay. Iruka would make sure of it.

“I think I’m in love and I’m pretty sure he hates me. Or thinks that I’m stupid. Same thing. It’s pointless.”

Iruka had expected to hear a wide variety of things… but this? This he hadn’t seen coming.

“What makes you think that?”

“I wrote him, wanted to build a deeper connection, get to know him, become friends…”

“Sounds like a solid plan, what happened?”

“His only response was “Your handwriting is awful.”, that’s what happened.”

Iruka didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t deny that Naruto’s handwriting was awful, he had the “pleasure” of correcting various tests and homework sheets of him before but to get that told by your crush was just cruel. That guy was the worst.

“Forget about him. You deserve better than that.”

“Iruka-sensei… if it would be just as simple to forget someone you love as you make it sound… why are you still in love with Kakashi-sensei?”

This time Iruka had been eating his ramen and promptly started to choke on them. He really hated that observant and blunt version of Naruto. Before he could think of an answer, another blond entered the restaurant, drawing all attention onto them and successfully redirecting it from Iruka.

“There you are! Seriously, was it always that hard to find you in this stupidly huge village?!”

Iruka and Naruto exchanged confused looks before looking at Temari again.

“Why’re you looking for me, Temari-nee-san? I didn’t know a visit was scheduled anytime soon.”

“Yeah, well… it’s a long story… actually no - it’s not. Here.”

She pulled a scroll out of her bag and shoved it into Naruto’s hands.

“I accidentally sent Gaara’s response before he even really started to write it. He was really upset because of it, so I came to deliver the actual response personally. To minimise the risk of further mishaps. I sincerely apologize and hope you can forgive me.”

Temari finished her little speech with a deep bow which caused Naruto to look quickly assure her that it wasn’t necessary.

“Yes, it is. And you better tell Gaara that I did it too. He bullied me into doing it, quote “You better bow to him and apologize properly! No half-assing like you did with me.”, just so you know!”

Naruto was stunned. Gaara had gone through all this trouble? Just for him? But the sentence…

“You’re not gonna read what the Kazekage wrote you?”

Iruka’s gentle voice was cutting through the already downspiralling thoughts. He hastily ripped the seal and opened the scroll, almost damaging the thing in the process. He’d never been a fast reader, but right now he wished he could absorb the whole message at once. He was just too anxious to find out the truth to be patient.

[~Your handwriting is awful.

It took me quite some time to get fluent enough in your way of encrypting your letters so they can stay just between you and me and I apologize in advance that I can’t offer you the same in return.

Joke aside, I really loved to receive your letter and have to compliment you on this brilliant idea. The thought of getting letters from you on a regular basis, getting to know you and get insight into your daily life is filling me with profound joy to the intensity I cannot begin to describe. While my days are filled with almost the same tasks every day, I’m looking forward to hear about your missions and daily adventures.

I actually planned to just send you the letter I originally had intended to write (if it hadn’t been for Temari sending it way too early), but I can’t end it without apologizing. I’m sorry that you had to get such an unpleasant first response from me. I really hope you can forgive me and will send me lots of letters in the future. Otherwise I have to think of ways of making it up to you, because I can’t imagine not hearing from you ever again. You’re way too important to me already. You reaching out to me got my hopes up that the feeling’s mutual.

If you have some freetime in the future, we also can write about scheduling a meet up. You could come visit me in Suna. If you would want that, that is.

Please send your response with Temari, she will stay a few days in Konoha (probably with Shikamaru Nara, but don’t tell her I wrote that).

I’m looking forward to reading from you soon,

Gaara~]

~*~

This was the start of a wonderful friendship even if they just managed to converse via pretty frequent letters. Finding a way to meet up was pretty much impossible, with the world going to shit and all. Gaara was busier than ever and Naruto wasn’t fairing any better. Missions here, training there. New leads on Sasuke, leading to nowhere.

~*~

The 5-Kage-Summit was disheartening, but at least he managed to get a glimpse of his crush friend there. There wasn’t time to talk in private, exchange words that both felt deep in their hearts, but a shared look was enough to know that it could wait. The next letter would come. After everything was said and done there would be a time and place for them.

~*~

To say the war had been the most terrifying thing he’d seen in his life would be the understatement since the founding of the Hidden Villages. Maybe even longer than that. To fight with Naruto side by side was empowering, thrilling, made him want to rip every force that could hurt his beloved one to shreds, with the impression that he could do just that, but at the same time it was the worst. It made his stomach to funny flips, an anxious feeling spreading through his whole existence, to the very point he had to actively not let his sand show how he felt. It was scary. To see Naruto fight, run headfirst into enemies, hordes of them, without the slightest strategy or even the slightest hint of a plan. But so far it always had been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

~*~

Sleep was evading him as usual, but now they few hours he got were full of nightmares. The vision of Sakura, with her hand deeply buried in Naruto’s ribcage, trying to keep him alive, was one that had scarred him for life.

Currently Naruto was in Konoha Hospital, trying to recover from his injuries, from losing his arm. It took everything from Gaara to not immediately run there and be with him. He sighed. There was too much work. And now with Naruto unable to write even the letters came to a halt. It was like he’d vanished completely from his life, and it was the most terrifying feeling he’d ever encountered. Now, that they had grown that close, the thought of losing him was unbearable. It caused his blood to freeze inside his veins, his sand to slash around anxiously, resembling an angered cat’s tail. Apparently, his sand’s protection also applied to Naruto nowadays.

Gaara sighed. Being in love was complicated.

“What’s with that sigh, hm? Not like you to be glum like that.”

His sand reacted before his brain was capable of even trying to understand. It shot out and grabbed the intruder, but instead of hurting him, it brought him closer, right into Gaara’s embrace. His body had moved on its own, lifting his arms, catching and pressing him against his torso, never intending of letting him go.

Naruto let out his signature laugh, and it was the sweetest thing in Gaara’s opinion.

“Missed me, huh?”

“What- you… your arm… how?!”

Naruto firstly returned the hug, burying his head into the Kazekage’s neck, before explaining:

“Sakura did a wonderful job at healing all my wounds. They even managed to grow me a prosthetic arm. I can even do signs and cast jutsus with it!”

“How…?”

“I dunno… Sakura tried to explain, but-“

“No! I mean - how are you here? I’m sure you should rest! Not run 3 or more days all the way here! Did you even get permission to come here? I didn’t get any papers! Naruto, you cannot just-“

“Gaara, stop!”

Naruto’s laugh echoed through his office again, causing his heart to flutter happily. He liked hearing it. Never before had his office felt more like he belonged here than now. With Naruto in it. Right here, in his arms, by his side, in his life.

“I’m fine! I got permission. Temari-nee-san helped with surprising you. I also didn’t run all the way here.”

“But how…?”

“You remember the Yondaime being my father?”

Gaara nodded, dumbfounded. What had the Fourth Hokage to do with the fact that Naruto was here?

“You also may or may not know that he was known as the “Yellow Flash”. He was able to just appear out of nowhere. Because he was using a teleportation jutsu. And with me being his son… well…”

“You mastered the jutsu… to be able to visit me?”

“Of course! I mean… it probably has other uses, in battle or so… but it makes seeing you way eas-hmmh!”

His explanation got interrupted by a wonderful soft pair of lips that gently pressed themselves against his own. Too stunned to react, Naruto felt Gaara pull away before he could reciprocate the kiss. A horrified look was showing on the Kazekage’s face, fear visible within his turquoise eyes, mixed with regret and sadness. The sand immediately let go of him, as well as did Gaara, taking a step back too.

“I’m sorry, I misinterpreted, I-“

This time it was on Naruto to interrupt Gaara with a kiss.

“You didn’t misinterpret a single thing. I’m in love with you and learned a whole damn jutsu just to be able to see you.”

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me.”

“I aim to please.”

“That you really do. I do too by the way. Love you, I mean.”

A huge, way too bright smile erupted on Naruto’s face, but Gaara couldn’t care less. That was his boyfriend’s (?) face that tried to burn his retinas away after all.

“You wanna try to be in a relationship with me?”

“Whatever my beloved Kazekage wishes.”

“Let’s get married then.”

“Gaara!”

His favourite sound echoed through his office again. He needed to write the Hokage. He couldn’t go for too long without it after he got a taste.

Talking of taste…

Naruto’s laugh got swallowed by their kiss, which caused Gaara to smile into it as well. They held each other close and tried to melt into each other. To never get separated again.

“Expect my handwriting to be even worse now, with my new arm and everything.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me again.”

#naruto #gaara #narugaa #gaanaru #ff #ao3 fanfic #two idiots being in love #but cute #also rip iruka #xD

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sneezemonster15 · 2 years

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I don't ship SS, and I haven't seen Naruto in 2 years so maybe that's why my understanding isn't the best. Could you explain what Sakura meant to Sasuke in their genin days and how he could simply break his bond with Sakura just with "Thank you". Bro didn't even give her a farewell and he didn't even turn to her during her "heartfelt confession". Obviously he cared for her as a comrade before and saw her like family like he did with the rest of Team 7, but then their bond was broken with just two words.

Hmm. Maybe that's it anon. Give the manga a read. Or just watch the canon episodes again. It will jog your memory, and you will find out Sasuke never thought of Sakura as family. He said that he started to see the shadow of his family in team seven at the very end, but it was in regard to Naruto, right after vote 2. Because it was Naruto that reminded him of his bonds with his family. Not once did he say Sakura's name in particular, but he said Naruto's. Elaborately.

As for the bond that was broken with two words, it was because he never felt close to her, and so that made it easy for him to break 'bonds' with her. Find it here, and some more supporting material, here, here and here. At best, he thought of her as a comrade.

And this scene came after he protected Naruto from a transformed Gaara's attacks. Sakura was actually saved by Naruto when Gaara captured Sakura. While a half dead Sasuke was willing being Naruto's landing pad to protect him from the evil tree trunk.

Sasuke only saw Naruto as his family. Like he said in chapter 698.

Regardless, after Itachi's visit in part one, Sasuke got a, what he thought of as a reality check, and so after that, it was easy for Sasuke to break off his bonds with Sakura and Kakashi without any effort. But when it came to Naruto, it took him the entire vote one and over 8 chapters.

It makes complete sense. I don't know why fans think Sasuke had such a 'bond' with Sakura. Maybe because of filler episodes. But he never had. Starting with their introduction in chapter three, Sakura ends up offending Sasuke about a matter which is very close to Sasuke's heart, family, after which she proceeds to mock Naruto's orphanhood. In front of another orphan. This is the first scene where they are shown to interact, and it sets a dysfunctional impression of Sasuke and Sakura's dynamic, as a result of Sakura's insensitivity and vain entitlement.

Their next interaction isn't much better either. Sasuke tries to get along with Sakura but Sakura still makes it about herself and acts self absorbed and unambitious. And Sasuke's reaction makes it clear how he feels about it.

He admonishes Sakura when she keeps pestering him with requests for a date, and admonishes her to pay attention to her training and not useless frivolities.

The rest of part one is where he tries to get along with her but keeps her at a distance still. They hardly had any significant interaction in land of waves arc. In forest of death arc, it was mostly about Sasuke and Naruto, and even then, Sasuke again admonishes her to pay attention. In the Chunin exams arc, Sasuke is basically gone after his battle with Dosu, and only comes back during the finals. What interaction we see between Sasuke and Sakura is where she tries to hug Sasuke or touch Sasuke, and Sasuke telling her to lay off most of the time. He gets triggered in forest of death arc, when he is under the effect of the curse mark which makes him more aggressive, which is when he hurts Zaku. But otherwise, where do we actually see them have a good moment? There's only one. Where Sasuke gives her confidence to participate in the chunnin exams. Just one.

Like even a cursory watch gives the impression that Sasuke is just not close to Sakura.

Even when he is leaving Konoha, Sakura herself admits this.

He doesn't say anything to her, keeps quiet around her, never even says a single word. What kind of 'bond' does this look like? She thinks no matter what, he always hates her.

He doesn't hate her, that is too strong an emotion for what he feels for her. He is at best tolerant towards her and at worst, apathetic. Many times, pure contemptuous because of her insensitivity and immaturity. Sasuke is a smart boy, a kind boy at heart, which is why he tries to be tolerant towards her, no matter how insensitive, self absorbed, unambitious, frivolous, fangirly and entitled she is. He gets her impulses and motivations, which is why he keeps calling her annoying and tells her when leaving Konoha, that he knew she wouldn't change. Because she didn't.

#ask #sasuke #naruto #haruno sakura #anti ss #anti sakura

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laceyjane44 · 1 year

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GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day2

Prompt: First Time/First Kiss

(AU)

He’d been hoping for the break in weather to last just a little longer, but the six-day streak they were on came to an abrupt end when Gaara stepped out of his house and observed the darkening skies overhead. He grabbed his rain gear before leaving, it hadn’t begun to sprinkle yet, but when it did, he wouldn’t have much time before the skies opened up. Quick steps would close the gap between his residential block and the east end of campus in no time, he knew all the short cuts and which backyards to cut through when he was running late, and he double-checked the contents of his bag as he went.

Late or not, Gaara didn’t want to be caught in the rain, he hated the rain.

When he first moved up here for school, he thought he would like experiencing different weather more often. Where he was from, rain was a rarity and the clouds were merely for decoration. They passed by without ever spilling a drop, but now that he couldn’t seem to go a week without this bleak atmosphere and droning drizzles, he missed those parched skies desperately. The American southwest had been his whole world until he flipped it all on its head to move to northeast Oregon and pursue his talents in art. Rocky soil and arid plants had been his home, clear skies with stars for miles, the smell of heat in the air, that was what he yearned for again.

First period was Life Drawing, a coveted class that he’d finally been able to convince his advisor to help him get into. He’d been trying since freshman year but it maxed out quicker than anything else in his major, and now that he had gotten one of those seats, he couldn’t afford to miss any of it. Quite literally; he’d taken loans and received grants to afford moving up here for art school.

Arriving before the start of class, and just before the start of the downpour, he set up his station at his usual spot; at the back by the door, first easel by the center aisle. It provided the best view of the subject with the isle next to him no matter where his classmates set up, and he preferred being in the back anyway. He took his sketchbook out and warmed up his hand while the class filled in. Soon, when the model arrived, the professor gave their instructions, and class went underway.

For the first half hour, the classroom was silent save for the charcoal scratches on paper and the rain drizzling on the roof. The monotonous pattering always made him feel so sluggish and he didn’t appreciate how tired he became during his first class of the day. One of these days, Gaara had thought since beginning this class, he was going to pass out right there at his easel.

It may have even been today, but the doorknob to the art room clicking and the old hinges creaking open caught his attention.

“Sorry, sorry,” came an embarrassed whisper as someone slipped into class. “I had a hard time finding- Oh!”

He, and everyone else in the class, all jumped a little and looked over to see who had just walked in to class late and gasped like that.

She had her pastel pink hair done up in a messy bun with bedhead fraying out at the sides. A grey campus sweater was damp across the top, she clutched a textbook to her chest, and had a fully stuffed backpack pulling at one shoulder. She’d been wearing sweatpants and slides, and she’d clearly caught herself in the chilly morning rain. Coming in the door right next to him, just a few feet away, he could see a distinctive blush cover her face as her eyes widened at the sight of their nude model. He watched them move up and down, mouth agape, only to tear away a moment later as she ducked her head and brought her hands up to her face.

“Oh god!” she gasped again, her voice shaking with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I – I must be in the wrong place.” As she whipped around, shielding her eyes from the naked man stood dumbfounded on the center riser, her backpack slid off her shoulder, pulled at her arm, and tossed her book to the floor. It also ran straight into his easel and nearly knocked it over.

“Watch it!” he spat, an impulse reaction as he steadied his easel and dodged a textbook to the foot.

She flushed even deeper and dove after her book, he could read Anatomy on the spine before she snatched it off the floor. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she stood and backed up from him. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get to-” she broke away from his disgruntled stare and saw the rest of the room watching her, effectively silencing her with social mortification.

The professor stepped forward then, standing between her and their volunteer model for the period, and pointed to the door she’d left open. “Miss, if you’re not part of this class, please leave,” she said firmly.

“Of course,” the student agreed, repositioning her backpack and fidgeting with the book in her arms. “I am so sorry.” She glanced back at Gaara with an apologetic half smile and fumbled with the loose doorknob of the classroom.

Her footsteps could be heard receding down the hallway and when Gaara looked back to the professor she made a gesture to the door, to which he responded by latching it shut and locking it.

That was the first time he saw her.

After that he had spent the next few weeks working on a couple pieces and he’d had to spend extra time on campus in the studio. Thankfully the cafés were usually stocked well enough with quick meals and coffee round the clock, they’d been his lifeline this week while he put in the extra hours. He’d been sleeping like shit and he assumed trying to work on his projects at his place would only tempt him to procrastinate for the sake of sleep.

It was on his way back toward the door during one of these visits that he noticed a familiar messy bundle of hair bent over the table at a corner booth. There were papers strewn about beneath her diligent hands scribbling away, and two textbooks lay open for her reference. She sat alone, with a few crumpled wrappers and an empty bottle at the edge of the table, he could see the cord of a singular headphone dangling from her ear.

He hadn’t thought about running into her again, but with his dinner in one hand and his drink in the other, he found himself walking toward that booth she sat in. Gaara hadn’t made a habit of being outwardly social, especially if he didn’t share a class with someone, and she clearly hadn’t even been part of his major given the textbook she’s nearly thrown at him. Though, it was a good thing, he figured; she was avoidable enough if things bombed, but he hoped she wouldn’t mind a last-minute addition to her study table, there were plenty of open seats as it were.

She hadn’t noticed his approach but when he slid into the booth opposite her and placed down his coffee, she stopped her writing and peered across the table. She seemed confused upon first glance, but when she lifted her head and straightened her back, the recognition to cross her face was complimented by his own greeting.

“Well,” he said with a smirk. “If it isn’t Miss I’m so sorry.”

He could see her shoulders drop with her steady exhale as her ears turned pink. She pulled the headphone out of her ear and put her pencil down. “Lovely,” she mumbled with a glance to the side. “Can I help you?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest and mirroring his slouched pose. “I’m trying to study.”

“I just had a question,” he stated, keeping his voice smooth, appreciating the opportunity to take in the color of her eyes. She raised an eyebrow as he took a casual sip of his coffee. “How does someone show up to the wrong classroom nearly four weeks into the semester?”

She furrowed her brows in response and answered his question with her own. “What’s it matter to you?”

“You’re medical?” he guessed, gesturing to the array of papers she was working on. “How’d you end up at Life Drawing in the art building?”

She scoffed and straightened her papers, now embarrassed of her messy spread. “They’re on the same side of campus,” she said in her defense. “I went to the wrong building and asked an art student where Anatomy was.”

He stifled his laugh but he couldn’t hold back his grin. She looked away. “They did you dirty,” he jested. “But you should have known your way to class by then.”

Again, she glanced at him before speaking her explanation to the empty seat next to her, avoiding his eyes. “I hadn’t been on campus yet this year,” she huffed with a bit of attitude coming through in her voice. “I had to take most of my classes online while I was back home with my dad taking care of my mom, so I’m trying to catch up.”

Hesitating with the snarky response after that, he instead asked, “This your first year on campus?”

She shook her head. “Second, I’ve been…online a lot. You?”

“Third,” he answered as he opened the wrapper to his food and settled in across from that tempered look she gave him, though she never told him to leave.

That had been the first time he sat with her in the café.

He had a newfound appreciation for his time spent in the art studio, as over the following weeks it offered him plenty more opportunity to crash her solo evening study sessions in his new favorite booth. It took a couple times of him calling her Sorry for her to give up her name more or less unprovoked, and he’d given over his even though she hadn’t asked for it. Sakura – he wouldn’t be forgetting that – always sported the same messy updo and comfortable athleticwear, a classic look of socks with slides that he didn’t care for until she had worn it so well, and it was only twice that he’d seen her studying without that singular headphone in. Her note taking started to slow when he came around recently, she looked up from her books more, and even allowed his company long enough to take his book out and sketch in between projects. The winter was also beginning to settle in, and the icy rains and biting wind gave him plenty of excuses to stay longer when he came by, even when he didn’t need to put in the studio time, and he used them.

One evening, Gaara had gotten there before her and sat at the back of the booth, welcoming Sakura to the seat next to him upon her arrival. After an hour and half of scribbling and silence nearly the whole time, Gaara felt confident enough in the skills he’d honed thus far in his curriculum to reach across the table and put the open page of his sketchbook in front of her. He’d spent that evening sketching the way she looked as she studied; hunched over the table with her pencil straight up, her face inches from her paper, concentrating and focused beyond distraction. He’d grown to love that meticulous and analytical look in her eyes, and he wanted to show her the best that he could do.

Sakura had glanced over only to doubletake, her pencil dropping as she slid the book in front of her. She looked up at him, those round eyes reflecting the dim lights of the campus café, her lips slightly parted, and he wished he’d had the perspective to sketch those features as well.

“Is this me?” she had asked, earning an uneven grin from him that, like many of his others had before, made her cheeks tinge just a little.

“Who else would it be?” he replied as he leaned back in the booth, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his feet stretched out in front of him. He didn’t bother moving his foot when his boot knocked against hers and rested there under the table, and neither did she.

She responded by simply admiring herself on the page a little more, a free hand now playing with a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her bun.

He could have sworn his heart was going to beat out of his chest, but he took a steady breath while she admired his work. “I have a project at home I have to work on,” he said, gauging how her soft smile fell a little bit as she looked at his sketch, showing just a smidge of disappointment in the casual way he’d brought up his departure.

“All right,” Sakura said, her tone light as she folded closed his book and slid it back to him.

Without reaching for his sketchbook, he continued, “My roommate’s girlfriend is gonna come by later, said she’d pick up takeout on her way.” Gaara knocked his boot against hers more deliberately this time and Sakura glanced up to him, visibly swallowing. He willed himself to keep his cool and, trying his hand at the bold approach – as it had been working in his favor so far, he made a show of admiring the blush settling across her cheeks and tinting her ears red. “She’ll pick something up for you,” he said, her eyes going a bit wide when he asked, “Why don’t you come over?”

She hadn’t answered right away, and had only begun stammering an o-okay when she looked down to start straightening her papers.

Gaara couldn’t hope to understand which papers went with which, but he scooped them up all the same and shut them inside her textbooks, grabbed them with his sketchbook and tossed them all in his bag to carry for her. Still trying to play it cool even in his haste, the anxious excitement hadn’t fully set in until he heard the zipper of her parka slide shut and saw its fuzzy-lined hood come up to frame her rosy face.

That was the first time he’d asked her over to his place, and he’d been building up the courage to do so for weeks.

When they left the café together and were met with the wet sleet falling quietly in the streetlights, his heart nearly flipped in his chest when she remarked that her dorm was so close to the café, she hardly ever brought an umbrella and worried about her backpack getting wet in the rain. Knowing he’d see her today; he was fully prepared for this miserable weather and even welcomed it. Slipping his umbrella out from the side sleeve of his bag, he opened it over them. It was a large umbrella given that he often had to carry his portfolio to and from campus, but he welcomed how she still drew closer to him to fit under it, and how she bumped into him a few times as he showed her the way to his house.

He’d let his roommate know that he was bringing someone over later but hadn’t gone into details, he didn’t know if she would actually accept his offer, and he slipped him a twenty for an extra entre order that evening. But she had accepted, and he hoped the heads-up text he’d sent him when they were walking over would be enough for him to make a good impression. When they arrived at his house though, he should have known he’d have nothing to worry about; his roommate had a dog, a puppy no less, so he was huge hit with Sakura for a little longer than Gaara would have liked.

But, to his credit, during that time he read the room and figured out what Sakura wanted from their takeout restaurant, passed the order along to his girlfriend, and took the dog out for a bathroom break after the excitement of meeting a new person. She turned so coy when the door shut and they stood alone in the living room, perhaps she could feel the energy burning off him, or maybe she was just nervous in new places.

Lifting a hand, he tapped the back of his fingers against the arm of her jacket and she gripped her backpack straps just a little tighter, the cold air they had walked through was her only excuse for the color on her face. “Come here,” he said, motioning through the living room as he led her to the back hallway. “You can put your stuff in my room, all my supplies are in there.”

She chewed her lip and nodded, her eyes wandering and taking in everything on display in his rental as she followed him. He opened his door for her, took her backpack and jacket, and set them on his bed. His door had always swung shut a little on its own, but it wouldn’t close, and he let it be.

Not wanting to look anxious, he gave her his sketch board to lay her notes flat on and brought out his current piece to showcase his progress. Perhaps not the best idea, since the thoughtful way she looked over his work had him nearly sweating bullets, but he breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she said she liked it and continued to study it for a moment.

Goaded on by his small success, he stepped next to her, as if to observe his piece from her own perspective, and he could practically feel the way she tensed as he got closer. He bent down slightly, his face level with hers, and asked as he glanced over, “I think I did pretty good this time, what do you think?” His voice had dropped and turned raspy upon seeing her here in his house, in his room; he thought he’d been fantasizing to pursue this outcome.

Sakura had apparently felt the same.

Free from her backpack and puffy jacket, and compelled by weeks of indecisive desire, she had reached for him without warning and pulled him close. She pressed her lips against his and fisted her hands in the collar of his shirt, desperate to hold onto him, and she was shaking because of it.

That had been the first time he kissed her; an unexpected and treasured payoff to the time he’d invested withstanding her skeptical and arduous vetting, all the while casually sowing the seeds that had led to this moment. Sakura was gasping when she pulled away at first, he’d almost been able to tell her to calm down, but then she pulled him back again and he grinned against her lips.

She had melted, welcoming any touch that he gave her, and allowed herself to be pressed against him. Bemused, Gaara thought over how he might turn this first visit into the first night she would spend at his place, as she appeared eager enough to be convinced.

Thanks for reading!

LaceyJane44 Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LaceyJane

#gaasaku fan fest #GaaraxSakura #GaaSaku #Naruto AU #ao3 #gaara #sabaku no gaara #sakura haruno #fan fest 2023

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Reason #500 that the girls should have gone on the Sasuke retrival arc mission

Character decelopment

Ino fighting alongside eChoji and seeing how powerful he can really be, while also using Akamichi-yamanaka techniques without the Nara inclusion. Choji still going butterfly mode and almost dying, but Ino fighting at his side and growing as a shinobi beside him.

Tenten and Kiba fighting The twins together. That was essentially a two vs One fight and Tenten could have been so useful. They could have still be close to losing and had Kankuro swoop in, but they’d get to both show off more of their skills and their last minute teamwork. Tenten could find new ideas for her weapon’s techniques and Kiba could see just how powerful a shinobi using weapon’s could be.

Hinata and Neji! Imagine Neji volunteering to fight his opponent and Hinata stepping forward to declare she will fight alongside him. Imagine Hinata listening to Neji’s complaints in the chunin exam’s and declaring that today she will protect him. She will not inly help him win, but make sure he goes home. Imagine Hinata taking a shot for Neji because she’s still learning but something she knows she can do is get between him and the attack. Actual on screen/manga bonding that begins a process of the two of them growing closer in shippuden.

Sakura fighting alongside Lee and maybe still being on the verge of losing so Gaara still comes in, but finding her own style. Sakura deciding to be a medical nin because she see’s how much Lee struggkes and fights and she wants to do more to help him (and others) than just fighting. She wants to be able to get them back on their feet in fighting shape. This fighting being her awakening moment of realizing just what she wants to do, and being the moment that pushes her to seek Tsunade for medical training. Imagine Kakashi running into them and checking in on sakura quickly before continuing on to locate Naruto and Sasuke.

#Yamanaka Ino #Hyuga Hinata #Tenten #Haruno Sakura

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sabaku-no-rozu · 2 years

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Intimate Accidents, pt1

Rating: Explicit. This is porn.

Tags: voyeurism, masturbation

Pairing: Gaara/Rozu, RoGaa

Summary: Gaara gets home late after work. Rozu left her bedroom door cracked.

Under the cut

Another late night in the books for the Kazekage. Gaara had been particularly buried in work this evening, not stopping for breaks or even to chat with his visitors that long, his focus entirely on paperwork. At one point hours ago, Rozu—his bodyguard and close friend—had even stopped by to drop him off some snacks and tea. She made a second round later that night to double check that Gaara was okay, and to urge him to wrap up for the night given how late it was.

Gaara of course dismissed her, stating he was fine and would be done with his work soon as long as he stayed focused. The term soon had turned to mean the witching hour this particular evening.

Gaara sighed as he turned out the lights to his office for the evening. He was satisfied with where he’d stopped, and looked forward to getting to rest a bit. He headed toward his dwelling’s front door and fished his pockets for the keys. He knew Rozu would be in the penthouse also, probably asleep, so he knew not to make noise coming in.

Gaara turned the key and entered the main room of his private quarters. He noticed how dark and quiet it was, save for a dim orange glow coming from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He figured Rozu must have fallen asleep in her room with the bed lamp on, while reading a book or listening to music like she usually did. He locked the door behind him, swapped his day shoes for some comfy slippers, then shed and hung his official jacket before quietly heading toward the hallway.

As Gaara stepped silently through the foyer, a small shifting sound caught his attention coming from Rozu’s cracked door. It sounded like she was turning in her sleep. Gaara huffed and crept to her door with the intent of turning off the light in her room, believing it to be disturbing her sleep, causing her to toss and turn.

Boy was he wrong.

When Gaara approached the ajar door and peeked inside, he saw Rozu lying on her bed spread eagle, sweating and flushed, her fingers delving between her squirming legs. Her other arm covered her closed eyes and her head phones covered both ears, the faint sound of music mixing in with her quiet panting breaths.

She appeared to be lost in her own lust, touching herself.

Gaara suddenly realized what he was looking at. He felt all of the blood in his body rush to two places at once; his entire face, and straight down his spine. It had only been a second, but Gaara felt like he had watched her for entirely too long.

In that moment, he saw Rozu’s fingers sink into herself, and heard her moan quietly, her back arched off of the mattress.

“Huhn—…Ga-Gaara…”

All of Gaara’s adrenaline pulsed through his body, and he got the fuck out of there. The speed of which he zipped from the edge of Rozu’s door to his own bedroom and nearly slammed the door shut could have rivaled that of Rock Lee’s without his weights. He only hoped he didn’t alert Rozu to his presence.

Gaara had no idea what to do right now. His mind was a mess after seeing Rozu pleasuring herself, let alone hearing her moaning *his* name. On top of that, he was pretty positive she didn’t detect him in the hallway. He had caught her in an incredibly intimate moment.

An intimate moment that apparently involved him…

He let out a breath he was holding then sat down on his bed. He put his head in his hands and stared down at the floor. What was he supposed to do with this information? Gaara couldn’t possibly justify telling Rozu that he caught her masturbating. He was sure that would embarrass her.

Images of Rozu’s strong, muscled body flashed through Gaara’s mind. The light in her room had hit her curves at just the right angles.

Gaara felt his strained cock twitch against his pants.

Having a massive boner right now was absolutely not helping the situation.

He briefly considered just trying to forget about it, but how could he possibly forget the sound of his name on Rozu’s breathless pleas?

What if he just joined her…?

Gaara pushed the thought of simply barging in there aside. That would definitely not go well. Rozu meant so much more to him than to justify a sloppy romp. If they were going to have their first time he would want it to be memorable.

Gods, having their first time…

Gaara wondered if that’s what Rozu was thinking about as she was touching herself and whispering his name. His own hand wandered down to his aching cock.

Maybe he could indulge himself just a little bit. Maybe it would take the edge off without hurting anyone?

He let the images of Rozu’s naked form flood his mind as he palmed his erection through his pants. Her sun kissed skin looked so soft, he had wondered what it felt like to run his fingers over her arms or her legs, or down her back…

Gaara hissed as he unfastened the buttons on his trousers and let his cock bob free. He shuddered at the sudden sensation of cool air against his sensitive skin, followed by his own warm hand wrapped around his thick member. He swiped his thumb over the head, and used the beads of pre cum to lubricate his fingers a bit. He closed his eyes and let his head loll back, imagining Rozu’s nimble fingers palming him instead of his own.

His breathing picked up, as did his strokes, as he pictured Rozu straddling over him with her shiny, wet pussy lips lined up with his cock head. Gaara felt only the slightest bit of embarrassment at the lewd images he was concocting, but the sight of Rozu’s supple bouncing breasts pushed aside the last of that shame.

He pictured her riding his cock with abandon, using him to make herself come to climax. He pictured pushing her onto her back in a mating press and pushing her legs back as far as she could handle for prime access to her depths. He shuddered at the feeling of holding her close as he plunged into her and filled her with his love, imagining her praying his name into his ear over and over as he made her cum.

/“Gaara…!”/

“Fuh—uck…! Uhn—!” Gaara groaned quietly as his whole body snapped like a right coil. He came hard, rope after rope of hot cum spilled down his pulsing shaft.

He took a moment to catch his breath and come down from his orgasmic high, only to quickly be overcome with the cold wave of post nut clarity.

Gaara walked in on one of his closest friends masturbating to the thought of him, then jerked off to the thought of fucking her, and came from it. He came hard from it.

Gaara swore under his breath, a feeling of shame rushing into him like the blood to his blushing face.

How was he going to face her after this?

#sabaku no gaara #sabaku no rozu #gaara x oc #self insert oc #fan fic #smut

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narutoad · 2 years

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it is with a heavy heart i post my latest controversial hot take: Gai-sensei was not a good sensei at first.

housekeeping disclaimers: this has nothing to do with his teaching methods or personality, yes he’s a fantastic ninja and revered master of taijutsu, yes he (eventually) emotionally supported his students, yes he shaped up as the series went along, peace love and all that. you people know i love this man.

now let’s get down to business.

flash back to the chunin exams. Tenten took a pretty significant loss in her match— she pulled out all the stops, even her rising twin dragons she planned on saving for the finals, and she still couldn’t touch Temari. then Tenten got her back cracked and Temari began attacking Tenten post-match, and who prevented this from escalating? Lee and Naruto. two other competitors.

Tenten did not get coached through her match. Gai and Lee made a scene cheering for her at the beginning of the fight, and Lee stepped up to help Tenten when she was incapable of protecting herself, while Gai was curiously nowhere to be found.

next (in relevancy) was Neji vs Hinata. similarly to Tenten, but for arguably different reasons, Neji did not get any sideline coaching or cheering during his match. in fact— again, arguable points to be made here— the greatest extent of Gai’s POV that we get in this fight is him looking at Hinata and thinking “the poor girl can’t even walk now.”

only when Neji intends on taking another crack at fallen Hinata does Gai step in (as do Hayate, Kurenai, and Kakashi). no acknowledgment of Neji’s feelings, no congratulating him on the victory, nothing reminiscent of support for Neji from Gai.

(meanwhile tenten is in the infirmary, presumably by herself, with no one close to her checking on her wellbeing.)

immediately up next is Lee vs Gaara, and we know how this goes. Gai is cheering wildly for Lee the whole time, loudly coaching him from the sidelines during the match, what you’d expect from what we know of Gai at this point when it comes to Lee. specifically when it comes to Lee, because as we’ve seen, it seems Gai doesn’t really care how the other 2/3 of his team performed.

and then Lee gets severely injured. Kakashi outright tells Gai that he took it too far, put too much pressure on Lee, taught him techniques that were inappropriate for his skill level, and was partially to blame for Lee sustaining the injuries he did. Gai accepts this responsibility and blame and vows to do better.

and what does he do next? he devotes himself to overseeing Lee’s recovery.

not Tenten’s recovery— granted her injuries were less than Lee’s, but a snapped spine is still not light business— and not Neji’s training for the finals.

in fact, let’s consider Neji’s situation here objectively.

his opponent is village idiot Naruto Uzumaki, of course Neji’s going to win! except… Naruto has been whisked out of the village to study for a month under one of the three Legendary Sannin. Jiraiya the Toad Sage. probably learning all kinds of incredible new jutsu and training intensely and really preparing for this match that absolutely no one expects him to win.

who’s training Neji? not anyone in his clan, they’re probably furious with him for destroying Hinata. not some Legendary Sannin or anyone remotely close to their skill level. not even his sensei, because gai is so wrapped up in lee’s recovery.

Neji trains with Tenten. Tenten, who KNOWS she’s the weakest link on her team. Tenten, whose defeat in the exams was nothing less than brutal and epic, that she likely had to take considerable time to recover from (much like Lee). Tenten is the only person giving Neji the time of day in the month leading up to his match with Naruto.

then Neji’s match rolls around. his big fight. he’s armed with a secret main branch technique— that he taught himself and refined with Tenten’s help— and the power of youth. everyone who’s anyone is in attendance for these exams, and they’ve all got their money on him.

guess who didn’t even bother to show up until after that match ended. guess who did not go see Neji in the infirmary after his match, or witness his whistleblowing against his abusive family, or once again, offer any sort of consolation or wisdom or support. Might Gai.

with this context, it’s so much easier to understand why there was such an obvious divide in this team beyond “the excitable, lovable ones” and “the voices of reason” often played for comedic effect. Gai clearly played favorites with Lee. aside from each other, Neji and Tenten had no one to go to in those early, formative days.

and that dynamic stuck. that dynamic lasted all the way through the series.

#toad talks #long post #naruto meta #naruto #team gai #team guy #might guy #maito gai #tenten #neji hyuga #rock lee #chunin exams

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Nαɾυƚσ αɳԃ Dɾყ Hυɱριɳɠ (and more)

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Another installment of the Naruto characters and dry humping, wink wonk. Also, this. This got long ahahahahahaha, I need help.

For Naruto, Sasuke, and Neji, please click here~

Now it is time for Shikamaru, Gaara, and Kakashi!

F!reader!

tags/warnings: oral, public sex, dry humping, sexual themes, intercourse, breeding, creampie, handjobs

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You were only supposed to go to the Kazekage’s office to cheer Gaara up, since he had been a little down lately.

You were supposed to be there for a short time, seeing as he was extremely down but, Gaara he--he wanted something more.

When you were about to leave, he had pulled you into a long kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and lightly tracing yours. Of course, you couldn’t say no to something so gentle yet hungry. So, you responded, wrapping your arms around his midsection, internally smiling at his sound of surprise. But he wrapped his own arms around your body, and to your surprise, lifted you up.

He walked over to the Kazekage’s desk chair and settled into it, with you on his lap. All the while, you both were still kissing languidly, tongues twisting around. He moved away and started to suck on your neck, open mouthed kisses everywhere. And as he worked on your body, you got a brilliant idea. You moved away from Gaara’s body, making him whine. Giggling you pat him on the chest, and started moving down his body, until you were on your knees, under the desk and unzipping his pants.

He watched you as you took his half hard dick out of his underwear, his eyes hungry for more, his pupils blown wide and he licked his lips as he watched you take his dick into your hand, and licking the upside of it.

He shuddered, using the desk as support as you pumped his dick while also lightly sucking the tip. He was always a slave to your blowjobs, always making him cum before he was ready to. Like right now, you were barely doing anything unusual, but he was already about to cum. He held it in though, wanting to enjoy this as much as he can.

He gazed on as you took his whole cock into to your mouth and sucked, going up, then down to the very base, his dick hitting the back of your throat. One of your hands was gliding up his body, the other gripping his thigh. You could hear him trying to suppress his moans, but that only made you fastened your pace, trying to get him to scream.

Unfortunately, he did well in making sure he didn’t let out any noise, except for the small whimpers and sighs.

But you knew that he was close to cumming now. the way he closed his thighs around you, and how his panting was becoming more erratic, were blatant indications.

But, then, there was a loud bang, and the sound of the door opening, made you immediately stop sucking Gaara’s dick.

“Hey little brother, I have some paperwork for you to look over--uh, what’s wrong with you?” Temari asked, seeing Gaara’s reddened face. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Oh nothing. Just A little tired, and a little hot,” He could say that twice, you thought to yourself, taking a hold of his throbbing cock again, squeezing it in a way that made Gaara squeak.

“Gaara? You okay?” Temari asked, walking closer to him, setting the papers down onto the desk. “Do you want me to check you temperature?”

“No! No, I’m fine--ah!” He groaned, hitting his head on his desk, curling in on himself as you deepthroated him again.

“Gaara?!”

“Stay over there, Temari! Just, don’t come any closer!” he shouted, pointing to the door. “In fact, can you leave? Please?”

Gaara wasn’t one to say please, so it took Temari by surprise, and as much as she wanted to tend to her little brother, she nodded and quickly left the room.

And when the door closed, Gaara let out a loud moan, cumming right into your mouth, filling it up so much so, that it overflowed, some of his cum falling out of your mouth and onto your chin.

You took his dick out of your mouth and panted, trying to catch your breath. You didn’t notice that Gaara scooted out of his chair, and joined you under his desk. He took his cloak and wiped your face, but before you could thank him, he kissed you roughly, putting his hands all over your body, and even going up and under your shirt.

“Gaara, what has gotten into you?” you asked when your mouth was free from his kisses. He shot you a lustful look.

“You. You drive me crazy, doing such outlandish things. You think that that was the end of it. Oh no, no it’s not.” He told you, lifting your shirt up and pulling it over your head, revealing your breasts. He buried his face in them and laid you down, his hand going straight to your core.

“This is not the end. I’m going to mess you up, until you are begging me to make you cum.”

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It all happened in his when he was in his office, when he was going through papers, as a hokage does

you come in, and see how busy and exhausted he looks

and you think to yourself, maybe you should help him

uh, relax, so to say

and without saying a word, you walk up to his desk, Kakashi still looking at papers, and he still hasn’t noticed you yet

until--

until they are taken out of his hand, and replaced with your body

He was mildly surprised to see you have placed yourself onto his lap, but not at all annoyed by it, if anything it was a great distraction to his otherwise dull and boring day of paperwork.

“You need some loving, not some stupid papers.” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck, putting your forehead to his.

With a withering sigh, Kakashi closed his eyes and rubbed your sides soothingly, just loving the feel of you in his hands. It was as though you were recharging him, giving him more energy.

And as hard as he tried, his cock was starting to respond to you being on his lap. It had been awhile since you guys had sex, so Kakashi here, was really pent up.

And now, he was trying to hide it, but soon you felt something on your ass, and grinned wickedly. “Kakashi, are you getting turned on with me on your lap?” you asked. He wanted to deny it, say it was something else and definitely not a boner. But he knew he couldn’t get you to believe him, so he nodded in defeat, ashamed.

You giggled though, and slowly put more weight onto his lap, letting his half hard dick go into your asscheeks. He sighed out, taking his hands away from your hips and gripped the armrests of his chair. “U-uh, (y/n) what are you going?” he questioned, feeling himself getting harder.

“I’m doing what I said I was going to do. Give you some loving.” and with that, you started to put more pressured into your lower half, pressing into Kakashi’s dick, until it was fully erect.

Kakashi was having a hard time trying not to react, trying hard not to touch you as you grind into him, but dear god he wanted to.

It didn’t even matter that he was in the Hokage’s office, and this is something one should definitely care about.

But the way your ass was moving, they way your face told him you wanted it, the way you guided his hands up and down your body, he was started to lose his mind.

So, like anybody who loses their mind, he takes you off of his lap and roughly turns you around so that your chest hit the desk in front of you. Kakashi pins your hands behind your back and and starts to rut against your ass from behind.

You moan loudly, but quickly bite your lips to quell it. You really don’t someone coming in right now. You hear Kakashi chuckle as he circles his hips into you, creating a sinful friction of pleasure. “Kakashi, please just--do something--”

“Are you sure about that? Do you really want to mess you up right here?” he questions, already knowing the answer. You nod rapidly, and sigh when Kakashi starts to undress your lower half. “You are already so wet for me. So fucking soaked.” He mumbled, making you blush.

“You don’t need to prep, just fuck me already.” you told him, shaking your bare ass at him. And with a shuddering sigh, Kakashi undid his own pants, letting them fall to his ankles and slowly inserted his cock into you, grunting at the wonderful heat surrounding him. And soon he was thrusting vigorously, the slap of skin echoing throughout the room.

You can feel the tell tale coil of pleasure in your core as he pounded into you, indicating that you were going to cum soon, and your moans were starting to become louder; louder than the clapping flesh. But, just as you were about to climax, there was a knock on the door. “Lord Hokage? Is everything okay? I hear some odd noises.”

Shit, an attendant. Kakashi immediately stopped what he was doing, but didn’t take his dick out. Actually he got an idea. “Oh no, everything is perfectly fine, thank you.” he amended as he grinded into you, making you moan loudly.

“S-sir? Are you sure, I could have sworn--”

“I just stubbed my toe, nothing major.” he lied smoothly, fastening his pace as he talked to his attendant and fucked you at the same time. You were losing your absolute mind, your pussy soaked, dripping all around Kakashi’s cock, wanting, wanting--

And with one last thrust, you came, tightening around Kakashi, and making him stutter mid sentence.

He stopped his movements, basking in the feeling of you tightening around him, completely ignoring the attendant on the other side of the door. “Sir, I think I should come in--”

“NO! Don’t--Don’t--just leave. I want to be alone.” he commanded, his voice rough. The attendant then left. Kakashi sighed, and gazed towards your twitching body, taking your shoulder to deepen himself into you.

“Oh no, you’re not done yet sweetheart, I’ve yet to cum in you.”

It took you three more hours of beautiful torture of Kakashi mercilessly pounding into you, until you were allowed to leave.

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You had dragged him to the top of the former hokage’s heads, wanting to see how the village looked from that high up.

He didn’t want to go, all Shikamaru wanted to do was take a nap on his signature bench and relax, maybe watch the clouds while he was at it.

you told him he could do exactly that

just on top of the former hokage’s head. Was it disrespectful to the former hokage’s? maybe. did you or Shikamaru care about the feelings of rocks? no not really.

So, with your flawless logic, and super human strength, you dragged Shikamaru to the very tip top, looking over the Leaf Village. It was a wondrous sight to say the least.

And not even two seconds into being there, your boyfriend immediately laid down, putting his hands behind his head, making a makeshift pillow, and closed his eyes.

You huff in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his laziness. Sitting next to him, you watch as he slowly breathes in and out. You were trying to come up with something to annoy him, and was coming up blank as of right now.

Until your mental light bulb flickered on, and a wide grin was placed on your face as you slowly climbed over his body, creating a shadow over his face.

His eyes didn’t open his eyes, nor did it look like he was going to stir. So, with renewed confidence, you silently placed your hips against Shikamaru’s, and that was when his eyes opened, albeit slowly.

He looked at you questioningly, glancing between your mischievous smile.

“you can’t be serious.” he muttered, a shiver going up his spine as you put more pressure slightly into his groin with your ass.

“Oh I’m dead serious, unless your too much of a pussy to follow through.” you saw his eyebrows furrow in irritation

you watched as he leisurely took his hands from behind his head, and gently gripped your hips, to suddenly thrust upward, hitting you right in your core.

You let a moan slip out accidentally, and heard him chuckle as he kept grinding up into you. “You are such a brat.” he mumbled, his eyes now lit with a lustful fire. It was only supposed to be a prank, but now it is turning into something way more serious. But like hell were you going to back down now.

You take him by the collar and pull him up to give him a long and heated kiss. None too surprised by the action, Shikamaru gripped your hips tighter, lifting his hips up again. it was a little awkward, but it still made you feel a wonderful heat inside your body.

Throwing your head back, and looking up to the sky, you gripped his shirt to, loving the feel of Shikamaru grinding his hard dick into you, loving the feel him losing himself to your body under the afternoon sun, in the wide open, where anybody can find you both.

It was exhilarating, and you feel yourself getting so so wet

And Shikamaru, against his better judgment, was getting inexplicably turned on, seeing you on top of him, face showing how aroused you are, and he couldn’t quite hold on to his sanity anymore

With a grunt, he sat up and kissed your neck, licking and biting, ravishing you. He took his hand from your hips and gripped your ass, and pushing it into his dick, and loved the way you moaned into his ear.

“Do you want to fuck me Shikamaru?” you whispered, and he nodded his head

“God I want to. But-but not here, we need to--ah, fuck would you stop doing that or I’m gonna blow in my fucking pants” he told you as you continued your ministrations.

you giggle, panting, red cheeks present. “It’s fine let’s just do it here, no one can see us.”

He couldn’t think right now, couldn’t even argue, his dick was thinking for him and right now all he wanted to do right now was to fuck you senseless

And just as he was about to literally rip your pants off, he heard a familiar voice in the distance

“Oh shit, it’s Iruka.” you told him, quickly getting off of his lap, showing off his rock hard cock to the world. “We gotta go,” and you started to run away, leaving Shikamaru in the dust. He had yet to move, too stunned at what just happened. Iruka walked up to him and was about to say hi until he saw the boner. Coughing, he quietly backed away, leaving Shikamaru to think about his life choices, and how he really shouldn’t let his dick do the thinking.

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happyocelot · 3 years

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“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.” + naruhina + and Naruto's obvious fear of ghosts

pls and thank you! 💟

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

Takes place during their honeymoon at those hot springs!

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“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Yes, we can.” Naruto’s voice was faint and muffled, barely distinguishable from the night breeze.

“Naruto-kun...” Hinata tried to pry his face from her onsen yukata. To be honest, she really didn’t want to - his body warmth was very nice in a way that Hinata had never experienced from him before. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“We can’t go.” He did not remove his face from her shoulder. His breath sent pleasant chills down her spine. “That old lady said that the samurai ghost patrols the rooms until sunrise. It’s only midnight.”

“We can’t hide in a closet for six hours,” she said, the voice of reason.

Yes, we can, said a traitorous voice of unreason in her mind. She firmly ignored this voice.

“I heard his armor, Hinata. It was clanking. He had a sword. He wanted to kill me.”

“That was the wind.”

“He wanted to kill me,” Naruto repeated, finally looking up. His sky blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

It was cute.

Hinata resisted the urge to pat his cheek.

“No one wants to kill you, Naruto-kun.”

“They do too. There was Kurama - ”

“He’s your friend now.”

“And Orochimaru - ”

“He doesn’t want to anymore. Besides, Captain Yamato is watching him. He’s essentially under house arrest.”

“Obito - ”

Were they really going to run through every name on the list now?

“He’s not here anymore.”

“Madara.”

“Also dead.”

“Gaara?”

“We had ramen with him last week.”

“Fine,” Naruto grumbled, pouting at her soulfully, apparently no longer concerned about the killer samurai stalking the rooms of the ryokan. “But the point is, a bunch of people have tried to.”

He was being too cute. Again. Hinata resisted the urge to pat his short blonde hair.

It would be hard, getting stuck in a closet with him for six hours.

No, it wouldn’t, said that unreasonable voice as he huddled close.

“I’ll check with my Byakugan,” she said, ruthlessly tamping down the traitorous part of her mind. “If I don’t see anything, we’ll go back. Is that okay?”

Naruto sighed. “Okay.”

She was almost disappointed when she scanned the area and found no trace of a samurai ghost.

But she couldn’t stay in a closet with him for six hours. Shikamaru had booked them a room for a reason.

#secrettastemakerland #asks #naruhina

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sunmoonandsandsoundtracks · 3 years

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I just rewatched Naruto classic and i wonder how would it be if shikamaru had a younger sister who gets a crush on Gaara, like she's like "what's the big deal about sasuke common hair colour , common eye color same village boring" but right after that sees Gaara. I find it sort of funny about how shikamaru always ends up at the wrong place at wrong time, like he just gets back from watching Gaara kill two people and sees his sister getting all blushy, cheering for gaara and fighting with ino.(1)

oh, boy. so, i read all your asks, and god knows you gave me plenty to work with. i've tried to include as much as i can, but it's all a little much for one request and i do have others.

that said, when i saw your asks, i swear to god that the clouds opened up and angels sang while heavenly light shone down on me as i thought MY TIME HAS COME! i have never met anyone else who has had this same idea that i've been holding onto for ten years. so i thank you from the bottom of my heart for this. it truly was a joy to write. like i'm super proud of it, because this premise is fucking adorable, and the reader being a nara is the only way i can use all the figurative speech that i do here. you can pry my metaphors/analogies from my cold, three times dead hands.

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word count: 1984 i can't guarantee that all my requests will be this long. it's a question of inspiration. and cut me some slack, this is gaara. if you haven't figured out yet, he's my baby.

enjoy!

i don't mind your shadows

You weren't sure what hurt worse. Your fingers, stiff from being held in the same position for hours as you practiced your shadow manipulation behind your home, or your heart.

"Gaara's engaged. The council arranged a marriage for him, and he's going along with it. He's okay with who they picked."

"Just okay?" You grumbled at the memory of Temari telling you the latest update on her brothers, one of which you were far more interested in. That had been over a week before, and you were still aching over it. "She's probably gorgeous and important. That's why he's okay with it."

You used your shadow to dislodge a kunai from a tree and throw it at another. "I'm sure she'll look great next to him. The picture perfect political wife."

You fell to your knees, suddenly realizing how low on chakra and strength you were.

"Shit," you mumbled and sat back. Hopefully your brother would come check on you and help you get back inside. You weren't one to lay down and take a load off like Shikamaru, being more like your mother while he took after your father, but you wouldn't deny that laying down and relaxing once in a while did have merit. Eyeing the clouds, you saw one in a shape that made you think of-

You groaned and looked away from the cloud that reminded you of Gaara's gourd.

"Hey."

You turned your head to see your elder brother. He had a little over a year on you, but you were often mistaken as the elder sibling because he usually went along with what you said.

"Hey. What's up? Did Mom send you out?"

"Not exactly. We have guests, so you need to get inside."

"Why?" You groaned. "Can't you tell them I'm not in the mood to entertain?"

"No."

You gave a weary sigh. "Okay, Tell them that I'll be in soon. I just need to catch my breath."

"Don't take too long. You know how Mom is," was all he said before leaving.

"This is one of those times when his reluctance to help does me good," you muttered, closing your eyes and draping an arm over them.

You only had a few minutes of peace before you heard someone approach. It was an unfamiliar gait, so you couldn't tell who by sound alone. The approaching foot steps stopped, and you were tempted to move your arm, but that felt like admitting defeat.

"Give me just a moment. I went a little too hard with my training," you explained.

"I don't mean to rush you," a low voice said, making you shoot up straight.

"What are you doing here?" spilled out, and you immediately winced in shame. "Sorry. Forget I asked. You owe me no explanation, Lord Kazekage."

"I thought we were past the formalities."

A surge of bitterness ran through you, and your voice betrayed you again. "That was before you were betrothed. Out of respect for your fiancée, until I meet her, I don't think I should address you in such a familiar way."

"Why not? Everyone else still does."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you got to your feet, trying to come up with a good answer. You didn't think "but how many of the others have been in love with you for years?" would fly.

"I just don't feel right about it," was what you settled on. "Is she here with you?"

"No, she's not," he replied cryptically.

"You left her back in Suna alone? Will she be all right?"

"She's not in Suna. Hakuto is no longer my betrothed. She had someone else, and I wouldn't enslave her in a marriage where she'd likely be unhappy for the rest of her life."

The name rang a bell. "Hakuto? I've heard that name-"

Your eyes went wide as you realized there was a lot more to the pair you helped Shikamaru get settled within your clan's protection than he let on. The bastard couldn't give even you a full disclosure?

"She was the one?" Your heart sank a little. She would have looked perfect beside Gaara, all right. Beautiful and regal in appearance, that's all many leaders needed, but you guessed there was more to her than that if he was willing to go through with the arrangement.

What would the next one be like? You didn't doubt that the Suna council would continue to badger their young leader.

"I-I'm sure you'll have no problem finding another one," you weakly offered some semblance of support, but it was so hollow.

"I'm not so sure. My past is still a bit of a deterrent to some."

"Some," you softly laughed. "They'd have to be insane to not give you a chance based on who you were all the way back then. You've changed so much from the boy I saw fighting Sasuke in the exams, and anyone who says differently is lying. If they really let that keep them back, then they have no idea what they're missing. I mean I'd-"

You cut yourself off before you could say anything that would be considered inappropriate. But you wanted to say it. You wanted to say it so badly.

I'd give anything to have that chance.

"You'd what?" He pressed.

"I'd say that there are still more women than you could possibly imagine that would line up just for the chance to stand at your side, and not because of your position. I just hope that the next arrangement I'm sure they'll try to force on you will be with someone that will enable you to find further happiness."

You offered him a small smile. "I'm sure the next one will work out."

"There won't be another arrangement."

Your eyes widened a bit. From what you'd heard, his council was downright tyrannical when they could get away with it, and they were obsessed with having an heir for him to pass the mantle of his title to.

"That's wonderful. You get to choose what you do. I think it's dumb that they were pushing that on you. None of the Hokage were pressured like that."

You cursed the way your heart leapt in your chest as his gaze swept over you, feeling like it was pulling at a leash. He may have been let off the hook, but that didn't mean anything for you. No, he was still the Kazekage, and most of the time, you just felt like all you would ever be was Shikamaru's sister at best. It wouldn't be right for you to make your feelings known. Powerless as you ultimately were, they were your burden to bear, and yours alone.

"Thank you," he said, to which you nodded.

"Well, you didn't come out here just to tell me that, did you?"

"No, I didn't, but it is along the same line."

You tilted your head a bit as your curiosity deepened. "Okay?"

He softly sighed, and for the first time ever, you saw him as nothing more than a nervous young man. Not as a great leader, or a strong shinobi. Just a man that couldn't help his apprehension.

"They presented me with a suggestion before Hakuto, and I said no. They actually really pushed for the first option, but I wasn't going to let them pressure her into it."

You weren't quite on Shikamaru's level, but your intellect was nothing to scoff at. Even then, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he was hinting at, and your mind blanked as you attempted to formulate a response.

"And what if they didn't have to? What if she jumped at the offer? What if she's one of the women I mentioned a minute ago?"

It all came out in a jumble, and you wondered if he even understood what you said. It was clear that he did as you swore you saw the fear flee from him, and he was suddenly the same man you'd always seen. It was a little disappointing as you realized you'd never seen him appear so human before, but it was minimally so.

"If that was the case, I'd say I still didn't want them to make the offer. I would wish to do it myself, after taking a little time to actually court her. The only arrangement I would agree to would be strictly between us."

All your previous exhaustion was replaced with an energetic charge that could have propelled you over the house.

"Why me?" You questioned, voice weak despite the elation in it.

"Because even though the first time you saw me was when I was at my worst, you never made me wonder if you were afraid of me. Any time those exams were discussed while you were around, the others would gloss over the darker details and glance at me, and I know they were looking to preserve my feelings. You... You never did. You're like Naruto, accepting all of me as I am and as I was with no judgment. Like just a moment ago, whenever you bring up that time, you don't change, except-"

A smile dominated your face as you reveled in his words. It was absolutely insane, but even with everything you'd heard about him from Shikamaru and the little you'd seen of him in that state... You just weren't afraid of him. Your brother claimed brain damage was involved, and maybe he was right, but every time you looked at Gaara, you could see past the mania to the heart that struggled so much. That first day, and every following encounter just showed you someone with a lot to give, but had a deficiency of the love needed to teach him how to do that. His willful transformation proved you right.

"Except?" You questioned, encouraging him to finish his thought.

He appeared purely human once again as he grew slightly bashful.

"Except when you seem to become happier by talking about it. When you saw me for the second time after we returned with Naruto and the others, it was like you were excited to see me."

You didn't know if you were embarrassed that he noticed or not. You'd say not.

"Either way, you've never shown any fear," he continued, and you saw a spark of emotion in him, as well as a little bewilderment. He seemed to get a little lost in his thoughts. "I know I never hurt you directly, but you still know what I was like. There are still some people who have as much experience with me as you do that can't look me in the eye."

"Gaara," you spoke up, voice soft but clear, drawing him back. "I deal in shadows. Literal or figurative, I'm not afraid of yours. Everyone casts shadows in one way or another, but when the light shines on them, they all disappear."

With a little smirk, you used the very last ounce of chakra you possessed to link your shadow with his, causing him to step closer as you did. When you were nearly toe to toe, you released him.

"And for the record, the darkest shadows are cast by the brightest light. Your past and any other shadows are always going to stand out when compared to who you are now. That doesn't mean they have any power. They can't do anything unless you put up obstacles to block the light and allow them to grow. You're not someone who does that. I know you never have been. You're so bright, and I'll gladly stand by you."

The ensuing smile from him lit you up like a lighthouse.

"Thank you," he said, barely above a whisper.

As you stood there, you noticed the shadows the two of you cast in the light from the lowering sun. They were unified, and you took that as a very good sign.

#naruto canon verse #gaara x reader #fluff #jukebox month

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narutogwriting · 3 years

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If requests are open, then: Gaara has chosen a bride, but during their engagement she refuses to capitulate to Suna’s council and their desires to have her on their side instead of Gaara’s. So, in order to break trust/break them apart (the details are obvs your choice), a councilman or two sends a shinobi to sexually assault her.

Fortunately, Gaara discovers the man in time to save you.

With this prompt, could you write something for it? Hurt/confort, lemons (jfc tumblr just knock it off with the gag order already), dark/horror, your choice!

PRECIOUS

Pairing: Gaara x Reader

CW: Attempted sexual assault, light NSFW

Length: 4.6k+

A/N: I absolutely hate how this came out, but I hope it works for you and is what you were expecting!

You know that feeling you have when you’re younger? You have the adults in your life. They always seem to know exactly what to say, what to do. And you never truly have to worry, because if you don’t have the answer, there’s always someone that does.

Right and wrong. It’s all so black and white, and you’re lucky because the adults in your life always make the upstanding choices.

At least, that’s what you think.

And then you grow up. Little by little, you become older and wise enough to realize the more you think you know, the less you do.

And maybe it’s something big or something small when you first start to lose your faith in those in authority. But there’s always a moment when it clicks; the people in authority know no more than you do, they’re not morally honorable at all. They just have the power.

You’d been a ninja your whole life, but as you got older, you opted to step into a more political role for your village. You’d been around long enough to see how corrupt the ninja system was as a whole, and you had wanted to change it from the inside out.

You thought you’d already had your moment, multiple moments, even, that showed you just how amoral and deceitful the powers that be were.

You had no idea how bad they truly could get.

“So, I hope you understand what we’re asking. Your compliance is… let’s just say, in your best interest.”

Silence ensued. Sunagakure, like the other villages, had a system of checks and balances. Gaara was the Kazekage, leader of the village, but that didn’t mean he had this all consuming power. The Suna Council consisted of twelve members, all in place to make sure the Kazekage is doing what they should and that all decisions were made in the villages best interest.

The council and the Kazekage were supposed to be working together for the village, to make things, better, to help the people. The council was supposed to be supporting the Kazekage as the leader.

So, in a way, you almost couldn’t believe they would ask you this. Only almost. . The Sand Village had never had a reputation of being above reproach. Why, it was just a few years ago when they had partnered with the Sound Village to overthrow the Leaf Village, killing the Hokage in the process. Gaara had only been a child then, but the Suna Council that had agreed with the plot then was the same council that now demanded you betray your husband to be.

They wanted you in their ranks. The direction that Gaara was ready to lead Suna in wasn’t a direction the elders were ready for it to go.

It was new and completely different from anything they’d seen before. But Gaara was insistent that Suna was going to enter an era of peace and perseverance. They would be a village that would fight for the good of the world, not solely their own interests. Suna as a village would no longer be number one. People would be.

And so they expected you to play a secret agent for them. They would give you orders, and then, as Gaara’s wife to be, you would manipulate him into their desires, make him think they were his own. You would play him as if he were a puppet on your strings.

Maybe it was because you had been a diplomat before moving to the Sand for Gaara. They thought because you were a politician, that you would understand their requests and be bought off so easily. It was the very reason you’d taken the position; the way village politics worked needed to change.

The twelve council members stared at you steadily and expectantly. They expected your concurrence, couldn’t imagine that there would be any thought of going against their wishes. They’d gone so long getting exactly what they wanted.

All good things must come to an end.

There were a couple ways you could have played this. Agreed and then told Gaara what they’d asked. That they were demanding for you to work Gaara behind the scenes and manipulate him to their will. You could have agreed, even. Accepted their offers of power and betrayed your betrothed.

You had endless options, but you would take none of them.

Gaara was the love of your life, going to be your husband, and you would present as a strong front. You would let there be no question of where your loyalty was.

Pushing back your chair, you stood, smacking your hands down on the tables, a sudden, loud move that made the old hags jolt. You bit back a satisfied smirk; good. You wanted to scare them, let them know *exactly where they stood with you.

“How dare you?” You demanded from them, meeting each member’s eye slowly and purposefully, wanting them to understand just how badly they had screwed up by trying to turn you against Gaara.

“I don’t know how things worked back in your days, but Gaara becoming Kazekage has reigned in a new era of peace and restitution for the Sand. Things will no longer be the way you allowed it to for so long, full of evil and sneakiness and cowardice. You’re going to learn soon enough; Suna has no more need for the ways of the old world.” You pushed off the table, scowling in disgust.

“How dare you call yourselves leaders while you attempt to turn the Kazekage’s betrothed into a traitor.” Lips pursed, you looked over them all one more time, doing nothing to hide the contempt in your gaze. “The Kazekage is not going to be pleased when he hears about this.”

With that, you turned on your heel, stomping out of the room, letting the door slam closed behind you.

Out of the room now, away from their gaze, you leaned against the other side of the door, feeling the way your heart raced erratically. You couldn’t believe you’d talked like that to the Suna Council.

You’d never been meek, really. Confrontation just wasn’t your favorite thing, and besides this, you respected your elders and village leaders greatly, not discounting their wisdom or experience just because of different times. You’d even admired the council up until this moment.

But no amount of reverence or admiration would ever surpass what you felt for Gaara. You loved him more than anything or anyone, and you would always be on his side no matter what. There was nothing and no one that could make you falter or second guess being by his side.

Heading back to your apartment, you wished not for the first time you shared it with Gaara. You and Gaara didn’t live together yet; he wasn’t exactly traditional, but he wanted to keep up the appearance of it. He didn’t want to move in together until the two of you were officially married, and that day was coming up soon. You could wait just a little longer until you got to wake up to his face every morning.

Nothing sounded more blissful.

It had been a diplomacy mission that had brought you from your home in Iwagakure to Suna for the very first time.

Love at first sight wasn’t necessarily something you believed in, but the first time you laid eyes on Gaara, you knew there was something special in him. You’d heard the stories and the rumors your whole life, the demonic reincarnation of the one tailed beast that killed everything in his path to the reformed and revered youngest Kage in history.

Gaara had been nothing like you expected.

He had the kindest eyes you’d ever seen. At a young seventeen years old, his eyes held stories of a hundred lifetimes. He was quiet, observant. He took in everything and everyone around him, considering their every move and word before responding himself. When he spoke, it was with a shared respect and understanding of those who he was addressing.

You’d bowed respectfully when you met, addressing him, of course, as Kazekage. When you’d straightened, his eyes on you had you blushing; you felt bare under his gaze.

A week. You were only in Suna one week, and that was all it took for you to fall for Gaara. From the first late night the two of you spent negotiating and discussing the particulars of the alliance between your villages, you got to know Gaara more than you’d ever imagined you would.

And Gaara was just as sprung. From your easy smile to the quickness of your thoughts to the passion in which you spoke, he’d never met anyone like you.

You were a marvel to Gaara, and he didn’t let you leave without letting you know.

You were surprised in all honesty. You hadn’t been able to read whether or not he was as interested in you as you were in him, but either way, you wouldn’t have expected a person like Gaara to be so forward.

He was modest and reverent the night before you were to go back to your village when he told you he’d like you to return soon. He left no room for you to wonder what he meant, instantly letting you know that it was because he was enamoured with you, and he had every intention in pursuing you romantically if you would let him.

Of course you would.

It was one and a half years of dating before you’d opted to give up your position in your village to move to the Sand. Gaara didn’t ask you to, never would have dreamed of making you choose between him and your job, but it was the obvious choice to you.

You loved Gaara irrevocably, and he was Kazekage. He couldn’t leave his village, so you would go to him.

It was only a year after that when Gaara asked you to marry him in a way that was so him. It was quiet and private and romantic as hell.

He’d asked you to go with him for a quiet walk to the green house, just about the only place in Suna that had any plants. It was both of your favorite places, so of course you agreed.

When you’d arrived, the green house was alight with fairy lights strung from every corner. Petals from various flowers littered the floor walkway down to an arc of ivy that definitely hadn’t been there before.

Looking at Gaara, your mouth hung agape in disbelief and confusion. He gave you a soft smile, taking your hand and leading you down the walkway. By the time you got to the ivory arc, you had tears overflowing.

“Yes!” You were crying before he even got down on one knee.

Gaara had tried to shoosh you with a small laugh, but you weren’t having it, throwing your arms around him and peppering him with kisses before he could get a word in.

“You have to let me ask you. I have a speech.” He tried to tell you, but gave up as you continued to kiss him, laughing and kissing you back. He pulled a rock carved in the shape of a heart. Lifting the lid, it revealed the beautiful ring he had made for you.

He had to hold you still so he could slip the ring on your finger before kissing your hand.

“I love you,” He told you, those intense green eyes gazing into yours.

Your wedding was still a ways away, but you and Gaara were clearly in love. Why the council genuinely thought you would go along with their demands were beyond you. You’d given up politics for love without a second thought.

Shaking your head, you were relieved when your front door came into view. The first thing you wanted to do leaving your meeting was to go straight to Gaara, but he was gone for the next week on his own diplomacy meeting.

You sighed as you got into bed. Whenever he was home, the council was going to be in for a world of hurt. You could only imagine how livid and betrayed Gaara would geel.

The next few days went by without incident, though that did make you feel just a bit nervous. You expected to be called in for some sort of meeting again, to be talked to, at least sent a message.

But there was nothing. All was peaceful and quiet.

The time passes slowly and uneventfully. You did paperwork and spent time with some friends. That night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a book, wishing Gaara was beside you. He’d be gone for a few more days still.

So you opted for just a relaxing night in by yourself. You usually went to sleep early-ish, but that night, you were up well past your usual bedtime, emerged in the fantasy world in between the pages you were reading.

It was because you were awake that you heard a noise from your living room. It was small, barely there, but you’d heard it. It sounded like someone had bumped into something, maybe your living room table, and had been quick to steady it.

You froze, listening carefully for any more sound, but nothing came. You had almost convinced yourself that you imagined the whole thing, but every one of your senses was on high alert. Carefully, slowly, you crept out of your bed, grabbing the kunai you kept under your pillow just in case.

You held your breath, not wanting to risk even making a sound, as you tiptoed towards your bedroom door. Ear pressed to the cool wood, you listened.

Silence met you, but you weren’t convinced. Years as a Shinobi had taught you to trust your gut. Something was off; you could feel it.

Decided to go on the offensive, you turned the door handle and threw open the door, quickly barreling through the opening. You caught the intruder dead in their tracks. He was dressed in all black, everything covered besides his dark eyes.

You were in such shock at there actually being someone there, you froze for a split second. The intruder took that second to attack, lunging at you.

He smashed into you, knocking both of you to the floor, and that’s when your instincts kicked in. As soon as your back hit the floor, you were rolling, throwing your legs over your head and then you were on your feet, sending a kick into the man’s abdomen.

The man let out a gasp as the air was knocked from him. Wasting no time, you sprinted to your front door, ready to flee and call for help.

You weren’t prepared for another intruder waiting at the otherside of the door. The second you opened it, locking eyes with him, his fist lashed out before you could even react.

Pain was all you felt before the world went black.

The world came into view slowly. As your vision cleared, you realized you were in your own bedroom. When you tried to move, you were alarmed to find that your arms and legs were both bound. Your attempt at a scream was muffled by the gag in your mouth.

“Heh, we’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” Your head jerked to see the intruder that you had kicked looming over you. “You’re lucky you got that kick in when you did, but I’m gonna have to pay you back for that one.”

He drew his hand back before smacking it across your face. You gave a muffled cry as the left side of your face stung in pain.

“Stop fucking around,” hissed the other man. “We have orders. Get to it.”

You looked up between the two, scared and confused. What kind of orders?

The first man chuckled with a smirk that looked more like a sneer. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this…” He mused as he pulled out a kunai. He moved toward you slowly, deliberately, letting the fear creep from your neck down your spine.

You shook your head, jerking this way and that, but the second intruder pinned you to the bed by your shoulders. “Better stay still, bitch.” He hissed at her. “We got a job to do here. This’ll teach you to defy the village council. By the time we’re done with you, you won’t think twice about doing what they say.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, your night shirt was fisted by the first man before he ripped the kunai through it.

Your face burned hot with embarrassment and shame as the remains of your top were shredded, leaving you bare. You could feel their eyes looming over you, taking in every part of your skin.

“Even your fiancé ain’t gonna want you when we’re done.” You heard snickered, but by this point you’d screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to see them looking at you like you were a piece of meat.

Shuffling made your eyes peak back open to see the first man fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

He shoved his boxers down, revealing himself as he palmed his length to hardness.

You began thrashing again with renewed vigor despite the hands still pinning your shoulders down. Somehow, you managed to free yourself from the second man's grasp, rolling off the bed and attempting clumsily to push yourself to your feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your ankles were grabbed and unceremoniously, you were dragged kicking back to the man. In moments he had your own pants discarded before he was looming over you.

Everything about him was revolting you. His smell, his heavy body to those cold dead eyes. In one last desperate attempt, you headbutted him as hard as you could, feeling your forehead smash into his nose.

Warm blood spurted out, splashing over you as he let out a mangled scream. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!”

Spots flashed before your vision as his fist connected with your cheek, leaving you disoriented and drowning in pain.

“I’ve had enough of this,” the second man hissed, shoving the first one off of you. “I’ll take care of this.”

He pinned you with his entire body as you felt him shuffling for his pants once more.

You weren’t sure when you’d started crying, but the tears were flowing, drenching your cheeks as your stomach turned sickly. You screwed your eyes shut, willing your mind to go anywhere else but here.

There was nothing else to do but resign yourself to your fate. You couldn’t fight back or scream for help. All you could do was pray it would be over quickly.

You were still waiting when the weight of his body suddenly lifted off of yours, and you heard the most horrifying scream. Your blood went cold at the sound, causing your eyes to shoot open.

Sobs began to wrack your body as it shook with relief so great it overwhelmed you. Gaara! He was here!

And you’d never seen him look so angry before.

His eyes were wide and crazed, the vessels looking like they would pop at any second. The men were screaming, pleading, but Gaara couldn’t hear them pass the blood rushing in his ears. Teeth bared, he was growling, the sound menacing and maniacal.

In this moment you understood something in a way you never had before: Gaara was a force to be feared.

“Please! Please, we’re sorry!” “No! Don’t!”

“Sand Coffin.”

The men let out one last strangled scream before they were silenced permanently. Blood splattered everywhere, pouring down like rain. It streamed down over you and everything else in your room.

Gaara was panting hard, still looking more wild than you’d ever seen him. His eyes were locked on the sand that was seeping red with blood.

A small whimper from you brought him back. His eyes quickly flickered to you, and it was like you could see his soul returning to his body.

He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you and pulling you to him. He gently removed the gag from your mouth and removed the bind from your wrists and ankles.

He didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words. He just held you while you weeped into his chest, wrapped in a blanket and finally feeling safe in his arms.

It took you a while to calm down. The adrenaline had left your body, leaving you only with the weight of what had almost happened. The fear and shock left you trembling, ripping sobs from your throat.

“I’m here…” He kept repeating. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Once you were able to finally relax, Gaara packed you a bag and took you to his home. You would never need to go back to your home with those traumatic memories, he decided. To hell with tradition or social conventions. He would move you into his home first thing the next morning.

At Gaara’s home, he ran a bath for the two of you filled with bubbles. He took a warm wash cloth, gently wiping the blood from your body. He massaged the blood back to the areas you’d been binded and iced the bruises on your face, any traces of the manic man from earlier gone. All that was left was the serene Gaara you knew and loved.

Gaara didn’t press you to talk or tell him anything the whole while, only made sure you were attended to and cared for.

It was later on once the two of you were in bed with Gaara holding you close to him that you filled him in on what had happened: the Suna Council attempts to get you to turn against Gaara and manipulate him to their purpose. What those men had said before they’d attempted to… you couldn’t even say the word.

Gaara took it all in silently, but you could feel his grip on you tighten just slightly as you spoke. He was livid; you could see it in his eyes, though it was much more subdued than before. “I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he finally spoke, his words heavy and choked.

“If you weren’t marrying me…” He stopped, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m sending out word first thing to the four other villages. We’ll have the members disbanded and imprisoned before the week ends.” He assured you with a conviction and sternness you’d only seen in meetings before.

Nodding, you pulled him closer to you. “I never thought I’d see you again…” You told him. “I was so scared… I thought…” You shook your head. “You saved me. You’re always there.”

“Always,” Gaara said, kissing your head.

He didn’t know whether to chalk it all up to luck or intuition that he’d come home early. He had just missed you so terribly, it was like he suddenly couldn’t stand to be away from you for another moment. He’d cut his diplomacy trip early and hurried back, getting to you in just the nick of time.

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…” You murmured, looking up at him. “I just wanna forget about it, just for tonight…” With that, you reached up to press your lips to his.

Gaara hesitated only for a moment before kissing you back. He’d missed you so much, and if this was what was going to make you feel better, well, who was he to deny you? In a moment, you were up on top of him, straddling his lap as you kissed him more forcefully, almost desperately.

Gaara’s arms went around you, fingers digging into your hips as he held you against him. He let one hand slide up your back into your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. Slowly, your lips slid down, moving over his jaw down to his neck, peppering every area you could reach with kisses.

Your name left Gaara’s mouth, a low, needy whine. It sent a jolt through your body, and you began to grind yourself into his lap. You could feel Gaara’s grip tighten in your hair even more as he slowly began to harden underneath you.

Your fingers began to pull at the hem of his shirt desperately. You needed something to ground you. You needed Gaara.

He let you pull the shirt off of him, discarding it to the side before he was on you again.

He flipped you over so you were on your back as he attached his own lips to your neck, attacking the skin, marking you as his. You were moaning and trembling under his touch, begging him for more as his hands wandered your body.

“Gaara,” You groaned out as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your pants. “No foreplay. I want you now.”

You could hear Gaara stifle his groan at your words before your pants were unceremoniously yanked down. His lips pressed harshly back to yours, all tongue and teeth. Gaara had put aside his own feelings earlier for yours, but now they were pouring out of him.

His anger at the council. His bloodthirst for those men. His fear for what almost had happened to you; you could taste it all in the kiss. Gaara needed you to ground him just as much as you needed him to ground you.

One moment you were kissing and the next your clothes were in a pile, and he was inside of you, hands pinning down your hips as he rutted into you desperately. Your nails scratched down his back, you tried to moan or cry out, but all your sounds were swallowed by his lips.

You were breathless, dizzy as his hips pounded into yours, never breaking the kiss. His pelvic bone caught your clit with every movement and it wasn’t long before you were gushing around him, but he didn’t slow his moments. He pulled your legs up, locking them around his waist. “More,” He was mumbling against your lips. “More.” When it was over, you cumming around his cock countless times before he finally found his own release, spilling inside of you endlessly, he pulled you into his side, holding you closer than he had in some time.

“I’ve never seen you like that before.” The image played in your mind, Gaara’s eyes wild and burning, the flames of anger behind them.

Gaara tensed slightly, but you placed your hand on his chest, calming him as you gazed up at him. You weren’t afraid of him. You were only… intrigued by this side of him you’d never experienced.

“I use to crave blood.” He told you. “I know you have heard the stories. My whole life, I was told I was a monster. I thought I was one. My sole purpose was to kill everyone around me so I could survive.”

His hand was rigid on your shoulder as he spoke, but you held his gaze unwavering. You accepted Gaara. Every part of him.

“But now, I know my true purpose.” His stare was steady, sure. “Ever since I’ve become Kazekage. My purpose has been to protect those precious to me, those who need someone to protect them. I no longer crave violence or blood. But I will not let anyone, no matter who they are, hurt someone I love…” He pulled you even closer, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I never would have dreamed I would have someone precious to me, or someone who I am precious to. But now that I have you, I’m never going to let you go.”

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[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] The Power of Love

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Prompt: 30 — "I mean it."

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

Note: Aloha, I'm back!!! Thanks for the request and the cheers😝 Okay, this one is AHHH, the title :DD This one is very sentimental but playful at the same time. There's like some serious talk but also entertaining moments, too. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Constant requests that you get married were sent in your way for the past several months. Your parents were tired of having to wait to see you bring a man home, but you had no intention to comply. The topic would come up to the table during dinner every now and then, with your mother furrowing in her brows and your father sighing in distress. On your part, you played cool, soothing them that you just found a guy and dismissing the matter with a feigned grin.

Everything would be ordinary, much to your own liking until your parents secretly signed you up for a match-matching service. You had a big argument that night but they smugly smiled and ensured that you would fall in love with him immediately. It was ridiculous.

“You’d be head over heels in no time, Y/N,” your mother said.

“Like she knows who he is,” you mumbled, scoffing on your way back to your apartment.

Though you completely shut the door to the new romance—the guy that you presumably knew nothing about—you woke up earlier than usual, earlier than you should. You blamed it on your neighbor’s child crying but you discerned that you were being irrational. The whole situation was aberrant. You purposefully threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt that was too worn out for a first date. Still, you could not be any more careless, the last thing you wanted was to get the man to generate some form of adoration for you. You checked yourself in the mirror and made sure that you looked representable nonetheless.

The sun was already high up in the sky when you locked your door and tiredly dropped the keys into your handbag, storming to the destination with angry steps. It was your day off and you could have spent your time on something much more meaningful, training, for example. Kakashi-senpai said you still needed to hone your close combat skills. You pursed your lips at the thought of the Hatake, feeling even more enraged and annoyed. The said Shinobi was a nice guy, he was gentle and mannered with everyone but you. He treated you like his kid, bossing you around, requesting you to dig through the shelves of bookstores to find the limited edition of Icha Icha that was recently published. But you did not quit being his subordinate. Kakashi had everything that you needed to harness, from his skills to knowledge, and you would never let such a golden opportunity go wasted.

Being with him for two long years brought you many benefits and visible improvements, one of them being your patience. You were short-tempered and Kakashi was just the perfect tame to your boiling climate. The silver-haired veteran knew you were cantankerous on some days, like today, when you were having an involuntary sunbathing session, and would always be later than he usually would. Over the drenching months, you grew indifferent to his tardiness, adapted to his peculiar conscience of time, and no longer rambled when he arrived. He would come up with the most bizarre excuses to get away with it, and at first, you were furious about it, but you found them somewhat adorable now.

You smiled, wondering why you were recalling your moments with Kakashi when you were waiting for your date to come. You bit the inner side of your cheek when you realized your patience was running thin—it reminded you of your silver-haired senpai. Releasing a shaky breath, you calmed yourself down, assuring that you would apologize to the man that it was merely a misunderstanding with your parents that they signed you up for today. You rubbed the surface of the table with your fingers and let your thoughts carried you away at the moment, unconsciously drumming the rhythm of your favorite song—his favorite song that you grew accustomed to after years of the very special silver-haired occupying your day.

“You seem nervous.”

Your head perked at the unexpectedly familiar voice, “Kakashi-senpai?”

The silver-haired settled himself in the opposite seat with ease, “Good morning, Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?” You did not bother to greet him back properly due to the tremendous shock being registered into your system.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to… to,” you came to a halt, fumbling with the hem of your shirt when you found it impossible to continue. It was embarrassing.

“Blind date?” He questioned, quirking a brow.

Your cheeks heated up in modesty, unable to answer his beseech.

“That seems like a yes,” Kakashi leaned back, enjoying your flustered state, “I’m here for a blind date, too.”

“A what?”

“A blind date,” he repeated without failing to lose his composure.

It took you several seconds to comprehend the whole situation, then you shifted in your chair, propping your elbows onto the table to hide your blush, “This is such an… interesting encounter. But I won’t change my mind.”

You were fairly absolute with the plan to turn the whole thing down, despite whoever was your date, despite it being Kakashi Hatake. You did not want to risk the bond that took you so long to form with him and the trust that he enlisted you upon. You could not.

“I also came resolute,” he made a simple, yet down-to-earth statement. Kakashi caught your eyes and challenged, “What do you want to do after a coffee date?”

“No,” you jerked away, “what are you saying? Are you okay, senpai?”

“We’re on a date and you still call me senpai?”

“Look, we’re not going to do this, we can’t, Kakashi,” you tried to explain but to no avail.

The silver-haired smugly smiled, “Good, Kakashi sounds much nicer.”

“I’m not joking,” you cleared your throat and glared at him.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I mean it.”

Your lips fell apart as the coherence in your mind shattered into bits and pieces. Kakashi silently observed the fleeting expressions that you made, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know,” you stuttered. You knew who Kakashi was and the tragedy of your occupation. The two of you did not deserve anyone’s love, for once that you held the chance of breaking their heart. You looked away from his eyes to conceal the wavering of your emotions, “I never thought about life in that way. I don’t need a man in my life, that’s what I’d like to believe. I don’t want anyone to feel battered when I’m gone.”

“I hate it to see those I love cry and mourn, too,” he mumbled. You listened attentively as though it was yourself confessing to the dark. Kakashi continued, “I only live for a certain amount of time but I have been constantly filling it with despair and loneliness. There were things that I want to do and people that I want to love, but because of my fear of hurting them, I didn’t. But after the massive loss that I’ve experienced, everything was different, I understood how painful regret actually is.”

Tears began to well in your eyes the more his words dropped. You balled your fists, blinking profusely to prevent the warm droplets from escaping. Kakashi noticed your quiet sobs, running his fingers over your trembling hands, loosening your grip, and interlacing your fingers with his. You released a heavy sigh and pulled both your hands back, wiping away your tears as quickly as when they fell and dampened the fabric of your jeans.

“You’re not at the bottom of agony when you lose someone important,” Kakashi breathed, “it’s when you feel empty after they’ve left and mourning on what you could’ve done when they were still with you.”

Your sobs eventually assuaged as you chewed on his words. The silver-haired distracted himself by stirring the liquid of his drink, but he was in no state to enjoy its taste. He already said everything he wanted to say, and the decision was now fully on your shoulders. But by your lack of response, he was sure that you did not see your relationship taking another form—the way that he wished. He abruptly stood up from his seat, fleeting on his feet, “Let’s forget about what’s happened. I mean I still respect you as my teammate, Y/N. Don’t forget our meeting tomorrow.”

“No-no, Kakashi-senpai, wait,” you moved, hastily shoving your hands in his direction, gripping his wrist like a vice. You hung your head low to avoid his investigating gaze as you spoke, “I do.”

His gears in his head turned, and Kakashi smiled with satisfaction, “You do what?”

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest, so fast that you felt its rapid pumps in your throat. You stuttered out, voice growing quieter the more you expressed, “I-I want to go out with you, senpai—”

“Drop the ‘senpai’ already,” he playfully hissed and you grinned, certain that you just made the best choice of your life. Kakashi leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder blade, snuggling his face into your neck, “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for letting me love you.”

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That Gaara one you did was amazing 🥰 could you do another one with him where he gets a little jealous/protective of you while you guys are out?

y’all are gonna make me start simping for gaara pretty soon, i’m enjoying writing for him way more than i expected 😭 lol anyway tysm i hope you like it!!

~ Jealousy ~

(Gaara x reader) // 800 words

The sun beat down over Sunagakure relentlessly, the waves of hot air visible in distance over the sand.

He knew you looked good today, he thought you always did. But the way the loose fabric of your clothes fell over your body and attracted the gaze of strangers who’s eyes lingered just a little too long you made it clear that everyone else thought so too.

Normally things like that didn’t bother him, he knew you were beautiful. Who was he to deny the pleasure of viewing such beauty to anyone? But today, the way their eyes ran hungrily over your exposed skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the desert heat — it uncovered an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy within him.

You walked a few steps ahead of him in the market, checking the stalls curiously and turning every once in a while excitedly to show him something you’d found. You looked so happy and he couldn’t help but let his heart fill at the sight, almost forgetting the envious burn in his chest. But just then, two men around your age approached the stall you were investigating and stood on either side of you, one of them even daring to wrap his arm around your waist, reigniting a fire in Gaara.

You cringed away in disgust from the stranger’s tough but the men kept crowding you and speaking flirtatiously, seemingly undeterred by your clear disinterest. “Oh c’mon honey, we’re just trying to get to know you,” one of them crooned.

“She doesn’t have any interest in getting to know you.”

Your head whipped around and relief flooded your features as you realized your boyfriend had closed the distance between you and was now glowering at the strangers. The enmity in his usually soft voice surprised you though. How he was standing in front of the two men wearing a look that could kill, much resembling the person he’d been before opening himself to love. It surprised him too.

The men’s jaws dropped as they realized who was standing in front of them and he found the next words falling from his mouth without his permission, “Do you really think it’s a smart idea to bother the Kazekage’s partner in front of him?” He said it calmly but there was a clear threat in his words, his eyes dark.

“Uh n-no, no Lord Gaara of course not!” they bumbled nervously.

“It wasn’t what it looked like I swear.”

Gaara glared at the one who tried to excuse their behaviour, of course it was the bastard who had his arm around you.

“Oh really?” he questioned, disbelief lacing his tone as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him to prove a point, “because it looked to me like you were bothering someone who was clearly not interested.”

The two fools started stuttering uselessly again but he cut them off. “Get out of here. If I see you near us again it won’t end well for you.”

With that, they nodded frantically, “Yes lord Gaara.”, “Of course Lord Kazekage.” and scampered away before he could change his mind about letting them off this time.

The threat neutralized he let the tension relax from his body. You looked up at him, confused but admittedly a little impressed by the way he had used his position to scare those men away from you. It wasn’t like him to get possessive like this, but a part of you was very much enjoying it.

He noticed the curious smile that lifted the corners of your mouth as you gazed at him lovingly and a blush rose to his pale cheeks, realizing how he’d just reacted.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he apologized with an embarrassed grin, “I just couldn’t stand the way those men were looking at you. It took everything in me to let them go just now.”

You just giggled, “oh I don’t mind, I think it’s sweet when your remind people I’m yours... Lord Kazekage,” you finished with a wink.

His blush deepened and he took your hand, starting to drag you back towards your shared home before whispering in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Then let me take you home and remind you personally.”

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GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day5

Prompt: Inverse Trope (Opposites Attract)

Splitting headache, throw up barely washed out of his crocs, and in the heart of a double shift; Gaara was ready to regret every second of schooling that allowed him to practice medicine.

His rounds had been chaos ever since night fell over the Emergency Room of Nara Medical Hospital. During the evening, it was manageable; a couple kids with a break here and a sprain there, a few middle-aged guys that got a little too cocky with the power tools, an unknown allergic reaction had been the highlight of the shift before. After his return from lunch, however, it had all started to go downhill.

He'd always heard stories of ER’s being overrun with abnormal admissions during nights of a full moon, or even patient wards being unusually active, though he was typically one to dismiss them. Gaara wasn’t a man of superstition, he favored practicality and reason, but this night was testing him. He’d even heard of a commotion in the parking lot near the ambulance bay but hadn’t made it anywhere close enough to the doors to check. As the night progressed, they received a few minor car accident patients, the leftover fray of a barfight brought in by police, the last college girl to drink too much made it known all over his feet, and he still had five hours left.

Beyond ready for the end of his shift, he was tempted to say so when the on-staff doctor called him over to the triage desk. Shikamaru was fresh out of a four-year residency and had been hired on by his family’s hospital as a general practitioner. He was on duty in the ER this evening and, when Gaara responded to his call, he was looking over various charts and discussing something with the triage nurse while talking on the phone. Glancing over, Shikamaru nodded to Gaara and tried to finish up his phone call as quickly as possible.

Resting an elbow on the desk, Gaara looked outside the ER doors for the first time in hours; there looked to be some people gathered to the side, maybe there had been a commotion in the parking lot earlier, and a few distinct flashes illuminated toward the ambulance bay. He craned his neck trying to get a better view, was someone using a camera?

“Thanks for responding,” Shikamaru said breathlessly, pulling his attention. “I have to get scrubbed and assist in the last trauma to come in, I need you to take this patient.” He handed off a clipboard and pointed over to the occupied beds. The phone at the triage desk rang again and the nurse answered as Shikamaru continued. “Sounds like another fight, they might need stitches.” The nurse tapped the phone on his arm, intending to hand it to him. He took the phone and held it to his chest with an apologetic glance back at his RN. “You got that, right?”

Gaara nodded and Shikamaru turned to address the latest call to come in, expressing his haste just as much over the phone as well. It was going to be a long night.

Setting off across the unit, he weaved through fellow nurses pacing about, dodged a gurney that busted through a set of double doors, all the while glancing down at the notes on the clipboard. The patient; a recent admission with a blank name slot – odd, was in bed 22 and given how hectic his night had been, Gaara figured the injuries were serious if they were waiting for Shikamaru. Stopping by the wash station, he scrubbed his hands and threw on a fresh pair of gloves before heading over to the patient’s bed.

The curtains were drawn and, as he approached, he could hear a woman’s voice muffled behind the thin linin. “You could have gotten this taken care of already, but you didn’t want to. So, here we are.” She sounded disgruntled and he was sure he had another pissed off girlfriend after a street fight turned out poorly for her man.

Taking a deep breath, he readied his bedside manner, before pulling back the curtain.

He was anticipating the smell of alcohol, maybe a man sitting on the bed with a few dirty cuts or clutching an icepack to a swollen eye socket. He wasn’t expecting a woman hunched over the side of the bed with a messy head of pink hair pulled back in a high ponytail, a headband keeping the strays out of her face. Her skin was flushed and she looked a little dirty, maybe sweaty, and she wore just a plain sports bra and a pair of grey sweatpants. Instantly upon taking in her appearance he had noticed the toned ribbons of muscle that stretched down her arms, how defined her shoulders were against the curve of her neck. When she looked over to him as the curtain swished aside, her green eyes bright under the fluorescents, his throat went dry and his greeting died on his tongue.

She stared at him for a moment and he froze as she did. Her face was red and blotchy, she had an icepack held to her right cheek – her hands wrapped with craps of dirty athletic tape, and he could see now that she wasn’t covered in dirt; she was covered in bruises.

“Um, hello?” she asked quizzically, lowering her icepack and letting the bloody gash along her cheek finally come into view.

“Who the hell are you?” asked the woman standing to the side of the bed.

Gaara looked over and saw an older blonde woman staring him down as well, she had a phone in one hand and the other was on her hip, looking impatient and perplexed. “Oh, um, my apologies,” he stammered as he stepped closer to the woman on the bed. “My name is Gaara, can you tell me about what brings you in tonight?”

“Well, he’s bright,” the blonde woman sneered to herself, displeasure ringing clearly in her voice, before asking, “Where’s Doctor Nara?”

Gaara glanced back to her as his patient turned her cheek and presented her injury to him, well…the worst of them at least. “Doctor Nara is on an important call,” he explained.

The woman scoffed, already dialing some number into her phone. “What��s the point of even bringing her here when we can’t see him?” She held the phone up to her ear, grabbed her purse and placed a hand on his patient’s shoulder. “I’ll sort this out and find you something to drink, be right back.”

She left the bedside and the linen curtains swished closed behind her, leaving Gaara cut off from the rest of the ER and alone with his patient. The atmosphere suddenly felt heavy. He’d seen people come in as beat up as she was before, worse even, but she sat with such a languid posture, so aloof to the chaos around her, it was like she was completely unbothered.

“What’s your name?” he asked, taking a cotton swab from the small utilities cart and soaking it in alcohol.

She squinted at him as she glanced over, but didn’t turn her head as not to interrupt him. He began dabbing the dried blood from under her eye and where it had dripped down her cheek. “You don’t know?”

“Somehow, your mom filled out your paperwork without a name.” He pulled back the alcohol swab when she cracked a smile and laughed.

Such a pretty smile for such a bloody face, his heart started to thump in his chest. He supposed his other patients hadn’t been quite like her though; she was calm, alert, she wasn’t even flinching when he dabbed the dried blood away from a tender bruise forming around her right browbone.

“Figures,” she sighed, that faint smile still present, and introduced herself. “Sakura Haruno, and she’s not my mom; she’s my agent.”

Throwing out the used cotton, Gaara grabbed another and continued cleaning the area around her wound. “Your agent?”

“Yeah, she knows the Nara’s and took me here to keep a low profile from the media. I’m a professional MMA fighter,” she explained casually, smirking a little when Gaara’s eyes widened.

“So, all this…” he said, alluding to her current disheveled state.

Sakura nodded, grinning. “Just another day on the job,” she bolstered with a click of her tongue. “I just finished my regionals tour with another victory, too. You should have seen my opponent tonight.”

“This isn’t an assault, then?” he asked just to clarify.

She shook her head and dismissed the notion entirely.

Using all of his professionalism to keep it hidden, Gaara felt a heavy wave of relief; he always appreciated knowing he didn’t have to make a good-will phone call to the police. “I think she’ll be disappointed to see you may have drawn a crowd either way.” Sakura snickered; he wondered if she was used to the attention. “Did your agent say something about letting this go untreated?” Gaara continued.

Sakura nodded, scooting back on the bed a little. She dangled her legs off the side, bouncing her heels against the frame, and waited for him to follow the step toward her; watching him all the while. He paused, looking down when he repositioned his feet, and he became very conscious of the defined silhouette of her thigh when she nonchalantly knocked her knee against him, playing it off as an accident. He swallowed as he proceeded with cleaning the wound and the surrounding area of her Zygomatic region, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t showered in two days and he was 8 hours in to his third double shift that week. Hadn’t someone thrown up on him earlier?

“I didn’t want to wait around for the other girls to get treated,” she explained. “First come, first served, and when you’re the winner; everyone wants to take your picture and get a post-fight interview. Plus,” she said, absentmindedly wetting her lips. She looked him up and down and he was sure he was sweating now. “I love my job for the sport, not the press, so I don’t like to stick around for picture time after fights.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back to welcome some air between them. “How’d you get the laceration?”

Her eyes bore into his and he pondered if he’d ever found a woman in such a state as beautiful as she was frightening before today. “You don’t get to my level by fighting pussies; I got kicked in face.”

God, Gaara thought as he looked down to the trash bin and threw away the used cotton swab. She could eat me alive. “You’ll need a suture,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t notice the slight waver in his voice as he returned to the medical cart and began opening drawers, looking for something that wouldn’t mar her face any further.

From behind him, Sakura lounged back on the stiff emergency room bed and drank him in; tall and lean, broad shoulders and dark red hair. She liked his voice catching a little, and he was cute when he was nervous, too, probably didn’t even notice that he’d been starting to blush. She grinned to herself, her tongue probing somewhere on the inside of mouth, the dull taste of iron, and her next words were smooth and quiet between them. “You gonna stitch me up, Doc?”

Gaara nearly dropped the packet of butterfly sutures when he heard her voice drop. Steadying his hands, he was thankful he didn’t need any needlework for this one, and returned a sheepish, “Sorry,” as he turned around. “I’m just your nurse.”

He froze in place once he fully faced her, jaw locked shut, sure that his eyes had gone wide.

Leaned back as she was, he could see the toned plane of her stomach give way to the soft curve of her breast, see the fabric of her sweatpants pull against the shapely muscles of her thighs as her knees swayed back and forth. Sakura popped her tongue and the sound punctuated an anxious sweat precipitating at the back of his neck.

Like she didn’t even feel the cut on her cheek, Sakura let a sly smirk pull at her features and, with that same low and raspy voice, said, “Even better.”

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