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Gaara x Fem Reader- What the....

Requested by Tigzy435

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You blinked, staring blankly at the scene in front of you, head tilted in confusion as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on, half expectying the scene to disolve into nothing like the ilusion you thought it was. But, nope. No such luck. It was still there when your eyes opened again, nothing having changed in the scene. Still as confusing as hell. So it wasn't a trick of light. It still ca't be real...

Hm. Perhaps...

You turned and stared at Temari who was standing beside you, your face contemplative as you considered carefully as to whether or not this was a dream and if doing that would dispel it. She raised an eyebrow slightly at your expression, face torn between confusion and amusement at it all. You shrugged, deciding that it wouldn't make much of a difference and may as well try it. So you punched her on the arm. Hard. She let out a grunt of surprise and pain at the sudden thing, gripping the area you had punched with one hand as she narrowed her eyes at you, irritation clear. Well, clear to anyone but you as you simply ignored it, staring at your hand as you flexed your fingers, face thoughtful as you deliberated about it. She voiced, tone annoyed:

"What did you punch me for?"

You blinked and glanced at her, before returning your gaze to the scene before you, simply stating:

"I was checking to see if it was a dream or not."

She "ahh"-ed and glanced at it as well, both of you thinking the question that remained unvoiced until Kankuro, your dearest brother-in-law, came into the room, loudly expressing it out loud for you all:

"Oh hey- What the hell?!"

Confused? Well of course you are. Everyone is. After all, who wouldn't be confused if they walked into a room and found their lover sitting calmly at their desk whilst a horde of rabid females and males were being restrained by a group of tired and appalled ANBU, who were struggling as they fought desperately to seemingly mug or molest the Kazekage?

No?

Exactly. So, surprise was natural. As was the slight dismay you felt as you slipped past the swarm of fanatic people fighting to maul someone, quietly coming to stand beside Gaara and asking quietly:

"What the hell is going on?"

He looked at you, slight relief showing in his eyes as he responded:

"The elders let slip that it was time for me to get married."

Your eyes widened, realisation beggining to hit as you looked at the mass with barely hidden disdain at the fact that they were trying to vie for your lovers marriage, attempting to restrain your killing intent as you waited for the response. After all, you musn't jump to conclusions. It may be something else and you can only kill them if you have firm truth. There might not be a need to shed their blood-

"This is the.... group of hopeful suitors that caught wind of this fact."

Right. Scratch that. They were going to die. You were going to slaughter them all- ensuring that their death is very slow and painful to make them pay for this stupidity. Your relationship was hardly secret, yet they had the audacity to try and claim they could court him? What the hell? Your patience grew thinner and thinner, close to snapping like a taut piece of wire being stretched and stretched, pressure being applied to it until it just breaks, pieces flying in different directions like a weapon, a danger to those who broke it.

Like you did when you heard a cry of:

"Gaara-sama~! Leave that cow and marry me! I'm so much better!"

...Are they fucking kidding? What the hell? Oh, cow huh? They want to play dirty? Well then, two can play at that game. Gaara had sensed the anger practically leaking off of you, so he was not overly surprised when you grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss, completely ignoring the audience who froze, gaping at the pair of you. You smirked into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you, before melting into bliss as your eyes slid shut, your lips melding together in a blend perfection and passion. After a long time you finally parted for breath, glancing around the room in amusement at the silence that had spread and the variety of expressions that were displayed across them all. They were all there, watching the pair of you.

But you didn't care. For Gaara was yours and you were his.

And nothing could change that.

....Plus, if they had a hobby for voyeurism, you could hardly complain about it, could you?

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Haha. This was my failed attempt to write humour. I'm pretty proud of it, but that's me. And I have an odd humour.

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