Gaara x Reader One Shots

Angel With A Shotgun (Gaara x Reader)

Requested by Gaara_Of_The_Desert3

I peeked over the clouds, watching the two depressed teens walk into their rundown home. "Guys!" I called. I came down from the clouds and stood in front of them. "Hi (Y/n)." Kankuro said. He sounded like he didn't get much sleep, then again, none of them have after Gaara's death. "Are you going to war?" I looked at Temari and sighed. "Sadly, yes." Temari wiped her watery eyes and asked another question. "Have you seen him yet?" My heart shattered. Usually, when someone dies you see them again as an angel, unless they choose the other path. "No, I haven't." Temari broke down and fell to her knees. "Why would he do this? Why would he join the other side!" Her words were constantly cut off by desperate sobs. "I don't know Temari, maybe something happened to him when he was down here." I helped her up and wiped her tears. "It's okay, I'll help him." Temari smiled at my statement. "Thank you (Y/n)." They said in unison. I felt my eyes watering as I said my goodbyes and flew back into the clouds.

It has been about two days since that touching moment, and twelve since Gaaras' death. I never stopped looking for him, until now.
We were all ordered to go to war with the demons, a common thing, and us angels got to choose our weapon. Mine, of course, was a shotgun. I marched to my designated area and loaded my gun. Memories of Gaara and I before our deaths seemed to find their way in my mind. I shrugged them off and waited for the first sight of the demons. "I see them!" Someone cried. I aimed my gun at the first one I saw and blasted its' head. I smirked slightly and continued on through the crowd of demons.
"(Y/n)!" I heard my name and turned around to see the one I loved, the one I've been searching for, a man with black wings and horns.

Gaara.

~•~

"(Y/n) is going to be fine, hopefully." I patted my brothers' back while he sighed. "What about Gaara? What if he actually went to the other side?" Kankuro said. I sucked in some air and bit my lip. "Don't you think that us humans shouldn't be worrying about what goes on after death?" Those words seemed to burn multiple holes in my throat and eyes. I've been longing to say them, but I have never mustered up enough courage to. Kankuro stared into my eyes, as if looking for anything other than sadness and depression. "I think about that sometimes." Kankuro replied. He broke his gaze and fixed his ruffled hair. "But then I realize that this is a privilege. Not everyone has an angel that visits them." Kankuro got up from the dining room table and walked off to his room, leaving me in shock. I've never known how to handle stuff like this, nor did I know what goes on after death, but Kankuro was right. We have gotten the privilege to see if Gaara was at peace, even if we didn't deserve it. Deep down inside, I wish that Gaara was an angel. I wish that he was with (Y/n), but some wishes don't come true.

•~•

My heart shattered. Seeing Gaara the way he is made me want to throw myself to the ground and cry. I couldn't make up my mind, was I sad, was I angry? I dropped my shotgun, and Gaara dropped his ax. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks, trailing down to my chin. I looked into Gaara's cold, black, and emotionless eyes. I can't stand it anymore. I ran towards him -ignoring the generals' orders to stay back- and wrapped my arms around him. Gaara's freezing skin became warmer from my touch. "Gaara..." I felt him wrap his arms around me. "I missed you (Y/n)." I looked into Gaara's eyes, they were now their usual sea foam green. My tears stopped running down as I saw his black wings turn white.

I can't believe it.

Short, but hey, I don't have all the time in the world