Hey, could you do a Gaara fic where his lover was supposed to go on a mission and he didn’t want to send her on it coz it’s to dangerous and they get into a fight about it until he snaps and tells her “just go, I don’t care what happens to you.”
Few days later he finds out the mission was completed to successfully but his lover was seriously injured ( on the brink of death) and while he’s waiting for her to recover from her coma and injuries the guilt consumes him so badly he breaks down .
Have a lovely day / night 😊
Here you go, nonnie. It's angst hour and I'm here to collect your tears. (With love, of course)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Serious injuries including stab wounds and broken bones, hospital setting, general angst/sadness, no happy ending.
A/N: 😭
Tag List: @anchy-bananchy @justmyownreality @mrsbakashi (please let me know if you wish to be included in future tags)
Come Back To Me
“Gaara, you’re being ridiculous.”
He glared at you from behind his desk, but you refused to be intimidated. “You and I both know I’m the best person suited for this mission,” you said. “Why are you refusing to put me on it?”
“It’s too dangerous,” Gaara replied, folding his arms.
“So what?” you said. “I’m a ninja. Taking on dangerous missions is my job.”
“Not this one,” Gaara replied. “Intel we’ve already gathered on these rogue ninja says that their main goal at the moment is to get rid of me. As such, they have a great deal of information about me.” His eyes softened a fraction. “Including the person I intend to marry. If I were to send you in there, they would try to capture you to use as bait to lure me in. I don’t want to risk you falling into their hands.”
“Gaara,” you tried to reason. “The whole world knows who I am and what we are to each other now. I take that same risk when I go on any mission.”
Gaara’s eyes narrowed. “I’m aware of that.”
“Then why are you insisting on keeping me here?” you asked. “If you send someone else, it’ll take twice as long and potentially cost more lives. I have to be the one, Gaara. Please, let me do my job. Let me go.”
Gaara’s lips thinned, and you thought he was going to keep arguing. But he just said, “Fine,” as he picked up a pen and began signing the paperwork he’d been working on when you came in.
You blinked. “Really?”
He gave a single sharp nod. “Just go. I don’t care what happens to you if you don’t.”
Your heart stilled. “You don’t mean that.”
He glanced up, his lips silent but his hard gaze saying everything.
Your temper rose. “Fine,” you snapped. “I’ll be sure to report in when I successfully complete this mission, Lord Kazekage.”
With that, you left his office, slamming the door behind you.
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Gaara’s anger with you had melted away after the first day, replaced with remorse for how he’d spoken to you. He sat in his office day and night, watching the sun cross the sky over and over without a trace of you. By the end of the fourth day, he started to worry. Once a week went by, he started to panic, wondering if his fears had come true. But with you deep in enemy territory, there was no way for him to check.
Finally, on the ninth day, someone knocked on his door as he struggled to concentrate on the report he was reading. “Enter,” he said.
Mikoshi, one of the other ninjas assigned to the mission, opened the door. He looked like hell, blood splattered on much of his torn clothing and his hair matted to his head.
Gaara struggled to maintain his composure. “Welcome back,” he said.
“Thank you, Lord Kazekage,” Mikoshi said with a bow. “We successfully took out the rogue ninjas and destroyed their base of operations.”
“Well done,” Gaara said. He looked behind Mikoshi. “But y/n was leading this mission. Why is she not the one giving the report? For that matter, where is the rest of your team?”
Mikoshi lowered his head. Gaara felt the breath leave his chest.
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He couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. The mere seconds it took to teleport there with his sand stretched on to infinity.
The nurse at the front desk looked up as he entered. From the expression on her face, she had been expecting him. “Lord Kazekage,” she said with a short bow. “She’s in Room 298. Turn right when you get out of the elevator on the second floor and go all the way to the end.”
“Thank you,” he said as he sped past.
He nearly broke the elevator’s button panel as he impatiently waited for it to ascend. As soon as the doors opened, he hurried down the hallway. He didn’t need to check the room numbers though, as two ANBU were already stationed outside of your room. They silently bowed as Gaara approached.
When he stepped through the door, he was greeted by the sight of you lying unconscious in the bed. A variety of tubes ran from your body to various machines, so many Gaara couldn’t count. The skin that wasn’t covered by a hospital gown or tubes was horribly discolored, bruises and cuts everywhere. Your hands were covered in splints and bandages. Your beautiful hair that Gaara had spent so many nights running fingers through was ragged and matted.
The words my fault rang out in his mind.
A doctor was writing down something on a chart when Gaara walked in. “Lord Kazekage,” she said, bowing to him.
“How is she?” Gaara asked, cautiously stepping closer to your prone form.
The doctor sighed. “Not well, I’m afraid,” she said. “We have her stabilized, but she’s not out of the woods yet.”
“What are her injuries?”
The doctor glanced at her chart. “Do you want the abridged version or the full list?”
Gaara fought to keep his composure. “Don’t sugarcoat it. I want to know.”
The doctor then went through the full list of everything you’d been subjected to, ranging from a stab wound to the abdomen to having your fingers broken. With every item she listed off, Gaara felt more and more of his soul draining from his body. When the doctor finished, she looked him in the eye. “Even if she wakes up, with the injuries she’s sustained, she will most likely have to retire as a ninja. I’ve been a doctor for nearly fifteen years now, and I’ve never seen a case this bad before.”
My fault…
Gaara shut her eyes. “If that’s the price, then we can both live with that. Just please…bring her back.”
The doctor’s eyes grew sad. “We are doing everything we can for her,” she said. “But I can’t promise anything beyond that. We just have to wait and see if she comes back.”
“I understand,” Gaara said. He took a deep breath. “Am I able to stay with her?”
The doctor nodded. “Stay as long as you want, Lord Kazekage,” she said. “If you need anything, just let someone at the nurse’s station know.” She stepped to the door, then paused. “There’s a lot of evidence that people in comas can still hear what’s going on around them,” she said. “Try talking to her. She just might hear you.”
“Thank you,” Gaara said.
The doctor nodded and vanished.
Gaara pulled a plastic chair around to your right side and sat down. He carefully picked up your hand, mindful of the IV on the back, and stroked your palm. “Y/n, it’s me,” he said softly. “I’m here, and I’m so sorry. What I said before you left…I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, y/n.”
My fault…my fault…my fault…
“I love you so much,” he continued. “I can’t lose you, y/n. If I did, I don’t know how I’d be able to go on. Please, come back to me.” No longer able to contain his sobs, Gaara laid his head on the sheet by your hand, tears streaming down his face as he continued to plead for you to return.
But the only response was the beeping of the monitor.
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what is a size kink
All right we're just going straight under the cut for this edition of Sex Ed With Nightingale.
MINORS DNI/NOT SFW
(And enjoy the bonus Gaara/Aki scene~)
A size kink means Character A is turned on or aroused by how big/small Character B is, or a feature of Character B is. It's frequently used to in conjunction with dick size, but it can also refer to height, weight, muscle mass, etc. Generally, the characters given size kinks tend to be written in a submissive role and are attracted to their partner being bigger, but obviously they don't have to be.
In stories, size kink can be expressed by:
Character A noticing how tall Character B is, and wanting to be dominated/stepped on.
Character A seeing how big Character B's dick is, and wanting to feel said dick inside them/commenting on how big it is.
Character A feeling how lean Character B's build is compared to their own muscular one and wanting to take care of them/fuck them.
And so on and so forth.
Like last time, here's a real quick, down and dirty, not at all edited example. I'm using Gaara and my OC Aki this time because it's my blog and I want my babies to get laid. <3
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Gaara had always known that Aki was bigger than him. That had been a fact of life ever since they were children.
But now, laying beneath her as she straddled his waist, he really noticed.
While his feet were a few inches away from the edge of the bed, hers were right up against it despite being bent at the knees. If she were to lean down and press her bare chest against his, her head would probably go past his.
But her height wasn't the only size difference between them. She also had muscles that Gaara could never dream of. Her broad shoulders and strong arms rippled as she balanced herself with the headboard. Her sculpted stomach flexed as she pulled herself up. And Gaara's favorite, her powerful thighs, squeezed his hips as she slid back down.
Having a goddess such as her on top of him made him feel powerless. But, as she looked down at him with hungry green eyes, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way.
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I hope that helps you, little nonnie! Feel free to bring me any other questions you may have and I'll do my best to assist. <3
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