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Chapter Six- Warmth

Heh heh, chapter six of Just Skating By, babey!!!  Link in the notes :)

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*does the worm*

Oh, hey! Just here to shamefully promote my chapter fic on ao3! GaaLee (as usual.) It’s a completed fic and updates every Saturday! It’s about Skater!Lee meeting social worker Gaara. I know, very oddly specific. Anywho! Gonna put the link in the tags! Thank you for your time, have the best possible day ever. Ily.

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Just Skating By-Chapter Four

Chapter four- Fatherhood is now out! Yay!!

Link in the notes!

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Just Skating By chapter 5!

Link in notes :)

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Hey, peepers, I haven’t talked about this much, but I write fanfiction! All of it but one (1) fic is GaaLee chnsns but check it out if you want! Please also let me know if you write so I can read it and support you!! 💖💖💖

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(reposted this because it wouldn’t let me add a cut the first time

Prompt from @toonshillex​

Hello you beautiful person!  Thank you so much for this prompt!  I did my best to not make it too sad, but oof it’s all I could think of!

For your compliment, I think that you are genuinely one of the kindest and most sincere people I have had the pleasure of interacting with on the internet!   I was so jazzed when you commented on my fic the first time, then you kept doing it!!!  I’ve been thinking of ideas to write a fic for you for the longest time, so I’m glad you sent in a prompt.  Please know that I am here for you if you ever need anything! <3

This will also be posted on my AO3 account under this same username if anyone is interested in checking that out, I have lots of fics posted :)

Lee laid in bed staring at the ceiling. His shiny black hair clung to his forehead, the suffocating Suna heat surrounding him. He wanted to get up and open a window. He wanted to wipe the sweat off his brow, keep it from trickling into his eyes. But he couldn’t do any of that. Lee had been paralyzed.

It’s not that he wasn’t an excellent shinobi.  He was one of the best, his strength and ability so trusted that he had been allowed dual citizenship when he had married Gaara, the Kazekage.  Not only did it look good for the Kazekage to marry such a capable shinobi from a village they were currently at peace with, but it was also very useful for missions that required adept taijutsu users, which Suna lacked.

It was during one of said missions when Lee had become paralyzed.  It was dark and raining with enemy shinobi closing in on him.  They had captured children from multiple villages, hoping to use them as a sick way to earn money.  Lee had volunteered to go on the mission, having a soft spot for kids, but everything had gone wrong.  Lee had torn open the fourth gate and was about to open a fifth, when he was barraged with multiple attacks. Three kunai slammed into his spinal cord, quickly followed by tight metallic ropes that wound their way around Lee, further pressing them into his back and damaging the tangle of nerves that controlled his precise and strong muscles.  Lee groaned in pain, but soon felt a flurry of tingles run down his spine until he felt nothing at all.  He attempted to jump off the branch he was currently standing on to get away, but his muscles wouldn’t move.  He tumbled to the ground, limbs flailing uselessly until they connected with the wet forest floor. As he began to fade from consciousness, he saw more shinobi arrive to the scene, taking the enemies out and grabbing the kids.  Just as one jumped to stand next to him, his vision slipped to black.

Luckily, an extra team was dispatched from a nearby village when they had gotten wind that the enemy group contained more than they had initially thought.  Lee’s life had been saved, thanks to the power of the gates coursing through his body.  Had the extra energy and power not been there, the kunai would have completely pushed through his spine, killing him instantly.  Although, Lee might have preferred that seeing that he no longer had control or feeling in his body besides his neck and head.  There was only one reason he was happy to still be alive; Gaara.

Lee used to live to become a strong shinobi, to prove he could be one of the best even if he couldn’t do ninjutsu or genjutsu.  But now that he had accomplished that, he lived for Gaara.  This is why he currently laid in the hospital bed, putting all of his effort into moving.  All he wanted was the twitch of a finger, the slight movement of his knee, just some sign that he would be able to hold the man that he loved in his arms once again.  Some proof that he wouldn’t be a burden on him for the rest of his life.  He knew Gaara would insist that he wasn’t and would do his best to care for him, but Lee didn’t want to have to depend on Gaara for everything.  He wanted to be able to protect him, to rub his back when he had nightmares, to kiss him after a long day of meetings.  But right now, Lee couldn’t do any of that and didn’t know if he would ever be able to.

Overwhelmed with frustration and the anxiety of his current situation, he began to cry.  The tears leaked down the sides of his faces, pooling in his ears and spilling over onto the coarse, white hospital bed sheet below him.  He wanted to wipe them away, to put on a strong face and keep trying, but he couldn’t even do that.

After a few moments of mourning the loss of the life he once knew, there was a gentle knock at the door.  Gaara walked in, short legs carrying him quickly to Lee’s bedside.

“Lee, great news, Tsunade will be here within a week to see if anything can be- oh, Lee, what’s wrong?”  Gaara asked, kneeling next to Lee and grabbing his hand.  Lee shifted his neck uncomfortably, looking at Gaara.  Noticing that he was holding his hand, he began to cry harder.

“I cannot feel your hand,” he choked, words coming out in sobs, “I don’t want to forget what it feels like to hold you, but I do not know if I will ever have the chance again.”

Gaara’s visage transformed from one of hope to one of deep pain.  He moved his hand from Lee’s and trailed it up his arm, to his neck, to his cheek.  Lee shuddered as his finger moved from the numb area on his shoulder to the feeling part of his body.  The touch was almost overwhelming, a reminder that he could only feel it partially where Gaara had dragged his finger.  He slowly wiped the tears away from Lee’s face, rubbing his hands down the sides of his cheeks and his ears.  He gently laced his fingers back through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp knowing Lee could feel it there.

“Lee, please do not panic.  Tsunade will be here by next week.  She said that she can probably reverse the effects of the paralysis, though it will take a lot of time until you are back to the same level you were before.  But no matter what happens, I will still be with you.”

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Lee’s mouth.  Lee luckily still had control over this action, kissing him back gently as tears continued to fall.

“What can I do to help?”  Gaara asked, his face hovering over Lee’s,

“Um, can you stay here?  And maybe keep… scratching my head?”  Lee’s face flushed lightly, almost embarrassed by the request.  Gaara smiled at him gently before leaving to alert the nurses that they would be spending some time alone.  He kicked his shoes off, leaving them by the door before gently climbing into Lee’s bed.  He propped his body up and sat down behind him, gently resting Lee’s head into his lap.  He wiped away the remaining tears smeared on Lee’s face and brushed his hair off his forehead.  Relief filled Lee’s heart, the feeling of damp hair being pulled from his face as well as the comfort of laying in Gaara’s lap calming his racing mind.  Light fingernails scratched his head as Gaara’s fingernails moved through his hair.  He hummed gently, a song that his mother had sang to him when he was born and that Temari later got into the habit of doing.  He would listen to it, holed up in his room, nothing but the cold notes reaching him where the warmth and love of the gesture should have reached.  

Lee closed his eyes, relaxing into Gaara’s touch.  His head bobbed slightly as Gaara’s hands moved towards the back of his scalp, gently massaging as they went.  Finally feeling at ease, Lee’s eyes grew heavy, aching for sleep.  Gaara bent over Lee, kissing him lightly on the forehead, then pulled him up further onto his chest.  Once he was positioned comfortably on Gaara, he placed one arm behind his neck and the other around his front, gently cupping Lee’s cheek with his hand, making sure he could feel him there.  Lee did his best to focus on the things he could sense, the light touch of Gaara’s cool hands, the sound of his even breathing, and the smell of his musty cloak and shampoo.  In that moment, Lee knew that even if nothing changed, he would always have Gaara to hold him and reassure him.  In the meantime, he would do his best to support Gaara in any way that he could, even if it wasn’t physically.  A relationship was all about give and take, and Lee would do his best to give Gaara his all, no matter what that entailed.

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nejikank awkward first date ajsjsjdj

THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

To go along with the fic, I want to spread some love and let you know how much I appreciate you.  You are one of the most genuine and kind people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, both irl and online.  You are funny as hell, smart, and so so nice.  I love you so much!

If anyone else would like to help a brother out, please send me a ship and a sentence/scenario as a prompt and I will write something up for you!  I am okay with doing all ships as long as they are appropriate and familiar with them.  

I will also be posting this on my AO3 account if anyone is interested :)

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Kankuro took a sip of tea, swallowing louder than he meant to. He coughed lightly, drumming his hands on the wooden table. Neji sat across from him, sending daggers into his skull, his glare almost as dangerous as the Byakugan his eyes possessed.

“So, uh, you come here often?” Kankuro asked, clearing his throat.

“Why are you trying to use pickup lines on me? We’re already on a date,” Neji said, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

“No, I uh, I meant like, do you like this place? Since you picked it I was wondering if maybe… I don’t know. Forget I said anything.”  

“Done,” Neji quipped, picking up his tea cup and sniffing it. After deciding it wasn’t poisoned, he took a small sip. He hadn’t meant to go on a date with Kankuro. He would rather people think that he didn’t even know who Kankuro was. But he had tricked him into it.

The previous night, Kankuro found himself naked in Neji’s bed, not for the first time that week. This always happened when he visited from Suna. Neji would ignore him, then insult him when Kankuro tried to get his attention. Then an hour later, Neji would be pulling him into his room at the Hyuuga compound, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could while they made out. It was then that Kankuro had gotten his way.

“Neji, go on a date with me. A real one,” he had said, pushing Neji off of his lap.

“Ew, no, I would rather die. Now shut up and keep kissing me,” he answered, pulling Kankuro up by his collar. Kankuro grabbed his wrists in return, pinning them to Neji’s side.

“Go out on ONE date with me. Just one and I’ll never ask again. I don’t like sneaking around like this. At least give me a shot.”  He stared at Neji with puppy dog eyes, only adding to the innocent look his smeared face paint gave him.

“Ugh, fine okay? Fine. But I can guarantee that I’m not going to enjoy it and I’ll make sure you won’t either. Now make out with me or I will kick you out in front of the Hyuuga elders.”

Kankuro did just that, smiling having gotten his way for the first time. And that’s how he ended up sitting across from his “platonic makeout buddy” in a tea house, almost regretting asking him out in the first place.

“So… what’s your favorite color?” Kankuro asked, wiping a hand down his tired face.

“So we’re going to do this, huh? Well, fine. If you must know, it’s purple. Like your face paint.” Neji rubbed his temple, a headache beginning to form behind his eyes.

“Ha! So you DO like me!” Kankuro yelled, jumping up from the table.

“You know what? You ruined it, Kankuro. It’s brown now. Like mud,” Neji retorted, standing up and placing his hands on the table, “Can we leave please?”

Kankuro deflated, his face growing sad. At that, Neji softened a bit, sighing.

“Sorry. I know you’re trying. Can we just go for a walk or something? This place is getting crowded.”

Kankuro looked around at the almost empty teahouse. The only ones there besides them was a very tired looking shinobi and an old woman who had moved further away from them at their outburst.

“Sure, babe, anything for you,” Kankuro said, winking as he placed some money on the table. Neji sighed, rolling his eyes far into the back of his head. Even if he didn’t have the Byakugan, he would have been able to see his brain from the exaggerated gesture.

They strolled along outside silently, Kankuro’s hands shoved into his pockets. He began to whistle gently, but was quickly silenced by Neji’s glare.

“The stars are really pretty tonight,” Kankuro said, looking up into the sky, “almost as pretty as you.”

Neji grimaced, knocking himself into Kankuro’s side. They continued to walk, heading towards one of Konoha’s night markets. They remained silent, only interrupted when a group of kunoichi walked by.

“Ooh, aren’t you the Kazekage’s brother?!” one asked Kankuro, bouncing on her toes slightly.

“Of course he is, what a stupid question! Wow, you must be really strong to be a Kage’s personal guard!” the other said, batting her eyelashes at him

“Well, I don’t know about that, Gaara isn’t exactly what I’d call defenseless,” Kankuro chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

They continued to gush over Kankuro, Neji growing increasingly irritated as the second one continued to bat her eyes.

“You might want to get your eyes checked, it seems like you have something in them. And for your information, he farts in his sleep and also, he’s gay.” he snarled, grabbing Kankuro’s hand and lacing their fingers together. He pulled him away from the drooling girls, Kankuro stumbling as he did so.

“Uh, I’m not gay,” he muttered, blushing as he stared at their hands.

“Yeah, and I’m not wildly out of your league,” Neji scoffed.

“I’m glad you finally admit that,” Kankuro said, catching up with Neji’s quickened pace as he grinned. He grabbed Neji’s other hand as he stopped and rolled his eyes.

“You know I hate it when you do that. It makes it harder to see your gorgeous eyes.”

“I’m going to throw up.”

Kankuro laughed and leaned in to kiss Neji’s nose, making a loud smacking sound. He tried to glare at Kankuro again, but failed breaking into a smirk.

“Let’s go, pain in the ass.”  Kankuro tugged gently on Neji’s hand and slapped his butt,  expecting him to let go as soon as they started walking. To his surprised, Neji kept a tight grip on him, gently resting his head on his arm as they walked. Kankuro smiled down at him, glad that he had convinced him to go out with him, even if it had taken forever.

“Don’t call me babe ever again.” Neji said, breaking the tenderness of the situation.

“You got it, sugar lips,” Kankuro said, barking out a laugh. He kept a firm grip on Neji, worried that he would try and let go. But to his delight, all Neji did was sigh and shake his head. If Kankuro had been able to see his face, he would have seen that Neji was smiling.

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Peeps! I wrote an eleven chapter fic! (Because I don’t have a life)

Check it out if you’d like! Updates every Saturday :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19135570/chapters/45477937

Huge shoutout to my friend ManaBanana on ao3 for reading it in advance. Please please check out their stuff, it’s everything to me.

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