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[shukakv-a]

     The beast grumbles when golden eyes catch sight of the Kazekage, a rumble that still echoed about the small corner of desert Shukaku had made its own. Shukaku’s temple (an homage to the Sage, as it recalled, rather to itself) still lay in ruins, but pieces of it appear new as if someone had begun bringing it to its former glory.

     “Can’t get enough of me, eh, Gaara?” the One-Tail growls out, enunciating each syllable of its former host’s name. Enormous head leans downward until they’re near eye to eye, its mass held steady with fists pressed into the sand and elbows bent to allow for such range of motion.

     “What do you want?”

// @sandtied

[whiiskerisms]

kisses him every two minutes, per request

HAVING  FELT  SPOILED   by the grace of kisses , the blond simply   leans  into   the assault of lips that lap themselves against his tiers. unsure why they even   THOUGHT   to bring themselves into kissing , he wasn’t really gonna complain about it. casually takes hold under the kage’s chin   &   pulls gaara right in for a kiss of his very own.    ❛   hope this won’t make ya stop , ‘ttebayo.   ❜

[thirdstartokonoha]

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@sandtied replied to your post “Dad.”

imagine: gai trying to hug gaara and the sand blocks him

JUST LET DAD GIVE YOU A HUG AND KISS BEFORE YOU GO TO KAZEKAGE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

[iprcdigy]

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it’d been a while since he’d seen the kazekage. shikadai mentioned his two uncles would be visiting so he wouldn’t be able to stay overnight this week. it had the boy reminiscing on that day --- a soul close to his father’s yet different. the battle with the two gods, witnessing the younger eating the elder as a chakra pill --- grotesque in boruto’s eyes that he couldn’t just unsee it. did his father really battle people like that once?

and beat them? worried, sky blue colored eyes traveled to his right hand just staring at the wrapped center of his palm. the diamond stagnant. just what did this thing do anyway? was it good? was it bad? he’d told no one after the battle that he’d seen momoshiki’s spirit --- that’d he heard his fate foretold by the god. it still sent chills through his being. 

but this wasn’t a time to mope about things! he wanted to see the kazekage today --- he wanted to know just what it was about his old man that made him who he was today. what had his father done to change others around him? remembering that gaara had some kind of past with his father made him curious. the uzumaki took off at a small trot towards the nara household. 

          so many questions and so little time...

( what do i ask him when i meet him? he’s kind of a quiet guy and i don’t think his son likes me all that much either, ‘ttebasa...that kid’s weird... )

[lunarheld]

                     ❛    are y-you sure you don’t mind . . . ?    ❜

              he’d been withdrawn for months,      seemingly indifferent to her presence.     &  despite the length of time she’d been in suna,    his voice was foreign to her.  leather bound book fell shut in her lap,     pearl orbs moving from his form to the small window of the library.    with the night fall,   the heat was far more docile --- 

                                       ❛    wouldn’t you prefer to walk alone ?   i ---  don’t want to bother you,     ❜

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[shukakv-a]

please be kind to her.

     “Whose the real jerk here, huh?! Didn’t even tell ‘er my name... I’m offended, Gaara.”

// @sandtied

[whiiskerisms]

kisses him on the roof or some romantic shit

                  romantic n’ shit is all too true    &    them kisses taste like lemon lime.