I was surfing the net for original reverse harem stories and stumbled across a whole genre of reverse harem books. I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES. Yes a WHOLE GENRE with a good 500+++ books of reverse harem. One girl multiple partners. I was sooooooooooooooo SHOCKED I always thought reverse harem was just a fanfiction thing or just a me thing. I got the free trial of kindle unlimited and practically devoured these books.

So my first book was: Trickery (Curse of the Gods Series 1) by Jaymin Eve and Jane Washington

Trickery was written a lot like fanfiction which gives me hope that I could possibly write my own reverse harem original story one day. I'll tell you all when I do :) I already have parts of it sitting in my brain, but I'm still not confident in my writing abilities. So here are some recommendations for you all!

Dragon's Gift: The Complete Trilogy: a Reverse Harem Fantasy by Jada Storm and May Sage

Pieces of her Soul: A Reverse Harem Fantasy (Soul Tenders Book 1) by Serena Lindahl

The Family Spells by C.M. Stunich

Four Psychos by Kristy Cunning

Stolen: Saving Setora Book 1 by Raven Dark and Petra J. Knox

Also the stories really gave me the inspiration boost and the confidence to write something smuttier so here you go! I'll be using raunchier words I normally avoid and making it more detailed and automatically dirtier (cough). So again, the rating was there for a reason. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED many times. MANY TIMES!

Chapter 10

Itachi smiled, feeling the corners of his lips turn up as he surveyed the spread on the table. This was not your everyday usual breakfast. This was the Uchiha breakfast. A small bowl of polished white rice; another full of miso soup, made with a specific blend of red and white miso built with a stock of mild oceanic kombu, smoky shavings of fermented skipjack tuna and dried shiitake mushrooms.

The soup was studded with tiny river clams that peek teasingly from the depths of clear broth under misty swirls of brown which colours the soup into a hazel with a dip of a spoon. It was paired with a piece of salted salmon, a little charred with its skin crisped and peeling slightly, the fat still spilling from the red flesh.

"Mmm." The sweet sound travels to his sensitive ears, enhanced by years of training and chakra. His eyes flicker towards the bedroom. Their bedroom. His smile widens, Harumi Uchiha was awake. He shunshins into the room, his fingers pulling the curtains open slowly. Light streams, reaching long fingers into the darkness kissing the body of a women. The love of his life lay on the white sheets, sprawled with her arms over her head and tangled in red locks. Her face hidden under a pillow.

Itachi allows himself a moment to appreciate her beauty, at least that's what he tells himself. He was completely enraptured by her beauty. Her shirt had creeped up her skin, revealing hints of full and heavy breast. The creamy milk of her light peach toned skin lay before him like dessert on a plate. Dessert, Itachi. He reminded himself. Breakfast should come first.

He slowly pulls at the duvets that she clings on to tightly her legs wrapped in the thick cloth. She moans in protest as he untangles her from the covers and her skin meets the cold of the morning air. He watches, his mouth going dry as she exposes more and more skin to him. The peaks of her breast pebble and harden, the dusty red was almost visible under her white satin camisole which struggled to contain her entirely and Itachi's cock throbs in response to her sleeping form, swelling to a painful height. Tch.

Itachi cursed under his breath. He had almost forgotten the effect she had on him, the hold she had over his body. He bit his lips, a hand clutches at his chest feeling the beat of his racing heart extremely clearly in his very male and very hungry weeping appendage. Itachi had been in seduction missions before. It was-Itachi smiled grimly to himself-Inevitable for him as one of the prettiest in the anbu black-ops. He was naturally given plenty of infiltration missions involving sex.

He wasn't proud of this fact, he would have loved to save himself for Harumi. Still, he had been with many. Thin willowy girls with more bone than fat. Muscular kunoichis with thick thighs. Beautiful women specially trained in the art of sex. He wasn't a stranger to gathering intel from brothels and naturally he excelled as a passionate lover. He was, after all, an Uchiha and Uchiha men were good at everything. A smug smile spread across his lips.

Itachi prided himself in his ability to remain detached in throes of passion, to be able to control even his own erection. He could lie to his own body on his sexual interests resulting in implacable control over the time of his release. This gave him the upper hand in every situation, keeping a clear head in the midst of f*cking. Not with Harumi though. Itachi's smile drop to a contemplating frown He completely lost that control with Harumi.

Like a young teenage boy at the start of puberty, he tipped over the edge with just her simple acts, maybe just a flash of skin and a shy smile. He lost the mental leash he used to have on his sexual appetite. Itachi shifts his package uncomfortably, a wry smile on his lips as his eyes bleed into a red hue. He was blatantly abusing his currently magical eye power, just so he could remember her beauty in greater detail forever.

He successfully pulls her away from the duvet and she curls into herself, hugging her pillow. Itachi smiled, sitting onto the soft king sized bed.

"Harumi…" He murmurs, gently shaking her. She moans in protest. He exhales, amused. He gently pries the pillow from her and watches as she winces from the light and turns to burrow her face into the side of his ass. He blinked surprised and laughs gently pulling her up easily into a seating position. She grumbles and leans against his shoulder in protest, threatening to slide off and back into sleeping position.

"Come on, love. You don't want breakfast going cold do you?" Itachi stands pulling her to her feet and taking her in his arms. She slumps into an embrace, her head resting on the crook of his neck. Itachi allows himself to bath in her scent, the smell of her shampoo, a sweet peach scent barely covered the underlying scent of her womanly sweetness that reminded him of a concoction of honey and apples.

"It's so early…" Her voice was husky with sleep and Itachi's cock jumps in response taking the chance to rub itself over her soft belly. Nothing like skinny girls and kunoichi women, just the way he liked it. "And little Itachi is already hard." His cheeks pink at her words and he bit down on his teeth, clenching his jaw. "Is it mating season for weasels, Itachi?" She teased, her lips going closer to his. He was met by green eyes that are rimmed with gold and framed by thick dusty red lashes. He could almost see the reflection of his red eyes in her orbs.

Itachi swallows, unable to reply. His mind suddenly blanks and his mouth goes dry as her fingers ghost over his erection and her weird energy elicits a surge of warm pleasure across his very sensitive skin. Then she's gone, closing the toilet door behind her and Itachi was left feeling a little empty and lost, exhaling a breath he doesn't know that he had held. He scowls on hearing her sweet peals of laughter. Minx. He was usually the one with the upper hand but sometimes she could tease him if she wanted to. She knew exactly how much power she had over him and wasn't afraid to press his buttons.

Itachi stalked back to the breakfast table, concluding the finishing touches of a perfect breakfast. He wasn't finish with just rice, fish and soup. Oh no. That wouldn't do for a breakfast worthy of his name. Small side dishes accompany the main dishes on the table. Agedashi tofu, a homemade addition that Itachi's extremely proud of, has a crispy and slightly gooey deep fried batter over silky white. It was topped with grated radish, green onion and bonito flakes and a generous amount of tsuyu. Sheets of nori, a generous amount of natto and a variety of pickles, from yellow daikon, to fresh eggplant and cucumber with a dollop of mustard.

He watches as she approaches the doorway to their kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes. He meets her eye and slowly looks her over taking his time. His beautiful girl was dressed in a skin tight off shoulder top and jeans which hugs her flesh tightly. Clothes he would love to rip off her skin and-Itachi shook his head to himself.

In the past, he abstained from sex because he didn't want any possibility that she would carry his child after he passed and to lessen the pain of missing him. But now there was no reason to not have sex except to give her other younger, less experienced husbands a chance to-Itachi smirked to himself. How should he put it? Ah-redeem themselves. He supposed as the older one in the relationship, he ought to spare them a thought. Still, it was only a matter of time.

He watched as Hari's eyes widen and she zooms onto the seat, the chopstick already in hand. Itachi smiles at her happiness. His girl loved food and Itachi was sure to capture that part of her heart quickly. She claps her hand together and quickly says the customary Itadakimasu before digging in. He takes a seat before her, eating in quick but small elegant bites and engaging with her small talk. He was content to just watch her eat, never wanting her to go hungry ever again like her youth.

"I have a couple of patients I've got to see then I'll be visiting Gaara today. With the war and everything, I thought I should pop by with some potions for him. He's really unhealthy with the lack of sleep as a child, I thought I should fix that before he go." Hari munched on a pickle, tapping away on her phone. Itachi smiled to himself. It was the little quirks about her that he loved, like the fact that she ate appetizers only after she finished her meal. His father would have a fit if he saw that.

"Then, I'll probably visit Naruto to check on him." Hari told him, her brows furrowing together. "I think he found out I went to see Sasuke so he's probably worried sick by now." She downs her orange juice on the table and rises to leave.

"Hn." Itachi nods, chewing thoughtfully. When he had escaped with Harumi, he barely had time to even speak to Sasuke. He exhaled slowly in an almost sigh. Sasuke had not reacted well to him, but his priority had been Harumi's safety. He would have to find another time to talk to his brother, but for now he would allow Sasuke to stew in his own thoughts.

"Alright, love." He smiles pleasantly at her taking the plates to their dish washer, a magical one of course. He leans against the counter, his fingers resting gently at the edge of the sink. "Give your lonely husband a kiss before you go."

He smirked at her watching as the bright leafy green eyes darkened to a forest, as she approached him. She inhales a sheepish smile on her coloured cheeks. His body was tensed and waiting for her next move. The air dripped with sexual tension, so thick it makes Itachi's body throb in anticipation. His mouth going dry.

"The way you say it makes me feel bad." Hari pouts a little, but it's enough to entrance him and attract his eye to her jutting cherry red lips.

"I know, love. That's why I say it." He drawls, letting his voice rumble a little lower into an almost moan with each syllabus uttered. He can tell that she loves it by the way her breath hitches and her pulse quickens. "I'm lonely darling," he moans into his words, "lonely for you." His manhood almost nods in agreement.

Hari bites her lips, her eyes sparkle with mirth and lust.

"You've gotten flirtier, are you trying to seduce me Itachi?" Hari murmurs her lips inches from his. His eyes subconsciously flicker down to her lips before meeting her eye his lips widening into a naughty smile and his sharingan swivels back into existence.

"It comes naturally when I'm with you." He flashes her pretty teeth, tilting his head slightly. "Or maybe I do have an ulterior motive." He leans in to her, his lips at her ears. "Watching you in that tiny little camisole, your nipples hardening in the air makes me just want to tear off your clothes and f*ck you into the bed." He ends it with a nibble on her earlobe and her body shivers under his fingers, her ears turning into a blazing red. The movement mirrors that of his cock which shivered and cried at the friction. F*ck, Itachi was sure he had soaked through his boxers.

"And why didn't you?" She responds breathlessly, her eyes glazed with lust. Itachi growls at her words.

He devoured her mouth, his tongue spearing into hers with fierce need. The kiss burned with possessive need and an almost desperate wanting. He was consuming her, pressing kiss after kiss to her almost bruised lips. Itachi was overwhelmed with feelings of the pleasantly warm bursts of energy that crackles across his skin and toys with his pleasure nerves. The feeling of her body on his, like food to a starving man. His cock swelled with need reaching a peak and he finds his fingers trailing lower and lower down to her nether regions. His thumb was spinning and spinning. He was tracing lips, entangling fingers in her hair and pressing kisses over her racing pulse.

Itachi prides himself in having skilled fingers. It doesn't take another minute before she gives a strangled garble over his lips, her voice a loud keen at the back of her throat as she rides out her high, enhanced by magic. Her body spasms in his hold with pleasure, her thighs shake under his hold. Itachi was sure she would have screamed if not for his lips on hers. She parts from him gasping loudly for air, her chest heaving. His lips spread into a devilish smile as he pops his soaked finger into his mouth, letting her watch him suckle his fingers clean from any liquids.

"Itachi…You horny weasel." She gasped, her pupils dilating at the sight of him. He doesn't say anything, allowing her to recover in his embrace, but purposely allowing her to feel his hardness on her skin.

"Go now before I ravish you on the counter and christen our kitchen." He growled, a smirk on his lips. He coiled his hips grinding against her core and his woman's body shivers again from the after effects. "Just remember that if you let me, I'll never let you leave this room until I've had my fill with you and that definitely won't just be a three hour fling."

Hari swallowed blinking rapidly, her cheeks stained a bright red.

"H-How long then?"

Minx. Itachi smiled dangerously, allowing his sharingan to spin languidly to a Mangekyou. He knows if he really wanted to he could easily capture in a Tsukiyomi and prolong their love making. And she definitely knows it too by the way she sharply inhales and her lips part into a small 'o'.

"Do you really want to find out?"

She squeaked as his palm gently slaps her ass and she yelps spluttering her goodbyes and thanks for the food. Itachi lets her go only because of the ring on her finger which adds to her beauty, her swollen lips and the purpled bruise on the tips of her milky breast. His lips quirk into a smirk as he runs fingers through his hair which had grown to reach his lower back.

This was his warning for the other two boys. He almost sneered. Almost. He wipes the kitchen table down throwing the cloth into the washer and stalking to the bedroom. His sharingan spinning and replaying thousands of memories, his hands deftly unbuttoning his pants.

He only had so much patience. Itachi sniffed taking a seat onto the bed, his nose swarmed by her sweet scent. He was not going to step back just for them from now on despite the war. No. They were the ones who needed to catch up to him before he snatched up all her love and attention. He didn't care if they were busy. If they didn't match up to his speed then too bad. Really. He gets it. Some part of Itachi is telling him to be nice.

But Itachi had been so good for so long, doing everything for others, never for himself. Itachi was not going to be a f*cking saint in his second chance at life. No. Itachi brought his fingers to his nose inhaling the musky scent of her nectar, his other hand wrapped around his well-endowed appendage. He was going to be selfish for once in his life and eat her all up just for himself.

All for himself.

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Gaara tapped a pen on his paperwork, his thumbnail resting lightly on his lips in a thinking position. He exhaled, his mind sorting through the needs of his country for the war, counting the rations and various items they would need. He hadn't wanted to touch Hari's wealth, but she offered to pay for a few things, even going out to help the medical ninja units in supplying them all with magical potions.

It was a known fact that while Sunagakure's geography deterred enemies, water scarcity and harsh weathers also kept out investors and their economy suffered and struggled to stay afloat. He had been prepared to scrimp and save probably borrow some money from the feudal lord, but Hari had turned up like a mystery benefactor and simply paid off their debts. Her excuse to him was that it was technically his portion of her money.

His advisors would have been alarmed if not for his explanation that Hari Potter was his future wife, from a contract formed by his ancestor. Based on the hereditary nature of the Kazekages in Suna, it was non-other than the First Kazekage, their founding father, who had dictated this union.

There was no way in hell could anyone refuse their marriage the minute he placed that card on the table. It would be basically spitting on the First Kazekage's grave if they even dared to utter a word of protest, practically treason if they complained which was why they accepted that a Konoha shinobi was also part of the union. It was good that Naruto was part of this, because having his saviour, a clearly loyal friend to Gaara, eased the minds of his advisors.

Although Gaara did purposely omit the information of Itachi Uchiha as the third husband.

Gaara blew out a breath, capping his pen and leaning back into his chair. He was pleased that it was Naruto. While it made things more complicated for him, giving him yet another important reason to keep Naruto safe in the war, it eased his mind to know that his good friend was going to be his…brother in the relationship. But Itachi?

Hari had tried to explain the situation, a double agent who killed his own clan for the sake of his country. Gaara could understand that, but he didn't like Itachi's strong loyalty to Konoha. Some part of him worried that Konoha might be placed before Hari in Itachi's mind. It was an easy answer for Gaara. He would protect his family before protecting his nation of families.

The glass orb on his chest chilled, signalling the arrival of his beloved. Gaara raised a hand for his anbu. It was a method Hari had concocted so that she wouldn't give his special forces a heart attack every time she stepped into his office. She appeared before him in a soft pop of green, her hands filled with vials squashed against her chest that swirled with colour and seemed to almost defy gravity.

She drops them over his desks and he holds back an appreciative whistle when her breasts bounce more than usual with her every movement indicating a looser bra then normal. Just how Gaara likes it and he knew this because the usually sleeping organ of his throbs in pleasure and he has to shift about in his seat uncomfortably.

"Okay this is for your body's lack of sleep." Hari raised a vial of amber liquid which bubbled the wrong way, the bubbles popping below the bottle instead of on the surface. Gaara's eyes trailed over her, absolutely loving the way the sun hits her hair turning red waves into a rose gold. "I've brewed it to counter against the negative impacts of you not sleeping in your youth. I'm pretty sure you could have grown taller, judging by your siblings' height…"

Gaara's eyes narrowed onto her lips which appeared a little too red and bruised than normal, experience tells him her lips had been kissed. His eyes sweep over her body as she talks, narrowing onto the top of her breast. She covers it with makeup but she forgets that Gaara was a jinchuriki of a raccoon demon and raccoons had a better sense of smell and eyesight. The One tailed beast might be gone from his body, but he still remained enhanced by the effects of the demon and would forever have certain animalistic tendencies.

It wasn't that hard to tell the discolouration of foundation over her skin and the purpling of a bruise. His mind supplies him with information from his studies telling him that the bruise was formed from soft sucking and kissing sufficient enough to burst small superficial blood vessels under the skin. His body tenses and a hot feeling warms in his cheeks. His fist clenches and his brows tick.

Envy.

He was envious. It wasn't a I-want-to-kill-someone, but more of a I-want-to-do-that-too kind of feeling which surprised him. He supposed that the magic of the bond did try to prevent murderous thoughts between husbands or perhaps he loved Hari too much to hurt her by attacking her other husband.

He pursed his lips, inhaling her scent. He tasted the sweetness of her shampoo and body wash of peaches. Hidden under it was her natural scent, the one he liked. Gaara sniffed standing up. He approached her putting his nose into the crook of her neck and drawing a deep breath. She stops speaking, squeaking at his sudden action.

Gaara enjoys the smell of her, an almost watery sweet floral scent encased by a sharp spiced sugar. Apples…and honey. That would be the best way to describe it. Gaara's eyes narrowed smelling the undertones of Itachi, a clean masculine wintery scent.

"S-Sorry was it Itachi's smell?" Hari stutters, her fingers clutching against his vest. Gaara's eyes narrowed. He wasn't angry, to be honest he didn't feel threatened by the smell. It's just that if he was sharing his woman. He wanted his scent on her too.

"Yes." Gaara murmurs on her pulse point, enjoying the fluttery feeling of her heart on his lips. The beat mirrors that of his own cock. "It makes me want to mark you."

"M-Mark? Hya!" Hari squeals as Gaara opened his mouth and begins to swirl his tongue languidly over her pulse, taking her hand and pushing her against the wall. His fingers laced with hers. He nips up her neck, tracing his lips over her skin. She begins to whimper softly. He lungs and takes her mouth easily, suckling on her pink tongue. For once, he catches her off guard and he finds himself leading her through the heated kiss as she whines in his arms. He struggles to contain his voice as her magic surged through their veins in pleasurable waves trying to push him over the edge.

Gaara kind of likes the change in dominance and he knows she does too by the scent of a spicy musk that indicates her arousal.

They part lewdly, trails of saliva from their mouth and Gaara licks her lips clean as practiced. A proud smile on his lips, she blinks dazedly at him her brows furrowing.

"You were totally not listening to me were you?"

"No…Sorry. I was just thinking about making babies." He admits a bashful smile on his lips. Babies. He wanted one with her eyes. Her shade of green.

"I accept any punishment…" Gaara trials and gives her a sweet closed eye smile. "You can do anything you want to my body." He tips his head to a side, letting his hair fall into his eyes. He knows she likes it. As expected, Hari's eyes widened and she burns into a bright red that could almost hold a candle to the colour of her hair. Her eyelashes flutter rapidly over her cheeks like a butterfly's wings and her moist and oh so kissable lips part. She was truly his colour changing angel.

"In your case…That's not called punishment Gaara! That's called a reward." She dead-panned at his words.

"Mmmmhmm." Gaara nods. "Is that a yes?" He asked, his voice hints of promise as he takes her hand and pulls it down towards his pants. "I don't mind if you practice the magic, Hamaioni-san taught you. I want to build a resistance against it." Gaara tells her honestly, utterly butchering her friend's name with his accent.

"Noooooooo. That totally defeats the purpose of her teaching me pleasure magic…It's so that I can take a break." Hari pulls her hand free from his grasp, giving him a fake angry face. Aw what a shame. The Gaara in his head, a horny, sex-crazed version of him, sighed.

"Why would you want a break?" Gaara gives her a closed eye smile. "I read in the books that the female heroine always calls it a 'delicious aching'."

"Gaara…" While her face was hot with embarrassment, he could hear her displeasure. Whoops.

"Sorry," Gaara retreats his advances quickly, taking her hand and pressing her fingers to his lips. He didn't want her to think that all he wanted from her was sex. That would be the complete opposite of what he wanted from her. He wanted love, affection…connection. Personal connection was always good to cultivate via sex, the most intimate exchange between two people.

To Gaara who was always protected by sand, never touched, never seen, always mentally and emotionally protected. Sex was the ultimate last barrier for him. It would be the most vulnerable moment of his entire life where not just his body, but his heart would be laid out for her, the ultimate form of him giving Hari everything he could offer.

It scared him. The fact that in his sleep, his body had easily shed the sand armour when in her presence. That moment when he awoke with her in his arms, completely stripped off sand was when he realized his body was ready to bare itself to her.

And now his heart was ready too.

He took her other hand to kiss her fingertips and a sparkle catches his eye. His eyes narrows at the metal on her finger…Her left ring finger. His heart bubbles with shock and almost anger but he conceals it quickly with a close of his eyes and another kiss to her palm. Itachi. He realizes. Suddenly, Gaara was seeing his mistake.

If his heart was ready…He should have shown it to her. F*ck he forgot and he was from the country famous for diamond mines and jewellery work! Gaara's expression darkens. With the war, he would never know whether the outcome would be good or bad. He wanted-no-he needed to show her that he loved her with the ultimate and oldest depiction of love.

He needed a ring for his love just before he leaves for his possible doom.

"Forgive me, I've never fallen in love with someone before. It's hard to control myself with you." He murmurs, giving her pitiful eyes. He could see her heart melt at his words, he don't know why because those words have been true since the first time they met and she should have known that since the start.

"I promise to drink the potions, one every morning even if they taste disgusting." Gaara lines up the vials on his desk. It must have been the right answer because she looks at him with approval in her eyes. "What are you doing later Hari?" Gaara asked taking her hand.

"Hm? Oh visit Naruto…You know I thought I might throw him a bait and bring him back to my country. Maybe horde him in there until the war ends." Hari shrugged. Gaara had been keeping her updated on the war and their current method of keeping Naruto safe on an island in the Land of Lightning. "But I thought it wouldn't be fair to you and Itachi. Plus, he will definitely kick up a fuss if I did it without his full consent."

"He would." Gaara smiles at the thought of his boisterous friend. "I don't want your relationship with Naruto being harmed because of this." Gaara replied. "Anyway, I'm sure Naruto can wait." It was now or never and even if Gaara did forget about it. It doesn't mean that he wasn't already prepared. He had studied on marriage and proposals and already knew what he wanted to do. It was always the issue of when not what.

"Huh?"

"Come." Gaara slips out of his Kazekage attire, dropping his hat on the table and taking her hand. Her hands were always so small in his, the skin soft and slightly wet with perspiration. Gaara doesn't mind it though. Sweaty palms was never a reason for him to not hold her hand

"What? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Huh, wha-AH! Gaara!" She squealed as he scoops her into his arms. His muscles coiled at the sudden weight.

"I'm glad."

"What?" Hari frowns at him, the expression was pretty cute and his body must have agreed too because his face warms.

"You're at a good weight." Gaara flexes his muscles, giving her a pleasant smile.

"Are you saying I'm heavy…So…You're calling me fat?" She gives him a look. Gaara's brain pauses and proceeds to go haywire. Oh shit. No wait, she mistook his words oh no. Women hated being called fat he knew this from Temari. Temari hated Kankuro calling her fat. Kankuro always got slapped. Oh. Oh no. F*ck.

"N-No! No…I don't mean that I-ah. Ah. " Gaara splutters trying desperately to redeem himself. His mind whirls at maximum speed trying to remember what Kankuro said to get Temari to calm down. Gaara remembers he doesn't and that Temari had given him cold shoulders for three months.

Gaara was broken out from his thoughts by a bell-like dulcet sound. It rings in the air sweet and light, a sound that makes his heart stop. Hari laughs, the corners of her eyes crinkle and the light dances in her bright green eyes. The minute she smiles. Gaara swears the room lights up and his eyes blurs out everything except her. Gaara's heart stutters at her beauty and his mouth parts to hang open, awestruck by the angel in his grasp.

How did he ever get so lucky?

"I'm kidding, darling. You're so cute sometimes you know? You say the most serious of things but when I catch you off guard your system just crashes." She winks at him, hooking her arm over his neck, snuggling into his chest. "Alright we can go now."

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"Gaara…This is embarrassing." Hari murmured, pressing her face into the crook of his neck to avoid seeing the curious faces of the Suna people. She could feel her ears burning red with embarrassment Most of them seemed to have some kind of weird idea going on especially the shinobi, because nine out of ten of them turned red, looked away and started to have nosebleeds. What the hell did you say to your ninjas Gaara?!

Then again…They probably did look like they just had a make out session. Her hair was probably a mess from the kiss, her lips three times more swollen than usual and her neck littered with love bites. And with Gaara now carrying her in his arms, princess-style, they probably looked oh so ready to find a love hotel and spend the night there.

Not like Hari was denying the needy ache in between her thighs that both Itachi and Gaara had inflicted on her.

Seriously, was it ninja mating season?

"Relax. I'm showing you off." Gaara replied coolly, Hari could feel the press of his lips on her hair and she glanced up at him, her fingers covering her mouth in shock. He glanced down at her, his turquoise eyes peered curiously at her the faint outline of pale coloured pupils dilating in size. His cheeks were slightly flushed, looking just as embarrassed as she was.

"I'm heavy…Put me down." Hari tries to stop him again. "Everyone is looking…"

"I'm a Kazekage, Hari, if you're heavy to me I have to resign." He glanced at her pointedly. Right, Hari snorts that was true. His expression warms as his cheeks are dusted in a pink hue. Hari could almost see the holy light of beauty radiating from him as he gives her a small shy smile. "And I want everyone to look at you. They need to know you're taken."

Hari pressed her hand to her mouth in shock, her body subconsciously trying to cover the way his words made her feel. She mentally squeals at his words. Damn it, he sure knows how to spoil a woman. Plus, he was right. This was a fantastic way for her to shoo off his fangirls. She catches the eye of one of them who was glaring at her and she nonchalantly flicks her wrist and zaps that woman in the ass. Bitch.

"Close your eyes." He murmurs to her and she automatically does so, holding on to him tightly. He must have used shunshin because there's a rush of wind when she closes her eyes. When she opens them, her skin prickles with goose bumps from the sudden change of hot steamy air to cold wet dampness.

Hari blinked her eyes dazzled by the morning sun. Everything here was washed in a golden light, they stood at the ledge on the side of one of the many cliffs that closed in together to surround a huge cavernous basin with dozens of tiny openings leading to caves that dotted along the massive rock face. There were stone paths that jutted downwards in spirals leading from cave to cave with thick planks of wood and suspended chains from cliff walls. There were thousands of people, mostly civilians and genin not part of the war working in the mines. It was…beautiful.

Hari's eyes widened noting the gemstones that richly studded the bedazzling walls.

Gaara had always told her that while Sunagakure was not rich in terms of money, they were rich in terms of material wealth. Now, she understood what he meant.

Gaara starts to make his way down and Hari yelps, holding him tightly slightly fearful for their lives when she takes a peek at the drop to reveal a waterfall to reveal an azure blue pool of water at the bottom.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you." Gaara whispers in her hair. Hari nods, feeling her Gryffindor courage take hold of her and she lets him carry her into one of the caves. Unlike the image of caves she had in her mind, this one had velvet flooring and lanterns adorned the walls, the gemstones twinkled reflecting the light. At the end of the road they came across a large door that towered over them, clearly made with the walls of the cave they were dark in colour and studded with gems. Two Statues of Sunagakure ninja stood at the sides, like protectors of the cave.

"Before you enter you've got to drink this." Gaara motions to his workers who come over carrying two glasses of thick pink liquid. "It's just a precaution antidote against any poisonous gases in the cave." He passes one to her and downs his quickly setting it on the tray of the worker.

Hari furrowed her brows. That was some intense swallowing he did there. He practically just opened his throat and let the liquid flow down his gullet. What the heck. She takes a sip of the liquid, feeling the heat of his gaze on her and the size of his hand on the small of her back. It tastes kind of like guava juice to be honest. She gulps it down slowly. Her eyes flickering to the bottom of the glass as the liquid drains. English words peak out from under the liquid and she freezes.

"Gaara." She whispers, feeling a little shocked. She was not expecting her language in the land of Japanese. "There's English on the glass?"

"I know." Gaara smiles. Hari's heart fluttered in anticipations. No way… She is now gulping the drink down and her eyes finally catches the message at the bottom of the glass. She splutters unable to swallow another mouthful, bringing the glass away from her lips and the liquid covers the message again. Her cheeks are burning red, and she can't stop the flutter of elation and happiness that courses through her veins. She wants to jump no she wants to fly. Her feelings were bursting in her chest, bubbling away and threatening to explode.

"Gaara…this isn't an antidote." She laughs, her cheeks are hurting from how wide her smile stretched across her face.

"What?" He replies cheekily, his eyes glittering with mirth. Hari finishes the drink, her eyes tracing the very English words at the bottom of the glass.

Will

You

Marry

Me?

F*ck that was cute. Hari snorts, unable to stop peals of amused laughter from escaping her throat. Her body feels hot with excitement. God that was soooo romantic.

"How do you know that?" Hari asked, her eyes well up with tears. It was one thing to propose, another thing to propose in her language. "You don't even know English!"

"I have my ways," He nuzzles her ear, taking the cup from her. Noooo Hari mentally whined. She wanted her English proposal cup. He doesn't even wait for her answer and Hari suddenly realizes the presence of the two ninjas guarding the doors. They bowed deeply to them pushing open large iron doors clearly sealed with chakra. Gaara entered the room with Hari in his arms. She winced unable to open her eyes at the sudden glimmer of light.

Here the cave walls tower over her, a large room with a single fire at the centre, blue fire, indicating its chakra powered nature. The fire resonates with the blue veins that lead from it across the floor and towards each wall. The walls pulsed with chakra, each studded with the thickest biggest chunks of gem stones Hari has ever seen in her life. Each wall was overflowing with gems that pulsed with energy and flared with power. Her eyes were assaulted by bright colours of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires and countless other precious gems.

Hari blinked as Gaara gently puts her down and places a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. She glanced up to him to see a similar pair over his face, a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Sorry, it's a little too bright isn't it? I forgot to warn you."

"Gaara." She breathes. "It's beautiful."

"These are Suna's most treasured possessions. Our chakra grown gemstones. They're commonly used for creating weapons." He brings his arm around her to rest his hand steadily on her waist. "But, you should know why I brought you here." Hari's eyes widened and glanced down at the ring already on her finger.

At that moment when Itachi had proposed she hadn't really noticed the detail to the ring, at a closer look later did she realize that the small ring was not just simply a diamond flanked by two smaller rubies on a band of gold.

The band of gold was delicately tapered thinly, with tiny spindle like designs that twisted and curled. If she looked close enough the reason why the ring shimmered so vibrantly was because of the even tinier specks of white diamonds that circled the ring. Each tiny diamond was purposely cut to reflect the most light. The amount of workmanship was insane and that definitely didn't cost a pretty penny.

The diamond itself seemed to glow with an ethereal red hue, the rubies flickered with obsidian. Now, that she knew the gems of this world could be infused with chakra. Itachi must have infused his into the gems making it glow with an inner light. It was basically the sparkiest thing she has ever had on her finger.

It seemed like Gaara wanted to top the sparkle level of rings.

"Pick one." Gaara nods towards the walls. Hari's eyes widened in shock.

"You can't be serious! You're going to make a ring for me right now?" Hari's hands are shaking. She doesn't know if it's shaking with laughter or if she's just chocked full of emotions because she's starting to feel a little lightheaded with happiness and disbelief. She runs her fingers along the beautiful gems. "They're all so pretty."

She turns to look at him and her eyes widen as she pulls her sunglasses a little lower. Gaara was beautiful standing in that cave, with the gems reflecting light on his body. His body glistened with the colours of the rainbow, the light reflecting over his russet coloured hair changing it to various hues. She could see the colours of precious gems in those soft locks, citrine, garnet, onyx and rubies. The soft glow of blue chakra illuminated his milk white skin and cutting into the sharp edges of his jaw line, making him look like one of those ethereal statues that guarded the doors. Beautiful, otherworldly…Deadly.

He lowers his sunglasses, revealing those large eyes framed by thick fluttery eyelashes and the kohl he uses around his eyes to cover the eye bags that darken his under eye. Those eyes…Hari's breath hitched. Her eyes trail to a similar shade on a stone behind him.

"That one."

"Hmm?" Gaara turned to look at the one she pointed at.

"It's the shade of your eyes." Gaara glanced back at her hotly, showing his approval. His eyes flicker and darken whirling with a mixture of emotions. He flicks his wrist and sand escapes the gourde on his back. It slashed into the stone, slicing off a small chunk of the stone. He motions to her and they stand before the chakra fire which roars as they near, flickering in the air a bright blue that is so blue the colour reflects onto their skin.

"This is tourmaline…A product of the element, copper." His sand encases the stone and she gasped as it dives into the fire, it is cutting the stone with such precise lines each cut brings out the light of the stone. "Any particular design you want, love?"

He flicks his sand and her eyes widened at the myriad of ring designs his sand shows to her. Her eyes sweep over them quickly. Damn, get you a man with insane creativity.

"I don't know?" Hari splutters. Itachi had gotten ideas by skimming her head with his Mangekyou to figure out that she wanted rubies with his ring. "Surprise me with something unique please." He must have gotten some kind of idea from her reaction to his ring design because he immediately sets to work. Like a skilled pianist, his fingers flowed with each move of his sand.

It doesn't even take him a minute and she gasped as various other precious gems were flicked into the melting pot of stew, or should she say, stones. His sand raises it up for her to see and she gasped. He had fashioned the blue to green hued tourmaline into a vine like design that circled upwards, branching out around her fingers. The twigs and the band of the ring was not made of gold nor any other metal.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Diamonds.

He had carved the entire ring straight out of a diamond. It was thinner than anything she had ever seen, the outer layers tailored to prevent any cuts but he had somehow sneaked his sand right into the depths of the ring and cut it out from the inside. It was the coolest thing she had ever seen and possibly something that could only be created with the control of tiny beads of sand.

Within the ring he had somehow inlayed little blue and green specks that gave the ring its green hue. It was insane.

It was crazy.

It was created in front of her in 5 minutes

What the actual F*ck.

Gaara gives her a devilishly handsome smirk, very unlike his usual innocent smiles. He closes his hand over the ring, plucking it out of the air. His sand whirl over his fingertips and he creates a terrarium styled glass wedding ring box. The ring rests on a bed of tiny glass beads.

She was unable to speak her mouth opens and close throughout the whole DIY session. This was at magical levels already and her man wasn't even using f*cking transfigurations.

He encases the roaring fire in a whirl of sand with little holes of star shaped prints and slowly takes off his sunglasses. She does the same with numb hands and watched as he slowly approaches her.

Oh nooooooo.

Hari's clasping her hand to her lips as tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of him standing before her, beautiful and powerful but his hands and bottom lip shaking with nerves. Seriously?

"Harumi Lily Potter." He begins and Gaara clears his throat looking mighty embarrassed yet pleased. His cheeks cutely red. She gasped as his sand over the fire begins to spin and the light printed stars start to move. "There's this theory about multiverse of parallel worlds where every choice creates a different universe. Maybe there's a universe where I never meet Naruto, where I stay the fruit of hatred and power." His voice cracks at those words and fills with emotions.

"Where I continue to hate this world and the humans in it, where I continue to kill people every day. Maybe there's a world, where I make the choice to not fight to stay alive, where I die in that cave in your laps on the day we met." He says and tears overflow from the corners of his eyes, spilling from large turquoise blue eyes. No…Gaara.

"Maybe in another world where my ancestor never signed a contract, where our ancestors never meet, I would have stayed alone without you, living my life as Kazekage, maybe adopting a child, but my soul will never find love because it knows you're not there." His lips spread into a smile, those rare ones that Hari loves. Those filled with so much emotion and love.

"The minute you saved me. I knew I was yours and at that moment I knew that this tattoo on my head was not going to be for me anymore." He smiles softly. "It was for you." Her eyes travel to the Japanese word 'love' on his forehead and her heart leaps to her throat.

"I was too inexperience. Too young. Too naïve to know what that meant and now with the war approaching. I cannot leave without giving you my heart, Hari Potter," Gaara inhales looking a little scared, he kneels down on one knee and looks at her with so much love in his eye. "Will you marry me?" He blurts out the 4 words in English, completely butchering the English language. Those words are kind of confusing if not for the fact that Hari knows exactly what he was trying to say. She knew it.

"Yes. Of course. Gaara." Hari half sob half giggles. She sniffles, watching him smile so brightly. He takes her hand and slips on her newly made ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly, going nicely with Itachi's ring, the floral vine like design compliments the larger diamond like a leaf to a flower. Both were equally beautiful and equally loved by Hari. "F*ck me, now I know why you became Kazekage. You're too charismatic." Hari blurts out, feeling like she was on top of the world and ready to destroy whatever that stood in her way.

Gaara stands and embraced her, hugging her tightly to his body. Hari sighs, snuggling into his warmth and enjoying his scent of warm summer rain. Pleasantly warm magic swirled between them somehow seemingly forming a stronger bond with Gaara as Hari was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of safety and love.

"Do you really want me to f*ck you?" Gaara smiled naughtily.

"Don't push your luck Gaara…" Hari blushes burrowing her face into his neck. "Maybe."

"Maybe? Hmmm~" Gaara smiles wickedly, he scoops her up and props her up to seat on one arm. Hari squealed. Damn it this boy was getting more daring. "Now?"

"Let me go! Gaara~" She wailed as he throws back his head and laughs.

The husky sound was something Hari wished she could bottle up and keep forever.

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Thank You for Reading!

No boyfriend is ever going to top Gaara's ring. I got inspiration from a guy who commented on a YouTube video (The video was about a guy making his wife a ring) and he said "now every guy is gonna be expected to make a ring...by themselves and cut their own diamonds, heck even try to find their own diamond...by mining for it."

Also, you all might have been wondering where the heck did you go author-san? Well, I recently had a tonsillectomy on the 29th of November (aka burning off my tonsils) it's a very commonly done major surgery which was famously deemed one of the most painful for adults (I'm still a minor though). I would say, as an author, going under general anaesthesia was a good experience because now I know how to accurately describe a surgery scene. HEHEHEHEHE. The world really doesn't just go black. It spins and doubles and spins and you blink to try to unspin the world but then you're out.

As always. This is not edited. I don't know what to feel about ending two chapters on two proposals but well. I say again, proposals are the best places to end a chapter at.

WHOOHOO see you all soon! Naruto's going to flip but, he's a tad dense so hmmm maybe not?