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koiseas · 9 months

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Fanfic for the 5 other Reinhardt x Ana shippers in the world, if nobody has my back I know they got my back 🙏 Anyways, the plot is Reinhardt attends the memorial for all of the fallen Overwatch heroes after the explosion and he's reminded of Ana, I finished this at 3:25am, WOOOOOO

The rain hits the window to the castle of Eichenwalde, Wilhelm Reinhardt was the only person inside the building. He'd been alone for years after the events of the base explosion, the only survivor of the original Overwatch team was him and the survivors' guilt was eating at him.

He stood in front of Balderichs armor, he watched as the armor was slowly being consumed by moss and all sorts of vegetation nature offered. He sighed and took a step closer.

"My friend.. It seems that all of this was my fault, I'm responsible for you.. my friends at Overwatch.. what is left?"

He sighed, looking down at himself, bandages wrapped around his arm and chest.

"There's a memorial service being held tomorrow, it's only right if I go.. right?"

He asked Balderich, silence filled the air but Reinhardt didn't hear it that way, he shook his head and stepped away

"I suppose you're right, it's the least I could do, if I couldn't have protected them, I can at least help them rest…"

Reinhardt kept his gaze on his bandages, though he felt something in his pocket. Slowly and painfully, he reached into his pocket, taking out an Overwatch medal. He looked into the reflection of it before he set it down onto the armrest of the seat, turning away from it and leaving his legacy there with it.

Soon enough, the memorial was held shortly after all the chaos, honoring the fallen heroes of Overwatch that once protected everyone. He stood outside as the rain crackled across the sky, unlike a few of the other people that were around to mourn the deaths, Reinhardt didn't have an umbrella. One of the graves stuck out to him, "Ana Amari" it read.

He closed his eyes and sighed, walking over to the grave as soon as the group disappeared, leaving Reinhardt and "Ana" alone. He got onto one knee, taking off the jacket he was using to cover himself from the rain.

"I know you don't like to get wet, Ana.."

He quietly spoke, setting the jacket over the grave, looking down at it.

"You won't have to worry about getting a cold like how you always told me"

Reinhardt sighed, a sad smile on his face as he continued to talk.

"You must be yelling at me now, aren't you? Telling me that I should be wearing that instead? I cannot just leave out here in the pouring rain."

He slowly got up, groaning in pain as he did so. He was damaged, the explosion from the base damaged him horribly. Though, he'd live, he just needed to relearn how to live once again, it'd be hard though consider he lost nearly everything that kept him "alive"

As Reinhardt finished up his "catch up" with Ana, he returned back to Eichenwalde, opening the gates as he walked inside, closing the gates with a loud bang behind him.

"Home.. It does not feel the same"

He shook his head, walking to the armor before he heard a shuffling noise, he breathed quickly as he looked around, feeling paranoid and unsure if he was hearing things or not.

"Who is there!?"

Reinhardt shouted, his voice booming through the castle walls. He grabbed onto his hammer, holding it in his arm as he shakily lifted it up, the weight of the hammer straining his arm.

As he began to walk around the castle, he dragged the hammer alongside him, looking around cautiously before he heard a noise, out of instinct he immediately swung, smashing a desk beside him as his breathing only fastened, starting to panic as his eyes darted around the room.

"Where are you!"

Eventually, Reinhardt had begun to walk around the castle, looking outside of the gates to let himself know that he was alone but to his surprise, around three bodies were outside of the castle, bags around their bodies full of different things from inside and around the castle, they were robbers.

He looked down at the bodies, looking at them with the limited light in his sight, noticing the rising and falling of the robbers chests.

A small sigh of relief came from Reinhardt as he felt a bit more at ease with these robbers who were just unconscious instead of dead. He gently set his hammer down, a yellow shine catching his attention as he crouched, looking at the shiny object that was pierced inside the stranger. He swiftly pricked it out, looking at the object before he recognized it as a dart, the liquid inside of it drained and injected into the strangers.

He thought for a moment, thinking of who would have this kind of technology, suddenly, his eyes widened in realization.

"Ana!"

Reinhardt shouted out, looking around outside for any signs of Ana. He had so much hope that she really was here, nobody else used this kind of dart besides her, he stepped around the bodies as he walked into the bridge, looking around for anything.

Upon the tower stood a familiar silhouette, a sniper in the figure's arm that reflected in the moonlight.

"Reinhardt.."

The figure spoke, it truly was Ana Amari. She slowly lowered the hood off her head, revealing herself as she looked down at Reinhardt before she turned away, swiftly jumping from the tower and disappearing into the shadows.

Reinhardt managed to spot the figure before it was too late, his eyes widening as the moonlight shines onto the figure. He soon fell to his knees, looking at the tower as he covered his face with his arm, quietly speaking to himself.

"You truly are.. watching my back.. aren't you, Ana..?"

#overwatch #fanfic #ana amari #reinhardt wilhelm

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thestarswouldcry · 3 months

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Mother.

Mother, I don't want to grow up, I'd prefer jumping in front of a moving truck than going through this metamorphosis; a strange, unfamiliar yet abhorrently comfortable abyss. I suffer from disorders and pathologies beyond everyone's comprehension but yours and you give it a look and then again, I am ignored.

Mother, I am falling apart and I know you can also see my skin tearing and breaking out and there's blood on my hands that I can't wash off. And I never committed a crime? Unless it's a sin to be born or to grow up. In this reality, mother, I'm torn.

Mother, please braid my hair as if I am a little kid, even though you wish I wasn't the person my little self would grow into. I am like you, in strange ways- have you felt it too? It feels as if when you look at me you wish I was someone else, someone who wouldn't be your spitting image, but mother, it is out of my hands. So very out of my reach.

Mother, there are corners in our home (if you could call it one) that help us rot, and I am more of an unfinished, broken, colourless wall than a living being. And you have noticed it. I see it in your eyes. There is resentment and fear and pity, so clear I wonder if it's a mirror.

Mother, in front of you i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. I act like it's a sin, I pretend it's for women on dark path. But at night I dream of love so hard it makes my heart throb and my throat hurts so much so I could literally pluck my voice out and I wouldn't tell a difference in pain.

Mother, I have your brain; it obsesses over identity in relation to others while the soul decomposes inside of us. We were adults trapped in a kid's self and now that the adult's dead, there are little hints of children inside. And I didn't eat them, they devoured pieces that were mine.

Mother, I feel stupid and foolish, and I am afraid of losing everything I think I can't. My whole world is falling apart and I have no glue that can put it back on, stuck again. We live in the sun yet I feel Russia's poverty, brutalism and cold everywhere around me as if I am somewhere that wasn't meant for me.

Mother, I am at a constant war with my ownself because I doubt if I have ever been true my whole life? If I have ever done something really right because everything I do feels so wrong as if it's a crime. I have always ached to be pretty, to be defined, to shine and it has always been the contrary. I am a corpse and a graveyard at the same time.

Mother, I learnt self-destruction from you, I am your daughter but I wish you never had me, maybe you would have gotten a better life. I wish I could pluck my lungs out and fill them with water, but what difference will it make anyway? I drown in everything that doesn't exist to not feel anything in reality.

Mother, I would rather write about this world than live in it and I would rather play music that makes my ear bleed all day and read and wander around like a ghost watching humans, doing everything except being a part of it. What am I if I am not then one you wish I was all the time?

Mother, I am so fragile that if someone held me the right way I would bleed and weep and cry. And the years are passing by and there is resentment more for the one I am growing into. It is exhausting and excruciating to a peak that I am dysfunctional, and being normal makes me into a sick person suffering from smallpox in the 1800s.

Mother, mother, mother, I am tired and I am sick and I can not explain to what extent I am lost in this chaos. I am in between here and there, but where am I? I have no sense of reality or my identity. All I have ever been has been stolen from me.

Mother. Is this how things are supposed to be?

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imhereforscm · 1 year

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Good morning. 💙

Hello~~💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

I'm finally home, omg!!😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏💖💖💖

I reached my house late, so I fell straight in bed and blacked out immediately, so that's why I didn't respond earlier.

Also, lemme tell you about what happened yesterday, before we got to started returning home😃💀💀

Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder, mentions of animal murder, basically everything dark and twisted you can think of

I was basically stuck all day with a guy that was CONSTANTLY telling me about how he wants to rip the heads of every animal off, how he wants to try cannibalism, how lucifer isn't actually that bad and we're all actually just like him, how life is pointless and we're all gonna go to hell AND BRUH THIS MAN EVEN TRIED TO CONVINCE ME THAT DIONYSUS WAS ACTUALLY SATAN!!! THIS CHRISTIAN KID WOULDN'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER EITHER >:CCC LIKE- MAN- CHRISTIANITY WASN'T A THING BACK THEN!! IT WAS FREAKING BC!! GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD AND LET ME SPEAK!!

Lemme present you some dialogue that actually occurred (these sound like jokes, but I assure you, my ears have really witnessed that):

Him: "Do you know the eldrich horrors of the universe?"

Me: "Uh... No...?"

Him: "Me neither... I guess we humans will never know..."

Him: "Can I ask you something?"

Me: "Sure."

Him: "Do you think I'm insane?"

Me: "Yeah, actually."

Him: *maniacal laughter* "I am indeed! I'm a psychopath, a sociopath, broken by the world and completely insane!"

Him: "You know, lucifer wasn't that bad. He just went against his father and got exiled. We're all just like him. We all have that anarchy inside us, don't we? That's why we'll burn in hell."

Me: "It's not past midnight yet, for goodness sake, not yet."

Him: "You don't get it, cause you love animals, but I think it'd be fun if I ripped their heads of and ate them!" *Maniacal laughter* "I've eaten a variety of birds before, but I haven't tried cannibalism yet........ I want to though."

Me: "So I'm in danger."

Him: "Don't worry, I won't eat you, I like you. I only eat the one who wrong me."

Me: "AND WHEN DID THE BIRDS WRONG YOU AND YOU WANT TO RIP THEIR HEADS OFF?!"

Him: "Imma go drown in the sea." *Starts walking towards it*

Me: "CAN YOU NOT, YOU BIRD MURDERER?!!?"

Him: "Wanna know how you can kill someone with a knife when you're on defense?"

Me: "I'm feeling pretty peaceful right now, so maybe another day."

Him: "Wanna know how a lion kills a sheep by biting its throat?"

Me: "No."

Him: "Wanna know how a scorpion kills a human with its poison?"

Me: "I already know that, I love scorpions."

Him: "We both like to see people try to bring us down and how much they hate us when they don't succeed. We're both just as sadistic. Want to team up and work together against them?"

Me: "Nah honey, I'm already ruling my own empire."

Him: "Damnit!"

(he didn't say that to me, but another person: "I've gone to heaven and I don't like it there, because it's boring. I prefer hell, because I like chaos" and "satan is my friend and we often have tea")

Him: "What's your opinion........ About war?"

Me: "Not right now."

Him: "Well, I think-" *proceeds to tell me anyway*

Him: "Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty, therefore corruption."

Me: "I don't know man, I usually just call her a slut, because she's done so many shitty things to people who didn't deserve it."

Him: "Corruption."

Me: "Beauty and sex aren't bad-"

Him: "Corruption."

Him: "Fools.... They'll take these to their graves."

Me: "Yeah, fuck material things, focus on feeling happy inside."

Him: "There's no happiness."

Me: "Have you tried-"

Him: *goes on a rant about how shitty the world is and how there's nothing but greed and lust and pride and if someone heard what's on his mind, they'd tremble—he was terrifying me at this point, I worried be was actually a psychopath and his eyes were full of hatred and HOLY SHIT HOW I DIDN'T LEAVE MY BONES THERE ON THE SPOT*

Him: *proceeds to tell me about how you can kill someone and how the anatomy of this murder would work with graphic details, while another guy I was hanging out with (this one was really nice) was trying to eat his burger in peace*

Him: "Women have much more flexible bodies than men, but I'm different from a normal human. I'm much more flexible." *Gets up from the bench and points to his spine* "This is so flexible, like a zombie." *Takes a position which I can't describe, because words are nor enough* *starts making sounds like his possessed and making everyone waking down the street turn to look at us*

The nice guy: "Why are you making that sound?"

Me: "And did you just say zombies are flexible?"

Him: *making more creepy sounds I'm surprised I didn't hear in my nightmares last night.*

Him: "When you get famous in the future for your books, I'm gonna be so happy I knew you, I'll jump off a cliff."

Me: "I wouldn't want you to go that far."

Him: "Dionysus is satan and evil."

Me: "Can you leave my boy Dionysus alone? He'd be my bestie if he was real."

Him: "No. You listen to me. You don't want to do this."

Him: "If danger ever arises, tell me and I'll call my people from all around the world to kill them. I want to see their pain and chaos."

From now on, I'll be digging a hole to hide in until he passes by and I'll hold my breath just in case so he doesn't find me.💀

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tenisperfection · 2 years

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Buck and glass doors, a 5x17 spec drabble-Buck/Eddie

Buck considers it seriously for a second.

This is not your childhood trauma, Buck.

Taylor’s words from all those months ago echo in his brain as Buck opens incognito mode on his browser and types: LAX to El Paso.

He doesn’t know the three-letter code for El Paso. It seems laughable that given everything he knows about Eddie, he doesn't know this one tiny detail about the place that brought him to life.

A round trip booked last minute would cost him nearly four hundred dollars, but it's the blue tab titled "Round trip" that draws Buck away from his stupor.

Eddie had booked a round trip. Eddie did not drive to Texas.

"It's a nice drive," Buck remarks as Eddie packs the green henley that Buck loves on him into his carry-on.

Eddie hums. "I figured a flight would get me there and back home the fastest. Plus I'm not really in the mood for a solo road trip right now."

Buck closes the tab.

***

He comes clean with Taylor a day before Eddie is due back home. It's not pretty, but Buck feels strangely light as he shoves three duffel bags worth of clothes and necessities into the backseat of his jeep and drives home with red eyes.

Eddie doesn't have to offer before Buck drives his jeep to his house, but Eddie offers anyway. His texts have been regular, if not terribly detailed, and Buck has unfailingly sent back updates and pictures and once, just once the night after Eddie left, a text that only says Miss you.

Eddie had texted back five minutes later. Miss you too.

Buck only goes inside once he sees Eddie's text. You know you can stay as long as you want. Sorry, we can talk right now if you want or when I'm back tomorrow night. We should go to Ikea and get a bed.

Okay, Buck responds, feeling a little faint as he grabs his three duffel bags and steps inside.

***

Buck can wait in the car right outside baggage claim at the Arrivals level. He knows this. Logically, he also knows that Eddie can get an Uber back, and that might be less of a hassle than Buck circling the terminal until Eddie's flight deplanes. He knows this too.

He pulls into short-term parking instead, which seems to be the smartest option considering the endless loop of traffic he will otherwise be stuck in.

Buck pretends that he wouldn't have done it even if it was the worst option in the world.

Christopher had wanted to come but Eddie's flight lands an hour before school lets out. So Buck walks through the glass doors alone and into the bustling chaos of baggage claim, giant suitcases being wrangled off of the conveyor belts by exhausted bodies. He has fun for a couple of minutes tracking an obnoxiously purple bag circling baggage claim five before he spots him.

Eddie is already looking at him.

Buck smiles as Eddie approaches, wheeling his maroon carry-on behind him. He's wearing Buck's favorite green henley.

"Buck," Eddie says as he comes to a halt in front of him.

"Hi," Buck breathes. His cheeks feel like they'll soon hurt from how much he's smiling. "Did you know I was coming?"

Eddie blinks as if the question just occurred to him.

"I don't know," he says a little wondrously. "Now that I think about it, I didn't consider that you wouldn't."

I know you wouldn't.

Eddie brings his suitcase to an upright position before he leans in, and Buck's hands are already around Eddie's shoulders before he realizes what's happening.

"You okay?" Buck asks quietly into Eddie's neck.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks.

"I'm okay now," Buck blurts out the truth without thinking. Eddie takes his time drawing back from the circle of Buck's arms but he doesn't go far, grasping Buck's elbows. Buck wonders if anyone has ever touched the thin skin there, barely protecting the bone. It makes sense that Eddie would be the first.

"I'm okay now too," Eddie responds quietly. "We can talk on the way out of here. How's Chris?"

"He can't wait to see you. I promised him we'll go straight to dinner once we pick him up." Buck grabs the maroon suitcase as Eddie falls into step next to him.

Eddie laughs. "I can't believe he wants to eat dinner at three-thirty."

"He's ten, he wants to eat all the time."

The automatic sliding glass doors glint in the late afternoon sunlight as they step through it together. Buck doesn't look back at it. He doesn't need to, because he's stepped through them so many times now, crossed so many boundaries unwanted and unasked, but this time, just this time, he has everything he wants right by his side. This time, he thinks the glass doors might just be glass doors.

I learned a while ago, you never cross those glass doors.

"Can't wait to get home," Eddie remarks.

"Me too," Buck responds, his shoulders brushing against Eddie’s every step of the way. "Me too.”

#911fic #buddie #911 spoilers #911 fox #5b spec #buck and glass doors #anti bt #idk what this is anyway have it *throws it at all of you*

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hallelujahmeatgod · 3 years

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"Do you want to talk about it?"

KEN "DRAKEN" RYUGUJI X READER

+word count: 1580

+warning/s: cursing

+genre: kinda fluff, kinda comedic

"He's in his room and he haven't left that damn room since he arrived"

"He didn't even spare a glance around like he'd usually do, he just went straight to his room. He'd usually help around first before disappearing in there"

You nodded in understanding, looking around the brothel which just opened a few minutes ago.

The people at the brothel called you out of concern for Draken, saying he's been moody and not his usual self. They asked you if you know as to why he's acting the way he is but you haven't got a clue yourself. Quite frankly, you haven't seen Draken yourself for a few days since you've been taking care of family matters.

They asked you to come by since you haven't been in the brothel for quite a while, also to talk to Draken since none of them wanted to deal with him.

"I honestly don't have a clue, but I'll try talking to him. I tried asking Mikey about it but that kid isn’t any help either" You replied, giving them a soft smile for reassurance.

You asked Mikey about Draken before you went to the brothel but that kid just gave you a petty answer, so you're convinced that they're not the bestest of friends right now.

"Honestly, what would we do without you? Anyway, go and talk to his moody ass cause he's getting a little annoying for our liking. Then when you guys are done come out here and let's catch up and eat the snacks you bought!"

You nodded and made your way to his room. Thankfully he didn't lock his door so you were able to just enter. You were expecting to see him splayed on his bed or be working out but he's nowhere to be seen.

"Ken" You called out softly. No reply.

You set your school bag on the ground and walked further into his room. Just when you're about to walk past the bathroom you hear water gently splashing a bit inside.

You slowly opened the door and there he was in the tub, head resting back on the tub facing the ceiling, with his eyes closed. You can tell he's not relaxed at all because of the tensed muscles on his arm and his furrowed brows.

"That tub looks relaxing yet there you are still looking like you're about to fight someone" You said to get his attention. You leaned on the door frame as his eyes shot open.

"Y-Y/n" He said, looking a bit surprised, sitting up straight from the tub.

"Ken" You gave him a small smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"Am I not allowed here anymore?" You asked not too seriously.

"You are. You always are. It's just that you seem busy these days" He looked down at the water.

"I'm sorry for not being around, Ken" You gave him an apologetic look.

He shook his head lightly, still looking down at the water. "No need, I understand"

You stayed silent and just observed him. How he's looking intensely at the water, that you swear he could probably boil that water right now just by staring at it. How he's muscles are still nowhere near relaxed. How his breathing isn't steady. How his brows are still furrowed. And how his lips pout a little bit.

You pushed yourself from the door frame, walked up to him and crouched down beside the tub so that you're eye level with him.

"Ken, what's troubling you?" You asked, putting your hand on his nape and caressing it.

He slowly looked at you, looking vulnerable. A sight no one often gets to see, even you. It honestly pains you a little to see such a look from such a strong, stern man who's always got his composure.

He sighs, leaned over the tub and drops his head on your shoulder. "I-I... I'm just not that okay nowadays. I don’t even know anymore.” He admitted.

You hummed in understanding, caressing his nape all the way to his hair, pulling his hair tie to let his hair loose. You ran your hand through his hair, untangling some knots, and for the first time since you saw him he relaxed. You saw his shoulders drop slowly as he let out a breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's just so many things bugging my mind. Life here in the brothel, the gang, and other things. It's just one of those phases wherein everything dawns upon you" He sighs, lifting his head just to hide it on the crook of your neck.

"I texted Mikey before going here and he just gave me a petty reply. That also bothering you?" You asked, massaging water on his head to hopefully help him cool down.

"Yeah, we ended up arguing cause he’s not in a good mood and so am I. It's all just chaos in my head right now really" He groans, lifting his arms from the tub and wrapping them around you. You're a little soaked now but you didn't mind, all that matters is him.

He hugged you tighter and tighter until you guys were literally flushed against each other, soaking you more.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I badly wanted to just go to you, to seek refuge in you and just to lay and hold you like this, to calm my mind. But I knew you were dealing with family stuff and that it means a lot to you, so I just bottled it all in."

"It's okay" You pulled away just enough to see his face. You held his face in your hand and caressed his cheeks. "I'm sorry I wasn't around. But now I'm here, you don't have to go through such tough times on your own. It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, just take your time, I’ll wait for you'' You smiled, making him smile. You kissed the corner of his mouth making him roll his eyes. He pulled you on a proper kiss, sighing against your lips.

"Thank you" He said when you pulled away. "Thank you for always being by my side and showing me affection even though I tend to suck at it and sharing my feelings. Just how would I repay you"

"Repay me by relaxing properly, dropping the attitude towards other people, and reconciling with Mikey" He groaned at the last part which made you chuckle.

"What? You'd be doing the gang a favor if you take the initiative, Ken. We all know Mikey wouldn't dare do it, and the longer you guys aren't besties the more agonizing it'll be for the rest of the gang. Imagine the captain and the vice captain being petty, ugh, I already feel bad for all of them" You said humorously, making him pull away completely and sit back on the tub as he pouts.

"I'm always doing it." He pouted even more.

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "You know Mikey can be an extreme kid when he's not beating up someone."

"Why do I always have to be the bigger person?" He said under his breath.

"I mean you are 6'1 and Mikey's only 5'3"

"You're lame" He immediately countered before laughing lightly, making you laugh too. If being lame means you'll get to hear this giant laugh, well maybe being lame isn’t too bad.

"IS THAT THE GIANT'S LAUGH THAT I HEAR?!" You heard someone say from the outside. Suddenly the door burst open revealing Remi.

Draken rolled his eyes, flipping her off and she flipped him off too.

"Now that the giant doesn't seem like an asshole anymore Y/n let's go and catch up!" She grinned, pulling you up and out of the bathroom, not giving you time to reply.

"Hey! You can't just take her away!" Draken protested, standing up from the tub quickly wrapping his towel around his waist.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you, restricting Remi from pulling you away. He and Remi immediately looked at each other with daggers as they kept on pulling you. At this point they could definitely cut your body in half.

"Well I already am, what are you gonna do about it?" Remi spat.

"Umm….Pull her away from you? You midget" Draken spat back but more calmly, which is honestly annoying. It's always the most annoying when people talk back in a calm manner...or is that just me?

"At least I'm not as moody as you. You act way worse than a woman on her period or a pregnant lady!"

They went back and forth with you still in between them. For every comeback they kept on pulling you.

"OKAY! Kindly shut the fuck up you two?" You smiled sarcastically at both of them, pulling your arms from them. They both pouted and huffed like little kids, turning away from each other.

"I'll go with Remi now since it has been a while since I saw them." You said, making Remi light up and Draken give you an offended look.

"WHAT--" Draken was about to protest but Remi burst into laughter pulling you to the door. You shrugged at Draken as he gave you a narrowed look and mouthed "traitor"

"Oh-- and when you're done, change the bulb in the lounge room, jerk!" She stuck her tongue out.

"Seriously, when will I ever catch a break-- you know what? Just get out you two!" He groaned, making you and Remi laugh.

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jackson--t · 3 years

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The last one turns off the light

Summary: On the day of Ragnar's funeral, the family reunites - but even before that, chaos begins. When the Lothbroks brothers get together, the world turns upside down - and not only funny things will come out.

Words: ~ 3.7 k.

Pairings/tags: please look up at AO3, too much for here. We have one crossover pairing, which will be Ubbe x Eggsy (Kingsman). And obviously, Heahmund x Ivar. 🤣

This story is a comforter for me and hopefully entertaining for you. 🖤 Other updates follow this week, since I had a light down. xD

If you want to be tagged in this one, tell me please. 🥰 I always feel so uncormfortable tagging people and thinking they don't like all of my weird stuff, lovely @youbloodymadgenius 🤣❤.

Chapter 1: Of canapès and barking dogs.

Bjorn, Torvi & Sigurd

It was not a nice day, Bjorn had known that from the beginning. Going to funerals was never easy - but holding his father's at his mother-in-law's house was. He had always believed that Ragnar would grow much older - and that the day he died would be peaceful.

But the house of Aslaug had been strangely restless for days. Sigurd had already arrived and had taken possession of the guest room next to Torvi and Bjorn's - his other brothers would soon follow. Bjorn folded the note in his hand lightly and sighed softly. He had read through the words a thousand times, and yet he kept getting stuck.

"I don't know why Aslaug wants me to give the speech," he said softly to Torvi, and she smiled slightly. Her hands softly stroked Bjorn's back, and her voice was like velvet against his ear.

"Because you're the oldest, that's why."

"Everyone will think that Ivar will hold it. After all, he's the famous author."

"Don't worry about that, you know people love you."

Bjorn creased the notes in his hand a little and turned his gaze again to the scrawled words. "My father was a great man. He was born in Kattegat in 1968. Kattegat is known for fishing and... God Torvi, it sounds like a school lecture. Ivar should do it."

"Be brave, Bjorn.", Torvi muttered to him, when suddenly the door opened.

"Are there, the guys with the coffin. With Dad." Sigurd said, who was still talking through the door before he could even open it with a rumble. Bjorn clicked his tongue.

"Still haven't learned to knock, huh?" he hissed, and Sigurd rolled his eyes.

"I don't care, now get down here. Mom's going to freak out - you know how sensitive she is."

"Then she shouldn't have done the funeral here in her house."

"I'll say three words to that: lazy old woman."

"Sigurd!"

Sigurd laughed lightly, and nodded to Bjorn, who slowly rose from the bed and placed his notes on the nightstand. "Come, Torvi."

It was not an easy step that Bjorn took down the stairs, together with Sigurd and Torvi. The last time he had seen his father alive, everything had been fine: he had sat in front of the TV in the evening and watched a game with Bjorn. It had been quiet hours, and the last touch Bjorn actively remembered was the light feeling of Ragnar's fingers on his forearm when he had told him a good joke. Ragnar had laughed so loudly that there had been tears in his eyes - it had been a lovely evening.

Bjorn had long wondered if those last moments were enough, enough to be last words. He should perhaps have said an "I love you," something that expressed his deep admiration for this man. But one never knew when those were the last words - and when Bjorn saw the heavy oak coffin standing in the living room, along with the funeral home staff, his heart felt heavy. It was like lead, as if all the weights were pulling down the otherwise strong and heavy body. But he remained strong, even when he saw how Sigurd became slightly pale around the nose.

Nevertheless, with a quiet clearing of his throat and a respectful nod to the staff, he stood in front of the coffin and opened it with a slight, barely audible movement.

An iron silence spread, and one could almost feel the oppressive heaviness as Björn stared into the coffin. The funeral home staff lowered their heads in reverence as Bjorn suddenly said dryly, "That's not my father."

The silence around the room changed as the employees looked first at each other, and then at Bjorn, who still kept his gaze fixed on the coffin.

One of the staff came around and looked at the dead man, then opened his mouth.

"Oh God, that's really the wrong one. Guys, we put the wrong one in the coffin. We're terribly sorry, Mister Lothbrok - we'll be right back."

Torvi and Bjorn watched the men as they took the coffin back outside; then Bjorn exhaled deeply.

Sigurd in the corner behind them let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, if this is how the funeral is going to start, it's going to be cheerful. A bad omen."

"Don't say that!" Bjorn hissed, and Sigurd just snarled.

"It already started when Ivar said he was bringing his weird drug friend."

"He's a pharmacist, you monkey."

"Same thing, he sells drugs to old people. Maybe he can mix some in the punch."

“Sigurd!"

"What?"

"A little more respect." Torvi said annoyed, while Bjorn exhaled deeply.

"My respect just sailed out with the wrong daddy."

"Oh man. Please let this day go by quickly and without a hitch," Bjorn muttered, trying not to think about the mess that had ensued last Christmas when Ivar and Sigurd had fought over dessert and had destroyed one window.

"The day is guaranteed to be a disaster. Just think who's all coming together here today. They don't say the Lothbroks are all crazy for nothing. And if Ivar says a stupid thing about Martha, I'll punch him in the face!" Sigurd snarled; he took one of the canapés, but got lightly smacked on the fingers by Aslaug, who had joined in quietly and silently.

"Don't!"

"I'm hungry, though."

"You wait until everyone gets here!" Aslaug hissed; one could tell she wasn't feeling well. Torvi silently accompanied her to the kitchen again, while Bjorn sat down next to Sigurd's armchair with a snort.

"I'm so going to fail. Why isn't Ivar giving the speech?" he muttered; he also took a canapé, as did Sigurd, who by now had rested his legs on the little table next to him.

"It doesn't matter, no one will listen anyway. Everyone will blubber. Besides, he's bringing his friend, that fucking Brit. He won't talk in front of him, I bet you."

"All right, let him. They've been together for a long time."

"Yeah, while Ubbe will end up an old maid."

"You too."

The brothers looked at each other, then they both laughed. And although it was not a fitting day for laughter, they both couldn't help it. They were only interrupted when Aslaug came storming out of the kitchen and slapped them both on the knuckles for eating too many of the canapés.

§-----§-----§

Ubbe, Hvitserk, Ivar, Heahmund & Eggsy

"Which house was it again?" Ubbe asked, drawing his eyebrows together; Ivar yawned slightly as he looked out the window at the passing houses. He already knew the area by heart, had already spent so many hours driving to and from Heahmund's house - and not just because of Heahmund. Heahmund's little brother Eggsy was Ivar's age, and the two had been best friends for a long time. It had been rather inappropriate when Ivar had confessed to him one day that he fancied his older brother - but after Eggsy had punched him in the face for it during a visit to a club, to be fair, they had been best friends again.

"That one up front. You know that house, you drove me here so many times!" Ivar snarled; Ubbe just snorted softly.

"Yeah, it was dark back then, and you were drunk."

"Alcohol is my muse. And a naked Heahmund."

"No, Ivar. Please don't. At least today. He's a pharmacist, isn't he?"

Ivar rolled his eyes slightly and exhaled in annoyance, then nodded slightly. He ran a hand through his hair while his gaze was fixed on his older brother.

"Yeah, you know that too," he grumbled, and Ubbe shrugged.

"Do you think he can take a look at my wrist? There's all this discoloration on it."

"Ubbe, please. He's a pharmacist, not a doctor," Hvitserk interjected, who was sitting in the back seat.

Ivar knew that his older brother was very upset inside. Ivar felt it the same way - when he had learned of Ragnar's death, a part of his world had collapsed. It had taken him a long time to come to terms - a long time, and a handful of Heahmund's best pills. That had helped. When Ivar saw the slightly clouded look on Hvitserk's face in the rearview mirror, he bit his lower lip lightly.

"But he deals with pills, he knows what I can take!" Ubbe replied irritably.

"Eggsy deals, Heahmund thinks it sucks," Ivar said, amused, turning his gaze back outside.

"Why can they even do that? Eggsy looks like the last spade."

"Ay!"

"Ain't that the truth."

"Maybe Heahmund will have some pills for you in a minute, Hvitty. You look really pale," Ivar said quietly; his bright eyes found Hvitserk's, and he clearly saw his brother forcing a smile.

"I just have a stomachache, after all, and a little dizziness. I'll be fine."

"Here we are," Ubbe said, and the three brothers got out of the car.

The house was in a somewhat quieter corner of the town and was a veritable palace; it had been expensive, for Heahmund and Eggsy's parents were both doctors. Heahmund had confessed to Ivar once long ago that he knew he was a disappointment to them as an apothecary - but Ivar had always encouraged him. Heahmund loved working with chemicals, and the fact that he had fallen in love with him, well - Ivar clearly owed a bit of that to his love of Eggsy's forbidden tablets. Ivar remembered it clearly - an Iggy Pop concert, drunk to the point of no return, and he had dared to kiss Heahmund for the first time.

He remembered hot fingers on his body, wet and sweaty bodies pressing against each other, loud and booming music in his ears, vibrating on his skin.

But that quickly disappeared as Ubbe pressed the button on the bell and waited with his two brothers. It took a moment, but then a grinning Eggsy opened the door.

"Holla, we don't actually buy anything at the door," he said, and Ivar laughed. He chimed in with Eggsy and went into the house, with Ubbe and Hvitserk following. For a moment Eggsy and Ubbe looked at each other, then Ubbe said, "Do you have anything for Hvitty's stomachache?"

"Hmm. I don't know... I'll go see. Hold on. Oh, Ivar - Heahmund's in the shower, he'll be right there in a minute," Eggsy replied, winking at Ivar, who again bit his lip lightly before catching Ubbe's shocked look.

"Ivar, I dare you. You're wearing your fancy suit, Dad gave you that one at the time for your first book launch. If it gets wet-" Ubbe muttered, and Ivar snorted.

"What, it's just water!"

"I think Ubbe once again couldn't get it into his mouth that he means the cum stains that are on your suit afterwards when Heahmund has... wiped himself on your lips," Hvitserk threw into the round and was rewarded by a punch in the neck from Ubbe and a hearty laugh from Ivar.

"I'll wash your filthy mouth out in a minute... Ah, look. Here's some paracetamol, you can take it, can't you?" Ubbe said, holding up a brown little box with the words written all over it in a very slightly scuffed way. Ivar raised his eyebrows as Ubbe tossed the little tin to Hvitserk.

"Hmm, okay... I'll take these without water, not that my suit will get "wet" yet," Hvitserk muttered, and Ivar nudged him lightly.

"Stop it now, I'm shitting myself laughing. But I'm really going to see where Heahmund is," he said, and went up the stairs to the upper floors. Hvitserk swallowed his pills while Ubbe wandered lightly up and down the hallway, looking at the photos on the wall.

It had taken Ubbe a long time to accept Heahmund and Ivar's relationship. Heahmund was an educated and kind man, but Ubbe thought him far too old for Ivar. He knew his little brother and his moods, and also his volatility. It was a real miracle that the relationship had lasted two years by now - which was surely due to Ubbe always keeping an eye on Ivar. Even Ragnar had taken a while to get along with Heahmund. Not as a mate, not as a man - but as the boyfriend at Ivar's side. He had always seen his son in the arms of pretty women, but never in the arms of another man who could almost be his father himself.

Ubbe's eyes wandered over the many photos on the wall and lingered on a family photo. It was visible that they were a well-heeled, wealthy family - only Eggsy stood out, as always. The boy was just like them with Ivar, the nestling, the baby - and the spawn of hell. Even though Ubbe really liked Eggsy's grin, and his blunt, British humor.

"What do you think it's going to be like today? Wow, are the walls yellow here.", Hvitserk said quietly; Ubbe directed his gaze to the beige wall, but only raised his eyebrows. It was nothing new that Hvitserk had lousy taste when it came to color naming.

"Well... it's dad. I'm sure it won't be pretty. I can't wait to see how Bjorn's speech turns out."

"Why isn't Ivar holding it?" Hvitserk said; as the two looked at each other, Hvitserk lightly stroked the wall with his fingers. Ubbe smiled briefly; he put a hand on Hvitserk's shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter either, he's the oldest, and he'll do fine. It was mother's wish. And Dad would have loved it. We'll all be together again," he said quietly, and Hvitserk nodded silently.

He was about to say something when Eggsy came down the stairs. He tossed a small can to Ubbe and winked. "Here, paracetamol."

"It's all good Eggs, we've already had some. It was okay, right? There were some lying here, we really only took two."

Eggsy's grin disappeared from his face; he was about to say something when Ivar and Heahmund came down the stairs.

"Hello, you two!" Heahmund said; he was smiling, but he placed his hand lightly comfortingly on Ubbe's shoulder, who smiled only slightly. "I'm really very sorry."

"It's okay. It's part of life, isn't it?" Ubbe replied; he waited until Heahmund removed his hand, and then cleared his throat, not without another quick glance at the slightly distraught Eggsy.

"I'll go start the car. Eggsy, are you going to ride with us?"

"Who... me? Nah, I'll... um... drive myself later, I've got stuff to do," he said, forcing a soft smile.

When Ubbe was out the door and the others were about to follow, Eggsy stood in front of the door. He pushed it shut lightly and looked at the three, who eyed him in slight confusion.

"Eggs, what are you doing? Make room.", Ivar snarled and grabbed Eggsy by the shoulder, but the latter just pushed him away slightly.

"Honestly - Hvit - how many of those pills did you take?" he said harshly, and Hvitserk snorted.

"Two, why? And you guys should repaint your house, that yellow paint really stings in the eyes."

"FUCK." Eggsy said, and Heahmund grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What do you mean with fuck, Eggsy? Do you have like... no. Don't tell me you..."

"Yeah… I did."

"What's wrong?" Ivar interjected, whose gaze had so far only wandered back and forth between the two.

"The pills.” Eggsy murmured, holding up the brown tin.

"Paracetamol, it says. Are you stupid?" Hvitserk said, and Eggsy opened his mouth.

"That's really a bit inappropriate now, huh... These aren't paras."

A rough hand reached into Eggsy's shirt, and Heahmund pushed his younger brother hard back against the door. "What do you mean Eggsy?!"

"I was... experimenting, it was supposed to be for tonight, I... I named it xylitol x10."

"What."

"What?"

"Is that why the walls are so fucking yellow?!" Hvitserk shouted, trying to jump towards Eggsy, but Ivar held him back.

"I'm sorry, but you don't just eat any fucking pills lying around somewhere either -"

"It had paracetamol on it, you asshole!!!"

"Yeah, you think I'd write party drug on it?"

"STOP!" Heahmund yelled between them, holding the boys apart; he could feel exactly how tense Hvitserk and Ivar were breathing.

"What's in it, Eggsy?" Heahmund asked, and all eyes turned to the young Englishman. Eggsy fussed, running a hand down the back of his neck, then muttering lightly.

"Well, this and that...I didn't...quite calculate that."

"Hallucinogens?" Heahmund grumbled; he still had his brother in stitches, and Eggsy nodded slightly.

"Everything. Stimulants, sleeping pills, painkillers. It's supposed to get you high on a new level."

It took a moment before Hvitserk let out a slight cry of panic and went for Eggsy's throat; Ivar interposed himself but gave Eggsy a deadly look.

"How long does it last?" he asked frantically, and Eggsy opened his lips slightly. It took him a moment before he quietly replied, "Twelve hours?"

Hvitserk was about to go after Eggsy again, but this time Heahmund joined in.

"THAT MEANS I'M GOING COMPLETELY HIGH AND FUCKED UP ON MY FATHER'S FUNERAL?" Hvitserk shouted, and Eggsy shrugged slightly.

"That... yeah, something like that. But it won't be so bad, because… you just won't notice anything."

"Eggsy, this is going to be trouble. Shit, what do we do now? Ubbe doesn't have a clue, does he?"

Ivar bit his lower lip lightly, still looking at his best friend. He knew that Eggsy had never done this on purpose, guaranteed, and that he had simply wanted to resell the pills. They had done it so many times, together, to really kick ass at festivals - if Ragnar or Ubbe had ever known that, and Heahmund - oh, Ivar was sure he would end up in hell. But he stuck by Eggsy, who by now was really pale around the nose.

"We'll work it out. We can say he's allergic to the pills because they were... expired."

"Ivar, that's... Ubbe will never believe that. He himself is so..."

"We have no choice."

Hvitserk pressed his head against Ivar's shoulder and let out a low snort; his hands clawed tightly into the suit of Ivar's shoulder, and Ivar patted his head lightly.

"Well, at least... the funeral won't be so bad for you then." he said, catching an indignant look from Heahmund, which he only returned with a shrug.

"We have no choice, like I said."

A honk sounded outside, and all four flinched violently; Hvitserk raised his eyes, already looking slightly dreamy.

"Fuck... Eggsy, get changed and join us as soon as you can. It's best if Hvitserk drinks a lot of water to get that stuff out. God, Eggsy...you must be from the mailman.", Heahmund said with a slight frown.

"Shut up, it wasn't like I wanted this!"

"It's okay now." Ivar said, taking Hvitserk's forearm in his hand; he guided his brother easily while Eggsy opened the front door.

"You just have to pretend everything's okay long enough. So Ubbe won't notice anything, because he'll kill Eggsy, me and Heahmund then. And with his kind, himself, too," Ivar added; he held Hvitserk tightly as he pulled slightly towards the flowerbed.

"The flowers smell like butter."

"Sure, everybody knows that," Ivar said, turning in a panic to Eggsy, who stood like a little pale something in the front doorway, watching the three of them get into Ubbe's car.

He raised his arm ever so slightly and with compressed lips nodded to Ubbe, who waved at him. Only when the car turned the corner slightly did he flee back into the house in a panic.

The first few miles through the city in the car were silent; until Ubbe cleared his throat and looked at the slightly cramped Heahmund and Ivar in the back seat through the mirror.

"Everything’s good? What else did you do inside?" he asked, and Ivar and Heahmund looked at each other slightly. Then Ivar put on a warm smile.

"I was arguing with Eggs about what he should wear. He refuses to wear a suit."

"Haha yeah, that’s my little... cutie... brother.", Heahmund laughed, and got a firm jab from Ivar in the ribcage for it - which Ubbe luckily didn't see because he had to brake hard. An elderly couple walked across the intersection, and Hvitserk suddenly looked around in confusion.

"Wasn't there a dog in here just now?" Hvitserk said, mouth agape; Ubbe at the steering wheel drew his eyebrows together, while Ivar and Heahmund exchanged brief glances in the back seat.

"What?" Ubbe asked, snorting in amusement, while Ivar lightly bit his lower lip. Hvitserk's gaze turned towards Ubbe in confusion, and he stared at his older brother slightly absently.

"There was a dog barking in here just now, wasn't there?"

"Hvitty what the... did you take dr...?" Ubbe began, but Ivar interrupted him frantically, putting his hand on Ubbe's shoulder from behind.

"Aren't we almost there?" he said with pointed curiosity, and Ubbe turned his gaze skeptically to the road. "Yes, in a minute," he said, giving Ivar a puzzled look through the rearview mirror. But his youngest brother only smiled an exaggeratedly broad and hearty smile, while Hvitserk pressed his head against the window, smiling slightly.

"You guys are acting weird. But today it’s okay. After all, today is an important day, and it's finally another day when the whole family gets to be together loving each other. If only Dad could see us like this," Ubbe said quietly, albeit with a soft, crooked smile at the corner of his mouth.

If only dad could see us.

Ivar's hands clenched slightly, and he exhaled softly. His brother was doped up on whatever drugs Eggsy had made up makeshift from his pharmacy studies. Bjorn would make a beastly speech, Ivar knew, even though it hurt his heart to think of his oldest brother that way. Sigurd and he would quarrel, and even that day hold grudges against each other. Ivar would show up at his father's funeral with his boyfriend, whom not many knew yet. Aunt Helga would have a heart attack. Ubbe would have a crisis as soon as he realized that Hvitserk hadn't just taken paracetamol. Oh yes, if only dad could see us.

But it was Heahmund's warm hands that closed around his and held him tightly; very tightly, so that Ivar immediately felt safe and comfortable. He glanced at his partner, and Heahmund smiled encouragingly at him. At least he was there - because with him, Ivar felt complete.

Even if his brother in the passenger seat wore a slight thread of drool in the corner of his mouth and was guaranteed to be fantasizing about yellow walls and butter-smelling flowers, and imaginary dogs barking in the car.

#vikings #modern au #heahmund x ivar #eggsy unwin #ivar the boneless #heavar #hvitserk lothbrok #family #crossover fanfiction #fanfiction

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ItaIno fics recommendations? I'm looking for some good story about them but I'm not able to find any.

You’re at the right spot.

I’m currently working on ItaIno story of my own. In short - it’s about Ino joining the Akatsuki. It’s called Something to live for.

Summary: Sick of her miserable life in Konoha where she is labeled as Sasuke's bitch, Ino is easily tempted by Itachi to join the Akatsuki. She is trained to become a killer, her obedience to Pain has no limits, as well as her love towards all the members, especially Itachi.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12808686/1/Something-to-live-for

Summary: Mass murderer Uchiha Itachi is forced to face his own mortality because of his stubborn captive. Why can’t he break her? And is there something called perfection, anyway? Soon she teaches him.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3013780/1/My-Mortality

Summary: Of all the people Uchiha Itachi could be jealous of, it had to be his little brother And over a little blonde girl, no less.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3062288/1/Little-Blonde-Girl

Summary: To Ino, people are like marionettes with no strings. After making her own strings, Ino unwilling uncovers a hidden agenda, inevitably bringing about her own downfall.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3109210/1/Broken-Glass-Syndrome

This is a collection of 10 one-shots.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2675857/1/A-Girls-Light-And-His-Darkness

Summary: Perhaps Itachi left something more than only Sasuke when he left the village after murdering his clan... Perhaps a certain blonde girl.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3219856/1/Left-Behind

This is one very short one-shot.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3226272/1/Damn-You

Summary: Each day is exactly the same. I wake up to him each morning and cook him breakfast then he goes off to train with his friends and I am left alone. He comes home a few hours later drunk and enraged and beats me. An SasuInoIta love triangle.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3289856/1/Confusion-Of-The-Teenage-Heart

Summary: In this game of Cat and Mouse, he was the predator and she was his plaything.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3399029/1/Predator-and-Prey

One-shot.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3503143/1/Forbidden-Love

Summary: Itachi will do anything to get Ino, but does that mean ruining her life?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3529093/1/A-Tortured-Love

Summary: She loved him, of all the people, of all the men to love. She only truly loved him and only him. It once a long time ago, she had stumbled upon his beautiful eyes, the most beautiful eyes, and the most beautiful shade of crimson.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3656096/1/Most-beautiful-eyes

Summary: Standing at a tree branch outside her window, his eyes lamenting over his loss but he knew better. He knew that it wasn’t right to love her.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3671045/1/Most-Beautiful-Kunoichi

It’s a collection of Ino one-shots. Itachi is chapter 5.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3540754/1/Ino-s-Harem

Summary: When Ino finds out Sakura and Sasuke are dating, she dates Itachi. Only thing is, he's not that caring.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3854354/1/Ino-s-Broken-Wing

Summary:Itachi finds Ino on Akatsuki ground and goes to kill her. Sasuke watches in the background.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3994201/1/A-Tempting-Enticement

Summary:Sasuke has moved passed wanting to get revenge on itachi, and decided to focus his attention on his studies and girls. theres one girl in particular,but theres just one problem: she's sleeping wth itachi!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4051753/1/You-blew-your-chance

Summary:Itachi kidnaps Ino because he thinks he may have feelings for her. And after a while, Ino starts to enjoy the utter chaos at the Akatsuki base. But why isn't Tsunade allowing anyone to go after Ino? What was the deal between her and Itachi?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4426778/1/When-I-m-Gone

Summary:The Lake was a place where she could run off to...to think, to just let go of everything inside. The Lake was the place she had her first kiss, and now then years later, her first kiss is telling her the Lake's her mother. What a load of bull...

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4502478/1/The-Lake

Summary:There must have been a time when I loved him...

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5019974/1/When-I-Was-the-Queen-of-Konoha-High

Summary:Itachi and Ino are completely different. Or are they? What has happened for these two to cross paths? What is Deidara's part in this?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4889031/1/Assassin-of-the-Rose

Summary:Collection of Ino one-shots. ItaIno are: 5, 9, 17, 21, 22

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4214918/1/Ino-Oneshots

Summary:Ino meets Itachi while trying to get her favorite brush back from Sasuke. What happens after they meet?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4757045/1/Is-This-Love-Maybe-For-Her

Summary: Ino and Itachi go camping but sudden rainfall ruins their hike. Since they didn't get to set up two tents they end up sharing one. Quick, lemony one-shot, pure and simple.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6821533/1/Camp-Hot-Hands

Summary: Ino goes to the Uchiha household to tutor Sasuke. Sasuke ends up ditching and Ino's stuck with Itachi due to a storm. And, of course, Ino's afraid of the thunder! How will Itachi comfort her? Rated for lemon, quick one-shot.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6821544/1/Uchihas-Love-the-Thunder

Summary: Was he looking through her, or was he simply melting away at her body heat?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9303998/1/Warm

Summary: The latest story about them that I read. Highly recommend. Ino's the new girl in school and falls for the most popular guy, Itachi Uchiha. But, he's an apathetic lady's man whom seems to be playing with her feelings. On which side of the line will her feelings for him lye?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6876804/1/The-Thin-Line

Summary: Ino meets Itachi at the wrong but right time in her life, leaving her confused and overwhelmed with everything that is suddenly happening.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7824362/1/A-dance-with-the-devil

Summary: Ino and Itachi have been dating for a year and were going to celebrate their first Christmas. Ino thought that her problems are over when Itachi announced that they're officially dating to everyone in Konoha and when her father approved of her relationship. Sadly, a year of dating said guy did not prepare her in finding the perfect present.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10916969/1/Perfect-Christmas-or-not

Summary: Ino and her companions are in charge of investigating mysterious abductions and killings in the Hidden Mist. Little does she know that a set of lustful blood red eyes are following her every step, wanting nothing more than to claim yet another bride.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9252475/1/Bloody-Flower

Summary: Ino accidentally sends a booty text to the last person on earth she intended it for.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11294201/1/Booty-Text

Summary: Medieval times. Sasuke wants to get rid of his wife Ino so that he's free to marry his mistress Sakura. Ino is then placed in the Tower of London in the care of Itachi who is supposed to act as her prison guard.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11310244/1/White-Tower

Summary: Ino can't fight her own feelings.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3432893/1/Struggle

Summary: Collection of Ino one-shots. Itachi is 14 and 34.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11506432/1/Yamanaka-Ino

Summary: Collection of Ino one-shots. Itach is 3 and 12.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11644363/1/Ino-en-Navidad

Summary: He was like a flower; beautiful, strong, delicate and precious all at once. She wanted to see him bloom.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10917472/1/A-Gentle-Love

Sorry I couldn’t remember more. But if you’re interested in ItaIno I am in the process of making three ItaINo stories that will be published probably this week. My profile: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7551822/Korra-Morgenstern7

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