Killer Instinct - SoA FanFiciton (Hiatus)

hey guys, i know it’s been a very long time. a lot of stuff has happened in my personal life since the last time i updated, and life continues to kick the shit out of me, but i’m trying to use writing as a coping mechanism the way i used to. 

i’ve decided to rewrite killer instinct. it feels kinda lackluster when i read it compared to how i picture it when i’m writing it. i want to make myself proud by writing as well as i can, and make y’all proud by giving you something great. i want to do sam and hap justice.

i’m not sure when the new version will be posted, but i’ll keep you guys up to date. promise lol

i’ve also got a chibs series that i’ve had planned out since before i started writing killer instinct, so i’m excited to finally start writing that.

thanks so much for all the support y’all have given me in the time i’ve been gone, it’s meant so much fr

great news: i’ve made a new cover for the remake and have the first draft of the first chapter done. just want you to know i’m very serious about this rewrite

i’ve looked over the notes and general plans i had for the original (i went rogue in the og version y'all idk what i was thinking), so this remake will go in a different direction than the original, hopefully a better one.

thank you to those who continue to support, have followed recently, and those who continue to follow. i think about this story often, and not finishing it is one of my biggest writing regrets

think i might go back to my soa writing days. got a couple series in mind

AN// So, this next chapter is going to be kinda short.  Shorter than what I usually write, but its been so long and you’ve all been so patient and understanding, I figured it was the least I could do.  A small chapter is better than no chapter, right?

They silently walked into her apartment, Samira didn’t bother waiting for Happy to close the door before she kicked off her shoes.  He said nothing but raised a brow as she ventured further into her home, stripping off her blood soaked clothes along the way. Not once did she look at him on her trek to her bedroom.  

The flick of his toothpick and slight tilt of his head came naturally when she was down to her underwear, and he couldn’t help but admire the way her tattoo highlighted and worshiped her curves.  She turned the corner into the hallway and disappeared from his view.  Seconds later, her bra was on the floor of the doorway and her head popped into view, eyebrow quirked, long hair cascading over her shoulder and covering the one breast that was in his line of sight.