#aoe3

So, I got some bad news for peeps v.v

I lowkey haven't been feeling the spark to write 'Was Not The Hero'. Not sure why. Maybe I'm burnt out with Philip. So, I've been working on other things to kind of get myself back from feeling so burnt out.

I've also been drawing characters for an original book series I've been working on since 2001 and going to be writing a pilot version of it in November (going to be participating in that nanowrimo event to help me focus on the writing portion).

So, the bad news is too I won't be writing fanfictions in November. They will be in Hiatus. I am going to be slow in December when I return to fanfiction writing due to the holidays too, but I will do my best to write at least one more Was Not The Hero chapter and Trust Me chapter before November comes.

I want to thank everyone for the support that you peeps have given me and I will do my best not to abandon these stories cause I do love them and there is so much to tell. I am just afraid if I force myself to write them at this moment, they won't come out as the way I want them to. I want them to feel as emotional as they were before. I don't want to ruin these stories v.v

I’ve truly been loving this fic so far, I’m so excited for y’all to see what i have in store!!

read it here: x :)

The controversial chapter...

Welp, if people are going to still hate it, might as well post a snippet here lol. There is a trigger warning associated with this chapter, please read at your own discretion. 

Also guess who is posting today??? That’s right, this girl. 

Itachi traversed the length of the small living room in a few quick strides, he grabbed the suit jacket that he had previously abandoned by the cushion and managed to cover her shoulders with it just as Haru rounded the corner. His eyes were big and solemn as he surveyed the damage in the living room. Itachi’s heart constricted as the boy’s eyes came to rest upon Hinata’s back, he braced himself for the tears that were sure to come from the toddler. Haru surprised him as he fiddled with the hem of his pajama top and furrowed his little brow at the obviously broken door. 

“W-will we be able to fix it before the bad man comes back?” His whisper was barely audible, Itachi had to strain to hear it. The sob that left Hinata was much more easily discernible and palatable than the implication of the words that Haru had just whispered. 

Itachi’s eyes narrowed, burning with anger as he stared at the back of her head. He knew that this was not her fault, that she had done her best to help them both survive. He knew that there were wounds that had no explanation, that there were things she kept from him. He rationalized it, he willed his mind to find logical answers to the situation he found himself in right now. Coming up short with forgiveness for the monster that had done this to her, but also struggling to forgive her for putting Haru at risk. Rage bloomed in his chest, a flower so fragrant that it threatened to choke him with its scent. Itachi knew that Hinata was a victim, that Haru was a victim, but no amount of rationalizing could squelch the burning in his chest. 

He had been coming over for months, he had been leaving her notes for months. Asking if she needed anything, asking how she was doing. She had held entire conversations with him through that whiteboard and not once did she ever tell him… she never even hinted at this. Part of him knew that it was not her that he was angry with, that this feeling burning in his chest was directed at the monster that had done this. But his wrath blooming unbidden hinted at the impotence he felt for having done nothing to protect them. 

“Tachi…” Haru pulled at his shirt, bringing reality crashing down around him. “A-are you mad?” His soft question hit Itachi like a whip across the face, a striking reminder that he needed to control his murderous expression. “Will you…. Will you leave?” The question was asked with a resignation that made Itachi want to burn the entire building to the ground so that Haru would never have to relive the moments he spent in here. 

“Of course not Haru, I’m not going anywhere.” The words were murmured softly, sighing as he glanced at Hinata. She still had not moved from where she sat defeated on the floor, the only indication that she was even breathing was the salty smell of her tears that permeated the room. Closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Itachi quickly came to a decision. He untied his signature low ponytail, tendrils of hair had come loose during the altercation and quickly he tied his hair high on the crown of his head for once. He glanced around him and then kneeled so that he could look at Haru in the eyes. “Could you go find your mom a change of clothes? I’ll take her to the bathroom so she can get cleaned up.”