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⋆ Hello, I'm Ella. (She/Her - 24 - Fic Writer) ⋆
I love to write! Fanfiction & General Original Fiction both.
Platforms: AO3 | FF.net 💭
I'd love to engage with you if we are of the same fandom or love writing/reading or if you like to talk about general life shenanigans! 💜 I write mainly for crack pairs/ rare pairs. 💜
🔮 Main Fandoms 🔮
✦Naruto (I write for Sasuhina & Sasunaru) (I love ItaSaku & ItaHina)
✦Jujutsu Kaisen | ✦Attack on Titan (I write for Rivamika)
✦Fullmetal Alchemist | ✦Fairytail
Don't fight me on ships or argue about my crack ships/ rare pairs because that's just a waste of OUR time. Don't interact if you're a Palestine genocide supporter or Islamophobic.
If the world opened up beneath Hinata and swallowed her whole, she would gladly let it. Sasuke being in her business makes her feel strange. Even stranger, her growing and evolving feelings around Naruto, for the worse, even. It makes her feel like her life has been wasted.
“Being child soldiers in a whole ass war permits us to be messy in our twenties,” Ino had told her.
Hinata doesn’t like that idea.
@sasuhinamonth
Read on Ao3~
Hinata smiles kindly at those who passes her. Whether it’s her sweet sister, her lovely teammates, the townsfolk, and even Miss Mizue, who gives everyone the stink eye when they pass her as she tends to her garden beneath a large sunhat. Most get the bare minimum uptick of the corner of her lips. But there are those that she gives no such grace to.
Kiba once told her there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.
That might be true, she thinks. But it doesn’t mean she is the nicest person in the world.
That title probably belongs to Naruto. Maybe Chōji, or Lee.
But not Hinata.
There are those that she sees and cannot muster a single iota of anything except contempt. Disdain, and it shows on her face, she thought. But the only person who ever pointed it out was her sister. Perhaps her demeanor is just too frail and uninspired to conjure any such feeling of intimidation from what she could only assume was a glare on her face. In the shops, Hanabi had pointed a finger right in her face with a concerned eyebrow raised and asked, “The hell is that?”
The street was crowded and bustling, but no one could ever miss the boisterous laugh of Naruto.
Naruto, surrounded by fawning girls who endeavored his attention. Grabbed at it with their greedy little paws, something she specifically remembers Ino saying and is surprised to find herself echoing the sentiment to herself. Just girls who had always sneered and look down upon the boy, who had crossed their arms and lifted their noses to the sky, simple insults levied. Those who never really appreciated Naruto and his heart. Not like Hinata had. Not like she had from the very beginning with no strings attached. A deep fondness that she had been convinced no one could break. No man, no woman, no person.
Hinata would always love Naruto.
That’s why when she’s confronted with her new reality post-war once more and the face of Sasuke fills her vision, she nearly jumps out of her skin.
When had he returned?
“Glare any harder and you’ll seal the chakra points of everyone in a five-kilometer radius.”
“Shut up.”
The words slip off her tongue without permission, hardly held back at all. Her expression contorts into confusion and offense, as if it had been someone else who had told her to shut up. As if she hadn’t just off the cuff told Sasuke to-
Shut. Up.
If she had been an onlooker to this interaction, she probably would have found his surprised expression rather humorous. The way he tilts his head and leans back, blinks, and smirks. She turns her head so he is fully out of her line of sight.
Right now, she can only resent him for interrupting her spiraling mind. These days, she finds herself willing and ready to accept the bitterness. The escalation is welcome, she sometimes thinks, because at least anger is easier to feel than sadness.
Sadness is something she’s felt for too much of her life. Her mother. Her uncle. Her brother.
“Do you resent it?”
Hinata hasn’t bothered to look directly at Sasuke until now. His smug expression has softened, she dares to think. Even looks a little curious and she wonders just what in the world he’s doing here.
“Do you?” she asks back, quicker and snippier than she means to. Or perhaps she does mean to. She’s not sure where she lands on being snarky as she progresses into her twenties.
Silence sits, so she turns away again.
Grumpy.
She’s grumpy.
She’d never allowed herself to feel anything like that before. Being unpleasant was…well, unpleasant. That’s not something a Hyūga lady should be. Proper and generous and kind. Those were Hyūga lady qualities.
Lady Hinata is amicable.
Sasuke seems to think as much when he recoils.
Just like everyone else.
“Cranky.”
The simple word makes her jolt up and look him right in the face. His genuinely interested expression almost disarms her, but that crankiness, the grumpiness, whatever it is, wins out and she glares.
Glares at this man that made so much trouble. Glares at this man that forced the highest powers to put her friends at risk. Glares at this man that comes from a massacred family. Glares at this man that somehow came back to sanity. Glares at this man who is somehow softer than he had been as a boy.
Glares at a man she wonders deserves her empathy. Sympathy. Understanding and listening.
“Why are you even here?” she asks, gripping the siding of the brick wall she sits on. He seems to think it over a bit, even looks away and nods his head side to side.
“Can’t stand it either, I guess.”
With that, he gets up and leaves.
Hinata watches him walk away, all the way down the shops, until he reaches the neighborhoods and turns. She can’t take her eyes off it. She frowns, deeply.
She’s not sure where happiness lies, but it isn’t here.
And she’s got no idea what to do about it.
How to be happy, how to make peace.
It’s all foreign and horrible because her go to has been ambivalence.
Day 4: Belladona - The Sixth Spring - Ch#1 - SHMonth26
Everyone lived, as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't just lost a year without her. As if he did not just return from a cruelty beyond comprehension, as if his back did not ache with the unhealed wounds, as if his chest did not tighten at the silence of the gates of his village where she had always welcomed him…for years, specially the last time when she was holding a fragile flower in her hands, with the brightest smile on her face, Belladonna, she had introduced that mere plant to him, he had nodded.
Link 🔗 - The Sixth Spring: Silence of the Belladonna
The warm and towering presence of Sasuke, right in front of her, with Haru wrapped in his arms, scooted into an embrace of unyeilding love —the mere sight of that wracked her, for the kindness of her fate was a dream she never sought to even pray for.
Hiiii!! Ok I gotta ask how do u switch on and off for your stories. Looking at the poll it seems Wilted petals won over Fated promise but u just updated Fated promise so I’m guessing it’s still kinda fresh in your mind. I’m not a writer so I don’t really know if that’s true. But is there a method to the way u are able to remember different stories at close times and switch back and forth. As a reader I kinda read the last chapter before I read the new update. Idk if it’s the same for u to write, even so how do the ideas just flow through lol. I’m impressed with ur writing and the way u update stories. 💜
Good question!
Tbh, at times, it's very hard like currently because you're right, I had just updated a very anticipated chapter of Fated and now as per poll, the next has to be Wilted...so for me, shedding the vibes of Fated and getting into the groove of Wilted is being a bit hard to manage. And I don't just start randomly when I'm going through this complication, as to not jeopardize the authenticity of both the stories.
But, on the other hand, sometimes, It's extremely easy to switch. Either through playlists, or reading the previous chapters or future chapters' outlines or through pure writer's imagination.
Thank you for asking💗 and thanks for reading and liking my work💞
Ella!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! Omgggg amazing chapter of Fated Promise. I loved Haru speaking and understanding so much, Hinata bb trying her best, and the END???!!! Sasuke being the one to say “I missed you”. Just WOW??!!! Every chapter I think I couldn’t be more impressed with your writing and you go ahead and prove me wrong. The plot was incredible from the beginning, but the development of everything is extremely well done.
I was doubting right alongside Hinata when she opened the door 😭. I genuinely couldn’t believe he came back this chapter. Honestly, I still don’t believe it lol. Have I been traumatized by authors at this point? 😭 Seriously great chapter 💜
Thank you so much🙈 Have I traumatized you? I think yes. Hahaha. All my fated promise readers are severely traumatized for sure.
He came back? Did he? Or did he not?
Hehehe 😈
Thanks again for your lovely words💙 i really get happy when i put in the effort and yall bring in the response🙈✨
Fated Promise is probably my most depressing, saddest and angsty piece of work and I've written several chapters which had been hard!
But I think I'm writing the most Muted Sad chapter of the fic, the hurt in this chapter is like ...water at the lake. Rippling at times, still at times, sparkling at times, dark at times. It's like a sadness that crawls over you on a random tuesday.
I like the direction of the chapter. Because Hinata has grown a lot in the way she deals with her grief. And there is one thing which was always the case of concern for her was... Naruto's absence in Haru's life...and Sasuke's presence replacing Naruto. I LOVE THE WAY IT IS GOING TO BE PORTRAYED IN THIS CHAPTER.
I'm genuinely happy that I've kept this phase of story, in this particular direction. Naruto is always central part of FP, despite being a SH fic. I love how he is like a ghost till now but in this chapter, it's Sasuke who is the ghost for Hinata and her life.
