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owlsbride · 2 years

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Hello everyone, it's been a while since I being here writing and not posting chapters of my fics on Ao3, fics I hope you are already reading, and if you are not you only have to ask for the links because, you know, they are awesome.

But today I come to you in search of help or advice.

The thing is that I have this new idea for a story, hopefully, a one shot but I'm a Kakashi-Sakura writer and this time, and it could be my first, I would like to try a Kakashi x Fem reader or a Kakashi x You.

So my dear kakashi's fans and readers, what do you think? Should I try??? Please help me here! You know what to do right? Write to me, comment, reblog... Do whatever you want!!

I love you all

Yours

Owl’s

Disclaimer: this fanart is not mine but I love it, credit to the artist if anyone knows the owner please tell me or tag him/her, please!

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prophetworthy · 8 days

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sircharlesthepoet · 2 months

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New Writing Chapters in My Life

Why I started a weekly newsletter on Substack Sparks of the new | Pexels — Kaique Rocha Let’s go down history I’ve been writing since late 2008 or early 2009. I’ve taken myself seriously as a writer since 2015. It has been a shaky journey of giving up, asking myself about my purpose, and moments when I realized that I got the entire “writing game” figured out. Finally! The current year is…

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mouloudb13 · 1 year

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🟡 مقالتي في صحيفة القدس العربي العالمية تعرفكم على الروائية الأكثر مبيعا وترجمة في العالم: البريطانية🇬🇧 أجاثا كريستي! مولود بن زادي كاتب ومترجم وباحث مقيم في بريطانيا 🇬🇧 🔵My article in International newspaper Al Quds Al Arabi entitled "Agatha Christie: the best-selling and most translated author in the world!" #أجاثاكريستي #جامعة_عنابة #جامعةقسنطينة #جامعةسطيف #جامعات #قطريات #القاهرة #الجامعةالاردنية #مصريات #جائزة_نوبل #جامعةبغدادالجادريه #سورية #تونسيات #مغربية #جامعة_الملك_سعود #سوريات #عراقيات #جامعة_الملك_خالد #جائزة_نوبل #الامارات #supportwriters #literaryagent #literaryagentneeded #AghataChristie #mousetrap #british #englishliterature https://www.alquds.co.uk/?p=3119033 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnZtTRbt7Yg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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curiosityboughtthebook · 2 years

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Up next: The Haunting of Alejandra by @vlatinalondon 🌸 #bookstagrammers #bookcollector #curiosityboughtthebook #vcastro #thehauntingofalejandra #netgalley #arcs #nextup #supportwriters #bookish #delrey #randomhouse https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch9-V4mLDGV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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witcherfan · 2 years

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nanowrimo · 1 year

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Five Tips for Memoir Writing When the Words Feel Too Hot to Touch

Memoir writing can be powerful, but often times, requires the writer to look back on difficult times in their lives. NaNo Participant Emily Henderson talks about her own experiences with memoirs and gives tips on navigating painful experiences.

Content Warning: Death of a child to cancer.

I've been working on a memoir for what feels like 1000 years. In the beginning, I wrote about how, by the time I was 18, I lost both of my parents, one to a plane crash and the other to breast cancer. I wrote about my descent into alcoholism and eventual path to sobriety. I wrote about marriage and motherhood, all against the backdrop of my love for running. I thought this would be my memoir.

But then, in 2019, my youngest son Aiden was diagnosed with brain cancer, and four months later, he was gone. Suddenly, the memoir I had in my mind no longer made sense, and I stopped writing. It wasn't until the pandemic that I returned to journaling and running to process my grief. I decided to run every street in my city, and thus a new shape for my memoir began to form.

In 2021, I threw my hat in the NaNoWriMo ring. I began knowing how hard it would be to write about my son and all the trauma surrounding his death. I wanted to protect my mental health while I tried to put words into the most painful moments of my life. Below are a few strategies I employed to help me win NaNo.

1. Gather Source Material

I re-read old journals, blog posts, and social media posts. I highlighted different themes and organized them into sections. For instance, I marked scenes from my childhood and those about my son with different colored highlighters. The idea is to avoid getting lost in memories when the focus should be on writing.

2. S.O.S. Journal Prompts

On days when the words just aren't flowing, I like to have a few journal prompts handy. I write them down on index cards and pull them out when I get stuck. I made some of my biggest writing breakthroughs with these prompts.

“The doctor said….”

“On a good day….”

“At my age….”

3. Change your entry point.

I wrote around and around the scene where my son dies, possibly trying to change the ending, but I couldn��t seem to get it right. Rather than bang my head against the wall, I came at it from a different angle. I wrote about my husband and how our marriage grew stronger through our son's treatment. Then when it came time to write the worst moment of my life, where my husband and I hold each other as we say our final goodbyes, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could do the scene justice.

4. Write a rant.

I have a lot of anger around the loss of my son, and I find writing a long rant about how unfair it all is, helps to clear the cobwebs to find the truth in the narrative. I like to set a timer for 20 minutes and write nonstop, even if all I write is, “I miss my son,” over and over again.

5. Non-judgmental social support

Writing about trauma is emotionally draining, and I knew I would need to decompress after tapping into the harder parts of my story. I scheduled lunch with close friends with whom I could talk openly. They often made connections I couldn’t see, and that led to even more writing breakthroughs.

Once again, life keeps happening, and in January, I gave birth to my fourth child. She is next to me as I write this, cooing and grunting while she sleeps. It seems my memoir has shifted once again, and I have a perfect epilogue to my story.

Emily Henderson is a freelance writer living with her family in Santa Barbara, CA. Her essays have appeared in HuffPost Personal, Scary Mommy, Writing Class Radio, and The Santa Barbara Independent. She is currently working on a memoir about processing the loss of her son while running every street in her city.

You can read more of Emily’s writing on her Substack, I’m Really Very Literary, or follow her on Instagram @emilykathleenwrites or visit emilykathleenwrites.com. Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

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magicartist · 1 year

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a-a-achibane · 2 years

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owlsbride · 2 years

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MODEL, DRAW ME, LOVE ME.

KAKASHI X FEM READER, KAKASHI X YOU.

SUMMARY: Your day has been terrible as well as the last year of your life, you don’t have money and you are in really need of it, because you need to pay the rent. Is that or coming back to your parents house. But not everything is that terrible in your life, you count with your extremely handsome and likeble roommate Hatake Kakashi, who is always there to give you a hand or two.

Aun, Modern Days.

Minors don’t interact.

My first fic Kakashi x reader/you. Be nice! Share and let me know what you think.

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MODEL, DRAW ME, LOVE ME.

Your day had been terrible. Actually, it was not only the day but the week, the month and if you had to be very strict about it, even your year would be said it had been terrible. Since you decided to move from your parent's house to be closer to your college facilities, everything turned out to be more complicated than you had expected.

Of course, there were going to be changes, you would not be daddy's girl anymore, and now you would have to find a place to live, a job to pay the rent and food. It was the price of independence and adulthood; there wasn't much to do about it, but you never thought it would be that hard. You should have listened to your not-so-dear old uncle and gone to law school. Instead, you chose your vocation and went to the art school to become a dancer. So far, your achievements have been near zero. Yeah, you could blame that idiot tv show Fame and his dammed slogan 'fame cost,' but you never thought that this much. Anyway, the only one to blame was you.

So that day, after your lessons, your lame work, and the text on your phone letting you know that the rent was going to be more expensive the next month, your world started to break down as well as your brain, at the point of considering to come back to your parent's house, a hideous and shameful idea. Because you were not a loser or a quieter, and not everything was so wrong with your situation.

As soon as you entered your home, you saw him sitting on the couch with the tv on but not watching it. As usual, he was sketching something in his sketchbook, and scattered papers were all over the place. His messy silver hair and comfortable clothes told you he had never left his spot since that morning, and he probably had been sitting there for hours now.

"Yo! Did you receive the text from the landlord?" He asked you without turning to look at you. He already knew you were there.

"Yes, Kakashi, I did." You answered in defeat, plopping on the couch next to him.

Hatake Kakashi, your roommate for the last year, you had found him almost by chance. He was also studying at the art school, but he was near to becoming an artist and was very good at it. He was a bit mysterious, not much of a speaker but an excellent listener, easygoing and quite aloof at times. He was tall and well fitted, but somehow he always managed to keep a slouched posture, as if the rest of the world didn't matter much to him. You didn't know much about his past, but you didn't care. He was tidy, respectful, a good payer, and knew how to share, and the truth was that you had become close friends. Oh yes! And you had a massive crush on him, so much that only watching him made you hurt.

"Did you answer him?" He asked you, leaving the charcoal on the table and brushing the dust from his fingers.

"Of course not! What am I going to tell him? I don't know, it's so frustrating! I think I'll have to go back home with my parents," you said with a pout. The idea of returning there and leaving the city and Kakashi was disgusting, "You can search for another roommate."

"I don't need another roommate," Kakashi said, picking up the charcoal again and returning to his sketches. "Besides, I told you not to worry about the rent." He sentenced, not looking directly at you.

"What are you suggesting then?" You asked angrily, sitting straight next to him, now facing his impassive look with part of his eyes covered by some unruly strands of silver hair, with his eyelashes almost closed in a simple gesture of concentration. He was so perfect.

"I'm just saying that you don't have to worry, I can pay for both of us, until you get more stable in the city."

"Oh no, no, no... That's not gonna happen, Kakashi, that sounds like something my father could say." You answered, crossing your arms stubbornly.

"Maa~. I'm not your father, but as you wish."

"Yeah... let's better keep our counts clear." You said picking up the remote to start changing the channels dramatically.

The silence took over the place, and the only noise perceptible in the room was the charcoal against the papers and your sad sighs. After not finding anything on TV, you decided to turn it off and do some thinking. It was Friday night, and the only thing in your head was that most of your life sucked. When you decided to become a dancer, you thought it would be challenging, but you would enjoy it. You would find a good job and a beautiful apartment to share with a fellow dancer, and you would become close friends to go out on weekends. Instead, you ended up attending more classes than your body could physically support. Working in a bar where you were not even the waitress and leaving with a soon-to-be very talented artist, a bohemian unaware that most of the world around him exists, the man of your life, with the only problem he didn't know it. So yes, there you were, sighing and sighing.

"Could you just stop doing that? Please?" Kakashi asked nicely but coldly.

"Doing what?"

"You know... all those noises, you are not 'La Llorona'" He was mocking you now.

"Hey! Don't be rude... I wasn't doing anything."

"If you say so, but please stop creating problems where there are not," He was looking so sympathetic at you that you felt like melting there. "It's Friday night, don't you have any plan?"

"No... and if I did, I don't have the money nor the mood to go out." No matter what he said to you, you couldn't bear your current situation. "What about you? Don't you have plans?

"Nope... I never have plans on Fridays." Kakashi simply stated.

"Nor Saturdays" You spoke without thinking.

"Are you controlling my schedule?" He said, leaving what he was doing and going to the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"Nooo... but you are always here." you said almost to yourself.

"Maybe it is because I like it here. There are many beautiful things." Kakashi answered you with a wink, and you couldn't avoid the redness on your face, he smiled, and you died a little with that smile. "You know... I was thinking..." He started talking again after drinking directly from the bottle, a gesture you found more erotic than any porn movie. "If you are so persistent in wanting to pay half everything and you need the money, you could look for an extra job."

"An extra job? Do you think I have time or rest to look for an extra job, Kakashi? You said, approaching him.

"Yes, a job that is kind of related to your profession and it doesn't require much effort and they pay well." So, Kakashi already had an idea, you thought.

"I'm listening..."

"You can work as a live model at the school."

"Oh! It sounds interesting." You answered thoughtfully. "And how do I apply?"

"Well, I can talk with some of the teachers there, and I'm quite sure you will have the work." He said, standing next to you, towering over you.

"Wait..." You suddenly said in realization, "In those lessons, the model isn't naked, right?" You were not going to pose naked.

"Almost all the time, yes. Why?" Kakashi asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Then no, I wont, I wont pose naked... No way"

"What? Why?" What's wrong with modelling? You are not telling me that you think that the leotards you wear are not that revealing?"

"What do you mean? They are perfectly fine and descent and you are a perv, just like your colleagues for sure." You were angry, but at the same time, you blushed. He had noticed your leotards.

"You know what, Anna Pavlova? I was just trying to help you. I'm so so sorry." He said, lifting his hands in defeat. "They wouldn't hire you anyway; you are too fit." Now he had that insufferable closed-eyed smile.

"What do you mean, Leonardo?" If he was going to use famous names just to be ironic, you would too.

"What you heard. You are too fit, and you don't have any interesting curve to draw." He finished looking at you from head to toe. He was so close, and you felt so small.

"You are... You are... You... I'm going to have a shower." You didn't have anything else to tell him, so you ran away to hide in the bathroom and have a long shower. You heard him laugh, as always, and you just sighed loudly again.

The long shower really had been a long shower. You stayed under the hot water for a long time, not doing anything but thinking about your life and the recent 'discussion' you just had with Kakashi. It was the first one in a year, and maybe he was trying to help, but you didn't know why you found the offer a bit offensive. You would be offered to a class like an animal for sacrifice to a bunch of students who only wanted to explore your anatomy. You wouldn't be different from an apple, an orange or a bottle; still, it felt weird. Truth be told, dancing in front of people wasn't that different. You would be in a scenario playing the part for others to enjoy or suffer with you. The swan death, Giselle, Carmen, what was the difference? When thinking about it, dancing was a minor sacrifice each day: during class, during exams, and during a performance.

And now, in front of the mirror and with other sensations about modelling, another thing was bothering you. It was true that you would have to fight the shame of being naked, but you were a performer after all; it was just another role. The problem was, 'you are to fit.'

Yes, the ballet had changed your body, and you weren't that curvy anymore, but Kakashi's comment was offensive and sexist, so for once, you were going to prove him wrong.

He wasn't in the living room, so you went straight to his room. You needed to talk to him about your resolutions and his thoughts. You find him lying in his bed watching tv, only dressed in his sweatpants, and you thought you would die there.

"Can we talk?" You began, and when he didn't answer or turn to look at you, you stood between him and the television. "I asked you if we can talk?"

"What do you want now? Don't forget I'm a perv, be carful." He said smugly.

"Oh, so you are hurt for my comment, I'm sorry", you apologized ", I didn't intent to be that rude."

"Maa~ It's ok." Kakashi said, dismissing you with his hand.

"You've been rude too. Your comment about my body was offensive, sexist, misogynist..."

"And a joke." He interrupted, "I think your body is perfect." Kakashi said, blushing.

"Really?" Butterflies exploded in your stomach.

"Yep, otherwise I wouldn't have offered you the job, no matter how much I would envy all those newbies." Kakashi answered, avoiding your gaze and trying to focus on the tv.

"About the ofer..." You began avoiding the last part of the sentence because it was too much to register, and you wouldn't want to believe much in anything that could give you hope about this man, "If I say yes, would you teach me how to be a model?"

Kakashi made silence for a moment, and after a long sigh, he spoke again.

"Yes, I guess I can."

"Then teach me." You said impatiently, doing a ballet pose, and you saw him smile.

"Now?" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, now." You pushed, trying to keep your balance. "Come on." You said, taking him by his arm to the living room.

After a few moments of looking around, Kakashi finally took out all the things on the coffee table and gently asked you to sit there.

Once seated there, Kakashi approached you and rested his fingers on the edge of your robe,

"Can I?" He asked, and you just nodded your head. Having Kakashi close, barely touching your shoulders with his fingertips, sent electricity through your entire body.

"Now, raise your head and lift your chin, just like that."

Kakashi took a distance to observe you and approached again, "Turn your back and relax your shoulders. Don't stop looking at me. Bring your knees to your chest, and that's it."

"That's it?" You asked, so simple? It couldn't be that simple. He only had removed your robe.

"Yes, pretty much." Kakashi said nervously, picking up the scattered things on the floor.

"Teach me more, please." You pleaded. You were not interested in modelling anymore; you just wanted him close to you, touching you. And when he suddenly turned to see you, you saw a predator in the room. Kakashi was like a cat, and you were his prey.

"Are you sure of what you are asking?"

"Absolutely."

He went to you. He gently caressed your face and looked deep into your eyes, and when he saw no doubt, one hand rested on your small back and the other on your chest, his smile spread as he felt your heartbeat racing but that he didn't care. He gently pushed you back to the table and laid you down. He began by arranging your hair. He ran his hands along the length of your arms, sides, thighs and legs. It was the touch of a feather, and all the senses in your being lit up like never before. With the devotion of an artist in front of his muse, he began to take off your shorts and panties all in one movement. Instinctively, the shame took over your body for a moment, and you unconsciously closed your legs to cover your exposed sex. Kakashi chuckled and gently moved your legs to the side in an elegant, delicate, subtle way. Kakashi continued with the upper part of your body. With expert hands, he removed your shirt and now your entire body was exposed to him. He caressed and accommodated your arms, one above your head and the other below your breasts. The posture was perfect, and now you were his creation.

You stood there unable to move, your body burning, the sweet pain between your legs begging for relief, making it hard to think, you were so wet, and he didn't even properly touch you that way.

"Now what, Kakashi?" You asked in a voice that didn't sound like yours.

"What else do you want? You learnt two different postures now." He was acting smug, but you could see the lust in his eyes. "Do you want me to draw you? Paint you?" He spoke now from his spot on the couch.

"I..." you began unconsciously, taking your hand to your wet sex, "I want you to touch me."

"Really?" He asked, leaning now next to you, touching your hand, pushing you harder, slowly inside you. You moaned at his gesture and nodded with your head. "Fuck it." you heard him say, and you smiled. Suddenly Kakashi was already kneeling by your side and had replaced your hand with his. Inside you, two of his fingers were already playing dangerously close to your limits while you couldn't help but move your whole body in pure ecstasy. Kakashi began to kiss your stomach, leaving traces of his warm lips on every part of your torso until he reached your breasts. He took one in his hands and gently caressed it until tiredness. He took the nipple hardened by excitement and groaned at your reaction. Kakashi took your other breast in his mouth, and with his tongue, he did wonders.

Still jerking you off with his fingers, Kakashi took all the time in the world to stimulate you to make you beg. Still, you resisted.

In one movement, Kakashi sat you on his legs on the ground and your back on his bare chest. The new position made Kakashi's fingers reach places physically unthinkable for you.

You could feel his erection in the small of your back, and instinctively you began to move your hips, rocking back and forth. Kakashi pulled his fingers out of you, and now in his hands, your two breasts were caressed to the point of making you come just with that simple touch and the kisses he gave you. Kisses on your back, on your neck, on your mouth, everywhere. You were so painfully close. The overstimulation was the sweetest torture you've known so far, but you could barely stand it anymore. Instead, Kakashi was calm and totally in control. You thought you would die when he returned to your sticky, wet pussy and pressed your clit with his thumb.

"Ka...kashi...Please," you begged. And he obeyed. As fast as before, he lifted you up and took you to his room, and you both ended up on the bed. He was on top of you, and he would dominate this.

"I always wanted to do this", Kakashi said, looking seriously at you. "I'm going to fuck you now, so is this what you want?"

"I always wanted it too," you manage to say, but before finishing, he was already entering you with his hard cock well erected, and you could only scream his name.

It was rough sex, good sex, and incredible, amazing, animalistic sex. Kakashi was astonishing good, and he was so generous in his ministrations. You couldn't believe what this man was making you feel in every thrust, kiss, and touch. You were so close. With each thrust, you could see one more star in the sky, you needed to come with the force of a hurricane, and Kakashi knew it. Their movements became stronger, more aggressive, yet so exquisite that they knew every place to reach.

The two of you came together. The world succumbed under your bodies, and exhaustion took hold of both of you. Kakashi collapsed on top of you, and you hugged him as tight as you could.

"Why didn't we do this before?" you asked in a whisper in his ear.

"Because you're good at paying half the bills and I didn't want to screw it up."

"Now we can do it more often because I don't have to pay for them anyway."

"Will you accept my help?"

"Oh no... now I know how to model."

"Do not even think about it."

And just like that, Kakashi was already kissing you again, skillfully looking for your crotch for the second time in one night.

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inkstainedpetulance · 2 years

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You know, if anyone needs a plot bunny... They can write a fanfic of Lestrade loving Elneny "for the game..." Sure now, Greg. #lestrade #mystrade #mottlemoth #fanfic #weneedmorefanfic #supportwriters #patronofthearts

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blinkforman23 · 3 years

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My poem “Astral” has been published in Too Well Away literary journal. This piece is dedicated to my other half, and it’s one I’ve been wanting to get accepted for a long time now. I feel extremely blessed and grateful for this accomplishment following the release of Bittersweet and Blue this month and the publication of “Old Videos” last month. You can access both poems and my book through my website, link in bio.  I also want to thank Amber Thompson for pushing me to be a better poet and collaborating with me through the writing process. She is a unique editor and amazing person who communicates with and challenges the contributors to make her journal a truly special place for writers to share their work. Please go support her and check out the new issue at toowellaway.com along with other talented writers! As happy as I am with my current writing achievements, burnout is real amongst artists, so I probably won’t be as consistent with posting as before. However, I will be planning for Poetry Platform in the next coming months with Ted and Alma while working on my next writing project in collaboration with my best friend, Paul. Finally. Stay tuned for all that and thank you to y’all: old friends, new friends in the community, and those on here, who have given me nothing but support. You’re badass. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVGf7aHLEtS/?utm_medium=tumblr

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How to support writers

Buy their books. If you can't afford a print copy, but the e-copy. If you can't afford a book you want, request it through your local library; they're paying for the book so you don't have to. If you want a copy to keep, get it through a used book store. Don't download it "for free." When you buy a book, you're paying for the writer's skill, imagination, effort, hundreds of hours of their lives. You're supporting a publisher, paying for design, typesetting, printing, art, editing proofreading & paper. These are things of value. Don't download books "for free." That means fewer books are sold, which means the publisher may not buy the author's next book so you can enjoy it. When you download a book "for free," you're saying a writer's work has no worth. You're saying you're more important than they are. And though their work adds joy to your life, *their* life, effort, heart isn't worth anything to you. Now for the hard talk: Downloading books "for free" from the internet is stealing, plain and simple. It's the electronic version of shoplifting. It's disrespectful, it's dismissive of the artists you love and, oh yeah, it's illegal. Support writers. Buy books. Be one of the good guys. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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hazelthewriter · 3 years

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Secrets Well Kept Chapter Announcement

“Let me make one thing clear, Malfoy,” Andromeda said, making a point to use his last name. “I’m not interested, nor will I ever be, you may as well give it a rest.”

Chapter 4 of Secrets Well Kept is now up on Archive.

Andromeda starts the year off making enemies rather than friends as more and more of her life as she knew it begins to unravel before her eyes. The question remains, is the path she's chosen worth risking not only everything she knows, but also risking everything she could have?

Read it now here- https://archiveofourown.org/works/27818365/chapters/68383360#workskin

And please consider reblogging to support!

#andromeda black #andromeda #young andromeda #ted tonks #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #supportwriters #supportartists #reblogging never hurt anyone and would mean the world to me #marauders era #fanfiction

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