Fan Fiction

Whoever said fan fiction doesn't contain a single iota of sense and doesn't have profound words or beautiful imagery obviously hasn't read my kind of fan fiction.



Sometimes, when I'm lucky, I come across written words that literally invades and stay imprinted on my mind, I just have to take note and write it down...even if I have to published it here in my daily blog.



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excerpts from

"Impressions" by Jaylee

An HP h/d Fan Fiction



...How refreshing life would be if we all maintained that magical moment within youth, when love was new, passions intense, and life could be made or broken by the small things we adults value far too little: a smile, a nod, hand holding, tentative caresses, incessant kisses, and the first, fantastic fumbling with unadulterated lust.



...Unwisely thinking that love is categorical, and that it cannot or wont or shouldn’t exist beyond the boundaries each have been taught to believe - in regards to good and evil, right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable.



Ignorantly judging that the impossibility of their attraction by societal standards translates to it not existing at all.



As if willing it away will make it stop. As if any man, creature or animal could ignore the drive of nature, the desire stemmed in the wild rush of pheromones, or the socialistic tendencies of sexual beings: to partner, to mate, to love.



...Love itself is such a genuine, natural thing; it is our own psychological fumbling, our own fears and prejudices, which complicate it.



...Love, it seemed, had crossed the valley of hate, and triumphed smiling.



...I’ve heard it said that the first love is always the deepest, strongest, most profound. Could it be because the first time is the only time we love freely, newly, without past hurts and broken hearts to shadow our better judgment? Could it be because everything is fresh, and exciting… a dizzying experience that can never be duplicated in the same way again?



Or could it be because first love is the one poignant moment in time when we realize that we’re not alone in the universe and that little pieces of ourselves can be found in the warm embrace of another, whose heart beats in near tangent with our own?



...The world would be such a magical place if all love were like that. If everyone realized, as they have, that love is seldom convenient. It can’t be controlled, manufactured, or defined. It doesn’t have an on and off switch, and wont fit tidily into a box. Many have tried to place boundaries on it, to limit its power and delude its purity, and all who have tried have lost something of themselves in the process.



It, quite simply, just is.



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*Now, you know why I'm addicted to HP h/d fan fiction. Tee hee.