Original poster: devils_brooms Sometimes lovers are lost. And sometimes, occasionally they are found once more. But what happens when you have moved on from that love? Can you really pretend nothing has happened? Especially when you are the one they reach out to for help? I offer a story that asks just these questions.
( Just read and see )
Can lost love win over cruel fate? Can new love heal old? Sometimes words are not needed. Sometimes all that is needed—is love.
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Original poster: bowmanwright Fleur Delacour was young when she wed, but she was French, and Veela, and it was to be expected she was no blushing virgin, nor even especially well-suited to monogamy.
Her husband knew all that when he married her (indeed, he'd sampled the wares quite thoroughly, and wasn't, himself, the portrait of purity), but he wasn't quite expecting this.
He isn't sure whether to like it, or love it. Either way, he has no plans to tell his mother.
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Original poster: j_pilliwickle That clever Muggle thinker Ralph Waldo Emerson once advised, "Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." And who better to take his advice than one of the Wizarding world's most courageous, least conformist witches, Luna Lovegood? And the path she will leave? Monogamy, of course -- the idea that we must save all of our love and all of ourselves for just one mate.
Luna has found a good, honorable, charming mate in Neville Longbottom. In the smoky aftermath of the war, they pledge to share their lives and to build together a sweet refuge where the things that set them apart from everyone else can serve to bind them ever closer to each other. But what will happen when they discover new and unanticipated feelings for one of their friends, a friend who has no refuge left, who founders unbound in postwar grieving? Luna's not afraid to blaze a new trail ... but can she convince her husband and her friend to follow her into a wilderness of love and desire?
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Original poster: felledneologism A crumbling note found at the bottom of a rubbish bin that hasn’t been emptied in 40 years in the Upper Banrton Historical Museum and Pub, on the eve of the day it was set to be bulldozed to allow for a car park.
( T’was brillig in the slithy toves… )
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Original poster: xavier_rastrick Ladies and gentlemen, a bit of light, preliminary advertising. Imagine...
Three men, possessing similarities of appearance yet radically different dispositions. Two of them share a turbulent past. A third is required to bring them together. This is the story of one man's search for something elusive that lies just over the horizon.
Over the Horizon by ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) xavier_rastrick . More details coming in one week...
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Original poster: sacharissa_t The vast population of the British Wizarding world never knew exactly why Lucius Malfoy, first-in-command under Lord Voldemort, all-round bad guy and gorgeous hunk of man, turned swiftly and irrevocably to the side of the Light on July 31st in 1997. In fact, only two people knew the reasons behind Lord Malfoy’s sudden defection: Lord Malfoy himself and the Chosen One, Harry Potter. Coincidentally, that was also the night that Lord Malfoy learned that Harry Potter could suck the chrome off a Jaguar… if he wanted to.
Hey, hold on there, Slick...always leave 'em wanting more...
TEASER #1: "Saddle up the horse, Harley, we're running out of beer!" TEASER #2: "Put the bunny back!"
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