#Secret of Dumbledore

[apicelladonna]

Albus wanted to try these muggle sweets called sherbet lemon-

Albus Dumbledore's plump bottoms may or may not be accurate depending on who you ask (Gellert's version)

In a writer's rot, so might as well art thrive somehow about my fave two old tragic gay wizard lovers

— Ella, 5 am, ppt crashed for the 3rd time but we're okay.

[jesperfahxey]

CALLUM TURNER as THESEUS SCAMANDER FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE (2022) dir. David Yates

[formulaireone]

random trope: “lets be really gay and sit at a booth together during a time when our people aren’t accepted in the world we live in”

no cause like y are they sitting the exact same

[bite-ology]

Red fabric, red fabric.

Hannibal - season 2, episode 10

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

[peaky1wh0re]

Favorite Brother duo

[neick-hitlz]

- please. .?

- . . .

- 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 please. . .? (╥ᆺ╥ ;)

[henry-the-queer-artist]

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

to me, you’re… everything

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summery: Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

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Newt Scamander was never one for grand gestures. He wasn’t a man who spoke in sonnets or filled the air with flowery words. But Merlin, if he didn’t adore you with every beat of his kind, gentle heart.

You had known since the moment your eyes met that there was something soft and comforting about him. The way his messy curls fell into his eyes, those brilliant blue-green orbs full of wonder and kindness, and how he carried himself with a quiet grace, like he belonged more with the creatures he tended to than with the world of wizards and witches. You could tell, even then, that this man held worlds inside him—worlds full of magic and mystery, of tenderness and patience. And now, as he moved about your shared home, you were endlessly grateful that you were part of that world too.

Newt had always been thoughtful in the most unexpected ways. He'd leave handwritten notes in the oddest of places, tucked inside your coat pocket or hidden between the pages of a book you hadn’t yet opened. They weren’t grand declarations, but simple, precious things: “I saw a bowtruckle today that reminded me of how strong you are.” Or, “You light up a room more than any Lumos spell ever could.”

Today, however, he was more bashful than usual, and you had a suspicion why. There had been murmurs of something special on the horizon—whispers of a surprise, though Newt was not one to be sneaky for very long. You found him in his usual spot, bent over one of his creatures with a furrowed brow, his hands as gentle as ever as he calmed a fidgety niffler who’d gotten itself into a bit of a tangle.

You smiled, leaning against the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. He had such a soft, unspoken beauty about him. It was in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you, how his hand would automatically reach out to rest on your lower back when you were near, as though he needed to be close to you, always.

As if sensing your presence, Newt looked up, and when he saw you, a shy smile curled at his lips. “Ah, Y/N,” he murmured, pushing his hair back in that endearing, slightly awkward way of his. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I could watch you all day and never get bored,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to smell the familiar scent of earth and parchment that clung to his clothes.

His cheeks flushed at your words, a delightful shade of pink that made him look even more endearing. “I, uh, I have something for you,” he stammered, shuffling slightly from foot to foot. His hands were suddenly fidgety, and you could tell he was working up the courage to say more. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”

Without a word, he led you to his case—the one you knew so well by now—and opened it with a quick flick of his wand. Inside, the usual flurry of magical creatures were going about their business, but it was clear something was different. Something… softer.

It was then you saw it—a delicate little creature with pastel wings fluttering just above the ground, surrounded by flowers that you couldn’t recall being there before. Its eyes sparkled as it twirled in the air, dancing almost, and Newt turned to you, his face glowing with affection.

“I, um,” he began, “I found her a few months ago on one of my trips, and she’s been rather shy. But when I told her about you, she—well, she seemed to perk up. I thought maybe she wanted to meet you.”

Your heart melted. It wasn’t just the creature itself—although it was undeniably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was Newt, the way he spoke about you to even the most timid beings, the way he found a way to show his love for you in such a subtle, meaningful way.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re incredible, Newt,” you whispered, moving closer to him until your hand found his. “How do you always manage to make me feel like the most special person in the world?”

He looked down, that bashful smile gracing his lips again, but this time he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way you’d come to love. “Because you are, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “To me, you’re… everything.”

The words were simple, but the sincerity behind them took your breath away. You leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips.

“I love you, Newt,” you whispered, your voice full of the kind of softness reserved only for moments like this.

His eyes fluttered open, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell. “I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than words can ever say.”

And in that moment, with the magical world swirling around you, and Newt’s hand warm and steady in yours, you knew that you had found the kind of love most people could only dream of—the kind of love that was quiet and constant, full of wonder and care. It wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was real, and it was yours.

And that was all you ever needed.

[facettenherz]

If Albus would still be with Gellert…

[carolinelayne]

Say what you’d like about the Fantastic Beasts series... But Jude Law as young Dumbledore?

Dumbledaddy.

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Jacob's sister and Newt asking you to help your brother feed the Mooncalves

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[apicelladonna]

Musings on the blood troth's fight or flight

aka me rewatching the FB2, FB3 while folding laundry

I wanna read deeper regarding the blood troth , blood pact created by Albus & Gellert. Atm I know so little about what has been offered in the movies. And it hurts my brain and wallet.

I have so many questions about the implications of the blood troth's "defense mechanism" ( 'sensing the betrayal' of the other party of the magic oath and choking the life out of them)

What are its limitations with the given definition by Albus? How sentient must it be to discern the right amount of thought to be considered as betrayal? The right amount of physical force needed to 'reinforce'(?) or remind the party member about the terms of their blood magical oath.

Because if every couple had an intense argument that subjected their version of the troth to the breaking point, it would defeat the purpose of making the magical binding and keeping your partner alive til death do you part. Divorce would be cheaper.

What's to say this is another version of the Unbreakable vow? But stronger and more intimate? Considering you wouldn't need a 3rd party presence for a Blood pact from what we've seen so far. Unless Abeforth's goats were there somewhere.

Is it less deadlier because the blood troth doesn't truly snuff out the other party's life if he/she doesn't go through their agreed terms of the contract/marriage?

And what of its advantages? I think when those two starry eyed young teens created the blood pact, it had more implications to strengthen their bond. Perhaps a shared strength of magic? Up to what extent though? If the blood pact had been flawless til the end what would've been the other wonders it bestows the two lovers?

Or what curse? (*Insert suspense sfx*)

This is giving corkboard level of research and I have my final requirement deadlines ahead-

[siriuslynettey]

You mean to tell me this mf:

Sang the song behind this masterpiece:

[gellert-1899]

"I fell in love with the lightness you had that I didn't. But I guess my darkness was just so scary for you to love"

[data-reel]

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore - (2022) dir. David Yates

[neick-hitlz]

Poor Albus (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)