#down with MACUSA

[everettemontgomery]

[dolicekiss]

Hey,

I love your writings.❤️Keep it up!

Could you please write a Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen) one-shot, where the reader is Newt‘s sister and an auror at Macusa. He has plotted for years to finally get her and while on an undercover mission, his followers kidnap her. She soon realizes how obsessed he is and try‘s to use those feelings against him. Her plan is to give in on his affection to earn his trust, but it goes further than she thought?(with smut,where he tries to babytrap her?)

♡: thank you so much also this is my first time writin about gellert grindelwald, i hope u like it

A beautiful butterfly

PAIRING: Gellert Grindelwald (mads mikkelsen) x auror!reader

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni), kidnapping, power imbalance, obsessed gellert, young reader (age unspecified, gellert is 46), unprotected sex, body worshipping, teasing, baby trapping, breeding kink, praise, a little unhinged gellert, dubcon, kissing.

SYNOPSIS: Being Newt’s sister is prideful for you but it also comes at a high risk. Especially when you’re also an auror often going on undercover missions. All comes crashing down when you're kidnapped by none other than the brainwashed followers of the strongest wizard — Gellert Grindelwald. Realizing he's completely obsessed, you try to outsmart him but the consequences to that come with a heavy price to pay.

Wizards were strong, so were witches.

Being the sister of a renowned wizard and an auror working at MACUSA, you had your own reputation to uphold. Often going on undercover commissions and assignments for the congress you worked for.

Just like that, you were out on an undercover mission once more to bring back information regarding one of the most dangerous beasts — having escaped your brother’s suitcase once more.

You hadn't expected to be caught red handed rummaging through the little drawers, in hopes of finding some knowledge about the beast’s origin. Your wand stayed firm in your hand, fingers flicking through the pages of books.

Not a single person knew where the beast had gone to, hence the ministry sent you to look for him. You were the best at being a sneaky little spy, so when you were apprehended by a flock of dark wizards and witches, it left you flummoxed.

Your endeavor to flee proved to be futile when they somehow took your only protection from you, the wand. There was no point in fighting them. They overpowered you and you were in no mood to be turned into an orb cursed to roam the earth for all of eternity.

Or worse, a frog.

Your vision was concealed with a dark blindfold. There was no way you could see where they were talking you but you knew they used their teleportation to deliver you to whoever that commanded them. Confusion had clouded your mind — hoping that this captivity was based on a simple misunderstanding.

Your pleas fell upon deaf ears.

They didn't harm you, only telling you to keep your mouth shut and not make noise. There was no way you could tell where you were and when all the noise swirled into silence, your blindfold was pulled open.

In front of you stood Gellert Grindelwald, most probably the strongest dark wizard of all time.

You'd seen him and what he could do. He'd proved himself capable and strong when half of the aurors at MASUCA left and converted to his side. The tales of it were all known but you were never a part of it. How did he get his hands on you and why did he? When all of it happened, you were tending to other needs of the ministry.

If his intention was to also manipulate you into switching to his side, that wouldn't work at all. You were loyal, a firm believer in keeping humanity safe and oblivious to the magic that breathed beneath the earth’s core.

You analysed your surroundings.

The room was beautiful. High, beige colored walls. Spectacular carvings decorating the ceiling and the massive chandelier hanging from it gave away at the opulence of this room. The curtains were made of smooth georgette, keeping away the lovely moonlight from illuminating the room.

Candle holders were everywhere, on the drawers — to the vanity table. Your breath shuddered at just how breathtaking the room actually was.

“Do you like it?” He asked, staring at you with the same gaze with which you scanned the room.

You took a step back, calves coming in contact with the bed. “What?”

“The room. I got it decorated for you, do you like it?” You licked your lips in nervousness, staring at the man in confusion. Did he give all his followers such rooms, such beautiful rooms? Is that why they were this influenced into following him?

You blinked at him. “If you think by presenting me with such a glamorous looking room, I will give in to you then you are absolutely wrong. I have and will always be loyal to the Congress.”

Your voice was hard, tone stern as you stared at him with furrowed eyebrows. Gellert let out a small laugh, shaking his head at you then he closed some of the distance between the two of you by stepping forward. Your body reacted by pressing your calves deeper into the bed.

“I could never, my love. How dare I to win your love by such meaningless little presents?” You blinked, again. Dumbfounded by his choice of words.

The sparkle in his different colored eyes was glinting. “It is only to maks you happy. This, and all the other gifts I have prepared for you, my love.”

“Grindelwald, do you believe you can make me join you by manipulating me through your affections?” You asked, a finger pointing at him. Your tone was laced with pure venom. This was the enemy, not someone you could possibly have a love affair with.

And why was he even talking to you like he was madly in love with you? This made no sense to you whatsoever. Gellert stepped towards you, hands intertwined behind his back.

“It is no manipulation. You have captivated me ever since I saw you with Newt, and all the other aurors of the Congress.” His words were of pure deceive, you thought you knew that but you were oblivious to the raw obsession which had blossomed for you in Gellert’s heart when he'd laid his gaze upon you.

Gellert inhaled a deep breath, shutting his eyes shut when you bit on your lower lip in a moment of frustration. “I have searched everywhere for you, my butterfly. I put hold on my ambitious and goals to look for you and here I have you finally.”

From Gellert’s expression, he appeared entirely drawn and infatuated. This was a spell which you'd unknowingly put on him, one you didn't know how to take off him but as a loyal auror to the MACUSA, you could use this to your own advantage.

And so a cunning plan cooked in your mind.

“You mean to tell me you're in love with me?”

Gellert shook his head. “I'm gone far beyond that, to the point of no return. I mastered dark magic to a dangerous extent just to locate you.”

You felt your skin crawl at his words. This was something dark — something that could swallow you whole if not careful. Your gaze lingered over to his face, holding unwavering eye contact with him. “If I don't reciprocate these emotions, will you burn me like how you burned those other aurors?”

Your words a poisonous reminder of his past actions. Newt had told you how him and the aurors barely managed to survive Grindelwald’s dark, fire magic. It had almost managed to consume them all and you were apprehensive to meet the same fate.

Gellert’s eyes softened. Eyebrows dropping, akin to a puppy. “Rest assured, my beautiful butterfly. I could never inflict such harm upon you ever. You can take your sweet time.”

A smile had ceased his features.

Instead of responding to him, you sat down on the bed. Knees bunching up to your chest, in a hostile position. A sigh dropped from your shuddering lips and your eyes trailed up to his face.

“Will you keep me locked up in this room?”

Gellert’s blue eye twitched. “Absolutely not. I wish you to roam the perimeters of my fine establishment but, you mustn't escape and in order for that to happen, I will have to trust you.”

Your eyes dropped to the marbled floor. It reflected the yellow candlelight as you sent him a slow nod, suffocating the conversation right then and there. Begging him to release you would hardly work in your favor so you decided to play smart. Returning his affections until you'd win his trust was the route you chose for yourself.

But you didn't know it would end differently than what you'd anticipated.

— ♡ —

Gellert kept you locked in your room for days, only visiting when he brought you food or other basic necessities. You were beginning to miss the feel of your beautifully sculpted wand between your fingers albeit the awareness of never receiving it ever again tug at your heartstrings.

You couldn't tell how long it had been.

Surely had to be more than two weeks.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts and you gave your consent. Gellert had respected your privacy, as obsessed and infatuated he was. He'd never dare to barge into your room without your permission but that didn't mean he would stay behind the closed doors for a long period of time.

An auror entered.

You knew that because it was the same auror which used to work under MACUSA at one point, the same auror which would bring you your meals when Gellert was not available to tend to you. You'd expected a tray of all sorts of edible flavoursome pleasantries decorated on a tray but the woman's hands were empty.

“He's waiting for you at the library, if you'd follow me.”

Your eyes widened in an elemnt of surprise.

Finally you were being let out and you couldn't contain the excitement within you. Still you tried to stay cool in front of the auror, nodding at her as you moved in pursuit of her. Through bright and moderate hallways — nothing could compete with the inside of your room and its walls.

A beautiful golden cage.

For his beautiful butterfly.

As you entered the library, your lips were agape. The view before you was the most beautiful ever. You'd expected a dull library, one you had back at your work place but this? This was completely captivating. A spectacular view of the sea greeted you through the large window. Gellert stood by the parapets, staring ahead.

Your heart beat picked up.

When he felt your presence, he was quick to turn around. A smile plastered on his face upon seeing you, silver locks neatly combed to the side. You slowly walked upto him, hesitation clear like crystal in your movements and Gellert couldn't wait for you to fully accept him.

You'd been obedient.

Ate your meals on time, listened to him, conversed with him and he could feel a sense of camaraderie had formed between the two though he ached for more. Friendship was not what he aimed with you. There were unnerving desires flogging within his core and he needed to set them free.

“Come here.”

You stood closer to him, hand on the glass railing. Your eyes ran across the potent waves of the sea crashing at the shore, and calming down. It was a repeated sight but you couldn't have enough of it.

“Its a beautiful sight, no?”

You nodded to him, focusing your attention on Gellert. “Yeah. It's breathtaking.”

“Nothing compares to you.” He so casually said and you wondered just how did you even manage to become the object of his affections and desire? It was hard to believe that he fell for you in a simple glance. Love at first sight coming from a dark wizard was of amusement.

Yet you didn't say anything about it.

“Gellert.” You called out, sharply taking in a breath. “Why me? I'm the sister of the man who seeks to destroy you. It is only natural for you to dislike me too.”

“We're wizards and witches, my butterfly. There is nothing natural about us.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

But he hadn't answered your question and he noticed the disarray on your face. Gellert’s hand lifted from the wood nailed into the tempered glass railing, reaching to cup the side of your face. Thumb settled over your chin in a gentle touch.

This was the first time in the two weeks you'd been here when he touched you.

His hands were cold, like he had no blood pumping through his veins. Your lips shuddered at the spark contrast of your warm skin against his cold blooded hand.

“You're kind.” He said, like it was the most beautiful thing ever about you. “You're so full of kindness and love for these animals, these filthy animals. Knowing you'll always be above them, be superior yet you protect them like they are your own.”

Your head tilted, bemused. “Don't you find them less than you? If you look down upon them, why did my kindness towards them intrigue you to the point of capturing me?”

Gellert’s eyes wandered. His other hand formed into a fist when he noticed how you gulped, the subtle movement of your throat sending him into a whirlpool. A turmoil of poorly contained desired and wanton exploding. The way your lips shuddered when he touched you. To you, he appeared calm and collected but on the inside Gellert was fighting his own demons.

“Because if you're so kind to love the muggles, you'd be kind enough to embrace me too.” The soft feeling of his gentle strokes over your cheek almost made you forget about everything.

The cunning plan. Winning his trust and escaping him was put on halt in that moment when Gellert stepped closer to you, face only an inch apart. His lips hovered above yours and you inhaled — warm breath mingling with his cold one.

He took your lips into a sweet kiss and you allowed him to, all a new step into the plan. To use his own feelings against him, find a way out and never look back. If you were to fight your way out of here, Gellert would end you with one swing of his wand. He'd mastered magic that was beyond your understanding even.

His other hand moved to hold your waist and you sighed into the kiss, tilting your head into giving him more access. Gellert’s tongue pried open your mouth for him, slipping into the warmth your cavern had to offer him. His tongue battled with yours but you'd already given up on winning, letting him consume you.

Before it could increase, evolve into something way past your comfort level, you retreated. Gellert’s hand ached to tighten around your waist but he held back, holding onto the tethered pieces of his self control.

Your chest rose up and down, the kiss having left you in a daze. You took a few steps backwards and then turned around, running out the library back to your room. Gellert not following you was a hint that he had finally begun to trust you.

You found yourself in the same room. Fingers trailing lines over your lips, a feeling best foreign to you spreading in your chest as well as stomach. You didn't know what was going on but there was only your freedom on your mind.

And the kiss.

The sweet kiss.

You were torn between following up with your plan and submitting to the sweet kiss. This was confusing and you dropped onto the bed, burying your face within your pillows.

— ♡ —

Days passed after the last encounter with him which included a kiss. He would come by, only for a few moments. Gellert would try to build conversations with you, in hopes that one day you might welcome him with open arms. You'd respond too, to slowly slither your way underneath the cloak of his trust. It wasn't such a difficult task because soon, Gellert had sent one of his followers with a dress for you.

The auror had placed the box on the bed and with the simple instructions to get ready and meet her outside, she left. You were baffled but still peeled open the nicely packed box and it revealed a beautiful dress.

A pale one, off shouldered with puffy sleeves and layers of fabric. You zipped yourself into it after a shower and then left the room, the woman leading you to a garden you didn't even know existed. Filled with magical beauty, you were in complete awe.

A table had been set. Decorated with all sorts of delicious looking pleasantries. The fairy lights illuminating the furniture was such an endearing sight. You walked further and found Gellert standing there and when he saw you, he extended his hand out for you.

You held onto it.

“God, you look absolutely breathtaking. I could devour you instead of my meal.” His comment caused the blood to rush to your cheeks. His thumb caressing the side of your hand as he lead you to the table.

After taking a seat at the table, Gellert also followed and sat across you. The dress made you appear nothing less than a beautiful fairy that had lost her way here. Grindelwald was completely enchanted by you — his hands and body aching to become one with you.

“I prepared this for you, for us, my butterfly.”

You nodded in acknowledgement.

Honestly no one had ever done this much for you. You had partners in the past but this? They could never reach Grindelwald’s level and it only worked to perplex you further.

You both started to eat.

“Do you like the food?”

You nodded. “It's very flavoursome. Thank you, Gellert.”

Everytime you said his name, he felt the chills in his bones. He often pondered late at night how you'd sound like when he's inside you, when he's completely buried deep within the warmth you had to offer. Gellert had appeared nothing less of a gentleman to you but only he knew of his deepest, most sickest desires for you.

Your voice was so soft.

An ache in him grew to hear you moan.

You both enjoyed your meal in silence and you reached over to grab a strawberry from the silver bowl, bringing it to your lips. You took a bite, relishing in its taste as a moan escaped you. Grindelwald was over the moon.

If these were the sounds you were supposed to make, his pants were already tightening.

After a moment, you two had finished eating and Gellert rose up from his seat. Sauntering towards you and holding his hand out for you, to hold.

You slipped your hand into his and stood up, walking in pursuit of him. The man lead you somewhere deep into the garden, a pathway made of stones that you carefully maneuvered your way on. Behind the bushes was concealed a bed — with see through pale curtains falling from its side. It had no roof over it, an unlimited view to the sparkling open sky.

“Gellert?” You asked, in burning anticipation.

He didn't listen to you, only pulled you along to the bed. He sat you down and then took a seat next to you, his hand still holding onto yours. “I've got something for you.”

He snapped his fingers and then multiple butterflies, in all sorts of colors, came flapping their wings. Your eyes enlarged and a smile automatically made its way to your features upon the sight. They were so beautiful and you loved how they moved their wings, a black butterfly with a holographic blue wings setting on your thigh.

You didn't touch it.

Only watched it.

“Gellert they're so gorgeous.” You whispered, impressed by this act of his. The butterflies had covered the area and you couldn't help bit try to capture a few, bridled by their beauty.

“Makes you want to capture them, doesn't it? How beautiful they are. You wish to keep them in a cage, only for you to look and touch.” Grindelwald had just given you and shown you a perfect example of your own situation and how he felt for you.

But you were a human.

A butterfly was a — butterfly.

Yet you couldn't help the guilt from spreading.

You stared at him, as the butterfly flapped its wings in front of you both. Gellert leaned forward, once again grasping your lips with his own. This time he had no intention of letting you leave.

His hands fell down to your waist, caressing it through the fabric. Lips wrapping around your lower lip, sucking on it like it could produce nectar at any given moment. Your back arched into the kiss and he immediately took that as you wanting more.

Gellert’s hands flew to the zipper of your dress, tugging it down. His fingers caressing along your spine in the process and your bated breath mingled with his. His tongue swirled around yours and when the dress dropped down to your waist, you gasped.

Your breasts were exposed and Gellert broke the kiss to admire them. He looked at you and you fought the urge to allow him — knowing that this was going too far into the plan you'd cooked up in your head. These were the consequences to your own actions.

“Gellert, please wait.” You breathlessly said.

He stopped. “Don't stop me now. I have waited years to have you.”

Before you could oppose, Gellert had already taken your breasts into his hand. Fondling the fat – playing with it. His fingers pinched and tugged and your lips released soft little whimpers. His hands were cold as ice and a hiss left you.

He took one erect nipple into his mouth as he undid the black bow at his tuxedo, letting it fall apart. Gellert sucked while toying with the other one and panic flooded in. You couldn't possibly let him go further with his, knowing that it wasn't your plan to do so but denying him right now could lead to suspicion.

As you tried to think of ways to make him stop, the desire burning in your core soon sheened your brain. Your hands hesitantly reached to tangle in his hair and feeling that response made Gellert act out more.

A form of consent, he took it as.

But in reality you couldn't do anything other than submit to the pleasure.

“You've got such a beautiful body.” He commented, hands dropping from your breasts and cupping your waist. His hands caressed your skin like it was a rare gem found among coal — only for the most fortunate ones. Your spine was erect and then Gellert pulled back.

His hands pushing your body down and you allowed him to, having no escape. The cold air mixed with his icy touch only worked as his allure. Gellert rid you of the dress, unveiling your glorious frame to his desperate gaze and he sharply breathed.

Chest rising up and down.

“Undress me, butterfly.” You swallowed, nervous at his command of your indulgence as well.

Your arms extended, fingertips pushing off the black coat off him. Gellert noticed the tremor in your hands and he couldn't care anymore. He'd waited years for this moment, to finally get his hands on you. It was cruel of you to expect more wait from him.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his white shirt and pried it open, exposing his broad chest. Gellert took one of your hands into his, bringing it upto his lips to deliver a firm kiss to it. Your heart beat fastened at that action.

Hands tugging at the buckle of his pants, you undid it and then tossed the belt somewhere in the garden. Gellert’s fingers caressed along your thigh, gently tapping at the exposed skin, gaze hungry and full of lust. Your breath hitched when he opened you to him, exposing your cunt.

You felt deeply ashamed of the saturation that had occured in your cunt.

You were an auror, a loyal auror to the Congress but here you were, involved in such sin with the dark wizard. The one who'd killed many of your colleagues and wished to change the order of the world.

Gellert slipped his own pants off along with his briefs. You were two naked bodies about to entangle and the idea terrified you. How could you ever possibly go back from this? Bring yourself to forget about this when its done?

You braced yourself in the name of a small sacrifice for an eternity of freedom.

Gellert’s hand found its way between your thighs and you let out a broken breath. His fingers trailing over your cunt — collecting your arousal. He was pleased with what he saw.

You were such a gorgeous girl. Laying before him with the moonlight illuminating your each feature, each flaw, all the beauty spots you had. Your hair like the waves of the sea, sprawled across the bed akin to vines that had trapped Gellert in their tight embrace. The constant twitching of your lips, the way heat prickled your cheeks and turned them beetroot. Gentle strokes of red paint over your canvas like skin.

He leaned forward to occupy your lips in a rough kiss.

He was a fucking mess and the grip on his self control was beginning to become lose.

Gellert’s fingers were coated in your slick and then he entered your pussy, swallowing the whimper which escaped you. His finger alone filled you and when you'd grown used to it, he added another one all while consuming your tongue.

You tilted your head to the side, your arms moving to wrap around his nape. Gellert fucked his fingers into your pussy, loving how tight you were. He could only imagine how delirious he would feel once he was inside your sweet cunt.

“G-Gellert.” You whimpered into the kiss, trying to break apart. “I can't breathe, Gellert.”

He didn't care. You could tell the man was losing any ounce of self control he once possessed, his lips pressing up against yours in a tight kiss. Spit coating your swollen lips and you gasped, to inhale, only for him to push his tongue inside your mouth. Roaming the warmness of it, he was kissing you feverishly.

His fingers plunged in and out of you and your back arched off the sheets. Your cunt throbbing due to the sensation being delivered to it. He curved his fingers and pushed into the gummy spot — a shriek breaking through you in the lip lock.

Gellert broke the kiss to breath.

As he stared down at you, he couldn't help but grow painfully harder and you swallowed when you caught glimpse of that. You could practically feel his cock against your knee and you sighed at the feeling.

“One kiss and you look like you'll pass out at any given moment.” He whispered, loving the way your lips puckered up and redenned over s single kiss.

A single, vigorous kiss of raw passion and infatuation.

“That wasn't a kiss.” You breathed, touching your lips with your fingers. “I-It felt like you were going to eat me at any second.”

Gellert chuckled at your words. He was glad you could feel his love for you through his actions. He was conscious about not possessing enough affection for you to acknowledge his love but he was pleased that you caught onto it.

His fingers worked their way, to prepare you and your arms flew back to his nape. Breath released in shattered little whines as he now added another form of pleasure by massaging your clit. The nerves being stimulated sent you to a different world — back rising from the mattress and lips falling apart.

Gellert felt you tighten.

“Going to cum, sweet girl?” You nodded at him, your thighs shivering.

Before you could chase after your release, he stopped. You whined in frustration, staring at him through hooded eyes. “W-Why?”

After asking him that, you wanted a void to open up and swallow you. You were not on his team, not a part of him, how could you beg for his touch? A release from a man like him? It all tore you apart and confused you.

“You're going to cum with me. On my cock, my beautiful butterfly.” He whispered, the gleam in his blue eye giving away his desire.

You shuddered when he pressed the fat head of his cock against your clit and you whimpered at the contact. Gellert licked his lips, dragging his head down and soon entering you.

The moment he did, you threw your arms around him. His hips pushed forward and his cock fully sunk into you. Your back arched when you felt him glide against your walls — your sinful arousal helping him in the process of it. Gellert couldn't help he was finally one with you.

Body entangled with yours.

Gellert brought his hands to cup your face and stared down at you, face at a close proximity with yours. He stared in your eyes, gaze flickering between your lips. “You okay?”

You nodded. The stretct of his cock had you delirious and you gasped when he moved inside you. Pulling his cock out only to slide it back inside. A constant rhythm of suppressed desires. “It'll feel good, my butterfly. I'll make sure that I please you first. I'm a selfish man but not when it comes to the pleasures of the woman I love.”

He leaned forward to kiss you and you, to your own shock, gave in. Letting him to kiss you like his life depended on it while the pace of his thrusts picked up. Gellert’s hands fell from your face, falling down to grip the curves your body you had to offer. Hands trailing up and down.

He felt as though he was in the presence of a goddess.

Tilting his head, he kissed you with profound fervour, as if to embed you with his taste. Gellert’s tongue occupied your mouth, teeth crashing with teeth. The kiss grew intense and so did the movement of his hips as he drove his cock into you. Thrusting and then you cried out in the moan when he fucked into you a little deeper.

He grinned.

He'd found that spot of sensitivity.

He broke the kiss to witness you all before him. A broken beauty that was finally within his grasp and there was no way he was ever going to let you go. He couldn't believe you'd come to him this easily, this willingly and all of it felt like a dream come true.

Gellert stared at you, admiring you.

“You're so beautiful, it makes me want to give you a child.”

Your eyes widened at his words. In a fit, you attempted to push him off you but Gellert was so blinded by his delusions, he only saw it as your excitement to build with a family with him. His demeanor changed — becoming darker as his hands gripped you by your hips, driving himself into you.

Your little hands tried to reach for him, leaving minor scratches at his shoulders. Gellert was completely far gone, there was no stopping him at all.

“G-Gellert, no.” You managed to stutter out through moans and whimpers.

He ignored it, thinking it to be an imagination.

You were regretting everything. You shouldn't have went ahead with this stupid plan. If you'd shown resistance from the beginning, none of this would've happened. Gellert wouldn't have thought of you to be this pliant and maybe he wouldn't have done this.

A big maybe.

The man was sick. He was going to have you one way another. You being pliant only made things easier for him and upon yourself.

Gellert’s grip tightened as he delivered harsh strokes. With utter determination to get you pregnant. If you were witu child, his child, you wouldn't possibly think of leaving him. Things would be different and everything would fall in his favor.

Your cunt clenched, still on edge from before and he hissed. “No, sweet girl. You will not cum until I am close. We will cum together and I will give you my child, a symbol of our love.”

Tears fell down.

Whether as seeds of your resistance or your pleasure. Unbeknownst to you and Gellert, he felt himself come closer to you.

But then he stalled, picking your leg up and placing it over his shoulder. His hands held your pelvis and his thumbs dug into your skin as his thrusts grew rougher, more firm. You sobbed, stomach tightening and reflexing whenever he slid across your walls.

Gellert groaned. Your pussy gripping his walls, not letting go. A greedy cunt you possessed and Gellert couldn't wait to fill it to the brim with his seed.

“Wish I'd find you sooner.” He grunted, “we would have a child by now but worry not my butterfly, it isn't too late. Is it?”

He was actually expecting you to answer when you were on the brink of falling apart. The irony of him.

“Is.” Gellert thrusted, fucking deeply into you with vigor. “It?”

You shook your head. “N-No. Never t-too late Gellert.”

He nodded his head in satisfaction, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. He felt his balls throb, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. Gellert was close and he smiled at you, silver strands of hair hovering over his sweaty forehead. “Ready, yeah? Ready, my butterfly?”

He was breathless.

Panting like the same beast that you were supposed to find.

You nodded, desperately. Cheeks blooming a red hue and tears wetting them. Gellert’s thrusts slowed down, as he felt his load seep into your cunt. He filled you to the brim, balls hot and throbbing to produce more. You also unraveled underneath him, eyes rolling back to your skull and chest heaving up. Chills danced across your spine as the blood rushed through your veind. Your whines echoing in the garden in contrast to his animalistic groans.

Gellert twitched, feeling how painfully tight your sweet cunt had gotten around him yet he could only find pleasure in it. Enjoying in the vice like grip. Your greedy pussy sucked him in, drinking each drop of his load, milking him dry.

“Yes. Yes, my love. Take my cock in your cunt like that, milk it fuckin’ dry. You'll make me a father, won't you, my sweet girl?”

There was no point in resisting him. You nodded your head as his hand reached down to cup your cheek, lovingly caressing it. You subconsciously leaned into his touch, an insatiable ache spreading in your chest for it.

When he'd filled you enough, Gellert pulled out and watched as his load dripped out of your gaping hole. His gaze lingering upto you and loving how fucked out you seem. Your arm was over your face, in a shameful attempt to veil it and Gellert reached for it, moving it aside.

“Don't hide yourself from me. You belong to me and I belong to you. There is nothing that should be concealed within us.” He laid next to you, pulling you into him. The hair on his chest slightly prickling against your skin.

You couldn't believe what you'd just done and committed to.

That too with Gellert.

Fucking Gellert Grindelwald.

“Our child will be the strongest wizard or witch ever. I'll see to it.” Gellert pressed a kiss to your head, hiding his face in your neck. The butterflies had disappeared now, the fairy lights dimming on their own.

Darkness consumed the area.

And you too lost yourself in Gellert’s warm embrace. Forever torn between your loyalty as an auror to MACUSA or the ache to be with Gellert.

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Watching Tom work was fascinating.

The way he emitted magic, either from the tip of his wand or from his very fingertips, was nothing short of awe-inspiring. He moved with an enviable fluidity, weaving and unweaving enchantments as though he had always been able to do so, as effortless for him as breathing.

Well, perhaps not quite so easily, Hermione thought, observing him none too discreetly from over the top of her book. Tom’s brows were furrowed in concentration as he coaxed and prodded at the temperamental memory in the basin, forcing magic into and around it in rushing spells that were sometimes gentle and sometimes not. Beneath his hands and wand the memory flared, shimmered, or sparked in response.

My memory. The violated, tampered-with memory of my test…

But Hermione couldn’t allow herself to dwell too much on how Tom might go about fixing it—literally. If she so much as attempted to ponder what she, personally, would do to reconstruct it, she was struck with an instant and debilitating headache.

It had already happened twice, and her mind was still buzzing uncomfortably. Tom hadn’t been pleased when she’d needed to explain what was happening to her and why. 

She couldn’t try and repair her own tampered memories… because she had signed away the right to when she’d signed the contract. She could do nothing to help him—which was a shame, really, because she was quite good with memory charms of all kinds, having cast and reversed many of her own.

Hermione could hardly blame Tom for being as furious as he was when she’d told him this. He hadn’t technically yelled at her once for signing a magically binding contract with the MACUSA (with a blood quill, no less), and it was almost worse that he hadn’t. His response at the reminder had, instead, been a glare that made her feel much too small, a frigid bout of silence that made her feel like hiding under the table, and the simple, softly spoken instructions to sit down, make herself useful in some other way, and to not distract him.

At least he let me get dressed first, she thought sourly—albeit he still hadn’t revealed what clothing he may have gotten for her, if any. She was still stuck wearing his much too large clothing, and she was starting to think that the only reason he wasn’t giving her anything else was because he liked seeing her in it. 

Making herself useful, however, was proving to be difficult. Focus, Hermione told herself. She looked back down at her book, this time reading one Tom had brought about advanced warding techniques—and immediately lost focus. Again.

The broken memory in the basin flaked angrily. Tom murmured something under his breath, his eyes narrowed as he cast some new sort of magic over it, trying something else.

The MACUSA really must have done a number on my memory, for it to be this difficult to repair, Hermione lamented. But that was about as much as she could dwell on it before her head started to hurt.

Concentrate on the book—try to find some passage to convince him to alter the wards around the cottage, maybe. To let me influence them too, so I’m not trapped here.

That would be the smart thing, Hermione knew. And she was trying. But as soon as she would find herself immersed in the text before her, there would be another flash or a spark and Hermione would find herself looking up, her eyes drawn to the Pensieve and the rippling magic and—

Tom was simply too fucking attractive.

It caused Hermione no small amount of shame to find herself continuously drawn to watching him. Ogling, more like, she admitted to herself. Tom was shirtless, for one—he was wearing nothing but a pair of the same sweatpants that hardly stayed up on her, and that was all. His chest was bare, the flickering light of the magic he conjured casting shadows that enhanced every line on his torso, every muscle—and those arms. How did he have such nice arms? Which was to say nothing of his agile hands; those long, nimble fingers were mesmerizing, the way they exuded magic, the way they deftly handled his wand, and it was no wonder he was so good at—

Hermione quickly raised the book up to cover her face, grasped by the irrational fear that he might catch her staring and blushing. He wouldn’t. Tom was so deeply focused on his spell casting that she might as well have not been in the room.

Maybe I shouldn’t be in the room, Hermione realized. She wasn’t exactly focusing properly herself. I might be better off locking myself in the bedroom where I can’t see him.

She was just about to do that, had just gotten to her feet, when there was an especially bright flare of magic. Tom lifted his wand, and his face, which had been drawn in frustration before, lit up in triumph.

Hermione approached the Pensieve, and she could see at once that he had succeeded. The memory was no longer a cloudy white, furious thing, swirling like a small storm in the basin, but was calm, a languid quality to it as it ebbed and flowed, not quite liquid, not quite gas.

Exactly what a healthy memory should look like.

“You did it,” Hermione said, both deeply impressed and yet not at all surprised. “You fixed it.”

Tom wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and looked at her, grinning. A moment later, however, and his victorious expression fell, turning to that cold, analytic stare. He looked from her to the basin and back again. His grip on his wand tightened. 

“Don’t you dare,” Hermione said, as though she were in any position to issue threats. “I swear, Tom, if you think about watching my own memory without me, I will lose it.”

Tom’s lips twitched. “Am I that predictable?” he said, not denying that he was considering doing exactly that.

“Yes,” Hermione said. “You are. And if you do something to keep me out of there while you go in and watch what happened, leaving me in the dark, trust me when I say I’ll find a way to make you regret it.”

To her surprise, Tom didn’t look angered by her daring; he seemed amused. “That’s no way to thank me for my incredible prowess,” he said, nodding towards the Pensieve. “There were some very tricky spells in that memory… you probably wouldn’t have been able to break them, even if you could have tried.”

“I—yes I would have!”

“We’ll never know, will we?” Tom’s smile darkened a little, tinged once more by the rage at her past, poor decision making. “But that, hopefully, will be one of the few mysteries we’ll never get to solve… unlike this one.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. When he looked down into the basin, Hermione could see the swirling, smooth silver of the memory reflected in his eyes.

“Shall we?” he said. 

Hermione swallowed back her fear and nodded. Here goes nothing, she thought. Or everything.

Tom held her tighter, and together, they tipped into the past.

[himegureisu]

Homesick

Summary: You are a continent away at work and miss your husband.

A/N: Yes, two in one day. I refused to study. The third in the Mail Mini Series. Though, you can read this without the other two.

It was breakfast once again.

The Great Hall was lively in chatter and energy from students who were most interested in the latest scores of the Quidditch World Cup. It would also mean that they’d be distracted from their lessons. A prime time to deduct house points.

It was then the conversation was interrupted as the owls flew through heads delivering mail once more.

Your tawny barn owl has become a regular visitor of the great old castle since the move. They didn’t see you as often as they did your owl but it meant that their Potion’s professor would be a little less grumpy and hostile throughout the day.

They could at times coax a smile out of their professors’ faces before being deducted five house points for the attempt. For others though, it was worth seeing the man’s usual frown turn upside down.

This day was one of those days.

Your tawny barn owl alongside the other professors’ owls landed above the plates of their owners, delivering their journals, newspapers, and or packages. In Severus’ case, beneath the Potions’ Journal was a letter from you.

It has been a week since you left for a conference in New York.

As one of the Representatives for the British Ministry of Magic (MM) to the Magical Congress of the United States (MACUSA), you were occasionally sent to such events whenever your partner could not. This time, however, you owed him, and he’d collected. Though, you were sorely starting to get why he didn’t want to go because it was long and could go on and on.

He’d missed you and was bearing it as much as he could. You were never gone for this long and it was starting to grate on him.

Though, it seems that it did get to you.

Sev,

I am livid at the fact that this conference seems to go on forever when all I want is to go home and bury myself in your embrace. I miss you. I miss waking up beside you. The bed feels so empty and cold without you in it. I miss your gentle kisses trying to wake me up from slumber. I miss your warm cuddles and our gentle morning sex.

Ugh. I hate this job sometimes and I hate that I agreed to go to this but I owed my colleague one. When I get back can we get a lazy morning in, where we’ll do just all that? And maybe more? I need to wrap this up someone is calling me, god it makes me want to cry. I just want to go home at this point.

Next time don’t ever allow me to go on a trip so long, okay?

I miss you, I love you. I’ll hopefully see you soon.

His lips slowly curled into a smile, pocketed the letter, and sideswept the journal, to eat quickly. This did not go unnoticed by his colleagues, especially Hagrid, whose foot became the landing piece for his journal.

“Aye, professor, what has ye in a rush?” Hagrid asked,

“I need to send a package before the first period,” he briefly answered, finishing his meal, “If you’ll excuse me,”

If he runs, he will get enough time to send his cloak and change, before his first class. Yes, that would do.

And so, through the empty halls of Hogwarts, he ran.

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When Harry was sent to Las Vegas to investigate a report of a Statute of Secrecy violation, he expected to give a stern talking to another pearl-clutching, middle-aged witch about wasting MACUSA resources. He certainly didn’t expect to see Draco Malfoy under the glittering lights of the stage, performing for hundreds of spellbound Muggles. ★ 2024 H/D Muggle Fair | @hd-fan-fair

[jimblejamblewritings]

starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb one

Series Summary: Remus has a choice to make: his new boyfriend Sirius or his recently no longer ex girlfriend, Y/N. But when Y/N's world begins crumbling, Remus wants to be there for her. So he makes a decision... Continue dating his boyfriend behind his girlfriend's back.

Blurb Title: Reconnecting on the Train

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: none

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1. Reconnecting on the Train

You sat up as the train pulled into King’s Cross Station. This school year was going to be good, hopefully. You had already taken your NEWTs last year because what else did you have to do in a safehouse but study? So all you had to do was relax this year. You looked out the window, coming face to face with a very tall, plus size redhead and next to her, an equally tall blonde with a bob. They did charades to try and ask if anyone else was in your compartment or the one right next to yours. You weren’t even finished shaking your head before they booked it.

They breathed out sighs of relief as they plopped down on the seats before disappearing the wall between the two compartments so you were one big room. The train benches were arranged to be in a square formation with an opening for the door. 

The blonde with the spiky bob stuck out a hand. “Marlene McKinnon. 7th year.” 

“Y/N L/N. 7th year also.” 

A gasp echoed out. On the other side of James, Sirius froze up. His hand held on tighter to the taller boy next to him. He brought Remus’ hand to his lips, kissing it gently. How dare you show up here of all places? He was the main one to spend countless nights comforting the man when you left him. He had been the one to help put everything back together again and you were coming back to ruin it. 

You felt the train bench shake a little bit as one of the boys on the bench with golden brown hai— “Remus?” 

“Y/N?” 

James went wide-eyed. “Wait, that Y/N…” 

You both dug through your bags, pulling out polaroids sent years ago. Remus had to be sure. You held them up to each other’s faces for comparison. He looked different in only a year. The two of you were definitely the same people in your photos though. You were confused when his expression hardened at confirming it was you. 

“What are you doing here? You stopped writing. For months.” 

“I’m so sorry, babe.” 

Sirius laughed from behind Remus. “That’s it. I’m sorry?”  

You blinked twice, a bit taken aback by the hostility from his friends. “I’ve been a bit busy.” 

“Busy? So the rest of us just don’t have jack shit in our lives?” 

Fiddling with your hands a bit, you sighed. “Remus, can I talk to you alone?” 

“I’m sorry but until I get answers, you have to understand that it’s a little hard for me to just go anywhere with you.” 

“I’m a refugee. The MACUSA sent every new-maj into hiding because of Voldemort. Our schools grabbed us and our families in the middle of the night. We weren’t allowed to contact anyone outside. My family was rushed here because they got attacked. I’ve been separated from everyone else for their safety.” 

“Y/N, are you okay? Are they okay?” Remus’ face softened. 

His chest tightened as you shook your head. Honestly, you’d been putting on a brave face, telling him as much. You wanted to be a rock and a calming presence for your family during this time. And over the months, you’ve made peace with everything that’s happened. You understand it but you don’t feel like you’ve had a chance to be emotional about it. Remus jumped to his feet and pulled you into a hug when the tears started to fall. He rested his head against yours and rocked you back and forth. 

“I wanted to write to you. I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, it’s alright.” 

“I only found out two weeks ago that the UK was taking us in so I just decided to surprise you.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was that bad. Your letters before never…” 

“I know. I tried to keep everything positive for you. I’m sorry if I made you worried.” 

“Stop apologizing. It’s alright. You’re here now. Safe… Y/N, do you want to go to the observation car, calm down a little? No one’s really in there, I promise. I’ll come get you in a moment, okay?” 

You smiled. That’s what you loved about your boyfriend. He was understanding and patient about the lack of letters. You nodded and handed him your stuff. He pointed out the observation car and waited for you to leave his sight before closing the carriage door. 

Remus groaned. “I’m such a shit boyfriend.” 

Sirius adamantly shook his head, offended that he would dare suggest that. “You didn’t know. I can’t believe she still thinks you’d be together after she left without a word.” 

“Sirius.” 

“He’s kind of right,” Regulus spoke up. “If I had disappeared for months, how could I possibly expect my partner to not move on?” 

“She’s just not like that. We’ve talked about her friends’ relationships before.” 

“That seems selfish.” 

A lot of the train agreed.

Peter opened up his can of Fizzing Whizbee. “Just break up with her… again.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Why? Do you still love her?” 

“No,” Remus answered without hesitation. “Feelings are long gone.” 

“Then why not?” 

“Y/N is fragile right now. Our relationship is her only stability. I feel like if I break up with her right now, it’ll shatter her.” 

“I’m not leaving you,” Sirius said. “I know we haven’t announced ourselves to the school yet but this relationship means something to me. This might sound awful but I don’t care. I don’t care what she’s been through enough to leave you. I had to pick up your heart when she wasn’t there. She can’t just take you from me.” 

“I don’t want to leave you either… Just let me make sure she’s on her feet then we’ll be over. Okay, love?” 

“How long?” 

“When we start the second semester? Is that okay with you?” 

Sirius thought about it for a considerable time. “Fine. Nothing can stop me from kissing you in broom closets, though.” 

Mary put away her crossword puzzles to grab a book instead. “You do know that she’ll want to be our friend, right?” 

Remus nodded. “I’m not saying to not be friends with her. She’ll fit right in here, I know it. I’d like to be friends with her if we can split amicably. Just don’t tell her about Sirius and I, let us break up naturally.” 

“Can do.” 

“Thank you… Love, do you have any rules for me?” 

Sirius thought for a moment. “Can you try not to be intimate with her? Just never initiate it. Kisses are fine, I expect that. You can even flirt. I won’t think anything of it. It’ll be like you and Lily or Mary. But no large gestures. And no calling her love or starshine or sweetheart. Those are my pet names, she’ll have to find her own.”  

The rest of the train ride wasn’t sat in uncomfortable silence but social conversation. You put your headphones back in and pulled out the crochet project you were working on. Your boyfriend looked over at you, tapping your ankle incessantly until you finally looked up and took out your earbuds. 

“Yeah, babe?” 

“Do you want anything from the trolley?” 

“Um, no, I’m good. I’m on a tight budget for now. I’ll just get another water.” You looked down in betrayal when your stomach grumbled.

“Here.” Sirius handed you a to-go bowl filled to the brim with salad. He gave Remus a sandwich filled with basically just meat. A favorite near the full moon. 

“Thank you,” you said with such kindness that he wanted to roll his eyes. You leaned into your boyfriend to exaggerate a whisper. “Your friends are really nice.” 

The train finally stopped at the Hogsmeade Station. You were beginning to buzz with excitement as you sat under the Sorting Hat. Your uniform changed from gray and white to splashes of red and gold as you made your way to a clapping table. A note plopped into your lap halfway through late lunch/early dinner. 

Back to School Party: 1st-4th year in Gryffindor Common Room. 5th-7th in Slytherin. 

When dinner ended, you didn’t want to follow the first years so you went with your train buddies that were in Gryffindor, trusting that you’d eventually find your room.  

“Oh.” 

Marlene and Mary turned to you. “What is it?” 

“My key has the number eleven on it too.” 

The girls ushered you into their, now your, dorm room. The other girls looked at each other as you unpacked in less than fifteen minutes. It was kind of sad and brought them to the reality that while they were worried about Voldemort and war, some people were already living it. 

You sat down on your bed. “So, what do you normally wear for parties?” 

“I don’t know about Ilvermorny but it’s about dressing hot.” 

You looked at your wardrobe. “How long do I have?”

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You Can Let It Go || Sirius Black

Summary: Request - So I kinda have a personal request. It’s loosely based off Matilda by harry styles. Basically the reader didn’t have a BAD childhood, just not normal. Like for example (of course she thinks its all normal as that is what they grew up with) ... Read Rest Here

A/N: Thank you so much for the request @loving-and-dreaming! I really hope you like it. This was tough to write initially but super fluffy and loving at the end. A good old hurt/comfort!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k +

TW: Talks of abuse, abusive parents, crying

“What about you?” Lily’s soft voice broke you out of the dream world you’d been in for the last few moments. They were talking about their childhood’s and all the fun things they did. Lily and her family always went down to the French seashore every summer for holiday. Remus and his brother would always go to camps around London while their parents worked away. James got to go to America almost every year to hang out with his uncle who was working at MACUSA. Even Sirius got to travel the world on his fathers dime. You didn’t really have anything. Your parents didn’t do things like that for you and your older sister.

“Hmm?” You hummed, not exactly sure what the group was talking about anymore as you thought about your past. As you looked up you locked eyes with the boy you’d had a crush on for years, Sirius, who was watching you with curiosity dancing in his iris’s. All eyes were on you.

She smiled, “What was your favorite snack from childhood? I think we’re the only two here who grew up with muggle parents.” Playfully, she bumped your shoulder with hers, “Can you believe they’ve never had a proper biscuit from Tesco before?” She smirked looking at all the confused faces around her. 

You nodded your head lightly, “I never really got any of those growing up. Dad always said they were for special occasions only.” Speaking nonchalantly, you found Lily giving you a somewhat confused look. Her eyebrows stitched together as she tried to gauge the comment for what it was, were you being serious?

“Biscuits?” She was a little perplexed. She’d always had them on hand. All her friends always seemed too also. It was fairly common to have them always stocked up in a British household. You never knew when you’d want a biscuit with your tea.

Humming and nodding your head you didn’t see the guys watching the interaction unfold with curiosity in their own faces. You’d made some off putting comments about your childhood to your friends in the past. Comments you never really thought twice about. Sirius started picking up on your not so normal childhood after fifth year when you came back to school looking a little paler, a little skinner and much more exhausted than he was used to seeing from you. He tried to pry, to figure out if you were okay but you just shrugged him off time and time again. You were okay. It was just home. You didn’t get to eat at home like you did at Hogwarts, but you never thought anything of it. Hogwarts was the exception. What family could put out feasts on a daily basis like the kitchens did here?

“Mum never really bought us snacks. When she did dad always locked them away, anyway.” You laughed softly not realizing how weird that statement was. You thought it was normal to have almost all of your cabinets under lock and key. It’s not like your parents ever let you spend the night outside of the house to actually see how other Brit’s lived. No, sleepovers weren’t allowed. Mum always told you it was for your safety but you were starting to think she was lying a bit to you.

“Locked them away?” James’ normally happy face quickly turned down into a frown as he processed what you actually said. See, Sirius had come to him last year more than concerned over how you came back to school. James then started picking up on the weird things you said. How you never went on holiday, how your first time out of London was to go to Hogwarts, how you never had a damn sweet even when you got good grades.

An uncomfortable smile brushed across your expression as you ignored the looks of distress on their face as you continued, “Yeah. Dad always complained that me and my sister went through them too quick. We cost them too much money. So, we’d have to earn them.”

Lily shook her head in disbelief, “You had to earn food?”

“Only snacks!” You countered quickly after finally picking up on the tension the conversation was bringing, “We just had to do our chores for the week and then dad would let us pick out a pack of whatever we wanted.” It didn’t sound that good out loud you realized after you said it. None of this sounded quite right now that you said it out loud.

“Love,” Remus spoke up, “You know that’s not okay right?”

You shrugged, “It got us to do our chores, no?” It was a justification, and you knew it. Maybe it was a little weird to hold food privileges over your head like that. But what did you know? They were your parents after all. Who were you to question them. It wasn’t like they hit you or anything. More so just seemed perpetually irritated with both you and your muggle sister.

This time Sirius spoke up, “And if you didn’t do your chores?” He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He was trying to get you to understand how not normal your childhood seemed to be. How maybe just maybe your parents weren’t looking out for you as they should’ve been. He was more than concerned. And now that he’s finally broken free from his own Godforsaken family maybe he could help you with yours.

See, Sirius Black really liked you. Really, really liked you. But you’d never be able to figure that out as he hid his feelings for you under a tight lock and key. James, Remus, and Peter didn’t even seem to have a clue. Not that they should’ve known, he hid it well. Hid it for your sake. He’d decided long ago that your heart was better suited for somebody not as fucked up as him. He didn’t think he could give you what you deserved. He was broken and had far too much baggage for you. 

Instead of trying to pursue you he went the opposite route. He decided to pursue every other girl he found remotely attractive at Hogwarts. A distraction from you. And boy was it quite the distraction.

Biting your lip, you didn’t know if you wanted to admit what did happen if you skipped your daily chores. It only happened once. You missed the car home from school once and had to walk, never dreaming of calling your mum or dad. You completely spaced on cleaning the toilet and your mum wasn’t very pleased once she got home. 

Sighing you decided to just tell them. The look in Sirius’ face let you know he was not going to let it go, “It only happened once…” You trailed off feeling a little embarrassed to admit that your mum really did hold food back as a punishment. It just dawned on you how messed up that was. She literally didn’t feed you because you didn’t scrub a toilet on time… damn, that was messed up.

Sirius eyebrows rose as he waited for you to continue. When you didn’t he chose his next words carefully, “What happened love?” 

An attempt to laugh it off came out, “Well, mum always said I could stand to lose a few kilo’s…” You looked away quickly from him and down to your hands in your lap. Embarrassment of what you just admitted washing over you rapidly. It’s almost as if you could feel the anxiety rising in your chest as you reminded yourself to breathe in and out.

Lily gave your arm a squeeze, “She literally didn’t feed you?” Nothing but concern was in her eyes as she bore them right into your own.

“It only happened once.” You repeated more to yourself than to them. Because the more you thought about it the more you realized just how fucked your entire childhood was.

Being so wrapped up in your own mind you didn’t hear Sirius get up from the table. A gentle hand on your back made you jump. Turning your head up to him he gave you a soft smile, “Take a walk with me?” He held his hand out for you to take. You didn’t really want to take a walk with him. You wanted to run back to your dorm and bury yourself underneath the covers for the next week in shame. Hide away from your problems.

In your hesitation he softened his expression knowing exactly why you were acting this way. He too was in utter denial at just how messed up his home situation was until James sat him down. He knew it was embarrassing and completely out of your control. He knew you didn’t want five sets of eyes watching you as you finally learned and processed just how neglectful your parents were. It was hard. Impossible even. Something he wished he could take from you.

“If you want to, love.” He continued holding his hand out to you.

Giving him a quick nod, you placed your hand in his gingerly, “Yeah, of course.” You got up from the bench with the help of Sirius. Not daring to turn back around at your friends you followed behind Sirius as he walked out of the Great Hall holding his hand tightly over yours. You missed the saddened looks from your friends as you disappeared behind the doors.

He only dropped your hand when you started to pull away from him, “Are you alright?” Sirius asked quietly making sure the students passing by couldn’t hear in on the conversation between the two of you.

You nodded your head quickly, “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” It might’ve been a little bit of a white lie, but you didn’t want him worrying about you. No, Sirius had a million other problems, and you didn’t want to add to his own stresses.

A sad look crossed his own features now. Slowing down he pulled you to sit down on the bench just inside the courtyard, “Love, you can talk to me. You know that right? I… I’ve gone through the same bloody abusive things you have. I didn’t… couldn’t admit that it was happening to me. It wasn’t until Prongs forced a hand last year and it finally clicked. I had to get out of there. I… we’re worried about you. You came back to school not looking like your usual happy self two years in a row. I… we just need to know if you’re alright.”

Your eyebrows creased together listening to him, “Abusive?” The word came out as a whisper. Were your parents abusive? They didn’t hit you. They never struck you or your sister. But abuse didn’t just come in the form of physical punishment. Were they mentally abusive to you? Could you really have gone your whole life so clueless to their antics? 

He nodded with that same grim look on his face, “You told me a few days ago how your dad was always medicated and slept his life away. When he wasn’t high he was yelling at you and your sister… you have to know that’s not okay darling. That’s not a normal functioning thing a loving parent would do.”

Letting out the breath you were holding your eyes slowly found his. Of course, you knew Sirius would never judge you, but that little tinge of embarrassment was making your heart race, “Oh… wow.” Was all that came to your mind. Because wow. You thought you had a decent childhood. Really, it never seemed that awful. There were always things you wanted. And you got all the love you needed from your sister.  But damn this was a lot for you to comprehend all at once.

Sirius let you sit there and think before gently giving your hand a squeeze. He just wanted you to know he was there for you. He’d always be there for you. It broke his heart that somebody could want to hurt you. You of all people. So, kind. So gracious. The patience of a saint. Smartest girl he’d ever met. And yet you were so humble about it all. You were the whole package. Everything Sirius wanted and everything he knew he couldn’t have. 

“Is your sister okay?” He asked as he ran a comforting hand up and down your arm. 

Your stomach twisted in knots as you thought about just how much she went through when you weren’t there. How much did she hide? She’s the one that basically forced you out of the house as soon as you got the letter from Hogwarts all those years ago. A horrifying realization set in. She forced you out to help you. To get you away from the people you thought loved you. She sacrificed her own wellbeing so you could go off and be away for ten months of the year. She was looking out for you. She was always protecting you.

“She’s at uni now.” Your voice was shaky as you spoke to him. Naturally, your older sister would do that. She’d do anything to protect you, “Has a flat with some friends. She… should be okay.”

“Good.” A quick nod came from the beautiful raven haired boy sitting next to you. 

“Yeah,” Looking back down at your hands you continued, “I think I need to write her a letter.” 

It felt shameful to finally understand what you’d went through as a child. Had you really been that clueless? Had your sister protected you from the worst of it? The twisting and turning inside your body only made you feel worse. Insignificant. Dumb. 

“She’d probably like that.” He agreed with you. He didn’t want to push you to talk but his heart was slowly crumbling into a million pieces seeing you so despondent and confused. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and tell you how truly beautiful he found you. He wanted to be the one to build you up like James had done for him the previous summer. He wanted you to be free. Be the woman he knew you could be.

Humming in agreement it felt like your head was about to explode. What were you supposed to say to him? Why couldn’t you even look at him? Did your parents really hate you that much? Why didn’t you notice this at the time? 

Sirius watched as he saw the turmoil flash across your expression. You were thinking hard about this, too hard. See, Sirius knew you well. Better than you might’ve known yourself. From the moment he knew he liked you he decided he’d watch after you. He knew your tells. Your anxieties. The things that kept you up at night. He’d made himself your very best friend. Little did he know he’d made you fall in love with him at the same time. Just like you, he hadn’t a clue of how you felt for him. 

“Darling, you know you don’t have to go back there right?” He whispered while brushing stray hair away from your face. A shiver ripped down your spine at the gentlest touch from the most handsome boy you knew. It felt intimate the way he was both touching and looking at you. 

Your eyes went wide at the comment. Could you really not go back there? They were only muggles. It’s not like they could find you if you just… disappeared. And if Sirius could get away from his powerful family in the wizarding world, why couldn’t you sneak away from them?

“Siri… they’re my parents…” A groan of frustration finally bubbled to the surface as you really thought about it. They were your parents yes, but did they love you? Did they want the best for you? Did they even want you home? Was that why it was so easy to convince them to let you go to Hogwarts? You wouldn’t be their responsibility anymore?

“I can’t just… I can’t…” Not being able to find the words you desperately wanted to say left you giving your own head a squeeze in frustration. Why was this so difficult? 

He took your hands that covering your face in his own and pulled them away gently. He didn’t want you hurting yourself as your life just got rocked upside down. He knew it’d take time for you to fully come to terms with what the hell was going on.

“You can. You can let it go. You can let them go.” He answered you softy. His eyes scanned the surrounding area to make sure nobody was close before continuing, “You have us. Lily. Me. We’d do anything for you love. You know the Potter’s have a room for you already. Mia and Fleamont love you!”

You shook your head rapidly, “I can’t do that Siri! I’ll be nothing but a burden.” Hot tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. Trying to blink them back only let them fall down your face instead, “I can’t be a burden Sirius.” Your voice wobbled as you tried to calm down, take a breath. But even you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Not having any of it he quickly wiped your tears away before taking your chin in his hands, “Please stop saying you can’t. You can. I know you can. You don’t deserve whatever they’re doing to you darling. You deserve the world and so much more.”

The look he was giving you only made more tears fall. Trying your hardest to keep them in you finally just gave up. You were going to cry like a little baby in front of him. The walls you put up were crumbling down with a simple touch and his look. 

He wrapped you in his arms and pulled you into his chest. Pulling the Gryffindor robe around your head to shield you from any looks that’d be coming your way. He didn’t want anybody to see you hurt and broken. He wanted to protect you. To make you feel whole again. 

He let you cry it out over the better part of five minutes not giving a damn that your tears were soaking through his clothing. He only pulled you tighter and closer after each small sob wracked your fragile body. He ran a comforting hand up and down your back as you clinked to him. 

He whispered, “It’s okay love. We’ll figure it out. We always do.” Over and over again trying to reassure you but damn was it hard seeing the girl he loved so upset. 

After he felt the sobs wind down and the tears dry up he knew he had to get you back to that dorm to clean you up. Help you feel refreshed and somewhat like a human once more.

Gently, he pulled you away from his chest. And if his heart wasn’t already shattered it surly was now by the look on your face. Layers of distrust and hurt clouded your eyes as you finally really processed how messed up your life outside of Hogwarts really was. 

“Come on love. Let’s get you back to the common room, yeah?” He whispered into your ear trying his best not to startle you.

“Alright.” You wiped the stray tears that kept falling away.

He didn’t give you much of a choice after that and for that you were immensely grateful. He took control of the situation, something you needed more than you knew. Pulling you into his side he took his house robe off, draping it over you instead so none of the other students could see your face that had been so clearly crying. He had to protect you from the terrible gossips from Hufflepuff that wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. The last thing you needed was for some asshole Slytherin to make a joke in class at your expense. He knew how the students here operated.

He mumbled the password to the Fat Lady making sure you were covered entirely. She too was a terrible gossip. He pulled you right into the men’s shared restrooms not giving a shit if another boy was in there, he’d shoo them out and lock the door behind them. Perks of everybody being afraid of the Marauders for their pranks. Fortunately for the both of you nobody was there.

Sirius motioned for you to sit down at the bench near the faucets. Before you knew what he was up to he came back over with a wet rag and a sad expression still adorned, “I’m going to wipe down your cheeks if that’s okay with you love?”

“Please?” It came out as more of whisper as you didn’t trust your voice not to waver at the moment. You didn’t trust that you weren’t going to break down into another fresh set of tears at the way he was so delicately caring for you. You always knew he was the sweetest boy, but you didn’t know quite how far his kindness extended. He was going above and beyond, and it wasn’t lost on you. It only made your heart beat a little bit fast as he delicately wiped down your salt stained cheeks with a lukewarm rag. He was treating you as if you were the finest dish of China that would crack under any sort of pressure. 

“You deserve so much more darling.” He spoke as he continued cleaning up mess you’d made on your face.

You didn’t want to argue but you didn’t exactly feel the same way. Why did you deserve more? Why was he saying these things? 

“I don’t think so Siri. I think I got dealt the cards I deserve.” You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes were turned down to look at your feet.

He wanted to curse your parents. He wanted to curse himself. He didn’t understand how somebody like you could think so lowly of themselves. How couldn’t you see how amazing you really were? 

He let out a strangled sigh in frustration at himself for not building you up. He’d been too damn caught up distracting himself from you that he didn’t do the one thing he swore he would, protect you. 

“Love, look at me.” He stayed squatting so your face was at his level. He put the rag down on the bench next to you, “Please?”

And who were you to deny such a gentle request from him. You bit your cheek as your eyes locked with his once more. 

“I’m not lying or kidding or joking around when I say that you deserve so much more.” He cupped your face in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he knew this was the moment when all those feelings were about to spill out. He’d hidden them for his sake, but you needed to hear them now, “You are the kindest, sweetest, most patient woman I know. I want to spend time with you love. I get excited when I get to sit next to you in class. I look forward to every breakfast, lunch, and dinner because I get to sit next to you. You make my days so much brighter. It’s you, love. You helped piece me back together without even knowing it. It’s you that I want to spend the most time with. You’ve made me the best person that I could be. You.” He spoke slowly making sure that you heard every single word.

Your heart was racing beyond measure at his impassioned speech, “Siri…”

He shook his head placing a soft finger over your mouth, “You are one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I’d be a fool not to tell you how much I adore you. How much I love you…” He paused seeing your eyes go wide. He threw it out there, the L word. But fuck it. He knew he loved you. You needed to know just how much, “I love you darling. With my whole heart. I love you and I’m in love with you. So deeply.”

More tears fell at that. So many more fell. He didn’t pressure you to say a word as he cleaned wiped them away the more they fell. He’d sit here for hours if that’s what you needed. He’d come to realize he’d do anything for you. He loved you. He was madly in love with you. 

Between the tears and the cries, you managed to confess the same, “I love you too. So much Siri.” 

You launched yourself into his arms knocking him over leaving the two of you on the restroom floor. Thank heavens they get cleaned more often than not. Your saddened tears turned to ones of happiness as the feeling of dread was being overtaken by that of love. His love had done this for you. He had done it for you. He really did love you.

Wrapping you in his arms he stood with ease while also holding onto you. He didn’t want you lying on the men’s restroom floor. No matter how elated he was that you’d just confessed that you loved him right on back.

Once your feet were back on solid ground he wasted no time in holding your face in his hands, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Smiling for the first time that day all your brain could think was, “Yes, please.”

That was all he needed to hear before he met his lips with yours. He delicately wrapped a hand around the nape of your neck to support you. He smiled into the kiss feeling how needy you already seemed to be.

You ran your hands all along his chest as you deepened the kiss showing him just how badly you wanted him. Needed him at the moment. Your hands ran through his locks of hair eliciting the hottest moan you’d ever heard. Smiling yourself, you knew you’d be doing that often in the future. 

He snaked his other hand around your waist pulling you flush with his own body. Opening your mouth, you let out a soft whimper of pleasure feeling him so tightly pressed against you. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed you on the wall. Not giving you a single millimeter of space between the two of your bodies. 

Your head swam with nothing but raunchy thoughts of him. Oh, how your mind was on cloud nine. It was only when he needed a breath he pulled away. Still his face was only mere centimeters from yours as the two of you panted for the sweet oxygen you’d deprived yourselves of.

“That was…” You spoke after a moment of simply staring into his beautiful pupil blown brown eyes. Your eyes scanned his face spotting the light blush on his cheeks, the freckles that seemed to be more prominent under the flush. He was so beautiful. More handsome than anybody you knew or had ever seen. And he was yours. He loved you and you loved him.

“Bloody hell, love.” He smiled before wrapping you up in yet another mind shattering kiss. Surely, you could get used to this, “You are everything and more. I love you darling.” He whispered before picking you right back up in his arms. All you could do was squeal and giggle with delight letting him take you to wherever he wanted.

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|marrón pt.1? | imagine

post-azkaban sirius x reader with brown eyes

w.c:+2k

warnings: eventual smut?, cursing

description: reader is an ex-auror from america who joins the order

pt. 2

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Brown eyes watched as tattooed hands scraped against dark stubble, and it was one of the most exhilarating sights she had seen in a while. Something was arousing by the rings he wore on his fingers and the wrinkles forming around his eyes and mouth. She wanted to trace the vein on the right side of his neck with her tongue before shoving him down into her bed. Holy shit, she was horrible. This man was over ten years her senior, and his Godson sat right beside him while she was having these vile thoughts.

 They didn’t even know each other that well. She looked over to where Remus sat on his other side and frowned. It was odd. Usually, she fell all over herself for guys like Remus, the cute nerdy type. She had never liked someone like Sirius, someone like herself.

She had been an auror for MACUSA until about a year ago before she was asked to resign. It was late August when she and her friends decided to drive to Montauk in the middle of the night. She used the term friends, but they had been more like family, well, the only family she had ever had anyway. The only thing she remembered from that night was Connor's arm being thrown in front of her, the sensation of falling, watching a man searching through their destroyed car from the pavement, and then waking up to them all being dead. Those who had made her shit life somewhat better were gone and never coming back.

She looked back to Sirius, who laughed at something Tonks said. When was the last time she had truly laughed? How could he laugh after he, too, had his only family taken away, his youth, his essence? How had he not given into the dementors?

After all her friends died, she had been forced by the auror department to go to therapy; they said she had gotten dangerously violent with perps and that she wasn't allowed out in the field until she got the all-clear from the assigned therapist- that obviously didn't happen. She didn't just sit idly by and work on her 'mental health' or whatever; she got her ass out there and worked. But she supposed this 'work' wasn't very honorable... or legal for that matter.

Somehow Kinglsey found her one night after a job. He knew she was a witch immediately, even though she refused to use her wand for a job just in case MACUSA tried to trace it. He said it had been the weed she was smoking, funny enough. Magically grown marijuana has a distinct smell that differs from regular weed significantly.

  “ I’m sorry dear, where are you staying again?” asked Molly Weasley from across the table, “ I can’t remember for the life of me,”

“ Oh, I didn’t say say, “ (Y/N) said with a polite smile. She supposed the conversation shifted over to her without noticing; great, “ I’m kinda just hopping around from hotels to erm friend’s places,”

Arthur smiled, " Ah! So you have friends here? That's great to hear!"

(Y/N) couldn't help but snort as she thought of all the hookups she had had while being here only a little over a month. Did she really call them friends? She slammed her hand over her mouth before collecting herself and clearing her thoughts, " Excuse me, " she said, fighting a smile, " Sorry, um, inside joke, " she clarified, " I don't really have friends here; I kinda just float around and meet new people-,"

" You've been staying with strangers!" screeched Molly, (Y/N) turned to her left to see the older witch clutching her coat in her hands and looking at (y/n) in absolute horror, " That just won't do. Maybe you can stay with us-,"

(Y/N) jumped up and laughed awkwardly while holding her hands in front of her chest, " Oh no, I'm fine!" she assured the older woman, " I. . ."

What the fuck did she even say? I like fucking people I don't know? I like going out and waking up in random places?

(Y/N) was beginning to panic now. She had paused for too long, and now the conversation had gained the attention of everyone in the room. The (y/h/c) settled with smiling and repeating what she had just said, " I'm fine, "

She convinced absolutely no one.

Tonks raised a pink brow before her eyes lit up as an idea crossed her mind, " Well you can just stay here, hell there's plenty of room- if that's okay with Remus and Sirius, since their here most ...I suppose," she turned to them with a bashful smile.

(Y/N)'s heart practically skipped a beat as Sirius's pale eyes widened. Fuck this was embarrassing. What the fuck did she do? And why was part of her excited, oh dear God, she was acting like she was thirteen, wasn't she?

She settled with an airy laugh, " I can find a hotel or something- or hell even an apartment if I have to, " As if she could fucking afford that.

Sirius shook his head and allowed a kind smile of sorts to play on his lips, " That's not necessary, (Y/L/N)- I mean you are more than welcome to stay here, even if it's just until you find a place,"

Okay, that sounded good, yeah, she'd do that. " Are you sure?" she asked him, eyeing Remus as well. (Y/N) might have been somewhat obnoxious and loud, especially while drinking, in the past but she had gained a type of weird anxiety. She absolutely refused to impose herself or any of her baggage on other people.

" Alright, you can stay on the second floor, I think Molly and the kids cleaned out the third room, yeah?" asked Sirius to Molly, who simply nodded.

Tonks stepped in once again, seemingly recovered from sticking her foot in her mouth, " Do you need help getting your stuff from your hotel?" she asked.

(Y/N) thought about the one charmed bag she had full of clothes and toiletries, " I think I can handle it," she said with a small, perhaps obvious fake smile.

The kids seemed oddly excited about her staying with them, and maybe they were just happy to have someone other than each other and Tonks. Or hell, maybe they liked her. She was pretty fucking cool when you looked past the depressed alcoholic side of her.

“ Could you tell us some auror stories?” asked the youngest Weasley, Ginny, fuck yeah they thought she was cool.

(Y/N) thought about it carefully, “ I don’t know. . .” She had seen some fucked up shit, maybe she could tell them a funny one from when she was just starting out and she was basically mall cop status.

“ Well, I guess the one about when I had to go undercover, and my friend had to pretend to be my pimp isn’t so bad,” she decided aloud. It was probably one of the funniest stories she had.

While the kids and Tonks were on the edge of their seats, Molly and Arthur shared a strained smile which Sirius and Remus noticed, “ Maybe this story can wait for tomorrow, “ said the werewolf looking at the kitchen’s clock, “ You lot have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and pick up books, “

Fred and George scoffed, “ Oh come off it, it’s not like she was actually pimped out !” said Fred

Finally Molly put her foot down and sent all the kids to their respective rooms and on their way out she could hear Ron asking Hermione what being pimped out was.

(Y/N) grimaced, “ Well, I thought it was teenager friendly, “ she told the three once the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione went to bed.

Sirius barked a laugh before taking a swig of his whiskey, “ Don’t fret it, “ he reassured, “ Molly is just protective is all, “

Remus nodded his agreement before looking down at his watch, “ Right, We’ve got to head to West Street and patrol, C’mon Dora,”

Soon it was just the two of them sitting in the once refined kitchen, “ You said you were recruited by Kingsley. . . what made you join?” asked Sirius.

(Y/N) sighed and offered a half-way shrug, “ I guess I just wanted to do some good, I feel like I haven’t done anything for other people in a long time,”

His silver eyes narrowed, “ I thought you had been an auror?”

“ Yeah I had been, but shit happened and I changed career paths,” she said with a small smile, hoping he wasn’t thinking of her as a possible threat. He didn’t trust her, that much was obvious.

“ Your family know you’re here?” he asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “ There isn’t any family to tell,”

There was a pause, a shift in the air. Sirius had questions, she knew that much, but she didn’t want to answer them. Sirius seemed to sense her sensitivity to the subject and quickly changed it.

“ Tell me what was Ilvermorny like?” he asked before taking a sip of his wine.

(Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she turned to him, “ Like a movie,” she hummed, “ I’d never had much stability before Ilvermorny, but it was nice. . . really nice,”

Sirius nodded, “ I know what you mean, “ he muttered looking up at the freshly clean chandelier, “ My parents were horrible, shit heads you could say,”

(Y/N) chuckled, “ I didn’t know mine, I grew up at a orphanage and then was in the foster care system for a while,”

“ It was lonely,” she finished quietly, slightly embarrassed for adding that unnecessary tidbit.

She was staring at the peeling wallpaper when Sirius patted her hand and she met his eyes. He offered her a friendly smile before drawing back, “ Well you’re not anymore with us around, yeah?”

She smiled but rolled her eyes, fighting not to call bullshit, “ I appreciate that,” she said playfully before standing up.

(Y/N) went to bed that night with her heart racing as she remembered Sirius’s hand on her own, she was a fucking disaster. He didn’t flirt with her or look her over- he was a grown man. In his eyes she was probably just some kid.

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“ I appreciate that,” she said to him, her brown eyes melting just a bit before she stood. Sirius watched her go and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

 He didn’t know why she made him nervous, maybe it was the fact he didn’t trust her. She did kind of show up out of nowhere and had an almost nonexistent past.

Sirius had said those things to her in an attempt to get her to open up to him, to trust him, so he in turn could learn more about her. That had been his intention, but the fact his heart skipped a beat when he laid his hand on top of hers was a shock.

Did he find (y/l/n) beautiful, yes. Was she funny, yeah sure. Was she quite possibly his ideal woman, sure maybe.

Gray eyes slid across the old oak table and to the rim of her wine glass where her dark lipstick made an impression on the crystal.

Sirius shut his eyes and groaned.

“Fuck,”

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a/n: lemme know if you guys are interested in another part.

[rose-of-oz]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆…. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐀 “𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐄” 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

❝ Sylvie had dedicated her entire life to the pursuit of being an Auror. She had never once, not even for a moment, wanted another career - after all, it was in her very blood, with both of her parents being borderline-famous former Aurors who had taken down a massive wand-smuggling ring together in their younger years, before her father had been forced to retire due to an injury and her mother had transferred into being solely an interrogations officer. Almost from the moment she could comprehend the concept, Sylvie had wanted to follow in their footsteps, to spend her life fighting against the wicked and putting bad guys away the way they had dedicated themselves to doing for years.

So from the moment she had started her education at Ilvermorny and chosen to join Wampus, that famous house for magic-users with warrior souls, she had thrown herself head-first into her goal. She had studied shield charms and defensive magic until she could wordlessly cast protective spells beyond what her skill level was meant to be, she had spent months learning Occlumency so that no criminal would be able to find their way into her thoughts, and she had even learned some No-Maj-style hand to hand combat in case of any instances where she may be stripped of her wand. By the time she had graduated Ilvermorny and entered straight into MACUSA’s Auror training program, she was the most skilled person in her class and considered a total prodigy - who, admittedly, had no friends and few real ideas on how to interact with people outside of a law enforcement setting, but she was the youngest person to enter Auror training in American history, so what else mattered?

And to top it all off, Sylvie has been assigned to shadow Tina Goldstein, the woman who was partially responsible for catching Geller Grindelwald himself, and assist her in her hunt to recapture the dangerous wizard now that he’s escaped. It’s almost everything she could have asked for… except that Tina seems so much sadder than the amazing, strong Auror that Sylvie had envisioned. And now they are apparently working alongside the awkward British author who helped Tina catch Grindelwald the first time, whom Sylvie doesn’t think much of at all. And then Sylvie meets Mr. Scamander’s assistant, who is almost the exact same as him in terms of personality, but whom Sylvie likes a great deal more.

None of this investigation, or her Auror training in general, has been the slightest bit what Sylvie had expected to come out of something she’s been striving for her entire life. But this merry band of misfits is slowly working to break down the walls she’s built up for herself, and she might even be falling in love… so maybe this huge unexpected event might end up being a good thing, after all. ❞

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Strap in, I tried to keep it to the need to know basis only, but there's still a lot bc I like to ramble

Meet the family, House Malyx

House Malyx is a house that brings dread.

“Oderint dum metuant.”— Let them hate, so long as they fear. The family motto.

To carry the Malyx name was to “bear a weight greater than God and gold”, if one believed in such things. They're dark artists. Their blood entered this world with the bearings of Hell, natural born sorcerers. A gift and an eventual curse. Due to their mixed blood, Malyx have a tendency to live longer than most, although death finds them as easily as anyone else in the end— And when it does, their flesh gives way to dreadful revisions of what once was. They become secrets to be kept behind the locked and charmed doors of their estate, buried deep under the floorboards.

The current state of the house holds ten members, including two wives who married in and two brothers who were brought from a separate arrangement. At the head of House stands Amaris Malyx, hailing at 142 years old but only looks about 65 at most. Her only husband passed when she hit 100. Between them, they had one sole son. Vesemir Malyx, who hails at 120 years old though only looks to be in his 60’s and married to his wife Wilhelmina, with 3 children. Two boys, one girl. The oldest was Ciro, who has yet to marry and shows no signs of attempting any time soon. Nyathera the middle child has proven, thus far, to be too wild for any true suitor but she has countless admirers. Then the youngest, Ambrose is the only child who’s married. Having settled down with the previously divorced Irina, who brought two sons with her; Morvan and Dimitri. Eventually conceiving a young son with Irina, now the youngest heir— the pride and joy of the house. That’s me :)

My father, uncle, and aunt are all at varying ages in their late 40’s early 50’s. Within the next decade and some change, their physical appearances will slow in aging.

Back in America, Vesemir had been a Wampus and Wilhelmina a Horned Serpent. Ciro and Ambrose had both been Thunderbirds, while their sister Nyathera had been a Wampus like their father.

In Britain, Irina had been a Gryffindor while her two boys had been sorted into Slytherin. Then I, while in America had been a Horned Serpent. When transferred to Hogwarts I’d been sorted into Hufflepuff— much to the amusement of both brothers.

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House Malyx moved from America, where they truly come from is unknown.

Ambrose Malyx’s reputation came from how quickly he scaled the ladder of the MACUSA, becoming one of their best aurors, specializing in hunting down Sieges and dark wizards. The fact remained, Ambrose took after his now retired father and brother. He was and is one hell of an auror.

Earning enough of a reputation that he was headhunted for a position under M.O.M. He agreed to be a temporary fill in overseas for some time, where he met Irina. When it was time to go back he brought her with him. The two proceeded to be married and for the first 13 years of my life I was raised in America. When my mother grew homesick, my father packed us up without a second thought and moved the whole family to Britain— well known by that point for giving in to his wife’s every whim. Thus, I transferred during my 3rd year. In the meantime, my father clawed his way up and became Head Auror.

We’re picking this bad boy up at the beginning of 6th year.

The only real last thing to note is that House Malyx’s ‘psuedo-immortality’ isn’t, or wasn’t, really a known subject outside of America. However, there was a collision of two revered families when they briefly came into contact with House Black. At the time, Amaris was 120 meeting a 23 year old Orion Black. You can imagine the horror and fear when she turns back up 22 years later looking no different and with three generations under her.

And if anyone is wondering who the S.P is in this skit— There’s three iterations of this, so depending on which one I’m currently running it’s either:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

[ashxbabes]

the dress

this fic is dedicated to @just-asimple-brunette and @millicndcllarbby and characters belong to them. note that creative liberties were taken with respect to these two creators.

she looked over herself in the mirror once more, soothing out any wrinkles or imperfections that might be there. despite spending nearly three hours staring at her own reflection, yuka hardly recognized herself.

"we don't have all night, you know!" she heard her husband call out from the bottom of the staircase.

yuka could already picture him tapping his foot and checking his watch for the umpteenth time. all for dramatic effect, of course. "that means: lets go!"

she smirked and gave herself one last glance. she was perfect.

jordan was actually checking his watch by the time he heard her footsteps descend. they weren't running too late, but jordan wanted to time out their entrance perfectly. he wanted to be one of the last few guests to arrive, so nearly all eyes were on them as they entered. at least, he knew eyes would fall on to him. he had been facing away from the staircase when he finally turned to face her with an exaggerated sigh. "finally. we're going to be -"

his annoyed expression completely dropped upon seeing her. jordan was used to his wife's usual style, which consisted of a soft color palette when it came to her clothes and makeup. she favored colors likes soft pinks and nude tones, with the occasional periwinkle to spice things up. skirts went down to her shins to elongate her legs, and always flowed out softly. if a garment was form fitting, you could count on it being a matching set. akin to those of vintage chanel. tonight, however, yuka had done a complete 180 degrees of wardrobe, even makeup.

her gown was a onyx black, with tulle that hung off her shoulders. the top hugged her waist and accentuated her chest, having the same effect as a corset, before dropping off in a skirt that flowed around her, but still kept its shape enough to see hers. her normally straight was now curled and one up with side pieces to frame her face. she was adorned with lacy black gloves, and simple pearls that clung to her earlobes. the real eye catcher was the pearl choker that held a sapphire in the middle.

he certainly was gawking as yuka smirked her plum red lips as she watched his reaction. "shall we go?"

jordan was definitely right when it came to the timing. nearly everyone had already arrived, save for madam president, who would make her entrance once everyone had filing in. the main hall of macusa was now transformed into a grand ballroom, along with the staircases that lead to the more floors that were also transformed to look the part. they were practically the last couple to arrive. before they entered, jordan held his hand out to his wife. she looked at it and then up to his eyes. "if you're trying to sell the 'happy newlyweds' act, you'll need to try harder than that, mr. smith," she chastised, having half a mind to waltz in by herself.

but, before she could take a step, he reached out and snaked his arm around her waist, tugging her closely to his side. while she could dress differently, there was no getting rid of that attitude. "then you might want to play your part, mrs. smith," he hissed back.

the both used that name whenever it was meant to dig at each other. it was their proverbial ball and chain, bondage to one another forced upon them by their families. after their usual round of eyerolls and sneers, they put on their happy faces and made their way into the ballroom. all eyes found themselves enraptured by the couple. with her new style change, yuka had inadvertently matched jordan's suit to a tee. to their coworkers they were really the 'perfect couple.' while her husband basked in the glow of it all, yuka was dying on the inside. they made their rounds to jordan's associates, smiling and making smile talk. things yuka was trained for, but didn't hate it any less. while they were mingling, her attention was turned towards the andersons, along with james and ash. she looked their way and when their eyes met, she discreetly pleaded for their help. ash was the first to understand and finished off his champagne, before marching up to the couple. "mrs. smith, you look lovely tonight," he greeted, trying to keep his mischievous smirk at bay, as did yuka.

"as do you, mr. mcknight."

"i hope you don't mind, mr. smith," he asked as the violins began to warm up, indicating the next song.

"no, of course not," jordan was half relieved to get his wife out of his hair, not wanting to worry about her embarrassing him.

ash grinned and led yuka out onto the dance floor. he spun and twirled her around as they waltzed, making sure to catch as many eyes as possible. "if i didn't know any better, i would think you're trying to show me off," she teased as he dipped her.

"maybe that's the idea."

just then, ash looked up to the others and flashed a wink. he spun her out one last time, only she was caught by lo. and on and on they went before she was handed off to james and then oliver. each of the men making it a point to show her off, something her husband couldn't dream of doing. speaking of which, jordan didn't even notice till her third dance with oliver anderson, when the wife of his coworker commented on how graceful yuka was on the dancefloor. as he watched anderson paraded her around, making almost a show that she was with him and not jordan. he felt a pang of jealousy strike a certain nerve inside him. was it because the attention was diverted to yuka, or that his wife was dancing with another man? perhaps both. jordan wasn't sure. all he knew was that he needed to be the one out there with her. no one else. seething and jaw clenched, jordan tried to seem nonchalant as she marched up and intercepted their dance, his hand catching yuka's before it met oliver's. "jordan?"

"have you ever heard of wait your turn?" the auror remarked.

"have you ever heard of don't touch my wife again or i'll hex you into the next morning?" his voice was low, but sharp along with his gaze.

"jordan, stop!" she whispered out, hoping to end any scene that might play out.

just before jordan could say another word, lo went up to save his husband, pulling him into a waltz. both of them smirking as they made their quick getaway. even ash and james discreetly bumped into the two as they danced pass them. "move it or lose it, cousin!" james called out playfully, before whisked him away.

jordan was red in the face, feeling like a fool for letting himself get goaded into such a plot. but, he tried to keep whatever composure he had and pulled yuka against him. he rested his hand on the small of her back, while the other held hers up high. he took the lead as they followed the waltz the crowd around them began to move to. "i hope you had your fun," he grumbled in a low voice.

"i did, dancing instead of being the parrot on your shoulder while you talk to all your friends."

"how could you embarrass me like that? letting yourself be handed to all those men-"

"you mean your cousin, your cousin's date, and my only two other friends that are married to one another?"

"you made me look like a fool, a cuckold of a husband."

"well if the shoe fits-"

he twirled her out and in, a little more aggressive than needed, causing yuka to stumble around a bit. she gripped onto him, in order to balance herself. she felt her own annoyance start to bubble, and in retaliation she stepped on his foot. he winced, hunched forward enough to whisper in his ear, "the next time you get the chance, you might want to strike first before someone else does. because a good husband would make sure no one has the chance to show me off before anyone else could."

jordan felt his face become flushed. "you want to be shown off? fine!"

before she could say another word, he once again took the lead. this time, everyone backed up and encircled the couple as the spun her round and lifted her up into his arms, only to end their performance by dipping her with a kiss.

yuka could barely react when she felt his lips on her own. cheeks becoming hot and heart beating fast against her ribcage. this was the first time he kissed her, actually kissed her, and it was for all to see. the music ceased and their lips broke apart, the whole room becoming static and the applause of the crowd grew distant as their looked into each other's eyes. something started to feel...different.

through the applause, oliver sighed and discreetly handed ash the twenty dollar bill. "you bet on if they would kiss or not?!" lo scolded his husband in a hushed tone.

"it was actually when they would kiss," ash clarified.

[themonsterblogofmonsters]

I’m sure you may not even necessarily answer this, but what are your thoughts/fanon on the possible status of the slide-rock bolter in the HP universe?

Blog's on hiatus, but I'll still answer asks every now and again!

If you look through the blog you'll see I've done a few Fearsome Critters before, so including the Slide-Rock Bolter would fit with that. Personally I might size it down some - a lot of older stories where they describe something as very large or very old is often a narrative device, kind of like "long, long ago, in a land far, far away" where the point is to emphasise that it was a long time ago, or very far away, or impressively big, and not necessarily to be a 100% accurate depiction of a creature or it's lifespan, or a place or it's location, and most Fearsome Critters were deliberately made up kind of as a joke, the natural extension of a tall tale turned into an in-joke. So personally I'd size it down a little if I were to include it.

I'd also say it wouldn't necessarily have to hook it's tail over the peak or crest of a mountain, but rather any ridge or cliff edge conducive to its hunting strategy - it's basically an ambush predator, not unlike a reverse trapdoor spider, so I'd lean into that for it. I'd probably also give it vestigial limbs, making it look a little more seal or dolphin like in the body, so instead of using momentum to get up to another peak (eventually, the energy of dropping would not be enough, given it'd lose it with the weight gain of its captured prey) it can instead wriggle and writhe its way up, much as seals manoeuvre on land.

I'd then probably tie it into rockfalls, avalanches - mining accidents! - as ways MACUSA attempts to cover up it's presence, and probably, given the fact that the only canonical dragons in the Americas seems to be the Peruvian Vipertooth and kind of the Snallygaster, I'd probably then go on to say that given how tough Slide-Rock Bolter belly hide has to be to endure that abrasion, it's the preferred State-side replacement for dragonhide gloves and other safety gear. I might also say that even when not hungry Slide-Rock Bolters will drop sometimes, in order to deal with pests and parasites on their bellies, using abrasion in the way some animals do to shed flaking skin or when shedding.

I might have them asexually reproducing, laying eggs, and then use that to talk about how disturbances to their natural habitat is disturbing the nesting sites which, plus their susceptibility to invasive fauna and diseases (doubly so if they're reproducing asexually) is having a deleterious effect on their population, to mixed response from MACUSA. On the one hand, if there's fewer of them there's less muggle cover ups required, on the other hand, it's magical fauna unique to the Americas and is their duty to protect and conserve.

But! And I want to be clear here, these are my ideas if I was trying to make them fit an ecological niche. If you're trying to work them into a story you can bend and change a lot of things in order to make it suit the story you're telling.

Anyway! I hope this was helpful, thank you for the engaging ask, and I hope you have a lovely day!

[pluviowriting]

Everything I Didn't Say Chapter I

The Littlest Witch

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: Mild language maybe, mostly just some fluff

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My Dearest Cordelia,

It’s been a month since I left you. An entire four weeks. I don’t believe we’ve ever gone this long without seeing each other, even over the summers. I loved when you’d visit during the summers, or when I’d go to you. Feldcroft felt like home again when you stayed. Especially during the year when Anne wasn’t there. You always made the days feel longer and shorter at the same time. How I wish to feel that way now. These simply must have been the slowest four weeks of my entire life. I miss you immensely, my favorite witch.

I’ve made it to America, if you can believe it. This land is massive. I’ve spoken to representatives at MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America, though I’ve only heard that name once since being here. They use the acronym like it’s a word. Mack ooh sah. It’s the most interesting dialect). I have to admit, they’ve been a decent help but no one here appears to have a concrete answer as to what truly plagues Anne and how to rid her of it.

I hope you, Anne, and Ominis are well. I hope the three of you are spending time together in my absence and that I’ll get to join you soon. Do you miss me like I miss you, my love? Even just the thought of you, picturing the way your hair falls over your shoulders, the little scar across the bridge of your nose, it makes me feel lighter. Warmer. Like I’m imagining my home. Hopefully that’s what we’ll be to each other when I return. Home. You’ll always be mine even if I can’t be yours.

I love you, Cordelia Graham.

Yours always,

Sebastian

~~~~~

“Anna Sabine Graham! You get back here this instant!” Cordelia called after her sprinting child, but it was no use. They had both spotted their favorite heads of bright red hair from across Hogsmeade Square, and there was no force on earth that could keep that little girl from them.

“Gare-Gare!” Anna hollered as she moved as fast as her little legs could carry her, her mother’s voice falling on deaf ears. “Nana Tilda!”

There was an audible “oof” as the body of the four year old collided with the torso of her favorite uncle. Garreth Weasley had managed to squat down before she made it to him, and he rose to stand with Anna on his hip.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little witch. Where’s your mumma, love? I heard her shouting for you.” Garreth looked over the square, smiling when he saw his frustrated best friend. “Ah there she is. Hello Cori. I believe I have something that belongs to you. Or rather someone,” he greeted, the teasing tone a constant in his voice.

The young woman shook her head, chuckling at the fact Anna was already chattering nonsense to her former professor and Garreth’s aunt Matilda. The older woman was nodding enthusiastically as she listened to every word coming out of the freckled girl’s mouth. Cordelia couldn’t ignore the way her heart melted at the sight. Garreth and Prof– Matilda had been there for her throughout the past five years. Both Weasleys had tried to encourage her to reach out to Sebastian when she finally confessed to who had fathered Anna - though the both of them knew that he had been the only possibility long before her confession. It was an argument they had lost enough times to no longer bring it up when they spent the afternoons together.

“Hello Garreth. Matilda.” She smiled as she greeted the Weasleys before she grabbed Garreth by his shoulder and turned him so her daughter was no longer facing the older woman, and the pair were face to face.

“You know better than to go running off when we’re visiting Hogsmeade, Anna. You always need to be near an adult when we leave home.”

Though a majority of a decade had passed, Cordelia still worried about the followers of the men she fought as a child. Even with the numbers of Ashwinders, Poachers, and Loyalists having dropped dramatically since she was a student, her paranoia was always prevalent when she and Anna visited Hogsmeade. She could defend herself just fine, and in a square surrounded by other witches and wizards, she wouldn’t fight alone. She worried about one quietly taking her child in some delayed and twisted eye-for-an-eye move for the deaths of Rookwood and Ranrok.

In a look that she didn’t know she got from her father, Anna’s big brown eyes got even bigger before she batted them at her mother. Her bottom lip jutted out just slightly and wobbled as she was scolded. “‘M sorry mumma. I wanted Uncle Gare-Gare. I see’d him and I was essited.”

As if to emphasize her point, the small child wrapped her short arms around the man’s neck and tucked her head into his shoulder. Cordelia groaned softly and ran a hand down her face. It was so much harder to stick to reprimanding her daughter when she reminded her of the boy she once loved, and frankly still loved. For the millionth time in the last five years, she internally cursed Sebastian Sallow for it.

“We were going to see them, you little rascal.” She reached out and tousled the warm brown curls atop Anna’s head. “If you do that again, I’ll have to tell Uncle Garreth that he can’t carry you around and you’ll have to walk all on your own.”

Her threat was punctuated by two gasps, one from the child she was scolding and the other from the man-child holding her. The hand resting against the middle of Anna’s back moved to cradle her head.

“Cordelia, you wouldn’t,” Garreth admonished, as if it would be just as much a punishment for him as it would his niece.

“I would. She’s old enough to walk around Hogsmeade on her own two feet, Garreth. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who saw her prove that as she made her way across the square to get to you, was I?”

He didn’t dignify her question with a response, instead turning with a huff. “Come along, little witch. Let’s go see what creatures Madame Peck has in the store today, yeah?”

Cordelia heard a cheer as the troublesome pair walked away. She watched them until she lost sight of Garreth, and she finally turned to Matilda with a smile.

“Hello Matilda,” she muttered before wrapping her arms around the older woman. She knew she had already greeted her, but she had been preoccupied then.

There was no better feeling on earth than one of Matilda Weasley’s hugs, the former Slytherin was sure of it. Matilda was the closest thing she had to a mother, considering the woman had been supporting all of her endeavors since her first day at Hogwarts.

“Hello Cordelia. Good to see you as always. The both of you, of course. Even though it seems we aren’t interesting enough to keep the attention of the other half of our party.”

The women decided to take a seat outside of Steepley and Sons, spending their time catching up. Matilda was looking forward to the upcoming school year in a few months, informing Cordelia that her former potions professor, Professor Sharp, had become the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after Hecat’s retirement, and that none other than Garreth would be the newest member of the staff come fall.

“That scoundrel! He never even mentioned that to me! It’s not like I haven’t seen or written to him at all this summer,” she huffed, shaking her head good naturedly.

The women continued their chatter until a little voice drew their attention, signaling the return of Anna and Garreth.

“Mumma! Nana Tilda! I gots to pet a puff-ein!” The child boasted, pride practically radiating from her entire being.

“Oh, did you now? And I assume you were on your best behaviour then if Madame Peck allowed that.”

Anna nodded as she smiled from ear to ear. “Yes mumma. You can even ask Gare-Gare. He says I was so good!” On cue, Garreth nodded as he sat down across from Cordelia, still holding his niece in his lap.

“Did Madame Peck let you pet any of her beasts, Professor Weasley?” Cordelia leveled the man with her best motherly stare as she felt the corners of her lips twitching upward. She wasn’t truly upset with her friend, of course, but she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to heckle him. Especially not when he had been sitting on news like this.

”I was going to tell you at dinner.” He had the smarts to look sheepish when he was called out. “Speaking of dinner, Cordelia, what do you feed your child? She’s been lamenting  about being hungry since halfway through visiting Brood and Peck.”

”She just knows you’re a fool, Garreth. She had a snack before we left. She was trying to lure you to Honeydukes.”

The man’s face turned the color of his hair as he realized he had once again been busted. While the little witch hadn’t ratted him out yet, it was only a matter of time before she did. Cordelia wouldn’t be the least surprised to hear about it.

With the discussion turning toward dinner, the group decided to head towards The Three Broomsticks. The owner, Sirona, greeted them as they came in like she always did. The four sat and ate, enjoying each other’s company for hours. The three adults only realized how late it was getting when Anna had fallen asleep in her mother’s lap while Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair.

The child was woken up slightly to say goodbyes, but she didn’t even lift her head from her mother’s shoulder. Cordelia bid her goodbyes to the Weasleys, promising they’d have to do this once more before the school year started and the pair would be returning to Hogwarts. The young woman also bid goodbye to the woman behind the bar, giving her a wave with Anna’s limp hand as she left.

Using the floo, they were home in no time. She managed to get her daughter into sleep clothes and tucked into bed in seemingly record time. With a kiss on her forehead, Cordelia left Anna asleep in her bed before she tucked herself in for the night.

~~~~~

The following week was just like any other week. Every morning Cordelia woke Anna, they had breakfast, got dressed, and traveled to Keenbridge. They’d spend the day working in Cori’s apothecary, with Anna either resting in the back room, or working with her mom prepping some of the more stable potion ingredients. On the slower days, Cordelia would teach her child spellcasting. As well as she could without the little witch having a wand of her own, anyways. Wooden spoons worked wonders as fake wands, and there were plenty of those to be found.

”You’ll move your wand like this, little love. Watch mumma.” She made sure she had her daughter’s attention before moving the “wand” she used to demonstrate spells to show her the movement for the spell levioso. Her chest filled with pride as she watched Anna copy her movements practically perfectly. “Good job! And the spell is levioso.”

Proving she had inherited smarts from both her parents, the small child brandished her wand the way she had been taught, and her voice filled the shop as she shouted. “Lebioso!”

“That’s it little love! Brightest witch of your generation, I’m sure of it. Would you like to see what the spell does?”

Anna nodded eagerly, looking up at her mother with bright eyes. Cordelia chuckled before casting the spell on an empty pot in the back corner and the child stared on in awe. Their moment was interrupted by the shopkeep from next door popping her head in. Eleanora specialized in beast byproducts, something that Cori was happy to assist with in a pinch. In return, the kind woman would watch Anna whenever it was needed.

“Oh we’re learning levioso today, hmm? How exciting.”

Cori smiled at the young woman she called a friend and bent to kiss the top of Anna’s head. “Alright, well if Miss Eleanora is showing up, that must mean it’s almost lunch time. You be on your best behaviour, little miss. I want to hear that you’re the best behaved girl in Keenbridge when I return from lunch, alright? I love you.”

“I love you too, mumma.” The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s legs in a hug goodbye before Cori left, using the floo to travel to Upper Hogsfield.

Every other week she had a standing lunch with her fellow former Slytherin, now Ominis Sallow, as the man couldn’t wait to get rid of his family name once he had married Sebastian’s sister Anne. She sighed softly as she saw him sitting at their usual spot and she hurried towards him.

“I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting, Ominis. I had a fussy customer I just couldn’t get rid of quick enough.” The lie rolled off her tongue easily, but it tasted like the kerosene that lit the lamps in her home at night.

“Oh, I haven’t been here long, Cordelia. I’m glad you made it.”

“Come now, Ominis. You know I wouldn’t miss our lunches for the world. How has Anne been?”

“She’s been managing. The brew you brought last has actually been a decent help. It doesn’t prevent them, but if she takes a dose when they come on, it seems they’re shorter and they take less out of her.”

Helping Anne Sallow was part of the repentance she paid for keeping her daughter a secret from Sebastian’s family. She would’ve helped the woman regardless, but it was more personal knowing that she was the only reason she didn’t know she had a niece. Her pregnancy had prevented her from attending their wedding as well. The invitation for the elopement came during her third trimester, and she had ended up in labor a week before the wedding took place. She was in no shape to leave her newborn, and even though she did long to attend, at that time she wouldn’t have been able to keep Anna a secret from one of her dearest friends and his wife, her namesake.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I’ll have to brew more and when we meet for lunch again in a couple weeks I can make sure you have a fresh stock and she won’t run out.”

“That would be lovely, Cori. Thank you. From both of us. Perhaps if Anne is having a good day, she might tag along.”

Cordelia blanched at the idea and her appetite immediately lessened. It had been intentional that she hadn’t seen Anne since their fifth year, in the aftermath of what she still only called The Catacomb Incident. She still had nightmares of what conspired that night, even if everything had been alright since the fall of their seventh year. “That would be lovely. I haven’t seen Anne in years.” The witch hoped her tone didn’t match how she looked, and it was one of a few times she was relieved her friend couldn’t see her.

With how easily Ominis continued their conversation, she was relieved by the fact that she had been convincing enough. Their lunch hour seemed to fly by as they enjoyed food and each other’s company. Like always, there was no mention of Sebastian. In the early months of her pregnancy, even the mention of his name was enough to send Cordelia into heart wrenching sobs. Enough lunches went by with Ominis trying to bring the other wizard up in conversation to let his friend know that he was doing well, but he would never get past the phrase “Sebastian sent a letter” before he was interrupted by her blubbering. He stopped mentioning the other Sallow after the third month and he hadn’t tried to bring him up again since.

As the pair regaled each other on their lives the past week, she filled her friend in on the news she had learned from Matilda just a week before. Ominis was even more shocked than she was to hear the trouble starter from their years in potions class together would now be teaching it.

“Garreth Weasley, a professor?! And the potions professor no less! Hogwarts will burn to the ground by the winter, I’ll almost guarantee it.”

Cordelia couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. “Ominis! We’ve all changed since we’ve left school. I’m sure he’ll do well. And Matilda will still be keeping an eye on him.”

The blonde grumbled and shook his head, which prompted another laugh from the woman sat across from him. She did have to concede that she had a similar train of thought when she had learned of this as well, though she had been more hopeful that the Gryffindor could at least make it through one year before he burned their former school to ashes.

As it did every time, lunch felt too short. After finishing their meals and saying their goodbyes, the duo parted ways. Cordelia waited for Ominis to leave before popping into one of the smaller shops in Upper Hogsfield to get a treat for Anna before she returned to Keenbridge. With the chocolate frog in her bag, she apparated back to her shop, the pop and bell above the door announcing her return.

“Anna! I’m back, love!” She called through the shop before realizing it was empty.

She shook her head before leaving her shop and heading next door to Eleanora’s. Of course they ended up over there. The second she opened the door, she could hear familiar footsteps heading towards her.

“Mumma you’re back!”

“I am. Where’s Miss Eleanora? I need to talk with her and figure out if you’ve earned the treat in my purse or if it’ll have to wait.” She squatted so she could be nearly the same height as her daughter, allowing the little girl to press a kiss to her cheek before she reciprocated the same affection. “Can you sit and wait? I’ll only be a minute, alright?”

Anna nodded, returning to the little desk that Eleanora had conjured for her to use when the other witch was watching her. True to her word, Cordelia’s conversation with Eleanora was short, and soon she and her daughter were returning to their own shop with friendly goodbyes thrown over their shoulders. Upon their return, Anna got the treat she was promised, and the rest of their day went on like it always did.

After the years of uncertainty in her youth, Cordelia thrived in her life of routine. It worked for her, it worked for Anna, and she was sure there was nothing that was going to throw a wrench in their routine. She had worked hard to give her daughter the life she didn’t get, and it would take a massive change to ruin that. A massive change like the unannounced return of Sebastian Sallow to the Scottish Highlands, but that wasn’t something Cordelia thought she had to be worried about.

[obsidianpen]

Tell me Tom is bad at feelings without telling me.... Loved your new B&G chapter, kinda knew that we'd have to see the Dark Lord version of Tommy sometime soon, but didn't think it would be THAT soon. I want my fluff back.

Anywho - kinda funny that he's all in Hermione's face about being her 'Master' when he's quite literally a slave to that WAP. I think Hermione needs to put him in his place ASAP. Here's hoping that whatever they see in the vision really shows just how 'worthy' she is of being his equal.

I am also honestly jealous of all the people that are able to fantasise about the ending - I honestly have no idea and I'm loving it.

My only (silly) question is - will the lines ever stop spreading? It's clear that they are literally everywhere (thanks Tom), but surely they are running out of space to spread?

Also - the hand shaped mark on Tom's chest that Hermione did - are they somehow connected? Sorry I know that's 2 question.

Feel free to ignore them if they are too spoilery! x0x0x

okay I’m glad someone else sees this too haha! Yeah, so not to get to into revealing toms inner turmoil (if you don’t like knowing what’s going on in his head stop reading this),

but I’m totally about to ramble big time because I think a lot of people are missing this. Lots of comments like ‘he’s such an asshole!! How dare he!!!’ Well. Toms definitely spinning. And can you blame the guy? He went from getting a bouquet of symbolic wildflowers from hermione that was even sweeter than she realized (he often gave flowers to his clients as a shop boy, and he even stole some for her accidentally - never imagined once in his life that he’d ever get any - yes because he’s a guy but also because he has a lot of hang ups, he is not used to gifts, he gives things to manipulate and he takes the things he wants), and after deciphering all that realizing (even if he wouldn’t say as much) that he’s fucking down so bad for this witch, fully enamored, must keep. And THEN she’s sick and THEN she doesn’t take his nice ‘take a nap, love’ potion and THEN she gets kidnapped by Dumbledore and the freaking MACUSA and THEN he’s pleading with freaking Hepzibah like some lovesick peasant for help and THEN, when he’s knee deep in imperious curses and dark marks and internationally kidnapping metamorphagi bartenders, THEN, while retrieving her wand from the Ministry despite how tricky that is (like a true gentleman)… he finds out this bitch stole his ring. Which means she knew about his horcrux (well it was horcruxes but he didn’t know that then poor lamb) and in his mind, the only reason anyone would go after a horcrux would be to destroy it. Tom had to process a lot, still had to save her because he can’t have this seer who knows all about him in Dumbledore’s clutches, had to short term delude himself into pretending everything is totally fine until he gets her out, that whole grand escape thing happens, and THEN she wants to give him a blowjob??? Which he’s never trusted anyone to do, let alone this witch he’s obsessed with who destroyed his SOUL??? Who at this point he thinks is a world class psychopath, btw - but he lets it happen because even in his most crazed moments, he’s actually exactly what you said. And he knows it deep down, but can’t accept it, so yeah, he’s doing the whole ‘have to reassert my dark lord dominance’ thing, and while a lot of people reading seemed really hung up on him being a manipulative asshole (rightfully so, this is him), there was also a lot of pretty blatant worship in that chapter too (and in case this has also escaped the general notice, Tom is actually obsessed with pleasing her)

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Everything I Didn't Say - Chapter I

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My Dearest Cordelia,

It’s been a month since I left you. An entire four weeks. I don’t believe we’ve ever gone this long without seeing each other, even over the summers. I loved when you’d visit during the summers, or when I’d go to you. Feldcroft felt like home again when you stayed. Especially during the year when Anne wasn’t there. You always made the days feel longer and shorter at the same time. How I wish to feel that way now. These simply must have been the slowest four weeks of my entire life. I miss you immensely, my favorite witch.

I’ve made it to America, if you can believe it. This land is massive. I’ve spoken to representatives at MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America, though I’ve only heard that name once since being here. They use the acronym like it’s a word. Mack ooh sah. It’s the most interesting dialect). I have to admit, they’ve been a decent help but no one here appears to have a concrete answer as to what truly plagues Anne and how to rid her of it.

I hope you, Anne, and Ominis are well. I hope the three of you are spending time together in my absence and that I’ll get to join you soon. Do you miss me like I miss you, my love? Even just the thought of you, picturing the way your hair falls over your shoulders, the little scar across the bridge of your nose, it makes me feel lighter. Warmer. Like I’m imagining my home. Hopefully that’s what we’ll be to each other when I return. Home. You’ll always be mine even if I can’t be yours.

I love you, Cordelia Graham.

Yours always,

Sebastian

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“Anna Sabine Graham! You get back here this instant!” Cordelia called after her sprinting child, but it was no use. They had both spotted their favorite heads of bright red hair from across Hogsmeade Square, and there was no force on earth that could keep that little girl from them.

“Gare-Gare!” Anna hollered as she moved as fast as her little legs could carry her, her mother’s voice falling on deaf ears. “Nana Tilda!”

There was an audible “oof” as the body of the four year old collided with the torso of her favorite uncle. Garreth Weasley had managed to squat down before she made it to him, and he rose to stand with Anna on his hip.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little witch. Where’s your mumma, love? I heard her shouting for you.” Garreth looked over the square, smiling when he saw his frustrated best friend. “Ah there she is. Hello Cori. I believe I have something that belongs to you. Or rather someone,” he greeted, the teasing tone a constant in his voice.

The young woman shook her head, chuckling at the fact Anna was already chattering nonsense to her former professor and Garreth’s aunt Matilda. The older woman was nodding enthusiastically as she listened to every word coming out of the freckled girl’s mouth. Cordelia couldn’t ignore the way her heart melted at the sight. Garreth and Prof– Matilda had been there for her throughout the past five years. Both Weasleys had tried to encourage her to reach out to Sebastian when she finally confessed to who had fathered Anna - though the both of them knew that he had been the only possibility long before her confession. It was an argument they had lost enough times to no longer bring it up when they spent the afternoons together.

“Hello Garreth. Matilda.” She smiled as she greeted the Weasleys before she grabbed Garreth by his shoulder and turned him so her daughter was no longer facing the older woman, and the pair were face to face.

“You know better than to go running off when we’re visiting Hogsmeade, Anna. You always need to be near an adult when we leave home.”

Though a majority of a decade had passed, Cordelia still worried about the followers of the men she fought as a child. Even with the numbers of Ashwinders, Poachers, and Loyalists having dropped dramatically since she was a student, her paranoia was always prevalent when she and Anna visited Hogsmeade. She could defend herself just fine, and in a square surrounded by other witches and wizards, she wouldn’t fight alone. She worried about one quietly taking her child in some delayed and twisted eye-for-an-eye move for the deaths of Rookwood and Ranrok.

In a look that she didn’t know she got from her father, Anna’s big brown eyes got even bigger before she batted them at her mother. Her bottom lip jutted out just slightly and wobbled as she was scolded. “‘M sorry mumma. I wanted Uncle Gare-Gare. I see’d him and I was essited.”

As if to emphasize her point, the small child wrapped her short arms around the man’s neck and tucked her head into his shoulder. Cordelia groaned softly and ran a hand down her face. It was so much harder to stick to reprimanding her daughter when she reminded her of the boy she once loved, and frankly still loved. For the millionth time in the last five years, she internally cursed Sebastian Sallow for it.

“We were going to see them, you little rascal.” She reached out and tousled the warm brown curls atop Anna’s head. “If you do that again, I’ll have to tell Uncle Garreth that he can’t carry you around and you’ll have to walk all on your own.”

Her threat was punctuated by two gasps, one from the child she was scolding and the other from the man-child holding her. The hand resting against the middle of Anna’s back moved to cradle her head.

“Cordelia, you wouldn’t,” Garreth admonished, as if it would be just as much a punishment for him as it would his niece.

“I would. She’s old enough to walk around Hogsmeade on her own two feet, Garreth. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who saw her prove that as she made her way across the square to get to you, was I?”

He didn’t dignify her question with a response, instead turning with a huff. “Come along, little witch. Let’s go see what creatures Madame Peck has in the store today, yeah?”

Cordelia heard a cheer as the troublesome pair walked away. She watched them until she lost sight of Garreth, and she finally turned to Matilda with a smile.

“Hello Matilda,” she muttered before wrapping her arms around the older woman. She knew she had already greeted her, but she had been preoccupied then.

There was no better feeling on earth than one of Matilda Weasley’s hugs, the former Slytherin was sure of it. Matilda was the closest thing she had to a mother, considering the woman had been supporting all of her endeavors since her first day at Hogwarts.

“Hello Cordelia. Good to see you as always. The both of you, of course. Even though it seems we aren’t interesting enough to keep the attention of the other half of our party.”

The women decided to take a seat outside of Steepley and Sons, spending their time catching up. Matilda was looking forward to the upcoming school year in a few months, informing Cordelia that her former potions professor, Professor Sharp, had become the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after Hecat’s retirement, and that none other than Garreth would be the newest member of the staff come fall.

“That scoundrel! He never even mentioned that to me! It’s not like I haven’t seen or written to him at all this summer,” she huffed, shaking her head good naturedly.

The women continued their chatter until a little voice drew their attention, signaling the return of Anna and Garreth.

“Mumma! Nana Tilda! I gots to pet a puff-ein!” The child boasted, pride practically radiating from her entire being.

“Oh, did you now? And I assume you were on your best behaviour then if Madame Peck allowed that.”

Anna nodded as she smiled from ear to ear. “Yes mumma. You can even ask Gare-Gare. He says I was so good!” On cue, Garreth nodded as he sat down across from Cordelia, still holding his niece in his lap.

“Did Madame Peck let you pet any of her beasts, Professor Weasley?” Cordelia leveled the man with her best motherly stare as she felt the corners of her lips twitching upward. She wasn’t truly upset with her friend, of course, but she wasn’t going to pass up the chance to heckle him. Especially not when he had been sitting on news like this.

”I was going to tell you at dinner.” He had the smarts to look sheepish when he was called out. “Speaking of dinner, Cordelia, what do you feed your child? She’s been lamenting  about being hungry since halfway through visiting Brood and Peck.”

”She just knows you’re a fool, Garreth. She had a snack before we left. She was trying to lure you to Honeydukes.”

The man’s face turned the color of his hair as he realized he had once again been busted. While the little witch hadn’t ratted him out yet, it was only a matter of time before she did. Cordelia wouldn’t be the least surprised to hear about it.

With the discussion turning toward dinner, the group decided to head towards The Three Broomsticks. The owner, Sirona, greeted them as they came in like she always did. The four sat and ate, enjoying each other’s company for hours. The three adults only realized how late it was getting when Anna had fallen asleep in her mother’s lap while Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair.

The child was woken up slightly to say goodbyes, but she didn’t even lift her head from her mother’s shoulder. Cordelia bid her goodbyes to the Weasleys, promising they’d have to do this once more before the school year started and the pair would be returning to Hogwarts. The young woman also bid goodbye to the woman behind the bar, giving her a wave with Anna’s limp hand as she left.

Using the floo, they were home in no time. She managed to get her daughter into sleep clothes and tucked into bed in seemingly record time. With a kiss on her forehead, Cordelia left Anna asleep in her bed before she tucked herself in for the night.

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The following week was just like any other week. Every morning Cordelia woke Anna, they had breakfast, got dressed, and traveled to Keenbridge. They’d spend the day working in Cori’s apothecary, with Anna either resting in the back room, or working with her mom prepping some of the more stable potion ingredients. On the slower days, Cordelia would teach her child spellcasting. As well as she could without the little witch having a wand of her own, anyways. Wooden spoons worked wonders as fake wands, and there were plenty of those to be found.

”You’ll move your wand like this, little love. Watch mumma.” She made sure she had her daughter’s attention before moving the “wand” she used to demonstrate spells to show her the movement for the spell levioso. Her chest filled with pride as she watched Anna copy her movements practically perfectly. “Good job! And the spell is levioso.”

Proving she had inherited smarts from both her parents, the small child brandished her wand the way she had been taught, and her voice filled the shop as she shouted. “Lebioso!”

“That’s it little love! Brightest witch of your generation, I’m sure of it. Would you like to see what the spell does?”

Anna nodded eagerly, looking up at her mother with bright eyes. Cordelia chuckled before casting the spell on an empty pot in the back corner and the child stared on in awe. Their moment was interrupted by the shopkeep from next door popping her head in. Eleanora specialized in beast byproducts, something that Cori was happy to assist with in a pinch. In return, the kind woman would watch Anna whenever it was needed.

“Oh we’re learning levioso today, hmm? How exciting.”

Cori smiled at the young woman she called a friend and bent to kiss the top of Anne’s head. “Alright, well if Miss Eleanora is showing up, that must mean it’s almost lunch time. You be on your best behaviour, little miss. I want to hear that you’re the best behaved girl in Keenbridge when I return from lunch, alright? I love you.”

“I love you too, mumma.” The little girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s legs in a hug goodbye before Cori left, using the floo to travel to Upper Hogsfield.

Every other week she had a standing lunch with her fellow former Slytherin, now Ominis Sallow, as the man couldn’t wait to get rid of his family name once he had married Sebastian’s sister Anne. She sighed softly as she saw him sitting at their usual spot and she hurried towards him.

“I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting, Ominis. I had a fussy customer I just couldn’t get rid of quick enough.” The lie rolled off her tongue easily, but it tasted like the kerosene that lit the lamps in her home at night.

“Oh, I haven’t been here long, Cordelia. I’m glad you made it.”

“Come now, Ominis. You know I wouldn’t miss our lunches for the world. How has Anne been?”

“She’s been managing. The brew you brought last has actually been a decent help. It doesn’t prevent them, but if she takes a dose when they come on, it seems they’re shorter and they take less out of her.”

Helping Anne Sallow was part of the repentance she paid for keeping her daughter a secret from Sebastian’s family. She would’ve helped the woman regardless, but it was more personal knowing that she was the only reason she didn’t know she had a niece. Her pregnancy had prevented her from attending their wedding as well. The invitation for the elopement came during her third trimester, and she had ended up in labor a week before the wedding took place. She was in no shape to leave her newborn, and even though she did long to attend, at that time she wouldn’t have been able to keep her Anna a secret from one of her dearest friends and his wife, her namesake.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I’ll have to brew more and when we meet for lunch again in a couple weeks I can make sure you have a fresh stock and she won’t run out.”

“That would be lovely, Cori. Thank you. From both of us. Perhaps if Anne is having a good day, she might tag along.”

Cordelia blanched at the idea and her appetite immediately lessened. It had been intentional that she hadn’t seen Anne since their fifth year, in the aftermath of what she still only called The Catacomb Incident. She still had nightmares of what conspired that night, even if everything had been alright since the fall of their seventh year. “That would be lovely. I haven’t seen Anne in years.” The witch hoped her tone didn’t match how she looked, and it was one of a few times she was relieved her friend couldn’t see her.

With how easily Ominis continued their conversation, she was relieved by the fact that she had been convincing enough. Their lunch hour seemed to fly by as they enjoyed food and each other’s company. Like always, there was no mention of Sebastian. In the early months of her pregnancy, even the mention of his name was enough to send Cordelia into heart wrenching sobs. Enough lunches went by with Ominis trying to bring the other wizard up in conversation to let his friend know that he was doing well, but he would never get past the phrase “Sebastian sent a letter” before he was interrupted by her blubbering. He stopped mentioning the other Sallow after the third month and he hadn’t tried to bring him up again since.

As the pair regaled each other on their lives the past week, she filled her friend in on the news she had learned from Matilda just a week before. Ominis was even more shocked than she was to hear the trouble starter from their years in potions class together would now be teaching it.

“Garreth Weasley, a professor?! And the potions professor no less! Hogwarts will burn to the ground by the winter, I’ll almost guarantee it.”

Cordelia couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. “Ominis! We’ve all changed since we’ve left school. I’m sure he’ll do well. And Matilda will still be keeping an eye on him.”

The blonde grumbled and shook his head, which prompted another laugh from the woman sat across from him. She did have to concede that she had a similar train of thought when she had learned of this as well, though she had been more hopeful that the Gryffindor could at least make it through one year before he burned their former school to ashes.

As it did every time, lunch felt too short. After finishing their meals and saying their goodbyes, the duo parted ways. Cordelia waited for Ominis to leave before popping into one of the smaller shops in Upper Hogsfield to get a treat for Anna before she returned to Keenbridge. With the chocolate frog in her bag, she apparated back to her shop, the pop and bell above the door announcing her return.

“Anna! I’m back, love!” She called through the shop before realizing it was empty.

She shook her head before leaving her shop and heading next door to Eleanora’s. Of course they ended up over there. The second she opened the door, she could hear familiar footsteps heading towards her.

“Mumma you’re back!”

“I am. Where’s Miss Eleanora? I need to talk with her and figure out if you’ve earned the treat in my purse or if it’ll have to wait.” She squatted so she could be nearly the same height as her daughter, allowing the little girl to press a kiss to her cheek before she reciprocated the same affection. “Can you sit and wait? I’ll only be a minute, alright?”

Anna nodded, returning to the little desk that Eleanora had conjured for her to use when the other witch was watching her. True to her word, Cordelia’s conversation with Eleanora was short, and soon she and her daughter were returning to their own shop with friendly goodbyes thrown over their shoulders. Upon their return, Anna got the treat she was promised, and the rest of their day went on like it always did.

After the years of uncertainty in her youth, Cordelia thrived in her life of routine. It worked for her, it worked for Anna, and she was sure there was nothing that was going to throw a wrench in their routine. She had worked hard to give her daughter the life she didn’t get, and it would take a massive change to ruin that. A massive change like the unannounced return of Sebastian Sallow to the Scottish Highlands, but that wasn’t something Cordelia thought she had to be worried about.

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Accidental Love (Fated)

Newt just wanted to free Thestrals from MACUSA and their cruel ways of keeping them in line. He didn't expect to have a Dark Lord come over to his house for tea every afternoon, nor that the same man would be exactly what he needed. Soulmates: a Dark Lord completely smitten with a magizoologist. Surely, that's not how the story goes?

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Nobody could say they’ve run into a Dark Lord twice by complete accident.

Well, except Newt Scamander.

The first time had been a very long day ending in the subway of New York late into the night. Newt had been running about, doing this and that, before being dragged into a high-stakes situation by the Dark Lord. He hoped that would be the only time he would meet the Dark Lord. And yet, the second time was also in America.

Newt had been keeping tabs on MACUSA. They had a small handful of magical creatures in their care. They had Thestrals for their carriages and Newt was horrified to find out that they still used whips and harmful spells on the poor creatures. With solid evidence, Newt was set on freeing those creatures from MACUSA and the abusive conditions. So, when he saw that a carriage test run was scheduled, he made his move.

He was so focused on his goal that he didn’t think about the fact it was the middle of the night. And by the time he realized why, it was too late to stop. There was no way MACUSA would let him go after that stunt.

And that was how Newt came to have a herd of Thestrals in his basement and a Dark Lord on his couch.

The blonde draped himself over the couch as he sipped tea. He wore a shockingly open expression. His wand was tucked away neatly.

Newt didn’t know if that made him relieved or offended.

“You didn’t even care about the carriage, just the creatures,” Grindelwald said, amused.

“I didn’t think there’d be a criminal in there.”

“And yet you carried on. Even now you’ve done nothing expect get me tea.” The tips of Grindelwald’s lips tipped up and his eyes brightened for a second. “So many potential consequences and you haven’t tried to run, fight, alert someone.”

Newt looked away. He had too much to lose; he couldn’t go running to anyone. “What do you want Grindelwald?”

“Nothing,” the blonde said. But when Newt gave him such an expectant look, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “Call me Gellert.”

Newt bristled. That wasn’t a thing people just did, and a man like Grindelwald enjoyed his status. By merlin’s beard, why would he ask Newt of all people to call him by his first name? Newt frowned, slightly annoyed to still see the open expression on the other man’s face.

Hastily, he rose from his seat and left for his kitchen.

Grindelwald watched him go. He shouldn’t have been there; he didn’t know why he hadn’t left yet. There was just something about the red head that had him curious – something his visions enticed him with that he wasn’t allowed to see clearly. Whatever it was, he knew he had to wait and find out lest he lose it.

Finishing his tea, he set the cup on a coaster. He didn’t miss the pleased look Newt had made when he noticed.

“I’ve run out of biscuits,” Newt said. He stayed standing, unsure of what to do. His eyes kept wandering to his basement door worriedly. The Thestrals had been left in an enclosure to calm down, but he was anxious to go down and begin his work with them.

Grindelwald hummed as he stood. He supposed he shouldn’t keep the magizoologist away from his creatures for too long.

“That’s alright. I prefer cakes anyways.” Grindelwald wore a small, soft smile as he spoke. “I shall see you tomorrow night.”

Newt was lost, unable to recall if the man used the door or apparated.

He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

Somehow dressed casual and luxurious, Grindelwald appeared the following night as he said. He took his spot on the couch again, waiting patiently as Newt prepared some tea for them. When the younger man returned, he could not help but be delighted by the small plate of cake slices brought with.

Newt, with all his strength, told himself that he didn’t see the way the Dark Lord lit up.

He was a Dark Lord for Circe’s sake. There should not be a pleasant smile on his face, and Newt most certainly shouldn’t find it pleasant.

Newt stared at the cakes, unsure why he bothered to buy them. He didn’t need to follow orders from the blonde, and yet he went out specifically to find cake. A little voice in his head told him it had to do with the smile he saw earlier, but he decided to block it out. It was a ridiculous thought.

“I apologize for my actions in America,” Grindelwald said into the silence. His voice was earnest, his eyes hidden as he focused on pouring two cups of tea.

Newt tilted his head. A completely unprompted apology from a ruthless Dark Lord. “What do you want, Grindelwald?”

“Gellert,” the blonde corrected. He said nothing else.

Newt rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Gellert?” He asked. It felt strange to call him by such name, but it was the shorter choice.

“You’re a curiosity. A beautiful one. Am I not allowed to wonder? Everyone, even many of my followers, fear me. You don’t. It’s in my nature to want to know why.”

Newt fought against a blush. He had never been called beautiful before, but he had to focus. “And the best way for you to do that is over tea and cake in my house?”

Grindelwald smirked. “Is that an offer to have tea in your bedroom?”

Newt’s cheeks turned a furious pink. He scolded himself and tried to clear his mind. “No,” he said sternly. “Why aren’t you in hiding?”

Grindelwald almost mentioned the blatant change of topic. “I don’t need to.”

“Surely everyone would already be searching for an escaped criminal? Even you shouldn’t be this calm about it.”

“As far as MACUSA is concerned, I am still sitting silently in their little cell. Last night was simply an unfortunate accident for one of their workers now lost to the sea,” Grindelwald explained. He had been able to easily convince a lost fool to switch places with him in exchange for a better position in life. He supposed he would follow through with his promise and not make the man a simple acolyte.

He stood up before seeming to promptly forget what he was going to do. “Bathroom?”

Newt directed him to the downstairs bathroom but otherwise stayed seated. He used the silence to wonder what he did to get stuck with a curious Dark Lord until he felt magic settle over everything.

Arms crossed against his chest and a frown on his face, Newt waited until the other man returned to his seat. “Did you put wards on my house?” Newt stared right into those mismatched eyes, catching a flash of mischief.

“Sensational. It would have taken others hours to realize,” Grindelwald replied. He was honestly impressed and even more interested in finding out what the magizoologist could do. It seemed like he was weak and not in touch with his magic entirely, but it took little time for Grindelwald to figure out it was most likely a mask. That the red head didn’t want people to know about everything he knew.

“Of course, I’d know, it’s my house.” Newt felt his cheeks unwillingly heat again and promptly looked away. “Is it too reasonable to ask you to take them down?”

“For both our sakes, yes. We don’t need someone to come barging in now do we?”

Newt internally cursed the other man. However, it was a good idea. He really didn’t need his brother barging in and finding him lounging about with the most wanted man in Britain. There was no way he could spin a lie that grand.

Besides, Grindelwald’s work was anything but mediocre.

Newt let out a sigh. “Fine.”

Grindelwald relaxed back into his seat. “How are the Thestrals?”

Newt stopped himself from diving into a rant about the creatures, instead settling for giving the man a skeptical look. “Why?” For all he knew, the blonde could want to take them and use them for his plans.

“I’m not a monster, darling. I do care about others, creatures included,” Grindelwald said truthfully. He wore that open expression again; one he couldn’t seem to get rid of even if he tried. Nor could he control his thoughts as he kept using endearing terms and complements on the red head.

Newt, predictably, blushed at the word ‘darling’. There was no way the other actually meant it.

“Well then…” Newt plunged into a rant about Thestrals and why he had been so determined of getting them away from MACUSA.

Grindelwald listened closely.

It continued like that for a week. Grindelwald coming over at night to simply talk with Newt over tea and cake. It was… surprisingly pleasant.

One morning, Newt was woken by the sensation of magic urgently rushing through his being. It didn’t harm him in any way, but it certainly made him jump out of bed. Only to find out it was the wards on his house alerting him to his brothers’ presence.

Gellert keyed me in? Newt thought, momentarily thrown off. Then he realized it was a combination of his own magic and Gellert’s that was setting off the alarm and an unwilling thrill ran up his back.

He hastily shook that thought away. He didn’t want it or need it.

Rushing downstairs, Newt let his brother in.

“Why on Earth do you have wards up?!” Theseus yelled, way too frustrated for that early in the morning.

“For my creatures?”

Theseus eyed him but let it go. He let himself into the kitchen.

Newt followed behind quietly.

“What?” Theseus started rummaging through all the cabinets and draws, making a bit of a mess. “Where are the biscuits? Why do you have cake? You know I don’t like cake.”

Newt’s shoulders slumped. “I ran out…” he replied, voice low. He hated when his brother did this. He still acted like Newt was the baby brother even though they were both grown men. But Newt never had the energy to say anything. The one time he did caused him a headache that was more irritating than accidently splinching during apparation.

Theseus didn’t always get his way at home or at work, so he had decided he’d get his way at Newt’s house.

What will Gellert say? Newt wondered. He had accidently taken to ranting about his brother to the Dark Lord. All it took was Grindelwald actually listening and asking questions to get Newt to open up – at least about his brother. It was a strange sort of comfort he knew he shouldn’t have.

And yet…

“Don’t you have work?” Newt asked.

Theseus pulled on the ends his suit jacket, raising a brow. “I came by to tell you something, but yes. I do have work.” Theseus sounded annoyed, but it was for more than one reason. He was always in a cranky mood. He waited until Newt asked him what the news was. “The Ministry rejected your appeal.”

“Oh,” was all Newt could muster. That had been his latest and last attempt at getting his travel ban eased or cancelled. He had no other options. If he needed to leave, he would have to do it illegally. Not that it phased him, but he didn’t think I’d be the best thing for his record.

Newt leant his hip against the counter. He had nothing else to say to his brother that morning, especially after he was being so rude.

It seemed Theses didn’t have the time that day to angrily stare and he left within a few minutes.

The rest of Newts day was split between the basement and his library upstairs. The library was where he kept his more ‘controversial’ or prized documents. A lot of it related to creatures while the rest was random knowledge or things like how to escape a country unnoticed. It was attached to his bedroom, a simple portion of the wall enchanted with a password. It didn’t creak or groan when opening.

Newt was about to head back up when the front door opened.

“Gellert?”

The Dark Lord was earlier than usual. And looked deflated. He seemed tired and a little bit out of it. He perked up slightly when he saw Newt, however. “Afternoon, darling,” he said with warmth. He had given up on trying to stop himself from using pet names for the red head as they just flew out of his mouth despite his best efforts.

And why would he stop if he got to see those freckled cheeks flushed?

Newt looked between the book in his hands and the man in his living room.

“Can I have a tour?” Gellert asked. He was curious to find out how the magizoologist lived from something other than his living room and kitchen.

“Uh…” Newt saw excitement in those mismatched eyes, and something compelled him to agree. “Sure, follow me,” he said.

He showed the blonde to the tiny, spare bedroom downstairs. Then up the narrow steps to his bedroom – the only thing on the second level. It was full of blankets and pillows and looked cosy and well lived in despite the fact he often fell asleep in the basement. There was an attached bathroom – nothing special. Grindelwald pointed to an inconspicuous part of the wall and asked about it, somehow just knowing that there was a room hidden behind it.

Knowing the other man would find a way in there one way or another, Newt opened the door to his library.

“Magnificent. You are gifted.”

Newt faltered as he put a book away. “Pardon?”

Gellert didn’t repeat himself. Instead, he took the time to glance over the names of the books and the intricate detailing on the wooden shelves. “Can I see the basement?” He asked. If it were anyone else, he would have simply waltzed around the house like he owned it. He would have already known what was in every cranny.

Newt was silent. He contemplated the pros and cons before deciding that it was okay. He would protect those creatures with his life and his creatures were surprisingly protective of him.

He led the way, feeling as if the blonde was watching him intently.

There were about fifty enclosures in the basement. Some were empty, but most had at least one magical creature residing in it. There was even one that had a pack of muggle wolves. Newt had found them as their natural habitat was being destroyed for housing. He knew that muggles hunted them for fun and couldn’t bare the idea of letting them fall to that fate. They were very much still wild creatures, but like everything else, they were fond of Newt.

Grindelwald was shocked silent. His lips morphed into a smile when he saw the wolves. A smile not for magical creatures, but the muggle canines.

“You are greatly underestimated,” Gellert stated. The basement had been much larger than he was expecting, with different sections and levels. “To create and maintain all of this is truly magnificent.”

Newt flushed. No one ever complimented him, so he could not understand why a Dark Lord was the first person to praise him for everything. “Thank you?”

“Truly exceptional, my dear. You should be encouraged more often.”

“The Ministry would say the exact opposite,” Newt replied. He knew that they would put him on a watch list if he let them know he could do more magic than just the basics.

Gellert’s mood dropped instantly. “What have they done now?”

“Refuse to lift my travel ban. Nothing serious.”

“Would you like my assistance?”

Newt snorted. He wasn’t an amateur. He stared directly into those mismatched eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I have my own ways against the rules, Gellert.”

Mischief and a challenge. Grindelwald was overwhelmed with a sense of giddy excitement that he had to force himself not to reply. He didn’t know what nonsense would blurt out and he wasn’t up for embarrassing himself that day. But there was something so inviting – enticing – about the way Newt all but lit up when rejecting his offer that he wanted to know more.

“Right,” he finally murmured out.

They headed to the living room after that for their daily tea get-togethers. Their fingers brushed as Newt handed Gellert a teacup and they both acted like they didn’t feel the light tingle in their fingers.

But Gellert was beginning to figure out why he was there.

Gellert spent the next two weeks discussing things with the only person he fully trusted – Vinda Rosier. She had been delighted to help, amused by her boss.

Gellert had been making great progress with Newt. The magizoologist trusted him more. There was no diabolic scheme, and the other man knew that, because Gellert was unreasonably honest with him.

He couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t lie, physically or verbally. He wondered what things would have been like that if they had met earlier. Then again, Gellert wouldn’t have any damage to make up for.

A few months into the whole daily tea thing, and Newt realized he was friends with the Dark Lord. He enjoyed their conversations and was actually excited when the wards let him know the other had showed up. It was a more subtle (and pleasant) feeling compared to the alarm magic that was sent through his body when other people showed up.

Newt had accidently bought too many apples. He gave some to the creatures but still had lots left over. He wasn’t going to sit around and let them go bad. So, he looked up a recipe and made an apple cake.

It turned out surprisingly well.

“That smells delicious. And here I was thinking we should dine out,” Gellert said as he made his way into the kitchen just as Newt was slicing the cake.

Newt let out a laugh. “We can still ‘dine out’ if you want,” he said. There was just something about that expression paired with the blonde’s tone that made him feel giggly. He picked up two slices of cake. When he turned around, Grindelwald was much closer than he was expecting.

Gellert accepted a slice with a smile, quickly eating the fluffy sponge. He licked his lips, holding eye contact with Newt. He leaned in slightly, keeping track of every reaction the red head made. “Perhaps we should do something different today?”

Newt didn’t freeze or hold his breath. He took in every feature on the other man’s face and smiled. He could feel something in the space between them and his being beckoned him to close the distance, to touch the other man and see if those strange tingles would happen again. “What would that be?” Newt asked, voice a honey-like whisper. There was no hesitation or fear.

And Gellert saw that. He put his hands on the counter on either side of Newt, bringing them slightly closer together. But not enough to touch. Not yet. He felt like he needed to savour it before he drowned in it, because he knew he would get addicted to Newt.

He licked his lips and watched as Newt’s eyes followed the motion. So, he started to close the small distance between them, putting his hands on Newt’s waist. One of Newt’s hands came to rest on his neck.

And then, the wards went off. Followed by obnoxious knocking on the front door.

“Newt? Artemis, I know you’re in there!”

Newt’s head fell to Gellert’s shoulder with a loud sigh. “By Circe…” he mumbled as he started to pull away and towards the door. For a second, he forgot just who he was with before promptly springing into a small panic. He spun around only to find the other man with a calm expression.

“Go before he breaks your door. He won’t see me.” Gellert saw the hesitation. “Trust me, darling.”

Newt finally turned back to the door. With a deep breathe, he opened it. “Hi, Thee.”

The elder Scamander frowned. He pushed his way past, hanging his overcoat and scarf on the rack near the door. “I told you to take down these wards. What were you doing anyway?”

Newt closed the door and had to take a few breaths before replying. “I was in the kitchen.”

Theseus rolled his eyes. Whatever he had planned on saying left his mind as he saw a wolf snarling at him from the couch. It had an almost blonde coat and brown eyes that seemed angry about his mere existence. “Why?!”

“Why not?” Newt retorted as he saw the wolf. He sat down next to it, running his fingers through the fur to calm it down. Of course, it worked like a charm.

Theseus shook his head. “Your affinity for wild things is ridiculous. How you earn their trust and make a relationship with them is beyond me.”

“Maybe because you call them things or beasts. I know what you say to other people.”

“Merlin Newt! I think you’re getting a bit —”

“What did you want, Theseus?” Newt was done. He had finally reached his limit. How he hadn’t already reached it was a mystery – or maybe he was already beyond his limit.

Theseus recoiled at the harshness. “We’re planning on brining Grindelwald to Britain in the next few months. I figured I would tell you…”

“Thanks.”

Theseus sighed long and hard, bracing himself to ask his next question. He wasn’t used to having to deal with his brother like this. “Leta kicked me out again. Can I stay the night?”

“No.” Newt left no room for debate. Firstly, his brother had been rude for the past few months – more than usual. And secondly, he had things he wanted to do. “Sleep on your couch.”

Theseus didn’t know what to do. Sure, he had had his little brother mad at him, but this was different. He didn’t know how to handle it. So, he left. He showed himself out.

Newt ran a hand through his hair roughly as the door clicked shut. He got up before the wolf turned back to a man, heading straight for the kitchen to fetch tea and cake. He and Gellert had things to talk about and he had been putting it off for too long.

Newt didn’t see Gellert for a week and a half after that night.

When the blonde did show up, it was with flowers, an empty notebook, and a hopeful smile.

Newt opened the door to let him in with haste only to find a woman standing on his steps, waiting for something.

“Newt, this is Vinda Rosier.” Grindelwad introduced them. It was somewhat of a relief having the person he cared about and the one person from his organization that he trusted meet.

“Is this him?” Vinda asked Grindelwald. When she got a nod, she turned to Newt. Her expression was polite but there was no trace of a smile. “Tu es son âme sœur? Le zoologiste magique ?”

Newt raised a brow at Gellert and then at her. “Oui, et tu l’es?” He swore he saw Gellert swoon out the corner of his eye. He’d have to check that.

“Son commandant en second.”

“Vous devez être très habile,” Newt said with a small smile.

Vinda’s lips quirked upwards. “I like him.”

Newt opened the door slightly wider and stepped to the side. “Would you like to come in?”

“No. I was simply escorting him here. Very nice to meet you, my Lord.”

Newt watched her go. He was sure he was going to be seeing more of her. Which was fine. What did baffle him, however, was that she was talking to him when she said Lord.

Turning to face the man in his house, Newt made a face.

Gellert held out the flowers with an almost hesitant smile. “I’ll explain.”

Turns out, Grindelwald had been sulking quite a lot over the last week. He had felt terrible after their little fight and couldn’t stop thinking about it. After Rosier scolded him, he started thinking about what he could do to fix things. And thus came the genius idea of reorganizing his entire ‘greater good scheme’ with Newt.

Hence the notebook. He wanted to write everything down. Keep note of the changes, of the integration of creature rescue and protection, and the major point: not eradicating muggles.

By the time they had talked about everything concerning Gellert’s work, night had fallen. But that didn’t mean they were done.

In fact, Gellert stayed the night. They didn’t do anything except cuddle and talk as Gellert didn’t want to rush anything. Besides, the bed was extremely comfortable that he fell asleep near instantly.

When Newt awoke the next morning, it was to an empty bed. Stretching out, he thought nothing of it. Gellert was a busy man that had a revolution to enact; surely, he couldn’t waste away his mornings as well as afternoons.

However, he was proved wrong. He found Gellert in his kitchen bustling about, humming to himself. The blonde smiled when he noticed Newt was up.

“Good morning,” Gellert said warmly. He spun around holding two plates of egg and something else, cups and tea pot floating behind him. He set everything down on the small dining table, pulling out a seat for Newt.

The red head smiled brightly, settling down into the chair. The food smelt and looked amazing. When he bit into it, it was a fluffy heaven. The only other people he knew that cooked that well were Queenie and Jacob.

Grindelwald made small talk as they ate and refused to let Newt do the dishes, settling for drying what the red head washed. Everything was so utterly soft and domestic. Their hands brushed as they squeezed into the small counterspace around the sink. The space between them crackled and energy ran through their entire bodies. Newt quickly understood that it was Gellert’s magic mingling with his and that unfamiliar, yet excited rush washed over him.

“Hey,” Newt said softly. He dried his hands with a quick spell as he waited for the blonde to turn and face him. He cupped one of Gellert’s cheeks, not surprised when he all but nuzzled into the hand. “Thank you.” Newt’s voice was quiet, the smile on his face soft.

Gellert melted. He had no idea what he did to have the pleasure of meeting Newt, but he was glad he did. He lightly gripped Newt’s wrist, turning his face so he could place a kiss to the palm. “Anything for you, Schatz,” he said. It was the truth, after all. He was already completely gone, his entire heart Newt’s to claim. He would do anything for the other man – even sit in a cell if that was what he really wanted.

He didn’t know how else he could show Newt that he was his to have. He didn’t think he could hide it. Everyone would know the second they saw him looking at Newt.

A lovesick man.

Newt felt a shiver run up and down his spine because of the kiss on his palm. He raised his other hand to rest on Gellert’s shoulder, applying just a little pressure. It was enough to get the other man to come closer, hands resting on Newt’s hips. Exactly what he wanted.

Gellert’s head fell to rest on Newt’s shoulder as he murmured words onto the skin. Newt didn’t catch all of it, but he could make out a few words. “…devoted… forever… eternity… yours…”

Newt tilted his head down slightly, voice a whisper as he said, “I’m yours.” He giggled as feather-light kisses were trailed up his neck until Gellert was gazing into his eyes once more. It seemed that the little fight they had had the other week had made Gellert doubt that Newt would want something, even after patching things up the night prior. “Truly,” Newt added.

Newt couldn’t tell you who leant in first. He could tell you that it wasn’t what he was expecting.

The kiss was sweet and slow and full of emotions. There was a dull thrum of magic shifting between them, a combination of both their magic. It didn’t intensify the moment by making it hotter, messier, more sensual, but by amplifying their emotions. They pressed impossibly closer to each other and held on for dear life, like the other was a lifeline.

Maybe, in some way, they were.

Theseus had avoided his brothers house like the plague for a month. He was waiting for Newt to calm down fully and was working up nerves of steel just in case he hadn’t.

Only, when he visited, he found an empty house. Most of the furniture and everything impersonal were left in the house covered in a thin layer of dust. The kitchen was empty of cups and tea pots, all general appliances unplugged and sitting neatly on the counter. There were no clothes in the bedroom or books on shelves. And the basement, normally full of life, was stripped down bare. Even the expansion charms had been taken away, leaving only a small, tiny, cold, room.

And Theseus lost it.

There was no trace of his baby brother ever living there. And he didn’t know what to do about it.

He wasn’t allowed time to dwell on it as his workload was increased. He filed a notice about his brother but was forced to ignore it. Four months on and he was constantly having to push the thought of his baby brother to the back of his mind. He just didn’t have time with all his work and an escaped Dark Lord plotting evil in every shadowy nook and cranny.

Theseus had been sent to France in order to scope out an establishment that had been marked as suspicious. They lost the Auror that found it – they couldn’t blend in with the scene and was sniffed out quickly.

Theseus was sat on the skirts of the establishments largest room. He observed everyone as he nursed a glass of fire whiskey, feeling odd without his usual attire. The place had a fancy-dress code and was a place to make good connections for an array of businesses.

His eyes zoned in on a woman with dark hair, a purple dress, and a hair piece to match. There was something about her that put his senses on high alert.

She was at the bar, standing in front of the man she was talking to, obscuring Theseus’ view. Her posture screamed importance and elegance. She excused herself from the bar, heading towards the entrance of one of the smaller rooms.

Theseus started to watch her, but his eyes caught sight of a familiar head of copper curls that made his heart drop to his stomach. No. Please, no, he thought. But that did nothing for him.

Newt was sat in one of the tall bar stools, talking animatedly to the bartender who smiled along with him. They were clearly familiar with one another as the bartender immediately began to mix a drink for the red head. There was no exchange of money which made Theseus’ stomach lurch. Either his brother was getting by in unseemly ways, or he visited often to have himself a tab.

Neither option seemed better.

Downing the rest of his drink, Theseus slinked his way over to the bar. To his luck, the bartender went to serve another customer, and the seats on either side of his brother were left empty.

“Newt?” He asked hesitantly.

Newt spun to face him, almost spilling his drink with the speed he put it down.

“What are you doing here Newt? And where have you been for the past months?!” Theseus couldn’t help but raise his voice. There was no way he could be calm after accidently stumbling upon his own brother that disappeared with no warning nor a note.

Newt’s eyes flicked away for a moment. “Dealing with business is all,” he said, nonchalant.

Theseus’ left eye twitched. “Business doesn’t mean you leave the country for four months! Which, you are in big trouble for,” he exclaimed.

Newt told himself to not roll his eyes. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, lifting it in a cheer to the bartender. It was made well after all. “There was no way around it. You were never going to lift it.”

“They would have given you chances after the first year was up. Like finding that boy from the subway in New York," Theseus said. He was certain that the mention of that boy would get his brothers attention, but he acted like he hadn’t heard.

“Think of all the creatures I could lose in a year, let alone three!” Newt roared. He made a hand gesture when he noticed the bartender watching their conversation. She was gone the next second. “And I would not help the Ministry hunt down and hurt that boy. Credence doesn’t deserve that.”

“You know?” Theseus asked.

“Of course.”

Theseus stood there dumbfounded. What was he supposed to do. It seemed that no matter what he said, his brother would say something to battle it. Clearly, there was no way to simply coerce him to going home. “Listen, let’s just go home and —”

“Is everything alright here?” The woman in the purple dress asked, appearing out of thin air. She had a heavy French accent which made Theseus fill with dread.

All Newt had to say was, “He’s my brother.” and she backed off. Sighing, Newt gave his brother a sympathetic smile. “I’m not going back. Not yet.”

“You leave me no choice,” Theseus said as he reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a pair of gold bangles.

Newt eyed the magic restraining cuffs wearily, leaning away. “That’s not a good idea,” he warned.

Yet Theseus wasn’t listening. He was going to take his baby brother home. He reached out with one hand towards Newt. Within a breath, he had someone physically restraining him, holding his arms behind his back. The bangles hit the floor with a clank. Three quarters of the establishment turned their wands on him, the lady wearing purple with hers pressed directly against his neck. Everything was silent, waiting for him to move or to be given directions.

“My Lord?” A random voice urged. The title made Theseus’ blood run cold. He would be in big trouble if Grindelwald had decided to make and appearance.

Newt let out another sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Vinda, the cuffs.”

Vinda – who looked lovely in purple – slowly removed her wand from the elder Scamander’s throat in favour of picking up the cuffs. She made a motion and the ones holding Theseus back brought his arms out in front of him. She worked silently and within seconds Theseus’ wrists donned those gold bangle-cuffs.

Defenseless. Confused. Hurt. Worried.

“Shall we take him with?” Vinda asked, turning to Newt now that the threat was neutralized. She was the only one to relax, the rest waiting for a cue.

Newt shook his head. “Sweet thought, but no one will be able to handle his whingeing,” he stated. A huff from his brother made his statement all the more believable. With a wave of his hand, everyone dispersed. Only the two holding Theseus and Vinda stayed with him, keeping watch over the situation. Before Theseus could start ranting to him, Newt spotted a woman and the bartender making their way up the bar to him. “Odette, Jacqueline,” he started before diving into fluent French.

He apologized for the disruption and promised that he would deal with the unwanted guest. It wasn’t the establishments’ fault that the elder Scamander got in.

Theseus watched the exchange silently. He accidentally made eye contact with Vinda, the woman glaring at him harshly. If looks could kill, she would have already stabbed him three hundred times.

“You work for Grindelwald,” Theseus said blandly. Vinda squinted her eyes in return, not wanting to converse with him. “Why are you with Newt?”

Vinda let out a small cackle. “I thought you were supposed to be smart, British boy,” she mocked. “I have two lords – what of it?”

Theseus’ mind must have overloaded from stress and worry that he couldn’t come up with an answer. Nor could he remember being dragged to a private room.

“Send him to America. Have one of the ministry acolytes pick him up. A few bruises here and there and they should hold him in MACUSA for a while. They’re not taking any risks right now.”

Theseus refused to believe Newt said that. That he so casually and quickly put together a plan to get Theseus out of the way. There was no way his brother would ever be in any form of relationship with the vile man Gellert Grindelwald. No way…

Almost a year after the first night Grindelwald had tea with Newt, a massive herd of wixen were scrambling into a tomb in Paris. Grindelwald had spent countless hours restructuring his agenda and enforcing it, successfully rerouting his plans. ‘The Greater Good’ now also called a revolution.

Newt sat in the front row of the coliseum like tomb. He had heard the speech hundreds of times, having helped the blonde practice. He blended in with the crowd enough to not be spotted as he smiled at Vinda who stood in the centre as well. He had Credence seated beside him, the boy holding his arm for comfort. He was still nervous around wixen but had latched onto Newt quite quickly.

They all knew there were Aurors in there with them. They had snuck in but had taken no other precautions of fitting in, so, they stuck out like a sore thumb. It was just a matter of waiting to find out who exactly had decided to crash their gathering.

“Go forth. Let everyone know that the next stage of the revolution is upon us!” With the speech over, all the followers started poofing away one by one.

All that was left was Grindelwald’s inner circle and the swarm of Aurors that thought they stood a chance.

Always one for the dramatics, Gellert made a ring of raging blue flames encircle the most inner circle of the tomb. He scowled as his eyes glazed over all the Aurors in the tomb. He recognized the eldest Scamander, that annoying Lestrange woman, and the sister of Newt’s dear American friend. He was amused when they all noticed his red head, even more so when they were told to hold fire.

Gellert watched as Newt escorted Credence to the platform, promising him that he was going to be okay. Then they had a whole conversation with Vinda before finally Credence left with her, leaving Newt to stand by Gellert against the Aurors.

Theseus, Leta, and Tina all started talking at once, their words almost incomprehensible.

Newt scowled; expression similar to Gellert’s.

“You all said it,” he said, voice loud, carrying throughout the entire tomb. “I have an affinity for dangerous creatures. I learn, get to know them, earn their trust. Develop a relationship. You all call him a monster, so, why is Gellert not the same?”

Everyone cringed at the use of the Dark Lords first name.

Theseus was the first to open his mouth, to complain. But Newt wasn’t having it.

“Just because you and Leta have issues doesn’t mean others need to have bad relationships,” Newt said hotly. He felt Gellert snake his arm around his waist, their magic mingling and instantly making him feel slightly better about the situation.

Theseus took a few frustrated steps forward before being stopped by the flames racing their way up the stairs towards him. They stopped just short, just enough to make him fearful of them. “Love has ups and downs. It can’t be fireworks all the time.”

“Oh contrary,” Gellert spoke up, a smirk on his lips. “Touching a soulmate always feels like fireworks.” Sure, he was stretching the truth a little, but it was for a good cause. Getting the elder Scamander to break again.

Theseus spluttered. “No. Those are fairytales.”

Multiple people around him muttered their opposing opinions, Leta included. She looked so pained by it, like the fact her and Theseus weren’t soulmates physically pained her.

An impatient Auror suddenly fired a blast of magic towards Newt and Gellert. The latter easily deflected it, instantly sending a spell of his own that had the man on the ground, writhing in pain.

As much as Newt enjoyed watching his partner, he had things to attend to at the castle. “Remember, Tina and Theseus are exceptions. Queenie will hate us if not.” Newt turned to his side slightly to find those mismatched eyes already on him. He pressed a quick peck to the blonde’s cheek before stepping away with a smile. “Au revoir!”

Any form of happiness or non-murderous intent left Gellert’s body. A sadistic smile overtook his features as he readjusted his grip on the elder wand. It was his time to play and let out a bit of steam.

All the Aurors gulped.