#gellert x reader

[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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a/n: I watched Wicked a few weeks ago and the song “What is this Feeling?” has been ringing in my mind so here we are.

Everyone who roamed the shadowed corridors of Hogwarts knew of the quiet war that lingered between you and Tom.

It was not something declared aloud, but rather something that settled in the air, cold and thin, like winter mist curling through the cracks of stone. You never quite understood why, but there it was — every word you spoke, every step you took, seemed to sharpen the edges of his gaze. It began subtly. A stray remark from the faculty during first year, their praise falling at your feet like scattered petals. You hadn’t thought much of it. But Tom had. Tom always noticed.

And then, of course, there was your magnetism. You drew attention without meaning to — a pureblood with a mind quick enough to match his, and a beauty that moved through rooms like a breath of wind. Naturally, people admired you. Naturally, he despised it.

There was no mild disdain in Tom Riddle. Only unadulterated loathing.

You learned not to flinch beneath the weight of it. His cold eyes followed you as if hexing you from afar was a temptation barely restrained. And perhaps, in some quiet part of you, you welcomed it. Rivalry, even unspoken, was still a kind of recognition. Over time, you had begun to play along, careful and deliberate, weaving your way into his path just to see the flicker of irritation cross his face.

In the end, you were as much to blame for it as he was.

So when Horace Slughorn, your Potions Professor, announced in seventh year that you’d be partnering with Tom, you nearly lost your composure.

It was absurd, really — the sudden heat in your chest, the tightening of your grip on the desk. Across the room, Tom’s gaze flicked toward you, impassive but sharp, as if Slughorn’s words had only confirmed something he already suspected.

The room felt smaller.

“Professor!” You called, carefully schooling your expression as Slughorn announced the partners for brewing Draught of the Living Death. He turned to you, his ever-present smile stretched wide, brimming with that thoughtless cheer he seemed to carry everywhere.

“Yes, dear girl?”

“Might I partner with someone else? Or perhaps work alone?” Your voice was light, polite, though the faint smile you forced felt stiff. Across the room, Tom’s gaze settled on you — disinterested, yet razor-sharp beneath the surface.

Mindless imbecile, you thought.

Slughorn’s brow furrowed, his jovial demeanor dimming by a flicker. “You’ve no issue with Mr. Riddle, I presume? No, I see no reason why two of my brightest students shouldn’t work together!” He clapped his hands, already drifting toward another group, humming contentedly.

A quiet, defeated sigh slipped past your lips. Was Slughorn truly so oblivious, so incurably naïve, to think this pairing was anything but disastrous?

You told yourself it was fine. You would endure it, as you always did. But there was a quiet undercurrent to it now, something that twisted beneath the surface like a serpent curling around bone.

As soon as class ended, you slipped through the door, your steps quick and deliberate. The weight of the room lifted the moment you crossed the threshold, and you exhaled quietly, eager to disappear into the steady flow of students crowding the corridor. The last thing you wanted was to linger, not with him still there, his gaze undoubtedly following you as it often did.

But just as you merged into the throng of robes and chatter—

Tom had called out your last name, like he always did whenever he felt the need to address you.

His voice rang clear, smooth and precise, cutting through the noise with unsettling ease. You didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to catch your attention, and by now you’d learned to brush past it, to pretend not to hear.

The students around you shifted, moving like water around stone, and you were ready to lose yourself among them—

Until his hand caught your wrist. Firm, but not careless.

A startled breath caught in your throat as Tom pulled you aside, his grip steady as he steered you into a narrow corridor. The sudden absence of noise made the air feel heavier, too still.

You tore your arm from his grasp, distaste flickering sharp in your eyes as you stepped back, creating distance between you.

“What do you want, Riddle?” Your tone was cold, sharpened by irritation you no longer cared to hide.

Tom straightened, folding his arms across his chest as he regarded you with that same calculating look he always wore, the one that felt more like an assessment than anything else.

“Do you make a habit of ignoring everyone, or just the ones you despise?” he asked, his head tilting slightly. His voice was infuriatingly calm.

“I didn’t hear you,” you replied curtly, though the lie felt thin even to your own ears.

He hummed softly, the sound light but edged. “Lying is beneath you.”

You held his gaze, the quiet tension settling between you like fog. “Was there a reason you stopped me, or do you simply enjoy cornering students in secluded places?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed faintly, though his expression remained unreadable. “Starting next week, we meet after class. Every day. We work on the potion until it’s flawless.”

There was no invitation in his tone—only fact, as if the decision had already been made long before this conversation.

“I’ve already arranged for the use of Slughorn’s classroom. Go there when classes end.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, cold and unwavering.

“Do you understand?”

"And what if I'm busy next week? Have you no consideration?" you shot back, arms crossing as you met his gaze without flinching. The truth was, your schedule was perfectly clear — not a single obligation to be found. But that wasn’t the point. Who was he to dictate your time as if it belonged to him?

Tom’s expression didn’t shift, not even slightly. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but something colder.

"And who, exactly, would be foolish enough to keep your company?" His voice was soft, almost thoughtful, but the insult laced beneath it struck hard enough.

Your eyes narrowed.

"4 PM," he continued, brushing past your challenge with practiced ease. "I expect you there. On time. Or I’ll brew the potion myself — and I’ll make sure Slughorn knows you contributed nothing."

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and unmoving. His gaze lingered, deliberate as if daring you to test him further. But before you could summon a retort, he turned sharply on his heel and strode down the corridor, his robes trailing behind him like shadows curling at his feet.

You stayed rooted in place, watching as he disappeared around the corner.

Infuriating. Absolutely infuriating.

Deena speaks .ᐟ

English isn't my first language so I apologize if I'd made any mistakes, if so, please correct me.

I plan on making this a short fic, mayhaps 5+ chapters? Please give me opinions on how I should end this story! + I'm also sorry if it sucks, this is my first time writing!

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

Could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he get‘s jealous, because Theseus kept looking at fem!reader during the tea party.(the one with the „assasination“ attempt). After the Jacob incident they return back to Nurmengard and he claims what‘s his.(smut?)

Grindelwald X Reader: My love is mine, all mine

Warnings: Smut, mean Grindelwald (very tame), Jealousy, meantions of heartbreak (very quick), p in v, creampie, female anatomy, fingering, male anatomy, porn with little plot, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

You can feel his eyes on you. Even without looking in his direction you know for sure he is still staring at you. You keep your head held high, eyes looking forwards, completely ignoring his presence. You’re not the only one who noticed his presence. Beside you Grindelwald shifts, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. The action causes you to look over at him. He doesn't spare you so much as a glance, he doesn't need to, the mere touch of his skin on yours tells you everything. 

He’s jealous.  

He knows of your history with theseus. You’d joined Grindelwald’s cause after Thesues had told you of his proposal to Lita. You’d been in love with the older scamander for years and the idea of him loving someone else had broken something inside you. The rage that filled you had made you the perfect recruit for Grindelwald. He’d found the pain inside your heart and promised you revenge. What neither of you had expected was the feelings you ended up developing for each other. Grindelwald had mended your broken heart and given you a way to let your anger out without judgement. 

You raise your glass to your lips, taking a sip of your drink, head slightly turning to the side. From the corner of your eyes you saw Theseus. Your face showed no emotion but your heart skipped a small beat at the sight of him. He hasn't changed much since you’d last seen him.You felt something squeeze your thigh harshly, causing you to turn to look at Grindelwald. His bicolored eyes bored into yours, a small snarl showing up on his features  as he moved to look over your head at Theseus before returning his gaze to you. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could a shout ripped through the room causing him to shift his attention. 

“Assassin!”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your eyes finding the figure of Jacob Kowalski. And he was pointing a wand at Grindelwald. Jacob raised his wand over his head, a storm forming on the ceiling above. You looked over at Grindelwald curiously. Was this man not a muggle?  You didn;t have much time to express your confusion because all hell seemed to break loose in a matter of seconds. Grindelwald grabbed your hand, camply leading you away from the table and out the door. You turned around just in time to see Jacob and a woman disappearing into a cluster of paper. 

Your body launched forwards as you arrived at Nurmengard. Grindelwald dragged you along not stopping until he reached his private quarters. You kicked your shoes off, sighing with annoyance.

“Well that was a complete mess.”

Grindelwald remained silent, his back turned to you as he stared out the window. You make your way to him.

“Don’t worry, love. It’s just a small set back we will-”

“Have I made it clear?”

You gave him a questioning look. Confused as to what he was talking about.

“Have I not shown them time and time again that you belong to me?”

Ah. So that's what this was about. 

Grindelwald wasn’t known for his patience or his kindness. He was known for getting what he wanted by any means necessary. And on occasion he was known to harm anyone who tried to take something from him. Theseus wasn’t a threat. Deep down Grindelwald knew this but in the moment it didn’t matter. He needed to know that you were his. 

Only his. 

You placed a palm over his chest, your other hand moving to cup his cheek. You gave him a small smile which he didn’t return. You didn’t mind, you knew in a couple of minutes he would get what he wanted and all of this would be long forgotten in the morning. That didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for him. 

“He means nothing to me. You’re the only one I want.”

You gasped as Grindelwald's hand wrapped around your chin, tugging your face up harshly. You groaned as his hand put pressure on your neck, his eyes glowing with a bit of madness as he did so. He tugged your lips to his in a rough pace. His teeth clashed with yours, his tongue lapping at your mouth. You felt your feet pad against the ground rapidly as Grindelwald pushed you towards his desk. A whine left your lips as your back collided with the wood, but it quickly turned into a moan as Grindelwald bit into your lips. He wasn’t always like this. There were nights when he was a gentle lover. But when he got like this, his whole body burning with jealousy, the loving side of him disappeared completely, letting the animal inside take control. He parted your legs, slotting his body into the gap. A groan escaped from his lips as his growing bulge dragged against your clothed cunt. His hands trailed down your legs, bunching up your dress so that he could get a clear view of your underwear.

“Grindelwald…”

His eyes shifted to gaze up at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you let out shaky breaths. It was incredible how easily he could get you all worked up.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Is that so? Ready to prove it to me?”

You nod eagerly, causing him to give you a wolfish grin.His hand runs against your clothed folds, making you squirm.

“Behave.”

You bite your lip at his tone, swallowing down a moan as he shifts your underwear to the side. His nimble fingers plunge into you without warning. You cling to his shoulder, small noises escaping your lips as he begins to curl his fingers inside you. He lets out a small pant, a slight indication of the effect you have on him. As much as he wants to torture you he knows he won’t be able to controle himself for a lot longer. Your walls clench around his fingers.

“Please.”

“What is it my love?”

“Need you.”

“Is that so?”

He scissor his fingers making you moan.

“I saw you looking at him. Do you wonder what he’d feel like? Do you think he’d be able to give you pleasure like I do?”

You shake your head, your brain far too lost on the feeling of his fingers to answer verbally. At your lack of response, he slows his fingers making you shine.

“Answer me.”

“No only you can make me feel like this.”

“Good.”

Grindelwald removed his fingers from inside you. Before you can complain about the lack of him, his hands are moving to his pants, unbuttoning them before tugging his dick free. You swallow at the sight. You spread your legs wider, patiently awaiting him to fill you. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of the way you look beneath him. You give him a small grin and he can’t help but return the gesture. He moves forward, lining his dick with your entrance before plunging in with a harsh thrust. You bite into your cheek at the feeling of his stretching you open. He rests his head on your shoulder, the feeling of your warmth overwhelming for a moment. Then the moment is gone. His hips snaps into you at a brutal pace. You gasp as he thrusts into you, your throat raw from the screaming. It would be wise to tell you to keep it down but Grindelwald wants the world to hear you scream his name. He wants them to hear who you belong to.  

“Gellert-ugh-i’m close.”

He could tease you. He could be cruel and pull out right now. Finish himself off with his hand and leave you wanting for more. But he won;t do that. No. Marking you with his cum seems much more attractive at the moment. He doubles his efforts, hips snapping as a speed you would consider impossible. His fingers move to your clit, thumb moving in sloppy circles against the small bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck gonna cum-please please-ah!”

And just like that your release washes over you. Your body spasms as you coat Grindelwads dick with your cum. You sink onto the desk, body completely exhausted. Grindelwald takes the opportunity to raise your legs slightly, allowing him to thrust into you at a harshed pace. After a few thrusts he comes apart, his seed counting your cunt. He groans, body leaning forward to rest against your for a moment. You give him a content hum, fingers moving to caress his hair. He gives your neck a small kiss before pulling out of you. He stands before you, shoving his dick back into his pants before helping you up from the desk. You feel his cum seep down your leg. Grindelwald pulls you into a lingering kiss. 

“My girl.”

“All yours.”

[desigemini24]

Hi,

do you still take Gellert Grindelwald requests? If you do, could you please write a fanfic, where the reader is Newt‘s best friend (a bit younger than him) and is also relativly close with Dumbledore. She meets Grindelwald during his escape, with her being one of the aurors. (At the beginning of the 2nd film) At first she despises him, but slowly starts warming up. Newt and Dumbledore often try to save her (she also tried to escape in the beginning), but in the end (after FB 2) she chooses Grindelwald over them. Smut in the end?If you are comfortable with it.

Thank you for considering

AN - Yep! I still love that old and beautiful man and god knows how long I have not been on this platform. I forgot my password and what not so sorry for the dead silence. Hope you like this.

Enjoy your Read and Thank You!

Requests are Open!!!

Be By My Side

Gellert Grindelwald x Fem!Reader

Summary - What happens when Y/N finds herself on a crossroad and needs to decide between her best friend and the ultimate love of her life?

Warnings - You asked for smut, and you will get it (please pardon me if it's bad, its my first or second time) (Breeding Kink and Dirty Talk). Gellert Grindelwald (He requires his own warning).

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GIF Credit goes to @grindeldore-is-real

Y/N FOUND HERSELF STARING AT THE BLUE FLAMES WITH WIDE EYES AND A RACING HEART. This was it, she thought to herself as she watched the loyal followers of the blonde man step through the circle of fire and disappear. Perhaps to Nurmengard, she assumed.

The past few weeks raced through her mind, memories turning her mind dizzy as she was overwhelmed by the burden of the choice that weighed her down; turning her body to stone.

Months ago, had she been told that she would need to choose between Newt, her best and probably the only friend who had ever stood by her side, and Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard she was supposed to catch. She would have chosen her best friend and had allowed her former professor's words to sink deep into her. But now, she felt her mind and heart conflicting.

Don't choose a man who is capable of destroying you, Dumbledore had said on the day she had graduated from Hogwarts and started her job as an Auror. Probably he knew that she had a liking for questionably type of men, or perhaps he could see future; Y/N doesn't know.

"Y/N/N." Newt's scream fell on deaf ears as the young girl remained locked in her own memories. Remembering the first argument she had with the Master of Elder Wand, having pointed her own wand to his face while he had not even flinched. Perhaps he knew that she would never harm him or kill him. She was not allowed to.

The young Auror could remember the day vividly when she had tried to escape her prison, caught only due to the cold winds and the snow. I do not wish to harm you, I never will, he had said, carefully placing his wand on the snow, disarming himself to comfort her. You are a liar, she had argued only to earn a smile and a deep chuckle.

If I had lied to you, then I can assure you that this moment would have never happened. He was right, she knew in her heart. Gellert Grindelwald was a master of words; had he truly ever wished to trap her, he would have already.

The gentle brush of his lips against her was still fresh in her mind. A deep hum from his throat, a moan from hers. One hand sliding down her sides to hold her against himself while the other pursued its way into her hair.

The electric tinge she had felt was unique, something she had never heard of. The same could have been said for her heart skipping a beat or the butterflies in her stomach, but was it really unheard of? No. Those were all indications to a revelation she wished not to see. But how long could she run away from the truth?

"Y/N," the rumble of Gellert's deep voice made her open her closed eyes, inhaling sharply as she felt every pair of eyes present watching her. But above all, the mismatched eyes of her lover watched her with a tilt of his head.

He took a step, and again, and again. He approached her, never letting go of her eyes as he walked up the stairs. His hand was outstretched, empty; waiting for hers patiently.

"Come join me, beloved," he whispered, making the girl gulp as her eyes trailed off to her best friend who watched her with desperation. 'Don't,' she saw him mouthing, but her mind could no longer register anything, frozen in a single place.

Gellert's lips brushed against the outer shell of her ear, eliciting a deep moan which made him chuckle. His hand cupped the side of her face while he whispered: "Be by my side. Be my Queen."

All the thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving behind only a single man in focus. One who had platinum locks and mismatched eyes which resembled so much like his own personality. The man who stood in front of her, waiting for her to say the word, to give him the consent.

"Yes."

Silk sheets covered her bare body from the preying eyes of her lover, whose fingers drew patterns on her back while she slept peacefully. The soft glow of the first sunlight entered the bedroom, filling it with a golden glow.

Y/N hummed to herself, snuggling deep into the arms of Gellert who smiled down at her; a smile reserved specially for her. His fingers deliberately moved south, running along her spine before they moved to touch her thighs.

His fingers were calloused, rough, against her skin. Creating the perfect sensation that had her moaning prettily into his shoulder. A light flush painted the skin of her neck and cheeks, touching the tips of her ear as she tried to hide herself in the crook of his neck.

"How pure," he whispered with a smirk, his fingers teasing her folds, gathering the moisture that had coated her lips. Another moan left her lips involuntarily as the pad of his thumb came in contact with her clit, rubbing a slow circle that had her withering.

"Yet so desperate," he growled, retrieving his hand as he flipped them. His eyes watched with amusement as the girl underneath him flustered pink at his words.

She leaned up, chasing his lips into a shy kiss that had Gellert groaning as his hips snapped against her. His hand moved eagerly, intertwining with her hair before tugging her back, baring her neck. The sight of purple bruises and bites had him grow harder as he nipped on the skin on her collarbone.

"Gellert," she moaned, hands shooting off to tug at his disheveled hair. "Please," she mewled, moving her hips desperately. With a smirk plastered on his angular face, the wizard taunted, "what do you want, rabbit?"

The cry that left her satisfied him enough as he slowly settled inside her, grunting at the feel of her insides squeezing him. A broken moan left Y/N as a single tear rolled down her cheek, her nails digging into his back as she forced herself to relax around his length.

Moments after, the entire room was filled with loud sound of moans and grunts and the peculiar sound of skin slapping against skin. Filthy words escaped Gellert's mouth as he praised her while pounding deep into her.

"Such an obedient little girl. A perfect slut. So tight, so pure, so innocent. The perfect little wife. Should I make you a mother? Would you like that? Carrying my child. I feel you clinging around me, seems that you like that idea."

The sunshine filled the entire room in a holy glow as Gellert and Y/N cummed on the same time. Breath labored, both of them slumped against each other, foreheads pressed together as they came down from their peaks.

"I love you," she whispered, the words almost lost between the heavy pants. But Gellert heard them anyway, and with a smile and a light heart, he whispered the words back.

"I love you too, beloved."

[solarswonderland]

jamie campbell bower's twitter is HILARIOUS

[lilacsnid]

𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀, theseus scamander

EUNOIA (n.)

beautiful thinking; a well mind. 

Cursed to a life of darkness, Charlotte Gray's sight was stolen from her by the very hands of a man who was meant to protect her. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an innocent glimpse into the arcane mysteries of her father's world had sealed her fate, condemning her to a life without light. 

Being drawn together by the threads of fate, Charlotte and Theseus forge an unexpected bond, their paths intertwining in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

©𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐃 2024

[whxre4hange]

dating newt scamander would include...

• newt is naturally gentle, but he’s also incredibly passionate about his creatures—and about you. he speaks about both with the same soft reverence, his words laced with warmth and genuine admiration.

• he doesn’t always know how to articulate his feelings in words, so he shows his love through actions. whether it’s brewing you tea in the morning, tucking an enchanted flower behind your ear, or quietly placing a blanket over you when you doze off, his affection is constant and thoughtful.

• newt is an observer. he notices the little things about you—how your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the way you fidget when you’re deep in thought, and the slight change in your voice when you’re tired. he remembers it all.

• he’s fascinated by the modern world, though he sometimes finds it overwhelming. you help him navigate it, laughing when he furrows his brows at a self-checkout machine or marvels at a smartphone. but he’s not one to shy away from the unknown—he listens intently when you explain things to him, always eager to learn.

• despite his quiet nature, he has a dry, surprisingly witty sense of humor. his comments are subtle but perfectly timed, and he loves when you catch onto them and play along.

• newt isn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but when he gifts you something, it’s always incredibly meaningful—a quill made from a molted occamy feather, a vial of mooncalf silver, or a charmed pocket watch that ensures you’re never late.

• he’s touch-starved but shy about it. at first, he hesitates before reaching for your hand, his fingers brushing yours before fully committing. over time, he grows comfortable resting his head in your lap while he reads, or wrapping his arms around your waist when he’s particularly exhausted.

• he smells like parchment, earth, and a hint of something wild. when you borrow his coat, it lingers, making you feel as if he’s wrapped around you even when he’s away.

• he adores reading with you. sometimes you’ll sit beside him, your head resting on his shoulder as you each read your own books, and other times he’ll softly read passages aloud, his voice soothing and melodic.

• he struggles with eye contact, especially when he’s flustered. if you compliment him, he’ll duck his head, ears tinged pink, mumbling a quiet “thank you” while pretending to be busy adjusting his bow tie.

• though he’s not confrontational, if anyone ever disrespects you, his usually soft demeanor hardens instantly. his jaw tightens, his voice drops, and there’s a quiet intensity in his stare that is enough to make anyone rethink their actions.

• he has an old-fashioned sense of romance—kisses on the back of your hand, handwritten letters sealed with wax, and whispered “my love” as he pulls you close.

• he doesn’t fully understand modern dating norms, but he’s willing to try. he once attempted to take you on a “dinner date” in his case, only for a niffler to steal the silverware and a bowtruckle to climb into your hair.

• newt is used to being alone, often preferring the company of creatures to people. but with you, he feels safe. he doesn’t have to explain himself—he just gets to be.

• when nightmares from the war or his past haunt him, he doesn’t wake you, but you always seem to know. without a word, you reach for his hand in the dark, grounding him, and he squeezes it like a lifeline.

• he rarely raises his voice, but he’s fiercely protective. if he senses any danger, his body moves instinctively to shield you, wand at the ready, his usual softness replaced by something sharp and unwavering.

• he’s not good at outright asking for affection, but if you’re attentive, you’ll notice the way he lingers beside you, fingers twitching slightly as if debating whether to reach out. all it takes is a small gesture—brushing his hair back, taking his hand, pressing a kiss to his temple—and he melts under your touch.

• newt loves you in the same way he loves his creatures—patiently, wholeheartedly, and without condition.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Lowly Desires Remake Drabble. Part 1

Yandere Gellert Grindelwald x Female Muggle and younger Reader.

You sighed and saw the fog come out of your breath. It was cold as ever in the cellar you chained. 

How long have you been kidnapped by that ugly old man? You remembered being taken away at the airport. You were about to be picked up by your parents. You have never seen them since. 

“I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living…”

The beauty of your face matched your lovely voice whether singing or speaking. Pure and clear.

No wonder why your “master” would refer to you as princess and “Muggle”. You didn't know what that meant. But you knew it was degrading. And if he was angry as in a bad mood or impatient with your attitude as you tried to stop him from raping your ass. He would call you slut and bitch a lot. 

You rolled your eyes. You don't remember offending him. Why does he hate you so much? He kept saying how he will kill you. But, he still won't do it. He should be bored of you by now. He took your virginity. The first time he entered your college dorm as you were unpacking for your first year. 

Then he left. You quit college to tell your parents what happened. But, he came back and kidnapped you. You resisted at first and fought. But he would use a magic wand and his strength to torture you. You realized that magic was real. And Muggle must mean someone like you who cannot do magic.

It was odd. He kept being racist to you. But he just couldn't keep himself from touching you. If you were so bad and low as he said you were. Why can't he leave you alone or kill you already?

That confused you.

You were scared to die and begged to not be killed. But, he tortured you mentally so hard that you not only lost interest to live but wanted to die. You got nightmares and knew life wouldn't be the same even if he let you go. Broken. Damaged beyond repair.

Old hag. You felt old inside despite being only 18. What have you become? An old witch. 

Life has killed the dream I dreamed. 

Then he came. A man with ice cold eyes and an undercut entered your cell and grabbed you after using his wand to free you from your chains. 

He didn't speak but he pushed you inside a bathroom. He ordered you to bathe or else.

Were you going somewhere? Home?

Maybe you should give it a try to start a normal life. 

You did as you were told and then saw a dress. A long sequined and green mermaid style dress. Expensive. A party?

Suddenly, the dress inserted itself on you by itself and your hair was styled to a professional updo. The man from before once again grabbed you and led you to a waiting limousine outside what appeared to be a grand estate. 

You were in a cell of a mansion the whole time?

You knew your capturer was rich because of his expensive suits whenever he visited you in the cell. 

But, this was a castle. Ancient too.

“The Master will meet us at the grand party.” The man sat next to you and ordered the driver to start.

You inwardly groaned. What does that ugly old man want now?

Please ignore the size and race of that lady. I needed to find an emerald sequined dress on Pinterest

[jadegmfu]

i really really need a man like

[iridecsense]

nepenthe - m.

⊰ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴                    𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦                       𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 ⊱

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⤷ summary: Proceeding the encounter with Grindelwald in Paris, Newt goes seaward on a secret mission for Dumbledore when his ship is caught in a storm...

✧ word count: 11.2k ✧ pairing: newt scamander | siren!reader ✧ genre: romance, slow burn, angst, adventure ✧ warnings: depictions of violence and death ✧ author’s note:  Who updates after nearly five years? Me. I do. Anywayy, feel free to comment or send me feedback via my ask box, I love hearing from you all. Hopefully, it will encourage me to finish this series. That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Sailing the seas was one of the many things that Newt was an expert at. He had sailed many boats and ships during his time abroad. Big boats, tiny boats, row boats, and sailboats, you name it and he’s manned it. He enjoyed the seas, it was the most fascinating feature of Earth to him. It was a vast expansion of salty water that covered seventy percent of the Earth and was home to more than half of its creatures—most of which have yet to be discovered. While most feared the ocean, he embraced it. He wished that Jacob felt the same. 

Jacob had a hard time adjusting to life a sea. While Newt kept his friend’s seasickness at bay, his preexisting fears still lingered. Jacob was no help when it came to sailing. He was far too clumsy and anxious to work under Uluras’s command. His talents lied elsewhere, elsewhere being the ship’s kitchen. Jacob spent most of his time down there, cooking and baking meals and treats for everyone to eat. Newt suspected it was therapeutic for him; in more ways than one. Either way, he was glad to see Jacob active and committed. 

They sailed smoothly for three days. In those days, Uluras took a liking to Newt, taking him under his wing. They often shared stories with one another, Newt telling of his adventures around the world, and Uluras proudly spoke of tales from his mother country. There were times where Newt would get him to talk about Dumbledore and how they new each other when they were both young men, but nothing too personal. All Newt could gather was that Dumbledore’s family and his were close and that he owes them a great debt. 

Even now, on what Uluras revealed to be their last night aboard the ship, they all sat on deck eating the supper Jacob and Niris prepared sharing entertaining stories of how they spent their time in school. Newt stayed quiet for the most part, content with listening to Jacob’s tall tales and Niris’s trouble making. Even Uluras had a thing or two to share about his days as a wryly teen. 

Under the night sky the sea glittered and shined. The sea was calm, the water gently lapped at the sides of the ship, and, if you listened close enough, you could hear the fin whales singing in the distance. It was a rather peaceful night, the most peaceful night they’ve had while on board. 

Newt sat in comfortable silence as the others laughed heartily at a story Jacob had finished telling. They’d finished their meals, and turned to drinking rice wine to further fill their stomachs. Newt rather disliked the alcoholic drink, as he did all alcoholic drinks, but he still sipped the contents of his mug ever so often to blend in. 

It wasn’t long before everyone grew tired. They had a long day ahead of them and would need all the sleep they could get. Niris was the first to retire to his nook. Jacob followed soon after, taking the mugs and plates back into the kitchen, claiming he would deal with them in the morning. Truthfully, Newt was rather exhausted himself. He could feel the weight of his tiredness pulling at his eyelids, but the ticking ambush of questions that still swelled in the back of his head wouldn’t let him rest. 

Uluras had moved to the forecastle deck. His hand still clutched around a mug of wine as he stared up at the sky, sipping peacefully. Newt was unsure if he should disturb him. 

“Ya just gonna stand there watchin’ me or ya gonna speak what’s on your mind?” Uluras spoke with his back still turned. 

Newt straightened his posture, flustered. He climbed up the steps and onto the deck to stand at Uluras’s side. The wind lapped around them. Uluras kept his gaze forward, barely acknowledging Newt’s presence. Newt, feeling displaced, did the same. He looked at the night horizon, watching the bow of the ship cut through the waves with ease. 

“I was thinking about tomorrow,” Newt confessed after a brief silence. “I’m still unsure of what exactly I am to do when we reach Italy. It’s not as if Dumbledore gave me instructions.”

Uluras huffed through his nose. “No need for instructions. What you need is a name,” he said.

Newt furrowed his brows. “A name?”

Uluras turned his head towards Newt. “In the mornin’, ‘round noon, we will dock in Naples. There you must find a woman named Reinette.”

“Reinette?” Newt repeated. “Who’s Reinette?”

“Reinette is a talented witch with the gift of seeing. Her gift has given her the advantage of knowin’ many things. When you get there you must find her.”

“How do you suppose I do that?”

“It’s been a while, but I’m sure she hasn’t left. When I knew her well she worked in a pub. What was it called?” Uluras pursed his lips in thought, snapping his fingers as he muttered different names. “La Belladonna? No. It was Il Basalisc, I think... or maybe it was... It was somethin’ with a B.”

The older man sucked his teeth and sighed. “Just ask around for Reinette. I’m sure a local will be able to point you in the right direction. It's not like she keeps a low profile.” He rolled his eyes, turning around to walk back down the stairs. 

Newt wasn’t sure he understood what Uluras meant by that, but he took the new information gladly. It was better than nothing. 

“You should rest, Scamander.” Newt turned on his heels to look down at Uluras on the deck. “This mission that Dumbledore’s got you wrapped up in...It all starts there. An’ you’ll be needing all the rest you can get.” 

Newt nodded in an unconfident manner. Uluras, having drunken himself into lethargy, dissapeared into his quarters for the night, leaving Newt alone on deck.

 He didn’t get any sleep that night.

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Newt was inside his case laying on his cot staring up at the ceiling deep in his own thoughts when Jacob came descending down the ladder. He jumped from the ladder a few feet from the floor, landing with a thud. He turned to look down at his friend.

“Did you sleep in here?” Jacob asked. Newt shook his head. Jacob sighed, looking around the shack. His eyes caught sight of a strange creature similar to a hummingbird in the way its wings flapped incessantly, though it was double its size and had a long beak that curled into itself. It stared back at him through the window above Newt’s cot and flew away soon after. 

“I didn’t know you brought all your animals with you.”

Newt sat up in his bed. “I didn’t. Well, not all of them. Just the ones that needed my attention. Bunty’s caring for the rest back home,” said Newt.

Jacob nodded, dropping the subject. “Uluras told me to come get ya. Yeah, he says that we’ll be docking soon.”

Newt's eyes widened. “Is it noon already?”

“Fifteen minutes after,” Jacob told him. “Sorry I didn't come to get you sooner but I was late waking up myself. That wine can really put you out.” He chuckled as he rubbed his aching belly. 

Newt stood to his feet and walked to his work station. He pulled a small black box from a drawer and opened it. inside was an assortment of small potion bottles. Some were filled with liquid and others with herbs and one with something that moved. Jacob scrunched his nose in disgust. 

Newt picked up a couple of bottles, carefully reading the labels before finding the one he was searching for. He held it in his hand as he placed the lid back onto the box and stuffed it back into the drawer. He walked back to Jacob and held out the bottle filled with an herb that looked like plant roots. 

“Chew on these. They’ll help your stomach settle.”

Jacob took the bottle kindly and without question. “Thanks.”

Newt flashed him a small smile, before brushing past to climb up the ladder. Stepping from his case, Newt helped his friend by taking his hand and pulling him out. The two men quickly packed their things, ensuring everything was in order before ascending to the deck. 

The sun hung high in the air. The call of seagulls accompanied the musicality of wind lapping at sails and waves crashing into the sides of the ship. The pesky birds circled the ship in hopes of finding food, or perhaps they just wanted someplace to rest their wings. Either way, their presence was welcomed, for it meant that land was near. 

Newt and Jacob made their way to the ship’s railing. They looked ahead to see the evidence: the costal city of Naples flaunting its beautiful landscape. Jacob smiled, openly expressing his excitement. Wether he was excited to venture to a new land or because he was finally getting off the boat was unclear. Maybe it was a bit of both. Either way, when the ship finally docked, Jacob was the first to step off after giving goodbyes to Niris and Uluras. 

The dock was lively with passersby. It was a trading dock meant for the import of magical goods. It was tucked away and hidden by enchantments to mask its presence on the shoreline of an abandoned beach. On the harbor, sellers peddled their goods, high in stock of all the magical goods not native to Italy.

Uluras and Niris stood at the opening to the gangway. Newt with his head bowed, reached in his coat pocket for the pouch Dumbledore had given him, handing it to the old man. Uluras saw the gold flashing in the pouch and placed his hand over it pushing it back into Newt’s chest. 

“Keep your money, Mr. Scamander,” he said. “You’ll be needing it where you’re headed.”

Newt nodded. He thanked Uluras and Niris for their kindness and guidance. The young wizard descended down the gangway joining his friends side as he assessed his foreign surroundings. 

Jacob placed a hand on Newt’s shoulder. “You know what you’re doing?”

Newt’s eyes flew up to Uluras who gave him a nod. “In a way.”

Jacob turned to look back up at the ship that was already sailing back out to sea. He waved goodbye to the two men onboard. Niris waved his cap down at them and wished them luck on their journey.

“Don’t forget to thank Zanj Lanmè!” Uluras yelled. 

The two men waved to the angel carved onto the ship, yelling their thanks. To Newt's amusement and Jacob’s amazement, the wooden angel animated, giving them a soft smile as it waved back. His mouth fell agape as he watched the ship leave. Newt turned from the sea and pushed on, leaving behind a stunned Jacob.

“Did you see that?” He asked as he rushed to catch up. 

The harbor reminded Newt a lot of Diagon Alley, though it was considerably smaller. Besides the docks and the street peddlers, there were also shops and inns, and a lone pub. Alas, it was not the pub he hoped. Its name did not start with a B, nor did it have a B in it at all. 

Hanging above the entrance was a metal plaque that read L'amante in bronze lettering underneath an etching of a couple kissing passionately. 

“Want to grab a drink?” Jacob asked upon noticing Newt's gaze set upon the building. 

Newt had no interest in going inside. He wanted to find Reinette as soon as possible. Still, he could admit that he was venturing on this quest blind. Left on foreign terrain, he decided that it would be useful to ask around. The two men veered to the pub, pushing through the salt damaged doors. 

Upon entering, they were met with lively music and thunderous cheer. Much like Newt’s case, the pub was bigger on the inside, with many open levels that gave the appearance of a tower. Despite its overawing stature, the room was filled with warmth. It was a pleasant contrast to the cold greyscale of London. The first level of the pub was colored in hues of red, orange, and yellow. Gold glimmered in unexpected and opulent places. The dark wooded floors vibrated in reaction to the crowd of people dancing close to the stage where a live band played jazz. Scattered around the room where tables and booths, many of which were filled. Along the right side of the establishment was a bar that stretched from either side of the room. Jacob noticed it instantly and headed straight in its direction.

He took a seat on a circular stool. He blew raspberries with his lips and drummed his hands on the, frankly, sticky wood surface as he waited for a bartender. He even peaked over the counter just in case this pub was manned by a house-elf like the speakeasy Tina and Queenie had once taken them to. Newt had taken a seat next to him, placing his case on the floor by his feet. Not long after a woman came up to them on the other side of the counter. She had thick curly brown hair braided down her back and dark olive skin. She wore an orange dress complimented by a gold apron. She grabbed a wet rag from a nook behind the counter and began swabbing the counter. 

“Che cosa vuoi?” She asked, though she was not looking at them. The two men stared blankly, unable to understand. In their silence she gave in and looked straight at them, clearly irritated by their presence.  

“What do you want?” She asked again, this time in English.

“Water, please,” Newt answered for the both of them, though Jacob seemed a bit displeased by it.

She moved instantly to grab two clear glasses, filling them up with ice as a pitcher of water floated in the air to fill them. She handed them their respective glasses. “So you’re Englishmen?” 

“He’s English. I’m American,” said Jacob. “Though my mom’s mom was Italian.” He said as a matter-of-fact and smiled awkwardly in an attempt to make small conversation. The bartender, however, didn’t seem to care. 

“Welcome to Napoli,” She said dryly. “What brings you here? It must be important for you to come with the travel ban and all.”

The two shifted uncomfortable in their seats, like two children who had just been caught in a lie. 

“Do not worry,” the bartender assured them. “I will not tell. It is not my business to share.”

Jacob relaxed a little and took a sip of his cold water. Newt was still tensed. “Well,” he began, hesitant. “We are looking for someone. I was told she works in pub like this one. Perhaps you know her?”

The woman shrugged. “Maybe I do. Do you have a name?”

“Reinette.”

“Dispiace. I do not recognize the name.” She said simply, and turned away to help another customer. Newt stopped her before she got too far, still hoping she could help in some way. 

“You don’t suppose you know anyone who might? She is a seer—”

“A seer you say?” She cut in. Newt nodded.

The bartender looked beyond the two men to a waitress waiting tables on the floor. “Azura!” She called to her. The waitress lifted her head towards the direction of the bar. The bartender waved her over. “Vieni qui per favore.” 

The waitress finished serving a couple seated at a table before walking over towards the three of them and standing next to Newt, a bit closer than he’d like. “Che?”

“These men are looking for a seer. You once knew a seer, no? What was her name?”

The woman pursed her lips in thought. “Intendi, Reinette?”

“That’s her!” Jacob chimed in. “She said Reinette, right? You said Reinette?”

The waitress, Azura, frowned. “What do you want with Reinette?”

“We were hopping she could tell us that,” said Newt.

She sighed. “If it is a vision you want, she won’t give it to you. She hasn’t seen anyone in years.”

“Still,” Newt insisted. “We must find her. It’s important we see her. Please.”

“Look, whoever sent you led you in the wrong direction. Reinette left for Sicily years ago. That is all I know.”

“Sicily? As in the island? As in an island a hundred miles away from here in the middle of the Mediterranean ocean?” Jacob rubbed the sides of his temple. “That’s just great.” He held his glass up to the bartender. “I’m gonna need something a little stronger sweetheart.” The bartender rolled her eyes and reluctantly took his glass.

“Where in Sicily may we ask?” Newt pressed. The waitress thought to herself for a moment.

“Syracuse, I think. I can’t be sure.”

Newt nodded. “Thank you.”

“Prego.” As she left Jacob downed another drink. Newt stood from his seat and shifted around his coat pocket for change and placed it on the counter. 

Jacob put down his glass. “What, we’re leaving now?” 

“Yes,” said Newt as he lifted his case from the ground and maneuvered his way out of the tavern with Jacob stumbling close behind. “Right now!”

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After the pub, Newt took Jacob from the port into the city. According to Newt, they would have to find another boat that sailed to Sicily. Uluras and the Zanj Lanmè were long gone and the port they entered in was a trading port; none of the ships would take them to Sicily even if there wasn’t a travel ban. They were on their own. Italy seemed much livelier than Paris or London ever had in Jacob’s opinion. At least in the city of Naples, the people weren’t afraid of a bit fun. 

Jacob followed behind Newt in a distracted stupor, occasionally brushing shoulders with other pedestrian's and whirling his heading every witch-way to take in the sights. He tried his best to keep up with Newt’s long strides, but was halted by a young street vendor pushing delicious-smelling pastries in his face.  

“Try, you must try! Best pastries in Napoli!” The young teen pedaled. 

Jacob scrunched his nose. “What is it?”

The curly-haired boy gave Jacob an over-friendly smile and spoke excitedly.  “Panzerotti. It’s meat, cheese, an—”

“Yeah, give me that.” Jacob pulled two coins and traded it with the boy. He took the pastry and continued down the street as the boy thanked him. The young boy looked down at the two American coins. 

“EHI! Non puoi pagare con questo! Figlio di puttana, mi servono gli lire!” 

Jacob ignored the boy's fast-spilling curses and took a pleasing bite out of his treat. He spotted Newt’s distinctive coat in a small crowd surrounding a man pedaling boat tickets.

“Oh, Jacob, there you are. What’s that?”

“Panzerotti,” Jacob said with a mouth full of food. He held the wrapped pastry up to Newt. “Wanna bite?”

Newt looked down at the cheesy meat-filled delight. “No, I don’t think so.” He turned his head towards the man selling tickets and Jacob shrugged his shoulders.

“Poi ho i biglietti per la Sicilia, tremila lire ciascuno! Tremila lire a testa per la Sicilia!” 

“That’s Sicily. Yes! Yes, here!” Newt pushed through the crowd to the front with Jacob.

“How many?” Asked the ticket pedlar.

Newt held up two fingers. “Two.”

The man held out his hand. “Six thousand lire.”

Newt fished in his coat pocket and conveniently pulled out the aforementioned amount and currency. The man took it and counted for good measure before handing him two tickets. 

“It leaves tonight at seven, the red steam ship.”

Newt nods, quickly thanks the man, and dives back into the crowd. Jacob takes the last bite of his panzerotti and crumbles the paper wrapping and tosses it to the side. 

“So what, we just gonna stand around for seven hours?” Jacob asks Newt as he swallowed. Newt shrugged. He looked around in search of a place to set up and regroup. Jacob sighs, “Well we should get room or something. I’d like to sleep on a bed that doesn’t rock before I get on another ship.”

Newt and Jacob walked side by side on the street in search of an inn. As they walked, a swell of music increasingly crept closer. Not far ahead a crowd of people gathered in a large square dressed in various shades of blue, green, and white. It was a jovial communion to be sure, as there were celebrants dancing, drinking, eating and various other festival-like activities. Newt finds himself smiling at the children scampering by holding hand kites, his eyes catching sight of the rag doll tucked tightly under a little girl’s shoulder—a mermaid. Jacob was smiling too. As they looked around, they noticed lots of mermaid iconography decorated the square.

They walked slowly, hoping to immerse themselves in the festivities they unknowingly integrated themselves in. There was a small crowd of people gathered off to the side, mostly children, but also adults who stood towards the back and sides. The two foreign beholders kept to the background onlooking a puppet theatre. The children sat entranced on the ground as they watched the puppets. It seemed to a be fairy tale, some version of the little mermaid. The colorful puppets depicted a prince of sorts on a beach meeting with a mermaid. The children seemed to enjoy it, especially the young girls. 

Jacob turned his head and saw another crowd gathering on the other side of the square. There was a large circular fountain that enclosed a statue of a mermaid perched on a rock facing the sea. People gathered around and threw various things inside it, mainly coins, but also beads, flowers, and jewelry. Essentially any small pretty thing. Newt followed Jacob's eye-line to the overcrowded fountain.

Jacob gently stopped a man as he walked by. “Excuse me? You speak English?” Thankfully the man nodded. “What are they doing over there?

“They are giving offerings for la principessa sirena,” he explained quite enthusiastically.

“The mermaid princess.” Newt translates for Jacob.

Jacob side-eyed Newt. “Yeah, I got that,” he said flatly. 

The man smiled. “Sì, signore. Over a hundred years ago, the king of Naples, Joachim Murat was drunkenly wandering the cliffs when he stumbled and fell into the sea. He nearly drowned but was saved by a mermaid. The king fell in love and continued to visit la sirena for years after. Soon, they produced a child: la principessa sirena.”

Jacob pursed his lips and blew a low whistle. “Lucky guy.”

The guide laughs and shakes his head. “I would not say he is so lucky,” he says. “Eventually, his queen, Napoleon Bonaparte’s little sister, discovered his adultery, and in a jealous rage, she sent for her brother to avenge her, ordering the king’s lover and child to be killed. By the time the king got wind of the assassination, it was too late. His sirena had been murdered on the very shore he had fallen for her.”

“What happened to the kid?” asked Jacob.

“It is said she was lost to the sea,” he shrugs. “However, many years later, long after the king had died, a fisherman was caught in a storm, and he was swallowed by the waves. The storm was so powerful he should have drowned. When he woke up, he was on the shore unharmed. He returned to his village and told the townspeople he was saved by a beautiful mermaid. He believed her to be the lost princess, king Joachim’s love child. He built the sculpture in honor of her, and every year on the day he was saved, the people of Naples, Ischia, Procida, and Capri will come here with offerings for love and prosperity.”

Jacob scoffed and nudged Newt with his elbow. “Maybe we should make an offering, huh Newt?” He jokes. 

Newt flushed slightly, the fleeting image of Tina swept across his mind and tugged at his heartstrings. Jacob thanked the man and he walked away. The two men walked towards the fountain.

“What did you think of that?” Asked Jacob.

“Of what?”

“Do you think it’s true?” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “What the guide said about the mermaids and what not.”

Newt hummed disapprovingly. “Probably not.”

Jacob furrowed his brows, skeptical. “How come?” 

“Well there are no merpeople in the Gulf of Naples, let alone the Tyrrhenian Sea.”

“So there are mermaids,” Jacob smiled excitedly.

“Yes, there are many different species of merpeople throughout the world. There are even merpeople that exist in the Great Lakes.”

Jacob’s mouth fell open. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.” Newt said matter-of-fact. 

“Well why aren't there any here in Naples? Isn’t Greece and Italy, like, the home of mermaids?” Jacob asked as he eyed the supposed mermaid princess. 

“Yes. In fact Naples was once called Partenope after a siren of Greek mythology. But sirens haven't existed in the Mediterranean for hundreds of years.” New explained.

“What happened to them?”

“No one knows for sure how or why, but it is speculated that they were hunted to extinction.”

“Oh.” Jacob’s shoulders fell slightly. They stood in silence for a moment until Jacob dived in his pocket for two simple coins. He spit on them, much to Newt’s surprise and minor disgust, and shined them with the corner of his vest. He handed one to Newt who hesitantly took it between his two fingers. 

Jacob closed his eyes for a moment, a wrinkle forming between his brows as the silence between them lingered, then kissed the coin before tossing it into the fountain bowl. 

“I was never a superstitious person. I ain’t never believed in…a higher power or anything before.” Jacob spoke carefully, and Newt could tell that this was something he needed to stay silent for and listen. “My Gran was. Church every Sunday and Wednesday, pray before every meal, before walking out the door, in the morning and before bed at night. She’d cross her chest if she saw a black cat cross the street, toss salt over her shoulders, hated anything having to do with the number thirteen and picked up every lucky penny she could find. I thought she was nuts, but y’know, that’s my Gran.”

“Then me and my brother got shipped off to France, and my Grandma snuck rosaries, prayer coins, and a rabbit’s foot— if you can believe it—into our bags. Told us to carry them on us always. Anyway, you think about stuff like that during the war. One day my brother and I was stuck in a church in France with our group waiting for reinforcements. We was laying low. We knew they was out there. They knew we was in there. It feels like you’re waiting forever when you’re like that. I was standing by a window that had been poorly boarded up when the light leaking from it cast on the floor. A dirty old franc was sitting heads up on the floor and it got me thinking of my Gran. ‘She’d pick that up’ I thought, and it made me smile for the first time in months. So, I bent down and picked it up.” Jacob sighed, and swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Just as my fingers pick up the coin, a bullet flies right over my head and hits my brother in the chest.”

“Jacob… I’m so sorry.” Newt attempts to comfort his lamenting friend. 

“Yeah, I know,” Jacob puts a thankful hand on Newt’s shoulder. He cleared is throat to keep his voice from cracking.“I lost my brother…But picking up that franc got me home. Got me one last year with my Gran before she passed. Made me chase my dream of opening a bakery. Then I met you, my best friend. I learned about a whole new magical world I couldn’t even dream of. And I met the most beautiful, crazy, talented witch who also happens to be the love of my life. Now she’s gone. I don’t know what we’re doing here. I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is I need all the luck I can get to get my girl back. So, sometimes I throw a coin in a fountain and hope that something—God, Fate,” he chuckled and lazily gestured to the statue. “Or a mermaid princess—anything—will listen.”

Newt squeezes Jacob’s shoulder. “She will, Jacob.” 

Jacob forced a smile. He gestured to the coin still in Newt’s hand. “You should too. For Tina.”

Tina. Newt’s nervous system went haywire at the very mention of her name. There was a moment when he and Tina finally connected on a deep level, when there hearts perhaps started to beat at the same rhythm after being off key for so long. But it seems every time they take a step forward something happens to push them back, whether it’s a misunderstanding, her work as an auror, the estrangement of a sister, or the loss of an old friend…an old love. 

All newt wanted was to feel right. Nothing felt right, not in his personal life or in the world. Everything has gone sideways from the moment Dumbledore sent him to New York. If he spent a moment with an unoccupied mind he’d become overwhelmed with all he endured. In truth, that’s partially why he took Dumbledore up on this secret, ambiguous mission. The months he and Jacob had been mulling about were dreary to say the least. His beasts and Bunty kept him somewhat busy but not busy enough. At least the mission would help combat the off-ness he was battling ever since Paris. 

Something right, he thought, and tossed the coin into the fountain. Jacob gave Newt a few hefty pats on the back and the two stepped back into the cobblestone street in search of a place to rest. 

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“Jacob wake up.”

Jacob jolts awake as Newt gently shakes his shoulder. It was sunset, and the sky had turned into shades of orange and purple. 

“The ship leaves in an hour. We should head there now.” Newt says as he buttons his vest.

Jacob gives a lethargic nod and groan as he sits up in the bed. They’d found a muggle pub that had beds available upstairs. Newt had made a comment about it being similar to a wizard pub called The Leaky Cauldron in London. The moment Jacob laid on the bed sleep took over and his snores filled the room. Newt wasn’t tired, surprisingly, and stayed awake. He minded his case, giving Jacob and himself deserved silence. Newt had managed to do a considerable amount of work in the gap of time. He was worried about the niffler pups. Wily creatures as they were, prone to sickness were they also. The mother had passed after birth, leaving Teddy too depressed to nurture the litter on his own, the poor sod. Newt and Bunty did their best to nurse them with mooncalf milk, but it isn’t filled with the same antibodies the pups would need to build their immune systems fast. One of the pups had caught a nasty infection that Newt had been treating. Anyone else wouldn’t notice by how adamant she was at chasing around after her littermates. Newt made use of his time to treat and care for her and any other creatures he brought with him. Yet, by the time he’d finished, he wished he had at least tried to rest like Jacob suggested.

“Did you get any sleep?” Jacob asked groggily, noticing the dark circles around Newt’s eyes. 

“I’ll sleep on the ship tonight.” Newt assured, though he convinced no one. Sleep hadn’t been his nightly companion for a while, and it was starting to show. Jacob only hummed in response as he put his jacket over his shoulders. The two walk to the port where the red steamship was boarding passengers to Sicily. Getting there and getting on took about an hour, but once on the ship, they found their cabin and waited for the ship to push off. 

Jacob sat on the bed across from Newt. “So this Dumbledore guy is sending you to Sicily to get palm reading or something?” Jacob asked after a small moment of silence. 

“A seer can do a lot more than palm reading, Jacob.” Newt chided. “A seer can prophecy the future. Predict fates. Deliver omens.”

“Like we need any more omens,” Jacob muttered bitterly. 

Newt sighed through his nose. “I don’t know why we’re going to Sicily, Jacob,” he admitted. “I don’t know the seer we’re supposed to find, and I don’t know what she will tell us once we get there…if she’s there… Truth is, I don’t know much of anything anymore, Jacob. I haven’t since—”

“I know,” Jacob said softly. 

“But I couldn’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself anymore. Not while Theseus and Tina are off Merlin knows where…not after Leta...” Newt picked at the skin of his fingernails. It’d become a habit of his, and now his fingers were rough and jagged from frayed hang nails, picked raw and often bleeding. Jacob’s sorrowful expression only made Newt feel more microscopic. How frustrating. “Whatever this is about, I’m sure we’ll know soon. Dumbledore loves being cryptic, but it’s not without reason.” He ended simply. 

Jacob nodded, eyeing his friend closely. He opened his mouth to say something, but a second thought closed his mouth for him. “No matter what, I trust you Newt,” he said instead. “This Grindelwald…He’s got to be stopped. I’m with you.”

Newt looked up from his hands to see Jacob holding a comforting smile across his face; one he couldn’t help but return. Just then, they heard the ship’s horn blare. The ship jolted forward, and Jacob rocked back into his bed. He screwed his eyes shut and held on to the metal bars of the bed frame. “Oh, God. Newt, you got anymore of that seasickness potion…stuff?”

Newt let out a humorous chuff and nodded. He placed his suitcase on the floor between them, opened it, and stepped inside to retrieve the potion for Jacob. 

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Newt sat on the grass of the kelpie enclosure watching as the magnificent creature swam about freely. A few of the niffler pups were sleeping soundly in his lap. He stroked their fur absentmindedly while deep in thought. He thought mostly about he’d get to Syracuse. The ship most likely wouldn’t take them directly there, and would instead stop on the opposite side of the island. The travel ban made things rather difficult in times like this. It was mildly hilarious the Ministry lifted his personal travel ban after his assist in Paris only for the International Confederation to implement one on the entire wizarding world. Of course he understood why. It would ultimately help single out Grindelwald and his acolytes, as they were sure to not stay put in one area for long. Any unauthorized travel would immediately be flagged by aurors to investigate. But Dumbledore, often not in alignment with the wishes of those in power, had his own agendas and operations to conduct that would not be executed by the Ministry even if he asked. So, naturally everything Newt is doing is unsanctioned and therefore illegal. Drawing any attention to himself will endanger the mission. There is no doubt the Ministry already know he’s no longer in England. Theseus definitely knows by now, he thought. 

Theseus checked in on Newt every week since Paris. Often after he’d drunk himself to lunacy. He’d come by, overly-affectionate and smelling of fire whiskey. Newt would make him something to eat while Theseus talked about things he didn’t care about until he finally divulges the latest inner workings of the Ministry and the investigation with Grindelwald. Then he’d get sad about Leta and cry, eventually passing out on his couch. He was happy to be there for his brother the first few times he stumbled up his stoop, but after a while it just got embarrassingly sad, and it didn’t help with his own melancholy.  Theseus probably tried to visit not long after he and Jacob already left. Bunty most likely answered the door and gave him the latest update without divulging his whereabouts. Theseus would be upset to be sure, but his loyalty and trust in Dumbledore will keep him and the Ministry out of it until need be. Best not give them a reason to, though.

They could easily track him down if he used certain magic transportation such as apparition; he was, unfortunately, a wizard of interest, thusly under persistent watch. Though, he couldn’t apparate to Syracuse even if he wanted to, as he’d never been before. Besides, even if he had, he’d never apparated such a significant distance; and with Jacob in tow, so much could go wrong. He’d hate to be the reason Jacob got splinched, or worse. The best way would be through the floo network. It’s hard to track individuals through it. Finding it would be the hardest part. He wasn’t familiar with the network outside of Britain, but if he could find a wizard town, he could find the floo network. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth. Jacob hadn’t used the floo network before. It’d be fun to watch him try it for the first time. 

Rising to his feet, he carefully collected the sleeping niffler pups in his hand and walked them to their den. Teddy was there, lazying about in his hole as he so often did since his mate passed. He placed the pups in their respective holes and gave Teddy a soft pet on his back. He new all too well how he felt. 

He walked back to the shed to sit on his cot. His eyes were heavy from their lack of rest, prominent bags hung underneath his brilliant hazel orbs. He laid on his back, fluffing and tucking the pillow under his head. He stared at the ceiling for a while, still unable to settle his brain. If his mind settled for even a moment, granting him momentary peace, some thought or image would shock his nervous system awake. He tossed and turned, eventually landing on his side facing his work bench. His eyes drifted up to the pictures framed on its surface. One picture was of Tina, a picture she had sent him a few months ago. She looked brilliant. She had her hair parted to the side and curled. She smiled sweetly, her image swayed awkwardly from side to side, laughing at her own shyness. It’d been a while since he’d gotten a letter from her. Partially his fault, he knew. He wasn’t the most engaging penpal, not lately. 

But beyond his own faults, he knew her focus was on the rescue of her sister. He wanted to write. Merlin, did he want to tell her so much. But every time he tried to put quill to paper he was left with ink blots. His eyes drifted to the picture hanging above Tina’s on the wall. Leta. Newt’s heart ached at her image. Every time he looked at it he was transported back to the night she died. The tears in her eyes, the scared look on her delicate face, the last words she spoke…

A sudden jolt shook Newt from his thoughts. Dust fell from the ceiling and the light fixture above him swayed. Newt furrowed his brows. A loud, heavy, crashing sound came from outside the case, and Newt sat up in his cot. An earthquake like rumble shook the case, sending the beasts inside in a frenzy. Newt’s head whipped around to the workbench as vials, books, and tools started crashing to the ground. He jumped from his cot to catch Tina’s picture before it fell to the ground, only to hear the sound of shattering glass as Leta’s picture fell from the wall and onto the floor. Newt didn’t have time to bend down to retrieve the photo before the hatch of his case swung open. 

“NEWT!” Jacob sounded frantic and terrified. “NEWT WE GOT A PROBLEM, GET UP HERE!”

Newt quickly dressed himself and tucked Tina’s picture frame into his coat pocket. He climbed up the latter with haste and took Jacobs outstretched hand once he reached the top. Jacob pulled him out of the case and held him by his sleeves. The ship was rocking dangerously. Outside their cabin an attendant was yelling for passengers to stay calm. A clap of thunder sounded after a near blinding flash of lightning filled the cabin. Rain poured and smacked heavily against the ships metal, creating a consistent drumming. The ship was smack in the middle of a raging storm, and while the muggle crew tried to keep things calm and orderly, assuring the passengers that everything would be fine, Jacob and Newt knew better; because they both could tell it was no ordinary storm. Newt looked out the porthole to see rough sees and black skies. Another flash of lightning and Newt could see the swirling pattern of a magic-made storm in the rolling clouds. 

“I was resting and the storm came out of nowhere,” said Jacob. “One minute calm seas, the next I’m hearin’ buckets of rain and thunder—the ship rocked so hard I fell out of the bed!”

Newt quickly packed up his case and opened the cabin door, jumping back when an attendant rushed by him in a panic. The young man looked over his shoulder to Newt. “Please, remain in your cabin! Everything is fine!” He ordered, though he was less than convincing. He didn't even check to make sure Newt went back inside before running off and disappearing around the corner. Wand in hand, Newt started in the opposite direction towards the front of the ship. Jacob followed close behind, nearly tripping up the steps attempting to follow Newt’s gazelle-like strides. 

The two men could barely keep their eyes open once on deck. The wind howled like a banshee in their ears. Their clothes were drenched within seconds, and the barren deck floors were practically flooded with water. “WHAT IS THIS NEWT?” Jacob yelled over the sound of puffing wind and rain. 

Newt looked around, searching as best he could through squinted eyes for the source of the storm. “IT’S GRINDELWALD!” Newt shouted. “SOMETHING MUST’VE HAPPENED. HE KNOWS WE’RE HERE, HE’S SENT THEM TO STOP US!”

“WHO?”

One by one, members of The Alliance apparated onto the deck, surrounding them. 

“Them…” said Newt darkly.

“A bit far from home, no, Mr. Scamander?” One of the acolytes taunted. Newt recognized him from Paris.

“Give us the case and we’ll be on our way!” A dark witch laughed.

Newt clutched his case tightly and hid it behind his legs, protectively raising his wand. His case? Why on Earth would they want his case?

“The relic is all we want. Give it to us and we’ll leave you and your muggle pet alone.” Jacob glared at the wizard who bestowed the offensive moniker. Newt furrowed his brows, but kept his mouth shut. 

“HEY!”

Several heads turn to look at one of the crewmen perched behind the bannister of the second level. He peered down at them and flailed his arms about. “CHE DIAVOLO STAI FACENDO? GET BACK INSIDE!”

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” 

A green beam shot from one of the acolyte’s wand and struck the crewman in the chest. His body fell limp instantly, completely robbed of life. His limp form fell over the railing and onto the lower deck floor with a horrendous thud. His limbs sprawled out like a rag doll. Jacob yelled in horror as he stared at the corpse only feet away from him. Newt retaliated, casting a disarming spell and sending the dark wizard’s wand flying. Probably not the best idea. 

A flurry of light from casted spells bombarded Newt, who protected himself and Jacob with a shield. As Newt was blocking dark spells, a wizard apparated between him and Jacob, taking a bold dive for his case. Newt evaded them and took a page out of Jacob’s defensive tactics; he swung the heavy leather case high enough to strike it across their face. The pilferer fell to the floor hard with a splash. Newt took Jacob’s hand and pulled him along as he ran back towards the cabins. Jacob ducked down as Newt expertly blocked every spell that came their way. Seven against one, and Newt was holding his own well enough to keep them both alive. A witch with stringy brown hair cackled and pointed her wand high in the air. The sky above them roared with thunder and a bolt of lightning shot down to her wand. She redirected the lighting and struck the ground with it in Newt’s path. The lighting missed him by an inch, singeing the ends of his curls. The impact sent him flying to the ground and had him lose his grip on both Jacob and the case, dispersing them both away from him. 

Jacob slid back into a bench. The case slid a few feet away, halfway between himself and the brown-haired witch. Seeing an opportunity, the witch cast a summoning spell, pulling the case towards her. Newt acted quickly, his instincts acting faster than his brain could catch up. With a flick of his wand, he cast a spell that seized control of the toiling ship. 

“JACOB HOLD ON!” He warned his defenseless friend. Jacob heeded his words and found the leg of the bench bolted to the floor. He closed his eyes and hooked his arm around it tightly, muttering a silent prayer. 

The ship was already treading rocky seas due to the storm, but with Newt’s spell the waves reached new heights. A large wave formed at his command and pushed the ship side-ways, causing it to tilt steeply. One by one the black-clad wizards lost their balance, falling hard and sliding across the slick floor beneath them. The witch lost her footing and focus, crashing to the ground and hitting her jaw firm on the ground as she slipped forward, unable to brace herself properly. As Newts body slid backwards, the case started sliding at speed down to the ships railing. He angled his body in a way to slide towards his case. 

He outstretched his hand and braced himself. “ACCIO!” He summoned the case swiftly into his hand.

Using his wand, he held it like a stake and used a spell to fix it to the floor. It fused to the wood floor, and his tight grip around it kept him from sliding further as the ship continued to tilt. A few of the wizards slid by him, struggling to keep themselves from slipping. One had used a spell to fuse their feet to the ground and tried holding their comrades hand to keep them from falling. But their hands were too slick from the rain and they let go of each other’s grip sending the unfortunate one sliding down to the ship’s railing. He scrambled for something to get a hold of, but ultimately failed, and Newt watched as he flew by him and off the side of the ship into the raging water. 

Newt looked around until his eyes fell on Jacob, who had managed to stay on board. As the ship started to tilt back into it’s centered position, Newt began crawling towards him. Some stray spells were cast at him as he army crawled, but each one missed, scorching the floor around him. When he reached Jacob he grabbed the fabric of his coat in instantly apparated them back into the halls of the ship. Their bodies fell onto the floor of the hall in a wet heap. 

Inside was pandemonium. Below deck, the passengers and crewmen of the ship were running around like chickens without heads. People rushed and pushed by Newt and Jacob, completely unaware of their sudden appearance in the hall. They yelled and screamed, rushing in and out of cabins with cases and life vests. The crewmen were attempting to urge them back inside, but the passengers were adamant on securing life vests and escaping up to life boats in a panic. Newt helped Jacob up to his feet and held his arm while dragging him through the bustling halls. 

A familiar swishing sound came from behind them and they whirled their heads to see one of the acolytes apparate into the hall. Jacob spilled a curse from his mouth as the acolyte spotted them through the chaos. “Go, go go go!” He rushed, pushing Newt forward and following quickly behind. 

They rounded the corner, pushing past scrambling persons and searching for a way out or a place to hide. The ship rocked dangerously and the lights flickered in regular intervals. Behind them the acolyte stalked them, evading and pushing anyone who got in his way. Eventually another joined him, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. “Where’re we going Newt?” Jacob asked, his voice wavering in fear.

Newt didn’t answer, his focus solely on his surroundings as he searched for some quick exit. Ahead at the end of the hall he caught sight if a door to their right, a staff door to be sure, that led to the boilers. Picking up the pace Newt headed for the boiler. Behind them, the frustrated acolytes got bombarded by a frantic passenger. He came up to one of them and tried to pull them back towards the front of the ship, yelling in Italian. The poor man was cast with the killing curse, his body falling limp on top of the acolyte. Jacob watched in horror as he kept behind Newt. The acolyte threw the mans heavy body to the ground and started in a jog after them. “Newt!” Jacob warned, and Newt looked back to see their trackers rushing for them. 

The two men started in a sprint down the hall. An offensive spell hit above their head, setting off sprinkles inside the hall. Newt pointed his wand in no particular direction over his shoulder, pushing one of the acolytes back several feet. He pressed down on Jacob’s shoulder, helping him duck under another spell that set the light fixture aflame. Catching an idea, Newt cast a spell to break the lights in the hall. One by one the lights sparked and burst, darkening the hall until it was completely black. They used the cover of the dark to rush behind the staff door and Newt cast a spell to keep it locked. The steel door protected them from the offensive cast propelled at it and after a few rattling bangs, the spells stopped. Jacob breathed out a sigh of relief and clutched his beating chest. 

“Newt,” Jacob called between heavy breaths.

“Yes?” Newt answered through his own labored inhales.

“Don’t ever invite me on vacation again.”

Newt let out an airy chuckle and nodded. He rest his head against the cool steel door and stood in stillness to catch his breath. Jacob took in their dark surroundings, loosening his wet collar that stuck to his damp skin. It was warmer in this hall of the ship than the rest. 

“So what now?” Jacob asked helplessly. 

Newt swallowed and opened his eyes. There was a ladder that defended down deeper into the ship. He jutted his head in it’s direction for Jacob to see. “Down.”

He and Jacob walked to the ladder and descended several feet. Their feet planted on a metal walkway. Newt leads, following the signs that lead to the boiler room. Newt knew they couldn’t hide in the ship forever, not with six acolytes after them. He just needed time to think of a way out of this. He could keep fighting? No. He’d be putting the people on the ship in even more danger. The muggles shouldn’t have to suffer any more because of him. The heat of the boiler room increased the deeper they went. When they reached the furnaces, the water on their skin had evaporated and been replaced with sweat. Newt clenched his jaw. Somehow Grindelwald and his acolytes knew where he was and where he was going. He needed to figure out how to get him and Jacob safely off the ship in a way they cant track him. 

Apparition was out of the question. He was too far from anything familiar, and he barely knew the surroundings and locations of Naples to apparate back without risking splinching. Newt squeezed the handle of his suitcase. He could only think of one way out, and it was mad. Jacob wasn’t going to like it. Not one bit.

They needed to get to the deck again. If they could hide among the chaos, the acolytes wouldn’t be able to find them and they could escape unnoticed. By the time they’d realize they had escaped, it would be too late. The back of the ship would be best. There’d be fewer muggles as most of them would be arguing amongst themselves on the main deck where the greater portion of the life boats resided. Newt followed the signs that read ‘aft’.

There were just over half a hundred men yelling and rushing in the boiler room they hardly noticed Newt and Jacob as the pushed through. One worker grabbed Newt by the arm and started yelling at him in Italian whilst point back towards the front of the ship, no doubt urging them to get out of their way and back to the passengers’ cabins. Newt apologized, ignoring his instructions and freeing himself from his grip to continue towards the back of the ship. He could see the exit up when a dark, cloaked figure emerged from behind one of the furnaces. Newt stopped in his tracks and held out and arm to block Jacob. Flanking them on either side were two others similarly uniformed assailants. More of the boiler room workers noticed and surrounded them at this point. They were all yelling at them to leave, frustrated and cursing in both English and Italian, only to be ignored.

Newt’s eyes trailed down at the wand in the acolytes hand ahead of him. He stood still, waiting to see who would make the first move, keeping the others in his periphery, ready to catch and retaliate against any sudden movement. It was the witch to his left that moved first. She cast a spell at him, but he dove for the ground just in time, pulling Jacob down with him. The cast flew over their heads and hit the wizard on their right, sending him flying into a wall of scorching pipes. He let out a blood curling scream. The workers, terrified, fled the area, climbing up stairs and ladders to the upper decks.

“Expelliarmus!” Newt sent the witch’s wand flying into one of the open furnaces. A raging fire exploded in the furnace, and Newt used his arms to protect his face from the heat of the flames. The flames flashed various colors as the magical item sparked and burned to ash.

“NO!” Screamed the powerless witch. She furiously started for Newt, sprinting with her arms out stretched to grab him. He leapt to his feet and pointed his wand to a nearby mound of coal. He quickly cast a charm to send them flying in her direction. She attempted to evade them, but stopped in her tracks as hundreds of coal rocks pelted her at high speed. She shrieked and covered her face as she stumbled backward, eventually turning on her heels to run off and hide away. 

“NEWT!” Jacob yelled.

Suddenly, a feeling like a graphorn charging and bunting him in the stomach sent him flying back. He slid back a ways on the floor, and his mouth opened to expel a silent scream. The air had been completely knocked from his lungs, and he rolled over on his side in pain. He had a firm enough grip on his case to keep it by his side. Jacob ran towards Newt, but he only made it a few paces before he felt something pulling him back. The acolyte used a spell to summon Jacob to him. 

Jacob shouted to Newt for help, doing his best to fight against this spell, but it was like being pulled back by an automobile heading in the opposite direction. His feet slipped from under him and his body dragged along the floor towards the pale-skinned dark wizard.

Newt gulped for breath and used all his strength to grab his case and get back on his feet. Once he managed to stand somewhat upright, he faced the acolyte, who now had Jacob in his grip, wand to throat. 

“Give me the case,” he instructed. “Or your filthy muggle pet dies.”

“Newt,” Jacob’s wavering voice called out. “I know you love your creatures and all, but maybe this one time you could do what the crazy guy says, please?”

“Shut up!” The acolyte seethed. He eye’d Newt dangerously. “The case, now!”

Newt lifted his hands up in surrender. He slowly rose to his feet, slightly hunched over due to the pain in his back and side. He eyed Jacob, who struggled against the acolyte’s hold. Jacob met Newt’s eyes, and he could read by the look of them he had a plan, which did not ease his nerves. Newt gave Jacob a barely noticeable nod, and darted his eyes to the left. Jacob sighed and closed his eyes, thinking a silent prayer.

Using his foot, Newt pushes his case across the room towards the acolyte. Jacob, with all his strength, broke free from his grasp and dove to the right behind a furnace. The acolyte, satisfied, bent down to open the case. Once the lid reared back, he looked into the cavernous hole in bewildered shock. Not a moment later, a flurry of yellow, orange, and red burst from inside the case. An avian creature, similar to that of a phoenix let out unique screech as it circled the area. It was a large creature with a beautiful flaming wingspan and glowing plumage similar to that of a peacock. A firebird. The acolyte stepped back, and Newt pursed his lips to blow a melodic whistle. The firebird responded, mimicking the whistle with his song and dove fore the the acolyte. He retaliated, sending an series of attacks at the creature. The firebird, however, was swift and agile, dodging each spell. Newt then used his wand to cast a restraining spell on the acolyte, stiffening his arms at his sides. The firebird began swirling around the struggling dark wizard, and a funnel of flames emitted from its wings encasing him. He screamed in horror, unable to escape his fiery death as the firebird quickly incinerated him in it’s golden flames. 

Jacob watched, awestruck, feeling the intense heat of the tornado-like flames. A bright flare of light had both him and Newt shielding their eyes, and then—nothing. The acolyte’s screams stopped and the heat died down. They uncovered their eyes to see the firebird descend upon a pile of ash that was once a person. The creature innocently cawed in Newt’s direction as it nestled in the ashes. 

Newt rushed to his case and the bird. “Good boy,” he cooed as he stroked under the firebird’s beak with his finger. “Back in you go.”

The firebird obediently flapped its wings and flew into the air, circling a few times before barrel diving into the case. Newt closed the case and locked it, taking it by the handle and rushing to Jacob.

“Jacob, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He asked as he helped him to his feet.

Jacob, dazed, looked past Newt and down to the pile of ash on the floor. “You’re a little scary, you know that?”

Newt chuckled humorlessly. “Come on, let’s go.”

The two men headed towards the boiler room exit. The inside of the ship was practically barren. A few muggles littered the halls or kept themselves locked in their cabins, but the majority had escaped to the deck. They managed to get to the back of the ship undetected, once again opening a steel door to step into the storm. They trudged to ships the railing and gripped it tight to keep steady. Newt looked over the railing down to the black abyss below. He could hear the angry seawaters lapping at the sides of the ship and for a second he hesitated executing his mad plan. Jacob, concerned by the expression on Newt’s face, and the fact that he was looking so intently at the water below, spoke up. 

“Newt? What are you planning?” He asked, afraid to hear the answer that might confirm his fears. 

Newt looked at Jacob, a sorry look in his eyes. “Do you trust me Jacob?”

Jacob furrowed his brows. “Well now I’m not so sure!”

Ignoring Jacob’s doubt, Newt stepped several paces back, set his case down, and opened it. From it he summoned the kelpie. The great creature leapt from the bag and onto the deck, taking its favorite form of a horse. 

Jacob shook his head disapprovingly. “Oh, no. Newt, no!”

“Jacob this is the only way we get out of this safely,” Newt implored. “The kelpie is extremely adaptable it can get us away safely.”

The kelpie chuffed and stomped a hoof on the floor. Reluctantly and with mutters of protest, Jacob cautiously made his way to the kelpie, and with Newt’s help managed to climb on it’s back. Newt went back to close the case and returned to hand it to Jacob. As Jacob took the case, his eyes drifted behind Newt and grew wide. 

“NEWT LOOK OUT!”

Newt managed to step out of the way as a stray spell hit the kelpie on its backside. It reared on its hind legs and squealed, starting off at full speed to the railing of the ship.

“JACOB HOLD ON!” Newt called out. Jacob wrapped his arms around the kelpies vines. He screamed Newt’s name as the beast jumped over the railing like a hurdle and down towards the sea. 

Turning around, Newt met the enclosing wall of the remaining acolytes. They wasted no time attacking him with spells. Newt, ever the defensive, blocked and dodged most of them, occasionally redirecting spells back at them. He successfully pushed one overboard after redirecting their spell, and another he managed to use a freezing charm to encase another acolyte’s legs inside solid blocks of ice stuck to the floorboards. Desperate, a witch called down a strike of lighting and dragged it across the deck, letting it scorch through the entirety of the ship, and setting it aflame. The act caused the ship to rumble and make a terrifying sound. 

The act left them all unstable and they each fell to the ground. The floor beneath them cracked and split, opening like an egg. Newt pushed himself up by the elbows and watched as the ship tore apart. “No…”

Screams could be heard from the other side of the ship. The muggles cried in horror as the ship lit up in flames and broke beneath them. Several life boats had since been deployed, but there was still a significant left onboard struggling to get off. The acolytes disapparated one by one, seemingly finished with him. Newt was so distraught by the damage and sounds of people fearing for their lives, he didn’t notice the floor slowly giving away under him. He jumped back into his skin when the jolt of the floor breaking down beneath him made him slide towards the splitting cavern. Flipping onto his stomach, Newt army crawled in the opposite direction. He managed to make it to the side of the ship’s railing when a cable snapped from its rig and writhed about, ultimately hitting Newt in his back. The force of the heavy cable sent Newt hurdling into the sea. 

His body went into shock from the searing pain. He didn’t have the mind or time to brace his body for impact with the thrashing sea below. It was another breathtaking blow when his body it the water. The impact had him take a sharp inhale, filling his lungs with water. Newt choked and struggled for breath while his body descended deep into the sea. He desperately searched for his wand, which had slipped form his grip during the fall. A flash of lighting from above revealed the wand floating down several meters away. With desperate strength, Newt swam as fast as he could to his wand, but the burning of his lungs made it increasingly difficult. He made it only a few feet before he started to lose conscious ness. His body went limp. His limbs sprawled about and his eyes struggled to stay open. The salty water stung his eyes and the lack of oxygen turned them bloodshot red. 

He felt something slip from his chest, and from it floated his picture of Tina. He watched as the picture of Tina’s smiling face descended beneath him. Trying his best, he reached for the picture, hoping to grab it, but his attempt failed. So he watched helplessly as Tina’s photo drifted to the bottom of the sea, disappearing into the abyss. Newt closed his eyes and he realized he was dying. Not the way he’d imagined it would happen. He never presumed to live a long life, not with his life’s purpose being a magizoologist studying many dangerous magical beasts. He thought, perhaps, he would die at the hands of a nundu or a chimera. But drowning in a sea? How uninteresting. 

He was prepared, too tired to fight off death, and welcomed it to take him, when suddenly he felt something swimming around him. It was a large something. Perhaps it was Jacob with his kelpie. But if that were the case it would not be circling him as much as it was. No. The pattern felt like something was…surveying him. Opening his eyes, Newt was met with nothingness, only the vast and empty sea below. He could feel it though. Something was watching him. He knew the feeling all to well; the feeling of being hunted. 

He struggled to keep his consciousness, wanting for a glimpse. Perhaps it was nothing but a simple shark, gaging his weakness and preparing to strike. What did it matter? He thought. He prepared for the strike, or for his consciousness to finally give way, but it never came. Newt gave away his last moments of sentience to peace, and let the water comfort him.

Suddenly, there was no pain; and just when he had welcomed the will to let go, he felt a pair of arms hook underneath his shoulders. He could feel himself being pulled up from the water. A chest, a human chest pressed against his back and powerful strokes propelled their bodies through the sea. Scales. White, iridescent scales on the end of a large fishtail swishing fervently between his legs was the last thing he saw before his vision faded to black.

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                                   ❦ 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺                      

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[aphoticarachne]

What is this feeling?

Tom Riddle x reader

Chapter iii

Chapter ii

Warning: choking?? Whoops

a/n: I hate this chapter sm oh my god

September’s chill clung to the stone walls of the castle, sharp and unrelenting. The Great Hall, usually alive with chatter, had quieted to a murmur as a few determined students hunched over their books. You sat at the far edge of the Slytherin table, the last traces of daylight casting fleeting shadows over the polished wood.

Zelda had insisted you leave the library, claiming you needed a break from your relentless study habits, though her version of "reviewing" was little more than thinly veiled gossip.

When you mentioned being paired with Tom Riddle for your Potions project, she recoiled as if struck, her disdain for him as palpable as his contempt for you.

"How do you even breathe in the same room as him?" Zelda hissed, her lips curling into something between a sneer and a grimace. "If it were me, I’d have cursed him six ways to Sunday."

"I hate him as much as you do," you murmured, your eyes fixed on the dense text before you, though the words blurred into meaningless lines.

"Hate isn’t enough," she snapped. "Everyone knows he’s been gunning for you since first year, and for what? You’re brighter than him, that’s what it is. Can’t handle the competition." She leaned closer, voice dropping conspiratorially. "If I were you, I’d tell Slughorn to shove his cauldron—"

"Ladies."

His voice cut through the air like a knife, low and deliberate. You stiffened, the pages of your spellbook forgotten as you glanced up to meet his gaze.

Tom stood just beyond the table, perfectly composed as always, the golden light from the stained-glass windows spilling over his features, giving him an otherworldly, almost angelic quality. But you knew better—angels did not lurk in shadows, and they certainly didn’t wear that expression of quiet cruelty.

"Miss Zabini," he began, his tone sharp and dispassionate, "surely you’re aware students are expected to remain at their own House tables."

Zelda tilted her head, her lips curling into a slow, mocking smile. "Riddle, if you keep your tie any tighter, I imagine it’ll strangle what little humanity you’ve got left."

His expression didn’t waver, though something flickered behind his eyes. "Leave," he said, his voice calm but cold, "or I’ll be forced to inform your Head of House."

Mocking him under her breath, Zelda stood and shot you a grin before strolling off.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" you said, not bothering to look up as you turned another page in your book.

"Mayhaps if you didn't surround yourself with halfwits like that Gryffindor, you'd actually accomplish something worthwile." His words were as sharp as his gaze, which raked over you with a deliberate slowness that felt more invasive than curious.

"I’ve already finished my work. Why do you care? It’s the weekend, Riddle. Go find someone else to torment."

"Are you attending Slughorn's dinner tonight?" he asked, his voice carefully measured with seriousness.

The Slug Club—an infamous little cabal of Slughorn's favored students. Exclusive, elitist, and insufferably self-important. You and Tom had been inducted in your fourth year, both chosen for reasons that aligned with Slughorn's peculiar calculus of prestige and potential. The dinners were tedious at best, but you had never missed one. Not entirely out of obligation, though. You had quickly discovered that your presence, as unwelcome as it was to Tom, was an exquisite way to unsettle him. Watching his carefully constructed façade fracture, even for a moment, had become a quiet thrill.

You closed your spellbook deliberately, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. "I am," you replied, your lips curling into a smirk. "Why? You wish to escort me, Riddle?"

His expression hardened, that cool veneer slipping to reveal a glimmer of something darker, sharper. "I would sooner be scorched to ash by a Hungarian Horntail than be seen anywhere with you. Do not flatter yourself."

"Then why are you asking?" you countered, your tone cutting, the faintest edge of amusement lingering beneath your words.

For a moment, he seemed poised to answer, but the silence stretched, heavy and charged. Without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the shadows of the hall, his cloak billowing behind him. You exhaled slowly, rolling your eyes at his endless need to cloak himself in that maddening, calculated mystery.

Slughorn's office was always transformed for these dinners—lavish, yet suffocating. The floating candles cast their warm glow over the room, illuminating the walls adorned with portraits of Slug Club alumni, all frozen in postures of smug accomplishment. The air carried a faint sweetness from the polished oak furniture and spiced wine, a reminder of Slughorn’s particular tastes.

The moment you stepped through the door, Slughorn himself greeted you with his usual joviality, his round face crinkling with delight as he clasped your hand. After enduring a few moments of pleasantries, you excused yourself, weaving through the small crowd to find Archibald Fawley. Archie, the Minister’s nephew and a fellow Slytherin, greeted you warmly, his smile earnest and open.

He was the sort of boy your father would have approved of—well-bred, intelligent, polite. But to you, he was only Archie. A loyal friend and nothing more. No matter how hard he tried to veil his feelings behind jokes or light conversation, you couldn’t return them. The gentle affection in his gaze was matched only by the regret you knew it caused him.

As you laughed softly at something Archie had said, a prickling sensation spread across the back of your neck. You felt the weight of a gaze before you saw it. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Abraxas Malfoy watching you, his expression unreadable, his goblet poised at his lips. His focus was unwavering, and though you were used to the unwanted attention of certain members of the Slug Club, his stare sent an uneasy chill down your spine. There was something about Abraxas—something not quite right.

On the other side of the room, Tom stood beside him, his dark eyes sharp and calculating as he observed the interaction. His expression betrayed nothing, but the faintest flicker of something—disdain? Irritation?—danced beneath the surface. He noticed everything. How Abraxas' attention drifted from their conversation to you, how his gaze lingered too long.

"Malfoy," Tom said, his voice cutting through the haze of Abraxas' thoughts.

Abraxas blinked, startled. "What?"

"You stare at her as if she's some unattainable prize," Tom murmured, his tone even but laced with quiet malice. "If you're so fascinated, go. Dance with her."

Abraxas furrowed his brow, unsure if he had misheard. "Excuse me?"

Tom stepped closer, his presence suddenly suffocating. "I don't repeat myself, Malfoy. You disgrace yourself gawking like a child. I expected better." His words were a low, venomous whisper, the faintest smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as his eyes flicked toward you.

Abraxas hesitated, his fingers tightening around his goblet. "I don’t want to—"

"Do you take me for a fool?" Tom interrupted, his voice colder now, more dangerous. "You, of all people, should know what I am capable of. Do not insult me with lies."

Abraxas faltered, the blood draining from his face. He set his goblet down with trembling hands and nodded, walking stiffly toward you. Tom watched, his expression unreadable, but his knuckles whitened against his own goblet as his eyes lingered on you—laughing, carefree, with Archie Fawley.

Why did Tom compel his closest companion—if such a term could truly be applied to anyone in his orbit—to dance with her? He didn’t know.

He didn’t know why his chest constricted as he watched her laugh at Fawley’s idiotic remarks. Or why the sight of her tilting her head toward Fawley with the kind of interest she never spared him made his jaw tighten and his nails dig crescents into his palm.

What he did know was that he wanted to tear Archibald Fawley apart, piece by agonizing piece. Those pathetic, worshipful eyes Fawley always turned on her—did she notice them? Did she care?

Tom noticed. He always did.

Abraxas approached with a practiced elegance, his every movement steeped in decorum. His polite greeting preceded the inevitable request for a dance. It was expected—ingrained in him like second nature. Across the room, Archie’s jaw tightened as he glanced at you, his silence brimming with quiet disapproval before he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

You sighed, resigning yourself to the Slytherin aristocrat's poised invitation. His hand in yours felt formal, detached, as though the act of spinning you around the dance floor was simply another choreographed performance.

But the weight of another gaze bore down on you—a darker, heavier presence. Tom Riddle. His stare cut through the golden glow of the room, sharp and oppressive. It wasn’t admiration or longing. No, it was something far more venomous, far more consuming. His watchful eyes burned through your composure, making your stomach churn and your skin crawl.

Abraxas' murmured praises were lost to you, his polished charm a dull hum against the tightening in your chest. The music softened into its interlude, and as the room swayed to the rhythm, so did you, trapped in a moment that felt suffocating.

Leaning closer, Abraxas whispered, his breath brushing your ear, "Are you alright?"

You nodded too quickly, your voice strained yet polite. "I just need to step out for a moment, if that's alright."

His brow furrowed in concern. "Do you need an escort? I would be more than—"

With that, you slipped away, leaving him standing alone as you made your escape, the weight of Tom’s relentless gaze still burning into your back.

The sharp clatter of your heels echoed through the silent, shadowy halls of Hogwarts. The suffocating air of the Great Hall still lingered in your chest, and you strode purposefully toward the nearest refuge you could find—the Prefects’ bathroom.

The grand, echoing space greeted you with silence as you gripped the edge of the porcelain sink, your knuckles white from the pressure. Your reflection stared back at you, disheveled and trembling.

What the hell was that?

The memory of Tom’s piercing gaze burned in your mind. It had felt suffocating, as though his eyes alone had stolen the air from your lungs. Could he have cursed you? Cast some silent hex when no one was watching? The idea gnawed at you, feeding the simmering rage that now bubbled to the surface.

No matter how petty your rivalry with Tom had been, you had always drawn the line at real harm. But now? Now, he’d crossed a line you couldn’t forgive. Your hands shook as the anger boiled over, spilling into a furious scream that ripped through the air, piercing the stillness of the bathroom.

"Fucking bastard," you hissed through gritted teeth, trembling with rage. Dead. You wanted him dead. The thought was intoxicating, your fury curling around the image of his blood-streaked face.

His blood on your hands would feel like a baptism.

"How dramatic," a voice drawled from the shadows, smooth and cutting. "You’ll wake the Hufflepuffs, and we can’t have that, can we?"

Your head snapped up. His voice. Low, familiar, mocking. For a moment, you thought you were imagining things until he stepped forward from the darkness, his pale face illuminated by the faint glow of the enchanted candles.

Tom Riddle.

The sight of him made your blood run cold and seethe all at once. He was too calm, too collected, as though he’d planned this confrontation down to the last syllable.

Had he been following you?

He tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk that sent a chill down your spine. "And here I thought I’d stumbled upon a banshee mid-wail."

Your glare could have burned through steel. "Did you hex me?"

Tom stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Don’t be ridiculous. The Deterioration Hex? Child’s play. But I must admit, your dramatics are far more entertaining than any spell I could cast."

Your fury bubbled over. "What is wrong with you?" you hissed, your voice breaking. "You’re sick in the head, you know that? A twisted, pathetic, stupid—stupid orphan."

The insult barely left your lips before his hand shot out, his fingers curling around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, not yet, but the threat was there, his touch icy against your skin.

"Careful," he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. His face was close to yours now, his breath brushing against your cheek. "Filthy little witch. I wonder—did you enjoy it? The attention? The way Fawley and Malfoy fawned over you? You were begging for it, weren’t you?"

You clawed at his hand, your nails biting into his skin as you gasped for breath. "I—" your voice broke. "I hate you."

Tom’s grip loosened just slightly, though his piercing gaze remained locked on yours. Slowly, a cruel smirk curled his lips, his voice venomous and low.

"Hate me all you like," he murmured, his tone cutting and intimate. "But don’t lie to yourself. You hate me because I see you—every mask you wear, every filthy little thought you try to bury. You hate me because you can't hide from me."

And then, as if the rage in his eyes had dissipated into something darker, something more dangerous, he shoved you back against the sink.

He stepped back, adjusting his tie with that same maddening composure that made you want to scream. “Good night,” he said smoothly, his voice low and sharp, as if it were some final command. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late. We have a potion to brew.”

With that, he turned on his heel, his footsteps echoing through the grand, empty bathroom as he walked away.

"Raving lunatic!" you spat, the words dripping with disdain, your gaze seething with the anger he had so easily provoked.

Tom paused mid-stride, his shoulders stiffening, but he didn’t turn around. Instead, you caught the faintest twitch of his lips, though whether it was a smirk or a grimace, you couldn’t tell. Without another word, he continued on his way, leaving you fuming in his wake.

Deena speaks .ᐟ

Tom MIGHT just be bipolar.

Ohmygod I finally published this shitty chapter school has been crazy !! I only managed to finish this today because I'm absent. Anyway, hate this chapter omfg.

Chapter four will be posted soon hopefully^^

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a yandere Grindelwald one-shot, where he is obsessed with a spy sent by the aurors?(similar role like Kama in the third film)

Grindelwald X Reader: A bird in a cage

Warnings: possessive behaviour, No use of y/n, Gn reader, not proofread, being held captive (i guess?)

Word count: 1.1K

You’d never been afraid of danger. But you were, perhaps, a little unprepared for how quickly your mission would evolve into something far more perilous than simply being a spy.

It started like any other assignment from Dumbledore. You were supposed to infiltrate Gellert Grindelwald’s ranks, gain his trust, and gather information on his plans. Your position was precarious, and your every move had to be calculated—one slip, one wrong word, and it could mean your life.

But you never expected to be seen.

At first, Grindelwald was just another name, another powerful dark wizard to be studied, another piece of the puzzle. You’d met him only in passing, at a gathering of like-minded individuals. His charisma was intoxicating, but you knew how to play your part—discreet, detached, and always looking for the cracks in his mask.

But Grindelwald was perceptive. Too perceptive.

It didn’t take long for him to notice you, even in a room full of high-ranking followers. He was always near, always watching, his sharp blue eyes never leaving you. You assumed it was just a curiosity, a suspicion born from the shadows of his mind. You assumed he had many eyes on him at all times.

But then it happened.

One evening, after a particularly tense meeting, you found yourself alone in one of the grand hallways of his fortress. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you walked swiftly, trying to lose yourself among the shadows. But a voice, smooth and cold as ice, stopped you in your tracks.

“Where are you going, my dear?”

You froze, your blood running cold as you turned slowly to face him. Grindelwald stood there, his tall, commanding presence enough to swallow the entire corridor. His gaze locked with yours, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“I’ve been watching you and I must say, I find you... intriguing.”

You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, thick with something you couldn’t quite place. His smile widened, and his eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. 

"But I wonder... What exactly is it that you’re hiding, hmm?”

The question was innocent enough, but it struck a chord deep within you. You could feel your pulse quicken, but you forced yourself to smile, to maintain the composure of a spy, of someone who had everything under control.

“I’m not hiding anything.” 

Your voice was calm, even though every fiber of your being screamed to run. 

“I’m just another member of your circle, nothing more.”

Grindelwald took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. His gaze felt like a caress, slow and deliberate, as though he could peel away every layer of your soul if he chose to.

“You lie so beautifully.” 

There was a hint of amusement in his tone sending a shiver down your spine.

 “But we both know that’s not true. You’re hiding something, and I will find out what it is.”

He didn’t move, his gaze never leaving you, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. It was only when he stepped back, a thoughtful frown crossing his face, that you felt yourself exhale, your body tightening with a mix of fear and intrigue.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just find it... fascinating how people like you always try so hard to keep their secrets.”

You said nothing, simply nodding, unsure of what to say. Grindelwald had a way of speaking, a way of looking at you, that made you feel both invisible and painfully exposed at the same time.

And then, with an almost casual grace, he turned on his heel and walked away, as if nothing had happened.

Days passed, and the encounters became more frequent. Sometimes, when you thought you were alone, you would catch his gaze from across the room, his eyes following your every move. It was impossible to ignore. He was always there, always watching, always aware of you.

You couldn’t understand it. He knew you were a spy—of that, you had no doubt. And yet, he didn’t expose you. He didn’t turn you in. Instead, he seemed to delight in the game, as though the fact that you were lying to him only made you more... interesting.

There were whispers among his followers that Grindelwald had become obsessed with you, but you tried to push those thoughts aside. You had a mission to complete, after all. Yet, every time you thought about your task, you felt a growing unease. The pull between the job you were sent to do and the man who now seemed to control your every thought was suffocating.

It all came to a head one night, when you were summoned to his private study.

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows on the walls as Grindelwald stood near the window, staring out at the moonlit landscape. His back was to you, but you could feel the weight of his presence, the tension in the room that made your skin prickle.

“You know, I’ve always been good at reading people.”

You swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. 

“I’m sure you are.”

He turned slowly, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. 

“But I’ve been wondering... Why are you really here?”

You couldn’t hide the flicker of panic that crossed your face.

 “I told you—I’m here to help. I’m loyal to your cause.”

“No, that’s not it. You’re lying again.”

His gaze softened, but it wasn’t the softness of someone who cared. It was the softness of someone who had already decided what the truth was.

“You’re here because of him, aren’t you?” 

He spit out the words in a slight disgust.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Thecorner of his lips twitched into a small smile. 

“No matter.”

He moved closer to you, raising his hand to your face.  His fingers brushed your cheek, cold and electric, and your body stiffened in response. His smile widened at the tremor that ran through you, his eyes alight with triumph. You could feel the web closing in, the trap that had been set long before you even realized it.

“He’ll never take you from me. I won’t let him.” 

You wanted to scream, to run, but you couldn’t. His power over you was undeniable, intoxicating, and in that moment, you weren’t sure anymore whether you wanted to escape—or whether you had already become his. You’d come as Dumbledore's spy, but something about the man before you seduced you in a manner you hadn’t anticipated. From that night forward, you became something else in Grindelwald’s eyes. Not a spy. Not an enemy. You were a possession, a prize to be kept, locked away behind the walls of his fortress, where Dumbeldore could never reach you.

[maxdibert]

Hello :))

Do you ship characters? If you do, what hp ships do you like? Do you like any snape ship?

:))

Well, of course! Hahaha, I’ve always been total shipper trash in any fandom. Yes, yes, of course I ship.

When I was a teenager, I used to read a lot of Dramione. These days, I’m not really into that dynamic because it feels super toxic to me, BUT I do enjoy it when the story explores them as adults, even with their canon kids, and they meet again years later in a setting where they’ve both matured. I also like Hermione/Viktor Krum because it’s super cute, honestly. I’m not going to lie.

I’m old-school FF.net, so I’ve always had a soft spot for Luna/Theodore Nott, which became really popular in the late 2000s. And sticking with crack!ships, one of my current favorites is Neville/Pansy. It might seem weird, but OMG, THE DYNAMIC. Soft boy/BAMF girl—my cardio. Oh, and Cho/Dudley, because it’s absurd as hell, but canonically Cho married a Muggle, and what better irony for the Dursleys than ending up with a magical grandchild? Lol.

If we’re talking canon ships, I ship Dumbledore/Grindelwald so much because, while I have a lot of issues with Dumbledore, old-man yaoi gets me every time. Add the drama, and they have everything needed for a tragic gay Greek tragedy, and I live for the angst. Please, give me all the pain. I also love Lucius/Narcissa because I hate the theory that Lucius was abusive or that they didn’t love each other. They absolutely loved each other deeply, and as someone who was a teenager during the Gossip Girl boom, I have a soft spot for sassy old money couples who are awful people but are madly in love with each other.

When it comes to Severus, the most popular ships are usually with Hermione or Harry, and honestly, I find those really problematic because: 1) They’re his students (and I don’t like teacher/student dynamics at all; the power imbalance makes me so uncomfortable), and 2) He literally saw them grow up. He met them when they were 11, literal children. I don’t mind age gaps if both characters meet as adults (and by adults, I don’t mean 18—I mean 20+), but if one of them was a child when they first met, that’s a huge trigger for me. Then there’s Snily, which I only like in a platonic sense. I don’t think Severus and Lily would have ever worked as a couple. Like, ever.

And then there’s shipping him with any of the Marauders, which is a huge no for me because they literally sexually assaulted him. Honestly, the least problematic one is Snupin, but even then, I don’t like shipping Lupin with anyone (not even Tonks, lol) because I think he’s trash, and honestly, anyone deserves better than Lupin as a partner, lmao.

Nah, I don’t ship Severus with any canon characters. I much prefer OCs or Reader inserts.

[donniexv]

☆ FANTASTIC BEASTS ; Will we die? Just a little

NEWT SCAMANDER ;

" My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice. "

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THESEUS SCAMANDER ;

" Well, of course. Now everythingg makes sense. "

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LETA LESTRANGE ;

" You never met a monster you couldn't love. "

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PORPENTINA GOLDSTEIN ;

" I know that you've suffered.. "

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QUEENIE GOLDSTEIN ;

" People are easiest to read when they're hurting, "

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JACOB KOWALSKI ;

" I don't think I'm dreaming... I ain't got the brains to make this up.. "

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ALBUS DUMBLEDORE ;

" Funny how historic days seem so ordinary when you're living them. "

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GELLERT GRINDELWALD ;

" Who does this law protect? Us? Or them? "

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AURELIUS DUMBLEDORE ;

" Do you know what its like to have no one? To always be alone. "

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NAGINI ;

" He knows what you were born as, not who you are "

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[sp7-mr]

-𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖-

-Mattheo Riddle x Yn- -Enemies to lovers-

ᯓ★ I'll start by saying that English is not my first language so you might find some mistakes

❥Part 1 Bianca Grindelwald

Bianca's POV:

Here I am... I'm here, at Hogwarts, in front of me is a huge decorated door, full of details. With me here is a guy in a black and blue uniform, I think he's a prefects or something; anyway, we are waiting outside the Great Hall, waiting for Dumbledore to introduce me and then sort me into one of the 4 houses. Honestly, I'm a little anxious, I'm not enthusiastic about the idea of walking in front of hundreds of students, walking with everyone's eyes on me to find out which house I'll end up in. Yet that's exactly what happened, I didn't even notice and the door was already open.

Dumbledore: Silence!!! Good morning to all of you dear students, I will leave you to your delicious breakfasts but first I have an announcement to make. A new student will join you today. It will be part of the next year, please welcome Bianca Grindelwald

the door opened, I walked across the entire room, which was really huge, until I arrived in front of Dumbledore and other teachers. A lady put a sorting hat on my head.

SH: Hmm... what do we have here? a Grindelwald.... you look a lot like him.... cunning, intelligent, determined but.... generous and courageous at the same time

The Sorting Hat took a rather long pause

SH: Slytherlin!

the Slytherin table applauded, and I went and sat there with them. I was happy to be in Slytherin, I feared for a moment that I would end up a Gryffindor, how was I going to tell my dad?! Luckily I'm in Slytherin, he would have gone crazy.

I went and sat next to two girls who seemed nice. Honestly there were a lot of bitches in Slytherin, not that I knew them but they gave me that impression.

the two girls introduced themselves immediately, they were really nice

P: Hi, I'm Pansy, this is Elizabeth, we call her Liz

B: well.... hi, I'm Bianca

?: Hey darling, a Grindelwald huh? pleased to meet you, I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, Draco to my friends. Pureblood, rich, charming, top of the class, famous among the girls and incredibly handsome, Slytherin of course.

said a blond boy, as handsome as he was vain

B: Well nice Malfoy...

BZ: Hey Malfoy forget about the new arrival she's been here for two minutes and you're already trying said a smiling, dark-skinned boy. Oh and by the way, I'm Blaise

he seemed nice and it didn't take me long to see that Pansy was interested in him, she was looking at him with heart eyes

Who would have thought that I would find such a nice group among the Slytherin assholes

❥Part 2 Asshole

L: (liz) bianca, how often do the three of us share a room, do you want to come with us? we were just about to go there

BZ: there are 3 of you in a room?!

D: Well, if you're too tight, Bianca you're always welcome at my place

B: ohhh I'm honored but we'll be fine, I'd rather sleep on the floor. anyway Liz, I think I'll come later, I have to go to Dumbledore's office first.

L: oh ok

P: We'll see you there then, see you later.

the two left and soon the great room was empty. I went out after everyone, to avoid confusion. I went out, walked down another corridor that seemed endless and turned the corner.

I wasn't looking so I collided with someone. I looked up.

B: I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking

those eyes looked so beautiful like those of a - an asshole! I thought as soon as I heard the boy's answer.

?: Watch where you're going, stupid girl.

B: what?! calm down, I apologized to you

?: watch how you speak

B: ohhh why?! who do you think you are, I apologized, I didn't make you fall or anything

?: Who do I think I am?! Matthew Riddle. Have you figured out who my thief is or are you that stupid?!

ohhhh that asshole was Voldemort's son, well good for him, I'm Gallert Grindelwald's daughter. I wasn't afraid of him

B: ohhh in that case - nothing changes! I'm not afraid of you asshole, you're not a king

M: yes, here I am. you better respect me, lest you want to die on your first day.

B: listen to me Riddle I won't repeat it. I'm not afraid of you, and I know you're not used to hearing that, but it's true. I don't fear you.

in the meantime he had closed the distance between us by putting my back against the wall, his figure loomed over me, his breathing, his voice like a whisper....

M: what's wrong princess? You're being very tough but trust me, in a week maximum you will be at my service, like all the others

B: believe it Riddle

M: it doesn't end here, I'll be back soon, I'll make you pay

Riddle left, disappeared like an illusion. Merlin... what an idiot! what an asshole! obviously it had to be his son, assholes and sick people alike

*time skip* I went to the common room, said the password and entered. I headed towards the dormitories, up to mine and the girls'. I walked in visibly pissed off.

L: what's happening?

P: what's happening already? it sounds like you want to kill someone

B: it just so happens that I met the biggest asshole ever

L: who?

B: Mattheo fucking Riddle the two blanched at that name

L: have you met him....? did you talk to him?

B: I argued with him

I told them everything and the two were shocked P: are you crazy?! that's peicopath be careful that kills you.

L: Some say that he killed two students and he is a Death Eater

B: I don't give a fuck, he's a pumped up asshole

P: you, my friend, are crazy

**time skip-the next day** I woke up when the alarm went off. I wanted to be on time it was my first day of classes here at Hogwarts. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a shower, combed my hair, put on some mascara, concealer, blush, and lip balm. Then I chose the outfit.

I took the bag with a notebook and what mk could be useful. Meanwhile Liz and Pansy had just woken up and were looking at me in shock.

B: I don't want to be late on my first day

we sat next to Blaise and Draco, and after a while Riddle arrived... obviously that bastard had to eat with us and be part of the group.

he sat right in front of me, his lips didn't move but he seemed to be smirking, in an evil way

we had breakfast and then went to potions class. on the way Malfoy showed off his charm (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠) and his flirtation; he approached me walking D: don't worry darling, I'll carry it he said, taking my bag and carrying it himself. The girls started laughing, I remained serious with a face like 'seriously Malfoy?', Blaise raised his eyebrows and smiled, while Riddle well... just the same dark and pissed off face.

I was bored to death in class, Snape was a really gloomy, emo asshole. But luckily the morning ended early and we returned to our rooms.

L: so Pansy, do you think it's time for White's first Slytherin party? P: Mmmm.... I think so B: wait, what are you talking about? L: There's a party in the Slytherin common room this evening B: I mean, are there really these things at Hogwarts? I didn't expect it.... P: we have to prepare! what we put on B: ok.... we started choosing what to wear, we did our makeup and hair

1°=Liz

2°=Pansy

3°=Bianca

We were ready.

B: I really think Pansy won't come back to the room toonight.... You know.... Blaise

P: Wha-

L: uh-uh she just arrived and she already understood everything

We went out of our dorm to go to the common room, where the atmosphere was chaotic to say the least, music, lights, students, noise, alcohol. wow. This was a real made party!

I'll continue the story 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Be By My Side

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