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slip of the tongue part 2 - jealous
Theseus Scamander x Reader
“He was all over you,” he hisses. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.”
summary: after confessing your feelings for (and sleeping with) your boss, theseus, you join his brother newt's team of wizards attempting to thwart the notorious gellert grindelwald. when you're tasked with distracting and seducing a powerful dark wizard on your first mission, theseus gets uncharacteristically and fiercely jealous.
fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.
category: smut with plot
warnings: 18+ smut, (light) mdom/femsub elements, unprotected penetration, semi-public sex, jealousy/possessive behavior, also the reader suffers brief unwanted sexual advances in a scene
part one / part two
Your dreams are uninventive. Your nightmares are even less so.
Often you are hounded by dogs: drooling, snapping canines, bloodthirsty past the point of cognizance, they’re more open mouths than animals. Or, you’re standing on the hill where your old orphanage used to sit in North London, barefoot on the roof while the rest of London floods below, water rising, you know you’re going to drown. Or some other tired, boring allegory for your past catching up with you, at last, your blessings, your wand, crumbling to ash—you know what the dreams mean and they don’t scare you anymore.
But tonight you are perfectly dreamless. The dream dogs, the wintry world outside, the sound of the wind whistling through the empty London streets, it cannot touch you now. The fireplace is crackling and warm orange light spills in beneath the door from the living room.
Theseus’s arm is draped over your body, your head is on his chest. Every part of your body where your bare skin meets his buzzes with contentment. His room is like a sanctuary, his arms a house that holds you.
You don’t think you’ve slept for even a full hour. It’s still dark outside when you feel Theseus jostling your shoulder.
“Y/N. Wake up, darling.”
You sigh in response and are about to put up a fight, but when you meet his eyes they’re full of sore regret, apologetic. He wouldn’t ask you to leave his bed unless it was important.
You emerge from the covers and start to stretch.
“What time is it?”
“I’m sorry, love, but it’s nearly four in the morning. We have to be going, it’s urgent.”
You turn to look at him, he’s raking a hand through his hair, sitting up in bed.
“Did you sleep at all, Theseus?” You ask incredulously.
“No, too much to think about. And besides, I knew if I slept I wouldn’t be likely to wake. Better you sleep…”
Your heart wrenched. In a swell of affection, you went to him, crawling back over his body on the bed.
“No,” he groans, but his hands come around you, sliding down to your hips, anyway. You kiss his neck, raking your teeth over the skin there.
“Don’t do this to me,” he anguishes. His grip tightens on your hip, it’s meant to be chastising but it makes you want him more. “Please. We need to leave, Y/N.”
It wasn’t easy letting go of him. You know he would’ve given you what you wanted with enough persistence.
“Okay, okay!” You relent, kissing his mouth with a smile. “I’ll stop terrorizing you now.” You leap out of bed again without complaint.
When he stands he’s serious-Theseus again, your boss. And you love him still.
For his sake, you pretend not to notice his erection in his boxer shorts. It looks painfully hard.
“Get dressed,” he says to you before turning to the bathroom. “We need to get to Hogsmeade.”
It was wonderfully strange to see him like this—hair in wavy disarray, looking soft and subdued, barefoot and in his t-shirt. You want to appreciate the sight, you want to talk about what had happened between you and all that had been said. But his mind is elsewhere, preoccupied, and it seems you are both running late.
At your insistence, he lets you apparate to your apartment for a change of clothes, but then the two of you are off, running down the stairs of his building into the dark world below.
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Hogsmeade is more of a detour. There is an incognito meet-up organized with none other than Professor Albus Dumbledore. You’d, mercifully, taken a train--the Hogwarts Express. Theseus mentioned that Dumbledore was being watched by the Ministry, and that there were anti-apparition charms put up around the village and the castle.
You were just grateful to see him sleeping, at last, on the way there.
It was barely daylight when the two of you arrived, the sun bleak and pink over the Highlands, providing no warmth. You were grateful for the coffee you'd nursed on the train, as you were grateful to relieve yourself of the confidential documents from the Ministry. Their weight was an invisible one for you, evidence of your betrayal.
"Some aspiring Auror you are," you thought to yourself, bitterly.
“I tried to organize them for you. I started to, actually,” You supplied sheepishly when Dumbledore regarded the haphazard stacks of parchment, laid out on one of the tables in what you assumed was his brother's inn.
Dumbledore smiled warmly at you regardless and thanked you sincerely.
When you step out of the inn, you look to Theseus just as he looks over his shoulder at you. You're both more or less sleepless, and cold, and it seems the both of you have betrayed the Ministry and embarked on a hopeless mission, without many allies in the world.
But you were a united front.
It surprises you when he says, so earnestly that the tension in his shoulders seems to deflate, “God, I missed you. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you.”
You blush, but don’t break his gaze. You’re not afraid to let him see you anymore.
“Where to, Mr. Scamander?”
He flexes his jaw like he’s not thinking about the plan at all, like he’s thinking about last night. But then, with a sigh, the moment is broken.
“Germany,” he says. “It’s time you meet my younger brother and the rest of the resistance.”
He says ‘resistance’ like it's some inside joke, some funny jab. You don't understand it until you arrive at the hotel room in Berlin.
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Other than the hair, that uncommon shade of reddish, honey brown, and the apparent kindness and sense of humanity, Newt is nothing like Theseus. In fact, when he comes over to greet you he can hardly meet your eye, his head is half bowed in the other direction, his mouth a nervous, flat line.
"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I was sure that you'd do the right thing when Theseus sent you his letter. It was... very brave of you."
You look to Theseus in sharp amusement, eyes sparkling.
"Was there ever a question of whether or not I'd betray you? Did you really think there was a chance I'd turn you over to the authorities?"
Theseus places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
"Come now, Y/N," he says. "You know if I were to die I'd prefer it to be at your hand anyway."
You want to roll your eyes, but you're not sure to what extent he's joking.
You shake Newt's hand. You're soon after introduced to a muggle baker named Jacob and an astute, somewhat brash Auror from America named Tina. You're not much of a people-person, but you find that you like them both, immensely. They feel genuine, the sort of strong, singular characters that couldn't deceive anyone if they tried. That is why Newt's explanation of your task for the night sends a bolt of dread down your spine.
"We need to need to retrieve a magical object from a German Minister's office. I-I can't say much, it's better you don't know, but it's safe to assume that a large portion of the German Ministry of Magic has already fallen. Helmut, Vogel--and who knows how many others are under the influence of Grindelwald."
"Which German Minister's office?" Theseus says. His hands are in his pockets, he's leaning against the windowsill, the picture of nonchalance, his hair swept back. He's so handsome you could cry.
Newt ignores him. "Now, tonight may be our only chance. There's a diplomatic gala at the ministry itself. I can get us all in, Pickett and I can handle sneaking into the office itself, but there are five people who know about the object being at the ministry, who will be on the lookout and who need to be distracted until we're out."
He doled out assignments swiftly. Theseus was to distract the head of security. Jacob, the two waitstaff who served as the Minister's private informants. For Tina, the German Auror, Helmut. And for you? The Minister himself.
"Which Minister, Newt?" Theseus asks again, the edge in his voice unmistakable, though you don't understand it.
"Baron Dietrich, the Minister of Finance," Newt says at last.
Dietrich. Most of your work for Theseus was domestic, but you try to remember what you can. Dietrich was some Bavarian-born descendent of the aristocracy. Hedonistic, high society. He fought in the war, but gained his reputation in the drinking clubs of Berlin. Even you knew he was ruthless, notorious. A brute of a man without much respect for the law. That was the extent of what you knew.
Newt is rushing to explain before you or Theseus can speak.
“Please, Y/N, Theseus." He looks between the two of you, trying to appeal to both. "Dietrich, h-he likes…he likes beautiful women and he-"
Theseus crosses the room to his brother in a single stride. "Yes, and do you have any idea what he likes to do to those beautiful women, Newt?” He's seething. “Even everyone at the British Ministry knows he brutalizes them."
“I-I wouldn’t ask her if it weren’t absolutely necessary. So long as she’s able to distract him at the party, keep him interested there, at the party, nothing will happen to her—to you!” Newt turns to you now, addressing you directly. “I’m sure of it…”
Theseus sucks his teeth and turns away from his brother, still fuming. “Absolutely not. You will not send her away from my side, that’s final. Not to that man.”
“Theseus, please-"
“She’s muggleborn, Newt! Do you know what men like Baron Dietrich do to wizards like her? If he found out, if any one of Grindelwald's followers did, she'd be killed.” Theseus is speaking with such firm authority, but you know him well enough to detect the barely concealed panic in his eyes, the fracture just beneath the fortress. “Send Tina instead, she’s an Auror.”
“But Y/N is exactly the sort of girl that Dietrich would be-"
“I want to be an Auror too,” your voice sounds strange to your ears when you find it. It has a clear, confident quality, musical and lucid.
Theseus looks to you in shock. You wonder if he knew about the promotion you’d been offered at all, if he knew all you’d sacrificed to stay close to him—your very dreams dashed to pieces. From his expression, naked and open as day, he did not.
“I can do it,” you make an effort to sound settled. Unshaken.
Being a young, vulnerable girl in the streets of East London, at the orphanage after, and then being a woman at the British Ministry as an adult, you’d dealt with plenty of over-friendly and entitled men. Boorish men were everywhere and were not uniquely monstrous. You hoped Baron Dietrich wasn’t either.
"It's settled then," Jacob claps his hands together, seeming relieved that the tension between the two brothers has evaporated. Theseus is slumped over, leaning back on the nightstand in apparent defeat. "We're going to a party!"
Tina places her hand on your arm, leading you towards the closet. She doesn't seem to be terribly affectionate, so you're grateful to her for extending you this small kindness now.
"Here, Y/N," She says. "Let's get you dressed. We have plenty of time to go over the plan. It'll be okay."
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Your outfit, "disguise" you suppose, is nothing like the subdued robes of your companions. You don't know why you're surprised when they ask you to enter the ministry ten minutes after them, alone.
The skirt of your dress is flowy and short, like a dancer's, ending just above your knee, something that might've been acceptable a decade prior, given the fashion trends. It's made of delicate petals of off-white fabric, adorn with tiny silver and pearlescent beads, glittering. Meant to draw attention. It's sleeveless and the top is breathtakingly form-fitting, pinching in your waist and hugging every curve of your body, but you are gratefully afforded an elegant high neckline. Silk, ivory-colored, wrist-length gloves that do nothing for the cold cover your hands and a fur half-coat is draped over your shoulders. Your lipstick is a deep red.
You understand what it means, these luxury items, your styling, the fact that you were instructed to enter alone. By no design of your own, the implication was that you were an escort, a madame of the night. No wonder Newt had Theseus leave the hotel first, before he could catch a glimpse of you. You didn't dare imagine his reaction.
As you enter the gala, handing the doorman your fabricated invitation without a glance, every head turns to you. Chatter stills as you pass, the women gawk and the men look stricken, hungry as the pack dogs in your dreams. Plates and trays sail overhead and the instruments play on, unattended. The German Ministry of Magic has spared no expense.
Patrons lean in close and speak hushed and anxiously. You assume the upcoming election for the highest office of the International Confederation of Wizards is on everyone's mind.
You head for the bar with your head held high, hoping it doesn't show on your face, your discomfort at being so seen. You were told Baron Dietrich would be at the bar with some of his men. With a trembling, gloved hand you motion the barman over and order a drink.
You don’t dare look for your friends. You assume things are going swimmingly for them, but for you? You are drowning in your finery.
You’re not even alone for a moment before the wolves descend. You should've known a man like Dietrich would come find you.
"Mädchen!" He approaches you partially, but expects you to come the rest of the way, waves you over with a meaty hand. When you raise an eyebrow, haughtily, he switches to English.
"Girl, come here." The timber of his voice is low, gravelly. He has a heavy brow, his hair is thick and peppered with gray. The gray does nothing to diminish the impression of his strength. In a fight without your wand, he could have your neck snapped, broken and rolling around its stem, in a heartbeat.
You walk over, leaving your drink at the bar, untouched.
The gala is housed in a mammoth, marble room, twenty foot ceilings held up by smooth columns, something that reminds you of Gringott's. But around the massive bar at the room's center are half-circle booths and tables, spiraling out like lily pads. You slide into Dietrich's booth and his arm goes around you immeditely.
He smells chokingly of cigars, a perfumey, sickly sweet smell. He is a bloated, thick-limbed man. No, you couldn't have fought him off. There are so many uniformed men at his table that some of the younger ones have to stand. With a sting of shock, you don't see how you could be of any influence on these men at all, they hardly see you as a person, aren't speaking to you. You hope Newt and Pickett work quickly.
Another young man, dressed in what looks like a soldier's uniform, slides into the booth after you, sandwiching you in next to Dietrich. You let out of noise of shock and begin to push him off you when Dietrich grabs both your wrists.
"Don't be fussy. This is my young friend, newly recruited. I plan to make him my protégé."
The other men slap the boy over the shoulder, jostling him in congratulations. He smiles meekly. You could hate him for that meekness. That pathetic deference to power.
"We'll share you tonight, of course." Dietrich is looking at the boy, not you. "In my office."
Dietrich's hand clamps over your exposed thigh and his fingernails jab into the fat of your thigh. You don't react to the bright bite of pain. The other boy begins to lean into you, breath hot over your neck.
Whatever small bird lives in your ribs begins to beat itself against that cage, flailing and thrashing.
"No!" You can't help the edge of panic in your voice. Dietrich is too strong, so you don't bother, but you shove the boy off of you and out of the booth without much effort. The boy stumbles out, dumbfounded.
Dietrich snatches your wrist with real fury, bruisingly.
"What?! You're for sale, aren't you?" He won't hurt you in front of his men, not at the gala, but his face is so colored with anger that it's nearly purple.
"Please," there's a real plea in your voice when you say it, you try to cover it up with a hurried smile, you try to look charming. "Dance with me, sir?"
That seems to sedate him. He looks irritated, but pleased by your attention. At least he won't be able to molest you in front of all his colleagues and superiors.
He leads you to the dance floor and the entire way your mind is racing, scrambling for purchase, trying to figure out how you're going to keep him out of his office. He made it clear he had plans to go there later tonight with his men. With you.
And he was an even cruder man than you'd thought, he'd made no attempt to even flirt with or seduce you. His interest in you was moreso entitlement, the same interest a predator has for a slab of meat.
Your wand, concealed on your person, gave you little comfort. Newt had asked that you did not reveal yourself, didn't make a scene. But if it came down to it, you would fight Dietrich rather than submit to him. He was more than repulsive. He wanted to hurt you.
"Please," you think to yourself. "Please, God, don't make me-"
You startle at the large hand that grips your waist and spins you away, just before you reach the dance floor.
Dietrich, abandoned, turns in flustered outrage and is swallowed by the crowd. You're being whisked away before he can fully react, Theseus guiding you deftly out of the overfull room of diplomats.
You sob with relief. "Theseus-" you start, but he's leading you deeper, still, away from the gala.
It's not until you're in some pitch-dark, gaping mausoleum of a hallway that Theseus finally stops, pressing you delicately against the wall, holding your face in his hands like water, like something precious. He examines your body.
"Are you okay?" He asks, pressingly.
You could cry out in joy, the sight of his face is balm-like, giving you a familiar relief.
"Yes, yes!" You reassure him. "Is it done? Did we do it?"
Theseus nods in confirmation, still looking over you for injuries, turning over your wrists in his hands.
"The others are already out. It was quick. No one noticed a thing, we probably took too many precautions this time around..." He finally meets your eyes. The look in his is dark and indecipherable. When he swallows, it's raggedly. "You're really okay, Y/N?"
"Yes," you answer, hesitant at the intensity of his look. "Why?"
Theseus presses his body against yours harshly, you don't even have time to moan before he's swallowing it with his mouth. Your hands are all over him, but he gives you no room to move, it's as if he doesn't notice, the way he's pushing you up against the wall, kissing you like he wants to consume you.
"You're so damn beautiful," he mutters. "When you walked in I almost blew my cover just to go to you."
"Theseus," you pant. You're needy, you want him to keep kissing you but he's leaning his neck back, pinning you against the wall but holding himself away so he can look at you when he runs his warm hands from the backs of your thighs up to your ass. He hooks his fingers around the waistline of your panties and pulls them down so they're only hanging onto you by one of your ankles.
He leans in for another kiss, just as deep and wretched as the last, just as maddening.
He pulls away again with a pant.
"Your dress is too damn short," he curses under his breath.
"Are you angry at me?" You ask quietly, still writhing against him, desperate for friction, but suddenly self-conscious.
"No, no sweetheart," he soothes. "Not at you. You did so good. Such a good job." His praise has you leaning into his palm, which is cupping the side of your face.
You whimper, "I want you." You realize it's true as you're saying it. You can't ever lie to him. "I want you," you repeat, more insistently.
“He was all over you,” he hisses against your ear. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.” He punctuates the last word with a squeeze to your backside.
"Theseus," you breathe out, helplessly. You can't believe this is happening. The wing of the German Ministry that you're in is completely dark, you can barely make out the tapestries and curtains hanging loose from the walls. But there's distant light at the end of the hall, and dim voices and music filter in and out from the gala a few rooms over.
But you want him to keep touching you more than you know better, know you should stop. More than anything.
He starts to hike your dress up, his movements urgent, when he stops abruptly. The spot where Dietrich's nails dug into your upper thigh is small, but he drew blood.
Theseus pauses, loosens his grip and lets you slide down the wall. With a slow-thudding heart you briefly fear he'll be so furious he'll run back to the gala, to find Dietrich, but he only bends down and kisses the wound, just barely, lips ghosting over skin, so gently you could cry. Kneeling before you, he looks like a prince, a knight. He's careful to avoid the wound when he lifts you back up against the wall.
You can't help but stare down at it, in awe, when he takes his dick out. Your body still thrills at the sight of it, there, huge, resting at your entrance. Theseus grinds a slow circle, sliding it against your wet folds, against your clit. You just stare.
He flashes you a lazy smile.
“What? You want me to help you put it in?”
You moan, audibly. You're not doing a very good job at being discreet, but how can you when he says things like that to you and expects you to answer?
"Yes, please," you close your eyes, too flustered to meet his burning gaze when you say the words.
He grips the base of his cock and guides it into your pussy. Clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you're making, you whimper dumbly against his palm. Only releases his hand from your mouth once he's fully seated inside of you. The stretch is so big you know it would hardly take any movement at all for him to break that tension and make you come, drive you mad, unravel you completely. Just a few rocks against the wall, a few rolls of his hips and you'd be brainless and spent, crying out his name. You're already dripping around him. But you want to last longer for him this time.
He's looking directly into your eyes.
“You’re taking it, Y/N. You can choose where—in your mouth, on your face, inside. But you’re taking it all.”
You nod. Then once again he's fucking you dumb, you don't even care that anyone could walk by, you're just thinking about how big he is, how good it feels. He's fucking your body slack now, you don't even have to do anything, he’s holding you up, lifting you onto and off of his cock roughly, debasingly.
His hands nearly circle your waist completely, they’re so large. Your mouth is stuck open, making stupid, feeble noises and he’s grunting small words of encouragement.
"Say my name," he says.
When you don't respond immediately, too blissed out to think, he slams your body down harder onto him and you nearly yelp.
"Hngh, Theseus. Theseus, please-"
You can feel him get almost unbearably hard inside of you, then he’s heaving you up and flipping you around, manhandling you, so your back is his against his torso, his right arm a bar across your chest, still inside. He brings a hand down roughly to your clit to touch you through it, and then you're both coming hard, your loud, jagged breaths echoing through the empty hall.
Your head spins, you're seeing stars.
"Baby," he says, when you don't come back to yourself immediately. "Was I too rough? Are you okay?"
You nod, breathlessly, but stumble when he finally stops supporting your weight. Your body is still juddering with pleasure, your fingertips quiver and feel numb as you smooth down your dress.
He's right, you think with a laugh. My dress is too damn short.
Theseus has the decency to look around the hall to make sure no one was watching, and to help you fix your hair and what's left of your lipstick. Your lips are pink and bitten now, swollen.
"They're probably wondering where we are. We should go." His voice is serious, unemotive, but there's something like devotion in the way he looks over you from head to toe, just one last time, to make sure you're beyond reproach. He hands you his jacket, which is huge on you, and slings your fur cape over his arm, bearing the cold himself like a gentleman.
A flurry of snow has begun to spiral down in the streets of Berlin, white particles curling and dancing in the wind. You've always found this type of snowfall to be so fanciful, the closest thing to magic in the muggle world. You walk back to the meeting point in comfortable silence, Theseus's hand clasped firmly around yours.
"He doesn't know what's mine," he'd said about Dietrich, about you. And last night, not that long ago, he'd said, "I love you."
Albeit, after you said it first. You look over to his oblivious face, checking both sides for cars before leading you across the busy street. His kind eyes, the line of his jaw..
You wonder how he could mean it... You'd so meticulously tried to conceal from him all the ugly parts of your life, your past, your fears, even your wants when they seemed to inconvenience him.
Could he love me? Could I let him?
"I want you," you'd said to him in the hall of the German Ministry. You realize now that you meant more than his body. For so long even just a look from him, just a word, was enough to sustain you.
But now you wanted more. Maybe it was selfish, undeserved, that the magical world was giving way to crisis, the dark forces were closing in around hope, and yet here you were, wanting to ask him for more...
part three here
author's note: hiiiiii! YES i switched to present tense from past tense in the last part, and no i'm not sorry...
please let me know if you'd like me to continue this fic! i have a third & final chapter in mind. or i can take other theseus requests. the theseus brainrot is real... some AUs would be fun too!
as always, feedback is welcome <3
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The Lion and the Snake
Summary: “Hi! i’d like to request a Tom Riddle x Gryffindor reader please :) she’s also a pureblood but Tom and his posse loves teasing & taunting her because she’s from their rival house but nonetheless she also happens to be the only girl that doesn’t follow Tom around like a lovefool while most girls in Hogwarts do yet she it’s as if she’s immune to his good looks & charm and this annoyed the hell out of Tom, she’s also really smart and always in a competitive match to see who gets the top of the class– Sorry ran out of wordcount, what if one day Gellert Grindelwald manages to broke into Hogwarts and he suddenly looks for her in the great hall like “Is someone with the name of y/n Peverell here?” (yes that’s the twist, she’s a Peverell descendant) and Tom is shock to find out how significant her standing actually is in the wizarding community & her 3 ancestors are rumored to be the inspiration of tale of the 3 brothers, making her the heir to deathly hallows. Thank you!”
Note: Once upon a time on a blog that was hacked but I still have access to, this little short was written. I had that blog for like 10 years so I kinda scroll through it and read through my old stuff sometimes and this was one I wanted to bring back! hope it picks up among you all as it did long ago. This was requested by @ queenofmankind so I don’t wanna blow up their @ til they reach back out to me bc idek if they remember this request :D
Part Two
December 1943, Hogwarts
A mahogany red scarf with evenly placed golden stripes and the hint of crimson in your long robe was enough to set you from the crowd like a lion in a room of snakes. Not only do they not belong together, but one boldly and obnoxiously stands out more than the others. Well, perhaps it depends on what one would fear the most.
That was how YN felt in her sixth year Potions class.
Sitting straight in your seat, you ignored the pesky glares of the Slytherin boys that surrounded you, murmuring about you and a few other Ravenclaws nearby. There was one particular look you were concerned about though and it was right next you on the face of the very famous Tom Riddle.
This was not for lust but instead, a strongly embedded competition between the two of you since you stepped foot in Hogwarts.
Both of you were among the smartest in the school, every other month replacing each other at the top when it came to who brought in the most house points with their immaculate reports. But there was nothing more to your relationship with him than mere academic rivalry.
Riddle revolted you, unlike the rest of the girls in the school who fell at his feet. Even the boys and the professors did.
Tom was ghastly, but undeniably sat tall with a strong face that was dare you even say chiseled in the slightest. Every movement he made was so sleek like it had been rehearsed or perhaps he was an animagus as a black cat. Either way, it was suspicious. Even the way his hair curled at the top subtly falling over his forehead seemed way too perfect.
What unnerved you the most was his little following.
Upon return for your sixth year you could not help but notice the little band of misfits seeming all the more exclusive this year. They were the same loud and rambunctious boys you grew up fighting (well, it was more so being bullied and tormented by Malfoy and Rosier) but there were more whispers than laughs in the past few months.
“Today, we will review the Draught of Living Death. I like to give this as testament to what you all have learned before the winter holidays.” announced Professor Slughorn.
“Sounds a lot like you.” you whispered towards Tom, grinning smugly to yourself.
Tom inhaled through his nose. “Watch your tongue or I’ll put it in your wretched orange juice at breakfast.”
“What is your problem with orange juice?”
That was how most classes went. Occasionally, the two of you would laugh at the others wit and that’s how the other knew they had won for the moment before the next battle struck again. You would have taken it as friendly banter when you two were alone, however, Malfoy and others followed him like leeches and they were more harsh.
Professor Slughorn rambled on.
Of course, the two of you already studied excessively for this the night before.
“I don’t have a problem with it, I just don’t understand how you don’t get sick of it every morning.” Tom muttered, rolling his eyes. “Regardless, I do hope you enjoy finishing after me.”
“That’s assuming you could even brew it in the first place considering your failure with the love potion two weeks ago.” you scoffed.
But there were times of pure frustration in the heat of a race of who could get theirs done first that made you want to hex him to death. Within not even ten minutes, the two of you had your sleeves rolled up, eyes strained on the task before you, moving like mirror images as you sped through the lesson and already far ahead of everyone else. But there was a draw. With the two of you side by side and the other Slytherin boys around your table, you all struggled with the Sopophorous bean.
Most people had either given up or nearly blew their faces off at this rate.
“Bloody hell, YN, if that comes near me one more time I’m dumping your head in this damn cauldron!” Abraxas seethed, dodging the bean that had flung from under her blade.
She winced slightly as she reached for another one.
“Aw don’t threaten her mate, she’ll cry again until we lose house points.” said Dolohov from beside him.
You glared, now suddenly positioning the bean and your knife so that when you pressed down it went directly into his direction. Tom watched idly with amusement as the boys around her erupted into laughter.
Except, it went in the completely wrong direction and hit Tom in the face.
“Oh, shit…”you quipped, suddenly holding your breath as you tensed up to the equivalent of a stone wall, trying to stifle a laugh while his friends nearly fell from their seats.
The laughter ceased and when he abruptly turned towards you with a grimace, your entire body flinched away like it knew he were a monster ready to pounce. But you were left staring while your blood pulsed, watching as his face ran through several emotions before you calmed.
“You’ll regret that later, Peverell.” Tom snapped, throwing the stupid little bean back at her without even looking.
With ease, you caught it. Being a Quidditch player gave you some qualities you were glad to have.
You didn’t say a word after that.
It seems that class would end in a draw today.
~
Later that evening, a Hogsmeade trip was taking place.
It was the last one of the year so you and your friends gathered quickly for it.
Tom and the boys, the Knights of Walpurgis in particular you overhead one day, idly stood by at one of the corners as all the holiday hustle and bustle rampantly took over the cobblestone streets. Music played in the distance, lights were strung everywhere you looked, and occasionally a highly decorated Christmas tree larger than life filled where there was space for it.
But aside all the obstructive scenery, Tom’s eyes lingered on YN.
YN lived for the evenings out where she could dress in a nice skirt and sweater, running around with her friends to grab all the sweet holiday treats. They were looking for dresses in particular this evening for the Winter Ball the Headmaster allowed despite this war ravaging times. It was taking its toll on everyone, but it was a nice celebration considering most people were staying at the school.
Adis and Margot, your two best friend stood by you as you tried on several different dresses. Adis was in Ravenclaw and Margot was in your own house.
But house differences aside, all of you were clearly growing frustrated with the stress of shopping and you believed nothing feeling right on you. To make it worse, the moment you found one you were pulled away from the allure of it when several boys knocked on the shop window and began shouting insults your way.
Of course, it was them.
As much as your blood boiled, your heart seemed to tighten as well at how personal this attack felt.
They really knew how to poke and prod the right places.
“Don’t listen to them, YN.” Margot said, giving them the finger as she shut the curtains.
Tears stung your eyes as you looked at your reflection. You had no idea what made you so stressed lately. Normally, you were always so composed when it came to them. But after going through a dozen dresses on an empty stomach, you were bound for frustration.
“Yeah, they’re just jealous you’re prettier than the other pigs of Slytherin.”
Snickering, you then sniffled and rubbed your eyes, rubbing away some sleepiness as well.
“Tom was probably behind it. They follow everything he does.”
The girls glanced at each other and back at you as you finally regained yourself from that stressful moment, taking a seat upon the velvet cushions by the dressing rooms.
“No way. Tom adores you more than any of the girls that fall to their knees for him.” Margot chuckled.
Leaning back, you nearly laughed with disgust. The mere thought of it made you wriggle in your own skin like you had touched something slimy.
“I’m sure if he did it was merely a tactic of his to distract me or use me in some way. I’m his only competition here. There is nothing but twisted motives behind whatever he does. Plus, I hardly noticed anyway.”
“Suit yourself.” The girls said at the same time, shrugging as you shook your head at them.
When the time came to pick a dress that you gratefully found, there was only enough time to grab some food before returning back to Hogwarts. Knowing your father loved some of the treats from the candy shop, you told the others you would catch up with them while you ran in.
New rules had been put in place with Grindelwald reigning terror on your world. It was a miracle this place was even open. After picking up a bag of sweets from, you walked out to catch up with the girls.
But to no avail, you managed to walk straight into the back of someone else while your eyes searched for the girls.
“Oh, I’m sorry—oh, it’s just you.” You frowned, watching as Tom Riddle turned around to meet your eyes.
That brief moment you two met each other’s eyes, there was a split second of adoration that nearly pulled you in. They were strikingly green. Everything about his face struck you deep in your chest where knots were forming as you spoke. You were especially flustered when you remembered the conversation with Adis and Margot earlier.
But taking a deep breath, you hurried around him.
“Wait!” he said urgently, catching your elbow.
Grinning without an ounce of humor, you spun back and threateningly looked up at the boy.
“Let go of my elbow or I’ll scream.”
Tom’s face mirrored yours and his eyes didn’t leave you as he released his hand, that touch alone leaving a cold space.
“What do you want? Still mad about earlier?” you scowled, walking ahead of him when you noticed the crowd of students were far ahead of you two. “It is quite a concern of mine that we’re about to take the trail back through the forest while all the students are out of earshot.”
The forest was filled with a strong chill enough to silence the air around you, only able to hear the sound of Tom’s footsteps catching up with yours. You knew it would snow soon, piling another layer upon the blanket of white that covered the ground around you. With the sun setting, mere remnants of pinks and orange guided your way, lighting the shimmering snow as the night was coming on the other side and here you were, walking in the middle of it with Tom Riddle.
“Why did you flinch earlier?” he asked.
Your face scrunched up. “I don’t know? Perhaps because we used to fight in our first year and I was half expecting you to hit my head with a book? I wouldn’t have put it against you not to.”
When you looked over at him, his eyes were straight ahead. He never failed to keep his chin up and you rolled your eyes, wondering how he could hold himself to such a standard even when it was just the two of you. It’s not that you felt comfortable with him but there was a weird common ground that was shared with your rival.
“You were scared?” he asked again, more pressing this time.
“As if.” you scoffed.
“I was just a bit surprised, thinking you had done it on purpose.”
Raising your brows, you looked at him. “Why would I want to bother you on purpose? Well, I do that every day. But not to that extent.”
Tom grinned. “Well like any other girl at this awful place, they think taunting me is the best way to get my attention and I merely assumed you were following their tactics.”
Even you had to laugh out loud when those words came from his mouth.
“Please, spare me! I never thought you could make me laugh but you are absolutely a joke. You think I’d ever think of you that way? The person I literally hate the most?”
Tom shrugged, seeming all too confident for someone who just completely shattered the expectations he had for your response. Inside, he was writhing. Your laughter had once been a mere nuisance, one you could tolerate and sometimes even be relieved to hear but now, it had made his blood boil. You two continued in silence for a moment.
But he couldn’t believe you were being a hundred percent honest. Tom had no idea where the question came from, but his mind worked too fast for him to catch up on, and now he regretted it, knowing it was a foolish question anyway.
“I refuse to ever adore you, let alone the ground you walk on like everyone else here does, Riddle. I had my moments where I thought we could be friends. It amazes me how I can see right through this little façade you put up. You are the loneliest person I know for someone who has the whole school chasing after you.”
“Lonely?” he chuckled darkly, narrowing his eyes at her. “You think you know me because you’re not blinded by some infatuation?”
Shrugging, your mind wandered to your earlier years when you had almost been caught up like everyone else. But you knew your drive to be better than him would always win.
“That’s exactly what I think.”
The school was nearing up ahead. It pained you to think you would miss this conversation. This only happened once or twice a semester with you two outside the classroom banter.
“Then why bother fighting me, YN? If not for a silly crush, then for what?”
Tom was angry and he didn’t know why. He should have never opened his mouth and pretended like he could care less of your presence. But the way you flinched at him today left him reeling, wanting to know more about why your mind worked the way it did. How could you have been so briefly terrified by him and not even know what he has done in the past year? What made her so pesky and defensive all the time if she had no clue what he has been building for himself?
“Believe it or not, Tom, I don’t have to have feelings for you to enjoy the never ending competition we have.”
Ah, so you were as clueless as he presumed.
A pureblood with no interest him or his horcruxes or pursuit of the dark arts. Just a pawn. Barely even that.
“Why did you even have to ask that tonight? I thought you’d send your boys to laugh at me as I picked a dress in the shop and be done?”
Tom’s head whipped towards her. “They what?”
You chuckled grimly, shaking your head at him. “Never mind.”
To your relief, the school’s warmth was already touching the tip of your nose. You were feeling suffocated by his questions. Conflicted at your own stirring chest, you quickened your pace.
“Let’s pretend we never had this conversation, Tom. If you were trying to drive me away and dim down whatever friendship we had to some stupid crush so you could painfully reject me, you failed miserably.”
Once you were inside, Tom was left standing there, lips slightly parted open as he stared in your direction. Even after you walked away, the coldness consumed him, numbing whatever thoughts he had tonight and wishing to forget them. He was hoping it could be something pathetic so he could discard you, getting you off his mind for good. But Tom realized that was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
YN was never going to be ridded of his thoughts.
~
One Week Later
The Gryffindor common room could be heard from your chambers where you remain alone in the strong candlelight, staring at yourself in the mirror.
For the Winter Ball, most girls would wear dresses the represented their houses colors. It was tradition. But when your eyes fell on this dress in Hogsmeade last week, you knew you would escape your stiff mind with the message it would send for it was no color at all. The white, sleeveless gown fell to your feet, sticking close to your body while a lighter piece of fabric of the same design bellowed out behind you from your shoulders. It was hardly white, more ash, with little intricate designs of vines and branches all tangled in one with shimmering little details in between.
The very idea of sticking out with your attire at such a highly anticipated night made you sick to your stomach and you hadn’t stopped fidgeting all day, ready to start dry heaving over the sinks.
“YN, are you almost—!” Margot shouted, rushing into the room with another friend of yours, Ada.
Your eyes met theirs through the reflection, and the girls jaws nearly hit the floor.
“That is beautiful.” Adis gasped.
Once more, you began poking at your hair which was tucked back in a bun with stray pieces falling in front of your face and they rushed over to swat at your hands. The makeup on your face suddenly felt heavy.
“I don’t think I want to go anymore.” You groaned, turning to face them now.
The two girls wore dresses of the same deep crimson color, nearly matching in style as well. It was often the three of you that would attempt at matching but it was clear this night was not the case and it made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.
“Why? Afraid the school is going to see you shine in something other than a school or Quidditch uniform?” Ada chuckled, still ogling at you in the mirror.
Smiling, you shook your head, looking down at the sheer fabric that covered your arms and the silver décor it sported. At first, you truly had never felt more beautiful. But the more you thought of it the more your mind wandered to all the possibilities of what could go wrong. Every nerve in your body tensed at the idea of walking down the steps towards the Great Hall alone.
“I promise you, YN, you will turn heads for all the good reasons.” Margot said, taking your arm, followed by Ada who linked yours with hers.
“And we won’t let you fall!”
Laughing your stomach knots away, you allowed your friends to drag you through the common room. Already you were receiving appraisal from the people in your house and when you had your larger group of friends walking with you, it made you ease up instantly. The humor and charisma of the Gryffindor house was unmatched and you were extremely relieved to have it.
You had a great support of friends in this house, especially because of how involved you were, and to say the least, everyone was astonished at your gown.
But a wall came crashing down when you reached the grand staircase leading down to the open floor just before the Great Hall’s entrance. Every voice became clear and every mingling face did too as they glanced up at the Gryffindor crowd as they descended the stairs.
In a sea of red, your cheeks were beginning to match it as you strolled down behind the group of friends in your ashy white gown. Falling behind was a mistake, and now, you just kept your eyes on the next step in front of you.
“Just breathe, YN.” You heard one of your friends say through the ringing of your ears.
Instead of doing that, your hand slid down the stone railing while the other lifted the front of your dress a few inches. Breathing became impossible when you made eye contact with the shadow in the corner of the room that was Tom Riddle.
You cursed under your breath, hating that he was the first one your eyes fell upon.
The boy had ben standing there among his loyal followers and their dates, knowing this night was a small celebration for themselves as well as the entire school.
Having made a horcrux already and on the quest for another, Tom was willing to allow himself to pause one night. The endless nights reading and searching for more could be at ease. That didn’t mean his thoughts weren’t racing constantly with all that came with his aspirations.
He thought it would be impossible to let them cease until the group before him started murmuring and turning their heads towards the stairs.
Tom, his face void of any interest, had followed their gazes and immediately spotted YN.
The moment he hesitated, the very moment his chest tightened he realized he was unwell, and just as he caught his lips turning upward, Tom had reeled himself back into a painful reality, quickly turning his head away. It nearly took the breath out of him and he was heated to allow it to happen in the first place.
When you saw his head immediately turn away, your heart sunk, The day you felt disappointed from Tom Riddle not looking your way, you were sure hell would freeze over. But here you were, forced to walk into the Great Hall like nothing had even happened.
At least the sight of it was enough to take your mind off of your troubled emotions. It was a winter wonderland in its purest form with snowflakes trickling down from the cloudy ceiling. Three Christmas trees that were as tall as the gaping windows stood at the front of the room, frosted and covered in ornaments the size of your head. All of the floor and walls were covered in an icy white color, making it feel like you weren’t even in Hogwarts anymore.
The feast arrived and once you had something in your stomach, you could ignore the fleeting glances you and Tom had shared since you walked in.
They were keeping your cheeks flushed at least.
Headmaster Dippet made his short and sweet introduction before all the students and professors mingled on the dance floor. Live music played and your friends dragged you to dance even if your dress had taken up too much space. But the more you did so, the more lighthearted you became in your movements and quite literally undid the stiff person you felt you were.
Of course, the Quidditch captain Daniel and other boys from the team snuck in flasks of firewhisky so it surely helped ease your nerves.
Other students from different houses and even some of your teachers complimented you to your surprise.
But when the music slowed, you watched all of your friends pair up to your dismay, immediately sinking your shoulders. Adis, Margot, and Ana were nowhere to be found as your head turned like a swivel.
“Hurry, join in!” Margot chuckled, waving you to step in with her and her date from the Quidditch team.
You opened your mouth to protest, ready to rest your feet and take a seat at the table, but a finger had tapped your bare shoulder, causing you to spin back around, facing the last person you would think to see in this moment.
“Need a partner?” Tom Riddle asked.
The words were caught in your throat, foolishly standing there with your lips slightly parted as you tried to comprehend his offer.
“Unless you would like to sit down?”
“N-no. I would love to dance.” You stammered, watching his lips curve.
Your heart began hammering against your chest when you stepped closer to the boy, a knight clad in his black and shining armor that enamored you once you were too close to it. There was no stepping back when his hand grabbed yours and the other rested on the small of your back. The ability to breathe slipped through your mind as you stared up at him, looking down at you like he had won.
“Of all the girls in this room that probably want to murder me now, you choose to dance with me?”
Tom shrugged slightly, seemingly guiding you with ease while you nearly stumbled.
“Afraid to dance with me, YN?”
While your nerves were shot, you couldn’t help but mirror the subtle grin on his lips.
“I’m not afraid of anything, Tom Riddle. Part of me believes you’re dancing with me so that, in fact, these girls could murder me.”
Something turned his grin wider and you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe the only person to ever to be my academic match just may be the only suitable dance partner as well.”
With the last conversation you two had, you didn’t expect this to go so easy with him now. You didn’t dare bring it up and ruin this brief moment of common ground you two stood on. When you looked up at him there was only him and not even the stares burning into the back of your head mattered.
“And shortly when we return from the holidays, we will be back to the competition just like that.” You mused.
“Just like that.”
A million questions wandered through your mind. If only you could know what was going on in his.
For the first time it seemed, you wore a genuine smile on your face when you looked up at him. Even Tom, who had too been alone, wondered what it was about tonight that made him act so out of character. He would have gladly hung in the corner of the room, but the moment he saw her alone, something rash had unleashed inside him.
It seemed his thoughts were visible to you, because while you tried to look anywhere else as his gentle touch paralyzed you, you couldn’t help but notice his quizzical face.
“I hope you’re not having second thoughts, Riddle.” you chuckled, one misstep away from his toes and one away from letting the firewhisky talk.
“I was thinking about when I trip you and make a run for it.” he mused, his eyes drifting up to the ceiling.
“That’s nicer than what I imagined.”
The numbing comfort it brought was fading, and your skin begin to feel every inch of fabric to an annoying degree. You constantly chastised yourself for your sheer awkwardness and you knew that this dance was only making it worse despite how much you secretly enjoyed it.
“So, are you staying here for the winter holidays? I know Professor Dumbledore made an announcement the other day saying students were welcome to stay. I considered it.” you rambled on.
Something in his demeanor changed at the mention of the holidays though.
“Yes, I will be staying here.” he had said briskly, the sudden change making you sink internally.
“I’m sure it’ll be a thrill to stay here without the worry of studying for a couple weeks. I know I’m relieved.” you tried to tease.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re not going home?”
You shrugged, pondering the decision still with a few days left to make it.
“My family probably won’t be home to be quite honest. I still have a few days to make up my mind. I would simply like to get through tonight first.”
“Oh, something bothering you, Peverell?” Tom asking mockingly.
Suddenly, he had leaned back to twirl you under his arm and the breath had simply left your lungs as he pulled you back in, an unwavering and almost goofy smile on your lips. You laughed at him, knowing very well he knew the right buttons to poke.
But the second you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of glass shattering from all angles had filled the room and there was a split moment of silence before the sound of startled screams filled in for the music that abruptly stopped. Instantly, you ducked ever so slightly, watching as the room dimmed and glass flew with the cold air that rushed in.
As if you weren’t frazzled enough, something kicked in when you looked at Tom.
“What is going on?” you asked to yourself, scanning the room for your friends.
But everyone was whizzing by and you backed into Tom as your head began spinning. With the chandeliers extinguished of their light, you had squeezed his hand as the moving crowd had pulled you two into the same direction.
One of the professors had called out a spell, lighting the chandeliers once more and someone was trying to order everyone to an exit.
Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall opened faster than you’ve ever seen them move in years and not a single soul moved. Standing on your heels, you tried to peak your head over the crowd of students that started backing away and worriedly looked up at Tom whose eyes were slightly widened now. Glancing back, you finally caught sight of a white haired man and your blood immediately ran cold.
Gellert Grindelwald entered the room and as did two aids of his all dressed darkly, wands pointed at the crowd of students even as the Professors all came to their defense at the front.
You wanted to be with your friends. You wanted to hold them knowing very well this might be the last time you see them and yet, that fear could not be felt now as you had gone entirely numb. The only thing you had was Tom’s hand still gripped in yours.
“How lovely!” Grindelwald boasted. “A welcoming party just for me?”
“You are not welcomed here, Grindelwald.” You heard a voice boom back.
Was that Professor Dumbledore?
The professor stepped forward, just yards away from Grindelwald.
People around you whispered the horrific things about him. His rise to power was almost insurmountable with his pure blood motivated agendas.
“I was only visiting. I don’t wish to harm the little brainwashed minions you have called your students. Hogwarts has done that enough, brainwashing them to believe they are safe from the world around them.” He chuckled darkly, immediately straightening his face only a second after.
Tilting your head, you couldn’t help but be curious to see the most dangerous man in the world standing before you with his quirky character. He seemed more like a jester than a monster. It didn’t seem real.
“What business do you have here?” the Headmaster demanded.
“Is there someone of the name YN Peverell here?”
Nothing could have prepared you for the moment Gellert Grindelwald called out your name. Your knees nearly buckled beneath you when heads started turning towards you. The room had gone so silent that in the midst of it all, your heart was like a drum. The few people who met your eyes you wanted to burn, not wanting to be seen or heard, shaking your head as tears swelled in your eyes.
But it was your fault the moment you shuffled back, colliding with Tom Riddle who was frozen like a wall.
“Oh, that wasn’t so difficult.” said Grindelwald.
Before you knew it, your body was not your own and you yelped as you were pulled forward by an invisible force. The students you had surrounded yourself with were no longer around you, leaving you cold and exposed as your unmoving body was now just a few feet away from the Gellert Grindelwald.
“Leave her be, Gellert!” shouted Dumbledore.
The tears you had no control over streamed down your cheek. You were terrified, staring into the piercing blue eyes of a monster who was looking at you like prey.
“Are those your friends?” he asked, tilting his head, then looking at them. “I hardly think they are given how quick they were to give your identity away.”
Shutting your eyes was the only thing you could do. Before you knew it though, a force had pried them open and you let out a soft whimper.
“You see, I do not wish to harm her for she is more valuable than even you know, Albus.” Gellert said, walking around you now. “I have been quite interested in her family for some time, but they weren’t the easiest people to find so I figured their youngest daughter would be a place to start.”
No matter how much you tried to move, you didn’t budge. More tears streamed down your face and the only thing you could control was your breathing. If your lessons had taught you one thing, it was to keep a clear mind and steady breath. If all else had failed, listen to yourself.
But how could you? What did he want with your family, let alone you?
“Gellert, you let her go. Now.” Dumbledore said, his voice unwaveringly terrifying.
“The name Peverell has been a name I thought did not exist anymore, but here we are.” He announced, throwing his hands in the air. “She is the sole connection to the Deathly Hallows, therefore, I cannot simply just let her go. Surely you understand?”
Your brows furrowed.
That stupid children’s book? Your mind raced back and forth, wondering how that was even possible. With how old that story was, it would be impossible to even figure out how your last name somehow matched the that of the three brothers.
But your memories betrayed you when you thought of all the times your parents read it to you as a child.
There was something there, something that you knew was important but couldn’t quite remember just yet. It was hard to think past your body being paralyzed and your heart in a frenzy.
“She’s just a child, she has nothing to do with such a thing!” one of the female professors pleaded.
“On the contrary, she does.”
“Well I’m afraid there is no time to figure it out.” Dumbledore threatened, withdrawing his wand.
Grindewald glanced back for a brief moment, and with the wave of his hand, your body was free to move but you were tossed aside in the air, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut as you tumbled to the glass covered ground. As you rolled, your body was scratched but your blood rushed so quickly you couldn’t be bothered by the stinging. You tried to gather yourself, watching as a powerful rush of lights passed between the Professors and Grindelwald’s gang.
With the tables just behind you, you glanced at your friends who were all being ushered away in your direction yet they were not close enough to you. Looking at the fight that ensued before your eyes, filling in for the lights that had previously disappeared, you started inching back towards the tables for cover.
“Ah ah ah!” Grindelwald cynically laughed, waving his finger at you. “You’re not going anywhere, Peverell.”
For some reason, you thought you could escape and the second you jumped to your feet to make a run for it, you heard the words, “Crucio!”
A synchronous gasp came from everyone around him when Grindelwald shouted those words though and Tom nearly sprung forward towards you. But like everyone else, he stood there in shock.
It didn’t register. There was no time to even think as your entire body was consumed by a white hot pain that ripped through every little vein in your body. You dropped as quickly as you stood, so submerged in pain you could not breathe let alone scream as you began trembling, writhing away as if you could escape the unsurmountable burning that tore through you. But when you finally released your breath, a scream so bone chilling escaped your lips and you didn’t even hear it as your ears rung from the feeling itself.
Tom Riddle had never been so caught off guard in his life. He had never felt so moved by anything until he heard your scream. He had tried to push forward, but the professors were pushing back, getting everyone to safety.
A synchronous gasp came from everyone around him when Grindelwald shouted those words though and Tom nearly sprung forward towards you. But like everyone else, he stood there in shock.
“Cease your fire and I will let the girl go. But be warned, she will not be safe from me.” The white haired devil announced.
Every professor ceased their movement and Grindelwald released his hold on you.
Even when he did though, just that short minute of time your body experienced such trauma, you were sobbing as you still felt it streaming in your blood. Your vision went blurry as you rolled over, feeling your stomach churn as you stared at Grindelwald in the moonlight. As your ability to think returned, you wondered when you would be dead already.
Instead, he disappeared and you could finally breathe again but instead, you quickly fell to the exhaustion.
Grindelwald left, apparating through the windows into the night, leaving an eerie silence in the Great Hall.
Everyone rushed over to you but Tom Riddle stood by still reeling from the scene that unfolded before him. Abraxas remained at his side, looking quite horrified actually.
“YN bloody Peverell.” Malfoy said in awe. “I thought that whole lineage stuff was a myth.”
Tom’s eyes could not be broken from your sight. He was compelled to follow, but he stood his ground, knowing his impulses were getting the best of him too much already tonight. Another student picked your body up and he narrowed his eyes, watching as you were carried away.
“It seems we are among probably the most important Pureblood in the world now.” Tom observed. “And Grindelwald won’t stop til he has her.”
In a moment where possibilities should be surging through his mind now though, all Riddle could think of was finding you because there was something about you no longer being in his sight anymore that made his chest tighten. That alone made him want to destroy the entire room.
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Plss do 5, 22 and 14 for Lily again. I just love her so much😅
5. Best personality trait
one of the things that i’ve always found striking in lily’s letter to sirius in DH is both how immediately warm she comes across, but also how brimming with emotion she is. the ‘thank you, thank you, for harry’s birthday present’ is this lovely, affectionate, slightly dramatic opener. the letter is obviously desperately sad - especially with hindsight - but it’s also emotionally confessional (she ‘cried all evening’ when she heard about the McKinnons), gossipy (‘it seems impossible to believe that dumbledore was ever really friends with grindelwald. i think bathilda’s mind is going, personally’), even spiteful (‘no complaints’ about harry smashing petunia’s vase). her love and concern for james is all over the letter, but so is her concern for peter (‘i thought he seemed down’). even the act of writing the letter and conveying to his godfather how much harry loved his present shows her concern for sirius, too, wanting to make him a part of the moment he missed. i think what i like about it is that if even the letter isn’t a completely truthful insight into lily’s feelings about being in hiding — she doesn’t describe her likely feelings of fear for harry, although we get this little hint about frustrations told through james, and mention of dumbledore having the cloak — it does still give a portrait of a character who feels her feelings deeply and brims with emotion. it’s particularly striking because it also is a rare lapse from jkr’s usual (clumsy, unjust) female characterisations in the series, where female characters are condemned for being gossipy or melodramatic or are rewarded in the narrative for being stoic. that lily ‘cried all evening’ over the mckinnons’ deaths is so indicative of a character who wasn’t yet war-weary (never had a chance to be), so did grief in a very open, unabashed way, and i just love that.
(it also shows how harry, the stoic/emotionally repressed young man, is a function more of his upbringing rather than his parents’ personalities - james is an open book in what little we see of him in canon, and lily clearly was effusive, chatty, heart on her sleeve and had her many emotions right there at the surface. it gives a glimpse of what harry could have been, or could still be, in peacetime. that harry immediately cries when he reads lily’s letter for the first time is this lovely little moment of aspects of the mother coming through in the usually very tightly-wound, repressed son.)
14. Most heroic moment
aside from the - er - canonically lauded and obvious, it’s got to be her joining the order straight out of school, especially as a muggleborn. to put herself at that level of personal risk for a resistance movement age eighteen as a member of a socially marginalised persecuted group is a major slay. lily likely had only been close with the marauders for a year at most (assuming going out with james was the conduit for those friendships, which it seems in canon like it was). so we can assume that she had her own political awakening and her interest in resistance politics wasn’t limited to her association with james and the gang. and i think that is Cool!
22. Best physical feature
if people were still banging on about how gorgeous my eyes were after i’ve been in the ground for a decade i’d be pretty chuffed, let me tell ya! people were falling over themselves/slamming the brakes/stopping traffic/climbing over barbed wire fences to tell lily’s son he had her eyes. those must have been some gorgeous peepers. also you know that hair was fire. that glossy dark red — whew! the potters are a haircare dynasty, remember. they know luscious locks when they see them. it had body, it had volume, it had magic of its own — lily evans’ hair was the moment ❤️🔥
#lily evans#headcanons#every time i do marauders headcanons i get nervous what do we think this means#lily potter#marauders#ask game#jily
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Hello. If you are taking requests, can you write to yandere husbands Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape?
hi anon! thank you for the request, i hope you like it
i won't write great about the fantastic beasts characters because it's been a long time since i've seen it but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy! :)
Gellert Grindelwald
i feel like this man is possessive as hell
more of an isolating and protective yandere
he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head
above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you
but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave
he wants to make you his whether or not you know it
he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special
he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it
he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard
when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die
you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?
he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."
he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure
and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much
if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you
as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them
if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem
i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe
Albus Dumbledore
this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough
after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him
he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it
he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him
he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him
he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere
as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight
he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school
how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?
he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold
if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together
as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed
he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep
if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side
he doesn't intend to live without you
Aberforth Dumbledore,
in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat
therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way
unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away
he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body
he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you
i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him
as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all
potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught
i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister
whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it
legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place
he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make
eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer
Percival Graves
this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise
he is ambitious and serious
he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his
if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all
he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms
he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him
he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait
all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again
the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate
this is for you and him, no one else
he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind
he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else
he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think
he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over
i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family
Severus Snape
this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one
and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay
he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising
enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way
he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt
he can't lose you, he refuses to
he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you
as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things
Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time
doesn't have the energy for such things
he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either
surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough
he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying
when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own
i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on
Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order
whichever side of the war you are on, so will he
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Hi can I request a Theseus Scamander one shot set in SOD where the reader is Theseus lover and in a fake marriage with one of Grindelwald followers and they meet when fighting for the cases after not seeing each other for a long time and like angst but ends in fluff? Please and thank you if you’ll do it❤️
The Spy
Pairing: Theseus Scamander x fem! Reader
Warnings: angst, mild language
Summary: You’re a spy who is busy faking an engagement with one of Grindelwald’s henchman. Thankfully, this is the day where things come to a close.
Word Count: 2.3k
I despised pretending.
I despised pretending to be in love with some dullard while my true love was out fighting for the good guys.
“Darling?”
He was there, the man I hated despite wearing his grandmother's ring on my left hand.
I put on a huge fake smile, trying to hide the fact that I was hating his existence just moments before he walked into the room.
“Yes?”
I inquired, leaping to my feet and pretending to be excited to see him.
“You're awfully spry today…”
He inquired, running his hands through his unkempt black hair. I'm not sure when I last saw this man bathe. That's probably why he always appears to have awoken from a thousand-year slumber.
“I’m just excited to see you, honey.”
I had to project the image of a completely lovestruck, helpless young girl who was completely reliant on him. In reality, that was the polar opposite of how I normally behaved.
I dashed over to him, tightly wrapping my arms around his neck.
I'm curious how much force would be required to strangle him right now.
Oh, he stank of death and decay and everything bad in the world.
Unlike my true love, who always smelled like expensive cologne and fine wine.
“I’m always excited to see you Y/N.”
I despised the way he pronounced my name. His voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. As he mercilessly butchered every syllable, it felt like a knife was being repeatedly thrust through my heart.
Except for the one man who my heart undoubtedly belongs to, I can’t bear hearing anyone say my name in such a sensual way… Especially him… the man who I am simply pretending to be head over heels in love with.
“Alaric… Let’s move! We’ve almost arrived at the station!”
His companion entered the small train cab, signaling us to prepare for our arrival.
“Yes yes I know I know… can’t you see I’m busy with my lovely fiancee?”
I was lovely... but not as his fiancee. Someone else had stolen my heart.
Nonetheless, I needed to keep the jig going, so I smiled even wider at the equally sloppy henchman who had just disrupted my fake moment of happiness.
He rolled his piercing blue eyes and flipped his tailcoat as he slammed the cab door shut, rattling the entire train around us as it slammed into place with a loud crash.
“Well darling… I suppose we should prepare ourselves for the next part of our mission.”
I flashed him a big smile, displaying all of my teeth to demonstrate how excited I was for their plan to come to fruition.
“I suppose we should…”
I agreed cheerfully, holding his hand in mine as we made our way to the train's exit door and stepped out onto the new land.
I didn't know where we were. I hadn't known in a very long time. That was not my responsibility. My job was to spy on them while pretending to be one of Grindelwald's henchmen in order to figure out what they were up to behind closed doors.
I simply jumped on the train whenever they needed me and traveled with them all over the world with alert eyes and open ears.
“We’re here darling! Bhutan!”
Ah. So that was where we were. Bhutan. The sight of the approaching election. That was obvious from the talk of dominating the wizarding world. All the snippets of conversation I'd overheard through closed doors were finally coming into place.
If all of my predictions about the upcoming election are correct, we should brace ourselves for rough seas.
“Darling?”
As my fake fiance dragged me along the train station, I asked, my hand still firmly gripping his.
“Yes my love?”
He came to an abrupt halt, colliding with several people, who gave us both dirty looks as they pushed past the man who had disrupted their peaceful afternoon.
“May I leave you for a moment to explore?! I have never been to Bhutan before and it looks simply spectacular! I shouldn’t miss this opportunity to explore new places!”
He appeared hesitant. He obviously wanted me to be by his side every step of the way. Fortunately, I had gained enough of his trust over the previous few months to be able to leave on my own without raising any suspicions as to whether or not my loyalty was completely devoted to Grindelwald and his henchmen.
“Please! I promise I won’t miss anything important!”
My fiance placed two fingers onto his face, cupping his chin as he pondered whether or not to allow me to leave his side.
“Please?!”
I pleaded, giving him the infamous puppy dog eyes I knew he couldn't resist. Thankfully, he caved; otherwise, this mission would have ended in disaster.
“Ah! Alright! Why not?! The land is beautiful, is it not?”
He extended his arm to show off the rugged mountains that surrounded the lush green landscape.
“Go explore… but be back soon.”
“Of course I will, darling!”
I exclaimed, rising to my tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek before breaking free from his embrace and making my way towards town as slowly as possible so my fiance wouldn't suspect anything of my desire to "explore."
Once I was out of his line of sight, I checked my watch.
“Ugh! Ten minutes late!”
I murmured to myself, trying not to rush through the crowds in case one of Grindelwald's henchmen was nearby and saw me behaving suspiciously. When it was my job to remain completely unnoticed, I could never be too cautious with my actions when I presumed no one was looking.
Ok. Here I was. The street to the right of the lamppost with the green ribbon.
Wait… did he say to the right or to the left?
Right. He most definitely said right… right?
Shit.
I shouldn’t stress. He’ll find me. I know he will.
I walked down the crowded street, stopping at every single tent to inspect whatever was being sold by various vendors.
As the minutes passed, I became increasingly concerned that I wasn't where I was supposed to be and he would never find me.
I had to keep my cool. Panicking would only make matters worse.
I took a deep breath and lifted a fine china piece to inspect it thoroughly.
People came from all over the world to watch the election. It was the ideal time for people to sell anything they could craft with their own two hands.
Stay calm.
Stay calm.
Stay calm.
He’ll be here. He’ll be here any second. I shouldn’t worry.
“How are you on this fine morning darling?”
Ah. He was right there.
Theseus approached the table, picking up a piece of china and making friendly conversation in an attempt to assuage suspicions.
“I’m just fine… how are you today?”
I kept my gaze fixed on the cup in my hands, avoiding eye contact with him.
I had never met him. He was simply engaging in friendly conversation.
“I’m fantastic… What are your predictions for this election?”
I shrugged, carefully resetting the cup on the table and picking up a second piece of china. This time, a teapot with ornate golden shapes dancing on white china.
“Who knows… anything can happen. I’m really just here for the scenery. Politics have never really been of interest to me.”
“Ah yes… Bhutan does have lovely mountains, doesn’t it?”
“It most certainly does. I’ve never been here before. So far, I am thoroughly impressed.”
Theseus took a step to the side, our shoulders now almost touching. I was still not looking at him. I kept my gaze fixed on the china.
He reduced his voice to a whisper so low that I would not have heard him speak if I hadn't been standing right next to him.
“I’m going to leave this tent in thirty seconds. I want you to follow behind me, but not too closely, don’t draw attention to us as a pair. We have a very narrow window of time in which you can tell me everything you know… So let’s make it count.”
I gulped. I had almost forgotten that this was truly a serious predicament.
“Yes! That sounds lovely! I’m sure your mother will enjoy them!”
Theseus paid for two teacups, implying that he came to this tent for a reason. He handed the vendor two shining gold coins, carefully placed the china in his pockets, and stepped away from the tent.
I waited a split second, long enough for him to get a good head start but not long enough for me to completely lose him.
I followed him down the winding roads, pushing past people because I knew this was my only chance to converse privately with him. If I lose him now, the entire plan will fall apart, and Grindelwald will triumph. All of this effort would be futile.
As I tried to keep up with Theseus, I could feel the tension in the air. Everyone was waiting, anxiously anticipating the start of a new chapter right in front of their eyes. This was not a situation that would be taken lightly. The decision being made today would forever alter the wizarding world, for good or for bad.
I followed Theseus until he fortunately pulled into a deserted alley. Overhead canopies completely blocked the view. Someone on the roofs of nearby buildings couldn't glare down and listen in on our private conversation. Theseus took a sharp right and vanished behind a stack of wooden crates.
“Huh?”
Was there a door? How did he just disappear?
“Theseus?”
I spoke up as I approached the crate stack, craning my neck to peer around the corner.
He grabbed my bicep and yanked me behind the crate stack, into a small storage room directly connected to the alley.
He slammed the door shut behind us, plunging both of us into complete darkness and quickly connecting his lips to mine.
I groaned involuntarily into the kiss, having been caught by total surprise.
He pressed his body flush to mine, gripping my hips firmly to keep me pressed into him.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, tightening my grasp so he could never leave me again.
I couldn’t go back. Not to my pretend fiancé.
I had gotten a taste of Theseus lips, and now I was hooked once more.
“The Qilian.”
I mumbled as our teeth clashed in a messy frenzy.
“Oh hush baby…”
He murmured against my lips.
“Let’s not talk business now…”
Oh my God. He knew how to drive a woman insane. When he was speaking words of love to me, his typically casual British accent was transformed into a sophisticated tone that was enough to make me weak in the knees with desire.
“Tell me I’m the only one for you, Y/N.”
“You’re the only one for me, Theseus.”
I said it without hesitation, because there was no hesitation in this situation. I only spoke the truth when I say he is the only one for me.
He is my other half.
He is my soulmate.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you right now.”
Theseus hiked my leg up to his waist. His rough leather belt was pushing against the soft skin of my thighs.
I moaned against his mouth, and he swallowed my noises.
“God I can’t stop myself… you drive me wild.”
He ground into me, brushing his semi hard cock against my clothed core, eliciting a low moan from the back of my throat.
“Theseus…”
I placed my open palms on his chest, pushing him away from me.
“As much as I would love for you to fuck me in this…”
I looked around, only to be reminded that I could see nothing.
“Room…”
I finished my sentence.
“We really do have to talk business.”
Although I couldn’t see him, I knew he was rolling his eyes in fake annoyance.
“Fine. So, what’s going on with the election? What’s Grindelwald planning?…”
He released my leg, letting it fall shakily to the floor.
“The Qilian is dead… he cursed it so no matter what it will pick him.”
Theseus sighed in frustration.
“I’ll have to tell Newt… he’s the animal man.”
“Sounds like the biggest problem will be convincing the people that your Qilian is the good one.”
“Yeah… we’ll figure it out… Thank God my brother knows creatures or we’d be done.”
“Theseus?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go outside?… it’s pitch black in here…”
“Oh, yes, we can.”
He threw the door open, my retinas immediately burning as they adjusted to the bright light.
“Oh my God… is that the ring he got you?”
I scoffed, examining the completely hideous green gemstone that I was now forced to wear on my finger.
“Yes… it’s hideous… isn’t it?”
“Oh my goodness it’s completely hideous.”
We both chuckled in unison.
It felt good to laugh. I hadn’t genuinely laughed in a long, long time. It was predominantly fake chuckles as I pretended to enjoy my fiancés horrible jokes.
Theseus tenderly cupped my face in his gentle hands, placing a kiss on the top of my forehead with his soft lips.
“It’s almost over Y/N… then I’ll get you a real engagement ring.”
My cheeks flushed pink.
“Really?”
Theseus smiled, bright and wide, showing off his gorgeous teeth.
“Honey… if we pull this off I’ll find a way to buy you the whole damn country.”
I gave him a hug, a long, big hug as I relished in his musky scent that I missed so much.
“I missed you Theseus.”
“I missed you too darling…”
We stayed in silence, embracing as the world around us moved at the speed of light.
It was nice.
It was comforting to be able to have moments of silence with someone without it seeming awkward.
“I love you Theseus.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
I gave him one final peck, making sure to draw it out so he knew I loved him.
“Alright!”
He said, clapping his hands together as an indication that it was time for the next part of the plan to begin.
“Are you ready for my big finale my darling?”
I smiled wide.
Of course I was ready. I had been ready from the moment I was assigned this job.
“Of course I’m ready.”
Theseus pursed his lips into a thin smile.
“Alright… then let's do this!”
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Hi! Really enjoyed the Harry is gay post, very well researched! Are there any other characters in the series you would also think are gay? Don't wanna say anyone just yet, just want your unfiltered opinion
Hi!
Thank you so much!
Can't say I have other characters I feel as strongly about their sexual preferences. A large part of it is what Harry chooses to pay attention to. So, I don't have much evidence for anyone else, but I can say who I think is likelier to be gay (or at least not straight) from textual evidence. Some of them go into headcanon territory, but here they are, off the top of my head and in no particular order:
1. Dumbledore and Grindelwald
I'm pretty sure these two are canon, so I don't need to say much. But:
“Yes, even after they’d spent all day in discussion—both such brilliant young boys, they got on like a cauldron on fire—I’d sometimes hear an owl tapping at Gellert’s bedroom window, delivering a letter from Albus! An idea would have struck him, and then he had to let Gellert know immediately!”
(DH, pages 308-309)
Gellert—
....
(This was your mistake at Durmstrang! But I do not complain, because if you had not been expelled, we would never have met.)
Albus
(DH, pages 309)
“Grindelwald. And at last, my brother had an equal to talk to someone just as bright and talented he was. And looking after Ariana took a backseat then, while they were hatching all their plans for a new Wizarding order and looking for Hallows, and whatever else it was they were so interested in.
(DH, pages 480)
2. Sirius Black
I think Sirius might've been gay, or at least bi. It goes into headcanon territory, but I think Sirius used to be in love with James. He just always gave me that vibe. (I don't think they were ever a thing, I think Sirius took his feelings for James with him to his grave).
Here are some quotes that gave me the feeling Sirius is not interested in anyone but James:
Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.
(OOTP, page 642)
“He kept messing up his hair,” said Harry in a pained voice.
Sirius and Lupin laughed.
“I’d forgotten he used to do that,” said Sirius affectionately.
(OOTP, page 670)
Plus, Sirius' general fixation on James and his constant reminiscence about him. And the two-way mirror they made just for them cause they couldn't handle an hour apart in detention:
This is a two-way mirror. I’ve got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you’ll appear in my mirror and I’ll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.
(OOTP, page 858)
But we don't really know about any romantic interests Sirius may have had. So, it's more of a headcanon than anything.
3. Dean Thomas
I think Dean Thomas is bi (not gay, I think he did like Ginny). And I have only one qoute evidence for it, but it's a really funny one and I don't think I've seen anyone mention it so I'll put it here:
He certainly wasn’t the only one who was sorry to see Professor Lupin go. The whole of Harry’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class was miserable about his resignation.
“Wonder what they’ll give us next year?” said Seamus Finnigan
gloomily.
“Maybe a vampire,” suggested Dean Thomas hopefully.
(POA, page 429)
Dean Thomas clearly read whatever 1990s version of Twilight that exists in the HP universe and wants a love triangle paranormal romance with a werewolf and a vampire.
4. Draco Malfoy
I think he was a little too obsessed with Harry. Like, I don't actually ship Drarry, but I can definitely confess Draco was way too interested in Harry for it to not appear a little gay.
He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum.
“Oh wow,” said Neville enviously as Ron tipped Krum onto his pudgy hand.
“We saw him right up close, as well,” said Ron. “We were in the Top Box —”
“For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.”
Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evidently they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar.
“Don’t remember asking you to join us, Malfoy,” said Harry
coolly.
(GOF, page 168)
Draco literally comes to find Harry on the train, uninvited, every year (except 6th). Throughout their time at school, he also makes an active effort to seek out Harry to a level that is kind of ridiculous. It always looked to me like Draco was desperate for any sort of attention from Harry.
Harry looked down at the hawthorn wand that had once belonged to Draco Malfoy. He had been surprised, but pleased to discover that it worked for him at least as well as Hermione’s had done.
(DH, page 444)
Considering how loyal unicorn hair wands like Draco's are, it seems Dravo feels more friendly about Harry than he likes to pretend.
5. Aunt Muriel
It sounds weird, I know, but I have a reason here. So, Muriel is from the same generation as Dumbledore, more or less, from her words in DH. And we know, back then she had expectations to marry and have children as a (seemingly) pure-blood witch. Those expectations would've been prevalent when she was a young woman in the early 20th century, even among the less blood-purist families.
The fact that she didn't seem to have settled down with a husband and children implies she wasn't interested in doing so. This allows a reading of her as either interested in women or not interested in sex or marriage in general.
6. Alphard Black & Cassiopeia Black
For the same reasons as Muriel. Neither Cassiopeia (born 1915) nor Alphard, Sirius' godfather (born circa 1927-ish) married or had children. This is something that would be expected of them, so the reading of them as not straight is very plausible.
So, that's it. These are all the characters that off the top of my head I could give textual evidence for a not straight reading of. I don't have as much evidence, and that's why I consider this more headcanon than theory. Obviously, people can headcanon wherever, these are just the ones that I could recall evidence for.
#harry potter#harry potter thoughts#hp#hp thoughts#hollowedheadcanon#asks#anon asks#anonymous#sirius black#dean thomas#draco malfoy#albus dumbledore#gellert grindelwald#alphard black#cassiopeia black#aunt muriel#hp headcanon
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A marauders type of love
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'Panda there is a party in the Slytherin common room do u wanna go?' I questioned already knowing the answer would be yes. 'I would love to but you already knew that didn't you' she answered my question. I just smirked at her. 'Go get changed out of your uniform then' I smiled. Once changed we made our way to the Slytherin common room.
'Reg let us in we don't know the password' Pandora shouted through the portrait. 'Oi let us in you prick and tell us the password' I shouted through the Slytherin portrait. Finally he let us in there common room. 'Took you long enough' I snarked. The result of which was Panda hitting me. 'Oww was that necessary' 'Yea it was leave him alone Lily' Pandora replied with. 'Fine' I said giving up.
'Put some music on then I thought this was a party' I heard from behind me. I knew who that voice belonged to. I groaned. Turning around I muttered under my breathe 'by the ancients Odin help me'.
'Hello potter' I grimaced.'Well hello there Grindelwald and how might you be' Black responded with. I just turned hitting them both in the face with my hair and walking away.
'Ev help save me potter and black keep talking to me' I said whilst walking to Evan. 'Don't act like you hate that with your hideously inappropriate crush on them and lupin' Evan answered back. 'You shut it. You little shit only you and panda know about that.'
'Yeah and Barty knows' Evan responded.
All of a sudden the music started 'finally there's music' Dorcas muttered upon her arrival. 'Lily do you know if Marlene would say yes if I asked her out and where has reg got to the git?' Cas asked me. 'One cas she'd say yes and I don't actually know all I know is that out if the three men I am utterly in love with two hate my guts'. 'Well that sounds like shit. Wait a minute you have a crush on which three men?' Cas asked. 'Why would I tell you that? You'd just use it as black mail now go ask McKinnon out.'
'HEY!! Anyone up for a round of truth or dare' somebody shouted above the music somehow. There was a round yeah's.
'Evan Truth or Dare' Barty asked. 'Truth just to get started' Evan answered. 'Favourite person not me or Pandora' 'I would have to say it's Cas'
'Lily truth or dare' Evan asked. 'Dare I'm not a coward like you' I replied. 'I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Lupin' Evan dared. 'Fine as long as lupins comfortable with it' I countered. 'Yea I'm fine with it' Lupin spoke up. 'Alright then come on'
Once in the broom cupboard in the corner an awkward silence settled upon us. 'You sure your alright with this lupin?' I questioned. 'Call me Remus please and yes I am' he answered. Next thing I know his lip connect with mine. He tasted of chocolate, cigarettes and butter-beer. 'Sorry....um..I've just w-wanted to do that since first year' Remus stuttered out. 'No it's completely fine Remus just know this means that you owe me a date.'I replied with faux confidence. 'Is next Friday alright?' he asked. 'Meet me in the entrance hall before dinner and we can have a picnic under a tree.' I replied. 'THE SEVEN MINUTES ARE UP' is shouted through the doors. As we leave I slip Remus a note with how to get into Ravenclaw tower. 'I'm going to head to bed Pandora you coming with me or not?' I ask. 'Yeah I will come on then' she replies.
We get back to Ravenclaw tower and head into to bed for the night.
#marauders#fanfic#poly!marauders smut#poly!marauders x reader#slytherin skittles#smut#animagi#poly!marauders fluff#polyamarous#polyamory
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Read a little article about fictional characters that people idolize by entirely missing the point and saw this:
Hell yes. Say it louder for the people in the back. Snape is NOT a good guy and there is also a reason that he is Neville Longbottom’s worst fear. A child is so petrified of his teacher and whose fault is that? Yes, it’s Snape’s fault. He terrorizes children/teenagers because he can and if it was the real world, he sure as hell wouldn’t be teaching for long.
It’s also Snape whom Harry only noticed upon his arrival at Hogwarts because Snape was glaring at him. What on earth did Harry do to warrant this? Nothing. He just happened to look like his dad is all. The same dad, might I add, that Snape owed a debt to for saving his miserable life even if James probably did it more to spare Lupin the consequences than to help Snape. The point stands.
And no, Snape did NOT “love” Lily. He was obsessed with her to the point that he even copied her patronus for gods sake. Lily, whom he drove away by being the Magical equivalent of racist. Lily, whom was put in mortal danger partially by Snape’s own actions then he tried to get Voldemort to spare her but not her husband and child regardless how LILY would feel about that. It’s only because he helped get her killed that he switched sides and became a double agent. Too little, too late.
Also, can we PLEASE STOP trying to link Snape and Credence Barebone together?! Sure, I get it’s because Credence has long black hair and wears dark colors in FB3 but STOP. Snape is a jealous, racist, condescending prick among other things while Credence is an abuse survivor with a pure heart despite being gaslit and groomed by the bad guy. YES, he did help Grindelwald for awhile but only because Grindelwald lied to him about his family and Credence left him after he learned what he was told wasn’t true. So no, these two aren’t anything alike.
This is an anti-Snape rant. Arguing with me is not going to get me to like the man because I just don’t. (Even if I love Alan Rickman. I do wonder if he is part of the reason people like the character.)
#anti snape#anti severus snape#Severus snape discourse#harry potter rant#harry potter discourse#credence barebone#i love this man#please STOP claiming Credence is ‘young Snape’ because NO
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@demonbutlerssimp asked:
Hi I love ur (Being a Muggle born student and having a crush on Professor Dumbledore) but can u make a part 2 where they meet again like years after Hogwarts and they finally start dating (don't forget the Mary Jane)
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Imagine: Professor Dumbledore reciprocating your love.
This is my first ever request so I hope that this post is okay. Haha, honestly as it’s an imagine I didn’t want to make it too long so I will probably make a part 3. Of course each part could be read as a stand alone but anyways I hope you all enjoy this.
Male Reader
Age gap
Romance (you are an adult)
✨This is part 2 of Being a Muggle Born Student and Having a Crush on Professor Dumbledore but can be read as a standalone✨
“So this was the restaurant Grindelwald and you talked. Very interesting.”
Dumbledore chuckles and looks down.
There he is, you think to yourself openly scanning his appearance. His hair certainly has grown longer and he looks more tired than before, but still very attractive.
“I know it’s wrong to use legilimency but you just looked so handsome and lonely sitting there I just had to. That conversation was a couple days ago and you still think about it?”
“You really had to use legilimency,” he asks finally looking to you. His sad eyes burning into yours making you feel a bit guilty, but not enough. Hating what’s between Dumbledore and Grindelwald…hating that those two still have love for each other…hating that Grindelwald has been breaking Dumbledore’s heart piece by piece.
“We will get this blood pact solved and end this. You are talking to a dueling master after all and I win about 100% of the time.”
“Yes, you have quite grown (first name),” he leans in, “but you still don’t answer simple questions without being snarky.” Smirking at him, you lean across the table as well for your (color) eyes to stare into his gorgeous blue ones.
“You know the ministry, I was only using legilimency because I wanted to—and doing so—the ministry is full of bullshit about you and has always been. You’re a great professor and person as well, plus, nobody’s perfect.”
Dumbledore clenches his jaw and looks away from you, still in his own world about the conversation he had with Gellert…but happy you’re with him.
“It’s been a few years since I’ve last seen you. Making covers on newspapers and proving to pure-bloods you’re a force to deal with…you’ve made me proud.”
Clicking your tongue, you sit back and let the tense atmosphere take over. Having no clue why he has been different towards you just boggles your mind.
Last time you saw him was two months before losing Leta Lestrange, a close friend you shed many tears for.
“But you need to be careful (first name). You are a strong young man, no doubt, but Gellert has—!”
“Has set his eyes on me to kill so that I don’t get in his way if I ever choose to since I didn’t join him. Yeah, remember I was just in your mind?”
Dumbledore shakes his head and stands up to walk towards the exit, “Follow me.” Following, once you reach outside he grabs your arm and transports the both of you to a room. “Umm, Hogwarts?”
“Nope, just a place I own in Hogsmead,” he gently smiles at you and offers tea. Nodding your head, he pours the both of you tea and gestures for you to sit on the opposite couch of his.
“Sit with me,” you asks as you take your tea to your liking. Dumbledore pauses before getting up with his tea and sits next to you. Closer than you thought he would with his leg barely brushing up against yours. He snaps and his fireplace starts, making the room cozy and offering to take your hat and coat. Standing with him you allow him to remove the hat and feel his warm hands glide from your shoulders and down your arms as he takes the coat off. Sitting back down as he walk to a closet to put your clothing in, you tap on the tea cup in contemplation. Something is clearly bothering him more than the war that’s starting, but what could it be?
“I’ve accidentally torn the scarf you gave me but fixed it a couple days ago. Also, thank you for sending me those divination series on my birthday.”
“And thank you for paying my medical bills and getting me out of sticky situations with the ministry.”
He laughs, “Of course, paying for medical bills and keeping you out of Azkaban is the least I could do for not keeping my promise.”
“…You may not have been beside me the whole time…but you never gave up.”
“Last time I checked Newt never gave up on you either.”
“Leta did…”
Dumbledore sits yours and his cup down, engulfing one of your hands into both of his larger, warmer ones. “I was there, when you were standing above her grave in grief asking her for forgiveness. For not being there in time and telling her you understand why she chose to distance herself from you. But only if you knew that when her and the ministry would visit me, that she would quietly ask how you were. She would tell me that she wanted to seek you out, but thought it was best to distance herself because she knew if she were to be close to you again she would cling onto you for support. She didn’t want to use you for her to feel better about herself.
“And though we too haven’t seen much of each other, only sending owls, she knew that I kept in touch with you. Even if not physically. She loved you till the very end (first name),” he whispers the end, wiping the tears that escaped running down your puffy cheeks.
Smiling bitterly, you grab onto his wrist gently massaging your thumb across his skin and taking deep breaths closing your eyes. He smells nice, always has and probably always will. The older man cups the back of your neck and guides you to rest on the plushy cushions of the couch. “We all carry burdens. It’s better to let go than to keep it in.”
“You should really follow your own advice. How long are you going to hold on to your broken heart Dumbledore?”
He lets out a pitiful chuckle and slowly wraps his arms around you. “Please, call me Albus now that you’re almost 30 and not my student anymore. Also, I have two hearts I’m holding on, not just one.”
Leaning against him more, you bury your face in his chest feeling flustered as he puts his chin on top of your head.
“Two?”
“One for Gellert that is floating away faster than you think…and one for someone very special. Someone who made me gain this heart about six years ago, albeit slowly, till it turned whole a year ago.”
You’re not dumb. Knowing he’s talking about you, your chest aches longingly yet excitement courses through your veins. Having a crush on this man since you were a teen, you can’t believe he is finally reciprocating your love back.
“Say it, please.”
Tilting his chin downwards, you feel his lips brush against the top of your head and moving down to your ear. Goosebumps settles upon you with his breath fanning across your neck and ear, heart pumping to your throat and below.
“You. You, (first name), have my heart. Ever since you were 23 when you helped me deal with those stubborn dragons I’ve been trying to teach my classes about. Ever since you saved Percival Graves finding him in time before he died of pain, hunger, and thirst. Ever since I’ve seen you go into sorrow over Leta’s grave. And ever since you threw almost everything away to try and help Newt and his muggle friend. Slowly you were clawing your way into my heart, now, you have all of it making my heart for Gellert vanish.”
Opening his shirt showing a bit of his chest, he pulls off his blood pendant.
“This will end, and when it does I will be by your side.”
Grabbing the pendant, you look at it and almost marvel over how beautiful it looks. Magic truly does wonders, you know that, but to make blood look like the perfect jewel?
Putting it on the table, you sit back and stare at the fireplace. “I’ll make sure this time that we are together,” you tell him.
He scoots back and opens his arms, “Come here.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need to know if you really do love me and…and…I would want to be with you so you would want to be with me too. Take me out or something, y’know?”
He grins and forcefully pulls you down to squish your cheek on his chest.
“Like I said, you have my heart. I do love you (first name), even if I shouldn’t. I love you and would love to give you everything in this world.”
“…Man you’re really making us have a lot of sexual tension.”
“Quiet you,” he squeezes your sides making you let out a laugh and squirm on his lap. He smiles brightly, laughing with you and stops so he can squish you even more to him. Having your laughs turn into chuckles, you look up at him and bite your lip. Not helping the tension at all.
“You truly are a talented wizard my darling,” he whispers and capture your bottom lip between his teeth. Moaning, you deepen the kiss grabbing the back of his hair and he moved you to straddle him.
After a couple seconds of passionate kissing, you both pull away to properly breath.
“No matter how much I would love for us to continue, last time I checked it’s been a long week for you. So how about I carry you to my room and cuddle as I read a story to you. Maybe one of the divination books you sent me?”
“Sounds wonderful. Would you like some Mary Jane?”
“…Hell, why not?”
That night there was no hanky panky except sharing a joint with the love of your life and him holding you close under the covers as he reads a really boring book.
…Well, with the both of you getting lit you can’t help but let hands wander.
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warning: yandere and age gap
All day you were absently thinking of the way the young man was looking up at you through the window. You felt young and wanted. Like a maiden in a romance story. It was a lovely feeling. But, that went downhill when you were awoken by thin lips on yours. Master Grindelwald lovingly announced that his best friend wants to meet you today and it was a birthday party.
You forced yourself to gently stroke his wrinkled cheek. “Thank you, my darling. How kind of you.”
Wrong move. That triggered him. He took you and it made you bleed again. If you showed no manners, he would hit and make you bleed but if you were kind. Still the same results. Damned if you do; damn if you don’t.
He made you join his shower rather than a bath, he was a little busy. After dressing, he left. Queenie came in with makeup boxes and a lovely dress.
“We will make you look good as new.” She grinned widely.
You both knew that was a lie.
Queenie read your thoughts and frowned in pity for you.
She made you sit down on the vanity seat and kneeled down. Her magic did your hair updo. Pearls decorated your sleek bun and you admitted it looked as if you came straight out of a magazine.
Queenie was better at makeup by hand and as she finished she squealed. “What a princess you are.”
You thanked her. She was trying. The flick of her hand made you change to a golden mermaid long dress. You tried to cover your chest.
“I can’t wear this.” You looked in the mirror. “It is too revealing.”
“The master chose it.”
Before you could say more, there was a knock. You felt scared. Was it Grindelwald? You sighed. It was much better. It was the young man.
“Come in, Credence.”
Credence is his name.
He was holding a big red velvet box. You knew it was gold jewelry, your mom has boxes of them. Credence saw you turn your body to him and he froze for a minute.
Your perky breasts were floating and jiggling. He felt his manhood ache and twitch. As if you were teasing him.
He snapped out of it. “Master sent me these for her.”
Queenie opened the box. “Wow!”
You gulped in nervousness.
“Help me put them on her.”
“Yes’m.” Credence put the box on the vanity desk and rolled his sleeves. Queenie picked up the necklace with care. “Can you hold her hair?”
Credence gently lifted the long strands of your loose hair bun and saw the patch of naked skin on your back. He yearned to touch it.
Queenie placed the necklace at your neck. “You tie the chain.”
Credence used his fingers to attach the two chains and the eyelet together. His fore tips accidentally touched the back of your neck and both of you stiffened. He touched you.
Queenie stopped what she was doing and froze too.
Credence realized what he did. “I need to go.”
Queenie looked worried and avoided your eyes. She bit her lips and also left the room. You blinked. What did you do?
After that weird moment, Rosier came “After you.”
She walked behind you as you came down the swirling stairs. You saw Grindelwald chatting with a bearded man. Both men hushed and looked up at you walking down.
Grindelwald beamed with pride. He trailed his silver and hazel eye down your body and the man…
He looked confused. Not what you expected.
He smiled. “You must be Name. You are more beautiful than the rumors.” He kissed your fingers.
You smiled. He looked genuine.
“This is Albus Dumbeldore. My best friend.” Grindelwald pulled you to his side. He held your hand.
“And he is the headmaster of our old school.”
“You must be a powerful wizard then, Mr. Dumbledore.” You complimented.
The bearded man chuckled and waved his hand. “Call me Albus. Thank you. I am just average. Gellert here, should be the headmaster instead.”
Grindelwald smirked. “I rather rule outside school.”
The butler announced dinner was ready.
“Name, please sit next to me.”
You looked at Grindelwald and he nodded to you. Grindelwald sat in the head chair of the oval table and you and Dumbeldore on the side.
You gave a smile to Albus as you caught him staring. “I want you to take good care of my friend. He needs someone like you.”
You forced a smile. “I will try my best.”
You felt Grindelwald rubbed his leg gently against you as he liked your answer.
Albus nodded. “But my dear, I do not sense any magic in you. Are you a squib?”
Suddenly, the atmosphere became stiff.
You shook your head. “My entire family are non magic.”
Albus blinked. “Really?”
You nodded.
“And you are only nineteen?”
“Yes, Albus.”
“So young. When did you meet Gellert to be engaged already?”
Grindelwad leaned in. “I knew her when she was a minor. I waited for her to grow up.”
Albus frowned in confusion. He looked around the guest and suddenly, no one else moved.
The dinner awkwardly continued and you felt Albus and Grindelwald stare at you from time to time.
“Before I forget.” Albus took something out of his pocket.
You and Grindelwald looked at him with curiosity.
“Here, my dear.”
You saw it was a wand.
Grindelwald held his breath. He frowned.
“Thank you. I do not have any magic. It will be useless for me.”
“Nonsense, I have a muggle friend I gave a wand to.”
You heard Queenie choke on her drink. You looked at her.
You took the wand. “Thank you, Albus.”
You accidentally moved the wand quickly and all of a sudden, a light came out and it hit a vase causing it to shatter. Everyone looked at you.
“My dear, be very careful. It is a weapon which can cause death.”
You blinked. I wish I had this wand to use for my first suicide attempt.
Grindelwald read your thoughts and then clenched his jaw.
“I am sorry, Albus. I will be careful.”
Albus nodded and smiled. He stood up from his seat and so did Grindelwald.
“Let me walk you to your car.” Grindelwald offered.
“Thank you, Gellert.”
After the master left, Queenie walked up to you and gave you a box. “Open it.” She squealed.
You opened and saw a cute little kitten. It had yellow eyes with black fur patches. For the first time in months, you genuinely smiled. “Thank you, Queenie.”
Helmut sneered.
You walked back to your room and played with your new friend.
Grindelwald walked in looking stern. You looked at him in nervousness. You behaved. Why is he mad?
He saw the wand on top of the writing desk. He took it. “I will not let you have this wand.”
He put the wand inside his suit jacket.
“You are not permitted to ask for it, understand?”
“Yes, master.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Call me Gellert from now on. I want you to treat me like a husband.” He then noticed the kitten in your hands. He sighed. He then used his magic to remove your clothes and jewelry.
He took the kitten from you and placed him farther away on the bed.
“I will reward you for your good behavior. I am so proud of you. You are accepting your place with me.” He tackled your neck.
#gellert grindelwald x reader#gellert grindelwald#yandere gellert grindelwald x reader#mads mikkelsen x reader#mads mikkelsen#secrets of dumbledore#fantastic beast secrets of dumbledore
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Together, Chapter 3
Together Chapter 3 is here
If you want me to post this here, let me know and I will, but it is 9,000+ words, and that honestly just gets really unwieldy, so, below is a preview.
Dear Newt,
I was glad to read an update on the diricawls. I hope they do well this week.
We’re wrapping up that smuggling case I’ve been telling you about. Work is still busy. I prefer it that way, although I wish I’d been able to write you yesterday. A new informant came in unexpectedly, and I was at the office until just after one.
You asked how I am. The truth is: I don’t know. I look for the shoes she left in the middle of the floor—I used to nag her about that endlessly—and for her sewing projects on the side table. I expect replies to my thoughts.
I’m angry at how I left things. But I also don’t know how not to be angry at her for what she’s done. I haven’t always agreed with her choices, but I used to think I could understand them.
What in Merlin’s name was she thinking in Paris? How could she be so taken in by that man and his bigotry? Especially given how our poppa’s family was treated in Europe. I can’t understand it.
I know that you do not have answers to these questions any more than I do.
I found a page of notes I’d made when I first read your book—questions and things. I never got the chance to ask them in London or Paris. Would you answer them now, in your letters? I have enclosed the page with this letter.
The drawing that you enclosed of Queenie and Jacob on the evening we all met was wonderful. You’ve captured their expressions perfectly. I suppose I knew that you’d done your own illustrations, but I didn’t realize that you liked drawing people, too. They’re beautiful. Do you often sketch things like this from memory? You mentioned that it feels as though that dinner was ages ago, although it was only the year before last. I agree. Sometimes I think Queenie and I must’ve known you and Jacob forever.
Did the Zouwu get off alright? Your friend was supposed to get her settled in on the 18th, wasn’t he?
Oh, and I meant to tell you, I put in a request on Monday to exchange more information on Grindelwald’s movements with the Ministry Auror’s Office. The bureaucracy is always a challenge, but at least I know that Theseus and his team understand what’s at stake.
I can see how you’ve described him. He can be quite fixed in the way he sees things. He has good instincts, though, and at times is very perceptive. I’m glad you’ve been looking after him when he needs it. Please look after yourself, too.
I wish I could draw as you do, because I’d send you a sketch of how the city looks this evening. The sun has just begun to set, and it is beautiful.
Tell Pick and the nifflers hello from me. I hope everyone in the case and menagerie is well.
Yours,
Tina
The sound of steps in the next room to pulls Tina from sleep. She grabs for her wand and points it at the open doorway. Only as her eyes begin to adjust to the darkness does she recall that the sound might be a house guest rather than an intruder. Mercy Lewis, she thinks, please let it be a nice, mellow creature, and not an erumpent in heat or a bunch of baby nifflers come to find Momma’s shabbat candlesticks.
But as the figure in the doorway reaches a strip of moonlight, she sees that it is not a magical beast at all, but a wizard. Her stomach jolts pleasantly at the recollection of everything that happened tonight. “Newt.”
“Merlin’s beard, I didn’t mean to—“
She follows his gaze to her wand arm, and lowers it, laughing ruefully. “Sorry. Habit.”
“Yes.” His posture relaxes a little. “Of course.”
“Nobody’s gotten out, have they? It’s cold tonight, and—“
“No, no. Not that I know of anyway.” He winces—partly a smile—at his answer, and she laughs softly.
She spends a moment taking in his appearance after a few hours apart. His hair looks darker in moonlight, almost brown, except for the strands that shine copper where the light hits directly. He must sleep in these clothes, for he has changed since she last saw him, into a well-worm pair of trousers and a shirt with a deep open collar. His eyes are tired, but warm. The vulnerability and trust, so clear in his gaze, makes her ache to be closer.
“I—“ He glances down, as though gathering his words. “I woke and I felt—alone? And I wanted…” She throws her covers off and makes her way to him. He trails off when her hand covers his, and his gaze flies to hers.
She feels him search her face and hopes he’ll see the vulnerability and trust and warmth she felt, given to him in turn.
He slides his fingers between hers.
And a breath later, he is in her arms, wrapping his tightly around her and pressing his face into her neck. His hold is fierce.
“Oh,” she breathes, settling her arms around him.
He drops a featherlight kiss on her neck. His hands are warm where they rest against her. “Okay?”
She nods into his neck and shoulder. “Of course.” She is grateful for his care in asking, but it is difficult to imagine a world in which this touch could be unwelcome.
Continue on Archive of Your Own
#together#updated!#my writing#newtina#newtina fanfiction#post sod#it's finally here!#thanks for your patience#not that you had a choice
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Back on Grindeldore and Tom being a Menace.
Voldemort is back from his new travels and has requested a job talk to Hogwarts (for the third time).
But this time, he travelled to Austria too.
Albus: ... Let's skip the pretense, shall we? What do you want, again, Tom?
LV: direct, I like it. I've deeply thought about our last chat. And so I've done like you suggested.
Albus: meaning?
LV: love, the grand force of love. I went and lengthy researched on it. And my, the things I've discovered.
Albus: i don't have time for your games, Tom.
LV: i went to Austria, Dumbledore. Oh, yes, do you start to understand, now? Austrian winter is very harsh, Nurmengard is not so hospitable. Poor Gellert Grindelwald was so very weak...
Albus: what did you do to him?
LV: oh, now you want to know? Weren't you worried about his disappearance? It was so very easy to break him out...
Albus: TOM!
LV: .... And break him was as much as easy.
Albus: where is he?! Where is he, Tom?!
LV: touching. Do you still care? Amazing. He was convinced you didn't, you see. Oh at the start he screamed your name like you were going to come and save him in any moments. But soon he remembered you hated him, you had rejected him, and then... He just stopped fighting.
Albus: *starts raising*
LV: stay down, Dumbledore, or it will be a real duel. Do you want to gamble your chances?
Albus: *sits down*
LV: here, not so hard, following my orders, is it? I prefer you like this.
Albus: *very softly* where is he?
LV: the things I've seen in his mind, Albus. Do you know the memory of the time you had together during your youth shone like a beacon? Do you know he is still desperately in love with you? After all this time? So touching. And yes, I've see. Everything. Ready to subjugate the Muggles, weren't we? Ready to burn the world and build a new one. "For the greater good". Wise words, Albus, very wise. How do you think your allies will feel when they will hear how much a revolutionary you were?
Albus, almost screaming: where is he?!
LV, smiling: oh, that's so touching. Do you still love him, Albus? Your murderous dangerous husband? Do you still want him? Even if it has been years since you went to meet him? Or do you wish he was dead? Free, at least, from his love? Now i understand the strength of love, you know?
Albus, putting an hand in his face: ...
LV: love made you so bloody pathetic you could not bear to touch an hair on his head, after he cheated the elections. Love made him so weak he couldn't bear to attack your defenseless back. Love created an artifact that could literally choke you, regardless of your magical power. Love is terrible, illogical, wild, violent, poisonous. But fate blessed Lord Voldemort: I'm completely free of its poisonous holding. You on the other hand...
Albus, having recomposed himself : do you want to fight, Tom? I will give you your duel.
LV: who wants a fight, Albus? I don't want to fight, you still don't understand? I want to rule, as I was born to. So listen carefully: when I will be out of here, I will go to your dear husband and I will kill him. Yes, he's not in good shape but still kicking. But. You can choose to come with me. To be my prisoner. And I will most generously allow you both to live. I'm very generous today, I will let you share your cell! So Albus. What do you choose?
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Just realized that the whole sequence from Jacob getting cruciatus to the threeway spell clash probably (just guessing here) mirrors the sequence of events of what happened between the Dumbledores and Gellert, just some differences in persons and outcomes. Also...do you feel like the qilin twins reflect not only AD and GG but also Newt and Credence as proteges under both wizards? Down to color schemes, with the living qilins hair almost identical to Newt's. One thrives, the other suffering and corrupted
You're right about both. The only difference is that this time the brothers stand together from the beginning. Even the series of events is similar: Aberforth tried to tell Albus that it wasn't safe for Ariana to travel, but Albus was focused on the greater good and didn't listen immediately. Here Aberforth tried to step forward and protect Credence immediately and Albus held him for a moment with regard to the greater good. Aberforth and Albus use protective spells at about the same time, but Aberforth's is first; he was faster. Albus' collides with his and then the two spells unitedly hit Gellert's curse. At the same time it's done in a way that doesn't substitute the duel. It wouldn't make the flashbacks feel repetitive. It puts the brothers, whose relationship has been shaped by loss and blame, in a position where they are bound by saving a family member. This doesn't erase their past, but it puts them on better grounds. It's funny how the entire movie is filled with foil for Albus and Grineldore.
As for Newt and Credence, I agree. I think that the two Qilin's represent the duality of thriving because of being cared for and loved as opposed to withering and dying when being poisoned by anger and hatred in general. In the first movie we knew that Credence was dying, he was withdrawn and he could barely speak because he was so scared and traumatized by being abused and Grindelwald. He was in a terrible position because he wasn't with his family and ended up in abusive hands. Similarly, Credence was torn away from his own family. When Gellert tried to use him he was treating him well and he always touched his cheek or neck to manipulate him with proximity. In SoD he is initially good to the Qilin and tries to make it look at him and see a righteous leader in him. Because of the way he is lead to exposure, Credence is 'killed' and 'revived'. Gellert killed and revived the Qilin. Gellert twists Credence's biggest wish: to find his family. He makes him twisted, broken and manipulates him into pursuing a goal that is the opposite of what Credence meant to do. Similarly he twists the Qilin into compliance, making a travesty of his purpose to choose a righteous leader who has values and integrity. Even the way the dead Qilin moves has the same quality we see Credence struggling at the end. On the other hand Newt has this ability to see into people and to understand whether they are good and simply struggling or if they are just corrupt and Albus trusts his opinion more than he trusts himself, but at the same time he can't accept Newt's positive evaluation of his character. The same thing happens with the living Qilin.
I have heard so many saying that the plot was not good, but as someone who adores themes and metaphors I'm absolutely in love of how the plot is written in a way that emphasizes the characters and makes you think deeper about their circumstances and their relationships.
#fantastic beasts#the secrets of dumbledore#newt scamander#credence barenone#aurelius dumbledore#albus dumbledore#asks#sod meta#sod spoilers
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so i just watched secrets of dumbledore for the third time and hhhhhh i’ve got so many things to talk about i don’t even know where to start!! obviously, this is full of spoilers btw
i love jacob he’s amazing. i love how he held his pan in the beginning and how he put the niffler in it. i also love how he told queenie that dumbledore was wrong about his heart being full because there will always be space for her in it like boy adkgjfjg he’s so in love with her he’s so sweet
then there’s lally and omfg i love her. she’s so cool?? like? i love her she’s amazing the scene where jacob 'tried to assassinate grindelwald'? amazing amazing i loved it
yk how the first message we see on the mirror was 'forgive me' and it was written by aberforth? idk abt you guys but when i first watched the movie i was like hmm but then forgot about it and when i re-watched it it made so much sense. very good example of a hermeneutic circle imo
then there’s the scene where the qilin walked past both santos and tao and they looked at eachother for a second. and it wasn’t a look of 'why isn’t it me?' but of 'why is it neither of us/why is it him?' and i loveddd that hhhh. it really shows that they would’ve been happy with either of them as the winner and that they respect and like eachother. i love that for them and everybody else bc that means they’d both be at least decent leaders
i prefer short-haired credence. he just.. looks like snape. this brings us to my moms theory, being that he’ll become snape. i’m too lazy to type it all out rn but she’s actually got more points than i thought at first, dven though i believe it’s too crazy to be true lol.
so, we didn’t see nagini in here at all and... i’m not really disappointed? even though i thought i’d be? she just didn’t fit the plot this time but i hope to see her in the next movie
i really really like mads as grindelwald. he looks exactly like i’ve always imagined grindelwald looking and honestly, he acts him really well. i liked johnny as grindelwald but he was always a miscast for me and mads fits him so much better imo. a friend of mine said she prefers johnny bc he’s johnny bc he feels a lot more like an actual authority but tbh, i like how mads makes me feel more like he’s a normal person. like, he’s not connected to normal people at all and everybody sees him as authority anyway, but it doesn’t feel like he’s better and different from others?? because, in the end, he’s just some guy with fantasies? idk
now, then there’s the second qilin that bowed before dumbledore and santos. i liked that it bowed before dumbledore, it enhanced the plot and it fits, so, yes. it bowing before santos? zero plot enhancement, unneccessary and a waste of potentional. ever since i saw jacob 'playing' with the qilin for the firat time, it was clear for me that it’ll bow before him. especially after all the 'you’ve got a filled heart' talk and everybody else who called him a good guy. and just imagine how much plot enhancement we would’ve gotten! if he was the second person it’d bowed to, the people would’ve seen that muggles are good (i mean, many know, but for the sake of the crowds mind/not thinking for yourself and following the crowd (which btw was shown really well during the scenes in bhutan, imo)) and it would’ve also helped jacob to believe all of the talk about him being a good guy. i mean, santos would’ve won anyways because neither dumbledore nor jacob were candidates so the people should’ve just voted and i’m quite sure she would’ve won, so... i’m kinda mad it didn’t bow before jacob.
i really liked the scenes of, before and right after the duel between dumbledore and credence. idk, they were really pretty and i loved the ,,he’s not here for you. he’s here for me.’’ especially because credence clearly doesn’t know it’s because he’ll die soon, bdcause if he did, he would’ve said it’s there for dumbledore. but dumbledore knows and i think this is where he realises that he’s dying very soon, it’s the first time he sees the phoenix near credence.
i only realised when i watched it the second time but do you know who’s there when grindelwald 'revives' the qilin? 1) credence, obviously, which makes sense, because he wants him there, and we know that anyway because he talks to him during the scene. 2) that girl from paris (i hate her, btw), which also makes sense, because she’s where he is at least 99% of the time, unless he sends her away. and 3) vogel. ?? i mean, we know he’s rooting for grindelwald, at least after the scene where he tries to show that his qilin is alive (which it isn’t, and he knows), but i didn’t know the two were that close. tbh, i can’t really think of any other reason grindelwald wanted him there except for him trusting him not to tell anyone and wanting him to see it for whatever reason i can’t think of right now. it took a lot of trust though, he could’ve given him the not-so-alive qilin anyway without telling him about anything of that, but he chose to have him watch. really makes me wonder about their history. i mean, he only had people there with him who he trusted and who were, in a way, very close to him. so what exactly was vogel doing there??
then there’s grindelwald and dumbledores battle and afkfjghfgsfh. i’m not going to repeat what everybody else on here already said about it but. the small step grindelwald made towards dumbledore when he walked away to pick up the blood pact. right in the feels. the ,,who’s going to love you now, dumbledore?’’ right in the feels. also, is it just me or is that a clear statement of him still loving dumbledore? because, like, it’s clear that he did love him, just from this sentence alone. but it very heavily implies that he still loves him but now he defenitly has to stop because they’re gonna have to fight.
i reaaally like yusuf kama, btw! i feel like he’d be great as both a 'good' or a 'bad' guy and ngl i’m just excited to see more of him in general because i think he’s very interesting
i probably forgot half of the things i wanted to say but yeah 👍
#secrets of dumbledore#albus dumbledore#gellert grindelwald#yusuf kama#jacob kowalski#lally hicks#btw guys if you have any fics with vogel and gellert interacting.#send them to me PLEASE#i read a chinese one on deepl few days ago bc it was the only one i could find.#i’m desperate okay#ramble ramble
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Here’s my Jamie story! Add yours!
I first saw him as Gellert Grindelwald in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and if the books hadn’t convinced me that something was going on between young Albus and Gellert, that photo of him definitely did. Then I YouTubed him and found out about Sweeney Todd, saw it and fell in love with him. Then he was also in Twilight as a Volturi! They are, in my opinion one of the if not the most, fascinating part of the whole series and deserved their own spin off instead of Bree Tanner????
Anyway, back to JCB. He kind of fell of my radar because I was more into other people and things atm. I discovered his Bedales Rock Show video some time later and again fell in love with his amazing voice. I was not a Mortal Instruments fan but I watched those interviews! And boy those interviews were really exposing weren’t they? People in 2010s did not give af. They just made me fall in love with Jamie even more!
I think it was the Counterfeit era though that cemented my love, lust, admiration for this man! I have struggled with addiction, depression and I am very glad to be alive today and his lyrics were extremely healing and got some of my rage out. He also looks so beautiful and powerful and passionate and amazing in all of his shows! I wish I could have attended one!
I keep rediscovering this man over and over again. And we are back to it in 2022 - thank you ST and his becoming more active on everywhere and giving more interviews!
Its so funny that Jamie fits exactly into my type or maybe my type is because Jamie was my first big celebrity crush? Idk. But tall lean slightly muscular guy with floppy hair? Yes. A creative, sensitive, expressive and passionate person? Doesn’t adhere to gender norms and is probably bisexual and just soft and not traditionally masculine? Yes!! Cares about world issues and social Justice issues and is intersectionally inclusive? PLEASEEE. Is spiritual and thoughtful, genuinely funny and into supernatural spooky dark shit? Double yes!! As a bonus and as we know thanks to whoever stalked his follows and found the bdsm account, he is also a freak in the bedroom but also super polite and consensual and most probably a switch! Also yes the hand kink is very much real irl too.
I wish I was joking when I said this but I have had two long term serious relationships with exactly these type of guys and have liked other people who have most of these traits and when I say people.
Coming to the end of this VERY long post, I am just so glad Jamie is back on our screens and is putting out spectacular new music and is so vocal about his thoughts and processes! This man!
#jamie campbell bower#sweeney todd#gellert grindelwald#dumbledore x grindelwald#twilight#caius volturi#will tnt#counterfeit#vecna stranger things#henry creel#lgbtqplus#mental health#addiction#spooky#supernatural
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new lotrop trailer thoughts/reactions
etc etc going to be spoilers for stuff that happens in the canon and possibly leaks and shit here. some mixed feelings in this one
bear with me though apparently the prologue was shown at sdcc, so I'm definitely going to have Thoughts on that one because it's all going to be first age. so expect another post from me on this whenever this is all leaked.
I don't think this is because it's supposed to be bodies but this reminds me of that massive hill of bodies after the nirnaeth. what's it called. haudh-en-nirnaeth! decent portrayal of how bad all of that was. though this can't be the nirnaeth since galadriel didn't get involved in that. like even if they're putting her in bragollach she'd have no reason to be in nirnaeth since she would be with nargothrond/doriath in hating the sons of feanor right now. so probably post-war of wrath or maybe post bragollach, but galadriel girl why are you walking around in that white dress
definitely finrod right :( a bit sad he has short hair. but I guess that's par for the course at this point. also this seems like a bit more elaborate of a tomb than I imagined for what beren and luthien would have been able to do? idk though I really am overdue for a reread.
the wounds do look werewolf-y which is good I was worried they might change his death somehow.
Galadriel is wearing the same looking clothes as the previous thing so maybe this is a... visit to finrod's tomb and mourning stuff in the bragollach/nirnaeth? idk.
reminds me of a morgul blade. I've seen some theories this kid would end up being a nazgul at some point and I guess this does somewhat lend to it since the blade is like. going out.
#FeanorWasHere
apparently this is sauron. I'm so pissed this is sauron. he looks very evil and he's NOT SUPPOSED TO. he's supposed to be ethereally beautiful here that's like the whole point.
or I guess they're doing sauron like this throughout the first season and then he vanishes and returns all pretty as annatar? but he still should look decently pretty I think. I think he's got to be pretty while he can.
like I had this problem back when I was into hp too with grindelwald like he's supposed to look pretty. I'm so sick of evil having this real specific look to signify specific appearances of "evil" let evil people be pretty too. or let pretty people be evil. it's more fun that way.
come on lotrop don't you want people to be writing their celebrimbor/sauron fanfiction this sauron and this celebrimbor have like none of the potential tumblr fangirls would go for. know your audience.
EDIT: Apparently this is a different character likely a sauron/morgoth follower, played by a woman. So probably not Sauron. False alarm! We can go back to our laundry list of people that could possibly be him.
That is pretty interesting though and it'll be neat to see how these people eventually tie in with the Morgoth Followers in Numenor presumably in later seasons.
Looks like they're keeping the same portrayal of balrogs as the jackson films which is interesting! and probably a good move you'd have movie-only fans whining about how they're destroying the lore despite balrog portrayal being very up in the air.
anyways that's the trailer I'm just hanging around waiting for someone to leak the prologue. I heard there's supposed to be feanor. and if that happens I am going to scream and cry and throw up.
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