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Lowly Desires Remake Drabble. Part 1
Yandere Gellert Grindelwald x Female Muggle and younger Reader.
You sighed and saw the fog come out of your breath. It was cold as ever in the cellar you chained. 
How long have you been kidnapped by that ugly old man? You remembered being taken away at the airport. You were about to be picked up by your parents. You have never seen them since. 
“I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living…”
The beauty of your face matched your lovely voice whether singing or speaking. Pure and clear.
No wonder why your “master” would refer to you as princess and “Muggle”. You didn't know what that meant. But you knew it was degrading. And if he was angry as in a bad mood or impatient with your attitude as you tried to stop him from raping your ass. He would call you slut and bitch a lot. 
You rolled your eyes. You don't remember offending him. Why does he hate you so much? He kept saying how he will kill you. But, he still won't do it. He should be bored of you by now. He took your virginity. The first time he entered your college dorm as you were unpacking for your first year. 
Then he left. You quit college to tell your parents what happened. But, he came back and kidnapped you. You resisted at first and fought. But he would use a magic wand and his strength to torture you. You realized that magic was real. And Muggle must mean someone like you who cannot do magic.
It was odd. He kept being racist to you. But he just couldn't keep himself from touching you. If you were so bad and low as he said you were. Why can't he leave you alone or kill you already?
That confused you.
You were scared to die and begged to not be killed. But, he tortured you mentally so hard that you not only lost interest to live but wanted to die. You got nightmares and knew life wouldn't be the same even if he let you go. Broken. Damaged beyond repair.
Old hag. You felt old inside despite being only 18. What have you become? An old witch. 
Life has killed the dream I dreamed. 
Then he came. A man with ice cold eyes and an undercut entered your cell and grabbed you after using his wand to free you from your chains. 
He didn't speak but he pushed you inside a bathroom. He ordered you to bathe or else.
Were you going somewhere? Home?
Maybe you should give it a try to start a normal life. 
You did as you were told and then saw a dress. A long sequined and green mermaid style dress. Expensive. A party?
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Suddenly, the dress inserted itself on you by itself and your hair was styled to a professional updo. The man from before once again grabbed you and led you to a waiting limousine outside what appeared to be a grand estate. 
You were in a cell of a mansion the whole time?
You knew your capturer was rich because of his expensive suits whenever he visited you in the cell. 
But, this was a castle. Ancient too.
“The Master will meet us at the grand party.” The man sat next to you and ordered the driver to start.
You inwardly groaned. What does that ugly old man want now?
Please ignore the size and race of that lady. I needed to find an emerald sequined dress on Pinterest
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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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dyrise · 1 year
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"The world as we know it is coming undone. Gellert is pulling it apart with hate, bigotry".
I know it’s been ages since I last tried to study Jude’s and Mads’ facial expressions in Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, but as surprising as it may sound, I’m back with a new analysis! There’s still a lot to say about the restaurant clip, but I really wanted to focus on that scene in which Dumbledore have a talk with Newt and Theseus because I’ve never discussed it before despite it being really interesting as well. We’ll never say that enough: Jude Law is a real maestro.
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So, in this scene, Dumbledore is briefly mentioning Grindelwald’s doings and the methods he’s using in order to try and take over the world. He disapproves them, obviously, and Jude did a phenomenal job showing the distress Dumbledore is feeling at that moment. He’s finally admitting out loud that his former lover’s completely went astray and he’s truly devastated by that. First, you can tell that he’s lost in his own thoughts by the way he’s avoiding eye contact with Theseus while acknowledging the truth: "Gellert [btw, notice how he’s calling him by his first name] is pulling it apart with hate" -> he’s looking to the side, which is also a gesture associated with shame and anxiety. Is he ashamed by what Grindelwald has become? I think it would make sense since we know that he feels responsible for fueling his ideas when they were younger. He takes part of the blame.
Then, the more he’s speaking, the more he seems to be struggling. The expression he has after adding "bigotry" is a look of disgust: his eyebrows are pulled down, his nose is wrinkled, his upper lip is pulled up and the corners are turned down… But these small movements can also be associated with pain and that’s what makes them even more interesting to study. The facial expressions of pain and disgust are often quite hard to tell apart but what characterizes pain the most is the contraction of the muscles surrounding the eyes. On the screenshot I shared, you can clearly see that Jude’s eyes are almost closed. What does it mean? Dumbledore is not only ashamed and sickened by Grindelwald’s actions: he’s truly pained. And to me it looks like Jude purposely exaggerated his facial movements to emphasize Dumbledore’s suffering. He was given no directions in the script but once again, he nailed it.
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grindeldore3 · 1 month
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So here's the cover for the book I am going to start, titled "To err is Human, To forgive Divine". (I think errors suit GGAD)
This cover-art is more like a draft only. I can't tell... maybe it is final or maybe it is not, like the text is just 'placed upon' for now(?) and I might add or subtract something. I already changed it many times though 😅. Its never easy to get satisfied with your own art.
(+ I tried so hard, multiple times to draw figures of Albus and Gellert in that pink blue region but in the end I just surrendered. It wasn't getting right in any way. I settled with big lavenders)
Suggestions for improvement are always dearly welcome!
{Medium of this artwork is Soft Pastels on 120GSM paper}
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Blue fire and silver smoke
Gellert Grindelwald x fem reader
Warnings: slight manipulation, fluff, sweet Grindelwald. A little Newt Scamander x reader.
A/n: damn you Amber heard!
Summary: Y/n is the daughter of Salazar Slitherin, Gellert takes a liking to her and her abilities, but what they did not intent was the falling in love part. So when he asks her to join him in the blue ring of fire, she is faced with a choice. Fallow her heart and take his hand, or go with Newt and the rest of her friends.
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"Pledge to me, your eternal allegiance." Grindelwald said.
He did a 360° turn and held out his wand, blue fire appeared in a circle around him and one of the witches ran through. A couple more until a man attempted it and was burnt to a crisp.
Y/n watched as Queenie was trying to get Jacob to come with her.
"Walk with me!" She screamed.
"You're crazy." Jacob replied in a hushed tone.
Queenie ran through the fire and took Grindelwald's hand, she apparated into thin air then Gellert turned his attention to Y/n.
"I know this is hard for you, My dear." He whispered. "Leaving your friends to come with me is no easy task. But think of a world without me, the warm embrace you always look for from me. The tender love you always receive, just to be snatched from you because you'd rather be with them."
Tears filled Y/n's eyes, she looked down to the floor, Newt tried to go to her but was stopped by a wall of flames.
"Come with me, my sweet. And I promise you will never feel sorrow." Grindelwald said as he started up the steps towards her. "Come with me, and you'll never feel alone again."
He stopped when he was toe to toe with her, Gellert tilted her head up so she was looking at him.
"Forget about them, just us." He pressed his lips to her's and gently pulled her into a hug.
"Y/n! Do you not see what he's doing!? He's manipulation you!" Newt yelled. "He doesn't love you!"
Gellert pressed Y/n's head to his chest and ran his fingers through her hair. "If I didn't love you little one, then why would I be waisting my time?"
She nodded and hugged him tighter, Gellert chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
"Now, my dear. We have plans to unfold."
He took Y/n's hand and led her into the ring, she locked eyes with Newt. Tears ran down his cheeks and he shook his head.
"No, Y/n. Don't do this."
A smile spread across her face before she winked and apparated before his eyes. There was a gentle voice in his head that suddenly whispered...
"Until next time, my little Newt."
Realization hit him...
"Y/n?"
THE END ❤️
I hope you like it @kpopgirlbtssvt
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Albus was walking down the Rue Vieille du Temple, balancing a pile of books he had just purchased under one arm, a small bag of groceries in the other, while also trying to eat a sweet pastry he had just bought at the small cafe on the corner. Perhaps he should have taken a detour to the small park at the end of the street. Enjoyed his morning tea with a hot chocolate while taking in the sunshine and starting one of the books he had just purchased.
He was quite enjoying living here in Paris. He was still working with Nicolas, although he had also branched out and had started to research dragons on all things. Well, specifically, dragons blood and the different uses for them. He was hoping to complete a research paper once he had felt he had exhausted his search for the various uses for them but he wasn't quite there yet.
It was Sunday and he had taken the day for himself, slipping in between the Muggle and magical streets of the city. Most of the books had some from the Wizarding Book Store but he had enjoying some Muggle literature lately as well. The sweet pastry was from the Muggle cafe. The owners were always so sweet and were determined to set him up with their daughter. He always politely declined, knowing he couldn't begin to explain the complicated situation of not only his magical capabilities but also that he preferred the company of men. That was still frowned upon in non magical society, even here in Europe.
He sighed softly at the brief thought of Gellert lingered. He tried hard not to think about him too often, although it was almost impossible not to. They'd spoken to travelling here together, holding rallys here one day. It wasn't why he had moved here. He'd simply finally taken Nicolas up on the apprenticeship offer when Godrics Hollow became too stiffing to handle anymore. He hadn't seen Gellert since that night, when Gellert ran off and never returned. He'd heard whispers and rumours of the movement he was starting but Albus tried as hard as he could to ignore them. But it was getting harder as the rumours had increased in their frequency.
He had been so lost in thought, he collided with someone walking in the opposite direction. He just managed to save his pile of books from slipping from his grasp with only a slight hold of magic. He started to apologise profusely, looking up at the stranger he had incidentally assaulted before he almost dropped his books for a second time.
"Gellert."
@rp-tea-and-magic
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the-dark-ghost · 4 months
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The Rooftops of New York • Short Part
the first part of People Like Me Break Beautiful Things.
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The rooftops in the lower areas of New York are really compact, they are narrowed one next to the other and they facilitate the running of any human being with the capacity and courage enough to ride on them without thinking that he might fall. Percival ran above them for a long time, barely getting to any interesting points and not getting close enough to his target. The subject who was running from him or more like mocking him he was simply not exhausted, not like Percival, he moved like a strong, agile shadow and crossed the ceilings with a subtlety greater than a cat's. Although in the same way he also got tired, not from running but from being chased.
"I never thought you'd be interested" the man said as he straightened his clothes.
"What?" Percival said as he tried to calm his heavy breathing.
Both of them had run over the roofs of New York like a couple of crazy people. Graves was tired and that was very obvious. The guy in front of him didn't seem to have lost a single solid breath in the process, that was just friendly yet terrifying at the same time.
"Seriously?" he inquired with a wildly ironic tone of voice "Will you face another dark sorcerer again? I didn't think you would be so stupid.
Percival ground his teeth and frowned. He now he truly was upset but he didn't know what to do, fear gripped him faster than anger. How the hell did that man know about Grindelwald, or was he talking about something else and another dark sorcerer?, Percival wasn't quite sure about that and being terrified. In his time inside the hideous cell in which he had been held captive he was never allowed to shave or cut his hair because it would simply have been ridiculous for Gellert to let him do it. Percival, over time, was able to remove his beard but he could never get rid of long hair, he trimmed it down to just shaggy and full of long, straight brown locks but just that.
In fact Percival had forgotten to shave his facial hair but it didn't matter at the moment.
"Fuck off" Graves yelled with all his might.
"Sorry?" he replied as made a gesture with one of his hands over his ear and one of his eyebrows raised "A curse from the mouth of the correct director of security at MACUSA?, what am i supposed to think?
"You killed people, you put the organization and our society at stake!
"Speak for yourself" he warned him "I'm not one of you...
"What are you taking about?" Graves inquired while his breathing had already completely normalized.
Now it could be said that Percival was a bit more confused than before. If the subject was not one of yours, then where was he supposed to be from? Because he was the director of security he had always thought that the man whose name he did not know was simply an obscurian because of his strange evil abilities. But now he was telling him otherwise and Percival had to believe him because a man like that in front of him would lie in many ways but never with something like that.
"What are you then?" he insisted again.
"Well, It's hard to say with just a few words. Of course, here, in your world, I am... a muggle? No, no, of course not! Am I... a animagus maybe?
"Stop playing the fucking jerk. Tell me what you are.
"Do you need it to kill me?," he said" Let's just say I'm not a human, that's pretty clear. There's no need to tell you my story or my family tree so I'll cut things short... I am a different sorcerer, a demon.
Percival frowned and was silent. The man with no apparent identity, to the magician's eyes, took advantage of the disconcerting confusion and blew up with telekinesis or something similar one of the pieces of scrap metal that were stored in the roof where they were both. The piece struck Percival in the side and knocked him to the ground, his head hit the ground violently and simply knocked him out of the game. The subject approached him slowly, hands behind his back. As the mage felt the blood begin to gush from the nape of his neck, the man squatted down and smiled at him, a crooked, wrongly charming grin in Percival's unfocused eyes.
"By the way, call me Walter," he said before darkness was everything.
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metalomagnetic · 2 years
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What would happen if all of Voldemort’s love interests from your fics met up? I’d think Tom would try and kill them all but lmao 🤣 other than that?
Just because I love you, and for the Big Day tomorrow, I wrote this to amuse you!
Canon Voldemort 
Voldemort frantically turns the pages of the eight book he read that night. His fingers had gone numb from all the notes he took, there’s ink all over them. But he can’t stop. He needs to find a way to send all these lunatics back to their dimensions.
Bella isn’t so bad, but she’s walking around claiming they have a daughter together, keeps trying to talk to him about the girl. Delphini. As if Voldemort would ever allow any progeny of his, however unlikely, to be called Delphini. 
Then there’s Bella’s crazy cousin, with a dark mark on his arm that Voldemort did not put there. He looks hostile and destructive, and Voldemort is pretty sure he’s drunk. “Do you remember that time when you called me a big boy? What did you mean by that?” he slurs at Voldemort, speaking from behind a wall of smoke coming from his cigarette.
Abraxas Malfoy, pouting in a corner, with well manicured nails.
Grindelwald, who, for some reason, looks like a young man, calls Voldemort ‘liebling’, talks about returning to their cabin and eating strawberries.
Then there’s Potter. He mostly hides behind Dumbledore, but at some point he started drinking with his godfather, and when he was sufficiently inebriated, he showed Voldemort a wedding ring. “We’re married,” he hiccuped. “We’re raising our daughter together.”
And if *that* didn’t freak Voldemort out, well- Albus fucking Dumbledore, with a mane of red hair, gives him lust filled looks.
But nothing, nothing is as panic inducing as the young man that refuses to leave Voldemort’s side. Himself. His younger self. He calls Voldemort ‘Marvolo’ and he has a terrifying possessive look in his eyes.
Voldemort really needs to find a way to get rid of all these people, send them back from whatever hell spawned them. And he also needs to find the versions of himself, from all of these dimensions, that apparently get entangled with the worst partners ever.
Bella
Her poor lord looks stressed. He’s hiding behind his books, stacking heavy tomes atop the other, hunching behind them. Bella would like to go and talk to him, comfort him, but the boy- Tom- threatened to cut her open and eat her if she gets closer. She’d have laughed at anyone that dared say that to her, but this Tom seems to be her lord’s younger self, so she’s hesitant.
She’s certain she can charm him, too, if she has to. After all, if she charmed her lord, how hard could it be to get to this adolescent? 
Her lord would pick her over all these other contenders, she’s certain. She’s his most loyal, and she gave him a daughter. She’s the only woman there, definitely the most attractive out of the bunch. Well, there’s Malfoy that looks almost as lovely as her, and then there’s Sirius- but Sirius seems confused as to why he’s there. He’s too drunk to make sense, anyway. 
Bella will surely win her lord’s attention.
Abraxas
Tom looks more menacing than ever, standing at the side of the man that must be his future self. Abraxas tried to draw him away and ask him what in Merlin’s name was happening, but Tom told him to get lost. He called him ‘Abraxas’ instead of ‘Malfoy’, as if they’re friends, as if Abraxas hadn’t sucked his prick just the day before.
All these strange people are crammed together in a room, and Abraxas is getting uncomfortable. A blond man that looks suspiciously like a picture of Grindelwald he once saw in an old paper keeps giving him dirty looks.
Abraxas wants his father to come and get him out of there.
Gellert
His liebling is close to hysteria. The boy at his side looks more like the man Gellert is spending eternity with, but Gellert knows his true liebling is the older man taking notes, muttering curses and threatening  to kill everyone. That’s the murderous, psychotic man he knows and loves, even if he’s lacking a nose. But his eyes are precious, red and sweet, like the strawberries they have back home.
Gellert will let him struggle with his books for a little while longer, and then he’ll go and show him the solution.
No one else can help him with this conundrum; he’ll value me above all others.
Well, there’s Albus there, looking quite handsome if Gellert is honest with himself. He could potentially have a solution for the predicament they find themselves in. But he looks so confused, talking with that Potter lad, so Gellert knows he has no competition.
Sirius
Sirius is never drinking again. Merlin, I promise, I swear I won’t ever drink or take muggle drugs ever again. This is the weirdest hallucination he’s ever had. Apparently, everyone there is Voldemort’s lover. Ridiculous. I don’t even like men! Well, not that much. He doesn’t think so, at least.
Voldemort somehow lost his nose, even if he was just fine the last time Sirius saw him.
There’s a boy that claims he’s James’ son; he does look like Prongs, and he has Lily’s eyes. Sirius thinks this new Potter has a crush on him, which just freaks him out.
Bella’s older, but just as hot as always. Sirius decides to go sit at her side, these other people are freaking him out, but his eyes keep getting distracted by Tom. Sirius once saw Tom in a picture, but Morgana’s tits, the picture didn’t do him justice.
He’s- well, he’s interesting, isn’t he? And he’s so furious, too, guarding noseless Voldemort from anyone that attempts to approach him.
Albus
Albus can’t believe he fell for a dark lord. Again. When the poor boy named Harry fills him in on everything, he feels incredibly betrayed.
Voldemort. What a stupid, ridiculous name. And the lies someone told this Harry- as if Albus would ever treat a child as badly as Voldemort claims he’d been treated. Outrageous!
And when Harry gets drunk, he accuses Albus of sending him to his death, just to get rid of Voldemort. The boy must be under a powerful confundus spell.
“Oh, no, he’s correct,” Gellert says, hearing Albus speaking to himself. “You turned out to be a terrible, patronising, manipulating arsehole.”
Albus tries to ignore him. He’s studied the room, and the runes inscribed in the corner seem to say that they can only get out of it when Voldemort chooses one of them as a partner.
And Albus really has to get out of there. He needs to make sure he learns all he can about this dark Lord Voldemort that pretended to be Tom Gaunt, and find a way to defeat him and stop him from terrorising the world.
Only there’s another Tom Gaunt at his side. A boy- no older than seventeen, maybe eighteen. There’s a hungry look in his eyes. He looks fierce, but he looks vulnerable, too.
Albus thinks there’s still hope for him. Albus plans to get out of that room with Tom and Harry, and try to look after them, protect them from Voldemort. Maybe the boys will be a good influence on each other.
Harry
Harry wants his Voldemort. He forgot how awful the original was. How insane. He hisses to himself, scribbling like crazy, promising death and torture to no one in particular.
He’s even ignoring Bellatrix, which his Voldemort would have never done.
Yet Harry’s having somewhat of a good time. In the back of his head he’s certain his Voldemort, urged by Delphini, will find a way to get him out of that room and deal with Original Voldemort. In the meantime, Harry finally gets to have some drinks with Sirius.
God, but he’s so hot.
And he feels a bit less guilty, seeing that even Sirius, in another dimension, had fallen pray to Voldemort’s manipulations.
“I am not fucking him, I swear!” Sirius protests. “Merlin’s balls, I don’t even like men! I just had a blowjob or two from some muggle men, but only because I was drunk!”
And there’s Dumbledore. Even Dumbledore fell in love with a version of Voldemort.
Really, I had no chance. Harry feels so much better now, conscience clean for once.
If Sirius is hot- well, then Tom Riddle is also hot. Though he insists his name is Tom Gaunt. Not that he talked to Harry- oh no, Sirius and Dumbledore had to stop this Tom Gaunt from killing Harry, as soon as they met and the confusion was over.
And Voldemort himself had to stop Tom from killing Bellatrix. He almost didn’t make it in time, Tom’s fingers around her throat, before Voldemort finally pulled him off her.
After another drink with Sirius, Harry decides to go over to Bellatrix and talk about Delphini.
Tom
“Can you stop touching me?” Marvolo asks, voice high and a little desperate. “I’m trying to focus!”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright,” Tom tells him, softly.
Marvolo hadn’t rested in a long time. Tom just wants to convince him to take a break and sleep.
“Sleep? Are you irrational? Sleep? With Dumbledore and Potter here? With Grindelwald?”
“I’d protect you,” Tom assures him. “No one would get past me.”
Marvolo looks at him. “We both know you’re the biggest threat out of all of them.”
Tom smiles. His Marvolo was always paranoid Tom will turn on him. But Tom would never.
Abraxas keeps trying to talk to him. Apparently they were lovers in his dimension. Tom shudders, internally. Though, really, Abraxas wouldn’t have been that bad. Not compared to Dumbledore. Or Grindelwald.
How is Tom supposed to kill these two?
He is sure he will make short work of Potter and Bellatrix. Abraxas, too. But Dumbledore and Grindelwald....
I’ll find a way. No one will take Marvolo away from me.
Sirius Black looks like his mother, only somehow better. He keeps eyeing Tom, now and again.
Maybe Tom could spare this one, keep him as a pet. Maybe he could fuck him, and pretend he’s Marvolo.
Tom smiles. Yes, he could do that. Just as soon as he gets some food into Marvolo, who looks like if he’d have hair, he would be ripping it off.
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How about 2 and 4 for Gellert?
I Can't Lose You
Prompt 2 - Losing you would be a nightmare
Prompt 4 - But you have me now
Gellert Grindelwald x Reader
Words - 358
Notes - I’m so sorry this took so long. Hope you Enjoy :)
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It's been about six months since Gellert has been captured. Since he's been captured you've bought a small house practically in the middle of nowhere (it's not like you haven't done some bad things as well). You've started a little garden with fruits and veggies. Over the months you've kept the house clean. You've furnished it to your liking and have decorated it beautifully. You don't see people much besides when you go into town to shop every so often. It's a small town and you haven't had any problems. You've tried to keep up with any recent news about Gellert but staying hidden and keeping up with everything is hard to do. You're sitting in the garden on your swing bench, reading the most recent newspaper (that you own), when all of a sudden you see a carriage fly down extremely fast and land in front of your home. You pull your wand from its spot on your belt. You close your book and slowly get up and walk to the gate of the fence. You watch as the door slowly opens and out steps a man. The man you’ve been waiting for for six months. The love of your life and the one who was taken from you. Gellert closes the door behind him and looks into your eyes. You remain motionless behind the gate. At a loss for words and motion, staring into the eyes of your lover.
“Is it really you?” you softly ask.
“It is, my love, I have left you for far too long.” he cautiously walks towards you. Not sure if you fully believe him.
“Oh my god.” you almost whisper. Suddenly unlocking the gate, sending it flying open. You rush into his arms, sharing a small hug, then a very passionate kiss. 
When you break free you stare into his eyes a little longer. “I thought I was going to lose you. I couldn't bear it, losing you would be a nightmare”
“Yes, but you have me now.”
“I know. Let's get you cleaned up, huh?” you give him a small smile, before taking his hand and leading him inside.
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Stripped Final Chapter (Mpreg, Alpha/Omega)
Summary: Gellert returns. Before he gives birth, Dan has a special visitor. Albus' nephew is born. While Albus recovers, Gellert finds out how hard parenting is. Albus and Gellert have a disagreement. The mates say goodbye to the Omegas and move to Nurmengard.
A/N: Much of this is based on my own experience of having a newborn. So, now that this story is ending, I can work more on book two of my original science fiction work, Temporal Protection Agency.
https://www.amazon.com/Temporal-Protection-Agency-Book-Trilogy/dp/B09P8741QN/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2KH38IA01NAXZ&keywords=temporal+protection+agency&qid=1707007126&sprefix=temporal+protection+agency%2Caps%2C293&sr=8-1
I’ll post an epilogue in the coming days.  I’ve loved every minute of it!  If anyone would like a bonus chapter to see how Albus and Gellert are getting on as parents, let me know in the comments.
Excerpt:
Gellert’s eyelids fluttered shut. 
“Are you alright?”  Albus asked.
Gellert gritted his teeth.  “No, no I’m not.”
“Gell, talk to me,” Albus pleaded.  “I’m here for you, let me help.”
“Fine.  I’m exhausted,” Gellert admitted, opening his eyes to look right at his mate.  “If this is what it’s like to care for a child, I don’t think I want more.”
Albus stared at him in shock.  “But we talked about having another child in five to six years.  You said you wanted Phoenix to have a sibling.”
“I know, but this is too much for me to handle.  When I said that, I didn’t know how difficult caring for a baby could be.”
Albus’ chest ached as he processed Gellert’s declaration.  “I see:  Excuse me.”  He stood up by himself and shuffled towards the door.
“Albus, wait.  I didn’t mean to upset you,” Gellert tried.  “I was just sharing my feelings.  Isn’t that what you wanted?  You said you wanted to help.”
“I did, but I wasn’t expecting that!”  Albus knew he was overreacting, but Gellert’s words still stung.  “Don’t follow me, I need some space right now.”  
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The Rulers who Bargained with Death - CHAPTER 13
In that moment Albus wanted, more than he had ever wanted anything before, to simply disappear. But he could not do that; could not do that to Gellert, or to himself. The humiliation of doing nothing is greater than the humiliation of doing something and failing in the process, as Nicolas had once told him. Perhaps that statement was true. So instead of giving in to the urge to apparate out of there, Albus took a step closer to the edge of the stage and finally, finally spoke, allowing the thought of the script to completely slip from his mind: "Welcome, everyone. We must first of all thank the kind Mr Rummage for allowing us to be in these beautiful premises today, because now in November it's a little too cold to hold these meetings outdoors. So we are grateful that we don't have to freeze to death. Anyway, my name is Albus Dumbledore and this is Gellert Grindelwald, my co-worker and the other author of our manifesto, called 'Libertatis'. We must also, unfortunately, inform you all that Libertatis is yet to be published here in England, since an unfortunate misunderstanding has occured with our intended publisher. As many of you surely know..."
Someone shouted something, cut his words short; though Albus could not perceive the words. He did not hear them, did not want to hear them - but it was clear that Gellert did. Albus felt how Gellerts' body stiffened even further beside him, saw from the corner of his eye how the expression in his eyes darkened even more, how he slowly turned his gaze away from the audience.
Even though the atmosphere in the room was terrifying, even though someone else also joined in a shout, Albus did not allow himself to be discouraged, but quickly continued: "As many of you know, our manifesto is already published in France, so if any of you master French and want to read it already - you're free to travel there and invest in a copy right away." He tried to muster a smile, tried to chuckle quietly at his own joke; but it felt strange, sounded forced, and most likely everyone noticed. Still, a few scattered laughs were heard through the silence, but they died only after a few seconds, as if the persons dared not laugh in fear of the majority in the room; those who clearly loathed them - for reasons still unknown.
A large group of people in the front row now seemed to have had enough, and slowly began to move towards the doors through the crowd. The sight of it, the sight of the irritation in their expressions - the looks that seemed to say: why did we waste our time on this? - made Albus' heart leap painfully in his chest. He saw how Vinda quickly rushed after them, how she tried to convince them to stay; touching one of the women's arm lightly and speaking to them in a hushed voice - but none of them payed her any mind. They simply left; left without a word.
Albus swallowed hard, cleared his throat as someone sighed loudly. Someone else screamed words that he could not apprehend; words that he understood were hateful from the tone of the man's voice. Despite all this he forced himself to continue: "Still, enough of the trivialites. Let's move on the reason why we're all here today, and to the aspect of our thinking that's the most important to Mr Grindelwald and me: the oppression that states around the world exert on witches and wizards. These states, who practice this oppression, prioritize to protect Muggles over serving its magical citizens, and they consider it more important that non-magical people are 'safe' from our magic - than for us to learn to control it. This oppression, the oppression that Alliance wish to defeat, comes in many shapes and form, although-"
"Queers!", screamed a man in the back row now, and this time Albus could no longer force himself not to perceive it. "It's sinful!"
It was only three words; but yet they seemed to put into words everything that most of the audience felt. A loud murmur spread through the room, people talked in voices that grew louder for every passing second. Several more shouts echoed through the hall, through Albus' mind, and he felt in that moment how a strong wave of chaotic emotions washed over him; wiping out all rational thoughts. Some of them did not even seem to be his own, but Gellerts', though he found that there was no way to distinguish them for sure. The only thing he knew without doubt was that Gellert was, like him, feeling extremely scared and oddly exposed; as though they had just been disclosed as some sort of criminals. (Technically they were, but to them it would never feel like a crime; their intense, burning love was far too strong and far too beautiful to ever feel like something criminal.) In the eyes of these people they were nothing more than simple criminals, he realized; criminals who lacked all rights, who did not deserve anything good, and who thought that it would somehow be possible to change the world.
Albus felt how his heart cracked in his painfully tight chest, felt how a warm tear fell from his eye and down his burning cheek, and just when the first curse flew through the room he took a step back; without even noticing it himself. His muscles no longer seemed to obey his brain, so even as his brain desperately screamed at him to draw his wand, to defend himself - his right arm remained hanging at his side. Dimly, he registered how the guards shouted at the people in the audience, how even more spells flew through the air towards them, how Gellerts' hand brushed against his own. He heard Vinda's familiar voice scream something shrilly as she and Rolan hurried up on the stage, barely felt how Rolan took hold of his hand and held it tightly.
"Go!", Vinda shouted at him, and Albus instinctly knew that she was right. They could not stay here.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/46108756/chapters/116071705
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Imagine.
It's December. You and your new husband were currently in America.
The worst country in the damn world according to Grindelwald's opinion.
Rude, lazy, unhealthy and ungroomed. Especially the men.
The handsome former Dark Wizard raised a silver brow. Maybe you never fell in love or slept with anyone before him not because of your young age but you had bad or no options. He would have pitied you if he didn't love you. But, he inwardly smiled.
The memory when he first fucked you last year before he kidnapped you was his favorite life memory yet. He thought his childhood memories when his mother was alive was his best. You replaced them.
He didn't care about your chastity. But, when he saw the blood evidence. He was not smug but actually happy that he had the honor of pleasuring you the first time. You tried to ignore the ecstasy because a man you never seen in your life rape you.
He came back and then kidnapped you and eventually apologized and begged for your forgiveness and hand in marriage.
Here you were. In your homeland after almost two long years.
Christmas shopping in America.
Grindelwald was the wealthiest man alive so far. But, he was annoyed that storekeepers hoarded their best items in one time.
He hated fuckin' crowds.
But, he damaged you and you sacrificed a lot for him. So, he should not whine like a pussy and man up. And sacrifice for his love for you.
He held your hand and peeked to the side of his small wrinkled eyes to see young men half his age ogling at you and burning him with glares.
He smirked at them by their obvious jealousy and he clutched your hand tighter as he walked around the mall.
There was a lingerie store you walked into. Gellert obviously didn't want to go. He was a faithful man to you and he didn't want the wrong attention from other women. So, he kissed your forehead before he separated from you.
He saw a jewelry department and went inside. The items were simple bland and boring. He rolled his eyes. No taste or color. But there was one item that was perhaps ancient European jewelry.
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Gellert raised a brow. He pointed at that necklace
"Sir. This item was never sold since 18 years. This is the most expensive jewelry here."
Gellert turned to the man so he can see his silk suit and leather loafers
The employee apologized.
He met you when you came out.
He kissed you hard Infront of the other shoppers when he met you again. Earning more yearning looks from the men.
Perhaps even minor boys. They wish they had that kind of life with their girlfriends or crush. Ideal couple.
"Did you bought a present for your friends?" You smiled at him.
Gellert nodded as he carried your bags. He would give envelope of cash to Dumbledore. Better than giving him a useless gift.
"Even his brother?"
Tch. Gellert knew his best friend's brother hated him and his son Credence.
"It's Christmas scrooge." Your soft warm fingers traced his handsome jawline.
He caught your hand and pressed it to his lips before he settled you to sit in the passenger seat of the expensive car he rented when you two arrived here.
"Bah Humbug."
At least he is away from that American mall. That stupid song of all I want for Christmas is you was eating him alive.
Gellert was doing some gym work out at the place which was not far from his office.
Since he made you move in with him before marrying you. He became much more active in gym. Like he became young and energetic. He did more heavy weight lifting and even cardio.
His employers complimented his muscle gains.
It was because he loved the lustful stares you gave him when he was naked. You didn't want to thirst over your kidnapper and rapist. But, it was impossible to resist.
His ego soared and it happened. Grindelwald researched to improve his eight packs and biceps. Those were your favorites.
You of course loved his legs and chest but they're not your number one.
Ironic. Grindelwald loved doing leg training and chest building presses best.
Oh, well. Gellert would do anything to make you attracted to him. It was more than fair. You were confused and scared why a random guy barged into your house and fucked the shit out of you then kidnapped you months later.
He owes you that much for almost ruining your life and traumatizing you. It was his way of making it up and apologizing to you.
While he was doing extreme crunches. He heard a notification on his cell phone. He would silence all calls and text when doing gym. He put your messages a priority. It was from you. He didn't feel annoyed if you interrupted him.
He was excited.
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His eyes widened to see you laying down and wearing a scantly clad outfit.
Americans always sexualized everything.
He put on a shirt over his bare upper body and quickly left the gym without even bothering to dress up not caring for the stares outside.
You have been on the naughty list for being a teasing little minx.
Daddy will have to put you in your place by taming your spoiled attitude.
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The Warlock’s Hairy Heart
If we get both Fantastic Beasts 4 and 5, I think that the one that introduces the Dumbledore family flashbacks should start with a flashback of Kendra reading to Albus ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart’. 
For those who are not aware of this tale, it’s one included in The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Albus mentions that it’s a tale that speaks to the dark depths of everyone and he specifically mentions that “the story as [he] eventually read it in the original runes was almost exactly that which [his] mother had told [him].” So, starting with the fact that Kendra canonically told him this dark fairytale, it would be a nice way of introducing her character and the Dumbledore children when they were younger. 
The reason I’ve always wanted this tale to be included in Grindeldore’s story is because there is thematic coherence.The main story is this: A young warlock who has looks, riches and power finds love debasing, so he carves out his heart with dark magic and locks it in a box to prevent himself from falling in love. He stands by his choice for years, but one day he hears gossip about himself. He is pitied because he is alone and doesn’t have love despite all his gifts. His pride having been hurt, he decides to take a wife that would be worthy of him and would be envied by anyone. It so happens that he finds such a girl and tries to impress her with his wealth and courtship. The girl is fascinated, but she’s also repelled because she senses what is missing in him. Wanting to prove he has a heart, he shows her his detatched heart, which has withered, grown hair, and become hard within that box.The girl pleads with him to put back the hard because she things this will heal him. But the heart has become twisted and beastly. When they were found, the girl was dead on the floor. The warlock, having gotten a taste of having his heart back but needing to feel whole, had torn her heart out and was trying to tear his own heart out again to replace it with a healthy one.
I think this tale encompasses many interesting themes we see in Grindeldore. It is clear that there was something broken in Gellert since he was young. In Durmstrang he performed dark experiments and Albus mentiones that he used more force than necessary, whatever that means, He always planned to annihilate the muggles. He wanted to create an army from dead bodies at the age of 16. He was also interested in achieving invulnerability through power. Unlike the warlock, I don’t think that Gellert FORCED himself into finding someone. But I think it was something he never wanted. It just so happened that he found a man who was on par with him in every way and he could not help feeling a stir in a heart that had been dormant. Being mostly driven by personal ambition and narcissism, Gellert, much like the warlock, could not love healthily. Albus was fascinated by him and close his eyes to the parts that scared him. He thought that through their love and by putting limits (’where we meet resistance we must use only that force necessary and no more ‘), he could help Gellert be his best version and not fall back into old habits. Gellert has gotten his hear back in a sense, but he needs to be in control. He cannot  love selfleshly at that point. So, when Aberforth’s intervenence threatens to take away the companionship he did not think he needed, but which is now essential to him, he tears out Albus’ heart, Metaphorically speaking, by showing his vicious side, torturing his brother and pursuing his ambitions while leaving him alone to deal with his grief. And this is something that Albus never come backs from. He ‘bleeds’ for it for the rest of his life.
In his comments Albus mentions that this tory addresses the quest of invulnerability, which is one of the biggest temptations of magic. 
The resemblance of this action to the creation of a Horcrux has been noted by many writers. Although Beedle’s hero is not seeking to avoid death, he is dividing what was clearly not meant to be divided – body and heart, rather than soul –.
Dumbledore clarifies that invulnerability is impossible, saying that “no man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.’
We have specific mention of 3 kinds of vulnerability. Preventing the physical kind has been attempted with the creation of horcruxes: twisting the soul. The mental kind has been attempted by twisting the mind: Gellert thought that by taking away Leta’s memory he would make Kama free of mental pain (which extends to emotion) and make him more logical, able to focus on his superiority by blood). The emotional kind is addressed in this tale with the separation of body and heart.
This is Gellert’s own vulnerability and that’s why I would love for it to be addressed within the movies. It does not have to be literal. The use of the tale as a metaphor would be enough. The textually established comparison with the horcruxes makes it even more interesting, because of the only way that severing one’s soul (and possible one’s heart) can be undone:
“Remorse,” said Hermione. “You’ve got to really feel what you’ve done. There’s a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I can’t see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you?”
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"It's your one last chance," said Harry, "it's all you've got left. . . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . . Be a man. . . try. . . Try for some remorse. . . ."
It makes the parallel of Gellert being in Nurmengard and going through extreme pain as he pieces back his heart and feels the weight of what he’s done even more powerful.
“They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that is true. I would like to think that he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends . . . to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow . . .” “. . .or maybe from breaking into your tomb?” suggested Harry, and Dumbledore dabbed his eyes.
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Short grindeldore songfic oneshot something I wrote at school cause I was bored. Song: Him and I by Halsey and G-Eazy PoV: Albus, shortly before their duel in 1945
Cross my heart hope to die
Albus realized this was it. It was the moment everyone had been waiting for. The moment he would defeat the evil wizard Grindelwald. And Albus didn't want to. He'd rather die than face his ex-lover. But he knew very well that he had to do it, it was his responsibility. And yet, every part of him wished to die because it hurt just too much.
To my lover I'd never lie
He prepared himself for the inevitable. He feared what Gellert might say. His words were his sharpest weapon. And no matter how hard Albus tried, they always cut through his heart, leaving nothing but love and pain. He wanted to tell him it was over. That he didn't love him anymore. But that would be a lie. And Albus couldn't lie to Gellert. 
He said be true I swear I'll try
A memory sneaked into Albus' mind. Of their summer. How Gellert had softly brushed Albus' hair and had suddenly told him: "You know, the worst thing that can happen is to lose yourself. Please, promise me, to always stay true to yourself and to me. No pretending, no lies." "I promise", Albus had answered. A tear rolled down his face.
In the end it's him and I
And now they stood there. As enemies. So much had happened, but Albus still didn't comprehend how it could have come to this. He refused to. Fate had brought them together once before to learn love. Now their destiny was to fight and learn eternal pain. The pain of living without the one you love most.  It had always been the two of them. Their stories were connected like no other. Secretly, Albus had always known that it would be Gellert and him in the end. And this was the end. 
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Tom/Albus (riddledore?) Fic Idea. Dead dove, non-con threatened, warning!
Teenager Tom feeling things with Albus. Anger, it must be anger. Sadness because Dumbledore dislikes him, all the other professors absolutely love studious genial hard working Tom but Dumbledore is always... disappointed in him. As if he knew how much he bullies and terrifies the weak students.  As if he knew how often he dreams to kill the people who annoy him.
And then. The most horrible things happen. Puberty. Thanks fuck he doesn't care for sex, his hormones-pumped body is like an untrained beast . Disgusting.
And then the wet dreams. Tom really needs to kill someone soon. Maybe Dumbledore. Because his wet dreams are shamefully about him. He's the most interesting the most powerful the most  clever of all his professors, he can't help it! He also knows that Dumbledore would never let him do a thing, never ever. So. Spying and stalking. Until he will be strong enough to force him. Or forget about him. Or kill him.
And while he's magically spying... he assists to a Grindeldore scene. Like, Gellert really is in Albus' office. They are screaming , then crying  then kissing then... Tom is out. This shakes him, turns his life over its head.
Dumbledore has a relationship with a dark wizard wanted in all Europe?! How shameful! How hypocrite! How... useful.
So Tom brushes his hair (why?! He's always dressed impeccably!) and goes to Dumbledore's office. He lets him in, a bit surprised, Tom hasn't come here in the last 2 years.
No time to waste, Tom tells him what he saw (pain, remorse, regret, shame in his blue eyes, and Tom rejoices).
And then he tells him the price of his silence. Albus is startled, and refuses. Fool. Tom explains it better: or Dumbledore lets him touch him and do anything he likes, or he will tell the whole school what he saw. He will personally inform the press. Dumbledore will be arrested and brought to Azkaban for life.
Albus refuses, and asks him why he is not bothered by Grindelwald. Tom is like "eh, he's right about muggles, isn't he?", and tries to touch Albus' hand.
Without effort Albus freezes him. He explains he will never ever touch him, that forcing someone is disgusting, that Tom really disappointed him. Tom can tell who he wishes what he's seen, but nothing of these 3 things will change. He will sooner escape than touch Tom.
And then Tom is kicked out of his office, the magic force so strong he falls down. Humiliation, shame, rage, hate, desire to hurt the person who hurt him so so much.
He won't tell anyone no, he doesn't have any proof indeed, just that mocking image every time he closes his eyes.
He tried playing nice. Dumbledore will regret rejecting the honor to be touched by him.
(Of course this is Tom's warped perspective. In truth, Albus will never touch a student, and tries to explain why it is wrong. Tom just hears "I don't want to touch you because you disgust me". Then Tom tries to physically assault him and then Albus is out of patience).
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Might be spoilery. Final version highly inspired on this writing.
Warnings: Swearing words.
Took the long way just to have time enough to let everything go. He's been studying for years, he knew all those halls without needing a map or using Lumos with his wand. Still, he walked near the walls, following the brick texture and avoiding the old frames. All these painted men, women, creatures. He was familiar with all of them. "Mind to cover your oil painted ears?" Tears started flowing his cheeks.
I am indeed too young for this "FUCK!" the scream broke his throat, almost like a roar, a crying for help. "I'M JUST GOD-DAMN SIXTEEN!" his knees couldn't stand anymore and fell hard. Just another bruise to cry about, huh? "I'm tired of this! I can't make good decisions, I can't protect my sister. I can't follow what I want. THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR I'M-" he prayed, right there, to be alone. He knew Hogwarts sometimes shows itself sentient and can make everyone in there hear every single scream he produced. It also means he can be silenced, the school avoiding anyone to find him. I can't leave, but I don't wanna stay anymore, keeping that image for himself, lied on his side, against the wall, wetting a bit of it, a bit of the floor. I can't leave Ariana, but I can't live like this.' It weren't enough tears to fill a normal cup, but being trapped inside of him... I'm drowning. He could feel the alive people inside the static frames looking at him. All eyes on him.
He heard someone coming. The steps were getting closer, as he tried to pretend he just tripped over something, maybe a part of the rug that was folded or since he was dark he couldn't see. "Albus?" The tears were ready to start falling again. Not you. Not now. His mind was begging. "I had a glimpse of you being here. Are you...?" Gellert shut up at the moment. Of course I'm not okay. I'm kneeled on the floor, crying against a wall, in the middle of the dead night and someone I don't wanna bother with my familiar issues is here checking on me.
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