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Newt Scamander x female!reader Request

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Warnings:Blood, character death, beast killing someone(?), Canon typical violence, it's actually fluff

Summary: You and Newt were friends at Hogwarts, but he favored your Sister, Leta. Now, years after school, you have to join forces again, in order to fight Gellert Grindelwald...

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It was him. It had always been him. But I couldn't get myself to forgive him, I just couldn't.

So, instead of smiling or waving it anything, I just sat there, frozen in place, as his eyes landed on mine. For the entire evening I had prevented him from looking at me. Newt Scamander. The one and only Magizoologist and my former best friend. We went to Hogwarts together, but as always, my sister Leta caught his attention and the two of us talked less and less, until we didn't talk at all anymore. In the end, I befriended his brother Theseus and the two uf us started working at the ministry together. I could never forgive Newt for favoring my sister over me, I knew it was childish, but still...

He smiled at me shyly, which pulled my out of my trance, so I quickly looked away. Leta seemed to notice my Nervousness, so she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. It was a sad smile and immediately I knew what she was about to do.

"Leta", I whispered, "Don't!"

I closed my fingers around her hand trying to stop her from leaving me, but it was useless. She broke free and tumbled down the stairs.

"Leta!!", I yelled again, as she got dangerously close the the blue flames. I quickly grabbed my wand, trying to cast a spell to stop her, but Leta was faster. She turned around, an apologetic look on her face. She raised her wand against me:"Expelliarmus!!"

I was thrown to the ground, to far away to still help her. I looked back up and saw Leta standing in front of Grindelwald.

"Leta!?"

It was Theseus. Her fiancé and my best friend. His eyes looked glossy and he seemed so confused, not understanding what was going on. But Leta ignored him, she turned around and looked me in the eyes, a smile on her face, before she stepped into the flames.

And just like that, she was gone. My sister was gone.

"Leta?", I mumbled, not understanding what just happened. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. How could she be dead?!

"Xenia!?" I heard my name. I looked up, tears in my eyes. It was Newt. He kneeled down in front of me, an expression of pain on his face.

"We need to go", He whispered and put a Hand in my shoulder. I was too stunned to speak, so I only nodded. He gently pulled me onto my feet and guided me away from the flames.

In that moment, I didn't care. I didn't care about our fight, about our past, about nothing, I just followed Newt away from the flames.

But they grew hotter each second we tried to escape them. It seemed useless.

"Hurry!!",My face shot up. It was Flamel, he had found us. And he had a solution, so we ran, we ran and ran until we so rounded the flames.

Newt stopped right next to me and Theseus. I looked at the two brothers and nodded. Together, we rammed out wands into the ground, yelling:"Finite!!"

Red flames broke lose, circling the blue one's by Grindelwald. The heat was getting unbearable, but I threw up my arms and stayed in position. After a few minutes, I felt the heat dying down and looked back up. The graveyard was burnt to pieces, but everyone seemed alive and well.

Just now, I finally seemed to realize what had actually happend. I slowly fell to my knees, tears falling down my face. My sister was dead. Leta Lestrange was dead. I sniffled slightly and looked up at Theseus. He also had tears in his eyes. Of course, he just witnessed the love of his life die.

"Theseus?", I mumbled and grabbed his hand. His eyes fell on mine and then he lost it. He started sobbing and cried out in pain. I quickly pulled him in for a hug, letting my own tears fall freely.

Newt was still standng next to us and despite everything, I raisedmy hand and motioned for him to come to us. He had lost someone too. Newt slowly trotted over to us, his shaking hand took mine and I pulled him closer to Theseus and me. The two brothers looked at each other before nodding.

"We need to go", Theseus mumbled. Newt and I only nodded and grabbed his hand and Theseus apparated us to the french Ministry of magic . I sniffled quietly and wiped away my tears.

"I'm sorry", Newt whispered. I looked up at him, a little perplexed. "for everything", he mumbled. I carefully took his hand. Newt avoided looking at me, so I simply pulled him with me to sit down on a nearby bench, waiting for Theseus. I quietly put my head down on his shoulder. A few seconds of silence passed, each one of us lost in their thoughts.

"I know", I finally said and glanced at Newt. "I know", I repeated and squeezed his hand,"I forgive you"

"Oh come on", I cursed. Theseus and I were dangling from the ceiling in one of the best secured prisons of the the magical community.

"He'll come", Theseus assured, trying to turn towards me, but he just swung around helplessly.

"What makes you so sure?!", I asked, trying to think fo what Newt was currently doing. I was hoping, that he was save.

After my sister died, I barely had time to grieve. The situation with Grindelwald got much worse and we had to fight Him. Even Dumbledore decided to step into action now, even if he and Grindelwald still had the blood swear.

"Theseus?"

My head shot up. I turned to look at Theseus. He nodded, so he had heard it too.

"Xenia?"

No doubt that it was Newt. A grin rose onto my face. Theseus was right, he actually came to save us.

I was about to yell his name, but Theseus repeatedly shook his head, motioning for me to stop. And fortunately, I listened to him.

A few seconds later, we saw Newt trotting over to us. But he was walking like a crab with his arms in the air and legs spread.

"Rescuing us, are you?", Theseus mumbled.

Newt quietly answered:"That's the general idea"

"And I presume... This", Theseus said, looking at Newt confused,"Whatever it is, you are doing, is strategic"

Newt nodded:"Yes, it's a technique called limbic mimicry. It discourages violent engagement...theoretically. I've only actually attempted it once before"

"And the results?", I asked, looking at him.

"Uh...", Newt mumbled, arriving right in front of Theseus. "Inconclusive", He muttered, "Course that was a laboratory setting and the conditions were strictly controlled and the...Well, the current conditions are more volatile, so making it less predictive of the ultimate outcome."

Newt had waddled closer to us and slowly attempted to turn around, so that he was facing Theseus and me.

"The ultimate outcome presumably... Bing our survival", Theseus said and looked up and Newt, who was standing directly in front of him now.

Suddenly a tail emerged right behind Newt. It came out of the abyss that was hovering only a few feet under us.

The tail got closer to Newt. To close for my liking, but it only seemed to inspect him. Newt carefully craned away his head, trying to avoid touching it.

A few meters away from us, the light of one of the other inmates, suddenly started flickering before it ran out.

The tail, which was next to Newt quickly got away from him and started hissing at the inmate, before it sunk back into the abyss.

A few seconds later, a much bigger scorpion-looking tail emerged and grabbed the inmate, pulling him down with it, while all he could do was scream.

"Holy lord", I gulped.

Newt had slowly turned around and watched how the remains of the inmate were shot back up. All that was remaining was a stinky corpse, dipped in Secretions and juices from the scorpion.

Suddenly, all the tiny scorpions started marching away quickly. Newt could only look after them, as they started eating up the remains of the inmate.

Newt quickly jumped closer to Theseus, cutting open his fetters. I could hear a thud, presumably Theseus who fell to the ground.

He groaned, as Newt grabbed his lantern and stepped over to me.

"Hy", He mumbled as he also loosened my fetters. I also fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Hy", I groaned, as Newt grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Are you alright?", he asked. I only nodded, rubbing my back.

Newt ran back out and Theseus and I followed him quickly.

"Shit", I mumbled, as I saw the army on little scorpions in front of us. They were blocking the way out.

"And the plan is?", Theseus asked, while I felt how Newt slowly pushed me behind him.

"Hold this", Newt said and handed me his latern. I quickly grabbed it and held it up. Newt folded his hands and started whistling. The sound echoed through the caves, as Theseus and I waited for something to happen.

"What the bloody hell was that for?", Theseus whispered, looking at Newt from the corner of his eye.

"Um..", Newt breathed, "We're gonna need some help."

He suddenly lifted his arms, getting into the scorpion-like position, he was in earlier. Theseus and I backed away a little bit, as the tiny scorpions all mimicked Newt's pose.

Theseus and I quickly tried to copy Newt's pose. The lantern dangled around in my hand, as I did my best to do it exactly like him. He suddenly started swinging his hips:"Follow me"

I gulped and started at him, as I slowly trailed behind Newt, trying to copy his actions. I looked behind me, seeing that Theseus was also struggling to find the right rhythm.

"Come on", Newt mumbled quietly. The three of us, were slowly walking along the path together with the tiny scorpions who all copied our actions. We looked like a weird magicall dance group, practicing for their next gig.

"You're not swiveling properly", Newt said, eyeing Theseus' hip swings.

"Swivel...", he tried to explain, "Swivel, but delicately"

"I'm swiveling like you're swiveling, Newt", Theseus said sternly, even though it was obvious that he struggled.

"I don't believe you are", Newt mumbled, tilting his head.

"Shut up, you two", I mumbled and gave them both and stern look.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering too. Newt and Theseus immediately stopped fighting and looked at the light in my hand.

But luckily, it didn't go out. Unfortunately the light in the chamber right behind me started flickering too now, before it ultimately stopped glowing.

"Bloddy hell", I whispered before ducking away quickly, as the Gigantic scorpion tail emarged from the abyss and grabbed the inmate behind me.

I quickly got up and waddled over to Newt, as I saw the Corpse already flying back up. I stumbled into Newt's side and he quickly put his arm around me, preventing me from falling.

"Are you alright?", Newt mumbled and looked down at me.

"Mmh", I nodded, as I glanced at the tiny scorpions eating up the corpse.

Newt and I looked at Theseus and he nodded:"Swivel"

I parted from Newt and the three of us started trotting away again.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the entrance of our cave.

We were ready to step out, when I heard a crunching sound behind me.

Newt and I turned around and saw that Theseus had stepped on one of the tiny scorpions. He slightly shook his foot, to get it away from his shoe. 'Gross', I thought to myself.

Suddenly the lantern in my hand started flickering again, but this time, it finally stopped glowing.

I looked around as all the scorpions hurried out of the cave, leaving the three of us behind.

I couldn't believe my eyes, as I turned around and saw at least four of the giant scorpion tails, coming out of the abyss. The creature growled at us, before it started to attack.

A yell escaped my lips, as Newt, Theseus and I started running away.

"Woah", I yelped, as the cave crashed right in front of me, a Scorpion tail destroying the wall. I quickly got up and backed away. I ran into the other direction and duck away from the glowing splotches of Secretion, that the scorpion fired at me.

I had to stop, trying to catch my breath as the tiny scorpions suddenly so rounded me again. I quickly backed away, back into the cave, but right now, the Gigantic creature was emerging completely. It seemed like I had no way out. It hissed at me, and rammed it's tail into the wall right next to me. I whimpered slightly and backed away. I ran across the path towards the entrance. It seemed like a parkour, since every few seconds one of the tails rammed into the earth right next to me. I finally made my way out and started running like the devil was chasing me.

As I crossed an intersection, I was able to spot Newt for a second, who was also running away. I turned left and saw him running towards me. I sprinted the last few meters towards him and he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him, as Theseus also joined the two of us. Together, we sprinted towards the entrance, as the ceiling started to crumble. Right after we escaped, it crashed down and closed the entrance once and for all.

I tried to catch my breath, as I thought we were save, but suddenly a tail came up behind us. It slung around Theseus and pulled him away.

"No wait!!", Newt yelled and the two of us grabbed one of Theseus' hands each and tried pulling him back to us. It seemed almost impossible, as Newt lost Theseus' hand.

He was pulled closer to the abyss and so was I. I landed flat on my stomach, as I tried to prevent Theseus from being pulled into the abyss.

"Newt!", he yelled, as I struggled to hold him up. He grabbed both of my hands tightly and tried to pull himself up.

Newt ran to us, grabbing my other hand, building up a chain. Suddenly Pickett came flying towards us, Newt's Wand in his hand. He quickly grabbed it and yelled:"Accio!!"

Only seconds later the three of us fell into the abyss, as Teddy, Newt's Niffler, came flying right after us.

"Grab the tie!!", Newt yelled. I did as he told and the port key activated. The three of us were apparated out of the prison.

We landed somewhere in a Forrest. The cold air hit my face, as we landed on the ground. Thanks to Theseus and Newt, I landed gently, as I toppled down on the both of them.

I groaned slightly and got up, as I noticed that the scorpion tail was still around Theseus, as him and Newt got up too. He quickly pushed it away, the tie though was still in his hand. It hissed and crawled away quickly.

Thesus lifted the Tie and handed it over to Newt, since Teddy was still clinging to it.

"That was a portkey", he said sternly.

"Yeah", Theseus mumbled.

"Well done you Two", Newt said as we reached the lake right in front of us. I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. A smile appeared on my face, as I took in the sight of Hogwarts, right in front of us.

"Come on", I smiled and pulled the two wizards with me.

As we entered the great hall, I immediately spotted Lally sitting next to a couple students.

"Lally!", I shouted and she looked over to us.

"What kept you three?", she asked and got up.

"Uh", I mumbled, "We encountered some complications. You?"

"We encountered some complications", she repeated and handed me the Newspaper that she was holding.

I opened it and looked at the headline perplexed.

"Jacob tried to murder Grindelwald?", Theseus asked, after he peered over my shoulder.

"It's a long story", Lally said.

She turned around and I spotted Jacob sitting at the Dinner table with some Students, they were talking about his new wand.

"Jacob", Lally said sternly, catching his attention, "Look who I found"

"Hey", he smiled and quickly got up,"Its my wizard friends, Newt, Theseus and Xenia"

He looked back at the students and crossed his fingers:"We're like this. I gotta go, alright. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do"

I smiled at our muggle friend. He never failed to impress me with his charisma.

"Do you believe this place?", he asked, as he stepped over to us, "They got pint-sized little witches and wizards running around here"

"You don't say", I chuckled. I saw Theseus smile slightly before he slowly walked away from us.

"I was the assassin", Jacob mumbled, leaning closer to me and Newt. A smiled at him, giving Newt a look and a chuckle left his lips.

"Newt, Theseus and Xenia all went to Hogwarts", Lally explained with a smile before we followed Theseus.

"Oh, I knew that. Well, they're being very nice to me. The Slytherin boys over there, they gave me these", Jacob smiled and held up a package of candy,"They're delicious. Who wants one?"

Newt and I turned around and Eyed the box that he was holding.

"Well, I never cared for cockroach clusters much myself, although Honeydukes are supposed to be the best", I explained

The bell chimed and the students all got up and Started to leave, while the four of us stepped over to Dumbledore. He did not seem happy.

After explaining the situation to us, Dumbledore lead us to his brother, who lived in Hogsmead.

"Here we are", Dumbledore said and opened the door for us.

"Bunty, you're here", Newt said and looked over to his assistant.

"Yes", she smiled.

Newt finally noticed the Quilin standing to his feet.

"How is she?", he asked and leaned down.

"Oh, she's fine", Bunty said. She grabbed Newt's case and let out the other Nifflers.

"What's Alfie done now?", Newt asked as he crawled into his hand, scolding the little guy.

"Miss Broadacher, I trust my brother has been a gracious host?", Dumbledore asked and caught my attention. He eyed Bunty questioningly.

"Yes, ever so gracious", she smiled.

"I'm delighted to hear", Dumbledore said and turned to his brother,"Uh,so room's have been arranged for you in the village and Aberforth here will prepare you a delicious dinner, his own recipe"

To be honest, the soup Aberforth made, didn't look to delicious. The taste was astonishing though.

I looked over to Newt, as I caught him staring.

"Newt?", I mumbled and nudged his arm, "Can we talk for a second?"

He only nodded and followed me outside as I excused the two of us.

We stepped outside into the cold and I quickly turned around, looking at Newt. He was avoiding my eyes.

"Newt... I...", I whispered and grabbed his arm. I gently pulled him closer to me and he let me. "Newt, I...I want to thank you. Ehm, for saving my life.", I mumbled. I felt his breath hit my face and I looked up at him. His face was inches away from mine and he finally looked into my eyes.

"Xenia", he whispered. I couldn't help myself. I pulled him closer by his arm and our lips collided in a soft kiss. I closed my eyes, as I felt his arms wrap around me gently, like he was afraid to hurt me. I put my arms around his neck, as I deepened the kiss.

"I love you", I blurted out as we parted,"I always have" Newt didn't say anything and for a second, I thought that I had spoken to soon. I looked down in embarressment, but suddenly I felt how Newt's hand rose to carress my face. He leaned down and softly kissed me again.

"I love you too", he smiled,"I always have"

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lacollectionneuse1967 · 5 months

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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 taglist: @mystic-mara

#theseus smut #theseus x reader #theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #hp fic #fantastic beasts

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b00inazkaban · 2 years

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I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

#harry potter #marauders #fantastic beasts #marvel #dc universe #walt longmire #stranger things #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #masterlist #fypage #fyp

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ravenclawbiologist-blog · 2 years

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A WONDERFUL THING

[Credence Barebone x fem!Reader]

Parinings: Credence Barebone / Fem!Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, NSFW, minors DNI.

It was not as if you could have a nice, normal relationship with him. You knew about him and he knew about you. You were a muggle. Him, an Obscurial.

When you decided to move to the US for a better life, Jacob and Queenie didn’t hesitate to welcome you in their new home for a while, long enough for you to find a decent apartment. You had always known about the wizarding world, so different and intriguing from your non-magical one. In fact, you were a close friend of both Queenie and Tina and, when one day you found Queenie's wand in her drawer, you promised to not say a word about it to anybody. So, you did. You kept the promise.

But finding out such a secret was very different from discovering that the man you fell madly in love with was an Obscurial. He never expressly told you that, mostly because he was perfectly aware of the fact that you already knew. Besides, you were a bright woman and you knew way too much of the magic world already. It didn't take you much time to find out the truth about him.

Although, this didn’t cause you to run away from him like most did; on the contrary, you liked to take good care of the dark-haired man, to ease his pain and replace it with love, hoping that one day his Obscurus would just disappear. You would often have him for dinner in your own apartment, pepper the scars on his hands with soft kisses and constantly tell him how beautiful you thought he was. You would often smile at the cute way he sighed whenever you gave him a massage on your couch, enjoying the way his sore muscles instantly relaxed under your gentle touch.

That night he came over to watch a movie with you. Needless to say, having spent so much time with you, he was pretty familiar with muggle technology and, although he didn't even know how to switch channel with the remote, he enjoyed spending some quality time with you. So he was there, sitting on the couch next to you, his head resting comfortably on your breasts and your right hand gently stroking his onyx, long hair.

Your nails tenderly scratched his scalp, earning a soft hum from the slender man, and his hand timidly found its way to your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb over your clothed leg.

"Feeling good, love?" You whispered, prompting Credence to nod and let a bashful smile curve his thin lips.

"Far too good."

You let out a silent giggle, your chest rising as you took in a deep breath of air. You let your hand travel downward, your fingers slightly grazing his neck, his shoulder, his waist… his thigh. When you teasingly played with the leather of his belt, where his shirt had come untucked, his breath hitched and, as soon as he directed his gaze to your eyes, your face flooded with heath. It was not as if you never did it with him. You experienced the most carnal and passionate love with him every time you had the chance. But every time seemed like the first time, made of furtive looks, shy, gentle touches, that only led to an almost desperate desire that could only be filled by your two naked bodies perfectly molded together.

"Do you want to feel better than that?" You cooed and your eyes never left his as your hand went to cup the tent that formed in Credence's trousers. You knew what he liked and what he didn’t like. And seeing you take the lead and guide him through sex was something that never failed to make his body shiver with anticipation.

His face flushed red with embarrassment, but at the same time he couldn’t find even a little piece of him that didn't enjoy the feeling of your hand where it was, so he simply nodded. He was getting harder every second your hand rubbed against his shaft, his hips bucking just slightly to gain more friction from your touch.

You slid him under you so that you were atop him. As soon as you undid his pants and gently pulled his boxers down, his member flew out of his pants, hard and ready for you, the tip already dripping with a delicious stripe of precum. You licked your lips at the sight of that, at the sight of your man so deliciously undone under you, his cheeks rosy and sexual desire evident on his flushed face. You were usually the one to take the lead, to initiate your nights of passion, and you knew he enjoyed that. But that time was different. You found yourself to be taken by surprise when you felt Credence's slender fingers snake under your skirt and find your already dripping, naked core.

"You're not wearing underwear…" he murmured and this time you couldn’t hold your gaze.

Your face flushed red and a whimper escaped from your lips when you felt one of his fingers rubbing up and down your slit, spreading the wetness he found there, only to slip inside you a few seconds later. Between every ecstatic moan his boney fingers pulled out of you, your hand wrapped around his hard cock, giving a few, experimental pumps before picking up your pace and trying your best to not let that magical moment end too soon just by looking at the blissful expression on his face. His fingers arched, only to find the spot that never failed to drive you crazy, and repeatedly pressed there, sending you dangerously near the edge. The moment your eyes fell onto his hand, the one hidden under your skirt, you realised you couldn’t hold your gaze any longer. The sight of his wrist tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his fingers pumping inside of you and your juices already dripping down his hand, soaking it, sent an electric jolt straight to your core.

"Rub me…" you breathed. "Rub me here…"

You knew he needed guidance. You liked to help him understand what made you feel good and he liked it back, so you placed your hand on top of his, moving his thumb to your sensitive clit while another finger dipped inside of you, pumping in your wetness at an almost agonizingly slow pace.

"Yes, like that…" you moaned as his thumb started rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers arching just slightly to hit that spot inside your walls that never failed to make you come. "Credence…"

As soon as his fingers picked up their pace, smothering your whole cunt with juices, you almost forgot about your hand stroking his hard manhood. His fingers thrusted into you almost desperately, mimicking a real penetration, spreading your folds and filling you up with pleasure. You rested your forehead against Credence's shoulder, your lips slightly parted in elated bliss as you moaned his name, your hips bucking desperately against his hands to get even more friction, chasing your release.

"You've been so good to me…" Credence whispered in your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. "Now I want to make you feel good too."

That was enough to push you over the edge and a freight of pleasure collapsed over you, making your body quiver and squirm under his touch as you rode out your orgasm, jolts of electricity shooting straight to your core.

It only took you a few seconds to come down from your height, your eyes meeting once again his deep, dark ones, your cheeks flushing and a long, distant buzz ringing in your ears. You didn’t give him time to speak: your lips collided, teeth clashing in a desperate attempt to assert dominance over each other, like it always happened every time you experienced love together.

You both frantically took each other’s clothes off, tossing them to the ground and not even minding to close the curtains of the window. In less than a second you were atop of him, his hard shaft lining up at your wet entrance, and your lips gently grazed his, his breath hot against your skin.

"I want to feel you come inside me…"

That was enough to make Credence throw his head back and pound into you so hard you almost screamed, not leaving you time to adjust to the full and stretched-out feeling. One of your hands gripped his shoulder hard, your nails almost scratching his skin, while the other found its way to the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling it just slightly. He stayed still for just a second, enjoying the way your silky walls clenched so comfortably around his cock, and a hand flew to your breast, cupping it gently and flicking your hardened nipple with a finger, only to cause you to whimper desperately under his velvety touch.

You started rocking your hips against his, your movements synchronised with the way he thrusted deep and desperately in you, like his own life depended on you. You bounced your hips quicker and took him deeper with each stroke, pulling soft moans from the man who was coming undone in front of you. He was close, you could tell by the way he was clenching his eyes shut, by how still his shaft felt against your silky walls. The usually tender touch of his hands on your skin was replaced by him grabbing a handful of flesh from your thighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned your name hoarsely, doubling down on his efforts to chase his release.

"Yes, baby, yes! Yes, Credence!"

You couldn’t help but scream his name when his cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of you, sending you over the edge and pushing you into the never-ending abyss of your orgasm. You clenched around him, walls twitching and pulsing as you whispered his name into his ear between every moan.

It didn't take long for him to do the same. He whispered your name hoarsely, his head thrown back as you milked out his seed, spurts of hot cum coating your walls as he rode out his orgasm until he was empty and you were full. You felt him twitching inside you many times, his legs almost shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

You were both panting, your face nuzzled into his shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand flew to your hair and started stroking it gently, earning a low groan of contentment from your tired body. He was getting soft inside of you, but you didn’t get off him; that feeling of fullness made you feel so good, so peaceful that you never wanted it to end. You were sure that, if he hadn't broken that comfortable silence between you two, you would have just fallen asleep like that.

"You are the most wonderful thing that happened in my life…"

It was barely a whisper, an almost inaudible praise. But it was loud enough to make your lips curve into a loving smile, your hand resting on the left side of his naked chest, just where his heart was thumping hard against his ribcage.

"The feeling's mutual…" you replied.

Your gaze wasn't fixed on him, but you knew he was smiling. And his smile was one of the most beautiful things you got to experience every day.

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heliads · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your requests were open, and I was wondering if you could do a Draco x fem reader where the reader is a Durmstrang student, and she and Malfoy get close over the Triwizard tourney, and after a while, it's revealed that she's a the granddaughter of Gellert Grindelwald - a pureblood and a prodigy no less. Lucius is ecstatic, Draco is awed, and Narcissa is just exasperatedly fond of everything going on lol. Thank you so much!

yule ball/triwizard tournament setting my beloved

masterlist / part two

Draco Malfoy swears to himself before the Great Hall doors open that none of this will matter. Supposedly, Hogwarts has entered itself in the Triwizard Tournament, and Dumbledore has gone on and on declaiming the competition’s merits. The other schools should arrive at any moment, but Draco doesn’t feel as impressed as the other students look. What does it matter, anyway? Other magic schools exist. What’s the point of getting so excited about it?

He’s proved right by the first school. Beauxbatons arrives in a ridiculously posturing routine that’s more dance number than entrance, the students bedecked in powder blue dresses and capelets. Draco nudges a friend in the shoulder, whispering about how if he went there, he’d rather quit than allow himself to be seen near that sort of getup. The other Slytherins grin, although Pansy mentions in a rather sad voice that she kind of likes the hats.

Needless to say, Draco doesn’t have high hopes for how the tournament will go. So far, the contenders are Hogwarts and a bunch of ballerinas. However, before he has time to fully tune out the headmaster, Dumbledore claps his hands together and announces the final school competing, Durmstrang.

Instantly, Draco’s attention is back in full force. He’s heard his parents discussing Durmstrang before, that icy school up in the northeast, somewhere on the border between Sweden and Norway. They say the professors actually teach the Dark Arts up there, that half the staff used to be Death Eaters before You Know Who fell. Draco sits up a little in his seat. If he could manage to make a few good contacts amongst this group, solidify his family’s place in the mad hierarchy of the wizarding world- well, that would be everything.

However, all thoughts of politicking are flung from his head when the doors to the Great Hall crash open. Rows of Durmstrang students march in, their eyes cold and footsteps steady. They carry wooden staffs in their hands, each topped with a bronze eagle and about shoulder height. The Durmstrang students slam their staffs into the ground with every movement, causing showers of sparks to erupt where the wood strikes against the stone surface of the Great Hall.

Draco watches in awe without realizing it. This is what a magical school should look like, he thinks- something to fear, something to envy. The students are all dressed in the same dark uniforms, some trimmed by fur or sealed with a line of metal buttons. They almost look like soldiers, what with the way they mechanically stride down the main aisle of the hall. A few even breathe fire, causing flames to soar through the air, dragonlike, before touching back down to the ground.

Needless to say, Draco is thrilled the second the Durmstrang are directed to sit at the Slytherin table. This is his chance, and he doesn’t intend to mess it up. He even thought he saw Viktor Krum walking in, but the Durmstrang headmaster quickly swept the Quidditch star aside before he could come in contact with the other Hogwarts students. No matter; Draco will have plenty of time to win him over shortly. He’s rather good at forging alliances when he wants to, a Slytherin to heart and bone.

Someone takes a seat across from Draco, and he looks up. The second his eyes meet the student’s face, he freezes slightly, and only through great personal effort is he able to convince himself to get moving again. It’s just that- well, the Durmstrang student in front of him is one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen, and she’s chosen to sit next to him of all possible places on the Slytherin table. Draco quickly adjusts his priorities- meet Viktor Krum later, but definitely get to know this girl as soon as possible.

He does his best attempt at a winning smile, extending his hand to her across the table. “Draco Malfoy.”

She smiles back at him. “Y/N L/N.”

She shakes his hand, and Draco swears that he can already hear the proud voices of his parents ringing in his ears. Barely five minutes since the Durmstrang students arrived, and he’s already managed to make a connection. Perfect.

Draco reaches for his glass, taking a drink before continuing on. “So, what do you think of Hogwarts? Of what you’ve seen so far, of course?”

Another Durmstrang student answers before Y/N can. “It’s nice. Very warm, compared to home.”

Y/N nods, feigning a serious expression, although Draco can tell that she’s hiding a smile. “So warm. Hot, even.”

Draco scoffs to play along. “It’s not that bad.”

Y/N widens her eyes tragically. “It was that bad! I thought we might melt.”

Draco holds her gaze for a moment longer and she breaks into a warm smile. He looks away quickly, fighting the urge to blush. Maybe he’s already backtracking on his promise that none of this matters- right now, he’s lingering on Y/N’s every word like a love struck fool. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that’s exactly what he is.

As it turns out, meeting Y/N L/N is one of the best accidents that has ever befallen him. They end up talking during dinner, and well into the night, or at least until Headmaster Karkaroff arrives to spirit the Durmstrang students back away to their sleeping quarters. Someone already raised the idea of having the other schools board their students in some of the house dorm rooms, but seeing as there isn’t nearly enough room for that to work, Draco finds himself waving a rather sad farewell to Y/N after the meal.

He is pleasantly surprised to find that the other students will be attending Hogwarts classes during the progression of the Triwizard Tournament, and practically leaps at the chance to walk Y/N from class to class. It’s just the two of them right now, striding briskly through the halls on the way to Transfiguration. It took a lot of work to be able to shake Crabbe and Goyle long enough to sneak off with Y/N, but it’s all worth it in the end.

A soft smile appears on Y/N’s face as she walks, taking in the different nooks and crannies of the place. Although Draco is fairly certain that nowhere is quite like Hogwarts, he can’t help but wonder what Durmstrang is like, so he asks. Y/N seems more than happy to answer, and they quickly settle into a quiet bubble of conversation.

“What’s it like there, anyway? Back at Durmstrang?”

Y/N hums to herself as she thinks. “It’s a lot like here, I guess. More like Slytherin than anything. They’re trying to teach us to be the best witches and wizards they can, and oftentimes that means being able to defend yourself at all costs.”

She looks up now, a spark of something burning behind her eyes. Draco either hadn’t noticed it was there before or had deluded himself into thinking that her soft smile was the only indicator he needed that the girl before him was merely kind and innocent. Y/N has likely performed the Dark Arts, maybe even many times before. This should make him want to quickly change the subject or get as far away as he can from her, but he doesn’t. In fact, he leans in closer so their shoulders brush against each other.

“Are all Durmstrang students like you?”

Y/N grins, breaking Draco from his trance. “What, friendly? We’re not all monsters, despite what you might hear.”

Draco shakes his head a little too quickly. “I meant more along the lines of curious. Investigative, maybe. I mean, you’re my age, right? Neither of us can compete in the Triwizard Tournament, but you’re here anyway.”

Y/N seems proud of that description, and Draco feels proud of himself by extension. “I wanted to see what it was like at the other wizarding schools. I mean, Durmstrang is nice, but I knew it wasn’t the limit of the world. Hogwarts is pretty similar, though. You have a lot more stone carvings, it feels lighter. More airy. Durmstrang is-”

She breaks off for a moment, as if picturing every detail of her home. “It’s beautiful. That’s not what most people would choose to fixate on, but it is. The grounds are massive, and I don’t think anyone has ever found the ends of it. I don’t think you’re supposed to find them. There are tiled mosaics on some of the floors, depicting spells most wizards have long since forgotten about. It’s cold all the time, so there are massive fires and candelabras. Sometimes I think that the castle is half supported by all of the wax melted into its corners.”

Draco nods as she talks, somehow able to visualize it himself. He’s heard rumors that Durmstrang could rival Hogwarts for the sheer number of hidden passageways and undiscovered rooms, and he can’t even begin to imagine the amount of secrets in a place like that. Some of them are so old that you’d be killed before you got the chance to tell anyone. He shivers slightly, fascinated.

“Well, at least now I’ve got a good reason for visiting.”

Y/N’s face lights up when he says this. “Oh, please come. I’ll introduce you to everybody.”

She pauses for a moment, a smirk cutting across her face as swiftly as the blade of a knife. “The Malfoys aren’t the only ones with good connections, you know.”

They talk more on the way through the halls, but her cunning expression remains. Now, Draco’s certain of it- he’s lost for her, pure and simple.

When news of the Yule Ball began to filter into the student body, Draco knew at once that he just had to ask Y/N before anyone else got around to it. If he heard rumors that some of his peers were also planning the same thing and they mysteriously ended up in the hospital wing or jinxed when they weren’t expecting it, well, that’s nobody’s business but his own. Y/N says yes, anyway, with a warm smile as if she’d been hoping he’d ask.

And, when Draco waits at the bottom of one of Hogwarts’ many carved stone staircases and sees her descending on the night of the dance, he knows from his first glimpse of her that he made the right choice. Y/N wears the same dress robes of all the other Durmstrang students, yet for some reason the thought pops into Draco’s head that they look far better on her than anyone else here. Draco has long despised red as the color of the Gryffindors, but when they spin around the Great Hall and Y/N’s scarlet, fur-lined cape swirls out in a circle around her, he thinks that he’s never seen a nicer shade.

The two of them never leave each other’s sides the entire night, although Draco is more than willing to fight off another of the other boys if they attempt to steal Y/N away from him. He issues out a few glares when necessary, though. Anything to maintain the magic of the night.

At last, when the music finally begins to die away into the rushing stillness, and the students begin to slip back to their respective dormitories, some of them far closer than when they first started out, Draco realizes regretfully that the dance has come to an end. He didn’t anticipate enjoying himself so much, but it was hard not to with a date like his.

Y/N seems sad that the night is ending as well. Draco already volunteered to walk her back to the Durmstrang ship without a second’s hesitation, and they now wend their way through the snow-trimmed courtyards near the edges of the castle. It’s late into the night, and the stars cast a pearlescent net down upon the two of them, clinging to Y/N’s hair, her eyes, her skin. Draco doesn’t think he could look away from her if he tried.

The worst part about this is thinking about how much time has passed, and not just counting tonight. Already, the Triwizard Tournament is beginning to slip away from them. One of the tasks has occurred, the second one not too far off on the horizon. The thought that the time will come when Y/N and the rest of the Durmstrang will have to leave Hogwarts behind makes Draco tighten his grasp on Y/N’s hand, as if he can keep her here forever just by keeping her here tonight.

Y/N looks up at him, eyes saddening as if thinking the exact same things. “I don’t really want this to end, you know,” she says, and Draco nods.

“Neither do I.” The moon hangs down overhead, and Draco wonders how many couples it spies making the exact same promises to never forget each other. Draco, however, intends to keep his end of it.

And he does, even when the tournament finally ends and the Durmstrang students sail away again. He holds Y/N tight to him before she goes, and stands at the windows for a long time afterwards, fooling himself into thinking that he can still her in the ripples of the empty lake. He writes first; couldn’t stop himself, but the days go by and he receives nothing back.

Finally, when he’d just about given up hope, a letter arrives at the Malfoy Manor addressed to Draco. He opens it hastily, casting the envelope onto the table without a second thought. Curious, his mother steps forward and retrieves it. Her eyebrows shoot up the moment she reads the name.

“You know one of the L/N family?”

Draco nods slowly. “Yes, we met during the Triwizard Tournament. Do you know them too?”

His father has stepped closer too, arm around his wife. “No, although I wish I did. This Y/N girl, she’s a direct descendant of Gellert Grindelwald. I’ve heard rumors calling her a prodigy.”

Draco lets out a low breath. He hadn't known any of that, but he can’t say that he minds it. And, with the way his parents are looking at him so proudly, it only makes him happier to start reading the words scrawled upon his letter. It appears that they’ve both started something quite good. Quite good indeed.

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Request: Hi can I request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor reader where they’re dating in secret & Draco decided to spend the holiday at Hogwarts instead of going back to the manor because he wants to spend more time with the reader but surprise surprise Narcissa decided to drop in to his dorm just to find them cuddling in front of the fireplace or something. She’s scared of course but Narcissa turns out to be very kind & welcoming and the three of them spend the day together and even invited her to come to the Malfoy Manor anytime she’d like Thank you! - @queenofmankind

A/N: I loved this request bc I am a sucker for secret relationships, like that is my shit. I’ll not lie, these last couple of days I have been really doubting my writing ability, but nevertheless, I hope I have done your request justice. It’s really fluffy bc I love fluffy Draco so much omg. Enjoy! (Title is from Liam Payne - Midnight)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (Gryffindor)

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 2.1k

Being pulled into a supply cupboard was not how you wanted to start your morning, but it happened, nonetheless.

You’re about to start shouting when a familiar voice whispers, “Lumos.”

The tip of his wand starts to glow with a pale light, and you’re greeted to the sight of your boyfriend smiling down at you.

“Draco! You can’t just go about pulling me into supply cupboards.”

“Why not?” He asks, crowding you against the wall. He’s so close to you that his breath fans over your face.

“What if we get caught? What if someone sees us?”

Draco shrugs, leaning in to kiss you but his lips land on your cheek when you move your head at the last minute.

“We both agreed we would keep this a secret. That means you can’t pull me into supply cupboards between classes.”

“I know, but would you believe me if I say I did it because I missed you?”

“I would, but only because I missed you too.” You reply, fisting a hand in the front of his robes to pull him in for a kiss.

He hums into the kiss, pressing you even further into the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck; one hand making its way into his hair, pulling lightly drawing a groan from his mouth. He responds by biting your bottom lip.

“The bell is going ring any minute.” You whisper against his lips.

Draco nods in acknowledgement but kisses you again and continues to do so until the aforementioned bell rings.

You pull away from him with a peck to his lips. You smooth down your robes and hair to make it look as if you haven’t been making out with the Slytherin Prince between classes.

His hand grabs yours as he tugs you in to kiss you again, “I’ve got to go,” You say, pecking his lips one more time, silently loving how he chases your lips for another, “I’ve got Divination and those stairs are killer. I’ll see you later?”

“Definitely. I’ll meet you in the astronomy tower after dinner.”

You blow him a kiss which he catches with a laugh before rushing to Divination. Professor Trelawney had a thing for making latecomers make the first prediction of the lesson.

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The closer it got to the holidays, the slower the school day became. In every lesson, you zoned out, finding it hard to keep your attention on the topic of the class. Instead, daydreaming of a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.

Being in a relationship with Draco was the last thing you expected to happen to you. A member of Gryffindor and raised a muggle, you didn’t think for one moment that Draco would look in your direction.

A friendship blossomed between the two of you after being assigned a paired essay in History of Magic on Gellert Grindelwald’s threat to the International Statute of Secrecy. Draco was apprehensive at first; his walls securely built around him. However, as time went on and progress on the essay was good, those walls steadily came down and he started to have feelings for you. He just didn’t know you felt the same way.

You couldn’t help but feel sad as you finished writing the final sentence of the essay. Your time with Draco was up and things were to return to how they were before.

He didn’t want that; you didn’t want that.

Whilst waiting for the ink to dry, Draco took it upon himself to confess that he didn’t want this to end. His happiest time of the week were the hours he spent with you, but he would understand if you didn’t feel the same way. Draco never got a chance to finish his sentence – you had pulled him in for a clumsy but sweet kiss. It was after you had pulled away that you both agreed to keep the relationship secret for fear of the reaction from his parents and your house.

A ball of paper hitting the back of your head breaks you from your reverie. Turning to see who threw it, you smile as you see Draco staring intensely at his textbook.

Unscrewing the wad of paper you read his recognisable scrawl: ‘What are you thinking about?’

You don’t take the time to think of a reply, simply writing: ‘You, like always.’ It’s worth it when you see the blush on his face as he reads your reply.

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The astronomy tower had always been a favourite of Draco’s. Somewhere he could come, think and not be disturbed. If you ever had trouble finding him through the school, your first port of call would always be the astronomy tower. In the early weeks of your relationship, it became your go-to meet up spot.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the tower was always worth it when you saw him waiting for you; the breath stolen from your lungs when his eyes landed upon you and he smiled.

Tonight was no different; the butterflies in your stomach had turned into a full-blow riot, but you knew they would settle the moment your eyes landed on Draco.

He’s already waiting; leaning against the railing, looking out across the view. The astronomy tower held the perfect vista of Black Lake and the Scottish Highlands behind it. You sometimes questioned how you went to school in such a wonderful place.

Draco turns at the sound of your footsteps, a smile already making its way across his face. He holds a hand out to you and you are quick to fold your hand into his, tangling your fingers together as you do so. He brings your joined hands up to his lips, dropping a small kiss to the back of your hand before letting them fall between the two of you.

“I liked your note, by the way.”

You laugh, “I could tell. That was some blush.”

He grins at you, savouring the sound of your laughter, “I like the fact that you always think of me.”

You hum, “I like it too, but I’m going to have to pay some attention to my work, I think it’s getting jealous.”

Draco pulls you into his side; his arm now wrapping around your shoulder. He presses not one, but two kisses into your hair before saying, “I’m staying at Hogwarts over the holidays.”

“You are?” You ask, your eyes wide, excitement starting to build.

He nods, confirming, “My parents want to go travelling for those two weeks, so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts instead.”

“They didn’t question it?”

“My mother wanted me to go with them, but my father wasn’t bothered. Besides, it means I get to stay here with you which is exactly why I told them no.”

Your body warms with those words, as if they take root in your heart.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“No!” You shout, wincing as you realise just how loud your voice is. Draco has a shit-eating grin across his face. “What I mean to say is, I don’t mind at all. I get to have you all to myself for two weeks.”

“Yes, you do.” Draco murmurs before pulling you in for a kiss; effectively ending all forms of conversation for now.

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The first week of the holidays, it is decided quickly that you were to stay in Draco’s room since his dorm mates had all gone home for the holiday.

Waking up to Draco is a whole new experience, and you can’t help but love every minute of it. His blonde haired messed up, his voice gravelly with sleep. Your mind flashes to ten, fifteen years from now – hearing that voice whispering sweet nothings to you in the morning.

You shift in his bed, moving the covers from your body when Draco’s arm clamps itself around your waist, pinning you to the bed.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, you’re staying in bed with me all day.” He says, rolling on top of you, bracing himself with his elbows. He runs his nose along the expanse of your neck before placing light, butterfly kisses across your jaw – teasing you, driving you to the brink of insanity.

Your legs wrap themselves around him, a hand tugging at his t-shirt as he finally presses his lips to yours.

You don’t leave the bed that day.

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After that morning, Draco has a hard time keeping his hands off you. Pulling you into empty classrooms or rarely visited stacks in the library. You’ve had to apologise to Madame Pince more times that you’d like to admit – but seeing this side of Draco, unafraid of what people think of him, it’s addicting. You’ve cornered him in the Slytherin common room just as much.

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The second week of the holiday starts blissfully; you wake wrapped around Draco each morning and you can’t help but want this for the rest of your life. To be able to wake up to him for the rest of your life, you would count it as a life well lived.

Sitting on one of the many couches dotted about the Slytherin common room, you read a muggle book you brought from home. It tells the story of a huntress taken away by a faerie in payment for the death of the faerie’s sentries – the huntress soon starts to fall for her captor, and she promises to break the curse on his land. It keeps you enthralled as Draco reads the muggle classic Frankenstein after you introduced it to him some months ago.

The fire is roaring, Draco’s hand doodles aimless patterns on the top of your thigh from where your legs are thrown across his. You catch his hand every time it travels higher up your thigh; not missing the smirk on his face as you do so.

Neither of you think to look up from your respective books as the door to the common room opens. Neither of you think to look up until a delicate cough breaks your bubble.

“Mother,” Draco greets, standing up from the couch, pulling you up with him. His arm automatically going to your waist, as if it belonged there.

“Draco, who is this?” Narcissa asks, not taking her eyes off you.

Draco’s arm remains tight around your waist, “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Her next question is directed at you, “How long have you been seeing my son?”

“Almost six months now.” You answer, keeping your voice steady. This was not how you envisioned finally meeting his parents.

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I think I do.” You answer honestly. Draco’s hand squeezing your waist tightly.

Narcissa smiles, her eyes now on Draco’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist. She smooths out an invisible crease in her dress before saying, “Then that’s all that matters.”

“You don’t care that I’m a Gryffindor?” You ask, the words flying out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“I care if Draco is happy and by the looks of it, he is. Your house doesn’t matter to me. Now I came here to see my son, and I’ve met his girlfriend as well. I say we take a walk into Hogsmeade and get some lunch – how does that sound?”

“Of course, mother.” Draco states, “I’ll grab our coats.” He kisses your cheek before rushing to his dormitory.

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Lunch with Narcissa went brilliantly, if you could say so yourself. She declined Draco’s offer of walking back to Hogwarts with the two of you; deciding to apparate from Hogsmeade instead. She kissed your cheek before she left and extended an invitation to visit Malfoy Manor whenever you wanted – she wanted to get to know the girl who her son had fallen in love with.

Walking back to Hogwarts, yours and Draco’s hands swing between you. If this was bliss, you didn’t want to know anything else. If this was being in love, then you didn’t want to be proved wrong. All you wanted was the boy walking next to you – for the rest of your life, if possible.

“(Y/N)?” Draco asks, coming to a stop in the middle of the path.

You hum, “Yes, Draco?”

“What would you say to us going public? Not hiding anymore?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Draco speaks over you. “I’m tired of having to pretend that I don’t want you, that I don’t love you. Because I do, I love you, a lot. I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of now, my mother knows, and everything will be okay.” He wraps his arms around you, “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

You throw your arms around his neck, tugging him down for a long, unhurried kiss. His hands tighten on you whilst yours find purchase in his hair. It’s a long time before you pull away from the other; completely unaware of how many people have hurried past you.

Your hand strokes his cheek as you whisper, “I love you too. Let’s not hide anymore.”

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years

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Dance of Seduction: Gellert Grindelwald x Reader - Part 1

Summary: Royalty AU! Albus takes you to a party thrown by his old friend, Gellert Grindelwald. He missed out on a few details.

Notes: Fem!Reader. AU!

Albus Dumbledore had been a friend of yours for many years. He was ever present when you needed him and always seemed to be able to read your mind.

It was no wonder people were so fond of him. He had many people wish to know him and be of his acquaintance, which was usually a reason people didn't bother with you, jealous of your close friendship with the man.

Tonight would be another reason of their jealously as he knocked on your door, dressed to the nines.

No matter what reason of needing him, he would come to your aid. Tonight, it was the other way around.

He wrote to you, claiming it was urgent and that he could ask no one else. There were very few people he trusted through and through. He seemed the request odd, considering his preference to partners, but didn't know who to ask.

You were his first thought.

Albus had received an invitation from an old friend of his. The invitation was for a ball at the castle on the hill.

As far as you were aware no one lived up there, but Albus told you that someone owned it. Apparently it wasn't their home, but the property was theirs. The castle had been chosen as a location for the party.

You had asked who Albus knew that owned a castle. Your only reply was a small grin and a short response of 'You'd be surprised who I know.'

You opened the door and poked your head out, smiling softly at your dear friend.

"Not ready yet?" He teased, seeing you in your pyjamas.

"I don't want to ruin the dress you got me."

"I got it for you to wear tonight and you won't ruin it. You'll look lovely." He closed the door behind him as entered your little home.

Biting your bottom lip you sighed softly and stood on the first step of your staircase, turning to face him.

"Alright, I'll go get ready. Just, wait here..." You quietly shuffled upstairs.

Albus chuckled softly to himself and walked into your living room, admiring the quaint living space. He walked over to the fireplace and gazed at the photos resting on it.

A photo of him and yourself, smiling at the camera. He felt a smile come to him at the thought of the day it was taken. He hadn't long since become a professor and wanted to celebrate his success with you.

The second photo was of his brother, whom you were also friends with, but didn't see much of these days. Albus turned away from the photos.

The young man listened as he heard you come down the stairs, a quiet shuffling sound following your steps. You appeared in the doorway, dressed in the gown he had chosen for you. A deep blue dress that sparkled as you moved.

"You look beautiful!" He gave you his award winning smile.

"It feels far too expensive for me, but I feel wonderful in it." You were blushing.

"Shall we make our move? The party starts within an hour and we need to make the trip up the hill." He offered you his arm.

"Alright, but I demand to hear about our host and how you know him. He owns a castle, I want answers."

"All in good time." He chuckled.

The pair of you left your small home and started your journey by carriage. The trip wasn't too long, but neither of you wanted to be late. You got the impression this was quite a spectacle you were attending and you didn't want to embarrass your dear friend.

"Tell me about our host then." You turned to Albus.

"He's an old friend of mine."

"You've told me before, but who is he? What does he do?"

"He's a prince from abroad. His family gave him this small castle as a present on his 18th birthday. I don't see him often, as you'd expect. We stay in touch when we can." Albus turned to you to see your expression.

"He's a.... prince?"

"Yes."

"An actual prince? Royalty?"

"Yes."

"Albus, how could you keep that from me? How do you expect me to meet a prince! What is this party for?" You rushed your questions and began to freak out.

"Calm down. The party is basically for show, he likes showing off. Gellert Grindelwald is his name. He's wealthy, great things are expected of him and he has a certain flair to him. Despite all that, he rarely gets close to anyone. Through all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever seen or heard about any other friends."

"Yet, he's throwing a party." You peered at Dumbledore curiously.

"Like I said, he likes to show off what he has. I don't believe he staying for very long, a few days only. I don't see him often, so I'm glad to be able to tonight. Thank you for coming with me." Albus smiled.

"Did I have to come? Wouldn't it be better to go alone? He is your friend after all."

"I feel much better with you beside me." He sighed softly. "Its been several years, I feel better bringing a companion."

You reached out and gave his hand a gentle pat.

"Don't worry. It may not sound like it, but I'm glad you invited me. Well have fun and you can catch up with this Mr. Grindelwald again." Your smile was warm and made Albus feel at ease.

"Thank you."

You shifted the conversation along for the rest of the journey, trying to make Albus feel a little more comfortable about seeing his friend again.

When the carriage came to a stop, the door was opened for you. Albus climbed out first and offered you his hand, guiding you down the step and making sure your had a steady footing when you got out. The ride had felt like a long one and it surely felt good to stretch your legs.

You stood beside Albus and gazed up at the large wooden doors. Music could be heard from within there and people were entering from around you.

"Shall we?" Albus offered his arm.

You nodded and took it gracefully.

You leaned into his side slightly as you walked along the hall. Voices could be heard in a huge mumble in the air, nerves began to set in. It sounded like there was quite the crowd here tonight.

The hall opened into, what could only best be described as, a ballroom.

You gasped softly at the sight before you. Candles lit up the entire room, people chatting, laughing and dancing around you.

"This is amazing!" You gazed up at the ceiling, every spot above you was covered in a painting made to look like the night sky.

"He's very proud of this place. Every aspect has some meaning behind it and Gellert likes them to be on display." Albus smiled softly as he, too, gazed up at the ceiling.

"What do you think it means?" Your voice barely whispered.

"He once told me that the ceiling represented his life. Each star being an important moment in his life."

"He's had a lot of them then." You looked back at your friend.

"I believe he didn't tell me the whole story. I think it means far more than just that. I never asked him about it though."

"You're a good friend, Albus." You smiled at each other.

A door on top of a staircase opened, the sound echoed above the crowds voices. He clicked shut again as everyone turned to take note of a man atop of the stairs. The room fell silent.

"His highness is glad you could all come tonight. He hopes the party has been to your liking so far. Now it is my honour to present him to you tonight. A round of applause if you will, his highness, Prince Gellert Grindelwald." The man bowed his head and raised his arm as the doors openednonce again.

You watched with curiosity as a tall man, dressed in fine black clothing came out in to view.

The room filled with applause.

Gellert grinned at his audience and opened up his arms to welcome everyone.

"Thank you for your warm welcome, and apologies for my late arrival. Please, as you were. Do not let my presence interupt the festivities!"

The guests gave a cheer and continued onwards to their conversations. The music played once again and couples took to the floor for a dance.

The Prince gazed over the crowd, his eyes searching for a familiar face. A grin at her itself upon his lips when he spotted his old friend.

Gellert descended the stairs and began to make his way over to where you stood with Albus.

"I'll introduce you shall I?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Oh no, Albus, wait!" You began to panic.

Albus had began to close the distance between him and the prince. You had no choice but to follow him.

Nerves settled in your stomach.

#gellert grindelwald #grindelwald x reader #fantastic beasts #dance of seduction #part 1

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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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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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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Who wants a fanfic!? Gellert Grindelwald!? (JOHNNY DEPP VERSION!)

Smut or fluff?

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #gellert grindleward #crimes of grindelwald #grindelwald x reader #gellert grindelwald x fem reader #grindlewald x y/n

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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How’re you?💜💜🥰

I'm pretty good! I'm just working on my Grindelwald story!💜💜💜

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #grindlewald x y/n #gellert grindelwald x fem reader #grindelwald x reader #crimes of grindelwald

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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heliads · 3 years

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Draco Malfoy Masterlist

Friendships End - Based on this request: “Draco Malfoy x fem!slytherin!reader where they used to be BEST friends and started to date, but then ended up breaking up on bad terms. Best friends to exes to lovers” Imagine

Of Fate and Fruit - Based on this request: “a fluffy imagine where draco starts eating green apples bc it reminds him how the reader smells” Imagine

Better Days Will Come - Based on this request: “Draco x fem reader fic where reader is the daughter of MCU Loki? while she grew up in Asgard, she's studying at Hogwarts to hone her witchcraft. She's just as cunning as loki, and she and Draco get along because of their belief system.” Marvel Crossover

Visitors From Durmstrang (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) - Based on this request: “Draco x f reader where the reader is a Durmstrang student, and she and Malfoy get close over the Triwizard tourney, and after a while, it's revealed that she's a the granddaughter of Gellert Grindelwald - a pureblood and a prodigy no less. Lucius is ecstatic, Draco is awed, and Narcissa is just exasperatedly fond of everything going on.” Imagine

Things We Share - Based on this request for my 3k celebration: “Draco Malfoy x reader with prompts 1. You want me to be your fake boyfriend/girlfriend?8. “Just don’t fall in love with me.” “Trust me, that’s not a problem.” 13. If this is your way of asking me out, I think I’m going to need you to try a little harder. where Draco asks reader to fake a relationship with him?” Imagine

An Over-Influence of Pansies - You and Draco have been close friends for a very long time. You almost thought that you could have a chance to be something more until the start of the new school year brings Pansy Parkinson back in force. Imagine

Falling Asleep/In Love (Part One) (Part Two) - As it turns out, you and your closest friend Draco have a few things in common- first of all, you’re very sleep deprived, and second of all, you always turn to the other for comfort. Imagine

Dating Draco Malfoy and Being a Gryffindor Would Include... Headcanons

The Issue of the Dance - You’re best friends with Draco Malfoy, that much is a given. When you’re asked to the Yule Ball by a Durmstrang student, however, Draco seems oddly irritated. Imagine

Some Small Comfort - Based on this request: “reader is having a really bad day for no reason and Draco comforts her and one of the ways he does is kissing her forehead and wrapping his arms around her so she can bury herself into his chest” Imagine

What We Are - You’ve hated Draco Malfoy from the moment you met him at the Sorting Ceremony all those years ago. However, you have the strangest feeling that things are changing between the two of you- like just maybe, you like him more than you thought. Imagine

Partnership - When Y/N L/N is paired with Draco Malfoy for a Potions assignment, she assumes it’s just her bad luck. However, the two may have more in common than she’d thought. Imagine

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy masterlist #masterlist #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter oneshot #harry potter masterlist #draco #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco imagines #draco masterlist #draco oneshot

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years

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Dance of Seduction: Gellert Grindelwald x Reader - Part 2

Summary: Royalty AU! Albus takes you to a party thrown by his old friend, Gellert Grindelwald. He missed out on a few details.

Notes: Fem!Reader. AU!

Albus and Gellert met face to face in the middle of the room. They hugged each other with smiles on their faces. You stood to the side and watched them greet one another.

"Its been so long." Albus smiled at his dear friend.

"Too long. You'll have to forgive me."

"Nonsense. I was happy to receive an invitation for tonight."

"I hoped you didn't think I had forgotten about you." Gellert spoke deeply, amusement flashed in his odd coloured eyes. You found yourself drawn to them.

"Not at all. Let me introduce you to my friend, Y/N." Albus turned to look at you, holding out his arm so you would come closer.

You shuffled over to them nervously.

Gellert's eyes drifted to you. You couldn't read his expression, but his smile seemed friendly and though he was quite intimidating, you found yourself smiling back.

You closed the distance between you and him and held your hand out.

"It's nice to meet you, Albus has told me about you."

Gellert took your hand, but instead of shakingit he held it up to his lips and gave it a small kiss. The action caused your heart to race and a blush to rise to your cheeks. You supposed him being a prince made it obvious he'd be such a gentleman.

"The honour is mine." His smile grew, his never leaving yours as he stood upright. "I'm quite envious. He hasn't mentioned you before. Why would he keep such a lovely person a secret from me?" He chuckled.

Albus chuckled too as he shuffled on the spot. "I didn't realise I had to tell you about all my friends." He smiled at Gellert. "Though I'm glad you two could finally meet."

"Shame we hadn't met sooner."

His hand was still holding yours and you couldn't help but think about how comfortable and warm it was.

He, too, seemed to notice and gave a subtle wink in your direction.

Your cheeks were surely blossoming in pink.

"Perhaps the lady will allow me a dance?"

You looked up at him, your mind blank as you took him in. It was at this point took could take him in and admire this mysterious man.

The suit he wore fitted him like a glove. You could see the velvet waistcoat over his crisp white shirt. The buttons a shiny silver. The coat he wore over them was entailed with detail, but it was hard to see earlier as it was black. This close, you could tell he was a prince. He looked so expensive... and he had asked you to dance.

You blinked.

"Oh! Yes, I would like that very much."

Gellert chuckled and cast his eyes to Albus for a moment.

"One dance and I'll have your date back."

"Oh, she's not my date. Y/N agreed to accompany me tonight, but she's as free as a bird."

"Albus!" You looked at him wide eyed.

Both men chuckled as you were led away to where many other couples were dancing.

Eyes drifted to your direction as you neared.

Of course people would stare. You were about to dance with the prince. By their expressions he was very much adored and appreciated.

The music for the next song began and you took your position with Gellert.

The hand he places on your waist was gentle. He subtly pulled you closer to his body as he lead the dance.

Your eyes were focused on your feet, worried about stepping on his own. You didn't want to embarrass yourself by stepping on a prince. The whole situation was already overwhelming.

"Look up. I'll lead you slowly, you don't have to worry about missing a step." He spoke lowly, it felt rather personal. His breath was brushing the skin of your face.

Gazing up you realised just how close the pair of you were. His lips were curled upwards.

His eyes. You looked at them, taken away. His mismatched gaze was soothing and you felt you could lose yourself within them.

"Trust me?"

You nodded. He chuckled.

"I don't bite. You can talk to me. We have a mutual friend, you know."

You bit your lip and turned your gaze away.

"Ah ah, look at me." His tone was slightly teasing.

You gazed back at him slowly.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? We can stop." He offered.

"No. This is nice. I'm just... I feel out of place here. Albus only told me you were a prince on the way here and I've never been anywhere as amazing as this before." You admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, so you were worried about making your impression?"

"First impressions are important, don't you think?"

"I do. Tell me, what was your first impression of me?" He was basically whispering in your ear at this point.

"You made quite an entrance, but I'm very impressed. You're very handsome, I can't deny that. You're... charming and there's something about you."

"Oh? What is that then?" His was grinning.

"I don't know yet." You spoke a little more confidently, becoming more comfortable with him.

"Curious." He spun you around.

Albus watched from the side lines as you danced with his old friend. He was smiling at the image of you two together. It hasn't been his intention when he invited you, but he couldn't help thinking that the two of you looked quite good together.

He wondered what you two were talking about as you moved across the floor. He could see the smile on Gellert's face and the sheepish way you looked back at him.

The song ended and Gellert lead you back to Albus.

"Perhaps I should fetch some drinks while we catch up, Albus?" Gellert had finally moved his gaze away from you, but his hand had remained in yours right up until you both reached Albus again.

Dumbledore nodded and watched his friend kiss your hand again before leaving to fetch you all drinks. He turned to you and smiled rather proudly.

"What?" You asked him, feeling rather confused by his expression.

"You two were getting along."

"It was just one dance."

"He couldn't take his eyes off of you." Albus arched a brow in your direction, his grin was smug.

"Shut up, Albus."

"It's true. I think he's taken with you. His family bugs him about when he plans to wed, I think he's held it off for so long because he's so... him. He doesn't usually play all that well with others."

"What are you implying?" You glared childishly at him.

"That maybe you've changed his mind. Even now, while he's getting us drinks, he's looking over at us. At you."

You dared no even peek, but you could feel eyes on you.

"You're just messing with me." You crossed your arms. "He doesn't even know me."

"I think he wants to."

"Albus!"

"I'm sorry." He chuckled.

Gellert soon returned and gave you each a glass. No doubt expensive champagne. He did like to show off.

"What were you two talking about?" His beautiful eyes lingered on you.

"Nothing." You were quickly becoming shy again.

A group of guests, both male and female, were gathered a short distance behind Gellert. They were gossiping to each other as they looked at him.

Gellert peered over his shoulder when he noticed you gazing at them. His lips quirked upwards as he took it upon himself to move closer towards you and stand close beside you.

You looked up at him confused.

"Are you... alright?" You asked quietly.

Albus was trying to contain his grin, but he was failing horribly.

"Are you?" Gellert replied back.

"I am, but you just came over all of a sudden."

"I'm showing those fine people over there that I'm occupied. I have much more interesting company to spend my evening with. Perhaps we should dance again to show them I'm not interested?" He offered.

"Oh, um. We don't have to do that."

"I'd like to."

He had placed his glass down on a table and offered you his hand once again.

You glanced at Albus, who was smiling at you, and then you took the hand offered to you.

The group watched as Gellert led you back onto the floor. This time however, no one else was dancing.

Gellert pulled you in close to him and swayed with you. He moved faster than before, but not too much faster that you couldn't keep up.

There was something quite... magical about the piece of music being played.

A part of you wanted to look around to see how many people were staring, but you couldn't look away from his mesmerising gaze.

"It's just come to my attention that Albus may have mentioned you once before." He whispered.

"He did?"

"Yes. I'm sure he was talking about you."

"What did he say?"

"I told him I would never find someone to settle down with. I'm intimidating and forward."

"Yet, handsome and seductive?"

"You find me seductive?"

"Yes. I find it hard that you don't have someone at your side. Everyone seems to dawn over you. You look their way and they make a fuss. You speak and people listen. I've been here no more than an hour and I already have this impression of you." You gave him a small smile.

"It is true I have many people admire me, but I've done nothing to be admired for."

"You're a prince. That's reason enough."

"We're getting away from the point." He chuckled.

"Right. Carry on, Albus mentioned me." You gave him your attention again.

"He said that there was someone out there who could put up with me." He chuckled. "Someone I would get on with."

"So, he told you I was that person?"

"Yes, in a way. He told me he knew someone. He never gave me a name, but he told me he had a friend who would compliment my personality." He smiled softly at you.

"Then what?"

"That was it. We never brought up the subject again. I rarely see him these days, and I never thought he'd actually introduce us. There are times I'm uncertain to his teasing or not."

"Sounds just like him." You giggled.

Gellert swirled you around. The skirt of your dress flowed out as you spun. He brought you close to his chest again, ignoring the jealousy coming from guests.

"I am certain he meant you." He gazed at you softly.

"How are you so sure?"

"Gut feeling. The moment I laid my eyes on you my breath was taken away. You are the only being more beautiful than the stars above, and that's quite a compliment I have given you." His smug grin made you smile at him.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

Gellert dipped you.

"I've only ever said such a thing to you. I want to know you." He admitted with so much emotion laced in his words.

He stood you back up and you stared at him, neither of you moving as people around you clapped.

"Then get to know me."

Gellert took your hand and lead you away from prying eyes.

Albus watched his friend take you through the double doors and out into the garden.

He was smiling.

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years

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Dance of Seduction: Gellert Grindelwald x Reader - Part 3 (end)

Summery: Royalty AU! Albus takes you to a party thrown by his old friend, Gellert Grindelwald. He missed out on a few details.

Notes: Fem!Reader. AU!

The handsome prince led you outside to the garden where you both could be alone to talk. No prying eyes. No other voices. Just the two of you in the light of the moon.

As expected the garden was grand and well presented. Flowers bloomed as far as the eye could see and the moonlight reflected on the surface of the lake just ahead.

It took your breath away.

Gellert held your hand delicately as he walked with you down a small path. A fountain sat just ahead of you and the sound of the water was relaxing. You smiled as he gestured for you to sit on the edge. He sat down beside you, not once tearing his gaze from yours.

"This place continues to amaze me." You smiled. "You're very lucky to have such a place to call home... A home."

"Yes, indeed, but no matter how much I have, I'm still missing something."

"How very cliché. You hardly know me."

"Isn't that why we're out here? So I can know you?" He chuckled. "We've danced twice tonight, I feel we should start on getting to know one another."

You bit your bottom lip softly as you gazed at him.

"Alright. Ask me anything."

Gellert racked his brain for a few moments trying to figure where he should start. Hisbgaze met yours as his lips twitched in amusement.

"Where are you from?"

"I've lived here all my life. Born and raised." You smiled. "How many castle do you have?"

He was amused by your question. "Two. One here, one in Austria. What do you do?"

"I work of my family's book store. How come you're not married. Albus told me you've been putting it off. Isn't that expected of you, being a prince and all?"

"Albus has shared quite a bit with you, hasn't he?" He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "I don't play well with others, people are a resource. I don't become attached. Why aren't you married?"

"Who said I wasn't?" You challenged.

"You're not wearing a ring." He gestured to your bare hands.

"Maybe I took it off."

"I'm sticking with you being single." He smirked. "Answer the question."

"I'm not a people person. Albus is my only friend."

"Lucky Albus."

"He must be, you're his friend after all. How did he become friends with a prince?" You asked curiously.

"We met when we were younger. This castle was a gift from my parents. I met him in town and we've been friends ever since. We doesn't always agree on things, but we remain quite close."

"That's sweet." You smiled softly. "The ceiling in the ballroom, it's beautiful. Albus said there was a meaning to it. What do the stars mean? He said the represent an important moment in your life."

"In a way I suppose he's correct. Each big star represents a member of my family. The biggest ones being the men in my family and the slightly smaller ones being the women." He explained. "The had the smaller ones painted to make up the starry sky. Stars are stunning, do you not think so?"

"Oh, I do!" You gazed up at the sky above. "Every single one is beautiful."

Grindelwald's eyes were lingering on you.

"I find you more stunning than the stars. That gown you're wearing represents all your beauty, it's reflecting the night sky."

Your eyes trailed down to the skirt of your dress and you ran a hand gently along the fabric. The stars shimmered with the ripple as the skirt moved under your fingers tips.

"Albus chose it for me." You smiled softly. "I like it a lot."

"I think it compliments me, don't you? Almost as if he wanted us to look good together." There was teasing in his tone.

"Are you implying he was aiming for that?"

"I wouldn't put it past him. He's a man full of surprises." Gellert stood from the fountain and gazed around the garden. "I think he invited you here so we could meet. He knew I would like you instantly." His whole expression was smug.

"Why would he want that? Don't get me wrong, you've been wonderful company and I am glad we met. You're a lot more down to earth that I expected." You gave a little chuckle.

"I don't know, but I hope I'm right." He looked at you sweetly.

You looked at him, lips parted, heart racing, blush on your cheeks. This felt like something out of a fairy tale. This kind of thing didn't happen in real life.

"I'm flattered."

Gellert held out his hand to you. You grasped it, your eyes lost in his. This moment felt magical and surreal. He pulled you up off the fountain and he guided you closer to him. He gazed down at you, dare you say, lovingly.

With his free hand he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was soft and almost non existent.

His lips seemed so close. Just a little more and yours would meet his.

"Will you allow me to see you after tonight?" He voice was just above a whisper.

"I would like that very much."

Instead of kissing your lips he brought for hand to his and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm only here a few days before I return home to my family, but I'll be back soon. I promise you that."

"I'll be waiting." You gave your brightest smile.

Behind Gellert you saw movement. Albus had come out with a few guests who seemed to be looking for their host.

Respectfully you took a step back from the prince and waved over at Albus, who in return waved back.

"Your guests are missing you, old friend." Albus chuckled as he cane over.

The group by the door wig chatting away, looking at their host.

"I suppose I should at least return to talk to others." Gellert spoke, putting on his princely facade. He gazed at you and give you subtle wink, grinning as you became bashful.

"We should head home anyway." Albus looked at you, a glint in his eye.

"So soon?"

"I'm afraid we must. It was good to see you though. I hope it won't be too long before your next visit."

Gellert gave Albus a hug.

"Sooner than you probably think." He glanced at you. Albus seemed to know what he was hinting at.

When they pulled apart he turned his attention back to you again.

"I expect to see you at east once before I leave. I want to know more about you. The woman who's captured my heart."

Your smile couldn't widen any more.

"I'll be sure to come by again before your departure then, Gellert."

Albus coughed awkwardly, making the pair of you chuckle.

"Your guests are waiting." He told his friend again.

The three of you walked back towards the entrance of the hall. Albus and yourself stopping just outside.

The guests turned back inside and they saw Gellert returning. He turned back you before he went back inside.

"I'll be holding you to your word."

"You can count on me."

The handsome prince watched you go as Albus helped you into the carriage. Before Dumbledore climbed in Gellert came over to him and the two spoke quietly to one another. You tried to lean in to see if you catch what they were saying, but you couldn't hear anything.

The old friends gave each other one final hug before Albus climbed in after you. The pair of you waved at Gellert as the carriage left.

"What were you two talking about?" You asked right away.

"He thanked me for bringing you." He smiled.

"That's it?"

"You've caught his attention. Very few people manage to do that. You've made an impression."

"I think that may be your fault, Albus." You gazed down at the skirt of your dress and ran your hand across it like you did in the garden.

"Why is that?"

"Gellert said you chose this dress for me because you knew it would compliment him. I'd catch his eye and you'd know he'd want to talk to me." You explained, feeling a little shy.

Albus began to chuckle. His laughter made him seem all the more guilty.

"I think you're good for one another." He admitted. "I wanted you to meet him because I also worry about you."

"You worry about me?" Your head leaned to one side.

"I'm the only person you talk to. I wanted you meet someone who made you feel special. He did make you feel special, didn't he?"

"He did."

"Good. I think you'd be good together. I'll make sure to take you to visit him again before he leaves."

"Thank you, Albus."

"It's my pleasure." He reached over and gave your hand a gentle pat.

"He told me about the ceiling." You smiled.

"He told me to."

"Oh? It's an interesting family tree." You said thoughtfully.

"Yes, it is. He told me something quite curious about it too." Albus smiled as if he was trying to contain his excitement.

"What did he say?"

"He told me he would leave a space by his star for you." He looked at you with a wide smile.

"He said that?" You were wide eyed.

"He did. You can ask him when we return."

"Albus! Oh no, what should I wear? Should I bring a thank you gift? Is he asking me on a date? No, wait, you'll be there..." Your mind began to fire off questions.

"Calm down. Be yourself. I'll drop you off and leave you both together."

"Oh, Albus. I want to see him again."

"You will." He held your hand soothingly. "Soon."

You smiled at him and thanked him.

The smile on your face remained for the rest of the night. Had you known that after meeting the prince you would find yourself falling for him, you would never have believed it.

Tonight had been an important night and one you would never forget.

Thank the stars you had a friend like Albus.

The end!

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