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This is so Albus pls @magicblooms

Credit ▪ Paris, 2014 – Saint Laurent by Paul Franco and Emmanuel Giraud

Thinking abt albus sketching him when he's not paying attention @magicblooms

“My darling, at times I feel as though a pool of dark sticky water were closing up on me and in your absence, I am reduced to nothingness.”

— Channing H.M

“I feel like I invent horrible situations and emotions in my head so convincingly that I give up on everything before anything even happens”

— Gabby Bess, from “Jeanne Dielman,” Alone with Other People

“You walk within my subconscious like the moonlight spreading in the last hours of the night, in a locked abandoned church.”

— Channing H.M

He cried out against his mouth, fingers tightening against messy blonde curls as he kissed him, a near sob of pleasure escaping him. He panted and gasped against his mouth, thighs already trembling as he felt him rock his hips up. He greedily rolled his hips down to meet his thrusts, readily rocking his hips down onto him with a choked cry of his name. He bounced on him desperately hard and fast, his own cock achingly hard and dripping against his stomach. He whined, begging him to touch him as soft gasps and pleas left him, not even realizing he'd started crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. Soft overwhelmed sobs left him, babblings of I love you and I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry leaving him, gripping his shoulders tightly. @magicblooms

It had been the better half of two years since he'd last seen Gellert Grindelwald in the flesh- Though he had heard plenty of whispers, murmurs in the dark corners of the wizarding world. Ever since his younger sister Ariana's funeral he had packed what he could and fled Godric's Hollow and never looked back. He had toured the world as he has intended to before the terrible accident that befell Kendra Dumbledore due to an outburst of his sisters wayward magic, and that following summer, well.. He came.

News of his research and success spread like wildfire in the wizarding world- The Daily Prophet, Wizard Weekly, every and any wizarding world outlet found themselves posting his research and findings. After that, well.. Unhealthy obsession befell Albus Dumbledore once more with the deathly hallows, specifically the resurrection stone. He had been studying it long before Grindelwald came along and now he had more incentive, with three members of his family befalling tragic deaths.

If anything could bring them back, it was the stone.

He travelled the world in search of it, consumed by grief and mourning, which drove him on even more. Searching the darker corner of the wizarding world- He was no stranger to it. Not after Grindelwald. He found himself listening in, occupying dark wizarding clubs, darker places such as Knockturn Alley- When he heard whispers of his former lover from Godric's Hollow. Rumors of a rally taking place, to gain followers for his- Their movement. Change the world.. It's what they said they'd do.

For the greater good.

For the weeks that followed, he found out where it was taking place. He was adorned in head to toe in all black, a hood shrouding most of his fiery red curls as he made his way into the crowd, finding himself blending in. At least, he had hoped so. Baby blue eyes found themselves glued to his husband on stage, as he ranted and raved about what he sought to do, words flowing like the magic that so easily made up both halves of the star crossed lovers of Godric's Hollow, that poetic way he has with words.

He felt his heart beat in his chest. @magicblooms

He was breathless when he pulled away from the kiss suddenly, head falling back as a breathy, loud moan was torn from the back of his throat as he continued to stroke him, desperately bucking up into his hand with nearly a sob of overwhelming pleasure. It had been far too long, and he needed to feel every inch of him right now. He pushed a third finger into himself, legs slightly spread and trembling with pleasure as he worked himself open- And between his husband working over his cock and himself his aching hole, it was a wonder he didn't come on the spot, a sob of pleasure escaping him. When he was satisfied enough, he was greeted with the sight of pulling slick fingers out of himself, tugging him closer with his legs around his waist. "Gellert- Ah! Please, fuck, I need you inside me-" he damn near begged, whining. @magicblooms

It had been nearly four years now since the events of godrics hollow and his sisters death as follows. Yes, his sisters death had been a tragic accident- But he also knew it was what freed him from that awful place, able to finally travel as he wanted. That summer after he fled after Ariana's funeral, he did, in fact, get to travel the world with Elphias for what was left of that summer.

At some point he ended up in Paris a couple years under Nicolas Flamel, helping the alchemist with his research as partners. That same summer he and Gellert, unable to stay away from one another had a fling off and on throughout the summer he was in Paris. Not long after, a year and a half later he became fascinated by dragons blood, discovering 12 uses of it, which earned his recognition tenfold and had the school reach out to offer him a teaching position.

He had accepted.

Now, here he was, after finishing his shopping at Diagon Alley some days ago found himself in Knockturn Alley, once again in desperate and obsessive searching of the remaining two hallows- Despite what his lover might've thought, he had never ceased his search. He also found himself desperately searching for any sort of dark artifact or potion that could possibly relieve the overwhelming GRIEF that threatened to consume him, even still. Consumed in his research and search for the hallows helped distract him- But it could only do so much. Once again, defeated in his search for such an object, he found himself walking out of another shop, dressed in a dark suit, fiery red curls falling around his sapphire blue eyes.

Unexpecting to the fates that would have them cross paths once again, as a familiar blonde watched him from afar. @magicblooms

He swallowed thickly, blinking away hot tears that continued to roll down his cheeks, sniffling quietly. He was a mess, and he hated it. It was rarely after the hollows he'd seen him like this, nearly inconsolable and a wreck. His lip quivered against him, fingers tightening against his shirt. "I- I'm sorry, I-" was all he managed to sputter out, swallowing back a sob, hiding his face in his shoulder as a quiet hiccup escaped him, clinging to him desperately. Whenever he'd gotten like this in the hollows over seemingly small things, it had been due to being strong too long then, too. Like a dam finally breaking apart. @magicblooms

"I heard everything you said."

"You'll have to be a bit more specific than that, darling." He might be playing innocent, but also that could refer to so many things.