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Remember the Christmas Wreath I posted in December? Here it is again, redecorated for spring!
© Melli ~ Don’t share/repost without credit please.
Moodboard of Gellert Grindelwald dating a ginger boy from ilvermony.
Requested by: @blind-daydream
The spell of Scheherezade
Love is not a spell, love will go bad, will migrate, will be expelled from the heart, will become an equal amount of despair and hate.
But love will not disappear.
So Finite Incantatem is totally useless!
(Reprinted with permission)
GRINDELDORE FROM 6.深海巨狗/人止
I did the translation work with some help of my friends,and we are not professional…So there may be some mistakes…
THANK @o0cresentia0o,SHE/HE HELP ME PROOFREAD IT, HELP ME CORRECTED INAPPROPRIATE WORDS AND PHRASES.I AM REALLY REALLY GRATEFUL !
PS: Why I can’t find my posts except the unclear one when I search tags I added?
« They parted ways, but never stopped loving . »
© Melli ~ Don’t share/repost without credit please
“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?” (from Albie)
@ofweaknessandtemptation
He should have known that it wasn’t his greatest idea to try his hands on the muggle way of preparing dinner. Still, much to his misunderstanding, Albie was so fond of muggles that he wanted to give it a try. Collecting the ingredients by hand, carfully measuring the seasonings, mixing them together, pre heating the stove, all of that proved to be more complicated than he had anticipated.
Nevertheless, in the end he was able to serve a plate of stew made out of potatoes, different vegetables and maybe a little bit too much salt. Why did that huge amount have to spill out of the salt tin after all? It was nothing but troublesome, and he swore to never cook the muggle way again.
Gilbert let his friend try the stew at first, eagerly watching him and awaiting his initial reactions. But the face he made was not one that was utterly pleased by perfect taste.
“…. I have an unhealthy obsession with making you happy.”, he tried to save the situation, explaining why he cooked that way in the first place.
What a smooth reaction and Albie wasn’t able to hide a grin at him. “Smooth bastard.” he commented after a short moment. It was sweet enough that the other got so worked up for him and he couldn’t help but enjoy it a little bit too much.
“So you went through all of this to simply impress me?” he teased him playfully and tried to catch his gaze so he wouldn’t realize that he was slowly letting down the spoon and pushing the bowl a little bit further away. “Let me have a wild guess: You’re still trying to convince me to accept your invitation to the Yule Ball? That’s the true reason behind all of this.”
Slightly depressed but careful to not show it he witnessed his friend - they were friends, weren’t they? - push away the bowl. It was not until then that Gilbert himself gave in and actually tasted the dish he had prepared himself. True, there was no exaggeration in the other one’s reaction. “Do me a favor and stop me if I ever try to impress you again.” A faint smile and light laughter escaped his lips while he grabbed his cup to wash away the rest of salt still left on his tongue.
“I know from trustworthy sources that you haven’t asked anyone yet and didn’t bother to give proper replies to students who asked you.”, he explained and gently pushed the bowl away himself. While he could say the same about his own experiences with the girls lately, he didn’t bother to stress that fact.
“This just shows me that you’re only waiting to see which measures I will take until you finally say ‘yes’ to me.”
“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?” (from Albie)
@ofweaknessandtemptation
He should have known that it wasn’t his greatest idea to try his hands on the muggle way of preparing dinner. Still, much to his misunderstanding, Albie was so fond of muggles that he wanted to give it a try. Collecting the ingredients by hand, carfully measuring the seasonings, mixing them together, pre heating the stove, all of that proved to be more complicated than he had anticipated.
Nevertheless, in the end he was able to serve a plate of stew made out of potatoes, different vegetables and maybe a little bit too much salt. Why did that huge amount have to spill out of the salt tin after all? It was nothing but troublesome, and he swore to never cook the muggle way again.
Gilbert let his friend try the stew at first, eagerly watching him and awaiting his initial reactions. But the face he made was not one that was utterly pleased by perfect taste.
“.... I have an unhealthy obsession with making you happy.”, he tried to save the situation, explaining why he cooked that way in the first place.
Disastrous cooking starters
“How on earth did you get rice on the ceiling?”
“Is that an eggshell?”
“Did you even cook this pasta?”
“For your own health you should cook dinner”
“Last time I cooked I set the fridge on fire”
“How much sugar did you put in this?”
“Wait you’re supposed to stir it first?”
“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?”
“The icing will cover the mistakes”
“Did you buy this instead of cooking?”
“Can you taste the eggshells?”
“Oh that’s what beating eggs means”
“Don’t flip the pancakes, please”
“I’d say ‘feed it to the birds’ but I think it’d kill them”
I made a Deathly Hallows Christmas wreath~!
@ofweaknessandtemptation
@ofweaknessandtemptation
Dream the sweetest dreams, my darling, for only there you will find me. Only there you will find the life you yearn for.
[i mean look at him. @ofweaknessandtemptation]
[can’t stop thinking about modern AU Gellert. Hng. With @ofweaknessandtemptation]
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Sharing a Bed Sentence Starters
“If you tell me one more pun, I’m shoving you off of this bed.”
“Quit hogging the blanket.”
“You pushed me out of bed in your sleep.”
“I woke up in the middle of the night without any blankets and your foot digging into my spine.”
“You said the cutest thing in your sleep last night.”
“You say the scariest stuff in your sleep.”
“When I have a bad dream, just listening to you breathe calms me down.”
“Your feet are freezing.”
“The dog takes up more of the bed than I do.”
“It’s lonely without you in the bed.”
“I’m not kidding, you really do snore.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Apparently you’re a sleepwalker.”
“I don’t think we need anymore stuffed animals in the bed.”
“Can you make the bed today?”
“If you have a nightmare, I’m going to be right here for you.”
“I miss sleeping with you.”
“I love cuddling with you first thing in the morning.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re just waking up.”
“Where are you going? It’s late.”
“Please come back to bed.”
❛ i’m no expert, but usually there’s signs saying ‘do not enter’ for a good reason. ❜ (from Albus)
Even though the sun was already setting and drenching the horizon in crimson colors, humin heat was still blasting through the lands, setting ablaze every living thing it came across. It was right in the middle of summer, and which better time would there be to hunt for chills right in the middle of pathetic muggle environment? Forcing their way through thick, dying grasses, thorny bushes and barb wire fences, the two young adults finally could lay eyes upon a mere ruin of what seemed like it once was a prosperous and flourishing building, harboring people who were said to be mad. But now, behind that crooked sign, there was just a dirty old building, covered in ivy, moss and dirt.“Your cowardice will one day get the better of you, Albus.”, the platinum haired man teased. Plus, which dangers could there even be? They were no narrow-minded muggles, nothing here should really be able to scare them. Nevertheless, he payed close attention, were it just to comfort his friend. A swift flicker of his wand was enough, not even words needed, to untwine the fence so that both of them could easily pass. The atmosphere didn’t change on the other side, so he moved on, stepped closer towards the building. “We could make this our headquarters, as nobody will ever come here. Of course we will cast protection spells to hide it in plain sight.”
@ofweaknessandtemptation
Things weren’t happening fast, in fact, every blink of an eye, every brush against hot skin, every single breath was so intense that Albus had the feeling that it happened in slow motion. He felt the burning sensationin his head, in his stomach when Gellert kissed him and the radiating heat from his body that might burn him down when everything went dark around him. The corners of his lips curled upwards and he closed his eyes and he let the smaller male guide him. Albus trusted him. Completly. The next moment he found himself placed on that heavy oaken desk again and with one hand he grabbed hold of the wood refined with an expensive varnish that felt cold against his heated skin. One second later he wrapped his legs around G’s waist and pulled him closer and one hands grabbed his shirt to keep him close and at bay at the same time.
An impish smile plastered on those fine lips when those dominant words reached his ears. “My place is right next to you, my dear.” he answered calmly with that typical playful undertone that blended into the laughter Gellert seemed to be really fond of. “Imperio? I really doubt you want to fuck with a marionette. You’d be bored within moments.” Even though he was well aware of the fact that his lover was just messinng around with him as a part of their game, he wasn’t holding back his thoughts on this. “And how about less talking and more kissing?” he suggested while coming closer with every word until their lips just almost met. For a moment he paused, held still, let his breath play on those seducing lips that he wanted to have for himself so badly. Being so close made it impossible to properly look at the blond but he tried nevertheless, tried to catch that dark gaze he kind of fell for and consumed that moment with every fiber of his being.
Well, strike off the ‘kind of’. He fell for him.
And while he subconciously realized those growing feelings for that young man so close to him, he finally sealed their lips in a hungry kiss that would devour both of them if they let it happen.
As much as Albus probably wished for it to happen, that very moment the dark wizard was not able to reciprocate these deep and loving emotions. He was just playing along, was having fun, and while he most certainly felt a very strong connection and friendship to the other man, he didn’t consider it involving love or something similar of any kind. However, he paid close attention to not revealing that which would undoubtedly result in their young and fragile relationship ending too early. So, for now, Gellert simply decided to play along and let himself fall into the arms of the only person he admired so far.
Less talking and more kissing sounded like a great idea indeed, and without being asked twice he pushed Albus’ back down onto the heavy oaken desk and climbed on top of him a second after. In absolute adoration he gently caressed his cheek, softly stroke across warm skin along his temple, his forehead, finally burying his hand inside of auburn hair, grabbing it tightly, suddenly, pulling his head back into his neck while sealing their lips once again, this time more passionately. As much as he liked to play with him like that, it was no fun to simply let things go their own way now. Even though he wouldn’t have needed to, he pulled out his wand, lifting it to Albus’ throat, tracing his veins. With just a little bit of magic and no words being used, he untied the tie around his neck, easily floating it mid air. Just now he pulled away from these hot, seducing lips and smirked at him sheepishly. “Hands above your head.”, he commanded, not ready to accept any kind of backtalk. Slowly he lifted his upper body, sitting down on his friends’ hips teasingly. The fabric was still floating in the air, light as a feather, only guided buy playful movements of his wand that were initiated by a hand that held it as if he was about to conduct an orchestra - or smoke an ancient japanese pipe.
TriWizard AU
(pic by https://twitter.com/kennobiisrock)
So, I had this crazy idea today, supported and enhanced by @ofweaknessandtemptation.
Gellert, 6th year Durmstrang student, being taken along for the TriWizard tournament in Hogwarts. Both him and Albus, 7th year Hogwarts student, participate and compete against each other. Gellert is at the peak of his dark arts experiments, not shy to use whichever curses, intrigues and black spells come to his mind. He’s being carefully looked at by everyone of every school, but as long as it doesn’t escalate he gets away with a warning. In winter, just shortly before Christmas, the annual Yule ball takes place. Both Gellert and Albus are accompanied by the most stunning and talented young witches, but soon stop caring for them, getting closer and closer to each other until finally they dance together and spend the night with one another. The next trial changes everything, because Gellert stopped at nothing to win, leaving a trail of heavily injured students on the brink of death. Not everyone survives. He then is expelled from Durmstrang but flees before his wand gets destroyed.
The summer after he meets Albus in Godric’s Hollow, old flames of passion reigniting.