The Dark, Beckoning: Part 2 (Albus/Gellert)
Title: The Dark, Beckoning
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Characters/Parings: Salazar, Godric, Albus/Gellert, Riddle, Abraxas, Antonin/Bellatrix, Lucius, Draco, Scorpius/Lysander, Narcissa (cameo), OC
Rating: PG-13
Parts: 7
Summary: The dark lures, entices, and some people’s lives are inevitably tied to it or its agents in all sorts of significant and insignificant ways.
Notes: This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark objects (although one is a liquid and another an outright potion). Five of the parts were written as entries for darkarts_ldws with two written afterwards to have the cycle neatly cover all the main timeframes of fandom (Thanks, Kat, for the promps!). This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with it’s own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: Power of Attraction
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
The moonlight fell in a ghostly, blueish mist over the cold marble floor, throwing dusky shadows into corners and nooks. Gellert’s footsteps echoed quietly as he made his way across the chamber. His hair, yellow-blonde like the sun in daylight, now shown in a pale, off-white glow, just barely tinged with the warmer tones of sunflower petals. His blue eyes were fixed before him, straight at the object leaned carefully against the far wall. His eyes no longer danced, as they usually would, aroused with mirth, but were fixed, purposefully onto his goal, intense and burning, like dry ice.
The mirror.
It called to him, through the gloom, through the distance. Called to him in whispers, as a lover. Gellert lifted his wand and with a whispered enchantment the silk cloth covering the mirror fell to the floor, rustling, whispering as it went, folding up into lush folds. His full lips twitched upwards in a smile. It was now before him, naked in its glory once again, shinning with gold and power, one adornment visible, the other felt.
Gellert stood before the ancient mirror, his wand tucked back into his cloak. He beheld himself in the mirror, all powerful and the maker of a new and truer world, the ultimate hero of a dark, captivating fairytale. Albus was with him, beside him. Not quite an equal but a partner nonetheless. Albus, gazing at him with adoring eyes. Gellert watched as they turned to one another and touched, kissed, fucked…
Gellert watched himself and Albus make love, his breath catching and his muscle tensing. He can feel the heat rising up in him, spreading like a lava tide through his body, making his fingers tingle and his member rise and strain against its constraints. He watched Albus pleasure him and then himself take the other boy, Albus submitting to his power, submitting both his body and his brilliant mind.
The mirror called to him: “Come, come, unite with me. Within me there is passion and power. Come to me and be united with your dreams.”
Gellert’s body answered the call and he moved a step forward. He clutched at his wand, running his fingers over its smooth surface. He didn’t know if he would need it or how he could use it, but he wanted to be armed when he stepped into the mist that he could see swirling ominously just beyond the figures of himself and Albus. He took another step forward, bringing him flat against the glass. The mist began to open up, he could feel its cold tendrils curling around him…
Albus’ voice screaming his name from somewhere behind him is the last thing he heard before fading.
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Characters/Parings: Salazar, Godric, Albus/Gellert, Riddle, Abraxas, Antonin/Bellatrix, Lucius, Draco, Scorpius/Lysander, Narcissa (cameo), OC
Rating: PG-13
Parts: 7
Summary: The dark lures, entices, and some people’s lives are inevitably tied to it or its agents in all sorts of significant and insignificant ways.
Notes: This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark objects (although one is a liquid and another an outright potion). Five of the parts were written as entries for darkarts_ldws with two written afterwards to have the cycle neatly cover all the main timeframes of fandom (Thanks, Kat, for the promps!). This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with it’s own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: Power of Attraction
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
The moonlight fell in a ghostly, blueish mist over the cold marble floor, throwing dusky shadows into corners and nooks. Gellert’s footsteps echoed quietly as he made his way across the chamber. His hair, yellow-blonde like the sun in daylight, now shown in a pale, off-white glow, just barely tinged with the warmer tones of sunflower petals. His blue eyes were fixed before him, straight at the object leaned carefully against the far wall. His eyes no longer danced, as they usually would, aroused with mirth, but were fixed, purposefully onto his goal, intense and burning, like dry ice.
The mirror.
It called to him, through the gloom, through the distance. Called to him in whispers, as a lover. Gellert lifted his wand and with a whispered enchantment the silk cloth covering the mirror fell to the floor, rustling, whispering as it went, folding up into lush folds. His full lips twitched upwards in a smile. It was now before him, naked in its glory once again, shinning with gold and power, one adornment visible, the other felt.
Gellert stood before the ancient mirror, his wand tucked back into his cloak. He beheld himself in the mirror, all powerful and the maker of a new and truer world, the ultimate hero of a dark, captivating fairytale. Albus was with him, beside him. Not quite an equal but a partner nonetheless. Albus, gazing at him with adoring eyes. Gellert watched as they turned to one another and touched, kissed, fucked…
Gellert watched himself and Albus make love, his breath catching and his muscle tensing. He can feel the heat rising up in him, spreading like a lava tide through his body, making his fingers tingle and his member rise and strain against its constraints. He watched Albus pleasure him and then himself take the other boy, Albus submitting to his power, submitting both his body and his brilliant mind.
The mirror called to him: “Come, come, unite with me. Within me there is passion and power. Come to me and be united with your dreams.”
Gellert’s body answered the call and he moved a step forward. He clutched at his wand, running his fingers over its smooth surface. He didn’t know if he would need it or how he could use it, but he wanted to be armed when he stepped into the mist that he could see swirling ominously just beyond the figures of himself and Albus. He took another step forward, bringing him flat against the glass. The mist began to open up, he could feel its cold tendrils curling around him…
Albus’ voice screaming his name from somewhere behind him is the last thing he heard before fading.