anniversary ficlets for albus/gellert (world domination ftw.)
JKR officially announced Albus/Gellert (at least in some form) about a year ago...so I wrote a couple of ficlets. Sadly I couldn't complete them this week (jeez what kind of loser am I?) but I am finished now, and so I am posting them. Remember, I am not JKR. I don't own anything, I hardly had any clothes to wear this week even.
obsess - Albus/Gellert - G - General - 235 words
Warning(s): Slash, obvs.
obsess
Albus Dumbledore is not obsessed with Gellert Grindelwald.
That is rule number one now, and the fine print below it reads Albus Dumbledore is most certainly in love with Gellert Grindelwald.
While Albus doesn't necessarily follow the rule or its footnote, he doesn't break them, either.
"Where's Gellert? You've run him off again, haven't you?"
"No. He ran off on his own. He was mumbling like mad about some papers or books or something."
Albus frowns. If Gellert had only told him -
"You're obsessed, Al."
"What? I am not."
But Aberforth glares at him poisonously, and Albus looks away because he knows, they both know, the truth. When Albus sees Gellert returning through the cool window he goes to the door without looking at his brother, afraid of shame. He can't reach the doorknob soon enough.
Gellert is trailing the books in the air behind him, and one-by-one the glossy, colorful leather-bound tomes follow him in a way that Albus understands - it is so easy to follow the blond. Gellert sees him and Albus, somehow, seems to melt in the hot summer sun and Gellert's warm and thoughtful gaze. Albus has a dim idea of calling Gellert's name out but maybe it's caught in the wind, because Gellert only smiles and smiles at him.
"Obsessed," Albus whispers to himself, "I am obsessed with Gellert Grindelwald."
Rule number two: the rules can change.
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habere - Albus/Gellert - R - Dark - 360 words
Warning(s): Slash, scenes of a sexual nature. Also a lack of capitalization for effect, and second person (you are Albus).
Author's Note: ^_^ So I titled this habere because that word in Latin means "to have, to possess." It kind of startled me, even after three years of Latin, to discover this (ok I probably had only forgotten it, just don't tell my Latin teacher), because the verb haben in German means "to have." :o
eta Aug 11, 2009: "habere" has now been translated into French by Eryn-Chan at FFNet. It can be found here. Yay!
habere
you belong to me. it’s never spoken and always understood.
(it begins when gellert pushes you forcefully against the shed behind your family’s house, roughly shoving his hand up your shirt. you stare at him all wide eyes, at his blurred face and your heart stops, somehow. maybe it’s because you’ve never tasted something like this before.)
god, you groan, but you aren’t really sure. maybe you were trying to say gellert, but most likely your brain just split in two and you’re saying anything that wins the battle between the hemispheres.
(and then gellert is pushing you everywhere forcefully and sometimes painfully, and maybe this is what you’ve been missing out on all your life. somehow you think this is a part of gellert’s plan to take over the world, to take over you first, but it can’t be. it simply cannot be.)
maybe it’s not so muddled-up though, because despite the affair and the plans of world domination you still have days of cool summer breezes over melted forms, and it feels normal again, like the days before mum or dad or aberforth broke like antique vases.
(in reality none of them were ever broken. it was ariana who broke first, and you could feel aberforth cracking underneath dry winter skin and almost hear the sobs of mother beyond.)
you belong to me.
when you defeat him you say it, because when you defeat him you own him. first you tell him it wasn’t love, that he and you never should have said love, that what you had with your family was love, or at least for a while. and then he looks at you strange because you’re ranting about broken vases and lights and it’s all muddled-up. he kisses you again this time, but sadly like on a train about to leave (you’ve seen it before), and it is the last time.
(you fuck him, then, because it is right and that is what is expected. of whom you aren’t sure.)
but obviously, obviously though the papers read dumbledore defeats grindelwald you know somehow he still owns you, because without him you wouldn’t be here.
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obsess - Albus/Gellert - G - General - 235 words
Warning(s): Slash, obvs.
obsess
Albus Dumbledore is not obsessed with Gellert Grindelwald.
That is rule number one now, and the fine print below it reads Albus Dumbledore is most certainly in love with Gellert Grindelwald.
While Albus doesn't necessarily follow the rule or its footnote, he doesn't break them, either.
"Where's Gellert? You've run him off again, haven't you?"
"No. He ran off on his own. He was mumbling like mad about some papers or books or something."
Albus frowns. If Gellert had only told him -
"You're obsessed, Al."
"What? I am not."
But Aberforth glares at him poisonously, and Albus looks away because he knows, they both know, the truth. When Albus sees Gellert returning through the cool window he goes to the door without looking at his brother, afraid of shame. He can't reach the doorknob soon enough.
Gellert is trailing the books in the air behind him, and one-by-one the glossy, colorful leather-bound tomes follow him in a way that Albus understands - it is so easy to follow the blond. Gellert sees him and Albus, somehow, seems to melt in the hot summer sun and Gellert's warm and thoughtful gaze. Albus has a dim idea of calling Gellert's name out but maybe it's caught in the wind, because Gellert only smiles and smiles at him.
"Obsessed," Albus whispers to himself, "I am obsessed with Gellert Grindelwald."
Rule number two: the rules can change.
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habere - Albus/Gellert - R - Dark - 360 words
Warning(s): Slash, scenes of a sexual nature. Also a lack of capitalization for effect, and second person (you are Albus).
Author's Note: ^_^ So I titled this habere because that word in Latin means "to have, to possess." It kind of startled me, even after three years of Latin, to discover this (ok I probably had only forgotten it, just don't tell my Latin teacher), because the verb haben in German means "to have." :o
eta Aug 11, 2009: "habere" has now been translated into French by Eryn-Chan at FFNet. It can be found here. Yay!
habere
you belong to me. it’s never spoken and always understood.
(it begins when gellert pushes you forcefully against the shed behind your family’s house, roughly shoving his hand up your shirt. you stare at him all wide eyes, at his blurred face and your heart stops, somehow. maybe it’s because you’ve never tasted something like this before.)
god, you groan, but you aren’t really sure. maybe you were trying to say gellert, but most likely your brain just split in two and you’re saying anything that wins the battle between the hemispheres.
(and then gellert is pushing you everywhere forcefully and sometimes painfully, and maybe this is what you’ve been missing out on all your life. somehow you think this is a part of gellert’s plan to take over the world, to take over you first, but it can’t be. it simply cannot be.)
maybe it’s not so muddled-up though, because despite the affair and the plans of world domination you still have days of cool summer breezes over melted forms, and it feels normal again, like the days before mum or dad or aberforth broke like antique vases.
(in reality none of them were ever broken. it was ariana who broke first, and you could feel aberforth cracking underneath dry winter skin and almost hear the sobs of mother beyond.)
you belong to me.
when you defeat him you say it, because when you defeat him you own him. first you tell him it wasn’t love, that he and you never should have said love, that what you had with your family was love, or at least for a while. and then he looks at you strange because you’re ranting about broken vases and lights and it’s all muddled-up. he kisses you again this time, but sadly like on a train about to leave (you’ve seen it before), and it is the last time.
(you fuck him, then, because it is right and that is what is expected. of whom you aren’t sure.)
but obviously, obviously though the papers read dumbledore defeats grindelwald you know somehow he still owns you, because without him you wouldn’t be here.
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