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Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

HOGWARTS:
A JAMJAR MEME

Wizards of all ages and from all times: whatever you were doing, wherever you were - none of that matters now. You've been brought to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. You’ll find yourself in the Great Hall under a starry sky, illuminated by the light of a thousand candles.

What happened? Why were you brought here? How were you brought here? All questions to be answered, perhaps. But first, mingle with your kind and find a seat for yourself. This will be your home for a while.

Because there is no leaving. Student, staff, you with nothing to do - all of you trapped inside the school grounds.

Sorting to houses & Start-of-term feast
Those of you who have not been sorted into your houses, you're guided to sit on a stool while an old hat will contemplate a proper house for you. After, you can join your housemates at their long table.

The ghost of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, will soon give a speech once the last student is sorted...

"The very best of evenings to you! Now… to our new students, welcome. To our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you…"

He will warn you about the anti-curse charm set upon Hogwarts and how it will bring harm in equal measures to yourself. He will urge you to stay calm and have a lemondrop; they’ll be provided at all tables.

Dumbledore would like you all to note few things, Hogwarts attendees:

1. This will be a continuous, no commitment necessary “storyline.”
What does that mean? Depending on the level of interest, there will be at least one post per month on the 3B-DR that will continue the storyline which begins here. Players are encouraged to make top-levels in the dressing room if they want to keep this verse going with their characters. Madame Rosmerta’s made a tag specifically for this.

2. Multiple versions of characters at various ages are welcome.
Whether that means there’s three Harry’s all in fifth year, or one Harry in first year, a second in third year, and a third in sixth year is up to you. All three Harry’s could also interact, depending on player preferences. AU versions of (HP)canon and non-(HP)canon characters are also welcome. Sometimes people disappear from Hogwarts and sometimes they come back.

3. Schoolwork
Dumbledore's ghost will invite all characters of age and knowledge to teach their specialties to the younger wizards. If your character could be possibly a teacher, or is interested in teaching, refer to this thread to sign up for a teaching position. The courses do not need to be anything serious (unless you want them to be). If your character would be interested in a course, you can look it up from the character's toplevel. Your character doesn't need to be of student age to participate in courses. (They're free for all!)

4. Sign up for your house.
Here is a thread for all the Hogwarts houses that your character could be sorted in.

5. This means… war!
Are you a Death Eater? A member of the Order? Rival students? It’s likely your character will encounter someone they don’t get along with. Duels are fine, but beware that any attacks meant to cause harm (curses) will backfire on the caster. If your character doesn’t care that damage will also bounce back to them, then Dumbledore’s ghost will be intervening. He won’t tolerate harm to any of his students… even if it’s harm to Tom.

6. Housecup
Of course points will be awarded and taken away by teachers and prefects. You can leave a comment in this thread for the points taken or given. Madam Rosmerta will add them up together for the next post. You can also sign up for a prefect role. Each house has one and that one will change in each post. First come, first serve is the rule, except if your character was a prefect in the last post, you can't sign up in this one.

1. Toplevel with your character

2. Tag other characters

3. Have fun!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

great hall

[ Gellert sits at the staff table as is expected of him, even if some of the other staff may seem extremely wary of him, most are at least polite. He hardly seems the type to become a Dark Lord - or, well, hardly looks it at least, despite the milky look to one eye and the scarring around it. He's chatty and engaging and fond of intellectual conversations even if at times it might seem as he's gauging and categorizing people, it also seems relatively benign.

Relatively. ]

class

[ Professor Grindelwald is brilliant. He has a way about teaching that pulls even people that have trouble with magic out of their shells and leaves them casting at the very least adequate charms. He has an air about him of caring and it's unclear whether it's genuine or not - but it certainly seems so. Surely this isn't the man that caused a war and killed countless people?

Especially talented students are brought aside after class for chats: he inquires if they would like to move up to a more advanced course that's better suited for their needs. If said conversations make a student late for their next class he writes them a pass to excuse them signed in a gently looping hand.

When he teaches and casts magic, he uses a long wand with tell-tale bumps along the length of it. Most people won't know what it is, but those having done enough research on the Elder Wand will know it on sight. It's the same wand that Dumbledore uses until his death. ]

corridors/office

[ Between classes, before them, late in evenings, or at night, it's easy to find Gellert in the corridors, walking and exploring and taking everything in. He's making a mental map of the layout that's so different from Durmstrang. That's not immediately clear as his goal, though: it simply appears as though he's making rounds to see if any students are out of place. He's doing that as well of course, naturally, but with a good excuse he's inclined toward giving more leeway.

Hell, sometimes he's just invisible.

He also has generous office hours, very available for chats or questions. It's secluded and a bit low-lit but he keeps his windows open and there's only the faintest sense of something dark about the edges. Often he has experiments although it's unclear what their purposes are. ]

misc

[ Hit me up with whatever! I'm open to most situations! Also if you prefer prose I'll match you; I just did brackets for those that prefer them. ]

[ if gellert has been particularly observant lately--and doubtless he always is--then perhaps he's noticed that something feels a bit different. it's hard to tell what it is, though; a once-familiar head of hair in a crowd, maybe, quickly gone. perhaps he's already guessed the cause. regardless, it resolves itself this evening with a gentle click of a door opening and shutting, and a slender young man leans back against the heavy wood with his wrists crossed neatly between his body and the old planks.

he shifts, lifting cornflower blue eyes-- older than his years, wickedly intelligent, calculating and unreadable. it's been a very, very long time since albus dumbledore looked like this. --pushing himself up out of his lean, he crosses slowly toward gellert's desk, long fingers ghosting over the back of a chair as he goes. ]

I didn't believe it at first, [ he admits mildly, a stray curl falling over his brow. he lifts a hand to push it away, stare flicking over gellert's face--eyes to mouth to chin--then traveling down his throat and chest, sweeping to his hands.. then back up once more. ] As soon as I saw you, though, I knew it was you. [ finally, the first hint of real emotion: his lips press thin, brows drawing together almost imperceptibly. the things he's heard, the things he's read..

he takes a breath, releasing it slowly. ] Gellert.. We should talk, don't you think?

[ Gellert has been observant. He's spoken to the ghost of Albus at length, sitting quietly and discussing many things. He's so different than when they were so close while Gellert has in some ways hardly changed at all. There are times he feels the closest to wonder that he can possibly feel, muted and distant but nonetheless there. Despite his eccentricities he's still some kind of Albus, still the only wizard Gellert has ever feared. Also the only wizard Gellert has anything close to loved, as stilted and mired in want and manipulation as it had been. They confer about things that have happened. Things Gellert has done - will do, in future - with an odd sense of calm. He knows it wouldn't be like this if they actually spoke, if it wasn't this strange apparition that he suspects is not actually the ghost of his friend.

Every glimpse, every whisper of a thought that might mean a living, younger version of Albus is here makes him feel odd. He believes he's simply thinking wistfully - that maybe he wishes for an Albus that doesn't know anything about what he's done as he grew. Wouldn't that be nice.

It would almost seem like he has a chance of that but Gellert is too intelligent for that. As soon as he looks up at who's entered his office he ceases any movement for the barest second with his quill dipped in ink before he pulls out of the startle and sets it aside. ] Albus.

[ Gellert's expression pulls into a smile and it's the sharp but conspiring little thing that hasn't changed a whit in all the years between youth and now. His gaze doesn't falter when he's observed, unrepentant about the way years have sat on him or the duel-damage to his eye. It trails over Albus, actually - taking stock quietly, noting how everything falls into place just as it should. Unchanged. Just as he remembers.

He doesn't miss the change in Albus' expression either. Too late, then. His own expression filters back to something mild and unreadable and he gestures to the chair that Albus is close to, nodding. ] If I had known you to be here, I would have sought you out to speak with you sooner. Please, sit. I always have time for you.

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[ albus takes the invitation, gliding around the chair and sinking down into it with only the slightest hint of uncertainty. he sits back, fingers lacing together loosely in his lap, gaze still fixed on gellert as if fascinated by the changes that years have wrought. even now, he's devastatingly attractive, carelessly charming when he wishes to be. .. his smile is the same, and despite what he's learned, it still sets something fluttering unsteadily in his chest. ]

.. I spoke to my counterpart, [ he admits at last, shifting to cross ankles neatly beneath the chair. ] He sought me out as soon as I arrived, in fact. I suppose because he knew very well that I'd come to you as soon as I learned you were here. [ his glance drops briefly to his hands, mouth quirking down faintly. what he'd learned had been.. disturbing. terrible, even. and yet despite it all, despite everything he knows now, he still.. loves him. gellert grindelwald may very well be the only man he'll ever feel so strongly for, particularly if he can believe what he knows now of his own future.

he glances up once more and his frown deepens. ] You certainly do make messes where you go, Gellert.

[ Gellert's posture is relaxed and calm even though his nerves are singing so shrilly that he's almost positive Albus can hear it like a siren's call. The uncertainty in his childhood friend should wound him but it feels almost like an opportunity. He supposes he's meant to feel guilty for even entertaining that idea but he doesn't. He tips his head aside and listens to what Albus has to say in full before he speaks, cataloging micro-expressions and movements and tone to see where this situation stands.

He feels a sense of want suddenly that surpasses anything he'd felt about harnessing the power that the Barebone boy held. This is different and inherent and more of a need than anything he's felt in years. Albus can be his again with the right approach, he thinks. No longer someone to worry about. ] I spoke to him as well. [ It's his own admission, gaze tempered as he looks at Albus. ] We discussed at length what happened over the course of our lives. What has yet to happen for the both of us. [ His expression filters even softer then. He's never been able to truly fool Albus so he's not trying. More he's attempting to remind him of what they had and of what they're capable of together. To tip things just slightly in his favor. ] I must admit that even I was surprised by many of the things he told me.

[ His eyes flick away briefly, half-milky half-sharp, before he looks back and his countenance is almost penitent. ] You know I never intend to make messes, Albus. You know my intentions are always for the best. I'm not sure how things got so far away from me in future. [ Have already gotten so far away, in some areas. He knows how that happened. ] I hope things never need to now that I've been given the chance to know ahead of time.

Don't, [ he says, sharp, hurt and anger flashing briefly and shuttering again. ] I know you too well, and contrition doesn't suit you. You've never once regret things you've done to attain your goals, and I sincerely doubt that's changed, given what I've heard. [ he subsides, then, glance drifting away, teeth catching at his lower lip in an expression that's more frightened young man than calculating headmaster.

he unlaces his hands a moment later, lifting one to brush his thumb thoughtfully over his mouth. ] I've seen how you fare on your own. The methods you use.. [ he glances back once more, expression torn between anger and pain and disbelief. ] They're barbaric, Gellert. The murders, the war, that nonsense in America with that poor boy--

[ it's as if, after parting with albus, any sense of restraint the man once had was simply discarded. but how much of it had been an act before, and how much had been for albus's sake, and how much of it had been albus's influence on him? can he temper any of it? is there any possibility to make things better in the future? if they can avoid the rise of another dark lord, for instance.. wouldn't that be worth it?

he pushes himself up out of the chair, stepping carefully around to gellert's side, then easing himself against the edge of the desk. for a moment, two, he hesitates.. but then he lifts a hand, touching fingertips to the scarring around the older man's eye. his thumb brushes the high cheekbone, brow knitting. ]

.. You knew, didn't you? That he was like Ariana.

There's a difference between lack of regret and taking perverse glee in the acts. [ He's not surprised by the anger and the hurt but he's also not surprised that it pushes Albus just off balance enough. A part of him thinks frightened young man is a look that suits him, but Gellert will never say as much. ] Für das höhere Wohl. You know that too. I have to be willing to do what it takes to free all of us from self-imposed tyranny and imprisonment. We're like animals in a pen.

[ He stills, taking a breath. ] I made mistakes in America. Credence was... [ His brow knits as he thinks of how to word it. Credence instead of the Barebone boy is on purpose. ] The woman that called herself his mother abused him until he was barely functional as a person, much less a wizard. The Obscurus would have certainly killed him. He could have been so much with the proper control, Albus.

[ A sigh. It's quiet. ] I could have helped him. But I ruined it when I met Newton Scamander. When I saw that he'd caught your interest, I got... Jealous. That he'd caught your eye. Things fell apart after that. [ And funnily enough this much is true. The thought that someone else's intellect could hold Albus' interest had tugged at the parts of him that can't abide being shown up.

When Albus moves Gellert watches him silently, eyes following his path. In this proximity he stays immobile. Something in him tenses when Albus first touches his face but then it drains out of him, gaze flicking away before he practically tips his head into the touch. It's been so long, after all. ]

I didn't know it was him at first. I only knew there was someone like her in New York. Credence was trying to find who it was but it was himself. For a few short moments I believed it was his younger sister. [ A self-depreciating smile. It almost suits him. Almost. ] I didn't want to make the same mistakes. [ His expression slips into a frown and-- ] Because of my foolishness the Aurors didn't listen when I told them to stand down.

There is such thing as too far. [ and gellert had gone far, far past 'too far'.

even so, he listens intently at the mention of the boy, credence, and he has to wonder a bit if there'd been any more hope for him than there is for albus's sister. it aches, a lead-like weight in his chest, to think that he may soon be responsible for her death. that he and gellert fight so viciously that they'd be willing to kill one another.. that ariana gets caught in the crossfire.

the mention of jealousy shocks a short bark of stunned laughter out of him, even as the faintest thread of heat curls at the base of his spine. despite everything, a part of him likes the idea that even at that time, with years and conflict and an entire ocean between them, he can still affect gellert so strongly. it seems only fair, considering.

his fingers spread, palm cupping the changed face, and his lips curl-- bitter at the corners, resigned. ] There is no one else, Gellert. There has never been anyone else, and there will never be anyone else. [ they both know it, now, having seen his ghost. he loves absolutely, it seems, and he feels the sting of betrayal just as absolutely.

fingers curl at gellert's jaw, short nails dragging gently, then lifting away altogether. ] It has to be different from now on. It must be. The world simply can't work that way.

I can't just give up. [ They both know he won't.

That laugh lets Gellert know that his admission has gotten exactly what he wanted: that shred of being startled, of near-disbelief, of knowing something secret. He's giving Albus a gift. He almost closes his eyes but opts to keep them just slightly open to look up at him. One hand lifts to barely brush his fingertips over the wrist of the hand still touching him but he doesn't grasp, doesn't hold him in place.

There's something that can feel almost fervent in the feel of skin on skin. Almost reverent. Almost, almost. He smiles and it's barely there. ] I know. I also know who kills me, and when, and I think I know why. [ They both know by now Voldemort was looking for the Elder wand. They also both know who held it then, and that Gellert died. But not the why - the idea of repentance is fully lost to him at the moment but the idea of refusing to sell out Albus is at the forefront of his mind.

He's still pressing toward the touch as though he's hungry for it and when it pulls away he exhales slowly. When he stands it's sudden and he moves forward - it seems as though he's going to kiss Albus for a split-second but instead he just leans close, foreheads practically touching. ] For over two decades I've missed you, Albus. What would you have me do? How am I to fix things?

[ How indeed. ]

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You could. You can. You won't. [ and that makes all the difference, doesn't it? even knowing what becomes of him, what becomes of the world they both live in, gellert won't stop.

gellert rises, and albus sucks in a breath, a hand planting itself in the center of the older man's chest as if to keep him away. instead, the fingers curl slightly, the faintest grip on fabric and flesh. they're so close he can practically feel the heat of his skin, if he just takes a half-step closer.. over twenty years have passed for gellert, and his body and his voice are so foreign and new in some ways. the youthful passion that albus knows so well has been honed into an intensity that's nearly enough to steal his breath.

it would be so easy to just let himself believe this, that gellert really wants to fix all that lies broken between them, all that he may yet do. it would be the simplest thing in the world, if albus were anyone but himself. he braces his other hand against the desk, and the one still splayed against gellert's chest inches upward, smoothing up to his throat, then to his shoulder, curling in the fabric found there. ]

.. Don't think that I don't know what you're doing. [ playing to albus's love and desire, tempting him into so-recent thought patterns once more. he tips his chin up, shifting forward until his nose brushes the older man's jaw. ] But the simple fact is that you do need me, and we.. need to redefine what that means.

[ a beat, a soft, musing sound. ] --Two decades, you said? That's a long time.

It's not in my nature. [ It's perhaps one of the truest things he's ever said.

The hand at his chest feels like it burns him even through his clothing but even more so as it's a tightening hold that emboldens him further. It's almost as though he's pressing into this touch as well, unrelenting. He's a storm at sea, wind and water and the sinking call of a whirlpool's darkness.

He wants Albus to believe him. The need for that is very real. When Albus' hand moves he breathes in slow and grounding but most importantly he tips his head back as soon as the very tips of his fingers touch his throat. Baring, trusting. Terrifying if Albus were any older, perhaps. But he's not. He lifts a hand to rest at Albus' side once the younger wizard's has settled there at his shoulder, thumb rubbing once over fabric. ] I know better than to think I could fool you. I do need you. [ It's very soft and practically dangerous not because it's a threat but because it's not. ] What will it mean to us now, Albus?

[ When he moves his head it's barely but it's enough that his lips ghost across the line of Albus' jaw. The touch is almost not there at all and could ostensibly be an accident. Ostensibly.

They both know it isn't. ] It is a long time. Such a long time. The weight of it wears on me.

[ even as cerebral as albus can be at times, even knowing that this is all as much an act as it is genuine, gellert baring his throat beneath albus's fingers is still a heady sight. the thread of heat spreads to the pit of his belly, and when gellert's hand finds his side, when his lips brush his jaw, he sucks in a short, hitching breath. ]

It's going to take time, [ he breathes, the faintest of trembles in his voice. ] It's.. certainly not something to be decided right now. [ not with gellert so close like this, gellert filling up his sight, familiar-yet-unfamiliar. he needs space and clarity and time, and he has none of those things right now.

he hates, a little, that he still wants him like this, even after everything, even knowing what he knows about gellert and their relationship in the future.

he tips his head, letting his mouth brush the older man's-- brief, chaste, barely there. (he still, despite everything, tastes the same.) ]

[ He's as close to having won as he's going to get today, he thinks. The way Albus' breath catches and his voice shakes... Gellert almost smiles but the timing of it is wrong: it might break the spell he's taken care to weave.

Instead he nods, keeping close to him and looking at him - holding his gaze in proximity like this unflinchingly.

He wonders if Albus' ghost will try to intervene at some point.

That isn't important now, though. What's important now is that Albus' lips on his feel electric, a thrill of victory as much as it is genuine. When he exhales it shakes and even he's not sure how much of each it is, where the balance is. His other hand comes to rest at the side of Albus' neck, thumb running up his throat, along his jaw. Again with that near-reverence. ] I've waited this long. Time is something I have in spades. [ There's barely a hesitation before he's leaning into him slightly, more solid than he used to be but when he kisses him properly it's not so much insistent or demanding as it is something soft and affectionate before he pulls away just a hair's breadth. ] We have this place.

[ when gellert kisses him, it even feels different; without the rush of youth, almost gentle, almost kind. as if he really has missed albus, and not just for what his mind is capable of. gellert's sheer presence is all but overwhelming, surely the difference that twenty years makes. ]

We do, [ he admits mildly, lips quirking up, brushing against gellert's chin, then his mouth again. ] .. And I can practically taste your satisfaction, you know. Don't think that I've forgotten anything that I've learned. [ he just hopes that there are other ways, other routes.. ones that mean better things for the world, that offer some kind of hope for both of them.

finally, his other hand slips up from the desk, curling over gellert's shoulder, fingers winding loosely in the back of his collar. ] In the meantime, I suppose neither of us is going anywhere.

[ Gellert isn't cowed by the admonishment. On the contrary he lets out a breezy little laugh, leaning into the touch of Albus' mouth. ] I wouldn't dream of presuming you had. [ And it's the truth - no, he thinks he prefers it this way. Albus knowing but still doing this, still allowing Gellert as close as he is, touching him, kissing him--the feeling is heady, knowing he has that much sway over him.

No, he doesn't want Albus to forget. Not anymore. Like this every touch is a victory, something to celebrate, curling in his stomach and lingering there. It's almost as though he can forgive himself the failure to get what he wanted in New York so long as he has this. The hand at Albus' side slips down to rest at his hip, familiar as though they'd never parted, as though nothing is different.

He still knows the feel of him beneath his hands. ] You're beautiful. [ Startlingly earnest; there's a beauty to his mind, his magic, and him - it's easy for even him to see. ] Without you, everything falls apart. [ It's breathed out against his mouth without a hint of that smug smile (he keeps it reined in).

When Gellert kisses him again it's a little more fiercely. ]

[ this is wrong, and intellectually he knows it. gellert's goals have become an end that he can justify any, any means to achieve, and that's not.. albus. that's not what albus wants. the things gellert has already done are horrific, monstrous, and it's clear that he feels no remorse for the people he's hurt, those he's killed, the things he's caused and created. he is, in very simple terms, a psychopath, and albus knows that now.

the solution is simple, of course: cease all contact with him. he can't cause harm here, but it's still not a good idea to encourage him in any of his pursuits. it's a terrible idea to give him any hold on albus, especially knowing the weakness he has for the man, the fact that he is so desperately in love with him. gellert has had over two decades to refine his manipulative capabilities; he knows where he'd misstepped with albus and how to avoid those mistakes in the future.

this is a very, very dangerous game that albus is playing. but on the other hand, he's never been one to back down from a challenge, either.

the compliment earns the smallest quirk of his mouth, eyes bright and faintly coy beneath the fall of his lashes. he believes it, and believes that gellert means it-- after all, has anyone ever challenged and inspired him the way albus has? ] Everything was always going to, [ he retorts, confident, just before lips find his again. he pushes up into the kiss, returning it just as fiercely, lips parting and teeth catching at gellert's. the hand against his shoulder moves, sliding to his nape and up, fingers curling in short hair. ]

[ Of course it's wrong. No one should give Gellert an inch because he'll use that inch and grow it slowly and quietly until he's taken mile after mile and there's nothing left to take. It's in his nature: at times he's wondered how different things would be if he felt and thought like "normal" people but as he's inherently without the capacity to feel guilt for his actions it's purely an academic pursuit.

It's an interesting leap of logic. He does truly feel friendship for Albus, naturally - he is capable of that, despite everything - and that affection bleeds into this. Albus loves him and Gellert knows it. There's no way he can actually return the emotion, being incapable. Sometimes he thinks he feels what is closest to it; possessiveness, obsession, need. But by granting him this he's giving Albus what he wants, isn't he? The closest approximation to love that Gellert can feel. It's an allowance he wouldn't grant anyone else, after all. Never mind that it also gives him what he wants (because of course it does), as no act with him could be truly selfless.

Albus' retort makes him grin almost shark-like into the kiss, as does the way he urges into it. He has both hands at the younger wizard's hips now, fingertips pressing in as his teeth catch at Albus' lower lip and tug. Even when he relents and pulls back marginally from the kiss he just exhales and drags lips and teeth along Albus' jaw, settling just below his ear to murmur. ] Do you think that if you catch me better with knowing while I'm still young, you can save me?

[ It's not something so cruel as taunting. He's genuinely curious. ]

[ he hates himself a little for how his heart hammers in his chest; gellert's hands feel like brands on his hips, his mouth scalding where it goes. he can't breathe for the want of him. he wants to come away with bruises, with the shape of gellert's mouth marking his skin, renewed again and again until it scars. it's sick. he's sick to still need him so much, even with grief and anger and fear coiling tight and ugly in his chest.

his sister will be dead soon. gellert will begin a war, and he still thinks he can make some sort of difference here.

a shiver bolts down his spine as teeth graze his jaw, and his fingers tighten in the older man's hair until it pulls, nails scraping his scalp, digging in against the top of his spine. ]

Save you? [ he sucks in a heated breath, palm slipping around to gellert's front, twisting in his shirt to pull him in even closer, if possible. ] One saves the helpless, the harmless, the injured and deserving. One does not save a creature the likes of which you've made yourself. We'll see what I can do with you in the days to come, though.

[ Albus should know better than to drag nails over his scalp, press them into his nape. The sharp breath Gellert releases is wholly genuine and for the next few seconds he simply drags his teeth gently across skin. ]

Perhaps to tame me, then. [ A breathy whisper right there, still against his ear. ] Pull my teeth and claws out from the root. [ It's difficult to move closer but he's pressed flush anyway, hands slipping to press to the small of Albus' back to keep him there. He wants this - Albus, pliant under his fingers, even as he says the things he's saying. His hands glide across and up Albus' sides, drag his nails back down slow and pointed.

He smiles again there against Albus' skin. ] Do you hate me for what I've become? For what i will become? [ It's barely audible. So soon as he's done speaking, he bites down just below the younger man's ear.

Hard. ]

That idea has merit.

[ no matter how unlikely, it's certainly a thought. he could wish for a gellert that would be satisfied with changing the world through peaceful means. perhaps there's a way, in fact, but it's nothing he can consider with any attention at the moment. not with the hard length of gellert's body pressed so tightly to his, and his hand at the small of his back, and his voice in his ear.

and then there are teeth in his skin, and he whines, a shocked, hungry sound, jerking in the older man's arms. it hurts, and merlin, he wants it, needs it in a way he's not sure he's ever needed it before. ]

Gellert-- [ he rolls his hips up, nails scoring the older man's back through his clothing, chin lifting and tilting away to give him better access. they're in gellert's office and albus didn't lock the door and literally anyone could walk in on them-- instead of giving him pause, it just makes the want roar up hotter. he can hardly believe his own body. ]

Does it?

[ Soft, faintly curious.

He's not focused on that now though. Not when Albus is right here, feeling and sounding and tasting just as he remembers. The sound of his name on Albus' lips is goading, drags heat through him that settles in his gut. He exhales there shaking before he bites down again, relentless until he's sure that it's going to bruise. ] Leave it. [ Of the mark-- ] You're mine. [ It's soft and a little dangerous but it's breathy, heated. Still, he drops his hands until they rest at the backs of Albus' thighs, dragging him up against him and actually taking the time to set him back down on the desk's surface.

Unrepentant.

It's clear he doesn't care about the door not being locked - because of course he knows it is. He's too observant to not know. ]

Albus. [ He kisses him, too gentle for how things are, but then he looks at him. ] You're the only person I've ever feared. [ Merlin but it's true, and genuine, and he kisses him again, fervent and demanding and taking. ]

[ briefly, he bristles at the order, tempted as always to disobey on sheer principle. as it is, he shouldn't allow himself to wear such a visible mark, no matter how gellert might like to see it there where anyone can wonder at it.

the possessiveness makes his breath hiccup unsteadily, heart hammering against his ribs as he's simply lifted onto the desk. his knees part for gellert to get between them, gripping the older man's hips. he tilts his head into the kiss, returning it and almost surprised by the gentleness. by the time gellert pulls away, he's a little breathless, flushed with desire and clear arousal.

merlin, he knows the exact right thing to say. albus doesn't want to know what it says about him that he can get so turned on by the idea that the man he loves has--and does--fear him. this-- this is why he gives up so much power in the future, isn't it? it can make him a monster.

he meets gellert halfway, the kiss more teeth than anything, and reaches back blindly to shove everything out of the way on the desk. he leans back, then, dragging gellert with him, fingers tugging at buttons and not caring if the older man loses a few. ]

[ He knew Albus would bristle. Getting a rise out of him, however small, is nice. The rest of his reactions are even better though, the sound his breath makes, the look in his eyes so long passed but so familiar that it makes his own breath shake, the brief startle in himself when Albus drags him forward--

--he's leaning into the desk so far that it's almost painful and Albus is pulling at his clothing but that just means he gets to return the favor, hands unbuttoning, unfastening, sliding under fabric to drag blunted nails over the younger wizard's abdomen. He's biting at Albus' lower lip again then, scratching - marking - his way back down to his hips and digging them in harshly through his trousers, yanking him against himself.

He shifts, just slightly, and it's impossible to miss just how aroused he is as well, harder than he can ever remember being pressed there against the inside of Albus' thigh. There's always been a desire in him for the younger man but this feels different, perhaps because of the changing dynamic. It's more a need now than a want.

Gellert dips his head down, teeth grazing his throat as warning of what may come. ]

[ yes, merlin, the haze of pleasure with the bite of pain, brief and sharp-- gellert's familiar-unfamiliar hands and mouth on his skin, distracting him, working him up for it. he gets his own palms into the older man's shirt, fingers splaying against heated skin, tracing muscle and bone and finding each new scar.

he hooks a leg around gellert, rolling his hips up against him again, feeling the length of him through their trousers with satisfaction and an answering desperation. ]

Do it, [ he orders, breathless, pushy, and his chin tilts back to bare his throat, a groan trapped just there in his chest. ] It's been-- twenty years for you. Show me.

[ It really has been so long. His hips twitch forward just a little to meet Albus' halfway, breathing out in a long exhale before the demand makes him grin against the skin. ] You seem almost the needier one of us even still. [ It's a tease, goading, almost taunting but not quite, just borderline enough. But then he's shoving Albus further back onto the desk, forcing him to lean back further as one hand catches him by the nape roughly to hold him in place. He bites down just above the hollow of Albus' throat, harder still than he'd treated his skin earlier - and at the very same moment his other hand slips between them so that he can palm him through his trousers, purposely mingling the pleasure with the pain--

the tip of his tongue runs slowly, so slowly, up the line of his jaw and along his pulse. Infuriatingly languid on purpose, hand still grasping tight at his nape. ]

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gellert grindelwald.

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i feel like at this point this thread should just be labeled nsfl

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