Gellert Grindelwald - Blog Posts

“Voldemort should have gotten a fair trial.”

No, but seriously, can we talk about this? I know this was meant as a joke but it’s just so hilarious to think about.

Why did harry need to collect all of the horcruxes first when they could’ve just tossed him in with Grindelwald. 

I mean it probably wouldn’t have worked but why was ‘kill him with love, fire, venom, and the magical equivalent of ‘no u’ the first and only option???

I’m just saying I would like more Trial of Voldemort trope fics because they’re peak comedy. Or Voldemort and Grindelwald co-habituating Nurmengard and annoying the shit out of each other. It’s what they deserve.

“Voldemort should have gotten a fair trial.”

“Sauron wasn’t under the Shire’s jurisdiction. Hobbits had no authority to depose him.”

“Aslan is hypocritical for killing the White Witch because they’re the same really. They both want to rule the world and be worshiped!”

Brought to you by: the Internet’s intellectual dishonesty when discussing Mace Windu knocking Darth Sidious flat on his ass and rightfully attempting to cut him down.  

Johnny Depp. Drawn by me. 

For Your Own Good

Albus fished in his pockets for something to give the man. "I don't suppose you'd care for a spearmint humbug...?" Albus trailed off pathetically as the man gave him a baleful stare and moved on. Albus sighed and rubbed his short, auburn hair. It was only just growing back in.

"Stop fussing," his date said.

"Nervous habit," Albus sighed again and forced a smile.

"Look, there's nothing you can do for the poor beggers, as much as you try." His date seemed half amused, half exasperated.

Albus smiled thinly. "There's no harm in trying."

The golden haired youth looped an arm through Albus', and together they set off down the cobbled lane. After several strides into the dark alley, Albus found himself pressed up against the crumbling brick of a high wall as his date leaned in to kiss him.

"Jeremy, we'll be caught."

"So what? You can just, you know..." Jeremy mimed aiming, and then blasting, with his right hand.

"That would violate I don't know how many laws." That was a lie. Albus knew exactly how many it would violate, but speaking of them would only make his transgression of the first, the most vital law, all the worse; the Statute of Secrecy.

"Come on, Al. We fought in the fucking war. We died in the war. We've earned the right to enjoy a bit of freedom. It's 1945, for chrissakes!" This emphatic speech was undermined somewhat by the furtive dark of their surrounds.

They stood against one another, breathing loudly into the quiet. Albus leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Jeremy's mouth. "You're right. Of course, you're right. I've been living with secrets for so long, I've become rather accustomed to it." Jeremy looked Albus in the eye, naked pain and anger mixed with the deep exhaustion they all felt. The soldiers of the Second Great War.

Jeremy kissed Albus roughly, desperately, as though trying to draw his magic right out of him through that kiss. As though reaching for a miracle. Albus knew how he felt, returning the kiss with ardour. His hands clawed at Jeremy's shirt, burrowing beneath the thin material to caress his chest. Jeremy was more bold, fumbling with the buckle of Albus' belt.

"Wait, wait not here."

Jeremy groaned in frustration. "Why not?"

"It's cold, and muddy, and it's starting to rain— "

"Look, I'm not a breakfast in bed kind of guy here, Al! I like you, but can't we just have this moment? Here? Now?"

Albus turned his head away, and Jeremy cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry, Al."

"No, I'm sorry Jeremy. You reminded me of someone I had once cared for. Deeply. But I can see now this was a mistake."

Jeremy shook his head and turned to walk away. As he retreated further into the alley, Albus aimed his wand at Jeremy's back. With a whispered word, all memory of Albus was erased from his mind. Jeremy never looked back.

Tears streamed down Albus' face as he wandered the crowded streets, making his way slowly towards the Leaky Cauldron. Breaking his final Sickle on a Firewhisky, Albus knocked it back and climbed the stairs to his room.

Albus lay on his bed, realising too late that he had walked the length of London with his fly undone. Albus laughed, placing his hands over his face. Albus unbuckled his belt and reached beneath the waist of his pants. It truly had been a shame, he had liked Jeremy's fervent, if obnoxious and misguided, enthusiasm.

Albus stroked himself, thinking of a different golden haired youth. One recently incarcerated in Nurmengard. Albus pushed aside the grief, the guilt, the raw and maddening lust for power he harboured still, and concentrated on that beautiful face. The one who had smiled so sweetly while uttering those fateful words. Greater good. Albus groaned as he climaxed, not caring that he was still wearing his pants.

He lay for a while longer, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, spilling down his face to pool on the pillow.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Gellert," he whispered. "It was for your own good."

idk why, but to me, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo's history resembles Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald's one a liiiiiil bit too much

And historians will call them~~

the “best friends who had plans of changing the world together but then one of them betrayed the other and now they’re on opposite sides and the one who betrayed the other is now morally grey and kills people but they still can’t bring themselves to kill the other because deep down they’re still in love with them” trope>>>>

Two Wizards; One Soul

Little bit of dark!Dumbledore, and mostly rosy wording. I wrote this while listening to a Grindellore playlist on youtube, where I also posted this story. (I don't have the link right now but I will add it later). Nothing inappropriate!

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Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald are the most powerful couple to have lived; the entire Wizarding World lay sprawled at their feet long before any ministry had the chance to act against them. No power remained to oppose either wizard alone, certainly not both.

They revelled in each other, drunk on power and the burning love shared between the two. No one else existed in their world, except them. Magic burst from their fingertips at a whim, and with the Deathly Hallows on their side, nothing could part Gellert and Albus, not even death.

Instead of revealing the world of magic, they infiltrated ever muggle powerhouse on earth, whether it be government or economies - it all fell to their influence, and without realising it, the world of the muggles came under the rule of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Many attempted to challenge them, rebellions that were crushed before the spark could become flame. But these new rulers were not cruel, only interested in peace and the end of fear. Any who disagreed possessed little power to do anything about it.

The two men, physically so different, bore twin souls, entwined by a searing, deadly love that overruled everything. Defied every possibility, spit in the face of doubt, and smothered the idea of the word impossible. Together, there was nothing Albus and Gellert could not achieve.

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Dark eyes glittering, Dumbledore met the eyes of his lover. No. The eyes of his soulmate. What other word could describe them? From the moment they met, love blossomed with every word and stolen glance. He used to fear its burn, before he gave in and relished the power.

Grindelwald looked back at him, pale hair glinting in the moonlight. To anyone else, the apparent blankness of his face would put doubt in their mind; but Dumbledore, who knew him better than anyone, saw the bright fire flickering in his gaze. Those eyes, contrasting, clashing, but ultimately the same, spoke to Albus on a level nothing else could.

Magic crackled around them, the very air alive with their energy. Reflected in his soulmate's eyes, Albus saw themselves, and longed to stay there forever. The world could burn to ash, and he would not care, only if Gellert stayed too.

"My dear," came his voice, low, rough, laced with the chill of his homeland winds, yet still igniting fire in Albus' gut, "the day is fading."

Grappling for air to respond, Dumbledore unconciously stepped closer. "Time to go?"

Grindelwald's hand cupped his face, stroking over the trimmed beard for a moment. "Time to go."

With one last look at the smouldering ruins of MACUSA, they vanished, closer in embrace than any human could ever hope to be spiritually.

Their love, though hot and damaging to the touch, would change the world.

In fact, it already had.