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My Deathly Hallows tattoo

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I was excited about seeing Aquaman, b/c I like DCEU films, but now I don’t want to see it because of Amber Heard.

She’s a lying abuser, and as an actual survivor of domestic violence, I can’t bring myself to watch a film with that attention-grabbing, dishonest, violent woman in it. That’s my truth.

#anti johnny depp #johnny depp abuse #johnny depp is innocent #johnny depp is my grindelwald #johnny depp #amber heard #aquaman #dceu #jason mamoa #anti amber heard #anti aquaman

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It was messy. He was drunk. He was so drunk, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just stared at him like he was the moon and stars, like he was a painted sunset, like he was perfection. She gazed up at his bleary, oddball eyes, and he knew he reeked of firewhisky as he muttered down to her, “We leave tomorrow for Paris, and then for Calais. I’ll have to take Hang-Away Potion, I’m sure. My head will be pounding in the morning.” Queenie smiled warmly up at him and asked as they moved in their clumsy dance, “Why’d you drink so much, sir?” “I don’t really know,” he admitted, and he didn’t know. He didn’t have a good answer for her. Was it because he needed his Obscurial back, lest his plans for Dumbledore’s demise be foiled? Was it because he just hadn’t been solidly drunk in so long that it simply felt overdue? Or was it her? He didn’t know. He blinked slowly, unable to keep himself from stumbling a little, and then the beautiful ballet piece ended and the record on the phonograph spun in scratchy silence. Queenie’s feet stopped moving, but she kept her left hand on Grindelwald’s shoulder and held fast to his other hand. She stared up at him, there in an awkward dancing stance with no music to guide them, and she whispered, “You burned me alive.” Grindelwald swallowed hard. “I designed those flames to only admit the loyal. You came through them because you were true to -” “No.” She dared to interrupt him, and for some bizarre reason, he couldn’t bring himself to mind. She shook her head and licked her lip. “I was nobody. Nothing. And then I came through that blue flame, and it’s like you created me from nothing. You… burned me into living. And I need you to know that I…” She was still holding onto him, holding his hand, holding his shoulder, and the record was spinning impatiently as the needle scratched it. Grindelwald felt more drunk than ever as he steadied himself on his feet and asked in the smoothest voice he could manage, “What do you need me to know, Queenie?” Her lovely wide eyes watered, and she said softly, “I’d burn a thousand times over for you. That’s all.

Burned Into Glory, Chapter 5 (”Firewhisky”)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/38978327

(via queenofdreamers87)

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Ch. 32 is up!

“I really am so happy for you.”

“Even though you let us get Obliviated and sent to live in a cottage in Wales?” asked Newt, and Tina squeezed his hand roughly. She shook her head and whispered,

“We aren’t discussing the past, Newt.”

“I am merely pointing out that your new brother-in-law has done a demonstrable number of objectionable things against us,” mused Newt. He picked up his coffee, sipped it, set it down, and began rattling off offences on his fingers. “There was the time he almost killed us in Paris. There was the time he killed twenty-three Ministry employees to break Queenie out of her arrest. There was the time he took us prisoner and threatened to kill my brother - having already killed my sister-in-law and oldest friend. Oh, and the way he threatened to Imperius us and make us move against the Ministry ourselves, then decided to be merciful by just Obliviating us and sending us to rural Wales to live as No-Majs until Dumbledore found us and gave us new wands. There’s been all of that.”

“I can get you your wands back. That’s not a problem,” Queenie assured Newt, who scoffed and said,

“That is scarcely the point, is it?”

“Well, what is the point, Newt?” Queenie glared at him. “Tina wrote me a letter saying there would be no tricks or games. That we were here to discuss big news. I’m guessing that news is of your engagement. Congratulations to both of you. Really. But did you also bring me here just to yell at me for everything my husband’s ever done? Because I won’t sit here and listen to that.”

“Please, Newt,” Tina begged, sounding desperate. She shook her head. “We aren’t talking about the past.”

Newt shifted in his seat and cracked his neck a little. He looked very angry, his freckled face flushing red, as he murmured,

“Am I meant to just pretend Leta died in a shipwreck like her brother, then?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39446674

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“She screams, and JACOB covers his face, terrified, as she passes through the ring of fire and joins GRINDELWALD’S side.”

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"I suppose congratulations are in order, Gellert," said Dumbledore as Grindelwald approached, "though I can't say I am pleased with the way you've lured her to your… side."

"She came to me of her own volition in Paris, Albus," Grindelwald said smoothly, fingering the Elder Wand carefully, "and she fell in love with me genuinely."

"And you with her?" Dumbledore raised his brows. "Do you actually love that girl, Gellert, or are you just using her like you use everyone else?"

Grindelwald tipped his head and licked his lip. He smirked a little and asked softly, "Jealous?"

Ch. 29 is up!

Dumbledore scratched at his hair beneath his fedora. He cleared his throat. “Even without it, you can not move against me. The pact is binding.”

“So it is. You can not move against me, either, Albus,” Grindelwald noted lightly, “so here we are, standing beneath an olive tree on my wedding day.”

“Does she make you happy, Gellert?” Albus asked meaningfully, and suddenly the other wizard’s pale eyes sparkled strangely. Grindelwald smiled a little and nodded.

“Very much so. She makes me feel happier than I have ever been in my life. Ever.”

Including that summer, he meant to say, but Dumbledore got the message. He blinked a few times and whispered,

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Are you?” Grindelwald laughed a little and nodded, staring at Dumbledore in disbelief. This man had loved him, to be certain, but he also presumably wanted him dead. Now he wanted him happy. Albus was a complex man, Grindelwald thought. He dragged his fingers over his hair and flicked his eyes up to the villa.

“There’s a party,” he noted, “and she’s waiting for me.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you,” Dumbledore said, sticking his hands back into his pockets. “I wish you would stop all of this madness of yours, Gellert, but I also know that today is not the day you’ll be convinced to do that. So instead, today, I shall restrain myself from evangelising the idea of stopping your politicking. Instead I shall restrain myself to congratulating you, and wishing you nothing but happiness, with all the hope that your marriage is truly one of mutual love and contentment.”

“You always had a way with words, Albus.” Gellert approached the other wizard and reached to put his hand on Dumbledore’s shoulder. He stared into Dumbledore’s pale eyes and whispered, “Get out of Rome. I may not be able to kill you, but my associates can, and if you think I will leave you alive, you are out of your mind.”

Then he stalked away, toward the villa, and when he reached the wrought iron gate, he glanced back to see that Albus Dumbledore had already Disapparated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39397624

#grindeldore #grindelwald/dumbledore #dumbledore/grindelwald #grindelwald/queenie #queenie/grindelwald #queenie #grindelwald #dumbledore

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Ch. 28 is up!

“My brother and sister witches and wizards,” said Grindelwald, pacing inside the enormous semi-circle of protective blue flame he’d cast. The sun was going down, setting the Colosseum aglow, putting a ghostly blue wash on his own body, and he sighed before he called out, “You have all been kind enough to gather with me on what is, without a doubt, the single most important and beautiful days of my existence. For that, I am eternally grateful, friends.”

A round of applause made its way around the Colosseum. At least ten thousand witches and wizards from all over Europe had gathered. Whether they were abjectly loyal to Gellert Grindelwald’s cause, curious to see him get married, or enemies who were hoping to do him harm, they had come. Grindelwald scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces, and suddenly he froze.

Albus Dumbledore.

Years had passed since last they’d seen one another, and both of them had aged tremendously, but he knew well what Dumbledore looked like. He locked eyes for a moment with Albus, who was wearing a trim-looking fedora. Albus tipped his hat and nodded, and Grindelwald cleared his throat. He paced around to the other side of the arena and spoke to the opposite side of the crowd.

“Many of you have not yet had the opportunity to hear us speak about our movement toward the greater good. I encourage you to join us on a less momentous occasion for a discussion about our specific goals and how we mean to achieve them. We welcome the talents and intentions of all who desire the best for the wizarding world. But now, my friends, it is time for me to welcome my bride and make her my wife for all time.”

He turned back to the other side of the crowd, and he eyed Dumbledore again. Albus Dumbledore had a strange look on his face, as though someone unseen were yanking roughly on his arm. Grindelwald stared directly at Dumbledore, narrowed his eyes and said quite intently to the crowd,

“I wish it to be known that Queenie Goldstein is without question the most abjectly perfect witch I could have ever hoped to marry, and I consider myself the luckiest wizard on Earth to have met her, brought her into our movement, fallen in love with her, and had the good fortune of receiving a ‘yes’ to my proposition of marriage. I know that she will bring my life nothing but happiness in the years to come, and I shall try very hard to give her all the happiness she deserves. I adore her, nothing more, nothing less. And now, I shall marry her. Queenie, please come forth from Gladiator’s Gate!”

He turned away from Dumbledore then, leaving behind the boy who had pined after him, the boy who had kissed him and been sweaty in his arms. He left behind that boy and turned toward the woman who was his future. He stalked over toward Vinda in his tuxedo robes, knowing there were twenty thousand eyes on him as he did. He waited beside Vinda and watched as Queenie appeared on the other side of the flames.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39373378

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We don't know that Grindelwald is a gay man.

This came up in another post, so I just want to clarify -- we don't know that Grindelwald is a gay man. We've been told that Dumbledore is a gay man, and we know that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had a very brief fling, but we don't know whether that means Grindelwald is gay, bisexual, pansexual, a sexual opportunist, or a straight man who had one same-sex fling. He could be absolutely anything; all we have confirmation of is what he *did*, not how he identified or who he was, the way we do have that confirmation with Dumbledore. The reason this matters is that Grindelwald's life after his very brief fling with Dumbledore might have involved romantic/sexual relationships with witches/wizards/both and it's bi/pan erasure to consider him canonically 100% gay just because he had a two month affair with Dumbledore. /endrant.

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It’s her cooking that does him in.

Sure, he admires her Legilimency skills, and he finds that giggle just a little too cute, but that food. How could any wizard in his rightful mind turn down Queenie Goldstein’s schnitzel and strudel?

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"She knows," she whispered. "Tina knows. She remembers everything. How did Dumbledore -"

"Albus Dumbledore is a very powerful wizard, Queenie." Grindelwald sounded almost impatient. "Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't try some trick to attend our wedding without me knowing."

"Why would he do that?" Queenie narrowed her eyes, supremely confused, but Grindelwald scoffed softly and looked out the window. He licked his lip and said quietly,

"Let's just say that I'm sure Albus was very surprised to learn that I had proposed marriage to a beautiful young witch."

Ch. 26 is up!

“Queenie.”

She looked up. He always surprised her, because she could barely feel his mind through his thick shields of Occlumency. It was so comforting, the way his thoughts failed to invade her own mind the way others’ did. She blinked at the bathroom doorway to see him standing there, fully clothed down to his boots and up to his trench coat, and he came stalking slowly into her bathroom. He would have locked up her doors, she knew. He always did when he came into her rooms; the two of them together earned privacy that she alone did not.

“Hi.” Queenie smiled up at him, knowing she looked a mess with her wet hair, probably with eyeliner smudged around her eyes. He didn’t seem to mind. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hello.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39345358

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Write those fics, y’all! Grindelqueen forever!

So guys... why is my fic (Burned Into Glory) the ONLY Queenie/Grindelwald story on AO3 right now?!

My fellow authors, please get writing! We need more beautiful fic in this ship, my friends!

#grindelqueen #grindelwald/queenie #queenie/grindelwald #grindelwald x queenie #queenie x grindelwald

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Ch. 24 is up!

He felt like an orchestra conductor tonight, moving the Elder Wand in elegant, smooth motions to direct his custom, judgmental Fiendfyre along the perimeter of Tollnhaus. The Rococo-style mansion had a gaudy collonnade running along the outside, and there were fountains and gardens in the front. Grindelwald worked around all of this, casting his blue flame in curving lines that formed a frontier past which no enemy could enter. Only those true to his cause could come to tonight’s party, which was for the best, because tonight’s party was for the loyal. It would involve a shocking vision meant only for those most ready to receive it. It would involve asking for money. And it would involve conversations and mingling with the upper crust of his base.

So Grindelwald really did feel like a conductor of music as he whipped his fire about, as he protected his borrowed mansion from ill will. From behind him, he suddenly heard a crack of Apparition and then a familiar voice - Queenie.

“Oh! You’re almost done.”

“Almost.” Grindelwald kept his eyes on the flames until he was through casting them, and when at last his perimeter was complete, he turned round to see Queenie standing a few feet away, and he froze.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39315292

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Vinda and Queenie’s friendship in Burned Into Glory (Ch. 24)

“Right, so, we need Vinda to look like a complete knockout,” Queenie informed Madame Trousseau, who seemed a little confused. Vinda embarrassedly clarified,

“I would like to look a little more provocative than usual this time, Madame.”

“A little sexier,” Queenie grinned, and Vinda rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know why you are making me do this, Queenie. Showing off my chest is not going to help me win the right sort of man.”

“No, but it might get you lots of dances for the night, and my goal for you is a fun party.” Queenie was stout and serious as she said this, and she curled a pillow up against her stomach where she sat on Vinda’s bed. “I want you to have more fun at this party than anyone’s ever had at a political event, Vinda.”

“Well. That shouldn’t be difficult.” Both witches laughed then, and Madame Trousseau reached into her Expanded trunk of dress robes. She pulled out a red silk gown, a halter cut with a low cut-out neckline. She held it up and said,

“I think I have just the thing. Let’s try it on, shall we?”

“Oooh. Red.” Queenie smirked. “Now that is provocative, coming from you, Vinda. Let’s see it on.”

Vinda shamelessly stripped down to her slip, and then took that off due to the cut of the gown. She let Madame Trousseau help her into the red silk, which fit her just so. It revealed her lovely back and her arms, and the curves of her breasts. Queenie gasped at how revealing a dress it was. The skirts of it moved easily as Vinda turned away from the mirror and insisted,

“I can not wear this!” Her cheeks were pink, but Queenie demanded,

“Why not? You look gorgeous!”

“I look like a harlot,” Vinda bemoaned. Queenie hopped off the bed and headed for the door, and Vinda called,

“Where are you going?”

“To ask Gellert what he thinks of it.”

“What?” Vinda sounded shocked. “Why would we ask him?”

“Because I happen to know he thinks you’re very pretty, and he’ll tell you so.” Queenie hopped out of the room and skeddadled downstairs to Grindelwald’s office. She knocked hard on the door, and when he opened it for her, she hurried inside and said breathlessly,

“Please, will you come tell Vinda she looks sexy in this gown for the party?”

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Why would you want me to do that?”

“She needs validation,” Queenie said. “I can read in her mind that she appreciates that I think she looks pretty, but she wonders what men will think. So can you tell her how good it looks?”

Grindelwald smirked. “How good does it look?”

“Pretty good.” Queenie smiled and reached for Grindelwald’s hand, and as he rose and took her fingers in his, he murmured,

“You know, you really are a good friend to her.”

“And she’s a good friend to me,” Queenie shrugged. “I’ve never had a good friend before. Not really. Not at school, that’s for sure. Tina and I had each other, but only because we didn’t have anybody else. Nobody wanted to be friends with a Legilimens; nobody wanted their thoughts read all the time. I was the mind-reading freak.”

“Things change,” Grindelwald noted as they approached Vinda’s rooms.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16618247/chapters/39315292

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I ship Queenie and Grindelwald because

- He would love her cooking.

- He would treat her Legilimency as a gift instead of constantly reprimanding her for reading minds.

- Her giddy, bubbly personality would be the perfect foil to his smooth, slick presentation.

- For the first time in her life, Queenie would have felt like she had purpose and was valued, and Grindelwald would have seen those doe eyes staring up at him in wonder all the time.

- I headcanon Grindelwald as bisexual/pansexual, but he would be surprised by just how attracted he turns out to be in many ways to Queenie.

- I ship these two because, let’s face it, that last scene where they were standing close together in Grindelwald had some serious tension.

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Congrats on the succes of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald and your amazing performance as Gellert Grindelwald

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