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You know that grindelwald is still free. And we know from the Harry Potter movies that he should end up in prison at the end of the Fantastic Beasts series. So hear me out.

What if...

at the end of the movie (if they do another one. I don't think they will but just a hope.) grindelwald gets arrested and they sent him to prison. Dumbledore visits him and one of them(grindelwald or dumbledore) grabs the other and they just kiss. When the kiss ends, and dumbledore is about to leave, movie about the end dumbledore goes and says

"Who will love you now, gellert"

Just like the way grindelwald said it in The Secrets of Dumbledore. But something is different this time. He says Gellert which is nicer, more personal and heartfelt and means more than a mere surname that everyone already refers to them as. It will show the difference between them once again. Like the way grindelwald used The Killing Curse while dumbledore used just a protection spell.

Grindelwald can smile, cry or something. I don't know. And the movie ends.

This scene can be at the end of the movie or could be a post credit scene. I don't know. All I know is that I want to watch this scene. And once more I thank my silly brain for coming up with a scenario like this. Thank you one more time silly.

But if we want this to be more than a idea, we should spread this. So it is our responsibility to make everyone know about this.

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25 delicate things lovers do that i adore:

(feel free to use!! 8, 10, 11, 18, 20, AND 21 PLSS???? *crying* yall better tag me when u write any of these?? got it??)

gazes lingering on each other

glancing away quickly when you catch them staring

finding excuses to hold your hand

delicate, slow and soft soft kisses >\\<

smiling excessively, naturally and so easily around you :`>

hands cupping your face before a kiss

the feeling they're left with after the kiss

the giddy feeling you're left with after the kiss. (yall's toaster waterproof??? :) )

picking you up and twirling you when they're excited

somebody taking an off-guard picture of you staring at each other, completely-in-love

glowing in their presence. ( im so sad )

feeling comfortable together in silence

smiling, listening keenly whenever the other rants

their eyes try to find yours whenever they hear you in crowded areas

"you're staring" "you're glowing, my love, of course i will." :)

giving small thoughtful compliments

dancing in the rain together [CRYING]

a third person saying, "no matter where they are, they're always together and in their own world."

resting their forehead against yours

shoulder kisses!!! kisses on the nape [ㅜㅜ in tears rn lmao]

the shy person initiating to kiss first!!!

touching your lips where they kissed you hard. (CAN SOMEONE KISS ME UNTIL IM A PUDDLE-)

hugs in the dark, hugs under a tree, hugs in the rain, running into their open arms and hugging them tight>>>>

placing kisses on their scars :(

waking up to a small breakfast and a note written by them before they left for the day <333

Day1 of trying to get back into writing

“Death is Beautiful isn’t it”

He stared at me, the calm in his eyes of ocean blue almost put me at ease… Almost. It was hard to believe that I once held such malice towards this boy- no, man in front of me. As the snow softly fell into his fluffy hair I began to ponder when this all started. Was it when I noticed him all grumpy in the hall on a sunny Monday morning or was it when I stood up for him when he wasn’t there to do so for himself? I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a sentence roll off of his tongue in a raspy voice “Death is beautiful isn’t it?” My mouth goes dry, I can’t respond seeing as I always thought of death as a cruel and despicable being who takes what you love. Hesitant to respond I slowly pull his head into my lap, trying to cause him as little pain as possible, he seems to understand this and shuffles his body to be as comfortable as possible. He does his best to nod, but instead, a painful cough racks his body, I wince as blood spills on the fresh snow turning it crimson. His eyes gloss over as the two of us peer down at the bustling and glowing town below us. As his breathing becomes more shallow the night seems to understand and quiets, all the while fear creeps into my bones. Almost in slow motion, I begin to cry, I don’t want him to leave. His hand reached up to cup my face, and he wiped my tears away. When I opened my eyes he was smiling. His smile was brighter than all the stars in the sky at that moment. Then it dawned on me he is waiting for me, despite his pain he wanted me to accept it, to accept his death before he passes. This time unlike many other moments between us no words were needed, looking into his glazed eyes, I smiled. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand went limp in mine, at the realization that he was finally gone my heart felt as if it was bursting from my chest. As much as I hated death at that moment, sitting in the red snow, cold, and crying in sorrow for the person I knew I also realized he was right Death is beautiful.

Eyes of a King

Part two of my Thranduil soulmate one shot

Sitting on my bed I listen to the birds outside my window, it’s strange not even just strange, bizarre. I would’ve been in Paris a few days ago, but now I’m in the fictional realm of Mirkwood that isn’t supposed to exist. On top of that, I’m the king's soulmate. I haven’t even seen him since my first day here. Meanwhile, the maids were the only ones that ever talked to besides Gandalf. Who of course has been hanging around Mirkwood. Part of me really wants to go talk to Thranduil or even just look at him again to make sure I’m not in a dream, but whenever I walk around I can never find him, and it seems impolite to enter his chambers. Sighing I hop off my bed and peer out the open windows to my left. From my room, I can see the hustle and bustle of the town below. I’ve thought of going down, but the world still seems too alien for me to go down alone. I don’t want to cause any issues. However, a knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. Contemplating whether to open it or not I ask “Who is it?” A chuckle escapes the person behind the door and I open the door now realizing it is Gandalf. His smile is contagious and a laugh falls from my lips as I greet him “Good Morning Gandalf.”

He bows slightly and replies “It is a good morning indeed my lady.” Gandalf holds out his hand and asks “Would you like to walk with me through the market on this fine morning?” Walking out the door and softly closing it he offers his arm I loop it with mine, giving him a mischievous smile I ask “How many times do I have to tell you just to call me by my name?”

He mirrors my smile and replies “Many more” Shaking my head I question the practicality of my situation. I was basically kidnapped by a fictional character which happens to be illegal and I should be finding a way back home, but my soulmate who won’t even look at me is here. Frick me. I suddenly jump a bit when I hear Gandalf speak “Are you alright my dear?” His brow is creased in worry and his words truly did reflect his concern.

I acknowledge his fretting with a nod and a simple “Of course thank you.” He seemed to know that it was a white lie, but he simply nodded as we start walking through the different vendors. A small gasp escapes my lips as I see a stall with books of all types. Almost in a trance I quickly pull away from Gandalf and ask the vendor “Are there any in English, listo?” Did I add please in Sindarin at the end? Yes. Am I also a nerd who likes learning languages? Also yes. The vendor who I start to examine seemed shocked and now that I was looking at her I realize how beautiful she is. The Elleth who still seemed a bit cautious of me says back in perfect English “Yes a few…” She seems torn on something and I go to ask her about it but she beats me to it “I have never seen you around here, if I would have seen you before I would have known, not many humans come to Mirkwood.”

I was about to answer her when Gandalf seemingly appears beside me “She is my niece and has traveled with me from Dale.” Looking to Gandalf questioning what he was doing I then almost smacked myself, of course, he’s going to lie. I cannot go around saying I’m from another world.

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Huffing I sheepishly ask Gandalf “Could I have a little help?” After having a nice conversation with the elleth (whose name I learned is Älva) showed me a stack of beautiful hand-bound leather books in English. I was about to apologize because I had no money, but then he gave her shillings or something for all of them. He did so while I insisted he didn’t have to, yet he told me that Thranduil gave the money to Gandalf for me!

Gandalf gives a hearty chuckle “Of course my lady.”

So with great difficulty, we finally made it up the stairs and as we approached the doors to my room I ask Gandalf “Does he want to see me at all?”

The sadness that had seeped into my voice seemed to shock him for we stood silent for a few moments and Gandalf finally manages to form a few words “Of course he does my dear, but as I’m sure you understand Thranduil was married before you arrived and he did indeed love her.” My heart ached at his words and I croaked out “I know- It’s just.”

His eyes seemed to soften as I turn around “You’re lost my lady, I know you feel as if you do not belong.” Instead of answering I open the door to my room and set down the plethora of books that I held. Why is it me? Taking a shaky breath I look to Gandalf who also set down the books he was carrying. He asks me “Is there anything more I can do to help my lady?” Shaking my head I walk out to my balcony and sit. What am I going to do? Listening to the big doors shut I look to the skyline, there, there was the misty mountains. If I’m correct the dwarves should pass through Mirkwood soon… If they do I will be sure to help them, there is no need for all the bloodshed to occur… Getting and brushing off my dress (the maids insisted I wore one, but I am heavily considering changing into a tunic and trousers) I pick up a book I got, peek out the door, and head down the hall. I distinctly remember someone mentioning a library around here…

Creeping down the hall I jump when I hear a voice “What are you doing here?” Spinning around I see Legolas staring at me glaring.

Suddenly feeling much smaller I manage to speak “So a maid told me about a library and I just got a book and I really would like to see what books the palace has and- oh I’m trailing on I apologize.”

Quickly bowing I start to head right to look for the library when I hear “It’s to the left.” Turning around and bowing again I head to the left hall and slow my walking when I’m out of sight from Legolas. Here and there a maid, butler, or guard passes me, but for the most part, it was quiet. Taking my time I look at the carefully entwined branches, some areas were also stone, and overall it seemed as if nature itself swallowed the castle. The way the wood entwines with the stone and overall structure was breathtaking. Perhaps this architecture is better than Paris’s. Letting out a sigh I finally come to a doorway that smelt like old books and worn leather, knowing it's the Library I walk in book in hand, and see how beautiful it is. The elaborate designs all throughout it are breathtaking. The shelves themselves were made from intricate branches woven together. Brushing my hand over them lightly I finally take time to look at the library as a whole. Its walls were grand, at least 10 meters tall. As I pass by a chair the occupant who seems to be a young elfling was curled up sleeping. Smiling I take their cloak that fell on the floor and drape it over the elfling’s small frame. Looking around more I see a picture of a beautiful elleth hung in the center of the room. From her proud stature and crown, I could tell she was the last Queen. The little jealousy I had was now a burning crackling fire, it seemed so wrong for me to be jealous of the kind and graceful elleth, but I couldn’t help it.

Her soft features made it seem like she understood me as if she was saying “I’m sorry you don’t deserve this.” I hated being envious. Turning away I observe the rest of the room where soft light from the outside cascaded in and cast shadows in the library. The light especially seemed to hit a spot specifically a cozy corner in the room. I walk over to the chair and got closer only to notice someone was in it. That someone being Thranduil. After weighing the pros and cons I walk around the side of the chair to see his usual stern face now peaceful, his eyes were drooping like a child and his crown was off to a side table instead of being perched atop his head. Stepping away from him I instead sit in a nook by the window and begin to read. At first, I read silently, reading about the beginning of Middle Earth. Stealing a glance at Thranduil I made the decision to read aloud, although quietly. A while later I glance at Thranduil again to see an almost invisible smile ghosting his face. Perhaps not all is lost, smiling I feel my own eyelids begin to become droopy as I slowly drift into slumber.

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Waking up I begin to stretch, my back arches as my blanket begins to fall o- wait I didn’t bring a blanket. Now fully awake I grab at the fabric and realize it was actually a robe, a silver robe… A silver robe with actual pieces of silver… Oh my God… He gave me his robe! My mind buzzing I reach for my book and a note falls out. The looping English and signature made my heart flutter.

Thank you for reading - Thranduil

Archie and Bella :)

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