fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme ([personal profile] fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme) wrote2016-11-23 07:27 am
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Prompt Post #1

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Graves!Grindelwald/real!Graves - post-transformation noncon.

(Anonymous) 2016-11-23 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Take this into any fucked up direction you want.

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-25 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
one ticket directly to the special hell, please, because this is a great prompt

+1

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-26 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Thirded!

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-27 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the first time Gellert has transformed himself - lessons at school, experiments with Albus, disguise after disguise as he fled from Europe to this brave New World - but God, it thrills every time: the curves of his wrists, the stretch of his spine, the way his fingers curl and flex and twist in and out of his palm. The strength in his legs, in his shoulders, where his own body has none; the width of his jaw, his nose, his eyes.

"Magnificent," he breathes, and means it - this Auror's body can be more than a mask for him, it can be a tool, a home, a place where he can stretch and spill to fill the available space. Men like Graves don't know what a treasure they have, in their square and anonymous faces. Men like Graves don't know a thing.

"It all seems to be in working order," he says, and smiles with Graves' lips. "Lucky for you, my dear. Unless there's something you haven't told me of - a habit, perhaps, an old injury. An impurity in the blood."

Across the room, bound on the floor, Graves' nostrils flare, and he struggles at his bonds. Gellert appreciates that - he likes a man with fight in him, with respect for his own good name. So lacking, in this harsh-flicking modern world. So precious, these wizards who know the old-world rules, who cling sharp and desperate to whatever it is they call honor.

"No impurity," says Graves. His voice is rusty with disuse - Gellert has had him under a Silencing Charm for days, now. "You know."

"And yet," Gellert says, "how can I be sure that you're telling me everything, my dear? I've run out of Veritaserum." He sighs, lowers his hands to his sides - he can examine them more later - and steps towards Graves, careful and slow, as if approaching a wild animal. "Any part of your body more imperfect than it ought to be? How can I be sure?"

Graves looks away. There are circles under his eyes; Gellert goes to one knee, presses the pad of his left thumb into the dark space. "I don't have these," he says, soft. "I wear your body well, dearest. I wear it better than you do. Isn't that right? Isn't that the right way? Isn't that how it ought to be?"

Graves isn't moving, isn't reacting. Gellert presses harder, lets his thumbnail - Graves' thumbnail - catch Graves' skin, just under his eyelashes. "You oughtn't to be sad," he says. "You mustn't be. I'm putting the world to rights, wearing you. Aren't I?"

His other hand is drifting, skating down Graves' arm, down his chest. It's fascinating, watching Graves tense at it, watching his muscles ripple and catch; Graves is hardly breathing, now, every inch of him still.

"The answer is, dearest," says Gellert, "I can't be sure I'm wearing your body as I ought to until I've seen all of you. Isn't that right? Isn't that true?"

He presses his left thumb in harder, hooks his nail on Graves' skin. He could scratch Graves' eye out, if he wanted; it's not as if he'll have use for it, who on earth needs a double with two good eyes? And he might enjoy it. He smiles at Graves, to let him know so.

Graves hisses out a long breath. "Yes," he says, so soft Gellert can barely hear it. "Yes, that's right."

Gellert kisses his forehead, very gently. Then he slides his hand over Graves' cock.

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-27 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
uh omg so fabulous please continue

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-28 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Wow wow wow this is amazing! I didn't know I wanted to read this til I read it!

Re: Graves!Grindelwald/real!Graves - post-transformation noncon.

(Anonymous) 2016-11-30 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
OP-Wow, this is amazing! Thank you!

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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
OMG, this is perfect, perfect!! You had me hanging breathlessly on Gellert's every mocking question.

Re: Graves!Grindelwald/real!Graves - post-transformation noncon.

(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my...your working is amazing! Can I translate it into Chinese please? Of course all the credits are yours. I will send you a link of where I post my translation to you. Thank you!

Re: Graves!Grindelwald/real!Graves - post-transformation noncon.

(Anonymous) 2016-12-18 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
This is amazing. When I first fell into this fandom I didn't think I'd be that into Graves/Grindelwald, but oh my. I've changed my mind. Quite a bit. I would read this forever. I LOVE the idea that Grindelwald is more deserving of Graves' body than Graves is. Like, yes please.

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(Anonymous) 2016-12-14 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon, I am no writer so have some art. Thank you for the lovely prompt.

http://faustiandrama.tumblr.com/post/154460308901/nsfw-grindelgraves-and-the-true-graves-see-full