【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"If you learn to ride a bicycle, I'll give you an extra present for Christmas," said Albus, laughing. "You can ask, if I can save enough money—"

"Give me an extra scarf?" The blond boy laughed, then narrowed his eyes slyly, "Well, if I learn how to ride a bicycle today, how about you give me a present now?"

Albus hesitated for a moment, "I'm now...well, there will be a new payment for the manuscript in a few days." He calculated quickly, "It should be fine."

"Then we'll make a deal," Gellert said, stepping onto his bike. "I'm off!"

They had found the bicycle in the barn, where it had been left for no one knows how long.Albus attempted to magically fix the broken chain and tire. "Wait," he grabbed his companion, "there's something in your hair." Gellert lowered his head, and Albus's slender fingers ran through his blond hair, "You got a gray hair."

"Is it gone?" Gellert laughed. "You don't touch me? In my pants?"

"Go on your bike!" Albus pushed Gellert hard, blushing.Gellert whistled and rushed out like an arrow, his blond hair gleaming in the sunlight.He quickly reached the end of the path and braked sharply to stop. "How about it!" The young man was triumphant, "I just said, Muggle stuff...it's very simple!"

"You're amazing." Albus ran over, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "I've been studying for a long time, and I fell a few times. How do you keep your balance?"

"Here's a secret." Gellert motioned for Albus to come closer, and put his arm around his shoulders, "You give me a present first, and I'll tell you the secret. Your idiot brother hasn't learned how to ride a bicycle yet, has he? You can tell him."

"What gift would you like?" Albus asked, mentally running through his savings and household expenses.Gellert stared at his nervous expression and flushed face, couldn't help but kissed his lips hard.

"I want your kisses," he muttered. "You have to listen to me—don't move."

Albus was like a stiff dummy in his arms, "It's daytime…"

"You promised me, I just took my gift back." Gellert hugged him tightly, as if determined to last the kiss for 10 minutes.Albus closed his eyes, letting him suck on his tongue.He loves the feeling of kisses and hugs...

The feeling of being deeply loved.

Albus sat in the teachers' dormitory, brewing potions with ease.He would have a fever at the end of the month. Under the influence of hormones, he had a night dream, and he began to dream about the two months in Godric's Hollow. Gellert used magic to manipulate the old Muggle bicycle to deceive him. kisses.Over the past 100 years, he still doesn't understand how he can remember so clearly, the sunshine that day, the smell of green grass, the yellow wild flowers swaying by the roadside... Naturally, there is also the warmth of that person's embrace, the dishonest hand rubbing behind his back, the tip of his tongue touching... Touch the palate...

This memory is very good, it should be the psychological compensation after the quarrel.He is like a bystander, calmly analyzing in his sleep.Then the memory gradually faded, he was sitting behind the table, in front of him was the Gellert Grindelwald who failed in the duel, his blond hair had almost turned to silvery white, messily hanging on the side of his face, his eyes were staring at him coldly .

"Saint," Gellert began, his voice low, "ask."

"Gellert," said Albus cautiously, still wearing his shirt and waistcoat, and with short hair, "I want to ask you—" He fell silent, his fingers trembling on his knees, "Gellert, you Before... when you were in Godric's Hollow, you... did you love me?"

The black wizard sneered harshly, "Love you?" He showed a playful expression, like a cat catching a mouse, "Tell me, saint, why do you have this illusion?"

"Because you hugged me, you told me you liked me." Albus mustered up the courage to retort, "You kissed my face, read me poems..."

"You pathetic fool, a few sweet words conquered your fragile heart, made you addicted and couldn't help yourself, and took the initiative to take off your clothes." Gellert raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "You still have a little brain-I I'm using you, can't you feel it? We have studied "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" together so many times, have you never read "The Hairy Heart of the Wizard"?"

"I don't have a heart." Gellert cut open the flesh of his chest with his nails - bones, muscles, blood vessels, a huge hole - "I don't even have a heart, how could I fall in love with you?"

"I know you don't love me, every word you say is false, I remember the impatience hidden behind your eyes." Albus saw himself with tears in his eyes from embarrassment, his voice trembling, "But... Gellert, you never liked me at all?" the young man begged, "Not even a tablespoon of love?"

Gellert categorically smashed the last hope, "No, I don't love you, never have."

I was more courageous in my dream than in reality, dared to ask questions, and looked like a Gryffindor.Albus added the last potion to the cauldron, and the pale pink soup immediately became colorless and transparent, emitting bursts of bitter smell.Yesterday's robe was still rolled up with the sheets, and he hugged it when he slept, and Gellert's pheromones effectively relieved his mild fever symptoms.

Indifferent, strong, like the cold wind on the top of a snowy mountain - Albus lowered his head and twirled his two thumbs.He should calm down, apologize to Gellert, and be careful with his words in the future, and don't force him to take care of the children or visit Muggle markets, parks, and museums.Those were all the things he wanted to do, where he wanted to be.Aberforth was right, his affections had failed, and Gellert had no interest in these things and would only grow more and more irritable.

In addition, he moved his magic wand to turn the fire under the cauldron from large to small. He had to admit that his reformation education still concealed his little thoughts—he liked to get along with Gellert, and the pheromones made him Feeling a great sense of security makes him calm and happy.He is using Gellert to satisfy his biological needs as an omega.Although the blond youth also used potions and preparations to cover and hide the pheromones, he could feel them clearly.

Now, the source of his sense of security was gone, and all he had left was the robe and a few packs of mints.The potion had been boiled, and Albus transferred the liquid into a goblet.What if he had promised Gellert years ago?He may have given birth to two or three children, cooks, cleans, and looks forward to his husband coming home from get off work with bright eyes every day, obeying him, just like other omegas.The scene made him shudder.Without pheromones, he would lose his mind. If pheromones were added...he couldn't imagine.

The first problem is to find Gellert first.Albus drank the cooled potion in one gulp, then got up and rummaged at the desk.Just then an owl tapped on the glass with a strip of parchment tied to its foot.

Newt Scamander asked when Albus was free and there were a few things he wanted to talk to him about.