Fantastcbeasts Stories

Poems about Shifting, that I come up with on the spot [TRIGGER WARNING: MILD SWEARING, GRAPHIC IMAGERY, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, WITCHCRAFT, VIOLENCE]

~Pure fire ran through his veins, the same fire that was reflected in his shining, curious eyes, and also in his thoughtful gaze, as if it was always analysing every single situation. The fire that burned his lips when they met his mate's one. And just as ice melting next to the fire, Dumbledore melt every time he was near his lover.~