Worth Fighting For

Written for the Character Of The Month event
Prompt: Gellert Grindelwald

A/N: This is just me, loving Gellert Grindelwald, shameless in my affection.

Vinda Rosier, without a doubt one of Grindelwald's most loyal subjects. But her choice of words, stating that she was "deeply committed" to her beloved master angered her associate. And whenever Rosier could be seen fawning over her master, Dragon was not far behind, snarling and shoving her out of the way.

"Deeply committed!" Dragon spat, her tail swishing behind her. "And you think I'm not?" She then lowered her head and clamped down on the morning paper, trotting in through the doggy door and heading upstairs.

Rosier materialized at her side, Apparating halfway up the steps with a tea tray in her hands, the silver finery laden with all manner of herbal concoctions and chocolate treats.

"Grindelwald wants someone he can rely on," said Rosier, a vile sneer twisting her lips. "Not some stupid animal."

Blackened wisps of smoke wafted from Dragon's nostrils, the edges of the newspaper smoldering in her jaws.

"Careful now," Rosier cooed. "You mustn't ruin Grindelwald's paper with your little outburst, lest he decide to chain you in the yard where you belong."

Her words were followed by a sudden crash, dishes and burning scraps of paper flying in every direction as the dranine knocked her to the ground.

Gellert Grindelwald looked up at the sound of their fighting, a red flash illuminating the gap under his bedroom door. He sighed, shaking his head. This was the fourth time they'd started fighting over him, their vicious uproar carrying down the hall and waking Credence from his nap.

Dragon howled, her wings spread wide as she rolled Rosier onto her back, standing over her and snarling. She was seconds away from ripping her face off when the door swung open, her master standing in the doorway.

Both Dragon and Rosier froze, looking up at Grindelwald's prominent frown.

Silence stretched between them. The seer took a step forward, his hands behind his back as he approached the women on the floor. Softly, almost seductively, he leaned forward and whispered, "You do know I'm gay, right?"

Dragon and Rosier exchanged a look. Grindelwald smirked.

"Now, I expect you ladies to behave. And once you've finished cleaning up, there is laundry that needs to be washed."

There was a pause, the span of a single heartbeat, before Dragon shot up off the floor yelling, "I call dibs on his pants!"

Rosier made to grab for Dragon's tail, missing and crying out in frustration, the dranine disappearing into Grindelwald's bedroom.

The seer groaned, rolling his mismatched eyes towards the ceiling. It was always the same with these two. But at least he knew they would always be loyal to him. For the greater good, of course. And for the opportunity to roll in Grindelwald's undergarments before eventually, six hours later, putting them in the wash.