Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Gellert Grindelwald (Fluff)

Requested by @Buckys-fricking-doll!

Gellert's mustache tickled the back of your neck as he breathed deeply against you, his rough, scarred hands grasping yours.

     You were the little spoon, him behind you, your legs entangled together.

      "I love you, Y/N. I don't say it enough, but I love you." He murmured against your skin.

      You turned onto your back, gazing up at his bi-colored eyes.

      He leaned over you, stroking your hair. Despite his agenda, his plan to wipe out all Muggles, he was gentle with you.

      He touched you like he cherished you, like you were his and always had been.

      He interlaced your fingers with his. "Gellert," you whimpered.

      "Yes?" His teasing tone was slightly on the higher side, while his voice still sounded like gravel.

       "Stay here with me. Please. Just cancel that meeting with the other wizards this one time."

        He had a meeting with other wizards, and his fellow followers, Queenie Goldstein included. It was to be held tomorrow afternoon.

        "Y/N, you know I have work, and don't you work tomorrow too?"

        "I'm off tomorrow."

         It sometimes broke your heart that he wasn't able to spend time with you because of what he did. But he had made some improvements, like reserving Thursday specifically for date night, and Sunday for other spontaneous activities.

         His eyes closed, as if he were mustering all his willpower between you, the person he loved, or his job, his mission.

         Just this one time couldn't hurt, if it meant that he got to spend more time with you?

         You kissed the corner of his mouth, and then edged closer, to his lips. "Alright, Y/N. I'll do that. But you're buying on Thursday, is that fair?"

          He spoke, kissing you briefly before pulling back. You nodded, cupping his face.

          "That's great, Gellert. That's all I want right now."

          You pulled him down against you, kissing him so fiercely that tears pricked your eyes. His hands skimmed your sides before he held you against him.

        Physical touch was one of the few ways the wizard knew how to show his love for you, and you adored it.

         You would absolutely die for this man. You loved him so much, it hurt sometimes.

          Gellert, being the tease he was, pulled away first, his lips swollen. He looked good like that, his hair messy, and a slight flush on his high cheekbones.

          You could practically cut yourself on his cheekbones, dang it.

         "All you want?"

         "Gellert!"