Johnny Depp: Short Stories

John Dillinger (Fluff)

Y/N held John's hand firmly as he led them both through the small park in town.

It was evening,and they'd decided to walk through the park after seeing a play at a theatre.

The night was cool, and Y/N wore a black off the shoulder dress under a fur coat John had bought her for her birthday.

He wore a simple black suit, but on his middle finger was a heavy gold ring that she had bought for him.

"Let's sit here, doll." He said, stopping in front of a bench, and they both sat.

They'd met when John was at a theatre, in disguise. He'd had to cross her seat to get to his, and from there they'd had a conversation about the play.

Y/N wasn't stupid; she'd seen his face from the papers, and she knew what he was capable of, but she thought he was utterly insane, going about in a theatre where he could be recognized.

He'd assured her he had backup, to which she'd chuckled and quipped, 'And then what? The entire place will blaze up in gunfire?'

From there he fell for her wit, how she said what she wanted, and didn't care what people thought because she didn't care for their opinion.

     Only a select few people, including John.
     
"Thank  you  for  tonight, John." Y/N sighed, tracing patterns across his hand. "But I'll pick the place next time."

      He leaned and kissed her temple.

"Agreed. Anything for you, doll." He replied, his voice like gravel, "But the night is young; we're just getting started, if anything."

She ducked her head at his slight innuendo.

       "Sorry, Y/N." He kissed her hand.

She waved away his words.

Glancing up at him, she was reminded why she was with him, despite everything.

Sure, their relationship wasn't conventional by any means. He was a wanted criminal, notorious for robbing several banks. But she wouldn't have it any other way.

      The promise of freedom, a life not guided by rules.

      At some point he'd proposed the idea of eloping together after one last heist. The recent one at Sioux Falls ended up bearing them a lot less money than they expected to get.

       Just one last heist, he'd sworn, and then they'd run away.

       "Y/N," John started, "You know how I feel about you."

        It was true. He'd said 'I love you' a few months ago after they'd went back to his apartment.

        He'd been quiet, a very simple sentence just spoken. But his eyes couldn't lie as to how he felt.

        "I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, and-with my lifestyle- it's not exactly smooth sailing." He was looking at her desperately, his eyes searching hers.

         Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "I know that, John. I love you anyway."

         His lips quirked at the corners, before he got off the bench and down on one knee.

        Oh.

         "Y/N Y/L/N, I'd be honored to call you my life, my Blackbird, if you'll have me."

         She didn't even realize she was tearing up; he wiped away a stray tear from her left eye with his thumb, smiling too.

        John reached into his jacket pocket, producing a small black box.

         He opened it.

         A gold diamond ring, at least fourteen carats, with a thick band, sat in the center, beckoning her.

        To find a home on her finger.

      John stood up, towering over her, still holding the box.  "Will you marry me, Y/N?"

         He was doing it. Really doing it.

         John wanted her to be his life companion, if you will, despite everything that had come their way.

         Sure, she'd been in the press too, called 'Bank Robber's Lover' and 'The Woman Who Robbed John Dillinger's Heart', but now, with this ring, she would be his-

         She nodded, covering her mouth to stifle a sob of happiness.

         "Yes, John, yes, I'll marry you." She jumped off and hugged him, nearly crushing him.

         He felt firm, solid. Like a tree standing tall against the wind.

         John slipped the ring onto her left ring finger, and she giggled.

         He'd discreetly found her ring size because she wore a ring on the same finger of her right hand. And he couldn't be happier.

         "That's all I want to do, is be with you, John. Whatever the cost."

         He shut his eyes as if the words hurt. "That's not bad at all, Y/N. You can do that."

        They could do whatever they wanted, together. Finally free.

         He opened them, and she could see herself in his pupils.

        You're all I see.

"You're everything I want and need, Y/N. I love you, I'm so happy." John gushed.

         She reached up and kissed him, promising steady days and unexpected nights, promising ups and downs.

         It wouldn't be perfect, but it was what they wanted. And there would be no more running.

         Just peace and safety.
        
         And that was more than enough.