Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Gellert Grindelwald (Fluff)

Requested by _Binsan_

*These are more like flashbacks when the reader and Grindelwald are spending time together. This is part 2 of Grindelwald Angst!

Gellert didn't know how to feel sometimes, and knew even less about how to love.

      But like, that was a word he could get around.

      Gellert liked you.

       He leaned against the door of your place, arms crossed, one ankle over the other, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand.

        You were dressed in a plain shirt and sweatpants, your hair held in place by a claw clip. No makeup, slight dark circles under your eyes from working late, but he thought you looked amazing.

         "Happy     Valentine's   Day, Y/N."

         "Gellert! Thank you, you didn't have to, but thank you."

         He pulled you in for a hug, kissing your cheek sweetly. "They're fake, by the way. You can't take care of a plant if your life depended on it."

         You swatted his shoulder, but you were giggling.

         It was true.

         You sucked at taking care of plants.

         If you didn't leave it in the dark, then you would forget to water it. Either way, they'd always die in about two, three weeks.

         You both went to the kitchen, where you had made pancakes and toast. There was a silver bracelet with one brown stone and one grey stone, like his eyes. He picked it up, slipping it on. "Thank you, Y/N."

         "You're welcome, it reminded me of you."

         You reached up and kissed him, his lips warm on yours. He responded back, cupping your face. 

          He pulled away, still holding your face. You looked away from his gaze, so focused and serious, but there was a softness in his eyes. The promise that he was yours, he'd devote himself to you, he'd give you anything.

         He smelled like a fresh, cooling scent; like the smell you might smell after leaving the shower. Whereas your lotion and body spray were more on the musky side, the contrast was always pleasant. 

          "You're too sweet." He murmured, his voice like gravel. "Thank you, Gellert. Happy Valentine's Day." You responded, before taking the plates to the table. 

          There was a comfortable silence as you both ate, except for the wizard praising your cooking. Gellert wasn't much of a chef, since he preferred to use his magic, but sometimes it would go wrong. Like the time you were making an omelet and he used his magic to make the flames higher, and therefore cook faster. 

         The omelet did not cook faster.

         The omelet ended up burning, long story short, but you never let him cook in your kitchen after that.

         He caught you staring at him, but he simply smiled and went back to eating. You glanced down, finishing up your pancakes. "Since I'm a wanted criminal, what do you say to spending our time here?" he asked.

        "Sounds great, actually. I wasn't planning on leaving the house looking like this anyway." You joked.  "I like how you look." Gellert complemented, wiggling his eyebrows. His eyes were practically burning your skin as he watched you with amusement. "You're blushing."

        "I don't know if you noticed, but my skin's too dark for me to blush."

       "You're still blushing. It's adorable."

         You stood up, grabbing your plate and taking it to the sink. He could be so flirtatious one second, but soft the next. You were surprised you hadn't gotten whiplash yet. 

         "Anyway, what do you want to do?" You inquired.

         He finished his food before standing, the plate and fork in his hand. "It's kind of typical, but how about we just cuddle?" His eyes were averted, and you felt giddy that he was the one acting shy now. 

        God forbid his reputation as the cold silent man be ruined, you thought, smiling.

         You were oddly touched that, even with the time you two had known each other, which was about two months,  he had already picked up on your interests and such. He had saved you from the Zouwou that was unleashed in Paris, and from there, you two had started talking. 

         Late nights spent with him telling you of his ideals, you telling him that you wanted to be a personal trainer, and you were currently working as a fitness instructor. Other times, when he'd take you somewhere private, and touch, kiss, and whisper things in your ears only you and him could hear. When he'd show you his passion, his lust, in one of the few ways he knew how. 

           "Let's do that, yeah." You shrugged. "And you say I'm too sweet."

           He chuckled as he washed the dishes while you cleaned the table. It was so domestic, how the two of you were just doing household tasks together. 

           Gellert finished before you did, sitting on the couch. You went over afterwards and leaned your head on his shoulder, his arm coming around you, holding you. For someone who looked cold, like you could never have him, Gellert was great at cuddling. "Who knew the great Gellert Grindelwald would be such a softy?" You mocked. 

            He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Only for you. It's all for you."