Grindeldore Oneshots

Gellert Plz

This will also be posted on my Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/Bellatrix394/journal/5758064/Gellert-Plz-Grindeldore-FanFiction

~London, England - 2019~

"Albus, explain to me again why we're here and why we're wearing muggle clothes," Grindelwald demanded. He crossed his arms as he sat in the waiting room of a casual muggle restaurant.
"I thought it would be fun to go out somewhere without magic," Albus explained simply.
"Okay, but why the hell would that be fun?"
Albus just sighed in response, leaning against Grindelwald, who promptly wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
A waitress behind the counter called out the name the two wizards had put in - "Albus, party of two?"
Albus stood up, pulling Grindelwald up with him and walked towards the waitress. She gave a small smile to the two, picking up two menus.
"This way please," she said, leading them to a booth near the back. Albus sat on my side of the table; Gellert joined him on the same side.
"Gellert, you're suppose to go on the other side of the-"
"I know. Shut up," Grindelwald said, cutting him off.
The waitress waited for them to stop talking before asking, "What can I get you two to drink?"
"Just water, please," Albus said, leaning against Grindelwald slightly.
"Whatever will get me the drunkest, the fastest. I don't want to remember this night by the end of it," Grindelwald said as he pulling Albus close to himself.
The waitress let out a small giggle before nodding and going back to the kitchen to get the drinks.
"You drunk?" Albus questioned. "I've never even seen you drink."
"I've gotten drunk once. I don't remember most of it. According to the people who were there, it was hectic," Grindelwald explained flatly.
"Oh joy," Albus deadpanned with an eye roll. "Alright then. What do you want to eat?"
Grindelwald shrugged.
"Well, look at the menu."
Grindelwald threw the menu across the room.
"Gellert, please-"
Just then, the waitress came back with the drinks. She set the water in front of Albus and two shots of tequila in front of Grindelwald.
"This should have you drunk within the hour," she said, "Now, what can I get you to eat?"
"What do you want?" Albus asked Grindelwald.
"The souls of the innocent," he muttered.
Albus turned to the waitress and said, "He'll have a burger."
"No!" Grindelwald hissed.
"Two burgers," Albus corrected, "I'll just have the salad. Thanks."
The waitress nodded and went back to the kitchen again. Before Albus could even blink, Gellert had downed both shots.
"Jesus Christ..." Albus muttered.
"I want no memory of being in the muggle world," Grindelwald responded, crossing his arms.
By the time the waitress brought their food, she had already given Gellert three more shots. In other words, he was wasted and Albus was panicking.
Grindelwald glared at the window.
"Gellert...? What's wrong...?" Albus asked nervously.
"The moon is pissing me the fuck off," he nearly growled in response, "I'm gonna fucking kill it!" He shot up from his seat as he spoke.
"Oh no..." Albus said softly as Grindelwald ran outside. The sober of the two set a fair amount of money on the table to cover the food, drinks, and tips before running after his boyfriend.
Grindelwald was outside of the restaurant, firing the killing curse into the air multiple times. Albus took his wand out, quickly disarming Grindelwald, picking up his wand, and pocketing it.
"Hey!" Grindelwald yelled, "I was fucking up the moon's shit!"
"Gellert, the moon is necessary for the survival of all life, and it's not living," Albus explained calmly, taking his boyfriend's hand.
"Fuck that!" Gellert responded immediately, squeezing Albus' hand tightly. "Let's rob a fucking gas station."
"Gellert, no-"
"Bitch, if I don't get maltesers in like three minutes, someone's dying!"
Albus facepalmed as he answered him, "I'll buy you some maltesers."
"No! I want stolen maltesers!"
As they approached a gas station, Albus forced Grindelwald to sit on a bench outside of the small store.
"I'll be right back. Stay here," he said before walking into the gas station. Albus quickly bought a box of maltesers and left, only to find Grindelwald in the process of hot wiring a car.
"Gellert!" he screamed, running over and pulling him away from the car he was trying to steal. "I got your maltesers. Now, let's go home."
"Fuck that! We haven't broken the law once tonight!" Grindelwald said, a slight whine in his voice as he spoke.
"Yeah. Exactly," Albus said, dragging Grindelwald behind him as if he were a reluctant toddler.
"Baaaaaabbbbeeee!" the drunk wizard whined, "Can we ay least finish stealing that car?"
"No!" Albus said, loosening his grip, thinking they were far enough from the gas station to do so. They weren't.
In what seemed like seconds, Gellert had escaped Albus' grip, ran back to the car, finished hot wiring it, and successfully stole it.
"Get in, bitch!" Grindelwald said, opening the passenger side for Albus.
Albus sighed, ultimately deciding to get in. Except, he forced Gellert out of the drivers and made him get into the passengers seat.
He began driving, deciding that it wasn't that nice of a car anyways and the owner hopefully wouldn't miss it. Not even five minutes on the road, Gellert reached over and started jerking the steering wheel from Albus' hands.
"Gellert!" Albus screamed as they spun around in circles. Grindelwald was screaming in excitement as Albus screamed in fear. After uncontrollable spinning and swearing, the car crashed into a tree.
As Albus heard the sound of police sirens wailing, he grabbing Gellert's arm and apperated them to their house.
"You're so lucky neither of us were hurt. Now go to sleep," Albus said, immediately dragging Gellert to bed. He didn't complain until Albus started to leave the room.
"What?" Albus questioned at the whining.
"You're making me sleep by myself! That's cruel, Dumbledore!" he whined.
Albus couldn't help but smile a bit. The other would never admit that he wanted to sleep in the same bed as Albus while sober. He walked over to the bed and got in, allowing Gellert to wrap his arms around him. The two were asleep within minutes.

~~~

"Fuck! My fucking head! Albus, what the fuck? Fuck this!" Gellert screamed as soon as he woke up.
Albus was already standing next to the bed with medication and a bottle of water, handing Gellert the items.
Grindelwald immediately took the medication, casually wanting to die at this particular moment. "The fuck happened last night?" Gellert questioned.
Albus just turned the TV on in response. A news channel talking about a stolen, crashed car was on.
"Yeah? So?" Gellert asked, not understanding.
The news anchor answered Gellert's question before Albus could - "The suspects are two men. Both appear to be in their 40s. One has platinum blonde hair and the other is a ginger. A women at a nearby restaurant who claimed to had seen them earlier says that one of them got incredibly drunk before committing the crime."
"Fuck," Gellert said as soon as he understood.
"Fuck is right, Gellert," Albus responded.
Grindelwald sighed as he heard Albus swear; chocolate and flowers weren't going to fix this. It would be a long day for Grindelwald.