Hitler x Gandalf
The secret woman with a beard.
It was a calm sunny day, Gandalf finished polishing his magic staff and he was ready to confess to his true love.
'It's today!' Gandalf shouted, raising his staff in the air with excitement.
But deep inside, Gandalf was nervous.
He heard Hitler's strong German accent in the distance, Gandalf was surprised.
'I wonder what he's doing here this early' Gandalf thought, while gently stroking his long beard.
He could smell a hint of Bratwurst coming from Hitler's direction as he approached Gandalf's front door.
Hitler knocked on the door with sass eating his delicious crunchy bratwurst, Gandalf could smell onions now.
Gandalf opened the door and adjusted his cloak; Gandalf noticed the food left in Hitler's moustache.
He just couldn't resist staring at him.
They both stared into each other's eyes, they felt a connection between them.
Gandalf moves closer to Hitler's face and eats the leftover food placed in his moustache.
Gandalf dragged him into the house and threw him onto the bed.
'G-gandalf..' He turned on his hands and knees, he was blushing.
'This is going all so quickly' Hitler whimpers, staring back into Gandalf's eyes.
Gandalf chuckled 'don't worry it will be all done soon' he whispered nibbling on Hitler's earlobe. Hitler's breath hitched not knowing what to do however when Gandalf rolled his hips all thought were forgotten and they proceeded.
'Hitler..i must tell you something.' Gandalf took off his pants.
'Gandalf! You're a..you're a woman!' Hitler gasped, filled with shock.
Hitler punched Gandalf.
'This will never work! How could you..' Hitler shouted.
Gandalf was upset, but he knew it was coming.
Hitler buttoned up his shirt and walked out the room, slamming the door.
'I'm so sorry..' Gandalf whispered, but Hitler already left.