So, after seeing the movie, and absolutely loving it, I couldn't not write something with these two. I'm in love with this tragic, doomed romance.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Who will love you, when you're all alone?

The happy voices and cheerful music from the wedding at the Kowalski bakery fade away as Albus walks down the snow-covered road. He has talked with Newt, seen the happy couple, and wishes them all the luck and success in the world. And they are going to be happy, as long as they are together.

He doesn't want to impose on their happiness, this moment of celebration. Despite how happy he is for them, he's not really in a partying mood tonight. Which is why he's now wandering aimlessly along the quiet, snow-covered road. Alone with his confusing and conflicting feelings.

There are several places he could be, maybe even should be right now. He could have accepted Newt's invitation to join them at the wedding. He could be at Hogwarts, with his colleagues for company. He could be with Aberforth and Aurelius, being the good brother and uncle he should have been years ago. But, for some reason, tonight he just needs some time to himself.

He walks away from the busiest parts of the city, wandering near the water's edge, watching the snowflakes drifting down slowly in the light of the streetlamps, hearing the fresh snow crunch beneath his shoes.

It doesn't take him long to notice he's no longer alone. There's another person there, watching him from beneath the shade of a nearby tree, just outside his field of vision.

He's sure he already knows who's there, but turning toward the tree and seeing the person standing there still doesn't fail to make his heart stop for a moment, before it resumes beating at twice the normal pace.

Grindelwald. Grindelwald is standing only a short bit away from him, taking a few steps forward to let the light fall upon his features. They're alone in the sudden silence.

Albus's hand instantly, instinctively, goes to his wand, and he's about to draw it, when he notices the other man has no wand in his hands, and is making no movement to grab it. The look in his eyes makes him vividly recall their last encounter.

Their wands pointing at each other, their eyes meeting, Gellert's heartbeat underneath his palm. In that moment, knowing that even with the blood pact broken, he still can't bring himself to fight Gellert. To hurt him.

His hand drops from his wand, almost in defeat, as he meets Grindelwald's searching gaze. The man gives him a half-amused, half-satisfied smile, as if knowing exactly what's going on in his mind, and closes the distance between them, knowing Albus won't be raising as much as a finger against him. He probably knew that before he even arrived. Maybe he'd Seen it. Or maybe he just knows Albus that well.

"Why are you here?" Albus asks, before Grindelwald has a chance to say anything. He can't imagine the German has come all the way here just to go on an evening stroll.

"To see you," comes the answer in that low, smooth voice, and Albus feels almost lost. Even though it hasn't been long since they saw each other, duelled each other in Bhutan, it feels like it's been years, and he's once again mesmerized by that voice, those unique eyes, the handsome face, and that charming smile. He feels like a teenager again.

He shakes his head, partially to break their eye contact, partially to attempt to clear his head. This is not the time for that, he reminds himself.

"All the way here, from Germany? That's quite a trip, isn't it?" Albus questions with a raised eyebrow. There's no way Gel- Grindelwald – came all the way to America just to see him. He must have some other motive. He just can't figure out what it is...

He can't be after Aurelius, not here in America, the boy is home with his father. Revenge, maybe? Against who? Albus, probably. Or he could be on his way to attack Newt and the others, catching them off guard at the happy occasion where they would never expect something bad to happen? But if that was his goal, why show up here?

The thoughts rush through his head as he looks wearily at Grindelwald, hoping for some hint, some idea of what he's really up to. He can't actually be here just for Albus, right? He just can't.

"I can't very well visit you at your school, now can I?" Gel- Grindelwald - says innocently, taking a step toward Albus. Well, he's not wrong, a small part of his mind unhelpfully whispers.

"So this was indeed the best place to come to be able to see you without anyone trying to get in our way. And here you are, all by yourself, as if you were just looking for the chance to be alone." Another step. "Or rather, all alone with me." He keeps advancing, clearly noting and enjoying Albus's complete lack of attempt to do anything to stop him.

Albus's heart is pounding against his ribs as if it wants to jump right out of his chest, and he's uncertain if he wants Gellert to come closer or move away. They're almost touching now, only a few inches separating them as they gaze at each other, Gellert moving closer still, Albus frozen in place.

His eyes are beautiful, that unhelpful part of his mind points out, rather unnecessarily.

"I missed seeing that look on your face," Geller- Grindelwald - whispers, and before Albus has had time to wonder exactly what expression he's wearing, Gell- Grindel- Gellert- leans in further, closing the remaining small distance between them.

"Gellert..." He probably should be protesting to this more than he is, as the man leans in and brushes his lips against Albus's skin, just above his left eye. Softly, as if testing to see how Albus will react. Gellert lets out a quiet Hmmm, but doesn't move away, staying where he is. Too close. Too warm. Too tempting. Impossible to push away. His insides are squirming, from some unidentifiable emotion. Hope? Revulsion? Pleasure? Anger? Love?

"Gellert..." a second kiss is pressed to his cheek, Gellert's nose brushing his hairline. He can feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks.

"Gellert..." Unable to meet those mismatched eyes any longer, he closes his eyes as the next kiss lands at the corner of his mouth.

"Albus..." comes the smooth voice as their lips just barely brush together.

This is Grindelwald! his mind screams at him. He's a criminal! He's killed people! He's trying to take over the world! He knows he should be trying to stop Gellert. Fight him, defeat him or die trying, lock him away so he can never hurt anyone ever again. He wants to hold on to him and never let go.

"Please..." Albus's voice cracks as the word passes from his lips in a whisper, almost a whimper. It feels sinful, it is sinful, what he's doing, what he's asking, what he's pleading for.

And when Gellert finally presses their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss, he doesn't protest, his fingers grasp hold of the fabric of the man's suit, still not pushing him away or pulling him closer, but clinging to him as if his life depends on it.

He doesn't protest as Gellert slides an arm around his waist, pulling them closer, pressing their bodies together. Doesn't fight back as the man slides one hand into his hair and tilts his head for a better angle. All but melts into Gellert's arms as he deepens the kiss, letting his arms wrap around the man's shoulders, grasping onto his coat as he finally returns the kiss. A whine rises from the back of his throat, and Gellert makes a soft noise in response, clearly and obviously pleased. His heart is still hammering in his chest, so fast and loud he's certain Gellert can hear it as well.

It feels wrong, and it feels amazing. He feels relieved, yet also guilty. He feels like a traitor, but far too comfortable with it. He feels ashamed, but also blissful. There's a lot of things he should be doing right now, but ignores all of it. All that matter is Gellert. Him, them, together.

He gasps for breath as they finally break apart, only just, foreheads pressed together, lips barely still touching, breathing the same air, their arms wound tightly around each other, one of Gellert's hands softly stroking the hair at the nape of his neck.

Albus's eyes flutter open at the same time as Gellert's, and his clear blue eyes meet the other man's mismatched ones. Gellert is breathing just as heavily as Albus, his eyes alight with fierce emotions. He wants to kiss Gellert again. He wants to keep kissing him and never stop. He wants.

"No one could ever love you like I do," Gellert murmurs against his lips. "Don't ever forget that."