#percival graves x y/n

[ivorydragoness44]

Percival Graves x Reader: Found

Summary: Prior to and during the events of FBAWTFT. The Reader returns to their Auror position in the MACUSA. They were on assignment elsewhere in the Wizarding World and had missed Percival Graves being taken hostage by Gellert Grindelwald.

Word Count: 4,459

Warnings: Angst, wizarding world drama and spells, and Percival Graves being captured and injured...I think that’s all of them...

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There was a certain kind of spring in your step as your morning route took you through the chilled air of New York. As soon as the Woolworth building was in sight, you felt a flutter in your stomach. It had been well over three months since you had been at Headquarters, and going back into your usual place of work gave you a sense of excitement. Sure, you would have to likely spend the day, if not longer, making reports on your previous assignment, but you were not worried about that.

As you approached the entry door, you had to hold yourself back from running through it. Not that it would have helped. It was revolving at its own pace.

While leaving New York was exiting to help another division, you were glad to be back. Especially so to finally resume contact with your boyfriend, Percival Graves.

Back in routine, your legs walked you into the building and guided you up the stairs while your eyes drank in the familiar shine of the floor and enormous Magical Exposure Threat Level dial suspended above in the main lobby.

Nothing seemed to have changed during your absence. With the exception of the threat level, however. You were sure that Percival was going to catch you up on all of the happenings as well as he could.

You paired rather well together, in your opinion. If you did not, the two of you would not have been dating for the past few months prior to your departure. Most discreetly, of course. It was such a quiet relationship that you were positive that no one knew. Well, with the exclusion of maybe one other member of MACUSA.

As you made your way to your office, the flutter in your stomach ignited again with anticipation and hope of your reunion with Percival. What you did not expect, however, was to round a corner a little too fast and tightly that you accidentally ran into another well-suited figure.

The initial impact had you stumble for a brief moment. Collecting yourself quickly of course, you regained your balance with your footing and a hand to the wall.

A laugh escaped your lips as your eyes met the other wizard’s. “I’m so sorry.”

“Think nothing of it. It appears you’re very eager to get back to work,” Percival Graves smiled in amusement. “Welcome back.” With a nod, he excused himself as he stepped around you and went on his way.

Staring after him for a moment, you blinked. It was not quite the reunion that you had in mind.

It was a short walk to reach your office from that point. Walking through the threshold and closing the door, you were met with such a familiar space that it gave you a sense of security. However, the thought crept up again, and this time you held onto it. As happy as you were to have interacted, even briefly, with Percival, you were disheartened with the lack of intimacy to it. Even a whispered ‘I missed you,’ would have done wonders to your heart. It was not as if either of you had never whispered a few short words like that before.

As dismayed as you were, you thought you may have over-read the interaction. Then again, perhaps it was through distance and time that had taken its toll on what was a blooming relationship. It was still your first day back after all, and you did not want to bring up the matter with him just yet. It was Percival you were thinking about. Your Percival. He would discuss it whenever he was ready.

A week later and you found yourself heading down to the Major Investigation Department. It was nothing unusual. It was a part of your job as an Auror on the Investigative Team.

You were early as you would typically be. Your punctuality never went unnoticed by the Madame President and the Director of Magical Security. However, having the head of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a now silent-in-the-romance-department-boyfriend made you feel more uncomfortable as the days passed. That is not to say that you were thinking about him at all times of the day. No, you were a professional and career oriented Auror and you were not about to have a little repairable bump in your personal life interfere with your job.

As you stepped into the room and around a storage compartment, you found Percival Graves leant over a table. His dark slicked back hair was one of his features that you were able to identify without a second’s hesitation.

Circling around him, you saw as he laid out the day’s newspaper; The New York Ghost. You were about to get a look at the stack of files when he acknowledged your presence.

“Afternoon,” he smiled gently.

“Afternoon,” you nodded with a small smile of your own. If he was not going to use your name, then neither were you.

“Your punctuality is impeccable.”

“So I’ve been told—sir.”

He smirked slightly, but did not comment on it.

“If the magical disturbances continue at this pace, will we be raising the threat level to severe within the month, if not sooner?”

“It appears so. Hopefully we can find what is causing these disturbances and put a stop to it.”

“Or who,” you added.

A smile tugged at his lips as your reply made an impression on him. “You’re very quick. Madame President should be very glad to have you as one of our highest-level Aurors.”

“Thank you, sir,” your voice lower than intended.

It was something that he had said to you before. This time, however, it felt different. As if he were saying it for the first time. Maybe this was his way of reconciliation. To start over. But there was something off. There was a lack of connection when you looked into his eyes. The want was not there. There was no depth of knowing more that you would usually see. You felt so lost.

Graves’s eyebrows knit together momentarily. “You need not be so modest, it’s true. I’ve read your latest reports. The other divisions were lucky to have you assist them.”

“I was only doing what was expected of me.” As you said this, your courage earlier in the day had diminished. It was the first time that you actually felt a nervous hesitation to ask him, even quietly, about what had transpired between the two of you while you were gone. For some odd reason, it now felt as if that would be overstepping some invisible barrier that the pair of you had swept away so many months ago. And as you heard the heels of the President’s shoes approach, you knew that another opportunity had passed you by.

Another day at the office turned into another week, and still Percival had yet to speak with you privately. Interactions between you felt as they did well over a year ago. Then again, even before you had begun to feel anything other than professionalism towards him, there was always this extra care in his eyes. But those eyes, when you looked into them now, that care was no where to be seen.

A total of three months had passed since your return, and things were still…different. You were occupying your office as per usual when a gentle knock came to your door. When you gave them permission to enter, you found yourself almost relieved at who it was.

“Good afternoon,” Queenie Goldstein chimed sweetly as she walked in, a small tray of food in her hands.

“Afternoon,” you smiled, leaning away from the files splayed out over your desk. “I guess time got away from me.”

“It certainly did,” she gave a laugh.

You noticed as her eyes traced over the papers before you pushed them aside, taking the tray from her as she handed it to you.

“You’re usually good at keeping track of time,” she acknowledged. Then she blinked, and her head made a small tilt in thought.

At first, you thought nothing of it as you took a sip of your drink.

“You’re busying yourself with more work to keep your mind off of him.”

You paused. Being away for so long, you had forgotten about blocking your mind. Not that you had anything to worry about with Queenie. She was good. One of your favorite co-workers, though you did not work closely with her.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she said, responding to your quick thought. “Oh, Mister Graves taught you how to block your mind? He was so patient with you.”

You could not help the flood of memories racing through your mind as one thing reminded you of another. At least it was far better than your interactions with him, or lack there of, now.

“You’re afraid to ask him what’s changed. I’m so sorry—Oh, no, sweetie, I don’t think you did anything wrong.”

“Distance,” you shook your head, trying to at least converse consciously out loud with her. “And time, I suppose.”

“But he was such a gentleman with you. He—aw, he used to walk you home from work. Surely he has a good explanation.”

“He better,” you grumbled into a bite of your food.

Queenie put a reassuring hand to your shoulder as you consciously allowed the memory of your last visit with Percival before your assignment to play out it your mind. It was comforting at the time, but now with the present circumstances, it hurt.

“Perhaps, you both can start anew. Start over. I remember catching those looks you gave each other. Hearing your thoughts as he held your hand in the elevator,” she smiled, coaxing your own lips to curve up.

Maybe with time and courage, you could find the right moment to speak with Percival. Especially since it seemed as though he was not going to utter a single word to you first about it.

Time continued to pass. An unseen threat to the wizarding community was literally wrecking havoc through New York. As the Magical Exposure Threat Level rose, so did tensions and anxiety of the inevitable and unforeseen future.

Nearly six months later, and you were down in the subway tunnel with the other top Aurors accompanying President Picquery when you all came upon the scene. Now you had seen some interesting scenes in your line of work, but never one that made you feel so uneasy and confused.

It had been quite an interesting past few days at MACUSA.

There was the British wizard, Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein, fellow co-worker of MACUSA yet ex-Auror, who appeared to be talking gently with the large smokey black mass suspended near the ceiling. The Obscurial.

“Shhh! Don’t, you’ll frighten him.” Tina instructed of your group whose wands were raised.

The Obscurus made the most awful sounds, as if moaning when it began to grow in size. The intensity was greater than you could have imagined. The creature, or being, for which you were not certain, began to affect the tunnel around it; collapsing it steadily.

You were always one to take orders, but you were not expecting Scamander and Goldstein to stand in front of the Obscurus so protectively. The entire day had been a cluster of panic swirled with confusion.

Why would they want to protect something that had been raging through the city, killing, and by the scene of No-Majs outside, exposed the wizarding community.

It was then that Graves finally faced the Aurors. His wand was raised, and you were even more alarmed. What on Earth had gotten into him?

“Wands down! Anyone harms him—they’ll answer to me—” he called out before looking back at the swirling mass. “Credence!”

Following your orders to protect against a possible war with the No-Majs, you did what was expected of you. What you believed was right. You did as what your companions also sworn to do.

Spells flew out of each Auror’s wand as the group shot upon the Obscurus.

“NO!” Graves cried out between the crackles and numerous sounds of the spells being cast.

The single word hurt you and for a moment you thought the screaming of pain from the Obscurus was coming from your own heart. However dreadful, the spells continued with unrelenting determination.

But just as quickly as the wands of your fellow Aurors fired upon the swirling mass, it changed. The suddenness of its burst forcing all present to push back from the unseen wave of power. Then, there were only a few fluttering traces left. It truly appeared to have been destroyed.

Regaining your footing, you eyed the other Aurors around you. With a few nods here and there, your attention went back onto the platform, seeing movement.

It was Graves. He looked as though he was inspecting the leftover fragments from the Obscurus. And when you looked at him, you no longer saw your Percival. This was Mister Graves. A far different Graves than you had remembered. And it was when the closest of the Aurors advanced toward him, that so did you.

“You fools,” Graves began, his face twisted with anger. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

It was the President who walked out from amidst the ranks to question him as the rest of you looked on.

“The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves.”

“Yes. And history will surely note that, Madam President.” Such a dark tone that laced his words. Still up on the platform, he stalked closer. “What was done here tonight was not right!”

“He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj.” She reasoned. “He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws—“

What struck at your heart with such a pain was the words that came from Percival’s mouth so scornfully. That, and the bitter laughter that rang out of his mouth.

“A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter! A law that demands that we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President—” His dark eyes glimmered with something that you dare not read as he looked over the individuals within the tunnel. “—I ask all of you—who does this law protect? Us? Or them?” He asked, indicating to the No-Majs outside.

Your grip tightened on your wand, your chest nearly heaving with your intake of controlled breaths. What has he become?

“I refuse to bow down any longer,” Graves smiled resentfully at the President. With his angered confidence, he turned away, leaving the scene.

“Aurors,” Madam Picquery declared of the group beside her, “I’d like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand and escort him back to—”

An Auror was all too ready. With a quick spell they blocked Graves path with a wall of white light. The very same barrier that was keeping all No-Majs out of the subway station.

After a moment’s thought, Graves pivoted and strode back. Arm raised, he aimed spells at both your group and the other set of Aurors. And yet no matter how many of you there were, or how many spells you yourself cast, he parried them all.

It was unbelievable, and yet it was happening right in front of your eyes. Who was once your kind Percival was now raining down upon MACUSA’s top Aurors. Quite a number flew off of the tracks and against the Art Deco walls.

Then, within a breath’s time, a colorful creature swooped over Graves. In doing so, yourself and the other Aurors were shielded from Graves’s battering spells. It was peculiar and in a way, beautiful. However, your thoughts on the creature were swept away as a spell from Scamander wrapped around Graves. The white strand coiled tighter around him as he tried to fight it off, struggling until his knees hit the floor; his wand falling from his grasp.

“Accio,” Tina Goldstein called upon Graves’s wand and into her hand.

The man you had once knew now held such a darkness in his eyes. The hatred etched on his face made him look like a completely different person to you. It made you wonder if this was the man truly behind the one that you had once shared time with. Or, did something happen during your absence.

Both Scamander and Goldstein approached him slowly, as one might with such a dangerous being.

“Revelio.” Uttered Mister Scamander as he stepped around Graves carefully.

A spell to reveal. One that would be used to reveal the true appearance of something or someone who would transfigure—

Your jaw dropped.

His physical appearance did in fact begin to change. The once dark hair on his head became white and all that you once knew fell apart.

There was a stunned silence as you all stared at Gellert Grindelwald.

He was Graves? You thought. He…that explains the difference in our interactions.

Your astonishment morphed back to one of anger and worry. Grindelwald. Graves. Where’s my Percival, you foul wizard?

President Picquery approached him.

“Do you think you can hold me?” Grindelwald peered at her scornfully.

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald.”

You could not properly see his expression from where you stood, but appeared as if he was smiling. Even as two Aurors forced him upright and toward the entrance, ready to imprison him in the depths of MACUSA.

A rage like you’ve never felt consumed your senses as you glared at the wizard when other Aurors took him away. Thankfully, it embed when he was out of your sight.

Soon after, the other Goldstein, Queenie and a No-Maj that you had heard about, worked their way past the group of Aurors to get to her sister and Mister Scamander.

You could not watch the exchange as you and other Aurors were overlooking the scene of destruction.

With all that had happened this night, all that the No-Majs had seen, how could the secrecy of the magical world possibly remain hidden? Or be restored, for that matter.

Madam Picquery then took to the group of four. “We owe you an apology, Mr. Scamander. But the magical community is exposed! We cannot Obliviate an entire city.”

That much was true. And you were not willing to let in another disturbing amount of stress into your system on that note.

“Actually,” Mister Scamander replied after a few moments, “I think we can.”

The next thing you knew, Mister Scamander was opening his case of magical creatures just under the broken opening of the subway roof. He had a plan to use the venom of a Swooping Evil to Obliviate the No-Majs around the city. You supposed it was one of those occurrences that you had to see to believe.

A large feathery creature, one that looked like a four-winged golden eagle, flew out of the case. It was impossibly large for that case, but that was magic. It was magnificent, and yet completely abrupt; yourself and the rest of the Aurors backing away. It was not every day that you got the chance to see such a magical creature.

The creature flapped its wings to remain in front of Mister Scamander. The words uttered from his mouth were that for the magical bird, and unreachable to your ears.

You were not alone in your awe. The two exchanged a sort of nuzzle of affection, a clear sign of trust and an established friendship. It was sweet. It also made you wonder of what other magical creatures were in that case of his.

Mister Scamander then threw the vial of what you supposed was Swooping Evil venom up above the bird who caught it in its beak easily, crying out. Within the same moment, it flew up out of the subway tunnel.

It was dawn as the thunderbird flew up to the sky and created a storm. Yourself and the rest of the Aurors were tasked with repairing the city from the destruction caused by the Obscurus.

You marveled at the genius of giving the magical creature the vial to Obliviate the No-Majs of the past magical occurrences; to which all were terrifying to them.

So as you passed by the No-Majs and onto empty streets, you felt a sense of freedom in using your magic to fix the torn cityscape. It hardly took long at all using Repairing Charms, at least with the added benefit of the number of Aurors present.

You stood on the roof of one building, overlooking the city. The rain continued to fall and trail down your coat. It was like a moment of clarity that you had not felt for quite some time.

Taking a breath, you turned to an Auror as they walked up beside you.

“Maybe there are some good things that can come from these beasts,” they said.

“Yes, but for now I have something else that I must do,” you said conclusively.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to Mister Graves’ home. Hopefully, he is there.”

“All right,” they nodded. “I’ll take a team with me to meet you there. Let me check over this area first.”

“See you then.” You nodded and Disapparated in the next moment.

The next thing you saw was the front of Graves’s apartment building. The sheer sight of the familiar structure nearly overwhelmed you, but you kept your calm. You hurried up the stairs, your wand still in hand as you quickly and accurately checked for unseen traps as you entered the building and quietly went into Graves’s home.

It was dark, and you dared not touch a single item. With a flick of your wrist, you drew open the curtains to better light your way, though the clouds in the sky dampened the light. Thankfully, to the best of your ability, you did not find a single trap.

Then you stood motionless, observing the living space. It had been a long while since you were last there. With your magic and your own eyes you searched for anything out of the ordinary. There were shoe-prints and traces of the past hours of Grindelwald that you dispersed away, not wanting to see that horrid wizard.

“Percival,” you breathed out, your voice coming out a lot quieter than you initially thought.

You did not know if he would even be there, much less alive.

Walking deeper into the apartment, you called out a little louder, nearly at an average talking voice level.

You were hoping that your senses would not play tricks on you, especially when you swore you heard a faint voice from the other room.

Slowly, you wrapped your hand around the knob of the closed door. You hesitated. Something you only ever done on your first assignment. Gripping the metal much more tightly, you turned the fixture and opened the door.

“Lumos.” The word softly filled the small space.

There, curled up in the far end of the room was the true Percival Graves.

He shielded his eyes from the bright light as you gawked at the sight of him.

“Percival!” You called out to him. Your heart leap and fell all at once.

Your name hardly reached your ears as he dared look beyond his hand.

“I’ll get you out in just a moment!”

Scrambling over to him, you knelt by his side. You were about to use your wand to rid him of his shackles, but his voice stopped you.

“Don’t. He’s spelled them much too greatly,” he warned, trying to prop himself up on the cold floor. “You must leave here.”

Frowning, it was obvious from what you had witnessed of Grindelwald earlier that he would not let such a simple spell undo his wickedness. But perhaps, just maybe, a No-Maj trick might.

“I will be right back, I promise,” you whispered, running back out of the room.

You tore through his house toward the closet in his bedroom. There, you threw open the doors and filed through his clothes on the rack until you came upon an empty hanger. As you grabbed it, you held an eye roll. You could have just as easily took a shirt off of a hanger.

With your wand, you broke off a few pieces bits of the wire hanger and ran back to Percival.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you poked the wires into the keyhole of his bindings.

“Getting you out of this,” you said, scowling at the metal with all of your focus.

A low and sharp click sounded and Percival sighed as the shackles fell off of his wrists.

Finally out of his entrapment, he gently rubbed his wrists while his eyes darted around the room. His hair was disheveled and what clothes he wore were well-worn from who knows how long of a time. It was even the first time that you had seen him unshaven.

Brushing aside his hair from his forehead, you coaxed him to relax.

“No,” he pushed to get himself off of the floor, his feet squeaking on the wood. “We have to leave. He’ll return. And he’s too powerful for us to take on.”

“Shh, shh. It’s all right. We’ve got him. Grindelwald’s been caught. It was Newt Scamander who found him out. Some Aurors took him back to MACUSA.”

Those dark eyebrows struggled to knit together. “What?”

“The point is, you’re safe now,” you said, letting yourself smile.

Finally, you were reunited with your Percival. As battered as he was, you were all too glad to see him.

“You’re sure?” He asked, tired eyes looking into yours.

“Absolutely.”

He stared at you for a moment and then off elsewhere in thought. Finally, he sighed and allowed himself to slump against the wall behind him.

“Are you injured?”

“Nothing too terrible, as strange as that sounds,” he said, failing to hide a wince as you touched his shoulder.

“And by terrible, I suppose you mean, life-threatening?”

Percival let out a laugh, but his body jerked in an opposing direction before settling back down. “I really did miss you.” His watery eyes held your gaze.

“Hmm, to think all this time that I’ve been back at Headquarters I thought you were upset with me.”

His hand reached up to caress your face. The touch was delicate and sincere. “I would not be upset with you. I was waiting for your return.”

Holding his hand against your cheek, you leant closer. “And you, sir, need to check into a hospital.”

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[abysstrap-ran]

❖ Farewell Gift

(Percival Graves x Reader)

Angst warning coming through~

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And now is the part where we say goodbye. 

The soft crackling of the fireplace filled the air as you struggled to finish up the stack of papers you had. 

Paperwork, what a dreadful task it was. 

Left alone to your own devices for the night and had expected it to remain as such, you were surprised when a sudden crack sounded in the otherwise silent area.

"(Y/n.)" A familiar voice called out.

"I wish there was another way around this and that I don't have enough to do this but trust me..." 

A flurry of robes entered your vision as a familiar face stood before you. Percival. 

He seemed rather worn out, as he always was these few days. Although he'd never tell you the reason behind it.

"It's for your own safety. Please understand that this is for the best." He held his hands up, in an attempt to placate you when he dropped the bomb. 

"We'll have to stop seeing each other, this is goodbye."

You looked up at him from the paperwork you had been burning through with wide eyes, unable to process what he had just told you. Or rather, your brain had refused to cooperate with you when faced with emotional turmoil as it came.

"I'll leave for both our sakes and you'll never breathe or hear a word of me ever again." 

You heard the plea in his voice as it shook ever so slightly, hoping that you'd listen to him and let him go without a fight.

Your eyes snapped upwards to meet his brown ones and you could see the storm of emotions he was fighting to keep under wraps. He was trying...Trying to keep things professional. You could tell that much at least.

Percival Graves was a man who could take things as seriously as they came, dealing with them with professionalism, no matter how hard they were on him as a person. He'd just have to deal with the aftermath later when he was alone with no eyes watching his every move as someone of a higher standing. And judging from his clenched fists and the way he had firmly set his jaw, it seemed that the matter on hand at this current moment was something out of his field.

"They've caught wind of us. No one can run from the MACUSA..." 

He looked tired, almost torn that he was being forced to do this when he clearly didn't want to. 

Wizard-Muggle relationships were prohibited and he was clearly running a great risk by being in one despite his position as the head of MACUSA's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He moved to draw his wand. No use in prolonging the inevitable, after all.

"Percival— Wait! Can't you do anything about this? Bend the rules, anything?"

Dropping the paperwork, you reached out to grasp him but he had already edged backwards, indeed expecting that you'd move to make a grab for him. A sad smile laid upon his lips as he slowly shook his head. 

"You know I can't do that, (y/n)." 

A dry lump formed in your throat as the reality of his words sunk in. 

"Is it...Really over for us now?" Your voice started wavering as you trembled.

You knew that you had to let go of him before the MACUSA sent people to erase your memories now that they knew. Of magic. Of their world. Of him. You stifle a sob at the thought of forgetting, despite knowing that it was something you couldn't do anything against.

Strong arms wrapped around you as you were pulled flush into his warm embrace, a soft blue scarf winding around your shoulders. 

"This will be the last. I'm sorry." 

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent for a final time, committing it to memory. You had a few moments more before you felt the cold tip of a wand touching your temple. A choked sob ripped itself from your lips and he breathed. 

"Shh... It'll all be over in a moment." 

Sounding equally pained, he quietly muttered the spell before apparating away with a muted crack and a faint whisper of his last words.

"I love you (y/n). And here now, is where we part..." "Obliviate."

It took a while before your eyelids fluttered open once more to face the world.

A flash of white light was all you remembered, along with a scarf that fell neatly around your shoulders. 

Blue...you found it to be a nostalgic color for some reason. You didn't really have any preferences when it came to colors...But why...Why did it bring with it such a feeling of emptiness? Something tugged faintly at the back of your mind, nagging at you but a white haze blocked it off before you could react.

You reached up to touch the scarf, it was soft and smooth, almost finery. Must have been expensive...You couldn't possibly have afforded something so exquisite. And it smelled like sandalwood, something that unexpectedly brought tears springing to your eyes, leaving you confused for a moment.

Why? Why were you shedding tears? And why were you feeling as if a part of you had been ripped away?

What was this feeling of loss? This deep, dark empty hole that ached and groaned?

A tear slid down your cheek before you quietly shook your head, dismissing it all as a mere delusion and returning back to your work. Perhaps it was an emotional day at work, you never knew.

...For ignorance was bliss...

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[knightsimp]

Just a Little Bit of Blood

Pairing: Vampire!Percival Graves x Reader

Summery: Percival comes home late at night, injured. He needs a little blood to be able to heal.

Genre: Tooth-rotting Fluff, but spicy tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 1600+

Date Posted: February 22, 2021

Warning: Definitely spicy (no actual smut in this, but it alludes to it and is still pretty suggestive), blood talk

Note: Oh god I have never posted any of my suggestive pieces. We were talking about Colin Farrell in Fright Night (2011) and this happened.  

Requested by: @sugarbloomart​

Percival landed in his apartment, apparating from the MACUSA building. It was late at night, around an hour past midnight. The bustling city was starting to go quiet, though New York never seems to go completely quiet. Percival took off his coat, hanging on the coat hanger near the front door. He pulled off his tie and waistcoat and placed them on the dining table. He did the same thing with his belt.

The blood from the injury on his side had stained his white dress shirt. When he moved, it felt like pins and needles. The man had gotten injured during a mission with a trainee. This trainee had a lot of promise but clearly needed more experience. Unfortunately, Percival paid the price of that inexperience with getting injured.

Percival getting hurt was always a concern. He did not heal like any other human wizard. 

“Percival?” Percival looked towards the bedroom door, where (Y/N) was standing. Clearly, his return had woken her up.

Her hair was tossed from whatever sleeping she had already done. She was only wearing a pair of underwear and one of Percival’s dress shirts. Simply said, she was not put together in the slightest.

But to him, she was quite the sight.

(Y/N)’s bare feet did not make a sound on the dark, hardwood floor as she approached him. 

“You’re late.” She stated, putting two hands on his chest and dragging them to his shoulders. 

“I know, darling.” He gently held her left wrist. He watched as her eyes slowly wandered to his injury. 

“Percival!” She gave light pressure to the wound, making him hiss from the sharp pain. “Is this why you are so late to come home?”

“Yes.” He grumbled, running his hand through his hair. “The boy has potential, but...” Percival rubbed her arms, up and down. “I must ask something of you.” (Y/N) is quick to agree, knowing what he is asking of her. 

“You need blood, right?” She asked, clarifying.

“Yes.” Percival brushed a little bit of her hair out of her face. “The blood supplements won’t help here.” The blood supplements were just that; they were what Percival can take instead of hunting and taking blood from humans and survive off of that. However, they were not enough for him to heal. While he can heal rapidly, he could not heal at all without real blood. If he were to let an injury go unattended long enough, he would bleed out, regardless of any medical treatment. There was already an anti-wizard growing sentiment growing and a vampire getting spotted would not make matters better. 

She sat on the kitchen island, pushing her hair away from the left side of her neck. 

“Come on.” She encouraged. Percival smiled, seeing how ready she was for him to take blood from her when he needed it. He stood in between her legs, hands instinctively on her waist.

“As much as I appreciate your kindness, my dear, taking from your neck will be too visible. We both must go into work tomorrow.” (Y/N) hummed, looking off to the side.

“I guess you’re right.” Percival took her left wrist, gently rubbing his thumb over the visible veins. She looked back at him, staring into his dark eyes. 

“You’re wrist is another viable area for taking blood.” He suggested. “Not an area you are used to but would make for another spot.” (Y/N) shook her head.

“If secrecy is your concern, my wrists will seem even more suspicious if someone notices. The neck is something more explainable, but the wrist would asking to be found out.” She thought for a moment. “My thigh is always an option.”

“As much as I do love getting in between your legs like that, you don’t need to be limping or in any pain when you go to work.” Now, this was getting frustrating. What would be an area that Percival can take from that would not hinder her as an auror or risk Percival’s true nature as a vampire from being found out? 

“What about my chest?” She inquired. “It would be under my clothes and it is not an area that is very mobile during the day.”

“It is not an area that will produce a lot of blood, nor will it be comfortable for you.” Percival gently held onto (Y/N) arm, sliding his hand down to meet hers. 

“Well, how much blood do you need for an injury like that?” She gestured to his injured waist.

“Not a lot.”

“Then, let’s do it!” Percival seemed hesitant. “Percival, it is our best option right now.” He takes her cheek in her hand, lips close, and his other hand holding her thigh.

“Are you sure?” He whispered. “This will not be pleasant and I will need to expose you for a moment.” She nodded, still sleepy.

“We’re both adults. It’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”

He popped a couple of buttons on the shirt and pushed the left side of the shirt down her shoulder, just exposing the top of her breast. Of course, she was not wearing a bra underneath.  His hands slithered on her body; one on the side of her neck, his thumb under her ear, and the other holding her ribs, just under the breast he was about to take blood from, thumb massaging the side of her breast. His lips were so close to her body.

“Are you ready, darling?” She nodded, biting her lip to prepare for the pinch. When he went in just above her breast, she realized what he meant when he said this was not going to be pleasant. The muscle in the chest is tight, making it painful. The puncture was not pleasant, but otherwise doable given the circumstance.

Oh, but the sounds Percival was making. 

To get whatever blood he could from the area, he was sucking on her skin hard. The sounds he was making were absolutely sinful. Not only were the sounds slightly wet, but he was also panting slightly. And the occasional grumble from his throat came through. If he was not trying to get blood to heal his wound, this moment would have taken a very different turn. It was enough for (Y/N) to make a couple of noises of her own which were not from the pain. 

Once he was done, he pulled away. Both of them were breathing heavily. Blood had dripped from the wound on her chest to the once-pristine dress shirt she wore. 

“Percy, you’re shirt.” She whined, feeling a little lightheaded.

“It’s okay.” He went to her chest once more, licking off the dripping blood from her skin using the flat of his tongue. He put the hand which was sitting on her side on the side of her neck with his other hand. She leaned in, letting her forehead rest on his. The red around his mouth did not scare her in the slightest. No one spoke, but it was very clear how thankful Percival was.

He wrapped her legs around his waist before picking her up. She loosely put her arms around his shoulders, unable to cling on harder. Percival carried her to their bathroom, setting her in the bathtub and sitting on the closed toilet seat. He took his time when stripping her of her chosen nightwear, gingerly unbuttoning the shirt completely and pulling her panties off from under her. 

When she was completely naked, he took the time to strip himself. In all honesty, he was ready for the shower after a long day. When he shrugged off his shirt, he saw the tail-end of his injury rapidly healing. He looked down to (Y/N) only to see her smiling up at him, eyes on the verge of closing. She was happy that he was no longer injured and that was all that mattered. 

He held her up as warm water from the showerhead poured onto them, each movement of his hands so gentle and full of adoration. One hand rested on her back and the other held her head to his chest, keeping her upright. The blood on both of them was washed off and went down the drain. As much as they both wanted to stay in the moment, (Y/N) was slowly falling back asleep and the slight loss of blood was not helping. 

Percival sat her on the bed, putting a cut-out J&J band-aid onto her chest before dressing her in one of her more comfortable nightgowns. It was not until she was lying comfortably on her side of the bed, duvet over her, when he started getting dressed for bed.

He dragged his feet back to the bathroom to freshen up before joining her. 

As he was brushing his teeth, he caught a glimpse of those slightly elongated teeth of his. The red had slightly stained his teeth, but a quick brushing washed it away rather quickly. 

He rinsed his mouth out completely before looking at his reflection in the mirror. 

For years, Percival thought of himself as a monster. He never found someone, in all his years, who was as accepting as the beautiful woman currently in his bedroom. Sure, he should have told her earlier than he did in their relationship, but even then she was so accepting of him. 

He pursed his lips, still tasting her blood in the back of his throat. Like her, it was sweet. 

Before returning to the bedroom, he drank a glass of water to wash down anything that was left. (Y/N) was already fast asleep when he laid down on the plush mattress. Facing her and entangling his legs with hers, he gently slid his knuckles over her cheek before pulling her into his chest. 

Moments like this, he almost felt human again.

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[mrs-jkr]

“Imagine Percival is in love with you, but you’re a No-Maj.”

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[fantasticparksandwheretofindthem]

Graves: We are not moving to Chicago for like a million reasons Credence: But Percy, pizza. Graves: There's pizza in New York Credence: Right. Thanks, Percy, you're so good at reminding me where pizza is

(Parks and Recreation; season 6, episode 21: Moving Up) 

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[xmalereader]

Newt/Graves X Son! Male Reader

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Request: Hi!! Could I request a newt and grave x son!reader fic ( platonic of course ) where the reader is around 15 and comes home from hog warts for the holidays upset because he’s getting teased etc and newt and graves comfort him and it’s just really cute and soft? Sorry I’m in a mood (tm) with fantastic beasts cog coming in less than a month. OWO

Warnings: Fluff, LGBTQ Parents,

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Christmas break was finally here.

You have no idea how long y/n has waited to return back home, I mean don’t get him wrong he loves being at hogwarts! That school was like a second home for him, but for the last couple of months he’s been getting teased and bullied over the most dumbest reasons. When y/n first entered hogwarts he was assigned to the slytherin house, his parents told him that they didn’t care about the house he was placed in and that they would still love him no matter what.

Both of his parents went to different schools meaning that their wasn’t really a 100% chance that y/n would end up in one house only, he had four choices to pick out of and he ends up with slytherin. He wasn’t ashamed to be a slytherin he just didn’t act like one, his father was a hufflepuff and he had a hint of that in him, he was usually nice to people and helped those who needed help. Maybe, he got some slytherin in him because of his second father, Percival Graves the famous Auror director of MACUSA back in New York. His father was strict to people when they wouldn’t listen or when something wasn���t done right. He was just a half of both of his parents and he didn’t mind that at all.

Sitting inside an empty train compartment, he leans his head against the window and watched the view go by as they returned back to the london station. Y/n didn’t have much friends because he was shy around people, his anxiety would always get to him when he tried to fit in with some other kids. His only friends were his fathers creatures, Newt allowed y/n to take pickett with him to school to keep him company during classes. He was very careful with the small creature, he would keep him tucked inside his coat during cold days or he would hide in his hair sometimes. He tried to convince Newt to take frank with him to school and how he would keep him in his suitcase and only let him out during the weekends but Newt declined the idea of having frank at hogwarts, he couldn’t have y/n go through the same thing that newt did back in his time when he used to go to hogwarts before he got expelled.

So, he was only able to take Pickett.

The ride back to the station took almost an hour and a half, y/n ended up sleeping through the whole ride not wanting to deal with his bullies if they decide to drop by his compartment.

He felt the train jolt to a stop, waking up his rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawns deeply. He glanced out the window and noticed that they have arrived at the station. He grabs his suit case and leaves the compartment quickly, “Come on pickett, let’s find pop and dad before I get corned.” he whispered to the bowtruckle and quickly ran out of there. Seeing the huge crowd of families he couldn’t help but smile a little, it felt great to be back home. Four weeks away from hogwarts was what he needed, maybe he could talk to his parents about the bullying?

Making his was through the crowd he tried to search for his parents.

“Did the forget?” he says and frowns.

He continued to walk around, pumping roughly into someone he let’s a small sorry lip out before he felt a hand grip his wrist. “Well look who it is.”

Y/n gasps as he hears the voice of his bully, turning around to face him with a slight glare. “What do you want, Flint?” he hissed out.

Mathew Flint was a year older than him, he picked y/n to bully because he was considered the weak one of the whole entire school. “Leaving so soon? I thought we could chat a bit longer.” Mathew says as his grip tightens causing y/n to whimper. It wasn’t the first time he’s received a bruise from Flint, “Let go! I have nothing to say to you! All you’ve done for the past five months is hurt me and mock me! Why me, huh? Because i’m different? Because I actually have parents unlike you?”

Mathews face darkens in anger, yep he hit a sensitive spot that the shouldn’t have.

Y/n yelps when he is pulled close by the collar of his shirt. Facing an angry Gryffindor student. “Don’t you ever, mention my parents.”

“I never did, I just said that you didn’t have any.” Y/n fought back glaring at the other boy. Before Mathew could either hit or yell at y/n he was stopped by someone clearing their throat behind y/n which caused the two to freeze.

“I would really appreciate it if you didn’t hurt the only heir of my family.”

Y/n slowly looks over his shoulder to see his father. “Hey dad...” he says shyly and nervously. This caused Mathew to let go of y/n quickly, “Dad?!” he exclaimed in surprise. Y/n picks up his suit case and walks over to Percival who he stood tall, a hand in his pocket as he gave Mathew a death glare. “let’s go dad.” y/n whispered as he takes his empty hand and pulls him away from his bully not wanting to talk about this now. Percival’s stern look softens as he stared over at his son, “How was school?” he asks.

Y/n shrugs a little “It was alright.” he answers, exiting the train station and heading towards their family car. “I passed my OWLS.” he added with a big smile and placed his things in the back seat. Percival smiled, “that’s good! Your father would be proud to hear that.” Percival starts the car and drives out of the station and on to the main road.

Pickett squeaks as he sat on top of y/n’s head. Y/n smiled a little as he reached up for the small creature and sets him on his lap. “What have you and dad been up too?”

Percival groans as he leans his head back, y/n giggles.

“Well you know the usual. I’ve been working at the ministry while your father has been asked by many different publishers about his second book.” He explains. Y/n hums as he nods, “And how’s dad second book coming? Did you find any new creatures? OH! Did you find a unicorn?!” Y/n had a huge passion for magical creatures just like newt. Every time a new creature was brought home by his father he would freak out and beg his father to let him travel with him the next time he went out, but he always replied with a small no. He wants y/n to graduate school first before he starts going out with him, he doesn’t want him missing classes or exams.

Percival chuckled by his sons excitment. “You’ll see when we get there.” was the only thing his said as he drove them home.

It only took a few minutes when they arrived at the Scamander - Graves estate. Percival stops the car by the large mansion that they lived in, y/n didn’t even grab his things as he quickly rushed out of the car and heads inside. “Dad! I’m home!” he calls out ans kicks off his shoes, running to the kitchen to see if newt was either cooking or getting the creatures food ready. “Welcome home, y/n.” he hears that soft sweet voice that he always loved.

Newt stood in the kitchen making y/n’s favorite foods when he found out that he would be returning home today. Y/n walks over and hugs him with a smile, “I missed you both. It was so hard waiting to return home for the winter.” he pouts.

Newt chuckled and kissed his head, “Well it’s good to know that you decided to come home instead of staying behind at hogwarts.”

“Hogwash.”

Newt and y/n both look up to see Percival leaning against the kitchen door frame with a smirk. “Did aunt queenie teach you that? Because, from what iv’e hear Ilvamory isn’t as fun as Hogwarts.” Said y/n who earned a small glare from his father. “My school was better then hogwarts.”

Newt rolled his eyes, “If you two are going to argue again about schools then do it in the living room I have to finish making dinner here.” he placed a hand on y/n’s shoulder and smiled. “Think you can help me with feeding the Hippogriffs?” The young boy nods rapidly. “Yes!” he shouts, grabbing a bucket full of small dead ferrets for the Hippogriffs and heading out back where all of the larger creatures were kept.

Newt sighs softly and turns back to cooking. Percival watched his own son feed the creatures from the kitchen window as he leans against the counter, “I saw y//n getting picked on at the station.” he blurts out causing Newt to freeze in spot. “What?” he says as turns to face his husband. “Do you know who it was?” he asks, cleaning his dirty hands with a rag. Percival shrugs, “I don’t know, all I know is that he was holding y/n in a threatening way.”

Newt bites his lip as he looks down, thinking. “What if he’s getting bullied? Percy I’m scared that he’s getting hurt at school without us knowing!” he exclaimed. Percy walks over to Newt and pulls him close into a hug, “calm down newt, will talk to him after he comes back from feeding the creatures.” Newt nods softly as he nuzzled percy’s chest in worry. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to y/n.”

It didn’t take long for y/n to come back from feeding the creatures, setting the empty bucket by the door he takes off his dirty socks and chuckled, “I finished feeding them.” he calls out as he looks up at both of his parents who had a worry looks on their faces, y/n raised a brow. “What?”

“Y/n I think it’s time to talk about what happened at the station this morning.” Percival says as he crossed his arms, y/n looks down and rubbed his shoulder, avoiding his parents looks. A habit he picked up from Newt.

Percival takes out a chair for y/n to sit down on. The young boy walks over and sat down keeping his head down. “This morning I saw a boy touching you in an aggressive way.” he began to explain, “We think that you’ve been getting bullied by some other kids at school, is that true?” Y/n rubbed his hands together in a nervous motion as he stayed silent, he knows that he can’t stay hidden from his parents much longer. Slowly, he nods up and down. “Yes..” he whispered out.

“why didn’t tell use before? You could’ve sent us an owl saying that you were being mistreated.” said Newt.

“Because I was scared, I kept thinking that you guys would pull me out of school because of the bullying and I didn’t want that to happen. I’m sorry for keeping this away from you guys I was just scared..” Y/n explains and rubbed his eyes trying to hold back tears from spilling out of his eyes. Newt was the first to pull y/n into a hug. “Y/n we would never do that, if something like this is happening for a reason then you should’ve told us and the headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“I know and I’m sorry!” he cries out now, letting the tears spill.

Percival soon joined in the hug, trying to comfort his own son. The three continued to hug until y/n calmed down, after he did they pulled away and kissed his head. “Why don’t we forget about this and start your winter break.” Newt whispered with a smile on his face as he got up to continue cooking. Y/n smiled back weakly and leans against Percy. “Thank you...” he says.

“Anything for our son.” Percival says as he held the boy close to him.

#male reader #newt scamander #theseus scamander #theseus x male reader #fantastic beats and where to find them #newt x male reader #percival graves #son reader #son male reader #male parents #imagine #newt x graves’

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Missing Chapter 4

Percival Graves x reader

Summary: He’s back, and he’s pissed. Where are you?

Word Count: 1148

“Seraphina!” Percival shouted as soon as he and Newt were rounding the door into the president’s office.

Maybe it was a mistake to give him his wand back so quickly, Newt mused as he tried to keep pace with the man. Then again he probably didn’t need it if those rumors were true. For years, he’d heard tale of the Director of MACUSA’s aurors and how capable he was even without a wand. The fact that Grindelwald was able to do all the wandless magic he wanted without anyone questioning it gave more than a little weight to the truth of those rumors.

“Percival!” she exclaimed, shocked to see the beaten-looking man alive let alone standing in her office and yelling at her. “What are you doing here? You should be in the hospital.”

“Should? Yes. But I’m not going anywhere until I get answers.”

Newt could hear the usually unflappable woman swallow nervously from where he was standing across the room. “Answers?”

“I’m not even going to think about the implication that none of you realized that wasn’t me.” Newt could see how Percival’s fingers tightened around his wand. He wasn’t sure if it was pain or anger that controlled the way that that hand was shaking; right now though, he’d wager his money on anger. “Where is she, Sera?”

“Well . . .”

“Don’t lie to me. I know that tone, and I know she’s here at Headquarters.”

Newt’s eyebrows scrunched up thoughtfully. “Wait, how do you know that? You just woke up.” His question was seemingly ignored by the others. Percival was seemingly too fixated on the piercing glare he was leveling on Seraphina as if she wasn’t the President, and the woman herself was trying not to meet those burning amber eyes by toying with her wand.

It took several tense, silent moments for Seraphina to collect herself for the hard explanation she had to give. “As soon as we realized that the you we’d been around was an imposter, we went looking for her. He’d been claiming that you two had a spat, and that she’d been staying at the school.”

During a pause in her words, Newt’s eyes flashed over to Percival just in time to see the man clench his jaw. 

The President continued, “The school was the first place we looked. The headmaster hasn’t seen her since All Hallows Eve when she came with you to the ball. Allegedly she filed the paperwork for a sabbatical to go to Africa and do some work against a rising dark wizard there. They had no idea where she could be.”

Newt was starting to worry about the way Percival’s hand just kept tightening around his wand; burns from the magical discharge of breaking a wand were the last thing the man needed to add to his already extensive list of injuries. Carefully, he reached over to pry the man’s fingers off of it, and Graves fortunately realized what he was doing and allowed it.

“That’s the night we were attacked.” Graves pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

How did I not realize he was an imposter? Piquery wondered at the sight of that little tick. Grindelwald never did that.

“We came home from that ball and had a few drinks.” His brows furrowed as he dug his palms into his eyes. It was looking more and more like he was getting lost in the memory of what happened. “We were going to see her family the next day, so we went to bed early. Someone knocked on the door.” Graves moved so that he was crouching on the floor, completely absorbed in his thoughts. “I went to answer it; I remember thinking it was probably just some of the neighborhood kids. He got past our wards. I--I--I couldn’t--I couldn’t--” Newt’s hand on his shoulder pulled him out of the memory.

The Brit was surprised to see the tears in those amber eyes, especially after how well he seemed since finding him. “It’s alright,” Newt soothed. “What else do you remember?”

“She heard the noise and came down fighting, but we were both too slow to react correctly. I’m never drinking again . . .” he muttered that last bit. “He knocked her out and threatened to kill her if I didn’t obey. After that he dragged her into the office. That was the last I saw of her.”

“But how do you know she’s here, Percival?” Seraphina asked quietly. “If you were at your home, wouldn’t it be more likely that she’d be there?”

The man just seemed to have a knack for surprising even Newt since his next action was to remove the button-down, formerly-white dress shirt and reveal arms that were absolutely covered with a patchwork collection of tattoos. The magizoologist could do nothing but stare. He hadn’t figured Percival for the type. Normally, he would have caved to his curiosity and asked, but this wasn’t the time.

“Polyjuice doesn’t copy tattoos, Sera,” Percival was smirking even if there was an edge of anger to his eyes, “and no one but Y/N knew about them. Would have been a lot easier if she hadn’t been home, honestly,” he mused. “She’d have caught him off-guard and would have realized they were missing.”

“All of yours are covered by your shirt. How could I possibly have known?”

His response to that was to hold up his left hand. There, the other two noticed, was a razor-thin line around his wedding finger where a ring would normally sit. “Rings are too in the way,” was the simple explanation.

“What does this do with how you know where she is?”

That prompted Percival to remove the somehow-more-stained undershirt that was covering his torso. Under it were even more splotches of black ink in designs etched permanently into his skin. His hand settled over one in particular. It was a wampus, and elegant creature that seemed to rub against the touch. It didn’t escape Newt’s attention that that was the only tattoo that looked to be of wizarding origins. The rest were still and looked faded like muggle works. 

“A year after we got married, Y/N was kidnapped,” Percival was explaining.

“She was barely eighteen,” Sera breathed, remembering. “She was missing for weeks.”

“After I found her, I vowed it would never happen again. We went to a wizard that specialized in tracking spells, and got these done. It allows us to feel the general location of where the other is.” A small, fond smile pulled at his lips. “She didn’t want it too specific since that would be a violation of our privacy.” The warmth steadily drained from his expression as he returned to the reason he’d stormed into this office with the force of a tsunami. “I know she’s in  this building. I want the records of everywhere that bastard went the day after Halloween.”

A/N: That’s all I’ve got for now on this, folks. The well runith dry. As usual, come back after a while if you’re curious if there’s more. The masterlist is almost always right, but as of 8/6/2019 that’s all I have written.

#percival graves x reader #percival graves imagine #graves x reader #graves imagine #fantastic beasts and where to find them imagine #reader insert

[imagine-by-susu]

Percival Graves x Abused!Reader -  I don’t want to lose you

A/N: Okay this some sensetive stuff right here and I probably re-wrote this 100 times at least, but I finally finished and I hope you guys like it. It was a request by anon. PS: And sorry, didn’t prove it yet, so sorry for any mistakes I made.

Warning: abuse (emotional), if you are not comfortable with this I won’t recommand you to read this, mentions of injuries (so a bit blood i guess?)

Word Count: 3.634 (I got carried away a bit) GIF IS NOT MINE _______________________________________________________________________

“…and so, I decided it is best to marry in spring.” your sisters voice came from the kitchen as you entered your home. It was a tiring day at work and you were glad to be home but as soon as you heard your sister you knew that you should’ve stayed at work. Still you wore a smile on your face after you hang up your coat and walked into the kitchen to welcome her. “Good evening, mother” you nodded to her then you turned to your sister. “Hello Dorothy, I didn’t know you were coming over.” but your sister only scoffed at you and your mum, well she didn’t even look at you. In this moment you could careless, all you wanted was something to eat and your bed. “And what about you (Y/N)?” your sister than asked not looking into your direction. With a risen eyebrow you turned to your younger sister silently asking what she actually meant. “Your sister asked you a question.” came finally your mother. So, she can speak… “Please be more specific Dorothy I can’t read your mind.” you said before you turned back around to the cupboards to grab a frying pan. Dorothy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. “When are you getting married?” she asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Hm, I don’t know, maybe when the world isn’t hunted by the community of the dark wizards maybe?” you questioned her sarcastically. Indignant about your answer she turned to your mother who simply shrugged her shoulders. “If she only had a better grip on men like you have Dorothy, she would be married already.” your mother talked to your sister as if you weren’t there at all. You bit your lip and tried to take deep breath. Just make some dinner and then go to bed (Y/N), you thought to yourself while you’re prepared yourself some food. “Anyway, Johnathan and I…” when your sister mentioned his name you simply clattered your plate down onto the kitchen island, your back still turned to both women. Dorothy and your mother looked at you as if you had gone crazy. “Are you mad?! Stop ruining my plates, you stupid girl!” your mother shouted at you. Of course, she would only recognize you when you did something bad. Swallowing down your pride you apologized and left the kitchen to go to bed. Your appetite now gone. -

“I am sorry Madam President.” you hurriedly closed the door behind you while all the heads were turned to you. “Miss (Y/L/N), late once again.” Madam Picquery scolded you and you nodded apologetic once again, but she dismissed it for a later time to discuss. Quickly you made your way to the table everyone was gathered around, ignoring the gaze of your colleagues. You only gave Tina Goldstein, a friend and colleague a reassuring smile when she sent you a worried look. “As I said before…” Percival Graves started, sending you a glare for interrupting him in his speech before he pointed to a map that laid out on the table. Carefully you listened to his words. You’ve worked with Percival Graves on multiple Cases and he deserved the position he was in more than anyone else. It made you only feel worse for interrupting him, again. It wasn’t the first time you were late to a meeting because one of your family members talked you up for something you should do for them, especially after the engagement between your sister and your past lover. It made thinks extremely uncomfortable and awkward. “Miss (Y/L/N)? Did you hear what I said?” brought Graves’ voice you back to reality. A few seconds long you only blinked at him. “I am sorry Sir, I …” but you couldn’t finish your sentence when he sent you another glare while he straightened his back and looked down at you. “In my office, Miss (Y/L/N), now.” he demanded and left the meeting with nod to the others. Tina gave you an encouraging look mouthing to you that everything is going to be fine. And with a pounding heart in your chest you followed the man, watching his back. He was stressed you could tell by the stiffness in his shoulders and neck. The work did take a tall on him and you didn’t help him either, you made his work so much more difficult. When you arrived in his office, the door closed behind you from itself and you watched as Graves took a seat at his desk, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Mister Graves, I…” you tried but as he rose one hand you shut your mouth quickly and looked down to the ground. “Miss (Y/L/N), it is a shame that I have to call you into my office every time but it seems you don’t learn it. The only reason why I haven’t you kicked out yet is your fantastic skills. Don’t ruin your career like that.” oh how many times did you heard that already? “I know, Sir and I am more than grateful to be here.” “Then why do you keep on disappointing me?” he asked. The words sent daggers to your body, making you flinch a bit. You had always seen your job as a place where you can forget your family for a few hours and now it just felt like you were back home. Percival who noticed the flinch in your body looked you up and down carefully. Only now he realized that your (Y/H/C) neatly curled like always but simply hanging around your face messily. And he was almost sure that the clothes you were, were the same you wore the day before. “What made you late?” he then asked and when his voice rang in the room your head shot up to look at him in the eye. “I overslept.” was your simple replay but he got up and sighed. “Alright, don’t let this happen again or have to take action.” he scolded and you nodded thank him for not kicking you out, for he had all reasons to, even with your skills he highly praised. “We should go than, after all we have a mission.” with that he grabbed his dark blue coat and his scarf before opening the door for you like a gentleman. And with a little smile on your face you left his office making your way out of the building. - Like always it didn’t went as planned. Three groups of Aurors including, Mr. Graves, Tina and yourself, should surround a building that was used for meetings of Grindelwald followers. Whatever, it turned out to be an ambush. As all the Aurors arrived it was a matter of seconds that curses and spells were yelled at each other. You didn’t know how long you were fighting, but you were breathing heavily, but it looked like you were on the winning side. After you sent another Grindelwald follower to the ground you looked around. Tina was fighting of another, she handled herself pretty good. Your gaze roamed over the battlefield and stopped at your boss. While he fought of two opponents you could see another one behind him, ready to send an unforgiving curse. Without thinking about it you raised your wand and stupefied him, letting his body hit the ground at the exact time Mr. Graves managed to get rid of the other two. A bit surprised he turned to the man that tried to kill only moments ago, before his gaze turned to you, opening his mouth to thank you for saving his life but his widen as one of the dark wizards arose from his laying position pointing his wand right at you. With horror filled (Y/E/C) eyes, you turned to the wizards, tightly grabbing your wand but before you could cast a spell a heavy force pushed you to the ground. Opening your eyes you had closed during the impacted you saw Percival Graves shielding you, while he fought of the new opponent. A groan left your lips as you slowly got up. Then you saw how the wand of your boss flew through the air, landing a few feet away out of your reach. Even without anything to defend himself, he shielded you with his body not caring that he may get killed in this moment. But before the dark wizard could do anything you disarmed him and shocked him letting his body fall to the ground. Both of you sat there, breathing heavily and looking at each other with wide eyes, not really grasping the concept that you actually survived, that was until Tina came running together with a few others. “(Y/N)! Mr. Graves!” she shouted, helping you stand up but you grounded, supporting yourself a bit on your friend. Mr. Graves stood up on his own, brushing off any dirt from his coat. How can this man stand like this after such a situation? “We should return back, before more of them show up.” Percival Graves announced and with that all of the Aurors appeared back to the Macusa. Still supported by Tina, you entered the Woolworth building, totally exhausted by the current events. “You saved Mr. Graves, (Y/N).” Tina said in astonishment like she only realized that now and you smiled a little, feeling proud about your accomplishment. This was soon shuttered into pieces as you saw your sister, mother and soon to be brother-in-law that was your ex-fiancé as well. “(Y/N), there you are. We need your help.” your mother declared without missing a beat. Tina rose an eyebrow at that, still holding tightly onto you. “I am sorry Ma’am but (Y/N) needs to see a healer immediately.” she said, trying to get you away from this woman after she had noticed how stiff you have become. Your mother, like always, ignored what was said to her and looked you up and down. “Dear Merlin, if I had now they make you look even more beaten than you already look I would’ve never let you get this Job. You’ll never find a husband like that.” You only rolled your (Y/E/C) eyes while Tina stood there totally shocked about those words. “Tina, can you please leave me and my mother alone for a moment?” you asked your friend, she wanted to protest but you stopped her with a simple pleading glance after she opened her mouth and with a nod she left you after she made sure you could stand probably. After Tina was gone you looked at your mother, than Dorothy and Johnathan you came to you two after Tina had left. “Well, what do you need my help for?” you asked right away, wanting desperately to get it over with. “First of all, be a little nicer, we are your family.” Dorothy pointed out as she linked her arm with Johnathan who tried his best to avoid eye contact with you. “And second we need money.” you only rose an eyebrow at that. This was the reason they came to you while you were at work? Because of money? “Can’t this wait ‘til I get home?” you asked back, feeling a little dizzy already. Probably you took a blow to the head. Again your mother scoffed. “We don’t have time for that. Your sister is in desperate need of a dress. This is an urgent matter.” now some of the passerby’s stopped and looked at your group, some started to whispered among themselves. “You know what?” you said taking a deep, shaky breath closing your eyes for a moment. “Take mine. I won’t need it anyway.” a glare was sent to the man who still kept quiet, not looking at you for a second. “Oh (Y/N), please I won’t fit in there, I mean look at you.” Dorothy pointed out. “I know, she would look much better without all the blood and dirt on her face.” came a voice from behind her and your eyes widen lightly while your family turned around to the man that stood behind them, just as ragged as you were. “Who is this? Your boyfriend, wait no probably he is not.” Dorothy eyed your boys closely before she turned back to you. “And why no, Miss…?” he asked with a risen dark eyebrow of his. From behind your family you to stop him from talking any further, but he simply ignored you as he stared down at your sister. Stepping away a little she gulped, her head shot up to try to make eye contact with him. “Well, she…ehm…” she couldn’t form any proper words at the man and for him the conversation was simply over. He pulled your mother aside who scoffed at his rudeness but Graves just grabbed your arm gently and dragged you away from your shouting family. When he was sure that you both were out of earshot he turned around with a risen eyebrow. “Miss (Y/L/N), I didn’t know your family was so…” immediately you interrupted him. “Caring? Supportive? Loveable?” you tried finish his sentence and you could’ve sworn that you saw the tiniest of smile at the corners of bruised lip, which reminded you of the mission that had accrued just minutes ago. With no Adrenaline left in your body, the pain only grew, so did the dizziness. Percival caught up on it quickly and swung his arm around your waist making sure you wouldn’t trip or fall. Arriving at the medical wing of the Macusa he immediately lay you down on of the many beds that were located on each side of the room. “I’m fine, just a little dizzy.” you tried to get up again but he only pushed you back down gently. “You saved my life Miss (Y/L/N). This is the least I can do.” without waiting for an answer he searched for a healer that could check up on you. “Well, Sir, you were the one that pushed me to the ground afterwards and saved me, so I think we can call this even.” you said after he returned, a healer coming right up behind him to check up on your wounds. And once again you were most certain you saw a hint of a smile on his face, maybe your head just played tricks on you. - “…and then he reacted quickly and pushed her to the ground.” Tina explained everything to her sister, while you shook your head a sighed with a tiny smile on your face. after the healer had dismissed you, your boss called you off of work for the day telling you to rest, but you knew there wouldn’t be any rest at home, so you decided to stay with the Goldstein sisters who took you in for the night with big smiles on their faces. Queenie looked at you totally stunned and with curiosity in her eyes while she waved her wand around to make dinner for the three of you. “This sounds like it was straight from a fairy tale.” she hummed and looked at you with a charming smile. You only shook your head at her words. “It really wasn’t. This is our job; I would’ve done the same when Tina was in my situation and I am sure Tina as well would’ve reacted that way.” Tina gave her sister a glance and Queenie looked directly into your (Y/E/C) eyes. “You like him.” she teased you making you blush heavily. Tina muffled a laughter and turned away to get away from your glare you sent her. But Queenie only clapped her hands together, laying down her wand. “Oh, sweetie, you do. This is so wonderful.” she chimed like a little schoolgirl, jumping up and down a little. “No, Queenie, stop.” you begged her still blushing. “He is my boss.” Tina shrugged her shoulders at that. “So what? Many of our collogues who are married met their partner at work.” “Stop it you two. Maybe I feel something, but my job is more important than that.” you pointed out and Queenie have you a sad look. “Is it because what happened with Johnathan and Dorothy?” immediately after she said those words she regretted it and wanted to apologize but you only stood up from the dinner table that was prepared. “I am tired. Eat without me. See you tomorrow.” with that you marched to the guest bedroom not waiting for any response from the sisters. “Poor girl. She thinks she is not good enough.” Queenie said into the silence and Tina looked at the closed door worriedly. “She needs to get away from her family. They are not good for her.” Queenie nodded in agreement and sat down, eating in silence. - Finally punctually arriving at work you said goodbye to Queenie and stepped into the Elevator together with Tina. Arriving at your destination you both stepped out and you made your way to your office, greeting some of your colleagues on the way. When you thought your mood couldn’t get any lower you were more than wrong as note flew right up at you as soon as you opened your door. Expecting a wedding invitation, you were greeted not with an invitation but a bill. For the wedding, that was supposed to be yours. “Lovely.” you only muttered enlighten the paper with a quick swift of your wand. “Take my man, I can deal with that. Take my dream wedding, that’s okay, but don’t let me pay for that.” angry tears started to pool in your eyes, your hands clenched into fists. Not so kindly you bang your door close, surprising some passerby’s, while you sank down to the ground, ignoring the pain that you still feel from the day before. Only loved by the money you make, not seen as their own flesh and blood. Never a supporting word from them. Sitting there leant on your door and crying silently into your knees you and pressed against your chest you didn’t make out the knock on your door first. Just as someone called your name did you look up. Again, there was a knock followed by your name. Quickly you got up from the ground and whipped the tears from your eyes. The door opened and Percival stepped in, holding a folder in his hand. He looked up from it and rose an eyebrow. He could tell immediately that you had been crying. The tear stains on your cheeks, red puffy eyes. It was easy to conclude. “Miss (Y/L/N), is everything alright?” he asked, closing the door behind him and laying down the folder at your desk. You simply nodded at his question. “Yes, Sir. Just a bit of pain from yesterday, nothing more.” you assured him. He leant on your desk; his arms crossed around his chest making the white dress shirt he wore stretch to the point of almost ripping. “Are you sure? Miss Goldstein told me that some tension between you and your family occupied your mind lately.” of course Tina would tell him. You needed to talk to her later. “Just a little stress about my sister’s wedding, Sir. Nothing else.” again you tried to tell him that everything was ok, knowing fully well that nothing was ok in this moment. “I need any of my Aurors focused on the work at hand, Miss (Y/L/N) and clearly you’re not focused enough.” you gulped, was he going to fire you now? “Sir, I…” “No, enough of your words.” he commanded but you only huffed at that. “Why won’t you let me proof myself?!” you didn’t know from the anger came, or the courage to speak up to your boss like that, but you had enough of people pushing you around like they pleased. “I can control my emotions! Didn’t I proof it yesterday?! Of course not, this wasn’t probably enough. It is never enough because I am good but not perfect!” you ranted on, your voice getting louder and louder with any word you spoke. It felt like a dam breaking and Percival, he simply listened to your angered little speech, still leaning on the desk with his arms crossed. His brown eyes never left your body for a second. “I can’t lose you.” he said after you finished your rant, making you look up in surprise. “Excuse me, Sir, I didn’t catch that.” you excused not sure if you had heard him correctly. “I said, that I can’t lose you.” he repeated, looking directly into your eyes. “Wha…Why?” was the only thing that you could stutter out in that moment. His hands laid on your shoulder, the distance you two had almost completely gone, while you looked into each other’s eyes. “(Y/N),…” his hands wandered up from your shoulders, to your neck and rested on your cheeks. The warmth of his palms was soothing despite the roughness of his skin against yours. Slowly your eyes closed and before you could think about your next move his lips brushed against yours lightly. When you opened your eyes again, he leant his forehead against yours, still holding your face in his hands, this thumps lightly brushing of your still tears stained face. “You proofed yourself a long time ago.” he said lowly. “And you are more than perfect and this is why I can’t let anything happen to you.” The look if honesty in his eyes melted your heart. Never had you seen him so vulnerable before, it only empathizes with his honesty. While he waited for a verbal answer from you, you simply stood on your tip toes and kissed him, this time not just a light touch. Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his hands drifted to your waist to hold you closer, closing his eyes. 

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A Lovely Surprise

I COME BEARING GIFTS MY BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWERS 

It wasn’t requested but here’s a Newt x pregnant! reader that I wrote in one sitting yesterday. The idea just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing it! Anyways I really hope you beautiful people enjoy! 2 notes: 

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Word count: 11,500 

Summary: You traveled with Newt to New York, being his girlfriend and the illustrator of his book. You and Newt were childhood friends, and you grew up near him and Theseus, being in Newt’s year at Hogwarts. Him and Tina were only really close friends. As a result, Newt is trying to lift his travel ban so the two of you can continue your research, and visit your friends. So when Dumbledore asks Newt to go to Paris, he decides to go. For the sake of the story Jacob comes to Newt for help, Queenie having already gone after Tina. So Newt brings him along to try and save Credence. Meanwhile back in London you get hit with an awful surprise. Side note- Theseus and Leta are engaged, but because Newt has you he is no longer Jealous. Tina is also not jealous, instead having become really close friends with both you and Newt. Plot only altered slightly.

    “Newt wake up,” you whispered to his sleeping form. He groaned and rolled over. Laughing you climb on top of him, peppering kisses to his face. “Wake up sleepy head,” you giggle between kisses. He moans and gets up, taking you with him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his hips and he walked to the bathroom as you planted kisses on his bare chest. He laughs, “I can’t exactly get ready when you wrap yourself around me like this.” He bends down and sets you on the toilet, planting a sleepy kiss on your forehead before brushing his teeth. “Do you think they’ll give you the permits this time?” you ask. He shakes his head, “I don’t know darling. I know you’re anxious to continue our research and so am I.” You groan, “It’s not only that. Tina keeps complaining in her letters, asking when we’re going to come back and visit them. She wants to introduce us to the real Percival Graves.” You smirk smugly, making Newt laugh. “Think they’re dating yet?” he asks your opinion. You ponder the thought, “Oh I don’t know. I know she had a personal relationship with him before Grindelwald impersonated him. But don’t you think that would be kind of traumatic? Knowing at some point that was actually Grindelwald?” Newt answers, “Maybe. I’m not sure. But they could be quite the crime fighting duo.” You nod in agreement. Newt wanders back into your bedroom, slipping on his usual outfit. You smile at him. “Could you grab my tie off of the dresser?” he asks you. Padding over, you take the bow tie and bring it to Newt. You watch as he quickly ties it up. “What?” he asks when he realizes you’re staring at him. You grin, “I just think you look so cute in bow ties.” He blushes at your compliment. “Thanks,” he mumbles. You giggle, “Newt Scamander you’re going to have to get used to getting complimented. Especially now with all your adoring fans.” Newt scowls, “I didn’t ask for adoring fans.” You take his hands and look him in the eyes. “Newt your book was amazing. Of course you’re going to have fans.” He shrugs, “I guess.” Checking his watch he curses, “Merlin’s beard I have to go. I’ll come back as soon as I’m done. Please feed the creatures since we woke up late.” You nod. Pausing at the door he plants a swift kiss on your lips and says, “Goodbye darling I love you. See you soon.” You watch him as he goes, crossing your fingers that this time might be different. 

    10 minutes later you walked your rounds through Newt’s basement, feeding everyone. “There you go guys,” you talk to the mooncalves. They happily take their breakfast. You’re about to go upstairs when there is a rustling near Newt’s workstation. Wandering over, you shake your head at Einstein, one of the baby Nifflers nosing through a drawer of the desk. “Einstein you rascal,” you scold him as you pull him out of the drawer. His pouch was awfully full. Tickling him, you let the treasure fall out onto the desk. When he’s empty you return him to his cage with his other brothers and sisters. “Better put this stuff back in the safe,” you mutter to yourself. Sweeping the gold into your hand, your eyes freeze on a silver glint in the pile. Frowning, you pick it up. “Oh my god,” you gasp. Staring back at you in your palm was a silver engagement ring. Elegant but simple, it had a main stone with two side stones. “Oh my god. I wasn’t supposed to find this,” you shove the ring back in the desk drawer out of sight. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you panic. Backing against the wall, you tear your gaze away from Newt’s desk and bound up the stairs, slamming the door behind you.

    It took a hot bath and a nice cup of tea to slow your breathing, but you still felt upset, and your stomach was unsettled. Climbing out of the bathtub, you dry yourself off and put on a pair of black, wide legged trousers, tucking in your white dress shirt. Your hair hung down off of your shoulders in soft waves. The doorbell rings. “Coming,” you call. Walking to the door, you swing it open and find the last person you expected to see. “Jacob?” you shout in disbelief. He smiles, roping you into a hug. “Y/n. It’s so great to see you,” he replies. Letting him inside you say confused, “It’s great to see you too. But how am I seeing you?” Jacob hangs his coat and plops down on the couch. “Well all of my memories I had of wizards were good, so they weren’t forgotten. Queenie helped me fill in the blanks,” he explains. Suddenly you look around asking, “Where is Queenie?” Jacob sighs, “That’s why I’m here. I need Newt and your help. I think Queenie went to Paris. To find Tina.” “Tina’s in Paris?” you exclaim. Jacob nods, “Well at least she was at one point. All the aurors in the world are looking for Credence. They all want him dead.” You furrow your brows in confusion. “But Credence is dead,” you state. Jacob objects, “Apparently he’s not.” You jump to your feet saying, “We have to find him before the other aurors.” Jacob smiles, “I figured you would say that. So where’s Newt? I’d like to come with to find Queenie.” You frown and stop midstep, “He’s still at his meeting at the ministry.” As if on cue Newt steps through the door.

    “Jacob?” he asks, doubting his own eyes. Jacob hugs him, “Newt. Great to see you.” Newt slowly nods, trying to wrap his head around his muggle friend returning. “You were supposed to have been obliviated,” Newt comments. Jacob responds, “Yeah, only thing was all my memories of magic were happy, so I didn’t forget. Queenie helped me fill in the blanks but we had a fight and now she’s gone to Paris after Tina.” Newt nods, “Makes sense. Everyone’s in Paris looking for Credence.” It’s here that you interject, “We have to save him Newt.” Newt gulps and nods. Turning to Jacob he says, “Jacob please make yourself at home. I’ve got to speak with y/n for a few minutes.” Jacob nods and sits back down. Confused, you follow Newt.

    “What’s going on?” you call after him as he jogs down the stairs to the basement. He doesn’t answer right away. “Newt?” you call again. He leans against his desk and turns to you. “Well?” you wait for him to say something. He looks at you, and guilt boils to the surface. “I didn’t get the travel ban lifted,” he states. Your stomach swirls with confusion and turmoil. “Oh god,” you choke, your face turning a ghastly shade of green. Newt’s intuition moves him to grab a bucket. He holds it out, barely reaching you in time. You grab the bucket and wretch repeatedly into the tin bucket. Newt watches you with concern. When you finish throwing up, you set the bucket down. Waving your wand it disappears. Taking a shaky breath, you wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you okay?” Newt brushes a hair from your face, his eyes glued to you, studying you intensely. You gulp, still nauseous, but reply, “I’m fine.” Newt stares at you, not quite convinced. Breaking the silence you ask, “So if we can’t travel, what will we do?” Newt looks like he already knows the answer. “What is it?” you implore him. He sighs, “After my meeting at the ministry, Dumbledore approached me. He asked me to do the same thing, to go to Paris and rescue Credence from the bloodthirsty aurors.” “Did you tell him know?” you question. Newt gulps, averting his gaze. It’s clear he’s already decided. “So we’re going,” you state. It’s then that Newt looks at you, with an extremely pained expression. Passing his wand back and forth between his hands he sighs, “I’m going. You’re staying here.” Immediately you shout, “To hell I am! I’m coming with you. We’re partners remember?” He reaches for you, but you step away hurt. “Y/n please listen to me,” he begs. Rolling your eyes, you huff, “Fine.” Newt pleads, “Someone has to stay here and take care of the creatures. You’re the only person I can trust to do that.” You shoot back, “Bring them in the case. That’s what we did in New York.” He shakes his head, “It’s not just that darling. Every auror in Europe and from America is after Credence. It’s extremely dangerous and I don’t want you in harms way.” You argue, “Newt you know I can take care of myself.” He steps forward and tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “Y/n,” the green in his eyes flashes with unshed emotion. He continues, “My darling I’ve been with you long enough to know that I don’t want to live without you. I have a future planned for us and I don’t want to lose that future.” Blush creeps to the tip of your nose thinking about the future he was referring to and the ring you found earlier. Growing up with Newt, he knew exactly what this look meant. He smirks at you, “Y/n what do you know?” You turn away from him, cursing yourself for being so easy to read. He laughs and spins you back around, pinning you inside his arms. “Newt, let me go,” you giggle as he kisses you all over your face. “Then tell me what you know,” he laughs back. “Newt,” you squeal as he continues to attack you with kisses, his lips brushing against your hair. Finally you give in, “Alright alright I’ll tell you.” He smiles triumphantly. His hands moved to your waist, cradling you in his grasp. Looking up at him you plead, “But you have to promise not to get mad.” He raises his eyebrows, “You certainly have me intrigued now my love. I couldn’t ever get mad at you. Now, please tell me,” there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

    Sighing, you walk over to the desk and open the drawer, pulling out the ring. Newt’s face is red as a cherry. “How did you know where that was?” he asks in awe. You blubber, “Newt I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to find it. The baby nifflers got out and one was in the desk drawer. When I made him empty his pouch, the ring fell out.” Newt nods silently, running a hand through his cinnamon curls. He stands there and thinks. “Newt please say something,” you plead. He’s shaken from his daze and steps forward, meeting you at the desk. The ring is held out in your palm, and you watch as Newt takes it in his own. His voice cracking he says, “I was going to make it really special. But now that I’m going away, now seems as good of a time as any.” You gasp, realizing what he meant. Newt, someone who was naturally extremely nervous, was implying he was going to do something spontaneous. “Oh god,” you breathe, suddenly filled with anxiety. “Here goes nothing,” his voice shakes with nerves. His fingers close around the ring as he slowly kneels down. “Y/n l/n,” he begins. You’re already crying and Newt’s tears soon begin after your own. “We grew up together. I-I’ve known you for a long while. And everyday I am so thankful that I get to know you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re my w-w-world, my whole world. I never want to live a day without you by my s-s-side. So y/n, will you marry me?” His phrases rush together, coming out in a nervous stream of speech. It was Newt, but it meant it was sincere. Newt runs a hand through his curls, anxiously awaiting your answer. You beam, “Of course I’ll marry you Newt. Nothing would make me happier!” Relief floods across his face as he slips the ring on your finger. Standing back up, he kisses you deeply, picking you up and holding you in his arms. Your toes barely grazed the ground as he swayed with you in his arms, kissing you sweetly. Reluctantly you pull away and whisper, “As much as I want you to stay here with me, I think it’s time for you to go.” Newt sadly nods. Taking his hand, you lead him back up to the bedroom to pack.

    He arranged for a portkey to take him and Jacob to Paris under the radar in two hours. When he’s done packing, he turns to you and commits your image to memory. He lets out a low whistle, quite uncharacteristically. “What?” you giggle, looking back at him. He walks over to you and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “I just can’t believe you’re my fiance now,” he breathes. You blush at his compliment. Standing above where you sat on the bed he tilts your chin up again to study you. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” he tells you. You shrug the comment off. “No, you are. You’re so beautiful my y/n,” he forces you to look at him. Leaning down, he kisses you deeply. Jacob calls from the other room, “I think it’s time to go Newt!” Newt pulls away from your lips, muttering slews of swears under his breath. He pulls you up with him. Desperately you ask, “Are you sure I can’t come with?” Newt smiles but says, “It’s better this way. I promise I’ll return safely.” You playfully poke his chest, “You better Newton Scamander. Because I’m not letting go of our future.” He grins and says, “Good because I’m not either. I’ll be home with you and planning our wedding before you know it.” You nod, too choked up to speak just then. With one last passionate kiss, he exits the bedroom, briefcase in hand. When him and Jacob reach the front door, despair fills your chest. “Be safe,” you manage to choke out. He wipes a tear from your cheek and says, “I promise.” Wordlessly you nod at his reassurance. He pulls you into a tight hug, his head resting on the top of your own head. When he pulls away, he kisses your forehead sweetly and turns away, leaving with Jacob. He was too pained to look back, knowing that if he saw you standing there, tears and all, he wouldn’t go. You watch as the turn the corner and walk out of your sight.

    Two weeks later you found yourself missing Newt now more than ever. The creatures sensed your sadness as well as his absence. Newt wrote to you, assuring you he was safe, but the letters were incredibly vague for security reasons. Rereading his last letter, you sat in the basement, stroking Dougal’s fur. Dougal climbs in your lap, placing his hands on your stomach. “Dougal cut it out you’re being weird,” you push his hands away. He immediately puts them back. “Oh Dougal you weirdo,” you laugh. You tear Dougal away from you and walk upstairs to the bedroom, getting ready to take a bath. Pausing in the mirror, you glance at your reflection. Your stomach looked extremely bloated and it made you feel self conscious. “Ughhh,” you groan. Forcing yourself away from the mirror, you take your bath.

    When nightime rolls around you go back down to the case to feed the creatures dinner. Dougal again is attached at your hip, his hands wrapped around your belly. “Dougal come on what is it?” you raise your voice in annoyance. Usually Dougal would be hurt by this, but he insists on continuing to pat your belly. Sighing you tell him, “I can’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.” He looks up into your eyes and realizes you’re finally listening. Content that you were, he hops down from your lap and makes a cradling motion with his arms. “What you want me to cradle you?” you ask confused. Dougal shakes his head, but continues the cradling motion. Then he points to your belly and repeats the motion. “He thinks I’m pregnant? That’s absolutely crazy,” You tell yourself. Then your mind wanders back through the previous weeks. You gasp, “Oh shit,” and sprint up the stairs. Dougal follows.

    Running into the kitchen you look at the calendar on the wall, counting back in your mind. You were supposed to get your period three weeks ago, but you were distracted with Newt trying to lift the travel ban.When you thought back farther, you couldn’t remember getting your period for at least two months, if not more. “Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” you pace the kitchen, thoughts swarming your head. Dougal looks to you. Walking over to him you bend down to reach his eyesight, “Thank you Dougal. I would have never realized if it weren’t for you.” He kisses your cheek. Carrying him back downstairs you set him down but ask, “Dougal honey, do you know how long?” He ponders the thought. His soft paws graze your belly once again, as if communicating with the baby. When he looks back to you he holds up three fingers. You choke loudly in surprise. “Three months?” you gasp. Dougal nods. “Why don’t you stay with me?” you ask the creature shyly. He nods, taking your hand and leading you back up the stairs.

    A few hours later you sat at the kitchen table, trying to write a letter to Newt. You immediately knew you wouldn’t tell him. Not through a letter. So you settled for short and sweet.

    Dear Newt,

I am missing you terribly back here in London. It’s been raining an awful lot, which doesn’t make things much better. Do you have any idea when you’ll be coming home? I know it’s selfish of me to ask, you’ve only been gone for two weeks. Wishing you well. Hopefully you’ve at least found Tina or Queenie by now. Be safe.

All my love, your fiance,

y/n.

    Summoning an owl, you immediately send the letter off. Across the continent in Paris, France Newt sat at the kitchen table of the home of Nicholas Flamel. He rested his head in his hands, groaning. “Newt what’s wrong?” Tina cautiously approaches. He doesn’t even lift his head, muffling, “I miss y/n. I should have brought her with me. It’s wrong to be away from my fiance.” Tina’s eyes widen in shock. “Your fiance?” she squeals with delight. Newt looks up and realized he let the secret slip. “Yeah, we’re engaged. But we haven’t told anyone yet. I just want to get back to her,” he explains. Tina nods. “You will,” Tina declares. Newt laughs at her bluntness, “And how do you know that Tina?” Tina smiles, “Because I just know it. You two were meant to be together.” Newt sheepishly grins.

    Another two weeks pass and you’re lucky that you have Dougal to take care of you, because you felt useless. Flipping over on your bed you moan, “Dougal. I need someone to talk to.” He pads silently out of the room, returning a moment later with a frame in his hand. It was a picture of you, Newt, and Theseus as kids. Dougal’s furry white paw points to Theseus. Grabbing the frame you shout, “Dougal you’re a genius!” He smiles and follows you into the living room, watching you as you send a patronus message to Theseus at work.

    Theseus sits at his desk combing over paperwork, when a bright light pulls his gaze up to look at your patronus. Leta stands in the doorway and says, “Isn’t that y/n’s patronus?” Theseus nods. Your voice came through, the anxiety evident in your voice that spoke, “Theseus it’s y/n. Please come to Newt’s immediately. It’s important, I need someone to talk to.” Leta ponders the message as Theseus gets up, no hesitation, pulling on his coat. “Do you want me to come with?” Leta asks him. He shakes his head, “That’s sweet darling but no. Y/n is a private person and the only person she trusts more than me is Newt, so this is probably something she’s going to have trouble with.” Leta nods. Theseus stops in the doorway and kisses her on the cheek. “Please be careful,” Leta asks. He nods, “I will. I’ll be careful.” And then he leaves.

    You stood in the living room, twiddling your thumbs nervously. A knock comes from the door, making you jump. Dougal heads for the door but you stop him, “It’s okay Dougal I got it.” He steps back returning to the couch. Opening the door, you smile into your old friends eyes. “Theseus,” you breathe a sigh of relief. He pushes through the door into the house and hugs you close to him. “I came as soon as I got your message. You sounded worried. What’s going on?” You pulled him over to the couch, sitting him down. He eyes Dougal and says, “I thought they all stayed in your magical menagerie of a basement?” You reply cautiously, “I sort of needed a caretaker.” “Why?” he replies, his voice laced with concern. You bite your lip, “Because….” Theseus sits forward eagerly, “Because why? Merlin’s beard y/n you’re scaring me.” “FIne,” you groan, taking off the loose robe you had around your body. As soon as you set it down the answer becomes clear to Theseus. “Oh my god,” he gasps. At almost four months pregnant your belly bump was becoming increasingly noticeable to anyone who looked at you. Soon loose fitting clothes wouldn’t even hide it.

    The first thing Theseus does is hug you. He then sits you down on the couch across from him. “How long?” he asks first. You gulp, “Almost four months.” He nods, his mouth suddenly dry. He studies you carefully, as you sit there biting your lip mercilessly. He connects the dots and exclaims, “You haven’t told Newt have you?” You shake your head guiltily. “Oh y/n,” he groans. Tears prick your eyes and you shout, “Well what was I supposed to do Thes? He’s needed in Paris right now! I can’t just tell him in a letter!” Theseus hushes you, letting you cry on his shoulders. He squeezes your hand, his fingers brushing against the diamond on your finger. He lifts the ring up to peer closer at it. “And you’re engaged?” he asks. You nod. “Y/n you have to tell Newt,” he pleads. You shake your head, “I can’t. I can’t do it.” “Why not?” he asks you curiously. You answer honestly, “I won’t pull him away from the fight to save Credence. He’s just a boy.” Theseus argues, “But you have a tiny child inside you know. It could be your own little boy. Newt deserves to know he has a child on the way.” You stand your ground saying stubbornly, “Theseus, I know it doesn’t make sense. But I can’t tell him. Not yet. Please don’t say anything,” you beg. Theseus groans, “If you really don’t want me to say anything I won’t. But for the record I don’t agree with this.” “Thank you,” you sob, hugging him tightly. He stands and says, “I have to get back to the ministry. Leta and I can drop by on occasion for visits, checking up on you, does that sound good?” You nod, “Yes I would like that very much.” Theseus kisses you on top of your head and says sternly, “Rest up. You need to keep my niece or nephew healthy.” “Of course,” you smile and watch him depart. The next morning a letter arrives from Paris from Newt.

My dear y/n,

I am missing you terribly as well. It feels wrong to be apart from my fiance. I’m hoping you’re not too bored out of your mind. Theseus says he visits you sometimes. I’m glad you have the company. It makes me very sad to say this, but there is still no sign of Credence. It looks like I’m going to be here for a while. I’m sorry I didn’t let you come with, for there is nothing I would love more than to kiss your sweet lips right now. Tina and Queenie send their congratulations, I accidentally let the engagement slip. We’ll be together soon. I’m being safe.

I love you,

-Newt

    You clung to his letter like your life depended on it. They were the only things you looked forward to now, besides Theseus and Leta visiting. “Oh Newt. I miss you,” you silently sob, tears dropping onto the letter and smearing the ink. Immediately you write your reply.

My dearest Newt,

I miss you terribly as well. Tell Tina and Queenie I say thank you. I must admit I was going a little insane at the lack of human interaction. Luckily Theseus and Leta saved me from insanity and have dinner with me frequently. But nothing compares to your company. Come home soon, so I can kiss you again. My love for you grows endlessly. I’ll send you my luck that you find Credence soon and rescue him.

Love from London,

y/n

    A few weeks later, Leta knocks at your door. “Coming,” you call, teetering over to the front door. 5 months pregnant and there was no hiding it. The only thing that still fit you was your pajamas. Opening the door you smile, “Leta, a lovely surprise as always. Please come in.” Leta steps in, bags in hand and says, “I come bearing gifts.” You laugh, following her into the kitchen. “Do tell,” you implore her. Pulling out piles of clothes she replies, “I got you maternity clothes, so you don’t have to keep wearing your pajamas.” You hug her tightly, “Leta you’re a lifesaver!” you thank her. They fit perfectly and were extremely comfortable. At dinner Theseus states, “They’re getting closer to finding Credence.” You beam at the thought. Suddenly you ask, “Thes, if the ministry knows that Newt is in Paris, why haven’t you arrested him yet?” Theseus grins, “They don’t know. Only I know. Newt’s smart. He’s laying low.” You tease him, “Mr. head auror going against the rules.” Theseus shrugs, “He’s my brother. I’d do anything to protect him.” You smile at the sentiment. And when dinner is finished and Theseus and Leta turn to leave you ask, “Please keep me updated on the situation in Paris.” “We will,” they respond and depart.

    The next month you fall into a smooth, albeit depressed state. It was common place for Leta and Theseus to check on you 3 times a week. Other than that you threw yourself into new illustrations, stuffing down the pain of missing Newt. Dougal was perhaps your greatest caretaker who seemed to understand just exactly what you needed. One day, Dougal rubs your belly bump affectionately, this being not out of the normal. You smile and pat his head, “What would I do without you Dougal?” He kisses your belly. A thought suddenly occurs to you and you bend down to Dougal’s eye level. “Dougal, I have a question to ask you,” you say calmly. Dougal stares back at you, and you continue, “Dougal do you know what I’m having? Do you know, if it’s a boy or girl?” Slowly, he nods. Breathlessly you ask, “Will you tell me?” Dougal again shakes his head yes. Laying a hand on your belly again, Dougal closes his eyes in concentration. Blinking them open, he points to you, then to your belly. You shake your head in confusion. He repeats the gesture and the meaning dawns on you. “Oh. You mean I’m having a girl?” you squeak excitedly. Dougal nods. Tears of joy prick your eyes and you kiss Dougal on the cheek, thanking him. Before you can think about your little girl, Leta bursts through the door.

    She’s a wreck, her hair sticking up everywhere as she slams the door shut behind her. “Leta what is it?” you squeeze her hand, trying to calm her down. Breathlessly she answers, “Theseus… went to Paris.. Grindelwald is rallying.” You gasp, immediately panicking. Running into your bedroom, you change into wide legged dress pants and manage to pull a striped long sleeve shirt over your growing bump. You return to Leta and she eyes you questioningly. “I’m going to Paris,” you tell her. Leta shakes her head, “Absolutely not. You are six months pregnant you are not doing this.” Grabbing one of Newt’s coats, you pull it on, hastily buttoning it. “Leta I’m doing this,” you tell her firmly. Leta groans in frustration, “If anyone asks I didn’t tell. Inevitably I’ll see in Paris.” You nod and she disapparates. You glance in the mirror before leaving and take in the sight. You wore Newt’s old favorite coat, the navy blue still brightly colored. Your belly strained against the buttons and you decided to undo them. The striped shirt you wore underneath clearly showcased your bump and hung over your black dress pants. Your hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. You place a hand to your belly and say, “I’ll keep you safe baby girl. I promise.” Grabbing your wand, you think of Newt and disapparate on the spot.

    You reappeared in an ancient looking house. “Newt?” you call out. There was no answer. “Newt?” you call out again. An extremely old wizard approached you. “Can I help you?” he asks kindly. You rush up to him and beg, “Please I’m looking for my fiance Newt Scamander. Please have you seen him?” He calmly responds, “They’ve gone to the Lestrange Tomb but-” you cut him off saying, “Thank you, thank you so much!” and you disapparate. “Oh dear,” Nicholas Flamel mutters with worry.

    You reappear in a dark graveyard and look around. But you could barely see anything. Looking up, you saw the marked Lestrange tomb. Fear quivered through. Placing your own hand protectively on your belly, you swallow your fear and enter the tomb. It was empty, but there was a light coming from a staircase. “Newt?” you hiss, your voice echoing in the stone chamber. There was no answer. A rush of footsteps sounds outside the tomb and you hastily press yourself against the wall, shrinking as best you could. A swarm of aurors enter. Theseus announces to his employees, “It isn’t illegal to listen to him. Use minimum force on the crowd. We mustn’t be what he says we are.” His aurors nod and descend into the unknown chamber. Theseus goes to follow, but hears a scuffling from your hiding spot. He turns and mutters, “Lumos,” shining the light on where you stood.

    “Y/n my god what are you doing here?” he scolds you. You step forward as fast as you can and say, “Theseus if my fiance dies tonight and I don’t get to say goodbye, I would never forgive myself. I can’t sit by and watch the people I love fight this alone. Please don’t try and stop me.” Theseus groans, “Y/n you are a heavily pregnant woman about to enter your third trimester. You cannot be serious, asking me to let you go in there.” You gently squeeze his hand, “You know I’m going to do this whether you try to stop me or not.” Theseus sighs in frustration, “You better stick close behind me.” You nod and follow him down the steps.

    Immediately you grow scared. Grindelwald had thousands of followers. Thousands of people willing to follow his orders. Gulping, you grab the back of Theseus’s jacket and stick close behind him. It’s when Grindelwald states that aurors were present that Theseus whispers to you, “Please, for the love of Merlin, please stay back. I don’t want Newt to lose you. I don’t want to lose family.” You reluctantly listen, standing back against the wall at the top of the amphitheater.

    In a flash, a follower is killed by an auror and there’s an outrage. Grindelwald declares, “Take this warrior home. Now go forth from this place and spread the word. It is not we who are violent. It is not we who destroy.” Thousands of followers disapparate leaving just you, the aurors, Newt, Tina, and Queenie and Jacob. “Aurors. Join me know, contribute to a legacy of greatness. Or die,” Grindelwald’s voice echoed through the chamber. Many try to run, but his blue conjured flames engulf them. “No cheating children!” he shouts. The adrenaline of the situation moved you forward. Across from you another form also moved forward, but in the direction of Grindelwald. “Credence!” you freeze. It was Newt’s voice. Newt called desperately to the boy as Grindelwald blocked his path with blue flames. The sight of Grindelwald shooting deadly spells at your fiance inspired an anger like you’d never known inside of you. Running down the steps you shout, “Newt!” as you run to his defense.

    Turning in disbelief towards the sound of your voice, Newt is filled with conflicting emotions. He feels joy at seeing his beloved, but the joy quickly turns to horror as his eyes freeze over your belly. You were very clearly, heavily pregnant with his child. Theseus steps down to join his brother, fighting off the expanding flames. You don’t give yourself time to mourn as you watch Credence pass through the flames to Grindelwald. Reaching Newt, you stand beside the Scamander brothers and fend off the blue flames. Then Queenie crosses over. “Queenie!” you shriek her name into the air, trying to pull her back with the sound of your voice. But she too crosses over. Tina sprints forward and grabs Jacob, disapparating him to safety. “Mr. Scamander, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?” Grindelwald’s voice is cold, void of emotion. Fending off the flames, you feel the energy begin to drain out of you. Newt shouts over the flames, “Get out of here! Y/n get out of here now!” Desperation fills his voice. “I won’t leave you,” you shout back, “I can do this!” Catching a glimpse of Newt out of the corner of your eye, you see him shaking with emotion while trying to plead with you and fend off Grindelwald’s flames at the same time. “You need to go now, save our child!” he begs you. Your response is broken off by a loud but stern voice calling, “Grindelwald STOP!” He turns to look and so do the rest of you. Leta Lestrange descended the amphitheater stairs, nearing the circle. Theseus calls out to her desperately, “Leta!” She briefly looks at her fiance before continuing towards the dark wizard. Theseus pushes against the flames, trying to get to her. “Leta Lestrange. Hated by all wizards, always out of place. You have greatness within you. Time to come home,” he offers her his hand. She takes it. Newt is frozen in his surprise. Theseus continues to call desperately, “Leta please!” Grindelwald turns and moves to bring her towards the circle, but she drops her hand from his. She turns to Theseus and says, “I love you. Now get out of here. Go.” Theseus screams, blasting spells into the air, fighting desperately, to get to his beloved. Leta blasts a spell, effectively destroying the skull Grindelwald used to show his vision. She shot another spell at him, only to be deflected. The flames quickly fanned out of the circle, growing increasingly out of control. Coming to his senses Newt pulls you back and shouts, “We have to get out of here. Now!” Unable to tear your eyes away from the scene, you watch as your friend Leta Lestrange disintegrates into nothing. Newt grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. Theseus is frozen in place. And in a split second, you pull Newt towards Theseus, securing his hand in your own. The blue flames grow closer as the three of you disapparate.

    Appearing outside the tomb, you run as the flames quickly follow the three of you through the entrance. Newt pulls you against his chest, tucking the two of you into the corner of a wall, away from the flames. You breath heavily against his chest, crying into his shirt. Wordlessly, he places his arms around you and holds you close, taking in the presence of you that he’d missed so terribly the past three and a half months. The rest of the aurors and Tina contained the flames, banishing them back into the tomb. Newt wouldn’t leave your side. And when the tomb is sealed, there’s a strangled cry that echoes through the air. “Theseus,” you thought. Your heart went out to him. He’d just lost his fiance. You finally look up at Newt for this first time since he was in London. His eyes were filled with emotion as he looked down at you, the shock of the news still being processed in his head. Your voice comes out hoarse, “Newt you should go to Theseus.” He shakes his head no. “Newt, he needs you. I’m here, I’m alive,” and placing a hand on your stomach you add, “We’re okay. Please go comfort your brother.” Reluctantly Newt nods and goes to Theseus. Sighing, you turn to go find Tina.

    You find her sitting with Jacob in the grass, the two of them dead silent. Waddling over, because that's how you walked now, you whisper, “Tina, I’m so sorry.” Tina looks up at the sound of your voice and her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “Oh my god!” she shouts, jumping up. She immediately steps over to you, searching you for injuries. “Are you okay?” she asks. “I’m okay Tina. Really I am,” you reassure her. “And I’m really sorry about Queenie and Credence.” Tina nods, suppressing her sobs. You gently take her hand and sit down next to her in the grass. You each lean your head on each other’s shoulder, silently bringing one another comfort. You close your eyes and concentrate on comforting your friend.

    The grass crunches and you open your eyes to see that familiar pair of hazel green ones staring back at you. Newt looks at you lovingly. “Can we talk?” he asks softly. Nodding, you take his offered hand, and you let him lead you away to a more private area. Finally he turns and takes your hands in his, briefly smiling at the ring on your finger. He chokes on his tears, “When were you going to tell me?” It breaks you to see him so upset. You whimper, “I’m sorry Newt. I really am. But I couldn’t write to you that I was pregnant in a letter. I asked Theseus not to tell either. I knew you would fight until Credence was found and I didn’t want to take you away from that.” The words reach him, but his face is blank. “Newt please,” you cry, “I know I messed up. But we’re here now. You and I both just watched Theseus lose his fiance. Please don’t be angry with him, or me. Please don’t let this come between us.” He considers your plea and reaches a hand forward, shaking, as he brushes your tears from your cheeks. And gently he kisses you, a kiss full of sorrow and longing and love all wrapped into one. Breaking the kiss, you look up at him asking, “Does this mean you forgive me?” Newt laughs out loud, “Of course I forgive you. You are my one and only and I can’t stay mad at you, if you thought you were doing what was right.” And then for the first time ever, he places a hand on your belly. Immediately, your daughter kicks her foot up to meet her Daddy’s hand. Newt gasps, “Oh goodness.” You giggle, “She’s quite the kicker.” Newt freezes, his eyes flashing up to yours. “She?” he wonders. You nod, tears filling your own eyes. “Yep. We’re having a little baby girl,” you tell your fiance. Newt beams with pride at you. “You are such a trooper,” he praises you. Your face flushes. Newt’s voice comes out strangled as he asks, “So is she okay?” His hand moves to your stomach again. You place your hand on top of his as you say, “Yes, she's okay. I can feel it.” And suddenly Newt lifts you up, wrapping his arms around you tightly, cradling you against his body. You giggle, “Newt honey, you should probably put me down.” He panics, “Of course,” and gently sets you down. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he smiles radiantly, joy ebbing from every inch of him. You nod, pressing your forehead against his. “You’re gonna be a dad,” you confirm his thoughts. And the two of you stand there for god knows how long, wrapped in a tight embrace, your baby kicking joyfully at the reunion of her parents.

    The weeks following Grindelwald’s rally were not easy. Sorrow could be felt throughout the ministry and everyone in your house. And when Theseus doesn’t return to work after two weeks, you and Newt decide to pay him a visit. Knocking softly on the door of his rather large home, you wait to hear an answer. There is none. “Alohomora,” you whisper, unlocking the front door. You step inside, Newt following. “Theseus?” you call out his name. There’s no understandable reply, only a grown that comes from the couch. Following the noise, you gasp as you happen upon Theseus who lays on his stomach on his sofa, a bottle of whiskey dangling in his hand. “Oh merlin,” you sigh. Newt groans and walks over to his brother. “Theseus get up,” Newt commands. Theseus looks at his brother curiously, it was rare to for Newt to be bossy. “Come on, get up!” Newt tears the bottle from his brother’s hand and forces him to sit up. You approach the two boys and sit them both down on the couch. “Newt,” you order, “Be gentle.” Then you turn to your future brother-in law, “Theseus. You can’t turn to the bottle. You need to come back to work. The ministry needs you now more than ever. The world needs you.” Theseus looks up at you and sighs, “How am I supposed to do it now that Leta’s gone.” Your heart breaks for him, and you squeeze his hands. “We’ll help you,” you promise. “Right Newt?” you add. Newt chimes in, “Of course we will.” Theseus, suddenly embarrassed picks himself up off the couch and walks into the kitchen. You and Newt follow. “I’ll return to the ministry tomorrow. Thank you,” he says sincerely. Newt awkwardly hugs his brother and then lets you say goodbye. “You can do this,” you tell him, planting a kiss to his cheek. He smiles at your encouragement. Turning back to Newt, you let him grab your hand and disapparate.

    For you and Newt you spent most days doing research on blood pacts, determined to break the one Dumbledore had with Grindelwald. One sunny March day, you wake up next to Newt, and have to have him pull you up out of bed. “God this is getting so difficult,” you groan as he helps you stand up. Rubbing a hand on your sore stretching belly, you sigh. Wandering over to the closet you put on black trousers and a soft, thin, long sleeve lavender sweater. You insisted on wearing Newt’s old coat, it still smelled like him and New York. Placing a hand on your knee, you reach down and try to pick up your shoes. “Come on,” you mutter under your breath, trying to reach your fingers towards them. Behind you Newt looks on, slightly amused. “Almost got them,” you sweat. Newt strolls in beside you and sweeps your shoes up with one try. “Not fair,” you moan. Newt laughs and says, “Come darling. Let me help.” So you let him. Sitting on the bed, he gently slips the boots on your feet. Pulling you up, he brushes the hair from your face and says, “Ready to go my love?” You nod breathlessly. Everything was tiring these days. Newt wraps a protective arm around you and disapparates.

    The two of you reappear in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s. “You go ahead and sit down, I’ll let the nurse know we’re here.” “Thanks,” you breathe as you sit down. Shortly Newt returns and places his hand in yours, waiting anxiously for the doctor. His leg thumped mercilessly, his whole demeanor exuding nervousness. “Newt honey,” you squeeze his hand, “This is normal to get a check up. Everything is fine. She’s going to be fine. I promise.” He nods, and lifts your hand to his lips, kissing it with gratitude. Soon the healer calls you into his office. Newt pulls you up from your seat and you walk to the room.

    “And how are we today Scamander’s?” he asks cheerily. You smile, “We’re okay. I can move pretty well, except when I have to bend over.” The healer nods knowingly and says, “Yes that will happen towards the end.” Newt asks anxiously, “How far along is she exactly?” The healer passes his wand over your belly briefly before answering, “36 weeks.” Newt gulps audibly. Finishing up the appointment the healer declares, “Well you’re fine to continue regular activity. Just try not to overextend your energy okay?” You nod. “Thank you so much,” Newt shakes his hand. Returning to the waiting room you ask, “Ready to go see Albus?” Today was one of the days you would compare research on the blood pact with Dumbledore, so you would have to travel to Hogwarts. Newt moans, “I’m going to have to meet you there unfortunately darling. I need to check up with Theseus on any suspicious sightings.” You nod, “Okay. Just don’t be too long.” Newt kisses your forehead promising, “I won’t be. I love you darling.” “I love you too Newt,” you squeeze his hand and leave, disapparating for Hogwarts.

    You met Dumbledore in his office, smiling at your former professor entranced in his work. “Professor Dumbledore?” you knock on the open door. He beams at you, “Y/n it’s so lovely to see you. And look how you glow.” You smile at his compliment. “Thank you,” you step into the office. Albus offers you a seat and a cup of tea. You take it gratefully. “Newt should be here in a few minutes,” you tell him. He nods. “How is your pregnancy going?” he asks politely. You smile, “Much faster now that Newt knows.” Dumbledore laughs lightheartedly saying, “Yes I imagine it would be.” Taking a sip of tea he continues, “Newt never got a chance to tell me, what are you having?” Beaming with pride you reply, “We’re having a girl.” Dumbledore breathes in awe, “That’s wonderful news. Congratulations.” Silence follows and the minutes tick by each second Newt doesn’t arrive. Breaking the silence Albus continues, “Have you thought of a name?” Grinning sheepishly you say, “I have.” He laughs and responds, “Well? Care to indulge me?” You lightly blush as you say the name you’d thought of in your head. “Demi.” Dumbledore nods thoughtfully, looking somewhat puzzled. You explain, “When I was pregnant, before the rally in Paris, I didn’t have anyone to talk care of me. Dougal, our demiguise stepped up and watched over me when Theseus couldn’t. I don’t think the baby would be here without him.” “That’s a beautiful sentiment,” Dumbledore tells you, briefly holding your hand.

    When you finish your tea, you stand and begin to pace the floor of your old Professor’s office. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” he tries to reassure you. But Dumbledore can’t hide the flicker of concern on his own face. Biting your nails you decide not to comment. Because Newt should have been here by now, there was no doubt about that. You subconsciously place a hand on your belly whispering, “Don’t worry. Daddy will be here soon, I promise.” As if on cue, the cinnamon haired, freckled faced Magizoologist bursts through the door.

    Dumbledore immediately urges, “What is it?” Newt replies breathless, “Grindelwald’s called his followers to Moscow. Another rally, but this time they plan to stand against the muggles.” “Oh god,” you gasp. This wasn’t good. “Then you must go,” Dumbledore announces. Newt sighs, “I suppose you’re right. And you still haven’t broken the pact?” Dumbledore shakes his head, “No. I still can’t fight against him.” Groaning in frustration Newt says, “Alright I’ll go.”

    With heavy steps, you move forward and ask softly, “I suppose you’ll insist that I stay back here?” You’re shocked to hear Newt reply, “Absolutely not. I don’t want you out of my sight. Besides that I know you’ll follow no matter what and I would rather be able to protect you.” You grin like a fool. “Well let’s go then,” you close the distance and take his arm. Dumbledore approaches the both of you and says, “Please be careful. Don’t lose sight of what’s important.” Newt gulps and nods. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, you disapparate to Russia.

    When you arrive, Newt immediately pulls you into an alleyway. “What are you doing?” you hiss at him. He replies urgently, “Y/n, this isn’t like the other rallies. They’re going after muggles this time which means that they’re not holding back. They won’t hesitate to kill.” Gulping you respond, “Newt I know it’s scary, but I’m not sitting on the sidelines okay? It’s not gonna happen.” He groans loudly, cursing audibly. “Fine. Please stick close to me. And button up, I don’t want you to be a target,” Newt says trying to button his old coat over your belly. You laugh, “Newt it’s not gonna work. I’m 8 months pregnant. It’s not gonna button.” He doesn’t hide the fear on his face. There’s a loud blast that sounds from not that far away. “Stay close to me,” he repeats. He swiftly walks down the street, and you follow close behind.

    Seconds later there was another loud blast and you watch with horror as a building not 100 feet away crumples. There’s wailing in the street as hundreds of injured muggles and wizards lay in the dust. Another loud crash and there’s more collapsing structures. “Oh god,” you gag as the smell of blood begins to fill the air. Theseus comes sprinting up to the two of you. “Search for survivors!” he shouts. So you reluctantly walk away from Newt, moving aside the rubble with your wand to check for any injured victims. Most of the bodies around you were already dead. Then there’s a tiny wailing coming from beneath a fallen door. Walking over as fast as you can, you lift the door with your wand and discover a tiny 4 year old boy, crying softly. Despite your massive belly, you bend down on your knees and grab the child’s hand. “Hey,” you get his attention. He flinches. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” you reassure him. His shockingly blue eyes stare up at you from underneath a pile of sandy locks. The boy had a large gash in his cheek, and various cuts and bruises, but other than that he seemed okay. He was petrified. “Let me help you. Can I take you to a safe place?” you ask him. Wordlessly, he nods. Channeling your motherly instincts, you scoop the boy into your arms, carrying away from the destruction.

    Moving down the city block you call out, “Theseus? Newt? Anyone?” There’s a thick layer of smoke lying in the air. Coughing, you try to peer through it. A figure jogs up to you. It’s Theseus. “What’s going on? Where’s Newt?” he questions. You shake your head, “I don’t know, I don’t know. But where are we bringing the survivors? I need to get him to safety,” you gesture to the scared little boy in your arms. Theseus informs you, “There’s a tent set up with healers from St. Mungo’s down the block and around the corner. Keep looking for survivors when you’re done. I’m going to try and find Newt.” He doesn’t wait for a reply and instead turns and runs back into the smoke.

    “Come on, let’s take you somewhere safe,” you murmur in the boys ear, trying to comfort him as you waddled down the block. He cries and whimpers into your shoulder. Trying to distract him you ask, “What’s your name?” He sniffles, “Dima.” You readjust him in your arms and say, “Well Dima we’re almost there.” Sure enough you round the corner and there’s a large tent with St. Mungo’s healers. “Dima before I let the nurses check on you, did you have any other family members with you back there?” He sobs, “No. I was out getting food for my momma and sister. Then that building collapsed.” You offer reassuring cooes and walk up to the first healer you see. Smiling, she waits for you to tell her the situation. “This is Dima,” you tell her, “He was found in the rubble under one of the collapsed buildings. I’m going to look for his family. Please watch over him.” The healer replies, “Of course we will take excellent care of Dima.” You set him down gently and kneel in front of him. “You’re going to go with this nice lady now okay? She’s going to make sure everything is alright.” He nods, sniffling. You wipe the tears from his cheeks and say, “Be safe Dima.” He wraps his small arms around you and gives you one last hug before taking the healer’s hand and walking away with her.

    The smoke grew thicker. Covering your nose with the sleeve of Newt’s coat you cough, and push forward. “Newt! Theseus!” you shout into the air. It was eerily quiet. Then a female calls out, struggling to form words, “Y/n! Over here!” Following the voice you gasp as you happen upon Tina, who is lodged underneath piles of stone from one of the falling structures. Swallowing your nausea, you notice a bone protruding from her thigh, her leg clearly broken. Bending down to check on her you ask, “Tina are you alright?” She struggles to put words together, coughing profusely. Her eyes widen at the sight behind you and she manages to choke out, “Behind you!” Whipping around, you watched as one of Grindelwald’s followers approached. Their eyes were glued hungrily to Tina, a murderous glint in them. As they raise their wand, you shout, “Bombarda Maxima!” Stone rains around the woman, but she continues to advance towards you. “Protego!” you shield yourself and Tina from a lethal spell. Panic rises up in your throat. “Confringo!” you bellow. The woman is blasted back and knocked into a stone wall, becoming unconscious. Coughing you turn to Tina, “I have to obliviate her. Then you need medical attention.” Rushing forward to obliviate said woman, you’re stopped by a shooting pain running through your stomach. “Oh god!” you wail in pain. Worriedly, you press a hand to your stomach, concerned for your baby. A thick sense of dread fills you as you feel your pants grow wet. “Oh no,” you begin crying. You felt the baby drop. Another blast in the distance pulls your from your daze and you pull yourself together, suppressing your sense of impending doom.

    Ignoring the woman who attacked Tina, you walk doubled over to Tina, as a contraction washes over you. “Ahhh!” you moan in pain. When you reach Tina she looks at you worriedly. Standing above her, the rubble left dirt all over your face and your hair falls around you in frizzy strands. You clutch your stomach and groan out, “Tina. The baby. She’s coming.” Still useless with her broken leg Tina doesn’t hesitate in telling you, “Go!” You shake your head, “But Tina you’ll be trapped here!” She objects, “Y/n, someone will find me. Your baby is coming now. Grindelwald is here, you need to go. Now!” It takes everything you have in you to tear yourself away from her but you leave her with a promise, “I’ll come back. I’ll make sure someone finds you!” She simply responds, “Go!”

    As you struggled to continue you, the contractions grew more intense. You soon realize you’re not going to be able to keep walking like this. Another contraction hits you and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing away the pain. Your legs give out beneath you and you cry out in pain. “Newt!” you shriek your fiance’s name into the air. Muttering through the contractions you whisper to your belly, “Just hold on baby girl. Please hold on.” “Newt!” you shriek again, hopeless. “Merlin’s beard,” you grit your teeth. Pulling out your wand you send a patronus to Newt, only managing to get out the phrase, “She’s coming now. St. Mungo’s tent.” Sending the patronus off with your last bit of energy you close your eyes briefly. In a last ditch effort you send red sparks up into the air, above the smoke, signaling you needed help.

    Time crawled as you pushed through your contractions, swallowing the pain. “Please baby girl just hold on a little longer,” you speak down to your bump. Another contraction hits and you moan in agony, your surroundings beginning to spin. “Oh no,” you slap your cheek, trying to stay focused. You could not faint now. Absolutely not. Footsteps echo in your ear, seemingly surreal. Looking up, you see Theseus standing above you.

    The sleeve of his suit jacket was torn and blood dripped from a gash on his forehead, but he was there. He found you. “Thes,” you grunt, reaching for his hand. His eyes nearly drill a hole in your head, his look filled with worry. “Y/n what’s happening?” he pleads. Sweat dripping from your forehead you manage to gasp out, “Baby. She’s coming. Now.” Theseus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He babbles, “We’ll get you to the medical tent. Come on.” He grabs your hand to disapparate but you stop him. “Theseus I can’t disapparate. The baby,” you beg. Without a second thought your future brother-inlaw scoops your heavily pregnant body into his arms and carries you away. He jogs as quickly as he can towards the medical tent.

    Meanwhile Newt finished fending off another one of Grindelwald’s followers. And before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, your glowing white patronus approaches him. His mind goes fuzzy as he hears you utter, “She’s coming now. St. Mungo’s tent.” “Oh god,” he runs a hand through his hair, his worry consuming him.

    Theseus rushes into the tent, nearly dropping you. “I need a healer!” he shouts frantically. A young woman approaches and quickly assesses the situation. “How many contractions?” she asks as her and Theseus move you onto a cot. Theseus looks to you to answer the question. “Maybe 20,” you grunt as another one hits. Another healer comes with a wet cloth and wipes the sweat from your eyes. “Deep breathes,” she urges. Theseus politely turns away as they assess how far along you are in delivering. The first healer declares, “You’re nearly there. Just a couple more contractions and it’ll be time to deliver.” Panic fiils you. “Where’s Newt? I sent him a message,” you moan and squirm in pain. Theseus crashes to his knees beside you, letting you squeeze his hand. “He’ll be here. He’ll be here,” he reassures you. Squeezing his hand till it’s purple you push through another contraction. “Theseus,” you begin. Knowing you well he shakes his head immediately, “I’m not leaving you alone. I won’t leave. At least not until Newt gets here.”

    Not knowing where it is, Newt apparates to where the two of you first arrived and searches around desperately for any sign of medical staff. “Y/n!” he cries out. He feels hopeless, but then a ministry wizard passes him. Grabbing him by the collar Newt begs, “Where is the medical tent?” The man wordlessly points to the left. Newt races in that direction and sees the tent growing closer, pushing him to run harder to get to his girls.

    “Aghhh!” you cry out in pain, this time pulling at fists of fabric on Theseus’s suit jacket. Theseus dabs your forehead with the cloth, murmuring comforting thoughts. “Newt’s not here yet,” you sob helplessly. The healer checks you and announces, “She’s ready to come out. You’re going to have to push now.” Despair fills you. “Please he’s not here yet!” you beg. The healer sympathizes but states, “I can’t slow this baby down.” Suddenly your prayers were answered as your tall fiance with cinnamon hair barrelled towards you. “I’m here my love I’m here,” he announces, crashing onto his knees beside you. “Y/n 20 seconds until you push,” the healer declares. Groaning, you grab Theseus by his tie and plead between sharp gasps, “Thes. Tina. Trapped under rubble. Her leg. Broken. Find her!” Theseus nods and promises, “I’ll find her.” He leaves without a second look.

    Newt knelt beside you whispering a thousand apologies in your ear. “Y/n it’s time to push,” the healer declares. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be a mother,” you sob into Newt’s chest, admitting your worst fears. Newt assures you, “If anyone can do this you can. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to her. You can do this. Now push, push as hard as you can.” Nodding at your fiance, you squeeze your eyes shut tight, grinding your teeth. White hot pain flashes through your lower half as you deliver your precious child. And then the pain is replaced by an immediate release of pressure. Sighing, you collapse against Newt’s upper body, which leaned over the cot supporting you. Then your world shifted.

    Soft, tiny wails fill your senses. Immediately you blink your eyes open, searching for you daughter. Turning your neck, you see her lying in her father’s arms who stood above you, cradling her so gently. The sight stole all of your breath away. Newt’s mixed green eyes were filled with emotion as he stared down at his child. You’d never seen him so transfixed before. Watching silently, you listen as Newt’s voice shakes, “You are so beautiful. Just like your mother.” You manage a small laugh, “Thanks.” Newt’s eyes shoot down to you and he smiles. Scooting over, you motion for Newt to sit down beside you with your daughter. He sits next to you and croaks, “I never thought I could love something so much.” You nod knowingly, “I know what you mean.” Newt presses a kiss to your forehead and asks, “Do you want to hold your daughter?” You nod, overcome with emotion. Newt hands you your beautiful girl and you look upon your bundle of joy for the first time.

    She instantly moved you to tears. With tiny cinnamon curls and freckles just like her father, her eyes blinked back at you, the same color as your own. She scrunched her nose and cooed softly. “Oh she’s perfect,” you breathe. Newt nods. “I love her so much,” Newt brushes the soft baby curls from his daughter’s forehead. Then he asks, “What should we call her?” You immediately respond, “Demi. It has to be Demi. When you were in Paris Dougal took care of me. She wouldn’t be alive without his help.” Newt is overcome with emotion but manages to choke out, “This is why I love you,” at the idea of you naming your child after one of his creatures. “So Demi?” you ask. “Demi,” he confirms. Demi seems to like this as she cooes with contentment, flashing her large eyes at you. “I would do anything for her,” Newt states. You nod, agreeing with him. A crash pulls you from your daze to the entrance of the tent. Theseus stumbles in, carrying Tina in his arms. “Oh thank god,” you sigh in relief at Tina finally getting medical attention. Once she’s tended to Theseus starts to walk over.

    His gaze falls to his niece and you hear him take in a sharp gasp. “My god she’s gorgeous,” he whispers. You smile, “I know.” Newt asks his brother, “Would you like to hold her?” Theseus nods eagerly. So Newt hands his brother his newborn daughter and watches as he stares adoringly at his niece. “What’s happening out there?” you cautiously ask Theseus. Tearing his gaze from Demi he says, “The situation is contained. For now. The department of the Statute of Secrecy as well as the healers will take it from here. We have 30 attackers in custody. I have to go to the ministry soon. But I couldn’t without meeting my niece first.” You grin at his affection for the tiny girl. Looking to Newt, you both think the same thing. Newt nods his head in approval so you ask, “Thes? Will you be her godfather?” Moved to tears, he nods his head emphatically. After another five minutes of staring at his godchild, Theseus sighs, “I have to get going. But I want you two to stay home and enjoy this. Keep her safe.” Handing Demi back to you Theseus asks, “What’s her name?” You grin, “You might not get it. But her name’s Demi.” Theseus manages to suppress an eyeroll and replies, “I grew up with Newt. I understand exactly.” Smiling you whisper, “Thank you Theseus. For finding me earlier.” He nods. Pressing a kiss to Demi’s tiny forehead, he reluctantly leaves.

    Hours pass as you and Newt stare lovingly at your child while you regain your energy. After introducing Tina to your precious baby girl, Newt admits, “I would very much like to go back home with your now.” “Me too,” you sigh. You hand the baby to Newt, trusting him to disapparate with her. Taking his other hand, your brand new family goes home.

    It felt good to be back in your London home. You sit on the couch in the living room, cradling Demi, while Newt puts your coats away. A thought occurs to you. “Newt?” He walks over to you planting a kiss to your cheek before answering with a soft, “Hmmm?” You laugh, “We don’t have a nursery.” Newt laughs with you, “No we don’t do we.” A small paw tugs at your pants and you look down to see your daughter’s namesake, Dougal the Demiguise. “Dougal what is it?” you ask him. He turns and saunters off, leaving you and Newt to follow.

    He walks into the bedroom you share with Newt and proudly presents a white wicker baby bassinet. “Dougal it’s beautiful,” you praise him. He smiles proudly. Gently, you sit on your bed and rock Demi as she softly mewls. Newt watches on, transfixed by the beauty of you holding his child, the girl that was as much like you as she was like him. His daughter. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride. Wordlessly he sits down beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Dougal tip toes with curiosity, anxious to see the child he protected inside you. Holding her down to his height you tell him, “Dougal, this is Demi. Our baby.” Dougal brushes her tiny curl from her face and smiles widely at the tiny child. He gently squeezes her tiny hand with his own and admires her quietly. When he’s content, he walks back down stairs.

    You could sit there for hours, staring at this gorgeous human being. “I love that she has your curls and freckles,” you confess to Newt. He chuckles, “And I love that she has your eyes.” Leaning into Newt’s chest, you let your daughter rest in between the two of you. “We’re so unbelievably lucky,” you whisper. Newt replies, “I’m lucky. I have the two most beautiful girls in the world.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head and breathes in your ear, “I love you so much. You have given me the greatest gift.” You beam with pride, “I love you too Newt.” And neither of you sleep that night. Instead, you both watch from the bed, snuggled tightly together, gazing upon your sleeping angel.

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Our Little Secret Epilogue (Merlin & Child!Reader, Mordred X Reader)

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and 14

Summary: An old friend returns from the grave to to find the world he abandoned is not quite as he remembers it, nor are its people.

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Warnings: author insert but u can’t prove anything, cursing probably, grieving, minor injuries, blood, mentions of death, mentions of funerals, REUNIONS

Word Count: 3,526

Note: i’m so proud of this okay lancelot became more important than i thought he would be and also i didn’t kill the dog are u proud of me??? u should be i was really planning on it. Thus ends Our Little Secret. I hope you enjoyed it as much as i did!!!!

nobody guessed the amount of title drops (it was 23) but i wasn’t actually gonna keep this from u lmao no

    It was as bright a day as any in Camelot, a day like any other. The knights were training in the field, the children were playing in the lower town, and the king was hunting in the woods with his servant.

    “Wonderful day, Merlin. Don’t you think?” Arthur asked, his horse trotting at a leisurely rate.

    Merlin laughed. “Sure, if you consider hunting wonderful. I’d rather be home-- asleep.”

    “You have no sense of adventure, even after all these years,” Arthur sighed.

    “That’s exactly why I have none,” his companion scoffed. “I’m done with adventure, thank you.”

    As soon as the words left his mouth, a branch snapped in the forest, making both men jump. Arthur drew his sword when a figure emerged from the woods. However, the man that appeared seemed harmless, as he was grasping his side and was close to collapsing.

    “Who are you?” Arthur spat. “Show your face.”

    He tried to speak, but refused to look up, so neither could hear him.

    “I order you to show yourself!”

    It was then he looked up, blood dripping from his mouth as he fell to his knees. His face was pale, his hair wild, yet they both recognised him instantly.

    Arthur dismounted, eyes wide as Merlin spoke a name no one had in years.

    “Lancelot?”

    Days before Samhain, (Y/N) invaded Lancelot’s room. She entered without a word of warning, flopping onto the knight’s small but comfy bed. He stood behind a screen, changing out of his armour.

She blew a raspberry, letting her legs fall over the side of the bed. Suddenly, a thought came to her. She should tell Lancelot.

“I want to be a knight.”

There was a moment of silence. (Y/N) felt her heart clench tighter with each millisecond that passed without speech. Lancelot paused in his movements. She could tell because of the rattle of his chain mail that suddenly stopped. After a second, it was back again and he was finishing up.

“Oh?” He asked.

She felt her breath leave her. “I don’t want to be a serving girl for the rest of my life. But I can’t do anything with magic. So, I want to be a knight.”

“And how--?” He started to ask, appearing from behind the screen, dressed in comfortable clothes rather than his uniform. “--do you plan to do that?”

“Well,” she hummed almost sheepishly, “I’ll need a teacher. And I’ll have to convince Arthur to let me do it.”

Lancelot shrugged and crossed the room. She took up the bottom half of the bed, so he laid horizontally across the top, glancing over at her with a sparkle in his eyes. He lifted his arms to lay under his head.

“That shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“You think?”

He shook his head. “If you’re trained well enough, Arthur would have no quarrel.”

“But I wonder who would teach me,” she said, faking thought.

She obviously had an idea in her head of who would. It was a foolish little hope, but seeing as Lancelot wasn’t against her being a knight, she thought he would accept.

“Someone in mind?” Lancelot teased, knowing full well who she wanted as her teacher.

(Y/N) flipped over on the bed and sat on her knees instead, looking down at the man. “Do you really think I could be a knight?”

“Well, it is hard work,” he said with a joking smirk. “Perhaps something a lady isn’t suited for.”

She huffed and hit his chest without much effort. He laughed loudly and pulled her wrist to drag her into a bear hug. She squeaked in protest and fought against his arms as he tickled her sides. The girl screamed for him to let her go, but he refused.

When he did stop, he hugged her tightly. “I do think you could be one, (Y/N). If anyone could, it would be you.”

“Will you train me, then?” (Y/N) asked with wide eyes, turning to face him.

Lancelot grinned. “After Samhain,” he said, touching his finger to her nose lightly, “We’ll talk about it.”

“YES!” She cheered, flinging herself at his neck to hug him again. “I won’t let you down, Lancelot! I promise!”

He shook his head, a permanent smile painted on his face. “You never do.”

    (Y/N) shifted her feet in the grass, sword raised high as she readied herself for the attack. Three men surrounded her, each of different stature and skill. As such, she spun slowly, watching each man’s movement to be sure she was ready for whoever struck first.

    Despite expecting it to be the big one, it was actually the smallest, who swung at her with such speed that she almost fell over dodging his blow. Nonetheless, the sword just barely missed her and she whirled around the man, kicking him into the burlier one. Both fell over while she focused her attention on the last, who engaged in a violent duel with her.

    In the end, she was simply too quick and used their own size against them, constantly making them run into each other. Eventually, the small and big ones were knocked onto the ground, though the last enemy remained standing. (Y/N) went to hit him again, but he raised his hand to stop her.

    “Alright,” he announced, “That’s enough.”

    (Y/N) stopped, breathing heavily as he dropped his hand. On the ground, the bigger man stood and helped the smaller one up, both of them out of breath and in pain, seeing as the young woman had rightly bested them.

Leon couldn’t help but a smile at the sight of his two friends so exhausted. “You did well, (Y/N).”

“You’re getting faster,” Percival muttered as he brushed himself off.

She passed her sword to Leon and laughed a little. “It helps that you three are predictable.”

    “Predictable!” Gwaine, the last of the trio, huffed indignantly. He reached over to ruffle her hair. “That’s just rude.”

    (Y/N) glared at him, smacking his hand away. She smiled playfully. “I’ll show you rude!”

    Thus, she leapt upon him, starting a wrestling match that made Percival and Leon laugh, not to mention Elyan and the others around them on the training grounds.

    Up in the castle, a shadow lingered in the throne room window, watching the scene below. He was shaken from his own thoughts by a solitary voice questioning him, as it had been for nearly an hour.

    “And this sorceress that found you--” Arthur started, “Did she tell you anything? Perhaps why she brought you back or how?”

    The others in the room, namely Merlin, Gaius, and Gwen, awaited his answer anxiously.

    Lancelot shook his head. “Not anything I could understand. The language she spoke was English, but it was-- it was rugged and almost primitive. It was like riddles. I couldn’t get a word of it.”

    “Alright, you handsome bastard. Up and at ‘em. I didn’t murder a man for nothing. Time to send you back to Camelot before my readers murder me.”

    Lancelot grasped his side, which still ailed him, but not enough that it prevented him from standing. He looked out the window again, watching as the mysterious lady knight was pulled apart from Sir Gwaine and they gave up their fight in good humour. She was greeted by a young man with dark curls, who kissed her sweetly and said something that made her smile.

    Arthur joined him at the window, following his gaze. “See something interesting?”

    “A lady knight?” The dead man questioned. “You truly have changed Camelot for the better, Arthur.”

    “Thank you,” the king answered. “But...”

He glanced back at the others, who all smiled knowingly. Gwen motioned for him to go on, excited for Lancelot to know, but Merlin beat both of them to it.

“That’s no ordinary lady,” Merlin grinned.

Lancelot turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. “No?” He looked back at the window, then to the others again, eyes wide. “You can’t mean--”

It came to him as a sudden realisation, a brick wall to the face. That lady knight was none other than (Y/N), who had been merely a teenager when Lancelot died. They had been great friends, so much so that the girl considered him an older brother, much like Merlin had been to her. He was a role model to her, seeing as her greatest wish in all the world was to become a knight. It seemed that she had accomplished all that she wanted and more.

“Little (Y/N),” Lancelot whispered in awe. He frowned when he remembered the young man next to her. “And the boy assaulting her?”

    Gwen laughed. “That’s Mordred. I think he’s more than earned the right to kiss her.”

    “Speak for yourself,” Merlin muttered.

    Lancelot glanced at the young warlock. “Nice to know we agree on that,” he sighed. “Anything else I should know?”

    “Uh,” Merlin cleared his throat. “They know. About my magic and (Y/N)’s.”

    “Finally,” Lancelot laughed. “Must be nice to get that off your chest.”

    Merlin laughed. “You have no idea.”

    “Lancelot?” A young (Y/N) entered the knight’s room hesitantly, knocking on the door slightly.

    He appeared from behind a screen, fully donned in armour and ready to go. He grabbed his sword from a table and slid it into its sheath, finally meeting the teenager’s eyes after he did so.

    “Yes?” When she didn’t reply at first, he sighed. “I have to go, (Y/N). The others will leave without me if I don’t and Arthur needs to be protected.”

    “Merlin says he’s determined to sacrifice himself,” she whispered.

    Lancelot’s gaze softened. He strode over to her and took her by the shoulders into a hug. “He’ll be fine. Merlin and I will keep him safe. I promise.”

    “Magic always comes with a price,” she said. “Someone will have to die. But if you let me come, maybe I could find a spell--”

    “No. It’s too dangerous. I won’t let you risk discovery like that.” He went silent. “All of them will return. Every single one.”

    “Time to go,” said Merlin, appearing in the doorway.

He saw their tight embrace and (Y/N)’s worried expression, cracking a small fond smirk. They were like the two siblings he’d never had, if he was honest.

Merlin sighed a little. “Don’t worry about us or Arthur, (Y/N).”

“That’s cruel of you to ask,” she huffed through Lancelot’s armour, which her face was buried in.

Lancelot laughed a little. “Don’t worry. Merlin will take care of us. Won’t you?”

“I promise,” Merlin grinned, not thinking much of the statement. “We’d better go.”

The sorcerer nodded at Lancelot, then exited the room, giving them a moment before they had to catch up with the others.

    The loyal knight released the girl and, with a soft smile, kissing her forehead fondly. He spoke not another word before leaving the room. She went to stop him, to get him to say a proper goodbye, but words failed her. She glanced down at her hands, heart sinking.

    “Goodbye,” (Y/N) whispered.

    This day was anything but normal for (Y/N).

As soon as morning training was over, she called Spot to her side and proceeded into the forest, otherwise alone. She walked with purpose toward a clearing, which was entirely empty except for a large boulder surrounded by various flora. The rock had been taken from a cave nearby, a place the young woman knew well. It was where she had first befriended Merlin, so it felt appropriate to take a memorial marker from there.

Taking a knee in front of the stone, (Y/N) said a quiet greeting before shifting to sit criss-cross. She laid her sword gently before the marker, having removed it from its sheath. Old Spot then whimpered and lied down around the stone, watching as his master picked at grass and sighed.

After a long vigil of silence, she spoke.

“I told myself I would never drive myself to the point where I needed to talk to you,” she said. “But I suppose things change.”

She spoke not to the dog, but to the stone he protected. She did not speak loud enough for anyone in the woods to hear her, but if they lingered at the edge of the clearing, her voice would be clear as day.

“I miss you,” she muttered. “It’s difficult, watching everyone so happy, so peaceful. And knowing that you never got to see it. It’s difficult to be happy. Whenever I imagined myself as a knight, you were always there with me; teaching me, training me. But you’re not here and--”

(Y/N) sniffled, begging herself not to cry. She took a deep breath to restore her sanity and continued to speak.

“I think you’d be proud of me. I hope you’re proud of me.” Her words were almost silent, but her next statement was louder. “That day-- the day when it happened, I thought it was Arthur I needed to say goodbye to. It was him I cried over and recounted every good memory with. When he came back, I was happy beyond words, but, then…”

The poor girl had begun to cry, tears dripping down her face and onto the grass. Her tears watered the flowers, but they drowned her own heart.

“Arthur has returned!”

The second the cry went out, (Y/N) was racing from the highest tower in the castle to the courtyard. She had been keeping watch for the knights, Arthur, and Merlin for hours, but the gate guards saw them before she did, miraculously. Nearly tripping over herself multiple times, the girl managed to descend tens upon tens of staircases and make it to the entrance steps before even Gwen.

When she made it there, she found all of them dismounting their horses. (Y/N) barely registered their dismal faces, especially when they saw her.

“Arthur!”

She raced down the stairs to meet Arthur as soon as he was on the ground, crushing him in a hug. The others glanced between each other. Merlin found himself unable to breathe as he looked at the girl, so happy that Arthur had made it back alive. How could he give her the news?

Arthur was shaking as he held her. He was frozen otherwise, unable to move or to give her comfort. His face was solemn, while his eyes were bloodshot from crying.

“You’re alive! You made it!” (Y/N) rambled to him, not noticing his odd behaviour.

Meanwhile, Gwen appeared at the entranceway and began to descend the stairs. She, however, instantly noticed that something was off and stopped before she reached Arthur and (Y/N).

“I knew you’d be alright. Lancelot said you’d be, right L--?” She looked around him to address the knight, but he wasn’t there. “Where’s Lancelot?

Leon, Gwaine, Elyan, and Percival were the only knights standing there. They could not bear to meet her gaze, except for Leon. He had given the speech to family members of fallen knights many times, but this one defeated him. He could not find the words to comfort her.

“Is he alright? Is he hurt? Did you leave him in the woods?” (Y/N) began to spout out random excuses. The one most prominent in her mind was one she dared not speak. “Did Morgana take him? Do we need to rescue him? Is he--?”

Arthur interrupted her, pulling something from his saddlebag and holding it out to her.

It was a red cape, dirtied and torn, but neatly folded. This was ruined when (Y/N) clutched it in her shaking hands, turning it into a bundle of dusty cloth.

“What do you think?”

“Hm, it’s a little long for you.”

“It’s not like I’m tripping over it. I’ll grow into it, anyway.”

“I doubt you’ll grow more, (Y/N). You’ll just be stuck as a tiny person forever.”

“Hey! I’m not tiny!”

Tears stung (Y/N)’s eyes.

The rest of the world became fuzzy around her, even Gwen’s light sob from the middle of the staircase. Gaius had appeared at the top of the steps, but she didn’t notice him either. Her gaze was frozen on the cape in her hands, though it was blurred by tears.

“The cost was too high,” Arthur whispered. He closed his eyes and took her head in his hands, pressing his forehead against hers fondly. “I’m sorry.”

When he pulled back, (Y/N) spoke in a hushed whisper. “You’re lying. You’re lying. He-- he can’t-- he--”

“(Y/N)--” Merlin said, appearing at her side.

He reached forward to touch her arm, perhaps to draw her into a hug, but her reaction was instant. She whirled to face him and, closing the bundle of red cloth in her left fist, began punching his chest. It was painful, Merlin admitted, but he took it. He knew she was hurting.

“YOU PROMISED!” She shrieked, her breath coming out in sobs. “You promised! You-- you--!”

Her movements slowed and weakened, her arms soon falling at her sides. Her knuckles were cut open with the force of her punches, which broke Merlin’s heart. He grabbed her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace, cheeks stained with his own tears.

“You promised,” she whispered, almost gagging on the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

“I know,” he replied shakily. “I know. I couldn’t stop him. He wouldn’t let me stop him. I’m sorry.”

“I cried for hours. I was incorrigible. Leon held my hand all the way from my room to the funeral. It was the only way I would go. Agravaine ripped your cloak from my hands, intending to burn it with your sword.” (Y/N) let out a laugh that was halfway to a sob. “Percival ripped it right back, threatening to chop his hands off if he touched me again. I think he really was afraid of me after that, seeing how dear the knights considered me.”

She looked away from the boulder for a moment, touching the cloak around her shoulders with fond gentleness.

“I still wear it. It makes me feel like you’re there, sometimes.” Suddenly, her voice broke with her next statement. “You never said goodbye.”

“I know,” a voice whispered upon the breeze.

(Y/N) knew it was not real, but she felt it resonate within her. She felt a presence, hoping her old friend was listening from the spirit world. It took everything in her to wipe away her tears and calm her breathing, regaining her composure slowly but surely.

“I think of you often,” she gasped through weak breaths. “I miss you terribly. I wonder what you would say if you were here.”

“I would tell you how proud of you I am.”

The words had barely reached (Y/N)’s ears when she flung herself from the ground, sword firmly in hand. In a second, she was facing the intruder with her sword at the ready, convinced that they were an enemy.

She did not hesitate to draw her weapon, despite the voice’s words, because she knew for a fact that Lancelot was dead. Even when faced with a person who looked exactly like him and sounded like him, she did not lower her sword. (Y/N) was convinced that her mind was playing tricks on her-- or someone else was.

“How proud I am,” he continued, unfazed, “Of the person you’ve become, the things you’ve done.”

It was when these words left his mouth that (Y/N)’s grip on her sword slipped. It didn’t fall entirely, but her weapon was lowered. She could hardly believe her eyes. The sight of Lancelot was so real that she doubted for a moment that he was her imagination.

“I would tell you--” He wore a small smile on his face as he exhaled sharply. “I would tell you that I’ve missed you more than anything. And how sorry-- how sorry I am for not saying goodbye.”

(Y/N) let her sword fall out of her hand, landing on the grass with a quiet thump. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Lancelot in desperation. A smile painted her expression, but tears still found their way down her cheeks. He took the hug gratefully, embracing her back just as tightly and burying his head in her hair.

They took no notice of the small entourage that had insisted upon following Lancelot. Arthur, Gwen, Merlin, and the knights, including Mordred, lingered in the forest behind them, watching fondly as the two were reunited. Gwaine made a joke about being robbed of his Lancelot title before promptly wiping at his eyes suspiciously. No one pointed it out.

Meanwhile, little old Spot yipped at the newcomer and ran up to his ankles, sniffing at him curiously. Spot never forgot a face.

“You’re alive,” (Y/N) whispered. “How?”

He pulled away to brush her hair back, examining her face in wondrous awe. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. And I’ll never leave you again.”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at him as if she were a child again.

He nodded, a soft smile reflecting the state of his heart. “Promise.”

boi im cryin

Merlin Tags: @pearlll09

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[goldsteinsistersimagines]

A Legacy to Protect (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Tina Goldstein x fem!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: AnOther series I will need to finish? Hm... 

It seemed like everyone was scared of your brother. Percival was a serious man with a stern attitude, so it wasn’t hard to see why some people seemed to cower at the sound of his name. But while he was a looming figure at MACUSA, you only ever saw him as your overprotective, soft-hearted big brother. 

You let out the tiniest crack of a smile as the clack of your heels echoed through the halls. The bellboy in the elevator immediately recognized you and straightened his hat, a nervous smile crossing his lips. 

“M-miss Graves,” Red stuttered as he clambered to reach the button. 

You nodded politely. “Good afternoon, Red.” 

“Been a while since you’ve visited MACUSA,” the goblin said. 

“I’ve been traveling a lot lately,” you explained. “But now that I’m back home I thought I’d pay Percival a visit.” 

The elevator door opened and you nodded at Red, who tipped his hat in response. On your way to see your brother, you felt the other employees’ eyes following you. Used to the reaction you usually received from others, you ignored the stares and whispers. 

“Get out of here!” Your brother shouted at one of the boys after giving him a black eye. 

You were being bullied again. 

You sniffled and wiped the tears away with your mittens. 

Percival came up to you and gave you a hug and a kiss on the head. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), they’re gone now.” The shaggy-haired boy smiled at you. “You’re safe now.”

“I asked for more aurors to be on this case so it could be taken care of immediately!” Percival roared. He shook the file in his hand in front of a terrified auror’s face. “Picquery wants us to finish this by tomorrow, do you understand?”

“Y-yes, sir,” the man stammered. “I’m sorry. We’ll do better.”

“You better, or I will personally make sure your job title gets ripped from you and-”

“Hi, Percy!” You interrupted. You had seen Percival chewing out the poor auror for the past two minutes and decided to intervene. 

Your brother turned around in surprise. “(Y/N).” The moment he saw you, his face lit up. You ran toward him and hugged him, the two of you giggling. 

“When did you get in?” 

“Last night, thought I’d surprise you.” 

The auror that Percy had been yelling at saw his chance to shuffle away. 

“Terrence,” Your brother sternly called without looking back. “Remember our talk.”

The man nodded timidly and quickly walked out of the grand room.

You pulled away and adjusted your brother’s lapel. “Wow, scary.” 

The man shrugged. “Gotta keep them in line.” 

“You look skinny, when was the last time you had a proper meal?” 

Percy laughed. “You’re not going to get an answer to that.” 

You linked arms. “Come on. Lunch is on me.” 

As you began to walk away with your brother, you heard some footsteps coming from behind. 

“Mr. Graves! Mr. Graves, wait!” A voice called out. 

You turned around to see a woman with wavy brown hair running towards the two of you. You 

“Tina,” Percival said. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I just have some papers for you to sign.” 

“It’s alright.” Your brother took a pen from the woman and began signing the papers held in front of him. As he signed, he nodded toward you. “Tina, this is my sister, (Y/N).” 

Tina acknowledged you with a slight bow. “Nice to meet you, Miss Graves.” 

You let out a slight laugh. “Please, just call me (Y/N).” 

A tiny smile appeared on the auror’s face, and you noticed the slight upward curvature of her lips when she smiled. 

‘Cute,’ You thought to yourself. 

You heard Percival clear his throat. “We were just off to lunch, so we’ll head out.” 

“Oh, of course.” Tina sheepishly tucked her hair behind her ear. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).” 

“You as well.”

#Tina Goldstein x reader #Fantastic Beasts imagines #Fantastic Beasts fanfic #Tina Goldstein imagines #Tina Goldstein fanfic #my series

[ivorydragoness44]

Percival Graves x Reader: Promise

Word Count: 435

Summary: Before the events of FBAWTFT. As if Graves was a real person.

The Reader is to go out on an assignment that will take them well away from New York. They are in his office at MACUSA. They may be checking out a case of a wizard misusing magic or something. He trusts that they will find the person in question.

Technically this takes place before the events of Percival Graves x Reader: Found; however, it can be read separately.

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

It was yet another morning at MACUSA, your place of occupation. There was a meeting nearly as soon as you had arrived into the building, but you had no worries about it. It was routine, and you were quite the punctual one.

Being an Auror could be quite exciting, in the sense that there was always something happening in the United States of America. At least in the wizarding community. However exciting it could be, it was also serious work. With that in mind, and your good track record, it was no question as to why you were given an assignment that would take you well away from New York.

Presently, you were standing in Percival Graves’s office. The Director of Magical Security and the head of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Among those titles, he was also your boyfriend; most discreetly of course.

You twiddled at a button of your coat as you stood waiting for Percival to get settled into his chair.

He did not look up at you yet as sat at his desk, his face squirming for a moment at a thought.

“I know we just had a meeting on this, but I wanted to know for certain that you are willing to take on this assignment.”

“Yes. I know that it is taking me out of New York this time, but the destination and distance is the only difference.”

With the formalities of business out of the way, Percival leant forward on his desk, focusing on you rather than the official paperwork neatly stacked in front of him.

“I do trust you to complete this task. I believe that you can find each of these individuals and set this all straight. I have no doubts. But to be realistic, we both know that when a person feels cornered, they may lash out. So be careful. Especially with Grindelwald and his followers still at large, you can’t be too cautious.”

“I’ll give no reason for anyone to suspect me of suspicious activity,” you affirmed. “Much less be seen. I’m practically invisible in a crowd.”

Percival Graves smiled to himself and then pushed himself up from the chair to stand in front of you. “Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself,” he said, taking your hands into his.

You nodded, “I promise.”

He gave off a sigh, his shoulders slacking as he held your gaze. “I’ll be counting the days,” he smiled.

“Perhaps you should just come with me,” you suggested, pulling his hands closer to you.

“You know I can’t. I’m needed here.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” you shrugged.

~~~~ ~~~~

Again, I have no idea how long my Percival Graves fanfics have been on my computer. But tada~!

I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction :)

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[knightsimp]

Recovery (2/2)

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Summery: You were right; that was not Percival Graves. So, what are you going to do about it?

Genre: Angst + fluff (I think it’s a sweet ending :D)

Word Count: 2600+

Date Posted: February 14, 2021 (Happy Valentine’s Day!)

Note: None

Part One: Link

“How do you think she is doing, Teenie?” Queenie found herself asking as she and Tina made their way to (Y/N)’s apartment. 

“I’m not sure, but I regret not staying with her for a couple of days.” The girls had no idea what (Y/N) was up to; she had not turned up for work, understandably, for the last five days. Now that it was Friday, they were able to check up on her. 

The sisters looked at each other before Tina knocked on (Y/N)’s door. They chose not to apparate to avoid scaring her. 

“It’s open!” (Y/N)’s muffled voice came through the door. When they entered the apartment, they did not expect such a mess.

The kitchen was a mess, first of all. Pots and pans everywhere, and unwashed dishes piled the sink. 

“In here!” (Y/N) called from the room at the end of the corridor: the bedroom. The bedroom was not any better than the kitchen. From what can be seen by just looking through the bedroom door, (Y/N)’s bed was not made and a couple garments were dumped onto it. Miscellaneous things, such as her hairbrush and a few pieces of clothing, were piling onto her bedside table.

Tina and Queenie were not prepared to see a spew of papers near the wall which was facing the bed. Tina had not known about (Y/N)’s investigation at all, but Queenie knew and did not realize it would get this far and this bad. The small patch of papers that were pinned on the wall, which had been connected together with red string, had taken over the square-ish area and had started to crawl onto the ceiling. 

“Oh my god.” Tina mumbled, looking up at one of the moving snippets from The Daily Prophet. 

“Tina! Queenie!” (Y/N) was at the wall where this collection started. “How are you?” It looked as if (Y/N) just rolled out of bed and got to work. And that was exactly what has been happening the last several days.

“We’re doing alright, (Y/N).” Queenie hesitated for a moment. “How are you?” (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

“Tired mostly. I haven’t slept in a couple days, but look! I have made so much progress!�� Queenie looked around and found two empty mugs which were, no doubt, once filled with coffee. Tina snapped out of her memorization of the ceiling. 

“Progress?” Tina asked, raising an eyebrow. She slowly put the pieces together. “(Y/N),” pause, “are you trying to figure out where Mr. Graves is?” (Y/N) smile dropped for a moment while she averted her gaze downward. Her enthusiastic smile became a sad one as she fiddled with the delicate gold charm that Percival had gifted to her for a birthday. 

“Well, of course.” (Y/N) looked back at them, speaking softly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“First, you need to go take a shower.” Tina went behind (Y/N) and pushed her shoulders out of the bedroom to the nearby bathroom. “I don’t mean to be insensitive, but you really do stink. We can smell you from across the room and it is a long room.” 

“Tina’s right!” Queenie agreed, looking at them. “You need to take care of yourself, (Y/N). You are not going to make much progress when you are unconscious from a lack of sleep and proper food.” Before (Y/N) could say anything, Queenie added, “And yes, regardless of what you think, you do need a little freshening up.” With a little more arguing, (Y/N) agreed to at least take a shower. Queenie handed (Y/N) some clothes to change into before she entered her bathroom.

Tina continued to awe at (Y/N)’s investigating. She knew (Y/N) was a brilliant detective, but this was beyond what she thought. She followed it down from the ceiling to the original wall. In the middle of the wall was where everything was connecting to; a photo of (Y/N) and Percival at the Blind Pig. After being constantly reprimanded by Percival, who was really Grindelwald, when he was around, it surprised her that she did not notice the differences between him and the real Percival sooner. Percival was very intimidating and dominating, yes, but he still cared about his subordinates. Grindelwald could not care less unless it was meddling his involvement in MACUSA.

As Tina looked closer into the snippets of newspaper, she noticed how (Y/N) had been investigating all over the city. No doubt she was going to all of these locations. Once a location was visited, it seemed like (Y/N) would pin or make notes on the snippet. 

“No way.”

“Possible, but not probable”

These were only the very general notes being made. It looked like (Y/N) was also communicating with Theseus Scamander in London to make some inquiries in Europe, but nothing came of that.

Tina did not realize how long she was gawking at (Y/N)’s work until she heard the shower stop.

(Y/N) looked as if she was in deep thought when she exited the bathroom. She definitely looked, and smelled, fresher than before.

“(Y/N)?” Tina tried to call out to her. “Are you okay?”

“(Y/N), are you sure?” Queenie came around the corner, overhearing (Y/N) thoughts. “Is that a likely place?”

“What is a likely place?” (Y/N) looked up at Tina. 

“You know how while you take shower or a bath, it is easy to let your mind wander?” Tina nodded. “I think...” She trailed off, again seemingly trying to make sense of her thoughts.

“You think Mr. Graves is at MACUSA!” Queenie gasped. 

“What?” Tina exclaimed. “Explain!”

“There is nowhere else he can be, Tina!” (Y/N) was right, but also sounded like she was grasping at straws. “I have scavenged the city for signs. I even had someone in London make secret inquiries for me. And it is absolutely something Grindelwald would do. If anyone was going to look for the real Percival, they were not going to search MACUSA, a place swarming with talented aurors. And it makes it easier to get ingredients for the Polyjuice potion. No one is going to question Percival Graves if they spot him walking through the building.”

“That is actually genius.” Tina mumbled before clearing her throat. “But where would he be? Like you said, MACUSA always has aurors in the building.”

“MACUSA is big and has been running for decades! There has to be some abandoned areas that are no longer required for work.”

“We can always check.” Queenie suggested. “All three of us work in that building.”

“Though, depending on how large the search area is, we may need help from Picquery.” (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek. Might as well.

The sun was starting to set when the three women arrived at MACUSA.

“You two stay out here.” (Y/N) told the sisters. “I can’t have you two getting in trouble, especially you, Tina; you just got your job back as an auror.”

(Y/N) stormed into President Picquery’s office. She did not mean to, but her adrenaline took over. The President was clearly in the middle of some sort of meeting. She looked peeved, to say the least.

“Miss (L/N),” she started sternly. “I am glad to see you are feeling better, that being said-”

“Madame President-”

“-I am in the middle of something-”

“I may have figured out where Percival Graves is, ma’am.” The room went silent. “The real Percival Graves.” Picquery’s expression turned from annoyed to serious. 

“Gentlemen, we can reschedule, but I must talk with Miss (L/N) this instant.” The two men in suits left and closed the door behind them, leaving (Y/N) to Seraphina’s mercy. “Miss (L/N).” She let a bit of silence go by. “I’m listening.”

“I believe Percival may be in this building.” Seraphina leaned back in her chair and sighed.

“And what is your proof?”

“The lack of any. Madame President, when I tell you that I have scoured the whole city looking for him, I mean it; that is not an exaggeration. I have been making inquiries in Europe and no one has found anything.” Seraphina continued to stare at her. “Please, at least humor me.”

“And where would he be, (Y/N), if he is in fact here?”

“That is the big question, ma’am; that is why I am here in your office.” She purposefully kept Tina and Queenie out of it to avoid any repercussions they may face if she is wrong. “In my investigation into this theory, I wondered if there are any abandoned areas here in MACUSA. A building and organization this old cannot still be using all of it’s floors.” Then, the realization seemed to hit Seraphina.  

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but you may be onto something, (L/N).” She stood up from her chair and went to the front of her desk, leaning against it. “Some of the lowest floors have not been used in a long time. At least five or six floors. No one goes down there anymore; there is no need.” She led (Y/N) to the door. “I am sending five people to each floor immediately. You and the Goldstein's gather two more aurors and start the search.” (Y/N) wanted to ask how she knew the Goldstein sisters were involved, but quickly shut her mouth. “If you’re wrong, this is a waste of a lot of manpower. People are finishing up their shifts and will be very upset to be searching a good portion of our building when they could be going home.”

“Then, let's hope that I’m not wrong.” Seraphina nodded before heading off to the main floor. Tina and Queenie came closer, seeing as the coast was clear. 

“Miss Goldstein-”

“Find two other aurors and we’ll meet you at the elevator.” Queenie glanced at both the president and (Y/N) before leaving Tina with (Y/N). 

“(Y/N)?” Tina put a hand on her shoulder to stop her for a moment. (Y/N) explained the plan as they made their way to the elevator. 

“We don’t know what or who is down here.” Tina warned, talking to everyone, but keeping her eyes on (Y/N). “Stay alert.” The five of them split up, wands in hand, but stayed close enough to see each other in case of an ambush.

The bottom floor of the building, way under sea level, had definitely been abandoned. The remaining desks down there were dusty and untouched. Whatever else they had down there was the same.

After about half-an-hour, (Y/N) was losing hope; she was hanging on to the thought of finding Percival and it was the only thing keeping her going, but her grip was slipping.

In the relatively silent bottom floor of MACUSA, they could hear the echoing of someone yelling. They can barely make it out, but the words which were projected were very clear: “we found him!”

(Y/N) heart dropped to her stomach. She almost did not believe what she heard. Tina and Queenie caught up to (Y/N) as she ran to the cage elevator, though the elevator was way above where she was, giving her ample space to look up.

“Give me a floor!” (Y/N)’s voice cracked as she yelled up the shaft, trying to get through all of the noise. She got responses for many of the aurors, but she got a general answer: three from the bottom. Percival was supposedly only two floors above where she was. Her breathing was getting a little heavy. 

She looked at the floor before apparating to it. Her team followed. 

“(L/N)!” One of the aurors on the floor called her over. “He’s over here!” (Y/N) almost tripped with how quickly she ran, following the auror. The heels of her shoes made a loud clack every time her feet pummeled onto the floor. 

Her heart was pounding, but it really started hitting hard against her ribs when she saw her first glimpses of him. Her running had come to a halt and she slid on her knees in front of him.

The poor man had been through so much. Whatever skin was showing outside of his torn dress pants and ruffled dress shirt was bruised and his face was home to a black eye. His hair and facial hair had grown way past what he would have tolerated if he was in control of it. He stank of blood, sweat, and dirt.

He was not in a cage or cell; he was, instead, shackled to a support beam by his wrists.

“Percy!” (Y/N) gasped out, holding his almost unconscious face in her shaking hands. It looked like he may have been sleeping to pass the time. “Get medical down here!” A couple of aurors nodded and left to get personal from the medical wing. “Percival, please open your eyes.” 

Slowly, with whatever energy he had, he opened his eyes. He could believe (Y/N) was sitting in front of him, holding his face so gently. The light coming in from behind her made her look oh-so angelic. 

“(Y/N)?” Her name barely passed his lips. 

“Percy! Yes, yes! It’s me!” She could not care less that she was crying; hearing his voice again, the real him, brought her to tears. She let a sob escape. “Oh Merlin, I found you! I finally found you!” In her happiness, she planted tender kisses all over his face. She did not notice when Percival mumbled something to her. 

“Make way!” The healers had arrived with a gurney, ready to take Percival up to the medical wing. (Y/N) was reluctant to let go of him, but did so. She watched as he was taken away from her. 

Queenie, from (Y/N)’s side, gave her a reassuring hug, which the crying auror returned and finally let out her whimpers. 

He was found.

This was the real Percival.

He was alive.

And he was going to be okay.

It took about a full day for Percival to become coherent. He was so void of nutrients and fluids; the man was on the brink of dying. 

What had happened was clear: once Grindelwald was found out, Percival was no longer needed and he was left down there to die. It was horrifying to think what would have happened if (Y/N) had not had that miscellaneous thought in the shower.

When he awoke, (Y/N) was right there, gently holding onto his bruised hand so as to not hurt him further.

“You’re safe now, Percival,” was the first thing she said to him. “Everything will be alright.” Once again, the light coming from behind her made her look ethereal, as if she was an angel. 

His angel.

“I said, I love you.” Percival got out. (Y/N) blinked, thinking she misheard him.

“Percy?”

“I love you, (Y/N) (L/N). I’m not going to let another day pass where I regret telling you that.” (Y/N) looked away, bashful. 

“You need to rest.”

“I mean it-”

She pressed a sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, ignoring the irritation from his beard, before sitting back in her seat. “I know you do. You are not a very flowery man.” He looked at her, a little confused. She gave him a soft chuckle, knowing what he was thinking. “I’m not going anywhere, Percival. I made that mistake once, and look at what happened. I am staying right here.”

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Believer

Percival Graves x Reader

AU for 3K celebration

Requested: song drabble : Imagine Dragons - Believer

A/N: This is a bit angsty and it’s also my first time writing for him so don’t hate me for this!!! I should also probably reread this!

You can send me Requests (especially for Billy Russo)!!

Warning: cursing....

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I was broken from a young age

Taking my sulkin' to the masses

Writing my poems for the few

That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feelin' me

Singing from heartache from the pain

From a very young age, you were broken. Your heart was shattered and your trust torn into pieces as you watched your parents being taken away. You couldn't understand it at the time; you couldn't understand why your parents were being taken from you. But they weren't the only one taken, while they were taken to Azkaban you were taken from your home.

And for years you were left in darkness to wonder what your parents had done, but the second you arrived at Hogwarts you understood.

I was chokin' in the crowd

Building my rain up in the cloud

Falling like ashes to the ground

Hoping my feelings, they would drown

You walked with purpose as you approached the office of Percival Graves; your boss, but also the man you loved and were about to break. There were so many thoughts going around in your head but you knew that you had to do it; you had to accept who you were and accept that others will never do it.

You knocked softly on the door and a second later you reluctantly entered his office.

A smile formed on Percival’s face as he saw you. He left before you woke up so this was the first tie seeing you today. “Y/N, I w-”

“Please don’t say anything,” you interrupted him and you could see the moment his smile disappeared. You tried to continue licking your lips before to get the words out and he took that time to approach you.  “I have to leave,” you whispered the second his fingers touched your arm.

His fingers paused for a moment before setting to your chin. He lifted your chin to see the sadness in your eyes and although not explained he was pretty sure what you meant but he didn’t want to accept it. “Leave where?”

“Anywhere as far from here,” you said silently and to him, those words were like poison killing his heart.

“Don’t do this again,” he pleaded as this wasn’t the first time you wanted to leave, and although he got you to stay the last time he wasn’t so sure about now. It wasn’t that he controlled you or anything he just couldn’t understand it and he explained to you how wrong that was, the way he saw it and because of your will wasn’t strong enough you decided to stay.

“This is on me, not you. I stayed in silence while they insulted my family name, I hoped it will end one day, but it didn’t,” you stepped away from him not wanting to feel his touch as you didn’t want for anything to change your mind.

“You are not your parents, it doesn’t matter what ot-”

“It does, you can’t understand. Your parents haven’t betrayed our world; they didn’t kill those who were always by their side. I tried to continue living, but the life I have today is not what I want!” you almost but screamed in his face and your anger was soon matched with his.

“What do you want?” he asked as if he wasn’t enough anymore. As if everything you had meant nothing to you.

“I want to live my life without the shadows of my parents following me.”

“And you leaving me is the right way to do it?” he questioned moving his fingers through his dark hair as his eyes were connected with yours.

“I think so,” you shrugged while answering silently.

“But you are not sure?”

“I’m not, bu-”

“Then don’t leave,” he said as it was the most simple thing to do.

“Because that is what you want,” you stated with your voice firm but your eyes betraying you as tears found their way out.

“So every time you said you love me was a lie?” he asked.

“Please don’t manipulate me Percy; I thought you loved me more than that.”

Percival stepped away from you as he knew that he will try to reach for you again and somehow it would hurt him even more. “It seems that you are the one who doesn’t love me enough.”

“I have to make this right,” you said under your breath turning away to leave, but soon after you were stopped by his voice.

“Make what right?”

“My family’s legacy,” you said looking back at him knowing that although he tried to understand he couldn’t.  “It can’t be what my parents had left. I have to clean our name,”

“Or you could change it,” Percival asked hopefully coming closer as that was his last resort.

“Things don’t work like that, I can’t ju-”

“I meant, take my name,” he said taking your hand in his and smiling at you. It wasn’t the first time mentioned you both talked about it and he really wanted that, but it was you who was unsure.

“I love you and that is why I can’t,” you said looking away while slowly pulling your hands to your body.

“No, it’s because you are scared that another shadow will start following you.”

“They say you can’t change the past, and I don’t want to, but I can redeem myself for it.”

“It seems that you have everything figured out,” he said almost mockingly as he turned his back to you not able to look at you anymore.

“I…”

“Leave,” Percival said silently not even turning around.

“What?” you whispered surprised.

“I said leave and you better not be home when I arrive,” he said still with his eyes on the wall although knowing that he will regret not looking at you for the final time.

“It’s alright; don’t regret the words you said. Pain, was always present in my life in every form, so having to carry the pain of this heartbreak will be nothing new. But I’m grateful for it as it made me strong enough to believe that I can change my parent’s mistakes although for the price of our love.”

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Pain! You break me down and build me up, believer, believer

Pain! Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

My life, my love, my drive, it came from...

Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

You walked away with your heart breaking, but your lips curved on the edges as for the first time you decided to listen to yourself. For the first time in your life, you decided to stand up for yourself and to show the world that you aren't who they thought you were.

You were broken and beaten through life, you knew what pain feels like and although it cost you so much, the pain was the only constant in your life, it was the one who made you the way you were. It made you strong enough to change what was needed and maybe one day you actually get to see the man you love again, but not burdened with shadows. No, you wish to see him with your name clean and your heart ready to let go of the past.

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[swanimagines]

Worried

Request: a newt scamander x reader where the reader gets injured in the fight with Grindelwald/ graves and Newt can’t protect her because credence is still in danger.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, Newt Scamander x fem!reader

Warnings: A bit angsty, violence (through spells), mention of blood

A/N: I had the time and inspiration to do this today!! And now I’m off to watch that little one’s swimming school, see ya ♥ 

At first I thought about going straight into action but it would have been too short if I did that :D So here, you can have some Credence too! And some of the dialogues have been improvised, so everything isn’t as they are in the movies. But that’s good, right?

Word count: 1 077

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The fight was terrifying. Percival Graves had gone mad. What he thought he was doing? Pieces from the metro station’s roof fell down on the metro tracks and Credence… he was extremely scared. His obscurus didn’t help the situation and you were sure that soon the whole metro station would collapse from all the fighting. You were positioned behind one of the metro pillars and squeezed your wand like your life was dependent on it.

“Stupefy!” you heard yourself shout after you lunged from your hide, but Graves was quicker than you. He just whipped his wand without saying anything and the magical shield appeared in front of him. You ran to the obscurus. “Credence, hey, calm down.” you said to him and on that moment, the obscurus stopped spinning. You smiled calmingly at it – him. “It’s Y/N, remember? Calm down. Let’s talk.” as you spoke, you went closer to the hide, to safety from the fighting. You didn’t want to leave Newt alone fighting, but someone had to calm Credence too. The obscurus started slowly shrinking and became smaller… and smaller… and smaller. And finally, you saw Credence sit in front of you, his eyes puffy and swollen from all the crying. You sighed and reached out to grab Credence’s hand. “Everything is alright. You can control it. Come home with me and Newt. Please?” you squeezed Credence’s hand a bit and his mouth opened just a little bit. His lower lip quivered, and his gaze suddenly shot down from your eyes. “W-what a-about… G-graves?” he whispered, and you glanced at the direction of fighting sounds. “I… I don’t know what happened to him. He used to be a kind person and good at his job. I don’t understand why… why would he destroy his career and reputation like that. But you’re safe from him, if you come with me.” you whispered to him and stood up, looking to both directions before grabbing Credence’s hand and heading towards the stairs out from the metro station. “L/N. Where do you think you’re going?” you heard Grave’s voice say and you immediately raised your wand. “Protego!” But you did it too late. Graves’s spell hit you and sent you flying on the stairs. You heard Newt screaming your name and Credence turning into obscurus once again… and then you saw only blackness. --- Newt stood completely frozen for a moment. His dear Y/N laid on the ground, her blood staining the floor. He didn’t know if you were passed out or… dead. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being dead. Graves had taken the opportunity and tried to manipulate Credence by promising him the moon and all the stars from the sky. But fortunately, you had made him believe that Graves isn’t a good man anymore, so Credence just grew angrier as Graves talked. Newt lunged towards Graves and made him back down from Credence. He wanted to go and help you, but he knew he couldn’t. Not without putting Credence in danger. So they fought. “Do you think Dumbledore would be proud of you? Fighting against one of the most valued wizards of United States?” he asked and grinned as he saw Newt’s face twitch just the slightest. “Would he join you? Fight with you?” he continued and his grin just grew as Newt’s face twitched some more. “Do you think your dear… Y/N would be proud of you? If she dies? You chose this poor creature before her…” But before Graves could continue, Tina came to the metro station from the tunnel. “Credence!” Tina screamed at the moment of seeing him and Credence stopped, just like he had stopped when you had talked to him. “Stop this, Credence. This man has lied to you.” Tina said, but Graves stepped in front of her. “Don’t listen to her, Credence. With me, you can be more powerful than any wizard that has ever been seen.” “Don’t stop, Tina, he listens to you.” Newt said, ignoring Graves’s glare at him. “That woman… she was cruel to you. I wanted to help you sooner, but I-“ “Destroy the obscurus!” MACUSA had emerged from the metro tunnel and they all pointed wands towards Credence. “Stop! Shush!” Tina shouted to the MACUSA and then turned to Credence, who had started to panic again. “Credence, calm down, hush…” MACUSA started firing spells on Credence while Newt and Tina screamed. Even Graves screamed no’s and eventually, the obscurus blew up. A moment, Newt looked shocked about Credence. Then he saw your body, still laying on the floor in the small pool of your blood. Newt hurried to you and held your limp body in his arms. He checked your pulse, which fortunately was there. You didn’t wake up from his shakes though and that made Newt kinda worried. “Graves attacked Y/N as she was trying to take Credence out?” Queenie had appeared beside Newt and flinched as Graves and MACUSA started fighting. Newt watched it for a moment, then he furrowed his eyebrows and stood up. Queenie read his mind and she took hold of you as Newt went to Graves. He disarmed him and then threw a binding spell on him. “Revelio.” he said quietly and everyone watched as Graves’s black hair turned blond, his eyes changed color, a mustache grew on his face and his smile turned into an evil grin. “Do you think you can hold me?” Grindelwald asked from madam Picquery, but she just smirked at him. “We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald.” --- You woke up at the hospital of the magical injuries. A nurse hurried beside your bed as soon as you groaned and tried to sit up. “Miss L/N! Are you feeling alright?” she asked and you nodded. “Somewhat, yes. Where’s Newt?” you asked and at the same time, Newt appeared at the door. He hurried beside your bed and kissed you as soon as he reached you. “I’m sorry Y/N, I couldn’t… Credence. I believe he’s alive but… I couldn’t save him now.” he muttered and you smiled sadly. “It’s okay. If he’s alive, that’s all that matters. Right?” you bit your lip and turned your gaze back to Newt. “Graves?” “He wasn’t Graves. He was Gellert Grindelwald. He probably has killed the real Graves.” Newt muttered and squeezed your hand. “But he’s locked up now.” “Good.” you said and looked at the nurse, who knew what you were thinking and nodded. “Let’s go home.” you said to Newt.

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[whysofandom-blog]

“Little Lady” Part 5 [Percival Graves x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None I can think of

Apology: It’s been almost a year since I wrote something so I’m trying to finish my unfinished projects at first. I’m sorry if you were reading this series and suddenly I wasn’t updating anymore.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

Magical abilities and skills:

                  Auror Training- Completed

                  Non verbal magic- Registrated Level B2

                  Apparition Training- Completed

Magical characteristics:

                 Wand- 11", core: tail hair of a Thestral, material: cherry wood

                 Patrons- previously panther, currently facing

                 Bogart- unknown

After reading the file Percival was even more puzzled. There was nothing that he didn't already know, but he had hoped to get a clearer picture of what was going on. Just as his informator had told him Y/N had been an auror, just as her brother. She had arrested Grindelwald. Her brother had been sent to Azkaban and she had fought her free. She had been one of the many aurors who made it their personal goal to catch Gellert Grindelwald. Around the time Grindelwald disappeared from Europe, Y/N's brother was announced missing and Y/N gave up her job in the ministry. That was about all that was written there. Absolutely no news.

Percival decided to head home for the night, it was already past midnight. The next morning he decided to go and talk to Madame President about her. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to believe she was innocent.

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The next morning Percival headed straight to Madame President's office. The problem of Y/N Y/L/N had kept him up all night. It all started making sense to him. That girl had lost her family or at least her brother to Grindelwald and was trying to do anything she could to bring him to justice. From what Percival had heard last night it seemed like Grindelwald had at one point captured her. That would also explain why she got scared so easily when Graves touched her shoulder unexpectedly. After all he had done it without a warning and from behind, so there was no way she had seen it coming. There were a lot of questions to be answered.

"She is alone," said Madame President's secretary when she saw Percival coming in.

"Thank you," he replied and walked into the President's office.

"Good morning Graves, on the rare occasion when I didn't have the need to see you in the morning you find your own way here," she said jokingly when she saw Percival.

"It is about Miss Y/N."

Madame President's face fell visibly. "It was an unfortunate event indeed."

"Madam, I was present almost every training she conducted with the new recruits. There was no harassment. Unless we'd count the way that Hallenby kid was acting harassment. "

"I know, I had no other choice than to arrest her for 24 hours, Mr. Hallenby filed a report on her. In these cases the least we can do is arrest the person for a day and conduct an investigation. I had 5 students write their statement in the event that had occurred and single-handedly decided that she is not to be blamed. Her arrest ends in," Madam Picquery looked at the clock on the wall," 37 minutes. Then she is free to go." She didn't look to pleased with the situation.

"And that is it? She should be getting a compensation for that night," Graves said with a furious undertone.

"Indeed, but that is her's to ask. Would you have time to go free her?" Madam Picquery asked.

"I will."

"Not earlier than in 36 minutes, thank you," the woman finished and handed Percival the same keys she had handed him last night.

***

These 36 minutes were the longest Percival can remember  any 36 minute period to have ever been. He was sitting in his office and preparing a form for Y/N. His mind was filled with questions. He wasn't sure if Y/N was in the right mindset to be asked about her past right after being stuck overnight in the company of the other inmates. When he had just 7 minutes until her release Graves decided to leave his office and head downstairs. As was bound to happen, he reached the corridor leading to the cells in a minute or two and had an extra 5 minutes now. He tried to open the lock as silently as he could and entered the corridor, he was greeted with a chilly badly lit part of the building. He stopped and tried to hear anything that the inmates were saying.

"Hmmm... more or less?" a man asked.

"Less," a woman answered.

"I went easy on a pretty thing like you," the same man answered.

"Sure," the same woman answered shortly.

"Oh come on answer me now," the man said almost flirtatiously.

"No, you can guess."

"Less than 50 but more than 25 hmm... 32!" the man guessed.

"No."

"45."

The woman didn't reply for a long time. "No."

"44."

"Almost"

"43?"

There was a long pause once again. "Yes."

"43 scars is not a lot, you should be more hostile with me!" the man flirted again.

"One day I'll decorate you with 43 scars and then we can debate over it," the woman replied coldly. Graves wasn't sure but it could have been Y/N.

"Y/N, Y/N, we had a good time together, no need to get mean," the man and his friends laughed. The conversation died cause Y/N stopped answering completely. Graves decided to finally go in. He walked to Y/N's cell and opened the door of it.

"Follow me," he said to Y/N. He did only get a glimpse of her but it seemed like she didn't look too good. She was curled up in the far right corner of the cell. She stood up and silently walked to the door. Graves locked the now empty cell after her and started leading her out from between the cells.

"We'll meet sooner than you think, doll!" the same man shouted after her.

When Graves and Y/N closed to corridor's door behind them and walked into the more lit part of the building, he finally looked at Y/N. The woman had dark circles around her eyes and her hair was messy. Otherwise she looked fine.

"You have to sign a few papers in my office, is that okay?" Graves asked looking at her.

"Yes," she answered and nodded lazily. The reached the elevator and the both of them reached to the button to call for it at the same time. Their hands touched for a brief second before Y/N quickly pulled her hand away. Graves noticed that her hand was very cold. The more he looked at her the more clear it became that the poor woman was freezing. She was shaking slightly and her lips had an almost blue touch to them. Without asking Percival took his jacket off and offered it to her.

"I'm fine, thank you," Y/N replied and looked down.

"You're clearly freezing. Who's gonna train the aurors if you get sick?" Percival said and was almost surprised by his own words, they sounded childish. The elevator arrived and opened it's doors.

"If I will get sick, then I will. I doubt your coat will undo the whole night," she replied and stepped into the elevator.

Graves couldn't argue with that, she did have a good point. That didn't mean that he didn't feel like he wanted to help her. They stood by each other in silence, Graves was awkwardly holding his jacket in his hands. When the elevator stopped Graves decided to put his jacket around Y/N shoulders anyway. He made sure she saw what he was doing (not like the last time) and placed the jacket on the woman's shoulders. It was stupidly big for her and made her seem even smaller than she was. In that moment the doors opened but neither of them moved for a brief second. Finally Graves gestured to Y/N  to stepped out first. As soon as they started heading to Percival's office, Y/N felt many pairs of eyes on her. Percival noticed that too but didn't give it too much thought. Once they reached the office Percival opened the door for her and told her to wait for a minute.

Y/N walked in and sat down on a wooden chair with a leather seat, identical to the one on the other side of the table. She let her eyes wander over the cabinet. It looked more like a fancy interrogation room. There were no pictures on the walls or on the desk, no plants, the room was depressingly dark and the light there was cold. Y/N took the jacket she had been given off and walked over to Percival's chair, she placed the jacket on the chair and took her seat again. Before she could investigate the decor more Graves was back.

He sat down on his seat and sighed. "Sign this, I'll fill the rest out myself," he said and handed Y/N the form. Y/N read through the paper fast, signed it and handed it back.

"You can write a complaint on Hallenby for all this," Graves said while filling out the rest of the paper.

"I'd rather not, it would give him even more reason to hate me," she replied.

" Are you sure?" Percival asked.

" Yes."

" Well here is the signed return permit for your wand," he took it from the  top drawer of his desk.

An awkward silence took over .

"When can I teach again?" Y/N asked and stood up.

"I doubt you want to do it today but tomorrow is fine, if it's fine by you."

"I won't cancel my today's class," she said and walked out. No one had ever walked out from Percival's office in the middle of the conversation before. He was both agitated and impressed.

***

Almost without having noticed Percival found himself walking into the training hall of the aurors when he knew the class was about to start. He went and sat down in the back of the room in his usual seat.

"I wonder if Miss Y/L/N will be here?" a girl who Percival thinks was in his office the day before asked from another girl.

"No idea," the girl replied.

"Of course she won't, she was thrown to jail! I hope we'll get a proper teacher finally!" David Hallenby, the spoiled kid, said.

"And I hoped I'd have normal students but I guess life is not what we expect or hope," Y/N who had entered the room without anyone noticing said, "today we'll go through the most common dirty moves when it comes to hand combat but first, run for 7 minutes."

The pupils stared running but Y/N walked to Percival instead. " Can you help me today?" she asked.

"In what way?" Percival asked back a bit surprised by the unusual warmness in her voice.

"I need to show them the moves but I don't want be accused of fighting with the students," she said matter-of-factly.

"Good idea," Percival said and followed Y/N to the middle part of the hall. He took of his jacket and vest, loosened his tie a bit, unbuttoned the upper button on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

"7 minutes is up!" Y/N shouted in a bit and everyone in the room gathered together.

"Today we have Mr. Graves taking part of our training class more physically than before. So before we start what were the most important things you learned last time? Let's go over them quickly..."

***

When the class ended and everyone had left the hall Y/N noticed that Percival was still in the room.

"Thank you for helping me out today," she smiled and told him.

"It was no problem," Graves replied.

"I didn't want to be completely alone in front of them today," she admitted.

"It is completely understandable," Percival replied and walked out of the door, Y/N followed him and locked the door after herself. Percival found himself thinking that she looked good even when she had been through so much in the last few days. " Can I walk you home?" Percival asked without even thinking.

"Thank you but there is no need for that, see you tomorrow," Y/N smiled and walked away. She left Percival standing in the hallway of MACUSA, wondering if any woman has ever declined that offer from him before.

Part 6

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