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Newt and Proficiency with Muggle Stuff

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt being a crack shot, sniper, or excellent knife/machete fighter.

Or alternatively, Newt driving a car/tank or flying a helicopter or something like a boss.

Just a situation where magic isn't an option and Newt saving everyone's asses with one of the above.

Or if you want to make it a modern AU, Newt hacking into something to delete evidence of magic or something.

I just want BAMF!Newt with muggle related skills and saving everyone with it, when everyone's all "Oh shit, this isn't something we can use magic to resolve, what do we do???" lol

Graves/Newt and/or Theseus/Graves/Newt, hurt/comfort, Newt almost dies, sibling love

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my favorite scenes from The Lord of the Rings EE is Eomer finding Eowyn on the battlefield and believing her dead. It gets me every time when he cradles her in his arms and screams himself horse.

To get your heart teared out,watch:

I want a scene like that with Theseus and Newt with Graves and the others thrown in. Theseus finds his little brother almost dead after a battle he wasn't supposed to be at, maybe a joint stint of british and american aurors. Both Theseus and Percival tried to make sure that Newt wouldn't be anywhere near it but he knew that his expertise would be needed in the end.

My headcanon is that Theseus and Newt would do anything for each other and after Theseus protected him for so long,Newt can't live with the thought that his brother and the man he's come to admire might come to harm.

Just to be clear. No death! But close enough is aright. ;)

+ Just as with Eomer they only realise Newt was there when everything is over.
++ Brotherly love with Percival/Newt is okay, but I'm certainly not against it if it enters 'triad' territory aka Theseus/Percival/Newt.

Fill: No

(Anonymous) 2017-02-07 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Quick fill, hope you like it!
The battlefield was never quiet, no matter what the poets might have you believe.

Even now, in the aftermath of a horrible accident, horrible even after all they’d seen, there was no silence. Certainly, no sound came from the scattering of bodies across the muddy, soaking, filthy ground. But still the silence was disturbed by the churning footsteps of survivors, reverent mutterings between them and the occasional gasp of pain.

They had all gasped, upon seeing the downed Iron Belly across the field.

Percival marched on through it, assessing and stoic as he could be. The line between “they’re just casualties” and “these are my men” was so fine at moments like this.

A few feet ahead, the low sounds were shattered by a familiar voice.


All heads turned to the broken shout, soon followed by a wet scream. Percival hurried, rounding the snout of the iron belly to see Theseus on the ground, uncaring of the mud and shitthat clung to his uniform as he cradled a body in his arms.

The screams didn’t cut off, only turning hoarse before he just had no breath left to give them. As he heaved desperately for air, wet hacking sounding from his mouth, Theseus’ head turned up to meet his friends gaze. His face was red, crinkled, uncomfortably ugly in the way people are when they show us just how heartbroken they can become. Tear and snot had cut through the dirt on his face, and his gaze soon fell to the body in his hands again.

The young man wore the uniform of the dragon corps, though now it was tarnished and torn. Theseus’ hand cradled the back of a head covered in red curls, he had the same cheekbones that Theseus possessed, though hidden in youthful face that was not quite ready for then yet. Percival couldn’t find other resemblances as any freckles were smothered by dirt and blood, and his eyes stayed stubbornly closed no matter how much the arms that held him shook.

There was never any doubt who this was, the moment he heard Theseus’ cry.

“He’s supposed to be home.” Theseus said, each word like a shaking sob. “He should be safe.”

Already his attention shot back to his brother, hand coming away from his head enough to see the blood now soaking his hand. With a choke, he pulled the body even closer, hiding his face in his brother’s shoulder as though to hide from it all.

A rhythmic stutter of sobs came from Theseus, too garbled to be words but Percival knew what his friend was trying to pray.

Newt Newt Newt Newt Newt.

He watched his friend, who had seen half their men massacred in France get up the next morning and fight, fall to pieces.

But still the war would go on, and they would have to as well.

“Theseus,” he said, gentle but firm, “You need to let him go so I can examine him.”

Theseus violently shook his head, still hiding in his brother.

“I’m sorry,but if you don’t we can’t bury him, you can’t carry him back.”

“I carried him since he was born, Perce, I’m not gonna stop now. I won’t just leave him.”

Percival pauses, knowing he had to separate Theseus from his beloved brother and march them back to the trenches, but how could he make his friend leave Newt, who he had talked about with such fondness all the time he had known the man?

The kid was only 17.

A struggling cough made the decision for them.

Theseus’ head shot up from its place, catching Percival’s gaze in wide eyed shock for a moment before putting distance between himself and his brother so he could properly assess his face.

Newt’s nose flared with a breath.



Theseus didn’t move from Newt’s bedside.

He barely slept, fearing that if he did he would slip back to the moment when he spotted familiar red hair across the battlefield, and this time there would be no fluttering heartbeat to wake him up from the nightmare.

Theseus had been at the front for about a year, and had seen too many horrors to put into words. Frequently, his mind tried to make sense of it by playing the moments over and over in his dreams, though now with the helplessness of being unable to move or look away, waking with shaking hands but still feeling frozen.

None of that came close to holding Newt’s body in his arm. He’d go through all the nightmares a hundred times over to never know what Newt’s limp weight and cold skin felt like.

He had thought it was a nightmare at first, as he made his way towards Newt. The last person he expected to see flung from a dragon. Newt couldn’t be here, suffering through the same terrors he had. It was just his mind, torturing him with his deepest fears

But as he got closer and nothing changed, the realisation that his baby brother had come hear and died here couldn't be denied.

Even now, with the medi-witches reassuring him that his brother was making a full recovery, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Just in case.

A week after finding him, Newt woke up.


The world came back to him in stages.





No, that wasn’t his brother, his brother was never so quiet or unsure.

“You back with us Newt?”

A hand came up, sweeping through his hair with familiar affection.


A choked, wet laugh.

“Hey, yeah, yeah, it’s me.” a sob. “I’m here, baby brother.”

“...My nose itches.”

A full laugh came this time, and Newt’s vision came back enough to see the way Theseus clumsily covered his face with his hands.

“Of course, you take a nosedive on an Iron Belly and your nose is what bothers you.”

“Did he…?”

“I’m sorry Newt, he took most of the impact. Probably saved your life.” Theseus squeezed his hand. “Dragons, Newt? Really?”

“I wanted to make sure they were being treated right.”

“What are you even doing here? You should be home.”

Newt shifted in the itchy bed sheets, making an effort to look his brother in the eyes.

“Because you were here, Theseus. I love you, you’ve done, done-” he cut himself off with a cough, still weak, but soon steamed on “everything you’ve done for me, I had to make sure you were safe.”

A beat of quiet.

“With dragons?”

“With dragons.”

Theseus laughed, high pitched and undignified, like he hadn’t in months.

“I missed you, little brother.”

“Same here.”

“You’re still going home when you’re better.”

“Make me.”


Outside, Percival listened as both Scamander’s voices rose and became heated. Sounded like Newt was feeling better, and as stubborn as Theseus always said he was.

With a smile, he turned and walked away. Looks like the brothers would be at it for a while. He would leave them to it.

A few days later, he formally got to meet the infamous Newton Scamander, dragon rider, aspiring magizoologist and green eyed charmer. Theseus watched the meeting, a dawning horror in his eyes that only spurred Percival on.

It had been worth the wait.

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Graves/Newt, Leta/Newt (onesided), damaged soulbond

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Leta wanted what she could never have. Newt. Newt as in not only her friend but her soulmate. To bad that Newt has been soulbonded since birth, indicating that his partner is older than him. The incident at school was her attempt at destroying Newt's soulbond with Graves and taking his place.

The attempt failed and she covered up her tracks. Newt's soulbond was damaged so badly that Graves believes his soulmate to have died which causes him to become cold and aloof.

Fast forward to the end of the movie when they meet for the first time and to the suprise of everyone the souldbond starts to heal.

+ the type of soulbond is up to the author (first sentence, tattoo, color blindness or something else)

Re: Graves/Newt, Leta/Newt (onesided), damaged soulbond

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A+ prompt, would read.

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Newt/Percival/Credence: Someone tries to bully them and hurt a creature, big mistake

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt and Credence are secretly in a relationship with Percival. They insist on the privacy, while Percival actually doesn't have a problem with it if people know. Well one day, while they are waiting to meet up with Percival and Tina who are in a meeting, some members of MACUSA who could be aurors or from another department set upon Newt and Credence and are all out nasty in bullying them for being "freaks" Newt and Credence both try to diffuse the situation, to no avail.

Things escalate when one of the bully's in their nastiness snatches Pickett from Newt and threatens to snap him like a twig. Pickett is screaming, Newt and Credence are beside themselves as they struggle against the bullying restraining them. Then there is a low growl and a hum of power that vibrates through the air.

Everyone turns to see a coldly furious Percival standing there with an equally angry Tina beside him. With a show of wandless magic, Percival takes Pickett, Newt, and Credence out of their captors hands. He makes sure all three of them are alright, going so far as to tuck a scared Pickett into his own pocket before he brings down his full wrath on the bully's without even using his magic other than to stop them from escaping. Newt, Credence, Tina, and a whole bunch of other people coming to see the commotion all watch in awe as Percival thoroughly eviscerates the bullies for going after what is his before he summarily fires the bullies and sends them straight to the holding cells.

Newt and Credence are scared that they won't be accepted now that their true relationship with Percival is revealed, but to their surprise, everyone rallies around them, even Madam President. Cue the massive amounts of comfort all around, and Pickett clinging to Percival for days after, not that Percival minds.

Re: Newt/Percival/Credence: Someone tries to bully them and hurt a creature, big mistake

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes please! +10000000000

Graves/Newt handcuffed together

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I saw this on tumblr and would like to share it here: What happens when the two of them get handcuffed together? Or just stuck together, like, due to a random jinx?

Re: Graves/Newt handcuffed together

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
+1, love this trope and I think it would be even more wild with these two

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Graves, eye patch

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Graves loses an eye due to his captivity. He wears an eyepatch. Becase Graves + eyepatch = hot. Right?

Re: Graves, eye patch

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I had no idea that I wanted this .... but I want this.

ArtFill - Graves with an Eyepatch

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Newt/Percival/Credence: Grindelwald goes after Newt and Credence, Real Percival intervenes

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt finds Credence and slowly rehabilitates him so that he can control the Obsurial. Then Grindelwald escapes and hunts them down. It looks like Newt's a goner and Credence will be at Grindelwald's mercy as a weapon, but just as Grindelwald is about to deal Newt the killing blow, there is a flash of brilliant white light as someone apparates onto the seen.

It's the real Percival Graves, with his hair longer, a beard, and a scar over his eyebrow looks six ways to pissed as Hell. Credence and Newt watch in awe as Percival fights Grindelwald, not giving in to the bleached dark wizard's awful taunts and instead bashing and battering the wizard with a combo or wand and wantless magic. It is an Earth shaking fight with Percival sustaining some serious injuries but ultimately subduing Grindelwald until Tina and the other aurors apparate in.

It's after Grindelwald is taken in yet again that Percival turns to Newt and Credence and formally introduces himself, having actually never met wither Newt or Credence. Then he promptly passes out from exhaustion and pain. Newt and Credence then scramble to help Percival, taking him into the case to treat his injuries and seeing for themselves the other scars Grindelwald has left.

When Percival comes too, he finds himself enchanted by Newt's case of many creatures, but also quite deeply attracted to Newt and Credence. Where they go from there is anyone's guess.

Theseus/Newt, scamancest with bottom!newt

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I just really need some filthy but fluffy scamancest smut with bottom!newt getting fucked so hard he cries and comes multiple times, with Theseus being really sweet and encouraging and preferably also taking care of Newt afterwards

Re: Theseus/Newt, scamancest with bottom!newt

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Repost: Newt/Percival/Credence: 5 times a creature comforted Percival + 1 time Newt and Credence did

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey this is OP and I just wanted to post this prompt again because I would love to see it filled

5+1 fic where Percival allowed himself to break down in private about his ordeal with Grindelwald and one of the creatures found him and comforted him, like the Niffler giving Percival him shiny things and not stealing from him, to Pickett chirping at him and hugging his face, and even the giant Erumpent or Nundu showering him with gentle love and then the final time it's Newt and Credence who find Percival crying and comfort him together.

AU Graves + kid!Credence, kidnapping

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
AU where Credence is a kid under 10 but still an obscurial. MACUSA rescues him and reluctant Graves ("I don't know anything about kids!") is given custody of Credence (who still grew attached to him and because someone competent has to keep an eye on the obscurus). They slowly start to bond.

But Grindelwald is still interested in the obscurus and when he learns of Credence (whose identity is confidential, but too many people know) he decides to get his hands on him and turn him to his cause. He therefore kidnaps him. Massive manhunt follows.

- The Macusa aurors are extremely protective of Credence. He is boss' kid after all.
- auntie Phina y/y?
- if you want involve Newt and his case somehow be my guest
- I am interested in Graves+Credence father/son dynamics
- Credence is a total terror to Grindelwald

Newt/Graves everyone is an auror au

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhh, what can I say, a just like cop stories very much. I'd love to read a fic where Newt is his awkward self but also he's an auror who just got transferred to MACUSA and starts working under Director Graves and they must navigate their growing mutual attraction while solving crimes or something <3 It could also be a cop!au if you want no magic, I'm down with that too!

Graves/Newt, amnesiac!Newt

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
One night, Percival finds an unconscious and beaten Newt abandoned on his doorstep. He has no idea who left him there. Newt was supposed to be on an expedition to Canada and doesn't remember anything about the last four days.

Graves tries to find out if this was a specific message to him and MACUSA or if Newt accidentally ran afoul someone on his travels.

+ if it starts out as pre Percival/Newt but they end up together in the end
++ for Theseus being involved as the furious older protective brother who wants revenge on the assholes that hurt his baby brother
+++ Newt was given something, so one or more of his injuries can only heal the no-maj/ muggle way.

Newt/Any Creature- Omega!Newt, Non-con, Beastiality, Multiple Orgasms, Oversensitivity

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt is normally religious about taking his suppressants, because heats are inconvenient at best. But eventually he forgets- and one of his beasts is pretty much an alpha who knows exactly what to do with an omega in heat.

Looking for an unwilling Newt who fights at first but ends up being a total slut for it just because of his abnormally strong heat- otherwise he would never have let it happen. Of course, he doesn't blame the creature, just himself.

Can be any creature large enough to rock his world on its massive cock and knot, kthx. But no mpreg.

+++ Bonus points if Newt isn't traumatized by it, per say- he's definitely not going to let it ever happen again, but this was a no-harm no-foul freak situation.
++++++ More bonus points for multiple orgasms until Newt is absolutely wrecked from oversensitivity because the creature has unbelievable stamina.
+ secret bonus points for my secret kink of the creature loving the taste of Newt's cum, so every time he comes he has to deal with the creature's tongue going at his cock like a damn ice cream cone until he's practically sobbing.

Re: Newt/Any Creature- Omega!Newt, Non-con, Beastiality, Multiple Orgasms, Oversensitivity

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
hello yes may i just say HOT AS HELL OMG and also ask if you've got anything against belly bulges (as in the creature's hella big and newt is comparatively tiny so the d makes his belly bulge) i need to know for science

Graves/Grindelwald- Being Sick Sucks, possible noncon

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Grindelwald thought having a captive to toy with would be fun. And it is. Until Graves gets sick. Tormenting the Director of Magical Security isn't nearly as fun when he can't manage to fight back or manage those snarky little quips. So, naturally, Grindelwald decides to nurse Graves back to help.

Newt/Jacob -- Jacob needs some love, too

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Jacob loves Newt's creatures and doesn't ever want to make Newt choose between him and them.

But it would be nice to maybe go to bed at the same time or have dinner together or a little bit of private time...

Basically, Jacob feels guilty about wanting to spend time with his boyfriend away from the magical creatures, Newt thinks (or doesn't think) Jacob wants more from their relationship, terrible communication abounds. But it gets better! And how it does, is up to you.

Also, if there's sex, I'd love to see Jacob on bottom.

Re: Newt/Jacob -- Jacob needs some love, too

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
We need more Newt/Jacob! Seconded.

Graves/Newt StarWars!AU

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Newt and Graves in Star Wars universe, any timeline. All I ask for is for one of themm to be a starfighter pilot, the rest is up to the author.

Lost and Found, SW (New Republic Era) AU, pre-Graves/Newt

(Anonymous) 2017-07-05 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know what I'm doing, wheee! I might write more or this might be it.


“I usually don’t—“ Scamander was interrupted as the vornskr’s tail swept his feet out from beneath him, depositing him ungracefully onto the muddy, uneven ground. He yelped.

Graves took advantage of the lull to fire two blasts at the vornskr. Three smaller beasts were unconscious nearby, but this one was apparently the alpha, and mildly resistant to stunning. Combined with the fact that Graves’ blaster was low on power, the blasts prompted nothing but a stagger, a snarl, and the shifting of animal attention from Scamander to Graves.

Graves paused a moment, cursing his luck, and the beast charged.

In the scrambling confusion, Graves heard the distinctive snap-hiss of a Jedi’s lightsaber. Then he had no more time to think; the vornskr was on him, jaw clamping around his right forearm in place of his throat. His flightsuit had enough armoring to keep the teeth at bay, but the pressure was intense and he heard himself bellowing, all thoughts of strategy flying from his mind. Instinctively, he clawed at the beast’s face, its eyes and then it’s mouth, trying to distract it, startle it, pry it off.

Instead, it lifted him off the ground and shook him briskly, slamming him repeatedly into a nearby tree trunk. Winded and in pain, Graves’ attack subsided, body limp. His head was full of listless floating, the edges of unconsciousness. He almost welcomed it. The creature planted a clawed foot on his sternum and leaned in close, his arm still tight in its maw, and growled in pure menace.

A beat later, Scamander was there, straddling the massive creature’s back. From his up-close perspective, Graves saw the moment Scamander wrapped the remains of his Jedi cloak over its face, blindfolding it.

With one last, bone-jarring shake, the vise around his arm released, the vornskr preferring to attack the nuisance on its back instead of a captive fighter pilot. Swearing, Graves rolled away from the monster, cradling his injured arm to his chest and crawling towards his blaster. With it in his hand, he turned back to Scamander, prepared to see him locked in a desperate struggle with the animal—

Instead, he found them in a stand-off. Scamander saw the blaster aimed at the vornskr and made a cut it out gesture. Graves scowled – what the hell his wrong with you? – and Scamander gestured again, a sharp, unequivocal no.

In deference to his obvious insanity, Graves lowered the blaster, but didn’t holster it. The vornskr staggered and howled, a strangely mournful sound. Graves realized that Scamander hadn’t just blinded it; he’d also tied his cloak around the beast’s head, blocking its ears.

“I was saying,” Scamander said suddenly, voice low and quiet but startlingly loud in the Ithorian forest, “that I usually don’t have this much trouble with animals. This fellow is—“ He paused, mouth twisting wryly. “A rare case.”

Somehow, blinding and deafening the animal seemed to have neutralized its combat instincts. It used its sense of smell to locate its packmates and subject them to a thorough sniffing; then it turned its face from Scamander, towards Graves, and then back again. It’s mouth was half-open, drool spilling between needle-sharp teeth, as it inhaled deeply.

Reminded, Graves inspected his arm. A few tears and cuts, but the majority of the pain was from something deeper. He grimaced, picturing broken bones, a stay in a bacta tank or – worse – time spent grounded. How was he going to fly his fighter with a broken arm?

“They use the Force to hunt,” Scamander continued to explain, still low and soothing. The vornskr rumbled, and it occurred to Graves that Scamander wasn’t really talking to him. Apparently, the animal wasn’t completely deafened. “Or at least they used to, far in their evolutionary past. On their home planet, their prey have adapted to block the Force – creating a sort of bubble around themselves. So they rely on their other senses, like most animals.”

As he spoke, Scamander stood carefully. His lightsaber was still glowing in his hand. He must have used it to cut his cloak, Graves surmised, and to create a blindfold. It would have been smarter if he’d used it to kill the creature. No wonder General Solo always said Jedi were more trouble than they were worth.

“There’s nothing to block the Force here, is there?” Graves asked, suddenly concerned. He’d been relieved, at least initially, when a Jedi stumbled over the camp of Imperial mercenaries who’d taken him prisoner. If Scamander couldn’t use the Force, however, he was going to end up being even more of a liability than he already was.

The vornskr turned towards his voice, and then huffed. It was a strangely … non-hostile sound. Almost amused. Graves tightened his grip on his dying blaster warily.

“No, no,” Scamander said soothingly. He took a step closer to the vornskr – Graves inhaled sharply – and then crouched, spreading his hands. “Not at all. That’s the problem, of course.”

The animal sniffed and moaned, low in its throat, and then nuzzled it’s fallen packmate. Only unconscious, Graves recalled, but it made something in his gut twinge nonetheless, reminding him of his pilots stranded somewhere in this dark forest.

“You’ll have to explain,” Graves prompted nervously.

Scamander shifted to crouch a bit more comfortable, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “You see,” he said, in that same nervous, professorial tone, “being cut off from the Force – when you’re Force-sensitive, at least – is like losing a sense. Sight, or hearing. Your other senses sharpen. And then when the Force returns….” He gestured, grimacing.

Graves narrowed his eyes, thinking of how the light from Scamander’s blade had sent him recoiling, when the man removed his blindfold. “More intense?” he hazarded. Scamander looked blank, so he sighed and clarified. “It’s more intense. Overwhelming.”

“Yes. Precisely. It becomes just this … deafening roar of sensation and noise. Quite frightening. And that’s only after a – a brief exposure to a ysalamiri field. This fellow….” Scamander shuffled a step closer to the vornskr, and then another. To Graves’ astonishment, the animal – taller than Scamander in his prone state, and probably weighing three times as much – bowed its head. “This fellow grew up with that silence, and then was brought here, to hunt for Jedi artifacts. The chaos in his head made it hard to break through. So I needed to….”

Scamander’s voice trailed off as he reached out one, trembling hand, touching the vornskr’s snout. Graves lowered his blaster the rest of the way, watching in captivated silence.

Eventually, finally, Scamander stood. Graves flinched as he removed the blindfold, but the vornskr just blinked, it’s deadly tail wagging. Wagging. What the hell.

Graves shook his head, catching Scamander’s attention. “You needed to dim its senses to communicate with it.” He sighed, holstering his blaster at last. “It’s not going to attack us? It’s calm?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’ve promised to help him get back home.” Scamander straightened and brushed forest detritus off his knees. Given that the rest of his Jedi uniform – tunic, vest, and loose pants – were torn and muddied, it accomplished very little. “He’ll help us, I believe, although it might be safer for him to stay in the camp and hide instead.” Scamander put his hands on his hips, looking over the scene of their brief, pitched battle, and then to Graves. “You know, I never did find out why you were here. Or how you came to be captured.”

Graves snorted, flashing back to the ambushed patrol, Queenie’s X-wing shot down, Tina following her wingmate and sister despite his orders to retreat. He’d been so busy arguing with her, he’d failed to notice the Ugly on his tail until a lucky blast got past his shields and hit his forward stabilizer. And then that had been it for him.

“It’s a long story,” he finally said. He took a few careful steps in the shadowy darkness, trying to find his footing; was it his imagination, or were things spinning? His suspicions were confirmed when the Jedi caught him, bright eyes capturing his gaze and holding it.

Graves blinked, dazed. “I’ve … never met a Jedi before,” he admitted. His tongue felt thick, unaccustomed to honesty.

“Most people haven’t,” Scamander said absently, unperturbed. A strange sensation, like gentle rain at dawn, washed over him, and the throbbing in his arm abated, his head felt clearer. He blinked, glancing down at Scamander’s hand on his bicep, and then back into his clever, pointed face.

Scamander released him and took a step back. “We’re just like everyone else,” he said nervously, twitching an insincere smile. “I assure you.”

Graves glanced at the vornskr, who regarded him with something like commiseration, and then down at his arm, still an injured mess but considerably less painful. And then, finally, at the lightsaber which Scamander had refused to wield as a weapon, but still carried in his hand.

With a twitch of his thumb, the Jedi extinguished the blade.

“Right,” Graves said sardonically. “Sure. Just like everyone else.” He sighed, shook his head one last time, and started an inspection of the camp. “Come along, Jedi Scamander. Let’s see if we can’t find a way out of this mess.”

Newt/Percival: Newt dominates Percival and he can't get enough

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
When the real Percival Graves finally meets Newt Scamander, he is honestly a bit unimpressed because Newt comes across as this unassuming and harmless wizard and animal lover. Percival even goes so far as to good-naturedly mock Newt on this one occasion, but he doesn't notice the calculating glint in Newt's eyes.

Later on in the night, Percival is working late or at home brooding when Newt shows up out of the blue. Percival is about to ask what's wrong when instead he finds himself on the receiving end of the roughest, most exquisite kiss he's ever had in his life. Newt is relentless in his onslaught, biting at Percival's skin hard enough to bruise.

It culminates in Newt either slamming Percival into the nearest wall or shoving him over his own desk, either way Percival gets utterly ravished by the other man all night. In the morning Percival is thoroughly rid of his preconceived notions about Newt and wants more.

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living for all these bottom percival prompts


Graves/Grindelwald/Credence: A/B/O - Lactation

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Omega milk has a strengthening effect on magic. Think like a special nutrient that helps support healthy magical growth, the same way calcium helps bones.

So obviously when Grindelwald discovers that Graves is an omega, he's not going to let it go to waste. He feeds Graves potions that set off his milk production, then he drinks his fill of Graves's milk. And later, once he has Credence, he makes Credence drink it, too.

-Breast pumping
-Rubbing ointment on Graves's sore, chapped nipples
-Credence guiltily getting hard while feeding because he's so close to another person and he's never touched anyone this intimately before

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Wow hot as fuck yes please

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Graves/Newt hairpulling, rough sex

(Anonymous) 2017-01-01 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Graves pulls Newt onto his cock by his hair while fucking him hard and rough from behind.

Consensual, please. Some verbal humilation, slight blood/painplay, and Newt coming untouched added to the mix would be great!

Fill: Unicorns

[personal profile] farawisa 2017-01-02 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
This was also used to fill another prompt, but also inspired by this one. The requested hairpulling is towards the end. Also on AO3 under

Newt Scamander is more than annoyed. It has been more than three months that he has been living with his boyfriend Percival Graves, more than six since they have started dating and still the other man refused to go any further in their intimacy than kissing and some light petting.

This is, in Newt’s humble opinion, more than ridiculous. Especially given the fact that he can clearly see just how much he is affecting the older man, even seeing the other man’s dreams on some occasions, because even though, he is not as good as Queenie, his abilities at legimency are more than adequate, especially when the person he’s trying to read is worked up in some way and Percy was more than worked up during some of his dreams.

So Newt knows that Percival wants him and has fantasies about him and about how he wants to have him bound at his mercy and take him roughly, which is something that Newt can definitely get behind.

This is why Newt is sitting on their shared bed, naked as the day he was born, arms bound behind his back with wandless magic, while still being linked to his also bound feet. This forces his knees apart to be able to sit comfortably, showcasing his proudly erect cock. A collar with a bow is around his neck, a tag saying “Property of Percival Graves” hanging from a hoop at the front.

He has his eyes closed, relaxing into the stretch of muscles, as he uses the fingers of his right hand to slowly rotate the plug in his arse. He gasps every once in a while, as it rubs over his prostate.

After about half an hour of waiting, he hears the front door open and close, followed by the sound of Percival hanging up his coat and scarf and putting down his suitcase by the door.

“Newt?” he calls out, sounding a little bewildered that Newt is not coming to greet him. “You home?”

“In the bedroom,” Newt calls back, trying to keep another gasp back.

There are steps getting closer and Newt stops the motion of the plug inside him by stilling his fingers. He looks up to the door through which Percival must come any second.

Only a moment later, the older man is standing in the door, looking at the picture in front of him wide eyed. Newt can see him swallowing heavily and can also see the other man’s cock fill rapidly, tenting his trousers.

Graves swallows again, before turning away. It visibly takes a lot of effort.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Newt asks, even more annoyed now.

“Back to work, before I do something that we will both regret,” Percival said, teeth pressed together and breathing heavy.

“Why would you think that we would regret it?” Newt asks, frowning.

“Because you’re a virgin and you don’t know what you’re asking for, what I want to do to you,” Graves replies. “Merlin, it’s like you’re inviting me to do these things to you.”

“I am,” Newt shoots back. “And what the hell gave you the impression that I’m a virgin?”

“The unicorns,” the older man answers, turning back to his lover.

“The unicorns?” Newt asks, raising an eyebrow. “Which ones?”

“The fucking herd of them in your suitcase that swarms you every chance they get,” Graves says, his eyes drinking in his lover.

“They don’t like me because I’m a virgin, Perce,” Newt replies, his tone growing fond. “They just like me because I’m the one that saved them from a breeding farm and nearly died doing it. And because I’m good at what I’m doing. Now get over here, before I start thinking that you don’t want me.”

That, Percival doesn’t need to be told twice. He is onto Newt only a moment later, kissing the other man hard.

“You okay with this,” he asks once he draws back several minutes later. Newt is out of breath from the kiss, this one being of the kind that he has craved for months and tried to initiate several times.

“Merlin, yes,” he breaths before catching Graves’s lips with his mouth again. He has to stretch up to do this, which causes the plug in his arse to shift, drawing a moan from him.

Suddenly, there is a hand in his hair, pulling him away roughly, exposing the long line of his neck. Graves makes his way down his lover’s throat, kissing and biting as he goes. He dips his tongue into the hollow of Newt’s throat, before going lower, keeping his tight grip on Newt’s hair.

The younger man groans as he is bent back, the motion shifting the plug again, and a hot mouth attaches itself to his left nipple. Graves’ other hand comes up to roughly play with his right.

“Yes,” he breaths, “right there…”

Graves chuckles, the vibrations shooting through Newt, setting his nerves alight. The hand in his hair leaves and Newt pouts at the loss. He’s not able to do it long though, since only a moment later, the hand on his chest roughly shoves at him so that he overbalances and lands on his bound arms on the bed.

Percival stands over him, regarding the picture he makes. He looks thoroughly debauched, bound, lips swollen red from kissing, stubble burn across his neck and chest.

This new position drives the plug in even deeper, making him gasp and also Percival’s eyes zero into the crack of his arse where the auror can now clearly see the end of the plug.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” he breaths, bending down and grasping the end of the plug, pulling it out nearly completely, before shoving it back in.

Newt cries out as it hit his prostate dead on, precum dripping from his hard cock.

Graves repeats the motion several times, bringing Newt closer and closer to the edge, making the younger man beg prettily.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he commands as he sees Newt’s ball draw up in preparation for an orgasm. He closes one hand around the base of Newt’s cock and the other around his balls, drawing them down.

Newt sobs as his orgasm is denied.

“You will only come, when I tell you to, do you understand?” he asked.

Newt nodded vigorously.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I- I understand,” Newt breaths.

“You understand what?” Percival asks.

“I must not come before you allow me to,” Newt replies.

“Good boy, that was nearly perfect. Just one little thing missing. Can you guess what I mean?”

Graves is stroking Newt’s cock again, bringing him back to the edge.

“Sir?” Newt asks, hoping that this is what the other man wants to hear and that he will allow him release now.

“That is correct,” Percival replies, rewarding his lover with a deep kiss. Newt can feel himself getting closer again. The older man feels it as well and closes his hand around the base of Newt’s cock again.

“No,” Newt sobs. He feels like he’s been on edge for months now with how Percival refused to touch him in a sexual sense. He can’t take it anymore. “Please let me come. Please.”

“So pretty,” Graves sighs. His hand grasps the handle of the plug again, drawing it out while he leans down so that his mouth is millimetres above the tip of Newt’s cock, his warm breath making the young man shiver.

“Come for me,” he orders and sinks his mouth around Newt’s cock, while shoving the plug back in. Newt comes with a shout of relief, babbling nonsense.

It takes several minutes for him to come back to himself and when he does, he notices that he is in a new position. His arms a no longer bound to his feet. They are, however, still bound behind his back. He is on his front with his knees underneath his hips, his ankles bound in place by magic. The whole position is extremely exposing and it’s making his cock take an interest again.

He can no longer see due to a blindfold over his eyes, but he can still hear his lover’s breathing close by.

“Merlin, if you could see yourself like this,” the older man breathes, his hand coming to rest on the small of Newt’s back, right below where his arms are bound. “And all this is only mine to take.”

“Yours,” Newt confirms and is rewarded by the plug being removed and replaced by his lover’s fingers, two of them fitting easily due to the stretch of the toy. They are followed quickly by a third, then a forth.

By then, Newt is rocking back into the fingers, barely able to contain his impatience for the fingers being replaced by Percival’s cock.

“Please, sir,” he begs. “I’m ready. Please take me.”

Percival chuckles and draws his fingers back. Then he is behind Newt on the bed and rubbing his still clothed cock against Newt’s ass.

“This is what you do to me,” he breathes into Newt’s ear as he gripped the younger man’s curly hair again, pulling him up. Newt moans in appreciation of both the rough handling and the proof that this affects Percival just as much as it affects him. Also the image of Percival still being in his suit from work while fucking him is more of a turn on than he is willing to admit.

Newt hears the button of Graves’ trousers being released and the zipper being pulled down. A moment later the blunt head of the man’s cock is nudging at his hole and he can only scream out in pleasure and pain when it pushes into him in one deep thrust. The pace that Graves sets is hard and fast, always drawing out completely and ramming back in, drawing Newt back onto his cock by his hair.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice breathy.

“Yes, sir,” Newt replies.

“Would you like a little more pain?”

“Merlin, yes…”



Graves makes an acquiescent noise and a moment later Newt can feel the sharp pain of a nipple clamp on both nipples. They are connected through a chain that hangs down his chest.

“More?” Graves asks, as he pulls Newt onto his cock again by his hair, the movement sending the chain swinging, tugging at his nipples.

“Please sir,” Newt moans, close to the edge again. Pain has been a major turn on for him for a long time.

Graves pulls on the chain, while holding him still with the hand in his hair, fucking him with deep even strokes.

“Come for me,” he orders and Newt comes, gasping and untouched. Percival shudders through his own orgasm only moments later, his hot come filling the younger man’s hole.

“Such a good boy,” he praises. A moment later, he gathers his wits about him and gets back up from where he has slumped across Newt’s back. With a wave of his hand, the younger man is released from both the bindings, the clamps and the blindfold and Percival is cradling his lover close after another wave of his hand divests him of his clothes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, running one hand through Newt’s abused hair and the other over his nipples, making sure that he didn’t harm the younger man.

“More than. Let’s do this more often,” Newt mutters before falling into blissed out post coital sleep.

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(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Graves is infatuated with Grindelwald from the get-go. He's been keeping up with news about him in Europe and even though he doesn't agree with most of his views he thinks he's a man with conviction and respects that.

When he gets captured, he decides to make the most of it and seduce Grindelwald to keep him distracted from taking over New York.

They fuck consensually and Graves loves every moment of it. He's loud, vocal and begs for more.

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Dumbledore/Graves, Graves/Grindelwald- Give Him My Love, angst, hc, noncon

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Grindelwald conquers America and keeps Graves as a concubine. After Dumbledore defeats Grindelwald, Dumbledore helps Graves work through the PTSD, and eventually the two fall in love and either marry or are just long-term partners. Every now and then, though, Dumbledore needs to go visit Grindelwald, either for information, to make sure the security is tight enough, or out of residual feelings. Whenever Dumbledore stops by, Grindelwald makes a point of asking after his former sex slave, and pointing out how, if Dumbledore had joined Grindelwald, they could have shared Graves.

Graves/Newt - boggart causes awkwardness

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Graves and Newt are assigned to get rid of a boggart. When it confronts Graves it changes into a scene of someone else fucking Newt.

I prefer that theyre not in a relationship yet and Newt isnt aware of Graves' feelings for him.

Credence/Any - rage sex

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Credence has a lot of fear and self-loathing, he's timid and scared and resigned to a life of punishment. But there's also anger there, a rage that runs so deep it feeds the obscurus.

So what happens when there's no more obscurus?

Whether it's controlled or he's cured or just too weak from nearly dying to manifest it I don't care. I just want Credence losing his shit, so full of anger that he just wants to make something hurt as much as he does. Fucking someone through the wall/floor/desk/etc and then devolving back into self-loathing when he sees all the marks he left behind from super violent sex.

Up to anon if it's non/dub con or if his partner is a bit masochistic.

Newt/Anyone - possessive, asshole!Newt

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Give me Newt, who is usually mild mannered, rambles on too long about his beasts and doesn't like making direct eye contact in a situation where he has to put someone in their place for making a move on his partner. Like, the partner in question is very clear that they're with Newt, but the other person cannot take no for an answer so Newt steps in to make a statement.

Bonus if Newt is a dick to whoever he's telling off and for his S/O being very appreciative of Newt's sudden display of possessiveness.

Double bonus if it's at an event with Theseus present who finds the entire situation hilarious because he's witnessed Newt's blatant assholery before.

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(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh i love this!!! While shy mild-mannered newt is also delicious we gotta remember that most of all he doesnt care what other people think which is why in the movie he has the tendency to be quite rude to people sometimes

Graves/Abernathy - Praise Kink

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Abernathy has a big crush on Graves and does everything he can to hear Graves praise him

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how did this pairing come into existence and why do I crave it