fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

The Captcha words for the previous comment were

monkey, sweatshirt, hair, rainjacket and restaurant

(I'm already picturing that this is somehow about Newt)

Here you go, OP! Hope you enjoy :)

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I'm a busy person, Percival Graves thinks, tapping his fingers angrily on the table. He's an hour late and it's pretty clear I've been stood up. I need to stop loitering in this goddamn restaurant and go home before I waste more time.

He sighs and makes his way to the exit, not meeting anyone's eyes as he goes. The heavy downpour of rain matches his abysmal mood perfectly.

He zips up his black rainjacket as he heads to his Harley, having foregone his usual leather jacket in lieu of the weather.

He'd thought Newt Scamander was different. Clearly, he'd thought wrong.

Granted, he'd only met the guy two days ago, when his subordinate Tina had brought him to the station for unleashing a Townsend mole into the Steens Bank. Percival had believed Newt's earnest insistence that everything had been an accident, and the British man had been awkwardly charming and exactly Percival's type.

The thought that he'd been played niggled at him. Reading people has always been something that he's excelled at, and the thought that he'd misjudged Scamander's character unsettled him more than anything. He'd have to review all the files they had on Scamander tomorrow, as well as that baker that had been involved. Maybe Kowalski's actually an accomplice and not just an innocent bystander. Maybe he should run a deeper background check on the two just to be sure.

He drives home slowly, letting the rain wash away his frustration and disappointment for the night and bottling it all up for tomorrow. He's absolutely soaked by the time he arrives at his apartment building.

"Percival," a voice calls out from the darkness just as he cuts off the Harley's engine. He dismounts slowly, positioning his right hand so that he could reach his gun holster should he need to. He doesn't remove his helmet, keeping in mind the protection it grants him.

The voice sounds familiar.

"Show yourself!" Percival shouts. He hears slow, shuffling steps to his right, and when he turns, his eyes land on his missing date as the man walks into the range of the fluorescent lights.

Newt Scamander is smiling sheepishly, holding his hands up in appeasement. He's gotten rid of his blue coat, which is a shame, and replaced it with an oversized white sweatshirt, which is an even greater shame. The sweatshirt has SAVE THE BEES in bold, black letters and three black-stylized bees are printed below it in varying sizes. There's a yellow honeycomb pattern in the background. It's endearing, and nerdy, and it fits Scamander's persona.

Percival remembers his suspicions and doesn't relax at the sight.

"What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?" Percival growls.

Scamander ducks his head and hunches his shoulders.

Trying to make himself a smaller target, Percival notes.

"I asked a friend. I'm so sorry for standing you up," Scamander offers, sounding genuinely apologetic.

"Why?" Percival asks flatly. Scamander blinks.

"Why did I stand you up?" he asks.

"No, I meant why are you wearing a sweatshirt like that? Of fucking course, I meant, why did you stand me up in the first place?" Percival demands.

Scamander flinches, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Did you see the news tonight?"

"I was a bit busy being stood up by my date," Percival replies sarcastically, not even trying to follow Scamander's logic and non-sequitur.

"Sorry," Scamander repeats, biting his lip. "It's just that... I saw this segment about a Chinese multimillionaire flouting Dougal at a gala."

"Dougal? Nevermind. What does that have to do with you?" Percival asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

Scamander approaches him warily until they're only about a foot apart. If the guy doesn't hunch over like he's doing now, he's actually taller than Percival.

"Dougal is a Pygmy Marmoset, and he's just a baby. You can touch him if you like, he's very friendly," Scamander announces, bowing lower. Percival stares at Scamander's hair in complete incomprehension, until his attention is caught by something swishing from side to side.

A gray-and-black-striped tail.

He abruptly realizes that the grayish patch of hair on top of Newt's bowed head has eyes peering up at him. It's about the size of his thumb. It trills a high note at Percival and blinks.

"...You're not telling me that you snatched him from that Chinese man, are you?" Percival hears himself ask faintly. He removes his helmet and runs a hand through his hair, which is perhaps the only part of him that's not completely wet at this point. Newt fucking Scamander. I should have known.

"I rescued him," Newt declares firmly. "That man didn't have any papers for Dougal, anyway."

Percival sighs deeply. "I am not hearing this. And how do you know he didn't have papers for Dougal? Fuck, don't answer that."

He shakes his head as he walks to the service elevator. Newt trails behind him like a puppy. A particularly naughty golden retriever, maybe.

"I asked my brother," Newt answers, which raises even more questions. Fuck it, Percival's downing at least two glasses of Jack when he gets to his apartment.

"...And your brother found out how?"

"Classified, sorry," Newt replies, glancing up only for a moment before looking away. "Look, Percival... I'm so, so sorry. About all of this. I know I should have at least called to let you know I wouldn't be able to make it, but it was hard enough to explain it in person, it would have been even harder to explain it over the phone. You wouldn't have believed me."

Percival considers Newt standing before him. He still can't find any trace of deception. Just like two days ago.

"Aren't you concerned that I might arrest you for this?" Percival demands, crowding Newt into a corner of the elevator. Newt's gaze travels from the floor to Percival's boots, up his legs and torso, and lingers on Percival's lips before finally meeting his eyes. Percival inhales sharply at the sudden rush of arousal flooding through him.

"A little. But I'm hoping you'll invite me in for coffee instead. Even if I like tea more," Newt says, peering at Percival under his curly fringe.

"Fuck," Percival curses loudly. Newt smiles like the little shit he is.

"That's the idea."

--

"There was a bit of an incident last night, causing some superficial damage to my blue coat," Newt says in the morning, curled up against Percival.

"What?" Percival asks, distracted from observing the sleeping Dougal on Newt's sweatshirt on top of the bedside table.

"I spilled some filet mignon on it."

"Right. Am I gonna see that on the news tonight? Nevermind, don't answer that. Tell me about Dougal instead."

Newt's smile is perhaps the most beautiful thing Percival has ever seen in the early light of day.

"A pygmy marmoset is a type of primate that can be found in Brazil, Peru, Columbia and Ecuador..."

on ao3

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Re: Fill: Invite Me In For Coffee

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Re: Fill: Invite Me In For Coffee

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I love Credence to bits. But when a guy like Graves come around, older, powerful looking, and obviously with money, well, he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when it could get him out of Mary Lou's control.

OP: ugh *knows, sorry, english isn't my first language

Re: Original Graves/Credence; Credence knews exactly what he's doing

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Re: FILL Original Graves/Credence; Credence knews exactly what he's doing

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OP

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-29 16:41 (UTC) - Expand

Mary Lou discovers that Credence is an Obscurial and somehow (threats against his sisters?) manages to control him. Then she uses him to conquer at least New York (maybe the whole country?) and turn it into her own little kingdom of religious tyranny using Credence as a threat against any who don't fall in line, because how do you fight a shadow?

The rest of the cast are part of the magical resistance and Newt is the British spy sent to smuggle in important information on how to take out an Obscurial since anything even remotely magical or witchy was destroyed when Mary Lou swept through.

double bonus points if you manage to somehow save Credence.

For inspiration recommended listening is "Hail To The King" by Avenged Sevenfold. https://youtu.be/DelhLppPSxY

I've written a fill that can be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9588974

I hope it's something like what you wanted to read! :-)

OP Here

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I loove me some newt angst, so something where newt has some kind of eating disorder, whether anorexia or bulimia or both, with him getting really really unhealthily thin and his friends noticing and taking care of him, and queenie reading newt's hateful/unhealthy thoughts on food during a meal, and bonus if they do a spell to weigh him and she hears his self-disgusted thoughts when he sees the number. If he gets better or not is up to you, i prefer gen but newt/real!graves is fine by me if you want to add that in :)

So it's canon that Eddie had to lose a lot of weight to play Lili in The Danish Girl (amazing book and movie if you havent seen/read it) and he said in an interview that he ate "breakfast and a little lunch and that's it" and that the costume department kept telling him "you have to lose weight!" While the makeup department told him to not to lose weight cause it made his face gaunt which made it harder to make him look like Lili. So, a fic where Eddie resorts to starving and/or vomiting to lose weight easier/faster?
+for the costume department obvliviously encouarging it
++for the costume department knowingly encouraging it
+++for the makeup department being really nice and telling him he needs to stop/its not worth it
Whether its gen or slash is up to you, but preferably no Eddie/Alicia :)

holy yes please *_*

Graves is training Tina/Credence/Newt/OC in hexes to help them become an auror. The person is obviously in love with him. He's more touchy feely with that person and gives them sexual glances, but nothing comes of it. Finally, the distraction puts the person in danger, so Graves fucks the student wherever they are at the time in order to put an end to it.

Jacob has adjusted very well to the gay couple among their friends (I happen to very fond of Graves/Credence but any works) despite the no-maj views on homosexuality, to everyone's pleased relief. Then one day he happens to let slip some comment about them to the effect of "can't really blame him for falling for that" or "well he is a lucky man" and to everyone's reaction of surprise there is just like "What? I mean don't get me wrong, I sure love women too but, well, uh..."

((i apologize in advance bc ive never written for this fandom dsfdslkfjsdkj but i tried omg, op i hope this was what you had in mind!!))

It’s quite amusing for Jacob how smoothly everyone in their peculiar group of friends pairs off with one another.

He and Queenie had been the first couple to form, and to this day he still cannot believe that such a lovely creature had agreed to be his. It feels like a dream, being greeted by her radiant smile and a kiss on the cheek, the faint scent of her perfume - bergamot, orange, and a touch of vanilla - lingering in his nose and making him fall in love over and over again each and every day. Her eyes light up every time she tries out one of his new pastries or sweeps off a smudge of flour from the tip of his nose or catches him singing along to the smooth jazz flowing from the radio. Even though Jacob lacks her ability to read minds, the softness in her voice and the gentle curve of her cherry-red lips tell him that it’s love.

“Gross,” Tina sighs when she catches them necking in the kitchen for what must be the fourth time this week. “Could you at least put up like a warning sign or something?”

Whereas he and Queenie had fallen for each other in the blink of an eye, the relationship that develops between Tina and Newt is more subtle and nuanced, building up over time. Jacob first realizes it when he catches them creeping out of Newt’s suitcase in the middle of the sisters’ living room a little after midnight, both of them giggling like idiots, and he’s fairly sure he sees a bottle of firewhisky clutched in Tina’s hand. Newt stumbles and nearly trips over his own feet, but she holds on to him, perhaps a little too handsy than what’s strictly necessary.

Jacob clears his throat loudly in the doorway and they both freeze.

“Just getting a glass of water. Carry on.” He strides over to the kitchen, and hears Newt mumble something under his breath. Tina laughs in response, and then there’s the very distinct sound of someone’s ass being slapped, followed by an indignant squeak.

Jacob stares at the yellow and white wallpaper and counts to ten before he even thinks of going out there again. The suitcase is gone, and so are the two lovers. There’s a faint light shining from under the door of Tina’s room, and Jacob smiles to himself as he passes by.

There are four of them at their breakfast table the next morning, him and Queenie casting smug looks at each other and both Newt and Tina slightly hungover. Mrs Esposito would be scandalized, Jacob thinks as he locks eyes with Queenie. She merely grins and offers him a second cup of coffee.

However, the thing going on with Graves and Credence is a whole another issue. Those two have been dancing around each other for what feels like an eternity. Jacob can’t claim to understand it, all this stuff about Obscurials and magic and such, but he does notice the tension between the two of them is thick enough to cut through with a knife. While some of it might be due to the fact that Credence could, at any moment, explode into a writhing dark mass and bring forth destruction with his every breath if he felt like it, that’s not really a plausible explanation for how Credence perks up like an eager puppy whenever someone mentions Graves.

Whatever they’ve got going on, they’ll work it out themselves, Jacob reasons. Even if it’s a painfully slow process. They’ve gotten into the habit of having dinner together every Friday evening, and Jacob swears that whenever he looks up to pour himself an another glass of wine, those two are glancing at each other, both attempting to do so as discreetly as possible.

In fact, they’re so slow about it that by the time they finally get together, Jacob and Queenie are already in the middle of planning their wedding. It’s going to be just a small ceremony with the reception held at his bakery, but still, something in his chest flutters with excitement as Tina stops by one morning to discuss invitations. She and Queenie had agreed to work on decorations and table settings and such, and Jacob had gladly taken it upon himself to produce the most perfect cake for the occasion.

“So, I was thinking of inviting my old friends Pat and Robert from the canning factory,” he lists off as Tina nods attentively. “And then Edna, she’s the little old lady who stops by nearly every day for coffee and a cheese danish.”

“The one with the large blue hat?” Tina asks, her smile widening when Jacob confirms it. Edna’s an interesting character, and by now she’s become a regular, always having more than enough time to catch up and trade gossip with Jacob.

“One invitation for you and Newt, one for Graves and one for Credence,” he goes on. “Makes for six in total. Shouldn’t be too much work.”

“Five, actually,” Tina pipes up as she sets her cup down. “Mr Graves and Credence are living together in the same address nowadays.” She falls silent, then, observing him with a carefully composed look on her features, almost questioning. There’s no ambiguity in those words, no room for misunderstanding.

“About time, if you ask me,” Jacob remarks, and she relaxes in an instant. “They’ve been hogging the table by the window for a good few afternoons now and silently making eyes at each other.” Looks like he owns Edna ten bucks, though, because he’d bet that there was no way those two would get together before spring.

(“Yes!” Edna yells when he relays the news to her. “I told you Kowalski, I told you. Your pastries are an aphrodisiac.” She uses her ten dollars to order a piece of cheesecake, lamenting over how they’d just lost their juiciest source of gossip of ogling at the unlikely pair by the window seats.)

When it comes to cakes, Jacob doesn’t mess around. He has to achieve that perfect moisture and taste for something as important as their wedding cake, which means he ends up spending many evenings at Queenie’s, going over recipes and trying out different combinations. Though Queenie sometimes insists otherwise, baking and magic are things that should be kept strictly separate, because half the joy of baking is sinking your hands into a fresh bowl of dough, shaping it with your own two hands and getting yourself covered in flour. Magic is the easy way out in these kinds of situations, so just conjuring up a wedding cake with a snap of your fingers will not do.

A particular Friday evening finds him, Queenie, Credence, Newt, and Tina all in the kitchen. Graves is working late, as he often is, but both Queenie and Tina had nagged at him to join them for their usual shared dinner as soon as he could. This evening is a little different - while he does have a casserole cooking in the oven, he and Queenie have set out various little samples of cakes and pastries in an effort to decide which ones to serve at the reception. Their friends dig in eagerly, and for a moment it’s silent, save for the faint sounds of munching.

“These are perfect,” Newt moans through a mouthful of raspberries and chocolate dough.

“Not too much chocolate?” Jacob asks.

“There can be no such thing as too much chocolate,” Newt declares with a solemn nod. “What color is your suit, though? It would be neat if it could match the cake.”

“No,” Queenie states firmly, “come on, a red and brown suit, really?”

Newt argues that brown is all the rage in England, and especially brown Paisley, which makes Queenie gasp in horror. Then again, he claims that British wizards will wear damn near anything, robes with ruffles, lace, endless rows of buttons, you name it. He doesn’t know much about suits, though, but brown works with anything, right?

“No,” Queenie repeats, and in an effort to rid herself of the mental image of her future husband in a ruffled brown robe, goes on, “Credence, honey, do you own a suit? You could all go shopping for something fancy together. Something that’s not brown.”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Credence states with a shrug, fiddling with his fork. “I don’t really go to formal events.”

“What about that one neat three-piece you wore when we went to the theater?” Queenie asks and pops a piece of plain vanilla cake in her mouth. “That looked really nice, black and gray and such.”

“Oh, I borrowed that one for Mr Graves. His closet is full of them, I can borrow one for your wedding, I’m sure.”

Jacob remembers the suit in question - he’d been working on a particularly big order that evening so he hadn’t been able to join Queenie and Credence at the theater. The two of them had dropped by after closing time, though, Queenie looking as beautiful as ever in her sophisticated maroon dress, and Credence in an admittedly nice suit that had, however, been at least one size too big for him.

“Nah, you need to get a real suit. A proper, fitted one,” Jacob points out. “That’s how suits are.”

“They are?” Credence asks with a furrow in his brow. “They’re just clothes, though.”

Maybe it’s because he’s had a couple of glasses of wine already, but he’s feeling amused enough to clap Credence on the shoulder. “No, no. I mean, no offence or anything. It was a classy suit, I remember, but clearly not meant for you. Mr Graves is more…” Jacob waves his hands vaguely in the air in front of him, searching for the right words.

“More what?” Tina asks, now more interested in Jacob’s explanation than the cake sitting on her plate.

“Well, come on, you’ve seen him.” Jacob glances at her meaningfully. “All dark and scowly and attractive.”

Credence drops his fork, Newt’s mouth falls open, and Tina merely stares. Behind him, Queenie is checking the casserole in the oven, as nonchalant as can be.

“Attractive?” Newt questions, more curious than anything.

“Honestly, those cheekbones and that jawline? Damn. You’re a very lucky young man, Credence.” He plates up some more cake. “He kinda reminds me of one of my old flings back from my army days.”

“Oh! You’re..” Now it’s Newt who’s waving his hands in the air vaguely. “Does Queenie, uh…?”

“Of course I know, you silly,” Queenie calls out from over her shoulder. “There are no secrets between the two of us. Though I still don’t really agree with your taste in men, dear.” She casts an amused look at Jacob, then glancing towards Credence as she adds. “No offence, honey.”

Credence responds with a faint nod, looking like he’s wishing for the ground to swallow him up.

“In my opinion, madame Picquery, now that’s one breathtaking woman,” Queenie sighs almost wistfully, and that’s something Jacob can easily agree with. Newt looks mildly thoughtful at that statement, Tina a little nauseous, and Credence seems to be very intently studying the cake crumb on his plate, his cheeks still tinged with redness.

“Obviously you’re not the expert on good taste, either,” Tina says, her nose crinkling up in distaste. “Picquery, really? What about inner beauty and kindness and all that?”

The discussion drifts off to other topics after that, the casserole comes out of the oven, and they settle to eat. Graves shows up, too, though he does raise a brow when the room goes surprisingly quiet when he joins them. Newt squints at him from across the table, eyes glued on to his jawline.

“Yeah, I think I can see it,” he admits after a moment, unaffected by Graves’ icy stare. Credence is currently in the process of trying to slide down as low as he can go in his chair, silently considering if he could slink under the table and hide there for a moment or two.

“What,” Graves starts off, his voice toneless, “were you up to before I got here?”

“Oh, you know,” Queenie chirps lightly, “just discussing matters of taste and such.”

Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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Re: FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

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The sneaking away from his work and coming home to Ma later than he was supposed to didn't start with Mr Graves (or whoever he was). There were others before him, men, and secret meetings in hidden away places...

Culminating with Graves unexpectedly and helplessly ending up on the end of a targeted seduction by someone who turns out to know exactly what he wants and how to get it, or maybe just getting quite the sudden surprise their first time. I can't decide which to ask for.

...Okay so I'm the prompter but I just managed to end up inspiring myself so I'm working on this now.

Re: (original) Graves/Credence, Credence isn't as innocent as we expect

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FILL: 'It Started In An Alley'

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Someone life gets saved; they were falling, maybe a bad spell was sent their way, whatever. They pass out from the trauma or something, probably seeing their savior before going out or maybe not.

They wake up chained to a bed or something and their 'savior' matter-of-factly stating that since they prevented their life from ending, the rest of that life belongs to them. The captor ensures this by having bound their captive with some ancient dark magic that enforces this.

Cue forced servitude and possibly forced sex, though my main kink is creepering and unwanted intimate touching but non-con is also good. Obviously the captive is very displeased with the arrangement.

The captor can anyone from Grindelwald (Fem Grindelwald if you are feeling the fem), Dark Newt, Dark Graves, to even Dark Credence with a mastered Obscurus.

Captive can be anyone, even OC or second person pov (OP has a sub kink), tho maybe not poor non-dark Credence because that poor boy has suffered enough.

Eventual rescue optional.

Pretty binding jewelry or other marks of ownership would be cute as would Fem Grindelwald/Graves if you feel spoiled for choice on the options.

While imprisoned Graves was tortured or cursed and now is little more than a feral animal, snarling and dangerous. No one knows how to help him.

Tina suggests they ask Newt and so her returns to New York and slowly helps Graves find himself again.

Bonus if the feral behaviour never completely leaves, like he rubs up on Newt to scent make him and gets a bit crazy when Newts in danger.

Yesssss. Yes to everything.

The reason Newt was able to handle dragons so well during the war was because he had a common trait with them. The dragons recognized Newt's affinity with fire and claimed him as their own.

During Grindelwald's trial (or after his escape) he attacks MACUSA, and Newt neutralizes him with his ability, or just anything with Newt being BAMF with fire.

Bonus: Newt's an absolute beast with fiendfyre, he can handle it easily.

Bonus x2: Newt doesn't even need a wand for fire related spells (fire elemental??)

Bonus x3: Newt's ability is super rare.

(Yes, I'm full of clichés)

...did you turn Newt into a firebender?

Re: Fire Affinity/Elemental - Newt, Fiendfyre, and Dragons (Gen or Graves/Newt)

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Grindelwald had access to the Graves family fortune for months. After his arrest and Percival's subsequent recovery Graves discovers that he is utterly broke. And no longer fit to be an auror. (injury, ptsd, compromised, what have you.)

Graves ends up on the streets until someone finds this shell of a man and saves him. He gets a meal from a soup kitchen Credence is working at. Grindelwald won't let his talent be wasted. Whoever, whatever.

+His pride makes him do stupid things.
++ he does whatever he has to to get by. including whoring himself out.

A long distant relative leaves Newt with an interesting inheritance, a large abandoned and run down victorian mansion. Of course his curiosity gets the better of him and goes to see it for himself.

The townspeople seem friendly enough although a tad superstitious, they seem terrified of the mansion and have multiple times to convince Newt to stay away.

Apparently ,the original owner who the mansion was named after was betrayed and murdered by his own lover, now his malevolent spirit is said to roam the old home.

Ghosts? Oh please those are children’s tales.

At least thats what Newt says, until things happen in which he can’t explain. He also starts having nightmares every night, with the same man appearing in each dream glaring angrily at him, but Newt also sees something else… loneliness.

Newt should have ran away, that probably would have been the sane response, but his natural curiosity makes him captivated by it all. Captivated by the man in his nightmares and wanting to help him. He starts to conduct his own investigation about the man and the events leading up to his murder.

Seconded!

Grindelwald is captured, Graves is found and eventually returns to his position as a Director of Magical security. The good guys won, they get a happily ever after, right? WRONG! Grindelwald wouldn't let Graves, whom he viewed as the main enforcer of all the harmful, oppressing laws wizards suffer, have peace.

During Graves' captivity Grindelwald tortured and raped him, and often shared him with his followers. He recorded it all in great, obscene detail, and now these recordings are sent to everyone Grindelwald and his cronies can think of - to Picquery, to Graves' family, to all the members of MACUSA, to his own aurors, to the newspapers, there are even random copies of the moving photoes stuck to walls of buildings lining places likes the US version of Diagon Alley and the like. It's everywhere and Graves cannot escape it.

Bonus points for a recording of (an Imperio-ed) Graves looking like he enjoys it and is begging for Grindelwald's and his supporters' cocks.

Even more bonus points if Graves doesn't remember that all this happened until he sees a copy playing during a MACUSA meeting and memories of his own repeated (gang) rape flood his mind.

Want this !!!!

Before Newt can meet any other characters in New York, Grindelwald snatches him and dumps him in the same place he keeps Percival in. The two prisoners can't see eye to eye on anything and don't like each other at all but they know that if they want to regain their freedom, they have to start working together.

Of course they fall in love in the process.

Yes please!

I've got such a huge thing for someone begging Graves for 'just the tip'. Like, he's reluctant at first but he hates saying no and pretty young men with wide, pleading eyes are his weakness.

I don't really mind how this works out, whether it's Graves/Newt and they don't really have time for sex but one thing leads to another, they're both a bit desperate and and Newt begs for just the tip, just a little bit, it wont take long. Or Credence, knowing sodomy is a sin, but surely just a little bit doesn't count? Just a bit, just for a minute, it can't be that bad. Could be Original Graves or Grindelwald Graves, I don't mind.

YES!!!

Re: Graves/Credence or Graves/Newt - "Just the tip"

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Eh, Grindelwald gets imprisoned for good much earlier AU?

Graves visits him every once in a while with a toddler, says it's the kid of a colleague whose death Grindelwald was responsible for, Idk. Except every time Grindelwald notices a little something about the child that bears resemblance to Graves, and oddly enough, to himself. Up to filler how Grindelwald feels about having a child and what he does after.

tl;dr: Grindelwald got Graves knocked up without knowing and only finds out when Graves visits him with his child in prison.

OP is happy with or without A/B/O.

Awww so cute I love !!!!!!

Newt Scamander is sent to meet his fiancee who he hardly met, Percival Graves. Graves is a powerful American Socialite, widowed, with one ill son named Credence.

Newt doesn’t understand why Graves chose him. He was terrible at social functions, thrown out of school, and has a strange taste in the occult and cryptozoology which is frowned upon by most. Yes, not very marriage material by high societies standards.

When they meet, Newt just has a hard time with Percival’s secrecy and worries for him. Some nights, Percival leaves at night and returns at the crack of dawn, bloody & torn up. Newt does his best to patch him up but feels he isn’t right man for ANY of this, as his spouse or his amateur nurse… but the look of pure crushing loneliness on Percival face keeps Newt silent.

Things stay that way for awhile until the truth comes out in the form of Percival’s son… Credence. The truth is like a wave and is beyond what Newt imagined.

Credence is ill.. very ill and the only way of curing the disease is by killing the monster that infected him, the vampire Grindelwald. Percival already lost his wife to the beast so like hell he was going to lose his son.

Newt at that moments is both shocked that creatures of the night exist and excited that his knowledge of the strange will be of use. He also vows to care for Credence like his own, vampire thrall or not, and to never leave Percival to deal with this burden alone ever again.

>>>>> Inspired by Penny Dreadful and Supernatural.

Penny Dreadful suspense and drama yeeees

Seconded so fucking hard.

So everyone at MACUSA has a healthy respect/fear of Graves. He's powerful, he was tortured and shrugged it off, he's just all around a intimidating guy without trying.

Enter Newt, a bright sunshine with shy smiles and just overall adorable.

Everyone is left stunned when Newt treats Graves overly affectionate, touching him, fixing his suit, stealing a bite of his food. Ect.

I just wants the Aurors bracing for sweet Newt to get yelled at and it never happens. Graves lets him off every time and eventually everyone realizes their dating

Seconded!

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Newt knows it's not Graves immediately and mounts the rescue for the real man. Once the dust as settled he eventually admits he came to New York to tell Graves that he got knocked up from their one night stand. Newt is either pregnant or has a toddler tucked away somewhere safe.

Happy ending please.

YES

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*snaps fingers dramatically* go

(i wil love you forever if you write your own lyrics/new songs. don't especially care what ships are involved, no incest tho. pls make Newt be Mia)

The one I'm working has the vibe, but not exactly an AU.

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While the American wizard community is more progressive than No Majs re gay people, it's different when you're a wealthy pure blood from an old family. Graves is expected to reproduce with another pure blood.

He shows up for like, Thanksgiving with his new fiance, a young man, instead. The family is mildly racist toward Credence because his parentage is uncertain and Mother is undercover nasty about not getting grandchildren. A lifetime of abuse has left Credence able to absolutely tell how unwelcome and disappointing he is.

He freaks out more and more and struggles with depression over it, seeking some way to become a mother.

can be mpreg but I was leaning more towards a more realistic solution.

Yessss all the Credence feels.

FILL Credence/Graves, blood status, pregnancy fears,

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...because I just saw a poster for the latest Thomas Fersen album and thought of meme:

https://www.amazon.fr/Coup-Queue-Vache-Thomas-Fersen/dp/B01N3M98K2

This is one of the strangest prompts ive read but im all for it

Just... Graves needing several hours of alone time with more than his hand, ok. And, because he's a wizard, he has access to things like nipple clamps that pinch AND suck, collars that choke but never strangle, and self-fucking dildos that taper off and plug him the second it feels like he's going to come too soon.

BONUS: Credence or Newt as accidental voyeurs. (They didn't mean to perv on Percy but he was moaning their name loudly and desperately enough for it to require further investigation)

yes this is hot af

Hi !!! I so want many short stories about Gellert and Percival's life together. During a date or a walk, in bedroom, dinner, after work etc.
In short, the little things of everyday life ( sorry for my english !!!)

Any/Any Captcha challenge

Fill: Invite Me In For Coffee

Original Graves/Credence; Credence knews exactly what he's doing

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Gen Mary Lou + Credence, Hail to the Queen.

FILL Gen Mary Lou + Credence, Hail to the Queen.

Newt with an eating disorder

RPF, Eddie with an eating disorder to lose weight for The Danish Girl

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Graves/anyone, sexual tension

Queenie/Jacob + any M/M couple, bi!Jacob

FILL: matters of taste [1/1], bi!jacob, queenie/jacob, newtina, gradence

(original) Graves/Credence, Credence isn't as innocent as we expect

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"I saved you, I own you", probably non-con

Graves/Newt, feral, taming

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Fire Affinity/Elemental - Newt, Fiendfyre, and Dragons (Gen or Graves/Newt)

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Homeless Graves

Real Graves/Newt: Ghost Percival Graves and Curious Newt

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Grindelwald/Graves, past noncon, revenge porn

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Newt/Graves prison break

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Graves/Credence or Graves/Newt - "Just the tip"

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Grindelwald/Graves mpreg Grindelwald finds out he's a father when he gets two visitors in prison

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Real Graves/Newt: Supernatural Hunting Victorian Couple

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Graves/newt, scary graves and sunshine newt

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Gramander, Mpreg, bamf Newt,

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Any, La La Land AU

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Credence/Graves, blood status, pregnancy fears,

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Gen or Newt/Any, Newt riding a Muggle cow

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Real Graves, masturbation, enchanted sex toys

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Grindelwald/Graves little things of everyday life