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Newt (and maybe Graves too) is an animagus. Optional bonus: If Graves is, then Newt figures out Grindelwald pretty early cause they know of each other, and Graves is acting like he has no idea.

I do anon, I do want it. I am crossing my fingers that someone makes this happen for you (and also me).

This is my favorite series ever!!!! Your depiction of their relationship is the best <3

Newt can't bring himself to eat any of the creature-shaped confections in Jacob's bakery.

(I had no inspiration for holiday fics all season, and now I write one. Go figure. Hope you enjoy!)

“If I get written up for cultural appropriation, your name better appear alongside mine,” Tina says, mouth hardly moving as she speaks to Graves. Her arms are crossed over her chest in a most un-elf like fashion—or, a most un-holiday-elf-like fashion. Her impression of a naturally bitter house elf was actually quite good. “And your beard is falling off.”

Graves hastily tucks the itchy, offensive article back under his chin, the adhesive charm obviously not doing its job. “You’re supposed to be a No-Maj elf, Goldstein. I’m hoping the good people of the office be able to differentiate.”

Tina scoffs. It looks particularly adorable paired with her stormy eyes and the wing-like elf ears that came with her costume—a costume that is not permitted to be taken off before the holiday ball is over, decreed by both Madam Picquery’s word and wand. “But what about the kids, sir? They don’t know any better. They’ll be asking the poor house elves about chocolate frogs and color-changing socks in the morning.”

“I wish you wouldn’t call me sir while I’m wearing long underwear stuffed with pillow feathers,” Graves says, smiling weakly at Auror Henwick’s little girl as she walks by in a star-struck daze. “If we’re both going to make fools of ourselves, we may as well settle on Christian names.”

Tina snorts out a laugh, not even trying to cover up the noise, which Graves finds charming. “Fine. Percy.” The current changes between them, but it isn’t unpleasant. She’s only called him that one time before and there was a considerably larger amount of jazz and firewhiskey in the room.

Graves licks his lips as he bites back a grin—the kind of grin that usually came with a case cracked wide open or a suspect on his knees in front of him, the kind of grin the Junior Aurors knew to fear. “Alright then…Teenie.”

“Absolutely not,” Tina deadpans, and they both laugh as Queenie comes bounding up from the gold-decorated main stairwell with her two little ones in tow.

“Mrs. Kowalski looks like she’s got trouble in the brain,” Graves says lowly, but then again, she always looks a bit like that. He’d expect little else from the woman who singlehandedly challenged the inter-magic marriage laws and won. When he glances up at Tina, she’s got a pinched look on her face, one that has very obviously been pointed at her sister before, one that says you stop reading my thoughts little missy.

“Santa, Santa, mama said you’d be here!” Gilly, the elder daughter, immediately clamors into Graves’ lap, which he accepts with a muted oof. “I already know what Papa got me for Christmas, but I wanted to see you anyways.”

Graves nods sagely. “Keeping with your studies, I see. You’ll be as fine a Legilimens as your mother soon.” He’s only met Mr. Kowalski a handful of times, but the girls look much like him—all cheer and sparkle and wonder. “But you’ll still have to be a good girl tonight, or I may forget your gifts.”

“Alright then, sugar, give your sister a turn,” Queenie says, offering Graves a politely apologetic smile. “Sarah’s a bit shy still. You’ll have to excuse my little honey bunches.” She gives the other girl a little push towards Graves, whose lap is suddenly empty. “Go on now.”

“I’m right here, dearest,” Tina says from over Graves’ shoulder. “Come sit by Auntie Teenie.”

Oh, so the little one can call you that, but the man who brought you to completion thrice in one evening must settle for formalities, Graves thinks, but reminds himself he is, in fact, an adult.

But Sarah, a shy-faced little girl who reminds Graves sadly of those New Salemer girls he wanted so desperately to help, just shakes her head.

“Oh, I know,” Gilly says, bouncing on the tip of her toes. “Auntie Teenie can sit on his lap first!”

There’s a beat of silence filled only by the laughter of passing groups and the low din of In the Bleak Midwinter being played by the band downstairs.

“Oh, baby, Auntie Teenie already asked Santa for a present,” Queenie says, doing her best to ease the awkwardness, but then she startles a bit and glances up at Tina, eyes widening. “Oh, Teen,” she murmurs, cheeks pinking.

“Merlin’s beard, hush,” Tina says, her own face burning scarlet.

Graves is positively elated.

“Will you, Auntie?” Sarah tugs at the edge of Tina’s green felt costume, her eyes big as she looks up at her aunt. Graves sees Tina’s resolve crumble in the face of her doe-eyed niece.

“Of course,” Tina says, and rests a hand on Graves’ shoulder as she steps around the plush gilded chair. In a slow, smooth motion, she sits down on Graves’ right thigh, tucking her legs between Graves’ to give herself some space. She smooths out her skirt, but Graves can feel the heat of her thighs and ass against him beneath the material of her candy-striped stockings. She drapes one arm across his shoulders to keep herself steady before turning her head to look at him, her gaze dark and confident. “Now, Santa, maybe you’ll be good to me this year.”

Graves bites back a growl, settling for resting his hands on her slim hips, letting the fabric bunch between his fingers. “Perhaps,” he says quietly, wanting nothing more than to tug her body tight against his. He feels his cock swell in his costume, reacting against his will to Tina’s heat and smell and wicked, wicked little smile.

Queenie clears her throat, cheeks still pink. “Maybe we’ll go get some cocoa before Sarah takes a turn,” she says, ushering the girls to her side.

“That may be best,” Graves almost croaks, hand rising to graze the dip of Tina’s waist. “You’re cruel,” he says, lips close enough to her pointed ear that he’s grazing her cheek as he speaks. “And I want nothing more than you laid out on my bed tonight.”

“It’s Christmas Eve, Percy,” Tina says dryly, punctuating the sentence with a delicious little grind of her ass towards his cock. “I’ll stop by tomorrow.”

“I’ll be expecting you,” he says, keeping her in his lap with a firm grip on her hips. “Teenie.”

Filler here - I'm so glad you liked it! The next part will be up soon, but after that I'm not sure as I've got quite a busy week coming up.

Urgh, here have a part two. As is usual with my writing, the dratted thing just keeps expanding. Not sure when the next bit will be up, as I've got quite a busy week, but I'll try not to have too long a delay.

In unrelated news, I only just spotted the typo in the title. Oops.

****

Newt, Tina and Theseus all twist around to observe the newcomer behind them. Short, well dressed, with a glint in his eyes that doesn’t bode well.

‘Lovis.’ Graves greets him.

‘Lovis?’ Theseus repeats, thoughtful. ‘Ah - didn’t I beat you in this competition last year?’

Newt winces as Lovis’ face goes red. He himself may accidentally offend people on a regular basis - but his older brother has always been very good at doing it on purpose.

‘That was an exception.’ Lovis bites out. ‘But since you’re always saying how good you are at judging your opponent’s strength, I’ll duel your brother.’

Tina and Graves make identical noises of protest, much to Newt’s appreciation, but Theseus doesn’t even blink.

‘Sure.’ His git of an older brother replies. ‘Start in 15 minutes? I’m fairly sure there’s a free slot then.’

Lovis focuses on Newt, who fixes his gaze somewhere near the man’s chin. ‘Shall we say that anything goes? Baring Unforgivables, of course. We’ll see just how the younger Scamander matches up to the older.’

Newt really doesn’t like tone that the other man used with his brother, and it’s that, more than anything, that gets him to agree.

‘Fine.’ he says.

Lovis looks pleased, turns on his heel and makes his way over to the stairs which descend from the observation platform.

Newt suddenly realises that there are a number of people staring at him and he attempts to shrink back into his coat a little bit. He forgets, sometimes, just how easily his brother can attract the attention of a crowd.

A gentle touch on his shoulder makes him look up and - oh - Graves looks rather worried, doesn’t he?

‘You don’t have to fight him.’ Graves says, shooting a glare at Theseus. ‘No matter what your sibling may tell you. If its something you’re not comfortable with-’

Newt shakes his head and stands. ‘If not Lovis, then I’ve no doubt that Theseus would collar me into duelling him at some point. This is probably the better end of the deal.’

Theseus makes an offended noise that is muffled when Newt drops his coat on his brother’s head.

‘Hold on to that, if you please. I’m rather fond of it, and I’d rather it didn’t get damaged.’

Newt extracts Pickett from his waistcoat pocket, not without a little difficulty, and places him on Tina’s shoulder.

He hesitates, then turns to Graves. ‘Would you hold out your hand a moment?’ he asks.

Graves looks surprised, but complies and Newt deposits the Swooping Evil Cocoon on his palm.

‘I don’t trust my brother not to throw this at someone -‘

‘Hey-‘

’-so if you could keep him safe, I’d appreciate it.’

Newt suddenly realises that his hand is still hovering just above Graves’ and he snatches it back, chancing a glance upwards to the man’s face. Newt catches a glimpse of a fond amusement before Graves’ face smooths out again.

’Not going to keep this one for the duel?’ Graves asks. ‘Lovis did say that anything goes.’

Newt lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. ‘There’s only one of him. I might if I was against multiple people.’ He glances over his shoulder at his brother. ‘That is not an invitation.’

Theseus tries to look innocent. It doesn’t really work. ‘Never crossed my mind. Still, you’d best be off.’ His older brother’s smile turns sharp for a moment. ‘The anti-apparition wards are down in the arenas, so you’ll be fine. Break a leg!’ he pauses. ‘Or a few ribs, I’m not particularly fussy…’

Newt’s answering smile mirrors his siblings when he hears the old joke - the punchline being that its usually Newt doing the breaking, rather than ending up injured himself. He waves in acknowledgement and turns for the stairs, leaving his friends behind him.

because, honestly, I thought Queenie looked more like NEWT'S sister than Tina's so... Secret, Married Lesbians of the 1920's.

Maybe the wizarding world isn't quite so open to it as they like to pretend and it could effect Tina's career...

Maybe they have to hide it from Mrs. Esposito because a muggle tenement was all they could afford and they're just so used to hiding it from their neighbors that it never occurs to them to bring it up at work or with friends...

TLDR: they're married, not related, but they tell everyone they're sisters to keep suspicion off of them.

Ooooh nice one.

Awww poor Newt. Seconded!

Omg, I love this so much! The brotherly banter is awesome. Break a leg indeed. You just know, there is a story to this. I love that Newt shed is coat because without it he looks delicious...and deceptively slender. I grinned when he said he'd only use the Swooping Evil if there was more than one opponent. And immediately backtracked in mind because Theseus would be evil and do this to him.

No worries about when you get time for the next chapter. I'm very Happyend that the story is written at all. Thank you!

I'm so glad you liked it! Like I said, I've never written this 'ship before (so I'm really glad it worked for you!), but your prompt was so great I just had to give it a try <3

Yessss! Newt and graves as hogwarts professors!!!!

This was fantastic - and I love how Newt is taking care of all of his creatures (and his coat). I'm very excited about the duel

Awesomesauce! Hope you like!

*****

“Abernathy! My office!” Director Graves snapped, sweeping past a group of chattering underlings. Abernathy, who had been staring in an inappropriate fashion at the sway of Queenie Goldstein’s hips as she walked past with an armful of files, snapped upright, all the blood going out of his face, and stumbled after Graves.

He slunk into the office, and Graves said sharply, “Shut the door.” He stalked over to his desk and turned around, bracing his hip against it and folding his arms.

Abernathy swallowed hard, and pushed the door shut behind himself, hovering as close to it as possible in case there was an opportunity to flee. “Um, sir, I didn’t mean to stare, she’s just very- Not that I’m blaming her! It was completely inappropriate, I’ll fully understand if she’s made a complaint about-“

“Oh, do shut up, Abernathy,” Graves said irritably. “I’ve better uses for that mouth of yours. Get over here.”

Graves flicked his fingers, and Abernathy found himself walking over and dropping to his knees at the director’s feet, tilting his head up and waiting silently. “Much better,” Graves purred, opening his flies. He was half-hard already, his cock thickening rapidly as he jerked himself a couple of times and the pressed the tip to Abernathy’s mouth.

“Come on, open up,” Graves rumbled, gripping the back of his head, and Abernathy’s mouth dropped open of its own accord. “Good,” Graves said approvingly, pushing in until Abernathy’s eyes started to water, and then pulling back and starting to thrust. “Mind your teeth, hmm, and suck me like you mean it.”

He curled both hands around Abernathy’s head, fingers messing up his hair, and worked his cock in and out with long, slow thrusts, while Abernathy swayed with the motions and sucked as hard as he could, hands clenching on his thighs as he tried to stop himself doing it.

“Pathetic,” Graves muttered, shoving in until the head of his cock hit the back of Abernathy’s throat, and then pushing further. “How did you ever think you’d make it in the field? The first time somebody casts Imperius on you, you fold like a paper doll. C’mon, take it, there’s a good boy, yes, just like that.” Abruptly he shoved Abernathy off, and said hoarsely, “Up you get. Take off your pants.”

Abernathy stumbled to his feet, already undoing his trousers, and dropped them to the floor, kicking them away. Graves nodded at his desk. “Bend over, hands on the desk.” Abernathy stared at him, still dressed with his erection protruding obscenely from his open flies, and tried with cold terror not to move. He twitched, staying in place for a moment, but Graves raised an eyebrow in condescending amusement and he slumped, turning around and resting his hands on the desk as ordered.

“Better,” Graves purred, giving his ass a sharp smack, and then stepping up behind him and kicking his feet further apart. He pressed a hand against Abernathy’s back, shoving him further down until his face was resting on the desk and his exposed ass was sticking up, Graves’s cock brushing against it lightly.

A breath of silence, and then the surface of the ebony desk rippled, cold wood enclosing Abernathy’s hands up to the elbows, and he felt something similar happening to his feet, holding him in place.

“You’ll have to excuse me, but I find having to concentrate on controlling somebody a little annoying while I’m getting off, don’t you?” Graves murmured, pressing his fingers against Abernathy’s asshole. Abernathy squeaked as he felt he was suddenly filled with slick liquid, leaking out of his hole and dripping down his thighs, and he had barely registered that he was in control of his own body again when something thick and hot plunged into his entrance. He cried out in pain and shock, trying to pull away but brought up short by his trapped limbs.

“Sir, please, stop, sir,” he choked out, and Graves put a hand on the back of his neck and shoved his face into the desk, leaning over him and fucking into him with short snaps of his hips. “Whine all you want, you pathetic excuse for a wizard,” he snarled against the back of Abernathy’s neck, “I don’t care, and nobody else can hear you right now.”

His thrusts got deeper as Abernathy’s hole loosened up, and then faster and harder as well, until he was slamming into him, rattling the desk, knocking over his quill and sending a pile of reports fluttering to the ground as he buried himself deep and pumped his come into Abernathy’s flinching body.

Graves slumped over Abernathy as his breathing gradually slowed, and then he straightened up, sighing, and stretched out his back. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel much better,” he said conversationally. Abernathy made a choked, unhappy sound. Graves stepped back and set his clothing to rights, and then tugged his wand out of his sleeve and waved it at the mess he’d made of his desk and his subordinate.

Once Abernathy was clean, Graves released his limbs from the desk and said, “Don’t stand just there snivelling, put your trousers on.”

Abernathy did so, cringing and silent, and Graves watched him coolly. When he was dressed and presentable, Graves reached out to straighten his tie, and then said mildly, “Thank you Abernathy, I was having a very stressful day. To be honest, I have no idea how your boss has refrained from committing murder on a daily basis, having to deal with you lot.” Abernathy’s eyes were just widening in horrified suspicion when the man currently answering to Percival Graves Obliviated him neatly.

His face went blank, and then returned to embarrassed chagrin as Graves said icily, “And since Miss Goldstein has kindly agreed to let the matter slide if you desist, we’ll say no more about it. Is that understood?”

“Yessir, I’m very sorry sir,” Abernathy babbled, staring at the floor like a scolded child.

“Very well. That will be all.” Abernathy scrambled out the door, and Graves poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey from the bottle in the locked cabinet behind the desk and sipped it leisurely as he settled into his chair. The paperwork might indescribably tedious, but there were some definite perks to being the Director of Magical Security. Not least of which was working his way through the entire Department for stress relief purposes. Perhaps next time he was feeling tense, he might drop by the Wand Permit Office and see how the Goldstein sisters were getting on...

okay so y'all may know Colin, during the Golden Globe, seemed a bit grumpier than he normally does (at least that's what I thought, he smiled 3 times during the show and yes, I counted) . While Tom Hiddleston was coming to the stage to accept the award given to him, Colin texted somebody ;0 Idk why but I find this hilarious, he was so fed up with the whole thing and decided to text someone instead to entertain himself (or he was replying someone's text whatever)
So the prompt here:
I have this thought that, maybe he was texting Ezra?
Later that night I found out Ezra was in Japan. Hanging out, going shopping, sightseeing, bla bla...
And tadaaaa, what a coincidence :D
Me and my friends imagined Colin texting Ezra constantly with a crying emoticon at the end of every sentence. And while Ezra was having fun, Colin sufferred through every miserable minute of his life waiting for the young man to call him back. Poor Colin, he just wanted to get out of the place and go home, text the bae but the bae totally forgot about him ;)
Rating depends on the author ~ and I really want to see how they will talk to each other over any kind of video chat app that you know ;)

I love everyone here! This is great description, and Queenie's telepathy can come in very handy. And the fact she beat the marriage laws.... this whole thing was great!

Headcanon that Newt is actually the more dangerous of the Scamander brothers. Still waters run deep after all. I mean...he does have a f***ing Nundu in is case and isn't fazed by damn near anything. "There's absolutely nothing to worry about" ring a bell?

And Theseus knows. And he's so goddamn gleeful about what's to happen. It's a joy to watch. I almost want to see Newt go against multiple opponents, simply for the shock value...or never even bothering to pull his wand.

Anyway, I've said it before, I say it again. Great story!

...this gives the term genderfluid a WHOLE new meaning!

Aah, this is so great! Did you want this to segue into post-movie twin shenanigans as well with the rest of the crew?

THIIIIIIIS OMFG!!!!!!!! +1000000000000

So my best friends' grandma told me this story once about how she met her husband. She said that he was her older brother's best friend. They'd basically all grown up together, though she was about 4 years younger. They would always tease her mercilessly. To her, she was just her older brother's annoying friend.

He was drafted in WWII as soon as he was old enough, so she didn't really see him after that. I’m pretty sure he sent her brother letters, and always had something for her in them, teasing her most likely, to keep her optimistic. But when he came back from the war, of course he was older and more mature. When they met again they both had a moment like “holy crap, they’re beautiful and amazing and kind.” They knew each other so well, but they both had a sudden realization that they were attracted to the other. Eventually, after some wooing, they started dating and then got married.

I'd love to see something like this with Newt and Graves. Except I suppose they both go to war (of course WWI). Maybe they even see each other again a few years into the war out in the theatre instead of back at home, and all of their soldier buddies are like, wait. That's you're best friend’s brother? But he's so hOT. Or they finally have a reunion after the war and they’re just so relieved to see each other.

Awwww!

Much as i adored Jacob/Queenie, i would read the absolute shit out of this.

Aw, Newt :( I love his bond with his creatures and how nice about it all Jacob is, but I can see it'll get worse before it get better for him now.

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Prompt Post #2

Graves/Newt - Animagus

Re: All the Lady!Graves

Re: Fill: Intruders 4/6

Newt & Jacob friendship fluff

Fill: Graves/Tina "so hurry (tonight)"

Re: Fill: (1/?) It's always the quite ones.

Fill: (2/?) It's always the quiet ones.

Queenie/Tina, "Hey mister: she's my sister." (Non-Incest AU)

Re: Queenie/Tina, "Hey mister: she's my sister." (Non-Incest AU)

Re: Newt & Jacob friendship fluff

Re: Fill: (2/?) It's always the quiet ones.

Re: [Fill] Newt/Tina/Graves soulmate auuuuu

Re: Graves/Newt - Professors at Wizarding School

Re: Fill: (2/?) It's always the quiet ones.

Fill: Graves/Aurors non con

RPF (Colin/Ezra): Grumpy Colin at The Golden Globe?

Re: Fill: Graves/Tina "so hurry (tonight)"

Re: Fill: (2/?) It's always the quiet ones.

Re: Graves/Newt, Graves/female!Newt, deep undercover

Re: Scamander Twins - trading identities, who is who

Re: Graves/Newt, swimming, bamf!Newt

Newt/Graves, Theseus & Graves best friends - Wartime, Falling in Love

Re: Fill: Graves/Tina "so hurry (tonight)"

Re: Queenie/Tina, "Hey mister: she's my sister." (Non-Incest AU)

Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (5/?)