So, here’s a short little fill. It’s less of a “five times when...” and more of a “ …and the one time when they all realize the truth.” Also, first time posting on the meme, so if the formatting’s a little funky that’s why.
“Wait a minute, the puffskeins name is Percy?” Tina gawked, pointing at the innocent furball currently nestled in Newt’s hands. Around the two the entire MACUSA building fell silent. Everyone watching the conversation with fervent interest.
“Well, yes. Who did you think I’ve been talking about the last few weeks?” Newt replied.
Tina could only stare at Newt, as he continued to ramble.
“…I named him after my great-uncle Perseus. My mother use to always say how he used to be such a strict man until you got a little fire-whiskey in him and - Tina where are you going?”
Tina didn’t even look back at the confused magizooloogist. The rest of the room sparked back to life, everyone shaking there had and whispering about ‘how could we be so stupid,’ and ‘we should’ve known better.’
Newt looked down at the tiny amber puffskein in his hands, only a few months old. “Do you know why she’s acting so silly?”
The puffskein chirped in reply, its long tongue extending to lick newt chin.
Newt laughed, “of course you don’t, but thank you for the consideration.”
Later that evening Newt was cuddled up in a chair, in his hut. Percy over on the counter, snuggled in a nest of blankets.
“Why didn’t you just tell her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Newt replied innocently, looking over his shoulder at the man behind him.
Percival gave him a look.
Newt shrugged. “I really did name him after my great-uncle Perseus.”
Percival rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but be amused by the other man’s antics. He then walked over and gave him a peck on the mouth. After all, the man had just pulled the wool over the eyes of his entire department.
Percy the puffskein cooed, and both men couldn’t help but laugh.
While writing this, I couldn’t help but think of the puffskeins as being like tribbles from Star Trek. Seriously, they’re both fluffy balls of cute.
Everyone ships Graves/Newt (fill)
“Wait a minute, the puffskeins name is Percy?” Tina gawked, pointing at the innocent furball currently nestled in Newt’s hands. Around the two the entire MACUSA building fell silent. Everyone watching the conversation with fervent interest.
“Well, yes. Who did you think I’ve been talking about the last few weeks?” Newt replied.
Tina could only stare at Newt, as he continued to ramble.
“…I named him after my great-uncle Perseus. My mother use to always say how he used to be such a strict man until you got a little fire-whiskey in him and - Tina where are you going?”
Tina didn’t even look back at the confused magizooloogist. The rest of the room sparked back to life, everyone shaking there had and whispering about ‘how could we be so stupid,’ and ‘we should’ve known better.’
Newt looked down at the tiny amber puffskein in his hands, only a few months old. “Do you know why she’s acting so silly?”
The puffskein chirped in reply, its long tongue extending to lick newt chin.
Newt laughed, “of course you don’t, but thank you for the consideration.”
Later that evening Newt was cuddled up in a chair, in his hut. Percy over on the counter, snuggled in a nest of blankets.
“Why didn’t you just tell her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Newt replied innocently, looking over his shoulder at the man behind him.
Percival gave him a look.
Newt shrugged. “I really did name him after my great-uncle Perseus.”
Percival rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but be amused by the other man’s antics. He then walked over and gave him a peck on the mouth. After all, the man had just pulled the wool over the eyes of his entire department.
Percy the puffskein cooed, and both men couldn’t help but laugh.
While writing this, I couldn’t help but think of the puffskeins as being like tribbles from Star Trek. Seriously, they’re both fluffy balls of cute.