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[Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)3.
"Mr. Graves!" chirps a bright, terribly-familiar voice. "Wow, it's Mr. Graves!"
Graves closes his eyes for a long moment, then opens them reluctantly to scan the room. Pickett the bowtruckle is hanging from his bookshelf, already clambering over, and Graves wonders briefly whether he can get Scamander to take him back. But Graves is meeting Scamander later this afternoon, only an hour or so away, and surely - surely he can deal with this until then.
Graves's office is empty. He clears his throat and says, "Yes? You're Pickett, aren't you?"
"Wow, you really can speak!" Pickett exclaims. From Graves's light-fixture he jumps to his desk, a barely-visible streak of green. "That's amazing, Mr. Graves! You're so cool!"
More than a bit dubiously, Graves says, "Thank you."
"And you told off Bandit! And helped Hera and Hephastios and - "
"Pickett," Graves says, trying to be patient, "why are you here?"
"I wanted to see you again, Mr. Graves! I love you so much!"
"Not that I don't appreciate the thought," Graves says, feeling awkward, "but - "
"Wow, Mr. Graves! You appreciate me!" Pickett jumps to his hand, the lightweight skittering of his movement like an insect on his skin. "That's so great, Mr. Graves! No one else has said that to me!"
"Not even Mr. Scamander?" Graves says, and then shakes his head, sidetracked. "I only mean, Pickett, that I'm unable to reciprocate your feelings."
Pickett hangs onto his sleeve when he tilts his arm, hoping to get the bowtruckle to drop back to his desk. "That's okay, Mr. Graves! I can love you like friends! Or even like family! You can join our home tree and stay with Mum forever, it'll be great!"
Graves pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "That's not really how humans work."
"Wow, really?" Pickett exclaims, clambering upright, heading for Graves's elbow. Graves takes pity and holds out his hand, letting Pickett climb on before lifting the tiny bowtruckle to his shoulder. Pickett looks delighted to be there, clinging to Graves's collar. "How do humans work?"
"It's complicated," Graves says, picking up his pen and starting on the pile of waiting paperwork. "Not at all like bowtruckles, I'm afraid."
"Does that mean you can't be my family, Mr. Graves?" Pickett asks, his voice wobbly. "Mr. Graves, that's terrible! I love you! You have to be!"
"Unfortunately," Graves starts, but is quickly interrupted.
"But Mum is family!" Pickett says. "And Mum is human, too! Can't you be family like him?"
Graves hears a whisper of a sound, something by the floor mumbling, "-ing moron," in a familiar voice. Spinning around, magic at his fingertips, Graves scans the floor and surrounding furniture. His bookshelf appears normal, empty of stray creatures, but Pickett is suddenly, suspiciously silent.
Graves turns slowly back to his desk. There's something conspiciously missing. "Pickett," Graves says, "have you seen my pen?"
"N-no, Mr. Graves," Pickett says very loudly, and then, in the tiniest hint of a whisper, "Left."
Perhaps Pickett isn't so bad after all. Graves's magic comes to him easily and he flicks it out, paralysing the Niffler holding Graves's entire container of shiny silver pens. The Niffler stares at him, only looking sorry to be caught.
"What did I say about my office?" Graves says darkly. "It's the box for you."
"No," the Niffler says, dragging the word out into a cry as Graves pulls out his wand, starting a conjuration. Graves raises an eyebrow and doesn't stop. "Pickett, you fucking snitch - "
"Mr. Graves is amazing!" Pickett cries, dangling from Graves's arm. "Why are you so mean to him?"
"He's a motherfucking asshole and all of you are too blinded by that wimpy cock-sucking - "
"Don't you dare call Mum that!" Pickett shakes a tiny green fist. "I'm telling Rosie!"
"What, that you're so fucking smitten with 'Mr. Graves' that you want that rule-abiding bastard to be your Daddy - "
"Mr. Graves is perfect!" Pickett cries. "Mr. Graves would be - "
"'Mr. Graves'," the Niffler drawls, "is the worst - "
"Mr. Graves is the best!"
"'Mr. Graves' is a fucking - "
"Mr. Graves?"
"If you could stop calling me that," Graves says, very tiredly, and is welcomely rewarded by both Pickett and the Niffler shutting up. The glass box is a masterpiece, if he says so himself, and he settles it to the floor and only then notices the man peering in through the door. Scamander's expression is very odd.
"Um," Scamander says, "then - what would you like to be called, sir?"
Graves has to resist the urge to close his eyes and wish everything away, or to banish the Niffler into the box the way he so resoundedly deserves. "I apologise, Mr. Scamander," he says. "I've had people asking for me all day."
"Ah," Scamander says, starting to smile. "I suppose that might get tiring, yes." He steps inside at Graves's lackadasical gesture, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. "I, um, find myself feeling similarly, sometimes, you know - I mean, you don't have to call me 'Mr. Scamander', my name is Newt."
With Newt's head ducked, his pale blue eyes peeking up through his eyelashes, Graves really can't say no. "Of course," he says. "Newt. I suppose you're here to tell me you've lost a Niffler?"
Newt's eyes widen suddenly and he follows Graves's gesture to the Niffler, still petrified. "Oh, you found Bandit!" he exclaims, then seems to notice the position the beast is in. "Um, could you release him? I - I promise I'll keep better track of him this time."
Graves looks at the Niffler, who stares unrepentantly back and opens his mouth. Already tired of the stream of invectives that will no doubt result, Graves wandlessly silences him and raises his eyebrows at Newt. "Will you," he says doubtfully, and Newt wrings his hands a little.
"I - I could take your box? It's very nice," Newt adds, as though the compliment might make Graves more lenient. "Perhaps - perhaps some time-out will help him learn."
"Mum," Pickett says very seriously from Graves's desk, "you're too nice."
It must come out as a sound, because Newt looks down to the desk, eyebrows furrowing before his expression clears. "Pickett! I was wondering where you'd been." He reaches out toward the bowtruckle, but Pickett takes a hesitant step back. "Pickett?"
"You're not going to put me away again, are you?" Pickett asks. "I want to stay with Mr. Graves!" He finishes this by clinging to Graves's sleeve. Graves looks down at him and sighs.
"I-I'm very sorry, Mr., I mean, um..."
"Percival will do," Graves says wearily. "He seems quite attached."
"That's because I love you, Mr. Graves!"
"Percival, then," Newt says, sounding hesitant, and Graves has to offer him a wry smile to stop that look on his face, wary and uncertain; Newt, tentative, smiles back. "I really am sorry about Pickett, I don't know what's gotten into him - he does have the worst attachment problems - "
"Mr. Graves is great!" Pickett exclaims, and clambers to the top of Graves's wrist, sticking what passes for a tongue out at the silenced Niffler. "And he'd be the best Daddy ever, so there!"
Graves has no idea what to make of that, so he tries not to make anything of it at all. "It's fine," Graves says, feeling tired, "but he is rather distracting, and I do have work to do." He looks down at Pickett rather pointedly, where Pickett sways and falls flat to the cloth of his sleeve.
"I - I'm so sorry, Mr. Graves!" Pickett wails. "I just thought you were so awesome and cool and smart and magical - "
"I can see how that might be the case," Newt says, tentatively reaching out to Pickett again. "Pickett, you know Percival can't keep you forever."
"He was very helpful against that beast of yours you call a Niffler." Graves says, feeling a little guilty at Pickett's mournful sobbing. "But I'm not really equipped to deal with a bowtruckle, no matter how - helpful. Or attached."
Pickett perks up at that, grasping onto Newt's thumb as he gradually lifts the bowtruckle away. "Really, Mr. Graves? Wow, you're even more amazing than I imagined! You really are the best Daddy ever!"
Graves has to struggle not to make a face, something tied between wry amusement and dismay. He manages a shred of a smile at Newt's relieved expression as Pickett goes peacefully back to him, and Newt says, "Ah, well, I'm very glad he didn't bother you overly much."
Newt's eyes are bright and he's smiling, crooked and fond, but when Graves meets his eyes he looks down, cheeks pinking. Graves clears his throat. "No, but I can't say the same about that Niffler."
Newt bites his lip again, and Graves drags his gaze away to look at the Niffler, still petrified and staring at him angrily. It's significantly better without the colour commentary, at least. "I, um," Newt says. "Well, you were planning on examining my case today, weren't you? I can - take him back, and..."
"Discipline?" Graves offers, and Newt's mouth turns down.
"It's just, Mr. - Percival," he corrects himself, "I don't think, I just couldn't - "
"Newt," Graves says, and sighs again. "You do understand that the problems you've been having with his escape are due to your own reluctance to force any boundaries - "
"I know," Newt says, looking miserable, "but..."
You're too nice, Pickett had said, and the bowtruckle was completely right. "Maybe I'll keep the box," Graves says, wryly. "For the time you're here."
"I'm really very sorry," Newt says, glancing at him hopefully. "I'll try to keep my case better-locked. And you," he directs to the Niffler, still petrified on the floor, "need to stop taking things."
As Newt steps toward the Niffler, Graves rises to his feet. He levitates the Niffler with a flick of his wrist back to Newt's waiting grasp, then reluctantly releases the petrification. The Niffer makes an attempt at a struggle under Newt's scolding glare, but when it opens its mouth absolutely nothing comes out.
Graves doesn't even bother hiding his smug smile when the Niffler turns to stare at him, incandescently furious. "I do hope you'll be more successful this time," he says. "You said you were having trouble with the locks?"
"Yes, well, it's just a bit broken, really," Newt says, and Graves keeps Newt talking about his case and his creatures as they head out the door. Newt's - startling, like this, bright and expressive, a clever glint to his eyes when Graves poses an interesting question, and with the way that he sometimes sneaks glances at Graves through his eyelashes, well. Graves wonders.
But there's a case to inspect, creatures to register, and Newt's leaving, soon. Whatever it is, Graves thinks, it'll have to wait.
Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 02:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 08:40 am (UTC)(link)I have to admit that I come back to read this anytime I feel like laughing because this does makes me laugh. In a good way. :)
Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-09 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)I'll admit, I'm curious to see him interact with the demiguise, that quiet, wise, foreseeing animal. Looking forward to more!
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(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 04:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-13 07:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
(Anonymous) 2017-01-15 10:19 am (UTC)(link)Percival is so patient and all, and OMG I love Bandit and fanboy!Picket haha.
I couldn't help but think of a Percival as becoming "SuperNanny" to Newt's creatures, as indeed he cannot keep them in check. x'D
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(Anonymous) 2017-07-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [Fill] Beastspeaker 3/6? - Graves/Newt, Graves can talk to magical beasts
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