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Present-day fic in which Newt learns to play Pokemon Go

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently, Newt is still alive and well as of 2016, so why not have him play Pokemon Go? I can totally imagine him enjoying it.

Re: Present-day fic in which Newt learns to play Pokemon Go

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Amazing. Any thoughts about which Pokemon he'd have on his team?

Newt/Multi + Dougal + Pickett + menagerie, Vetting the Dates

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Newt's menagerie vet his dates. They are the ultimate deciders on whether a person is good enough for their human.

...Pity Newt doesn't know that.

Re: Newt/Multi + Dougal + Pickett + menagerie, Vetting the Dates

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
All the yes!

Real Graves/Newt: Newt Confesses all!

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Queenie, Tina, and Newt meet up at a speakeasy to catch up. After multiple shots of Giggle Water, the conversation moves towards a "naughty" territory.

But Newt ends up being far more honest than anyone ever expects. He details all of Percival and his sexual escapades in graphic detail, and Newt does it with such innocence and naivety he was always know for.

- Far away, Percival gets a sudden urge to bend Newt over his lap and punish him. Huh...Curious.

Jacob is an Omega, ONLY magical creatures are ABO

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Non Magics never heard of Omegas.
Jacob got really horny and suffered perversions of thought and moral character(His mom's words), he always suppressed it with food. He did his part in the Great War and tried his best to live a good life. He always kept a stash of spare rags on hand for the weird mucus leakings he had sometimes, usually whenever he had perverse and unmanly thoughts.

He figured he was just- you know, inverted. It explained why before he gained all the extra weight he already had soft large pecs and nipples like some woman. And the wierd slime. His body was trying to be a woman or something. He just knew he wasn't going to tempt fate and head anywhere near the docks. He was going to remain a good man. Maybe open a bakery. Put his nurturing talents and inversions to good use. Yeah. Men ran bakeries all the time. Didn't make him inverted. Just a lover of food.

Enter Newt. And the ABO world of magic.

How Newt and the others discover Jacob is omega is up to you. Maybe the girls think Newt is Omega because they smell it on Newt? Maybe Newt is Beta, or maybe Newt is also omega?

Have fun just please- I spent the entire second time I watched the movie going "OMG Jacob you are the most adorable omega ever"

Re: Jacob is an Omega, ONLY magical creatures are ABO

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
I think everyone loved this prompt so much they forgot to second, so I'll do it for everyone else too! +12000

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Colin Farrell/Eddie Redmayne: Colin fucks him with his Oscar

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
you heard me.

Re: Colin Farrell/Eddie Redmayne: Colin fucks him with his Oscar

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:38 am (UTC)(link)

Jacob/Any Omega Jacob goes into heat unexpectedly

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
I now need Jacob getting some Alpha loving.
Queenie as an Alpha? Newt helping him?
Kids as a result totally optional (but I would love to read about Jacob just adoring the idea of new life growing in him)

Maybe he only goes into heat because of all the magic around him?

Re: Jacob/Any Omega Jacob goes into heat unexpectedly

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Seconding so hard!

Ace!Newt trying to figure out how to navigate Squish/Crush

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Newt struck me as very ace in the movie... can we see some Newt trying to deal with the emotions Tina has stirred inhim, and more, Tina's obvious emotions for him?

Re: Ace!Newt trying to figure out how to navigate Squish/Crush

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:30 am (UTC)(link)


(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Basically id like something where newt is willingly involved with GW and GW treats him good in a fucked up kind of way. You can find the dynamic I'm looking for in Serial Killers!AUs where they're both fucked up but its for each other instead of against each other like in most GW/anyone fics.

Re: Dark!Newt/Grindlewald (OP)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oops! OP: +if newt uses his connections to fuck up poachers and save creatures still
++GW SPOILS him. New beasts, nice clothes, lovely food, shiny things for the niffler, ect.
+++GW doesn't look so much so like bleached laundry lint.

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Grindelwald, Newt, cw: animal cruelty

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Grindelwald imperiuses Newt and forces him to hurt/maim/kill one of his own creatures.

Re: Grindelwald, Newt, cw: animal cruelty

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Queenie wants to keep Jacob as a pet/baby (D/s petplayy or Mommy!)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Queenie is a dom with some very specific kinks.
She likes to be worshiped. She likes to have someone depend on her. She likes to care for her partner.

She finds Jacob to be her perfect sub baby/pet. She praises him and pets him and has him worship her pussy with his tongue for hours.

My "wand" for:
-Nipple play
--+Adult nursing
-Her fingering his mouth or greedy and needy entrance (Anus, rear cunny W/E)
-Magically growing her clit into a cock like structure and letting him suckle it or fucking him with it.
-Caressing and praising his soft and squishy belly, caressing his soft thighs, digging her fingers gently in to feel the give of his soft body and praising him for it.

Please no non-con or harsh derogatory names.
Also please no diapers or anything that goes into diapers- this is purely about the taking care of aspects.

Re: Queenie wants to keep Jacob as a pet/baby (D/s petplayy or Mommy!)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:10 am (UTC)(link)

Newt is Trans Man - Jacob is a trans Woman with no good terms for it

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Newt was originally Nymphadora or some other name.
He used magic and potions to become male, and most of the wizarding world accepts this, if grudgingly.

Jacob, in the 1920s in NYC, has a few gay bars and Drag Balls she can go to. But Jacob's Gran put the fear of god into him. He doesn't go near the bars, near the docks. He lives a celibate life because the she inside doesn't want a wife the "right" way. He struggles because when he forgets to correct himself she thinks of herself as female.

Queenie spots this, maybe says something. And Newt has so much sympathy for Jacob. Maybe talks about how in the Wizarding world you can choose your sex to match the gender you feel.

Maybe they help her? Maybe Jacob lives happily with Queenie after he gets his memory back at the end of the movie- wife and wife in private and husband and wife in non-magic public? IDK

Important Bits:
Trans Newt, and Trans Jacob.
The Trans struggle in a society that 100% does not accept you and the Trans struggle in a society that 70-80% accepts you on the surface.
And how even in no acceptance, trans woman Jacob finds a way to come to peace with herself.

Re: Newt is Trans Man - Jacob is a trans Woman with no good terms for it

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
All the cookies for this prompt!

ABO Pack Dynamics (Newt/Graves & Poly)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
So, in some ABO au they focus more on pack dynamics. So everyone is a beta to start out with, and when packs form that when people become omegas or alphas. Some people are more inclined to be one or the other, but every pack only has one of each (everyone else stays betas). And most packs only have an alpha, because packs have to have one, but only certain packs have omegas. This is because in order to become an omega a person has to go through a 'breaking' process. It doesn't necessarily have to be violent or sexual, but most people believe the pack bonds are stronger that way. Once omegas are made, there are huge restrictions made for their protection, but they have their whole pack's support and unconditional love (like pack members coming from half way around the world when they find out their omega is injured, the omega is never left alone unless they request it, etc.). And once they're made, they have equal power in making pack decisions as the alpha.

So for whatever reason the gang are a pack (in order to have a great team for cases, and idk Jacob just kinda tags along a makes sure all of them actually eat bc he cares) and Graves is the alpha.

With as much of the work they do being incredibly dangerous, Graves is insisting on strengthening their bond by adding an omega- and he wants Newt.

It makes sense, Newt has the most care-taking instincts (with the exception of himself), he deeply cares about all of them, etc., but its also a huge, irreversible event.

Basically I want Graves just domming the hell out of Newt while the others watch (and I'm also not against some of the others joining in but please no Tina/Queenie) and then everyone coddling him for a while after because he deserves it.

BONUS: Credence is alive and part of the pack, and is eventually the reason Newt agrees because having an omega might help him stabilize

BONUS BONUS: After the breaking when Newt is being coddled because he deserves it, Jacob breaks out special treats for Newt because omegas were common in the army and while he technically wasn't an army cook, he got used to making food for omegas after breakings and knows what Newt's going to want.

Re: ABO Pack Dynamics (Newt/Graves & Poly)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
All the yes here! +1000 (how would they react if newt got hurt tho like imagine that)

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Ace!Newt pref Gen, Ace ring

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Okay so I know the timeline is NOT working with me here, but let's pretend it is:

Newt doesn't wear fancy stuff, its mainly about practicality. Which is why the fact that he always wears a black ring on his middle finger, always on the right hand is pretty weird. It doesn't seem useful for anything, and when someone finally asked if it was a wedding ring, newt blushes and denies.

So, no one really gets what's up. Newt doesn't wear jewelry because "its to dangerous with the creatures" but that the ring is an exception.

Then one day he loses it. Its just gone. Newt looks sad and lost and hurt, and when someone finally asks, its all newt can do not to break down.

Que explanations and cuddle piles and better, unlose-able rings.

+the niffler didn't take it bc they understand how important the ring was to newt
++it was as spinny ring (basing it off mine haha) that newt would mess with when he got nervous
+++the old ring was from theusus from when newt came out to him
++++the new ring also spins and has an engraving inside that says something lovely from all his friends.

Re: Ace!Newt pref Gen, Ace ring

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ace!Newt is one of my fave head canons. A+ prompt.

Graves/Newt, pre-canon AU

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Theseus met Percival during a student exchange or a Triwizard-like competition or any such collab between Hogwarts and Ilvermony. They became friends and later penpals, until graduation and after. Both pursued a similar career choice as auror-in-training, and a few years down the line, it's Graves' turn to visit Theseus. It can be a personal invitation (maybe ambitious Graves is stressed out because he climbs too high and too fast, and Theseus invites him down for a holiday bcos mate, we haven't met in ages), or it a formal visit to strengthen the diplomatic relationship between MACUSA and the British MoM, or any other reason.

Graves was invited to stay at the Scamanders' house and that's where he met Theseus' younger brother, final-year student at Hogwarts, who was home for holiday. Things ensued :D

Re: Graves/Newt, pre-canon AU

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:53 am (UTC)(link)

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AU. Picquery VS Headaches VS Mobsters

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
The Gangs of New York have gone to war over the attacks, believing them to be each others' work. They're also investigating.

Madam President has a headache.

Graves/Newt, D/s with Newt only nominally in charge

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Percival is Newt's permanent sub, and defers to him and calls him Sir and would appear to be just as perfectly subby as anyone could hope

only think of it more in the sense of Jeeves and Wooster, or Tony Stark and JARVIS, where the butler, robot or otherwise, is the one who really holds all of the power, and frequently has to prevent some of their masters' more ridiculous schemes from causing too much trouble. Newt goes off on wild searches and gets into increasingly dangerous scrapes with creatures, and Percival has to gently pull him back from the edge and take care of his Dom while all making it look like he's only doing what he was told.

(I mean he DOES genuinely like getting on his knees and getting fucked and tied up and having Newt take charge so it's not like his incredibly hard work never gets rewarded.)

I confess when thinking of this prompt I couldn't decide if I liked Newt as the Dom or the sub so if you think it works better the other way around feel free to switch them! Also also I was thinking of this somewhat in the context of canon but if an AU setting makes more sense I say go for it.

Re: Graves/Newt, D/s with Newt only nominally in charge

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yes!! Love the jarvis & stark comparison! +293000

credence + any, spanking

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
credence being spanked (preferably by either newt or original graves), any situation is fine with me but maybe credence made a mistake and either flat out asked for a spanking or insinuated it would help him feel better. super extra bonus points for cuddling and comfort after!

newt/credence/graves, sub!credence

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
newt, credence, and graves all in a happy stable relationship, with credence as both newt and graves' sub with newt kinda deferring to graves. i'd love to see something where credence tries so hard to be their good boy and they reward him with nice touches and spoil him rotten (warm baths and sweet treats and fingering, oh my!), it'd be great if credence got overwhelmed with how much they love and care for him and has to cry it out sometimes!

Fill: Sweeter Than Sugar

(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Credence swallowed a little, glancing up at Newt. The conversation with Jacob yesterday was echoing around in his head. He understood now.

Newt leaned in and kissed him softly, stroking fingers through Credence's dark hair.
"You sure about this?"

Credence blushed, but he nodded. He was going to be with the men he loved, but it wouldn't be like what he had seen occur between Percival and Newt that night, when a nightmare had woken him and Newt's screams had almost unleashed the monster that was inside of him.

Jacob had said that it had felt good for both of them because they both wanted it. That in a way it was the same as how he took pleasure in baking raspberry Nifflers for Credence, who loved them. But he was unwilling to make them for Newt, who didn't like them (something about not eating his friends). Credence could follow that, and from there it was no huge leap to see how what Newt and Percival did together for their pleasure was different from what they would do with him.

He closed his eyes, and took another deep breath before looking up into Newt's eyes.
"I'm certain." He promised. He was. They had kissed before, they had touched each other carefully, and he had laid in Newt's arms and traded gentle kisses as Percival had taken Newt, but this was different. This would be him lying with them fully, giving them a part of himself he had thought was lost. They were going to work out what felt good, give him a chance to feel pleasure. He trusted them. He knew that this would be very different from Grindelwald, and he had been dreaming of it despite himself. Nervousness made him tense for a moment. He could still picture his Ma telling him he was a sinner, remember her anger after last time.

Another soft kiss and he felt himself relax again. Newt was sat beside him, an arm around his shoulders.
"Can I take your shirt off please beautiful?" Newt asked, and Credence nodded. He leaned forwards, smiling as Newt carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Newt gently kissed him, and Credence relaxed a little, sat on the edge of the bed.
"You look great..." Newt praised, hand running down Credence's front and then resting in the small of his back.

"Bath's nearly ready." Percival called from the room next door, and carefully Credence stood, a little awkward. He shifted from foot to foot, painfully aware of the scars scattered across his shoulders.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled.
"Don't be." Newt answered, rubbing his hand across Credence's back. "You deserve so much tenderness..."

Percival reached to kiss him as he got to the bath, carefully unbuttoning Credence's pants and sliding them down his hips. Percival was not wearing a shirt, and as Newt undressed, he held onto Credence. Credence was guided gently into the water by Percival's hands, which ran up and down his sides. The bath was warm, and reassuring. It smelt of lavender, brought back memories of the first time he had met them both. It was soothing, and he relaxed into the water.

Newt climbed in beside him, legs going either side of Credence's hips so that he could lean back against his chest. He held him close, as Percival began to wash him, alternating tender touches with soft kisses.
"Going to take such good care of you sweetheart." Percival murmured.
"I know." Credence whispered, Newt stroking his sides until he was relaxed. Percival picked him from the water, wrapping a towel around him.
"Remember, you need us to stop, you can say..." Percival reminded him, and he nodded slowly.

"I'm not...not going to..." He mumbled, but Newt kissed his cheek.
"We're just making sure you've got that option." Newt reminded him. Percival lifted him up in a bridal carry, and he snuggled up against his chest, pressing a kiss to Percival's shoulder. Percival was strong, carrying his own small frame as though he weighed nothing.

The two of them walked to the bed, and carefully Credence was placed down upon it. He felt the bed dip as Newt slipped in beside him, and Percival lay down on the other side. The two of them were cuddling him close, and Newt kissed him. Percival leaned to one side, and returned holding a piece of apple.
"Thank you." Credence whispered, chewing on it, and then smiling as Newt fed him a strawberry. He closed his eyes, and then leaned up to kiss Percival. Percival was quick to kiss him in return.
"You are doing so well sweetheart..." Percival promised, and a small piece of chocolate was slipped between his lips, making him shiver in pleasure. Credence panted a little, enjoying the praise. His skin felt warm at their touches, and their voices were kind. He had never felt more precious than he did at that moment. He looked up at them, tilting his head slightly to kiss Newt and then Percival.

"You taste so good." Newt murmured, and Percival's hand skimmed across the expanse of Credence's chest, brushing against his nipple and then reaching lower, stroking softly over his length. Credence blushed a little but didn't pull away. These feelings were allowed, with the two of them, and he let them make him feel amazing.

"Can you spread your legs for me?" Percival asked, as Newt brushed his fingers through Credence's hair. Credence obeyed, pushing down the slight anxiety. It wouldn't hurt with these two. He knew that.

"There we go." Percival's voice was almost soft, and he felt callused hands run up from his ankles to his knees, and then swirl delicate patterns over the sensitive skin of his thighs. "Such a good boy..."

Credence couldn't hold in the moan that escaped him at that gentle praise. He pulled back a little then, half expecting to be reprimanded for making a noise. Instead, Newt chased his lips, and Percival continued to trace those careful patterns.
"Newt, I think our good boy likes this, what do you think..."
"He does, don't you?" Newt was asking, and leaned in for another kiss. Credence tried to focus on that as he felt Percival's finger brush against his opening. He kissed Newt passionately, remembering to nip slightly on the lower lip the way that he had learned Newt liked. Newt gasped against his lips, and Credence allowed himself a momentary flash of victory before it was swept away by another press of Percival's finger. Percival had his eyes closed now, which implied a spell was being cast, and as Percival's finger pushed deeper no pain came. He felt himself colouring slightly, but Percival leaned in for a moment and kissed the side of his face before pulling away.

"There we go..." He murmured. "You're doing so well... Newt, can you maybe play with his chest, I want him a little more relaxed for this..." Percival asked and Newt obeyed, his hand dipping to brush over a nipple before rolling it between his fingertips. Credence gasped again, eyes closing, and he felt Percival's finger breach him fully. He pressed his forehead into Newt's neck, overwhelmed and hiding for a moment. Percival's finger was moving inside him, an alien sensation but not an unpleasant one.

A burst of pleasure swept through him and he cried out softly.
"Oh there... there we go..." Percival murmured, his voice almost worshipful. "There, my good boy..."

Credence whimpered a little from desire. He had never dreamed that anything could feel so good, yet here they were. Newt licked at a nipple and he arched up, gasping, precome beading on the tip of his cock.

“Such a good boy for us.” Newt murmured against his skin. “You feel good for Percival…there we go, now…” He paused and turned to Percival. “You think I can taste him?”

Percival nodded, and Credence was startled as Newt slid further down his body, his hot tongue brushing the tip of Credence’s length. He moaned, squirming with want, and Percival held his hips. He wanted to thrust up against Newt’s mouth but he was held in place.

Newt seemed to work out what it was that he wanted, his mouth lowering down his length as Credence gasped out. He knew such actions were a sin, but he was lost in the sensation, barely realising as the pressure inside him increased, Percival adding a second finger to stretch him open. He moaned, pleasure building in his pelvis. He had always believed actions like this were wrong, but they felt so amazing he didn’t want it to stop.

“I think he’s gonna-“ Percival murmured, and then a wave of pleasure seared through Credence, leaving him panting and gasping as Newt scattered wet kisses across his hips. He panted, and became aware slowly of Percival nuzzling against his shoulder.
“You did so well…” Newt murmured
“Our wonderful boy…” Percival agreed, and then his fingers moved a little. Credence bucked a little, seeking the pleasure even though his body was too exhausted to respond. “Now…” Percival nipped at his ear, drawing another breathless moan. “I know that you are tired, but I think you can do just a little bit more for us alright?”

Credence nodded eagerly, rocking his hips against Percival’s fingers.
“I want to be inside of you Credence. You’re nearly ready for me…” At that the fingers inside him spread apart and he moaned before closing his eyes, his length twitching slightly in renewed interest. “Does that sound okay?”

Nodding as fast as he could, Credence smiled, and let Percival move him so that he was on his side, one knee bent to expose his entrance. He liked this position. It meant that he didn’t feel trapped. Percival reached between them to stroke Credence, and then Newt cuddled up in front of him, peppering his face with kisses. He felt Newt kiss away the few tears that had slipped between his eyelashes, overwhelmed by the moment and by the closeness of his lovers.

Credence smiled up at Newt before he sneaked a glance downwards and saw that Newt’s body had responded to what he had seen and done.
“Can I?” He asked, reaching out with one trembling hand to stroke him. Newt smiled, guiding him so that both of their lengths were pressed together, showed him how to stroke them both. Each movement brought further sparks of bliss, and then he felt Percival move behind him, his hips lining up before he slowly filled Credence.

Credence cried out in bliss, panting at the sensation.
“Breathe.” Newt murmured, kissing him again, and slowly Credence relaxed a little, focussing on the sensation of Newt’s hand around him, and Percival filling him. He stroked in time with Newt for a little while, before pulling his hand away and running it over Newt’s shoulders, memorising the contours of his body. Newt was stunning, and he leaned into the touch that Credence was more than happy to supply.

Behind him, Percival picked up speed, and the change in place was reflected by Newt’s touches. He gasped as he felt the building of pleasure within him. He cried out as he came, his come painting over Newt’s pale skin. Newt continued to stroke both of them, kissing passionately as he climaxed a few moments later. Behind him Percival sped up.

The sensation of being filled with Percival’s seed was new but it felt incredible, and he squirmed a little between them just to feel their hands resting against him.
“Well done.” Percival murmured. Newt pressed a gentle kiss to Credence’s forehead.
“You did so well, our beautiful boy…”

Credence felt his face colour slightly, overwhelmed with joy as he settled down to sleep. The other two held him close, bracketing them in the comforting shelter of their bodies.
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Newt/Graves, prison!AU (ish)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
(I'm not SAYING I was inspired by les mis. I'm not saying that OUT LOUD.)

Newt tried something so stupid that not even the aurors could see a way to forgive him for it without setting a highly dangerous precedent, so he's maybe four years in to doing like at least 10-15, maybe longer, in MACUSA's prison.

Assuming that either using dementors as prison guards wasn't a thing yet in the 1920s, or that America never adopted the idea, I want to see a younger!Graves (up to you how old you make Newt) as an auror trainee who, like all the trainees, is assigned to guard the prison while he completes his studies to become a proper junior auror.

This is how he meets the eventual love of his life.

Bonus for Newt, who is totally NOT a hardened criminal, still kind of playing up the idea that he MIGHT be one, because he knows that without a reputation in prison you're asking for trouble, so new inmates are told in hushed whispers, 'that's the guy who was trying to amass an army of manticores. You don't wanna fuck with him.' Newt had actually just been trying to get hold of two manticores--a breeding pair--so he could studying their mating habits, but that's not nearly as badass so.

And then idk maybe Newt gets out early on good behavior, or he and Percival stage a prison break and go on the run to have magical creature adventures around the world. There's definitely a lot of Newt convincing Percival that the law is not the be all and end all of life, and it's definitely not always the best way to ensure the greatest good.

Re: Newt/Graves, prison!AU (ish)

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
This hit so many of my kinks I can't even

Graves/Credence or Newt/Credence, petplay

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
All Credence wants is to be someone's good boy. + for collars, ++ for hair pulling, +++ for crying!Credence, +++++++++++ for either Newt or Graves being the best master ever

Re: Graves/Credence or Newt/Credence, petplay

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I never knew I needed this until now
I'm weak for crying Credence!

Any/any or gen - All the Obscurial

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
"It could be any one out of hundreds " -I can't remember the exact wording but Credence says something along these lines to Grindel!Graves about the superpower child he's looking for. And he's being very literal. Credence doesn't understand what makes one of them so much stronger or why Mr Graves is being so picky.

See, the thing about Mary Lou is that she adopts from families she knows/heavily suspects to be witches in the interest of "correcting" them in the eyes of God. Meaning that a lot of them have magic. And what do you get when you make kids suppress their magic?

Basically Mary Lou has created a whole pack of obscurials. Credence just happens to be the oldest and strongest.

Bonus1: this is why, apart from Credence and Chastity all the kids are so young. They're being killed by their obscurus.

Bonus 2: Obscurial!DecentHumanBeing!Chastity. (I know a lot of ficus put her on the same level as Mary Lou but she struck me as someone in a similar position to Credence, she just adapted differently to the treatment)

Re: Any/any or gen - All the Obscurial

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
But how did Mary Lou adopt hundreds of children?

That's not sayign anything against your prompt - it's awesome - but it confused me in canon too.

Re: Any/any or gen - All the Obscurial

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Re: Any/any or gen - All the Obscurial

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Re: Any/any or gen - All the Obscurial - OP

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Credence/Graves AU Fright Night

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
After a new neighbor moved into the house next door, Credence discovers that he is an ancient vampire.

"Percy is a terrible name for a vampire"

Fill: Credence/Graves AU Fright Night

(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
(Here ya go, I did my best! Not actually shippy, sorry, but pre-shippy? Dunno if I'll continue this, so here's the link to this on AO3 which has some author's notes at the end:

“Percy is a terrible name for a vampire!” Credence laughs. He feels bad about laughing but can’t help it, because really. “I mean, Graves—yeah, I kinda get that. Although, I can’t quite decide if it’s more clever or lame. Not gonna lie, I’m leaning towards clever, but Percy?”

Modesty isn’t nearly as amused and simply gazes at him steadily.

“I didn’t name him,” she mutters, crossing her arms and pouting. “I’m just reporting the facts.”

Credence glances around the empty house his sister had dragged him to investigate with her, the dusky light throwing strange shadows throughout the rooms. “Dess,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair, “you’re eight, okay? They just started teaching you what a fact is in school, and now you think our next-door neighbor being a vampire qualifies?”

She seems somewhat mollified by the nickname she’d chosen a few months ago in order to get away from the name Ma—Mary Lou—had given her, but also continues looking mutinous. Credence thinks that maybe he shouldn’t have indulged her desire to go looking for the neighborhood’s possibly-missing, probably-a-serial-killer Mr. Grindelwald. Then he remembers what Miss Goldstein had told him and Chastity about making sure to listen to their little sister and give her the support and attention that Mary Lou never afforded any of them. So, no, it was a good thing he’d decided to indulge this little escapade, and now it needed to come to a close.

Sighing again, Credence gets down on one knee and meets his sister’s eyes. “Listen, Dess,” he begins, but doesn’t get any further as she darts away up the stairs. Credence makes a frustrated little noise and follows her, trying to stay quiet in the eerily-quiet house even as Modesty makes enough noise for them both, plus a couple others.

He’s at the top of the stairs and looking around the hallway and into the open rooms, when he realizes that he doesn’t hear his sister anymore. “Dess,” Credence whispers, but she doesn’t answer. Then, in more of a hiss than a whisper, “Modesty!”

“He’s not here.”

Credence jumps about a foot in the air and spins around.

Modesty is standing in the doorway to a Spartan-looking bedroom.

The way she stands there, not moving so much as a muscle, and the flatness of her voice when she spoke, sends alarm bells ringing going off in Credence’s head. Credence takes a few long strides over to the doorway and peers into the room. He thinks for a moment that his baby sister has mistaken the sparse decoration for genuine abandonment... and then he sees what she’s staring at.

On the wall above the bed is a corkboard, like the ones you see on TV that investigators pin papers and photographs to and then connect them with different-colored strings. It’s obviously been hastily deconstructed—safety-pins still pushed all the way into the soft material and little scraps of paper remaining where the adornments had obviously been ripped away in a hurry—but even the odd placement of the board isn’t what’s caught Modesty’s attention.

Laying on the floor, apparently having escaped the hurried removal of its fellows, is a single photograph.

It’s of Modesty playing in the front yard of their house.

Several things stand out about the photo that has Credence taking very deliberate, even breaths: the way it’s obviously been taken with a long-focus lens, the way Modesty is completely unaware that she’s being photographed, the way the photo shows her with one foot off the ground and the hem of her dress is up past her knees like she was in the middle of jumping when it was taken.

Credence can't breathe.

He tries to swallow but his throat is stuck.

He tries to tear his eyes away from the blown-up image but they remain fixed.

He tries to reach forward and tug Modesty back when she moves to pick up the offending photo but—

With an ominous creak and groan, the floor between the two Amares cracks and a dark gap of several inches is created between Modesty Amare and the photo, the corkboard, the bed, and all the horrible, disgusting implications.

Modesty stays frozen where she is for a long, tense minute before she turns to look at Credence.

For Credence’s part, he merely stares dumbstruck at where the floor had broken and desperately tries to regain some semblance of calm.

They never should have come here. He never should have listened to his dearest baby sister when she said she wanted to check in on the neighborhood hermit that had given her nightmares on more than one occasion. He never should have followed her when she’d just opened the unlocked door and rushed in. He should have just told Chastity that their troubled little sister was worried about the creep down the street and let her handle it and they never should have come here.

Credence takes a deep breath, shockingly loud in the thick silence of the house. Then he reaches forward, takes hold of the crook of Modesty’s elbow, and carefully tugs her away from the offending scrap of paper. With deliberate slowness, he once again takes a knee and gazes into his sister’s face—she looks unnaturally pale in rapidly descending darkness of night and her pale blue eyes have a worrying sheen to them.

“Dess,” he says carefully, “our neighbor is not a vampire.”

Modesty frowns and opens her mouth to protest.

“No, no, listen.” Credence sighs heavily and keeps his eyes from straying back toward the photo. “The man who lived here? He’s a monster. Not the kind that M—Mary Lou always ranted about, the kind that steals people’s souls and leads them down the path of sin”—he widens his eyes and throws his hands up dramatically, drawing a laugh from his sister—“but the regular human kind, okay?”

Modesty nods her understanding. She moves to turn her head, as if to look back at the picture, but Credence gently cups her cheek to keep her looking at him.

“We have enough monsters in our lives, Dess,” he says, fixing her with a significant look. “We don’t need to go looking for more. Especially, and I’m sorry to say it, but especially when it comes to crap like vampires, okay? They’re not real, none of the—the vitriol that Mary Lou spewed is real, okay?”

At this would-be assurance, Modesty gives her big brother a flat glare and spins around before he can stop her. She gives first the gap in the floor and then himself a very pointed look, then raises her eyebrows in a way that Credence doubts a nine-year-old girl should be able (or maybe just allowed) to.

Credence sighs again.

He’s been doing that a lot lately, ever since the Great Move of the Amare Family.

“Yeah,” he concedes, “some of the... stuff that happens around us is pretty... inexplicable. But that doesn’t mean that everything inexplicable that happens around us has to do with Mary Lou’s nonsense, alright?”

Modesty says nothing.

“Alright?” he repeats sharply.

With obviously great reluctance, Modesty nods.

Credence feels nothing but relief at the concession and also knows that she’ll only let it go for a short time before bringing it back up. But at least he’ll have the chance to talk... everything over with Chastity before the subject reemerges.

“Okay,” he says with his own nod. “Now, do you think we could get out of here? It’s getting cold and I don’t want the cops to catch us breaking and entering.”

They leave the abandoned house quickly and turn in the direction of home.

Out of the corner of his eye, Credence spots a figure, slightly darker than the rest of the near-pitch-blackness of the night. He doesn’t look at it and focuses on getting Modesty home. He and Chastity, without the input of their little sister, had both agreed that nothing good could come from looking too closely at the world Mary Lou had feared so deeply.

And that included their new neighbor.

Re: Fill: Credence/Graves AU Fright Night

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Credence, GrindleGraves, I see the real you.

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
SO in the movie Newt mentions that muggles and Wizards have slightly different physiology. What if, because of the way an obscurial develops, they have slightly different physiology from muggles or wizards?

What if Credence could see through GrindleGraves's disguise the whole time but since he had never (to his knowledge) met another wizard and because of his mother's "lessons" about witches he thought that all wizards had two faces and two voices that layered over each other?

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Graves goes undercover to investigate Newt's suitcase. An easy task when you're an animagus. Or so he thought.

Graves/Newt or gen - could be post movie or in a Grindelwald-less universe.

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Any/Any or GW, Manipulative Relationship - Not Today

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Real quick there's a song called not today by tøp and the chorus sounds quite desperate and panicky, but one of them is modified from you're out of my mind, to I'm out of my mind, as is the rest of the chorus.

It seems like someone resisting the manipulation, seemingly giving in, then getting away it seems, as the chorus then reverts back. I'd love to see newt/gw but I'm not against graves/gw or credence/gw either!