It was a long day at the end of a hard day and all Graves is thinking about is getting home, pouring a stiff drink and relaxing on his couch. He leans against the wall as he rides up to his floor, eyes sliding shut for a moment as he feels the slightly unsteady pull off the elevator. He lets out a relieved sigh when the doors slide open and he trudges into his hall. He isn't paying much attention and nearly misses the small brown package at his door. Without thinking much of it, he scoops up the box and heads inside.
He sets the package on the table near the door before hanging up his coat and heading straight to the kitchen for a drink.
He is leaning against the kitchen counter, taking a deep drink of a rich whiskey before his eyes fall once again on the package. He pushes away from the counter, sauntering back toward the table to snatch up the package. He slits the tape with his pocket knife, not bothering to inspect the postage before tearing it open.
Well.
Huh.
This must be a mistake, Graves thinks absently as he stares at the contents of the package. It holds another, slightly smaller box emblazoned with bright lettering and a rather revealing graphic. Graves blinks down at the rather nice looking dildo, thoroughly confused. He flips the box closed, finally looking at the address.
Newt Scamander. Apt. 26.
Oh. Oh, shit.
Graves drops the box onto the table, glaring at it. He just accidentally opened his neighbor's dildo. His gorgeous, awkward, nuisance of a neighbor who is constantly sneaking stray animals into the apartment despite the strict lease. Newt, with his freckles and his little half smile, who can barely meet anyone's eyes. Newt Scamander's dildo.
“Fuck,” Graves says quietly because fuck. This is not good.
Percival has asked Newt out twice at this point, both attempt going right over the other man's head. It would be kind of adorable if it wasn't so damn frustrating. And now he has opened a package containing his sex toy. Graves needs another drink.
He peeks back into the box, humming thoughtfully as he takes in the general size and shape of the dildo through the clear plastic window on the box.
“Fuck,” he says again. What the hell is he going to do? He could get rid of it, simply pretend he never opened it. Lord knows Newt would never ask about it. Then again, it is a rather nice looking toy. It would be a shame if Mr. Scamander didn't receive his package... “Oh, hell,” Graves curses quietly before rummaging through his junk drawer for a roll of packaging tape.
Several minutes later, he inspects his work. It seems good enough. Passable, if you aren't paying much attention. Newt is perpetually distracted so maybe he won't notice his package has already been open. Graves cracks open his door, peering out into the hall before quickly sliding the package across to Newt's. He flies back into his apartment, shutting the door and locking it before walking briskly back to the kitchen. There. That's done with.
As Percival is pouring himself another drink, he is definitely not thinking about a naked, panting Newt slowly sinking down onto the toy. That would just be ridiculous.
When Newt comes home that night, it is with a small, needy puppy in his hands. Newt doesn't think much of the package as he struggles to unlock his door without setting the dog down. Distracted, Newt pushes the package into his apartment with one foot while he tries to keep the small dog calm. As quiet and unassuming as he is trying to be, he knows he is making enough noise for at least half the floor to hear. He has managed to convince, or bribe, most of the people on his floor not to bother him about, or report, the constant animal noises.
Newt forgets about the package for a while as he tries to get the little white dog settled in. Animals are constantly coming and going through his apartment as he tries to find them permanent homes. He can never resist a helpless stray or lost pet. Once the dog calmed down and fell asleep on Newt's pillow, he remembers the package.
To his surprise, it is from Queenie. He wasn't expecting anything from her and she hasn't mentioned anything to him. But surprises tend to be her specialty. Newt hums curiously and he opens the box, not sure what it could possibly be.
His eyes go comically wide as he stares down at the dildo, completely caught off guard.
Cautiously, he pulls out the encased sex toy, eying it suspiciously. At the bottom of the box is a folded note from Queenie. He sets the toy aside and pulls out the note.
Hello Sweetie!
Remember our conversation the other week? I know you were terribly embarrassed by the whole thing and I am sure you are beet red right now. Now, you do whatever you what but I suggest you at least give it a try.
Love and kisses,
Queenie.
Newt sputters, indeed bright red. Newt tucks the toy back into the plain brown box and shuts the lid, embarrassed by the sight of it. He doesn't quite know what to do with it so for now, he just leaves it where it is.
Re: Graves/Newt -- mail delivery mix up (modern au) 1/?
He sets the package on the table near the door before hanging up his coat and heading straight to the kitchen for a drink.
He is leaning against the kitchen counter, taking a deep drink of a rich whiskey before his eyes fall once again on the package. He pushes away from the counter, sauntering back toward the table to snatch up the package. He slits the tape with his pocket knife, not bothering to inspect the postage before tearing it open.
Well.
Huh.
This must be a mistake, Graves thinks absently as he stares at the contents of the package. It holds another, slightly smaller box emblazoned with bright lettering and a rather revealing graphic. Graves blinks down at the rather nice looking dildo, thoroughly confused. He flips the box closed, finally looking at the address.
Newt Scamander. Apt. 26.
Oh. Oh, shit.
Graves drops the box onto the table, glaring at it. He just accidentally opened his neighbor's dildo. His gorgeous, awkward, nuisance of a neighbor who is constantly sneaking stray animals into the apartment despite the strict lease. Newt, with his freckles and his little half smile, who can barely meet anyone's eyes. Newt Scamander's dildo.
“Fuck,” Graves says quietly because fuck. This is not good.
Percival has asked Newt out twice at this point, both attempt going right over the other man's head. It would be kind of adorable if it wasn't so damn frustrating. And now he has opened a package containing his sex toy. Graves needs another drink.
He peeks back into the box, humming thoughtfully as he takes in the general size and shape of the dildo through the clear plastic window on the box.
“Fuck,” he says again. What the hell is he going to do? He could get rid of it, simply pretend he never opened it. Lord knows Newt would never ask about it. Then again, it is a rather nice looking toy. It would be a shame if Mr. Scamander didn't receive his package... “Oh, hell,” Graves curses quietly before rummaging through his junk drawer for a roll of packaging tape.
Several minutes later, he inspects his work. It seems good enough. Passable, if you aren't paying much attention. Newt is perpetually distracted so maybe he won't notice his package has already been open. Graves cracks open his door, peering out into the hall before quickly sliding the package across to Newt's. He flies back into his apartment, shutting the door and locking it before walking briskly back to the kitchen. There. That's done with.
As Percival is pouring himself another drink, he is definitely not thinking about a naked, panting Newt slowly sinking down onto the toy. That would just be ridiculous.
When Newt comes home that night, it is with a small, needy puppy in his hands. Newt doesn't think much of the package as he struggles to unlock his door without setting the dog down. Distracted, Newt pushes the package into his apartment with one foot while he tries to keep the small dog calm. As quiet and unassuming as he is trying to be, he knows he is making enough noise for at least half the floor to hear. He has managed to convince, or bribe, most of the people on his floor not to bother him about, or report, the constant animal noises.
Newt forgets about the package for a while as he tries to get the little white dog settled in. Animals are constantly coming and going through his apartment as he tries to find them permanent homes. He can never resist a helpless stray or lost pet. Once the dog calmed down and fell asleep on Newt's pillow, he remembers the package.
To his surprise, it is from Queenie. He wasn't expecting anything from her and she hasn't mentioned anything to him. But surprises tend to be her specialty. Newt hums curiously and he opens the box, not sure what it could possibly be.
His eyes go comically wide as he stares down at the dildo, completely caught off guard.
Cautiously, he pulls out the encased sex toy, eying it suspiciously. At the bottom of the box is a folded note from Queenie. He sets the toy aside and pulls out the note.
Hello Sweetie!
Remember our conversation the other week? I know you were terribly embarrassed by the whole thing and I am sure you are beet red right now. Now, you do whatever you what but I suggest you at least give it a try.
Love and kisses,
Queenie.
Newt sputters, indeed bright red. Newt tucks the toy back into the plain brown box and shuts the lid, embarrassed by the sight of it. He doesn't quite know what to do with it so for now, he just leaves it where it is.