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Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

I've been seeing quite a few Graves/Newt soulmate prompts around where Newt knows Graves isn't the real Graves because polyjuice can't replicate the soulbond.

But what if it did, at least in part?

What if polyjuice copies everything from the original person, including soulmarks/soulbonds etc. For most people when they revert back to themselves their own bond overpowers the temporary one made when under the potion. But Grindelwald is one of the few who doesn't have his own mark so after he triggers Graves and Newts bond he doesn't have anything to override it when he becomes himself again. So while Graves and Newt are definitely soulmates, Newt and Grindelwald kind of are as well now and no one knows quite what to do.

Bonus points for Real!Graves in captivity seeing/feeling his soulmark activate and knowing Grindelwald is with his soulmate.

Re: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASE THIS NEEDS TO BE WRITTEN

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

I apologise for the rushed work here! Will happily accept any corrections / nitpicks. I'm also working on a fairly fuzzy memory of the film so feel free to point out any inconsistencies there!

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Newt knew that he should have greater concerns than the man sat rifling through his paperwork across the desk from him, his face drawn into grim disapproval. The impending prison sentence he was about to be given for smuggling magical creatures for example. The potential banishment that would leave him unable to rehabilitate Frank. Worst of all, the possibility that the close-minded aurors around him might think some of his babies were dangerous instead of just a little playful and- and- He buried his teeth in his lip uncertainly.

Despite all these potentially concerning thoughts, it didn’t change the fact that his mind was continuously circling back to the Director. Director Graves. Newt flexed his shoulder blades as if he could feel the name burning between them.

It was a silly thought, of course. Newt knew that if it was Percival Graves sat in front of him, he would have known. Instinctively right, Theseus had described it. Like being caught by a siren, Leta had said. Instead there was a- a yearning, yes, his magic pulsing beneath his skin as if it were ready to come rushing out, but more – confused? Uncertain, perhaps. Newt couldn’t find the words to describe the prickling that sat beating beneath his heart.

Tina was jittering next to him, her leg bouncing up and down. She was nearly sheet white, the auror behind her looking distinctly unsympathetic with his wand resting lightly on her shoulder. He did hope she didn’t get into any trouble. It was all an innocent accident, after all.

Director Graves turned over another sheet with a hum and a frown on his face. Newt had to fight the mad instinct to try and smooth the scowl away, to chase the hum with a kiss. Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself. Simply because the man was attractive – but no, it was more than that. He was opening his mouth before he could think better of it, a hesitant stutter forcing it’s way out.

“May I – ah, I apologise, is your-“ The auror looked as though he were ready to hex Newt, but Graves stilled him with a raised hand. Newt swallowed desperately. “Are you Percival Graves?”

The man’s intense eyes focused on him and Newt found himself inhaling sharply.

“O’Brien, Goldstein, out now.”

“Sir!” Tina protested and Graves shot her glare that Newt was sure could have withered a tree to its roots.

O’Brien grabbed Tina’s shoulder, pulling her out of her chair and out of the room in one smooth movement. Barely half a second afterwards, a wordless burst of magic silenced the room and locked the door. Newt drove his fingernails into his hand as Graves – it had to be Percival, it had to be – finished reading the sheet he was on. Absently, Newt noted that it was his visa application.

“Newton Scamander,” Graves said finally, letting his eyes drift off the paperwork and fix on Newt’s own. A faint smile curled at the edges of his mouth and Newt felt dizzy. He’d seen those eyes in his dreams. He’d seen that smile in his dreams. The man shook his head. “This is not how I wanted to meet you.”

“I – ah – I am sorry,” Newt offered miserably and Graves laughed softly. There was an edge in that laughter that didn’t belong there, Newt thought, and then wasn’t sure why he thought that.

Newt hunched in on himself slightly. “Daisy didn’t mean to cause any trouble at the bank,” he said, a little defensively. “She just wanted a little exercise after being cooped up on the ship all day.”

Graves hummed, sounding unconvinced. “And the erumpent?”

“Milly’s in heat!” Newt exclaimed, confused how anyone could blame her for her behavior. “She didn’t want to harm anyone, it’s just her mate was caught by poachers over in Ecuador and she was just a bit frustrated, and she didn’t even do much damage-“

“Newton,” Graves said, and Newt looked up to see that he’d abandoned his seat, circling around his desk to loom over him. It was a very nice view, he found himself noting.

“Yes?” he squeaked out, and Graves reached out his left hand.

“My name is Percival.”

“Oh,” Newt said uncertainly. Then, “Oh. I didn’t think I’d find you. Theseus, the rat bastard, said I should go to New York but he-“

“Newton,” Graves said a little impatiently. He wiggled his fingers and Newt swallowed. Hardly daring to believe, he reached out, bracing himself for the explosion of magic that was to come – warm fingers brushed against his own –

There was a wisp, a brush of emotion flickering against him. His magic stretched out, hesitated – and then stretched out again, brushing against Graves’ deep, solid well. There was a curl, a twist inside of him, and he could feel Graves’ magic winding its way around him protectively. His back itched and burned, as if the name between his blades was reforming itself. It – something had happened, but – was that it? He cocked his head slightly, pushing out his magic, and Graves’ seemed to draw him in deeper, a Horntail wrapping herself around her eggs.

The whole damn world changes, Theseus had said. You know, you just know, that they’re going to be yours for the rest of eternity. This was good, but it wasn't -

“Newton,” Graves whispered hoarsely and Newt looked up to see the man looking almost wrecked, afraid and hopeful and desperately possessive. His wand was held loosely in his right hand, but now he blindly put it down on the desk so he could bring a hand up to trace over a cheekbone. “Oh, my Newton, my own, I never thought I’d have this.”

“Percival?” Newt said hesitantly, and there was a flicker of something in those dark eyes – rage, possessiveness, protectiveness, lust, Newt couldn’t quite place it. “Graves?” he corrected, then hesitantly, “Mr. Graves?”

Graves let out a choked laugh. “Just Graves for now,” he said. “In public. My Newton, my own.”

“I,” Newt said, and then hunched his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to cause all these problems,” he said softly. “I know it’s going to-“

“Sh,” Graves said, letting his hand trail down to push a finger against Newt’s lip. “You’re a damned liar, my own. A liar and a nuisance, and I’m sure trouble follows you wherever you go.” His voice was more fond than angry though, so Newt chanced pressing a shy kiss against the finger, glancing up between his eyelashes.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been hesitant about previously. Clearly Graves was his – his soulmate! He’d finally found the man. No wonder Theseus, rat bastard that he was, had suggested a stopover in New York before he headed to Arizona. So his magic hadn’t felt world-changing at first – it was still rich and deep and solid around him, as unyielding as steel bars as it wound its way around, a warm steadiness that had him certain he would not come to harm in this man’s care. The little flickers of unease were just because he hadn’t spent much time with humans recently. He’d never been good with humans. Percival would change that though, he was sure.

Graves was watching him as if he were a rabbit he was considering pouncing on and Newt shivered slightly. There was a disbelieving smile that twitched at the edges of his mouth, as if finding his name mate was such an unbelievable occurrence – so impossible – Newt found himself smiling back helplessly.

It seemed like it took immense effort for Graves to remove his hand and take a step back, letting out a long breath. “Really though, Newton,” he said in a conversational voice. “Did you really need to bring quite so many dark creatures with you in that case of yours? It’s not going to make it easy for us.”

Us! There was an us! Newt didn’t quite know how to deal with that, so he instead focused on the dire insult to his creatures.

“Dark is a terrible, pejorative term,” he informed Graves haughtily. “They’re not dark, they just get a little frightened by wizards sometimes. They’re perfectly sweet when treated right.”

“The nundu,” Graves said, his voice coated in disbelief. “Perfectly sweet.” He sighed, “My own-“

“Ned wouldn’t hurt a fly!” Newt protested. “He’s an absolute sweetheart, I promise you, I can introduce you-”

“Newton, my own,” Graves said firmly. “Nundu are capable of killing hundreds of wizards at a time. The obscurus you have caged up is a first – they die without their hosts.” There was an oddly covetous note in his voice, smothered with pride – pride in Newt? “The thunderbird-“

“Frank is lovely,” Newt said stoutly, and Graves let out a half-groan, half-laugh.

“You are going to give me nightmares, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

“Really Graves,” Newt said, uncertain now. “I swear my creatures wouldn’t harm a thing, I promise I can control them, please, please don’t let them-”

“Sh-sh-shh,” Graves said, tugging at his hair lightly. “I’ll do what I can, my own.”

“And Tina?” Newt said hopefully.

Graves laughed. “She comes after your creatures then?” He seemed strangely pleased by this, and by the abashed look Newt cast at the ground. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you,” Newt breathed and the look Graves fixed on him was all dark possession, fist knotting in his hair.

“Stay while I sort this out, hmm?” he said, finally disentangling himself and heading towards the door. Newt scrambled to his feet.

“I can help!”

“Stay,” Graves repeated. Newt sank back into his chair slowly. He gnawed on his lip.

“Come back soon?” he asked hesitantly and Graves sent him a grin that was all teeth.

“Always for you, my own.”

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, this is amazing and I need more. Newt realising something is weird but not realising what! Grindelwald all possessive and covetous! I can't wait to see what happens once the real Graves is in the picture.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates

[(Anonymous)]

Like the other reviewer said, amazing! Thank you for writing this, hope you can continue it!!!

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

His wrists were rubbed raw but Percival Graves didn’t stop his insistent tugging at the magic tying him to the bed. Grindelwald had given him some laxness in the tethering – to keep him fit, he’d said with a wry smirk that Percival had done his level best to claw off the man’s face. He had just enough length to pace around the mattress, no more than two steps at any point. The damned ladder was barely ten steps beyond that, hanging there, taunting him. He thought it might send him insane someday soon.

He was down to his undershirt, his arms left bare so that Grindelwald had access to the veins as he needed them. Percival bared his teeth at the thought. He’d work his way out, someway, somehow. If only he had access to his magic! He tried to drive a spark to his fingers and cringed back as pain crackled through the tethering, driving him to his knees briefly.

Just a moment, he thought, he’d just take a moment to – breathe. He clenched his fist weakly before slumping against the bed frame. How long had it been? He wondered if anyone had noticed yet. Percival smiled grimly. He wondered if anyone would ever notice.

There was an itching feeling growing over his ankle and he wrapped his hand over it briefly, imagining he could feel warmth emanating from his soul mark. The itch intensified and Percival rolled up his trousers, crossing his leg to examine his ankle. He couldn’t remember it feeling like this before.

He tilted his ankle so he could see it better and felt the bottom drop out of his stomach.

It was fading.

The messy handwriting that had lived there for as long as he could remember was fading. It was blurring for a second before solidifying again, greying in and out, in and out.

“No,” Percival breathed. Not Newt, not his Newt, he couldn’t be dying. “No, baby, baby, don’t,” he found himself pleading at his ankle. “Don’t leave me Newt, please don’t leave me, I can’t keep on going if you’re not –” The words were choking in his throat and he bit back a raw sob.

“Not my Newt,” he whispered, the words agonising. He felt like he already knew his soulmate, the wry letters from Theseus that related the latest exploit Newt had gotten himself tangled up in a cherished part of his month, reading greedily about the niffler that he’d rescued from the goblins – ‘he calls that hell-beast Daisy, Percival. Daisy. That’s the name of a cow, a placid, wide-eyed muggle thing – not some devilish heist-running nightmare. I’ve had to have the goblin department open negotiations with Gringotts on his behalf because they’ve tried to ban him from the building’. He’d been in Ecuador until recently, Graves knew that. Theseus had been hinting in his letters that maybe Newt would be coming by New York, ‘have you been keeping an eye on immigration recently?’

“Come on Newt,” he beseeched his words as they flickered darker for a second. “Come on darling, you’re all that’s keeping me going now.”
Maybe he had come to New York, Percival found himself thinking. Maybe he’d sought out Percival Graves, gone in with those wide eyes that Percival had memorized from his photo. Maybe he’d extended his hand expectantly and Grindlewald had – he had – he couldn’t suffer loose ends, and someone able to go to the aurors and tell them ‘this is not Percival Graves’ would be one hell of a loose end. He could see it now, his Newt with that shy smile and those green eyes, looking up at him and Grindlewald smiling back, making sure they were undisturbed before he breathed a spell- Those eyes turning glassy in death –

The words had flickered almost translucent and Percival covered his eyes, pressing his palms down hard. “Newt, sweetheart, please,” he begged. He was crying now, tears leaking down his face as he struggled for prayers, struggled to find the words to throw out that might change what was happening.

“Please, please, please,” he chanted, not daring to look down, his heart stuttering desperately.

The itching subsided but Percival couldn’t bring himself to look, hitching sobs shaking at his frame. “Newt,” he whispered. “Newt, baby, you’ll still be there when I look, right? You’re not going to leave me?”

There was no answer and Percival swallowed dryly, scratching at his face. “Okay,” he whispered. “You and me, sweetheart. This is a promise. You’re still going to be there and I’m going to get out of this damned cell and I’m going to find you if I have to wring your scrawny brother’s neck to find out where you are. Deal?” He took in a shuddering breath. “Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal.”

He cracked open his eyes, blinking away the tears. His ankle, his words, his Newt – and he could have cried again, this time out of desperate relief. They were still there. Still stark against his skin, albeit ever so slightly greyer.

“Newt,” he whispered gratefully and buried his head in his hands again.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

I may have been stalking this page since your posting yesterday, but it was totally worth it! Poor Graves, keep fighting!

I would not want to be in the same room when Graves finds out GrindelGraves has decided not to kill Newt and instead is wooing him.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wow I'm really liking this! Poor Newt, you should know better than to ignore your instincts! And yeah, I agree, Graves is not going to be a happy camper when he finds out just what exactly is going on.

Just curious, any chance you might post this on AO3? Just to make it easier to keep track of when you upload a new chapter?

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - OP

[(Anonymous)]

*looks around at firstborn, cake and my own soul*

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING WORTHY OF YOUUUU!!!

This is amazing. I'm loving how super possessive GrindelGraves is and what you did to real!graves was just perfect.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm in love with this fill!!!

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Graves had barely been gone ten minutes before Newt started getting twitchy. He thought about popping his head round the door to see if Tina was still around but after a long moment of chewing on his lip, he decided it was perhaps not the best of ideas. His soul mate (and that sounded better every time he thought it) had asked him to stay put after all. He chafed a little at the restriction, but it was hardly as though Graves hadn’t had ample reason to caution him. Newt was very disappointed in Daisy himself.


Newt got up to inspect the bookshelves, quite unable to bear sitting down any longer. They all looked quite stern, well-bound copies of imposing treatise, and he hesitated for a moment. Surely that wasn’t all Graves read. He eyed a copy of ‘An Authoritative Guide to Relations with Lesser Species, and Obligations of the American Wizard’ dubiously. That looked distinctly like something Edgar MacMillan would haul around self-importantly, waiting for someone to look his way so he could loftily flick through a page or two.


‘Noblesse Oblige and No-Majes’ another proclaimed. ‘An Extermination Guide to Nuisance Beasts and Their Uses in Common Potions,’ had him flinching. Morbid curiosity had him pull the book off the shelf, ready to read through it and unleash the no-doubt numerous reasons why it was a terrible thing to own on Graves when he returned. He couldn’t believe that his own soul mate might read a thing like that!


He sprawled down on the floor, impatiently flicking it open – and then paused. The interior was clearly well-loved, the pages worn at the edges and yellowed from fingerprints. Far more interesting than that, though, was the title page inside: ‘The Wizards of the West: Wycombe meets the Wandslingers'


“Oh, you absolute sneak," Newt said with utter delight and settled down to read.


***



"Is there a reason you aren't using that very serviceable chair sat not three feet away from you, my own?" Graves asked, one dark eyebrow raised very expressively. Newt envied his ability. It was one of those things he'd never quite mastered.


He considered the question very carefully, leaving one finger in the book to mark his place. "I've never felt that books ought to be read in a chair," he said after a pensive moment. "It imposes rather too much rigidity on what should be a freedom."


"And you feel that sprawling over the floor solves this?" Graves said, unimpressed.


"Well, of course," Newt said. "One could hardly read about the exploits of Wycombe and his dashing temporary partner Clyde while sat down after all." He directed a mischievous smile up at his soulmate. It faltered when there was no recognition in the look Graves directed back at him. "Because Wycombe says that 'sitting at a desk leads only to the grave' to the Sheriff in chapter four. It's before the apparition chase," he explained awkwardly. Graves' expression didn't change and Newt cleared his throat, trying to ignore the blush creeping up hid neck.


"Do you - do you have any news on my creatures?" He asked. "And Miss. Goldstein of course."

Graves nodded, bringing out a familiar case. Newt lunged for it, then drew up, fluttering his hands at the look of a very immovable lock clamped over the top of it.

“President Picquery insisted,” Graves said, tone dry.

“Ah,” Newt said. “Ah, I see.” He couldn’t stop the disappointed pull of his lips. “I am very grateful of course,” he hurried to add, not wanting his soul mate to think him ungracious.

“You may be less so in a moment, my own,” Graves said. “This lock is to stay on unless it is removed in the presence of adequate supervision. You are not to have the key to it.”

Newt felt sick. “But – I need to feed them,” he protested weakly. “And the occamies, they get lonely without me, and Pickett gets bullied by the other bowtruckles.” He wrung his hands and tried to think of a way around this dictate. Daisy would have to test the lock of course. She had a far better mind for those kind of things than him.

Adequate supervision though. Newt frowned a little, and then looked up at Graves hopefully. “Are you adequate supervision?” he demanded and found his answer in the tiniest curl of his soulmate’s lips.

“Then,” Newt gestured expressively at his case and Graves rolled his eyes.

“Not here, my own,” he said. “Not after today’s events. We’ll wait until we get home first.”

Newt let his shoulders slump in acceptance, curling his magic into Graves’ own for a moment of comfort that was granted, along with a softening of Graves’ eyes.

“Then – home?” he said hopefully, followed up by a shy, “I’d like to see your home anyway.” He would very much like to see where his soulmate lived. He reached out for Graves’ arm, curling a hand around his wrist very briefly. The jolt of warmth that ran through him had him smiling in contented pleasure.

Graves was watching him intently, barely breathing. There was an intensity to his gaze that sent prickles down Newt’s spine and had him swaying towards Graves briefly, his eyes flickering down to lips. His own desire took him by surprise, but why should it? This was his soulmate, after all.

Graves cleared his throat with some difficulty. “Home,” he agreed, picking up Newt’s case again. He reached out to wrap a hand around the back of Newt’s neck and then with the barest of pressures, the two apparated out of MACUSA.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Gah! Every chapter I read of this just leaves me wanting more! That's real skill. Will the next chapter switch back to Real!Graves? Or will we get more of GrindelGraves and Newt?Either way, I can't say this enough, Amazing story!

I actually went back and reread from the beginning and realized I'd missed that bit about Newt feeling like his mark had changed. Now I'm wondering how often Newt looks at his back in a mirror ^.^

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - OP

[(Anonymous)]

*lays cake at the alter to your awesome*

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is so amazing, I can't get enough of these two and man, I hope real!Graves gets out soon to further complicate the situation. (Plus echoing the other person - what on earth does Newt's soulmark look like now? Will he check?) Honestly, this is great.

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Omg! Can't wait to see what happens next
Wonder what will happen at the house? ;)
Grindelgraves sure moves fast lols.

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Newt was unsurprised by how immaculate Graves kept his home – it was certainly a contrast to his own inattentive clutter. Despite the rigid order, there was a certain homeliness to the place that had Newt relaxing; an abundance of plants that turning chiming bells to greet their entrances; of vines that trailed leaves through their hair as they walked through the corridor. Beyond that, though, there was a spark of magic that trickled around his own, luring him in – an instinctive rightness that had him leaning into Graves for a few moments, glorying in the presence of his soul mate.

“I didn’t expect it to be so big,” Newt admitted, craning his neck around to see the dining room to his right. “Why would you ever need so much space?”

Graves laughed at him, seeming to find some deeper amusement than Newt’s words could have prompted. “Not all of us are happy to live in a suitcase, my own,” he said and Newt wondered why not. It did seem a little extravagant, all these rooms. Why, just think of how many creatures could nest in them. He eyed the kitchen speculatively. The oven was a particularly fine size…

Graves put a hand on the nape of his neck and shook him gently. “No,” he said. “Whatever you are thinking, my own, the answer is no.”

Newt pouted a little.

It was a beautiful place however; a townhouse steeped in family magic that settled around him like a warm coat. It didn’t seem to rest quite as easily on Graves, and Newt wondered if there was some family dissension in the past.

They came to a stop in a comfy-looking sitting room, a few elegant looking sofas that Newt suspected were a decade or two older than him scattered around. It reminded him a little of the older purebloods’ family homes – nothing so grand as the Malfoy’s but certainly several steps up from the Scamander farmhouse. It would look marvelous with a couple of bowtruckles helping out with the vines and perhaps a Cerberus pup or two dozing in front of the fire.

Newt squeaked a little when Graves placed his suitcase on the floor, running his hand over the lock.

“Can we-?” he said eagerly, and Graves paused for a moment, a sly smile creeping up onto his face.

“I don’t know,” he said. “What are you willing to trade for it?”

There was a deeply disconcerted expression on Newt’s face at that. To trade for seeing his babies? His mind was blank. Why would Graves make him trade? His fingers twitched a little in distress.

“I – ah,” Newt said slowly. “I think I have a few occamy egg shells sitting around.” His stomach was churning a little and he stretched out his magic to see what Graves was feeling. His soul mate didn’t seem to notice, instead moving in closer.

“I had other things in mind,” he said intently, his eyes fixed very deliberately on Newt’s mouth.

Newt blinked, and then – “Oh! Oh,” he said. “You’re flirting! I am sorry, I thought, well,” he glanced at the ground and chewed on his lip briefly. How embarrassing – his soul mate was just teasing him and Newt had thought, well. Of course his soul mate would never actually make him trade to see his babies.

“Newton,” Graves said, and he was suddenly very close. “Where on earth has that mind wandered off to?” One hand was stroking at a cheekbone again and Newt found himself leaning into the touch – rather like a kneazle being petted, part of him thought with some amusement.

“I, well,” he said, and blushed to Graves’ predatory delight.

The hand that had been trailing his cheekbone trailed down his face, a thumb pressing at his lips. Newt opened his mouth slightly, touching his tongue to flesh without really thinking, and Graves inhaled.

“Newton,” he whispered, his breath warm against Newt’s skin he was so close. Newt was sure he was smiling like an idiot. He pushed forward until Graves removed his thumb choosing instead to cradle Newt’s face in both hands, holding him still. “Ah, ah, my own,” he breathed. “I think I’m in control now, don’t you?”

Newt whined a little and Graves’ chuckle sounded a bit forced.

“You are going to kill me,” he said and then finally leant in, pressing their lips together.

It was more forceful than Newt had expected, but he wasn’t objecting, letting his eyes fall closed and surrendering to his soul mate’s touch. Their magic was nearly visible around them and Newt found himself stretching out as far as he could, being pulled back in by Graves’ magic which had wound itself around his own like a choker vine. Teeth nipped at his bottom lip and he let it fall open a little, half-wanting him to leave marks.

Graves pulled back, raising a hand to stroke through Newt’s hair. The smile had fallen off his face and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away – which was fair, because Newt couldn’t take his eyes off Graves either. He nearly leant in for another kiss, but the sight of his suitcase reminded him of something far more important.

“My creatures?” he asked hopefully and Graves’ laugh was a cross between rueful and exasperated.

“Your creatures,” he agreed. “You’ll have to introduce me.” He smiled a little. “I’m keen to see their magic after all.”

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

O.o I swear it's like each chapter is better than the last! How are you doing this! That bit with the oven, and GrindelGraves is just like no, don't even think about it Newt.

I love how there are all these subtle hints of how there's just something not quite right, like the choker vines of Grindelwald's magic around Newts. It brings something almost disturbing into the mix.

And on Grindelwald's part, this intense greed he feels, enhanced by the thought that he wouldn't ever have the connection that soulmates have, and somehow managing to stumble upon it, in a twisted way.

This is truly an exceptional work, and I'm definitely looking forward to more! How will Newt's creatures react? Will they sense something off? What about Grindelwald, will he see the Obscurus Newt has? What about his other plans? So many questions!

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Kudos! Thanks for the update.
The dark overtones in Grindelgraves' feelings toward Newt is delicious! ^_^

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

oh man, the way there is something so subtly wrong but how GrindelGraves obviously genuinely wants to keep Newt because holy shit he didn't think having a soulmate would feel this way. I hope Graves gets to meet Newt too soon.

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I have to admit,” Graves said as he watched Newt levitate half of an antelope’s corpse over to Ned, “I’m a little surprised that you don’t have a dragon tucked away in your case. Didn’t you spend time with them in the war?”

Newt watched Ned pounce on the antelope with a careful eye. The nundu seemed happy enough with his food for the moment, but it would probably do best to bring down some live prey soon. Ned could get a little twitchy when left without something to occupy him for too long.

“Hmm?” he said, with some distraction. “Ah, yes, I did – Ironbellies for the most part.” He didn’t much like talking about his time in the war. Creatures had no place in human wars and it had wounded him to the core for every scar he’d had to patch up on his beauties. “No need to keep them though,” he said, moving away from Ned now that he was satisfied the nundu was eating. “The reserves do well enough to care for dragons for all that they like to bleed the dragons regularly, and besides, they’re pack creatures at heart. Keeping one alone down here would be cruel.”

“Really?” Graves said. “I was always under the impression they were solitary creatures.”

“Common misconception,” Newt said. He levitated a few buckets of pellets for the mooncalves. “Understandable, though – their territory range is so large that a flight might seem like a number of solitaries each with their own territories. Horntails are the most isolated of the dragon breeds I’ve come across and even they tend towards a minimum flight of three adults at any one time.”

“Fascinating,” Graves said and Newt checked on him with some surprise. There was no sarcasm in his soul mate’s voice though and the man looked more contemplative than bored.

“The reserves must be difficult though,” he said after a moment. “Given their territory range is, as you say, so large.”

“Difficult?” Newt asked. He chanced another look at Graves under his eyelashes even as Reginald and Nigel competed for the last of the pellets.

“To keep that kind of area away from no-majes,” Graves clarified and Newt felt his lips twist slightly.

“It hasn’t been easy to convince the ministries of the dragons’ need,” he admitted with some reluctance. “And it does take a lot a man-power. Fortunately,” and he could feel the distaste that seeped into that word, “Dragon parts have enough magical uses that it’s worth the investment. Merlin forbid that we run out of heartstrings for their children’s wands after all,” he grumbled.

Graves hummed softly. “It’s a shame,” he said, watching the mooncalves with a certain softness around his eyes. “A damned shame that so many magical creatures are forced to hide away. I imagine that their territories are proving more and more difficult to keep safe nowadays.”

Newt felt a rush of fondness for his soul mate – to meet someone who understood! “Absolutely,” he said eagerly. “I know of at least seven extinctions that have occurred over the last decade. We just simply aren’t taking care of the creatures in this world and it’s a terrible shame – we’re losing so much to our own ignorance. Why, Solomon and Delilah are among the last breeding pair of Graphorn in the world. If serious action isn’t taken soon, they’ll be gone too in a decade or so.”

The thought made him feel a little ill and he stared solemnly at the capering mooncalves for a while. They, at least, were in no danger of extinction. As long as cows were miscarrying there would be these sweet creatures dancing in the world.

An arm wrapped around his shoulder and Newt let out a sigh as he leaned into Graves’ shoulder. “It’s an absolute tragedy,” he said mournfully and Graves tucked his magic around him comfortingly.

“A tragedy that needs solving one way or another, my own,” he agreed solemnly and Newt frowned a little, wondering what was meant by that. He’d wracked his brains for a solution every since he’d received his discharge, ever since he’d turned to wandering the world instead of working in ministry as Theseus had hoped he would. There had been nothing that he could come up with however.

“Is that everything fed?” Graves asked, before the silence stretched into discomfort.

Newt ran through his creatures thoughtfully, ticking them off one by one, before nodding. “I think you’ve met them all now,” he said, with a shy smile directed at Graves. It had been a rare pleasure directing his bond mate around his case; Graves had been so interested in all of his creatures, asking intent questions and getting in close to all but the most dangerous of them. He’d been especially inquisitive about some of Newt’s rarer beasts, Ned and Frank in particular, which had surprised Newt somewhat. He’d thought there would have been a few more pointed questions about permits but there had been nothing save amused tolerance.

“Then perhaps,” Graves said, hooking a finger into one of Newt’s belt loops, “We might talk about finding a bed for tonight, my own? It is getting a little late.”

Newt flushed under Graves’ eyes, unable to meet his gaze for a second. “It has been a long day,” he admitted in a strangled voice. “I think I would welcome somewhere to lie down.”

Graves’ smile reminded Newt of nothing more than Ned’s self-satisfaction after a good meal, settling a quiver deep in his stomach. He couldn’t help the eagerness that leapt within him though. There was a part of him desperate to see his own name scrawled over his soul mate’s skin and he couldn’t help but suspect it was the same for Graves. Names were a powerful thing, after all.

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I don't even know who I am cheering for anymore! Newt date/marry both!

Grindelgraves is one sneaky Dark Lord, laying down the foundation to convince Newt to join his cause.

And I wonder how thick Graves' home walls are? Lols. It would be the worst torture Grindelgraves could put Graves through.

Thanks for writing! :)

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Squee!!!! *Jumps for joy*

I was so happy to see this! There needs to be more GrindlNewt in the world, even if it's under false pretenses.

I have to wonder, did Grindelwald see the Obscurus? Or does Newt not have it in this story?

Anyways can't wait to read more!

Re: FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 5/?

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The Eternal Screaming of the Eager Reader's Mind

....I want more

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 6/?

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Graves barely allowed for them to clamber out of Newt's suitcase before he was pressing Newt back, back, one firm hand almost brand-hot against his chest. Newt let himself be herded against a wall, straightening up as Graves crowded in closer. It was with some surprise that he noted he was looking down slightly to meet his soul mate's gaze; his presence gave him the impression of much greater height.

He wasn't given much time to ruminate on this as Graves was moving in, biting at his lips, making a sound of triumph as Newt let his mouth fall open. He felt half-conquered by Graves' intensity, as though he were a fort to be scaled or a city to be cracked open. It was dizzying and Newt was gasping for breath when Graves finally let them both surface.

Newt knew on some level he should be reciprocating but all he could do was let his hands spasm uselessly on Graves' shoulder as the man bit his way down his neck, leaving a trail of marks that would make a nundu proud. A particularly sharp bite had Newt make a sound of protest, pulling away a little.

Graves made an inquisitive sound as he raised his mouth from Newt's shoulder and Newt smiled a little awkwardly. "Maybe - ah, maybe a little gentler?" He offered, and Graves blinked away some of his lust, pressing an apologetic kiss against Newt's jawline. He didn't seem particularly inclined to let Newt up from his position though and Newt conceded that with an internal shrug, far more interested now in getting his soul mate out of his admittedly attractive coat.

The buttons didn't seem to want to undo and Newt found himself swearing with unaccustomed fluency, lapsing into a one particularly virulent stream a German prisoner of war had taught him while they had waited for a hostage exchange. He was particularly unamused by Graves' surprised laughter, hiding his sullen pout against the side of his head.

"I believe I was promised a bed," he said, trying to reclaim some of his lost dignity. He didn't think he managed very well but at least it got Graves to pull away and unbutton his coat himself, still chuckling softly to himself.

"You were indeed, my own," Graves said, dropping his coat carelessly on the floor and stretching out to grasp Newt by the wrist. Newt frowned at the downed coat for a moment, feeling an odd sense of vertigo for a moment. It looked very out of place in this neatly ordered house.

He could hardly focus on neatness - or lack thereof - however, when he had an unfairly attractive soul mate tugging him along, crinkles of laughter still echoing at the corner of his eyes. They tumbled up the stairs, more like teens than adults as Graves finally shoved him into a room, pushed him backwards until he stumbled into a bed, flopping onto his back with a startled laugh.

"Your coat, my own," Graves said, nearly crawling across him to push at it. "Off, off."

"It's a little difficult with you on top of me," Newt said, "Don't think that's a complaint though, I'm rather enjoying it-" He contorted to avoid a chastising nip from Graves and laughed again, pushing him off. "If I'm stripping, I think I'm due the same favour from you," he said, dropping his hands to his buttons and moving with quick efficiency now he had a little space.

"Oh, naturally," Graves said with mock solemnity. "All should be fair in this, my own." He made no move to put action to his words though, instead rolling onto his front to admire Newt as he tugged his waistcoat off and made to work on his shirt.

"Graves," Newt warned with a light growl and then blinked at the flicker of discontent on his soul mate's face. It passed so quickly that he near thought he had imagined it.

"Perhaps I would prefer you to undress me," Graves said after a moment, a taunting smile on his face. "Would you do that for me, my own?" There was a roil to his magic, a clinging want that had Newt acting almost without thinking, pulling his shirt off and moving to trail a hand down Graves' neck.

"Well, it does depend," he said thoughtfully. "Are all your clothes as much of a nuisance as your coat? I don't think I'm quite up for that much of a battle, however great the reward at the end." He tugged at Graves' hair, angling in for a quick press of lips before he backed off to Graves' disgruntlement.

"Newton," Graves grumbled warningly and Newt laughed as he took his undershirt off, finally down to bare skin. He rotated his shoulders and then - teasingly - let Graves see a glimpse of black writing on his back before turning to face him again. He found himself taken aback by the mix of emotion, Graves' magic reaching up and out to him as if it could force him to turn around and show his back in full.

"My own," Graves said, almost as if to reassure himself. "My Newton." He reached out a hand and Newt bit at his lip. He wanted to tease, to insist on Graves baring himself first, to see his own name written over his soul mate's body but there was something almost vulnerable about him now that had him stilling his tongue.

"My Graves," he instead murmured back, using the same tone he would with one of his occamy chicks, soft and warm and friendly. "My Percival."

He wasn't expecting to be nearly pounced on, throwing his arms up in a shocked almost-defence as Graves man-handled him onto his stomach. There was a frozen silence that stretched on so long that Newt nearly doubted the name he had written on his back since his birth. "Graves?" He asked, pushing himself up slightly. A hand pushed him back down, then traced ever-so slowly over the 'G' on Newt's back.

"Newton," Graves whispered softly, his voice broken. "Oh, my Newton, my own." He was straddling Newt now, crawled on top of him to stare at his own name. He pressed a kiss at the top of Newt's spine reverently. "You have no idea," he whispered. "I never thought I'd see..." And he trailed off again.

Newt twisted to look up at Graves, heart almost breaking at the desperate need in his soul mate's voice. "I'm here now," he said softly. "You're here now." If he'd known that Graves had needed him so much he would have pushed Theseus far harder over his knowing smirks and hints. "Percival..."

"Mine," Graves nearly snarled and Newt blinked at the pillows.

"Yours," he agreed hastily and then, "Only..."

Graves' fingers turned from their delicate tracing to almost digging into the skin. "Only?" He asked and Newt wondered if he was imagining the dangerous note in his voice. He had to be imagining it.

"Only I'd quite like to see my name on you," he said, blushing as he did. "I wasn't joking when I said that you were far too dressed for my liking."

Graves paused and then pushed off his back, rocking back onto his knees. "Well then," he said, spreading his arms invitingly. "Why don't you come and find your mark?"

Newt looked at him, dishevelled and yet still in his waistcoat and shirt, still in his damned socks and shoes, and then scrambled up onto his knees. "Don't mind if I do," he said, ignoring the blush that had to have spread to his ears by that point.

"My own," Graves said fervently. "I would mind nothing that you do."

FILL: Real!Graves/Newt/GrindelGraves - Accidental soulmates - 7/?

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There was something particularly unfriendly in the edges of Grindelwald’s eyes when he came down that evening, levitating a plate of food in front of him. It was ridiculous to think that – this was a Dark Lord who’d kidnapped him, imprisoned him, stolen his blood and his memories and yet-

Percival swallowed down his nerves and met Grindelwald’s gaze defiantly. He didn’t bother getting to his feet though. He’d end up back on the floor soon enough. He eyed Grindelwald suspiciously. There was nothing of the wizard’s normal tolerant good humour now – instead, there was some deeply personal resentment, overlaid by a smug knowledge that set Percival’s back up.

“You’re later than normal,” Percival said, keeping his voice steady. “Trouble up top?” He hoped so. He hoped his aurors had finally got themselves a damned clue. He hoped Newt had alerted everyone in the entire world. The thought made him clench a hand around his ankle briefly and Grindelwald tracked the movement with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, no trouble,” the man said lightly. “Quite the opposite.” He smiled, slow and rich, and Percival’s eyes were drawn to his lips. They looked almost bruised, puffy and a little swollen. Uncertainty swirled in his stomach.

“Oh?” Percival said casually. “Found your obscurus then?”

“Not yet,” Grindelwald said. “Just a matter of time though, Director, no need to worry.” He set the plate down in front of Percival.

“Believe me, there isn’t an ounce of worry in my body,” Percival drawled and Grindelwald smiled a little tightly.

“That’s a shame Director,” he said. “There really should be.” He flicked his wand deliberately, forcing Percival to his feet in a crucifix position. There was nothing pleasant in the way Grindelwald looked him over deliberately and Percival inhaled sharply as another flick of Grindelwald’s wand had his trouser leg rolling itself up. What was – no, that wasn’t for him to see!

Percival snarled at him, but what would have once prompted mocking laughter from Grindelwald now fetched nothing save a look of deep loathing. The man crouched down to inspect his soul mark – his, his, and Percival struggled impotently against his bonds, feeling somehow more deeply violated by this inspection than by the legilimens intrusion Grindelwald had put him through day after day.

Grindelwald run a light fingertip across the writing and Percival felt like vomiting. That was – that wasn’t for him to touch. He made a noise of protest and then froze at the look Grindelwald directed up at him.

There was a moment of silence and then Grindelwald backed up, smiling tightly. He said nothing as he prepared Percival’s veins for bleeding, his movements precise and practiced now. It barely even hurt as Grindelwald stirred the blood into a steaming vial, turning it into a deceptively bright lilac that he downed in a swift movement.

It seemed as though this would be a swift visit, Grindelwald passing on his usual entertainment of taunting Percival - or gathering facts on anything that had surprised him in the office. A twitch of magic and Percival was sprawling on the ground again, biting back a noise of pain. He ignored it to roll down his trouser leg as fast as possible, wrapping a hand around his mark as if to reassure himself.

Grindelwald let out a sound that someone, somewhere in the world might describe as a laugh. “Protect it while you can, Director,” he said and there was an ugly note in his voice. “Believe me though, I’m dreaming of the day I can be done with you and I can wipe your damned name off my soul mate’s back.”

What – what did that mean? Percival straightening to fire back something defiant – anything, nothing, he couldn’t find the words, but it didn’t matter because Grindelwald had already swept away.

“Newt?” he whispered hesitantly. Grindelwald’s soul mate? He could see in his mind’s eye those swollen lips again, and he wondered. “Newt, baby?” he whispered and found himself more worried than ever for his soul mate.