fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme ([personal profile] fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme) wrote2016-11-23 07:27 am
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Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-11-28 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Omegas are incredibly rare, due to some personality conflicts during witch hunts (i.e., omegas are submissive and easier to catch than alphas and betas). In addition to being rare, the few omegas that exist are also highly valued. Happy omegas have this strange ability to direct the magical energy of their alpha(s) in a bond, meaning they can lend an alpha their (the omega's) magical energy when the alpha needs it. (Plus, they tend to give alphas a bit of pleasant, happy buzz when they're around.)

Newt Scamander is an omega, though various experiments with the venom of different magical creatures have provided him with a strong suppressant that makes him smell like a beta. Unluckily for Newt, alpha!Grindelwald isn't so easily fooled. He recognizes Newt as an omega as soon as Tina brings him in. A little bit of lying and a staged death leave Grindelwald free to dump Newt at his hideout with the disoriented alpha!Graves.

Now, if Grindelwald and Graves both bond with Newt, Grindelwald will not only have a coveted omega in his power, he'll also have the most powerful auror this side of the atlantic at his call.

So Grindelwald does what any ambitious dark lord would do - he starts a threesome.

+: A happy omega is the key to power, so Grindelwald finds himself tracking down and rescuing highly dangerous magical creatures that his omega swears are just misunderstood.

++: Newt unintentionally wrecks havoc and Graves finds himself as the first line of defense while Grindelwald is out "developing his career." Wanker.

Re: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-11-28 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
So Grindelwald does what any ambitious dark lord would do - he starts a threesome.

yes. just all the yes.

Re: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
All the yes to this

Re: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
i want it so bad i can almost taste it...

i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶w̶e̶a̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶i̶r̶t̶y̶ ̶;̶D̶
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Mini-Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

[personal profile] j_gabrielle 2016-11-29 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Graves descends on the Omega like a starving man graced with a feast. Grindelwald notes amusedly that the Omega hardly puts up a fight as he is undressed and rutted up against. It is almost intoxicating to watch how the most powerful Auror of his time is slain by the scent and slick of the wizard he is clinging to.

He hears soft mewls and cries coming from the tangle of limbs and bodies. Stepping closer to them, he lays a gentle hand on Graves' sweaty nape. "Claim him." He purrs, urging Graves over to Scamander's shoulder, tilting his head just so to angle his mouth over flesh. "Claim what is yours. What will be ours."

Graves hesitates for a beat, pushing against his hold. Grindelwald has a moment of doubt that he has broken him through and through when Graves parts his lips and sinks his teeth into a claiming bite. Scamander arches like he has been shot with lightning, eyes blown wide and mouth shaped around a silent scream.

"Good." Grindelwald smiles, excitement flaring in his veins at all the future possibilities they can achieve together. He moves his hand down the line of spine as he feels thrumming of Graves coming and knotting their Omega. He will need to claim him too, physically affirm himself as the apex of their ménage à trois as he has already done mentally, but he has an inkling that this will be the start of a beautiful relationship. One that will only bring ruin to their world.

Re: Mini-Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
ar yes this is so beautiful i really want more
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[personal profile] j_gabrielle 2016-11-29 04:07 am (UTC)(link)

Hope the OP doesn't mind a short fill like this.


(Anonymous) 2016-11-29 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
OMG this is awesome! I was afraid no one was going to fill it!

I love that Grindelwald uses Newt to seduce Graves. It seems fitting that he makes sure Graves caves before he establishes his own claim. And poor Newt and Graves are just along for the ride, totally oblivious to the fact that Grindelwald is going to use the sexy times to further establish his evil dark wizard kingdom thing.

Thank you!!! And don't you dare apologize for the short fill!
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Re: OP

[personal profile] j_gabrielle 2016-11-29 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hi OP! Thank you for the wonderful prompt. I had fun dabbling in these waters. I hope someone else will come along and give you a good and properly long fill soon enough :)

2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I tried to go for humor, but obviously it didn't happen. Also there isn't much of the ABO sides of things aside from some minor references, mostly because it's seen from an outsider's POV (in this case Queenie). Hopefully the OP will still enjoy my little attempt.

Queenie knows that it’s him, even before she steps out of the dingy pub into the chill of pine-scented air, before she follows the trail of his scent into the dark depth of the woods.

She finds him in a snow-draped clearing, standing at the centre like a stone statue, cold and still and exactly the same as he was years ago when he roamed the halls of MACUSA. Even his suit and coat are the same ones Queenie remembers from memory, black and white with a swirl of grey from the scarf slung loosely around his neck. She almost flinches. This, here, has nothing to do with those glittering fragments of the past that she now hoards like a treasure.

He isn’t looking at her, his face tilted slightly toward the pale December sun, as if scenting the horizon. Queenie steps closes, into the clearing.

“It’s really you,” she whispers, breath misting in the biting cold.

He turns slowly towards her, like a ghost, like a distant memory. “Hello, Queenie,” he says, and it too is a wraith of a voice, all smokes and shadows. It’s as if he’s talking to her from beyond the veil.

The thought sends a cold shiver down her spine, but fear is an old companion by now, tired and stale like regret. She pulls her coat—Tina’s coat—more tightly around her thin frame, and then takes another step, close enough to reach the tangled webs of his mind.

Instead, she finds a fortress of walls, not a crack visible on the smooth granite surface. There is no tendrils of thought, no wisps of memories. He stands there, a corporeal presence, and yet she cannot read him.

Graves watches her, a thin smile on the curve of his lips.

“You couldn’t do that to me ten years ago. What makes you think you’ll be able to now?”

His words carry a taunt, a jibe, but her armour is so thick now, layer upon layer of grief sticking to her skin that she barely feels the sting. Instead, she asks, “How did you know I’m here?”

“You’re an Omega,” he replies, brisk and matter-of-fact. That part of him, at least, has not changed. “No matter how you tried to mask your scent, I could still smell it.”

Queenie tightens her grip around her wand. “Is he here?”


“Are you his puppet now?” She is the armed one, but Percival Graves has never allowed the absence of a wand to encumber him before. Queenie cannot imagine he will now.

“Is that what everyone’s saying?” he asks dryly, sounding almost amused.

“I saw you.” Her voice shakes with emotions, the memory nailed to the insides of her mind, framed by dread. “Three years ago, in Warsaw. I knew it was you. The papers said that Grindelwald liked wearing your face. That he got a kick out of it. That he had your corpse stashed away somewhere for a lifetime supply of Polyjuice potion. But I knew it was you.”

Warsaw was a massacre: almost a hundred dead, the Poland Ministry of Magic left in tatters, No-Majs weeping in front of the city they once had known, now no more than smoking ruins. Eyewitnesses mentioned the presence of a dark-haired wizard, wearing a black coat and a grey scarf, leading Grindelwald’s ruthlessly efficient army. An old picture of Percival Graves earned a nod, every single time.

Not that she needs any confirmation. She was there, under the disguise of a war journalist while in truth she was chasing ghosts, not news. With all her friends either dead or missing, Queenie has little to stop her. (She doesn’t think about Jacob. He’s not a part of her world, and for this, at least, she is grateful, even if she still watches him sometimes, opening his shop every morning. She can almost taste his pastries, crisp layers and sweet peaches and sprinkles of cinnamon sugar.)

And there, in Warsaw, under the falling eaves of a wrecked post office, she saw him, with her own eyes, snuffing the life out of a young, terrified witch with a single flick of his hand.

“Warsaw is unavoidable,” he says quietly, and it’s the lack of everything in his voice, the total disinterest, that breaks the frozen chain of doubt around her. Queenie goes from numb to enraged in the span of one heartbeat. She almost Apparates to where he’s standing, a ghost and an abomination, to claw his face until he bleeds and screams or reveals that he is in fact Grindelwald, playing with her.

She does not. She knows that she will never reach him. Above all, she knows what she will find. This is not Grindelwald.

“Tina’s dead.” Her rage curls into bitterness. Even now, the word still rips a new wound inside her. She doesn’t think that she will ever stop bleeding for her sister. Everyone said that it was an honourable death. An Auror’s death, in the line of duty, a shining example of courage and loyalty. But death is death and at the end of the day, Queenie is still a girl who has lost everyone and everything.

“I heard.” Perhaps his face softens, or his voice, but she cannot bring herself to care. “I’m really sorry.”

“Grindelwald killed her.”

“I know,” he says, and the eyes holding her gaze are steady, dark and unreadable. “But there’s nothing you can do about it now. If you show your face, he’ll only kill you. Or worse.”

“I don’t think I care anymore.”

“Tina wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“Don’t you dare say her–”

Her angry burst is interrupted by a third presence, swirling black smoke condensing into a person. She stares, stunned, as the familiar figure of Newt Scamander materialises next to Graves.

“Percival, he’s coming back. I can sense–”

That is when he notices her, a hurried glance that quickly turns into shock and fright. Queenie can only stare at him, reeling from the slap of betrayal—because this is Newt; Newt who went missing ten years ago; Newt who’s supposed to be dead; Newt whom her sister had never stopped searching for, until the moment of her death. Her ears are ringing, and it takes her a while to notice that it’s the screams of another person’s thoughts, burning in her mind.

If Graves’ mind is an empty stretch of wall, then Newt’s is a riot of sounds and images. Queenie stumbles backward, overwhelmed by the flood of thoughts and memories. With her focus in tatters, she can only make sense of little—but it’s enough.

She raises her eyes, horrified, meeting his wild, distraught gaze.


His voice is soft, pleading, but she cannot stop. She is living the last ten years of his life, with Grindelwald, under Grindelwald. She watches through his eyes everything he did, everything he let happen. She sees his reasons (always, for the sake of his loved ones, humans and creatures alike), feels his agony, suffers his torture and pain and anguish like they’re carved into her own flesh.

“Oh Merlin, Newt…”

“I have no choice.” His voice is high and tight, like skirting the edge of hysteria. “He has my creatures. All my children. I can’t leave them in–”

“Newt.” Graves’ tone is an anchor, quiet, grounding. He’s quick to step in between them, an arm around Newt’s waist, a hand on his lower back. Newt is breathing hard but Graves holds him close, protective, foreheads pressed against each other, noses touching.

Queenie doesn’t understand what she sees. Not at first. But when they kiss, mouths finding each other’s as if by instinct, she knows then.

“The two of you,” she chokes out, disbelief and rage blinding her for a moment. Newt was Tina’s, supposed to be, almost, before his sudden disappearance. It almost drove her sister mad with grief. And now, this betrayal.

Newt laughs, a brittle, jagged sound. “The three of us, actually.”

Queenie freezes but her mind lashes out, hungrily reaching out for Newt’s terrifyingly open vault. What she finds make her feel sick to her bones. The hunger. The touches. The fucking. The mind-fucking. The three-way bond. The life bursting with poison and thorns, and none of them can leave.

In some ways, she understands why he looks the way he looks now. More beautiful than she has ever seen, but also colder, harder, like something inside him has forever crystallised. There is a tight, pinched look that wasn’t there before, and the way he carries himself is so different that what’s left of Queenie’s heart aches. Now he knows that mistakes can, will, kill.

“I’m really sorry about Tina.” He sounds lost, miserable, for a moment so much like the old Newt that she almost crosses the distance and takes him into her arms. “I tried my best, but I couldn’t– he wanted me to do something that I– I never thought that he would do this. But he knew that we were close. He knew what Tina meant to me, and then he found her and– I swear I tried to stop him. I promised him everything. I would’ve done anything, but he– she was already dead.”

Queenie thought she knew horror before, but it isn’t until that moment that she knows. She cannot even look at him anymore, let alone into his mind. She would go mad.

“We should go.” Graves breaks the spell, pulling them both back to the stark present. She watches, as if across a great distance, as Newt slowly looks at him. Smiles. Nods.

“Wait.” Queenie hears the word burst out of her throat. She wills her feet to move, if slowly, until her progress is checked by the devastating presence of their bound magic. “Newt,” she tries, the words heavy on her tongue, “you can’t go back to that madman. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I’ve told you why,” he replies softly, almost kindly.

“There must be another way.”

He gives her a small, sad smile. She feels a gentle caress on her cheek, from an unseen hand, and the next moment, he no longer stands in front of her.

She stares at Graves, who is watching her with the same cool disinterest, hands deep in the pockets of his coat.

“You must stop him.”

Something flickers in his expression and it’s ugly and painful and deadly. For a moment, she thinks he will snuff her out, just like he did to that witch in Warsaw. But his hands remain where they are and his face smooths over, back to its stony inscrutability.

“Right now, he’s the only thing that stands between Gellert Grindelwald and the rest of the world,” Graves tells her, “and he knows that.”

And she does too. She saw it in Newt’s mind, but tears spring to her eyes all the same.

“But this is too cruel.”

He doesn’t respond. He looks up instead, at the grey sky, heavy with snow.

“I must go. You too, leave at once. You don’t want him catching your scent.”

Queenie approaches him then; this time, she knows she can reach him. “Promise me at least,” she says fiercely, her fingers digging into his arm, as if desperately seeking for his warmth. “Take care of him. Take care of each other.”

He gives her a long, pointed look, then a quiet snort, before disappearing in wisps of smoke. She can still feel his warmth on her hand, in the valley of her palm, lingering for a moment before it, too, scatters with the next gust of wind.

Queenie turns around and leaves.

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit, this was crazy good. The mood was perfect and I felt awful for everyone involved (except Grindelwald of course). The way you saw snippets of Newt's suffering through Queenie's eyes were breathtaking. It makes me yearn to learn more about the full story, how Newt ended up there, and how it'll end (there was a bit of hope at the end, at least). Your writing is amazing.

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I wasn't sure how fitting this was for the prompt, but glad to know that people liked it!

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Grindelwald with Nazi Germans destroying Warsaw? I could totally see that I was surprised to get this little bit of history; my home country isn't something people write about in the fics, haha.

My hearts is bleeding for Queenie, Graves, and Newt. This story hurts in all good places: Tina is dead, Queenie is without Jacob, Newt and Graves are blackmailed to be with a madman... Perfect. You did amazing job, Anon. Now excuse me, I'm going to cry.

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
OTL I hope you don't mind the role your country played here ;___;

Thank you for your kind words <3 /sends all the tissue paper

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
What? No, of course I'm not! It's just me being surprised that foreigners know some history of my country. I don't mean it in a bad way; it was a very interesting twist in your fic. Considering how Rowling wants the last movie end in 1945 (Dumbledore vs Grindelwald) I wouldn't be surprised if we got some muggle history in future movies ;)

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yesss it seems natural to connect those things together. I hope we'll see some references of this in the future movies :D

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2016-12-31 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Holy moly that was, I'm speechless it was amazing omg thank you for this, I almost want to ask for the everything of it, the Grindlewald-Newt-Graves bond and the ugly terror of it all but even here it's just, so much and so cruel and ahhhhh???! I'm destroyed

Re: 2nd Fill: Grindelwald/Newt/Graves - ABO, dub-con

(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Wow amazing fill!
So intense and heartbreaking..
I'm curious to know how it all started, it would be a fantastic long fanfic.
Well done