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ROUND 1
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Graves/Newt - Newt gets dating/wooing advice....from his creatures
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 05:05 am (UTC)(link)Newt has a big old crush on Graves and has to figure out a way to woo him and/or ask him out on a date. The only problem is that Newt has no clue how to do that.. Well the obvious choice is to ask his creatures for some help.
Give me shenanigans.
Re: Graves/Newt - Newt gets dating/wooing advice....from his creatures
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 06:04 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Graves/Newt Just Ask Me angst, h/c
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Here you go OP! Hope you like it.
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"I never expected I'd ever feel this way, Dougal," Newt whispers to the Demiguise in his arms. Dougal looks back at him calmly, listening patiently, knowing Newt craved a listener and confidant. "When I was at Hogwarts, I observed human mating habits as much as I could, and found it needlessly chaotic. Each human has a preference, different to that of the others."
Newt stops, shying away from thoughts of Leta as he always did, and decides to jump over that particular topic. It would always hurt, but he wouldn't let it stop him from living his life.
"The years I spent around the world and in various human communities haven't changed my opinion. It seems every time I cross a border, the human mating rituals change into something harder to understand, as if there are several human species walking this earth, with a completely different set of required behavior. This is why creature mating habits are comparatively easier to study."
Dougal hums encouragingly, and Newt takes heart.
"Yet I can't help thinking about it, Dougal. I find myself looking at Mister Graves across the room, and I wonder, what do I have to do for him to consider me as a possible mate? I get the feeling that I'll go barmy if I don't act on it soon. My instincts tell me that he's in his prime, and if I don't make a move, I'll lose him to some other witch... Or wizard..."
Dougal chitters in short bursts, and Newt sighs.
"...I suppose. What I am sure about him is that...that he is very passionate about his job. He loves catching law breakers and fighting against dark wizards make him smile. The one with all his teeth, not the small, tender one I saw on him the other morning."
Dougal clicks his tongue three times, then rubs Newt's arm. Newt perks up.
"That could work!"
- -
It doesn't work.
Newt gets a dislocated shoulder, rope burns on his wrists and a broken ankle for his trouble.
On top of it all, Mister Graves has been shouting at him for at least an hour with no signs of stopping. Newt zones out somewhere around the sixth iteration of you're a civilian, you endangered yourself needlessly, how could you be so careless.
Mister Graves shows no appreciation for Newt's (successful) effort to bring criminals into Mister Graves' jurisdiction for easier capture. Mister Graves' smile doesn't make an appearance even once the whole time he fought, and Newt doesn't understand what's different from before. Mister Graves doesn't look satisfied or relieved when the criminals are brought in and marched off to prison.
"Scamander! Are you even listening?" Mister Graves demands, making Newt flinch. He continues in a softer, gentler tone, "What are you thinking, Newt?"
"You should be back at MACUSA, interrogating the criminals. Or writing reports to Madam President. That's what you usually do after an operation of this sort..." Newt says to the floor, thinking don't go, you can shout at me more, just stay.
Why can't he ever get things right when it comes to humans?
"You think I would prefer to write a report instead of being here? Mercy Lewis, you were injured, Newt!" Mister Graves says incredulously. Newt hunches in on himself further.
"I-I was. But not anymore. The Healer said I could go, maybe an hour ago. I'd have to watch my step and make sure not to do any strenuous activities for at least three days, but I'm fine. You can go back to MACUSA. I'm... I apologize for troubling you, Mister Graves."
He wants to cry, wants to have Dougal hug him. It seems he is only making Mister Graves angrier with every word he speaks. He wants to prostrate himself on the floor and beg for forgiveness for his miscalculation. He knows what's coming: Mister Graves will cut all ties with him, will refuse to see him again.
There's a precedent, and he doesn't want to think about it. Nonetheless, it stays in the back of his mind.
The way Leta used to smile at him, full of teeth, goading him, daring himThe way he had caused so much trouble for Leta before. The way he had almost become a murderer
accidentallyat seventeen. It shouldn't matter, this time. It was only Newt who got injured. Minor injuries at that.More important was the amount of paperwork he had caused Mister Graves. He could buy coffee for the man. He could buy lots of coffee, and keep him company--
Stop dreaming, Newt Scamander. He won't welcome you in his office ever again.
He doesn't notice Mister Graves stepping closer. He does notice the hand that Mister Graves lays on the back of his neck. Just...lays it there. Not in a choke hold. But, it's... Just laying there.
Newt does his best impression of a submissive direwolf and stays still. Mister Graves' hand is warm and dry and wonderful. He doesn't understand what's happening.
The hand leaves his neck, and it takes everything Newt has to keep his mouth shut, to not beg for it. His heart is probably galloping faster than a Granian horse.
Mister Graves gently, steadily cards his fingers through Newt's hair. Newt whimpers and his tears flood his eyes and his words flood out of his mouth even faster in a jumbled chain of words and he doesn't understand--
There are arms around him, holding him steady. He is sobbing into a shoulder-- into Mister Graves' shoulder, when did he get so close?-- and there are fingers still carding steadily through his hair.
It takes an obscenely long amount of time before Newt calms down. When Newt has subsided into quiet sobbing, Mister Graves moves slihhtly back to put some space between them, and uses a hand on Newt's chin to make him look up.
Newt can barely see Mister Graves from all the tears still clinging to his lashes. But, he looks. Because it might be the last time. This might be goodbye.
"Newt," Mister Graves starts. Newt will cherish the way Mister Graves spoke his name. "Listen to me very closely. I'll share a secret with you, okay?"
Newt nods weakly. He will miss the feel of Mister Graves' hands on his hair, the feel of his arms around Newt.
"All you need to do is ask me out. I can't... I can't say I appreciate your previous effort, but only because you got hurt, Newt. I was worried about you, and I'm sorry for shouting at you before. That doesn't mean I'm going to drive you out of my life, or avoid you for the rest of time. I like you, and I am definitely interested in you, Newt. So just ask me," Mister Graves says. "No other complicated gestures needed."
Newt felt like he was swimming through taffy.
Ask...?
"Would... Would you go out on a date with me, Mister Graves?" Newt croaks out barely loud enough to hear.
"Gladly, Newt. And call me Percival."
There's that small, tender smile on Mister Graves-- Percival's mouth again. Newt realizes suddenly that he likes it more than the one with all the teeth.
--
Come and join me on my puddle of tears on the floor.
Re: Fill: Graves/Newt Just Ask Me angst, h/c
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 10:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Graves/Newt Just Ask Me angst, h/c
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 10:48 am (UTC)(link)On ao3
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 10:22 am (UTC)(link)archiveofourown.org/works/9049093