fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #1

So fic request - everyone gets hit by a de-aging spell that reverts them back to the age they lost their virginity. Everyone is varying ages - I don't really mind Jacob or Queenie or Tina's ages. But then Newt shows up and he's barely into puberty.

Cue everyone freaking out a bit as he tries to underplay it.

:( my heart

This has the potential to be really interesting.

I feel bad for it, but I want this with the force of a thousend burning suns.

I want this so bad!

Sooooo, I tried. After years of reading and lurking, the Fastastic Beasts kinkmeme called out to me and I couldn't resist trying my hand at writing, and holy shit, new respect for writers, how do people do the writing thing??? Not complete, but I have a hazy idea of how to finish this, kinda...maybe ~~next week~~? (covers face and runs away) I apologize for this in advance.

Queenie sighs internally while looking around Graves’ office. Tina was pacing in front of the door, face set in a concerned frown, occasionally glancing at the leather sofa where she, Jacob, and Newt sat to confirm with her own eyes that they were all still healthy and unharmed.

Jacob was conversing lowly with Newt on what had occurred only an hour prior, his mind also broadcasting his concern. As always, Newt was a little hard to read, but Queenie didn’t need to be a mind reader to see that Newt was feeling apprehensive regarding the whole ordeal as well, which brings her back to the reason why they were ordered to stay in Graves’ office.

They were departing MACUSA for a dinner at a nearby restaurant when an illegal wands trafficker that Tina put away last year had snuck up them. In an attempt for revenge, the criminal tried to curse Tina into oblivion by de-aging her to the point before she was even born, but instead of using the incantation “profectus reverti” for the outlawed de-aging spell, they were hit with the incantation “puer reverti”. It did not appear to have the intended effect as all four of them were still physically their own age, and by the time the criminal realized that his plan failed, aurors inside the MACUSA building were already alerted of the commotion and came out to neutralize the attacker.

While it did not seem that the spell had any effect on them, Graves (the original one that was found after the Grindelwald imposter event) and Madam President had agreed that it was best if they stayed at MACUSA for a few hours to ensure no negative side effects occurred.

Newt stands up from the sofa and kneels on the floor to open his suitcase, bringing Queenie back to the present.

Tina turns to Newt from where she was pacing.

“Are you sure you should be going into your case right now? What if something happens while you’re down there?”

“I just need to check on the Nogtail I picked up last week. She’s still recovering from a nasty infection, and I haven’t gone this long without checking on her. I’ll be back up in a jiffy!” Newt calls out as he descends into his suitcase.

A few minutes passes in tense silence while the others wait for someone to come by and tell them they are cleared to leave, or that the spell will cause their inevitable death.

Suddenly Tina yelps as a brief simmer appears around her.

“Tinnie!” Queenie gasps as she gets up and hurries over to her sister.

“I’m fine! I’m fine, I think.” Tina breathes as Queenie looks her over. She insn’t a clump of underdeveloped cells, thank goodness, but her sister is now the sixteen year old she remembers in their youth.

“Tinnie, are you sure you’re – “ Queenie doesn’t finish her sentence as a similar shimmer surrounds her, and a few seconds later the same happens to Jacob.

Once the shimmer dies down, Queenie took stock of herself and Jacob. Instead of the early twenty year old she saw in her mirror this morning, she’s now her nineteen year old self, just barely out of her awkward stages. Next to her Jacob looks to be a slightly slimmer and about twenty years old, instead of mid-thirties.

Just as Jacob was about to walk over and knock on Newt’s suitcase to see if he was affected, the door opens to admit Graves and a healer to the room.

“I see the effect of the spell has already taken place.” The healer observes as she starts running diagnostic spells on each of them.

“The effects should wear off in 24 hours, and really, you’re all lucky that the idiot didn’t butcher the spell worse than it he did, or else you would all actually be dead.” The healer continues while running another set of spells on them.

“She’s right” Graves said, “The spell is relatively harmless – “, but at that point Queenie already read from his mind what exactly the spell does.

“It reverts us to the age we lost our virginity!” She blurts out, face reddening as her hands come up to cover her mouth.

Graves let’s out a nearly silent sigh as he turns to Tina and Jacob, who similarly had blushes on their faces.

“Yes, as Miss Goldstein said. Where’s Mr. Scamander? Healer Evergreen – “, he nods towards the healer, “ – will have to run diagnostics on him as well, in case there any adverse reactions.”

“Though honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still the same age.” Queenie hides a smile at Grave’s thought. It wasn’t malicious, just an observation of the childlike innocence and wonder Newt seem to exude, especially when talking about his fantastic beasts.

Jacob, closest to Newt’s case, knocks on the top of it. Queenie amuses herself at the faint curiosity in the air as the case slowly opens, but the curiosity turns into shock, and an undercurrent of protective fury grows as a small hand reaches out of the case, followed by a confused pre-teen Newt Scamander.

Yay! I'm so happy this is getting filled!

Oh man this is perfect! I love that it's from Queenie's POV and just ahh! Thank you! Please finish it soon!

Thank you so much for writing, I'm loving this so far!

I love this !! Can't wait for more :)

Also, ugh. I am so so sorry, this is actually the second time this is happening to me in the same kinkmeme, and I really hate to be that person that goes "so this was nice but I can do better", buuut ... I actually wrote something for this as well, and am almost finished. I'd just like to state that a) I actually do like yours better, and b) I don't have to post my version. I'm perfectly content to just read your fill on this, and let mine rest happily in my files on my computer. But, well, if you don't mind, and if other people would like to read another version, would it be alright if I posted mine also? I am so sorry if I come off as pretentious or something, I really do love your turn on this so far, and ugh. Sorry xD

First filler here!!

I'd love to read your version <3 (pretty pretty please?)

Neither OP nor filler or anything, but I love the first version so far and would also love to read a second <3

Just repeating what the two above me said, please post your version! We need as many awesome Fantastic Beasts fics as we can get!

//Soo, here is my take on this prompt. I hope it's at least kind of what the OP imagined, and please don't question all the plotholes too much. //

Today was not the worst Thursday Percival Graves had ever experienced, but it certainly came close. Perhaps it even made the top 5 Worst Thursdays Of All Time, because it certainly beat the current No. 5, which had been a birthday party thrown for Graves by his noisy employees. Birthday parties, Graves decided now, were not as bad as equally skilled, creative and batshit insane wizards.

Ted Brookes used to work at MACUSA, once upon a time, before he had been fired for ... what exactly, Graves wasn’t sure. He did know, however, that since then, Brookes had used his time to develop new spells. Last Graves had heard, Brookes was planning to publish a book about the spells, become rich, and move to a faraway island.

Apparently though, the man had not only returned to New York, but had also thought it a good idea to test his spells on innocent victims – “field study”, Newt had called it with a knowing smile as if he could relate, before the magizoologist had shrunk under Graves’ glare.

The whole reason why Graves wasn’t handling this on his own was because ever since the Grindelwald incident, Piquery forced him to use backup. In theory a sensible idea, in practise just annoying – something Graves and his employees actually agreed one, the first because he could not stand the thought of needing a chaperon, the latter because Graves made his disapprovement very clear.

Currently Goldstein had the misfortune of babysitting – providing back up. And because she apparently felt she couldn’t handle him on her own, she had brought Newt Scamander, who had returned to the United States a few weeks ago and had mostly hung out at MACUSA, distracting the Goldstein sisters from their work by bringing dangerous creatures with him and “accidentally” setting them free. Graves usually made a point of ignoring Newt, partly because he didn’t want to arrest him, mostly though because Newt was irritatingly shy around him. Graves suspected it was because Newt only knew him as Grindelwald, which didn’t exactly help the matter.

“Tell me again why you felt the need to bring a civilian into a potentially dangerous situation?” Graves hissed under his breath as they watched Brookes sitting in the bar they had entered a few minutes ago, making chitchat with the bartender while absent-mindedly playing with his wand, no pun intended. They couldn’t interfere until Brooke would actually do something, so in the meanwhile they just had to wait for the inevitable and hope that Brooke hadn’t invented any new killing spells.

“I am so sorry, sir” Goldstein whispered at the same time as Newt said:

“I’m not actually a civilian, you know.” Graves ignored his employee and for the moment focused entirely on Newt.

“Are you trained as an Auror?”

“No.”

“Then you have received formal training in duels and the sort?” Newt frowned.

“No, but-“

“And in the war, what was it you did again?”

“Oh, I was working with dragons.”

“Nothing at the front? You weren’t involved in the actual fighting?”

“Ah, no.”

“In that case, Mr. Scamander, you are a civilian, and I would very much advise you to Disapparate.”

“Absolutely not” Newt said firmly, because making Graves’ day easier was out of the question. Graves suppressed a sigh, because regrettably, the magizoologist was a grown man, and Graves couldn’t force him to leave.

“Goldstein, make sure nothing happens to him” he said, and got his wand out the second Brookes aimed his own at one of the guests, who fell to the floor with a silent scream stuck in his throat.

“You”, Graves said a few minutes later with as much calm as he could muster, “will spend the next three years in the Wand Permit office if I get any say in the matter.”

“With respect, Mr. Graves, I was just following the instructions we got at that staff training last week” Goldstein replied, sounding meeker than usual, which was probably due to the situation they were in now, and her part in it.

“He’s actually a very talented man. Have you considered employing him?” asked Newt as though they hadn’t been talking, and as though the “very talented man” he was suggesting as a potential new employee had not just captivated the three of them with magical, invisible shackles before using them for his experimental spells – the effect of which none of them could tell so far. What made things worse was that he had not even be trying hard – a wave of his wand, and they were captured, another wave which had caused a slight twist in their stomachs, and then he had left. He had not even really looked at them.

“Newt”, Goldstein hissed, “shut up”.

“Listen to your friend”, Graves advised, and then took the time to actually consider their situation.

“Can you two feel anything yet?” Both shook their heads. That was a good thing, Graves reckoned. Maybe the spell hadn’t worked. Maybe Brookes was a madman who had no idea what he was doing, and the reputation he had earned himself was based on lies and illusions. Maybe – maybe he suddenly felt his clothes loosen and his hair grow several inches. Yes, Graves decided as he looked at his now perfectly smooth hands, definitely Top 5.

His gaze wandered from his own figure to Goldstein, who looked ten years younger, and not in a good way.

“So this spell turns us into teenagers” he said soberly. “We’ve got to applaud Mr. Brookes on creating an entirely useless spell. – Why are you laughing?”

“Not laughing, Sir” Goldstein said hastily with the guilty expression of somebody who tries their best to contain their amusement. Graves thought about his teenaged appearance, and his brief rebellious phase of leather clothes and long hair.

“Wand Permit Office” he repeated, satisfied with the instant glum expression that crossed Goldstein’s face.

“Not just teenagers”, somebody suddenly said, and it took Graves longer than he would have admitted to recognise the high, childlike voice as Newt’s. He turned, and found himself facing a boy not older than ten. The facial features seemed vaguely familiar, not yet grown into the face of the man he knew Newt would become – had become. But the freckles were the same, and so was the unruly ginger hair.

“So the spell turns people younger, but the eventual age depends on the individual. Seems rather an odd thing to do. I think my body is 15 or 16 years old at the moment, because the scar that I got on my hand when I was 17 is missing.”

“Why’d you get the scar in the first place?” Graves asked, momentarily caught up in his interest. Goldstein blushed and mumbled something, as though Newt’s behaviour had finally rubbed off on her. “What was that?”

“I. Uhm.” She cleared her throat. “I might have cut myself while cooking.”

“Without using a wand?”

“Queenie is the one who’s skilled when it comes to that. Also I, ah. Might have wanted to impress this boy...” The director for magical security did his best to hide his amusement.

“Did you?”

“Well, after we had been to the hospital wing, we kissed, so I’d count that as a success.”

“Undoubtedly” Graves said dryly. “Bleeding, I’ve heard, is certainly a very – attractive quality.”
If it hadn’t been obvious before that Graves was in a bad mood because of the whole kidnapping business, his sudden jokes and attitude that almost passed as warmth certainly were a good indicator for Goldstein, who now turned to Newt, as if making a point of ignoring her boss.

Before she could say anything, however, the Villain of the Day reappeared, wearing the surprised yet satisfied smile of a person who didn’t expect something to work out, but is pleased nevertheless.
He crouched down in front of them, bringing them to the same eyelevel.

“Mr. Graves” he said, almost in awe. “Do you remember me?” Graves would have loved to say that he did, if only so that nobody could accuse him of a bad memory, but truth be told, he had absolutely no recollection of ever seeing this man before today. Yes, he knew him from his file, but that was about it.

“I read your file” he replied truthfully, feeling almost a tad of guilt when Brookes looked slightly disappointed.

“Oh, well. Can’t have everything, I suppose. And whom did you bring with you? Martina Goldstein, is it? I’ve heard of you. Not very popular in criminal circles, are you?”

“It’s Porpentina, and No.” She probably would have looked more impressive as a 26-year old. Now she just looked like a sulky teenager. Brookes shook his head, smiling to himself, and then turned to where Newt was sitting, and for the first time he appeared irritated.

“You brought a child? Is it bring-your-son-to-work-day? Or is MACUSA using kids as a form of guilt tripping now?”

“Actually, I appear to have been affected by your spell as well, Mr. Brookes” Newt said. Graves found himself wishing that the magizoologist wouldn’t always be so damn polite.
For some reason, Brookes tensed upon hearing that.

“But – you can’t. Merlin’s beard, how old were you?” A beat.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t quite understand” Newt said then. The other wizard was ignoring him now, muttering to himself.

“But, I did everything right! It should’ve worked, it should have. Unicorns are the key, I thought.”

“Unicorns” the magizoologist repeated. “You mean – oh. Well, this certainly clears things up.”

“It really doesn’t” Goldstein said at the same time as Graves asked sharply:

“What about unicorns?”

“I’m sorry” Brookes said, only addressing Newt now. The man – boy – frowned.

“There really is no need for that. I’m perfectly fine – or I will be, assuming that this spell will wear off soon? Deaging spells usually do, although quite frankly, I’m not sure what effects the use of unicorn hair will have. – You did use their hair, didn’t you?”

“I did. No harm done, I can assure you. But – I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.” Brookes’ voice was trembling a little. At least, Graves figured, at least Newt looked as confused as he felt. “Goodbye” Brookes said rather dramatically, and disapparated.

“Mr. Scamander, if you could please be so kind to inform me what is going on, I’d be much grateful to you.” Newt appeared to be pulled out of a deep thought process as he focused his attention on the director for magical security and gave the latter a somewhat unsure smile.

“You see, it appears that Mr. Brookes used the aid of a unicorn to help create this spell – I really do hope the unicorn is alright. A-anyway, unicorn hairs tend to, ah, add a certain spice to deaging spells. I suppose they do increase the potency – after all, unicorns are all about youth, but they also – well, there really isn’t a polite way to put this, I’m afraid. Unicorns are all about, ah, purity, you see. And purity is generally found in...ahem.”

“Virgins” Graves ended the sentence automatically when the penny dropped. Next to him Goldstein made a noise he couldn’t identify. “So, this spell-“

“Turns people into the age before they lost their virginity, yes. Now, I’m actually not sure what Mr. Brookes intended to do with this, but seeing as it worked, I stand by my earlier assumption that he’s quite skilful, if perhaps a bit odd concerning his work choices.”

“Newt-“ Goldstein began in a worried tone of voice. Newt only smiled more brightly, and actually looked her in the eye when he answered, something Graves couldn’t help be jealous of.

“Now, there’s nothing to worry about. The effects will only last a few hours at the most. Merlin knows I don’t want to be stuck in a ten year old’s body forever. My creatures might not even recognise me like that, so I’ll have to-“

“Newt!” And, finally, yet another penny dropped in Graves’ mind, and he understood why his employee was looking outraged.

“Yes, Tina?” So innocent, Graves thought, and not only because the words were spoken with the voice of a ten year old.
Goldstein in the meanwhile seemed to be experiencing a mixture of horror and sadness.

“Newt, are you- if you want to talk about it-“

“Talk about what?” Since Goldstein didn’t seem to plan on filling the silence that occurred after Newt’s question anytime soon, Graves stepped in.

“About how you – so young.”

“Oh.”

“I’m probably not the best kind of person for this, but I’m sure Goldst- Tina would. If. If this is something you would like to tell somebody.” Newt, if possible, seemed even more confused.

“I can tell you right now, if you want to. Mind you, it’s not exactly the best small talk subject, but – well, he was a friend of my dad’s, you see, and one summer he let me stay at his place for the night while my parents were away. It was more of a favour to my dad than anything else – when I was little people weren’t exactly a-asking to have me around, you know. Not that they, not that they do that now, but, well, anyway, so he allowed me to sleep over, and it was just natural for me to, to repay him in some way. I wasn’t an easy child, you see.” Newt’s voice slowly drifted off. Graves realised that while the other wizard had been speaking, all of them had changed back. Brookes’ spell had not been that potent after all.

The magizoologist didn’t make eye contact when he was finished, but then, nothing new there.

“Did he – do it again?” Graves found it impressive that his employee was still able to speak. He himself felt such an incredible rage burning inside him that he felt he couldn’t possible trust his voice.
Newt ducked his head slightly at the question.

“Only – only once. Then, I mean, Theseus, that’s my brother, he found out about it and wasn’t, ah, thrilled. He’s always overreacting though. Once in my first year he punched somebody just because they had pushed me down the stairs.”

“Right” Goldstein said quietly. She studied Newt for a few more seconds before visibly composing herself, having made a silent decision. She got up, the shackles long since disappeared, and pulled Newt up from the floor, too, before holding out her arm, readying herself for a side-by-side-apparation. Newt hesitated.

“Where are we going?”

“My place. I think we both deserve some hot cocoa after today’s events.” The magizoologist considerably brightened up at that, this time taking her arm without giving it much thought. Goldstein didn’t look at Graves as she disapparated.

The latter stayed at the floor for a couple minutes more, trying to make sense of Newt Scamander. Trying to combine the image of the abused, bullied ten year old boy with the shy yet mostly cheerful twenty-something year old man. Trying to make a decision about what to do to the man who had dared lay a finger on a child. A child that just so happened to later grow into one of the most extraordinary men Graves had ever met.

The decision was made easier that evening when Graves was back in his office and Goldstein came in without knocking.

“His name is Roderick Marsh and he’s still living in England.”

“It’s good to see that your sister is not abusing her power for her own interests” Graves replied, simply because he was Goldstein’s boss after all. The much bigger part of him, however, focused on the 237 things he would have liked to do to that man. He had made a list.
Goldstein merely raised her eyebrows.

“You will do something about him?”

“Go home” he said. Everybody else would have taken it as a rejection. Goldstein understood it for what
it was. She lingered for another second, then said “thank you” and walked out.

He would take another day or so to decide, Graves thought then. There was no rush, and Marsh could wait a bit more. Until then, he would concentrate on erasing the scars another man had imprinted on Newt’s soul, even if Newt was oblivious to them.

Maybe, if Newt would let him, he could even give him the love he deserved.

AHHHHH!!!!! TWO FILLS!!!! HECK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love the use of Graves' POV, and the idea of him extracting revenge and ahhh! I like the hint of Graves/Newt at the end too. And the way that Newt sort of acted so calm compared to everyone else like just ahhh. I also love the idea of Tina cooking by hand and just yup nope this fill is good and just yea no I like this

I should probably write more than this, because this story deserves it, but all I can think of right now is: I absolutely adore your version of Graves. <3

Please accept the second part of my humble offering. Also, to the other fill, thanks for posting it!! I loved reading it <3

A tense silence falls as every pair of eyes in the room stare at Newt’s tiny form.

“Oh! I was wondering if the de-aging spell affected anyone else.” Newt looks warily around the room, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes. “…Is…everything alright?” He asks hesitantly.

The room is entirely silent, with every pair of eyes on Newt. Queenie knew better though, under the turmoil of her own emotions sorrow shock anger who hurt him, she vaguely registers similar lines of thought echoed by the people in the room.

Oh no no no not Newt –

How dare they who TOUCHED him I’m going to kill –

Queenie glances at her sister, sharing a look of distress at the situation before her gaze inevitably turns back to Newt.

“Mr. Scamander,” Graves breaks the silence, face utterly devoid of emotion, “Healer Evergreen is here to look everyone over for any side effects.” He pauses for moment, and then continues, eyes softening ever so slightly, “If you could come over and allow her to run some diagnostics on you, please.”

Newt risks a quick glance at the Director before looking back down and nodding. He shuffles over in his too large clothing to where the Healer is now standing, face pinched now in effort to control her emotions.

While the Healer busies herself with checking over Newt, Graves motions Tina to step out of the office with him. Probably to discuss the implications of Newt appearing so young..oh poor Newt. Queenie thinks to herself. She moves closer to where Jacob is standing, blinking back tears. Crying isn’t going to help Newt right now, I’ll only make him worry.

“He’s my friend.” Jacob says quietly when Queenie reaches his side. “If what that doc said, that healer I mean. If what she said was true, then someone, when he was young – “

He was just a kid – my friend – who the fucking hell would hurt a kid what kind of sick fuck

“When he was young, someone hurt him…”

Oh god he was just a kid just a fucking kid oh god Newt someone raped Newt when he was a fucking child.

An uncharacteristically cold look flashes across Jacob’s face, and Queenie sees flashes of him buying a gun and pointing it to someone’s head –

She gently reaches for Jacob’s hand, and when Jacob looks up, the cold (murderous, her mind whispers) look dissipates and a look of guilt appears instead.

“It’s alright honey.” Queenie says gently, hands firming against Jacob’s. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll make sure Newt is okay, he has us now.”

They look up towards the door as Tina and Graves re-enter the room. Graves’ thoughts and emotions are locked tight behind occlumency shields, but there have never been secrets between the Goldstein sisters. Queenie knows that they’ve decided to withhold the true effect of the spell for now, and wait until they’re all back to their original forms before confronting Newt about his past.

“Is everything alright?” Newt echoes his previous question, “The healer said we’re all clear of side effects and the spell will fade after 24 hours.” He frowns a little at this, “It is quite strange though, how there doesn’t seem to be any consistency in how the spell is effecting all of us.”

Graves’ shoots both the Healer and Jacob a warning glare when it seemed like they were about to open their mouths and explain the truth horriblehorribletruth of the spell, and spares a quick glance at Queenie, confirming from her slight nod that she picked up from Tina the course of action they’ve decided.

“Healer Evergreen, dismissed. I’m sure I don’t need to state the need for discretion on this.” Graves gives the healer a cool look as she departs.

“Our spell researchers are looking into this Mr. Scamander. In the meantime, I’ve discussed with Auror Goldstein and it would be best if the four of you stayed together at the Goldstein residence tonight, in case any further accidents occur.” Graves’ says while waving briefly in Newt’s direction, shrinking his clothes to fit his now much smaller frame. Newt sends a small smile in thanks towards Graves’ direction, face tilted slightly upwards now, given the sudden difference in height, eyes leveled somewhere just below Graves’ shoulder.

“Let’s head back, it’s really getting late now.” Tina states, voice pitched slightly higher now in her sixteen year old body. Her gaze rests on Newt and a heartbroken expression crosses her face briefly before it’s replace by determination. “Come on, let’s go home.”

holy fuck author- this is so incredible. so excited for this- you're so very good!

Thank you!

And I just realized I gave no explanation why Graves is ok with Jacob's presence at MACUSA...hand-wavey special permission granted to him or something, let's go with that.

other filler here, i just want to say once more how much i enjoy this ! I really hope you'll continue soon!!

Yay part two!

Oh my goodness! Both of these fills are absolutely fantastic! Please, please tell me that one or (preferably ^_^) both of you dear anons are going to add to your stories?

You've both done excellently!

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