Prompt Post #1

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 ROUND 1

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Graves/Newt, crying

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Newt cries and Graves has no idea how to handle it. They can be in an established relationship or not but I just think the idea of Graves panicking the fuck out is hilarious

Minifill: Soothing Newt (Graves and Newt)

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Newt had run on ahead. That worried Graves, but he knew that he couldn’t let it distract him in the middle of a duel. He shot another hex at the gang of smugglers who had been transporting magical creatures across the continent. The magizoologist was here to help with the creatures, but he was meant to be staying back.

He flicked his wand again, stupefying the last of the men, and let the rest of his aurors handle it. He had to go and make sure Newt hadn’t got himself eaten by a dragon or something equally stupid. Every time he let Newt out of sight, he waited for some kind of disaster to start, and was rarely disappointed.

He tried to walk slowly. He wasn’t going to run, not for Newt.

He heard a sob, and then he broke out into a sprint, freezing when he saw Newt in the doorway. There were a number of cages around him, which he had opened, and he was cradling a number of things to him. There was a wizard with a wand pointed at Newt. Newt hadn’t noticed, so Graves stupifed him and then threw him out into the hallway, walking over towards Newt.

“Hey…” He murmured. “Newt?”

Newt sobbed, and burrowed his face into the fur that was in front of him, making soft whimpering sounds. Graves hesitantly reached out, patting him awkwardly.
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”
“He hurt.. he hurt them…” Newt explained, holding up a handful of small snakes – Occamy, that was it. They were missing some scales. “He was harvesting…he was harvesting them….” And there was a bowtruckle with what looked like burn marks, a fwooper with missing feathers, and a suspicious bulge in Newt’s shirt.

“What you got there?”
“Niffler.” Newt mumbled, crossing his arms over the creature and rocking backwards and forwards slowly. “He… he…” He sobbed, and Graves looked around, wishing there was another auror. Where was Tina when he needed her, she could deal with tears. But no, the others were still busy with tidying up.

“Let me have a look…” He demanded, then frowned as the creature was held up. It cowered from him, trying to return to Newt’s arm. There was a deep cut across its stomach – to retrieve something it had pilfered he supposed. He ran his hands over the beast, healing the worst of its wounds, and Newt sobbed again, clutching the Niffler tight in one hand and Graves in the other.

Awkwardly, Graves patted Newt on the head and tried to shush him. Tina would arrive soon. The creatures would be fine. He just needed Newt to calm down.