#dragon newt

[not-a-newt]

Giving Alistair a beef bone as a gift to goon on him, but he unironically loves it and it gives you a +5 to his affinity

[johtodoll]

Doing a one color one character challenge

[mastertortilla27mod]

She made that card herself

[silverynight]

What do you think about dragon newt, who can transform into a big red dragon or stay in his human form? How would the nrh react to him?

Theseus already knows about it and he tries to persuade Newt not to turn himself into a dragon, because he doesn't want his little brother to draw the attention of poachers. But how could Newt waste the opportunity to fly alongside his babies or communicate with other dragons?

Albus figures it out on his own, because he likes to keep an eye on Newt (the man he currently has a crush on) and the magizoologist is certainly not really careful when he decides to transform himself.

Things get a lot more complicated when he ends up in New York and in his desperation to save Credence he turns into a dragon which impresses the Director of Magical Security (let's say he didn't get kidnapped in this au) but, unfortunately, it also impresses certain dark lord who has been trying to get his hands on an obscurus for a while now, but now wants to get his hands on the cute magizoologist.

In a very different kind of way though.

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[konami25]

working on a new DnD oc name: lo-hola. this is the initial design i scribbled on a pizza box. i rendered her a bit more in sai today, making sure to utelize a reference. she is still in concept phase though i want to make her CUTE not SEXY. lo-hola is supposed to be a special kind of dragon newt. a wingless dragon subspecies is her father and a lizard, woman is her mom. in keeping with the mythos she doesnt have boobs. she only wears a top because villagers are real sensitive about that king of thing. 

[funkzpiel]

May I please request darkcreature!gramander fluff? With the two of them as dark creatures, but still so very much happy and in love with one another?

[a/n] @hamelin-born of course! I’d be happy to! Sorry this sat in my inbox so long. It was super fun to write though (I admit, fluff is not my strong suit. I’m not super practiced at it… but I hope this suffices!). Besides, it’s about time I give the boys some comfort and fluff. Maybe I should make it a thing. 1 fluff for every 5 fics of pain. XD Hope you enjoy!

There were many sides of Gravesthat Newt loved. He loved the director that could back him into a corner, alllong lines and powerful edges, and simply devour him with hot breath and evenhotter lips. He loved the man that woke up earlier despite going to bed late,just to help Newt with his chores around the enclosures of his case. He lovedthe friend that made sure to walk Queenie home after an unexpectedly late nightat the office. He loved the sympathetic human being that decided to turn ablind eye to a certain kind no-maj and his bakery when he realized just wherethose creature-inspired pastries Newt loved so much were coming from. He lovedthe way he doted on the Niffler when he thought Newt wasn’t looking, or how heseemed particularly in awe of the powerful grace of the Nundu despite theirdangerous (and very illegal) presence.

He loved him when he had Newt inhis arms, his lips at his shoulder whispering kind words into his freckled skin.He loved him when he woke up trembling and he loved him when he lost himselfbeneath Newt’s touch and he loved him when he tried to hide the fact that heused reading glasses because he thought it made him old.

There were many sides of Gravesthat Newt loved. But this one… Gravescurled up on the couch – hair mussed and sleepy eyed and clad in an old andbattered Ilvermorny sweater – dozing sweetly with the faintest snore… This wasone of his favorites.

Newt came to stand beside thecouch and delicately set the bowl of oil he had been carrying down on the sidetable before leaning down to gently check Graves’ temperature by pressing hisforehead up against the other man’s brow. Warm, still feverish from the change.Newt nodded, expecting no less, before gently taking the paperwork from Graves’slack grip and gently setting it aside as well.

“M’not done with that,” Gravesmumbled, one eye cracked open to watch Newt with a frown – but he made no moveto stop him. Newt smiled.

“It’ll still be here for youlater,” he said simply, before turning back to the director and gently brushinga sweaty lock of hair from his brow. Even narrow as they were, he could stillsee amber peeking out inside the dark depths of Graves’ brown eyes. “How are wefeeling?”

“Told you m’fine,” Graves grousedeven as he sunk a little more into the baggy comfort of his sweater, his jawtipping instinctively into the callused curve of Newt’s hand as he brought itdown to cup his face. “I need to get used to this.”

Newt sighed, amused and a littleimpatient.

“You can’t just will this away,Percival,” he said as he took one of Graves’ trembling hands into his own andwilled heat into his fingers – easing the tremor from the director’s bones. “Whatyou really need to get used to is taking care of yourself.”

Graves scowled even as a deep,contented purr blossomed in his chest from Newt’s administrations.

“I don’t have time to take offafter every full moon, Newt,” he said.

“One day a month wouldn’t killyou,” Newt pressed as he eased his thumbs into the aching flesh between thetendons of Graves’ hand and moved up to start rubbing away the ache in the man’swrist – slightly swollen from the transformation earlier that morning. “If youdon’t listen to your body, it’ll make you listen. The last thing you or yourteam needs is their director passing out in the middle of MACUSA because you pushedyourself too hard.”

Graves looked away at that, moreawake now than he had been – a cute little wrinkle between his brows fromfrowning. Newt apologetically kissed his hand at the sight of his troubledlook. Graves wasn’t used to having to take it easy. Before Grindelwald, hispower had been uncontested. His body had been strong, his magic even stronger. Accordingto Tina, the man never got sick. His work had been his life. Sometimes he evenslept in his office. He had never needed to slow down before. To rest.

And like many things, Grindelwaldrobbed him of that too.

Newt hadn’t believed it at first.He had never heard of a man becoming a werewolf without having been bitten byone. But sure enough, when they found Graves he was half mad from starvationand captivity and the pain of his oncoming transformation. And there hadn’teven been so much as a scar to suggest the man had ever been bitten. Graves hadtried to warn them, though. He howled at them to close the door – to leave. Theaurors just thought him crazed and panicked. They didn’t listen. They advancedon him with soothing whispers and eager hands, and all the while Newt couldn’thelp but feel like something was wrong as he watched Graves press himself asfar into the corner as he could – small and terribly thin and trembling. Eyeson the window. Afraid.

Afraid of himself.

They thought he was afraid ofGrindelwald returning. Newt didn’t notice that it was the rising moon the manwas watching until it was too late. Thankfully, Graves couldn’t rememberanything after the transformation. Newt was grateful for that every day.

“Newt?” Graves asked, breakingthe magizoologist from his thoughts. “Are you alright?”

Newt blinked, pinned beneath theworried warmth of Graves’ gaze – still glowing ever so faintly from his night asa wolf. And when Newt didn’t answer right away, Graves gently pulled his handaway and for the first time, Newt saw the man nervously avert his eyes.

“You don’t have to keep doingthis. I know you’re busy,” Graves said softly, and Newt flinched when hefinally recognized the man’s body language for what it was – shame. “I can take care of myself.”

Newt wasn’t sure what the man wasexpecting. But it obviously wasn’t the scoffing snort Newt let out at the man’sstatement. Graves whirled to look at him with wide eyes as Newt took advantageof his shock to grab at the waistline of the man’s pants and ease them down hislong legs, past his swollen and aching knees, until finally they were off theman altogether.

“If that were true, these,” Newt said, hot hands on thedirector’s knee caps, “Wouldn’t be so swollen. And I wouldn’t have had to arguewith you to get you to stay home for once in your life.”

Graves scowled and opened hismouth to argue, but Newt quickly lifted himself up to silence the man with achaste kiss before leaning back – smiling.

“I know you can take care ofyourself,” he said, eyes crinkled at the edges as he made sure to rememberevery line that made up the soft, shocked expression on Graves’ normallycontrolled and stoic face. “That doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”

Without another word, Newt dippedhis hands into the minty oil he had brought for Graves and shuffled down tokneel by the man’s legs. Gently, he eased them straight – lips soft andapologetic against the man’s shin when the cartilage in his knee poppedangrily. Newt didn’t miss the way the director flinched or how he was bitingthe inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.

“Ssh,” he said, eyes looking upthe long line of Graves’ body to meet his feverish gaze. “I’ve got you.”

He willed the skin of his handshotter as pressed his thumbs around the swollen edges of Graves’ right knee. Heknew what it must feel like. Minty coolness and warm flesh and deliciouspressure as he rubbed away knots and untangled the muscles that had beenaggravated from the change. He rubbed until Graves’ bitten off groans turnedinto soft little huffs of pleasure beneath his breath. He kneaded the flesh, workinghis palms from the back of the man’s knee down into the meat of his calve, until Graves’ body had sunken into the couch – head back. He moved to the other legonce the man’s eyes slipped closed, Graves’ hands trembling for a completelydifferent reason.

And all the while, Newt smiled.He drank in the sight of this Graves;the normally fierce and powerful director turned puddle on the couch. Thestrong lines of his face soft with pleasure and his body slackbeneath Newt’s touch. Messy hair and inelegant clothing and glistening skin. Hecherished every second of easing the baggy, battered sweater up the hard planesof the man’s stomach. He kissed and worshiped every inch of pale skin thejourney exposed and loved the way Graves grumbled sleepily as Newt guided theovergrown sweater over the man’s head. He memorized the feel of the man’s firmbody beneath his hands as he rubbed away the weariness of the werewolf’s shoulders andthe tautness in his back. He didn’t stop until Graves was well and trulylost to the world, half asleep and blissed out from the magizoologist’sattentions.

And when Newt was finally contentwith the quality of his work, he simply eased Graves’ upper body up so that hecould slide his lap beneath the man and join him on the couch. Newt smiled aslong, powerful arms threaded themselves around his waist so that Graves mightpress his nose into the redhead’s stomach – his ribs rumbling heavily against Newt’sthigh beneath the weight of his contented purrs. Yes. This was one of his favoritesides of Percival Graves; the side he never showed the world.

“What an odd pair we must make,”Graves mumbled sleepily into Newt’s belly. “A werewolf in the lap of a dragon.”

Newt smiled down at him andbrushed the director’s dark hair back from his brow even as he willed his body hotter, eagerto soothe Graves’ aches.

“I think the word you’re lookingfor is ‘perfect’.”

[not-a-newt]

Why THE FUCK didn't anyone tell me that you get a puppy in dao ?? I would have played this years ago!!

[not-a-newt]

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