#gravelypercival

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The woman behind him noticed Graves’s legs.

She wants in.

[pinkneverlookedbetter-blog]

@gravelypercival There wasn't a day that passed without Queenie trying to bring a little more light into the life of Percival Graves. It had become a habit of hers to bake cookies in the evening and leave them on his desk the following day. The blonde was sure he didn't know where it came from. After all they didn't really interact. Graves was Tina's issue not Queenies. But that didn't mean that she didn't notice the dark look on the mans face. Sometimes an additional gift would accompany the cookies. A new scarf - usually after an exhausting mission (which of course Queenie knew everything about thanks to her sister)-, a cannister filled with hot cocoa -this usually happened during the winter days-, ... Just simple little things that popped into her mind. But today was a different day. Of course she had left the cookies on his desk in the morning but she had also been asked to bring drinks to the meeting room and to be a scribe of the meeting. Normally Queenie wasn't allowed in such a meeting but she was the only ministery employee who had free time on her hands. Her plan was already completely worked out. As she sat beneath Seraphina softly penning down everything that was said, her mind focused on the tray of drinks that hovered around. She had counted everything perfectly and normally the tray should only hold one cup of tea as it reached Percival. But this was not an ordinary cup of tea. Before the meeting Queenie had royally poured an amount of giggle water into it. As the tray neared Graves the blonde bit her lip wondering how he would react. Would he finally realise it was her doing it? Probably not as he did not pay much attantion to her.

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Btw guys MASSIVE SHOUT OUT TO @gravelypercival for making me a theme  and background and everything because I was feeling a bit behind-the-trends.

It means a lot to me and it looks amazing

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gravelypercival replied to your post: mummyshere replied to your post: ...

hit that busted out my cackle and now i cant stop

i see you’ve played knifey spoony before

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@gravelypercival| continued from here

He’d spoken the words before he could stop them,  the connection he felt he had with the man, it  wasn’t real. None of it had been real. Credence  had never met the man standing before him,  and he can’t help but wonder if his hands would  feel the same cupping his face.            “I know   I know. I just....            I’m sorry.”  He just didn’t want to be alone. 

[fcntcsticmuses]

“You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.”

Newt looked up from where he was perched on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He had moved there about fifteen minutes ago, when he woke up from one of said weird dreams. He shrugged, looking down at the floor. “S-sadly, knowing why something happens doesn’t always stop it, so I think I’ll stay awake for now.” At least until the fever went away a bit. It was hard enough falling asleep with such a high fever, but staying asleep with one was much harder when dreams seemed like they were drug-induced. The drugs might have actually been preferable, if they at least got rid of the horrible sweating that this fever was causing

[fcntcsticmuses]

“Who did this?”

“Huh?” Newt knew exactly what he was talking about - after all, it was hard to ignore the throbbing around his eye. But he took the moment of playing dumb to come up with a quick lie about why it was there. “Oh, right. It was one of my creatures. I was with one of the Graphorns, and she accidentally headbutted me.” Total lie, but he didn’t need to know the real reason. Newt would keep that to himself for now. It was only a black eye, after all. So he looked back down at the newspaper he held in his hand, if only for something to keep from looking him in the eye