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[newton-af-scamander]

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Its easy to sneak up on Newt, the young teacher is so caught up in grading papers he doesn’t even notice Percival come in the door. He walks into the living room they share, where his boyfriend is curled up on the couch, papers strewn about. 

Percival takes a moment and leans against the entryway, just watching Newt. The redhead is reading over a student paper, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He’s shewing on the cap of his pen while occasionally making marks on the paper or writing notes in the margin. He’s wearing one of his over-sized knit sweaters that Percival loves so much, a soft blue one today. He’s got his knees tucked up to his chest, papers resting on his knees. His socked feet covered with colorful mismatching socks. 

Percival smiles and pushes off the wall, walking up behind Newt and leaning down, wrapping his arms around Newt who startles, pen cap dropping from his mouth, falling down and wedging itself between the arm and cushion.

“Percy,” Newt turns his head, straining to see him. Percival nuzzles the side of his face, kissing him on the cheek. Newt smiles, a sight that never fails to warm Percival.

“I’m home,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of holding Newt, of how warm and cozy he is. He’s already relaxing, knowing he’s home with the man he loves, where he can let all the stresses of the outside world go.

“So I see,” Newt responds, tone fond, amused. Newt shuffles around, jostling Percival in turn. He hears Newt set the papers aside and the a hand is in his hair, drawing a contented sigh. Newt settles back further in the chair, fingers running through Percival’s hair.

He enjoys the feeling for a few moments, the tender strokes that cause his neck to break out in goose flesh. He sighs contentedly and kisses the side of Newt’s neck softly. 

He pulls away after much internal struggle, a twinge in his lower back finally making it so he has the will to pull away. He straightens up, keeping his hands on Newt’s shoulders. Newt tips his head back to look at him, resting it on the back of the cushy arm chair. His redheaded beauty smiles up at him. 

“How was work?”

Percival shrugs. “Slow, not much is going on. We are waiting for the police report for the Barebone’s case, and Tina is taking lead on it so I just wrapped up some paperwork today. Dull stuff.”

Newt reaches up and tangles his fingers with one of the hands resting on his shoulder. “How is Tina doing?”

Percival gives his fingers a squeeze before he pulls away, walking back towards the adjoined kitchen. “She wants to see you, she wont leave me alone about it. You should arrange to have lunch or something.”

Percival pulls the fridge open, pulling out things he will need for dinner. 

“Ill ask her is she can have lunch with me then, perhaps on Friday.” 

Percival goes about preparing dinner, heating up the oven and chopping up the peppers and onions. He sets some water to boil in one pan while he combines the vegetables with some tomato sauce in another. He adds some seasoning and stirs until it starts to simmer. He reduces the heat to low and covers it. 

“How is Jacob doing? His bakery opens next week right?” Percival inquires as he dumps noodles into the now boiling water. He adjusts the temperature lower and stirs those as well, pulling out a ceramic dish and setting it aside.

There is no answer so Percival peeks his head around the corner, and Newt is once again absorbed in grading. Percival just shoots him a smile and goes back to making dinner, content to work in silence while Newt finishes his work. 

Once the noddles are finished he spreads them evenly along the bottom of the pan and pours the tomato sauce and vegetables over that. He throws a thin layer of mozzarella on top of that and slips it into the oven. He sets a timer for forty minutes.

He cleans up any leftover mess from prep and then pads into the living room, grabbing a book from the shelf and laying down across the couch. together they sit in silence, completely at ease. Percival doesn’t think he could be any happier than here at home with Newt.

[funkzpiel]

Remember when you mention an Alice in Wonderland AU to me a little while ago? Well, now I can't get rid of the mental image of Newt as the Cheshire Cat (he tends to vanish when no one's looking), Original Percival Graves as Alice ('I don't want to go among mad people!') and Grindelwald as the Queen of Hearts ('OFF WITH HER HEAD!').

YES. Oh my god, the idea of Percival as Alice is so adorable to me, because he’d be the grumpiest Alice ever, oh my God. 

“That,” Newt says, pointing at a tiny spot on the wall, “Is the door you’re looking forward.”

Graves just blinks at the strange cat-man incredulously before walking over to the spot on the wall and bending over at his waist, hands on knees, to peer at the miniature door that was indeed embedded in the wall. He blinked, once, because what the fuck, before straightening quite regally and waving one hand at the door - presenting it to Newt.

“It’s a bit small, don’t you think?”

“No,” Newt says, “You’re just a bit too big.”

Something flashes merrily in Newt’s cat-slitted eye, and suddenly the world around them is growing - up, up, up. There’s a brief moment where Graves thinks finally, he’s doing something useful with his strange magic and making the door the right size, only…why isn’t just the door getting bigger?

It’s around the point when the table top suddenly raises above his head and not Newt’s that he realizes what’s happening. 

He’s shrinking. Rapidly. 

Shrinking until the door is the perfect size and he himself no bigger than a mouse. 

“Newt!” Graves shouts, “What the fuck?!” 

“Now you’re the perfect size!” Newt says cheerfully as he comes to kneel beside Graves, eclipsing the tiny man in his shadow. “Perfect for that door. Perfect for play.”

It’s only then that Graves notices that Newt’s pupils have expanded drastically, huge wide balls in his eyes that drown out his hazel until there’s nothing left but a sliver of color. Were it not for his aunt’s cats, he wouldn’t understand what that meant.

But he did.

“No, Newt,” he says sternly, hoping against hope he didn’t sound half as squeaky as he thought he did. Above him, Newt pouted fiercely - only for that pout to slowly slide back up into a smile.

“All work and no play makes Percival Graves a dull boy,” Newt grins, and then he’s disappearing in a fit of strangely purple stripes again and vanished. Graves twisted this way and that, certain the strange cat-man wasn’t gone, heart pounding furiously.

“This isn’t funny, Newt!”

“Funny is just a matter of perspective,” Newt says, only it’s a whisper in his ear, and suddenly there’s hands wrapping around his waist from behind - the same size as his own - and lips at the nape of his throat. Then teeth.

Newt bites him and he yelps.

“Newt!”

He struggles to free himself, but Newt just licks a hot, apologetic path across the impression of teeth in Graves’ skin and kisses his shoulder.

“I’ll play nice,” Newt begs between kisses. “I promise. You owe me, anyhow, for the door.”

“You shrunk me!” Graves exclaims, fighting to stop the hands slowly reaching for his waist band. Slapping at the tail curling strangely tight around his thigh. 

“Semantics,” Newt purrs. “Plus, it’s not often we get a human in Wonderland. I’m afraid you’re an opportunity I just can’t resist.”

[rospeaks]

A prompt, if you care to fill it ❤️ ~ “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Telephones were such an ingenious little invention by No-Majs. Many wizards mocked it of course, thinking very highly of their owl post, and in this respect, Percival hadn’t been much different. But he was grateful for it now and for the fact that Newt was the kind of wizard who thought telephones interesting. 

It meant that Percival didn’t have to wait to hear Newt’s voice when his heat hit unexpectedly and all at once. No pre-heat symptoms this time – oh no. His body had apparently gotten rather accustomed to having Newt there every day without fail, and worse still, it knew that Newt was his alpha, ready and able to fulfill its every need.

Percival thought he’d been doing so well, denying himself. Now it looked as if their departure would have to wait until afterward.

“I’m sorry,” Percival said, groaning as he sagged into the floor of the phone booth outside the Woolworth Building. It was as far as he’d managed to get before he noticed nearby alpha’s swiveling around to look at him. “It’s early. I’m sorry. I need–”

Newt made a soft soothing noise on the other end of the line. “Stay there,” he said. “I’m heading out the door now. I’m coming to get you.”

It took a few moments for Percival to realize that Newt had hung up. And then a few moments after that for him to realize that there was someone rapping their knuckles on the booth’s window. It was Newt, looking worried right up until Percival opened the door and started kissing him.

“You came,” Percival sighed, kissing Newt again and again as he pressed up against Newt’s front. 

“Of course I did,” Newt said between those quick kisses. He threaded his fingers through Percival’s hair and guided them into a kiss that was more lingering. Percival settled slowly, eased there by the weight of Newt’s hand on his neck. “You’re my omega, aren’t you?”

“Mercy, I love you,” Percival breathed. “Take me home.”

Newt laughed softly and hugged Percival in tightly. “Hold on,” he said. “How does right into the bedroom sound?”

“Perfect,” he said, clutching his fingers in Newt’s clothing as they apparated away.

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[newton-af-scamander]

gramander, obviously

cause i write only about those two haha

Im also drunk, and bored af. S im pulling something from my idea page and im going to roll with it for now. 

Newt is the last surviving member of the Scamander family. He useshis parents vast fortune to purchase animals in black market deals and auctions. Its not legal at all, but the trade of animals is illegal. He buys them so that he can nurse them back to health, study them for his book, and then release them back into thier natural habitats. He just has a fuck ton of money, and thats all he wants to do.

So he goes to New York to participate in this auction involving what rumors tell him is a thunderbird. But when he arrives in New York he is arrested because he uses magic in front of Jacob nd all that. Then Percival (The real one, grindelwald didnt take overhis body in this one) get wind they have scamander in custody and Graves knows hes involved in that and they talk, and he offers scamander a deal. He will let Newt go and his creatures no charge, if he gets him into the auction. So newt agrees, and they end up working together. There will be lots of UST and also they like to head butt on things, because Percy is like RULES and Newt is like, MORALITY and Percival agrees that the animals need help, and he knows that the laws are lacking when it comes to creatures, but they are still rules, how many do you want me to bend for you because this is like against what i know dammit newt i think i love you. Hes so fiery and passionate about his creatures. 

and then LOVE obv. Im going to go to bed now probably.