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Fontaine doesn’t know what to do, he has never seen Newt crying before, at least not like that. Weiss walks towards him, slowly, almost as if she’s afraid of upsetting him more.

“They’re dead…” He sobs, making Weiss stop. “I couldn’t save them.”

He’s talking about the baby wampus; when they arrived it was already too late for the most injured ones, but one of them managed to survive, thanks to Newt.

Newt looked okay… at least at first, he had taken care of the wampus and taken him inside the case. But once they were back in Graves’ office he collapsed.

Now, even though they want to comfort him, the priority is to take him out of there before their boss arrives.

“Newt…” Lopez is trying to help Weiss, but when he touches the magizoologist’s shoulder Newt starts to shake again.

But of course, because they’re not lucky at all, Mr. Graves storms in the office and he stops cold the moment he sees Newt, sobbing, face buried in his hands.

Graves takes a step closer and Fontaine immediately gets in his way, surprising everyone for his bravery.

“Boss, we can take Scamander–”

“Move,” just one word it’s enough to make Fontaine, Weiss and Lopez walk away.

Everyone holds their breath, waiting for Graves to start yelling at poor Newt when, to everyone’s shock, the Director of Magical Security takes the magizoologist in his arms and pulls him close to his chest.

Newt looks back at him, Graves smiles kindly (kindly! Neither of the aurors knew he was capable of such a tender gesture) and starts wiping off the tears on Newt’s cheeks.

“I couldn’t save them, Mr. Graves.”

“It wasn’t your fault and you know it,” he keeps caressing Newt’s soft cheeks with his thumbs and leads him to the couch. “Now, tell me how is the other one. Have you named him yet?”

That does the trick; Newt starts to look better, he even smiles and curls up next to Graves on the couch. And Percival Graves lets him.

“Damian,” Newt says while Graves kisses one of his hands, making him blush.

“It suits him,” Graves chuckles. And then narrowing his eyes at the others he says: “I believe you have work to do.”

They all stumble out of the office and as soon as the door is closed behind them, Kenneth says in shock: “I think boss is in love.”

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Percival doesn’t really know how to deal with emotions; most of the time he turns everything into anger, especially his concern. And when he saw Newt all alone in front of that angry Zouwu, Percival almost had a heart attack. Because, despite that he’s not supposed to care about his employees like that, he has fallen in love with Newt Scamander like an idiot.

And because he’s an idiot he doesn’t know how to show he cares. So, instead of getting closer to Newt by talking sweetly about what happened, Percival yells at him.

He yells and makes Newt cry and he has never felt so awful in his life like at that moment.

And Newt’s still crying and Percival doesn’t know what to do. Now that he’s calmed down, Newt’s tears and sobs are making his heart ache.

“Newt?” He doesn’t even blame auror Goldstein for the way she glares at him. Although he doesn’t like at all when she tries to shield Newt from him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Graves… I won’t… I’ll try to be less like myself next time.”

He has screwed up.

“I didn’t mean that, Newt,” he says, taking a step closer. “Please, forgive me. I was just worried about you.”

Newt stops sobbing, but he looks like he’s still scared of him. Percival hates that. Then, he looks at the other aurors, at Seraphina and knows he has enough audience to humiliate himself, but he doesn’t care.

“It’s not an excuse, I know. And I’ll keep apologizing until I earn your forgiveness, but listen… I yelled at you because I don’t know how to… do feelings and I was worried because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to lose you.”

Silence, everyone is in shock except Queenie Goldstein and Seraphina Picquery, the last one looks even proud of him.

Auror Goldstein finally steps aside and Percival watches almost fascinated as Newt blushes to the tip of his ears.

“In love with… me?”

“Completely besotted would be also a very accurate description,” he adds, making Newt chuckle. “Would you allow me to make it up to you by taking you out to dinner?”

After a couple of seconds, Newt nods and Percival decides to take a risk and pull him into his arms; he kisses Newt’s tears away, apologizing over and over until he manages to make Newt giggle.

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Newt never mentions anything to anyone because he seriously thinks Ferguson will get tired of him eventually. He has told him so many times he’s not interested that he must’ve understood by now, right?

No, he doesn’t. Next time Newt sees him he makes the mistake of staying behind after a meeting, trying to put his papers back in the case; he doesn’t notice Ferguson waiting for him and when he does it’s too late.

Because Newt gets shoved against a wall… And Ferguson is all over him, trying to get his hands under Newt’s pants despite of the magizoologist’s protests.

Newt can push him away, he can use a spell against him… But he’s frozen, he’s shocked and scared and just wants those hands off his body that he doesn’t know how to protect himself.

“Please… stop,” but Ferguson doesn’t listen, he just keeps telling him how much he’s gonna like it and Newt’s dizzy, tearing up, until the wizard is shoved away.

“I knew there was a reason why I didn’t like the new one,” Weiss growls, pointing her wand at the man in front of her. Fontaine rushes inside the room followed by Tina who immediately approaches Newt.

“Are you okay?”

Newt nods, even though the tears don’t stop falling from his eyes. Lopez mentions something about talking to his boss and he storms away.

“This is none of your business,” Ferguson spits.

“Newt’s our friend and you were hurting him,” Fontaine snarls at the same time Percival Graves walks into the room. He looks at Newt and then at Ferguson and the anger in his eyes is almost palpable.

“He liked it. He wanted it.”

The growl that comes out of Graves throat is almost inhuman and Ferguson finally realizes the amount of problems he’s in.

Graves takes a step closer and just punches the man in the face so hard, he ends up completely unconscious on the floor.

“How do you feel, Newt?”

“Better, thank you,” the magizoologist’s lips quirk up a little bit.

“Can I touch you?”

Newt looks surprised at Graves, but nods. He doesn’t realize he needs a hug until the Director’s arms are around him.

His smile grows when he feels lips on his cheek and he giggles, feeling himself blushing.

“We’ll take this scum outside, Sir,” Lopez says, making Ferguson float out of the room while Weiss and the others following him.

“Let’s go get some of those pastries you like so much,” Graves says and Newt almost beams at him.

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Newt starts tearing up the moment he watches Percival kneeling in front of him, they’re not all tears of joy though.

“You’re just proposing to me because you’re afraid you’re not coming back!” Newt sobs covering his face with his hands because he doesn’t actually mean it, but he’s scared for Percival and Theseus too.

He feels arms around him, shaking because it hurts.

“I’m proposing to you because I love you, Newt. But yes, I am afraid being out there, regretting I didn’t ask you sooner.”

“To be fair he bought that engagement ring six months ago, little one.” Theseus cuts in and Newt looks over Percival’s shoulder at him. He looks tired and sad.

“Then why didn’t you ask before?”

“Because it was too soon and I was afraid you’d reject me,” Percival admits, voice broken.

“You’re an idiot Percy, you know that?” Newt says with a smile as he kisses him on the lips.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

He giggles, tears still falling down his cheeks as Percival tries to kiss them all away.

“You’re coming back,” he reaches out to take Theseus hand. “Both of you. You’re coming back to me.”

“Is that an order?” His brother smiles, but Newt can see how worried he is about him.

“Yes, it is.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” his fiancé says, because he’s an idiot.

“It doesn’t matter because it is temporary,” Newt almost growls at them.

“Please don’t come after us, Artemis.”

“I won’t,” he lies, because wether they like it or not, he’s going with them too.

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Percival enjoys walking around in the woods when he’s particularly stressed, it always helps him find a solution to a difficult case. He has never thought of the woods in any other way than a nice place to walk in.

Until he hears that beautiful voice. Just like that. He’s walking in the morning like he does any day, when he hears a man singing and Percival forgets about everything else. He keeps moving and walking and then running until he finds the owner of that voice.

He’s the most beautiful man Percival has ever seen; his curls are reddish with little white flowers woven into them, his skin seems to be covered in freckles and his eyes are so green…

“Oh! I’m sorry,” the man… But he’s not a man, is he? He’s a Veela. He just stops singing and glowing and that’s when Percival wakes up from his trance. “I heard you wizards are usually affected by our songs.”

It seems the Veela has stopped using his magic and yet Percival can’t tear his eyes away from him. He’s still so enthralling.

And then Percival notices the hippogriff and the Nundu, the last one is purring, lying on the ground next to the man.

“I’m Newt.”

Maybe he’s dreaming or maybe he’s not, although he actually… doesn’t care at all.

“Percival Graves.”

He comes back, of course he does. He also helps Newt to feed his creatures and sometimes he weaves all types of flowers into the Veela’s hair and listens to him babble for hours about his beloved creatures.

And Percival stops thinking about his looks and appreciates the beauty in the way he cares about all living things, in the way his eyes light up every time Percival walks into the woods because he’s happy to see him.

He’s beautiful because he snorts when he laughs so hard, he’s beautiful because he blushes and gets flustered every time Percival tells him how pretty he is.

But one morning Percival doesn’t see him and he panics when he sees Newt’s creatures distressed because their Mummy is not with them. And when Pickett tells him that someone took Newt, Percival is not only scared anymore: he’s livid.

He arrives at MACUSA ready to get his best aurors to start looking for Newt when one of them, an idiot one, informs him they have just captured a Veela.

An innocent Veela that hasn’t even tried to use his magic against them.

Percival wants to curse them all, instead he goes to the prison cells to get Newt out. He’s already sobbing, crying about his creatures and Percival holds him close to his chest, kissing his tears away, assuring him all his creatures are fine, but worried about Mummy.

Newt chuckles then and rubs the tip of his nose against Percival’s affectionately. The Director of Magical Security almost melts in front of his very much surprised aurors.

They apologize to the Veela, although Percival fires the idiot that came up with the idea in the first place.

“I love you, Newt,” he confesses the next day and the Veela leans forward to kiss him for the first time.

They get married three months after that in that same forest they met. And Percival buys a house close to the woods because he wants to live for the rest of his life with his Newt.

His beautiful Veela.

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It starts with his scarf, his Hufflepuff scarf disappears and Newt becomes really sad when he can’t find it. Because that scarf means all his good memories in Hogwarts, it means all the times he found an injured magical creature and wrapped it up in his scarf to take it back to the castle.

He doesn’t find it, but he doesn’t say anything to Percy either, because he knows he would start a hunt, he’d be so furious if he told him. And maybe it’s just an innocent prank and they will return his scarf, right?

But they don’t give it back. And Newt feels a little bit sad. At least until some weird messages about his freckles and his curls start to appear at his desk. But these are harmless so Newt decides to ignore them completely.

Then, when he’s about to head home, two of the new aurors start following him to the entrance, Newt begins to feel a little nervous and walks faster without realizing what he’s doing.

“Mr. Scamander!” One of them calls and Newt turns around just in time for something… someone to push him. And he falls down the stairs.

Fortunately he doesn’t fall all the way down because a powerful magic breaks his fall and he flies right into a pair of familiar arms. But Newt is still hurt and dizzy; tears start falling from his eyes as a burning sensation spreading over his right leg overwhelms him.

“It’s okay, my darling. Everything’s going to be fine,” Percival kisses his tears away and turns his head at the two aurors with fire in his eyes. Tina, Weiss, Lopez and Fontaine are pointing at them with their wands, looking so pissed. “Take them to the cells.”

The new aurors, or at least one of them tries to say something, but Percival cuts him off with a growl: “Trust me, you’re safer in there.”

They look at Newt then and their faces twist with regret in that moment.

“Should I take you to medical?”

“I rather have you patching me up. It’s not that serious,” Newt says, even though his leg still hurts… a lot.

Percival doesn’t seem to believe him, but at least he takes him to his office. He lays Newt down on the couch gently and kneels in front of him.

“I’m gonna kill them,” he snarls, rolling up Newt’s trousers to reveal skin covered in blood. Although the magizoologist is sure it’s quite less serious than it looks.

“Please don’t, I don’t want my husband in a prison cell, I want him at home with me,” Newt tries to smile, but he can’t help but grimace when Percival starts to clean up the wound. “Besides, they’re too young, I’m sure they didn’t know what–”

“They should’ve known better.” Percival insists, and Newt starts feeling his warm magic all over his leg, taking all the pain away.

“Thank you,” he smiles and blushes when Percival begins to press kisses all over his long leg. “Percy, stop!”

The Director smirks and instead of doing what his husband is telling him to do, he leans over to devour his lips. Newt smiles against his husband’s mouth and reminds himself that’s the reason why he prefers his husband to take care of him instead of going to medical.

***

They stay two days in a cell, because Newt begs the other aurors to release them. They look like they really regret it and they apologize to Newt, from a safe distance, because Percival doesn’t let them near his husband anymore, despite of Newt telling him he’s being ridiculous.

He also keeps him in his office the whole week; he spends most of his time kissing and bringing Newt tea and pastries despite of how many times Newt assures him he’s completely fine now.

“I should go back to my own office,” he insists, but Percival shuts him up with a kiss every time he says that. “I’m being a distraction.”

“I like when you’re being my personal distraction,” Percy grins, making Newt roll his eyes.

“You’re so silly sometimes, you know that?”

“Yes and you love it.”

“Yes, I do.”

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It’s good to be ignored; Newt feels great as he walks through the streets of New York and nobody stops him to try to touch him or to tell him they’re in love with him. It’s usually all about his looks and no one actually listens to him because they’re too focused on how his curls shine under the sun or how his eyes are just the most beautiful thing ever.

He’s tired of that. Instead of having people around just pretending to be interested in magical creatures to keep staring at him, he prefers Tina that tried to arrest him the first time he set foot in New York, he prefers Jacob that hit him with his own case when Newt tried to obliviate him and he definitely prefers Queenie who didn’t even look at him once the first time they met because she was too busy staring at Jacob.

It’s great to have a charm to hide his beauty. It makes him appreciate people more. The people that really care about him and even the ones that don’t.

Like Percival Graves, it’s clear the wizard doesn’t like him (he’s constantly narrowing his eyes at Newt) but he offers him to share his office because Newt is going to work for MACUSA and he doesn’t have one yet. He listens to Newt when there are magical creatures involved in his cases, because he knows Newt’s an expert and he respects him for that.

Then Percival starts to bring him tea and food and gets angry when he finds out Newt hasn’t eaten in all day and it’s honestly wonderful to get a real emotion from someone just for once, because people can’t get mad at him when the charm is off.

They talk and Newt loves to talk with that man because he knows he’s actually listening and not just pretending to; he sometimes asks about a creature he’s particularly interested in and Newt almost beams at him.

But one day, Percival makes him doubt; Newt is babbling about his creatures again, pacing around the room because he gets too excited sometimes and then he notices…

The Director has pushed his paperwork aside and is staring at him the same way all people do when there’s no spell on him. Percival is smiling, eyes glimmering with adoration and it makes Newt gasp.

“Percy?”

Percival blinks, clears his throat and grabs the reports next to him and starts “reading them” upside-down. His face has turned bright red.

Newt looks at closest mirror he has, but realizes to his confusion and relief that the charm is still hiding his natural beauty.

And yet Percival keeps staring at him like that, when he thinks Newt is not looking.

One day, tired of hiding away his true nature from his friends, he decides to tell them.

Newt’s nervous, although he knows it’s not going to change the way his friends look at him, but he’s been hiding his beauty for so long he’s afraid to show it again.

They’re in Percival’s living room (Newt has finally decided to accept his offer to move in with him) sitting on the couch while Newt’s standing in front of them, even Jacob is there, looking quite confused.

“I’m half-Veela and… I-I wanted to show you how I actually look like.” He takes a deep breath and lifts the spell on his face, not even surprised to hear the gasps and the way his friends look in awe at him.

“You look gorgeous, honey!” Queenie says, although just in a kind tone that certainly warms up Newt’s heart.

The only thing that surprises him is Percival’s expression, he seems so lost, looking at everyone’s reactions and then at Newt in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Newt. I know this is a big deal for you, but I just… don’t see the difference? I mean… You’ve always been beautiful.”

Newt stares, feeling the tears falling down from his eyes…

Percival panics.

“I’m so sorry, Newt! Did I say something wrong?”

The magizoologist shakes his head, smiling softly at that silly wizard.

“I love you too,” he mumbles and Percival’s grin is huge.

“You do? Wait, how did you know I–”

Newt kisses him to shut him up, heart beating happily in his chest as he feels Percival kissing back.

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“Maybe you should stay here for a while,” Tina advises, putting a hand over Newt’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, Tina! I’ve been through worse actually–”

“We should go to Medical,” she insists, she’s been telling him the same since they both set foot inside MACUSA. They had arrested a couple of poachers and Tina swears a curse hit Newt on the back, but the magizoologist doesn’t feel anything.

“I’m alright,” he says and walks towards the cafeteria to get himself a cup of tea because the truth is he’s feeling a little bit thirsty.

He finds Fontaine, Roberts and Queenie there and she, like her sister, thinks something’s wrong and helps him sit with them. Tina, who’s been following him around, looks at him with concern.

“You shouldn’t worry, really. I’ve been through worse, when I was in China a couple of traffickers tried to cut off my fingers, but I managed to escape before they did,” Newt’s not sure why he’s talking so much, but he feels like he needs to.

He also doesn’t understand why everyone looks so horrified all of the sudden.

“When did that happen?” Roberts says. Her expression is a mix of sorrow and anger. “Where are they now?”

“A couple of years ago and they’re probably still in China. But don’t worry, I managed to free the dragons they were hurting,” Newt tells her with a smile. “Besides, I wasn’t as scared then like that time in Brazil; three wizards tried to tear off all my clothes as punishment for freeing a wampus, but Nancy scared them off before they could touch me…”

“I’m going to find Mr. Graves,” Tina mumbles, looking like she’s about to tear up.

In fact they all are.

Fontaine takes his hand and squeezes it gently.

“I’m sorry, Newt.”

“What for? It wasn’t your fault.”

“Newt?” Percival is worried… Actually the magizoologist has never seen him so concerned before. “Are you okay?”

“Well, now I’m much better, because you’re here,” Newt grins, there’s a tiny voice inside his head that begs him to stop, but he can’t. “I would like to date you, but I know you’d never like someone like me.”

His words are followed by silence; the Director even blinks a couple of times at him in shock.

“Newt, I’ve been trying to ask you out for a couple of weeks now,” Percival admits, looking a little bit shy. “And what do you mean someone like you–”

“Sir, we need to take him to Medical.”

“You’re right, Goldstein. But we must have a conversation about this later, Newt.”

“I’m fine, honestly…” But Percival shuts him up by carrying him in his arms like he weighed nothing and Newt feels himself blush to the tip of his ears.

“You’re strong,” he comments. “I like that. I like you carrying me around.”

Percival chuckles.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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When he’s feeling like himself again, Newt tries to avoid everyone for a while, at least until the aurors find him and assure him there’s nothing to be embarrassed of. Actually, MACUSA’s aurors become very protective of him and make sure he always has everything he needs.

Some people say the Director, with the help of his aurors, managed to find the people that hurt Newt and threw them in jail for a long time. Other people say they were tortured first, but no one knows for sure.

Newt has no idea. He just recently found out that Percival Graves had been trying to court him and started to think his love was unrequited until Newt basically confessed to him.

And even though he’s still a little bit embarrassed of what happened, Newt and Percival are very much glad it did.

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It’s almost midnight and Picquery yells at him (for the last time that day he hopes) that he should go back to his damned house because MACUSA is not a hotel and work will be there tomorrow anyways.

“I just have to check these and then I’ll go, I promise,” he says right before hearing her mumbling a curse before storming away.

The next night though, she’s prepared; she leaves Percival out of his own office for an hour, even though she knows he needs to keep working and gets out with a mischievous smile on her face that only means trouble.

Picquery pats him on the shoulder with a book she hands him playfully.

“This is a book to summon demons! Seraphina tell me you didn't–”

“Since you insist on staying at the office instead of sleeping I thought I should call someone to keep you company. I think he’s going to please you.”

“Seraphina!”

“Oh, no need to thank me! I’m going to sleep, bye!”

She ignores him completely and walks towards the elevator, Percival keeps cursing and looks at the book trying to figure out what demon she summoned, well… He will never find out unless he gets inside…

Percival almost chokes when he finally walks in.

“Hello, I’m Newt!”

It’s a male succubus what Picquery summoned and this one is absolutely beautiful. He’s just Percival’s type even though he’d never admit it. He’s tall with impossible long legs, a face full of freckles and a pair of green eyes that make him look innocent even though he’s wearing a two piece blue lingerie that it’s doing things to Percival.

“Do you like it?” Newt asks and Percival notices the tiny horns hidden in his messy reddish hair. The demon points at his outfit and Percival tries not to blush but it’s useless. “Your friend told me you would like this.”

“Of course she did,” he rolls his eyes and then takes a step closer to him. “Listen, Newt… I’m afraid I won’t be needing your services I–”

“Services?” Newt looks at him in adorable confusion. “What do you mean? I thought we could be friends! I want to stay in your world. I don’t like down there and my brother doesn’t ever let me out of our house because he says everyone just wants to… touch me.”

The demon looks so sad, Percival suddenly wants to punch his brother in the face.

“Does he keep you in your house like a… prisoner?”

“It’s not like that!” Newt shakes his head. “Theseus is just overprotective, he worries too much because I was born… like this. He usually appears when a mortal summons me to… to touch me and he hurts them. I don’t know how but he has a way of finding out when I’m in danger. But this time your friend summoned me and she said she didn’t want me and that you needed a friend.”

Percival tries not to smile at the way Newt babbles, because he definitely doesn’t consider it adorable. Not at all.

“She said I needed a friend?”

“Yes! And I need one too so…”

“But why did she make you wear this then?”

“She thought it’d be funny,” Newt says, looking at himself with a frown. “Although I don’t see why this is funny…”

Percival sighs and tries to keep looking at Newt’s face.

“Could you please put on something else?”

“Like what?”

Percival points at himself in response and Newt smiles and the Director likes the fact that he doesn’t actually copy his outfit, the demon seems to give the clothes his personal touch. Percival thinks that blue coat is just perfect for him. It makes his eyes pop.

“You can stay with me if you want,” Percival says, knowing it’s definitely a bad idea. But he’s not going to let Newt go back to that idiot he has for a brother.

“Thank you!” Newt takes the Director’s face in his hands and rubs their noses together, making him blush.

It’s a bad idea and yet Percival holds the demon’s hand and decides to take him home.

It may sound ridiculous, but he’s going to protect that beautiful demon from now on.

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Fontaine is waiting to see the shock on the new ones faces, the aurors that have no idea the man who’s currently yelling at them for a poor written report is happily married and has a soft spot for his lovely husband.

“Has Newt arrived yet?” Weiss joins him, trying to hide the smile that’s tugging the corners of her lips up, but it’s difficult, especially when they get to watch, but don’t get to be the victim of that terrifying scolding.

“He hasn’t,” Lopez replies in a whisper behind them.

Graves pinches the bridge of his nose, probably praying to Mercy Lewis for strength or most likely patience in this particular case.

He’s terrifying, but he’s a good boss, he just wants his aurors to do a good job and sometimes the new ones that manage to get in MACUSA think they already know everything there is to be taught and Percival Graves just happens to be the ideal wizard to remind them how wrong they are.

“Percy? Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll be back later!” Newt blushes, looking at the aurors that went from staring at the ground to stare at him like they fear for his safety.

“The new ones are always so cute,” Weiss mumbles, next to Fontaine. “They think Newt’s going to get yelled at.”

The three of them know he’s safe from Graves’ anger; he has been since he started working for MACUSA, which confused the hell out of them, at least until they figured out his boss was absolutely besotted.

“There’s no need, sweetheart,” Graves smiles from ear to ear. “Come here, what do you need?”

Lopez tries not to laugh at the shock in the young wizards’ faces. They’re staring in absolute bewilderment how the Director of Magical Security kisses Newt’s hand and looks at him with the most gentle, sweet expression.

“I was wondering if you’d like to pay a visit to Jacob. We could have lunch there if you want, I know you’re busy, but–”

“I’d love to,” Graves rises from his seat, presses his lips to Newt’s and frowns at the new ones again before adding: “They know what they have to do.”

The four of them nod quickly, watching in confusion as their new boss walks away, fingers intertwined with that beautiful man.

They look back at Fontaine, Weiss and Lopez, completely lost and Weiss can’t help but burst into laughter.

“Welcome to MACUSA,” Fontaine says, grinning. They can figure out what’s happening on their own.

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Percival Graves likes so many things about the new consultant magizoologist, he likes his shy smile and the way his green eyes go from staring at the ground to staring at Percival’s and then looking away timidly, right after his face turns completely red.

He’s not sure he finds his obliviousness charming or irritating because he’s tried so many times to flirt with him, to ask him out, but it seems Newt has no idea what is going on.

The aurors seem to have figured it out though, they pretend they don’t know, but it looks like Percival can’t hide the fond expression on his face every time he stares at Newt Scamander.

They try to help him by leaving the two of them alone after every single meeting they have, it always surprises Percival how they manage to do that without making it look suspicious.

After a while he just decides to ask directly, but that’s the same day Seraphina herself comes to the office with the most confused expression he’s ever seen.

“There’s a wizard outside, he says he’s your husband?”

Newt’s smile vanishes instantly right before nodding and rising from his spot on Percival’s couch. The Director feels devastated, although he quickly puts aside his own pain when he notices the distress on Newt’s face and the sadness in his eyes. Pickett hides in his pocket as Newt unconsciously starts to caress his left wrist.

Seraphina must’ve noticed something too, because she puts a hand over Newt’s shoulder and tries to look at him.

“Are you alright, Mr. Scamander? You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Thanks, Madam President, but I’m f-fine,” he assures.

“Newt?”

“Yes, Percy?” He doesn’t look back at him and Percival tries not to feel too hurt about it.

“Are you sure you’re… okay?”

Newt’s lips part and Percival is sure he’s going to say something, but there’s a knock at the door, an impatient knock that startles the magizoologist.

He opens the door immediately and a blond wizard walks in and the first thing he does is to take Newt’s left wrist in his hand in a grip Percival is sure it’s painful, judging by the way Newt grimaces at the contact.

He hates that wizard so much and he hasn’t even talked to him.

There’s something so wrong about him; he’s obviously polite with them, trying to explain he needs to go back home with Newt immediately, just that day at least…

“What are you doing, Seraphina?” He almost growls when she lets them go with a smile probably as fake as that wizard’s. “You know he’s abusing Newt!”

“You’re not sure about that…”

“Yes, I am. And you are too,” he growls. “We have received the same training, we’ve seen so many cases like this.”

Seraphina sighs and looks back at him, sad and tired.

“What I meant to say was that we don’t have any proof. And you know how this works, we can do nothing unless Newt denounces him.”

Sometimes Percival hates when she’s right.

***

The whole MACUSA finds out about Newt’s husband; they sometimes watch him in the hallways, waiting for Newt and they also see the way he narrows his eyes at the magizoologist or the way Newt flinches away whenever that wizard tries to take him by the wrist.

None of them like him. And they all become a lot more protective of the magizoologist, glaring at the wizard every time he sets foot in MACUSA, he also loses things all the time and wizards and witches are constantly bumping into him, sometimes making him fall flat on his face.

Although they know that doesn’t really help Newt, at least not in the way they want to.

But at least the wizard stops waiting for him in MACUSA.

And Newt starts staying late at work, normally Seraphina would scold him like she does with Percival, but she knows why he’s doing that. They all know he doesn’t want to go back home.

And Percival stays with him, he used to do that before he met Newt, when he thought the most important thing in a man’s life was his job. He was so wrong back then.

Now he just stays to keep Newt company, to make sure he’s not hurt, at least physically because Percival can’t do anything to heal emotional pain.

Although he tries to talk to Newt. He tries to make him open up about his marriage, but it’s clear that’s the last thing Newt wants to do.

“So you decided to keep your last name, huh?” He feels ridiculous, especially because it’s obvious he did, the first time they met he introduced himself as Newt Scamander. He sighs and decides to focus on the tea he’s making; he learned how to make Newt’s favorite almost since he started working for MACUSA.

Percival hadn’t realized how besotted he was back then.

He still is.

“I didn’t want Richard’s last name,” Newt mumbles, but Percival hears anyway. “So I kept mine… He’s still angry about that though, my parents are too, they say it’s improper.”

Percival tries not to break the cup in his hand, but it’s difficult for him to hold back his anger.

“I don’t think it’s improper,” he says, trying not to think about how much he wants to punch Newt’s husband in the face.

“You don’t?” The magizoologist smiles and Percival wishes he could see him smiling all the time.

Percival shakes his head and Newt starts talking about his creatures again.

But Percival keeps trying… and one day, desperate, he crosses the line.

“How did you fall in love with him?”

It’s too much, Percival knows it, because Newt looks down, face twisted in pain like he’s about to tear up.

He’s ready to apologize when it happens, Newt speaks again…

“I didn’t. I married him because my family wanted me to,” he confesses, eyes glimmering with tears.

“Theseus did this–”

“No! He was the only one that opposed my marriage with Richard,” Newt says. “That’s why I haven’t seen him in a while, Richard hates him. No, my parents wanted it.”

“And what about you? Do you want this?”

Newt doesn’t say anything.

“You can get a divorce.”

“My parents wouldn’t like it.”

“You should stop thinking about what your parents want for once, Newt!” Percival snaps and he immediately regrets it. “I’m so sorry.”

But it’s too late.

“I’m going back home, thanks for the tea, Percy.”

Percival thinks of so many ways to apologize, but Newt doesn’t give him a chance, he keeps avoiding him, he avoids everyone.

They both start going back to their houses early, but Percival doesn’t sleep, he keeps pacing around his house, thinking about Newt.

Until one day Newt knocks at his front door.

“Can I stay with you for a w-while?” He mumbles, looking so vulnerable that Percival just wants to hug him, but he’s not sure if Newt wants that so he just nods instead.

Percival offers to make some tea and Newt starts tearing up, asking him to fire-call his brother.

“I’d like to see him, please.”

Theseus doesn’t need to be told twice, he gets in Percival’s house through the fireplace. He doesn’t even look at him once, he just runs towards his brother and embraces him.

The Director knows he’s no longer needed so decides to go back to his bedroom to give them some space when Newt smiles at him over Theseus’ shoulder.

He reaches out to him and Percival takes his hand without hesitation. Newt intertwines their fingers together.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said and I’ve decided to get a divorce.”

Percival feels hopeful for the first time in years.

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Since Newt got accidentally cursed, two of the new aurors have been following him around MACUSA and commenting how “appropriate” is for him to have catlike ears and a tail now since he’s so obsessed with all kinds of creatures anyway.

At first Newt thought they were just messing around… Just joking and even though it bothered him he decided to just go along with it, besides Tina was already looking for a spell to fix it so it wouldn’t be long before it all went back to normal.

But now he is beginning to reconsider it. Newt hears the laughter behind him and Weiss, Fontaine and Lopez have scolded the new ones a couple of times for it. They always promise to stop when they’re caught, but seem to forget about it when they find Newt alone.

Newt has never been violent or aggressive, he doesn’t believe in revenge and he certainly has never felt something as strong as hate. He doesn’t even feel it now.

“Could you please stop it? I’m not comfortable with this,” he begs, feeling incredibly sad out of the sudden. He just doesn’t understand what he had done for them to treat him like that.

One of them laughs and tugs at his tail. The other tries to touch his catlike ears and Newt just curls up on the ground, arms covering his face.

“What’s going on?” Newt is usually nervous when he hears that strong, deep voice like a thunder next to him (to be fair Graves never uses it on him, but it still affects him) but now he’s glad because it makes the young aurors stop.

“We just thought it’d be funny–”

Just a glare, it’s all it takes for them to shut up and turn pale. Then Graves offers a hand to Newt, smiling kindly at him.

“Are you okay, Mr. Scamander?”

“I feel better now, Mr. Graves,” he remembers then that he has a tail and a pair of catlike ears and he blushes, waiting for the Director to laugh at him too. “This is not–I didn’t…”

“Goldstein explained to me what happened,” Graves strokes Newt’s right cheek. “And I think you look adorable.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “And don’t worry about them, they’re not going to hurt you anymore.”

Newt kisses him on the cheek and the Director turns bright red instantly.

The truth is… Newt doesn’t see those aurors again; Tina comments they got fired and Queenie adds that they were too scared to come back anyway, although she never tells him why.

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“You should try to be friendly with Mr. Graves, sweetie,” Queenie walks in Tina’s office. She sits next to Newt on the couch. “I think you’re ready.”

Tina makes a weird expression, it’s more like panic and it definitely doesn’t help Newt to feel confident about his friendly skills, Queenie is an excellent teacher, but Graves doesn’t seem like he wants to make friends.

“Don’t be dramatic, Teenie! No one is going to get fired,” the blond witch assures.

“Fired?” Newt pales, but Queenie starts caressing his hair to calm him down.

“Mr. Graves is not going to fire any of us, honey. And he’s definitely not going to get mad at you, trust me.” She says. “Besides, you were already thinking about it.”

Newt nods; Graves has been nice to him, he’s been helping him with the permits for all his creatures and Newt wants to offer him his friendship.

“That’s the best way to do that,” Queenie grins. “Just like I taught you to.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Mercy Lewis help us all,” he hears Tina mumble.

***

“Mr. Graves?” For a moment, Newt thinks the Director is going to ask him to leave; he seems quite focused on his paperwork… But then he looks up at the magizoologist and smiles.

“Come in, Mr. Scamander! How can I help you?”

“Actually,” Newt starts by changing the tone of his voice, just like Queenie said. Then he leans over Graves desk to get closer to him while the man keeps staring like he’s been enchanted. “I was wondering if I could help you… Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Graves?”

The Director turns completely red at that moment, but he grins from ear to ear without tearing his eyes away from Newt.

“Please call me Percival,” he whispers, a little bit flustered.

“Only if you call me Newt,” the magizoologist purrs, fluttering his eyelashes at him.

“Newt, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Percival asks, shyly, cheeks still a little bit pink.

Queenie will be so proud. He just made friends with Percival Graves.

“Of course, Percival.”

***

“It worked, Queenie!” He says. Tina looks at him almost in fear.

“What do you mean, Newt?”

“Percival invited me to have dinner with him tonight! He wants to be friends with me!” He then tells them everything that happened and when he finishes Queenie giggles and Tina pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Newt, I don’t think he just wants–”

“Don’t listen to her, sweetie! You’re doing great,” Queenie winks. “Trust me, you’re going to thank me later.”

Newt grins, he should tell Theseus about it. He’ll be glad to hear he’s making new friends.

“Perhaps that’s not a great idea, honey,” Queenie says. “At least not at the moment… You can tell your brother another day.”

Oh, she’s right, maybe it’s too soon. He should wait to see how things turn out after dinner.

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It’s a beautiful, fancy restaurant that makes Newt feel self-conscious about his clothes, at least until Percival assures him he looks perfectly fine.

The Director looks a little bit flustered, but definitely completely happy to be there; Newt decides to add another spell to his case, just to make sure nothing happens… He doesn’t want to ruin Percival’s excitement.

Despite of Newt’s nervousness, the two of them have a great time together, even though Percival spends most of the evening dropping his fork and knife every time Newt smiles at him.

Percival insists so much on paying the bill that Newt lets him, although he feels like he has to pay him back somehow. He’s so distracted he doesn’t think too much of the Director taking his hand when they finally get out of the restaurant.

Newt feels so comfortable around him, he doesn’t move his hand away.

“I had a great time, Newt,” he comments, smiling shyly at him. “Would you agree to a second date next week?”

It takes a few seconds for Newt to process what Percival has just said; he stops and turns around to look back at him.

“Date? Was this–I didn’t know this was a date,” he mumbles, blushing to the tip of his ears.

Percival pales, expression turning completely sad.

“I’m sorry, Newt. I thought my intentions were very clear. This was, I mean–”

Newt does something he’d normally never do; he just presses his lips against Percival’s to stop him from panicking. It works.

“I didn’t know this was a d-date, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to have another date with you,” he smiles.

Percival grins back, taking Newt’s face in his hands before giving him a proper kiss that Newt enjoys very much.

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The first time it happens it’s because of a wound on Newt’s leg, one that according to Graves it’s impossible to walk with.

“I’m fine,” Newt insists. “Besides, it’s not like you can carry–”

Graves takes him in his arms like he weighed nothing, looking at him with a smug smirk on his face while the magizoologist turns bright red.

“I can walk on my own,” Newt mumbles and Graves chuckles, which is honestly the second thing that shocks the entire Department of Magical Security.

“Nonsense,” he smiles fondly at the wizard in his arms, carrying him around MACUSA like it’s part of his daily routine.

The thing is… Graves doesn’t know how to be nice or kind or do feelings besides anger and irritation, the aurors didn’t even know he could smile until Newt Scamander arrived.

It confuses them at first, especially their boss obsession with taking Newt in his arms for whatever reason.

Then, they realize they’re not reasons but excuses. Poor excuses only Newt believes because he’s just too oblivious to notice when someone has an ulterior motive.

Sometimes Newt gets sick and Graves looks at him like it’s Christmas because that means he’ll get to carry him in his arms.

“It’s just a cold, Mr. Graves!” Newt always protests, but he usually gives in and allows his boss to carry him around.

One day Newt falls asleep over his desk and instead of yelling at him (like he would with any other auror) Graves takes him in his arms and carries him to his office to lay him on the couch gently. He then pushes away some of the curls that have fallen over Newt’s eyes.

That’s when they realize what’s going on… Although it takes them too long according to Queenie and the President herself.

“Of course he is,” she rolls her eyes at them. “I mean isn’t it obvious? Percival can’t hide that besotted look on his face.”

Oh… So that’s what the whole carrying Newt around MACUSA is about.

Their boss is in love.

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Magical creatures are so quiet, that’s one of the reasons Newt loves them so much; he can’t hear what they’re thinking, like he does with people. It’s a nightmare, especially because sometimes, there are some witches and wizards that like him, but in a way he can’t reciprocate.

It’s weird, because some of them spend too much time looking at him and thinking how beautiful his face is (Newt has never thought of himself as a good-looking person, but some people do). The problem is that some have thoughts too explicit for Newt to handle; he usually blushes and looks at the ground trying to focus on what they’re saying rather than their thoughts.

Queenie tries to teach him how to control it, but Newt doesn’t have the experience she does because he avoided the company of people whenever he could.

But then he meets Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security, an ill-tempered man (according to MACUSA’s aurors) that no one should talk to, but who also happens to be great at occlumency.

Newt likes him immediately. And despite of everyone’s warnings, he starts spending time with him.

Because, to the aurors’ shock and confusion, it seems Graves likes his company too.

“I like you because you are quiet,” Newt blurts out one day without realizing what he’s doing.

Instead of getting angry though, Graves looks up at him, with one dark brow quirked up in amusement.

“That’s a… great compliment, Mr. Scamander,” he chuckles.

Newt blushes to the tip of his ears and starts apologizing profusely, at least until Graves sits next to him on the couch, intertwines their fingers together and kisses him on the cheek.

“I like you, too,” he mumbles, shyly. And then, after having an internal battle with himself while looking at Newt, he adds: “Actually I don’t only like you… I’m in love with you.”

And for the first time in years, someone says something that surprises Newt. He freezes, realization hitting him slowly until his heart is beating happily in his chest.

“I think–I’m in love with you too,” he whispers, leaning to press his lips against Graves’.

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I don’t want to lose you, please.

It takes Newt a while to open his eyes; turns out a stunning spell is a little bit more effective if two people stun someone at the same time.

Please don’t leave me, Newt.

Then it takes him a couple of seconds to realize that Percival is not talking and that for the first time since he met him Newt is actually hearing his boyfriend’s thoughts.

Stay with me… I need you.

Newt remembers the first time he told Percival he was a legilimens; many emotions were written all over his face… But none of them were something even close to anger or even irritation. Although he was relieved when Newt told him he was in fact excellent at occlumency.

After years of hearing everyone’s thoughts to find someone so… quiet was a blessing. However Newt was curious sometimes, especially because he was an insecure person and just wanted to be sure Percival loved him back.

Now he’s not curious anymore, now he doesn’t want to hear all that pain in Percival’s thoughts.

“I’m not going anywhere, Percy,” he says, but he’s still a little weak because of the spell and the Director leans against him, head over his chest, sobbing. “I’m completely fine. I was just stunned.”

Percival carries him in his arms, despite of his protests and he’s still so worried he can’t even block his thoughts properly.

I’m going to marry Newt as soon as he gets better.

“Well, you have to propose first and I have to say yes, Percy!” He protests, blushing.

“Are you–Did you just…” The Director turns as red as Newt is then, but chuckles. “And if I propose to you properly… What will you say?”

“I will say yes, you silly auror. Now, please let me go so I can walk on my own!”

Percival doesn’t let Newt go, he kisses him instead and the magizoologist decides to stop complaining then.

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“Yes, Madam President, please fire-call him!” Richards begs, excited; Fontaine and Kenneth nod with curiosity and anticipation. “I mean we really need him this time.”

Percival Graves rolls his eyes; he already knows is going to be a disappointment, there’s no way that wizard is everything they say about him. It’s just not possible.

They should take care of the dragon themselves.

“Seraphina, I think if four aurors try to subdue the beast while the others go after Grindelwald–”

“We need Scamander, Percival,” she cuts him off. “He knows how to take care of a dragon. The rest of us have to focus on the no-majes and the dark lord and his fanatics. However one of us has to go with Scamander, just in case…”

“Madam President I can–”

“No, Fontaine is not the right wizard to–”

“Percival, you go with Scamander.”

The aurors start protesting and whining. Which is absolutely ridiculous because they have not seen the man and yet they are fighting each other just to get to work with him.

“Why?” Protests Weiss, avoiding looking at her boss.

“Because he’s the only one who’s not going to drool over him,” Seraphina says.

“You don’t even know if what they say is true,” Percival tells his aurors.

“They say he always leaves broken hearts behind,” Richards comments, ignoring Percival. “Perhaps it’s better not to get too close.”

The Director pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to think about how ridiculous his team is.

***

The aurors of the Department of Magical Security are gathered around Seraphina’s fireplace waiting for a wizard they have just heard about to emerge from the flames.

Percival is already frowning when the fire turns green and he realizes that not everything that has been said about Scamander is real; the man with reddish hair that walks out of the fireplace doesn’t look arrogant, he’s shy and kind and patient.

Oh but he’s absolutely beautiful. The aurors practically swoon when Scamander smiles at them and Percival realizes he’s been staring since the wizard arrived.

Unfortunately, Seraphina notices too.

“Please, just call me Newt. Mr. Scamander is my brother,” he insists after he hears some of the aurors calling him by his last name.

He’s definitely not a seducer (at least not intentionally) he doesn’t seem to notice Richards drooling in front of him.

But Percival does and it brothers him. He has this incontrollable need to introduce himself so Newt notices him too.

“Percival Graves; you can call me Percival if you want,” he pushes Fontaine away while he reaches out to Newt. He hears Seraphina chuckle, but decides to do anything in his power to ignore her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Newt.”

The surprised gasps are something he’s not going to think about either. But he’s not going to deny (at least to himself) that he’s definitely interested.

Newt smiles at him and Percival feels a little bit weak at the knees.

“Can someone please take me to the dragon? There’s no time to waste. The poor thing must be scared!”

The poor thing? Oh no, it seems Newt is going to give him so many heart attacks, although part of Percival really doesn’t mind at all.

***

The first group of aurors make sure to take the no-majes off the streets and obliviate them. The second go after Grindelwald’s followers so Newt can have the opportunity to deal with the dragon alone. Well, not alone, although Percival is just there to protect him.

He looks completely different; Newt in front of a magical creature is determined and powerful and his beauty turns into something almost lethal.

It’s just a second, but everyone stops what they’re doing in order to watch the dragon growling at Newt while the magizoologist just stands a few feet away from the creature and looks back fondly.

“An Ironbelly!” He says as the dragon growls again and Percival starts to think about a way to get Newt out of there. “I know you are scared, Clara. But you’ll feel better in no time.”

He just named a huge dragon Clara.

Percival is sure he’s in love.

The problem is that he’s not the only one.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Newton,” Grindelwald purrs as the dragon turns into putty in the magizoologist’s hands. “Hope you liked your gift?”

“Gift?” Newt blinks in confusion, stroking Clara’s muzzle.

Percival can’t stop the dark lord from disapparating or blowing a kiss towards Newt before he goes.

He can’t even stop himself from asking Newt out right then and there.

Although it turns out okay at the end because Newt says yes.

Now he just has to worry about keeping Grindelwald away from his Newt and everything will be fine.

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“Percy! It’s so great to see you again!” Newt walks in his boyfriend’s office while he appears to be having a serious conversation with Picquery. She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t look angry… Percival however, he just snarls without even looking at him…

“Not now!” He growls and Newt takes a step back, looking as shocked as Madam President is.

He’s just so confused and hurt… Percival would never treat him like that, even if he stopped loving him.

Does he not love him anymore?

He doesn’t notice the tears falling from his eyes until Percival looks at him and sees them on his cheeks. He blinks, face slowly twisting with regret.

“I’m so sorry, Newton. I didn’t see you…”

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” he assures. Mind working quickly, realizing that his Percy has never called him Newton… ever.

“Could you please leave us alone, Seraphina?”

“Of course,” Picquery nods, storming away from the office. Newt wonders if this person is going to kill him or hurt him (perhaps he can’t risk killing Newt inside MACUSA).

The fake Percival embraces him then and Newt tries not to flinch away from his touch.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” now that’s definitely something Percy would say, although Newt wonders if this person has seen his boyfriend’s memories… And most importantly where is this wizard/witch keeping the real Percival?

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have interrupted you,” Newt mumbles, trying to think about what he’s going to do next.

There’s a moment of silence in which the fake Percival just stays there, staring at him like he’s learning Newt’s features by heart. Then, he leans forward to kiss him on the neck, making him shiver.

Which gives Newt an idea.

“I’ve missed you so much, Percy,” he sighs, pressing his lips against the other who takes him by the waist and pulls him close, moaning in pleasure.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” the fake Percival groans. “Can I have you now?”

“Yes,” Newt moans; he’s scared but it actually helps a lot that this person looks exactly like his Percy. He pushes him back towards the chair and sits on his lap.

The fake Percival looks absolutely delighted.

“I’ve seen you in hi–in my memories so many times, wondering why I possibly did to deserve something so exquisite…” He whispers, before biting Newt’s neck.

Newt doesn’t want to admit that he liked it, but he did… Although he’s grateful his Niffler appears on the back of the chair, because it’s a great distraction. The fake Percival keeps biting and licking his neck while Newt tugs lightly at his hair, making him chuckle against his skin.

“You’re so sweet, love,” he keeps mumbling while Newt tries to make the Niffler take the fake Percival’s wand, actually… He must’ve two…

He starts using wandless magic to take off Newt’s coat and the magizoologist makes an effort not to jump away from him. The fake Percival starts mumbling something, but Newt’s not actually listening at all because the Niffler gives him a wand that’s definitely not Percival’s.

It’s a powerful wand he notices when he uses it to tie him to the chair.

The concerning thing is that the fake Percival doesn’t look upset at all.

“I’ve always known you were special, Newton,” he grins. “Now please allow me to show you my true face, I’m tired of you looking at me like this.”

Newt doesn’t like the way he refers to Percival, but he complies, because he needs to know. The dark hair slowly turns blond and the eyes that are looking back at him are a pair of mismatched ones.

“Grindelwald,” he can’t help but gasp.

“Please, call me Gellert.”

Newt ignores him.

“Where is Percy?”

Grindelwald rolls his mismatched eyes at him.

“He’s too boring for you, you know that? You’re chaos and he doesn’t understand chaos, nobody understands it like I do.”

“Where is Percy?”

“I’ll tell you if you kiss me again, liebling.” Grindelwald smirks.

“I can’t trust you.”

“You’ll never find your dear Graves again… Perhaps you’re getting tired of him? He hasn’t made you scream in pleasure, has he? I could, Newton, if you let me–”

Newt kisses him then, furiously, with irritation and a little bit of anger and Grindelwald responds with passion and possessiveness. He shoves his tongue inside Newt’s mouth like he’s trying to mark him.

“Where is he?” Newt gasps, pushing Grindelwald when the dark lord chases his lips again.

“In the second drawer to the right,” he says.

Newt looks at the desk and prays to Merlin his love is alright. He opens the door and sends his patronus to alert Tina and the aurors about Grindelwald.

“A dragon,” Grindelwald purrs. “That’s an impressive patronus, Newton.”

Newt ignores him and gets inside the drawer; it looks like a dark room with a chair and a man lying on the floor, who’s hurt and barely awake.

“Percy?” Newt tries not to sob, kissing the Director’s face, helping him up.

“Newt,” the man mumbles. “I hope this is not another dream.”

“It’s not, Percy. Everything’s going to be alright now,” he says, apparating both of them back inside the office.

But when he looks at the President and Tina and the other aurors gathered around Grindelwald it occurs to him, just for a moment that it was too easy and he has the ridiculous thought that the dark lord let him win.

But why would he do something like that?

“I’ll come back for you, Newton,” he smirks and Percival, despite of how tired he is, tries to jump at him.

“Don’t listen to him, Percy. Let’s get you to medical.”

“Who’s a better kisser, liebling? Why don’t you tell your boyfriend?”

Newt turns red as Picquery quirks up a brow at him and Tina and the other aurors look at him in confusion.

Percival tenses for a moment, but he’s so exhausted to even think about that.

Newt just tries to forget about everything that happened.

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“What happened?” Tina’s brows quirk up, then smiles as soon as she notices Newt’s fox ears turning back. They’re the same color as his hair.

“It was the steam of a potion some traffickers were using,” Fontaine says, although he doesn’t look at all worried about it. “I told him we could find a cure in a couple of hours.”

“You look adorable, honey!” Queenie comments, making Newt blush. “No, I’m not saying it just because. You truly look lovely!”

“He does,” Weiss agrees, while Fontaine nods.

Newt starts to feel a little bit better about his appearance at least until Mr. Graves walks in Tina’s office and Newt feels his ears and soft tail turn down again.

He stops and stares at Newt while Fontaine tries to explain everything that happened to him.

“How are you feeling?” Mr. Graves cuts the auror off at the middle of a sentence stroking Newt’s cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“No, not at all,” he says, leaning into the touch, pointy ears slightly forward. Newt feels a lot better after that.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Scamander. I’m sure Weiss and Fontaine will make a potion to make you get back to normal soon. Do you want to stay in my office while you wait?”

Newt nods, because even though he doesn’t think he looks horrible, it’s just a little bit too much for him to have everyone staring at him.

Graves takes him to his office, makes his favourite tea and sits next to him on the couch; asking him about his creatures. Newt’s not sure if he’s doing it because he’s really interested or just to make him feel better, but it’s working anyways.

He starts feeling content and just so happy he rubs the tip of his nose against Graves’ without thinking. But as soon as he realizes what he’s done, his ears turn back, while he watches the Director blushing.

“It’s okay, Mr. Scamander! It really is,” he assures when he notices Newt’s distress. “But does that mean you like me? Because I-I like you too.”

“You do?” Newt’s ears straighten up again, making him look interested and curious.

Graves loves it.

“I don’t know why you haven’t noticed, I thought I was being quite obvious about it; I’m quite taken with you.” And he just… Leans to rub his nose against Newt’s, before giving him a peck on the lips. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“Yes,” Newt giggles, before kissing back. He almost moans when Graves scratches the back of his right reddish ear.

“And please… call me Percival.”

“Only if you call me Newt.”

Chapter Text

It’s their first Christmas together as husbands and Newt wants to do something special for Percival. That’s why he fire-called Theseus and told him they weren’t going to be at his Christmas party; his brother pouted and blamed Percival for stealing his little brother, even though Newt insisted it was his idea.

Flustered, he wanders around the house, trying to convince himself to put on that oversized sweater and those white lace stockings he bought the other day.

When he finally puts them on, he’s glad they actually feel great on his legs; they’re soft and beautiful, although he’s still not sure. Newt has been thinking about it for a month, still wondering if that’s a good Christmas present.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to actually change his mind because Percival comes back home earlier than expected.

Newt only has time to make appear a bottle of champagne and two glasses, while his husband storms into the house and freezes as soon as he sees Newt.

“I thought I could surprise you, but maybe it was a little bit too much? This was going to be your present but–”

Percival stops his babbling with a kiss that Newt immediately reciprocates.

“It’s perfect, you’re perfect,” the wizard moans hungrily over Newt’s lips.

“Wait, the dinner and the champagne–”

“Those can wait,” Percival takes Newt in his arms, kissing him more desperately. “The present I bought you can wait as well.”

But Newt pulls back, intrigued; Percival chases his lips and groans of frustration when Newt puts a hand over his mouth.

“Present?”

Percival leans, but this time to kiss Newt’s neck, which makes the magizoologist forget about it, just for a couple of minutes.

“Percy…”

“Newt, please… What if I get to unwrap my present first,” he whispers, hand under Newt’s sweater, fingers touching soft, pale skin. “And then I show you what I brought you?”

“Fine,” the magizoologist agrees breathlessly.

Percival smirks, completely satisfied and he’s ready to press his lips against Newt’s again when someone knocks at the door.

Snarling because of the interruption, Percival leaves an amused Newt on the couch again, and he’s honestly prepared to yell at whoever is knocking, but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t because he’s too confused to see Theseus Scamander standing in front of him.

“Good evening, Graves” he greets. “I need to see my baby brother.”

Theseus doesn’t give him the opportunity to answer, because he shoves him out of his way to get to Newt.

“What about your party?” Newt blinks in confusion.

“They won’t miss me, little one,” Theseus grins from ear to ear, showing Newt his old book The night before Christmas.

“I’m an adult now, ‘Seus! You can’t expect me to–”

“This is a family tradition and you loved it!” Without any other warning, Theseus takes Newt and puts him over his shoulder, running upstairs.

“Scamander! Give me my husband back!” Percival storms after him, confused, irritated and very much frustrated because Theseus interrupted a very important moment.

Theseus tucks Newt in bed and gives him a kiss on the forehead, ignoring Percival’s protests.

He starts reading.

Newt sighs, knowing nothing is going to stop his brother now.

Chapter Text

“They’re the same poachers, the ones that have been trying to take your creatures away. I think their base of operations is in America,” Picquery confirms, looking nervously around. Newt doesn’t understand why exactly, he knows Durmstrang is infamous because some people say they teach dark magic, but that’s not the case at all.

The headmaster’s office is ajar, but he’s not sure if he should walk inside; Tina must be thinking the same judging by her expression. Graves, on the other hand, seems to have noticed his hesitation, because he just rolls his eyes and takes Newt gently by the arm.

“Come on,” he whispers to them, pulling Newt closer, smiling at him fondly.

“No, you can’t have access to–Newt? I can’t believe the Sweetheart is back at this old school again!” The headmaster grins from ear to ear as soon as he sees Newt. He was one of Newt’s professors when he was young.

Overwhelmed by his own enthusiasm, Köhler pulls him away from Graves, which makes the Director growl, although the other wizard doesn’t seem to notice.

“Sweetheart?” Tina asks, curious. Newt blushes as Köhler hugs him tight.

“I used to study here, that was my nickname,” he explains, trying to move away from the other man.

“We called him the Sweetheart because everyone loved him, we still do of course,” Köhler says, amused by Graves murderous expression. “Come Newt, there are people here you need to see.”

“What about the investigation?” Picquery demands, a little bit irritated.

“We’ll help you; you should’ve said you were friends with our Sweetheart earlier.”

Graves looks like he’s about to explode and Tina tries to, subtly, move away from him.

“Our?”

Newt gets to see some of his old classmates, as well as a few of his professors. They look absolutely delighted to see him there. Even Picquery seems like she’s having a good time, after Köhler just promised to help her with the investigation.

Tina looks anxious and the Director is just narrowing his eyes at all the people around Newt, hugging and touching him in such a friendly manner.

“I think I speak for everyone in Durmstrang when I say this: if anyone is planning on courting this sunshine right here, he’ll have to earn our approval first,” the headmaster says, prompting Picquery to hold back a chuckle for some reason and Tina to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“Understood,” Graves nods, arms crossed, looking fiercely determined.

Newt rolls his eyes.

“But no one is trying to court me, Köhler! What are you talking about?”

Tina facepalms herself, Picquery laughs out loud, glancing at Graves who looks like he wants to groan in pain.

“You haven’t changed at all, Newt,” the headmaster comments, staring at him fondly.

The magizoologist is still very much confused.

Chapter Text

Newt promises he’s not going to be late for the next meeting and yet there he is, running towards the pentagram office just because the Niffler stole Mr. Graves’ pocket watch again.

He’s not going to give it to him during the meeting of course; no, he’ll sit on the corner closest to the door so he can get out before everyone else and sneak the watch back into Graves’ office.

The first step of the plan fails of course, because Merlin is not on Newt’s side. And because every single one of the spaces are already taken, except for one next to Tina (who’s trying to get his attention desperately).

The only problem is that he has to walk to the other side of the office to get there. Picquery sighs, but keeps talking, in fact the others are so used to it that nobody seems to pay attention to him, which is a relief.

But then of course, just when he’s about to reach Tina, he trips, it actually feels more like a pull, but that’s just ridiculous. And he falls over Mr. Graves’ lap.

The aurors around gasp, praying for Newt not to get murdered while the magizoologist turns into an interesting shade of red and looks down at Graves.

Graves doesn’t seem angry though; he smirks at him and puts one arm around Newt’s waist.

“Hello, Mr. Scamander,” he stares up at him with some sort of satisfaction. “It’s really a pleasure to have you here.”

“I’m so s-sorry, Mr. Graves. I’ll go,” he tries to get up, but the grip on his waist tightens.

“I think you’re better right here. I need to keep an eye on you,” Graves purrs and the aurors that are close to him stare at them in shock.

“But–”

“Are you two done?” Picquery huffs, making everyone in the room look back at them. “Would you allow me to continue?”

“Yes,” Graves says amusedly, while Newt groans and buries his face in the curve of the Director’s neck. The auror starts running his fingers through his hair, which actually helps him relax.

He spends the rest of the hour on Graves’ lap, trying to focus on what Picquery is telling them.

It’s really difficult though.

***

Later that day, after Newt managed to return the Director’s watch and basically ran away from him, he starts hearing the rumor that Graves used wandless magic to make Newt fall on his lap.

Which is honestly ridiculous, why would the Director of Magical Security do something like that?

It doesn’t make any sense.

Chapter Text

Percival meets Newt Scamander in a… weird situation. He’s working with Theseus to imprison a group of poachers who were trafficking dragons and his friend thinks his little brother is just perfect for the job; Percival hates to involve civilians in his cases, but Theseus says (with a little bit of panic in his eyes) that Newt has managed to earn their trust and has been taking care of the dragons for a month now, he’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity to get them out.

“This is not because you’re interested in arresting this people, right?” Percival rolls his eyes, realizing what’s going on perhaps a little bit too late. Honestly he should’ve seen it coming. Theseus is an overprotective idiot who dotes on his little brother; he wouldn’t have exposed him like that.

“Please, I’m desperate,” Theseus begs, face twisted with concern.

“It wasn’t your idea, was it?”

“I found out about this two days ago and I haven’t even been able to sleep since then, please help me.”

“Fine.”

***

The priority is to get Newt out of there, although Percival will later regret not asking for back up from the beginning. However he has to admit, when he finally gets to see the magizoologist face to face, he can’t think of anything else but how green his eyes are or how much he wants to count his freckles…

All of them.

They meet in a basement, where Newt explains he cannot escape with them just like that, he has to take all of his dragons with him.

“We’ll be back for them later,” Percival protests and Newt looks at him with an outraged expression that only makes the Director feel more attracted to him and irritated at the same time because he’s desperate to get him to a safe place.

He’s doomed, isn’t he?

“Mr. Graves…”

“Please call me Percival,” he cuts him off, prompting Theseus to narrow his eyes, but he doesn’t care.

Newt is still very much pissed with him and Percival can imagine him reacting like that in the future, every time they fight in Percival’s home because he’ll convince him somehow to move in with him, but Newt will keep traveling and he’s…

He’s pretty much doomed, yeah. And there is no coming back from that.

“Mr. Graves,” Newt huffs and Percival is just there, smiling like an idiot. “I cannot leave my ba–”

Everything goes downhill from there, because they are discovered and Newt is just stunned and thrown away in another room.

Theseus growls and Percival sees red, although there are too many and even though both of them are powerful they are no match for a dozen.

When they’re both on his knees, hands tied on their back and the poachers start to mock them and talking about how they’re going to torture them, Newt comes back with a beautiful smile on his face, hair looking even messier than before but completely fine.

Everyone looks like they’re in shock.

“I’ve learned to resist the effects of the stunning spell,” he says casually, as if that’s not impressive at all.

“But I bet you can’t resist a killing curse,” one of the poacher growls and Percival wants nothing more than to protect Newt, but he’s still too weak to use wandless magic. Theseus is yelling at him to run, but he’s shut up by a silencing spell.

“Of course I can’t, no one can,” Newt says and all the men start to look confused.

“Then what are you going to do then?”

“Me? Nothing,” Newt smiles. “But they will.”

The wall in front of them bursts apart as three large heads break through it. Three terrifying dragons growl and the poachers are just too scared to move.

Newt beams at the dragons and strokes their muzzles like they’re puppies.

The magizoologist helps Theseus and him to get up again and Percival is sure of one thing in that instant: he’s completely in love with Newt.

Chapter Text

Richards is the one that finds out because she is helping Newt with his paperwork, it seems he has spent the whole night taking care of his creatures and is worried Graves may get mad at him for not finishing on time, although boss could never be mad at him because he’s besotted (but Newt has no idea).

She’s helping him when Newt suddenly falls asleep over her shoulder and starts snuggling against her. Richards blushes and gasps, but she’s pleasantly surprised because well… Newt is quite adorable.

Sadly, he wakes up almost immediately, cheeks red because of embarrassment and he apologizes to her before storming away.

Of course she tells the other aurors and they all become quite obsessed (according to Tina) with cuddling with the cute magizoologist. So they all try to get him to fall asleep next to them.

They’re constantly following him, especially when they find out Newt hasn’t slept well, but they’re careful boss doesn’t notice what they’re trying to do.

Kenneth and Lopez manage to be there at the right time; Newt starts to curl up next to them in his sleep, but just like it happened with Richards he wakes up almost immediately.

Which is a shame.

Fontaine is the winner, after spending weeks secretly planning and following the magizoologist around; Newt closes his eyes while talking with him in MACUSA’s garden and the magizoologist just closes his eyes, falling asleep on Fontaine’s shoulder to the auror’s absolute delight.

He starts snuggling like a kitten, burying his face in Fontaine’s neck, but then, just after a couple of minutes he squirms uncomfortable until he begins to mumble boss name.

“Percival,” he breathes and Fontaine is glad to know his boss feelings are not unrequited after all, although he laments Newt can’t stay still, because it means he won’t stop until Fontaine takes him to Mr. Graves.

But he does, he takes Newt to Graves and when the Director first sees the magizoologist in Fontaine’s arms he worries.

“He’s just asleep, Sir,” the auror assures him, only to find Graves glaring at him.

“Give him to me,” he orders and Fontaine knows better than to argue with him that he was already going to do that. He hands Newt over and Graves looks down at him with such a fond expression on his face, Fontaine wishes he had his camera with him. Although thinking about it, he knows he could never take a picture of them, because his boss would kill him.

After that all the aurors take Newt to their boss whenever they find him asleep; Weiss swears she saw Graves kissing Newt’s forehead once. And they all begin to wish they just stopped dancing around each other because the truth is they look like they belong together.

Chapter Text

There’s something in MACUSA called the Sweetheart protocol; it started since Newt Scamander accepted Picquery’s job offer.

Because everyone that works there agrees that Newt is just too pure to know about certain things; his smiles are so beautiful to be ruined by sorrow or worry and he’s so precious they cannot let him go. And boss… their boss agreed almost immediately when he found out about the protocol, even before he asked Newt out.

Now that Newt is Percival Graves’s fiancé the some protocol rules have turned a lot more complicated, but they work quite well.

It’s not fair to hide the truth from him, but no one is going to risk their Sweetheart leaving them. Because there’s a possibility Newt would go away if he knew.

And no one wants that.

So Newt’s not allowed in the interrogation room; sometimes the aurors need information and MACUSA allows physical punishment for the aurors to get what they need.

When he offers to help, Graves usually assures him his aurors have everything under control and distracts him by mentioning something about Newt’s case. He always helps him feed his creatures those days…

Newt is not supposed to find out Queenie uses her gift to find people’s worst fear or that Tina keeps an eye on the prison cells where the guards sometimes cut one or two tongues off.

Newt must remain happy, he doesn’t need to know everything that happens in MACUSA.

It’s better that way.

Chapter Text

Percival wakes up before Newt that first morning together; he’s glad his boyfriend has fallen asleep facing him so he can stare at him properly. No, he’s not ashamed of it, he doesn’t consider it creepy; it’s only natural, Newt is breathtaking and there’s something so pure about the way he sleeps, so relaxed and peaceful.

The Director sighs and grins from ear to ear as he traces Newt’s cheekbones lightly; it’s just a fleeting touch that doesn’t wake the magizoologist up.

His freckles are adorable and now Percival has an idea how far they go. He chuckles at the thought and blushes, taking one of Newt’s hands and kissing it.

Newt smiles in his sleep and snuggles closer, but doesn’t wake up; Percival remembers how that mess of a man stumbled into his office the first time they met and how he couldn’t help but fall in love with with him almost instantly.

And he didn’t have any idea of course, he was too oblivious to notice Percival’s besotted smiles or the way that he basically gave him anything he wanted just for a smile or a shy ‘good morning’.

It took him a while to get him to understand that he wanted to ask him out, not to be 'friendly’ to him.

His lips quirk up a little bit at that memory and Percival leans closer to kiss Newt’s forehead. It’s been a couple of weeks since they have started dating and he already wants to get married. Of course he can’t ask Newt now; he doesn’t want to scare him off, but he will do eventually.

Percival Graves just has decided this beautiful man is perfect for him and he won’t stop until he makes him officially his.

“I love you,” he mumbles against his temple and finally those green eyes flutter open.

“Percy,” Newt smiles and Percival pulls him closer. “I thought I heard–did you say something?”

“Yes, I said I was going to make breakfast,” he kisses him on the nose, loving the way Newt giggles. “It’ll be just a couple of minutes.”

Newt smiles at him, still laying on Percival’s bed, tangled in the bedsheets and the auror swears to himself he’s going to see him like that every morning for the rest of his life.

Chapter Text

Theseus babbles about Newt… all the time. How amazing he is, that he has made Theseus so proud, that he’s the cutest thing that ever walked on Earth. It’s really amusing, it really is, at least until Percival asks innocently for a picture of Theseus’s brother and his friend glares at him in such a way that it looks like Percival has just committed murder.

He’s also constantly refusing to introduce the two of them, which makes Percival even more curious. Why is Theseus so overprotective of his little brother? Why is he always baring his teeth at whoever asks about him?

Percival doesn’t ask again, but he definitely doesn’t forget. He keeps it in mind until Picquery mentions the Goldsteins met him and that thanks to auror Goldstein she’s considering hiring him.

The Director is not sure if Theseus knows about it, but if he does, he has to be losing it at that very moment.

Percival chuckles, already waiting to meet Newt Scamander and knowing how biased Theseus is when it comes to his little brother, Newt will probably turn out to be a regular man with an strange profession and that’s it. Percival will be able to forget about the whole thing.

It’s weird to feel so glad about being wrong, but Percival is very much happy. When Newt walks into his office, glancing up at him just for a second only to look at the floor again, Percival understands why Theseus is so overprotective.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust in Newt’s strength, the wizard is clearly powerful (he can handle any kind of creature and has built dozens of habitats inside his case). No, it’s not that. It’s the lovely freckles and the shy smiles and those green, mesmerizing eyes; it’s the fear of someone falling in love with Newt and taking him away from Theseus.

Of course, Percival Graves doesn’t plan on stealing Newt away from his brother, but he is definitely going to court him.

Sorry, Theseus.

***

The reason why Newt never mentions he’s going to work for MACUSA to his brother it’s because he’s not sure he’s going to stay. He’s afraid of feeling trapped working in an office and quitting after a few days.

But it doesn’t happen because the aurors that work with him are so nice to him (especially Tina) but mostly because of his boss.

Mr. Graves helps him a lot; he has given him the permits he needs for all of his creatures and has told him he’s allowed to travel constantly. Both of them spend most of their time in MACUSA’s garden, sitting under a three or just inside Newt’s case while Percival does paperwork.

That is not like he used to imagine working in an office at all and Newt is pretty much happy in MACUSA.

Which is also why it always puzzles him every time he sees the aurors almost shivering when Graves is around, he’s so kind it doesn’t make sense…

Sometimes he talks to Tina about it, but her responses are just… odd.

“He’s only nice to you,” she explains while everyone around them looks in their direction, holding their breath, waiting for his reaction. “Because he’s in love.”

Fontaine gasps, but Newt just frowns, confused.

“But what does that have to do with me?”

Weiss laughs out loud, Tina facepalms herself while the others roll their eyes or just groan.

“Never change, Newt,” Richards kisses him on the cheek, leaving him even more confused.

Perhaps it’s time to write to Theseus.

Chapter Text

The first thing that comes to Percival’s mind when he sees Newt Scamander spinning around a pole using only tight shorts is that it’s one of those amazing dreams again. Then he realizes it can’t be one of his dreams because they’re in Goldstein’s office instead of his.

And that’s when he remembers he’s a very much jealous man and probably Goldstein knows that too, judging by how pale her face turns when Percival glares at her.

“This is not what it looks–”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Graves!” Newt blushes and the pink color spreads down his neck deliciously. “Queenie has been teaching me pole dancing because she says is good for my health and I was using Tina’s office to practice. It’s not her fault, she was just being a good friend.”

Friend, that’s actually a great word in Percival’s opinion, especially when his Newt uses it to describe auror Goldstein.

Mercy Lewis, he should control himself a little bit more, Newt is not his boyfriend… yet.

“You can keep practicing in my office,” he clears his throat, trying to control the heat he’s feeling on his cheeks. “It has a lot of space that I don’t use anyway.”

Newt seems to hesitate and Percival holds his breath while he waits for an answer, trying not to look at the magizoologist’s beautiful body.

“Thank you!”

***

It’s a bad idea. Newt keeps using all kinds of distracting tight shorts while he pole dances in front of Percival Graves. During that hour the Director can’t get any work done, because he’s too focused trying not to drool over his own desk while his eyes drown in the curves of Newt’s mesmerizing body.

How can someone be so unintentionally seductive?

Perhaps it’s better that way, it’s better for Newt to ignore what he does to Percival. He shouldn’t find out he has the Director of Magical Security wrapped around his little finger.

He also shouldn’t know Percival has to stay behind his desk for a while after every “performance” before getting out of his office otherwise everyone will find out how much his body appreciates Newt’s dancing.

Chapter Text

Someone lashes out at him and to Newt it’s like being a kid again when his father got mad at him for spending so much time with his mother’s hippogriffs.

He understands; they’re all just tense and Newt ran towards the box where the poachers kept the occamys and it made things a little bit more difficult for the auror that was closer to him.

But there was no other choice, at least not to him. Newt would do the same if he knew what was going to happen.

He helps the auror to stun the poachers inside the room, but the wizard still yells at him and calls him an idiot and it hurts because brings back memories he never wanted to remember.

“What did you just say?” Graves growls and for a brief moment Newt thinks the Director is mad at him, but he’s directing all of his anger at the auror.

And that poor auror just realizes what’s going on and turns pale.

“But, Sir… He could’ve ruined the whole operation just because he wanted to sa–”

“I’m glad he saved them. It would’ve been pointless to capture the poachers without saving the creatures,” Graves says and Newt looks at him with a huge smile on his face. “Now, I’ll talk with you tomorrow, do you understand?”

The auror nods and walks away as the others narrow his eyes at him as he goes, it seems Graves was not the only one that heard how he treated Newt.

“Are you okay?” The magizoologist gets startled and flustered when he feels a warm hand on his cheek. Graves’s thumb is caressing him gently.

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbles, with the box of occamys pressed to his chest.

Graves looks fondly at him.

“Do you need help with that?”

The aurors around are pretending to look at the place for more evidence, but they are actually looking at the two of them with curious, surprised eyes.

“No, I’m fine,” he mumbles, blushing.

“Alright, I need to talk with Picquery. But I’ll see you at MACUSA,” Graves smiles, kissing Newt’s forehead, leaving him quite confused.

Is he acting like that because Newt is his friend’s little brother? Well… it has to be, there cannot be any other for his behavior, right?

Chapter Text

“Newt? This gentleman says he wants to talk to you about poachers. MACUSA believes a group from America has come to England,” Albus says as the magizoologist walks in his office. So that’s the reason Albus sent his patronus all the way to the Forbidden Forest.

Newt sits next to the auror and tries not to look flustered when he realizes it’s Percival Graves, Theseus’s best friend. He’s as handsome as Newt remembers.

“Newt! I mean… Mr. Scamander, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Graves mumbles, blushing to the tip of his ears. Albus is still sitting at the other side of his desk, quirking up a curious brow at both of them.

“I’ve told you, you can call me Newt,” the magizoologist smiles.

“Then please call me Percival,” the auror insists. And then clears his throat and adds: “It’s been a while. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“I do, I’m the Care of Magical Creatures professor,” Newt’s cheeks turn pink as Percival smiles fondly at him.

“You must be a great teacher.”

“Oh, not at–”

“He’s the best,” Albus cuts Newt off, making him blush even more. Which prompts Percival to frown at professor Dumbledore. “He’s also a great friend, Mr. Graves.”

“So… you wanted to tell me something about poachers?”

Flustered, Percival nods and looks back at Newt.

“Yes… that’s the reason I came here,” he mumbles and starts explaining quickly to him about his investigation. He believes the group wants to start “business” in England. “I just wanted to ask if you have seen anything unusual lately?”

“I haven’t actually, but it’s been a month since I returned from my last trip and I’ve been in the school most of the time since then so I’m not sure…” Newt bites his lip, concerned and notices that Percival looks away suddenly.

“Perhaps you two should go to Hogsmeade to ask around?” Albus suggests, grinning. “And since it’s lunch time you should probably look for a nice place to eat…”

Newt narrows his eyes at his friend in confusion and Albus just winks at him, which only confuses him even more.

“It’s a great idea!” Percival jumps from his seat and walks towards Newt with a more confident smile that makes the magizoologist’s heart bump like crazy inside his chest. “Would you come with me, Newt?”

“Of course.”

***

There are still no signs of activity in Hogsmeade, not according to the people that live there. Percival does a couple of revealing spells to see if someone has been there that matches the description he’s been given and Newt confirms there has been no a single creature around, besides the ones he takes care of.

At the end they go to a cafeteria to have lunch and Percival decides to stop talking about the case and asks about Newt’s life instead. He seems interested in magical creatures and has been fighting to change the law in America to protect them.

“And when you decided to fight for them?” Newt asks, curious.

“After your brother introduced us,” Percival mumbles, looking a little bit shy out of the sudden.

Newt doesn’t understand why because that’s the sweetest thing he has ever heard.

Without even thinking, he leans to kiss the auror’s cheek who stares back at Newt in awe.

“Can I come here again… to see you? And maybe have lunch or dinner with you?”

Not trusting his own voice, Newt nods, blushing.

***

“How was your date, Newt?” Albus asks, without even looking away from the book he’s reading.

“It wasn't–”

“It was and you know it.”

Newt’s face looks like it’s on fire, making Albus chuckle.

Chapter Text

“Why is that wampus mad at you, Newt?” Theseus stares in shock at the creature over the Director’s desk. It’s so weird to see one of Newt’s babies upset with him.

“Actually that’s my boss…” He starts, but he’s cut off by a growl, although the wampus still doesn’t even look at him. “And also my friend, Percival Graves.”

It seems the creature doesn’t like to be refereed as friend, which is pretty interesting in Theseus’s opinion. Newt was pretty excited to introduce the two of them, but so far the wizard is not making a good first impression.

He saw him at the end of the hallway when he greeted his little brother (he couldn’t help it, he hugged him tight and kissed him all over the face) and then the man went back to his office and almost slammed the door shut. And when Theseus walked inside, there was suddenly a very pissed wampus over the desk.

It’s actually… very suspicious.

“Percy? Percy, what is it?” Newt says getting closer, but the animagus refuses to look back at him. “Why are you angry with me?”

“Mr. Graves?” A growl. Oh. Newt gets ignored and Theseus gets a growl, but he hasn’t even met the man yet! Which means there’s something about Theseus that is really annoying the Director of Magical Security. “Little one, what did you say to your boss about us?”

A snarl, the creature seems to get mad at the word us.

“That I wanted him to meet you, because you’re the most important person in the world to me of course,” Newt smiles at him, innocently.

“You know I love you, little one,” Theseus mumbles, kissing Newt’s cheek and this time he’s prepared for the next growl.

Bingo. That ridiculous man. But if he thinks Theseus is going to make it easy for him he’s completely wrong.

“Please, Percy… look at me,” Newt reaches out to him, but stops. “Can I touch you?”

The magizoologist takes the lack of growling as a yes and he starts caressing the wampus muzzle just the way he likes it.

It doesn’t take that much for Newt to have Percival purring and Theseus huffs, rolling his eyes while he does. The Director of Magical Security is absolutely ridiculous.

Finally, the creature looks back at him and Newt beams, delighted.

He sits back on the couch next to his brother, but this time the creature jumps over his lap and starts baring his teeth at Theseus.

The British auror doesn’t like him either.

“Percy? Why are you growling at my brother?”

Oh, it’s a shame, Theseus wanted for the misunderstanding to last a little bit more.

The wampus looks from one Scamander to the other and gets on the floor to turn back into his human form.

“Brother?” He smiles, trying to fix his tie, before staring at Newt, hopeful. “That’s actually gre–”

“Oh, no. That’s the opposite of great, Mr. Graves,” Theseus narrows his eyes at him. “Because if you think I approve of any of this you’re absolutely mistaken.”

Newt is just very much… confused.

“Approve of what?”

“Who says I need your approval?”

This time is Theseus the one that bares his teeth.

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“What do you think you’re doing in the middle of the hallway, Fontaine? And why is Lopez–”

“Shh! Weiss, shut up! Something is happening to our boss,” Fontaine whispers furiously, staring at the other end of the hallway.

“I think Newt broke him,” Lopez chuckles, making Weiss frown in confusion.

They’re in front of each other and Graves is pretty much so focused on the magizoologist he doesn’t notice Richards walking close to him or making that shocked, confused expression while she looks at them.

“What is–”

“Shut it!”

“I like your eyes, Mr. Graves,” Newt smiles shyly at him, while the aurors can’t believe he’s still alive after that.

And then they realize that his boss likes it, actually he seems to like Newt Scamander a lot.

“Thanks, Mr. Scamander,” Graves’s face turns into an interesting shade of red. “You look quite l-lovely as always.”

“Thank you,” the magizoologist mumbles, cheeks turning pink until his freckles disappear.

“I had no idea boss knew how to use kind words,” Lopez frowns, while the other aurors shush him.

Graves starts rubbing the back of his head, looking at Newt like he wants to tell him something else.

“Oh Mercy Lewis, he’s so bad at this,” Richards laments, trying not to stare so much, but it seems impossible.

“I was wondering, Mr. Scamander… Would you like… uh, coffee?”

“Actually, I prefer tea, Mr. Graves,” Newt smiles, having no idea how much the Director of Magical Security is struggling to ask him out.

“I can’t!” Weiss huffs. “This is torture.”

Graves clears his throat; his face looks like it’s burning, but he refuses to give up.

“Your bow tie isn’t… right, let me fix it for you.”

“An he’s a liar,” Fontaine almost gasps, watching as his boss pretends to fix a bow tie that doesn’t need any fixing just to get closer to the magizoologist who doesn’t even find suspicious that Graves decides not to use magic to do it.

“Oh, I like your hair, too,” Newt says. “Nothing is out of place. Mine is a mess.”

“But it’s a beautiful mess,” Graves mumbles and it’s really a shame Newt gets distracted by his bowtruckle.

“Thank you, Mr. Graves! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Newt grins, almost running in the opposite direction, leaving their poor boss frustrated.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Lopez mumbles and they all agree with him.

***

“What was that about, Newt?” Richards asks kindly and when the magizoologist looks back in confusion, she adds: “I mean… all those compliments?”

“Oh! Well, I’m trying to be nice to everyone in the office,” Newt beams. “I’m a bit… shy and usually don’t know how to talk to people so I decided to try something different.”

“So that was you… being nice?” Fontaine has to hold back the impulse of facepalming himself.

“Yes! And it’s working! Mr. Graves complimented me back!” Newt grins from ear to ear, excited.

“Newt, boss was… Never mind.”

It’s not going to be easy for Mr. Graves.

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Newt is the one that has catlike ears and a beautiful reddish tail and yet Graves is the one that growls and hisses like a possessive cat.

The magizoologist has no idea, but the Director of Magical Security only does that whenever someone tries to get too close to cute Newt. But it’s impossible not to get close to him; he’s precious and enthralling with those expressive ears that are always turning up or back, depending on his mood.

All MACUSA wants to caress him so Newt closes his eyes, turns his ears forward and starts purring, completely content. But it’s impossible if boss is around, if he catches someone, anyone near the magizoologist he calls them to his office and gives them paperwork for an entire month.

Sometimes he just glares at them and that’s enough for the wizard or witch to flee from the room/hallway and never come back.

“It’d be easier if you just told him how you feel, Percival,” Seraphina is constantly scolding him for his behavior, but the Director refuses to admit he has that thing simple people call ‘feelings’ he has no idea what are those.

“I don’t know what are you talking about,” he huffs, eyes betraying him in the worst way possible and following the magizoologist across the room.

“He thinks that you hate him.”

“Does he?” Graves looks at the spot where Newt was a few seconds ago and Seraphina can see the exact moment when he starts to panic. “Not that I care… of course.”

“You’re gonna die alone, Percival.”

***

It gets worse when Newt starts wearing those oversized sweaters his brother gives him (poor Theseus Scamander believes no one will look at him if he wears huge clothes).

He looks absolutely adorable in those and more tempting, which makes everyone reckless and Graves even more grumpy.

The sound that escapes from his mouth when he finds Weiss and Fontaine petting Newt is absolutely terrifying.

The two aurors know better than to stay there so they basically run away, leaving Newt petrified on the spot.

His lovely ears turn back when Graves gets closer and the Director looks at him with regret.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry,” he seems so ashamed of himself that Newt tilts his head and his ears turn forward with curiosity.

“You’re not angry with me?”

“No, I’m not.” Graves rubs the back of his head and adds: “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes, please.”

***

“Can I touch you?” Graves is blushing to the tip of his ears when he sits on the couch next to Newt.

“Of course,” the magizoologist smiles. Oh, but he doesn’t expect the pleasant sensation that overwhelms him when Graves’s fingers starts stroking behind his ears.

Inevitably, he begins to purr and to snuggle against the wizard, until he’s basically with his head over his chest.

“I’m sorry!” His cheeks turn pink as he realizes what he’s doing.

“No, it’s okay… Newt,” Graves assures, getting closer again, leaning towards him to press his lips against Newt’s

Oh, that’s so much better.

***

The aurors would like to say it gets a little bit better after the two of them start dating, but Graves is still the same possessive, jealous wizard he was before, the only difference is that he looks a lot happier now that he’s with Newt.

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The reason why everyone is praising their boss in his dueling skills is not only because he’s there with them, but also because they all want to help him woo the magizoologist.

Everyone knows Percival Graves is head over heels for Newt Scamander, except for the man himself and maybe his brother, Theseus, because he’s too busy in the Ministry to visit his lovely brother as much as he wants to. Although he suspects ‘cause he’s certainly not oblivious like Newt and poor Graves is anything but subtle.

So they’re all talking about how amazing their boss is with wandless magic and Graves is not even pretending he’s not looking at Newt expectantly.

Theseus, sitting next to his brother, moves a little bit closer and glares at the Director across the room but the other auror is too busy staring at Newt to notice Theseus’s murderous expression.

“I’ve seen him, he’s great,” Newt says with a sincere smile on his face while Graves can’t help but grin from ear to ear like the besotted dork he is. “But he’s not as experienced fighting without magic; I could beat him at hand to hand combat.”

There’s a long pause in which no one says anything, because they’re not sure if Newt is joking or not; even Graves looks a little bit confused.

Then Theseus ruffles Newt’s soft hair and kisses him on the cheek.

“He wouldn’t stand a chance, little one,” he whispers proudly, but of course nobody believes him because it’s Theseus and he’s just too biased to give an honest opinion on his brother’s skills.

Graves just nods, even though he doesn’t believe it either, but he’d agree with anything Newt says at this point.

Fontaine can’t help but snort and Tina rolls her eyes.

“You are not serious, Newt, are you?” Tina says and when the magizoologist nods she huffs: “Come on, you can't–”

“I can prove it.”

The aurors start getting excited about watching a hand to hand combat and Graves looks at Newt with concern.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Newt rolls his eyes.

“You won’t, but if you’re still worried, we can do it without hurting each other… Just… The first one to hit the floor loses? What do you think?”

Theseus seems completely calm, he’s even grinning smugly, hands on the back of his head.

“Alright, but when I win you’ll have dinner with me,” Graves’s eyes glimmer with hope and everyone knows he has now a real motivation to win.

“Okay, if you win I’ll buy you dinner,” Newt says and a couple of aurors behind him facepalm themselves. “But if I win, you’ll have to give me a permit for all my creatures for a year!”

“Newt, I can't–the permits are just for a month,” Graves protests, but stops when he sees the magizoologist’s amused grin.

“You’re worried you’ll lose?”

“Fine! I’ll give you the permit, if you defeat me.”

***

They decide to use the pentagram office.

Everyone is ready, making bets, although most of them are against Newt.

“Go easy on him, little one,” Theseus kisses his brother’s curls and Picquery wonders why those fools are not even questioning the British auror’s behavior. Why would an overprotective idiot like him let his brother wrestle with a trained auror if he wasn’t sure about Newt’s ability?

Fools, all of them.

“Ten galleons against Percival,” she whispers to Fontaine and chuckles when her auror nods in shock.

Newt takes off his coat and Graves almost drools over the floor.

“You know what, Artemis? Forget about what I just said and finish him quickly,” Theseus growls, outraged at the way his supposed “friend” is ogling at his baby brother.

The aurors realize they have made a mistake as soon as the competition starts, because Graves is strong, but Newt is incredibly fast and the Director can’t even blink in his direction because Newt is already out of his reach.

“And you haven’t seen him apparate, he’s incredible,” Theseus smirks and even Tina has to admit he’s not exaggerating this time.

“I saw him apparate midair once,” she mumbles, looking fascinated as Newt giggles at Graves’s efforts to catch him.

“He’s tiring him,” Picquery observes, grinning.

They all gasp when Graves finally puts his arms around Newt, but Theseus just shakes his head.

“Percival is an idiot,” he mumbles and they all watch as Newt puts an elbow under the Director’s arm and grabs his wrist to flip him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.

Percival Graves ends up on the floor staring in awe at Newt who’s beaming and offering his hand to help him get up; the Director takes it and once he’s face to face with Newt he blurts out: “I’m in love with you.”

Newt blushes, completely in shock.

Graves’s face turns completely red, but he decides to just go for it.

“I know that I lost, but would you like to go on a date with me anyway?”

Newt nods, smiling at the Director while the aurors start whining about all the money they will have to pay to Madam President.

“Hey, no! You can’t date my little brother without my permission!” Theseus storms towards them, already glaring at his future brother-in-law.

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How about both, nonnie?

Imagine a lovely blue earring on his left ear that suits him in such a way that makes him look even more irresistible. And his tattoos, Newt has several magical creatures tattooed on his right side and they go all the way up to shoulder, covering almost his entire arm like a sleeve.

Bunty can’t focus the day Newt decides to follow her advice and take off his shirt and she almost drops the bucket with all the mooncalves’ food. She can’t even talk that day.

It happens in MACUSA too, but that is Fontaine’s fault, because the man is curious and doesn’t know when to shut up so he asks while everyone is in the cafeteria, even Graves (although the reason he is there it’s because he wants to see Newt).

Fontaine stares at Newt’s earring for too long until Weiss elbows him, because she knows if he keeps doing that boss is going to kill him.

But Fontaine doesn’t know when to stop sometimes.

“Do you have more piercings?”

“No, just this one.”

“And what about tattoos?”

“I can show you,” Newt beams, forgetting in his excitement that everyone in the cafeteria is now staring at him.

He takes off his coat, his vest and his shirt and Graves is having an internal battle with himself; he’s not sure if he wants to see or cover the magizoologist up with his own coat so none of his idiot aurors see him.

When Newt is shirtless, the entire room gasps, because he looks like a work of art; the magic on the tattoos allows them to move a little bit over his skin like they were alive. He starts to name each one of the creatures: a dragon, an occamy, a thestral, a wampus, a phoenix… There’s like a dozen of different types of creatures…

And then the girl that works in the cafeteria drops Lopez’s sandwich and Graves curses because he just ruined his trousers with hot coffee.

Newt realizes that everyone’s looking (they’re actually ogling at him) and puts his shirt back on, blushing furiously.

After that the aurors come up with the most ridiculous excuses to trick the oblivious magizoologist into taking off his shirt, although they try to keep it from their boss, because they know he will kill them if he finds out.

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Everyone just knows that hugs and human contact in general are just not Graves’s thing. He’s definitely not a hugger and the aurors know better than to expect a pat on the shoulder or a hug when they need it, no, they usually go with the others for comfort.

But then Newt comes to work at MACUSA, with his sunshine smiles and his warm way to look at people and they all just know they have to protect him and keep him safe from their boss cold attitude.

Graves grows irritated as the days pass and they’re not sure exactly why, but it’s not something uncommon so they decide to ignore it. They graciously move Newt out of boss’s way; keeping the two of them from interacting more than necessary and keeping the magizoologist all to themselves.

One day they arrive too late at the place where the poachers where hiding three mooncalves and despite all of his efforts, Newt cannot save any of them.

It’s heartbreaking to see him collapse and covering his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

Tina and Fontaine are ready to take him out of boss’s way when Graves almost bares his teeth at them, leaving them petrified.

And then, in front of his aurors eyes, because Weiss and Kenneth have just walked in, staring in shock, Percival Graves takes Newt in his arms in a consuming, protective embrace that Newt can’t help but to snuggle against him.

Graves strokes his curls and his back and the aurors can’t believe their boss knows how to be gentle.

“I know, sweetheart,” maybe Newt is so far gone in his own sorrow to notice the endearment, but they do. “I know. But I swear to you they will pay for what they did.”

It sounds absolutely terrifying, even though they know he’s just talking about prison… Because despite of the hate in his eyes when he mentions the poachers, despite of the way it seems to hurt him every single one of Newt’s tears, he’s just talking about imprisonment, right?

It’s hard to keep him away from Newt after that; it’s actually impossible. Graves is the most kind, loving creature when he’s around the magizoologist, always putting his arms around him… sometimes in a concerning, possessive way.

But Newt seems happy and the hugs help him feel better and that’s all that matters.

If the magizoologist is happy, all MACUSA is happy as well.

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Newt starts by humming softly along with the first chords. Playing the ukulele is something he’d never do with magic, the instruments are to be played directly, to feel the passion and the pain a good musical piece can transmit.

He’s so focused thinking about the notes, the chords and the promise he made Queenie about singing that song for Jacob and her. She has been thinking about giving him a surprise for their anniversary.

He’s trying to practice because he wants it to be perfect and he doesn’t pay attention to the enthralled wizard walking in the room. He doesn’t see Percival nor he hears him gasp as Newt starts to sing.

“Wise men say only fools rush in,” he closes his eyes to hear himself and the ukulele, to feel the vibration of the strings under his fingers.

Percival freezes in front of him as he feels his own heart beating along with Newt’s soft voice.

“But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Newt smiles, thinking about all the things his friends have done for him and how much he wants to do something special for them.

He starts humming again and goes to the second verse, he’s unaware of Percival and the way he’s staring at him with the expression of a man that has realized he’s completely in love.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too,” Newt’s eyes open wide at the sound of the deep voice, but he doesn’t stop playing. He smiles at the Director of Magical Security, glad to discover a new side of him. Graves blushes to the tip of his ears when their eyes meet. “For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

“That’s great, Mr. Graves!” Newt beams at him. “I didn’t know you liked that song.”

“Actually, Newt…” Graves touches his hand and the magizoologist feels his cheeks turn red. “I had to idea how much I loved y–that song until you started to sing.”

There’s something in his eyes, a glimmer that Newt doesn’t know how to interpret, but that makes him feel flustered.

“I’m sorry, I promised Queenie I would have lunch with her,” he says before rushing towards the door.

He doesn’t notice Percival smiling fondly at him as he goes, he also doesn’t know the auror has promised himself he would make Newt fall for him too.

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They know Graves likes the consultant magizoologist, it’s not that hard to guess; boss is constantly staring at Newt like he wants to take him in his arms and never let go or he just starts drooling whenever Newt takes off his coat or bends over to look for Pickett, because sometimes the bowtruckle hides under Graves’s desk.

The Director is anything but subtle, although Newt is usually completely oblivious which helps balance things a little bit.

But it also makes Graves suffer, because no matter what he does to flirt or try to court him, he just can’t get his message across. On the other hand, Picquery seems to be having the time of her life by watching her most composed, strict auror struggle and stammer whenever the magizoologist is around.

However, they have no idea if the magizoologist is into their boss and they’re concerned about Graves getting his heart completely broken even though Queenie insists there’s nothing to worry about.

But then Graves comes back from the bar in which they suspected there were several occamys hidden to be sold later, and brings all the three creatures for Newt to take care of, after fighting with four poachers to save them. He takes out the creatures from his coat pockets (to protect them from the cold) and hands them to a very surprised Newt.

He’s looking at their boss in a way he has never done. Then, he makes sure the occamys are fine, puts them inside his case and pulls Graves by the tie to press their lips together.

The Director freezes, completely in shock and Newt pulls away, blushing and trying to apologize.

Graves rolls his eyes and takes him in his arms and kisses him like he’s been starving, like there’s no one else around even though pretty much all of his aurors are staring at them.

Newt moans and Graves press him closer against his body, hands on his waist.

Richards blushes and covers her eyes because those two seem to be devouring each other.

They don’t pull apart until the need to breathe is unbearable and Picquery has to clear her throat twice so they both stop staring into each other’s eyes like the besotted idiots they are.

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Newt realizes (a little bit too late perhaps) that Graves is in love with him when he manages to get him out of that basement; Newt is injured and can’t keep fighting no matter how much he wants to.

Some of the poachers escaped and others died trying to; all because one of them hit the flames with a spell that shouldn’t be used in that way and suddenly everything was on fire.

He starts sobbing because he knows there’s a baby Niffler in there that’ll get consumed by the fire if he doesn’t do something soon, but he’s too weak and he’d never ask anyone to risks their life. He can’t.

Graves leaves him on the ground, puts his coat around him and kneels, cupping his face in his hands.

“Newt, what is it?” Dark eyes are looking at him with concern. “Where does it hurt? Please talk to me.”

“I’m fine,” he sobs. “My leg will get better, it’s just… One of the baby Nifflers is still there.”

“I’m so sorry, Newt,” Tina gets closer and puts a hand over his shoulder. “But you can’t get back inside. We’re going to secure the area so the fire can’t get out.”

Graves looks from Newt to the house and nods, it’s a very subtle gesture; like he’s been talking to himself and came to a decision.

“You’re gonna stay here, Newt, alright?” He smiles, before kissing his forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sir, what do you think you're–” it’s too late. Tina and the other aurors watch in horror as Graves runs back inside.

Newt is too surprised to react.

“Oh boy. He really loves you,” Weiss whispers and Newt decides to deal with the revelation later because he’s afraid something will happen to Graves.

Because of him.

He tries to get up, but Tina glares at him.

“Oh, no. You won’t get in there, do you hear me?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re hurt… Graves is going to be fine.”

But Newt can see she’s worried too.

It’s an eternal nightmare, but Graves does go back, when Newt is about to do something, anything to get inside.

The magizoologist stands up, Graves’s coat still on his shoulders and gasps with tears in his eyes as the Director hands him the little creature.

Newt sighs, relieved, when he realizes they’re both okay.

Tina yells something at the others about securing the area.

“Luckily, they all seem to love my pocket watch,” Graves smiles and his eyes open wide when Newt pulls him by the tie. “Newt?”

The magizoologist doesn’t think twice and kisses him on the mouth, lips quirking up as he feels a pair of hands on his hips and Graves moans before kissing back like he’s been starving for months.

“Thank you,” Newt whispers, blushing.

“If I ask you out to dinner will I get another thank you like that one?” Graves mumbles, hands still on Newt’s hips.

“Yes, maybe more than one,” Newt giggles, watching the Director of Magical Security turning bright red.

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Love is that first time Newt walks into his office and smiles shyly at Percival before telling him he considers MACUSA is doing a terrible job protecting magical creatures.

Percival can see auror Goldstein turning pale, trying to take her friend by the arm and taking him out of the room.

But the Director is not mad, he is oddly charmed by Newt’s unique personality.

“That’s because we’re not protecting them, Mr. Scamander.”

“Exactly,” Newt says.

And Percival laughs and it feels so good to do that since the incident with Grindelwald. It’s amazing to feel warm and joyful again.

Love is going into that infamous case and look at each and every single one of the (dangerous) creatures in there so he can do a permit for all of them and Newt can be happy and stay in New York for a while.

Percival also makes sure to remind the magizoologist when he has to renew them and tell Seraphina (who always smiles amusedly at him whenever he talks about Newt) that seriously they all are harmless.

Love is Newt getting angry at him because he is still in MACUSA and it’s late and he hasn’t slept well in a while. His magizoologist takes him by the hand and offers to stay with him if he doesn’t want to be alone.

And Percival doesn’t want to be alone. Newt stays with him one night and because finding him the next morning in his kitchen, pouring himself tea and smiling at him is just so… perfect, Percival tells him he can move in with him because “It’d be easier that way for you, Mr. Scamander, my house is bigger than auror Goldstein’s apartment anyway.”

And Newt moves in with him and it’s a mess, and it takes a long time for him to get used to the Niffler stealing his pocket watch, to Pickett arguing with Newt and find the demiguise sleeping on his bed, but it’s also wonderful.

It’s wonderful to hear Newt’s laughter, to be handed a cup of coffee in the morning and just watch Newt walking around the house with nothing but an oversized sweater and stockings.

But love is also arguing with Newt because Percival worries and he doesn’t want him to risk his life. It’s having a heart attack every time MACUSA finds a dangerous and angry creature and he has to watch as Newt approaches with nothing to protect him, but his skills and knowledge.

It’s every single tear that falls from his eyes when Newt is hurt, it’s the fury he feels when he finds out who caused him pain.

It’s Percival trying to woo Newt and him looking back in confusion.

But love is also saying it out loud, risking everything, waiting for a response.

“I love you,” Percival says when he can’t keep it to himself anymore, when all his attempts at asking Newt out have failed.

And love… Love is also seeing the tears in Newt’s eyes as he leans to press his forehead against Percy’s before mumbling: “I love you, too.”

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Percival Graves is not pleased to find out Vinda Rosier, former ballet instructor and supposed owner of a dance company, had worked for Gellert Grindelwald all this time and no one in MACUSA realized it until she was gone.

Now, they have some reports that claim she was the only follower that worked in the ballet academy of New York City, but Percival is not going to make another mistake and now all the people in there are under investigation.

The witch that replaced Rosier, Queenie Goldstein, is sister of one of his aurors, Tina, and still Percival interrogates her as he would with any other suspect.

Although when he finds out she’s a legilimens, he decides to make her work for him during the rest of the interrogations.

Percival decides to make it look like they’re working on a missing person’s case and not actually looking for a dark witch that works for Gellert Grindelwald.

It seems most of the instructors, employees and ballet dancers didn’t know who Rosier really was, but Percival finds out that the witch was particularly interested in one of the ballet dancers.

“Newt is a sweetheart!” Queenie smiles fondly. “I’ve listened to his thoughts before, he just thought Rosier wanted him to be in her company. Besides, he’s the best we have!”

“I want to talk to him anyway,” Percival narrows his eyes and Queenie mentions something like ‘he must be practicing his routine’ and she leads him to one of those dancing rooms where there walls are covered with mirrors.

It just takes a glance for him to freeze, a glimpse for him to feel completely mesmerized. The man is dancing with his heart and soul, moving with grace around the room and Percival tries to walk in and almost bumps into one of the mirrors.

Queenie giggles behind him and the man with freckles and reddish hair stops to look at them.

His green eyes look at him with curiosity and Percival feels himself blush.

But he’s a professional, he’s the Director of Magical Security and he’s definitely not compromised.

And he’s definitely not in love.

“I’m Percival Graves,” he introduces himself and the man–Newt does the same, smiling shyly.

Although Percival doesn’t shake his hand, because he has no self-control, instead he kisses the back of Newt’s freckled one and thinks it’s worth it just to see his cheeks turn pink.

“I’m the auror in charge of the investigation of Miss Rosier’s disappearance.”

“I hope she’s okay,” Newt says, worried. “Vinda was always kind to me. She wanted me to join her company, but I told her I was not prepared for that yet.”

“Did she use to talk to you a lot then?”

“No, but she liked to watch my routines, one time she mentioned her associate was really excited to meet me. She used to say he walked outside the building just to watch me dance,” Newt explains.

“Did she mention his name?” Percival mumbles, wondering if she was talking about Grindelwald or another of his followers.

“No that I remember,” Newt shakes his head.

The Director looks at Queenie who just nods to confirm he’s telling the truth.

Percival tries hard not to look at Newt’s thighs and clears his throat to focus.

He curses himself before doing something he knows it’s a mistake.

“I just need to ask you a couple of questions about Miss Rosier,” he says, purposely avoiding looking at Queenie. “But I’m a bit hungry so maybe we can discuss this over dinner? Just the two of us?”

“Of course, Mr. Graves,” Newt smiles. “I’m just going to take a shower first. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t tell a word to your sister about this,” he tells Queenie and the witch nods with a knowing smirk on her face.

“All your secrets are safe with me, Mr. Graves!” She giggles. “Good luck on your date!”

She walks away before he can say anything else and when Newt comes back, with a lovely blue coat that complements his eyes just the right way and Percival groans internally.

“I’m ready,” Newt says, smiling so sweetly at him that Percival has to fight another blush.

He’s so screwed, isn’t he?

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Newt doesn’t want to run away from his problems, he doesn’t want to hide in MACUSA anymore, he wants to go back to his own house.

So he goes back to Richard the next day to talk to him about the divorce.

But he has company this time and he’s really glad to have Theseus and Percival with him, because for a long time he felt like he was alone in the world, like he didn’t have anything but his creatures to keep him company.

“So you finally decided to crawl back to me, huh?” Richard opens the door with a smile on his face, the same that vanishes as soon as he sees Percival and Theseus. He’s too shocked and scared of the Director’s glare that he moves out of the way to let the three wizards inside.

“Actually… I want a divorce, Richard,” Newt tells him, completely serious. He’s nervous, but he’s not afraid, not anymore. “And I want you to get out of my house.”

“What? What are you talking about, Newt?” Richard’s anger makes him forget for a moment he’s not alone with him. “Do you really think your parents are gonna approve of this? Sorry, babe, but you’re mine forever.”

Newt shakes his head and frowns.

“I don’t care what my parents think anymore. So please get out–”

Richard makes an attempt to grab Newt’s wrist, but the magizoologist takes out his wand and points at him with it.

“Don’t touch me,” Newt’s voice is shaking, his mind is already full of those memories he didn’t want to remember.

“It was your brother, wasn’t it? Always filling your beautiful head with lies,” Richard spits, looking from the British auror to the American one. “Or it was this idiot? Have you been cheating on me with him? Have you been spreading your legs like the who–”

He doesn’t get to finish, because Percival Graves hits him so hard in the face the man falls on the ground.

“I’m glad you did that, Percival,” Theseus says. “Because I would’ve killed him if he had finished that sentence.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Newt doesn’t hate Richard, but it seems he doesn’t like him either, not even a little bit, because he doesn’t feel sorry for him.

***

Theseus has to go back to England, but Percival stays with him almost all the time, he keeps him company when he has to go sign the divorce papers, fortunately, Richard is too scared to refuse to sign them and he actually leaves Newt alone after that.

Percival is there with him after Newt’s mother fire-calls him to tell him how disappointed she is in him, and Newt feels a little bit down after that and spends the rest of the afternoon in Percival’s arms.

After a month he realizes he might like the Director a little bit too much and tries to put some distance between the two of them.

But that’s a mistake. One that ends up hurting both of them.

“I’m sorry,” Newt apologizes after a week.

“Did I do something wrong?” Percival asks instead and Newt feels even worse.

He shakes his head.

“No, I did that because I… Because I like you more than a friend should. I’m sorry.”

Percival smiles and it’s the most sincere, hopeful gesture Newt has ever seen.

“Oh, Newt. You oblivious, precious, beautiful man,” the Director sighs, staring fondly at him. “How have you not noticed? I’ve been in love with you since I met you. I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date, but I thought it’d be better to wait until you were ready.”

Newt has tears in his eyes when he jumps into Percival’s arms.

“I’m ready now.”

Chapter Text

Newt’s not sure exactly why, but he suddenly ends up in charge of Percival Graves that particular day. Sure, he considers him his friend now, but he truly believes Picquery is exaggerating when she says that he’s the only one Percival would listen to.

But he worries about him so he walks a little bit shyly into his office that afternoon (after being told by the President herself that Percival stayed in MACUSA the night before). Newt can see it, the exhausted look in his eyes, those shadows under them and the way his hands shake every now and then.

“Hi, Percival,” he mumbles and the wizard looks up at him with a smile on his face.

“I’ve missed you,” the auror admits and since they saw each other yesterday, Newt truly thinks it’s actually the tiredness speaking.

He takes a deep breath.

“Percival, did you sleep last night?”

The Director grumbles something that sounds very much like “Seraphina, you traitor” and stares back at Newt with a little bit of embarrassment.

“I’m not tired,” he says, although that’s not an answer at all.

Newt takes Percival’s hand and the man looks at their hands together, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Sit with me on the couch,” Newt smiles and tries not to chuckle when he hears the Director sigh. He knows that sigh, it’s when Percival agrees to sign up a permit for Newt, it’s when he allows Newt to participate during a dangerous case, it’s when he gives Newt back the Niffler without a word even though the creature keeps stealing, or at least trying to, his pocket watch.

“That’s not fair, Newt,” he groans this time, but rises from his chair to follow the magizoologist to the couch.

“Why not?”

“Because I’d do anything for you,” Percival tells him and Newt honestly had no idea that was true.

They both sit on the couch and Percival gets a little bit closer than usual, even though he mentions that he has a lot of work to do.

“But you also need to rest every now and then,” Newt says and starts to tell him about hippogriffs behavior.

Percival fights to stay awake, he fights to listen to Newt, even though the magizoologist chose the most common details about hippogriffs on purpose.

The Director doesn’t last too much awake; Newt gasps when Percival leans forward to put his head on the magizoologist’s lap.

“Newt,” he mumbles in his sleep, lips quirking up at the mention of his name.

The magizoologist blushes, but doesn’t push the Director away.

“I love you.”

Now, Newt knows the wizard has no idea what he’s saying and that his words are probably not actually directed at him at all.

But his heart seems to respond to them anyway.

Newt knows it doesn’t mean anything and Percival will probably forget he even said something like that.

It’s okay, he knows they’re just friends.

Nothing more.

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“Now… that’s completely illogical, isn’t it?”

Percival walks out of his office, only to find the infamous magizoologist in MACUSA’s hallway, looking at two of his junior aurors with a very… determined expression.

He knows they’re talking about him, he has heard what some of MACUSA’s workers say; that he’s not as powerful or skilled as everyone says he is, because he wouldn’t have been kidnapped by Grindelwald if that was the case.

The rumors hurt him at first but then he had just decided to just ignore them.

“It doesn’t make any sense what you’re saying,” Newt Scamander, a man he barely knows, the man whom Grindelwald sentenced to death wearing Percival’s face, tells the two confused aurors. “Listen, Grindelwald was not looking for a weak wizard to impersonate, otherwise he would’ve chosen any auror or perhaps a regular employee. No, he was interested in a position of power; he needed to have access to all the information possible in order to look for Credence and that’s why he chose the Director of Magical Security. Now, have you actually read the files? I bet you haven’t because it’s clear that Grindelwald had time to plan how he was going to capture Mr. Graves, he probably studied him and prepared himself based on the Director’s weakness and strengths. And Mr. Graves still fought back, isn’t that amazing? Grindelwald planned how to take him down, but couldn’t do it immediately because his target managed to resist the attack. I cannot see a man like that as ‘weak’ as you were saying.”

Everyone around is speechless after that, even Percival himself who hasn’t blushed in years and at that moment feels his face growing hot with every single word that comes out of Newt Scamander’s beautiful mouth.

Why is he defending him anyway? They don’t even know each other, at least not officially.

The two junior aurors seem to have lost their ability to speak so they just look from the magizoologist to their feet.

“You’re right,” says one, but both of them agree with him before running away, almost ashamed.

Satisfied, the magizoologist turns around only to realize that Percival Graves is outside his office, frozen in shock.

“I’m Newt Scamander, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” the man smiles, offering his hand like nothing has happened.

“Percival Graves,” he mumbles in return, even though he knows it’s not necessary. He feels his lips quirk up into a full grin as he adds, “And believe me the pleasure is mine.”

“I’ve been looking for Tina, she mentioned in her letters that she had a new office, but I have no idea where it is. Can you help me?”

Of course he’d be looking for auror Goldstein.

Percival does help Newt and he also offers himself to walk him there while he makes a mental note to ask him out later.

Because he decides then and there that he’s definitely going to woo Newt Scamander.

Chapter Text

“I’m hungry, Newt,” the magizoologist turns around when he hears his boyfriend’s deep voice; normally he’s the one that makes the dinner when he gets home from work.

But then, Newt realizes that Percival is staring at him, eyes turning even darker as the lust starts to consume him. His eyes roam all over the magizoologist’s body and Newt remembers that he’s only wearing the stockings and that old sweater.

“Is that my sweater, sweetheart?” Percival takes off his coat and the scarf and moves closer, like a predator preparing to devour his prey. “It’s too big for you… It’s constantly falling off your shoulder.”

Newt shivers when he feels lips pressed against said shoulder and tries to move away, but Percival growls. The magizoologist holds back a chuckle.

“I thought you were hungry,” Newt says and gasps when Percival’s teeth sink into his soft neck. After the initial pain that bite feels… absolutely great.

“I’m starving, my love,” Percival moans, taking him by the waist, lifting him as he weighed nothing and sitting him on the couch. He spreads Newt’s legs and makes his underwear disappear. He pulls up Newt’s ridiculous, oversized sweater just to expose his creamy belly and his delicious thighs, full of freckles.

“Percy, uhh… maybe we should–ah!” Newt forgets everything he wanted to say the moment Percival’s fingers close around his erection. He gives a few strokes while he mumbles the spell to get Newt completely wet and wide open.

“My love, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, swallowing Newt’s moans as he kisses him aggressively.

Percival always turns a little bit possessive when he’s around Newt, especially when they’re in bed.

“We should go to the bedroom,” Newt whines when the strokes stop suddenly. Percival chuckles against his lips, unzips his trousers just to let his cock out.

“That’s for later, sweetheart,” he purrs. “We’re just getting started.”

Newt has to admit the promise excites him, especially now that Percival’s hard cock is pressed against his pink hole, just teasing it.

“Please,” Newt sobs and Percival has mercy on him that time because he leans to kiss his forehead right before pushing inside. It’s a quick, hard thrust that leaves Newt panting, enjoying the sensation of being filled.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Percival is breathing heavily and Newt knows he’s trying to stop himself from keep thrusting.

“I’m fine, Percy,” Newt sighs impatiently. “Move, now!”

Percival chuckles at the way his magizoologist says it, so impatient for his cock that he doesn’t make him wait any longer and starts pounding fast and hard. The sound of flesh against flesh is almost obscene and it’s even worse when the couch begins to creak under them.

“You look handsome with that suit,” Newt’s nails dig into the fabric as his toes curl up because of how deep Percival is thrusting.

“I know you love it,” the Director groans, taking Newt’s long legs and putting them over his shoulders, the change of position does the trick and his sweet boyfriend screams when Percival starts hitting his sweet spot.

Newt is overwhelmed by pleasure and even though Percival can tell, he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t give Newt a break and the magizoologist begins to see stars.

He feels the sweat on the back of his head, on his neck and thighs; Percival grabs his wet curls and pulls, just to bite one more time while he keeps pounding inside him.

“Percy, I think I'm–Percy!” He screams because the Director just thrusts harder, groaning and moaning over Newt’s skin, whispering his name over and over.

Newt comes over his sweater, he shivers and almost sobs because of the overwhelming pleasure he feels as he’s being fucked through the aftershocks.

Percival kisses him when he comes, moaning over Newt’s lips as he gives a final thrust.

“You’re mine,” he sighs, pulling him closer, still buried inside him. “Mine, only mine. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

Newt rolls his eyes, although he’s too tired to argue so he just chuckles, amused.

“Yours,” he says.

Chapter Text

Percival doesn’t normally get out of the Underworld unless is extremely necessary and that day is not exactly urgent, but Queenie, one of his advisors, assured him he needed to see the world every now and then.

He doesn’t see the point. There’s nothing that can possibly interest him there. Sure it’s brighter than the Underworld and has more flowers in it, but it’s not that… out of the ordinary.

But then he sees him.

He’s luminous and absolutely breathtaking and his curls are something between red and golden and his face is completely covered in freckles and it’s like Percival is looking at the stars.

And he’s… dancing. How is Percival supposed to survive if the man is moving his body like that with those long legs of his completely exposed?

Percival freezes for a moment, because he knows he has no right to touch something like that; Death is not supposed to cover in darkness something so… alive and happy. But Death is possessive and doesn’t really care about rules besides his.

“Good morning,” it seems that despite of spending so much time down there he remembers his manners still.

The man turns around and smiles at him in a way Percival immediately feels weak on the knees. He doesn’t like to feel vulnerable and yet now he loves it.

“Good morning! I haven’t seen you around here before,” the man comments; he looks at Percival with curiosity and the god blushes under that stare. “Oh! You’re from the Underworld! You’re Death.”

He’s not afraid of him and Percival has to process the fact that the man is still looking at him with that beautiful smile on his face.

He’s perfect.

“I’m Percival Graves.” He introduces himself, taking the man’s hand in his to kiss his knuckles.

“Newt Scamander,” his cheeks turn slightly pink when Percival finally lets go of his hand. “My brother likes to call me Artemis though.”

“Who’s your brother?”

“Theseus,” he says happily while Percival screams internally.

He knows the Sun, he’s seen him in his human form and has talked to him. He’s always telling everyone about his precious little brother and how he’d never allow anyone to court him.

It doesn’t matter, Percival is going to court Newt anyway and he’s going to marry him and have beautiful babies with him.

Newt must look beautiful pregnant, belly completely round, perfect for Percival to kiss every morning.

***

They spend the afternoon together, sitting on the grass while Percival weaves flowers into his reddish hair and Newt talks to him about the creatures he’s taking care of.

“‘Seus will be here in a couple of hours,” Newt comments happily. “I’d like you to meet him.”

He has met him and because of that he knows Theseus would never approve. He’d take Newt away if he had the chance.

Take him now. The voice in his head sounds really tempting and starts to make sense. Because he’d never have another opportunity.

“I’m sorry, Newt,” he mumbles, although he’s sure he’ll forgive him… eventually.

“Sorry for what?”

Instead of answering, Percival uses his magic to make him fall asleep and takes him in his arms.

***

“Sir, why are you carrying Theseus’s sunshine?” Tina asks him nervously as soon as he arrives at the Underworld.

“Is Newt here? Oh!” Even Queenie is completely in shock and she doesn’t get surprised often. “Is he asleep?”

Percival nods and looks fondly at the man in his arms, nuzzling his neck, drowning in his sweet scent.

“I’m going to marry him,” he grins from ear to ear at them and although Tina’s really glad to see the god happy for once, she feels like she’s about to have a heart attack.

Theseus is going to be so pissed.

“I told you it was a bad idea, Queenie!” She whispers furiously at her sister. “He was supposed to have a good time up there, not to bring himself a consort!”

“Oh, Teenie… But look at him he’s so happy!”

“What about Newt? And what about Theseus? He’s going to be livid when he finds out!”

They were all in trouble. Big trouble.

Chapter Text

As soon as Percival sees him, he knows what’s going on, he recognizes very well the feeling, the behavior and the constant fear.

Theseus does not; he’s desperate to have Newt in his arms again after the group of poachers had him for weeks.

He tries to take him in his arms and Newt just flinches away, scared for a moment, like he doesn’t even recognize his own brother.

Of course, Theseus is hurt.

“I’m so sorry–”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Percival tells him and Newt looks back at him like he didn’t know he was in the same room.

“He’s right, little one,” Theseus stares at his own feet, a little bit ashamed. “I’m the one who should apologize… I–”

“It’s… It’s okay, ‘Seus,” he mumbles, but Percival looks at the shadows under his eyes and he knows it’s not. It’s not okay.

“Great, because we need to go back to London,” Theseus says and tries to touch him again. “Right. Sorry.”

“Do you want to go back to London, Newt?” Percival asks, feeling a strange and irresistible need to protect him.

Newt looks back at Theseus and then at Percival, he shakes his head avoiding looking at his brother.

Before the Director can ask anything else, Newt speaks again.

“Grindelwald did… the same to you, right?”

“He kidnapped me, yes.”

Newt nods, realizes the Director doesn’t want to discuss any details about that.

“They–the poachers…” Newt stops suddenly, shivering a little bit and Percival has to stop himself from taking him in his arms. “Can I stay with you… for a while?”

“Of course, Newt.”

Theseus is not very pleased with the idea, but he agrees because it’s the best he can do for his little one at the moment.

***

Newt likes Percival house, especially after the Director starts explaining to him every single one of the spells and curses he put to protect the house.

He gives him a bedroom, although he tells him he can still sleep inside his case if he wants or even in the living room, because it seems Newt feels better in a large space.

The first few nights are horrible, Percival hears the screaming coming down stairs and apparates in the living room just to make sure Newt’s okay, but he feels… useless when he actually gets there. He knows exactly what Newt’s going through, but he has no idea if Newt wants company or comfort.

Instead, he goes to the kitchen and makes some hot chocolate and gives a mug filled with it to Newt without making a comment about the screams.

“Did you have nightmares?”

“I still have them, but not as often as I used to.”

“How do you deal with them?” Newt looks up at him and Percival sits next to him on the couch, giving him enough space to move if he wants to.

“I remind myself where I am, that I’m safe,” he mumbles, still waking up alone in a house that’s probably for an entire family doesn’t help at all. “Try to think about what makes you happy or what you care about and try to sleep again, I know it’s difficult, but at least try for a couple of minutes.”

It gets a little bit better, but it seems it’s not enough because one night Newt walks into his room, curls a complete mess over his head and cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course, Newt,” Percival moves so he can make room on the bed for the magizoologist and although at first he thinks is going to be a disaster it turns out to be a great idea. It’s like their bodies fit together somehow.

Because even though they both try to stay on their side of the bed, they always end up completely intertwined and Percival tries to ignore how much he likes to wake up to a face full of freckles and a messy, reddish hair.

Not all nights are great though, sometimes Newt wakes up screaming and tries to push Percival away. He punched the Director in the face, once.

But Percival doesn’t get angry with him, he understands and tries to calm Newt down, assuring him that he’s there to protect him, that his case is safe and that all his creatures would hurt anyone that dares to lay a finger on their Mummy.

Newt chuckles at that and manages to go back to sleep while Percival curses himself because…

He’s in love. And he shouldn’t, he’s helping Newt and would never take advantage of the situation.

Oh, but how amazing is to have someone at his side, to wake up from a nightmare only to feel gentle arms around him.

“It’s okay, Percy,” Newt whispers with a kind smile. “I’ll take care of you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Oh, but you are. You’re leaving me soon. And I’ll watch you as you fade from my life. Percival thinks, tearing up and he’s glad when he realizes Newt probably believes his tears are because of the nightmare.

Then, because he has not enough problems, waking up to a beautiful man whom he’s in love with starts leaving him quite… uncomfortable.

He has to run to the bathroom to deal with his “problem” before Newt wakes up every single morning.

“We cannot sleep together anymore,” Percival tells him and he hates himself when Newt looks back at him like he’s been slapped.

“Oh. I understand. If–You should’ve said that earlier,” Newt says, expression twisted in pain. “I know I can be annoying sometimes–”

“You make me hard,” Percival blurts out, without thinking. And when he realizes what he did, he feels his face burning and just wants for the Earth to swallow him. “I’m so sorry, Newt…”

“It doesn’t bother me,” the magizoologist mumbles and Percival cannot say who is more red. “I mean we can… if you want.”

“No. I don’t want to,” Percival says and honestly Seraphina was right all along, he’s awful with words.

“Sorry, I’ll… go.”

“No, don’t,” Percival takes his hand. “I mean that I don’t want it to be like this… I don’t want it to be just sex. I want more from you, Newt. So I beg you, if you only want sex, then please… leave me alone.”

Newt walks towards him slowly, carefully and presses his lips against his gently.

“I’d love to have a date with you first… or maybe a couple, actually.”

Percival knows he’s smiling like an idiot, but he doesn’t care at all. He’s in love and has his love right in his arms.

***

Theseus is not pleased at all with the news; he treats Percival like he has just betrayed him.

“You were supposed to take care of my brother, not to fall in love with him!”

Newt says he’ll get over it soon, but Percival is not so sure about it.

Chapter Text

When both Goldstein sisters walk in his office with concern in their faces, Percival knows something’s wrong.

“Newt said he was going to arrive yesterday and he hasn’t even send me a patronus to explain the reason of his delay,” auror Goldstein’s voice sounds weird, almost like she’s about to tear up and that’s something that never happens.

“He’s never late,” Queenie adds, looking at the ground with the most sad expression Percival’s ever seen; she’s always cheerful.

Now, the problem is that by that moment Percival has already met Newt Scamander; it was thanks to him that the Director was found and the second time he came to New York, Percival did everything in his power to meet him and thank him.

And he had fallen in love with Newt like a twelve-year-old; at first glance, just because a cute magizoologist smiled at him shyly and blushed to the tip of his ears. He didn’t want to admit it at first (he had told himself he had no time for that) but it was hard to keep denying it when he started to stammer and blush every time Newt was around.

Of course, Newt hasn’t noticed yet and Percival is afraid of being rejected so he hasn’t made any attempt to tell him.

Percival looks at the women one more time before nodding and casting a patronus to alert some of his aurors. He’s scared and worried, but needs to control it if he wants the rescue mission to succeed.

Because he’s sure they’re gonna find Newt. They have to.

The aurors start using tracking spells around the area where the Goldsteins apartment is in; Percival is the first to find signs of him. And notices that he had walked into a bar the day before, it was late at night.

Since he’s not a patient man, he doesn’t bother to change his appearance to enter the place, even though half of the people in there immediately recognize he’s an auror.

Good, it’d be better to interrogate them if they have an idea of the problem they’re in. Some of the wizards and witches in the bar try to escape, but by that moment his aurors are blocking every entrance.

“Have you seen this man?” Percival tries not to look desperate, even though he’s almost trembling in concern.

The man behind the counter stares at the picture in the Director’s hand and nods with an odd glimmer in his eyes.

“It’s difficult to forget such a beauty,” he comments and Percival tries not to growl. “He was talking with the man in the grey coat over there and one of his lady friends. They got out of here together.”

Percival doesn’t have time to give in his desire to hurt the wizard, so he just tells Weiss to get him an order to extract some of his memories. Sadly for the man, tied with magic to the chair, in his memory Newt gets seriously hurt; he had tried to buy all the dragon eggs the man and his group were trafficking, but a witch recognized him and they captured him even though he assured them his intention was never to call MACUSA.

He was tortured and every single one of the wounds in his body hurt Percival like he was the one being hurt.

By the time Percival finishes watching the memory and knows the exact location where they’re keeping Newt, he’s fuming. He wonders if something of that fury and hate can be seen in his eyes because every time the man looks at him he starts begging for mercy.

Luckily for him Percival doesn’t have any time to waste.

***

As soon as his aurors take the place and Percival storms inside, he turns into a weapon. He doesn’t have the time to make everyone pay, but he makes sure the curses he uses to defeat them are the most painful ones he can remember.

The case is fine, the poachers knew better than to try get inside a place full of dangerous and loyal magical creatures.

But Newt? Oh, they had no mercy on him. He’s on the floor, unconscious. He’s bleeding, has a black eye and multiple bruises all over his pale skin.

Percival almost tears up at the sight. He wants to turn around and hurt the wizards responsible, but Newt is his priority.

He stops the bleeding, takes him in his arms and apparates with Queenie into her apartment; he would have liked to take Newt to his own house, but he knows the magizoologist will feel more comfortable with them.

It takes a whole day for Newt to wake up; at least he stays unconscious the majority of the time Percival is using the most difficult healing spells, because he knows some of them hurt a lot.

He refuses to leave his side, even though both of the Goldstein sisters offer him to take his place.

Percival doesn’t want to be far from that man… anymore. He wants to stay at his side for the rest of his life and sobs a little bit when he realizes how in love he is.

He pushes away some of the curls that have fallen over his eyes so gently that Queenie can’t help but sigh.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“I suppose that wasn’t difficult to guess considering your abilities, Miss Goldstein.”

“Oh, not at all, Mr. Graves! You’re great at occlumency, it’s impossible for me to hear anything you think. However the way you look at him… it’s pretty much obvious.”

Percival smiles fondly at Newt, takes his hand and kisses it.

“I suppose it is,” he finally admits.

“He’ll be fine,” she mumbles, a little bit worried.

“I know he will.”

***

The first thing Newt does when he opens his eyes is to ask for his creatures, Percival doesn’t think he recognizes him; Newt’s too tired and weak to think about anything else. As soon as the Director assures him the Goldsteins have been taking care of them, Newt nods, sighing in relief and closes his eyes again.

The second time he wakes up, it’s Percival the one asleep, face on the bed, next to Newt. He opens his eyes when he feels skilled fingers running through his hair.

“Thank you,” Newt mumbles with that beautiful shy smile of his.

Percival nods and blushes. But he doesn’t leave his side; Newt has still not recovered his strength completely, so Percival takes the opportunity to carry him around whenever he needs to.

He learns a lot about magical creatures; he leaves Newt on the ground and listens as the magizoologist gives him precise instructions on how to take care of each of his creatures. In less than a week Newt’s babies start to trust him.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“I know, but I want to,” Percival says right before giving him the first kiss on the cheek.

Newt blushes beautifully.

When he gets better, Percival keeps him in his office all the time to keep an eye on him; Newt has started to walk (although with some difficulty) and the Director has developed a not that normal sense of overprotection.

He’s constantly hissing at anyone that gets too close to the magizoologist. One day he almost bared his teeth at Theseus because the auror hugged his little brother a little bit too tight and Newt grimaced in pain.

Perhaps spending so much time inside the case is affecting him.

“You’ve been taken good care of him,” Theseus observes, once Newt walks out of the office to have lunch with his friends.

“I like to help,” Percival says dismissively, but Theseus knows him too well for that.

“No, you don’t,” he rolls his eyes. “You’re in love with him, I can see it written all over your face every time he’s in the room!”

“Please don’t tell him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to scare him off,” the Director admits. “If he only wants me as a friend–”

Theseus huffs.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you can’t know how Newt feels unless you ask him.”

Percival knows that’s the closest thing to an approval he’s going to get so he thanks Theseus.

***

Newt still needs help to walk and even though he tells Percival he shouldn’t bother to help him, that he can manage, the Director does it anyway because he loves to.

It’s also a perfect excuse to see Newt’s beautiful face up close, but it’s also dangerous because it makes Percival flustered and sometimes he says things that are supposed to stay in his head.

“Marry me,” he blurts out and blushes furiously when Newt looks at him, surprised. “I’m sorry, Newt, I shouldn’t have–”

But his precious magizoologist shuts him up with a soft kiss on the lips.

“You have to take me on a date first,” Newt giggles, snuggling against him on the couch.

Percival grins from ear to ear, a gesture that makes Picquery roll her eyes and say: “You’re smiling like an idiot, Percival.”

But he doesn’t care, he’s just… so happy.

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“Just bring the baby to me, Farrier,” his boss orders him.

“What about the mother?” Percival asks, worried; it’s been a while since he has used magic and he certainly doesn’t want to do that now… He’s a new person, he doesn’t even have a wand anymore. Although he believes that controlling a very pissed elephant could be… difficult.

“His Mummy can’t do anything,” the no-maj mumbles, the word ‘Mummy’ seems to amuse him for some reason. “He knows he must behave.”

He?

Percival is already thinking how to take the baby out of the tent where they keep the animals when he hears a soft voice.

Baby mine, don’t you cry.

It’s a man… A beautiful man with red curls and freckles all over his face; he’s sitting on the ground, caressing Dumbo’s huge ears and singing to him lovingly.

Percival thinks he might be in love.

Baby mine, dry your eyes.

The little elephant looks at the redhead with adoration in his eyes and lifts his trunk to touch the man’s hand and the beauty giggles and his smile is doing things to Percival.

He needs to focus.

Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.

“Don’t worry,” the man mumbles, trying to cheer the little creature up. “Mummy will get you out of here, Dumbo. I’ll never leave you.”

That’s not fair. It would have been easier to deal with a pissed elephant. That’s why his boss was so amused.

Dumbo’s Mummy is not an elephant, it’s the most beautiful man Percival has ever seen.

“Who are you?” The man finally notices him and pushes Dumbo behind him, protectively.

“I’m… Holt Farrier,” he says, blushing like a twelve-year-old in front of his crush, it’s ridiculous. “I–My children would like to see the baby elephant so I thought–I wanted to make sure… it was… uh… safe.”

“Oh!” At the mention of children the man relaxes immediately. “You can bring your children, Dumbo loves kids. Just tell them to be kind and respectful. I’m Newt, by the way.”

“Of c-course,” he has to bite his tongue to prevent himself from asking Newt out right then and there. Now he has to tell his children to lie for him because he’s an idiot and the worst Dad ever.

His boss still wants Dumbo, but Percival doesn’t have the heart to separate him from Newt… What is he going to do now?

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Newt sees the car stopping because of the red light; he walks towards it ‘cause he needs to, but he’s actually tired of the whole thing. Perhaps he gets closer to that particular car because the windows are closed and Newt has the feeling the man inside is not someone looking for company.

He taps at the window and tries to smile, but he knows his fear, tiredness and loneliness must be written on his face.

He’s not getting inside that car.

Newt leans forward when the window opens and realizes the man inside is just too handsome to want to have something to do with him. He must be getting everything he wants for free.

Newt smiles anyway and the stranger with dark eyes does that too, before concern makes that grin disappear.

“It’s cold outside, pretty,” he says, surprising Newt for a second, because that’s definitely not a common response to his exposed shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he whispers and goes back to his flirty mode. “Would you like some company?”

To Newt’s shock, the man opens the door without even asking for a price. And Newt realizes he actually didn’t want to work that day, but he gets inside anyway.

“I’m Percival Graves,” the man whispers and starts driving as the red light gets replaced by the green one.

Newt knows he cannot change his mind now.

“What’s your name, pretty?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes,” Percival says without hesitation.

“I’m Newt.”

He can see the way Percival’s lips quirk up with satisfaction, before moving a little bit to grab something from his backseat.

“I’m not cold,” Newt lies, looking at the black and expensive coat the man hands him.

“Please put it on anyway,” Percival almost begs and Newt sighs, before doing what he’s told.

It’s the second thing that surprises him that night, because the third is that Percival chooses to bring him to his own home, instead of just paying for a hotel.

He also makes dinner for the both of them and kisses Newt’s cheek like he truly cares about him.

Percival carries him towards his bedroom and lays him on his own bed gently; he caresses his curls and looks down at him with a weird glimmer in his eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he mumbles. “I’ll pay you anyway.”

But Newt takes Percival’s face in his hands and breaks one of his rules: he kisses him softly on the lips.

“I want to,” he admits, cheeks turning slightly pink.

Percival is different from his other clients; he kisses every single inch of his body like it’s something to be worshiped and makes sure Newt has as much pleasure and fun as he has.

Newt ends up so deliciously exhausted, he doesn’t get up early in the morning to take his money and go; he wakes up until he feels the soft pressure of lips on the back of his neck. He tries to get up but realizes there’s another body on the bed with him, completely wrapped around his.

“I’ll make us breakfast, pretty,” Percival says after another kiss, this time on the lips, before getting up.

Newt knows he shouldn’t stay any longer, but the smell of pancakes is just too good to resist.

“Stay with me,” the man mumbles when Newt gets closer to the counter, wrapping an arm around his and pulling him closer.

Newt looks back at him confused and has the feeling that Percival is about to say something entirely different from what he ends up saying.

“I’ll pay you for a week.”

“I have a cat and a dog–”

“You can bring them here,” Percival cuts him off and Newt knows it’s a terrible idea, but accepts anyway.

***

Lily and George end up liking Percival, although Lily, his golden retriever, usually likes everyone, but for the cat to actually come closer to the man and allowing him to pick it up it’s absolutely amazing.

Newt is still not sure why he is there, besides… the obvious; he’s most of the time in the house, except when Percival takes him shopping or when he asks him to have dinner with him.

He doesn’t actually have many things hanging on the walls and Newt is sure that some of the stuff he needs for work is kept in the study room.

Newt still has no idea what Percival does for a living, but it’s not his place to ask.

He just knows that he comes back from work tired and stressed; his solution is always to find Newt wherever he is, put him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing and return to the living room to sit him over his lap.

Newt finds it really amusing so he can’t quite pretend it irritates him because he always ends up giggling, while Percival just nuzzles him on the neck, mumbling how beautiful and amazing he is.

“Tell me something about you,” Percival is usually the one telling Newt about his parents, about his time fighting in the war, he doesn’t ask Newt anything because he knows he’s not supposed to, but that day he looks like he needs a distraction.

And Newt has broken so many rules already, he thinks he can allow himself to break one more.

“I have always wanted to open an animal shelter,” he mumbles and Percival looks up at him, arms around his waist, like he truly cares about what he’s going to say. “A place where I could take care of them while I find them a home.”

Newt is not prepared for the look of adoration he sees on Percival’s face; he turns his head away shyly; he feels a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re perfect.” The man whispers against his chest.

Oh, Newt can tell him just how perfect he is not, but he doesn’t want to argue that day; it’s obvious Percival is too tired to remember what Newt really is.

***

“I’m gonna have dinner with my coworkers,” Percival mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Newt nods, actually, he doesn’t have to inform him anything, it’s his house after all.

“Have fun.”

But Percival doesn’t go away, he keeps staring at Newt until the redhead quirks up a brow at him.

“Would you like to come?”

It’s a question and yet Newt can feel that Percival truly wants this, he wants him to go with him for some reason… To meet his coworkers and Newt thinks some of them are his friends.

He’s nervous, of course, he also doesn’t understand why Percival wants that since Newt is leaving in two days anyway.

“Sure,” he says, for Percival.

***

“So… you’re the reason why this one smiles like an idiot all the time?” Seraphina comments, making the others laugh while Percival turns bright red, which makes his glare not at all intimidating.

Newt giggles, because he can’t help it, he can’t stop himself from genuinely like all of them.

He likes Tina and Queenie especially.

“And that’s why you were going back home early, right boss? We thought you were sick,” Fontaine comments, but decides to shut it when Percival glares at him as well.

“You must be proud of him, sweetie,” Queenie tells Newt, grinning.

Percival holds his hand tight, looking a little bit tense.

“There’s something I need you to tell you…” He whispers, but he gets interrupted again by Abernathy and Weiss this time.

“Best Head of Law Enforcement,” Fontaine says and everyone makes a toast to Percival.

Newt’s been with a cop this whole time. Is he going to arrest him? No, he would’ve done it already, right?

“Are you okay, Newt?” Tina leans over the table at the same time he pulls away his hand from Percival’s. “You look pale.”

“Newt, I–”

“I’m fine.” He purposely interrupts Percival, looking away from him. “I’m really fine.”

***

“I was going to tell you, Newt,” Percival tries to take his hand again when they’re back home.

“You’re not going to arrest me, are you?”

“Of course not, pretty,” Percival looks desperate and Newt can’t help but give in and let him take his hand. “I was afraid that you’d run away from me.”

Why? He could just pick another one on the streets.

Percival sleeps that night with his hands around Newt’s waist, breathing over the curve of the redhead’s neck.

But Newt can’t sleep, instead he thinks about his life and the last days he’s been with Percival. He doesn’t want to go back to the streets anymore.

Percival has changed him. Newt would like to stay with him and the thought hurts him because it’s unexpected and he knows exactly what it means.

Which is why he needs to go.

He doesn’t go in the middle of the night though, he waits…

“I’m gonna take you out to dinner tonight,” Percival smiles and Newt notices there’s a new glimmer in his eyes that day. He looks happy.

“Just the two of us?” Newt smiles back, trying not to give anything away.

Oh, he’s going to miss him.

“Just the two of us,” Percival promises before giving him a kiss on the lips. “I need to go to work now, but I’ll be back soon, pretty.”

When he’s completely gone, Newt takes a suitcase he prepared the night before, picks up George and calls Lily.

“Goodbye,” he whispers to the house, because he’s too coward to tell that to Percival.

***

It’d be easier to just spend the rest of the day crying on the bed, but Newt needs to focus. He needs to start looking for a new job. He thinks he could be a waiter or a barista.

His neighbor pays him a visit to ask how he is doing and to bring him some of his pastries.

“I’m fine, Jacob… really.” Newt assures, wondering what he did to get a friend like that.

“Then why do you look sad?”

“I made a mistake and I hurt myself.”

Jacob goes back to his own flat at night; Newt prepares to sleep trying not to think how cold the bed is going to feel now that he’s completely alone… again.

Lily and George jump on the bed next to him and Newt makes an effort just to fall asleep… But someone knocks at the door.

Thinking about Jacob he opens it quickly only to freeze when he sees Percival Graves.

He doesn’t look angry just tired and… heartbroken. He shows him the note.

“I think I deserve an explanation at least,” he walks in the flat, that tiny space where Newt lives and it looks like nothing when the man walks in.

“You’re right.” He nods and sits on the bed, touching a spot next to him. Percival doesn’t even look away from him while he sits.

“Was it something I did? Is it because I’m a detective?”

“Tomorrow was going to be my last day anyway.”

“I was going to talk with you about that during dinner,” Percival explains, somehow the words seems to be hurting him even more now.

“To buy another week? I can’t, Percy. I can’t stay with you anymore.”

“Why not? Newt, just listen to me–”

“I can’t because I’m in love with you!” He starts tearing up while Percival blinks at him in shock. “That’s why I’m not going back, because I want something you can't–Why are you laughing? Percy, this is not–”

But the man puts his arms around him in a way that makes them both fall over the bed. Then Percival starts kissing him all over the face.

“Percy, what is going on?”

“Newt, you’re gorgeous and kind and such an oblivious little thing, you know that?” Percival chuckles, hopeful and happy. “I can’t believe you’re the only one who hasn’t noticed that I’m in love with you. Seraphina told me this morning that I was disgustingly obvious yesterday. That I was smiling like a besotted dork every time I looked at you.”

“Oh,” it’s the only thing Newt can say while his face quickly turns into a dark shade of red.

“I was going to…” Percival starts, somehow he manages to get a tiny box out of his coat pocket while the two of them are still on the bed.

“Is it…” Newt takes the box and opens it just to see a beautiful silver ring with a blue diamond on it.

“Marry me, Newt. Because I can’t be without you,” Percival buries his face in the curve of his neck.

“Yes,” Newt breathes happily and Percival kisses him on the lips repeatedly, hand trembling as he slides the ring onto Newt’s finger.

George jumps on Percival back, ready to sleep and Lily is doing her best to lick both of her humans’ faces, making Newt and his fiancé laugh.

After they manage to get up, they decide to go back to Percival’s house and have dinner there.

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Percival has had so many bad experiences with alphas he doesn’t like them that much anymore; the only alpha he trusts is Seraphina and she’s like a sister to him. So there are no really good chances of getting married anytime soon in his opinion.

But it’s fine with him, at the moment he’s not interested in anything that is not his work; he has also had a hard time earning the respect of his aurors, because not many alphas like the idea of an omega being in a position of power.

So… It’s not a surprise to anyone that knows him well that he’s not at all interested in meeting Newt Scamander, an alpha that doesn’t seem to have any kind of sense of self preservation and seems to like creatures more than people. Perhaps that’s the reason why Tina Goldstein hasn’t introduced them yet.

And although he’s really not interested, Seraphina has faith in him and he’s also the little brother of his friend Theseus Scamander… so he has to meet him.

It’ll be quick, he promises himself. And then he can tell auror Goldstein to keep an eye on him and finally forget about the alpha.

He sighs before he walks in Goldstein’s office and the first thing he sees is a man with reddish hair, carrying in his arms a demiguise like it’s a baby.

“Don’t worry,” Percival hears the alpha mumble. “I know it hurts, but I promise it’ll get better soon, it’s just a scratch. Mummy’s here, Dougal.”

It takes him a couple of seconds to realize Newt is talking about himself and it’s really so rare to hear an alpha referring himself as Mummy.

It’s kinda cute.

Besides, now that he’s paying attention, he has to admit that Newt smells really good.

“Mr. Graves!” Goldstein almost jumps from the couch, alarmed when she notices him. It seems she is as mesmerized with the redhead as he is.

Mesmerized? No, he’s definitely not–

Newt turns around and smiles at him and Percival has to hold back a grin.

“I came here to introduce myself,” he clears his throat. “It’s important to get to know each other since you’ll be working for me, Mr. Scamander.”

The alpha doesn’t narrow his eyes, he doesn’t grimace like many others have done before when they realized they had to work for an omega.

Newt just nods an offers a sincere smile.

“Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security.”

“Newt Scamander, magizoologist,” he says shaking Percival’s hand quickly; he doesn’t hold it or try to pull him closer like that alpha he met at a ball once.

And then he looks away to keep taking care of his demiguise; he doesn’t give Percival a second glance.

The omega doesn’t know how to feel about that; he’s a rich omega, normally any alpha that meets him flirts with him or asks him out.

“You need a permit for your creatures,” he clears his throat again. It’s not like he wants Newt’s attention, no, it’s his responsibility as Director to make sure everyone follows the rules.

So when Newt answers without looking back at him, Percival is not at all disappointed.

Definitely not.

“Alright. Where can I get it?”

“Meet me in my office tomorrow, I’ll give it to you,” he says before walking away.

Percival doesn’t think of Newt Scamander at all for the rest of the day… Except that he does and he’s trying to fool himself.

He forgets to put on the spell that decreases his scent and has to snap at a couple of alphas on his way to work and inside MACUSA itself.

For some weird reason, he’s grinning when Newt walks into his office and freezes, taking a deep breath.

“It smells really good, is that–” Newt realizes his mistake soon and blushes to the tip of his ears.

He also apologizes to Percival immediately.

“It’s okay, I’m not–It doesn’t bother me,” that’s kind of true, because even though it normally bothers him, for some reason it doesn’t when Newt’s the one complimenting his scent.

It’s kinda flattering.

But Newt is still embarrassed and doesn’t look at him anymore and even flees from his office as soon as Percival gives him the permit.

He doesn’t mind, he doesn’t care what Newt thinks really. It’s better that way.

***

“Am I attractive, Seraphina?”

They’re in the cafeteria and Percival is totally not glancing at Newt who’s smiling at his friends kindly and talking to a bowtruckle on his shoulder. The Director doesn’t find that charming at all.

However, he blurts out that question that even surprises him.

Seraphina grins from ear to ear.

“Okay, who is it? Who is the alpha that finally got your attention?”

Percival blushes and forces himself to look anywhere but in Newt’s direction.

“Just answer the question,” he huffs, making her chuckle.

“Yes, you are. But you already know it.”

Percival doesn’t say anything after that, staring down at his plate, begging himself not to look up.

But Newt giggles and Percival is weak so he sees the moment Pickett touches the alpha’s nose in a playful way.

Percival is definitely not jealous of a bowtruckle.

“Oh. I see now.”

“He’s a weird alpha, isn’t he?”

“I’d say he is a sweet alpha.”

Percival sighs. She’s right, Newt is a sweet and kind alpha.

The omega groans, covering his face with both hands; Seraphina caresses his back, trying not to chuckle at his misery.

“I want him so bad!” He finally admits, whining like a little kid.

“Well, if you want him… Do something!”

She’s right, he needs to do something about it. Percival is going to get that alpha.

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Percival Graves is a cuddler and he doesn’t even know he is, although Tina assures Newt that he’s like that just when he’s around, which is absolutely ridiculous because Graves does that in his sleep, he shouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

Newt finds out about that three weeks after he starts working for MACUSA; they all have had a stressful week and most of them haven’t even had time to sleep properly in days, especially Graves because he feels responsible for the whole Department.

Newt is trying to help him as much as he can while Picquery keeps scolding the Director for not going back to his house like she ordered him and Tina is just so overwhelmed with the amount of paperwork she has to do.

Graves narrows his eyes at the President, although Newt has to agree with her that time; he looks exhausted.

“Maybe you should… at least sit down for a while,” Newt suggests, pointing at the empty spot on the couch next to him.

“I think you’re right, Mr. Scamander,” he mumbles and smiles a little bit before doing as he’s told.

Picquery rolls her eyes, looking irritated and amused at the same time.

“Of course you only listen to him…”

Graves’s cheeks turn slightly pink at that, but he frowns at her.

“Not now, Seraphina,” he huffs, rubbing his temples.

Newt decides to take one of Tina’s reports to help her and he’s so focused on it, especially because Pickett wants to grab the paper for some reason that he doesn’t notice Graves has turned weirdly quiet.

Until Pickett huffs, a little bit scared and irritated when he has to jump back into Newt’s coat pocket because the Director’s head falls on the magizoologist’s shoulder.

Newt has to blink a couple of times to realize that Percival Graves has fallen asleep on him and for a couple of seconds he freezes, not knowing what to do.

Picquery looks like she’s having the time of her life and Tina starts whispering furiously that he needs to move away.

Newt tries to do it, but when he does, Graves growls something unintelligible, snuggles further against him and puts an arm around Newt’s waist, making it much more difficult to get away.

“I can’t believe it,” Madam President chuckles. “Even in his sleep, huh?”

Finally, Tina helps him get up, using magic so her boss doesn’t wake up and the three of them finally get out of Graves’s office to let him rest for a while.

“Well… At least he’s sleeping now,” Picquery comments, before smirking in Newt’s direction. “Maybe you should turn into his personal pillow from now on…”

Newt blushes, even though he knows she’s just joking. The problem is that he likes Graves more than he should and accidents like those don’t help him at all.

***

He starts avoiding Graves, Newt honestly thinks it’s for the best because he can’t stop thinking about that day.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one in the room and Picquery just decides to tell the Director everything.

That’s why he rushes into Tina’s office that afternoon, he looks around until he finds Newt, sitting on a chair in front of Tina’s desk.

“Seraphina told me what happened. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Graves mumbles, looking almost devastated.

Tina gets out of her own office, leaving the two of them alone to Newt’s horror.

“I have not–I just…”

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” Graves apologizes immediately, getting closer to Newt.

“You were asleep, I understand. You didn’t mean it,” Newt says, although now that he thinks of it, perhaps that’s what hurts him the most, knowing that Graves doesn’t actually like him that way. “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not…” He bites his lower lip, aware that the lie sounds ridiculous. “It’s because I like you more than a friend and I–”

“Really? That’s great!” Graves is grinning from ear to ear, eyes glimmering with hope.

“It is?”

“Newt, I’ve trying to woo you for the past couple of days,” he mumbles, taking the flustered magizoologist in his arms.

Their first kiss is terrible and lovely at the same time… because they keep smiling against each other’s lips.

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Newt is not as worried about himself as he is about his creatures, although he knows it would take a while before any of the aurors can figure out how to open his case.

“Hey, pretty, come closer so I can touch you,” a wizard mumbles next to his cell, but Newt tries to ignore him and the others as much as he can. He curls up in the corner of his own cell, hoping Tina finds out what happened so she can get him out of there.

Although she’s not the one that comes for him the next morning; it’s Graves, the real one.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Scamander,” the Director apologizes and Newt doesn’t know why he’s so kind to him since they haven’t even met each other. But then he remembers that Dougal helped rescue him. Although he has no idea how he knows about it since he was pretty much unconscious at the time. “She’s a new auror…”

“It’s okay,” Newt mumbles. “I know she was just doing her job. Besides, I must admit sometimes I really look suspicious.”

Graves opens the cell and just stares at him for a moment before chuckling and by the way the two aurors behind him react, it’s not something he does pretty often.

Finally, the Director hands him back his case and Newt practically beams at him before pulling the case towards his chest.

Graves looks a little bit flustered after that, but clears his throat before speaking again.

“Although you still need permits for all of them,” he reminds him and Newt nods.

“Of course, I’ll get them, don’t worry.”

Graves rubs the back of his neck nervously and takes a deep breath before looking at Newt in the eyes.

“You must be hungry, what if we go get something to eat?”

“I need to feed my creatures first,” Newt mumbles, blushing when he notices the intense look in Graves’s eyes.

The aurors behind him look rather interested in the conversation.

“You can come to my office then, no one will bother you there,” Graves offers.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother–”

“It’s okay, Mr. Scamander.”

“Please, call me Newt.”

“Only if you call me Percival.”

***

When Newt comes back from his case, there’s plenty of food for more than two people over Percival’s desk. The Director’s cheeks turn pink when he notices Newt’s confusion.

“I don’t know what you like so I decided to bring a little bit of everything they had on the cafeteria’s menu.”

Newt does something unusual; he forgets about his shyness for a moment to lean closer to Percival and kiss him on the cheek.

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” he tells him and the man grins back at him, blush spreading down his neck.

“Perhaps tonight we can have dinner… as in a date, what do you think?”

“I’d love to have a date with you, Percival.”

New York has suddenly become a lot more interesting now.

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Theseus had to go for a couple of days, so Newt takes the opportunity to go to the ball; sometimes he likes to wear a dress and put some make-up on and Queenie says if he wants to try it there he should do it.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tina mumbles, looking with concern from her sister to her friend.

“You worry too much, Teenie,” Queenie giggles. “It’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like you’re gonna see these people again, sweetie.”

Newt smiles excitedly; she’s right, although he’s still nervous.

Queenie does an excellent job with the make-up and she’s even kind enough to give Newt one of her own dresses, a blue one that he has always loved.

“You look gorgeous, Newt,” Tina says. “However… I still think–”

“Let’s get the carriage!” Queenie cuts her off, taking Newt’s hand. “We’re gonna be late!”

They decide that if someone asks, Newt is going to be Artemis, Tina and Queenie’s cousin.

***

He has a great time with their friends, feeling just… pretty. He knows the ball is mainly because King Percival wants to find a woman to marry, although he’s not worried about being picked; Percival would never choose someone like him.

Besides, Newt is not there for that, he just wants to experience what it feels to wear a dress in a social event, to have fun without worrying about being judged.

Suddenly, Queenie grins from ear to ear at something behind him and leans towards him.

“You’ll be fine, sweetie.”

Just when Newt is about to ask, someone taps gently his shoulder.

“Would you dance with me?” There’s no reason to panic, even though the King himself just asked him for a dance.

He can’t say no, can he?

“Of course,” he takes the man’s hand and lets the King lead him to the center of the dance floor.

It’s okay, he’s seen King Percival dance with the women he’s chosen; it’ll be just one dance and then he’ll keep looking for another one.

Just once. Newt can do this.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” the King whispers in his ear and Newt blushes; his face feels like it’s burning.

“Thank you, your majes–”

“Please, just call me Percival.”

Newt nods and the man chuckles, before he makes him spin; it’s amazing how easy is to follow that man’s lead.

He’s a great dancer.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Artemis,” he replies, shyly.

“Tell me about you, Artemis.”

Newt finds really relaxing to talk to Percival about Theseus and all the times he walks into the woods to see the family of wolves and all the creatures that live there.

“You’re brave,” Percival observes, grinning from ear to ear at him, although Newt doesn’t quite understand why he says that, the forest is a really quiet place. “So… Theseus… Is he your…”

“He’s my brother,” Newt mumbles; he’d worry about giving him too much information, but he knows he’s never going to see him again.

“That’s great,” Percival looks so happy about it for some reason.

The music stops and Newt starts thanking him for the dance, but the king pulls him back into his arms again.

“Are you tired already?”

“What? No, but–”

“Then let’s keep dancing, sweetheart.”

Newt loses track of time; Percival is funny and looks interested in what he has to say and makes him forget that whatever they have it’s not real…

“Your majesty,” a woman with two girls behind her interrupts them before the next melody starts. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. These are my daughters, Drizella and Anastasia and we were wondering–”

“This is my future queen, Artemis,” Percival cuts the woman off, surprising everyone, including Newt.

Especially Newt. But before panicking, he tells himself that Percival is joking or perhaps he just doesn’t want to dance with the two women and he’s just saying that to get rid of them.

And it works; the mother looks so offended by that, she just pulls her bewildered daughters away.

“I don’t need to keep looking, sweetheart. I want you to be my consort. Would you marry me, Artemis?”

That can’t be happening. It can’t.

“I’ll be right back!” He lies before running away; fortunately he finds Tina and Queenie quickly and begs them to get out of there.

When he gets home, he realizes he left one of his slippers in the ball, but it doesn’t really matter, does it?

***

He tries to distract himself the next day, but he realizes he just fell in love with someone that can’t love him back. Because Percival was interested in a woman to get married with.

Besides, if what people says is true, Percival is desperately looking for a woman that is not even real.

“She is! Because she’s you!” Queenie insists, trying to cheer him up, but it’s useless.

Instead, Newt decides to focus on helping his friend Jacob with his bakery.

One day though, the doorbell rings and Newt pales when he sees the King himself walking inside.

It’s okay, it’s not like Percival can recognize him now. Newt looks down and then notices, as soon as Jacob nudges him that Percival is carrying his slipper with him.

“Have you seen–” but the man interrupts himself when Newt finally looks up and their eyes meet.

The redhead blushes at the intense glimmer in Percival’s eyes and the huge smile that appears on his face.

“Hello, Artemis,” he mumbles, to his guards’ shock.

Queenie looks so happy and Tina seems to be fighting with two emotions: surprise and joy.

“I–I don’t know what you are talking about,” he stammers, almost in panic.

Percival takes a step closer without looking away from him. He is still grinning from ear to ear.

“I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” he whispers, caressing Newt’s cheek.

“I know you are disappointed…”

Percival’s brow quirks up at him.

“Why? Because you’ve been hiding from me?” He chuckles and takes one of the chairs in the bakery and points at it. “Please, sweetheart. Here, let me give you back your slipper.”

Newt has no idea why he still wants to do that, perhaps to prove everyone he just lied to a King. Although he still blushes when Percival puts him the slipper on.

“You must be disappointed,” he mumbles again, but this time tearing up. “Because I’m not–”

Percival kneels in front of him and Newt panics when he sees the King doing that.

“I’m just happy to have found the love of my life,” he smiles, taking both of Newt’s hands to kiss them. “Would you marry me, Artemis?”

Jacob starts tearing up; he’s just so happy for his friend. Queenie notices and hugs him.

“But I'm–You can’t…”

“I can do whatever I want, I’m a King, sweetheart.”

Newt nods, crying; Percival takes him in his arms, before helping him sit, but this time on his lap.

“Is it okay if I keep calling you Artemis, do you have other names?”

“I’m Newt and… both names are okay, it’s just right now I’m more… Newt.”

Percival kisses him on the cheek then and he starts talking about the plans for their wedding.

Newt still can’t believe it’s happening.

“Would you like a dress for our wedding, love?”

“Yes,” Newt mumbles, completely happy. But then he remembers something and adds, a little bit nervous. “I like dresses, but I don’t wear them all the time, sometimes I like to look more… like this. Is that okay?”

“I love everything about you, Newt. I love Artemis as well,” he says. “I’ll buy you dresses, suits, trousers or anything you want, love. Just stay with me.”

“I will,” Newt promises with a smile.

Now, he just needs to tell Theseus the good news when he comes back.

Chapter Text

“You’re beautiful,” it’s something Newt doesn’t expect to hear from a customer at 8 am in the morning after asking if he wanted something to drink.

The word “beautiful” and the look on the handsome man’s face makes Newt completely flustered in a couple of seconds.

It seems the man notices because he smirks and leans over the table while he keeps staring at him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Newt Scamander,” he mumbles, trying not to look away.

The man rises from the chair and offers Newt his hand.

“I’m Percival Graves. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Newt.”

He is ready to shake his hand, but Graves doesn’t do that, he kisses the back of Newt’s hand and the redhead starts blushing instantly.

“Would you like something to drink?” He asks again, trying to ignore the hot sensation on his cheeks.

“A cup of coffee,” Graves grins, looking amused.

He’s glad to have something to do other than being there and looking flustered.

“He wants you so bad, sweetie,” Queenie winks at him when he reaches the counter. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you.”

“That’s probably because I embarrassed myself just a few minutes ago,” Newt giggles, although the sound comes out more like a nervous laughter.

When he returns to the table with the coffee, Graves is practically beaming at him.

“Why a coffee shop?”

“I’m working my way through college,” Newt smiles back, nervously.

“I see,” Graves smiles in a way that reminds Newt of a wolf.

Graves leaves him a $100 tip that makes Newt gasp and Queenie smile knowingly.

“I think he made a mistake. I’m sure he didn’t mean to leave this much,” he mumbles, narrowing his eyes.

Queenie shakes her head.

“He doesn’t look like a man that makes that kind of mistakes,” she observes, amused.

Newt doesn’t use the money; he waits for the man to come back to the coffee shop. Fortunately, Graves returns the next day.

“Keep it. It was for you,” he purrs. “I want to help you, beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Newt mumbles, flustered. Although he doesn’t know what he means by that. He’s definitely not offering to pay his bills, is he?

No, of course not.

But he leaves $100 again and a note assuring him he can give Newt anything he wants. He also adds his phone number.

“It looks like you got yourself a sugar daddy, sweetie,” Queenie comments, giggling. “A hot sugar daddy.”

Chapter Text

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Graves,” it’s the first thing Newt tells the Director of Magical Security on his first day at work. He glances at him, but can’t keep eye contact for long because he’s just not used to it. It’s difficult for him to talk with people whom he just met without his face looking like it’s on fire.

Like it probably does at the moment.

He hears footsteps and knows Graves is walking towards him so he gets a little bit nervous and prays to Merlin Pickett is not trying to get out of his coat pocket.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Scamander,” the Director says and despite of having such a deep voice, Newt can hear the smile on his face and the kindness in his voice.

Newt looks up again and Graves is actually grinning at him and that smile only makes his cheeks turn even more red. It seems he notices because he touches one of his cheekbones lightly and his eyes turn a little bit darker.

“You’re lovely, sweetheart,” he whispers and Newt hears Tina choke behind them.

He tries to convince himself that Graves calls everyone that or maybe it’s something Americans do? Like Queenie calling him “sweetie” or “honey.”

“Well, you can go now,” Graves narrows his eyes at Tina who reaches out to Newt.

“We have a lot to do,” she tells him and the magizoologist nods, but Graves steps in the middle of the two like he’s trying to shield Newt from Tina.

“I was talking to you, auror Goldstein,” he says. “I believe Mr. Scamander has no office at the moment so he’ll be staying with me.”

“But I was going to share my office with him, Sir. You don’t have to–”

“He will stay here, Goldstein,” Graves repeats and there’s something in his voice that reminds Newt of a wampus, but he can’t tell exactly why. “With me.”

Something about that makes Newt shiver, but not out of fear.

***

Graves… No, Percival (as he told Newt to call him) turns out to be a very patient and comprehensive boss. He helps Newt to get the permits he needs and he even allows Pickett to roam free in his office.

Actually, all the aurors in MACUSA are really kind to him and it seems the majority of them want to make friends with him.

One of them is particularly friendly; his name is Hobbs and he’s constantly giving Newt pastries and flowers.

At least until one day Percival approaches while the two of them are having a conversation about hippogriffs and Hobbs pales as soon as he sees his boss.

“Are you flirting with him?” Percival does that thing with his voice again and Newt admits it’s so similar to the way wampus growl when they try to protect their mate or just scare away other wampus.

That often occurs during mating season.

So… Does that mean…?

“Because flirting with Newt is just not acceptable, besides, you have a lot of work to do.”

“Yes, Sir!” If he could do it inside MACUSA, Hobbs would’ve apparated away. Instead, he flees from the hallway.

“Are you okay, Newt?”

“Of course, Percival. But, you know… he was just being friendly.”

“I don’t think so,” the Director says, putting his hand on Newt’s waist. “Do you… Do you like Hobbs?”

He’s jealous. And he’s showing the same signs a possessive wampus would.

Newt’s blush is not only due to shyness this time. He has to admit… He kind of likes Percival being possessive of him.

“Not like that, no.”

The Director’s relief is just so obvious Newt has to hold back a chuckle.

***

Percival starts calling Newt sweetheart again, but the magizoologist notices it’s just when the Director’s possessiveness gets the best of him.

Newt can be just talking with Weiss and Lopez, who are both happily married, and still Percival has the need to hug Newt from behind, press his forehead against his shoulder and just stay there while the other two aurors are a little bit confused.

“Let’s get something to eat, sweetheart,” he mumbles over his shoulder and Newt can’t help but blush when he feels him press himself closer against his body.

“Sounds great, Percy.”

And they’re not even dating yet.

***

Part of Newt is hoping something romantic, although he doesn’t feel disappointed when Percival takes him by the arm and pulls him gently away from Bianca, the receptionist (who’s making eyes at Newt) and presses their foreheads together.

“May I?” The Director asks, eyes dark with possessiveness, love and need.

“Yes,” Newt breathes shyly, right before a pair of lips press themselves against his.

The kiss is demanding, fierce and yet so loving and gentle.

“Mine?” Percival says, because it seems it’s the only thing he can say at the moment.

“Yours,” Newt confirms and the moment is not at all romantic, but he’s definitely not disappointed.

He actually loves it. 

Chapter Text

Things haven’t gone too well lately; they haven’t been able to find Grindelwald, only a few of his followers that really have no idea where their lord is.

Now, they know the meeting is actually to discuss that and try to change their strategy; they also know Graves is very much tired and pissed because of the results they’ve gotten so far. So none of them are surprised to see him storm into the pentagram office with a grumpy expression.

However, before the meeting starts, he crosses the room and stops right in front of the spot where their magizoologist is sitting; they’re not sure if the Director has forgotten almost every single person in the Department is there too or he just doesn’t care.

The President rolls her eyes as soon as she notices what he’s doing.

“Can you do the thing?” Graves asks to the confusion of the aurors that are around them. The Director looks like he’s about to have a headache.

Newt looks up at him almost as bewildered as the people around him, although he doesn’t look scared; they all know those two (for some reason they still cannot quite explain) have become friends quickly.

“What thing?” The magizoologist tilts his head adorably and some of them swear they see the glimpse of a grin on their boss’s face.

“The thing that makes me happy,” Graves insists, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Oh!” They see the moment Newt realizes written all over his face and they all can’t help but lean a little bit closer, intrigued.

Then the magizoologist smiles and his smile seems to light up the whole room, and even though they all admit his expression is one of the most beautiful things they’ve ever seen, they had no idea that was all the Director needed for his frown to disappear.

Graves sighs, grinning back at Newt like a besotted wizard and mumbles a softly “thank you,” before going back to his place next to Picquery who doesn’t look surprised at all, just so definitely done with it.

But it’s simple… They’re dating and they’re definitely sleeping together and none of the aurors were clever enough to figure it out on their own before.

“They’re just friends,” Queenie Goldstein tells them, looking amused by their shocked expressions.

Tina just pinches the bridge of her nose as Fontaine leans forward to stare at her sister with an incredulous frown.

“Are you kidding me?” Weiss whispers, although there’s no need for that since Newt is currently distracted talking to Pickett.

“I’m not,” she giggles.

Well… That won’t do because Graves is clearly in love and he deserves all the happiness after what happened to him.

So they all are going to help him.

“You better not be thinking about helping our boss,” Tina warns, surprising them for a moment.

“They are,” Queenie whispers. “But it’s okay, Teenie. I have a good feeling about this.”

Tina looks like she doesn’t agree with her sister at all.

Chapter Text

Now that Newt is officially the Director’s boyfriend, everyone makes sure to take care of him, but also not to be too friendly because they all know how fierce Graves can be when it comes to his lovely sweetheart.

However, life has certainly become more fun inside MACUSA because of those two; Picquery complains about how childish her Director of Magical Security has become, but they all have seen her holding back a chuckle every time Graves growls or bares his teeth at anyone that dares to make eyes at his boyfriend.

Then one day, when Newt’s running late for a meeting, he makes the mistake of sitting in the closest seat to the door he finds, that just happens to be next to Hobbs (the poor soul that dared to flirt with Newt once). The magizoologist doesn’t notice and the next few minutes are absolutely tense (and exciting at the same time). Hobbs spends the time shivering, trying to move his body away from Newt’s, Graves doesn’t look happy at all, as if being physically away from his sweetheart is affecting him somehow.

The aurors are just waiting for him to snap and Madam Picquery sighs, once she realizes that absolutely no one is paying attention to her anymore.

“Just do whatever you need to do so I can keep on with the meeting, alright Percival?” She mumbles and Hobbs pales for a second, everyone holds their breath and Newt gasps in confusion when Graves makes him float right into his lap just with a movement of his hand.

It’s quite impressive actually.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Graves smiles at him, before burying his face in the curve of Newt’s neck.

“Percy, we shouldn’t…” But he interrupts himself, biting his bottom lip to suppress a smile.

They all can tell he kind of likes it, that almost irrationally possessive side of his boyfriend.

Perhaps they are made for each other.

Picquery rolls her eyes, mumbles something that sounds like “help me Mercy Lewis for I work with children,” before continuing with the meeting.

After that Graves just refuses to let Newt sit anywhere that is not on his lap, especially when there are people around to see. He just loves to let everyone know in different kind of ways that the magizoologist is very much taken.

“But, Percy, there’s a chair right ne–”

“Just please sit on my lap, sweetheart.”

Then Newt starts coming to work with impressive marks on his neck that he doesn’t bother hiding with a spell or a scarf and Graves just nuzzles him, looking smugly proud every time his eyes land on those hickeys.

Newt often tells the aurors, when the Director is not around, that he’s like a big wampus, always trying to protect what is his and baring his teeth at anyone that gets dangerously close.

And they kind of agree with him; Graves looks very much like one of those creatures.

They’re not sure exactly how (it could be a spell, but they think boss would never do that) but Graves always seem to know where Newt is and the first thing he does when he finds him is to wrap himself around him, especially when he’s talking to someone else.

***

Suddenly, calling Newt his boyfriend is not enough for Percival Graves; he needs more of that beautiful man, but finds it very much difficult to say it out loud.

No one knows what he did to get that little thief to comply, but he makes the Niffler hand Newt a beautiful ring with a diamond on it.

Everyone freezes as soon as they see it, knowing exactly what it means.

Graves rubs the back of his neck nervously while Newt looks at him with a confused and adorable expression on his face.

“Is it yours?”

“Yes, well not anymore if you–can I make you officially mine?”

Half of the Department facepalm themselves and Picquery rolls her eyes before nudging Graves.

He clears his throat.

“I mean… Would you marry me?”

Newt beams at him, takes him in his arms and gives him a proper kiss on the lips.

Lopez has to wipe off his own tears, while the others cheer and clap happily.

They wonder if the engagement will help boss control a little bit his possessiveness or not.

Probably not. 

Chapter Text

It’s 2 in the fucking morning and Percival is definitely gonna kill the person who’s knocking on his door. For some reason it doesn’t surprise him when Theseus rushes inside his house with a desperate expression on his face.

“You better have a damned good reason,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I do,” Theseus nods insistently.

“And don’t say it’s your brother because help me God–”

“It’s Newt.”

Why it’s always him? Percival has never met the man and he has caused him more problems than anything in his life. The man is absolutely crazy, talking about monsters like they’re kittens while making Percival’s job a nightmare.

“What did he do this time?” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like it could help him stop the headache he’s sure he’s going to have.

“He created an artifact to communicate with the titans,” Theseus blurts out, almost scared.

“What? What is he going to talk them about?” Percival huffs, irritated. In all of his years in the military he had never heard such nonsense like that. “I’m sorry, pal… But I’m afraid I can't–”

“Grindelwald found out about it and he wants the artifact and my brother to control the titans!” Theseus cuts him off; he looks like he’s about to lose it. “Please, we have to find my little brother before he does.”

“I’ll help you,” Percival finally agrees and adds, confused. “You’re his brother, you should know where he is…”

Theseus makes the most devastated expression Percival has ever seen.

“He doesn’t talk to me because I’m in the military like you and I… was in favor of killing the titans.”

“And you’re not anymore?” Percival asks. “I thought we agreed they were dangerous.”

Theseus pouts.

“I just want Newt to talk to me again, Graves!”

“That’s the most ridi–”

“You’d do the same if you were in my place,” Theseus says.

Percival chuckles; he’d never change his mind just to please someone else.

He’s not like that.

“Anyway… Do you have anything we can work with to start looking for him?”

“He works for Monarch,” Theseus says. “You told me one of your friends worked for them too. They can find Newt.”

“I wouldn’t call him my friend, but you’re right. I think he could know where he is.”

***

“So… Dr. Scamander is there?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Abernathy stammers, looking from Percival to Theseus. “He’s talking to Mothra.”

“Whom?”

“The Queen of the monsters,” Abernathy says and immediately regrets it when he sees Theseus turning pale.

If he’s being honest, Percival is a little bit impressed. The man is brave.

“My little one is locked in that place with a monster?” Then, Theseus’s fear vanishes to be replaced with fury. “What were you all thinking?”

“The military is not welcome here,” a French woman walks in, already glaring at both of them.

“And you are…?”

“Miss Rosier, I’m Dr. Scamander’s assistant,” she smirks and there’s something about her that makes Percival feel irritated. “He’ll not be pleased.”

“I just want to see my brother,” Theseus mumbles and the woman sighs.

“Fine, wait here.”

The real problem starts when she comes back with the most gorgeous man Percival has ever seen.

And he’s already narrowing his eyes at Percival… He can’t be Newt Scamander, can he? Because Graves would be in trouble.

“Little one!” Theseus almost jumps at the man, but Percival takes a step closer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Scamander,” he smiles, not sure what he’s doing anymore. He wants that man to like him. “I’m General Percival Graves and I’m here to help you protect your… mon–creatures.”

“Really?” That’s for sure the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and it’s directed at him. “Thank you! I thought you all just wanted to exterminate them.”

“Not me,” Percival mumbles, ignoring Theseus’s shocked and betrayed expression.

“Great! I think we’re going to become good friends,” Newt says and Percival wants to say he’d like to be more than his friend but perhaps it’s too soon for that. “Come! I’ll introduce you to Mothra!”

“I’m coming too, little one! I promise I’ll help you as well!” Theseus whines, hugging his brother who just sighs and surrenders into the embrace.

“You’re gonna love her!”

Percival honestly doubts it.

Chapter Text

“Percy, you have to drink this. I know it’s awful, but it’ll make you feel better!” Newt narrows his eyes before the grumpy, weak Director of Magical Security does as he’s told.

He behaves like a child whenever he’s sick, although Newt is willing to forgive him this time because he looks exhausted.

Newt leans forward to kiss his boyfriend’s forehead and realizes he has fever. He leaves Dougal next to the bed while he makes some soup and tries to remember the spell for the fever.

“You look tired, sweetheart,” Percival mumbles about an hour later, eyes closing as he takes Newt’s hand. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll just stay here for a couple of minutes and I’ll go to my room,” he says, smiling. But he doesn’t, he stays there after Percival falls asleep and waits until the fever is gone.

Then he goes back to his case to feed his creatures early in the morning and sits on the couch for a while…

***

When he wakes up he’s in his room, tucked in bed and feeling so much better… Until he remembers he is supposed to be taking care of Percival and that he didn’t actually fall asleep in his bedroom.

He rushes to the next room, only to stop at the doorway when he hears Theseus’s voice.

“Sorry for saying those things last time we saw each other, I was scared,” he admits, sitting on a chair in front of the bed where Percival is lying. “I was afraid you’d take Newt away from me.”

The Director rolls his eyes; he looks so much better actually.

“I don’t want to ‘steal’ Newt from you. I just want to be with him. I’m in love with him, Theseus,” he blurts out and this time the blush on his cheeks is not because of the fever.

“Well… that is pretty much obvious, my friend,” he chuckles and then sighs. “Fine, I’ll share him with you.”

“I think it’ll be the other way ar–” before Percival can finish, Newt walks into the room, kisses him on the cheek and hugs his brother.

“I’m so glad you two are getting along!” He says and then mumbles: “thanks for taking care of him, 'Seus.”

Theseus loves hugs and he loves them even more when it’s Newt the one that initiates them.

“I’m your favourite brother, ain’t I?”

“You’re my only–yes, you’re my favourite.”

“Newt, what about–”

“Wait for your turn, Percival!” Theseus pulls Newt closer to him. “Besides, you’re still sick…”

“You said you were going to share!”

“Maybe tomorrow…”

“Theseus!”

“Fine!”

Newt just rolls his eyes.

Chapter Text

When he’s looking for survivors, Percival finds an unconscious man that according to his soldiers it’s the last one of his regiment.

“I heard someone calling him Newt,” another mumbles. “Or dragon rider.”

Percival saw the dragons before they went away; some say they saw that unconscious man yelling them to leave, but war is something that can confuse a man’s mind. Besides watching the dragons leave, he’s not sure any of that is true.

He only knows he’s going to take care of the British soldier and ask him when he wakes up.

If he wakes up.

Percival orders his soldiers to take him to his tent; a healer makes sure to patch him up, but she’s not sure when the wizard is going to wake up, although she hopes he does the next day.

Finally, he sits in front of him on a chair and takes a good look at him. The man–Newt is young; there are dozens of freckles all over his face and his hair is the kind of reddish that also looks like golden during the day.

And Percival is not blind, he has to admit… The man is beautiful.

Sometimes, without even realizing what he’s doing, he runs his fingers through his curly hair and wonders how his voice sounds like, he wonders about what he likes… If he has a family waiting for him or if he’s like Percival and is completely alone.

When Newt finally opens his eyes, Percival can’t help but notice they’re the most beautiful shade of green he’s ever seen.

“Newt? Are you okay?”

The man manages to sit; he blinks at Percival a couple of times and then looks around, incredibly confused.

“Who are you?”

Oh, his voice is lovely… Why? Why everything about him has to be so… endearing?

“I’m Percival Graves, Colonel of this regiment and it’s really a pleas–”

“Who am I?”

Okay, that’s a serious problem.

***

War is over and they need to go back home; Percival has to go to New York, to MACUSA and keep working as an auror. He also knows the healers are right and he should send Newt back to England and pray to Merlin they find his family…

“I want to stay with you, Percy,” he mumbles, taking his hand, scared… confused. “I don’t know anyone there… I don’t remember, I just know you.”

He shouldn’t be selfish, he should do what it’s best for Newt. But he doesn’t know if he has family, what if he doesn’t? Percival doesn’t want to leave him on his own. Alone.

The auror takes Newt in his arms and kisses his brow lovingly.

It’s a mistake.

“Don’t worry, Newt. I’ll take care of you.”

At least until they find his family, because of course Percival is going to keep looking.

***

It’s weird to finally come back home with someone else. Percival lets Newt stay in a room next to his and despite of what happened, the beautiful man doesn’t look sad at all.

Well… How is he supposed to miss something if he doesn’t even remember his own name?

But there are good things; Newt seems to be aware he’s a wizard and he hasn’t forgotten the spells and curses he used the most. He also adores any kind of creature he finds; he sneaks into Percival’s house a couple of bowtruckles, a pixie and a hurt wampus while the auror is working in MACUSA and he just… lets him keep them.

It’s almost ridiculous what Percival would do for Newt, honestly. He’s been promoted to Director of Magical Security now and all of Newt’s creatures are completely illegal and he hasn’t counted the ones he personally brings home to him.

But Newt is happy and he gives the best hugs whenever Percival comes home so it’s all worth it, isn’t it?

The problem is that he likes Newt being there for him when he comes back, he has stopped himself several times from kissing Newt or saying, every night he walks in his house: “I’m home, sweetheart.”

“Percy! I’m so glad you’re back!” Newt beams at him, wearing one of Percival old sweaters and having absolutely no idea what that does to the Director. “I think Pickett is making progress with the other bowtruckles!”

“Really?” He chuckles, giving in and pressing his lips to Newt’s forehead. “Then why is he still on your shoulder?”

“He talked to them this afternoon, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stay with them,” Newt mumbles. “I tried though.”

“I know you did, pretty,” Percival says… again. Despite of having gotten used to it, Newt still blushes to the tip of his ears. “Come on, let’s go make something to eat.”

***

Of course… That wasn’t meant to last, and Percival has to admit, he hasn’t actually made a real effort to look for Newt’s family.

Although he needs to start doing it now, even if part of him doesn’t want to.

Newt wakes up in the middle of the night, crying and Percival rushes into his room, concerned.

“What is it, Newt? Are you hurt?” He sits next to him on the bed while the man shakes his head.

“Theseus,” he sobs and Percival knows it’s important, he knows Newt must be remembering something, but the truth is that he’s really distracted by the fact that he said a man’s name.

It’s ridiculous, but it still hurts him.

“Who is he?”

“I’m not sure, but he’s important to me, I see glimpses of his face and his name is all over my head now,” Newt cries, snuggling against Percival chest. “I feel like… I miss him.”

“I’ll help you find him,” Percival mumbles even though he hates the idea. That night he sleeps next to Newt, cuddling with him and thinks bitterly… that Theseus should be there for Newt if he really loves him, is he really looking for him?

Does he really care?

He’s sure he doesn’t love Newt as much as Percival does.

Newt gets to meet Percival’s aurors and somehow becomes best friends with Tina Goldstein and her sister Queenie.

Auror Goldstein’s sister says she could help them and honestly Percival is a little bit reluctant to let her help.

“I know you love him,” Queenie says, startling Percival.

“How do you–never mind. So… A legilimens, right?”

“Yes,” she chuckles. “But you’re great at occlumency… I actually didn’t find out with my gift. It’s just the way you look at him.”

“Am I really that obvious?” Percival sighs, feeling the pain in his chest.

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to, because Percival finds out that all MACUSA knows about his… crush, except for Newt himself.

Well it’s better that way, isn’t it?

***

“I can hear a surname in your head, sweetie,” Queenie says gently while Percival intertwines his fingers with Newt’s. “Scamander. Does that mean anything to you?”

“I think I’m Newt Scamander,” he mumbles, looking down. “He’s also Scamander… Theseus, I mean.”

“The war hero,” Tina whispers and Percival freezes.

His own thoughts are already torturing him. Does that mean Newt is married to that man? Does he still love him?

Percival scolds himself; he shouldn’t be thinking that, he promised Newt he’d find that wizard.

The man who’s probably going to take Newt away from him.

***

“Where is he?” The man… Scamander emerges from the fireplace almost as soon as Tina fire-calls him. Percival has never seen someone so desperate before.

He really loves Newt, doesn’t he?

“Before you see him, you need to know… He’s been struggling with his memory; I’ve found him on the battlefield, unconscious. And when he woke up, he didn’t remember anything,” Percival mumbles, looking as the wizard’s expression turns into sorrow.

“Does he–”

“Yes, but not everything about your life together,” Percival tries to explain. “Please, just don’t… overwhelm him.”

Theseus Scamander nods, looking back at him with curiosity in his eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Percival Graves. MACUSA’s Director of Magical Security.”

“Thanks for taking care of my brother, Percival,” he says and the relief the Director feels cannot be described with words.

Although, that doesn’t change anything; Newt will still return to London.

Queenie and Newt come out of the kitchen and Percival sees the exact moment when Newt recognizes Theseus.

“‘Seus,” he says in a whisper, full of emotion and the British auror is trying to hold himself back but he can’t.

He rushes to take Newt in his arms, tears falling from his eyes.

“I thought you were… dead,” he sobs and Newt leans to press their foreheads together. Percival decides to leave the apartment to let them speak.

When he comes back it’s clear what is going to happen; Newt is going to leave and the hug he gives him as a goodbye almost hurts Percival.

No… It doesn’t actually, what ends up hurting him is coming back to an empty house.

***

“This is ridiculous, Percival,” Seraphina narrows her eyes at him during lunch and punches him lightly on the shoulder. “You can’t just… stay like this.”

“What do you mean?” Percival mumbles, looking down at his plate; he’s not particularly hungry that day… He needs to go back to his office and keep working.

“You are miserable,” she tells him, the words startle him a little.

He can’t deny it; he misses Newt so much.

“And what do you suggest I do?”

“Go after him,” Seraphina replies without hesitation. “Tell him how you feel and if he doesn’t want you, you come back here and move on.”

“He doesn’t need this right now…”

“Let him decide that for himself, Percival. By Mercy Lewis! I’ve never thought I’d see you give up on the love of your life just like that!”

Percival’s lips quirk up a little bit at that, it’s a bittersweet gesture, but it still has joy in it.

She’s right, Newt is the love of his life.

***

He has dealt with dark wizards and traffickers, all kinds of criminals and yet Percival had never felt so nervous like he does now.

Of course, the brother has to be the one that responds when he knocks at the door.

“It took you more than I was expecting,” Theseus chuckles.

“Am I that–”

“Yes, you are,” he says, trying not to laugh, moving out of the way to let Percival get in the house. “I honestly thought you were going to tell me that I couldn’t take my little one with me. You looked so… broken.”

“I was tempted,” he admits, feeling better already. He looks around, desperate to get at least a glimpse of Newt.

“Listen, I’m grateful for what you did and I seriously think you’re a good man, but this is my little one we’re talking about and I’d like to make sure he’s happy and safe,” the British auror says. “So you’re still on probation.”

“On probation?”

“Yes.”

Percival has the feeling that overprotective brother is going to cause him a headache in the near future, but he doesn’t really care.

Newt gets out of a suitcase on the floor and freezes for a couple of seconds when he sees Percival. Then he grins from ear to ear to the Director’s relief.

“Percy!” The wizard jumps into his arms and that alone feels like the best thing in the world. “You came to see me!”

“I’ve missed you so much, Newt,” Percival kisses his brow and the wizard’s cheeks turn completely red at that.

It’s adorable.

“I’ve missed you too,” he admits.

“Newt, I…” Percival is nervous, but leans in anyway and kisses him on the lips. His lovely redhead gets surprised for a moment, but kisses back.

The Director puts his hands on Newt’s hips to pull him closer and keeps kissing him… At least until Theseus clears his throat.

“Stop devouring my little brother,” he says, irritated.

Newt rolls his eyes and looks back at Percival with a beautiful smile on his face.

“Would you… go on a date with me?” He would like to ask if he wants to move back in with him, but he suspects the overprotective brother would not appreciate it.

Perhaps they can talk about it later.

“I’d love to, Percy.”

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“He’s here again, isn’t he?” Jacob startles Newt who’s taking too much time making a single hot chocolate for the girl with brownish curls that just walked in the bakery.

“I don’t know what are you talking about,” Newt tries not to look at his friend/boss; he’s lying of course he knows whom Jacob is talking about because that man is the one Newt has a huge crush on.

Dark eyes and dark and grey hair that somehow makes him look devastatingly handsome and it’s not fair because Newt is just a boring college student that has absolutely no chance of drawing his attention.

He can’t even talk to him; he always gets so flustered the moment he gets inside the bakery. Newt just blushes and does anything to hide from him. Which is ridiculous because it’s not like the man notices him anyway.

“I think he’s a cop, he’s probably detective or the captain of a unit, he just looks like someone with authority,” Jacob keeps saying. “You like him, don’t you?”

Newt shakes his head, making Jacob roll his eyes.

“Just talk to him,” his friend says and when it looks like Newt is going to stay in the kitchen forever he adds: “Fine, I’ll take his order, but at least give the girl her chocolate, alright? And clean up the other tables.”

“Okay,” Newt says, glad to have something to do to avoid looking at the man.

He lets the chocolate on the girl’s table and she smiles at him, blinking a few times quickly for no apparent reason.

“Thank you, honey,” she says, grinning. “Actually… I was wondering–”

Someone clears his throat behind him and Newt almost jumps when he sees the handsome man just a few inches away from him; Jacob is nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry, but I forgot to tell the man, I assume he’s Mr. Kowalski for a… A doughnut with my coffee.”

Newt’s cheeks turn pink and he’s definitely frozen on his spot… just for a couple of seconds.

He can do this. It’s just another customer.

“Alright, I’ll bring you one,” he mumbles and then adds: “Which flavor?”

Then man leans forward with a huge grin on his face.

“Which one is your favorite?”

Newt finds the question weird, but answers anyway.

“Blueberry,” he mumbles, trying not to look into those dark eyes.

“Then bring me two of those,” he says and before Newt can go, he adds: “I’m Percival Graves.”

“Newt Scamander,” it’s a miracle Newt hasn’t dropped anything yet, although he stammered a little bit.

When he walks in the kitchen, Jacob is done with the coffee and Newt takes the opportunity to give him the two doughnuts.

“He said he wanted this too,” he mumbles, glad he’s not going to have to go back there.

His friend quirks up a brow at him, curious, but nods and walks out of the kitchen quickly.

“He was so disappointed when he saw me,” Jacob comments when he comes back. “Newt, I don’t know why you worry so much, I think he likes you.”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

Jacob rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Anyway, both of us have to go back, because I saw a mother with his children walking in.”

Newt nods; he can’t hide in the kitchen anyway.

He’s so busy trying to get everything for the group of kids, he doesn’t notice Graves approaching him, but the woman sitting with the children does; she looks over Newt’s shoulder and then at him before winking.

Confused, Newt turns around, only to gasp when he almost bumps into Graves’s chest. The handsome man chuckles and takes Newt by the arm.

“Be careful, sweetheart,” he whispers with a smirk. “I just… wanted to give you this.”

Newt takes the blueberry doughnut and finally looks up, trying to ignore the fact that Graves called him ‘sweetheart’.

“What? But–”

“It’s for you, you said it was your favorite,” Graves comments. “Well, I have to go now… But I’ll come back tomorrow.”

It doesn’t mean anything, Newt knows basically nothing about him; he could be happily married, why would he care about him?

He tries to distract himself by cleaning the tables and notices Graves left the napkin perfectly folded again. It’s like he never used it, it always looks perfectly clean to Newt. He always does that and Newt finds it charming somehow because he has a huge crush on that man apparently.

The next days are… different; Graves tries to ask Newt directly what he needs even though Jacob is there and always gives Newt something before walking away.

“What more do you need, Newt? The poor man’s eyes are always following you around the room, he talks to you, he buys you some of my pastries everyday and you still don’t even look at him,” Jacob sighs, although he’s a little bit amused with the situation, sometimes he’s just like his girlfriend Queenie.

“I don’t think he likes me like that, Jacob,” Newt says and his friend just rolls his eyes. “I’m just a college student.”

“You’re a pretty college student, Newt and he’s not blind,” his friend says, making him blush.

***

The next day Graves doesn’t stop at the counter like he always does, he walks all the way to where Newt is, trying to place the chairs in the correct order.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Well, the question startles him for sure, because he wasn’t expecting him that morning and Graves stops just a few inches away from him.

Newt looks at him in confusion and the man rubs the back of his head, nervously.

“You can tell me if I’m bothering you, that’s the last thing I want, believe me,” he mumbles, suddenly looking shy. “Because I’ve been flirting for the past–”

“You’ve been… flirting? With me?”

“Yes. And I always left my number written in a napkin for you, but you never call,” Graves whispers, looking sad.

“I didn’t know!” Newt’s blush spreads down his neck.

The man doesn’t seem upset though, he actually sighs, relieved and smiles at Newt.

“The reason I come back to this place everyday is to see you, Newt,” he confesses. “And I thought I was being obvious!”

“You were being obvious,” Jacob cuts in then, standing at the other side of the counter, looking amused at them. “But my friend here is completely clueless.”

Graves takes Newt’s hand then and kisses it.

“Would you go on a date with me?”

Newt nods, because he can’t even talk at the moment; his heart is beating so fast in his chest it seems it wants to get out of it.

“Tonight?” Graves seems really hopeful and happy that Newt can’t help but smile in return.

“I’d love to, Mr. Gra–”

“Please, call me Percival,” he insists, right before pressing his lips to Newt’s. “I’ll be back for you in a couple of hours.”

“Alright,” Newt mumbles, trying to fight the huge grin on his face.

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Newt gets hurt during one of the cases; his leg is broken and it’ll take more than a couple of weeks for it to get back to normal, that’s why Melissa Williams, the Head of the MACUSA’s healers decides to give him a wheelchair; she insists he should use his leg the least possible for him to recover completely.

It’s difficult for the magizoologist, but he manages to get used to it, especially because he has some amazing friends that start helping him feeding his creatures.

He also has Mr. Graves.

It takes most of the aurors by surprise the fact that the Director becomes really… attached to Newt. He likes to keep an eye on him almost all the time and make sure he has everything he needs.

It’s strange coming from someone that’s always too busy to pay attention to anything that is not work, but because of it almost no one is surprised when the incident happens and Graves turns into the most terrifying wizard they’ve ever seen.

Someone decides to prank Newt by leaving him in the evidence room without his wheelchair, his wand or even his case with him and the magizoologist has been so stressed lately he can’t help but burst into tears.

When Graves finds him, sobbing and alone in that cold place he loses it; he takes the magizoologist in his arms, wipes off the tears from his eyes and leaves him on Tina’s couch.

All MACUSA shivered that day.

The ones that saw what happened say the Director found the people responsible and that he was like a man possessed; eyes dark with anger, fuming in front of the two terrified men.

They get fired almost immediately and never come back to MACUSA again; actually nobody sees them at all after that day.

Graves doesn’t find the wheelchair, however some say he actually does, but wants an excuse to take Newt in his arms and carry him around MACUSA. And they seem to be right, because Graves keeps taking Newt in his arms even after Williams says he can start walking on his own again.

Newt complains all the time, although everyone knows he likes it, and the Director just chuckles before kissing him all over the face until he turns completely red.

Nobody is surprised when they find out the two of them start dating, actually, some of them were waiting impatiently for that to happen.

Both of them look ridiculously happy now.

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Percival’s mother would be scandalized if she saw what her omega son is trying to do. But Newt is an oblivious alpha and Percival Graves is determined to have him.

He unbuttons his shirt to show his unmarked neck and part of his chest and he walks around MACUSA just like that, making a few alphas stop what they’re doing and look at him.

“I can help you with t-that, boss,” one of the MACUSA’s workers stammers, clearly showing interest in him.

“No,” Percival glares at him and everyone around pretends they see nothing, even though they were paying close attention to the whole exchange just seconds ago.

Finally, Newt is coming down the hallway (Percival’s been wandering around MACUSA the whole day hoping to bump into him).

According to tradition, he should wait until Newt offers to button his shirt; this is for the alpha to make sure the omega is not mated and for the alpha to show that he cares about the omega.

But Percival is not going to risk it; he stops in front of Newt and everyone goes quiet again, even Goldstein who’s just a few feet away from them.

“Could you please help me with this?” He mumbles and then adds, feeling his cheeks like they’re on fire. “With your hands?”

“Of course,” the alpha mumbles, a little bit confused while Percival almost purrs triumphantly.

“Wait, Newt–”

“Goldstein, I believe you have work to do.”

“But, Sir…”

“Now,” he’s not going to let her ruin his moment.

Newt finally finishes buttoning the shirt and Percival takes a step closer, waiting for a kiss or something, but the alpha just mumbles something like “it’s done!” And then goes after Tina Goldstein.

Something’s wrong.

He tries it again by asking Newt to order food for him. The alpha does, but doesn’t seem to be aware of what’s going on.

Percival even shares his food with him and even though it doesn’t seem to help Newt get it, at least sends a clear sign that Percival Graves is very much interested in that alpha and no omega dares to get close to Newt again.

Finally, auror Goldstein’s sister takes pity on him.

“Courting requests are different in England, Mr. Graves,” explains the blond witch. “That’s why he hasn’t responded to yours.”

At least that makes sense.

“Thank you, Miss Goldstein.”

“You’re welcome. And good luck!”

***

Percival sends a letter to Theseus to ask him about the matter and although he admits he has finally found his alpha, he doesn’t mention is Theseus’s little brother.

He’ll deal with that later.

He finds Newt the next day and feels a little bit nervous about the whole thing, because Theseus mentioned in his letter that he could be rejected.

He hopes that’s not the case.

But… what if Newt understands what Percival has been trying to do this whole time but makes it look like he doesn’t so he doesn’t hurt the omega’s feelings?

Percival clears his throat and gets Newt’s attention; auror Goldstein and her sister are looking at them, as well as other curious aurors.

“Please, Newt… would scent my coat?”

At least he knows this time Newt somehow understands what he’s trying to say, because the alpha blushes to the tip of his ears.

It’s adorable.

“Are you s-sure about this, Percival?”

“Absolutely,” the omega purrs and when Newt takes his coat and starts to scent it, Percival smiles like an idiot.

The alpha gives Percival his coat back and the omega wears it proudly.

Then he just… jumps at Newt and starts kissing him desperately and moans when the magizoologist kisses back.

“My office… yes?” He breathes, not sure if those rushed words make sense to Newt; he doesn’t even care what the others think, he just needs to bond now.

“I’d love to,” Newt mumbles against his lips, shivering. “But we can’t until the courtship is over.”

“Of course,” he whispers, even though he’s already planning how to make Newt snap and take him before the courtship is over.

Percival has never been a patient man and he doesn’t care about traditions at all.

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Newt understands that Percival’s job is demanding; he also has a job that requires him to travel a lot and sometimes is difficult for him to keep in touch with the ones he loves, but this time it’s different for some reason.

Perhaps it’s because Newt is currently living with Percival and it’s weird for him not to see his boyfriend returning from MACUSA at night, tired but with a smile only reserved for the magizoologist.

He had told him about this; he said he had an important case to solve and he had to remain in MACUSA until it was done, but Newt still worries.

He worries even though he receives a note every single day, a note written by Percy himself, telling him he’s okay and he’ll be home soon. It’s been three days and Newt has been away from home for weeks but at the moment he misses his boyfriend so much.

“Tomorrow I’ll go to MACUSA to bring him breakfast,” Newt tells his demiguise who can sense the magizoologist is sad and jumps into his arms to make him feel better.

When Newt goes back to the living room and is ready to make himself cocoa the front door opens and for a moment he can’t quite believe the Director of Magical Security is there with a huge grin on his face.

It’s too early for him to be back from work, Newt observes, but he realizes he doesn’t care because Percival is there spreading his arms and the redhead can’t help but run towards him.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he admits and Percival chuckles before kissing Newt all over the face.

“Glad to know I’m not the only one who feels that way,” he comments and then adds: “I wanted to surprise you; we finally caught the traffickers and I was honestly desperate to see you again. Picquery allow me to finish the paperwork tomorrow.”

Newt presses his lips against Percival’s before intertwining their fingers together.

“Let’s make dinner, you must be hungry.”

“Oh, I am, but it’s not that kind of… hunger,” Percival whispers into Newt’s ear, making him shiver. “Perhaps we could go to the bedroom first?”

“Alright, bedroom first,” Newt agrees with a shy smile, feeling his heart warm and happy again.

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Newt feels the blush spreading down his neck when Percival takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together before they walk in the store.

“I always wanted to see you in one of those,” the Director whispers against his cheek before giving him a kiss. “Let’s check them out. You can choose as many as you want, sweetheart.”

He’s not sure his face can turn more red, but anything can happen today.

Newt has never been in a place like that before, but he has to admit that he’s always wanted to wear lingerie.

One of the employees smiles at them, probably because they know Percival has money (they seem to figure that out as soon as they take a look at him).

If Newt’s being honest, he had no idea what a sugar daddy was until he met Percival Graves. Although he has to admit he enjoys the life of a sugar baby.

He has read a couple of articles and opinions on the subject and most of the people agree it’s better if there are no real emotions involved; he knows Percival doesn’t love him (why would he?) but Newt’s okay with what he gets. He needs the money anyway.

They both choose a couple and Percival pays for all of them almost in a hurry, whispering Newt how desperate he is to go back home and see him wearing them.

Newt’s heart is already beating like crazy against his chest, but he can’t deny he’s excited about the perspective.

Percival takes him out to dinner first though and when they go back to the man’s house Newt starts getting nervous again, because even though he likes lingerie he’s not sure how he’ll look in it.

What if Percival doesn’t like it?

“Choose your favorite, I’ll wait for you in our bedroom,” Percival smiles, before pressing his lips against Newt’s quickly, but none of that can distract him from the fact that he said it was their room.

Newt has never slept with Percival before so perhaps it was just a mistake.

He decides to put on the black one, the one that has the lace leaves on the top. Newt doesn’t even look at himself in the mirror and walks back in the bedroom.

He’s flustered.

Percival gasps, eyes opening wide as Newt gets closer to the bed and on the man’s face his lips quirk up.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, taking Newt by the waist and pulling him closer to him.

“Do y-you want me to put on the others?” Newt asks shyly and gets a little bit surprised when Percival shakes his head.

“No, actually… I’d like to take you wearing this first,” he admits, kissing Newt’s neck. “Only if you want that, of course.”

The redhead blushes even more, but nods; he can’t deny Percival Graves is very attractive and Newt has thought about having sex with him a couple of times before.

“Yes… I’d l-like that.”

Percival is a gentle lover; he takes his time with Newt, pressing his lips against every inch of Newt’s skin he can reach while whispering how beautiful he is over and over.

He starts pounding into him while looking at Newt’s eyes and kissing him possessively every now and then and the redhead can’t help but lose himself in the pleasure. He cries out Percival’s name when he cums and the man moans his as he does the same inside Newt and collapses next to him.

Percival cleans them up before falling asleep with Newt in his arms and for a moment the redhead worries he could fall in love with that man.

Although his worries vanish the next day when he wakes up only to realize that Percival is whispering against the back of his neck.

“I love you, Newt,” he mumbles shyly, even though the redhead is sure he’s not supposed to hear that confession. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you. Please don’t leave me.”

Newt’s heart jumps into his chest happily, although he doesn’t turn around to let Percival know he’s awake.

Perhaps it’s better to wait until he decides to confess it himself.

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Newt is completely exhausted; he has noticed he gets tired more often now that his belly has become huge. But he likes it; he enjoys seeing it and knowing his baby is there. Although that has also made things more complicated when it comes to his creatures, they have turned into protective beasts that are constantly checking if Newt’s alright.

Well, they’re not the only ones. Percival has turned also into an overprotective husband that’s way too worried whenever he’s around Newt.

He’s also even more possessive now, which is something that doesn’t bother Newt at all; watching him narrowing his eyes or glaring at someone that has been looking at Newt too much is sometimes fun to see.

But the Director of Magical Security is also very much kind and gentle when it comes to Newt; he could be growling at one of his aurors for not doing their paperwork correctly and the next second he’s kissing the magizoologist’s cheek, stroking his belly and asking him if he’s alright.

Newt never thought he’d get married or get pregnant or that his husband would be a powerful American wizard and his brother’s best friend (although Theseus insists Percival is not his friend anymore since he stole his baby brother from him). But now that he’s married and is expecting, he truly believes he couldn’t be happier.

Percival is currently making coffee and cocoa in the kitchen and Newt sinks into the couch, trying not to fall asleep.

“Hello, Artemis,” he mumbles, smiling down at his belly. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms.”

And then it happens; the baby kicks as if it’s trying to answer its Mummy and Newt can’t help but gasp.

“What is it, Newt, are you okay?” Percival almost stumbles into the room, looking from his husband’s hand on his belly to his face. “Newt?”

The magizoologist chuckles, absolutely delighted. He reaches out to Percival and when the auror kneels next to him he takes one of his hands and puts it over his tummy.

“Artemis is kicking!” Newt tells him, grinning from ear to ear and when Percival finally feels it, he gasps, just like Newt did minutes ago.

Percival looks at him in awe, kisses him all over the face, before pressing his lips against Newt’s belly.

Artemis seems to be as happy as both his parents are. And even though Newt’s a bit nervous about having his first child, he knows it’s going to be alright.

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It doesn’t happen when they first met, because Newt is very shy and he doesn’t even look at him in the eye at first. But Percival is kind to him, perhaps more than he is with other people, because that’s the man who realized it wasn’t really him when the thing with the obscurus happened.

When it happens however, it’s incredible. He’s doing paperwork, trying not to think about the torture he endured during his time as Grindelwald’s prisoner when he hears a laughter, one he hadn’t heard before.

He opens his office’s door and sees the magizoologist smiling at whatever Tina just said and it’s absolutely mesmerizing.

Percival wants to see more of that.

Ignoring the way Seraphina looks at him, he starts eating at MACUSA’s cafeteria because that’s where Newt is. And he just glances in his direction every now and then and waits for that sweet smile of his; Percival does his best not to grin in response, because Seraphina is watching.

And that’s enough, just a smile for him to feel great for the rest of the day. But it becomes addictive and suddenly Percival wants nothing more than to be the reason why Newt smiles.

“Did you give him permission to carry that magical creature in his pocket all the time?”

“Yes. It makes him happy.”

“Oh, I see.”

“What do you mean?”

But Seraphina doesn’t explain, she just chuckles, hiding behind her cup of coffee.

***

Percival Graves starts bringing pastries that he buys from a no-maj who is supposed to be obliviated.

Instead, he talks to him, tells him he’s Newt’s boss and after his girlfriend Queenie assures him Percival is not going to make him forget again, Kowalski agrees to tell him all about Newt’s favorite pastries.

“Good luck,” the no-maj mumbles, although Percival has no idea why he just said that.

It works though; Percival gives Newt the pastries and the magizoologist beams at him in a way that makes the Director happy for the rest of the day.

He comes up with all kinds of ideas to make Newt smile and the whole MACUSA starts looking at him in a strange way every time Newt and he are in the same room.

It doesn’t matter anyway, because Newt likes him and now spends most of the time in Percival’s office where the Director can look at his beautiful smile.

He doesn’t question why he feels like that, he just enjoys being around Newt and doesn’t think too much of it until Seraphina walks in his office and once she realizes Newt is not there she tells him.

“Percival, you idiot… You’re in love!”

The Director of Magical Security, Percival Graves, the man that survived for weeks being Grindelwald’s prisoner, does not panic at all when he realizes Seraphina is right.

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“Well… you could just ask him out, you know.”

Despite of how nervous he feels he follows her advice. And when he does, Newt gives him the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen.

Percival can’t describe how happy he feels at that moment.

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Percival has been doing everything in his power to hide the fact that he’s completely in love with Newt for the past months, however it seems life keeps putting all sort of traps in front of him so he finally blurts it all out.

“Call your magizoologist, we have a meeting, Percival,” Seraphina tells him, making a few of his aurors quirk up their brows.

He decides to ignore them and knocks at the case a few times.

Newt comes out almost immediately, the only problem is that he is shirtless when he does; it seems he has forgotten to put something on.

Although no one mentions it because they all seem to enjoy very much the view; Percival had no idea Newt looked like that under his clothes, but it makes sense for him to have very well-developed muscles.

For the first few seconds, Percival can’t do anything but stare at how beautiful Newt is and… just as he had imagined, his redhead has freckles all over his back and chest. Percival is almost sure they’re also all over his thighs and butt.

He’s about to drool when someone behind him gasps and he realizes he’s not the only one ogling his magizoologist.

Finally, Newt himself notices he forgot to put his shirt back on and since everyone is looking in his direction he blushes and it’s absolutely mesmerizing to see that blush spreading down his neck.

Percival takes a few steps closer to him, takes off his own coat and puts it over Newt’s shoulders; he purposely forgets using magic so he has an excuse to touch him.

“Thank you,” Newt smiles, having no idea Percival is kind of claiming him as his in front of his aurors and the President herself.

The Director glares at the people around, just to make clear no one can look at that body but him and most of his aurors mumble something about the meeting and leave the hallway.

“Don’t be late,” Seraphina warns, doing her best not to roll her eyes at him.

“I’ll put a shirt on and I’ll be back,” Newt mumbles, looking more relaxed now that there’s no one but the two of them.

So Percival has just silently admitted his true feelings for Newt in front of his aurors, and even though he didn’t want anyone to know at first, he’s almost glad it happened.

He likes the fact that everyone knows Newt is his; the only problem is that the wizard himself has no idea yet.

Percival will let him know though… eventually.

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Percival is just sitting on that bench, trying not to think about Grindelwald and the fact that no one seemed to know it wasn’t actually him that time. He doesn’t want to walk into MACUSA that day, but he has to.

He sighs, ready to rise from his spot, when he feels something in his coat pocket; he looks in surprise as a little magical creature tries to take his watch.

Percival looks around and fortunately there are no people looking in his direction.

“Wait! Please, don’t hurt him!” Now there’s a gorgeous man trying to take the creature away from him. Percival narrows his eyes, trying not to get distracted by those freckles and gets the creature back in his pocket.

“There are no-majes around,” he scolds. “Besides, it’s illegal to have a magi–”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Graves.”

“Do I know you?” Percival is confused, but also pretty sure he would never forget a face like that.

The beautiful wizard shakes his head while a lovely blush starts spreading down his neck.

“Not exactly…”

Oh, so he met Grindelwald. Percival hates the dark lord more just for that.

“Are you Newt Scamander?” Suddenly the magical creatures and the fact that he met Grindelwald disguised make him remember that particular name.

“Yes,” Newt nods shyly, looking at the ground and Percival has the urge to take him by the chin to stare into those beautiful green eyes one more time. “My Niffler is obsessed with shiny things, I’m sorry if he tried to steal something from you, but he’s not actually… bad.”

Percival sighs; he can’t believe he’s actually considering giving the creature back.

“I’ll give it to you, but not here. There are many no-majes around.”

“Let’s go to my friend’s bakery!”

For the first time in his life he’s going to be arrive late at MACUSA and he actually doesn’t care at all.

***

“Mr. Scamander, please tell me he’s not the no-maj who’s supposed to be obliviated,” Percival pinches the bridge of his nose, although part of him just wants to kiss that lovely wizard on the cheek.

“I’m not,” Mr. Kowalski mumbles.

Queenie Goldstein walks into the bakery then, although she’s the only one that doesn’t look concerned.

“Fine, I won’t say anything if you don’t mention I was here,” Percival sighs while Kowalski whispers something like Thank God and Newt beams at him.

Oh, that smile. He wants more of it.

He gives the creature back and Newt convinces him to stay a while. They both eat some of Kowalski’s pastries and Percival gets lost in Newt’s stories about his creatures and his grin.

Percival knows he’s smiling back like an idiot and he doesn’t care. He’s never felt like that before.

He wants to keep Newt… He’s going to, although it’s been a long time since he tried to woo someone, but he thinks he can handle it.

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Fontaine almost bumps into Newt because of how focused he’s on reaching the training room. Weiss is with him, but she’s carrying what it looks like a bag full of Jacob’s pastries.

Everybody loves them and Newt is glad, because that means they all are willing to ignore the fact that Jacob is a muggle and shouldn’t know a thing about the wizarding world.

Besides, everyone seems to like him.

“What’s going on?” Newt asks, curious. It seems like they’re not the only ones heading towards that room.

“Boss is training!” Lopez says. “We all like to watch him practice new spells and fighting movements because we always learn something new.”

“Come with us, Newt,” Weiss takes him by the arm while Tina rolls her eyes.

“What if Mr. Graves gets angry because you’re distracting him?” Tina puts her hands over her hips.

“He won’t, Goldstein, relax!” Kenneth assures, glancing at Newt for some reason. “That’s why we’re taking his darling with us.”

His darling? Newt’s a little bit confused, but he gets distracted when Pickett gets out of his coat pocket to start complaining about human rituals.

“It’s not a ritual, Pickett. He’s just training so he can be prepared for–What is he training for?” He adds, looking back at Fontaine.

“We have no idea, although maybe it’s just to stay in shape.”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” Weiss says when they get in the room. “It looks like it’s something serious.”

She has a point, Newt has never seen Graves so focused before.

“Newt!” He stops to look up at him with a huge smile on his face. Newt blushes, feeling excited and happy for some reason. “I’m glad to see you here.”

“Why are you training for, boss?” Kenneth asks, interested. The rest of the aurors get closer to hear the answer.

For some reason, Graves smirks and looks back at Newt.

“I have to defeat someone.”

“Why?” Weiss says, almost in a whisper.

“It’s personal,” by his tone, it seems it’s the only information he’s going to give them.

It’s a pity because even Newt had started to feel curious.

“I can help you if you want,” he offers, feeling more shy than usual. Graves has a weird glimmer in his eyes every time he looks at Newt.

“I’d love to.”

***

“This one is to make your opponent believe the curses come from another direction,” Newt mumbles, it’s difficult for the aurors to understand what he’s saying, but they’re still watching with interest.

“That’s actually really impressive, Newt,” Graves grins, kissing the magizoologist’s hand, making the poor redhead gasp. “Where did you learn that?”

“This one I learned when I was in Brazil; the wizards and witches there are very kind and willing to help you with pretty much anything you need.”

Graves narrows his eyes for a moment and looks back at Newt, pulling him closer.

“I hope they weren’t too friendly,” he almost growls and Newt doesn’t quite understand why he looks like he’s irritated out of the sudden.

“Is there something wrong with being friendly?” The magizoologist looks at Graves in confusion and the man just sighs, but smiles at Newt.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was trying to say,” the Director mumbles, although it only confuses Newt more. “But it’s okay, just forget about it. What’s next?”

“You need to be faster; you’re great at spells and curses and you’re strong, but someone could easily take you by surprise if they’re good at apparating.”

“Show me.”

***

Newt doesn’t actually want to chuckle, but he does it anyway because Graves has given up on trying to cast a spell at him and now he’s just focused on catching him.

But Newt’s great at apparition; he’s fast and can even do that while he’s running, using magic or even midair if necessary.

“If you’re not as fast as your opponent, you need to try to guess where they’re gonna apparate next so you can surprise them,” Newt explains as Graves falls on the ground trying to puts his arms around him. “Theseus taught me to apparate fast, although I think I’m faster than him now.”

Finally, Graves manages to take him in his arms and they both fall to the ground.

“You did it!” Newt chuckles, but his smile turns into surprise as Graves kisses him on the cheek.

“Now I just need to practice those new spells you taught me.”

***

“Are you gonna fight my brother?” Newt stroms into the pentagram office, feeling a little bit irritated with Graves. “I thought we were friends!”

He just found out minutes ago, because Fontaine couldn’t shut up about it. And now he feels upset; why do his brother and his friend want to fight each other?

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna win, little one!” Theseus says, taking his brother in his arms and kissing him on the nose. “He’s not going to put his hands on you.”

“What?”

“I’m not going to hurt him, Newt,” Graves tells him, desperate. He seems to have noticed that Newt is upset at the moment. “A couple of weeks ago I wrote to your brother to tell him I was going to court you, but he said I had to fight him first to get his approval.”

Newt moves away from Theseus to glare at him, at least he looks like he’s sorry.

“He doesn’t need your approval,” he’s so focused on how irritated he is that he hasn’t actually thought about the fact that Graves wants to court him.

“He does.” Theseus says.

Newt pinches the bridge of his nose, remembering all the time he’s spent training with Graves.

“Fine, if you want to do this, then do it.”

They have a duel, but Graves is a fast learner and since Theseus and Newt have similar skills it’s almost as if Newt helped Graves train for this specific moment.

The Director manages to tie Theseus’s legs with a spell before he can apparate away and Newt’s brother curses when he hits the ground and his wand flies right at Percival Graves’s hand.

“Would you go on a date with me, Newt?” Graves is so happy it seems he cannot wait any longer to ask. The glimmer of hope in his eyes and his smile make Newt grin back.

“Stay away from my brother!” Theseus growls at the same time Newt replies with a shy, but excited: “Yes.”

The magizoologist helps him get up, ignoring the hurt look on his face.

“But, little one–”

“You made the rules, ‘Seus and Percival won,” he realizes it’s the first time he calls the Director by his first name.

Theseus sighs, kisses his brother’s cheek and shakes Graves’s hand reluctantly.

“Fine, but I’ll keep an eye on you,” he glares at Graves who seems like he doesn’t care at all.

Newt rolls his eyes; it looks like it’ll take a while for Theseus to understand he’s not a child anymore and he can take care of himself.

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Newt hears a little girl crying and he rolls his eyes before appearing in front of the Nightmare king. He blows a little bit of golden sand over the girl’s bedroom and the little one immediately starts chuckling in her sleep.

A bit of sand gets in Percival’s nose and the king sneezes, prompting Newt to giggle.

Percival frowns at him, but it’s not really that effective when he’s trying not to look at him. Newt smiles, floating around him with his new outfit that looks more like a dress.

He’s wearing it for the Nightmare king.

“Why are you so obsessed with making people suffer?” Newt mumbles; Percival looks up at him in that exact moment and his frown vanishes almost instantly.

“You know it’s my job, Sandman.”

“You know my name, Percy,” Newt whispers, getting closer, adoring the way his cheeks turn slightly pink. “And you also know that I’ll come quickly if someone is suffering. That’s why you do it, isn’t it? To see me?”

Percival sighs, like he always does when Newt starts flirting with him; he pretends he’s irritated, but Newt can always see in those dark eyes of his the truth: how vulnerable and lonely he is.

“Yes,” he blurts out, surprising Newt. “I did it because I knew you’d come and I wanted to see you again.”

Percival takes him by the waist and pulls him closer; Newt smiles and puts his arms around his neck happily.

“What if you leave these people so they can have sweet dreams tonight and you come with me instead?” Newt bats his golden eyelashes, watching with delight as the Nightmare king melts on the spot.

Percival’s response is a very possessive kiss that makes Newt’s toes curl.

“You’re mine, Newt,” he growls over his lips. He’s desperate, trying to make him stay with him.

“I’m yours,” Newt confirms, running his fingers Percival’s hair. “You’ll never be alone again.”

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It happens in the middle of a case, one of Graves cases actually and that’s how he meets Newt Scamander.

They’re outnumbered, in a pub where most of the wizards and witches are poachers or traffickers; they’d do absolutely anything at least to escape from the aurors.

It was an undercover operation, until Collins fucked up and it turned into absolute chaos.

Now Graves is yelling at his aurors while trying to fight three people at the same time, doing his best not to lose anyone when a civilian (a very pretty civilian if he’s being honest) gets himself in the basement while he leaves a case behind. No, he actually leaves it next to auror Goldstein, but what does she have to do with him?

Graves shakes his head; he’s too busy to deal with emotions right now, he can’t be jealous! It’s ridiculous…

A loud noise is the warning he gets before a Nundu and a medium sized dragon come out of the case. Is the redhead a poacher too? Why does Graves feel so disappointed out of the sudden?

But how did he catch those creatures? The traffickers stop fighting against his aurors, they’re too terrified to do anything and the Director of Magical Security takes the opportunity and stuns as many as he can.

Although they need to deal with the beasts and his aurors are not as confident as they were before, some of them are shaking.

He doesn’t blame them though.

A few of them look at him waiting for orders and Graves is not sure yet if he should try to capture the beasts or just–

The Nundu growls when Abernathy tries to approach it and Goldstein is already telling everyone to move out of the way.

“Don’t use magic!” She says. “You’ll scare them!”

Goldstein knows something… Graves will have to talk to her once he deals with this problem.

However the lovely redhead comes back, carrying a pink bird in his arms like it’s a baby.

“Nancy, Gregory! I told you to stay inside!” The man scolds the terrifying creatures, but it seems to be impossible for him to stay mad because he smiles fondly at them and caresses their muzzles until the Nundu purrs and the dragon closes its eyes happily. “Don’t worry, Mummy’s here.”

The Director is sure more than one of his aurors would have something to say about that if it wasn’t for the fact that they all are completely impressed with the man.

Despite of himself, Graves is too.

The wizard mumbles something to his creatures, takes them all inside his case and comes back with a smile on his face that makes Graves weak at the knees.

That would be the worst time to fall in love.

Because he needs to arrest that man. He knows it, they all know it, but that doesn’t stop any of them from looking at the beautiful man in awe.

“Wait, Sir!” Goldstein walks in between them and that irritates Graves for some reason. She must have read his expression because she adds: “He’s not a poacher, he’s Newt Scamander.”

The infamous magizoologist. Why does Graves have to be infatuated with a magizoologist of all people?

“A poacher?” Newt narrows his eyes at him in the cutest way possible.

“It’s still illegal to bring those creatures to New York, Mr. Scamander,” he says, trying to hold back the urge to ask that man to marry him.

The magizoologist blushes and Percival Graves decides right then and there he’s going to make that wizard his husband.

“Well… I was going to–”

“However, I can give you the permits you need if you come to MACUSA with me,” Graves smirks and Newt looks at Goldstein; he hesitates.

“How do I know this is not a trap?” Newt frowns at him and Graves tries not to look so pleased with himself.

Of course it’s a trap, but it’s definitely not what the magizoologist thinks.

“I promise I won’t arrest you or harm your creatures in any way, Newt,” he says and some of his aurors gasp, probably suspecting there’s something more personal about this whole situation. “I always keep my promises.”

Finally, Newt relaxes and Graves grins from ear to ear before offering his arm at the magizoologist.

He’s already thinking about their first date.

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The problem is that whenever Newt gets nervous, he does the first thing that comes to his mind, even though it’s not really the best thing to do.

He’s in America which is probably the last place he expects to find Gellert, especially walking in the same cafeteria where Newt is drowning himself in a cup of the most delicious hot cocoa he’s ever tasted.

The man, his ex-boyfried, seems to immediately spot him among the group of people trying to order something and as soon as Newt notices he’s walking in his direction, he panics.

Which prompts him to make his first mistake.

Newt sits on the same table a man who’s drinking what it appears to be a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.

Although Newt’s actions prompt him to look up at him with curiosity. The redhead is absolutely glad when he realizes the man (who looks even more handsome up close) is not at all angry… yet.

The man quirks up a brow at him instead of asking a question and Newt’s glad he’s giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Newt still can feel Gellert’s eyes on him so he moves closer to the man with dark hair and takes his hand, hoping he doesn’t decide to punch Newt in the face.

Instead of getting angry, the man looks at their hands and smiles at Newt in a way that makes him blush to the tip of his ears. He also intertwines their fingers together.

Newt’s smile is shy as he leans forward and the man’s eyes glimmer with a couple of intense emotions.

“My ex-boyfried is here, could you pretend to be in a relationship with me until he goes away, please?” He whispers and for just a second the other man looks disappointed for some reason.

“I’m going to assume that your ex is the one that has been glaring at me since you sat next to me.” He narrows his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Newt mumbles and the man shakes his head and kisses the redhead’s hand.

“It’s okay, although I wonder what you were doing with someone like that… He looks… obsessed.” He comments while moving to give Newt a kiss on the cheek. “I’m Percival Graves.”

“Newt Sca-amander,” he stammers, reminding himself that Graves is just pretending. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Believe me, it’s my pleasure,” he says before moving forward to press his lips against Newt’s.

The redhead relaxes and kisses Graves back and finds out the man is not only handsome, but an excellent kisser as well.

“You’re gorgeous,” Graves whispers when Newt pulls away to breathe and chases his lips almost immediately. “Actually… I’d like to–”

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” Newt almost jumps from his seat when he hears Gellert’s voice right behind him. He sounds angry. “But I’d like to have a word with you, Newton.”

The redhead panics; he’s not sure he’s ready to have another conversation with Gellert and he thinks he has an idea of what he’s going to tell him.

Which is definitely not good, Gellert is constantly making him doubt.

“I’m sorry, but we really have to go,” Graves says with a satisfied smirk on his face as he takes Newt’s hand; they both rise from their chairs, but he stops just to glare back at Gellert who’s practically fuming. “Come on, Sweetheart.”

With his heart bumping into his chest like crazy, Newt follows Graves without looking back and giggles when the man gives him a kiss on the nose.

When they get out of the cafeteria, Newt makes sure Gellert is not following them; that was one of the problems he had with him when they were together.

“I’m sorry about that,” he apologizes, although he notices Graves doesn’t let go of his hand.

“It’s okay. I told you it was my pleasure,” the man grins, putting a hand on Newt’s waist despite that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore. “But I think that you owe me one.”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do,” Newt assures and gasps when he’s pulled against Graves. “What d-do you need?”

“A chance. I’d like to prove you we’d make a good couple. How about a date?” Graves whispers getting closer and closer until Newt feels his lips against his cheek.

He’s distracted in a good kind of way; honestly everything sounds just so perfect it takes him a couple of seconds to think about what Graves just said.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Newt nods and hears Graves chuckle before kissing him on the lips again.

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Newt’s plan is just to pay a visit to his husband, but as soon as he arrives at MACUSA an auror asks him kindly to go for a coffee for her and her partner.

“Alright,” he mumbles, a little bit confused, but willing to help.

“You’re the sweetest,” she mumbles, caressing his cheek.

“The new ones are always like that,” the wizard next to her chuckles and winks at him in a way that makes Newt blush to the tip of his ears and flee to the cafeteria.

“Hey, I hadn’t seen you here before,” another wizard comments when Newt is looking for the witch that asked for the coffee. “Are you new?”

“Uhh…” Newt’s shyness has never helped him in situations like this; he can’t look at most of people in the eye and when they’re as close as that man, he gets all flustered. “I’m just–Roberts wanted me to bring her these.”

He points at the two cups floating next to him and feels proud for remembering her last name.

“You’re so cute,” the wizard mumbles with a huge smile on his face. “I’m Fontaine. Would you help me with my reports later, darling?”

Percy is probably busy at the moment so he supposes it’s okay if he helps the man for a while.

“Alright.”

***

He has no idea how it happened, but suddenly he’s surrounded by aurors that are fighting over who gets to ask Newt for help. Meanwhile he’s exhausted and very much stressed because he’s not sure he can help everyone in a single day.

Newt starts getting so nervous he runs towards his husband’s office and decides to hide in there for a while.

“What are you doing here, love?” Percival smiles from ear to ear until he notices Newt’s distress. He immediately rises from his seat to join him on the couch. “What is it, my darling? What happened?”

“I can’t help everyone at the same time, Percy!” Newt almost sobs, but after seeing his husband’s confused expression he decides to tell him every single thing that happened since he arrived.

By the time he finishes, Percival is fuming, although it seems he’s not angry with him by the way he kisses Newt all over the face before whispering: “I’ll talk to them, my love.”

He knows his husband can get really furious when he thinks someone did something to his Newt, so the magizoologist decides to follow him to the hallway where the aurors are still fighting over him.

“Great!” Fontaine says, clearly upset. “Now boss will get to have him for the rest of the day.”

“Shut up, you idiot,” Weiss shushes the wizard who only then realizes that their boss’s eyes are almost red with anger. He’s glaring at them in a way that makes all of them shiver.

“You were bossing around my husband?” He snarls before closing both hands into fists. “And flirting with him?”

Newt narrows his eyes, confused; he never mentioned the word flirting, he’s sure of that.

Every single auror pales and looks at Newt like they’re deeply sorry.

“We didn’t know he was your husband, Sir,” Kenneth mumbles and the others just nod, scared.

“We’ll have a meeting right now,” he orders, turns around to kiss a Newt on the forehead and adds, gently: “Wait for me in auror Goldstein’s office, love.”

“Don’t be mad at them, they didn’t know,” Newt tells him, although he doesn’t think Percival heard him at all.

***

Now everything has changed; everyone in the Department is constantly asking Newt what he needs and bringing him all kinds of pastries and gifts whenever he comes to MACUSA to pay a visit to his husband.

He’s being treated like…

“Like a Queen,” Queenie says, clearly amused with the whole situation. “You see, Percival Graves is like the King of the Department of Magical Security therefore you are the Queen. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“It is,” Percival says, walking back in the office only to take Newt and sitting him on his lap. “It’s perfect, isn’t it, my beautiful Queen?”

Despite of himself, Newt blushes and giggles when Percival gives him a kiss on the neck.

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Newt doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with Percival Graves, because that’s all what they are: friends. However he has discovered recently that he wouldn’t mind to be courted by an alpha like him.

Although he’s sure the Director doesn’t feel that way about him; almost every single one of the people he’s met in the past have told him he’s cute, but not exactly a proper omega.

Newt likes to travel and be with his creatures and he’s been told that’s why he will never get an alpha; Theseus insists they’re wrong and he’s perfect, but he’s his brother, of course he would say something like that.

But the thing that makes Newt convince himself not to ask Percival about it is their friendship; he’s one of the few alphas that has treated him with respect and not like he’s a freak and he doesn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable for not returning his feelings.

So the magizoologist decides to forget about it and just enjoy Percival’s company, although sometimes it’s difficult for Newt to spend time with him without getting flustered.

“Sweetie, you’re wrong,” Queenie startles him that afternoon while he’s on his way to see Percival. “You should–”

“Please, Queenie, stop reading my mind,” he stammers and blushes. The beta sighs but nods.

“You’ll be fine, sweetie,” she says then. “I know.”

Newt is not sure what she means by that, but he decides not to ask her about it.

“Newt!” Percival almost beams when the magizoologist walks in; he’s been acting like that for a while. Also, he’s also been giving him all kinds of stuff to Newt. “I brought you a baguette! You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

The omega shakes his head, actually he hasn’t eaten because he knew Percival was going to bring him food. Newt is not sure why he likes to do that.

“Great!” The alpha smiles. “Then we can eat together. I hope you like it.”

He does, Percival somehow always knows what Newt likes.

The omega moans involuntarily when he takes the first bite and doesn’t get to see Percival turning completely red.

“Thank you!” Newt mumbles after he finishes.

“You d-don’t have to thank me, Newt. I–I actually enjoy taking care of you,” Percival whispers, nervous, but the magizoologist hears anyway. “It’s my way to show you how much I… Actually I’d like you to consider the possibility of me… b-being with you.”

Newt tilts his head to the side, confused. They already spend time together, so the magizoologist is not sure what he means by that.

“I’m afraid I don’t…” Newt stops when he feels hot all over his chest. He blinks, bewildered and looks up at Percival who has risen from his seat suddenly. His eyes are turning darker and he takes a deep breath before freezing on the spot.

His alpha smells delicious that day.

Oh no. Why is he having his heat? It’s not supposed to happen until a couple of weeks from now.

“Newt, I–”

“I need to go!” The omega blushes furiously, getting increasingly nervous.

“I can help you,” Percival mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks turn slightly pink. “If you want.”

He wants that more than anything, but he’s too invested already; he couldn’t see it as a one-time thing. He can’t. Not with Percival.

“I’m sorry, but I’d like to save it for… the alpha I’m going to mate with.”

Newt has no idea what he said wrong, but suddenly Percival looks absolutely devastated.

“So… you have someone?”

“No, not yet…”

“I could be that alpha for you,” Percival mumbles and Newt can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Is there something wrong with me? Because you don’t seem to respond to my courtship and–”

“You’re courting me?” The omega gasps, shock and excitement spreading all over his body.

“I’ve been for a while now, I thought you didn’t… like me that way.”

“I do! I do like you!” Newt says, feeling even warmer inside. “I just had no idea… In my country we do things differently.”

They stare into each other’s eyes before Percival grins from ear to ear.

“Can I cou–Oh, Merlin’s beard! Your scent is mouthwatering, Newt,” Percival mumbles, grabbing the desk like he’s trying to stop himself from moving. “You have to go; I don’t know if I can resist–”

“You don’t have to, Percy. I’d like you to take me,” Newt says, biting his bottom lip, making the alpha lose it and close the distance between them.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” Newt whispers before kissing his alpha on the lips.

They have to close the office’s door and put a silencing spell on it as well.

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It’s just been a week since Newt moved in with Percival Graves when he sees something that makes his heart bump into his chest happily; Percival is wearing an old sweater and some of his dark hair is falling over his face. The magizoologist thinks his boyfriend looks absolutely cute, especially with those glasses he’s using to read one of his books about Magical Law Enforcement that honestly Newt finds quite boring.

“You look adorable,” he blurts out and it’s obvious by the way Percival turns completely red that he’s definitely not used to be called that.

Newt is sure he’s been called handsome and sexy before, perhaps all the time, because his boyfriend is definitely all those things, but he wonders if someone had looked at him and called him cute, at least once.

“I’m not sure I like that kind of compliment,” he says, leaving the book next to him and spreading his arms so Newt can sit on his lap. Percival looks flustered and even though he narrows his eyes, Newt knows he’s not actually mad.

“Why not?” Newt chuckles, jumping on his boyfriend’s lap. His grin becomes huge when Percival puts his hands on his waist to pull him even closer. “It’s the truth.”

Before he can protest, Newt starts kissing him on the lips insistently, almost hungrily and the Director moans, a little bit surprised, but not at all displeased with Newt’s enthusiasm. He loves it.

Then the glasses get in the way of their kisses and Newt giggles before taking them off because they keep sliding down from Percy’s nose.

“You’re cuter than me,” the Director argues, pressing his lips on each of the freckles he can reach on Newt’s face.

“I’m not sure about that,” Newt smiles, teasing his boyfriend. He plans on keeping joking about how adorable he is when Percival starts unbuttoning his shirt almost desperately.

“I want to kiss all your freckles,” he whispers and Newt blushes to the tip of his ears. “Can I?”

“Yes, please,” the magizoologist surrenders and gasps (absolutely pleased) when Percival lifts him up and takes him to their bedroom.

Newt decides that he absolutely loves Percival’s sweater. Perhaps one day he could borrow it, at least for a couple of hours.

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Newt’s excited smile vanishes in an instant when he realizes the lions are weak and tired. He quickly goes to see the monkeys and notices they have not enough space to be comfortable, same with the elephants and the giraffes.

“Oh, no,” Jacob mumbles when he sees the determination in Newt’s expression and everything goes down hill from there.

It’s a mess, well… Not at all since Newt manages to get all the creatures inside the case, but a few of MACUSA’s aurors capture them both.

“You again?” Weiss recognizes them from two years ago and rolls her eyes. “Boss is back, you know? Well… The real one. And he’s not gonna like this.”

They let Jacob go, but Newt has to face Percival Graves and everyone is kind of waiting for the scolding and the glares their boss is going to direct at Newt, but when Graves gets into his office, the magizoologist pulls his case against his chest and starts rambling about how they can’t take the creatures away from him.

“They were going to die there. Those people didn’t care about them. I just want to help them… I won’t be a bother, I promise. I can obliviate the muggles who saw me I–”

“Mr. Scamander, it’s okay,” the Director doesn’t seem angry, he even smiles at Newt and puts his hands over the magizoologist’s shoulders to calm him down. “I will help you.”

“Oh,” Newt stops, blinks a couple of times and blushes when Graves pushes a few of his curls off his face. “Thank you.”

“So…” Weiss tells the others a few minutes later. “It seems that redheads are boss’s type.”

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Newt meets Percival Graves because the Director’s lovely dog escapes from his office and everyone is too afraid of him to stop him from roaming around. Luckily, the magizoologist happens to be in MACUSA, paying a visit to his friend, Tina.

“It has escaped,” Fontaine announces, completely pale, rushing into the department of Magical Security where everyone has stopped what they were doing to stare at him in panic.

“You should tell boss,” Weiss advises, looking around. “Is it close?”

Kenneth manages to look at the entrance before shutting the door and putting a protective spell around them.

“It’s on the hallway.” He mumbles, shivering.

“Boss is in a meeting with Picquery right now,” Fontaine whispers after a while. “Besides, I won’t get out of here if that thing is still… there.”

“What are you all talking about?” Newt asks Tina, finally giving into his curiosity.

“Ares; Mr. Grave’s dog,” Tina says, looking at him with worry when Newt immediately beams at her.

“A dog! I want to see him!”

“It’s a giant, three-headed dog, Mr. Scamander!” Lopez looks at the magizoologist like he’s gone crazy. “And it only likes Mr. Graves and it’s extremely dangerous!”

Newt gasps, outraged. Nonsense. He has read about those gentle creatures, they’re not dangerous.

“I bet he only wants attention and love,” Newt says, already breaking the spell and opening the door to get outside.

“Mr. Scamander!” The aurors call after him, but Newt doesn’t listen, he gets out of the room and looks at the dog, who turns his three heads towards him.

Newt stays still, a smile on his face and trying not to look like a threat. Then, he moves closer and says the dog’s name.

“Ares!” The dog starts wagging his tail and running towards Newt until the magizoologist makes a movement with his hand to stop him. The dog sits and the wizard begins to pet him affectionately. “Oh, no!”

His distress prompts the aurors to get out of the room, with their wands in hand, only to find out that Newt is not actually injured and the dog looks like the most obedient dog they have ever seen.

“What is it?” Tina questions, staring at her friend to confirm he’s fine.

“I have not enough hands to pet him!” Newt laments, looking incredibly sad. Tina tries not to roll her eyes.

When Graves and Picquery are walking out of her office, they find Newt talking with the dog that’s already staring at the magizoologist with some sort of adoration.

“Alright, Ares. I’m going to pet each one of your heads, but one at a time, alright?” Newt giggles when the dog moves closer in response, excited.

The Director freezes on the spot with many questions in his head that he doesn’t want to try to get the answers to right now. He’s too distracted by the man with freckles and red hair, the man that his dog seems to adore.

“It’s Newt Scamander, the magizoologist,” Seraphina whispers next to him, the amusement is evident in her voice, but Percival doesn’t care.

“I’m going to marry him,” he blurts out, surprising even himself and realizes that he actually means it. He really wants to marry that man.

“I suggest you introduce yourself first,” Picquery chuckles, but then adds: “Good luck.”

Percival sighs, he knows he’s going to need it.

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Neither Percival nor Gellert know they have “competition” until one day Newt needs to get home early and asks them both (separately over the phone) if it’s okay to get tour at the same time with another person (only for that day).

They both agree because they are desperate to see Newt again (and get another opportunity to woo him, because he’s an oblivious, beautiful thing).

So they meet each other and even if they’re not entirely sure what the other is doing there, they don’t like each other.

“I’m glad you two finally met!” Newt comments then, guiding them through the same places, but always providing them with different information. It’s always fascinating, at least it is from their perspective, because they always get to walk behind him and stare at that perfect ass of his while he babbles about sharks and dolphins. “I have never met two people so interested in sea creatures in my life!”

And they also find out the other has been buying tickets for private tours for months now and it’s absolutely ridiculous Newt hasn’t noticed yet he has not one but two men after him.

They glare at each other then as they mentally change their strategies because now they have to get rid of the other.

Newt of course keeps talking about sea animals, grinning from ear to ear because now he has two friends he can talk with about his babies.

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Percival’s son Credence (who’s only four years old) meets the consultant magizoologist while he’s at his father’s work. The Director doesn’t approve of Newt being so close to his son and has a heart attack when he finds them inside Newt’s case, surrounded by dangerous creatures.

They both have an argument about magical creatures in which Graves growls something about Credence being in constant danger when he’s with Newt and the magizoologist stares at Percival in shock, before narrowing his eyes.

“I would never put Credence in any kind of danger,” Newt mumbles and Graves can see he’s pissed and hurt and he regrets what he said immediately.

Credence is crying now and Newt takes him in his arms to call him down, talking to him with such kindness and love, Percival feels even worse for what he said.

He knows he’s been harsh on Newt because he has feelings for him, but has been trying to deny it since the beginning.

“It’s okay, Credence. Now go with your Dad, okay? I’ll be alright. We’re not angry with you, I promise.”

After that Newt avoids Graves as much as he can; he still talks with Credence, but not as he used to and he always does it when Percival is watching.

Credence doesn’t return to the case and the kid is feeling miserable ever since.

“So… you fucked it up,” Seraphina tells him during lunch and Percival snarls at her.

“Don’t…” He grumbles, upset. “Okay… How do I fix it?”

“Beg on your knees,” she chuckles.

“Very funny, Seraphina.”

***

He talks with Newt the next day, he apologizes almost immediately, surprising the redhead.

“Credence wants to learn more about magical creatures and spend more time with you,” Percival says and adds, blushing: “I’d like that too.”

Newt beams at him and the next day, the three of them are inside the case; the magizoologist starts giving them a tour and Percival can’t help but to listen to him in awe.

From that day on the three have lunch inside the case; Percival’s attraction turn into love really fast and he doesn’t actually know what to do.

So Queenie takes care of Credence one day and Percival gathers all his courage to get inside the case alone.

“Where’s Credence?” Newt immediately asks, looking as beautiful as always. His hair is a mess over his head, but Percival loves it that way.

“Queenie is keeping an eye on him…” Percival clears his throat. “I wanted it to be just you and me this time… Like a date, if you want.”

“I’d love to,” Newt mumbles, freckles disappearing under the blush on his cheeks.

A few weeks later Credence starts calling Newt Mummy and Percival starts looking for the perfect engagement ring.

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It’s ridiculous, it’s definitely a cliche but Percival swears that time stops when his eyes meet the acrobat’s. He looks breathtaking with that lilac leotard that fits him perfectly. It’s almost like he’s flying with that trapeze and even though he seems to be really focused on what he’s doing he notices Percival staring and smiles at him; Graves has never felt so flustered before, blushing like teenager just because a pretty man smiled at him.

The stunning man keeps flying and falls into another man’s arms; by the way they move together it seems like their relationship is based on years of trust and perhaps affection. Percival suddenly worries that the beautiful man is already taken.

Although that wouldn’t be a problem… He could still try to court him anyway.

“Who’s that?” He asks. Grindelwald doesn’t even look up, he’s still busy glancing at the public. They seem to be enjoying the show; some of them even look as enthralled with the acrobat with red hair as much as Percival is.

“That’s Newton Scamander and his brother Theseus,” the man mumbles, making Percival feel a lot better.

Brother… So he has a chance.

“They’re the acrobats,” Grindelwald glances for a moment at Newt and smiles fondly, it’s a kind smile Graves has never seen on him before. “Although Newton also takes care of the animals. He loves them. He doesn’t let anyone else train them because he insists they could be persuaded with kindness. Everyone thought he was crazy, until all the animals started doing every single thing he asked them to. He’s truly unique.”

Percival honestly wasn’t planning to accept Grindelwald’s offer, not because he didn’t like the circus, but because he couldn’t stand the man.

It seems the feeling is mutual, but Grindelwald needs a partner if he wants his business to grow.

Percival, on the other hand, knows it's–it’ll be a good investment but he doesn’t really care; he’s just going to stay for Newt.

Finally, Grindelwald notices that Graves keeps starting at Newt, following him with his eyes like he has just been hypnotized and he doesn’t like it.

He glares at him.

“So… you’re gonna accept?” Grindelwald asks and looks a lot less enthusiastic than a few minutes ago.

“Oh, definitely,” Graves nods, not taking his eyes off Newt.

“Very well then…” Grindelwald almost growls, prompting Percival to finally look back at him. “I know I said there weren’t rules around here, but the truth is that there is just one.”

Grindelwald gets closer to him and Percival sees a dangerous glimmer in his mismatched eyes; he knows there’s something wrong about him.

“Don’t touch Newton,” he hisses.

Percival doesn’t feel intimidated though. He won’t give up on Newt just like that.

“Are you dating him?”

He sees the truth in his eyes even before he speaks again.

“Not yet, but he’ll be mine soon,” Grindelwald assures, completely confident. “But seriously, Graves. Keep your distance.”

He definitely won’t.

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They say Grindelwald has a slave, one that walks around Nurmengard in nothing but a g-string thong and blue flowing veils attached to the panty. They also say he’s capable of taming any kind of magical creature and has a peculiar (other wizards would call it dangerous instead) menagerie because Grindelwald keeps bringing beasts to the castle as courting gifts.

He’s the most beautiful thing in the castle and the ones who have had the privilege of being there know he has the dark lord wrapped around his little finger. His name is Newt and the ones who have met him would say the term slave is not actually accurate, because Grindelwald treats him more like a queen.

He’s not allowed to leave the castle and he’s constantly seen right next to the dark lord himself, because Grindelwald has turned into a possessive, jealous man since the redhead arrived. Nobody is allowed to talk with the beautiful man, unless Newt is the one that initiates the conversation and some of Grindelwald’s followers have been blinded because they stared at him for too long.

These are the few things Percival Graves knows about the situation; he’s retired, he shouldn’t be getting himself in trouble, but his old friend, Theseus Scamander came a few days ago to ask for help and now Percival is involved in this somehow.

“You’re the Head of Magical Law Enforcement,” he reminds him. “You should make your aurors look for him instead. I’m retired, Theseus… I–”

“The Ministry doesn’t care about my brother,” Theseus growls. “They just want to capture Grindelwald no matter what. I cannot risk my brother’s life like that.”

“So… This would be a rescue mission,” Percival sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes. I just want Newt back.”

“If what you told me is true then your brother is probably the most important thing in that castle; it’ll be impossible to take–”

“It’s the only family I have left,” Theseus insists, handing Percival a picture. “This was taken just days ago, I have someone inside that’s constantly giving me information on him. Please…”

The last please is completely unnecessary since Percival Graves has turned around the picture and is now looking at the most beautiful wizard he’s ever seen.

Newt is smiling at someone and is wearing precisely THAT outfit and whoever took the picture managed to capture Newt’s whole body. Percival can see the freckles all over his chest and thighs; he has certainly really long and beautiful legs.

Dangerous thoughts cross his mind and suddenly he understands why Grindelwald is so possessive around him. Percival would be too. For a moment he imagines himself in the dark lord’s place with Newt as his queen.

He shakes his head then, ashamed of himself and decides to focus on helping Theseus instead. Maybe if everything goes well Theseus will be more willing to allow Percival to date his little brother.

He can court Newt… He can date him, possess him…

Marry him.

“Alright, I’ll help you, Theseus.”

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Grindelwald is cursed; that’s what the others say, that’s what Rosier says, but it’s ridiculous, a dark fae like him cannot be cursed. He’s the one who curses living things… especially humans. He doesn’t like them; they only bring sorrow and destruction upon any land they touch.

It’s obvious they need to be controlled for their own good and everyone else’s.

But Grindelwald’s kind think something bad is going to happen to him because of a vision he had. His heart was in his hand, bleeding and he handed it over… to the light.

It has something to do with the humans; that’s why he lives in the shadows and sends others to keep an eye on the Moors and kill any human they see in his land.

Graves is usually the one that has this particular mission and is good at it even though he doesn’t like Grindelwald at all.

But one day Gellert finds out Graves has betrayed his own kind or that’s what he thinks at first.

And he’s furious.

***

Theseus said ‘No’, but he doesn’t quite understand the creatures that live in the Moors. And that’s why he fears them, that’s why they all fear them.

Newt hopes that one day he could help his people understand them better so they all could live together in peace.

However, he suspects that could take a couple of years so he decides to start by observing and helping as many creatures as he can.

At first none of them trust him; some run away in fear and others even growl at him as soon as he approaches. But then Newt saves an earth pixie from drowning and begins chatting quite often with a bowtruckle with attachment issues.

A few fairies approach the next week, then the tree folk lean closer and some of them comment on how tiny he is. Newt chuckles then because he’s often considered tall among the people in the kingdom.

He tells them stories about the people and the things he had done that usually upset his poor brother. They all seem to find it quite fascinating.

Then, just after he starts heading towards the river to explore the Moors a little bit more, he begins to feel a presence following him.

It’s intense, but it doesn’t hurt him. Newt is not sure what kind of creature is because it keeps hiding in the woods, although Newt is sure he hears wings once.

“Tell him to come out,” one of the faeries whispers to him after a couple of days. “He looks scary, but he’s not going to hurt you.”

“I think he likes you,” says another and giggles along with the other two.

“Come here,” Newt says then, looking behind himself for a second; he sits next to the river and watches as the little glowing fishes try to jump out of the water. “I know you are there.”

A man steps out of the shadows, but Newt realizes quickly by the wings and the horns that he’s not human at all.

“Hi!” Newt smiles at him. “I’m Newt. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He narrows his dark eyes and the redhead is not entirely sure if it’s just confusion or irritation what he sees in them.

There’s no response. Newt wonders if he doesn’t understand English at all, or maybe just a few words and he’s already excited thinking about how he could convince him to teach Newt his language.

“Would you like to sit?” He tries again anyway, patting the spot right next to him.

The other doesn’t stop frowning, but he sits and his wings move out of the way carefully, avoiding knocking Newt out by accident.

“You’re human,” he finally says, after a couple of minutes of just watching Newt talking with Pickett and some of the pixies.

“That I am,” Newt smiles again and even though he finally stops frowning, he still doesn’t smile back.

“You’re not like the others,” he mumbles, dark eyes staring at Newt with fascination.

“How so?”

“You’re kind.”

“Most of humans are kind,” Newt argues and watches as he shakes his head.

“The humans that walk into those woods are nothing but cruel to all the creatures that live here, that’s why Dark Faes keep an eye on them.”

Newt also knows what men are capable of.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” the fae mumbles and then adds with a grin. “My name is Percival.”

They both sit there for a couple of minutes more and even though Percival goes quickly, he comes back the next day… and the next.

“Your wings are beautiful,” Newt comments and the fae looks at the ground; he seems flustered.

“You are beautiful, all of you.” Percival says back and this time is Newt who has to look away because his face is turning completely red in seconds.

He hears him chuckle.

Percival starts bringing him flowers and berries and all kind of things that Newt appreciates so much. He also helps him take care of some of the creatures in there, although sometimes they mumble something in a different language that makes Percival blush and look away from the human.

“Can I weave f-flowers into your hair?” He asks one day, nervous.

“Of course!” Newt looks down at the white and pink ones and loves them immediately.

Percival looks surprised, but at the same time absolutely happy with his response.

“Are you sure? It’s alright if you’re not, I can wait if you want to think about it a couple of days or–”

“It’s okay,” Newt grins, taking Percival’s hand to stop his ramble. What’s the problem anyway? They’re just flowers…

Percival stops smiling as soon as he finishes weaving them though; he tenses and puts Newt behind himself while some of the pixies start shaking.

“What is it, Percy? I–”

“Well, well… What do we have here?” The dark fae who arrives then is different somehow, he has mismatched eyes and his clothes are black, but that’s not what is so different about him: it’s the energy that comes from him. He’s powerful. “A human and a traitor… Graves, I can’t believe–”

Newt takes advantage of the distraction and moves out of Percival’s way to get closer to the newcomer. Finally, the other fae can look at him directly and his eyes stare at Newt for a couple of seconds.

“My name is Newt,” he mumbles, offering his hand despite of Percival’s protests.

The fae keeps staring and blinks a couple of times; Percival seems to be ready to hide Newt behind himself again when the other one suddenly gives in and relaxes.

“I’m Gellert,” he says and it seems like his response surprises even himself. “I feel like I know you.”

Newt shakes his head, but doesn’t stop smiling.

“It’s the first time we see each other, I don’t think we have–”

“No,” Gellert cuts him off. “I mean your essence, your energy… your heart. I know you.”

Then he looks at Newt’s flowers and then at Percival; he glares at the other fae for a moment. The human can see all that glowing, greenish energy that irradiates from him. It’s magic, powerful magic.

“Are those your flowers, Graves?” Gellert narrows his eyes.

“Yes,” Percival answers, taking a step closer to Newt.

“Very well then,” the other fae mumbles, although he doesn’t look happy about it. “Newton, you are welcome in the Moors.”

“Thank you!” Newt beams and Gellert looks away; it’s like he gets flustered for some reason. “Would you like to stay with us for a while?”

“Newt, it’s not a good idea. He probably doesn’t want–”

“I’d love to stay with you, Newton,” Gellert cuts the other fae off, ignoring him completely, even after said fae glares at him.

“Perfect! Let’s see what the pixies need this time,” Newt says, happy that he made another friend.

Luckily, Theseus hasn’t found out he sneaks into the Moors every day yet. He wouldn’t like it.

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Artemis sighs, keeping an eye on his daughter as the little girl asks Newt to see one of his creatures.

“Mum, tell me you’re going on vacation,” he sighs as he sees the things he has managed to get inside the case. It’s obvious he’s going to travel again and this time with Dad.

“I’m going on vacation,” Newt says without hesitation and Percival rolls his eyes, well… He tries to because Artemis manages to catch the fond smile on his Dad’s face.

“But Mum, you’re…”

“I’m old now?” Newt chuckles; it’s odd but no matter how grey his hair has turned or the wrinkles on his face, there’s something in his eyes that always makes him look younger.

“That’s not–what I meant was…”

“It’s okay, I’m old now, I know, but you seriously don’t expect me to stay here when there’s still so much to see out there?”

Artemis sighs as his Dad puts a hand over his shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Percival mumbles with a smile on his face. “You worry too much.”

“We’ll be fine,” Newt assures, kissing Artemis’s cheek. At that moment he believes him. They’ll be fine.

“Can I go with you?” Newt’s granddaughter asks, excited.

“Perhaps in a couple of years… But only if your father agrees.”

Artemis is not a seer, but he has the feeling that his daughter is going to follow Newt’s footsteps…

She has that same look in her eyes after all.

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Percival wants to prove Seraphina is wrong; he’s not an ill-tempered bastard who would do anything not to have to talk with people. He can do that, even though as Captain of his unit he doesn’t have to do it anymore.

That’s why he decides to go with Goldstein and check on her sister and her sister’s husband to see what he can do about the robbery. While Goldstein starts to ask questions to the people in the bakery, Percival decides to go speak with Queenie Kowalski himself.

“Fortunately, they didn’t take anything of value,” she says after a while; Percival has noticed she’s one of the few people that doesn’t seem to find him intimidating. “They couldn’t open our safe.”

“You say ‘they’ like you know there was more than one person.”

“Well… I’m not sure, but I have a feeling…”

Percival tries not to roll his eyes; Seraphina has always told him that’s why he doesn’t have more friends or… a partner (it’s not like he’s interested in having a relationship anyway).

“So… You don’t have cameras here?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Graves.”

“Can I talk with your husband?”

“He’s with a customer…”

Percival is about to say that the customer can wait when he hears a beautiful laughter that sounds almost like… music to his ears.

He’s a serious and a very professional detective; he’s usually very focused on his job which is why is so weird when he finds himself distracted by the laughter and the glimpse of reddish curls and freckles all over a sweet face.

Percival Graves is forty five for God’s sake and yet he’s staring at a beautiful man and drooling like he’s just a teenager. He doesn’t even remember doing that when he was young.

The man is covered in a blue coat and a yellow scarf; his cheeks are completely red, perhaps because he just walked in and it’s really cold outside. He’s the one speaking with Jacob Kowalski and even though it seems like he’s another customer, he treats Kowalski like he knows him.

When he sees Goldstein his lips quirk up into a wider, sincere smile and the other detective stops what she’s doing to give him a hug.

Percival feels himself tense, he’s about to growl but stops himself before he can do it because it’s absolutely ridiculous, he’s not jealous of Goldstein.

He hasn’t even officially met the man.

“He’s a friend of ours,” Queenie tells him then and Percival gets startled for a second.

He had forgotten what he was doing there.

“I can introduce you two if you want.”

“And why would I want something like that?” He narrows his eyes and once again he realizes Mrs. Kowalski is not afraid of him.

“Because you keep staring at him,” Queenie points out, amused.

“I have a job to do.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to meet new people or have fun.”

Percival forces himself to look away from the beautiful man to prove her he’s definitely NOT interested and tries to ask her about the robbery again… Sadly, he has to see his notes first because he doesn’t remember what was the last question he asked.

“Newt, sweetie! Come here!” Queenie says from behind the counter and Percival doesn’t get nervous at all when the beautiful man walks towards him with a shy smile on his face. “I want you to meet someone.”

Percival betrays himself when he starts fixing his own tie. God, the man is too pretty and definitely too young for him. He’d never want to date someone like him.

But of course, it’s not like Percival is thinking about asking him on a date.

“Sweetie, this is Tina’s boss, Mr. Graves,” she says, trying not to look too amused. “And this is Newt Scamander, he’s a veterinarian.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr…”

“You can call me Percival or Percy if you want,” Graves wants nothing more than to slap himself in the face. Percy? Seriously? He just met the man! Why did he have to say something like that?

“Oh. Well… You can call me Newt,” the redhead mumbles in return, smiling sincerely at him. He offers his hand and Percival resists the temptation to kiss the back of it instead of just shaking it.

“You’re beautiful,” he blurts out, like an idiot. But not only that, he also feels himself turning completely red. Perhaps Seraphina is right, he needs to get out more.

Newt blushes prettily, although he definitely looks surprised by Percival’s comment.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, looking at his feet and then at the exit. “Sorry, but I have to go back to the clinic.”

He thanks Jacob for the cocoa before leaving and Percival wants nothing more than to bang his head against the counter.

“I promise you didn’t mess up, handsome,” Queenie giggles like she somehow can read his mind. “Newt is just very shy. But there will be more opportunities, I promise.”

“When?” He says immediately; it’s useless to pretend he’s not very much interested at this point.

“I’ll make dinner tonight; Newt’s gonna come for sure… And I can invite you too, if you want.”

“Please,” he mumbles and thinks Seraphina would have laughed at his face for that. He sounds desperate.

“It’s settled then,” she grins and Percival realizes she looks excited.

He wonders how many times she has tried to hook Newt up with someone else.

Well, Percival is going to make sure that will be the last one. Because he’s definitely gonna keep Newt Scamander to himself.

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Newt opens his eyes and moves over the bed, although it’s more difficult now that his belly has become huge. He loves it though; it’s warm and so round, reminding him there’s a baby inside.

“Hi, Artemis,” he whispers, smiling excitedly. He chuckles when he hears the growl next to him and feels as the alpha beside him moves closer and puts a protective arm around his belly.

Percival is still asleep, but that has never been an obstacle to act like the protective and caring husband he is. The omega sighs, trying to move again, but the alpha grimaces and gets even closer.

Newt remembers what he thought when he met him. He was nervous; almost every single one of the aurors had warned him the alpha was strict and was not at all very kind and Percival certainly didn’t look like a patient alpha, but Newt changed his opinion on him just a few days later.

Percival was so flustered when he met the omega, Newt couldn’t help but find absolutely endearing the way he blushed whenever Newt was around. Although it took the omega a little while to realize the Director was in love with him.

The alpha started courting him; he brought him flowers, helped him take care of his creatures and brought him food whenever he could. Newt liked it all, but he especially loved the way Percival treated him; he was incredibly gentle and affectionate with him.

Although it didn’t mean he wasn’t jealous, he was and he was also a possessive alpha, but Newt also loved that side of him.

They got married; Percival had teared up, whispering Newt how much he loved him before pressing his lips all over his face a couple of times. He mated him that night; he made love to him gently and made sure Newt was having as much pleasure as him.

The omega got pregnant a couple of weeks later and Percival was so happy and excited he followed Newt everywhere, constantly asking if he needed anything.

He became even more gentle; he was constantly caressing his omega’s soft belly and bringing him sweets every time Newt asked.

Newt smiles at the memories and tries to get up one more time; his creatures must be hungry already… But then Percival opens his eyes, grins and pulls Newt closer.

“Bed,” it’s the first thing he mumbles, before kissing him on the forehead and then leaning forward to start pressing his lips against the omega’s belly.

“Percy, I–”

The alpha kisses his neck, cutting him off and Newt shivers in pleasure.

“You’re gonna stay in bed today,” the alpha says.

“My creatures…”

“I’ll feed them,” Percival says, lips quirking upwards as he keeps pressing them against the freckles on Newt’s chest. “I want you to rest today. Stay in bed.”

“But, I'm–”

“I know you’re fine, sweetheart. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a day off and rest,” he whispers and then his smile becomes huge when he adds: “I think Artemis wants to stay in bed too.”

Newt chuckles and finally agrees, feeling warm inside as his alpha leans again, rubbing their noses together.

“I’ll make breakfast. Wait for me here,” he kisses him on the cheek before rising from the bed, grinning from ear to ear.

Newt sighs, looking at the door where Percival disappeared, realizing how much he loves his alpha.

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Newt feels when his lips quirk up the moment he recognizes Percival in the crowd. He had to jump in a boat again to get to New York, but this time it’s so different from that first one.

This time someone is waiting for him. This time… When Newt was far away he felt a sudden need to see Percival again.

It was a good decision to move in with him; Newt is happy to have him around, to wait for him when he has a particularly difficult case and kiss him while he tries to mutter a ‘Welcome home’ against his lips and feels the Director’s grin with his mouth.

Finally, Percival looks up at him; Newt can see he’s impatient and hopeful and so damned happy to see him again.

He takes a step closer, but Newt is the one who actually runs towards him and is quickly taken by those familiar arms Newt loves so much.

He’s not sure if the people around are looking at them, but he doesn’t care… Because all he can see is Percival with a huge smile, the same wizard who has been nothing but kind to him since they met.

The auror kisses him all over the face. Newt chuckles, feeling warm inside. It’s a wonderful sensation.

“Have you been taking care of yourself, Percy?” He frowns a little bit when he notices the shadows under his dark and beautiful eyes.

The Director knows it’s better not to lie at him, so he sighs and mumbles something as he pulls Newt closer.

“Work was the only thing that kept me from missing you too much. The house felt lonely without you.”

Newt is not entirely pleased with the answer, although part of him is a little bit charmed by it at the same time.

“Perhaps you should ask Picquery for a few days off next time so you can come with me,” Newt suggests before pressing his lips against Percival’s again.

“I think it’s an excellent idea, sweetheart.”

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Tina introduces them; Newt has decided to come back to New York to give her the copy of his book and Queenie convinces him to go to MACUSA and meet Percival Graves… the real one.

Picquery happens to be in Percival’s office when Tina brings Newt and notices the way the Director smiles at the redhead and how his eyes never leave the magizoologist’s face.

Perhaps the others can’t see it at first, because Percival tries to hold himself back because he “has a reputation” and doesn’t want to be seen as a twelve-year-old in love in front of his aurors.

But Seraphina knows him well enough to realize Percival is quite taken with the magizoologist.

“Please, call me Percival,” is the only thing that makes Tina quirk up a brow with curiosity, but she decides not to think too much about it.

Newt nods, blushing. He looks a little bit relieved when Tina tells him it’s time to go and follows her to the entrance.

When Picquery sees Percival pout the moment they’re alone again, she knows the next days are going to be so much fun.

“He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll be my husband,” Percival mumbles with a fond smile on his face, surprising Picquery for a moment.

She had no idea the Director was that serious about it.

“Well… good luck with that,” she comments, because she has the feeling that Newt Scamander is one of those painfully oblivious people.

Percival narrows his eyes and she can’t help but laugh.

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Queenie helps him buy and choose the right one for him and even though Newt absolutely loves it and likes the feeling against his skin when he puts it on, now that he’s in the living room looking at himself with it he’s not sure he should keep wearing it.

He’s not sure Percival will find it attractive; they’ve just started to go on dates and a couple of days ago they have begun to sleep together and Queenie insisted it was the right thing to do to “seduce” him.

“It’ll drive him crazy,” she had said, but perhaps Newt had not consider the possibility that he might not actually look great in it.

The lingerie is beautiful and sexy on its own, but how can he know if he looks desirable?

With a sigh, he finally decides to take it off before Percival comes back home, but the door being open lets him know his boyfriend is already there.

“What do you think?” He tries to smile, turning around as he rubs the back of his neck and tries to cover himself with his other arm.

The Director of Magical Security freezes on his spot next to the door, jaw dropping suddenly and Newt starts blushing and feeling miserable.

“It looks ridiculous, doesn’t it?” He bites his bottom lip. “Don’t worry I’ll go chan–”

Before he can finish the sentence though, Percival has crossed the room to the other side and has taken Newt in his arms.

“Perfect,” he mumbles, fingers on Newt’s waist tightening his grip possessively. He starts kissing him desperately, making Newt moan. “You look mouthwatering…”

Newt gasps when he sees the want in Percival’s dark eyes and he shivers in response, he doesn’t even have the time to say anything because the Director is already carrying him to their bedroom.

“Percy, what are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you right now.”

Turns out Percival loves lingerie as much as Newt does, although he also loves to help the magizoologist take it off.

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Newt is a muggle, but he knows everything about magical creatures because his half brother Theseus is a wizard and he can’t say “No” to him so he gives him as much books about magical creatures as he wants.

Then Newt finds out Theseus has to go to War and he wants to go with him, but he’s young and can’t be in Theseus’s regiment because they all are wizards and his brother doesn’t want him to go.

However, as Albus Dumbledore would say “Newt is definitely not a great follower of orders” so he escapes in the middle of the night and sneaks not in Theseus’s regiment because his brother would recognize him immediately, but in the one that is in charge of the Ironbellies.

He convinces the captain he’s a wizard because he’s an expert in magical creatures and it’s very much obvious he knows how to handle dragons since they all seem to love him.

The soldiers don’t question the fact that Newt doesn’t seem to carry his wand with him because neither of them want to approach the Ironbellies and they have grown fond of the redhead.

They start to suspect something’s going on though, especially when they run into the Americans and decide to work together with General Percival Graves.

Percival tries, unsuccessfully, not to fall in love with the dragon rider as they call him, but Newt is so beautiful and kind and so very much Graves’s type that by the time he notices he’s already head over heels for him.

But even though the others don’t know (or perhaps don’t want to) Percival quickly realizes Newt is not actually what he says he is.

“A no-maj?” Percival walks into Newt’s tent that day, absolutely concerned and mad at him. “Why didn’t you tell me? This is–You cannot be here! It’s too risky!”

Newt narrows his eyes, but he also feels awful for lying to him for too long, because he really likes Percival.

“I cannot leave them. They need me,” he says and then adds, in a whisper: “I’m sorry for not telling you before, but I don’t… I don’t want to leave. Not until I make sure everyone’s alright. I haven’t heard of my brother in a w-while…”

Percival sighs then because he knows he cannot be angry with Newt for too long, especially not when he looks so sad.

“I’ll try to get news about your brother, Newt,” Percival takes the redhead in his arms and feels relieved when Newt doesn’t move away.

As the general brings their foreheads together, he realizes he’s in so much trouble: Newt has no idea Percival is in love with him and now that he knows he’s actually a no-maj it’d be impossible for him to ask him to move to New York with him. It’s illegal in America to have an intimate relationship with a no-maj…

But it doesn’t matter, does it? Perhaps Newt just sees him as a friend. The only thing that matters is to protect Newt and find his brother.

“Just stay close to me, Newt.”

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Newt has always felt more comfortable inside his case than in the outside world; he smiles more often and does things he wouldn’t do outside unless he’s with someone he trusts completely.

So when Percival Graves walks inside the case to a shirtless but happy Newt feeding the mooncalves, the magizoologist forgets about the shirt because Graves has become a very good friend that he trusts as much as he does Tina, Queenie and Jacob.

He’s Newt’s boss, but he’s also one of the kindest people he’s ever met; he’s still not sure why everyone insisted he was an ill-tempered wizard.

“Mr. Scamander… I–” Graves freezes when Newt turns around, at first the magizoologist is not sure what’s going on but then he notices those dark eyes roaming over his body and that handsome face blushing completely.

Graves has never seen him without a shirt; Tina doesn’t seem to mind Newt’s scars and for a tiny second he thinks it could be the same for the director, but it’s obvious that something’s not right.

The auror is getting more flustered within minutes and Newt starts wondering if his scars are really that–

“Please put this on, Mr. Scamander,” Graves hands the magizoologist his own jacket and Newt feels his heart sink.

He must find his scars disgusting. Well… It’s obvious, they’re not pretty at all…

“Of course, Mr. Graves,” he mumbles, trying to control his voice but he stammers at the end.

However, he doesn’t take the jacket, he summons his own shirt and makes a mental note to be more careful next time.

Graves looks at him again, visibly affected, but more relaxed now.

Nothing is the same after that.

Newt is not exactly sure why he feels so unhappy about what happened. Graves is still a good boss that treats him with kindness.

Graves doesn’t have to like everything about him in order to have a good working relationship with him.

But Newt starts avoiding him because he can’t even look at him now; there’s something about Graves that almost breaks his heart everything time he sees the Director.

***

“I think I made a mistake,” Percival mumbles, sitting in front of Seraphina a few days later.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” she comments with an amused smile on her face. “Now, what was it?”

“I have no idea,” Percival groans, burying his face in his hands. His relationship with Newt has changed drastically in the past few days. The Director feels like they’re farther away from each other like they have ever been since they met. “He is avoiding me.”

“Well… You have to remember when it started so you can find out what caused it,” she says, completely serious. “Or you can… ask him.”

Percival is not sure he’s prepared to do that; he has tried to get closer to Newt for the past weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to ask him out; he thought he had a chance, but now he’s not sure.

Now that he thinks about it, he believes Newt changed after that day Percival saw him shirtless.

“I think he knows how I feel and now he’s trying to put some distance between us,” the Director blurts out, he tries to make it quick so it doesn’t hurt too much to say it, but it’s useless. It’s like someone stabbed him in the chest. “It’s my fault. I probably made him feel uncomfortable.”

Instead of agreeing with him, Seraphina rolls her eyes.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” she sighs. “I’ve never met someone as oblivious as that magizoologist.”

“But I wasn’t sub–”

“You have been anything but subtle from day one, Percival,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Just please… Do yourself a favor and talk to him.”

***

Newt has never seen Graves nervous before so it really surprises him to find the man in such a state at the end of the meeting.

“Mr. Scamander, can I talk to you for a moment?” He asks, looking at him with some sort of sorrow in his eyes.

He’s still hurt; he still remembers Graves’s expression when he saw him, but he knows it’s not the Director’s fault. Besides, he is his boss.

“Of course, Mr. Graves.”

Newt ignores the pity in the other aurors’ faces and waits until they’re all gone to get closer to Graves’s desk.

The Director clears his throat before looking at him in the eye.

“I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable the other day in your case,” Graves blurts out almost in a hurry. His cheeks turn slightly red. “The fact that I’m in love with you doesn’t have to ruin our relationship. We can still be friends, Newt… I–”

The magizoologist stops listening; his brain has frozen trying to analyze the fact that Percival has just admitted he loves him.

“You don’t have to avoid me, I know you have been…”

So Percival’s reaction that day had a completely different meaning?

“I… like you too,” Newt stammers, maybe the correct thing is to mention he’s in love too, but Newt is too shy to say that.

“What?” Percival’s expression is cautious, like he doesn’t want to allow himself to believe it. “Then why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I…” Newt feels his cheeks like they’re burning. “I thought you found my scars disgusting…”

Outraged. Percival looks almost angry at Newt’s words.

“Why would I think something like that? Everything about you it’s beautiful,” the man says it without hesitation; there’s absolutely no doubt in his eyes.

Newt almost cries after realizing he actually means it.

Holding back a sob, Newt takes a few steps forward, leans over the desk and gives Percival a quick but gentle kiss on the lips.

“Does this mean if I ask you out on a date you’ll say yes?”

Newt nods, not trusting his voice yet. It’s all Percival needs apparently because he starts beaming.

And then he walks around the desk to take Newt in his arms and give him another kiss on the lips.

This one last longer than the first.

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Queenie was right after all. He was going to need everything she insisted so much on teaching him. Newt thought it was because she knew he liked the Director of Magical Security more than a friend would, but now he knows she was telling the truth.

He’s currently tied to a chair, but besides that they’ve been very gentle with him. They don’t seem to like the idea of hurting him and he knows they’re considering obliviating him.

Of course, he can’t let that happen if he wants to free those fwoopers; at least they haven’t seen what’s inside the case.

One of them has been particularly kind to him; always asking him if he’s comfortable, bringing him food and water and blushing every single time Newt thanks him.

Queenie has taught him how to pay attention to details and recognize if someone finds him attractive.

He’s usually oblivious, but has learned a few things thanks to his friend.

“Stop looking at him in the eye, Robert!” The witch scolds the wizard. “You know how it is with these half-veelas…”

He’s not, but he supposes that means they find him pretty.

“I’m fine!” The other snarls, before she storms away. When he turns around to look at Newt his expression softens immediately. “Are you alright?”

“Actually,” he tries to make his voice softer, almost like a gentle touch, just like Queenie said he should do. “I’m a little bit uncomfortable, could you please untie me?”

The man swallows, he rubs the back of his neck before smiling at him.

“I’m not supposed to… But… It’s alright, just don’t do anything dangerous, okay pretty?”

“Thank you, you’re very kind,” Newt bats his eyelashes, grinning sweetly. “You’re also really handsome, you know that?”

“Really? D-Do you think so?” The man is so hopeful already that Newt knows that he’d do anything for him.

***

“Mr. Scamander! Are you–” Graves stops as soon as he realizes the poachers are tied up and Newt is already patching all the fwoopers up.

“I’m fine,” Newt smiles at him, although he still can’t look at him in the eye so he glances at his scarf instead.

The other aurors get inside and start taking the poachers; none of them seem really upset with Newt, in fact, the poacher that willingly handed him his wand still asks if he can fire-call him just before he’s taken away.

Graves glares at him for some reason.

“So… We should take the magical creatures as evidence?” One of the new aurors asks and Newt panics.

He blames the fact that he was trying to “charm” the wizard named Robert just a few minutes ago for his reaction. Newt had never tried something like that with the Director because he likes him (and gets too flustered around him) but now he just stares right at him and says softly…

“They won’t take my babies, right Mr. Graves? I have to take care of them,” Newt blinks a few times (he refuses to believe that he used the trick of batting his eyelashes on him) and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Graves freezes and slowly Newt watches as his face turns slightly pink.

“No one is going to take your creatures from you, Mr. Scamander. I’ll personally make sure of that.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles, wondering if the fact that Graves keeps staring at him with a huge smile on his face means what Queenie mentioned once about those kind of smiles…

No, it can't–

“Great, now he figured it out he has Percival wrapped around his little finger,” Picquery huffs, half irritated, half amused.

Does he? Newt looks from her to Graves who’s face is turning a darker shade of red.

“Shut up, Seraphina!” The Director growls just as Newt smiles, absolutely pleased.

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“Probably still feeding his creatures,” Theseus comments and he doesn’t even have to say anything else for Percival to understand whom he’s talking about.

Although Percival doesn’t blame him; the celebration is honestly boring and the Director would’ve preferred to spend the whole day with his boyfriend.

Theseus and Percival look at each other for a moment and the auror knows they have started to worry a little.

“Alright, if Newt doesn’t come in a couple of minutes I’ll go home to see what’s going on,” Percival informs, leaving no room for an argument.

“We’ll both go find him,” Theseus mumbles in the same way, he takes a glass of wine and starts sipping it distractedly.

“Such a beautiful thing,” a man whispers next to them and he’s followed by the witch beside him who just sighs dreamily.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” another woman comments, looking in the same direction as another four people.

“I think I’ll ask him to dance with me.”

“And I’ll ask him to marry me…”

Percival and Theseus finally glance in the same direction and realize that Newt is coming towards them looking stunning in a dark blue dress and drawing everyone’s attention.

“Sorry, but it took me a while to get the occamys to sleep,” Newt says, completely oblivious to all the heart eyes he’s getting.

At least now that they realize he’s with Theseus and Percival no one seems to dare to approach him. Although that doesn’t stop them from staring.

Percival clears his throat, taking a few steps closer to Newt, realizing he’s also been staring with a besotted smile on his face.

“Would you–”

“Dance with me, little one,” Theseus mumbles then, completely ignoring Percival’s glare.

“Alright,” Newt agrees, shyly.

He’s not even aware of the envious looks everyone is throwing at Theseus because he’s going to dance with the prettiest wizard in the room.

Percival watches the magizoologist with a grin on his face, impatiently waiting for his turn. Actually, he’s already thinking about taking him home and taking that dress off himself.

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There’s just two of them in the bar, the witch Newt gave money to said that so it won’t be a problem as long as he takes the unicorns before they meet with the other members of the group.

“You shouldn’t be here, doll,” the barman mumbles, glancing at him with concern. “I can tell just by looking at you you don’t belong here. There others will notice soon as well. Do yourself a favor and get out.”

“I just need to do something and I promise I’ll go,” Newt says, already turning his head in every direction; the witch insisted the wizards were carrying a box. A blue box.

“It looks like a present,” she mentioned. “They keep the unicorns in there.”

“The dark lord is here. You know, the big boss,” the man says. “If you get in trouble in his bar he’ll kill you. He’s dangerous.”

Newt has heard about him. Theseus has been trying to capture him for a long time and that’s why he told him not to go to New York.

But had to. The creatures need his help and he’s not gonna let them suffer.

Newt almost jumps from his seat when he sees the blue box next to the two men, he knows he should be subtle, but he’s desperate to check on the unicorns, to know they’re fine.

Can he distract them? He could think of a spell or maybe–

“Why are you leaving so soon, sweetheart?” A voice stops him and he hears the barman gasping.

“It’s so nice to see you–Mr. Graves, Sir…”

Newt turns around, trying not to look nervous. The man in front of him is handsome and, most importantly, doesn’t seem mad at him.

“I–I just… I t–thought…”

Graves takes one of his hands and kisses it.

“Please, sit with me, sweetheart.”

New looks at the barman and by the way he shakes his head he knows he doesn’t have a choice.

“Tell me. What is something as pretty as you doing in a place like this?” Graves leans closer with a huge smile on his face.

“Perhaps it was a mistake, Sir. I’m sure he doesn’t want to cause any trouble,” the barman comments.

“You seem very protective of him, Jimmy,” Graves glares back at him. “There’s no need; I will never hurt him. You don’t need to worry, he has me now. Do you understand?”

The man nods and leaves them alone, he tries to initiate a conversation with a man at the other end of the bar.

Newt is not sure if he should be concerned or not, but he has started to get anxious. The poachers are still there, but their friends could arrive at any moment.

“What’s your name, pretty?”

“I’m Newt.”

“Mine is Percival Graves, but please call me Percival.”

The magizoologist nods, but he’s clearly distracted and the dark lord notices.

“What’s the matter with them?” Graves asks. “Have they done something to you? You just have to tell me and I’ll talk to them.”

Newt blushes when he starts stroking his right cheek gently, for a moment he has the impression he can ask anything he wants and the dark wizard will give it to him.

But he doesn’t want to get in trouble, at least not in another one.

He’s not supposed to be there, talking to the man Theseus wants to capture.

The men rise from their seats and Newt is getting desperate, he’s not sure if he should follow them; Graves could get mad at him.

“They have unicorns,” he whispers quickly, he feels like he’s out of breath. “They’re going to sell them and the creatures will probably get killed if I don’t do–”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it,” Graves presses his lips against Newt’s forehead before walking away.

At first Newt thinks he’s going to get into a fight, but the only thing he does is speak; he talks with them (he can’t hear what he’s saying and he has the feeling he doesn’t want to know). By the look on their faces they know who he is; they look terrified.

When one of them hands Graves the box Newt realizes the wizard is even more powerful than he thought.

He knows he should be scared, but when he gets his hands on the box and sees the tiny unicorns in there (it seems the poachers used a shrinking spell on them) and realizes they’re fine he can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

“You’ll be alright. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, before looking back at Graves, who’s been staring at him with an intense look on his face. “Thank you.”

“I can give you anything you want, you know?” He moves closer, running a hand through Newt’s curls. “Have dinner with me, beautiful.”

Newt hesitates. He’s not sure he has a choice, but he decides to try.

“Actually… I need to take care of them…”

“It’s okay, my sweetheart. Next time,” Graves’s smile doesn’t vanish. “Although, I’d like a kiss for now, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Newt mumbles. The dark lord doesn’t waste time and takes his face in his hands.

The way Graves kisses him is desperate and possessive; like a man who wants to claim and mark something as his.

It’s a kiss that leaves Newt shivering, wanting more.

“Next time,” Graves reminds him. His eyes have darkened, he closes them and touches his lips before adding with a smirk. “I can be patient, my sweetheart. But I have my limits.”

He says that now, but he’ll forget Newt in no time.

“I’ll see you soon, Newt,” Graves says, like a promise.

Or perhaps Newt is wrong and the dark lord won’t forget about him…

Perhaps he won’t rest until Newt is finally his.

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Percival watches his men gathering around something he cannot see; they’re looking almost in awe and one or two are trying to get closer to it, but the others start to argue.

He doesn’t care about what they’re doing; he just doesn’t want them distracted.

“You can’t touch him! We haven’t decided who gets to keep him!” One of them yells.

“All slaves must be put in a prison so the guards get to decide if they could be good gladiators or–”

“He’s not going to be good at it. He’s not strong, but he's–”

“So you’re fighting over a slave instead of doing your duties,” Percival growls and his men start shaking upon hearing his voice.

“This is one of the new ones and we were wondering if you could allow us to keep him,” says one soldier, he doesn’t even look at Percival when he mumbles those words.

The general pushes everyone aside until he finally sees him: the young man is sitting on the ground, overwhelmed by the attention and clearly scared. He’s tall with freckles all over his face, shoulders and chest, his hair is reddish and his eyes shine with a beautiful shade of green.

He’s absolutely stunning and Percival wants nothing more than protect him and make him happy.

“What’s your name?”

The man glances at him shyly before giving him a response.

“Newt.”

Percival looks around and sees red just by imagining one of his men touching him.

“Come, Newt. I’ll take you somewhere safe…”

“But general–”

“He’s mine now,” he snarls at the others and even though they don’t like the idea of losing that pretty slave, they know they can’t do anything now.

He takes him to his chamber and even though Newt is still afraid, he looks less nervous now that there’s only the two of them.

Percival gives him new clothes and brings him all the food he wants; it’s pretty much clear for everyone that Newt is not being treated like a slave anymore.

Newt is confused at first, because the general is kind and doesn’t ask for anything in return; they sleep in the same bed but Percival hasn’t tried to touch him in that way yet.

He kisses him on the forehead and his hair and gets really mad if one of his soldiers tries to get close to him.

“Am I not… your slave?” He dares to ask once and Percival chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, beautiful,” he whispers, sitting on the bed with him and pressing his lips against Newt’s cheek. “I’d never do that to you… You see, Newt… I–I cannot actually marry you, but I’d like you to consider me your husband, if you want to. I can take c-care of you, darling.”

Percival looks nervous; Newt has never seen him like that before.

He really likes him; he’s attractive and he always seems interested in whatever Newt is talking at the moment.

Newt is sure if he asked him to take him back to the place he was born he’d do it without hesitation.

He’d let him go.

“I’d like that, husband,” Newt mumbles and watches as Percival starts smiling like he’s the most happy man in the world.

When Percival starts kissing him and pushes him completely on the bed, Newt giggles, excited for what’s about to happen.

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Newt doesn’t enjoy the attention that comes with being a single omega; he doesn’t find himself really attractive, but he can’t deny that wherever he goes an alpha tries to hit on him and sometimes they don’t stop even after Newt tells them he’s not interested.

So he asks for his own brother to scent him and because Theseus is an overprotective alpha, he always agrees happily. But since Newt has started traveling, he hasn’t been able to make Theseus’s scent to stay on him more than a couple of days.

Although his creatures have saved him more than once, Newt hasn’t been able to avoid all the alphas he meets.

When he visits New York for the second time; he considers asking his friend Tina to scent him, at least while he’s there, but then he meets Percival Graves, his friend’s boss, and the alpha is so sweet and gentle with him, Newt starts thinking about asking him instead.

However, the omega is very shy, so he dismisses the thought almost immediately, at least until some of MACUSA’s employees start flirting with him and asking him out.

Newt has been paying attention and he knows Graves is a powerful and respected alpha and if the others smell his scent over Newt they won’t bother him again.

The Director’s door is ajar, so Newt knocks gently and doesn’t walk inside until he hears a groan and a “come in” that seems a little bit irritated.

He starts regretting it and deciding not to ask, but as soon as Graves sees him his expression changes completely. He smiles at him, rising from his seat and pointing at the couch in his office so Newt can sit comfortably.

“Morning, Newt,” he almost purrs, making the omega blush to the tip of his ears. “How can I help you? Do you need another permit for your creatures?”

The omega shakes his head and the alpha chuckles, walking towards him to sit at his side.

“No, I–I actually wanted to ask for a favor,” he stammers, looking at his own hands. “I… Could you please scent me?”

Graves freezes, face turning bright red while Newt starts to panic and tries to explain himself…

“It’s just… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I… Some of the alphas around here want me to date them and I’m not–I don’t want to… So I thought they would stop if–Oh, just please forget it, I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright, Newt,” Graves puts a hand over the omega’s shoulder. “I’m not mad at you.”

Even though he says that sincerely, Newt can see a flash of sadness in his eyes.

“I can help you.”

“If you really don’t want to–”

“I want to,” Percival insists, almost desperately. “Please, let me help you.”

Newt nods, allowing the alpha to get closer. He takes him in his arms so kindly, almost lovingly and Newt’s inner omega purrs when he feels the Director nuzzling his neck.

“You smell delicious, Newt,” the alpha comments, pulling him closer.

“You too,” Newt blurts out, making the other chuckle again.

***

It works. Nobody tries to hit on him again; they’re too afraid of Percival to do that. Although it helps that the alpha acts a little bit possessive when Newt’s around. The omega thinks it’s not necessary, but he’s grateful anyway.

“You should talk with Mr. Graves, sweetie,” Queenie tells him one day. “Because this hasn’t been easy for him.”

Newt has noticed; Percival looks uncomfortable whenever the omega is around. He’s constantly avoiding looking at him directly, even though he keeps scenting Newt every now and then.

He starts thinking that perhaps Percival wants to court someone else, or maybe he’s afraid of losing someone because he’s constantly marking Newt. The thought hurts Newt, but he knows what is the right thing to do.

“Percival…”

“Do you need me to scent you again, Newt?” The alpha says that without looking away from the book in his hands. He looks tense.

“No, actually… I was going to tell you you don’t have to do that anymore,” he mumbles and that’s actually what makes Percival look up.

He seems to be in pain.

“Did you find someone?” Percival asks, almost like he’s afraid of the answer.

“No, I just… I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t want you to do something you don’t really wa–”

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Newt is not sure what surprises him more; the fact that Percival called him sweetheart while looking at him with the most loving expression or the fact that he’s in front of Newt in less than a second.

“It’s not that I don’t want it, Newt. It’s that I want it to be real,” Percival confesses. “I know you are not interested in being in a relationship at the moment… It’s alright, really, I could do it, but I–”

“You can court me,” Newt blurts out, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. “I… I like you too.”

Percival tries to hold back his grin, but fails miserably, he takes Newt’s face in hands, eyes glimmering with hope.

“Really? Can I court you?”

“Yes,” Newt giggles as Percival starts rubbing their noses together.

“Dinner tonight?”

“I’d love to,” Newt mumbles, sighing happily.

Percival can’t stop smiling the whole day, which confuses more than a couple of aurors and makes Picquery look at him with amusement in her eyes.

They’ll get used to it… eventually.

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Newt doesn’t want to ruin Percival’s night; he knows that as Director of Magical Security he’s an important guest in that convention. It’s the first time he accompanies him as his boyfriend and Newt doesn’t want to do anything to embarrass him in front of his colleagues.

So Newt leaves him with the Minister of Magic and MACUSA’s president and a few people Newt doesn’t recognize, but he’s sure they’re also equally important.

He makes an effort this time; it’s difficult for him to talk to people he doesn’t really know, but he smiles and listens to the wizards and witches that approach to him and ask him questions.

They’re usually oddly personal, like the kind of food he enjoys and the things he likes to do on a Saturday night.

“Well, I’m usually taking care of my creatures,” he tells to a very insistent wizard.

“Really? Do you work with magical creatures?” The wizard takes a step closer and the witch that’s also next to them glares in his direction.

“Yes, I’m a magizoologist!” Newt beams.

“That’s really interesting, please tell me more, darling,” the woman purrs, cutting off the man who frowns immediately at her.

“Well… Let’s start with–” Newt doesn’t get to finish the sentence; he feels a pull and the next thing he knows it’s that he’s flying across the room (fortunately the people there move out of the way fast enough) and he lands safely on Percival’s lap.

“Percy… What’s going on?” He blinks confused and blushes as soon as he realizes the people sitting at the table have gone awfully quiet.

They’re impressed; some of them are in awe at Percival’s excellent control of wandless magic and others are just in shock to see he just doesn’t care whom he’s talking to; he seems more interested in keeping the beautiful man on his lap close to him.

“I didn’t like the way they were looking at you, sweetheart,” he whispers before kissing Newt’s temple. He then makes a gesture with his hand for the others to keep talking.

They keep speaking… and they do as if Graves doesn’t have a pretty man on his lap, as if he’s not running his fingers through that reddish hair of his.

Some of them start feeling a little bit of envy. How does one get a cute redhead like that?

Percival looks like he’s listening, even though he keeps kissing Newt’s face every now and then. The magizoologist falls asleep quickly after that and the people at the table get to see the look of utter devotion on the older man’s face.

It’s honestly adorable.

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It’s a bad idea, although he realizes that after he comes across a mesmerizing TikTok video of a man moving his hips in a way that has Percival drooling. Then he realizes the man is absolutely gorgeous and it gets even worse.

What just started as a way to avoid boredom turns to be an obsession, well… not an obsession exactly, but more something about having a serious crush on the cute redhead.

After a couple of days of watching every single one of Newt’s videos Percival gathers the courage to send him a message.

Somehow Percival manages to earn his trust and Newt (turns out that’s his real name after all) gives him his number.

He finds out Newt likes animals and he’d like to have a shelter someday (when he saves enough money to have one) and because Percival is a hopeless man in love, he offers to give him the money.

“I wouldn’t… I can’t accept it.”

“What if we discuss this over dinner? I know we can’t get out yet, but we can make a video call? If that’s okay with you?”

“Yes…"Newt mumbles.

Percival can’t see him, but he sounds shy, although still interested in the idea, which gives him hope.

"But… Like in a date,” he adds, he needs to let Newt know he’s really interested in him; so far all his attempts at flirting have gone terribly wrong.

“Oh… Y–Yes. That sounds like a good idea,” Newt giggles and Percival loves that sound more than anything.

He knows he’s doomed and he doesn’t care.

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Luckily, Newt is already in New York when the incident with the wampus happens and he arrives at Ilvermorny’s woods seconds after he receives the headmistress’s letter.

The problem is that professor Graves is there too. Well… Newt doesn’t actually have a problem with the wizard; he thinks he’s handsome and has heard he’s a good professor, although he looks intimidating. No, the real problem is that Graves doesn’t like Newt.

Tina, Newt’s best friend, introduced the two of them in Ilvermorny (she teaches there too) but the man just stood there and stared at the magizoologist for a couple of seconds until his cheeks turned slightly pink and Newt realized that he didn’t like him.

Before walking into the forest, Newt takes a deep breath, not because he’s worried about the creatures inside (he loves them all) no, he’s just worried Graves will not like the idea of letting Newt handle the situation.

“It’s alright. Just stay behind me,” it’s been a year and Newt still recognizes that deep voice.

Graves is facing the creature while his students watch, afraid, as the wampus bares his teeth at the professor.

The wampus is clearly scared and it’s mostly because Graves has used a protective spell to shield the students.

Newt sighs and approaches slowly; the creature is not aware of him at first because he thinks Graves is the one he has to protect himself from.

He’s young, it’s obvious that he got lost and doesn’t know what to do.

“Newt! I mean… Mr. Scamander. I–I think you should not–”

“I know what I’m doing, Mr. Graves. I’ll take it from here,” Newt mumbles, calmly, not taking his eyes from the wampus.

When he gets even closer to the creature, the wampus growls at him instead.

“Newt… Please be careful.”

He sounds genuinely worried, which surprises Newt for a moment, although he dismisses the thought immediately because he needs to focus.

He sits on the ground and doesn’t move a muscle; the creature tilts his head in confusion. He tries to growl and look intimidating again, but Newt doesn’t even blink and the wampus decides to keep moving towards him.

The magizoologist is not sure how, but he can actually feel Graves’s tension behind himself.

After a couple of seconds, the wampus is just a few inches from Newt and starts sniffing him. He looks up and the magizoologist tries to appear relaxed and harmless.

Newt drops a piece of meat on the floor and the wampus eats it quickly before moving away. Then, as he realizes Newt has not tried to hurt him, he gets closer again.

But this time he jumps onto Newt’s lap and nuzzles his neck.

The magizoologist can’t help but chuckle.

“Hi, there” He giggles. “Yes, I’d like to be your friend too!”

Graves looks at him with relief and he finally breaks the magic shield around his students. They look quite excited.

“Are you Newt Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and where to find them?”

The magizoologist blinks in surprise at the girl while he’s still stroking the wampus behind his ears, the creature starts purring.

“Yes,” he nods, quite confused. It gets even worse when almost all the students admit they have read his book. “But I thought you had a book for your class of Creature Care…”

“We do, but professor Graves says yours is better,” another boy says and when Newt looks up at the professor he starts blushing.

“But isn’t he your DADA professor?”

“Yes, but he likes to talk about your book… Actually, he talks a lot about you–”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Graves huffs, looking anywhere but at Newt. “You have more classes to attend to… Go back to the castle.”

Reluctantly, they do as he says and Newt thinks it’s time to get the wampus inside the case. He’ll keep him there until he finds the perfect place to free him again.

When he gets out, Graves is still there.

“I… I wanted to apologise for my behavior the day we met.” He mumbles, surprising Newt. “I actually looked for you the next day but you were already gone and I tried to write to you, but it didn’t seem appropriate. I also wanted to see you again.”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to apologise,” Newt assures, but Graves shakes his head before staring back at him.

“I need to,” he insists. “I was rude and even though it wasn’t my intention you didn’t deserve it. I’m not good at expressing my feelings and that day you took me by surprise. I didn’t expect to see someone as beautiful as you. I couldn’t even talk.”

It’s Newt’s turn to blush apparently because his cheeks get covered in red just in seconds.

Graves rubs the back of his neck nervously, although there’s still a glimpse of hope in his eyes when he looks back at Newt.

“I would also like to ask you on a date if you’re interested…” He blurts out. “Of course if you don’t want to it’s alright, I mean I don’t even know if you’re into–”

Newt presses his lips against Graves’s, it’s a soft kiss that lasts just a second but gets the professor to finally shut up and listen.

“Dinner tonight?” Newt asks shyly and giggles when he watches Graves nod.

“Would you give me another kiss?”

“Perhaps later after our date,” Newt says, taking Graves hand in his and the man smiles at him like he just won the lottery and it’s so endearing Newt can’t help but grin back at him.

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Percival knows it was the right choice; adopting a baby is a huge responsibility, but as soon as he saw little Credence he knew he should take him home with him.

Although perhaps he should have thought about finding a someone to spend his life with before deciding to adopt a baby.

He hasn’t been able to sleep very well in days, although his friend Theseus said he was willing to help him for a while.

That’s the only reason he’s on that flight to London at the moment, otherwise he would’ve stayed and bothered Seraphina instead.

He should’ve done that now that he thinks about it.

Credence starts crying and Percival prays to God, as some of the passengers glare at him, that no one sits next to him.

But of course he’s not that lucky.

Or perhaps he is? Because now that Credence has calmed down a little, Percival has the opportunity to actually look at the stranger and realizes the man next to him is incredibly, unfairly beautiful.

Credence starts crying again.

“I’m really sorry about this…”

“It’s okay. Perhaps he’s hungry? Or maybe he’s getting used to the plane; there’s too many different things here that could be disorienting him.”

No. The beautiful redhead should be a jerk, not a kind, gentle man with freckles and a shy smile so that way Percival can forget about him quickly.

But he’s clearly a sunshine and therefore it’d be more difficult for Percival not to fall in love with him.

“He’s… not hungry,” he finally says, trying not to lose himself in those green eyes. And the freckles… Seriously why? It’s not like Percival has a thing for freckles but perhaps… Well, maybe he has.

“We should see if he’s not–Oh? Do you like my voice, little boy?” The man chuckles when Credence suddenly stops crying and starts looking at him with curiosity.

Of course Credence likes him, because the universe is determined to torture Percival.

The man starts talking to Credence about his dogs and also mentions how much he didn’t like the idea of them traveling via cargo, but it was the only option available.

By the time Credence falls asleep, Percival already has a huge crush on the man next to him (perhaps it’s something more than a crush, but he can’t really think about that at the moment).

“What’s your name?” He whispers, being careful not to wake up his son again.

“Newt,” he says, after Percival quirks up a curious brow at him he adds: “I’m going to see my brother.”

“I’m Percival and this is Credence… And we’re going to see a friend.”

It’s the worst possible way to meet someone like Newt, because Percival must look terrible; he’s exhausted, hasn’t gotten too much sleep and the man probably thinks he's–

“I’m not married,” the instant the words come out of his mouth he has the urge to facepalm himself.

“I’m sorry… So you–”

“No, I’m single, not divorced. I adopted Credence.”

For some reason Newt beams at him and again is definitely not at all fair because Percival is not that strong and is already thinking if he can ask him out right then and there.

He doesn’t do it because he can actually control himself.

After a while, he relaxes as they both fall into a very comfortable silence.

Then… Something happens. Percival loses track of time, blinks and when he blinks again he realizes he just fell asleep. When he doesn’t feel Credence in his arms he panics at least until he hears the baby’s giggle and sees him looking content in Newt’s arms.

Newt seems like he has done that multiple times already. Percival can’t believe how good he looks with a baby in his arms.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have!” Newt immediately apologizes and hands him the baby back. “I understand if you’re mad, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up… But it was wrong to take your b–”

“Newt, it’s alright. I’m not angry,” Percival assures him. “Thanks for taking care of Credence for me.”

When the redhead smiles at him, looking less mortified… Percival starts thinking about asking for his number or something… He has to see him again.

But of course when he gathers the courage, he fucks up.

“Would you like to be his Mummy?”

“What?”

Credence giggles again as Percival holds back the need to bang his head against the seat in front of him.

“I–I meant to ask you on a date.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Percival,” Newt blushes beautifully, in a way that makes some of his freckles disappear for a moment. “I think Theseus can wait a little longer for–”

“Theseus? Theseus Scamander?” Percival hasn’t heard that name before to believe they’re talking about different people, when Newt nods he adds: “Theseus Scamander is the friend I’m going to visit.”

“That’s great!” Newt smiles sincerely while Percival tries to tell himself that Theseus has changed and he’s not the same idiot that used to tell him that he’ll skin alive anyone who dared to try to date his little brother.

Too bad Percival is stubborn and has decided Newt is going to be Credence’s Mummy.

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Graves respects Theseus Scamander, he’s his friend and decided to join his “business” since the beginning; thanks to him they’re now two of the most feared criminals in America. Almost everyone that knows about illegal activities in New York knows about them and the cops haven’t been able to prove anything yet.

It’s basically perfect and Percival can say he doesn’t have any weakness (he has sex with people he finds attractive once and forgets about them quickly, it’s better not to form any kind of attachment in his line of work). He’s not sure about Theseus though, he always refuses to talk too much about his personal life and Graves doesn’t ask.

Even though they’re good friends, Theseus doesn’t want Graves to come into his house. All their meetings are in one of the farms or in Graves’s home.

Theseus has even told him he can’t (under any circumstances) to go pay him a visit no matter what’s going on, especially without letting him know first.

The problem is that someone breaks into one of their farms and Graves thinks it’s Grindelwald’s men so he’s in a hurry to let Theseus know and since he’s not answering the phone he forgets completely about the rule until he’s knocking on Theseus’s door.

He’s already thinking about an apology, but that quickly vanishes from his mind as soon as the door opens and his eyes notice the creamy shoulder, the pale neck and the adorable face covered in freckles.

A gorgeous redhead. A man with an oversized sweater and pink stockings that look absolutely perfect on his very long legs.

“Are you looking for Theseus?” He asks; his voice is soft and his expression is kind which tells Graves that he has no idea who he is.

“Yes… I’m Percival,” the name doesn’t ring a bell either in the man’s mind because he just nods and invites Graves in.

Is he Theseus’s lover? Is he willing to share? No, he wouldn’t. He won’t because if Percival were him he’d never share a man like that.

No, he’s someone to be treated gently and cherished and not just for a one night stand. Graves would shower him with affection and give everything he wanted.

Alright, perhaps he has a problem.

“I’m Newt,” the man mumbles and even though Graves is glad to finally have a name for that beautiful face, his first name doesn’t tell him much about him.

When he sits on the couch and realizes that the thought of Theseus (or anyone for that matter) touching Newt bothers him a little bit too much, he knows he’s into deep.

But how can that happen in just seconds? It doesn’t seem possible.

“Would you like tea or coffee?”

“Coffee, please…” He says, already thinking how good Newt would look at his side.

He’d be his queen, someone everyone would respect… No one would dare to even look at him the wrong way.

Newt would be just for him.

Graves would take care of him and marry him.

Newt nods bringing Percival back to reality, but before he can go to the kitchen, Theseus gets down stairs and immediately looks like he’s getting sick. He’s frozen in the living room, staring at Graves like he wants to kill him or at least make him disappear.

Instead of yelling at him, Theseus turns to face Newt and smiles so gently Graves cannot believe what he’s seeing for a moment.

“I haven’t fed Lily,” he mumbles. “I think she’s hungry, Newt.”

“I’ll go feed her, you stay with your friend,” Newt says immediately.

Newt is so worried about Lily that Graves feels forgotten and scolds himself for wanting attention from someone he just met.

“Who’s Lily?” He asks, because he can’t shake the thought of a child off his head.

Theseus glares at him, but Graves ignores him, mostly because Newt has started beaming and it’s like the whole room has lighten up after that.

“Lily is my dog! I’ll bring her here so you can meet her!” He says enthusiastically before going back upstairs.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Theseus grabs Graves by the arm and yanks him towards the door.

Graves doesn’t try to fight it because he doesn’t want to upset Newt (who clearly has no idea what Theseus does for a living).

“What did I tell you?” He’s fuming. The man inside must mean a lot to him.

“It was important. And I forgot about what you said, I’m sorry,” Graves mumbles; they’re outside now, but the streets are empty. “Who is he?”

“My little brother,” Theseus says, fiercely. “I don’t want you to get closer to him again.”

“Why not?” After realizing Newt is not Theseus’s lover, Graves feels absolutely relieved and starts acting a little bit more insistent now. “I know he has no idea what’s going on, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be his… friend.”

Oh, he definitely wants to be more than friends with Newt, but Graves knows Theseus won’t take it too well if he admits it.

“No, Newt doesn’t know anything. I don’t want you to–”

“I won’t tell him,” Percival assures.

“No, just don’t see him again.”

That’s too… painful to hear. It’s ridiculous to be this attached to a person he just met, but Graves is and he won’t give up just because Theseus doesn’t approve.

He’ll have Newt whether his brother likes it or not.

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Something’s wrong, Newt can feel it; Queenie insisted so much on him attending the dinner with the rest of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It’s not that he doesn’t like the aurors or the Director, it’s just that he’s really shy and akward and doesn’t want to make a mistake.

But he decides to attend, after all, Queenie and Tina are going to be there so he can sit next to them at the table.

He arrives a little bit late; Dougal made a mess inside the case by trying to feed the baby occamys himself and Newt had to fix it before going to the restaurant.

The table is full; even the President is there. Newt looks around desperately, trying to find Tina but instead his eyes meet Mr. Graves’s. The Director stares at him and smiles sincerely.

Newt grins back and wonders why he’s looking so friendly at him; Graves is kind with him, but he doesn’t talk too much with the magizoologist, perhaps because he’s busy or maybe because he just doesn’t want to.

“We’ll ask the waitress for an extra chair, Newt,” Queenie says then, just as the woman with the apron approaches with a few beverages.

“Or you can just sit on my lap,” Graves blurts out, prompting Newt to look in confusion at him and the rest of the people of the table to go awfully quiet for a couple of seconds.

The waitress rolls her eyes, Graves blushes and Madam Picquery burst into laughter.

Finally, the waitress summons an extra chair, although she places it in between Graves and the President.

It’s a little bit akward at first, at least until Kenneth starts telling one of his jokes. Graves leans towards him, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander… I didn't–I wasn’t actually thinking…” Graves sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m just… I get a little bit nervous when I’m around someone that I like.”

“Don’t worry, I-I understand,” Newt mumbles and wonders if the person Graves likes is the President… The thought makes him feel sad for some reason, perhaps he should move–

“He means he has the hots for you!” Picquery rolls her eyes. “Percival, I told you you had to be very blunt with this one…”

“Seraphina!” Graves growls at the same time Newt turns completely red.

“Do you really like me?” By then everyone is paying attention to them and trying (and failing) to pretend they’re not.

Newt doesn’t care anymore.

Graves nods.

“Perhaps we can… have dinner at your place tomorrow,” Newt bites his bottom lip, wondering if he’s going too fast.

“I’d love to,” Graves says, forgetting about the food on his plate and everyone else around them.

“And maybe he finally gets to sit you on his lap then,” Seraphina chuckles.

Graves glares at her, but takes Newt’s hand; he’s considering the idea… and Newt is thinking about it too.

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“Please never click on anything my sister sends you, boss. Trust me.”

So far Percival has followed Tina’s advise because he knows Queenie is a mischievous woman and he doesn’t have enough time to deal with whatever is in her mind at the moment.

However, one day he’s stressed because of the cases his team hasn’t been able to solve and the amount of paperwork he has to do, he decides to give in and click one of those links.

When he realizes it’s a video from YouTube he rolls his eyes and it’s about to click away when a man with freckles all over his face and beautiful green eyes starts talking.

At first Percival has no idea what he’s saying because he’s too distracted by the messy, reddish hair and the adorable way he avoids looking directly at the camera for too long.

He’s shy, but in a cute kind of way. Or at least that’s what Percival’s stupid heart is making him believe.

“So… I’m Newt and this is my first cover. I hope you like it.”

Percival nods and smiles, even though the man is not actually there and thanks Merlin his office is closed.

Ô ma douce souffrance

Pourquoi s'acharner? Tu r'commences

Je n'suis qu'un être sans importance

Sans lui, je suis un peu paro

Je déambule seule dans l'métro

The Director groans; of course the man knows French and has a mesmerizing voice. Newt smiles at the camera in a way that makes Percival picture for a moment what would it be if that expression was directed to him.

He HAS to meet Newt somehow. Although, he still has no idea if he’s into men, not that he’s thinking about asking him out or–

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit

Je danse avec le vent, la pluie

Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel

Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse

Alright, Percival has to admit to himself that he’s in fact going to ask him out if he has the opportunity, especially after watching Newt closing his eyes and smiling like he’s letting the music and his voice take control of the moment.

He looks so happy.

Those green eyes blink back open and Graves observes that, even for a timid person, for a brief moment it almost looks like Newt is flirting with the camera.

Fine, perhaps Percival is just imagining things.

“Boss! I finished the report!” Weiss rushes into the office, making Graves narrow his eyes.

How many times does he have to tell them to knock first?

“Wow! That’s such a beautiful voice! Who’s that? Can I see?”

Graves stops himself before growling and feels almost shocked when he realizes he’s being possessive of a person he hasn’t met.

Yet.

He turns his laptop around and Weiss grins, before one of her eyebrows quirks up.

“Isn’t that Newt Scamander? Tina’s best friend?”

Trying not to look too interested; Percival leans over his desk, pretending he’s reading what Weiss put in front of him (he has no idea what’s it about).

“Have you met him?” Graves asks, telling himself that’s the safest question, even though he’s dying to know if she has his number.

“No, but I think he’s coming soon to pay a visit to Tina. I believe he lives in London.”

So he has an opportunity.

“Are you alright, boss?”

Right. He shouldn’t be grinning like that; he clears his throat, reads the document quickly and signs it.

“Could you please send Queenie Goldstein?”

“What did she do?”

“Nothing. I just want to talk to her.”

The blonde woman walks in a couple of minutes later with a smile on her face; Graves has no idea why she’s the only one who doesn’t seem to be afraid of him.

“Did you want to see me, Mr. Graves?” She smirks, almost like she knows already.

“Yes,” he clears his throat, telling himself he’s not a teenager anymore. He can do this. “So… Newt Scamander.”

“Did you like the cover?”

“Yes,” but I liked him even more. Percival clears his throat again. “Would you introduce us? Weiss mentioned he was coming to America to see detective Goldstein…”

“I’d love to!” Queenie grins from ear to ear. “I also have his number…”

“I–No. I prefer… I am going to ask him for his number myself,” he finally says, feeling his cheeks like they’re burning. Then, when Queenie nods and is about to put her phone back in her purse Percival blurts out: “Maybe that’s a better idea… To have his number just in case.”

“You’re right, Mr. Graves.”

Queenie’s eyes are glimmering with mirth and that is often not a good sign.

However, Percival is not willing to let an opportunity like that to slip through his fingers.

Chapter Text

It all starts with a letter and probably the biggest mistake Percival has ever made in his entire life. Honestly, he just wanted to let Theseus know that Newt was perfectly fine with him… Well, not exactly with him but working in MACUSA since he knows Theseus could be an overprotective idiot sometimes.

The wizard was always sending him letters asking him how Newt was doing even though Newt told Percival Theseus sent him a couple of those every week asking the same questions.

Trying to calm down his friend a little bit, Percival decided to send back a more detailed letter about Newt’s life in New York.

He started by informing Theseus Newt and he had become great friends over the past weeks. In fact, Percival had never felt so comfortable or content with anyone else before. He even told the magizoologist they could share his office so Graves could make sure Newt didn’t forget about eating (which sometimes he did).

Percival also remembered to mention how talented and kind Newt was and how much he had helped MACUSA to solve a couple of cases, especially the ones that involved magical creatures.

Newt was also extremely beautiful with all those freckles all over his face and those green eyes of his, but Percival chose not to mention anything about Newt’s beauty because he knew Theseus could take it the wrong way.

The Director also mentioned the Collins’s incident, just to let Theseus know Percival was taking care of Newt.

That idiot was obviously bothering Newt, flirting constantly with him, sometimes even in front of Percival himself like he wasn’t even there. So the Director made clear that Collins couldn’t get close to his magizoologist ever again.

Newt obviously deserved something better, like his brother was constantly saying. And Percival was determined to help him find the right person.

He also wrote about how much he had insisted the magizoologist about moving in with him. The Goldsteins were kind to him, but the landlady didn’t want to have men in there and Newt was forced to sneak in every single night.

Percival could take care of him in his house, he even took him out to have dinner together most of the time so it made perfect sense for Newt to spend the night in his house as well.

They could live together.

Although… Now after sending the letter and realizing it’s been a couple of days and Theseus hasn’t responded yet (even though he usually does immediately when it has something to do with Newt) Percival has started to think perhaps he did something wrong.

He’s not sure what he did wrong though.

After making Newt a cup of his favorite tea, Percival thinks it’s better to ask Seraphina about it.

“Thank you, Percy,” the magizoologist smiles at him before taking a sip and the Director feels his face like it’s burning for a moment.

He’s still hasn’t figured out why he feels so flustered every time Newt smiles at him like.

However that’s a question for another day.

The Director tells his friend what the letter is about and watches carefully as Seraphina pinches the bridge of her nose, sighs and then looks up at him like she’s trying hard to hold back a chuckle.

“What?” Graves huffs, feeling irritated.

“You’re like a twelve-year-old,” she comments and Percival has no idea what she could possibly mean because she has called him childish before. But when he demands an explanation she simply adds: “You’ll find out soon enough. In fact, I think Mr. Scamander will tell you himself, because he’s probably on his way here.”

***

Theseus doesn’t know whether he should laugh or growl. It’s like he’s reading a twelve-year-old letter about his crush but the person has no idea they’re in love.

I think Newt is the best thing that could have happened to MACUSA; he clearly knows what he’s doing and has saved a couple of my aurors and a lot of magical creatures as well.

The british auror sighs, trying not to find irritating the fact that his best friend knows exactly where his little brother is every minute of the day. There’s a whole description of Newt’s face when Percival found out he hadn’t slept at all the night before and a comment about how happy it made the Director to find Newt asleep on his couch.

Collins is an idiot. He doesn’t know what Newt really wants or needs, besides, he’s too young. I told him to “fuck off” and I’m sure you’ll agree with me it’s for the best.

Newt needs to be treated with respect; he needs someone who can shower him with affection and obviously someone who can give him anything he wants. Collins works for MACUSA, but he’s not rich. Besides, he’s not a good auror. Your brother must be dating someone who can protect him and get along with his creatures, don’t you think? I know Pickett thinks the same.

“I think I’m going to puke,” Theseus mumbles, prompting the auror closest to him to look at him with confusion.

“Sir?” Manson asks as one of her eyebrows quirks up.

Because he doesn’t believe he can explain it with words, he shoves one of the pages of the letter at her.

“I think it’s cute,” she immediately comments, grinning at the paper. “I have met Director Graves before, he looks so serious… But he’s actually a softie, isn’t he? Oh! Is he dating your brother? He says he takes him out to dinner every–”

Theseus grabs the letter back, looking more irritated.

“They’re not dating because I’m sure Newt has no idea and by the way Percival insists they’re such good friends I think he doesn’t either…”

He curses and pinches the bridge of his nose.

They have no idea.

“I think I have to go to New York.”

***

Percival doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s waiting for Newt to come back from Tina’s office so they can have lunch together and he’s not going to admit either that he can’t concentrate on the paperwork he’s doing because of it.

However, he gets startled when Theseus Scamander himself storms in his office with a frown upon his face.

“You know,” he snorts, even though he still looks really annoyed. “This is the worst way of finding out you are head over heels for my little one.”

“What are you talking–”

Theseus shoves the letter, Percival’s letter, to his face and the Director is surprised to see there are more pages than he remembered.

“Newt is my friend and I'm–”

“Please read it carefully.”

Percival does, just because he wants to clear everything up before Newt comes back.

However, when he starts doing it and he gets to the part where he begins to talk about Newt he realizes how it sounds.

Newt. His beautiful magizoologist.

“Stop grinning like an idiot, Percival… For Merlin’s sake!”

Newt and his breathtaking smile, Newt and his kindness, Newt staying late at night with him when he has a difficult case.

And Percival following him around like a love sick puppy; asking him out, making sure he eats well and staring at him when Newt isn’t looking.

Oh, shit.

Then just to make things even better Newt walks inside in that precise moment.

“‘Seus,” the magizoologist beams with his sweet voice as Theseus pulls him into a hug and Percival just stares and scolds himself for not being clever enough to notice his own predicament.

He puts the letter on his desk and walks around to stand in front of it, to keep it out of sight.

“Let’s go grab something to eat, Percy! You too, 'Seus.”

It’s even worse when Newt turns to look at him with that blinding smile of his.

“Are you alright? You’re completely red! Do you have fever?” Newt doesn’t even let Percival say anything, because he gets closer and touches his forehead gently.

The Director melts into the touch, like the besotted idiot he is.

“Newt, I think you should read this,” Theseus hands his brother the letter and Percival realizes too late he summoned it when he wasn’t looking.

“Wait, Newt–”

“This doesn’t mean I approve of this, Percival. You have to prove you’re worthy of him first.”

This is not the way it’s supposed to be. Percival should at least have the opportunity to woo Newt… To convince him he deserves his love, but now the only thing that’ll be in Newt’s mind is that he’s like a twelve-year-old with a crush.

“Newt, listen…” But he can’t speak because the magizoologist looks up with tears in eyes, although he’s not sad, he has a sweet smile on his face.

His beautiful eyes are glimmering with hope and happiness.

“Oh, Percy,” he mumbles as the tears fall down. “I had no idea… This is so sweet.”

Percival would argue that is more embarrassing than sweet, but he certainly doesn’t complain when Newt takes his face in his hands and kisses him.

Actually, now that he’s sure his feelings are not unrequited, he grabs Newt by the waist and pulls him even closer as he kisses him back with everything he has.

“I’m still here, you know… And I don’t like watching as you devour my little brother.”

“Right,” Percival has to pull away, but doesn’t move his hands from Newt’s waist. He doesn’t even look back at Theseus when he adds: “Would you leave me alone with Newt for–”

“No way.”

Newt chuckles, trying not to roll his eyes at Theseus and instead leans forward, putting his arms around Percival’s shoulders.

“Does this mean you’ll finally move in with me?”

“He won’t,” Theseus says at the same time Newt mumbles over Percival’s lips: “Of course, Percy.”

Chapter Text

“You can stay in my house,” he quickly offers before Tina can say anything; it’s inevitable… He’s not sure why he did that. He knows everyone in his office is looking at him now, but he doesn’t tear his eyes away from Newt. “I… don’t have a–what I mean is that it’d be more easy for you that way. I know auror Goldstein has a landlady who doesn’t want men in her building, so…”

“You’re right!” Newt finally says, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you, Mr. Graves.”

Once he knows Newt is gonna stay with him, Percival relaxes, although he regrets looking at Goldstein’s surprised expression and Seraphina’s smirk.

Newt is his friend’s brother, of course he wants to help him; Percival is not that strict as people usually thinks.

“So you come from a tropical country?” He mumbles to make conversation and distract Seraphina from whatever is in her mind.

“How do you know that?” The magizoologist looks back at him, intrigued.

“You have more freckles now than the last time I saw you,” the Director observes, ignoring the way Seraphina quirks up a brow at him. Her attitude starts getting on his nerves.

Of course he’d notice! He’s an auror, besides… It’s more than obvious… It’s not like he’s the only one who has noticed that–

“Oh!” Newt looks surprised, before his expression turns into something more calm. He chuckles. “You’re right, the sun must have done that.”

Ridiculously happy to know he made him smile, Percival can’t help but grin in return; the glimmer in his eyes stays there even after Newt gets out of the office to follow Tina and say ‘hello’ to her sister.

“Good luck!” Seraphina smirks again, prompting Graves to narrow his eyes at her.

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, she walks out of the room.

***

It’s not easy at first; some of the creatures in Newt’s case escape from it every now and then and destroy a few of Graves’s things.

He’s a little bit irritated at first, but he quickly repairs most of them and even learns how to put protective spells around his stuff. He also stops the Niffler a few times before he can steal his watch.

Newt is embarrassed; Percival notices in the way his blush spreads down his neck every single time.

Sometimes he wonders how far that blush goes and then he shakes his head to ignore those thoughts.

“I’m not mad, Newt.” He says sincerely, but the magizoologist insists on doing something for him in return and the next time Graves comes back home the dinner is ready.

Without realizing what he’s doing, Percival starts going back home earlier than usual. Mostly to help Newt with his creatures.

He finds out he has a couple of dangerous and highly illegal beasts inside his case, but Newt is so happy and excited about them, Graves decides not to make a comment on the situation; he even gives Newt a permit for his whole case, praying nobody else knows what’s inside.

“Glad to know you don’t stay here late anymore; you deserve to sleep like a normal person,” the President says the next time he sees him.

Percival doesn’t utter a word in return because by the way she’s smiling, he feels like it’s some kind of trap.

“You look happier now.”

Graves narrows his eyes and walks towards the entrance, feeling a little bit impatient out of the sudden. He wants to see Newt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

***

Even though the Director swears it’s not necessary, Newt makes coffee for him. The first couple of times it’s a disaster, but the magizoologist learns quickly and in a couple of days Percival becomes addicted to the coffee he makes.

Then, Newt starts making more so Percival can take it to his office too.

Sometimes Newt even goes to MACUSA to help them with a few cases and Graves takes him out to dinner at the end of the day before they go home.

***

“I need a few days off,” he says and even though in other circumstances Seraphina’s reaction would have amused him, he’s too worried to smile.

“Days off? You?” The president chokes on her coffee, staring at him almost with shock.

“Newt’s sick,” he blurts out, hating those words. No, it’s nothing to worry about, but he knows that man will keep working and tiring himself until he passes out if Percival doesn’t do something quickly.

He wants nothing more than to be at his side.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” there must be something on his face because Seraphina looks concerned too. Although when Graves mumbles that it’s just a cold, she relaxes. “He’ll be fine, Percival. But I understand… Of course you’d like to take care of him. Go then, you can take as many days as you want.

"Thank you.”

It takes a lot of persuading, but Graves manages to convince Newt to stay in bed (mostly because the magizoologist is exhausted) while he takes care of the rest.

The creatures trust him enough at this point so it’s not that difficult to feed them before returning to Newt’s side and see if he needs anything.

When he notices he’s asleep, Percival smiles fondly, he touches his forehead and realizes the potion he made is working after all.

Newt is back on his feet a couple of days later with a huge smile on his face that makes Percival feel weak at the knees for a second.

“Thank you, Percy,” he mumbles before giving him a hug.

Graves comes back to MACUSA grinning like an idiot.

***

Just a couple of days later, the realization of what’s going on with him hits him in the face.

“Welcome home, Percy!” Newt beams; sleeves rolled up, messy hair and freckles that always look like beautiful stars. “I’m making dinner!”

Percival Graves freezes on his own doorway, mesmerized, wondering if there’s something wrong with his heart. Then he realizes in shock, noticing how exhausted he is, that he just wants to take Newt in his arms and give him a kiss on the lips.

He’s in love with his best friend’s little brother and he can’t do anything about it.

So that’s the reason why Seraphina looked at him with a smirk on her face every time Percival mentioned Newt. She knows.

“How was your day?” Newt asks, beautiful and somehow impossible to reach; he’s like a ray of sunshine and Percival has never felt so cold or lonely in all his life.

“Busy,” he groans, already regretting how stiff he sounds, Newt deserves to be treated gently. He needs to be treated like he’s the most important thing in the world.

Because he’s the most important thing to Percival.

The magizoologist doesn’t seem to notice or just doesn’t mind. He keeps grinning.

“You must be tired,” he comments. “Tina told me you have a couple of difficult cases in your hands. But I know you can handle them, I haven’t met an auror as determined as you are.”

Percival looks up at him; it’s almost painful to stare at Newt. His heart keeps acting like a crazy idiot inside his chest and he knows he wants to come home to this for the rest of his life.

The problem is that Newt is just his friend.

“I…”

“I’m here for you, if you need me.”

I need you, I want you. Please stay with me. The thoughts are begging to rush out of his mouth, but Percival remains silent.

“Thank you,” he says instead and they both eat in silence, although Percival is internally screaming.

Love is not as easy as it sounds. As everyone makes it sound.

***

Newt is leaving tomorrow. He needs to go to Brazil and Percival doesn’t know when he’ll come back.

He needs to do something. Seraphina thinks he should tell him everything, but Percival is not sure how he’ll react.

He doesn’t want to scare him away.

Graves sits on the couch pretending he’s reading a book while Newt walks around the room, explaining everything he needs to do in Brazil to Pickett. The bowtruckle doesn’t like the idea of traveling again.

Percival watches, knowing he’ll miss that too and everything about Newt Scamander.

“Maybe you should stay,” he blurts out while he curses internationally for saying such thing.

“But I need to trave–”

“Sorry, Newt,” Percival is blushing and flustered now, looking at his own lap instead at the magizoologist. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just… If you want, you can come back here as soon as you finish whatever you have to do there. You can stay here when you’re not… traveling.”

It’s ridiculous. He feels absolutely ridiculous; babbling like a teenager in love.

Perhaps there’s something else in his eyes or it’s the way he turns his head up to look at him, because Newt’s freckles disappear under an adorable blush.

“Do you want me to… move in with you?”

Even though there’s a possiblity his answer ends up scaring the magizoologist away, Percival doesn’t see the point in denying what it’s obvious.

“Yes,” he rises from his seat to finally meet his gaze. “I… I’m not trying to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to. We could… still be friends, but I’d like to start a relationship with you…”

For a moment, Newt freezes and Percival is almost sure he just ruined everything and is more than ready to apologize when the magizoologist takes a step forward and smiles shyly at him.

“I like the idea,” he mumbles, like he’s afraid that his words cloud ruin the moment.

“Do you really?” It’s a dream, Percival is sure of it… At least he is until Newt puts his arms around his neck and nods.

And then he kisses him on the lips. Graves can’t help it, he’s wanted to do that since Newt came back to New York that he can’t help but kiss back desperately, with a starving passion.

“I still have one day left before I go to Brazil,” Newt mumbles over Percival’s lips, already pulling him towards the bedroom. Pickett quickly runs towards the case.

“You’re right,” Graves whispers with hunger, taking Newt’s vest off.

Percival wakes up with a grin on his face and a beautiful man next to him. He leans to kiss Newt’s shoulder before he finally wakes up and the Director hears him for the rest of the morning about moving in with him as soon as he comes back from Brazil.

A huge smile quirks up the corners of his lips as Percival thinks that his expression will probably confuse a few people in MACUSA that day.

But he doesn’t care, he’s too happy to think about that.

Chapter Text

Even though he didn’t quite like the idea at first, he must admit Percival is a caring husband and loves his little brother a lot.

Theseus decides to surprise them by paying them a visit and arrives at MACUSA later that night; Percival is certainly surprised but glad to see his friend again.

“Newt is at home, but we’ll see him in a couple of minutes,” the Director tells him with a smile; Theseus can see how impatient he is to see his husband again.

He understands, he’s a little impatient to see Newt as well.

Theseus walks right behind Percival as the man opens the door to his house; he wants to surprise Newt as well so he tries not to make any noise.

However, he quickly forgets about it as soon as he notices how Percival’s expression softens and a besotted grin appears on his face.

“Sweetheart…”

Feeling really curious, Theseus steps inside and notices that his brother has fallen asleep on the couch and is all wrapped up in Percival’s coat.

And the Director of Magical Security is looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

Theseus shakes his head and stops from facepalming himself because even though they’re really ridiculous sometimes he’s glad they love each other.

Chapter Text

“Go play with Dougal, Artemis,” Newt opens the case and the boy doesn’t hesitate; he’s always loved his Mummy’s creatures.

He knows someone is in the house and he’ll do anything to protect his son; he closes the case and hides it under the bed, sends a patronus to alert Percival and decides to take care of the rest himself.

***

“For Mercy Lewis! Who has a patronus like that? It’s absolutely amazing!” Fontaine looks in awe at the silver creature, a dragon no less, as it stops in front of his boss.

Picquery quirks a brow at it.

“Newt’s… It’s his patronus,” Graves mumbles, tense and they all freeze as they hear the message that comes from it… Someone broke in their boss’s house and Graves’s husband has hidden Artemis.

“I’ll take care of it,” Newt assures and the patronus vanishes, but they all know Percival Graves is not going to stay there while his family is in danger.

“Take a few aurors with you,” Madam President says and all the people in the room volunteer; they all like Newt and Artemis too much.

“Let’s go.”

***

By the time they arrive Newt’s in the living room, looking perfectly calm and glancing down at a petrified wizard on the floor.

Percival walks in the house, kisses his husband all over the face and asks for their son.

“He’s with Dougal. I hid the case under our bed.”

“Take THAT to MACUSA. I’ll personally interrogate him,” Graves tells the aurors before quickly going upstairs and coming back with a little boy in his arms.

Fortunately, it looks like Artemis has no idea what happened.

Percival uses one hand to take Newt by the waist and embrace both his husband and son at the same time.

He looks relieved, but they all know his anger hasn’t vanished yet.

The aurors suddenly pity the wizard that dared to break in Graves’s house.

Chapter Text

Newt doesn’t expect to find Percival Graves (the real one) the second time he sets foot in New York. He gets there at night; he wanders around for a bit before deciding to walk towards Queenie and Tina’s flat and hoping they’re not asleep yet.

It’s really late and there are not many people around, so Newt gets really startled when someone touches his shoulder. He’s worked with magical creatures many years and having Theseus constantly reminding him to take care of himself (and teaching him a couple of things to keep himself safe) has developed Newt’s reflexes.

Before anything else happens, Newt takes the man’s arm and flips him over his shoulder until he’s on the ground looking up at him.

When Newt sees the Director of Magical Security confused expression, the magizoologist blushes to the tip of his ears and then starts panicking.

That wizard has the power to arrest him and take away his case if he wants to.

“I’m truly sorry,” Newt mumbles, helping Graves up by taking his hand.

Instead of the irritation he expects to find, Graves grins from ear to ear as he keeps staring at him. Newt’s blush spreads down his neck.

“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Scamander,” Graves chuckles and makes a dismissive gesture when Newt starts apologizing again. “It’s alright. I’m not hurt… or angry for that matter. Actually, I’m really impressed.”

Newt doesn’t quite believe that last part, but decides not to argue with the Director.

“I was heading to Tina and Queenie’s flat… I'm–”

“They told me you stayed with them last time,” Graves cuts him off, getting closer to him. “However, I think it’d be a little bit problematic considering their landlady doesn’t like to see men in there…”

“Yes, although I think I can get inside without her noticing,” Newt says, not sure where the conversation is going.

“You could stay with me instead,” Graves takes Newt’s hand gently.

“I don’t want to be–”

“Please, Mr. Scamander.”

Feeling like he owes him for what happened, Newt agrees.

He sleeps in the guest room and when he wakes up he realizes Graves has made breakfast for the both of them. For a moment, Newt thinks he doesn’t deserve that much kindness.

“Mr. Graves, you didn’t have to–”

“It was my pleasure and please… call me Percival.”

They arrive at MACUSA together and Newt doesn’t realize that everyone is looking at them with curiosity, especially considering that Percival is constantly looking at him with a fond smile on his face.

“I’m really happy for you, sweetie,” it’s the first Queenie says after giving him a hug. “Mr. Graves is a good man.”

“What do you mean?” Newt asks at the same time Tina groans and whispers something that sounds close to ‘I hope this ends well’.

Chapter Text

As Newt sits in front of the counter, he wonders if he should just go find a hotel room where he can spend the night instead; he’s tired, but definitely glad he’s finally in Brazil.

The pub is quiet and yet the bartender seems to be busy at the moment. Newt looks around and is about to rise from his seat again, when a man sits right next to him.

“Can I get you something to drink?” His voice is deep, it seems a little bit familiar, although he hasn’t tried to look at him in the eye yet. It’s difficult for him, especially after meeting new people.

What makes him curious about that man is that he decides to speak to him in english; he sounds like an american.

“Perhaps I’m coming on too strong, but you’re really…”

Unfortunately, Newt doesn’t pay too much attention to what he’s saying at that moment because he finally turns around and realizes he’s sitting right next to Percival Graves.

His hair is a little bit longer and he’s using black jeans and a black shirt, which makes him look more relaxed and it’s a little bit weird at first (or perhaps it’s because Newt didn’t actually meet him but Grindelwald instead).

Newt smiles at him, thinking that Graves has probably read about him and recognized him or maybe he’s in a mission for MACUSA. However, Tina hasn’t mentioned anything about him in her letters.

“I’d like a firewhiskey, please,” he mumbles shyly and watches as Graves’s grin turns into a hopeful smile. He speaks with the bartender in an excellent portuguese.

“What are you doing in Brazil?” Graves asks, leaning closer to him. “And most importantly, how long are you gonna stay?”

Newt tells him all about the fire slugs he wants to study and Graves listens to him like everything he says is absolutely fascinating.

“Aren’t those illegal?” Graves asks, prompting the magizoologist to worry for a moment, but then he notices the amused grin and the kind glimmer in his eyes.

“I’m not keeping them, well… unless they’re hurt or in danger… But I just keep them until they’re ready to go back into the wild, like I do with all my creatures.”

When Graves puts a hand on his knee to move even closer to him, Newt finally notices the golden earring and suddenly finds him really attractive.

He blushes, but pushes those thoughts aside to tell him everything about his other babies.

“A nundu?” Graves looks like he’s not sure if he wants to laugh or narrow his eyes at him. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“No creature is dangerous!” At Newt’s outraged tone, Graves finally chuckles and tries to calm him down putting a hand on his cheek. He asks for another couple of drinks.

“I’m sorry… I’m not used to this… I don’t know much about them; I used to think of magical creatures only in terms of the law and those rules are not usually too kind with them,” Graves admits. “But I’m willing to learn more, perhaps you can stay with me so we can get to know each other as well…”

“You’re very kind,” Newt beams, as soon as he realizes Graves means well. He also enjoys all the advice he gives him about the habitats he has created for his babies.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t even asked your name–”

“I’m Newt Scamander, I thought Tina had talked you about me, Mr. Graves.”

Newt is sure he did something wrong as soon as he sees Graves freezing on the spot.

“Have we… met? I’m sorry, I–He must’ve messed with my mind too…”

“No, it’s alright,” Newt puts a hand on his shoulder immediately, realizing he’s remembering the time Grindelwald imprisoned him. “We don’t know each other. I thought Tina or Queenie had said something about me. I actually met–”

“Him,” Graves’s face twists with anger and pain; Newt takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together, watching with relief as the man slowly calms down. “No one knows I’m here. Don’t tell them, please.”

“Oh. Alright,” Newt mumbles, suddenly puzzled. If Graves didn’t know who he was, then why he approached him in the first place? Perhaps he mistook him for someone else? “Well, I need to get going–”

“Wait. You can still stay at my place,” Graves rises from his seat as well, following Newt.

***

It’s a small house, but cozy. Newt likes it. Graves looks nervous though, he rubs the back of his neck, eyes glued to Newt.

His face turns bright red.

“You can sleep in my bedroom. I mean, I thought we could… You know I was trying to–”

“Nonsense! I can take the couch,” Newt insists; he doesn’t want to be a bother.

Graves suddenly looks sad, just for a moment, before he clears his throat and looks away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m not offended, I understand. I’m not–We can be friends. I have a spare room.”

Newt really doesn’t want to cause him any trouble, but the wizard insists on leaving him a room all to himself.

“Thank you, Mr. Graves.”

“Please, call me Percival.”

He stays a couple of weeks with Percival and he learns a lot about him; he enjoys helping Newt to make his case better and more secure for his creatures and although he is an excellent and talented wizard, he could be a little bit clumsy sometimes.

“Good morning, Newt. Would you like–” he stops as soon as he turns around, staring at him as his cheeks turn completely red. He starts pouring coffee all over the counter instead of his cup. “Your shoulder has f-freckles as well.”

“Your coffee!” Newt says at the same time and Percival curses and blushes even more before he cleans the mess with wandless magic.

Newt fixes his oversized sweater to cover his shoulder and Percival spends the rest of the morning looking anywhere but at him.

“Your legs are long,” he comments another day and curses himself before mumbling. “I meant to say: morning.”

Newt looks at the long shirt that covers very little of his thighs and thinks that maybe Percival doesn’t like to see Newt being such a mess in the morning. He changes his clothes immediately.

They talk about MACUSA and what happened sometimes, Newt knows Percival misses his life in New York, but he’s still hurt and bitter because no one seemed to notice it wasn’t him.

He escaped from Grindelwald and traveled for a while until he decided to live in Brazil; he thought no one would find him there.

“But you came,” Percival smiles fondly at him. “And found me, even though that wasn’t your intention.”

Newt has the feeling he wants to say something else, but doesn’t push him, instead they feed the mooncalves and sit for a while with them. Newt falls asleep quickly and wakes up in his bedroom.

Percival doesn’t make any comment on it in the morning.

The magizoologist doesn’t realize how much he enjoys Percival’s company until it’s time to say goodbye.

“I’ll miss you, Percy.”

“You can go back anytime,” the wizard says, with a desperate tone in his voice.

“I can’t… Not soon at least. I just accepted a job as a consultant in MACUSA,” Newt mumbles, truly lamenting it.

“Oh… right. Well, goodbye.”

“I’ll write to you,” Newt promises, although he notices that Percival doesn’t look too happy about that.

***

Newt keeps his promise, however, he can’t stop Queenie Goldstein from finding out; he’s not very good at occlumency and his friend has gotten used to his accent.

“Please, don’t tell anyone. He doesn’t want it,” he whispers to her after following her to the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t. Although I think he’ll be coming here pretty soon,” she assures him, winking at him.

Newt is not sure about that, he’s sent a couple of letters now and even though Percival seemed really enthusiastic about writing back it’s been a couple of weeks since Newt received the last letter.

Part of him is worried and the other part of him is hurt. Perhaps he just wants to be left alone after all.

Tina is having a horrible time with the new Director, Collins, Picquery told him his position was only temporary but he’s acting like he’s going to stay forever and is MACUSA’s king now.

Newt thinks he doesn’t like him (he’s constantly following him everywhere whenever he sets foot in MACUSA) but Queenie thinks it’s quite the opposite.

“Although I wouldn’t go near him if I were you,” she tells him. “I think it’s an obsession.”

It’s difficult to avoid someone when he’s in charge of the department one’s working for.

But Newt tries anyway.

“Oh, you’re here doll, I’ve been looking for you the whole day,” Collins grins, taking Newt by the arm. “Turns out there’s something wrong with one of the permits Madam President gave you. You have to come back to my office.”

For some reason, Queenie looks angry (it’s weird to see her like that) and quickly storms into her sister’s office.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll make you a new one,” he grins and Newt’s about to thank him when he adds: “If you have a date with me.”

“But… I don’t think it’s a good ide–”

“It’s that or you’ll have to give me your Nundu.”

Instinctively, Newt pulls the case closer to him. He rescued Nancy a couple of months ago, which means the only human she trusts at the moment is him (and Percival, actually). If she sees someone else she could have a panic attack and hurt someone and if she does not even Picquery will be willing to forgive her.

“Well… Then I’ll acce–”

There’s a noise outside the office; it’s like people are running… For a frightening moment, Newt thinks one of his babies escaped, but he realizes his case is still firmly closed (besides, Percival taught him a thing or two about magic locks).

“What’s that?” Collins growls, irritated before storming out. Newt follows him with caution and then sees Weis running down the hallway with a huge grin upon her face.

There are a couple of people gathering around someone in the cafeteria, they all are talking excitedly at the same time, someone is sobbing.

“Let him go, he wants to see Newt,” Queenie chuckles happily before the people around move out of the way.

That’s when Newt sees Percival Graves again, smiling at him nervously.

“I missed you so much,” he says, out of breath, before rushing towards the magizoologist.

He takes his face in his hands and presses their foreheads together; Newt didn’t know how much his heart had ached for him until now.

“You didn’t write back, I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“I apologise for that. I was nervous because I was getting ready to come back here, Newt. I…”

“Mr. Graves, in case anyone hasn’t informed you, I’m the new Director of Magical Security and he’s my consultant magizoologist, so I’ll ask you this once–”

Without even looking back, Percival makes Collins fall to the ground using wandless magic, no one around offers to help the new Director.

Then Madam President gets out of her office and requests Percival’s presence.

Collins starts yelling at everyone to help him when Percival comes out again with a smirk on his face; he moves his hand to change his clothes for a suit, but he keeps the earring and his long hair.

Newt finds himself really attracted to him in that moment, but tries to push those thoughts aside.

“I’m back. I’ll be your Director again,” he informs everyone around as Collins finally gets up and everyone in the hallway cheers.

Collins rushes into Picquery’s office with a furious expression on his face and gets fired a few minutes later.

***

Percival asks Newt to stay in his house after the magizoologist helps him with the magic locks and the decoration.

It’ll take a while for the Director to feel like he’s at home again, but he’s quickly getting there.

“I need to tell you something first, Newt,” he says, taking his hand as they both sit on the couch, exhausted.

“What is it, Percy? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine… I’m just–I need you to know I’m in love with you. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but it did and I couldn’t stop it. I was very attracted to you since we met and I know you didn’t want to (you probably still don’t) be with me like that, but you have to know…”

“Wait.” Newt turns around to look directly into Percival’s dark eyes. “I had no idea you were attracted to me when–”

“I invited you a drink, Newt.”

“I thought it was because you recognized me.”

Percival doesn’t seem upset, though he rolls his eyes. He’s smiling with hope.

“I asked you to sleep in my bedroom.”

“I thought it was just you being nice and that you were going to sleep on the couch.” Newt mumbles, blushing as he realizes how obvious it was that Percival wanted to have sex with him then.

The Director chuckles and kisses Newt’s hand.

“And now? What if I asked you to sleep with me?”

“I’d say yes.” Newt says, still in a nervous whisper.

Percival takes him by the chin and kisses him until they’re both gasping for air.

“What if I asked you to give us a chance? To start a relationship?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that because I think I’m in love with you, Percy.”

“Come here, love,” the Director grins as he pulls Newt closer for another kiss.

Chapter Text

Percival Graves is having a good day, well… Not that good since he’s doing paperwork, but at least he’s relaxed. He’s not flustered or thinking about someone like he’s twelve again.

But there comes Tina with her friend; actually it’s not her fault because Percival is an idiot and asked her to introduce them as soon as possible.

The Director is still looking down at the documents in his hands when they walk in, he hears Tina saying Newt’s name and Percival finally looks up.

A mistake. His second mistake.

The man in front of him is very shy; he doesn’t even look directly at him when he smiles, but there’s something about him that immediately draws Percival’s attention.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Graves,” he mumbles and the Director finally sees those green eyes looking at him for a second. Newt’s face is absolutely covered in freckles and Percival realizes that he finds the man cute.

Adorable. Beautiful.

Realizing he’s been quiet for too long and probably staring at Newt like an idiot (judging by Tina’s puzzled look) he clears his throat and rises quickly from his chair to offer his hand.

“Please, call me Percival,” suddenly, he’s determined to get Newt to take him out on a date.

The magizoologist nods, smiling at him again. The Director knows his actions will start rumors in MACUSA, but he doesn’t care at this point; instead of shaking Newt’s hand, he kisses the back of it.

He watches as Newt’s blushes to the tip of his ears almost with fascination.

Percival is in love.

Tina mumbles something about having to go back to work (and even though he approves that kind of attitude) he doesn’t like that she’s going to take Newt away from him.

“I think you should stay here, Newt. So I… can give you a permit for your creatures,” he adds quickly, trying to look calm, as if that’s the only reason why he wants Newt to stay in his office.

“Oh! Thank you,” Newt looks surprised, but absolutely pleased. He knows Percival is doing him a favor. And Tina does too, judging by her curious look.

“I’ll be waiting you in my office, Newt.”

The magizoologist nods in his direction and Percival grimaces when nobody’s looking at him.

It’s ridiculous to feel jealous of Tina. He shouldn’t. They’re just friends… right?

***

The only problem about going to Seraphina to ask for a favor is that the woman knows him too well.

“I think we should hire a consultant. We’ve having a lot of cases involving poachers and sometimes we–”

“I find him cute too.”

Percival must have a weird expression on his face because she suddenly bursts into laughter.

“Don’t worry! I’m not interested in him like that!” She says, still grinning. “I didn’t know you were such a jealous and possessive man, Percival.”

“I’m not–”

“You’re really into him, huh?”

Sighing and feeling his cheeks like they’re on fire, Percival realizes that there’s no point in lying.

“I want to woo him. I think I’m halfway in love with him already,” he confesses, surprising even himself.

“Well… Let’s get him a job then,” the President finally says, but before Percival can say anything else, she adds: “No, don’t thank me for that, I already wanted to hire him.”

Percival knows he’s already grinning like an idiot, but he doesn’t care, he’s thinking about asking Newt on a date.

“Good luck by the way, you’ll need it. He looks like an oblivious one.”

The Director sighs because he knows she’s right.

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When Newt sees Percival in full makeup for the first time he blushes; somehow the man looks even more attractive as a vampire.

“You look good,” he mumbles, trying not to be so shy in front of him. They have become friends in the past weeks and Newt wants to be kind with all the people that work with him.

“Do you really like it?” For some reason, the other actor looks particularly interested in Newt’s opinion so the redhead nods, smiling at him.

The scene is not difficult, Newt is one of Percival’s “victims” and has to look like he’s completely mesmerized by him.

In the scene, Percival takes Newt by the waist and pulls him closer to him. He stares at him before leaning closer and “biting” him. He doesn’t actually do that, but he pretends to and Newt shivers when he feels the other actor’s lips against his skin.

Percival moves away before leaning forward again to kiss Newt on the lips. The redhead enjoys the feeling of the fake fangs against his tongue and chuckles, forgetting that they’re not following the script anymore.

Newt’s a little bit embarrassed when the Director yells “cut!” but Percival is smirking afterwards.

“That was great improvising, we’re keeping that.”

Even though they didn’t actually ruin the scene, Newt feels bad for getting out of character.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? I kissed you,” Percival says, but Newt is still overwhelmed so he goes back to his own trailer. “Wait, Newt!”

***

Later, Queenie, the makeup artist, doesn’t look even remotely surprised when Percival asks her if he could keep the outfit and the fake fangs a little bit longer.

“Newt liked it, didn’t he?” She says, grinning as she notices the blush on Percival’s cheeks. “Fine, but do take it off before you two start making out, alright? I want it clean!”

Percival’s blush spreads down his neck, but he manages to narrow his eyes at her.

“I just want to ask him out.”

“Right,” she chuckles again and before he can go, she adds: “Good luck!”

Chapter Text

Percival groans a second time as he sees the number on his own phone. The truth is that he hasn’t called or texted Newt yet; he doesn’t know what he should tell him without looking like a creep.

It’s been a couple of days since he watched that cover and Newt has uploaded a new video: it’s another song and there’s absolutely no need to say that Percival watched it a couple of times already and that he thinks Newt has one of the most beautiful voices he’s ever heard.

Still, he doesn’t know much about him, he has no idea if he’s into men, which could be a problem for him. He shouldn’t get his hopes up, although he knows he can’t help it.

Even if it sounds ridiculous he’s kind of in love with the pretty man already.

“Sir?” Auror Goldstein walks in his office and even though he doesn’t like when they forget to knock, he’s suddenly glad for the distraction.

“What is it?”

“I have to pick up a friend from the airport and I was wondering if I could ask for a couple of hours to–”

Graves can’t help it; after hearing Weiss talk about Newt and telling him he’s Goldstein’s friend he can’t help but wonder…

Even her sister mentioned something about Newt coming from London to pay Tina Goldstein a visit.

“Your friend?” He feels ridiculous trying to pretend he’s not absolutely interested in that man, but he hopes Goldstein doesn’t notice.

“His name is Newt. He’s going to stay in our apartment for a couple of weeks. But I… I can tell him to take an Uber if that's–”

“No!” Percival can’t stop himself from reacting that way. Goldstein quirks up a brow at him with curiosity. “I mean… You can go, of course.”

“Thank you! I’ll come back as soon as I can!”

“Wait! I’m coming with you…”

He doesn’t give her an explanation and knows she’s not going to ask for one.

***

When they’re finally in the airport waiting for him, Graves starts to worry about the relationship between Newt and auror Goldstein.

“So… Is he a good friend of yours?”

By the curious expression on her face, it seems Percival is not that good at hiding how interested he is in the answer.

“He’s like a brother to me,” she says, smiling fondly. “He’s sweet and has a soft spot for all kinds of animals. He loves them.”

“Tina!”

It’s embarrassing how quickly Percival recognizes the voice. He definitely has spent too much time watching the covers on his YouTube channel.

They both turn around and Graves realizes then that he even looks better in person.

His hair is a beautiful, reddish mess and his green eyes are glimmering now that he’s finally spotted his friend.

After they hug, Goldstein turns at him to introduce them. Suddenly Percival regrets not looking at himself in a mirror before deciding to come.

“This is my boss, Mr. Graves,” she says. “Sir, this is my friend, Newt Scamander.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr–”

“Please, call me Percival,” he blurts out, not even caring about the way Goldstein gasps in surprise. He can’t take his eyes off Newt. “I’ve watched your covers. I love them.”

Newt blushes to the tip of his ears in that moment and Percival decides right then and there that he’s going to take him on a date that same night, if possible.

“Thank you…”

“Your voice is mesmerizing.” Perhaps he’s coming too strong, but Graves can’t stop himself. He even takes Newt’s hand and kisses it.

By the way Newt’s blush spreads down his neck and the shy smile he throws in his direction, Percival knows Newt definitely likes men and that he has a chance.

And he’s going to take that chance.

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It starts as a joke, or that’s what Percival thinks the first time he agrees to have dinner with his co-workers. There’s a man with them that Queenie Goldstein claims is her friend. He’s attractive, Percival notices and very reserved like himself. However, he sits next to Graves and tries to make conversation, he tells him about himself and asks a few personal questions that start getting on his nerves.

His aurors are looking at the two of them with fear, they’re nervous about something while Queenie is focused on her food with an amused smile on her lips.

It doesn’t take too long for Graves to realize the man is interested in him and somehow knows he’s single; Percival unfortunately is not (even though he finds him attractive) he’s sure the man would agree to go to his house, but Graves doesn’t even have time for a one night stand.

He lets the man know he’s not interested, the man finishes his dinner, says goodbye to everyone and walks away.

“Please don’t do that again, Miss Goldstein,” the Director narrows his eyes at her. His aurors shiver and Tina glares at her sister, but Queenie just grins in response.

She’s never been afraid of him.

“We all want you to be happy, Mr. Graves.”

Perhaps he’s been unfair with them and maybe he was a little bit rude to the man that just left, but he finds himself to be more irritated that usual that night.

It’s because of Tina’s boyfriend (he’s almost sure he is) the magizoologist, arriving at MACUSA with his reddish curls and lovely smile, drawing everyone’s attention and distracting them from his duties.

Graves observed him from afar, wondering when he was going to introduce himself to him and he was ready to take him to his office and talk about permits when suddenly he was gone.

That irritated him the most and he’s not sure why.

Queenie looks at him then and Percival realizes that she could’ve heard some of his thoughts, so he decides to eat his dessert and think about something entirely different.

***

The second time a woman finds him in a pub and starts outrageously flirting with him, Percival tries not to roll his eyes and be polite with her, but as soon as she mentions Queenie Goldstein he almost growls.

“I’m not interested in having a relationship right now,” he retorts, before drinking all the firewhiskey in his glass. He’s ready to go.

“What about sex?” She asks directly, surprising him for a moment.

“No,” he hisses, not because he doesn’t find her attractive, but due to the way she grabs his arm, it’s almost like she’s not used to getting a ‘No’ for an answer.

She storms away, clearly offended, but Percival is not sorry at all.

The next day he finds Queenie in her sister’s office.

“Stop playing matchmaker, Miss Goldstein. My love life is my business,” he decides to tell her directly and lets her know he’s not happy about it at all.

“Of course she won’t do that again, boss,” Tina says, prompting Graves to look around and notice the picture over Tina’s desk: it’s Newt Scamander, smiling shyly at the camera with a occamy in his arms.

For a moment, Percival forgets what he’s doing there and then he gets irritated when Tina moves the picture away.

“I understand that you’d like to have your boyfriend’s picture here, auror Goldstein but–”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Sir. We’re just friends, but if you want me to take it away I can do that…”

“No, it’s fine,” suddenly, he feels less angry about everything that happened; it’s so weird, he’s still not sure why he’s… happy and hopeful again. “Just… Please, Miss Goldstein, don’t do that again.”

“I promise, Mr. Graves,” Queenie says, looking at him with such amusement in her eyes that he doesn’t believe her for one second.

He walks out of the office with a smile on his face though and wondering if Tina’s friend is coming back soon.

***

“Mr. Graves, Queenie told me to find you here.”

Percival doesn’t recognize the voice at first so he’s more than ready to snap at the stranger that has decided to bother him in his free time; he’s in a cafeteria, just a few blocks from MACUSA.

He looks up, but the frown vanishes from his face as soon as he sees Newt Scamander standing in front of him. The magizoologist looks flustered; the freckles on his cheeks have disappeared completely under a soft, beautiful blush.

“Please sit, Newt. I hope you don’t mind if I call you by your first name…”

Newt smiles at him and Percival’s heart does this ridiculous thing, like it’s trying to escape from his chest. Having Newt in front of him has made him realize why he’s been so irritated at Queenie for sending him other people for him to date.

He wanted Newt from the moment he saw him for the first time. And Queenie has realized that too.

“It’s alright,” Newt assures him; he’s shy, but he’s very kind, Graves can see that clearly. “Uh… Queenie–Well, actually, I’m planning to stay in New York for a while and I’m not… I mean, she said you could–we could…”

“We could try,” Percival says, trying not to look too hopeful. He’s really attracted to Newt and he likes him, alright, perhaps he’s kind of in love with him already, but he doesn’t want to scare him away. He wants it to work so much…. He knows it’s going to work, but if Newt’s not so sure, he is not going to pressure him.

“Really?” The magizoologist grins and it makes Graves’s heart melt, perhaps he’s as hopeful as he is. “I promise my creatures wouldn’t cause you any trouble, Mr–”

“Call me Percival,” he mumbles, glad Newt wants to stay with him while they get to know each other. He wonders if it’s too soon to tell him he could sleep in his bedroom. Perhaps later… “It’s alright, but I have to give you the permits for them.”

They talk about other things then… Percival feels so proud of himself when he makes Newt laugh a few times that he doesn’t mind when a couple of his aurors walk in the cafeteria. It’s even better, they will know now that Newt’s taken.

When they get to Graves’s house, Percival decides to make dinner for the two of them and, opening a bottle of wine, he jokes: “Can we consider this our second date?”

Newt blushes, but looks confused.

“Date?”

“I meant because we had our first date at the cafeteria? Miss Goldstein surely told you that I was single and probably–”

“She said Tina and she couldn’t keep me in their flat this time because the landlady was getting suspicious, but that you wouldn’t mind to let me stay in your house…” Newt stammers, making Graves realize that they’ve been talking about two different things this whole time…

“I’m sorry… I just–Miss Goldstein has been trying to hook me up with different people, so I thought you–I apologise if I assumed you wanted to…” Percival shuts up then, he’s blushing, nervous and cursing himself for what happened. He wanted Newt so bad that he didn’t even bother to ask him first…

He just ruined everything before even started, right? He sighs, feeling as his heart aches.

“Newt–”

“Actually, a date sounds great,” the magizoologist cuts him off, prompting the Director to look up at him again.

Hope comes back to Percival in warm waves, it makes him grin like an idiot.

He walks towards Newt and kisses him on the lips before having dinner with him.

Graves thanks Queenie profusely the next morning and a few months later again, after Newt agrees to marry him.

Chapter Text

It’s a mistake to pay a visit to his old friend, Theseus Scamander, but Percival needs to stay in London for a few weeks in order to discuss something with the Ministry of Magic.

He sends a letter and his friend responds quickly that he’ll be happy to prepare the spare room for him.

The Director is calm… almost relaxed as he knocks at the door of the house; it’s been a while since he was there.

“You made it!” Theseus jokes and makes a gesture with his hand for Percival to walk inside. “I believe you haven’t met my brother yet… this is Newt.”

A redhead smiles at him and, for a moment, Graves can’t see any resemblance between the two Scamanders because he’s too distracted by the differences. Newt’s hair is a reddish mess all over his head and he has dozens of freckles over his cheeks and neck and probably his chest too.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Graves,” the young man says, offering his hand. Percival notices the few scars on his arms but he finds them attractive somehow.

“The pleasure is mine, Newt. Please, call me Percival.”

There must be something written on his face because Theseus narrows his eyes at him.

Newt doesn’t stay long, at least not in the living room because he says he has creatures to feed (and Percival knows that’ll be a problem later, but he doesn’t care about that at the moment).

“Don’t drool over my floor,” Theseus frowns, crossing his arms as Newt disappears from view.

“I was thinking–”

“No.”

“At least let me finish, you don’t even know what I’m about to say!”

“You want to ask him out.”

“See? You are not always right about everything! I don’t want to date him, I want to marry him,” his own words surprise him, because Percival knows he’s being honest, although he had no idea what he felt when he met Newt was love at first sight.

Until now.

Perhaps the problem is bigger than he anticipated.

“Fuck you, Graves!”

Well, regardless of what Theseus thinks he’s already planning how to court Newt.

Chapter Text

If he’s being honest, Percival never thought about himself as a straight man, even though he’s only dated women. He finds some men pleasing to the eye, but he’s never felt attracted enough to make the first move.

And then one day he’s in his office, he has so many reports to sign and correct and yet he finds himself in front of his computer, scrolling through Facebook instead.

There are video recommendations, some of them are from Tiktok (he doesn’t know much about it, but Queenie Goldstein has told him a thing or two) he’s about to close Facebook and get back to work when a glimpse of reddish curls distract him.

It’s a video… A tiktok. In it, a man with freckles and soft, messy hair is dancing in it, he’s wearing shorts and a top and a pair of huge heels.

And Percival feels it: the wave of heat in his body, the way his lungs gasp for air and the need to lean closer to touch the screen.

He’s never felt so attracted to someone in all his life… It’s new and a little bit scary so he closes his laptop suddenly, hitting it a little bit hard and waiting for his breathing to go back to normal. His cheeks are still hot when Seraphina walks inside.

“Are you alright?” One of her brows quirks up, there’s a curious look in her eyes.

“Perfectly fine,” he says, although it doesn’t sound right, his voice is deeper than it usually sounds and he has to clear his throat a couple of times afterwards.

He tries not to think about the man. However, at night, back in his bedroom, he gives in the temptation, finds the video and watches it a couple of times, until the redhead’s hips are burning in Graves’s mind in such a way he can’t help but touch himself.

He feels so embarrassed at the end he swears he’s not going to watch the tiktok again.

Percival knows he can move on, he’s not dating anyone at the moment, but he can try.

It doesn’t work. He goes to a bar a couple of times, a few men and women flirt with him but Graves doesn’t feel the same spark that he experienced watching that video.

It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic.

He forces himself not to think about the redhead the next morning and not to look for him on Google. He doesn’t even know if he actually lives in America.

Feeling absurdly irritated, he storms into Tina’s office to ask about a report, when everything stops for a couple of seconds.

It’s his man. The redhead with beautiful freckles.

“Sorry, Mr. Graves… I was going to ask permission about this I swear. My friend Newt just arrived and I wanted to…” Tina gets nervous, perhaps because he hasn’t said a word or because he’s still staring at Newt and looking like an idiot. “I think you have to go, Newt–”

“No!” Percival blushes when the word escapes from his lips, desperate. “I meant that he can stay if he wants, detective Goldstein.”

Newt glances up at him for the first time, he looks like someone who’s very shy, which is adorable and so strange at the same time (considering the way he dances in that video).

He shouldn’t be thinking about it, but he looks down at Newt’s hips quickly, glad that he’s wearing pants and a shirt this time.

“I’m Percival Graves, but you can call me Percival.”

Tina can’t hide her surprise at his words, but Graves doesn’t actually care, he offers his hand to Newt.

“Newt Scamander and please… call me Newt,” the redhead says, shaking the man’s hand.

Graves feels the overwhelming attraction again, but this time, right when he finds himself looking at Newt’s shy smile, he feels something else.

It’s dangerous and beautiful at the same time.

***

In a week, Percival learns so much about Newt he falls hopelessly in love with him. He’s a zoologist who usually travels around the world to study all kinds of animals but is thinking about settling in one place to open a shelter.

Graves offers to help him, right then, in front of both Goldsteins who now are completely aware that their boss is head over heels for Newt.

“Really?” It’s ridiculous how much Newt’s smile affects him; Percival grins like an idiot in response.

“Yes, anything you want.”

Newt blushes then, looking away for a moment and even though Graves wants nothing more than for him to turn his head up again, he doesn’t push him to do something he doesn’t want.

“Would you have dinner with me tomorrow? And I mean as in… a date,” Percival didn’t notice when they walked away, but Tina and Queenie are in the kitchen now and he’s glad they decided to leave them alone.

Newt finally looks up and smiles shyly, his green eyes are shining with hope.

“Yes.”

Graves leans to kiss him on the lips, knowing this is only the start.

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Tina discovers a new thing about love when she’s trying to make tea for her friend Newt. He’s not there yet, but he will be and the Director of Magical Security is waiting for him as well.

Graves is looking at the permits he has in his hands while Tina tries not to stare at her boss because she doesn’t understand (yet) why he’s giving him those every time he pays a visit to her. Obviously, Newt needs them for his creatures, but she’s honestly surprised that the Director is willing to sign them even before the magizoologist asks for them.

“What do you think you’re doing, Goldstein?”

For moment she thinks Graves has realized he was being watched, but then Tina notices he’s glaring at the cup of tea.

“I’m making tea for Newt.”

Shaking his head, the Director almost begs her to hand him the cup and teapot.

“That’s not how he takes it. Allow me.”

Tina tries not to stare, but it’s really hard considering that Graves is practically smiling while he uses his wandless magic to make tea. He’s focused, but also clearly enjoying it.

By the time Newt arrives, the tea is ready and the cup floats in his direction before he sits on the couch next to Graves who can’t quite hide his smile at this point.

“Thank you, Percival. It’s perfect,” Newt beams after Graves asks if he likes it and Tina still can’t quite believe her boss’s eyes are sparkling with happiness.

It’s difficult to pay attention to what Newt’s telling her about his occamys because now that she realizes what’s going on she can’t stop herself from noticing the little things.

Like Graves interrupting to ask about a new scar in Newt’s hand and looking at it with concern or the way he hands him the permits and grins when Newt thanks him.

They go to the cafeteria and Graves makes sure of sitting right next to Newt every single time, he stares at the magizoologist when he thinks no one is looking and he’s constantly making sure the redhead eats something before they get back to work.

“So you have noticed,” Queenie whispers, not even looking at her, but smiling when Tina glances for a moment in her direction.

Nodding, Tina looks away in time for her to watch Graves and Newt laughing together. They look cute, like they’d be good for each other.

She has to do something about it.

***

“I know it’s not my business, but I just want you both to be happy,” she mumbles the next day, nervously. Now she knows why Graves overworks himself every time Newt’s away.

He doesn’t want to miss him. She’s seen the pain in his expression, like when he found out Newt was gonna stay a couple of days in New York.

“What are you talking about, Goldstein?” He asks, half irritated half puzzled at her words.

“You need to tell him.”

There’s no trace of confusion this time. Graves blushes, but instead of getting angry, he looks at the door nervously like he’s expecting Newt to rush inside at any moment.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” he’s afraid of scaring Newt away, even though he doesn’t say it, Tina can see it in his eyes.

“Just trust me on this one, boss.”

***

She watches everything from afar; Newt almost runs into Graves in the hallway and asks if the man is sleeping well, he worries about him and the Director clearly notices.

Tina doesn’t hear very well the next, but Graves rubs the back of his neck as he asks something, Newt blushes and nods before kissing the Director quickly on the lips.

Graves takes Newt’s hand and pulls him into his office. She goes back to hers with a triumphant smile on her face.

Newt keeps traveling, but he stays more in New York and not with the Goldsteins, but with Percival Graves.

They’re happy, they argue sometimes, but they fix their problems quickly and all MACUSA can see that the Director of Magical Security is clearly in love.

They get married a couple of years after and Tina does her best not to tear up at the wedding or laugh at the way Newt’s brother keeps glaring at Graves every now and then.

He’ll get used to it.

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Alphas like to look stronger than their omegas; Tina says not all alphas are like that and she considers the thing ridiculous.

Her words have always made Newt feel hopeful, because as a tall omega, he’s been told he has little chances of getting an alpha’s attention.

However, there are days that he doesn’t want anything to do with alphas, but sometimes, even when he’s surrounded by his creatures, he feels the need to be with someone.

Taller alphas have tried to approach him, but Newt has quickly realized that they just want him to be at their side at all times and would never let him travel around the world.

The day he decides to give up and never think about being with an alpha again he’s back in New York. It’s been two years since his last visit and since the Director of Magical Security is back, Tina decides to introduce the two of them.

Percival Graves happens to be an alpha and a very attractive one (Newt manages to get a glimpse of him before shyly looking away) but the omega has chosen not to think about mating anymore.

“I’m Newt Scamander, I…” He blushes as soon as he feels a kiss on his knuckles, even Tina looks like she’s in shock.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Newt. I’m Percival,” the alpha grins, still holding his hand. His nostrils flare and Newt knows the alpha likes his scent.

Feeling a little bit overwhelmed, Newt takes a step back.

“Is someone courting you, Newt?”

Tina chokes behind them, but Percival seems to have forgotten about her because he doesn’t look away from the omega in front of him.

“No… I-I…”

“Great, because I want to court you, if you want that of course,” Percival looks hopeful, but also a little bit nervous.

It’s too fast, but at the same time courtship means they’ll get to know each other better and if they realize they don’t like one another that much they can always put an end to it.

“Yes,” he says, surprising himself.

“Then I’ll take you out to dinner tonight,” Percival smiles, taking Newt’s hand again and kissing it.

***

Part of Newt expects Graves to get tired of him quickly (even though Queenie has told him the alpha is head over heels for him already) but it doesn’t happen, not even after he meets Newt’s creatures and realizes that part of Newt’s job is to travel around the world.

He also doesn’t seem to care about the fact that Newt is taller than him; he often takes Newt’s hand while they’re in MACUSA with a proud smile on his face like he’s showing everyone else Newt’s his.

But the omega can’t help himself and he mentions the height difference one day. Graves’s eyebrows quirk up in confusion and surprise at first. Then, after pulling Newt into a hug and leaning his head down a bit he says:

“Actually, I like to be able to do this whenever I want,” he nuzzles Newt’s neck, making him shiver, before pressing kind lips against his skin.

Finally, Newt chuckles and gets even closer to his alpha, realizing that it feels so right to be in his arms.

Like they belong together.

“What if we skip the last part of the courtship and we get married already?”

Theseus is not going to like it, but Newt nods anyway with happy tears in his eyes.

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There are many people in the room when it happens so Newt is not entirely sure who is it at first; it’s the first time he sees colors and it’s absolutely wonderful. He starts grinning while looking around until Tina scolds him for not paying attention to Madam President.

He’s met Seraphina before so he’s sure it’s not her or Mr. Graves… Well, he didn’t actually meet the Director the last time, it was Grindelwald actually.

Does that count? Newt is not sure, although it probably isn’t him because they’re completely opposite of each other and–

“Can I talk to you in my office, Mr. Scamander?”

It almost startles Newt, to see Mr. Graves so close to him suddenly; he doesn’t look mad but hopeful and the magizoologist is not sure what to think of it.

“Sure,” Newt’s nervous and a little bit confused at first, but as soon as he agrees, Graves takes his hand and Newt feels a shiver running down his spine, but it’s a good sensation.

As soon as they’re both inside and Graves closes the door, he takes the magizoologist hands in his and looks at him into the eye. Newt has never felt this happy before.

“You’re my soulmate, Newt,” Graves mumbles, quickly using his first name, although it makes sense considering they’re soulmates.

“I… There was many people in there–”

“I have met all of them before and never saw a glimpse of color once, until I met you,” Percival says quickly, smiling at him. “I can feel it, can’t you?”

After leaning a little bit closer, Newt nods, he grins back as their foreheads touch.

“I know this can be… scary at first and I’m not saying we should marry right away, but at least we can start dating.”

“I think it’s an excellent idea,” Newt agrees, heart beating inside his chest.

“May I kiss you?”

“You may…”

The kiss is wonderful, nothing like Newt have experienced before and he absolutely loves how his body reacts to it.

***

The second thing Newt does is to take Percival inside his case so they both can see all the different and beautiful colors of Newt’s creatures, then they have dinner while Percival keeps telling the magizoologist he needs a permit for all of his babies.

They know it’s not going to be easy, they’re different, they live in opposite sides of the world, but they both know it’s going to work somehow, they can feel it.

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