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defectivevillain · 1 year

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by your side

pairing: percival graves x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

warnings: mentions of blood and injury, fainting

You’re starting to suspect that Director Graves thinks you to be incompetent.

It all starts in the halls of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement [as most things do]. You’re minding your own business, filling out some paperwork, when a sudden crash sounds. You quickly get up from your desk and run out to the hallway, only mildly surprised to see several Aurors. They evidently just Apparated back from their mission. Admittedly, they look to be in a pretty bad state.

“We need backup,” one of the Aurors manages to say, as they lead another Auror down the hall with their arm slung around their shoulder. There’s blood seeping from their robes, tinting their skin red. You’re quick to get the details from another Auror before Apparating there yourself. From what you’d heard, some Grindelwald sympathizers are fighting back against the initial group of Aurors.

The moment you appear, you have to dodge spellfire. There’s nothing but chaos. You cast a few haphazard shields and look around for any of the other Aurors. There are a few scattered about, but they look outnumbered.

As you fight, you make sure not to use lethal spells—despite your knowledge that the wizards casting at you definitely are. You take a deep breath and spin around, just barely dodging a curse that hurtles at you. Despite your speed, you’re beginning to be surrounded. You try your best to defend yourself, but it’s nearly impossible to do so with the opposition of several different people. A wayward curse barrels towards you and you’re not fast enough to dodge it. Pain shoots through you and you fall to the ground. Shadows creep across your vision and you blearily look up to the sky. Eventually, you succumb to the rather powerful exhaustion that pulls at your core.

You dazedly register someone leaning over you. Their face is entirely blurry and all you can make out are deep brown eyes and dark hair. The person brings a hand to your cheek and their lips move, but you can’t hear what they’re saying. Your ears are ringing and your eyelids sting with the exertion of staying awake. You’re shaken a bit roughly by the shoulders, but by then, your eyes are closed and you’re unconscious.

The next time you wake, there are pins and needles shooting through your arm. You try to lift your arm, only to find that it’s weighed down. You squint in confusion. It takes a moment for you to process what’s happening. It seems that you’re in St. Mungo’s. Your arms are bandaged and your entire body feels incredibly stiff. It’s only then that you realize why your arm is hurting. Director Graves is draped over your arm, his head rested on his arms as he.... well, you’re not quite sure what he’s doing here. You tap him on the shoulder and he jolts awake, looking incredibly startled until he meets your eyes.

“You’re awake,” the director remarks, a strange sense of relief almost invading his voice. You squint at him in confusion. You must be dreaming. That’s the only explanation for why the Director of Magical Law Enforcement is sitting next to your hospital bed.

“Why-” You try to say, only for a cough to crawl out of your dry throat. Graves is quick to get you a glass of water, which you drink greedily. It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts, before you start again. “Why are you here?”

“How are you feeling?” the director asks. You level him with an unimpressed gaze. Graves doesn’t react. You shake your head in disbelief, fully aware that he didn’t even bother to answer the question.

“I’m fine,” you reply habitually. Your entire body is aching and stiff, but it’s not an unbearable pain. You've regained control of your right arm too, thankfully. You try to push yourself up to a sitting position, but your arms are too shaky to provide much support. Graves levels you with an accusatory glare that you promptly ignore.

“You’re lucky to be alive,” the director remarks. You don’t quite know what to say to that, so you remain silent. Evidently, there’s something else the director wants to say, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, Graves sighs and crosses one leg over the other. He makes no move to leave. Your heart starts to race.

“Now, rest,” the director commands. “That’s a direct order from your commanding officer.” You roll your eyes and fall into the pillow at your back. You stare up at the ceiling resolutely, not wanting to go to sleep. The universe seems to have other plans for you, however. The last thing you register is the brief press of lips to your forehead before you’re drifting off.

The rest of your hospital stay isn’t nearly as... intriguing. You don’t get any more visitors—least of all Director Graves—and you’re discharged within two days. The nurse firmly orders you to stay out of the field for a week and you sigh.

During the ensuing days, you’re incredibly bored. You still go to work, but you’re confined to your desk and a seemingly infinite stack of paperwork. The week passes and, on the eighth day, you’re extremely excited to return to normal work. Safe to say, you aren’t anticipating the continued influx of paperwork.

At first, you think it must be coincidence. You’ve always been assigned paperwork sporadically throughout the year. However, as the days pass and you continue to be assigned paperwork and nothing else, you start to suspect that something’s wrong. Ultimately, it takes another week of zero fieldwork for you to lose patience and walk over to Graves’s office.

Before you know it, you’re knocking on the door to his office. “Director Graves, can I speak with you?” You hear a voice allowing you in and you open the door. Tina Goldstein stands at the director’s side. The two of them turn to look at you the moment you enter the room.

“Goldstein, we’ll continue this later,” Graves says. Goldstein’s gaze flits between the two of you and a mischievous smile appears on her face. You’re quick to push her out of the space and dissuade her from any deluded fantasies. The moment you return, your impatience gets the best of you.

“Why are you keeping me from the field?” You blurt out. The director doesn’t seem surprised by the question. If anything, it seems as if he was expecting it. That sends off some red flags in your head. Did he mean for you to be assigned to paperwork this whole time? Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to him.

“You need rest,” the director replies, rather predictably. Graves taps his fingers against the surface of his desk. You’re unable to keep your irritation at bay anymore.

“Yes, for one week, not two,” you snap, quickly regretting doing so when you see the blank expression on the director’s face. Graves stands up and ambles over to you. Your heart is racing in your chest, but you grit your teeth and stand your ground. He’s nearly looming over you now. Merlin, I’m going to die, you can’t help but think.

“I... apologize,” is just about the last thing you’re expecting to hear. Your surprise must show on your face, because Graves chuckles. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I was just... worried.” Why would he be worried? You frown.

“I can explain,” the director starts. You raise an eyebrow and he doesn’t make a move to explain. “Perhaps... over coffee?” You’re certain your jaw is wide open now. Is he... asking you out? You look at him for a moment longer, trying to find any hint of emotion on his face. His expression is surprisingly blank. Well, fuck it, you think to yourself. There’s nothing to lose, really.

“Sure,” you respond. Somehow, it seems as if Graves hadn’t expected you to agree because his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. The display isn’t for more than a mere fraction of a second, yet it’s somewhat refreshing to know that the director isn’t as robotic as you thought him to be.

“It’s a date,” the man says, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face. You nod and dismiss yourself, walking out into the hall. It doesn’t take long for you to bury your head in your hands in simultaneous embarrassment and excitement.

y’all i had such a moral dilemma about how to write this... cause percival’s the head of the aurors and the reader is an auror so there are obvious power dynamics there.... thus the lack of explicit romance and emphasis on moving to an alternate location without work labels... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#hp x reader #hp x male reader #male reader #gn reader #percival graves #Percival Graves x reader #Percival Graves x male reader #mwahahaha #fantastic beasts #ig

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hannya-writes · 6 months

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Masterlist II

Harry Potter Universe

Something Wicked this way comes (Percival Graves x reader)

Something Wicked this Way Comes (Part II) (Percival Graves x reader)

Deleramentum (Sirius Black x reader)

Chapter I

Chapter II

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Once Upon a Time

Your home Is Were I am (Jefferson x Reader)

Almost Magical. (Jefferson x Reader)

Jefferson’s Happy Ending (Jefferson x Reader)

• • •

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Only you

A White Demon Love Song

The Promise

Why would you ask that?

Melting Waltz

By Her Side

I’ve Always known

Before Our Masters Found us

Is this a Dream?

You are my friend, right?

Even in Death...

Forget

Offspring

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Supernatural

It’s Our Daughter, Cas (Castiel x Reader)

Gone Angel (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summon the Father (Dean Winchester x Reader)

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Teen Wolf

Your Kind (Part I) (Derek Hale x reader)

I like you the way you are (Derek Hale x Reader)

• • •

Law and Order SVU/Marvel Multiverse

Wanna see a trick?

Don´t Tell Anyone (Requested) (Carisi x Reader)

Supernatural/The Walking Dead

Stop coming by (Negan x Reader)

Genshin Impact

The Broken Contract (Morax x Reader)

Sandbearer (Morax x Reader)

Continue to Masterlist I

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Seraphina: If you keep looking at her this much, it's impossible for me to save you. But I am not judging you. Very nice.

Percival: I don't understand what you're trying to say.

Seraphina : It touched you to the core. Hope we get your good news soon.

Percival: I hope so.

Seraphina : 🤭😌

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beats the crimes of grindelwald #percival graves #percival graves x reader

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random-of-random · 1 year

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Chapter 8 - The Mansion

Author’s Notes - Minor injuries in this chapter. I have a tag list at the end, so let me know if you want to be tagged! Thank you!

Queenie’s nerves were getting the best of her as she walked into MACUSA. Putting on a fake smile, she headed toward her desk before taking a seat and doing everything in her power to make it seem like just any other day. Deep breaths, she told herself. In a few minutes she would be stealing. Something she had never done. More importantly, she would be stealing from MACUSA.

She believed Y/N. She honestly did. Her friend had never once tried to hide from her. Now, something sinister was brewing. Her mind flashed to her sister, Tina. Hopefully she would understand. Queenie went over Y/N’s instructions in her mind. Hit witches and wizards had unprecedented access to the healing potions. They were supposed to get hurt - it was literally in the job description. A simple spell would allow Queenie into the room of potions that was on the healing floor.

Taking a few deep breaths she left her desk and walked confidently toward the elevators. People didn’t really know that Queenie could read minds. Tina had warned her to keep that fact about herself hidden, warning her that people could exploit her talent. It had been both a blessing and a curse. Some had dark secrets to hide and she was able to fish them out quickly. They would practically scream them at her. Others would think awful things in every day life as if they were going over a grocery list. She learned to tune a lot of it out.

“What floor?” The House elf asked.

“Healing floor, please.” She said with a sweet tone. He didn’t ask too many questions and it was all too soon before the elevator stopped. Walking with confidence, she passed the secretary and into the main hallway of the healing floor.

“One… two… three…” she counted in her mind as she passed patient doors. “Four…” the wall next to the fourth door was a plain cream color. “Sanitatem Aperta…” she whispered, her wand pointed at a bare wall. For a moment nothing happened and she was worried Y/N had the wrong spell, but slowly the wall started to open. She slipped quickly inside and marveled at the various potions displayed all over the walls. Reading the labels carefully, she ended up grabbing an emerald green one that was used to cure magical wounds. Slipping it carefully in her pocket she left the room, the wall closing behind her.

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Y/N laid on Queenie’s couch trying her best to not let out a shout. The wound kept opening and she kept closing it as best as she could. The various food and drink in front of her was meant to keep her energy up, but if Queenie wasn’t fast she would bleed to death before anything could be done. Grindelwald was a menace but a genius. Unless she got the right potions she would die, and she knew it. It seemed, as she had long suspected, the man loved to mentally torture his victims. Right now he thought he had her cornered. Either she died or she came to him for assistance. But to get it, she would have to pledge him loyalty and she refused. Y/N would rather die than give in to that sadist.

Still, the possibility existed that if she did she would find the real Percival. No doubt sequestered in some dungeon, used to brew polyjuice potion for Grindelwald to keep impersonating him. Hopefully safe, hopefully treated well, hopefully alive.

It was tempting, giving into Grindelwald. Getting everything she currently desired. Yet, she could picture the look on Percival’s face if she did. The disappointment that she would see, even if it was just to find him. Would he even still truly love her if she gave in? Probably. Was she willing to hurt him and hurt the wizarding world to find him quicker? No. No, she would keep on her own path.

The sunlight pouring in from the outside world almost felt like an insult.

When the door opened she quickly moved to stand, her jaw clenched in pain.

“It’s just me, doll.” Queenie said in a hushed tone as she closed the door behind her. Y/N was pale. Even more pale than she had been that morning. Her hands were shaking and she could hear her breathing hitch in her chest.

“How did it go?” Y/N asked before coughing.

“Great. No one suspected a thing.” Queenie hung her coat next to the door and quickly walked to her friend. “How many times has it opened.”

“A few.” Y/N answered. Pulling the vial of green liquid from her picked she uncorked it. “Ready?” Y/N nodded and Queenie helped her down the liquid. It was ice cold and tasted vaguely of alcohol mixed with something sweet. Y/N leaned back against the couch as a chill spread down her throat and into her stomach. Immediately it moved to her side as her red scar began to burn. Queenie watched in amazement as the angry skin seemed to heal, Y/N’s breathing returning to normal. There was barely a faint line where the jagged and long scar had been.

“Thank’s Queenie.” Y/N managed once the cold had seeped from her.

“That was amazing.”

“The healers in MACUSA are the best.” Y/N said with a smile as she carefully sat up. The pain was lessened. More like new skin trying to adapt. It was clear the curse wouldn’t be able to reopen the wound. “Did you run into Grindelwald?”

“No, but I didn’t go anywhere near the Magical Law Enforcement floor. Why?” Y/N’s thoughts stood out loud and clear. “You can’t go back to Percival’s?”

“I have to Queenie.” Y/N answered as she slightly stretched. “If he’s staying there I could find some clue as to where they’re keeping Percival.”

“What if he goes back while you’re there?” Queenie asked.

“That’s something I’m willing to risk.” Y/N admitted.

“At least eat. Take something.” Queenie pointed to the food. “You’re pale and weak. Just because it wont open again, doesn’t mean you’re fixed.”

Y/N knew she was right. “Thanks, Queenie.” She grabbed one of the sandwiches. “I promise I will come back here as soon as I can.”

“Be careful.” Queenie helped her friend to her feet and the two women hugged.

“I will. See you soon.” Queenie nodded and with a pop Y/N was gone. Queenie couldn’t pretend to really know why Y/N was making the choices she was, but then again - love was a mystery like that.

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When Y/N’s feet hit the hardwood floor of Percival’s living room she didn’t even allow herself to breathe. The apartment was quiet. The only sounds coming from the busy streets outside. After a few moments Y/N let out a slow breath as her eyes raked around the room. Nothing. Nothing had changed since she had last been there. The book she was reading was still on the coffee table. Her coffee cup she had promised Percival she would wash after dinner sat untouched. A small layer of dust had settled over the surfaces and the air was stale.

Still, something wasn’t exactly right. Someone had been there, something was different. Just, not recently.

Y/N made her way around the apartment. Percival’s clothes from his closest were gone. Papers in his study were just slightly off from where they had been. Clearly someone was trying to figure out more about the famous Auror. More of who he was. But, no one has been there for at least a day.

Y/N didn’t know what she was expecting. Some grand clue about where they had taken her fiancé. But there was none. A deep depression seemed to settle over her as she walked back in the living room. Sitting on the couch, she placed the sandwich on the table and her head in her hands. A sense of panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she beat it back down. She had been trained better than that. Slowly she took bites of the sandwich, needing some amount is strength.

Grindelwald had to be hiding somewhere. Somewhere to his tastes. Somewhere grand. He always thought he deserved grand. Somewhere close, he was arrogant like that. It could be abandoned, or he could have killed the no-maj’s who owned it. She resolved to had to the no-maj courthouse. Surely some great homes were left abandoned. Somewhere Grindelwald would see to his liking. Somewhere that he was keeping Percival.

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Blending into the no-maj world was easy. She walked confidently, her wand carefully concealed in the inner pocket of her jacket. And with Grindelwald plastering her face all over MACUSA, she was safer where she was headed.

The courthouse sat in the center of the city, most unassuming compared to the skyscrapers that were in the process of being built.

When Y/N asked the secretary about old homes and mansions in the area, the woman had eyed her with curiosity. She had to, poorly, pretend she was asking for her boss. A wealthy man who was looking for a home to renovate.

Just for a second she thought the woman was going to turn her away and Y/N would have to resort to magical means, but the secretary rolled her eyes and led her toward the deed room.

Large stacks of books filled the shelves.

“If you’re looking for something outside the city, it will be in that section.” The secretary pointed to the far left wall. “I can’t tell you which homes aren’t occupied currently, you’ll have to search for that.” She turned on her heel and headed back to her desk as Y/N let out a soft sigh. She was in for a very long day of research.

Hours had gone by. Her back was aching from the wooden chairs. The sandwich seemed to help a bit, and she had paused more than a few times to grab the complimentary coffee and water. Now, she had a list of several possible homes.

Based on Grindelwald’s previous hideouts, it would be older. Classy. Fancy. She discounted places that had a lot of updated remodeling on a later deed. It also would most likely be somewhere remote. Not with houses right next door on either side. By the time the sun had begun to set she had a list of fifteen places. It was a good start. And if she couldn’t find anything there, she would come back and start again.

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Not willing to risk apparating, Y/N took the train to the outskirts of the city. The wealthy neighborhoods. Pulling her cap lower and her jacket higher, she knew she needed to be careful. Many wizards and witches lived in this part of town. If the no-maj’s knew who some of their next door neighbors were, maybe the Second Salem group would have much more support.

The sun had set, giving her a slight edge as she tried to walk softly, not allowing her heels to click loudly on the road. The first house she was immediately able to rule out. The family sitting in their living room was almost picturesque from the front window. The lights bright. So, she kept walking. It was the same story with the next house, and the one after that. And the one after that.

By then it was very late, her legs were almost numb in the cold air, but she told herself she needed to keep going. The next address in question was at the end of a dirt road. The front gate was half open and Y/N slipped her wand from her coat. The city sounds were replaced with animals scurrying and leaves rustling. But something wasn’t sitting right. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

Y/N barely registered the movement from her left and she turned just in time to see a spell fired at her. Quickly countering it, she fired one back that seemed to bounce off a shield. The man, hidden in shadow, didn’t wait for the next attack. The spells flew back and forth, Y/N’s heart practically in her throat, trying to take in all her surroundings. Clearly, this was the right house, but how many people would Grindelwald have here. She felt a brush of heat on her arm and clenched her teeth. A spell had grazed her. Ignoring the pain she ducked another one and fired off a powerful non-verbal stunning spell. Finally, one of her spells hit its target and the man fell to the ground unconscious. She walked over to him and grabbed his wand, putting it in her coat before slowly circling the house.

“Henry?” A voice whispered from the darkness and Y/N concealed herself behind a tree. From a door at the back of the house walked another man. Y/N had been right. This house was grand. Three stories. Stonework and classic architecture. It was massive. Though, it had been sold less than a year before. Y/N didn’t want to think about what had happened to the owners. There was firelight coming from a room on the second story.

“Henry?!” The man called out again, slightly more frantic. He stepped into the yard and around the side of the house, directly into Y/N’s line of fire. Using a non verbal spell, the second of Grindelwald’s men was now as unconscious as Henry. Just like before she took his wand and continued toward the back door he had just come from.

She couldn’t stop the sound of her shoes on the stone entryway so she paused. Straining to hear anything. The back door opened up to the kitchen. There was a light farther in, steps to her left, and a door all the way at the end of the kitchen to her right.

“Homenum Revelio.” She whispered. Two. There were two more people in the house. Footsteps above her began running. A single set. Y/N quickly curled herself into a corner, the shadows making it impossible to see. She knew both people would have felt that spell. Footsteps came down the stairs, and a woman ran right past her and through another door. There were more steps going down to, what Y/N had to assume was, the basement.

“How did you get-“ the voice shouted and stopped abruptly. Silence settled for just a moment before someone was slowly walking back up the stairs carefully, as if to minimize the sounds their shoes were making. Y/N pushed herself more against the wall, her wand clutched in her hand. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead and she knew she was shaking. Whether it was from the fight, the anticipation of another, or the pain that was becoming more prevalent in her arm she didn’t know. The footsteps reached the main floor and the woman came back into the kitchen, her eyes wide. Wand in front of her she moved more into the room. Her non dominant arm reaching for something on the wall. Y/N realized quickly what it was. A knob that would light the lamps in the kitchen, suddenly making her starkly visible.

“Stupefy!” She called out her wand pointed at the woman. The spell struck the woman in the shoulder as she was still reaching for the wall and she fell with a crash to the floor.

Again, Y/N took her wand. Her eyes on the door to the basement. One more. When she had gotten all of them, she would tie them up and try to get any information about Percival out of them. For one brief moment she wondered where Grindelwald was. Why he hadn’t come back yet. But she didn’t have time to wonder. Right now it was the best lead she had. Trying to mimic the woman’s footsteps, she kept careful control of her wand as she headed into the basement. If whoever was down there realized it wasn’t his friend coming, she could be hit with a spell before she saw anyone.

With every step she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, but she stayed as calm as she could. From the outside, it might just look like she was cautious about tripping. Right now she couldn’t afford to panic and make stupid mistakes. The basement was dark, too dark to see, and it was freezing. Every step was like descending into a pitch black lake. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she had a decision to make. Pulling out one of the wands she collected, she held it in her off hand, her own wand ready to go. As soon as she lit up the room, she could have another fight on her hands. But she also would be making herself vulnerable. It was a risk she had to take.

“Lumos.” She whispered quietly, holding the other woman’s wand in front of her. The light shone on every wall in the small unfinished basement. She didn’t notice the old trunk of clothes or the paintings. She did noticed the man tied to a chair in the center of the room. “Percival?” His eyes looked up at her in surprise.

“Y/N….” Letting out a deep breath that came with a cough. She walked over slowly, carefully. “Y/N, get me out of here.”

“Is this a trick?” She asked, her eyes beginning to tear. His pants were dirty, the T-shirt he had been wearing under a button up was left, but the button up was gone. His face was bruised and beaten, arms and legs tied behind the chair. His hair was a mess and partially hanging in his face.

“It’s me, Y/N, I swear.” He let out a soft groan and she was quickly in front of him.

“Percival…” Her eyes took in his and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Using her wand she quickly untied him and he fell forward. Catching him she carefully helped him sit on the floor. He was clearly weak. But he was alive and he was in her arms. That was what mattered.

“How long have I been here?”

“A couple of days.” Y/N held onto him as he looked up to her. His hand came to cup her cheek but his strength failed and his arm fell back toward the ground. Still, he moved as much as he could and she leaned down to meet him, their lips connecting. It was as if each of them could finally breathe for the first time in days.

“I knew you would find me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have stopped looking, ever.” He tried to smile up at her but he started coughing again. His skin was so pale. His arms were freezing but his face warm. He clearly had a fever. She could feel his body shaking and hear his breath getting weaker. “We need to get you to the healers. Can you stand?” He shook his head no. Y/N knew there was no time to waste. She would come back with Aurors for Grindelwald’s people. “I’m going to apparate us. Hold on to me as tonight as you can. I’ve got you.” Percival nodded and before he knew it they were in the designated apparating spot in MACUSA.

“Y/N…” his breathing was becoming harder.

“HELP! WE NEED HELP!” Y/N screamed. Within a few seconds there was a rush of people and murmurs. “He needs to get to the healing floor.”

“How did he get out from downtown?” Someone asked softly.

“He must have found her.” Someone else whispered. A few people clamored into the room and grabbed Y/N by her arms pulling her back. “What are you doing?!”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for crimes against the Magical Congress of the United States…” Percival was now on a stretcher and being slowly lifted.

“Percival!” She called as she felt her wand, and the others she had collected, taken from her.

“Y/N!” He tried to sit up. “Y/N!” Soon the little strength he had failed him and he fell back onto the soft material. Colors popped in front of his eyes before he couldn’t hold on anymore and he passed out.

“No!” Y/N was still struggling. “You don’t understand what’s going on!” They dragged her toward the elevator and she knew they were headed for the magical law enforcement floor.

“You have to let me go!” She tried once again to struggle before a wand was promptly shoved in her face. She knew the guy. Walter, she thought his name was. They had started at the same time.

“If you don’t calm down, I’m going to make you calm down.” Her own wand taken, she didn’t really have any other choice.

Taglist - @chikiballs @weekendswithnewtmas

#percival graves #percival graves fanfic #percival graves imagine #percival graves x ofc #percival graves x reader

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amathslutsguidetofandom · 1 month

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THE WIZARDING WORLD MASTERLIST

HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

FANTASTIC BEASTS CHARACTERS

#harry potter #fantastic beasts #theseus scamander #ron weasley #george weasly x reader #fred weasley #percival graves #newt scamander #tom riddle

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Tag List Registration

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

So, if anyone wishes to Request something for the characters and celebrities mentioned below, feel free to go.

Daemon Targaryen

Oneshots

Realm's Desire

Honour of our House (Sequel to Realm's Desire)

The Present as It Is (Sequel to Honour of our House)

Dreams and Dragons

Dancing with Dragons

Never Yours

In The Stories

Blessings of the Goddess

In the Silence

The Dragon of North (Sequel to Never Yours)

False Accusations

For Your Sake

For Them

Without Him

Aemond Targaryen

Oneshots

Not in Our Destiny

In the Darks of Night (Sequel to Not in Our Destiny)

Rage of a Mother

The Crimson Lady

The Crimson Queen (Sequel to Crimson Lady)

Twisted Feelings

Twisted Love (Sequel to Twisted Feelings)

Beloved Sister (Platonic! Also, Aegon x Reader)

Fire of Desire

You Love Me Right?

Headcanons

Being Rhaenyra's Daughter and taking Aemond's Eye Part 2

Being Reborn in Wizarding World with Aemond

Series

The White Dragon (Also, Cregan x reader)

Cregan Stark

Series

The White Dragon (Also, Aemond x reader)

Oneshots

The Dragon of North (Sequel to Never )

Headcanons

Being Cregan Stark's Young Wife Would Include

Aegon II Targaryen (Only on Request)

Oneshots

For A Better Future

My Gorgeous Princess

Beloved Sister (Platonic! Also, Aemond x Reader)

Helaena Targaryen (Only on Request)

Oneshots

Ecliptic Wedding

Preferences

First Meeting

Being in an Arranged Marriage

Defending Your Honor

You are a Foreign Delegate

Tony Stark

A Woman of a Kind

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Peculiar Thing

Doctor Stephen Strange

Bucky Barnes

Broken Beings

T'Challa Udaku

Something New

Carlisle Cullen

Marry Me

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Under the Moon

Aro Volturi

Marcus Volturi

Caius Volturi

Demetri Volturi

Benjamin

Draco Malfoy

The Kiss of the Dark

Tom Riddle

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

The Fate Awaits (Sister!Reader)

Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Gellert Grindelwald

The Fate Awaits (Wife!Reader)

Grieving the Dead (Sequel to The Fate Awaits)

Aleksander Morovoza

Nikolai Lantsov

Robert Downey Jr.

Chris Evans

Is Air Conditioner Working?

Tom Hiddleston

Beautiful yet Broken Doll

Crazy Cravings

Matt Smith

Indian Dinner

Robert Pattinson

Rami Malek

Sebastian Stan

Mistakes Are Common

Tom Felton

The Harry Potter Reunion

Ram Charan

Ben Barnes

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Youvebeenlivingfictional Masterlist

Hooooboy, alright. Caving and turning this into a post. I'm keeping the page up as well, so if you prefer that, don’t worry, it’s still there.

If this post is missing something and i can almost guarantee it is, lemme know! Also if a link is broken, lemme know.

As always, any minors interacting with explicit works will be blocked.

Last Updated: July 22, 2023

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What it says on the tin. Archiveofourown: youvebeenlivingfictional

Kinktober 2022 *18+ Only

Fluffcember 2022 Fake Dating Masterlist

Includes: The Triple Frontier Boys, Javier Peña, Nathan Bateman, Percival Graves, Christopher Pike

Men I Always Meant to Write For

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Daniel Le Domas, Don Draper, Don Eppes, Harvey Specter

The Bear

Force of Habit - Carmy Berzatto x Reader *18+ Only

Get What You Get - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

If You Can’t Take the Heat - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Captain America

Love Isn’t Always On Time - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (On indefinite hiatus)

Strange Bedfellows - Steve Rogers x Reader *18+ Only

Daredevil

Gauze - Frank Castle x Reader

Her Voice - Matt Murdock x Reader *18+ Only

The Dark Knight Trilogy

The Other Half - Bruce Wayne x Reader *18+ Only

Defending Jacob

Clandestine - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

I Could Be Your Sometimes - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Where You Want My Lipstick - Andy Barber x Reader *18+ Only

Den of Thieves

Bad Idea - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only

The Pool - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader *18+ Only (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie’s Holiday Plans - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Wind Up Skipping Arm Day - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny Teaches Techie How to Shoot - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

How Benny and Techie Spend New Year’s Eve - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny’s First Thoughts - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Benny and Techie Have It Out - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader (The Pool ‘Verse)

Nick Makes Techie Uncomfortable - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader The Pool ‘Verse)

Points of Contact - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader

You Know That I’ll Be Patient - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader -*18+ Only

You Want Me To? - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader - *18+ Only

Don’t Worry Darling

Dark Victory - Frank x Reader *18+ Only

Dune

A Stalwart Gem - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

Be Changed; Be Undone - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader *18+ Only

The View - Duncan Idaho x Reader x Gurney Halleck *18+ Only

The Warmaster’s Wife - Gurney Halleck x Reader *18+ Only

Enola Holmes

An Absolute Mess - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Terribly Confounding - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

When We Were Young - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Ex Machina

A Few Nathan Bateman Thots - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Bateman Begins, A Nathan Bateman Batman AU - Nathan Bateman x Reader

By Definition - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Loosen Up - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Magnetic - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Nathan Bateman Buy Me This Challange - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rubber Ducky You’re the One - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Soft Nathan Headcanons - Nathan Bateman x Reader

That Algo is Fuckin’ Scuffed - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

The Logical Progression - Nathan Bateman x Reader

The Logical Epilogue - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Three Years - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Wired - Nathan Bateman x Reader *18+ Only

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

A Grave Life - Percival Graves x Reader

Game of Thrones

Being Pregnant with Oberyn Martell’s Child Headcanons

Take Your Time - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

The Maiden of Summerwood - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

The Gilded Age

Bluff - George Russell x Reader

The Crossing - George Russell x Reader

To Have Loved and Lost - George Russell x Reader

The Gentlemen

Company Man - Raymond Smith x Reader *18+ Only

Indiana Jones

Relative Dating - Indiana Jones x Reader

James Bond

All Over - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Enemy at the Gates - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Give Me a Buzz - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

Old Dog - James Bond x Reader *18+ Only

The King’s Man

illicit - Orlando Oxford x Reader *18+ Only

Knives Out

Homestead - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Morning Paper - Benoit Blanc x Reader *18+ Only

Mad Men

Better - Don Draper x Reader *18+ Only

The Starlight Room- Don Draper x Reader

The Mandalorian

Softly - Boba Fett x Reader It’s On the Cards - Boba Fett x Reader

Mayans MC

Good Cop, Bad Cop - Crossover with Den of Thieves. Angel Reyes x Reader x Benny Borracho Magalon *18+ Only

How to Have Fun - Angel Reyes x Reader *18+ Only

Hop On - Angel Reyes x Reader

The Mentalist

His Hands - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

I’ll Be Home for Christmas - Marcus Pike x Reader

I’ve Seen This One; It’s a Tragedy - Marcus Pike x Reader

Odd Hours//Getting Even - Marcus Pike x Reader

Stress Relief - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

The Long Con - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wooed - Marcus Pike x Reader

Wound Up - Marcus Pike x Reader *18+ Only

A Most Violent Year

Headcanon: Meeting Abel Morales - Abel Morales x Reader

Intrigues - Abel Morales x Reader

Might As Well Jump - Abel Morales x Reader

Pretty Things - Abel Morales x Reader *18+ Only

Moon Knight

The First Time - Marc Specter x Reader *18+ Only

Narcos

Don’t Get Too Close (For Comfort) - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Easy - Horacio Carrillo x Reader x Javier Peña *18+ Only

Empty, As Before - Javier Peña x Reader

Enough - Javier Peña x Reader

Just You and Me - Javier Peña x Reader Explicit *18+ Only

Middlemen - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

Movement - Javier Peña x Reader

Stubble - Horacio Carrillo x Reader

What’s the Use of Wonderin’ - Javier Peña x Reader

Ocean’s 8

Oh Whiskey Please - Lou Miller x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Outer Range

Closing Time - Rhett Abbott x Reader

Don’t Make it Weird - Rhett Abbott x Reader *18+ Only

Waking Up Slow - Rhett Abbott x Reader *18+ Only

Peaky Blinders

Princess - Tommy Shelby x Reader *18+ Only

Power

Itsy-Bitsy//Hunger - Diego Jimenez/Reader *18 Only

Ready or Not

Wicked Game - Daniel Le Domas x Reader

Scenes From a Marriage

Holiday Traditions - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Breathe - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Exhale - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Star Trek: Discovery/ Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Christopher Pike Headcanons

Chapter and ‘Verse - Christopher Pike x Reader

Grounded - Christopher Pike x Reader

I Caught One Last Sight - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Always Curious - Christopher Pike x Reader

I’m Right Here - Christopher Pike x Reader

Intergalactic Prince Consort Christopher Pike Thread - Christopher Pike x Reader

Let’s Get Physical - Christine Chapel x Reader

Lonely - Christopher Pike x Reader x Una Chin-Riley

String Theory - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Bodyguard - Christopher Pike x Reader

The Captain’s Woman - Christopher Pike x Reader (On Indefinite Hiatus)

Star Wars

Effective - Poe Dameron x Reader

Everyone’s Got Their Reasons - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Heartless - Poe Dameron x Reader

Is That My Shirt? - Poe Dameron x Reader

Neighborly - Poe Dameron x Reader

No Pressure - Poe Dameron x Reader

Stupid, Slutty Collar - Poe Dameron x Reader

The Stars - Poe Dameron x Reader

You Never Know - Poe Dameron x Reader (On indefinite hiatus)

Succession

I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones) - Kendall Roy x Reader

Long Shot - Stewy Hosseini x Reader *18 Only

Suits

More Than Enough - Harvey Specter x Reader

Supernatural

A Little Dream Of Me - Dean Winchester x Reader

Stranger Things

You Spin Me Right Round - Eddie Munson x Reader

Sex Pollen - Eddie Munson x Reader *18 Only

Teen Wolf

Trouble Finds You - Chris Argent x Female OC (On indefinite hiatus)

Top Gun: Maverick

Our Girl - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader x Jake Seresin *18+ Only

The Periphery - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Princess - Jake Seresin x Reader

Row 27 - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

When Are You Gonna Come Down - Bradley 'Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader *18+ Only

The Worst Best Man - Jake Seresin x Reader

Triple Frontier

The Balance - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Will Miller *18+ Only

Beached - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Don’t Treat My Love Like a Habit - Santiago Garcia x Reader

Fooled Around and Fell In Love - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Patched Up - Will Miller x Reader *18+ Only

Plans Can Change - Benny Miller x Reader

Sweets - Frankie Morales x Reader

Under Covers - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

An Unspoken Rule - William Miller x Reader

Well You’re Not What I Was Looking For - William Miller x Reader

You Shouldn’t - Santiago Garcia x Reader *18+ Only

Benny Likes to Talk

You Got a Ring for Me, Miller?

Benny Miller Headcanons

Drift-Compatible Miller Brothers

Venom

Will You Give Me Shelter - Eddie Brock x Reader x Annie Weying (On indefinite hiatus)

The West Wing

Clean Slate - Josh Lyman x Reader

I Don’t Mind the Company - Josh Lyman x Reader *18+ Only

Nickname - Josh Lyman x Reader

1,001 Reasons Not to Move - Josh Lyman x Reader

Wonder Woman

I Cannot Weave - Antiope x Reader *18+ Only

Steam - Antiope x Reader *18+ Only

#Masterlist post #Masterlist #mine

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

___

Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

___

What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

___

What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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fanfic characters x reader

I would also write fanfics about the actors (they are mostly the ones playing the characters on the list)

Here is my list:

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Character I'm not sure I do:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Fantastic Beasts:

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Minerva McGonagall

Lord Percival Graves

Hogwarts Legacy:

Phineas Nigellus Black

Sebastian Sallow

Aesop Sharp

Mirabel Garlick

Ominis Gaunt

Grand Theft Auto:

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Franklin Clinton

Niko Bellic

Steve Haines

Lester Crest

Agent 14

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Tsunade

Jiraya

Minato Namikaze

Gaara

Tobirama Senju

Senju Hashirama

Inuzuka Hana

Mitarashi Anko

Darui

Kushina Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Uchiha Shisui

Yujito Nii

Ôtsutsuki Indra

Ôtsutsuki Asura

Uchiha Obito

Mei Temurî

Boruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Mitsuki

Kawaki

Boruto Uzumaki

Konoha-Maru Sarutobi

Sakura Haruno

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Utahime Iori

Masamichi Yaga

Inumaki Toge

Okkotsu Yûta

Sheko Ieiri

Yuki Tsukumo

Uraume

Toji Fushiguro

Gong Shi Woo

Atsuya Kusakabe

Ieri Shôko

Zenin Mai

Zenin Maki

Choso

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Mei Mei

Kento Nanami

Assassination Classroom:

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Koro Sensei (human)

One piece:

Shanks

Portgas D.Ace

Don Quijote Doflamingo

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji Vinsmoke

Coby

Trafalgar Law

Sabo

Marvel:

Agatha Harkness

Hela

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Scott Lang

Shang Chi

Stephen Strange

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Wenwu

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Amenadiel

Charlotte Richards

Aurora (Rory) Morningstar

Michael

Sandman:

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

Johanna Constantine

Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki

Sousuke Aizen

Kuchiki Buyakuya

Coyote Stark

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Ashley Graham

Ethan Winters

Carlos Oliveira

Helena Harper

Rosemary Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Captain Phasma

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Valorant:

Chamber

Viper

Reyna

Omen

La Casa De Papel:

Berlin

El Professor

Suárez

My Hero Academia:

Dabi

Shota Aizawa

Nemuri Kayama

Todoroki Shôto

Toga Himiko

Shimura Nana

Chisaki Kai

Attack on titan:

Hanji Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Mikasa Ackerman

Pirates of the caribbean:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Mrs. Lovett

Judge Turpin

The Witcher:

Geralt Of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Kaamelott:

Arthur Pendragon

Léodagan

Bohort

Yvain

Gauvain

Ygerne

Elias de Kelliwic’h

Spy X Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Castlevania

Dracula

Leon Belmont

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Richard Belmont

Tera

Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton

Michael Schmidt

Vanessa Shelly

Satsuriku no Tenshi

Isaac Foster

Haikyuu!!

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Tetsurō Kuroo

Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED

Daisuke Kambe

Haru Katou

Ryo Hosino

Owari no Seraph

Guren Ichinose

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ferid Bathory

Crowley Eusford

Kureto Hiragi

Shinya Hiragi

Horn Skuld

Chess Belle

Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records

Glenn Radars

Sistine Fibel

Celica Arfonia

Albert Frazer

Domestic na Kanojo

Hina Tachibana

Rui Tachibana

Masaki Kobayashi

Reiji Kiriya

My new boss is Goofy

Shirosaki Yusei

Mitsuo Aoyama

Kinjo Aigo

Buddy Daddies

Kugi Kyûtarô

Suwa Rei

Kurusu Kazuki

Unasaka Misaki

Other characters

Sakata Gintoki from Gintama

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones by Gwendoline Christie

Hans Gruber from Die Hard by Alan Rickman

Sinclair Bryant from Close my eyes by Alan Rickman

Miranda Hilmarson from Top of the Lake by Gwendoline Christie

Charlie Harper from My Uncle Charlie by Charlie Sheen

Isaac Foster from Angels of Deaths

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Cereza from Bayonetta

Leonora Lesso from School for Good and Evil by Charlize Theron

Elaine Markinson from Gringo by Charlize Theron

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal by Mads Mikkelson

Miss Perergrine from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Particular Children by Eva Green

Joel Miller from The Last Of Us by Pedro Pascal

Mr.Cat from Kaeloo

Michael Afton from Five Nights at Freddy’s

Marc from Le Flambeau by Jonathan Cohen

John Wick from John Wick’s movies by Keanu Reeves

Joe Goldberg from You by Penn Badgley

Crowley from Good Omens by David Tennant

Max Black from 2 Broke girls by Kat Dennings

Tobias from Ghost

#harry potter #severus snape #hermione granger #draco malfoy #howgarts #the witcher #sweeney todd #alan rickman #ghost #young royals #john wick #five nights at freddy's #good omens #the last of us #hannibal #miss peregrine imagine #zelda #others #etc

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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coming out this week

- sugar mommy rhaenyra hcs pt 2

- yandere husband Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape headcanons (request)

- The Moon - Corlys Velaryon x Daemon Targaryen's bastard reader

#coming this week #wips #asks

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 1 year

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 37

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

Note: Part 37 does not contain any smut.

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

☾ Click Here for Foxtail & Wolfsbane Home Page (All Chapter Links) ☾

Percival Graves gazed at his son with quite a serious expression. “This pocket watch has been passed down from generation to generation, Tristan. It is the first artifact created that embodies all of the principles of the sorcery of metals. Now, as you know, mythical metals do many things - they can preserve energy, they can bind people together, and they can even create illusions. However, this watch is special, because it is the ultimate achievement of metal magic.”

“What does it do?” young Tristan asked, staring skeptically at the watch before him.

“It tells time,” Percival replied. “But not just any time. It tells you the timing of your fate. It tells you when your fate will come to meet you.”

“Isn’t that a curse?” Tristan wondered, suddenly afraid. “Why would we want to have that knowledge at all?”

“You’re right, son,” Percival agreed. “It’s not the kind of knowledge that is easy to reckon with. But I’ll tell you why it’s important. The value of knowledge does not lie within the information itself. It is what you do with it. And what we, as keepers of this ancient magic, do when our time is near, is we use the knowledge of our fate to protect others. We accept that our time has come and we face it head-on, so that others may slip away, unharmed.”

Tristan stared at his father, hating what he was hearing. Wasn’t his father, in essence, asking him to sacrifice himself when the time came? How dare they ask that of their own child?

Percival sighed. In fact, he and his wife, Mary, had never meant to have a child because the curse of this magic would be handed down to their child. Yet, they had been blessed with one, and they were so very fond of Tristan, for he was a clever child, if not a little too stern for his years.

Percival reached over and gently patted his son’s head. “I’m sorry, Tristan. Fate is a tall word, I know. And those of us who come to know this truth must find ways to stand even taller. Then, when we come full circle and meet fate, we meet it as equals and not as lesser.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Rowan turned the pocket watch over in his hand.

Cas and Susana had come by Grimmauld Place, though Susana had remained downstairs, in the doorway, while Cas came upstairs to find Rowan and very quickly tell him the news.

Rowan closed his eyes. How could he believe that Tristan was dead?

That arrogant prick was all about life, Rowan thought bitterly. Hell, he even told others how they should get on with their lives. He was the one that was telling me to do something with my life – to join the Order, to commit to a real relationship, to become a proper Magizoologist…

Rowan remembered the night that he and Tristan had shared drinks together. Tristan had said, “Believe me when I say that I don’t at all enjoy wasting my precious time arguing with you. I am asking you these questions because I am trying to get you to open up your thick skull, for once.”

Rowan traced the outline of the pocketwatch with his thumb as he wondered, Did Tristan purposefully have that conversation with me because he already knew that he heading towards death?

Rowan sighed heavily. God damn it – save the world all by yourself, did you? Go out like a hero, did you?

Just then, Rowan heard the sheets shuffle behind him. Right now, Rowan was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, repeatedly turning the pocketwatch over in his hand. Rowan had been taking care of you ever since he had brought you back from Topper’s Hill. You had fallen unconscious as Rowan carried you back. Rowan had stayed with you, to keep you warm. In fact, he’d covered your entire body with hot, pressing kisses, making you moan softly in your sleep. “Rowan,” you’d murmured, recognizing his loving kisses even in your half-sleeping state. You’d clutched at his hair as he’d made his way down your body, covering you all over with kisses. Soon, your body warmed up enough that your fox ears slipped back into nothingness. By that point, Rowan could tell that you were only sleeping.

It was somewhere around that time that Cas came knocking softly on the door and Rowan had to slip out. They had spoken quietly in the hall. But now, Rowan was back at your side, to make sure you were all right, even as he dealt with the shocking news of Tristan’s death.

Hearing the blankets shift, Rowan looked over his shoulder. He saw you, gazing up at him. Rowan could tell at once that you’d actually been awake for some time.

“You’ve been awake?” Rowan murmured.

You nodded. “Since I heard Cas knock on the door.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” you said softly, speaking in a whisper. “You seemed like you were deep in thought.”

Rowan reached out and gently touched your face, brushing your hair off of your forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyes fell to the pocketwatch in Rowan’s other hand. “Never mind me. How about you? I heard what Cas said in the hallway. About… Tristan.”

Rowan gazed at you for a moment. You could see in his eyes that he was somewhere quite far away.

You quietly got up onto your knees. Shuffling forward on the bed, you said, “I know you’re angry with me, Rowan. I haven’t forgotten. I know I owe you some explanations. But could I hold you, at least for now? Even if you’re mad at me, I think you need someone right now.”

“I’m not angry with you anymore,” Rowan said softly. “What happened with Tristan – Well, I’d be a fool if it didn’t put things into perspective, right?”

You draped your arms around him. “I’m sorry, Rowan. He was a good man – truly as good as they come. I can’t believe he’s gone.”

“He was a good man,” Rowan murmured. “He protected you.”

“He did,” you agreed. “But he protected me because of you, I think. He loved you, Rowan.”

Rowan turned his face against your shoulder. “He was the most unbearable little prick when he was younger, you know. I was constantly looking out for him, getting him out of fights because he had such a sharp, stingy mouth. But then he became my friend, and then, somehow, somewhere, he outgrew me and he became an older brother to me.”

You soothingly rubbed his back. “He grew into himself – is that what you mean?”

“Yes.” Rowan lifted his face and looked at you. “I think the Nine-Tailed Fox chasing out the Obscurial from his soul had a lot to do with it. Tristan always used to be on edge and he was bitter about himself and his lot in life for a very long time. But everyone who was close to him could tell that it was because he was struggling with something, and that that wasn’t his real personality. Once he was rid of the Obscurial, it was like he came home to himself. He became a much lighter person.”

“The Nine-Tailed Fox is a fair spirit,” you murmured, thinking of both Tristan and Severus. “She gives as well as she takes.”

“I can see that,” Rowan agreed. “But I guess even the Fox’s help wasn’t enough to save Tristan.” He clutched the pocketwatch tightly in his hand. “I just can’t believe he’s gone. I could’ve sworn he’d outlast all of us.”

“I thought the same too,” you agreed.

You stayed with Rowan for a long time, simply holding him in your arms.

Finally, when evening fell, you noticed that Rowan looked very tired. His eyes were red from his silent crying. You realized that neither of you had drank or ate anything at all.

“I’m going to go get us some tea, all right?” you said. “I’ll be right back.”

You pulled on your bathrobe and slipped out, going down to the kitchen.

* * * * * * * * * *

When you left, Rowan tiredly fell back onto the bed. As he did, his hand naturally opened atop the sheet. He looked down to see that he was still holding onto Tristan’s pocketwatch.

What am I supposed to do without you? You were the only one who understood the weight of the inheritance I was both blessed and cursed with.

People think I’m good at faking it, at coming off charming. But you, Tristan Graves, are on another level. Pretending to be fine while knowing that you were going to die – you selfish bastard, how dare you trick us all like that? And if it wasn’t pretend, if you really were fine with the idea that you were going to die…

Rowan swallowed hard. How did you find that sense of peace within yourself? How were you okay with that? And how did you make it all seem so easy?

You were even more of a prodigy than me, and you didn’t even have parents beside you, the way I do, and you knew you could never be with the woman you loved, and yet you still held your peace and your grace. How…?

But even as Rowan wondered that, he heard Tristan’s voice in his head, giving an answer: “If you keep holding back because you’re afraid of disappointing the world, you’re going to lose all the things that are important to you.”

I have to commit to what’s important to me, and I have to be honest about it, Rowan realized. And I have to start now.

Rowan suddenly sat up. Commitment and honesty… towards what is most important to me…

* * * * * * * * * *

Remus, Sirius, Arthur, Molly, Bill, Tonks, and Emmeline were all gathered in the kitchen, discussing what the Order needed to do next.

You came in, intending to head quietly to the counter to prepare some tea.

Just then, the entire table jostled as someone hurriedly stood up, awkwardly interrupting the conversation at the table.

You instinctively looked up to see Remus, standing there, looking rather haggard. That soft, singular curl fell in front of his face. He hurriedly reached up and pushed it out of the way. Then, he opened his mouth and a hoarse murmur came out, as he said something you didn’t quite catch.

Sirius, who was sitting next to Remus, reached over and made him sit back down.

For a moment, you stood there at the doorway, feeling the hurt in your heart crash over you once again. You didn’t tell me. And I called you “cruel” – I didn’t mean to. It simply slipped out. But you are, you know.

Feeling the familiar frost coat your heart, you hurriedly looked away and made for the counter, turning your back firmly against Remus. I can’t deal with this right now. I have to take care of Rowan and I have to – I’m trying not to think about it, but I feel my own pain and my own grief at thinking that Tristan’s no longer with us. I think I relied on him much more than even I knew. He took care of everybody around him and he promised me that, if I was ever in trouble, he’d come track my pawprints all the way over to wherever I was. It was such a kind promise, and I believed him. And now, he’s gone…

The Nine-Tailed Fox spoke out from your soul, Little one, Tristan Graves passed away from this world on his own terms. Yes, we cannot see him anymore, but the bravery and honesty of his decisions means that he will forever remain with us, through our thoughts and our memories.

The Fox’s tails swished as she whispered, You cannot fathom this easily, because of your constrained notion of time, but death is truly merely a passageway into a wider world.

Like the mythical realm? you wondered.

Hm… The mythical realm, too, is merely a ghostly ship in the waters of the afterlife, the Fox told you. Now, mind the tea.

Huh?

You’re oversteeping it.

Oh! You made to grab the end of the tea bag thread when all of a sudden, Rowan entered the room. He walked in with such purpose that everyone stopped talking and looked at him. But Rowan ignored everybody and made a beeline straight for you.

“What are you doing down here? I’m almost done with the tea. I’ll bring it right up,” you told him, pulling the tea bag out of the teapot.

Instead of answering you, Rowan grasped you by the waist and turned you around, clearly asking you to look at him.

Surprised, you asked, “Is something wrong?”

Rowan steeled himself. His hands tightened on your waist, before he stated boldly, “Look, I know that you’re working through some things still – old wounds and the like– but I am, too. When I said that I didn’t believe in love, you accepted that about me. That can’t have been easy. And while I can’t pretend that your – your preference for someone else doesn’t affect me, I can work through that with you, as long as ultimately, you really want to be with me.”

You began to reach out to touch his face. He’s got such a good heart.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” you murmured. “You’re so kind. But you don’t have to make excuses for me. I’m sorry for all of it. I was in the wrong – of course I was. But right now, let’s just make sure you’re all right.”

But Rowan wasn’t finished quite yet. “I am all right. I’ve been all right, because I’m with you,” he replied. Then, he carried on and proposed, “Let’s get married.”

Your hand froze in the air and your eyes widened in shock. “Married?”

“Yeah.” Rowan stepped closer to you. He grasped your hand in his and squeezed it tightly. “Marry me.”

You stared up at Rowan, completely taken aback.

Rowan said hastily, “I know it’s sudden. But I want to commit to you. Don’t you… want the same with me?”

Rowan’s expression, so honest and vulnerable, almost pitifully so, tugged at every single one of your heartstrings. “Oh, Rowan, of course,” you murmured lovingly.

All of a sudden, an explosion of cheers and claps rang out. You and Rowan both whirled around, surprised by the outburst of noise as the two of you had all but forgotten that there were other people in the kitchen.

Molly cheered enthusiastically, “How wonderful! Congratulations!”

Bill whistled celebration; Tonks hollered and clapped loudly, and Emmeline held up her glass of water and let out a whoop.

“It’s just what we need, after such terrible news,” Bill said. “Congratulations, you two.”

Arthur beamed at you. “I’ll let your mother know then, shall I? I’m sure she’ll be pleased! After all – Rowan Scamander, that’s quite a catch, eh?”

Finally, at the very back, Remus gave a small smile as he raised his hands to join in on the clapping. Sirius followed Remus’ lead, but he shot Remus a concerned look.

As you stared out at the clapping and cheering group of people, you thought to yourself in a small, stunned voice, Oh. Oh, my.

* * * * * * * * * *

Blushing profusely, you managed to wrestle your tea set out of the throng of people trying to crowd around you to congratulate you. Finally, you brought the tea set back up to your and Rowan’s room.

Rowan came in after you, also having just escaped Molly’s many hugs and Tonks’ cheerful shoulder pats.

As you made to pour the tea (more to give yourself something familiar to do, so as to ground yourself than from any actual want of tea), Rowan came over to you.

“So?” Rowan pressed. “You didn’t actually answer me. What do you say?” He knelt beside your chair and put his hand on your shoulder. “You know, to being together? Properly, I mean.”

You slowly put the teapot down on the tray. Turning to Rowan, you tried to make the words come, you tried to say “yes” as a part of your heart truly wished to. Only, the words got all tripped up on the way and what came out was, “I – I - ”

Rowan’s eyes slowly dimmed. After a moment, his hand slipped off of your shoulder. “Oh.”

“Rowan,” you said hastily, “please - ”

Rowan got up off of the floor. With a heavy sigh, he fell back on the bed.

Abandoning the pretense of making tea, you quickly got up out of your chair and went over to the bed. You crawled on top of it, coming over to Rowan, as you begged, “Rowan, wait, please. I’m – I’m just – It’s so sudden - ” You reached for Rowan, trying to press your hand against his cheek.

Rowan caught your wrist and stopped you. “You’re right,” he murmured. “It was very sudden.” He pulled his hand away, letting your hand fall atop the bed, as he continued softly, “But that’s not the problem, is it?”

You sat there, chewing on your lower lip, unsure of what to say.

Rowan closed his eyes. Slinging his arm over his face, he breathed out tiredly, “So, it’s not simply something we can pass over, is it? Your feelings for him… I was right when I said that it wasn’t a mere fancy that you felt for him. If it was, we could work through it together. I know we could. We mesh rather well together, you know. We could get through most things.”

You nodded fervently. “Yes, of course we could! You’re so good with me, Rowan. You’re so good for me. You’re my friend and my protector and I owe you so much - ”

“But if it’s more than that,” Rowan continued knowingly, “if you truly feel for him, of course there’s nothing I can do about that – except get out of your way.”

You burst out, “Remus isn’t the one! Rowan, come on, I’m with you.” You clambered on top of him and pushed his arm off of his face. As Rowan opened his eyes, you kept speaking. The words tumbled out of your lips one after the other in quick succession, as you tried your very best to express the genuine and deep love that you had carried for him all of your life. “I’m yours. You were my first love and you’re my best friend and when I’m with you, I feel - I feel as safe and loved as I have ever felt in my life.” You tugged at his hand and made him press his hand to your chest, where, through your silk robe, he could feel the knotted scar on your chest.

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” you whispered, reminding him of the incredible depth of your gratitude towards him. “I couldn’t be more yours. Can’t you feel that?”

Rowan’s eyes glittered. He remained quiet as he stared up at you.

His silent stare broke you. You were nearly in tears as you pressed, “Why, why can’t you believe me? I keep saying I love you. In fact, I’m the one who says it to you all the time. You say you don’t even believe in love, but here I am, with you, loving you – and I even tell you so, all the time. So, why can’t you believe me?”

Rowan kept gazing at you.

“Rowan, how come you – how come you keep looking at me like you don’t believe me? I said I love - !” Unable to take it anymore, you burst into tears.

Rowan let out a soft sigh. He sat up. Reaching over, he tenderly wiped away your tears. In a low, pained voice, he murmured, “You know, if I was anyone other than your best friend, I could believe you.”

You blinked, and a few more tears escaped. “I said I love you,” you repeated feelingly, in a small voice.

Rowan’s hand came back to your face and he once again patiently wiped away your fresh tears. “Yeah, I hear you. It’s not that you’re trying to lie to me. You mean it, in your own way,” he acknowledged, as he swiped his thumb against your cheeks. “I know that. I’d be a fool not to feel your love for me.”

“Yeah, you would,” you agreed, hoping he’d catch on now.

Rowan’s hand drifted down your neck to your chest. He gently opened your robe, so that he could see your scar. “But you can’t hide from me. I know for a fact that there is a part of you that you cannot give to me.” He gently traced around your scar. “Remus Lupin… He’s the one responsible for the hollow in your soul, isn’t he?”

An icy blast suddenly flared up in your chest, right where Rowan was tracing. With a soft gasp, you pulled away and wrapped your robe tightly over your chest with trembling hands.

Rowan watched you with sad eyes. “I see it now. Remus Lupin is the reason the Nine-Tailed Fox was able to possess you in the first place, and it’s because you’re still in love with him that you can’t force the Fox out. I felt it when I saved your life – that I couldn’t gather all of your soul pieces and put you back together, even then, in that mythical realm. It all makes sense now.”

In a shivering, scared voice, you whispered, “What makes sense?”

Rowan’s eyes met yours. “That it’s not me you want to be with. It never truly was.”

You shook your head furiously. You grabbed Rowan’s arm and leaned into him heavily. Pressing yourself up against his warm body, staring up at his guarded, yet wonderfully thoughtful and compassionate brown eyes and seeing that familiar, boyish spray of freckles on his otherwise quite sharp and masculine face, you felt your heart crack open and spill over with love for him.

“Rowan,” you whispered fervently, “why would you say that? I’m telling you that it is you. Besides, Remus isn’t – He’s not - ” You struggled to put together what it was you wanted to say, and all of a sudden, you heard yourself burst out, “He didn’t even tell me the truth about himself!”

Rowan’s brow furrowed, as he suddenly lost track of what you were talking about. “What?”

“He didn’t even tell me that he’s a werewolf. That just proves how we never had a real relationship, how we never – How could he not tell me? When you and I, we tell each other everything. We’re so honest with each other. We’re as a couple should be. We let the other person help us whenever one of us needs it. You’ve helped me more than I’ve helped you, I know, and I feel guilty about that, but – but, you know, it means we trust each other. Whereas with Remus, he – he didn’t even tell me.”

Rowan watched you all throughout your outburst. Finally, he asked, “Well. Are you hurt because you’re disappointed by the fact that he’s a beast or are you hurt because he didn’t trust you enough to tell you?”

“What?” you said, shocked by how clearly Rowan pinpointed your feelings.

“Thought so,” Rowan murmured, seeing your heart at once. “His being a werewolf means nothing to you. You still want him. You’re just upset that he didn’t tell you the truth about himself because it means that he didn’t trust you as much as you trusted him.”

Your mouth fell open.

Rowan, seeing how hurt you were, tried to bring it back down by teasing you softly, even in a moment like this. He whispered tiredly, “See? Told you there are other creatures. When will you learn?”

At this, you shook your head at Rowan. Refusing to be sidetracked, you insisted, “Well – Well – Whatever Remus is, this is about you and me. I only – I only need some time. Yes, that’s what it is. Just some time. Can’t you do that for me? I know that I’m asking you for a lot. I know you’ve been by my side this whole time. But, would you stay just a little longer? Because that’s all it is – a need for time.”

“You’re speaking in circles, love,” Rowan pointed out.

“But it’s true,” you pressed. “All I need is some time. Then, we can get married. And you and I could be happy. You have my heart, Rowan, and I’d be so happy to have yours, when you’re ready to give it.”

A slow, affectionate smile appeared on Rowan’s face. It didn’t reach his eyes, not at all, for his gaze stayed somber. But he smiled softly at you as he said, “Come on. Who do you think I am? It’s like you said. I’m your best friend, your first love, and your love now.”

“Yes,” you agreed passionately. “Yes, you are.” You grasped Rowan’s face and, leaning forward, you kissed him quite heatedly.

Rowan kissed you back, but it was a tame, almost perfunctory kiss. When he finally drew back from you, he caught you by the shoulders, stopping you from kissing him again.

“But not your love for forever,” Rowan said. “Not even for much longer. In fact, not after… this moment.”

“Rowan,” you gasped softly, heartbroken.

Rowan suddenly dropped his hands away from you. He turned, shifting until his back was turned to you. In that moment, his careful, charming mask cracked entirely in front of you. Burying his head in his hands and pressing his palms hard to his eyes, Rowan whispered, in an altogether broken voice, “You know what kills me? It’s that, after all of these years - God, we were so close to our happiness.”

“Rowan, Rowan, Rowan,” you whispered, while pawing at his back. “Don’t cry. Look at me. Please, look at me.” Although you were telling him not to cry, you were crying as you desperately tried to get him to look at you.

Rowan got up from the bed and he grabbed his cloak, all without looking at you.

You fell back on the bed, sitting there on the sheets, clutching at the covers between your legs, unsure of what to do, while your face was an ugly, blotchy mess.

Rowan pulled on his cloak. He checked for his wand and the pocketwatch. He started to head for the door –

“Wait! Where are you going?” you called out.

Rowan took a deep breath before he looked over his shoulder at you. “I don’t know,” he confessed. He managed to pull together a weary smile for you, as he said, “But I’ll be all right. You take care of yourself now, little nymph. Don’t let that Fox get ahold of you, you hear me? Or else I’ll have to come back and bully you some more.”

You half-rose from the bed. With your hands out pleadingly before you, you whispered, “Rowan. Don’t leave…”

Rowan’s smile faded quickly. He blinked hard as his eyes sparkled with sudden tears. “Good-bye.”

Snap. The door snapped shut. Your hands fell to your side. Gone… Rowan was gone… The lion-line, sunfire soul that kept you safe with whiskey nights and cinnamon kisses, who would rather die than let down a single one of his many walls, yet broke them all down with his own hands to get to you each and every time you needed him… He was gone.

You meant to fall back on the bed, but, in your numb state, you slowly slipped off the edge, and you found yourself sitting on the floor.

* * * * * * * * * *

Late evening passed into a cold, dark night. Outside, the blustery winds whistled past the bleak walls of Grimmauld Place.

You were freezing cold. But you couldn’t find the strength within you to move.

What a strange world, you thought, not blinking as you stared at the bright silver moonlight curling up at our feet. When I asked to stay with Remus, he told me to leave. When I asked Rowan to stay, he left.

You were shivering all over. You hugged yourself tighter and buried your head against your arms. It’s… so cold…

* * * * * * * * * *

You were still awake when the sun came up. Although the sunlight came in dimly, your bedroom didn’t face east, so the room remained as dark and gloomy as ever.

Finally, still in your thin silk robe and a ragged pair of pajamas, you made your way out of the room. You wandered about, following the pattern of sunlight at your feet, which seemed to be growing stronger as you went further down the hallway.

All of a sudden, you realized why – the hallway opened up to a set of stairs. You slowly and carefully climbed it, only to find yourself in a small attic space.

You breathed out. A little piece of a familiar place. A place where I can dream and not be seen. Good, I’m home.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was Artemis who found you – and, on Artemis’ tail, there was Remus.

Remus had tried to keep his peace and do what Sirius had advised – namely, stay away from you.

All night, Remus had paced in his room. He wanted to congratulate you on your engagement with Rowan, but he couldn’t quite seem to find the heart to make it come off genuine. He even practiced in the mirror for a minute – fake-grinning stupidly at himself and trying equally terrible variations of “Congratulations!” but Remus swore that instead of sounding more genuine, he was simply beginning to sound more Irish. Throwing up his hands in defeat, Remus finally went to the dresser where he kept his pajamas. The nights were getting quite cold here. Remus tapped a small glass jar by his bed so that bluebell flames sprang up, but he also made to pull on a sweater.

It was as Remus was rummaging around for a sweater that his hand hit something quite small and fluffy. Frowning, Remus pulled it out – and then he realized what it was. Folding his hand over it, he thought, Perfect. This is it – the ice-breaker I need.

The next morning, Remus had come out into the hallway, only to see Artemis morosely wandering up and down a side staircase that Remus knew led up to the attic.

Remus frowned. “What’s got you in such a bad mood?”

Artemis didn’t say anything. She simply shuffled away. Actually, Artemis was depressed because she had tracked your scent from your bedroom all the way to the staircase but then, two things happened: one, your scent disappeared entirely at the entrance and two, Artemis couldn’t quite get the door open. As she lived in Grimmauld Place, Artemis had learned that if she stood on her rear legs and pressed her paws down on the doorknob, she could open just about any of the doors here. However, the attic door was set atop a very narrow step on the staircase and Artemis couldn’t rear up on her hind legs without slipping off the edge or knocking her head against the door.

“Have you been fed?” Remus wondered. “If not, I can bring you food and water.” He studied Artemis for a moment, only to remark, “But you look – well, don’t take this the wrong way now – but you look quite plump. I don’t reckon you’re hungry.”

Artemis ignored Remus and made to scramble up the steps again. When Remus started to follow her, Artemis sniffed the air before turning her head and giving Remus a displeased look. When you move, it stinks. Don’t follow me and stink up the hallway, please.

Remus stopped. However, he leaned over and craned his neck to see Artemis go up the staircase. He watched as she tried pitifully to get at the doorknob, only to fail again.

Remus sighed. He went up the staircase and, ignoring Artemis’ clear scowl (How does a fox scowl so clearly? he wondered vaguely.), he opened the attic door.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Remus saw you, he had to stop in his tracks. For you were staring up at the skylight and the sun was pouring down on you. The way that you were sitting, and the way that the sunlight graced you all over – Remus was struck by how you looked exactly as you did when he first saw you in the attic at Hogwarts.

She looks a mythical creature herself. Remus had thought that about you back then and he thought that about you now. The way the light dances around her – I’ve never seen the light be so bashful and playful around anyone else.

You didn’t seem to notice Remus at first. It was only when Artemis came over to you and pawed at your hand that you looked down and then, noticing Remus standing in the doorway, you turned to look at him.

Remus swallowed. Oh, wait. I wonder if she’s all right being in the same space as me. She must be disgusted by me now, knowing that I’m a werewolf.

“Is it all right that I’m here, with you?”

You nodded.

Remus cautiously stepped forward. “I promise I’ll speak briefly. I simply have something I need to say and something I need to return to you.”

You simply sat there and watched him.

“First of all, I wanted – I needed to tell you how sorry I am for all of the things I didn’t say to you. Of course, most importantly, I’m sorry for keeping my – my condition a secret from you. But there are other - ” Remus suddenly cut off. “Well, but that’s neither here nor there anymore. Which brings me to my second point – here.”

Remus stepped forward. He pulled something out of his pocket. A soft twinkle and the smallest of flashes glimmered before you as an old keychain – a foxtail keychain – dangled from Remus’ hand.

You blinked in surprise. “Isn’t that - ?”

“Yes. It’s yours. Your foxtail keychain.” Remus smiled ruefully as he recounted, “You and Sirius were fighting over it and it went flying. The Whomping Willow crushed it to pieces. I went back that day and fetched the pieces and put it back together for you.”

“Why didn’t you give it back then?” you wondered, as you reached up and took it from him.

Remus came and sat next to you, as he explained, “Well, when I went to give it to you, you told me that you thought that it was a good thing you lost it, that it was time for you to move on.”

Your eyes blinked, as you remembered that moment. Yes, that’s right. I had decided to move on from Rowan then.

“If you were trying to move on, I didn’t want to make you take this back. It could have been an unwanted reminder,” Remus said. “But now, well – it’s come full circle, hasn’t it? You’re engaged to him now. So, I thought it’d be a welcome reminder now – a reminder of how much he’s always meant to you.”

Your hand slowly closed over the foxtail keychain.

Remus paused. From the time he had first walked into the door and seen you, he felt that there was something slightly off about you, even beyond the wonderful light that you always seemed to emit. He couldn’t quite place it. He figured maybe it was all of the overflowing sunlight in here or that maybe you had been wary to respond to him given how upset with him you were. Sitting next to you like this, Remus was sure that there was something extremely different about you. Only, he didn’t know how to point it out without making you uncomfortable.

“Are you very angry with me?” Remus finally asked.

“I want to be,” you murmured. “But there’s too much going on.”

Oh, of course, I’m not that important to her anymore, Remus realized. Silly of me to think that she would keep spending her energy on me when she’s likely grieving over Tristan and when she’s going to be engaged.

Remus murmured, “Right. Well, I’m very happy for you. He’s a stable person. He’ll be a good partner, I reckon.”

You drew yourself up into a ball and rested your head atop your arms.

Remus frowned. Is it just me or does she look quite… pale? Is it because of the way the sunlight is coming down on her?

Just then, you murmured, while your eyes slipped closed, “He appears that way, doesn’t he? But he’s just like you, Remus - He has more love in his heart than he knows what to do with.”

Remus didn’t quite know how to answer that question.

It didn’t matter, however, as you went on to say, “But now you have Tonks, so I’m sure your feelings will find a home.”

Remus opened his mouth, but he still wasn’t sure what to say. He wracked his brains to try to think of a neutral answer, but he ended up just nodding his head in reply.

You didn’t even see him, as your eyes were shut. You mumbled, in a soft, but very melodic voice, “Remus, I’m sorry to ask this of you, but I’m feeling rather tired. Would you mind if I were to lie down?”

Remus hesitated. She’s truly ill, isn’t she? Her cheeks and lips are pale. She looks exhausted. She didn’t look this way before, even just yesterday evening, when I saw her in the kitchen. What’s happened to her?

Worried, Remus suggested, “Should I bring you a blanket, perhaps? You seem cold.”

“No,” you replied at once. “I simply want to lie down.”

Remus shuffled over, so you could lie down. You did, tiredly falling over and lying within the wide circle of light that was coming in through the sunlight. You closed your eyes at once.

Remus, not satisfied with your answer that you were fine, reached out and managed to grab Artemis, who had been sniffing at the cardboard boxes in the corner.

Artemis started to let out a mew of protest when Remus whispered in her ear, “Bring a blanket. And my wand, please.”

Artemis pawed at Remus’ chest, clearly wanting to be set free. Remus let go of her. Artemis raced off.

Remus turned back to you. He remarked, as easily as he could, “Your hair’s back to blue, I see.”

“Hm? Oh. I s’pse it is.”

Remus gazed at you, for a far longer time than he had allowed himself to in the many years that had passed since the two of you had been together. It was relief, to be able to look at you without having to hide his own face. However, the relief only lasted for an instant. Remus was now entirely sure that there was something not quite right with you. Your very features seemed to have changed: your cheekbones, nose, and lips were decidedly delicate, and your body literally glowed with a subtle silver light that could not be easily attributed to sunlight. Besides that, not only was your hair back to blue, but it was had to be several inches longer than just last night.

“You - ”

“What?”

Remus chewed on his lower lip for a moment, before he said, with caution, “You don’t seem fully like yourself. Are you all right?”

At this, your eyes fluttered open. Unexpectedly, you gave Remus a soft smile. “If I asked you to lie down beside me, would that be too strange?”

Remus shook his head. Slowly, he lay down next to you. He stared up at the skylight and he found that the sudden glimpse into the vast sky beyond made him dizzy. He shut his eyes tightly.

“Are you uncomfortable?” you wondered, seeing his expression. “It is too strange, after all, isn’t it?”

Remus turned to his side, so that he could look at you instead of the sky. “No, it’s not strange. This is all we used to do, some time ago. Don’t you remember? Back in our school days, in that hiding place of yours. You’d pore over books about the Nine-Tailed Fox. She was merely a myth back then, wasn’t she?”

“She’ll return to being a myth very soon.”

Remus paused. “What do you mean by that?”

“Remus,” you murmured, “wish for what it is that you want. Wish real hard, all right?”

“What?”

You stiffened slightly and you took a long, shuddering breath. Through a soft, almost trembling voice, you repeated, “Close your eyes and think of what it is you want most. Please.”

Remus frowned. He got up onto his elbow and reached over to touch your face. When his fingertips brushed over your cheeks, Remus shivered. You were colder than ice. Remus was now beyond worried about you. Keeping his voice to a whisper so as not to upset you, yet speaking quite urgently, he said, “I don’t mean to be overbearing, but are you sure you don’t want me to bring you something? My coat, perhaps? Or a - a cup of tea?”

You gazed up at the sky through the skylight, as you murmured back, “I’m sure. Please don’t go anywhere. Just think about your wish.”

Just then, Artemis entered the room, pushing her way through the half-open door. She’d brought a blanket with her and she’d brought – not Remus’ wand, but your wand.

“Good fox,” Remus breathed out, relieved. He put the blanket over you. But when he reached for Artemis’ wand, she snarled at him. Dodging’s Remus outstretched hand, Artemis instead disappeared under your blanket as she snuggled up to you, with your wand still clamped in her mouth.

You absent-mindedly petted Artemis, though she whined when she felt how cold your hand was. Artemis also kept sniffling and burying her nose against you. She just couldn’t seem to pick up your scent and it was worrying her.

“Are you thinking about your wish, Remus?” you asked.

Remus frowned. “My wish?”

“Yes, your wish. Your deepest, most desired wish.”

“Why are you asking me to think about my wish?”

You reached over Artemis and took Remus’ hand in yours. Your hand felt even colder than your cheek. “Please, do me this one last favor. Think about your wish.” Before Remus could respond you suddenly breathed out, in a very shaky voice, “Remus, I’m so g-glad you’re h-here with me. I’m so very t-thankful.”

Your eyes fell onto Remus. Remus’s brow furrowed as he realized that they weren’t your eyes at all. Your irises were pure silver.

Remus grasped your hand tightly in his. “Lovely, what’s wrong? Please, tell me. This isn’t like you. You’re so cold, and – and you don’t even look like yourself.”

Frost began to appear all over your body, including your hands.

Remus gasped in horror. He had seen this before. “Lovely - !”

You interrupted him in a soft, gentle voice, as light as winter air. “Your wish, Rem. She’ll grant it for you.”

Remus made to hug you, to pull you into his arms, so he could warm you and stop the frost from taking over your body. But you’d closed your eyes and fallen back onto the floor already. And as Remus reached for you, he found Artemis somewhat in the way. Before he could reach around her – FLASH!

There was the most brilliant, blinding flash of silver light. It filled the whole room, defeating even the skylight. In fact, the skylight cracked and then broke with a loud shatter. Glass shards rained into the room, and a fierce wind came surging into the room.

With a cry, Remus fell backwards. He could hear Artemis yelping, but he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see you, either.

“Lovely!” Remus shouted, fighting against the wind. “Where are you!?”

Remus tried to get onto his feet, but an icy wind, not as strong as the wind surge, but far colder and broader, roared to life and blasted through the attic. He was knocked back onto the floor. As his head hit the attic floor, Remus found himself having all sorts of vague thoughts:

Lovely, got to get to Lovely…

What’s going on?

This strange, wintery magic…

She asked me to think about my wish. My deepest, most desired wish.

Snowflakes swirled before his eyes. Remus tried to reach up, but his arm felt so heavy.

My consciousness is… going, he realized. But I – I’ve got to get to Lovely. I want to… I want to be with Lovely…

Remus’s vision slowly fizzled out, and he sank into a strange sea of darkness, where flashes of silver lights kept jumping out of the dark waves. It took him a moment to realize, in his sleep, that those flashes weren’t actually lights, but tails.

Two children, safe in an attic, with one teaching the other a Patronus Charm to try to cheer her up after she had been cruelly bullied that day. He held her in his arms, and she cried out bravely, “Expecto Patronum!”

A silver figure sprouted from the end of her wand and then dashed about the room. Slowly, the two children began to recognize the creature.

“That was a fox, wasn’t it? How many tails - ?”

“Nine of them… Nine Tails! We were the first ones to see the Nine-Tailed Fox! We saw it together!”

The one figure caught the other, and the one that was being held murmured, “You have… really nice hands…”

Hands… to hold her with… Where is she? I want to hold Lovely…

* * * * * * * * * *

Sly, silver eyes blinked open from behind a powerful spray of flashing silver tails – one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine – yes, she was finally a full-fledged Nine-Tailed Fox.

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defectivevillain · 2 months

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darling i do

pairing: Percival Graves/Reader

The reader experiences gender dysphoria and is implied to be transmasculine/nonbinary/gnc. no pronouns are used and race is ambiguous.

summary: You’re having a bad day, but you don’t want to burden Percival with the details. Unfortunately for you, he is rather perceptive.

word count: 1.4k | ao3 version

This is extremely self indulgent, but I hope my fellow transmasc/nb/gnc folks find solace in this piece. :)

also i'm using this gif again and no one can stop me.

warnings: gender dysphoria

You hear the exact moment Percival gets home—not because he’s loud, but because you’re sitting in the living room waiting for him. You greet him with a soft smile, pretending the gesture doesn’t take an unreasonable amount of effort. “Hi, Percival,” you remark.

“Hello,” he remarks, the tension seeping from his shoulders as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. Percival takes his bag off and hangs it on the hook near the entrance, before doing the same with his coat. “How was your day?” He asks.

“Alright,” you remark, pushing past all the self-deprecating thoughts running through your mind. You don’t want to burden Percival with the details. “How about you?”

“It was good,” Percival replies, bending down to remove his shoes. “The department’s starting to get pretty busy—sorry I’ve been home late these past few days.” His lips are pressed in a thin line and there’s an apologetic look on his face.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” you’re quick to reassure him. Percival is the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, after all. His work is important. “And don’t forget—we have leftovers from takeout the other night.”

“Oh, right,” he nods, taking a few steps forward. “Thank you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before walking to the fridge. You watch him for a moment, before settling back on the couch. The television is on, but you find it hard to focus. A maelstrom of apprehension, dejection, and dysphoria is swirling around you.

You don’t want to acknowledge your feelings. Unfortunately for you, Percival is rather perceptive. He’s an Auror, after all. Not to mention, the man has high emotional intelligence. You’re not sure why you even bother trying to hide from him in the first place.

For an immeasurable amount of time, you let the light from the television wash over you. At some point, you hear Percival get up from the table and wash his dishes. Before you can attempt to slip away, he’s standing before you. “Something wrong, love?” Percival asks, moving to sit next to you on the couch. His attentive gaze nearly makes you crumble right then and there. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“It’s nothing,” you murmur, looking down at your clasped hands. You bite the inside of your cheek and keep your thoughts hidden. Somehow, your feelings must show on your face regardless, because Percival frowns.

The man places a hand on yours, prompting you to look over at him. “If it’s making you feel like this…” he breaks off, concern written all over his face, “It has to be something.” You still can’t find the words. Your tongue feels glued to the roof of your mouth; you can’t even begin to describe the confusing torrent of emotions rushing through you right now.

Percival is stubborn, though. “What is it?” He implores.

You inhale slowly, feeling as if a giant spotlight is searing through your skin. Sentiments of inadequacy and wrongness refuse to leave, clinging to your skin uncomfortably. You don’t feel right today. “I don’t like my hair,” you eventually answer. Indeed, you’d spent the better part of the walk home from work looking at the people passing you, wondering why you couldn’t look like them.

“Why?” Percival asks. He doesn’t look disbelieving or skeptical—he simply wants to understand.

“I don’t know,” you choke out. In reality, you do know. You love your hair, you really do, but for the past few days, you’ve been perceived as the opposite gender more times than you can count. While you’ve already taken steps to socially transition, it doesn’t feel like enough. Your hair seems like the easiest thing to change, and your dysphoria has narrowed in on it as the source of the problem. If your hair were shorter, you’d look better. If your hair were shorter, you wouldn’t be mistaken as someone you’re not.

“You sure?” Percival continues. His hand remains on yours, providing a reassuring pressure. His gaze hasn’t wavered since he first sat down next to you. The recognition makes your eyes begin to burn. You stare at him, before silently leaning forward and embracing him. Percival is quick to reciprocate, tugging you closer until your head is nearly buried in his shoulder.

“I’m not sure,” you whisper against his shoulder. It comes out muffled, but Percival seems to understand regardless (as he always does).

“What can I do to help?” He questions. That is just one of the many reasons why you love Percival. Rather than scrutinizing your feelings or trying too hard to understand your experiences, he focuses on assisting you above all. He doesn’t treat you like a puzzle that needs to be solved, doesn’t make you feel irrational or unreasonable for having bad days.

“My hair,” you choke out. “Can you help me cut it?”

Percival blinks. “Of course,” he responds without hesitation. He places a hand on your shoulder briefly. “Let’s move to the bathroom.” Percival says, eyes flitting to the door down the hall. You get up from your seat and walk over there, knowing he’ll follow you.

Moments later, you find yourself sitting on the nearby chair with Percival standing over you. His gaze wanders your face before settling on your hair. “What length are you thinking?” He asks. You’re briefly overwhelmed by appreciation, at the way he immediately moved to help you in whatever way he knew how. You forget that he’s waiting for an answer until he repeats himself.

“Short,” you say, avoiding his eyes.

“Very helpful,” Percival smiles mirthfully. You huff past the tightness in your chest. “How short?”

“I don’t know,” you respond helplessly. “Just… really short. Almost a buzzcut.”

The air is quiet for a few seconds. “Are you sure?” Percival asks. You know he’s not questioning your decision; rather, he’s clarifying that you want him to be the one to do it.

“Yeah,” you say, your throat feeling tight. There’s no one I trust more than you, you think.

“Alright,” he says. “Ready?” Percival stills and holds his wand up towards you. You nod silently and he takes a deep breath. “Crinus Muto.” You close your eyes and ignore the strange chilling sensation that runs up your spine, knowing it to be a mere side effect of the spell. It should only take a few seconds, but you keep your eyes closed for a few moments after. For some reason, you’re scared to look. Fear strikes through you as you imagine how horrible you could look. What if you don’t have the right face shape? What if this haircut just makes everything worse? What if-?

“You can look now,” Percival says gently.

You stand up and slowly open your eyes. For a moment, the light assaults your eyes and you’re squinting. Your vision clears soon enough, leaving you to take in your new haircut. “I-” You break off, feeling your lips pulling at the edges as you stare at yourself in the mirror, “I love it.” You’re smiling now. You bring a hand up to your hair and continue looking in the mirror. Your reflection looks… like you. You look more comfortable, more confident. You can’t hide the grin on your face. For a minute or two, you simply stare at your reflection in awe. As you’re looking in the mirror, you accidentally make eye contact with Percival, who is looking at you with an unreadable expression. “What?” You ask self consciously.

He blinks for a moment, as if waking from a trance. A smile grows on his face. “You look wonderful,” Percival admits, reaching out to run a thumb along your temple and across your new short hair. You don’t say anything, but your skepticism must show on your face, because Percival is quick to continue.

“I’m serious,” he maintains. Percival brings his hands to your face again, turning your head to the side to get a better look at your new haircut. He brings you back with a delicate hand on your jaw and you feel flames race across your skin as you see the expression on his face. Percival looks absolutely lovestruck. Smitten. Surely that isn’t for you—surely that look isn’t because of you. “You look… incredibly handsome.” He confesses. At first, you suspect that he just said that to make you feel better. But the way he’s looking at you—the way he’s holding you—convinces you that the compliment is entirely genuine.

“...Thanks,” you remark hesitantly. And you’re sure Percival knows that you’re thanking him for more than just the haircut. You’re thanking him for understanding you, in a way few others have even bothered to. You’re thanking him for his endless compassion, his determination, and his unwavering faith in you.

Percival smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Any time, love.” He promises. You take comfort in the unshakeable knowledge that he truly means it.

Me: *includes pet names a total of two times in this story* Also me: this feels like too much.

grAHHHHHHHH where is Percival Graves. I need him like SpongeBob needs water.

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ivorydragoness44 · 2 years

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Percival Graves x Reader: Found

Summary: Prior to and during the events of FBAWTFT. The Reader returns to their Auror position in the MACUSA. They were on assignment elsewhere in the Wizarding World and had missed Percival Graves being taken hostage by Gellert Grindelwald.

Word Count: 4,459

Warnings: Angst, wizarding world drama and spells, and Percival Graves being captured and injured...I think that’s all of them...

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There was a certain kind of spring in your step as your morning route took you through the chilled air of New York. As soon as the Woolworth building was in sight, you felt a flutter in your stomach. It had been well over three months since you had been at Headquarters, and going back into your usual place of work gave you a sense of excitement. Sure, you would have to likely spend the day, if not longer, making reports on your previous assignment, but you were not worried about that.

As you approached the entry door, you had to hold yourself back from running through it. Not that it would have helped. It was revolving at its own pace.

While leaving New York was exiting to help another division, you were glad to be back. Especially so to finally resume contact with your boyfriend, Percival Graves.

Back in routine, your legs walked you into the building and guided you up the stairs while your eyes drank in the familiar shine of the floor and enormous Magical Exposure Threat Level dial suspended above in the main lobby.

Nothing seemed to have changed during your absence. With the exception of the threat level, however. You were sure that Percival was going to catch you up on all of the happenings as well as he could.

You paired rather well together, in your opinion. If you did not, the two of you would not have been dating for the past few months prior to your departure. Most discreetly, of course. It was such a quiet relationship that you were positive that no one knew. Well, with the exclusion of maybe one other member of MACUSA.

As you made your way to your office, the flutter in your stomach ignited again with anticipation and hope of your reunion with Percival. What you did not expect, however, was to round a corner a little too fast and tightly that you accidentally ran into another well-suited figure.

The initial impact had you stumble for a brief moment. Collecting yourself quickly of course, you regained your balance with your footing and a hand to the wall.

A laugh escaped your lips as your eyes met the other wizard’s. “I’m so sorry.”

“Think nothing of it. It appears you’re very eager to get back to work,” Percival Graves smiled in amusement. “Welcome back.” With a nod, he excused himself as he stepped around you and went on his way.

Staring after him for a moment, you blinked. It was not quite the reunion that you had in mind.

It was a short walk to reach your office from that point. Walking through the threshold and closing the door, you were met with such a familiar space that it gave you a sense of security. However, the thought crept up again, and this time you held onto it. As happy as you were to have interacted, even briefly, with Percival, you were disheartened with the lack of intimacy to it. Even a whispered ‘I missed you,’ would have done wonders to your heart. It was not as if either of you had never whispered a few short words like that before.

As dismayed as you were, you thought you may have over-read the interaction. Then again, perhaps it was through distance and time that had taken its toll on what was a blooming relationship. It was still your first day back after all, and you did not want to bring up the matter with him just yet. It was Percival you were thinking about. Your Percival. He would discuss it whenever he was ready.

A week later and you found yourself heading down to the Major Investigation Department. It was nothing unusual. It was a part of your job as an Auror on the Investigative Team.

You were early as you would typically be. Your punctuality never went unnoticed by the Madame President and the Director of Magical Security. However, having the head of MACUSA’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a now silent-in-the-romance-department-boyfriend made you feel more uncomfortable as the days passed. That is not to say that you were thinking about him at all times of the day. No, you were a professional and career oriented Auror and you were not about to have a little repairable bump in your personal life interfere with your job.

As you stepped into the room and around a storage compartment, you found Percival Graves leant over a table. His dark slicked back hair was one of his features that you were able to identify without a second’s hesitation.

Circling around him, you saw as he laid out the day’s newspaper; The New York Ghost. You were about to get a look at the stack of files when he acknowledged your presence.

“Afternoon,” he smiled gently.

“Afternoon,” you nodded with a small smile of your own. If he was not going to use your name, then neither were you.

“Your punctuality is impeccable.”

“So I’ve been told—sir.”

He smirked slightly, but did not comment on it.

“If the magical disturbances continue at this pace, will we be raising the threat level to severe within the month, if not sooner?”

“It appears so. Hopefully we can find what is causing these disturbances and put a stop to it.”

“Or who,” you added.

A smile tugged at his lips as your reply made an impression on him. “You’re very quick. Madame President should be very glad to have you as one of our highest-level Aurors.”

“Thank you, sir,” your voice lower than intended.

It was something that he had said to you before. This time, however, it felt different. As if he were saying it for the first time. Maybe this was his way of reconciliation. To start over. But there was something off. There was a lack of connection when you looked into his eyes. The want was not there. There was no depth of knowing more that you would usually see. You felt so lost.

Graves’s eyebrows knit together momentarily. “You need not be so modest, it’s true. I’ve read your latest reports. The other divisions were lucky to have you assist them.”

“I was only doing what was expected of me.” As you said this, your courage earlier in the day had diminished. It was the first time that you actually felt a nervous hesitation to ask him, even quietly, about what had transpired between the two of you while you were gone. For some odd reason, it now felt as if that would be overstepping some invisible barrier that the pair of you had swept away so many months ago. And as you heard the heels of the President’s shoes approach, you knew that another opportunity had passed you by.

Another day at the office turned into another week, and still Percival had yet to speak with you privately. Interactions between you felt as they did well over a year ago. Then again, even before you had begun to feel anything other than professionalism towards him, there was always this extra care in his eyes. But those eyes, when you looked into them now, that care was no where to be seen.

A total of three months had passed since your return, and things were still…different. You were occupying your office as per usual when a gentle knock came to your door. When you gave them permission to enter, you found yourself almost relieved at who it was.

“Good afternoon,” Queenie Goldstein chimed sweetly as she walked in, a small tray of food in her hands.

“Afternoon,” you smiled, leaning away from the files splayed out over your desk. “I guess time got away from me.”

“It certainly did,” she gave a laugh.

You noticed as her eyes traced over the papers before you pushed them aside, taking the tray from her as she handed it to you.

“You’re usually good at keeping track of time,” she acknowledged. Then she blinked, and her head made a small tilt in thought.

At first, you thought nothing of it as you took a sip of your drink.

“You’re busying yourself with more work to keep your mind off of him.”

You paused. Being away for so long, you had forgotten about blocking your mind. Not that you had anything to worry about with Queenie. She was good. One of your favorite co-workers, though you did not work closely with her.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she said, responding to your quick thought. “Oh, Mister Graves taught you how to block your mind? He was so patient with you.”

You could not help the flood of memories racing through your mind as one thing reminded you of another. At least it was far better than your interactions with him, or lack there of, now.

“You’re afraid to ask him what’s changed. I��m so sorry—Oh, no, sweetie, I don’t think you did anything wrong.”

“Distance,” you shook your head, trying to at least converse consciously out loud with her. “And time, I suppose.”

“But he was such a gentleman with you. He—aw, he used to walk you home from work. Surely he has a good explanation.”

“He better,” you grumbled into a bite of your food.

Queenie put a reassuring hand to your shoulder as you consciously allowed the memory of your last visit with Percival before your assignment to play out it your mind. It was comforting at the time, but now with the present circumstances, it hurt.

“Perhaps, you both can start anew. Start over. I remember catching those looks you gave each other. Hearing your thoughts as he held your hand in the elevator,” she smiled, coaxing your own lips to curve up.

Maybe with time and courage, you could find the right moment to speak with Percival. Especially since it seemed as though he was not going to utter a single word to you first about it.

Time continued to pass. An unseen threat to the wizarding community was literally wrecking havoc through New York. As the Magical Exposure Threat Level rose, so did tensions and anxiety of the inevitable and unforeseen future.

Nearly six months later, and you were down in the subway tunnel with the other top Aurors accompanying President Picquery when you all came upon the scene. Now you had seen some interesting scenes in your line of work, but never one that made you feel so uneasy and confused.

It had been quite an interesting past few days at MACUSA.

There was the British wizard, Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein, fellow co-worker of MACUSA yet ex-Auror, who appeared to be talking gently with the large smokey black mass suspended near the ceiling. The Obscurial.

“Shhh! Don’t, you’ll frighten him.” Tina instructed of your group whose wands were raised.

The Obscurus made the most awful sounds, as if moaning when it began to grow in size. The intensity was greater than you could have imagined. The creature, or being, for which you were not certain, began to affect the tunnel around it; collapsing it steadily.

You were always one to take orders, but you were not expecting Scamander and Goldstein to stand in front of the Obscurus so protectively. The entire day had been a cluster of panic swirled with confusion.

Why would they want to protect something that had been raging through the city, killing, and by the scene of No-Majs outside, exposed the wizarding community.

It was then that Graves finally faced the Aurors. His wand was raised, and you were even more alarmed. What on Earth had gotten into him?

“Wands down! Anyone harms him—they’ll answer to me—” he called out before looking back at the swirling mass. “Credence!”

Following your orders to protect against a possible war with the No-Majs, you did what was expected of you. What you believed was right. You did as what your companions also sworn to do.

Spells flew out of each Auror’s wand as the group shot upon the Obscurus.

“NO!” Graves cried out between the crackles and numerous sounds of the spells being cast.

The single word hurt you and for a moment you thought the screaming of pain from the Obscurus was coming from your own heart. However dreadful, the spells continued with unrelenting determination.

But just as quickly as the wands of your fellow Aurors fired upon the swirling mass, it changed. The suddenness of its burst forcing all present to push back from the unseen wave of power. Then, there were only a few fluttering traces left. It truly appeared to have been destroyed.

Regaining your footing, you eyed the other Aurors around you. With a few nods here and there, your attention went back onto the platform, seeing movement.

It was Graves. He looked as though he was inspecting the leftover fragments from the Obscurus. And when you looked at him, you no longer saw your Percival. This was Mister Graves. A far different Graves than you had remembered. And it was when the closest of the Aurors advanced toward him, that so did you.

“You fools,” Graves began, his face twisted with anger. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

It was the President who walked out from amidst the ranks to question him as the rest of you looked on.

“The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves.”

“Yes. And history will surely note that, Madam President.” Such a dark tone that laced his words. Still up on the platform, he stalked closer. “What was done here tonight was not right!”

“He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj.” She reasoned. “He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws—“

What struck at your heart with such a pain was the words that came from Percival’s mouth so scornfully. That, and the bitter laughter that rang out of his mouth.

“A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter! A law that demands that we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President—” His dark eyes glimmered with something that you dare not read as he looked over the individuals within the tunnel. “—I ask all of you—who does this law protect? Us? Or them?” He asked, indicating to the No-Majs outside.

Your grip tightened on your wand, your chest nearly heaving with your intake of controlled breaths. What has he become?

“I refuse to bow down any longer,” Graves smiled resentfully at the President. With his angered confidence, he turned away, leaving the scene.

“Aurors,” Madam Picquery declared of the group beside her, “I’d like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand and escort him back to—”

An Auror was all too ready. With a quick spell they blocked Graves path with a wall of white light. The very same barrier that was keeping all No-Majs out of the subway station.

After a moment’s thought, Graves pivoted and strode back. Arm raised, he aimed spells at both your group and the other set of Aurors. And yet no matter how many of you there were, or how many spells you yourself cast, he parried them all.

It was unbelievable, and yet it was happening right in front of your eyes. Who was once your kind Percival was now raining down upon MACUSA’s top Aurors. Quite a number flew off of the tracks and against the Art Deco walls.

Then, within a breath’s time, a colorful creature swooped over Graves. In doing so, yourself and the other Aurors were shielded from Graves’s battering spells. It was peculiar and in a way, beautiful. However, your thoughts on the creature were swept away as a spell from Scamander wrapped around Graves. The white strand coiled tighter around him as he tried to fight it off, struggling until his knees hit the floor; his wand falling from his grasp.

“Accio,” Tina Goldstein called upon Graves’s wand and into her hand.

The man you had once knew now held such a darkness in his eyes. The hatred etched on his face made him look like a completely different person to you. It made you wonder if this was the man truly behind the one that you had once shared time with. Or, did something happen during your absence.

Both Scamander and Goldstein approached him slowly, as one might with such a dangerous being.

“Revelio.” Uttered Mister Scamander as he stepped around Graves carefully.

A spell to reveal. One that would be used to reveal the true appearance of something or someone who would transfigure—

Your jaw dropped.

His physical appearance did in fact begin to change. The once dark hair on his head became white and all that you once knew fell apart.

There was a stunned silence as you all stared at Gellert Grindelwald.

He was Graves? You thought. He…that explains the difference in our interactions.

Your astonishment morphed back to one of anger and worry. Grindelwald. Graves. Where’s my Percival, you foul wizard?

President Picquery approached him.

“Do you think you can hold me?” Grindelwald peered at her scornfully.

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald.”

You could not properly see his expression from where you stood, but appeared as if he was smiling. Even as two Aurors forced him upright and toward the entrance, ready to imprison him in the depths of MACUSA.

A rage like you’ve never felt consumed your senses as you glared at the wizard when other Aurors took him away. Thankfully, it embed when he was out of your sight.

Soon after, the other Goldstein, Queenie and a No-Maj that you had heard about, worked their way past the group of Aurors to get to her sister and Mister Scamander.

You could not watch the exchange as you and other Aurors were overlooking the scene of destruction.

With all that had happened this night, all that the No-Majs had seen, how could the secrecy of the magical world possibly remain hidden? Or be restored, for that matter.

Madam Picquery then took to the group of four. “We owe you an apology, Mr. Scamander. But the magical community is exposed! We cannot Obliviate an entire city.”

That much was true. And you were not willing to let in another disturbing amount of stress into your system on that note.

“Actually,” Mister Scamander replied after a few moments, “I think we can.”

The next thing you knew, Mister Scamander was opening his case of magical creatures just under the broken opening of the subway roof. He had a plan to use the venom of a Swooping Evil to Obliviate the No-Majs around the city. You supposed it was one of those occurrences that you had to see to believe.

A large feathery creature, one that looked like a four-winged golden eagle, flew out of the case. It was impossibly large for that case, but that was magic. It was magnificent, and yet completely abrupt; yourself and the rest of the Aurors backing away. It was not every day that you got the chance to see such a magical creature.

The creature flapped its wings to remain in front of Mister Scamander. The words uttered from his mouth were that for the magical bird, and unreachable to your ears.

You were not alone in your awe. The two exchanged a sort of nuzzle of affection, a clear sign of trust and an established friendship. It was sweet. It also made you wonder of what other magical creatures were in that case of his.

Mister Scamander then threw the vial of what you supposed was Swooping Evil venom up above the bird who caught it in its beak easily, crying out. Within the same moment, it flew up out of the subway tunnel.

It was dawn as the thunderbird flew up to the sky and created a storm. Yourself and the rest of the Aurors were tasked with repairing the city from the destruction caused by the Obscurus.

You marveled at the genius of giving the magical creature the vial to Obliviate the No-Majs of the past magical occurrences; to which all were terrifying to them.

So as you passed by the No-Majs and onto empty streets, you felt a sense of freedom in using your magic to fix the torn cityscape. It hardly took long at all using Repairing Charms, at least with the added benefit of the number of Aurors present.

You stood on the roof of one building, overlooking the city. The rain continued to fall and trail down your coat. It was like a moment of clarity that you had not felt for quite some time.

Taking a breath, you turned to an Auror as they walked up beside you.

“Maybe there are some good things that can come from these beasts,” they said.

“Yes, but for now I have something else that I must do,” you said conclusively.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to Mister Graves’ home. Hopefully, he is there.”

“All right,” they nodded. “I’ll take a team with me to meet you there. Let me check over this area first.”

“See you then.” You nodded and Disapparated in the next moment.

The next thing you saw was the front of Graves’s apartment building. The sheer sight of the familiar structure nearly overwhelmed you, but you kept your calm. You hurried up the stairs, your wand still in hand as you quickly and accurately checked for unseen traps as you entered the building and quietly went into Graves’s home.

It was dark, and you dared not touch a single item. With a flick of your wrist, you drew open the curtains to better light your way, though the clouds in the sky dampened the light. Thankfully, to the best of your ability, you did not find a single trap.

Then you stood motionless, observing the living space. It had been a long while since you were last there. With your magic and your own eyes you searched for anything out of the ordinary. There were shoe-prints and traces of the past hours of Grindelwald that you dispersed away, not wanting to see that horrid wizard.

“Percival,” you breathed out, your voice coming out a lot quieter than you initially thought.

You did not know if he would even be there, much less alive.

Walking deeper into the apartment, you called out a little louder, nearly at an average talking voice level.

You were hoping that your senses would not play tricks on you, especially when you swore you heard a faint voice from the other room.

Slowly, you wrapped your hand around the knob of the closed door. You hesitated. Something you only ever done on your first assignment. Gripping the metal much more tightly, you turned the fixture and opened the door.

“Lumos.” The word softly filled the small space.

There, curled up in the far end of the room was the true Percival Graves.

He shielded his eyes from the bright light as you gawked at the sight of him.

“Percival!” You called out to him. Your heart leap and fell all at once.

Your name hardly reached your ears as he dared look beyond his hand.

“I’ll get you out in just a moment!”

Scrambling over to him, you knelt by his side. You were about to use your wand to rid him of his shackles, but his voice stopped you.

“Don’t. He’s spelled them much too greatly,” he warned, trying to prop himself up on the cold floor. “You must leave here.”

Frowning, it was obvious from what you had witnessed of Grindelwald earlier that he would not let such a simple spell undo his wickedness. But perhaps, just maybe, a No-Maj trick might.

“I will be right back, I promise,” you whispered, running back out of the room.

You tore through his house toward the closet in his bedroom. There, you threw open the doors and filed through his clothes on the rack until you came upon an empty hanger. As you grabbed it, you held an eye roll. You could have just as easily took a shirt off of a hanger.

With your wand, you broke off a few pieces bits of the wire hanger and ran back to Percival.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you poked the wires into the keyhole of his bindings.

“Getting you out of this,” you said, scowling at the metal with all of your focus.

A low and sharp click sounded and Percival sighed as the shackles fell off of his wrists.

Finally out of his entrapment, he gently rubbed his wrists while his eyes darted around the room. His hair was disheveled and what clothes he wore were well-worn from who knows how long of a time. It was even the first time that you had seen him unshaven.

Brushing aside his hair from his forehead, you coaxed him to relax.

“No,” he pushed to get himself off of the floor, his feet squeaking on the wood. “We have to leave. He’ll return. And he’s too powerful for us to take on.”

“Shh, shh. It’s all right. We’ve got him. Grindelwald’s been caught. It was Newt Scamander who found him out. Some Aurors took him back to MACUSA.”

Those dark eyebrows struggled to knit together. “What?”

“The point is, you’re safe now,” you said, letting yourself smile.

Finally, you were reunited with your Percival. As battered as he was, you were all too glad to see him.

“You’re sure?” He asked, tired eyes looking into yours.

“Absolutely.”

He stared at you for a moment and then off elsewhere in thought. Finally, he sighed and allowed himself to slump against the wall behind him.

“Are you injured?”

“Nothing too terrible, as strange as that sounds,” he said, failing to hide a wince as you touched his shoulder.

“And by terrible, I suppose you mean, life-threatening?”

Percival let out a laugh, but his body jerked in an opposing direction before settling back down. “I really did miss you.” His watery eyes held your gaze.

“Hmm, to think all this time that I’ve been back at Headquarters I thought you were upset with me.”

His hand reached up to caress your face. The touch was delicate and sincere. “I would not be upset with you. I was waiting for your return.”

Holding his hand against your cheek, you leant closer. “And you, sir, need to check into a hospital.”

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Chapter 9 - Not the Start of a Relationship

A/N: Here it is, guys! The final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who read it, saved it, said anything! It means a lot.

“You’re making a mistake!” Y/N yelled as she was sat down in a chair. Magic held her down and she could barely move her arms, let alone her legs.

“You are a wanted woman. The man you just brought in here, half dead, is the one who reported you!”

Her breath caught in her chest and fear spread through her slowly like ice. “Is he going to be alright?”

“That is none of your-“

“Is Percival okay?!”

Walter clenched his jaw. “What makes you think you get to ask about him.”

“He’s my fiancé.” She said simply and Walter cracked a smile.

“Really, and how long has he been your fiancé?”

“Not long. Only a few months.” She said softly, her eyes misting.

“And how long have you been together.”

“Since the day Percival returned to work after his arm injury. Before he became head of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Years? You really expect us to believe you and Graves have been together for years? And he made you a wanted person for what? A lovers quarrel?”

“He didn’t! The man I brought in here tonight was Percival Graves. He has been kidnapped since the battle with Grindlewald.”

“Oh really? And who has been here this whole time?”

“Grindlewald.” Walter’s eyes went wide.

“You presume to tell me that the man who has been running our department is…” He paused before letting out a breath of air. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Please! You have to believe me. Wherever he still is as Percival - he is Grindlewald! He’s using a spell or maybe Polyjuice potion.”

“And who can vouch for any of what you’re saying?”

“Arnold knew.”

“Arnold is DEAD! Killed by Grindlewald.”

“Queenie!” She said quickly. “I have been friends with Queenie for years. She knows about me and Percival. She always has.”

“If this is true,” Her voice startled Y/N, she didn’t even realize Madame President had been cleverly concealed in the back of the room. “when did you know that Percival Graves wasn’t Percival Graves and how.” President Picquery was studying her with interest.

“The night he came back.”

“And you didn’t report it?” She asked, sitting down in front of her. With a nod to Walter the spell on the chair was lifted.

“I wasn’t sure right away. We have kept our relationship a secret. So, when we’re around others we act normal.”

“Why a secret?”

“I was worried if anyone knew they would think I wasn’t getting the job of my own merit. That Percival pushed it through, and Percival hates gossip. So, we just maintained professionalism. How is he? Is he alive.”

“Yes. He woke up demanding to see you, I am told. They gave him some medicine to calm him down and make him sleep so he could rest.” She answered and Y/N let out a strangled cry of relief. She took a few deep breaths before continuing.

“I realized when we were alone that night. Usually when one of us is gone or in a battle we take those moments to just be close, hold each other. He acted like I was a mere employee. Like he barely knew me and-“ Y/N clenched her jaw. She didn’t know if the President knew about Queenie and what she can do. She had to protect her too.

“And?”

“As part of my advanced training, I took it upon myself to train in Occlumency. I had read that powerful witches and wizards would have extreme advantage if they could read our minds.” Picquery nodded, urging her to continue. “I could feel him trying to read my mind. Like something crawling up my spine. I used Occlumency. He knew he couldn’t trust me in that moment and I knew he wasn’t Percival. I went right to the elevator and was told you had gone home for the night. Rather than risk a panic, I didn’t know who he was at that point, I decided I would come back early - first thing. Be waiting for you when you got it.”

“But you weren’t here. And you were already wanted.” Picquery said.

“He broke into my apartment that night, looking for me. Luckily, for me, I was already awake. He attacked me and I was able to escape. When I came here I was injured and I knew no one would believe me. So, I went looking for the real Percival.”

“Where did you find him?”

Y/N let out a sigh. “He was held in a house. In the pocket of my coat is a list of homes on the outskirts of the city. He was in the second to last on the list. With three of Grindlewald’s followers. They’ve all been stunned. Well, I don’t know if they still are. The wands that were taken off of me - they belong to them.” She handed the list to the President.

“Madam President.” Another Auror burst through the door. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but we just got something we don’t understand.”

“What’s that?”

“An Auror downtown, when you sent a patronus to ask for the status of Mr. Graves?”

“Yes.”

“They just sent a Patronus back saying Mr. Graves just went into the subway to go after the Obscurial.”

Picquery’s eyes turned back to Y/N. “It’s Grindlewald.”

“Walter - you get three Aurors and get to this address right away!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Collins - collect every hit witch or wizard we have. We’re going to that Subway station.”

Y/N felt her breaths coming in gasps. At least they believed her.

“Velma!” One of the President’s assistants came into the room. “Help Y/N down to the healing floor and take her to Mr. Graves.”

“A-are you sure?”

“That is an order. And while your at it send a memo to every department that Y/N Y/L/N is no longer a wanted woman and she has been falsely accused.”

“Be careful, Madam President, and thank you.” Y/N said with a nod and Picquery left the room in a hurry. Y/N stood on shaky feet and Velma quickly caught her.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Y/L/N. I’ve got you.”

“Please, I just want to see Percival.”

The walk down was slow. Y/N didn’t realize how exhausted she was before. Now that she knew Percival was safe, that the right people had been alerted to Grindlewald, she was aware of every ache and pain. She felt lightheaded and dizzy.

“When we get to Percival, I need to see a healer.”

“Would you like me to bring you straight to-“

“Just Percival.” Y/N answered quickly. The nurses on the healing floor looked on in confusion.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Y/L/N, that memo is going around now. Sent it as soon as we left the room.”

“Thank you.”

The door to Percival’s room was open. He was laying comfortably on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing even. He wasn’t nearly as pale as he had been and Y/N let out a relieved sigh before Velma helped her into a seat next to the bed.

“I will get you a healer.” She was out the door in a flash. Y/N meant to thank her again, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the man in front of her. Reaching a hand up she traced his jaw softly. She felt him stir and his beautiful brown eyes opened, looking at her.

“Y/N.” He tried to sit up but she stopped him and sat on the edge of his bed.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“They were taking you away. I tried-“

“I know.” She gave him a small smile. “Picquery came to talk to me. It’s all settled. They’re going after Grindlewald.”

“Why did they arrest you?”

Y/N took a shaky breath. “Grindlewald has been impersonating you. Came back as you. I realized it wasn’t you.”

“I am so sorry. Y/N…” He sat up and his hand cupped her cheek.

“I’m just glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kissed her softly. That familiar kiss that she could never get enough of. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” They held each other for a few moments. Just letting the quiet of the room surround them. For the first time in days they both felt safe and right where they needed to be. While across the city Grindlewald was being captured, their battle was over.

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The sun shone brightly overhead. The breeze was warm, and the smell of flowers permeated the air.

President Picquery’s voice talked to the crowd. “We have come together today not to mark the start of a relationship, but to recognize a bond that already exists. This wedding is a celebration of love and I invite you to listen with peace and joy in your hearts while you share in this most joyous ceremony.”

Percival, in his finest dress robes, stood opposite of Y/N. The dress she picked couldn’t have been more perfect. When he saw her his heart raced. He mouthed “I love you.” as the President continued her speech. Queenie was in the front row, already crying. Her sister, Tina, was comforting her. It seems like all of the Magical Law Enforcement Department had turned up for their wedding.

The vows were exchanged, as were the rings. All Y/N could hope for, a life with the man across from her was happening. Through all the trying times, they had made it. When Percival kissed her, the first time has husband and wife, the crowd cheered. As he pulled away Percival was wearing a beaming smile. He knew his wife would fight through hell and back to save him, and he would never let her fall.

“I love you, Mr. Graves.”

“I love you, Mrs. Graves.”

They kissed again, as if they were the only two people in the world.

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