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Jealousy.

Requested: A one shot where the reader tries to help Percival Graves after he’s been kidnapped. He’s cold and doesn’t let her in which leads to him pushing her away and them breaking up. Later when he sees her out with another man he begins to question his previous decision. 

Requested by: the lovely @fandomlover2001

I’ve never done a request before so I hope this doesn’t suck! 

Warnings: smut, language 

Word Count: 3,617

For as long as you could remember you’d known Percival Graves.

You knew everything about him.

What made him tick, what made him happy and what made him sad.

You knew him inside and out.

So, when he started to act different you knew something was wrong. You knew he wasn’t the Percival Graves you’d once known. Not the man you’d loved or the man you’d grown up knowing. But even when it was revealed that someone had been pretending to be him, that your suspicions were right you didn’t find relief.

At first, when he came back home, you’d thought that you could get through to him. That giving him space and attention at the right time would be enough to bring the old Percival Graves back to you. But it wasn’t that easy… the more you tried the more he pulled away.

The more he pulled away.

           Until he pulled away completely.

                       Until you both broke up.

The night that plagued your mind whenever you closed your eyes. It was a late night, the night you broke up, he’d come home from work and you could tell something was wrong before he walked through the door.

         You could feel it in my soul.

You’d been waiting in silence at the kitchen table, your eyes trained on the clock directly across from you. The moment he walked in he kept his eyes from you, his body tense when he hears you get up from the kitchen chair. Your hands rest along the table top and sigh when he reaches for one of the clean wine glasses on the counter. Without speaking a word, he grabs the bourbon and pours it into the glass, his eyes fixated on it.

He barely spoke to you anymore. Instead he acted as if you didn’t exist. As if you weren’t worth consideration. Even when you got up and cleared your throat he still pretended that you didn’t exist.

“Percival…”

You’d said after several moments of silence. Your eyes watched him closely before daring to take a step forward. Your feet are quiet, but the moment your hand reaches out to touch his he pulls back. His brown eyes move to yours as a look of frustration crosses his handsome face.

His stare was cold.

           Colder than ice.

“… We need to talk.”

You find yourself pleading, begging as he his head shook in protest. Without speaking you knew what he wanted to say next. You knew that he was going to push you away, but you didn’t expect what he was going to say next. A string of sentences that ended it all.

“We don’t need to talk…”

He started before taking a swig of his bourbon.

“… You need to get out of my life. Because I’m done pretending to love you. I’m done pretending that we still have anything worth keeping us together.”

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An you male a Pecival Graves x Reader please

I’m not currently writing atm because of school, but when holiday break happens I would love to write it his first you!!

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Hallo, I was beginning to read your "Jealously" fanfic, but when I wanted to read it all, I couldn't find the whole fanfic on your blog. Where did it apparated? 🤔 I hope you can help me because I want to know how the story ends, thank you.🙈

Hello! Yeah I don’t know why that’s happening. A lot of people have pointed it out and I am not tech savy enough to figure it out on my own. However I believe you can read the full fanfic here: http://magicmakesmehappyasaniffler.tumblr.com/post/157474212609/jealousy

I hope you like it!

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Colin Farrell in Sofia Coppola’s upcoming movie ‘The Beguiled’ 

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Hello! I've been reading your fics for the past couple days and I love them to bits! Do you have a masterlist by any chance? Thank you so much for writing, all of it is absolutely wonderful!

Hello! Thank you so much for reading my fics and I love that you’re enjoying them! Thank you so much for reading! I have a masterlist and you can find it here :) I hope you have a lovely day and thank you for taking the time to tell me you enjoy my work! 

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Happy 41st Birthday Colin James Farrell (b. May 31, 1976)

What would your younger self think? If he heard me talking about yoga, he’d think “Wanker!” He would’ve been uncomfortable sitting with someone that was quiet. It f***ing would’ve killed him. If 25-year-old Colin came in here now, I would have to leave the room.

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Colin Farrell’s Celebrity Confession (x)

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Secrets! Oh my goodness, I LOVE IT! Thank you so much, gorgeous! ✨❤️💗

Oh I'm so glad you liked it!! Thank you so much 😊😀

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I just found your blog and oh my gosh, I'm obsessed already! Your writing is amazing ❤️

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secrets.

Requested: “ I was wondering if I could make a request for a Percival Graves fanfic, where the reader is keeping a secret from him, and he has to chase them down and try and make them talk! Make it as cute and as fluffy as you like, I love that kind of thing! :)”

Requested by: the wonderful @heyitsteash

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 2316

Percival Graves couldn't stand it.

He couldn't stand the idea of you keeping something from him.

Whether it was big or small, nothing drove him nuts like secrets did. Of course you knew this and you did your best to never keep secrets from him, but there wasn't anything you could do this time. This time the secret you carried within you was too embarrassing for you to even comprehend. It was too embarrassing to tell him the truth.

Because the truth was you were in love with Percival Graves. You loved the Auror who'd help train you when you'd come to Macusa just five years ago. The man who'd helped you become the auror you are today. But it was because of that past that you feared you couldn't tell him the truth. You felt like you couldn't tell him that your days together meant the world to you. You couldn't say a damn word and it drove you nuts.

It drove you as crazy as your secret drove him nuts.

You knew Percival Graves didn't know that you liked him, but you knew that could see through you enough to know you were keeping something from him. You could see how it drove him crazy, you could see your secret chipping at him every day that you kept it from him.

It had gotten so bad that you taken to hiding in your office whenever he was looking for you. Hiding behind your walls for comfort.

It was the only place you knew you were safe. Safe from him, his handsome face, and being that made you want more every time you saw him. Every time you were near him.

But you could only hide behind your walls for so long, until you had to go face him. Even as you stood behind your door with shaking hands, your eyes peering behind the door when you open it. As if you could somehow avoid him if you caught sight of him before daring to take a step outside of your door. A feeling a relief washes over you when you don't see him, your body daring to cross the threshold as you walk forward. As you try your best to play off any and all feelings pulsating within you.

You had a meeting today, a big one, but you'd spent the better part of your morning thinking of Percival and the million scenarios that you could make up. Scenarios that were enough to drive you made, enough to make you lose all control of your breathing. It's almost unbearable as you walk towards the office meeting room.

You're not late by any means, but when you walk into the office you're met by a sea of eyes that stare back at you as if you'd interrupted something important. As if you'd intruded. But of all the eyes that look to you nothing gets under your skin the way his eyes do.

Even from across the room you could feel Percival Graves and the way his eyes pierce you from afar. You see the strain in his eyes and the sensation of him wanting to be close to you, him wanting to figure out what it was you were keeping from him.

But you do your best to ignore the questioning in his eyes. The look of desire tugging at his features. A look that drove you mad with every passing breath. A look that remains on his face the entire meeting, the look that consumes you so much that you can't focus at all during the meeting. It was like everyone else was white noise, like they weren't there.

Like it was just you two.

When the meeting ends you feel your heart ache, and your feet are itching to get moving before he has the chance to stop you. Before he has the chance to corner you, but when you try to exit the office your coworkers seem to have another plan in mind. Instead of moving they feel compelled to take their time leaving, so much so that Percival makes his way to you. So much so that he corners you just like you feared he would.

“(Y/N), we need to talk...”

His voice rasps behind you as you keep your eyes from his, your gaze finding the floor intently. You knew if you looked at him you'd be done for. You knew you'd cave. You knew you'd break into a thousand pieces right before him.

“... I know something is bugging you (Y/N) and you can talk to me about it. No matter what it is I'm always here for you.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his kind words. The words that always managed to seep their way in and get under your skin in the best possible way.

“I'm fine Mr. Graves.”

You feel yourself whisper as you dare to look over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a moment before you walk away.

Your feet carry you a few feet before you feel his hands reaching out to stop your body. The sensation of him touching you feels so foreign, it had been months since he'd been close to you, since he'd  actually tried to touch you.

“You're keeping something from me (Y/N) and I do not appreciate you keeping things from me.”

The disapproval in his voice sends a chill up your spine. A feeling you'd never had to feel before. In the entirety of your career at Macusa you'd both gotten along well, and you'd never had to hear that tone he'd use with the people he didn't get along with. But now you heard it and it was an unsettling sound to hear. A side of him you'd never wanted to be on.

Breathing a deep sigh you turn to him, your face serious as you face him.

“I swear I'm not keeping anything from you.”

You whisper in response, even though you can hear the lie, the lie he can detect. You fold your arms across your chest after stating this response, you feet carrying you a forward. You feel as if you're moving quickly, but you can feel him moving after you, his feet quicker than yours could ever hope to be.

So when you get to your office he practically runs you down to catch up with you. To block you in your office before you have the chance to shut him out the way you have been for the past few weeks. Instead you find that you have to face him, your breathing uneven as your back faces him. You can feel his eyes stare into your back, but you can't bring yourself to look back at him. You can't bring yourself to face him.

The feelings you felt wouldn't be easy to admit and you knew it would only make things weird between the both of you. Too weird for you to handle and you weren't sure of how you'd be able to go back to normal if you admitted the truth. So you stand there and breathe in and out until you feel his hand reach out to touch you. At first the touch is so light you think you're hallucinating it, the way his fingertips touch the small of your back.

“Just talk to me (Y/N). I promise it will all turn out alright. I promise nothing will happen. There will be no fall out and there is no way that I'll ever not be there for you.”

The way he speaks to you is different than it had been only minutes before. He was softer somehow, defeat finding itself in traces of his voice, traces that make you sad. Sad because you know that it's your secret that's making him so upset. Making him so miserable.

In caution you turn to look over at him, your eyes meeting his. Your lips part at the look of heartbreak that finds itself on his face. The look you could never imagine on a face so beautiful. A face you'd wanted nothing more than to kiss and make better.

“Mr. Graves...”

You whimper, your word play much more formal than it usually is. Something he immediately takes notices to.

“... I have something that has been bothering me lately. Something that I have wanted to tell you, but have been too afraid to tell you.”

You mention of fear causes his brow to furrow as he looks back at you, his eyes wide as he tries to process what you've told him so far. He's aware that you've yet to tell him the whole story of what is bothering you, which is enough to make his curiosity grow as he takes another step forward. He rests his hand along the side of one of your chairs at your desk, his eyes never leaving you all the while.

“What are you afraid to tell me?”

He asks, his lips tight as he waits for your response. You've known Percival Graves for years, but you've never seen him look as nervous as he does now. As nervous as he can be while he waits for you to tell him what he's wrong.

“We've worked very closely together over the last few years Mr. Graves. And in that time you've been so great to me. You've been the best coworker I've ever had, the best trainer, the best friend, but recently I've realized something. I've realized that I really like you Graves, but it's more than just liking you. I love you...”

Your voice wavers for a moment after you admit the three little words you'd been holding in since you realized the truth. Words that make his eyebrows raise as he focuses on you, his face suddenly undetectable as you watch him in fear. It's when you see this lack of expression that you feel yourself spiral and before you can stop yourself your rambling in front of him.

“... I know that you probably don't feel the same way about me. I know that I'm nowhere near as skilled as you are or as attractive as you are. I know you admire smarts in a person and that I may not always be the smartest, but whenever I look at you I feel something. I've felt something since I first met you and I really tried to not mess all of this up, but I can't help it.”

Halfway through your rambling he managed to inch his way closer to you, each step nearing you until he's right in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch either side of your face. The movement is foreign in your relationship, but it feels natural to you. It feels safer than anything else you've ever been exposed to.

For a moment he looks at you without saying a word, silence falling over you both. You look at each other and sigh before feeling the urge to say something, something that is never spoken because his lips meet yours.

He kisses you deeply and without any sign of hesitation, his touch tender as he pulls you in against him. Your chest meets his and you feel the breathing get knocked out of you. Your breathing seeming to get more uneven as he continues to let his lips wage war on yours.

He doesn't dare to break the kiss until he can feel your need for breath, the same need he had.

“You don't need to worry about me not loving you back (Y/N) because I do. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you. I've spent everyday loving you more and more. You're everything I ever wanted, you're smart and beautiful. You're the only person I've ever loved like this. You'll be the only person I ever love until the end of time.”

Your heart seems to skip a beat when he finishes speaking, when he looks at you in a way you always dreamed of. In your entire life you'd wished that someone would look at you this way, but now it felt like too good to be true.

“Y-Y-You love me too?”

You feel yourself ask in shock, shock that he'd actually cared. That your emotions weren't just valid with him, but they were mutual. He nods after a few minutes of letting my words sink in. His smile wide as he give me another kiss, a peck that sweeps me off of my feet.

“Yes, of course I love you too. How could I not? You're everything to me. These last few weeks have been hell for me, because I was so worried about you.”

Your eyes peer up at his as you process what he's told you, his every word and the way it makes you feel.

“I wanted to tell you Percival, I was just afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way. I was afraid you'd never be able to like someone like me.”

His brow furrows.

“Someone like you? You think you're not deserving of love (Y/N)? Because you are. You deserve everything I can give and more.”

You feel yourself smile when he says this, the very thing you'd never expected to hear from the man before you.

“Do I?”

You ask as he nods in return, his hands moving from your face to your hands so he can hold them. He smiles at the way that your hands link together.

“You do and I'll prove it...”

He whispers offering you a look of mischief before giving you another kiss. His voice rasping one final thing against your lips.

“... Tonight at seven. I'll take you out to diner and prove just how much I care. How much I'll always care.”

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Colin Farrell reflects on winning Hide-and-Seek on James Corden (◡‿◡✿)

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Suits.

Requested: “ request for a Percival Graves/ (male?) reader? It's more like an ambiguous reader really. I'm really obsessed with the gorgeous suit from the movie and so I had this idea: Percival/Reader  where Percy makes the reader go shopping with him and because reader only ever wears t-shirts or sweaters of whatever, Percival makes him/them/etc try on some really nice suits and stuff and Reader actually looks really amazing and Percival compliments them a ton. It could be really fluffy etc?”

Requested by: The amazing @dallonkay I hope this was everything you wanted. 

Warnings: None

Word count: 1361

Your whole life you'd only felt comfortable wearing one thing; Sweaters and T-shirts. They were the only articles of clothing that you felt looked good on you. They were the only clothes that made you feel like yourself, but Percival Graves had a different look in mind for you. He saw that you could look great in a suit. That you would look better if you dressed in a way that accentuated your perfect form, those (e/c) colored eyes.

He saw that you didn't feel like you fit in and it broke his heart. It broke his heart in a way that nothing else could. All his life he'd loved his suits. They'd made him feel more powerful, it made him feel like he could do anything and he wanted you to have that feeling too.

He wanted to see your eyes light up the way his did every day when he awoke and got ready for work. He wanted to see you express yourself, to see you be the best version of yourself... the version he saw. So as you stood in the middle of the finest wizarding tailor in all of New York you felt overwhelmed by the shelves of suits. Racks upon racks of suits that looked similar to the suits he sported... the suits that had caught your attention as much as he had when you'd first met him all those years ago.

Even though you were one of the best Auror he'd ever had you still dressed as if you worked down below in the wand permit office. Something that you knew bugged him.

“See (Y/N) you have a world of possibility that you can tap into here. These are all different looks that could showcase just how powerful you are, how wonderful you are and how much value you have.”

Your cheeks redden at the words, your eyes moving to the carpet in a shy response. You'd wanted to be all of those things, especially to Percival Graves, but you had a hard time seeing it. Looking in the mirror before you, you see your strong jaw line, (e/c) eyes and mess of (y/h/c) and you feel discouraged.

How could he see all the things that you don't see?

Were you really all that special?

Or did Percival Graves really just dislike your choice of attire?

All of these thoughts swarm your mind as you look in the mirror, every thought overlapping the other until someone interrupts the chaos within your mind.

At your side, a small house elf appears, he's nothing like what you expected. He's short, and impeccably dressed, with slicked back red hair. He looks at you with a much friendlier expression than you're used to. Most house elves don't give off such a look, but for whatever reason it chases away the negative thoughts that had been bothering you.

“Hello...”

The elf whispers looking at you with a wide smile. He offers a hand for you to shake, a hand you except without hesitation.

“... Mr. Graves has asked me to dress you.”

You nod without speaking a word, from behind you Graves nods and responds with authority.

“Only the best for my best Ed.”

Your brow furrows at the man who'd spoken behind you, your head turning so you can look at the man who'd dragged you here. You feel your heart beat jump at the compliment. No one like Graves had ever said something like that to you. No one had ever done anything like this for you.

The elf nods and snaps his fingers, revealing a tape measure. Without any hesitation the elf moves to you and guides the tape measure to wrap around your chest.

“I'll leave you with Ed...”

Graves whispers as he pats your shoulder lightly, his face contorting to a small grin that's rarely seen.

“... I look forward to seeing the end result.”  

He leaves you without so much as a second glance, the tiny house elf peering up at you as his eyes look to the number of space he's going to need for your chest.

“hmm.”

is all he says with a knowing nod, his hands snapping once more so he can move the tape measure to your shoulders.

He doesn't speak the whole entire time he does any of this, instead he just lets a faint 'hmm' pass his lips. The whole time you feel a bit awkward, you feel as if you should say something. As if just standing there wasn't good enough, but you can't bring yourself to speak one word. Instead, you stand there and let the elf do his thing.

The process goes on for a few minutes as he mentally takes down each measurement, but once he's done you really see the elf do this thing. He turns away from you and with a few waves of his hands fabric flies through the air. Before you each fabric of his choosing comes together. Ever piece of fabric coming together as it stitches to become one of the nicest suits you'd ever seen. It comes together on a mannequin forming something you would've only wished to wear.

Something you never thought someone like you would wear.

“It's wonderful.”

You whisper in awe, your feet carrying you towards the fabric slowly, your eyes unable to look at anything else. You look to the elf after a while and smile.

“You did a great job.”

Your awe makes him smile.

“Well try it on and we will see if I did a good job.”

When he makes this suggestion you feel a bit of anxiety pull at your heartstrings, but you don't fight the elf on his suggestion. Instead you reach for the suit and take it off of the mannequin before disappearing into one of the changing areas.

With shaking hands you put on the suit. First one leg than another. Than one arm after another, and before you know it you're buttoning it all up. You don't look in the mirror when you've finished putting it on. Instead you're eager to see the elf who'd done so much work, but when you open the door to the changing room and take a step out into the room it's another gaze that captures your finished look.

“Oh my...”

Percival Graves whispers with as much awe as you'd had when you saw the suit for the first time.

“... You look perfect.”

At first you don't know what to say to the compliment. You'd never heard one as sincere as his.

“Thank you?”

You find yourself asking in response, your brows furrowing as you look at the man you'd worked with for years. The man you'd become very close with.

“I mean it (Y/N) you were great before. You were, but now you're perfect. Now you dress the way you were meant to. Now you can show the world just how much power you hold.”

Looking at him you feel a smile pull at the corners of your lips. Before this you thought clothes were just clothes, but now you saw something more. You saw that this reflected who you were and who you'd always wanted to be. You knew it wasn't about looking the part, it was about feeling like you were the part.

“Why are you doing this for me Graves?”

You ask as the man smiles at you. As he looks at you and feels proud that you're everything he's dreamed for you to be. That you finally feel good, the way he wants you to feel.

“Because...”

He whispered in return.

“... If anyone deserves to feel like their best selves it's you. I can think of no one who deserves it more.”

You feel your eyes move to the ground when he says this. Not because you're ashamed or because you're embarrassed, but because you've never known someone who cared about you quite like he did.

It was a feeling that was foreign.

But it was a feeling you enjoyed.

One you'd never let go of.

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I forgot to tell you when I read it, but Hatred was so good! 💕

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Bar Stools.

Requested: “  Hi! Do you think that you could write a Graves x Read where the reader is a flapper or a showgirl or a whore or something like that...?”

Requested by: The awesome @this-is-so-not-okay

Warnings: None

Word count: 2302

The night life was the only life you'd ever wanted. It was as if the lights of the city, the sounds of the passing automobiles and club atmosphere made your heart soar.

It was where you came to life.

Where you felt like your life was yours.

But all those nights tended to bleed into one big mess lately. You were struggling to find excitement in your life. You were struggling to figure out where you fit in. Where you needed to go from here, but no amount of time seemed to bring you any satisfaction. Not enough nights working at night could bring you to life.

Not until you saw him.

It had be your (e/c) that had caught his attention when he'd walked into that bar on that particular night. It had been the way they lit up when you danced, when you laughed, when you looked at the world in awe. Despite all you'd been through, all the lonely nights you still looked pure to him.

Untouched by torment.

The torment he knew all too well.

Percival Graves had been dead for years, dead but still living after the events with Grindelwald. It was as if he had died and there was no way to be revived until he saw you. It had been your fifth hour working when he'd strolled in. It was the end of the day for him, and he was surrounded by a few men wearing suits that were almost as impressive as his. You'd looked at him the moment he walked in, as if your eyes were pulled to his.

As if you were destined to find each other.

On that day.

On that night.

You were wearing a red flapper dress with lipstick that was the same shade. Your makeup had withstood hours of dancing, your hair still in place. To him you were the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen. A pretty beacon of hope dressed to the nines.

He watched you closely as you danced, his eyes remaining on you even when you dared to look away. When you found that you couldn't handle one more moment under his brown eyes. It was as if you were two magnets that were pulsating towards each other. Two pieces desperate for the other.

You had to know his name.

He had to know yours.

So when you headed to break, you found you heal clad feet taking you towards him. Normally you weren't brave enough to talk to someone as attractive to him, but after a series of bland nights you couldn't deny yourself the opportunity to seek out the person who had made you feel so much with one look. Heading to the bar you move through the sea of people, your body grazing nameless faces until you reach the one who's name you desired so deeply.

“Excuse me?”

Your voice whispered. From across the room you'd been much braver, but now, it was hard to look at the handsome stranger and not feel slightly intimidated. But even though you were quiet he still heard you.

Turning to face you his eyes locked with yours slowly, his gaze making you feel like the most important person in the room. He studied your face first before falling over your body, his lips tugging into a faint smirk at the sight of your red dress up close. He'd admired you from afar, but up close you were more perfect than he could've ever hoped for.

“My name is Percival Graves...”

He states looking at you, his smile widening when he answers your question before you even had the chance to utter it.

“... What's yours?”

The question is simple enough, but it feels complicated all of a sudden. His gaze seems to fluster you for a moment, his handsome face suddenly more intimidating than it was before. Blinking a few times you force your brain to work and your mouth to move.

“(y/n).”

You whisper in response your hand extending out to shake his before you have the chance to think better of it. The man in front of you, the man who called himself Percival Graves, was one you'd heard all about. You might not work for Macusa, but every wizard in New York had heard about the disappearance of Percival Graves. And looking at him now you wonder how you didn't recognize him before you'd said anything to him.

“What a lovely name for a lovely girl.”

His response is perfect, as if he'd rehearsed it from a play. As if his words were picked just so you'd feel your heart skip a beat. A beat that took your breath away as you look at him. You weren't the type to fall for that kind of thing. You weren't the type to go weak in the knees for a man you'd just met.

A man you knew nothing about.

But here you stood and your heart was racing.

“You're one smooth talker.”

You reply with a shy smile, one that makes his heart tense up. It had been so long since he'd something that sincere. In all his years working for Macusa he'd become a bit bitter. He'd seen too much and known such hell that it had damaged his soul in ways he couldn't quite comprehend. But looking at you now he felt something within him shift slightly.

“If you think that's good you should try having a drink with me...”

He states with a smile, one that you can see he's not worn for a while. It looks good on him, but you can see how foreign it is. There's time that's weighed heavily on him, but it only intrigues you more.

“... I can be quite the smooth talker after a few shots of giggle water.”

You feel your lips pull into a big smile when he says this, your brows furrowing slightly. He didn't look like the type to drink giggle water. No, he seemed much more like a hard liquior man, but apart of you wondered what his laugh sounded like.

Could a man with a job like his really laugh?

How long had it been?

So without hesitation you move to sit next to him at the bar, your head resting in your hand as you look over at him.

“Mr. Graves, are you asking me to have a drink with you?”

Your question causes his smile to grow, a nod following behind it.

“I couldn't imagine anyone else I would like to have a drink with.”

Looking at him you feel your cheeks redden slightly. It had been so long since you'd had a drink with someone like this. With someone who could illicit such response from you with so few words. It was addicting, being near him, and you knew that you wanted more.

“Well who am I to deny the director of magical security?”

You ask as you gesture to Larry, the house elf on duty. You go to order the drinks, but Percival orders them before you and shoots you another small grin.

“Do you come here often?”

He asks when the drinks are placed  before you. He takes a shot of the giggle water and offers a laugh that makes your heart skip a beat once more. The laugh you'd heard for a mere moment had been one of the best sounds you'd ever heard. You could only imagine what it sounded like when he really laughed. What it would be like to see him smile for more than a moment.

“Yeah, I work here.”

You respond after watching him for a moment longer than you meant to. You take your own shot after you respond, your laugh as wonderful to him as it was to you. He nods in response before ordering another shot.

“Do you enjoy working here?”

He asks without hesitation or judgment, something that surprised you. Sitting next to you was the right hand man of president Picquery. A man who had a big career and a big name for himself, while you worked at a club. You barely made ends meet, but that didn't seem to matter to him. The wizard from a famous family looked at you as if you were on the same level as him. As if you were an auror with honor.

“Yeah I love it here. I like working at night. Something about it makes me feel alive...”

You pause when you see him nod, his eyes seeming to lock with yours when you mentioning feeling alive. As if he envied you for being able to feel that way when he couldn’t.

When he hasn't for so long.

“... What about you Mr. Graves, you enjoy working where you work?”

At first your question takes him aback and you can see it in his face. A look of shock as he thinks of how to respond. No one else had asked him this question... or at least they hadn't in a long time.

It takes him a few minutes of pondering before he replies to your question. A few minutes of him truly thinking of what to say.

“No...”

He says after a while before drinking another shot and letting out another small laugh.

“... I used to but then I went missing. I went missing for a whole year and not a damn person noticed. It was hard to come back knowing that no one noticed until some wizard I didn't even know exposed the man pretending to be me.”

When he finishes speaking a small part of your heart breaks. You can feel it the moment he utters the words. You could see how terrible he must feel... How horrible it must've been to have no one notice you were gone when you thought you knew the people you worked with.

“I'm sorry...”

Your lips move in caution, as if you're afraid that any sorrow could be perceived as pity.

“... That is something no one should have to go through.”

A part of you feels as if your words sound stupid when you say them, because honestly there weren't enough words in the world to take away the pain he must be feeling. The pain of knowing people you worked with hadn't realized it. He nods faintly, but you can see a slight sadness as he looks at you in awe.

When you were sad you danced to forget the pain. You knew Percival probably handled forgetting pain differently, but in this moment you know exactly what would cheer him up.

You stand up from your seat the moment the thought crosses your mind, your hands outstretching to his.

“Mr. Graves it would seem that you're in desperate need for a good time. But lucky for you I know all about how to have a good time.”

His brow furrows as you help him out of his seat, his body suddenly uncomfortable. He knows what you want to do, but isn't sure of what to make of it. But you don't give him a chance to deny you a dance. Instead you drag him from the bar stools and pull him to the center of the dance floor. A catchy jazz number just began to start as you keep his hands in yours, your feet dictating the footwork of the dance.

He begins the dance awkwardly, his brown orbs on your feet as he attempts to learn the dance steps on his own. It takes only a few seconds for him to pick up on them though and soon enough he's moving with you, your hands locked together. You smile up at the man who'd been so sad only moments before. The man at the bar who'd had to drink something in order to laugh again. The same man now smiling as you move together. He laughs when he spins you, your hands falling on his chest when you need to steady yourself.

The dance lasted for minutes but it felt like mere seconds. Seconds that you'd wished hadn't came and gone so soon. But you look up at him, with your hands still firmly planted on his chest his smile remains on his face.

Instead of looking sad he looks down at you. He's breathless and his hair falls loosely in his face as he stares at you in wonder. For a moment you can see that he wants to kiss you, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to ruin it.

Whatever is happening between the both of you in this moment.

“(y/n)...”

He rasps as he thinks of the right words to say, but before he can say anything else you decide to make the first move. Your lips find his and everything clicks together. He kisses you back with everything he has. With everything you give him.

And when it's finished he looks down at you and whispers something that lets you know this would hardly be the last time you saw each other.

“.... If it were alright with you, do you think I could let you show me a good time again? Do you think you'd be up for the challenge?”

A laugh escapes your lips as you nod and find your breath again.

“I would love to...”

You murmur in bliss. You didn't want to let him feel sad again and you'd make it your mission to help him in anyway you could. So as you looked up at him you know for certain what your response will be and that it will be the beginning of something wonderful.

“... Besides I always like a good challenge.”

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Hi! I'm REALLY enjoying your Percival Graves fanfics! I haven't read fan fiction for a long time, and I love finding good ones to come back to, bless your cotton socks! And there's just something about Percival Graves that just... *sigh* I was wondering if I could make a request for a Percival Graves fanfic, where the reader is keeping a secret from him, and he has to chase them down and try and make them talk! Make it as cute and as fluffy as you like, I love that kind of thing! :)

Hey! Thank you so so much for enjoying my works so far!! I would love to write this up for you! I will get right on it and I really hope you enjoy the finished product :D