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tina-mairin-goldstein · 6 months ago

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@sarcasticsciencefictionwriter tagged me! Thanks for the tag!

How many fics do you have on AO3?

20.

2. What's your total word count on AO3?

211,799.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Hannibal (TV), Fantastic Beasts, Doctor Strange, and Pokémon.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

His Shadow Suspended on Dust (Hannibal TV, Will/Hannibal)- 182

Autumnal (Hannibal TV, Will/Hannibal)- 154

For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind) (Hannibal TV, Will/Hannibal)- 71

Estivel (Hannibal TV, Will/Hannibal)- 70

The Kissing Bough- 45

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I do! When I first started out, I was very nervous and shy, so I didn't always, but I try to respond to every comment. Unless you pester me about updating. I'm not going to respond to any of those any more.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No Man in the Mirror (Fantastic Beasts)- It's about Percival Graves thinking of the man he was before Grindelwald, and deciding that man was gone, hence the title. He no longer sees that man in the mirror, no longer sees anyone.

Or, Haven't Been the Same (Since I Expired), another FB Percival story where his identity has been stripped away, and he, um, sort of steals Grindelwald's, becoming Grindelwald himself.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm, I think it would depend on how you classify it, so here are the three:

More (Harry Potter, Luna/Rolf)- Luna and Rolf get their twins at the end, after suffering through a lot of heartache to have them.

The Kissing Bough (Fantastic Beasts, Newt/Tina)- It's a SOD ending extended scene with a Newtina kiss. So that's happy, I guess.

For Remembrance (Holes in the Floor of the Mind) (Hannibal TV, Will/Hannibal)- Uh, won't spoil, but after Hannibal gets amnesia, they eventually get to a happy place.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, don't write smut. I recently wrote two sex scenes in La Sposa del Mostro, but I don't think they count as smut. They weren't particularly detailed. Kind of cringe, actually, but I've got a body count of zero, so that's to be expected.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one?

Another hard one! I would say probably my Hannibal/Caraval crossover, or one that's in the early stages with Hannibal/The Third Day (HBO). Probably the latter, considering I have not actually seen The Third Day, just snippets, though both have psychological things that tie in nicely.

Oh, wait, or my Pokémon Anime/The Jewel by Amy Ewing. It's like a magical, less graphic version of The Handmaid's Tale crossed over with Pokémon XYZ anime. So yeah, that one's crazy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Trying to with sarcasticsciencefiction writer, but I think I'm just going to have to suck it up and write the Winchester boys myself.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm dividing this between straight and gay couples, because it's tied.

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter and Newt Scamander/Tina Goldstein (closely followed by The Ancient One/Kaecilius).

15. What are your writing strengths?

Violence, action, gore, certain emotions.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor, certain emotions, romance.

17. Thoughts writing dialogue in another language?

I like putting it in, especially when I have a character whose native language isn't English, or if they know a lot of different languages. I'll place a note at the bottom with the translation.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon Adventures. My favorite childhood fandom.

19. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh, wwwwhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

His Shadow Suspended on Dust (Hannibal TV, post-fall Will/Hannibal omega verse). I love the tone I got it set in, even if I don't really like writing from Jack's POV.

(Beneath the Brine, my first Hannibal fic, will always have a special place, though)

No-pressure tagging- @keepmeinmind-01, @creative-girl, @pragnificent, @inastarlesssky, and any of my other mutuals who write fics (I don't know if you do, to be honest).

#tag game #fanfiction #my writing #thanks for the tag!

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ao3feed-grammander · 2 years ago

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Addiction

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gLcrv5x

by Anonymous

Newt loves Percival like fish loves water.

He also likes Percival's dick.

Words: 1611, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Office Blow Jobs, Shameless Smut, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Bottom Newt Scamander, Top Original Percival Graves, Smitten Newt Scamander, Smitten Original Percival Graves, Service Top Percival Graves, That not being a tag is a crime, Auror Tina Goldstein, but she's here for like, three paragraphs or something

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gLcrv5x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #grammander #fbawtft

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ao3feed-reesefinch · 2 years ago

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my least favorite detective

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8zwN2t4

by MartenHood

"a slight change" a little place to put my stupid police fics and stuff.

Enjoy reading!

Words: 3685, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: True Detective, Batman (Movies - Nolan), Blitz (2011), The Mentalist, The Chicago Code (TV 2011), Hannibal (TV), Minority Report (2002), The Untouchables (1987), Deja Vu (2006), Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Rustin "Rust" Cohle, Raymond "Ray" Velcoro, Harvey Dent, Jim Gordon, Tom Brant, Barry Weiss, Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Caleb Evers, Jarek Wysocki, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Giuseppe Petri | George Stone, Eliot Ness, Harold Finch, John Reese, Doug Carlin, Carroll Oerstadt

Relationships: Rustin "Rust" Cohle/Raymond "Ray" Velcoro, Harvey Dent/Jim Gordon, Tom Brant/Barry Weiss, Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon, Caleb Evers/Jarek Wysocki, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, John Anderton & Danny Witwer, Eliot Ness/Giuseppe Petri | George Stone, Doug Carlin/Carroll Oerstadt, Harold Finch/John Reese

Additional Tags: Angst, Some Humor, Drinking, Love/Hate, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, References to Drugs, References to Depression, Ray and Rust really need a hug, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Men showing their vulnerable side, the author ignored the entire plot of the two seasons just to ship them, One Shot Collection, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Bottom Original Percival Graves, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Original Percival Graves - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Ray Velcoro, Wet Dream, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, First Kiss, Accidental Kissing, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Neighbors

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8zwN2t4

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #person of interest #reese/finch #harold finch #john reese #harold finch/john

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cupcakefoggy · 4 years ago

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...and guess how many of those I wrote 😭

#gradence #gravebone #credence barebone #credence x graves #Bottom Percival Graves #WHERE IS ALL THE TOP CREDENCE Y'ALL #c'mon people #fanfic #percival graves #colin farrell #fandom #writer problems #pls help #fantastic beats and where to find them

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queenletalestrange · 6 years ago

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Grindelwald: *kidnaps Graves*

Seraphina: sir that’s my emotional support bottom

#bottom percival graves #original percival graves #percival graves #seraphina picquery #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fbawtft #fbwtft #fb

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solosclark · 6 years ago

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Percival: Daddy could you please pass the salt

*Mr. Graves and Newt both reach for the salt*

Newt: Sure beautiful

Mr. Graves: Yes dar-- wait. What

Newt: I can explain--

Percival: I'm pregnant

#mpreg #bottom percival rights!#gramander #bottom percival graves #granewt #thank you alia #incorrect gramander

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mr-scamandercest · 6 years ago

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"I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time

So bottoms up, let's forget tonight

You'll find another and you'll be just fine

Let her go"

-Dean Lewis “Be Alright”

#fantastic beast #fantastic beast and where to find them #fantastic beast: the crimes of grindelwald #newt scamander #theseus scamander #bottom!newt #newt x theseus #theseus x newt #top!theseus #dean lewis #be alright #sad #percival graves #leta lestrange #scamandercest

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years ago

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Wacky Drabbles: Time of your life

Books: The Royal Romance 2

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None

Pairing: None

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up on the wacky drabbles here.

Disclaimer

The Wacky Drabbles from @emceesynonymroll prompt “Me? Scared? Never.”

Chapter Summary: Jessica returns to Ramsford to get ready for the Engagement tour

Song inspiration: I've had - Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes

Word count: 2,265 according to google. As always forgive my typos and grammatical errors.

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Beaumont Estate - Maxwell’s dance studio

“This is fucken stupid!” Jessica shouted back in frustration.

“Blossom, come out, Maxwell said pleadingly, trying desperately to diffuse the situation.

“Fuck this, I am done!” Jessica yelled before she began to sob. The sound filled the Beaumont dance studio.

Maxwell ran to the changing room door and said, “Blossom, I hate when you cry but we can’t work on your dance moves from the changing room. Please! Pretty please with a cherry on top and a hand full of sprinkles!”

The doorknob turned and Jessica slowly opened the door, wiping away her tears. Jessica was dressed in her ‘Take it to the Max’ dance shirt, tights, and dance shoes.

“Now that this tantrum is over, let’s start again.” Bertrand shouted with frustration in his voice as he walked over to the sound speaker and pressed play.

And the song began to fill the studio.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life

No, I never felt like this before

Yes I swear it’s the truth

And I owe it all to you”

Maxwell started to mambo over to Jessica in the corner of the room.

“Lady Jessica, mambo to Maxwell” Bertrand ordered. Jessica sighed and she started swaying her hips to the music, starting to mambo.

Maxwell and Jessica met at the center of the room. He held in his arms and dipped her effortlessly. Keeping in time before returning to the mambo steps.

“Blossom, salsa side steps, you know this!”

Jessica began to salsa sidestep and said, “My people created Salsa.. if I couldn’t do it my parents would be rolling over in their graves.”

Maxwell smiled and said, “ Well this makes the job easier.”

“So this is our plan to get Liam to notice me?” Jessica muttered, not feeling confident in the plan.

“We speak through dance Jessie,” Maxwell assured with a grin.

“I will be damned if we do not go down without a fight! There will be a Beaumont Queen!” Bertrand shouted as Maxwell and Jessica picked up the pace.

“Bertrand, this whole thing is about Liam noticing me and maybe seeing if he misses me or something like that,” Jessica said as she looked at the ground.

“Blossom, this is my box and that’s your box. Stay in your box.” Maxwell lightly scolded, his teaching the opposite of his brother’s aggressive side.

Jessica dramatically creased Maxwell’s body, Maxwell repeated the move on Jessica and put her into a half turn. He whispered “Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

Jessica danced backward as did Maxwell.

“I want to see that Goddamn lift! Maxwell Percival Beaumont. That Blonde-haired barrier is stiff as a rod! You have hips, Lady Jessica, use them!” Bertrand shouted, scowling at the dance.

Jessica ran to Maxwell and jumped, Maxwell, lifted her into the air effortlessly as Jessica struggled to keep her legs straight.

Bertrand walked over and got closer. “Lady Jessica…You look like you are a squid without water trying to get back in the ocean flapping about! Tighten that core!”

“Squeeze that New York apple bottom,” Maxwell added.

Jessica squeezed and was able to maintain her posture. Maxwell slowly let her down.

“Good job Blossom!”

“That was sloppy again.” Bertrand scolded with a frown.

“Bertrand, I got it! Why are you being so a fucken asshole?! I have been in Bertrand boot camp for a month! I know all the forks… and spoons. I can speak wine like a snob. What else is there to learn?! How to have a stick up my ass?! Because the clear winners here are Regina and Madeline!”

Jessica felt tears stinging her eyes again. “I want to go home, forget it! Liam doesn’t love me. He probably doesn’t even want to hear from me. Thanks to that fuck face Tariq. I totally will dick punch him when I get the chance. Why did I let you talk me out of going home?!”

Bertrand walked over and put his hands on the shoulder and shook them “Pull yourself together.”

“Jessie, maybe we should just have fun? He is my friend but it doesn’t always have to be about him.” Maxwell assured.

Jessica bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Alright…But only if the Sergeant silverware isn’t going to yell at me every 5 seconds!”

Bertrand scoffed, “I’m simply instructing you on how to properly carry yourself. You’re a Beaumont now, your image is our image. I-”

Maxwell interrupted him, “Bro… it could be worse. She is getting it. Maybe you should just sit this one out? Blossom is a quick learner and everyone learns differently…Maybe she’d do better if she didn’t feel like she was being judged?”

Bertrand let out an offended huff. “Fine. If you think you can teach this New Yorker how to be proper nobility better than me, be my guest Brother.” He scowled as he folded his arms.

Maxwell beamed as he went back to the stereo, turning it on again.

“This time, pretend it’s just you and me having fun!”

Jessica eyed him skeptically, her eyes looking to Bertrand before Maxwell called her back to attention.

“Eyes on me.” He sauntered over to her, easily gliding and swaying his hips with each step. Jessica slowly eased herself back into their previous dance.

Her hips moved a bit more fluidly as she got into it.

“Woah! That’s it, Blossom!” He cheered her on as they met, spinning her as her legs danced beneath her.

“Alright, take it home!” Maxwell lifted Jessica up, this time, she tried balancing herself. Sucking in her stomach to have better form.

“Ha! See? I knew that would help.” Maxwell smiled as he sat her back down. Bertrand raised a brow.

“Well, you looked slightly less awkward. Nothing to congratulate you on considering your form is still stiff.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do great. I just know it!” Maxwell said.

Engagement tour Fydelia

Bertrand put his hands on Jessica shoulders “Now go have time of your life! No one slanders the name of our house without a tongue lashing. Or dance routine.”

“Don’t worry, I got this,” Jessica affirmed. “Heck yes! Show them how Beaumont’s do it!” Maxwell said.

The song changed and Maxwell and Jessica nodded at one another, slinking onto the dance floor. Everyone parted as they watched them stand to either side of each other.

At Regina and Constantine’s table

Regina said, “Constantine there are rumors circulating among the guards that Bastien did some research on Lady Jessica maybe more… why?“

Constantine said, “Very well, I wanted to know who this honorary Beaumont is. She is studying to be a professor of sorts top of her class, a blue-collar family. Her mother died when she was 14 or 15 Ovarian cancer. Her brothers and father raised her they are the New York equivalent to the King's guard. Her father was shot to death in the street when she was 19. Clearly, she is dazzled by our world she doesn’t fit into it. She isn’t refined like we are she never traveled anywhere outside of the United States before she came here. I am glad I was able to save Liam from the humiliation of a wife that will surely embarrass him with some missed step. Madeline is the perfect fit for Queen she would be doing it now if it wasn’t for Leo so I fixed it. Now she will be with Liam. He will grow to love her or bear it.”

Regina looked at Jessica smiling in Maxwell’s arms as they dance and said, “Well she certainly learned pretty fast look at her.”

Constantine rolled his eyes and said Regina “Survival I suppose. One last hope to marry into nobility. Let Lord Beaumont marry her if he pleases he has affection for her. Or she can just be passed around in court till the men have had their fun with her. Lady Jessica is nothing more than Liam’s lapdog a whore he will grow tired of her as the tour progresses.”

Regina whispered back “Well he is staring at her like a man in love. I don’t think this is a phase, Constantine. He has seemed very sullen as of late perhaps maybe he will come to an arrangement with her? Madeline is not opposed she suggested it.”

Constantine threw his napkin on the table and said, “Whatever gets it out of his system. Liam will exercise caution at all times! There will be no Rys bastard child from that union. Remind him of that! A child won’t be recognized anyway I made sure of that. However, Regina accidents happen all the time. It can happen now, later or when the situation dictates an unfortunate turn of events. I will get rid of it and her one way or another.”

Regina looked at Constantine in shock and said, “Surely you don’t mean-”

Constantine looked at Liam and said, “Regina the less you know the better but talk sense into him we can’t have him pining away for her in public look at him he hasn’t shown any affection towards Madeline and that simply can not be. Liam is in for a rude awakening. I signed several laws he won’t be able to overturn. I made it impossible for him to get out of this and get a divorce. Leo embarrassed me enough people will doubt the monarch with yet another broken engagement. Liam foolishly hangs on to hope and the idea of love. Liam is King and Madeline will be his Queen end of the story.”

Back on the dance floor…

Jessica’s hips swayed to the beat as her feet mamboed over to Maxwell who matched her movements. The whole room watched in interest as the dance partners met hand in hand. Gliding on the dance floor as the song progressed.

Maxwell spun Jessica before pulling her back in to whisper, “You’re doing great Jessie. Bring it on the home.”

Jessica took a deep breath, making her movements as strong and sensual as possible. Knowing damn well that Liam was watching. She leaped into Maxwell’s arms and was hoisted above his head with ease. She lengthened her body and activated her core.

She saw Bertrand give her a confident and proud nod. Right before her eyes met with the man of the hour himself…

“Hm…How…Commonly entertaining.” Madeline gave with a poker face as she danced. Meanwhile, Liam couldn’t take his eyes from Jessica the entire dance.

Liam and Madeline coldly graced the dance floor during their number. Madeline spoke up, “Now Darling, you are staring at her. Remember our agreement. See her if you must but remember who is the wife and who is the whore.”

Liam whispered in Madeline’s ear “I’m not your ‘darling’ and I never will be.” Liam smirked and said, “Whore… you forget my brother was once your fiancé he said you were very easy and actually very dull in bed. He also added it didn’t take much convincing and you gave yourself to him in less than an hour…that’s pretty loose behavior I think.”

“Your brother shared details about my relationship with him? Madeline looked across the room and saw Leo standing across who gave her a cocky smirk and mouth the words to her “Slut.” Madeline turns beet red as she glared at Leo who again flashed a cocky smirk and mouthed “Fuck you.” at her.

Liam laughed and said, “I believe his words were Madeline just laid there and was nothing more thing just a place to stick my dick in. I had to think of someone else to be done with it. That makes you sloppy seconds Madeline. What do you call a woman that sleeps with one brother out of interest and turns around and tries to do the same to the other because it will elevate her social status?”

Madeline whispered back ” Fine so intimacy between us will just serve one purpose to guarantee an heir get your fun elsewhere. Liam she common whatever could you possibly see in her that you can’t grow to see in me?”

“Jessica lights up a room with a smile. I see love and warmth in her. She would do anything to put a smile on my face and she never expects anything in return. She sees Liam the man, not Liam the king. Madeline, you are absolutely frigid and you do nothing without careful calculation. You have no personality…no spark you maybe noble but YOU are the common one here.”

Jessica and Maxwell finished dancing and walked off the floor, a few nobles clapping at their display.

Jessica turned around and noticed Liam was staring at her and she was just about to smile at him when Madeline noticed they had locked eyes and cupped Liam’s face. Kissing him on the lips just to spite. Liam could see the hurt in her eyes and he was heartbroken and felt utterly helpless.

Madeline grinned and coldly said, “I have the counsel approval and she doesn’t. It’s in your best interest for you to understand Jessica will never really be yours that is unless the commoner agrees to be with you in secret.”

Adelaide clapped and loudly boasted, “Look at this happy couple! Finally, darling, if you didn’t kiss him I would have!”

“Madeline, you are pitiful,” Liam whispered.

Madeline smirked at Liam then said, “Don’t cross me, Liam. She must learn her place. Take what you can which is an affair I will turn a blind eye to. Make me look like a fool and I will go after her.”

Jessica turned face hiding the tears forming in her eyes. They moved off the dance floor with Maxwell and Bertrand walking behind settling in a corner.

Liam’s eyes began to water and he quickly walked off the dance floor and out to the fire pit.

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ao3feed-grammander · 2 years ago

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Addiction

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gaqvwD3

by Anonymous

Newt loves Percival like fish loves water.

He also likes a certain appendage of Percival's.

Words: 1611, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gaqvwD3

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #grammander #fbawtft

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knightsimp · 4 years ago

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Recovery (2/2)

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Summery: You were right; that was not Percival Graves. So, what are you going to do about it?

Genre: Angst + fluff (I think it’s a sweet ending :D)

Word Count: 2600+

Date Posted: February 14, 2021 (Happy Valentine’s Day!)

Note: None

Part One: Link

“How do you think she is doing, Teenie?” Queenie found herself asking as she and Tina made their way to (Y/N)’s apartment.

“I’m not sure, but I regret not staying with her for a couple of days.” The girls had no idea what (Y/N) was up to; she had not turned up for work, understandably, for the last five days. Now that it was Friday, they were able to check up on her.

The sisters looked at each other before Tina knocked on (Y/N)’s door. They chose not to apparate to avoid scaring her.

“It’s open!” (Y/N)’s muffled voice came through the door. When they entered the apartment, they did not expect such a mess.

The kitchen was a mess, first of all. Pots and pans everywhere, and unwashed dishes piled the sink.

“In here!” (Y/N) called from the room at the end of the corridor: the bedroom. The bedroom was not any better than the kitchen. From what can be seen by just looking through the bedroom door, (Y/N)’s bed was not made and a couple garments were dumped onto it. Miscellaneous things, such as her hairbrush and a few pieces of clothing, were piling onto her bedside table.

Tina and Queenie were not prepared to see a spew of papers near the wall which was facing the bed. Tina had not known about (Y/N)’s investigation at all, but Queenie knew and did not realize it would get this far and this bad. The small patch of papers that were pinned on the wall, which had been connected together with red string, had taken over the square-ish area and had started to crawl onto the ceiling.

“Oh my god.” Tina mumbled, looking up at one of the moving snippets from The Daily Prophet.

“Tina! Queenie!” (Y/N) was at the wall where this collection started. “How are you?” It looked as if (Y/N) just rolled out of bed and got to work. And that was exactly what has been happening the last several days.

“We’re doing alright, (Y/N).” Queenie hesitated for a moment. “How are you?” (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

“Tired mostly. I haven’t slept in a couple days, but look! I have made so much progress!” Queenie looked around and found two empty mugs which were, no doubt, once filled with coffee. Tina snapped out of her memorization of the ceiling.

“Progress?” Tina asked, raising an eyebrow. She slowly put the pieces together. “(Y/N),” pause, “are you trying to figure out where Mr. Graves is?” (Y/N) smile dropped for a moment while she averted her gaze downward. Her enthusiastic smile became a sad one as she fiddled with the delicate gold charm that Percival had gifted to her for a birthday.

“Well, of course.” (Y/N) looked back at them, speaking softly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“First, you need to go take a shower.” Tina went behind (Y/N) and pushed her shoulders out of the bedroom to the nearby bathroom. “I don’t mean to be insensitive, but you really do stink. We can smell you from across the room and it is a long room.”

“Tina’s right!” Queenie agreed, looking at them. “You need to take care of yourself, (Y/N). You are not going to make much progress when you are unconscious from a lack of sleep and proper food.” Before (Y/N) could say anything, Queenie added, “And yes, regardless of what you think, you do need a little freshening up.” With a little more arguing, (Y/N) agreed to at least take a shower. Queenie handed (Y/N) some clothes to change into before she entered her bathroom.

Tina continued to awe at (Y/N)’s investigating. She knew (Y/N) was a brilliant detective, but this was beyond what she thought. She followed it down from the ceiling to the original wall. In the middle of the wall was where everything was connecting to; a photo of (Y/N) and Percival at the Blind Pig. After being constantly reprimanded by Percival, who was really Grindelwald, when he was around, it surprised her that she did not notice the differences between him and the real Percival sooner. Percival was very intimidating and dominating, yes, but he still cared about his subordinates. Grindelwald could not care less unless it was meddling his involvement in MACUSA.

As Tina looked closer into the snippets of newspaper, she noticed how (Y/N) had been investigating all over the city. No doubt she was going to all of these locations. Once a location was visited, it seemed like (Y/N) would pin or make notes on the snippet.

“No way.”

“Possible, but not probable”

These were only the very general notes being made. It looked like (Y/N) was also communicating with Theseus Scamander in London to make some inquiries in Europe, but nothing came of that.

Tina did not realize how long she was gawking at (Y/N)’s work until she heard the shower stop.

(Y/N) looked as if she was in deep thought when she exited the bathroom. She definitely looked, and smelled, fresher than before.

“(Y/N)?” Tina tried to call out to her. “Are you okay?”

“(Y/N), are you sure?” Queenie came around the corner, overhearing (Y/N) thoughts. “Is that a likely place?”

“What is a likely place?” (Y/N) looked up at Tina.

“You know how while you take shower or a bath, it is easy to let your mind wander?” Tina nodded. “I think...” She trailed off, again seemingly trying to make sense of her thoughts.

“You think Mr. Graves is at MACUSA!” Queenie gasped.

“What?” Tina exclaimed. “Explain!”

“There is nowhere else he can be, Tina!” (Y/N) was right, but also sounded like she was grasping at straws. “I have scavenged the city for signs. I even had someone in London make secret inquiries for me. And it is absolutely something Grindelwald would do. If anyone was going to look for the real Percival, they were not going to search MACUSA, a place swarming with talented aurors. And it makes it easier to get ingredients for the Polyjuice potion. No one is going to question Percival Graves if they spot him walking through the building.”

“That is actually genius.” Tina mumbled before clearing her throat. “But where would he be? Like you said, MACUSA always has aurors in the building.”

“MACUSA is big and has been running for decades! There has to be some abandoned areas that are no longer required for work.”

“We can always check.” Queenie suggested. “All three of us work in that building.”

“Though, depending on how large the search area is, we may need help from Picquery.” (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek. Might as well.

The sun was starting to set when the three women arrived at MACUSA.

“You two stay out here.” (Y/N) told the sisters. “I can’t have you two getting in trouble, especially you, Tina; you just got your job back as an auror.”

(Y/N) stormed into President Picquery’s office. She did not mean to, but her adrenaline took over. The President was clearly in the middle of some sort of meeting. She looked peeved, to say the least.

“Miss (L/N),” she started sternly. “I am glad to see you are feeling better, that being said-”

“Madame President-”

“-I am in the middle of something-”

“I may have figured out where Percival Graves is, ma’am.” The room went silent. “The real Percival Graves.” Picquery’s expression turned from annoyed to serious.

“Gentlemen, we can reschedule, but I must talk with Miss (L/N) this instant.” The two men in suits left and closed the door behind them, leaving (Y/N) to Seraphina’s mercy. “Miss (L/N).” She let a bit of silence go by. “I’m listening.”

“I believe Percival may be in this building.” Seraphina leaned back in her chair and sighed.

“And what is your proof?”

“The lack of any. Madame President, when I tell you that I have scoured the whole city looking for him, I mean it; that is not an exaggeration. I have been making inquiries in Europe and no one has found anything.” Seraphina continued to stare at her. “Please, at least humor me.”

“And where would he be, (Y/N), if he is in fact here?”

“That is the big question, ma’am; that is why I am here in your office.” She purposefully kept Tina and Queenie out of it to avoid any repercussions they may face if she is wrong. “In my investigation into this theory, I wondered if there are any abandoned areas here in MACUSA. A building and organization this old cannot still be using all of it’s floors.” Then, the realization seemed to hit Seraphina.

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but you may be onto something, (L/N).” She stood up from her chair and went to the front of her desk, leaning against it. “Some of the lowest floors have not been used in a long time. At least five or six floors. No one goes down there anymore; there is no need.” She led (Y/N) to the door. “I am sending five people to each floor immediately. You and the Goldstein's gather two more aurors and start the search.” (Y/N) wanted to ask how she knew the Goldstein sisters were involved, but quickly shut her mouth. “If you’re wrong, this is a waste of a lot of manpower. People are finishing up their shifts and will be very upset to be searching a good portion of our building when they could be going home.”

“Then, let's hope that I’m not wrong.” Seraphina nodded before heading off to the main floor. Tina and Queenie came closer, seeing as the coast was clear.

“Miss Goldstein-”

“Find two other aurors and we’ll meet you at the elevator.” Queenie glanced at both the president and (Y/N) before leaving Tina with (Y/N).

“(Y/N)?” Tina put a hand on her shoulder to stop her for a moment. (Y/N) explained the plan as they made their way to the elevator.

“We don’t know what or who is down here.” Tina warned, talking to everyone, but keeping her eyes on (Y/N). “Stay alert.” The five of them split up, wands in hand, but stayed close enough to see each other in case of an ambush.

The bottom floor of the building, way under sea level, had definitely been abandoned. The remaining desks down there were dusty and untouched. Whatever else they had down there was the same.

After about half-an-hour, (Y/N) was losing hope; she was hanging on to the thought of finding Percival and it was the only thing keeping her going, but her grip was slipping.

In the relatively silent bottom floor of MACUSA, they could hear the echoing of someone yelling. They can barely make it out, but the words which were projected were very clear: “we found him!”

(Y/N) heart dropped to her stomach. She almost did not believe what she heard. Tina and Queenie caught up to (Y/N) as she ran to the cage elevator, though the elevator was way above where she was, giving her ample space to look up.

“Give me a floor!” (Y/N)’s voice cracked as she yelled up the shaft, trying to get through all of the noise. She got responses for many of the aurors, but she got a general answer: three from the bottom. Percival was supposedly only two floors above where she was. Her breathing was getting a little heavy.

She looked at the floor before apparating to it. Her team followed.

“(L/N)!” One of the aurors on the floor called her over. “He’s over here!” (Y/N) almost tripped with how quickly she ran, following the auror. The heels of her shoes made a loud clack every time her feet pummeled onto the floor.

Her heart was pounding, but it really started hitting hard against her ribs when she saw her first glimpses of him. Her running had come to a halt and she slid on her knees in front of him.

The poor man had been through so much. Whatever skin was showing outside of his torn dress pants and ruffled dress shirt was bruised and his face was home to a black eye. His hair and facial hair had grown way past what he would have tolerated if he was in control of it. He stank of blood, sweat, and dirt.

He was not in a cage or cell; he was, instead, shackled to a support beam by his wrists.

“Percy!” (Y/N) gasped out, holding his almost unconscious face in her shaking hands. It looked like he may have been sleeping to pass the time. “Get medical down here!” A couple of aurors nodded and left to get personal from the medical wing. “Percival, please open your eyes.”

Slowly, with whatever energy he had, he opened his eyes. He could believe (Y/N) was sitting in front of him, holding his face so gently. The light coming in from behind her made her look oh-so angelic.

“(Y/N)?” Her name barely passed his lips.

“Percy! Yes, yes! It’s me!” She could not care less that she was crying; hearing his voice again, the real him, brought her to tears. She let a sob escape. “Oh Merlin, I found you! I finally found you!” In her happiness, she planted tender kisses all over his face. She did not notice when Percival mumbled something to her.

“Make way!” The healers had arrived with a gurney, ready to take Percival up to the medical wing. (Y/N) was reluctant to let go of him, but did so. She watched as he was taken away from her.

Queenie, from (Y/N)’s side, gave her a reassuring hug, which the crying auror returned and finally let out her whimpers.

He was found.

This was the real Percival.

He was alive.

And he was going to be okay.

It took about a full day for Percival to become coherent. He was so void of nutrients and fluids; the man was on the brink of dying.

What had happened was clear: once Grindelwald was found out, Percival was no longer needed and he was left down there to die. It was horrifying to think what would have happened if (Y/N) had not had that miscellaneous thought in the shower.

When he awoke, (Y/N) was right there, gently holding onto his bruised hand so as to not hurt him further.

“You’re safe now, Percival,” was the first thing she said to him. “Everything will be alright.” Once again, the light coming from behind her made her look ethereal, as if she was an angel.

His angel.

“I said, I love you.” Percival got out. (Y/N) blinked, thinking she misheard him.

“Percy?”

“I love you, (Y/N) (L/N). I’m not going to let another day pass where I regret telling you that.” (Y/N) looked away, bashful.

“You need to rest.”

“I mean it-”

She pressed a sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, ignoring the irritation from his beard, before sitting back in her seat. “I know you do. You are not a very flowery man.” He looked at her, a little confused. She gave him a soft chuckle, knowing what he was thinking. “I’m not going anywhere, Percival. I made that mistake once, and look at what happened. I am staying right here.”

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