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[ingravesdanger]

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

Tiny Percival Graves (*≧∀≦*)

^ took away his wand, no cursing

very very slightly inspired by this post

[obaewankenope]

8k, all but 1k of it written today! Lords preserve me but I am so happy to be back to writing fic again!

[random-of-random]

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.

——————————-

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.

[barbedbetty]

Y’all I can’t find any good smutty fics featuring Colin Farrell.

Soooooo I guess I’ll be writing some.

Welcome Home 18+ - feat. The Coach from the Gentleman

[devoted-to-colin-farrell]

The cast of Fantastic Beasts discuss their characters and meeting J K Rowling.

[worshipcircle01]

NEW FIC: How to survive a magical courtship (and adopt dozens of fantastic beast in the process)

The wonderful @silverynight allow me to write the POV of Percival Graves from her fic: "How to get along with your boss (and accidentally seduce him in the process)" (here for those of you who haven't read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423601/chapters/25594209). So the credit is totally hers as my thanks for this opportunity.

What more can I say?

Enjoy ;)

[k03lover]

Her Broken World

| The Wizarding World

"Once upon a time, There was a beautiful Princess to be made a Queen by her Knight. This princess had an ugly twin brother whom was always mad at the world. He was the King of the Gaunt family as their father had died years back. The Princess was married off to her love, Raphael Knight and Became the queen she was always meant to be. They had a beautiful Knight Princess in the year of 1909, on a cold winter night of December 8th. The gorgeous baby was named Emelia Mariette Knight, after her own mother Mariette, and a crystal that had the magical properties Raphael hoped to encase their child. To be protected against negative energies and entities, and to have enhanced creativity and imagination.

Queen Mariette wanted nothing more than for her daughter to become the perfect wife.

King Raphael expected nothing less than his daughter becoming someone very important in the wizarding world they lived in.

Their opinion clashing causing Princess Emelia to be confused and wishing to please both of her parents.

Working through their demands daily, never wasting time to relax from the stress they put on her shoulders from a very young age.

The day she finally got her letter to Hogwarts she immediately went off to Diagon Alley to purchase her school supplies and wand, planning on studying before school even starts.

She sped through her years at Hogwarts with Merope by her side encouraging her, that is until her 15th birthday when she got called into Professor Dippet's office for the news of her dead parents whom died in their sleep by a fire set by jealous muggles of their wealth and beauty.

Though I do not blame them for their monstrous acts, but know they will fall and beg at the feet of death himself when it comes time.

Princess Emelia stayed with Cousin Merope in the summers but locked herself away in her room during the other holidays as she was reminded too much of the fact that she would only see her parents when she too died...

but in the summer of  1924 the princess met her very own prince, Tom Riddle, though a muggle- was very handsome and kind to her, they fell in love at first sight.

After being begged by her cousin she finally created her own version of a love potion, expecting Merope to only study its properties and affects like she promised.

Never did she think that her best friend since birth would use it on the man she loved, Tom.

Not realizing he was affected by a love potion she heartbrokenly watched from the sidelines, moving and living with them in London.

Though the love potion didn't stop Tom from demanding her attention when Merope was away.

Never crossing the line of betraying her cousin but never truly stopping his behavior towards her.

Things took a turn when Merope announced her pregnancy, taking him off the love potion, expecting him to at least stay for their child.

She was wrong.

He immediately went to Princess Emelia for comfort from the trauma of not being in control of his affections and action.

Avoiding Merope at all costs and seeking Emelia's love.

Emelia however always took care of Merope during her pregnancy and felt connected to the child. As if the child in her cousin was hers at heart.

Tom, noticing this, was there for the baby by his loves side.

Officially courting the princess in secrecy, fearing Merope would harm them or the baby if she ever found out.

9 months finally passed and the baby was born on December 31st, 1926, but not without tragedy.

Merope meeting the grim reaper during her childbirth.

Tom quickly stopped the nurses and changed the birth certificate of the baby, Changing the mothers name to Emelia Mariette Knight, encouraging her to name their new baby. 'Thomas Marvolo Knight'

She loved the baby with all her heart, wishing for him to be welcomed into the wizarding world, but Tom disagreed with her wishes.

He demanded I leave magic behind and marry him, so for the future of my baby boy, I ran to my family house in America with you, Thomas."

"What happened next, mummy?" a four year old Thomas questions, his head tilted slightly showing his interest. "Well, Mummy met that nice man, Percival and he helped us become legal maj-citizen of the US so we wouldn't get in trouble with MACUSA." I explained to him while caressing his cheeks, trying to soothe him more. "Percy? Where is he now?" he sleepily asks. "Percy is at work, Hun. He's a very busy and responsible man." I softly state, not wanting to disturb his drowsiness.

[lugiadepression]

I'm Graves-sexual

Percival Graves / Gellert Grindelwald in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them

[defectivevillain]

watching you (watching me)

pairing: Percival Graves/Reader

the reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: Just as you begin to think you’re getting to know Percival, he starts acting strange. When you come across him in the hall, he doesn’t return your small smiles; when he meets with Seraphina, he walks right by you as if you aren’t even there. You don’t want to read into those minute gestures too much, so, at first, you don’t. But the fact that he pivoted from purposefully stopping by your desk to inquire about your day…to walking past you without so much as a lingering gaze… is concerning. Plus, his rumored treatment of his employees seems uncharacteristic. While you've never worked under Director Graves, you’ve heard from several different people in multiple departments that he’s a great person to work for. So why is he so different all of a sudden? What changed?

word count: 4.5k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical violence, abduction, unconsciousness, hospitals, implied malnourishment & injury

Sometimes, you think you can never truly leave your life as an Auror behind. 

When you graduate from Ilvermorny, you eagerly join the Auror training program—and pass years later with flying colors. You soon find yourself regularly participating in missions and tracking down Dark wizards. The job is incredibly fulfilling, but it’s also extremely exhausting. Your work follows you into your personal life, to the point that perpetrators invade your dreams and you can’t ever relax. You manage to push through for a while, but eventually, you find yourself experiencing too much burnout to enjoy the job anymore.

Then you’re approached by Seraphina Picquery with a one-of-a-kind proposition. The Chief of Staff position recently became available after the previous employee retired, and Picquery—Seraphina, she tells you to call her—is looking for a replacement. It’s a rather high-up position—an administrative aid to the President of the entire organization. The salary is nearly double what you’re making as an Auror and you’d still be handling important work. In fact, you might even be awarded more responsibility in that role than your position as an Auror. It doesn’t take you long to get back to her with a confirmation that you’ll accept the position; within a few weeks, you have a desk right outside Seraphina’s office. 

Through your new position, you gain exposure to much more of the organization—as you’re communicating with nearly every executive-level employee. You meet Emily Limus, the Federal Identity Commissioner; Malcolm Carneirus, Captain of the Aurors; and even Bernadette Williams, the executioner. (She’s a kind woman, but you sincerely hope you don’t have a reason to see her again.) You don’t exactly meet Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security. Rather, you sort of… crash into him.

You’re in a bit of a rush, power-walking down the hall, when you turn the corner and collide with someone. The stack of papers in your hands goes flying and you wince. “Sorry, sorry-” You quickly say, looking at the person you just bumped into. It’s none other than Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security. You’ve seen and heard plenty about him, but you’ve never actually met him before. He’s somehow even more handsome in person, with inky black hair styled back to reveal tinges of silver hair on the sides of his face. He has deep brown eyes and looks rather intimidating, what with the formal attire he’s wearing. 

“It’s alright,” the man responds with an understanding smile. “You must be the new Chief of Staff.” He introduces himself and extends a hand. You think the thought is rather nice. He could’ve easily just assumed that you’d heard of him, but he instead went through the effort of introducing himself to you in a friendly and personable manner. You immediately decide you like him. 

You introduce yourself in return, before shaking his extended hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Director Graves responds. “Can I help you with those?” He motions to the floor, where your paperwork rests in a disorganized pile. You grimace down at it, dreading the thought of organizing it all over again. 

“Ah, that’d be great, thanks,” you then say, crouching down to pick up the scattered papers. He crouches down too and collects a few papers, placing them in a neat pile and handing it to you. You thank him and get to your feet once all your papers are in order. 

For an awkward moment, you’re lingering silently in front of him. He doesn’t immediately dismiss you or move to depart. Rather, the man regards you with another look. “Seraphina isn’t running you too ragged, is she?” Director Graves asks. 

“No, no,” you’re quick to say. “She doesn’t know I’m doing this, actually.” You motion down to the papers and grimace, hoping the man can keep a secret. 

“My lips are sealed,” Director Graves says with a small smile. You feel a smile rising on your own lips at the sight. 

There’s that awkward silence again; this time, it doesn’t seem like the man is going to break through it. You take a deep breath and try to manifest some composure. “It was nice to meet you, sir,” You say. 

His brow furrows. “Please, call me Percival,” Director Graves responds. 

You blink for a moment, surprised at the invitation. “Okay,” you agree. “It was nice to meet you, Percival. Sorry, I have to get going…” You glance down the hallway behind him, praying Seraphina hasn’t gone into her meeting just yet. 

“No worries,” Percival responds easily. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon.” The two of you part ways and you find yourself smiling as you pace down the hall, a new spring in your step. 

Indeed, you do begin to see Percival Graves rather frequently. You sit in on the meetings amongst the higher-level officials in the organization and he always has something to say about recent Dark wizard captures or other concerns. He’s pretty nice to you, too—always going out of his way to greet you when you enter the room. You feel like most of the other directors are keen to dismiss you, but Percival doesn’t. You hate to admit it, but he makes those stuffy weekly meetings infinitely more bearable. 

Percival also greets you whenever he walks past your desk to enter Seraphina’s office. His short greetings may seem virtually insignificant, but they go a long way to making you feel more welcome in the workplace. You tell him as much one time, and have the honor of watching his cheeks flush ever so slightly pink. After that conversation, he starts stopping at your desk and asking you about your weekend, your work day, and anything else going on. It’s safe to say that Percival quickly becomes your favorite person to work with—other than your boss, of course. 

But just as you begin to think you’re getting to know Percival, he starts acting strange. When you come across him in the hall, he doesn’t return your small smiles; when he meets with Seraphina, he walks right by you as if you aren’t even there. You don’t want to read into those minute gestures too much, so, at first, you don’t. You write these occurrences off as flukes and continue as normal. 

The meetings amongst the executives are tenser than usual, though. Percival seems to be dominating the conversation, purposefully steering it in the directions he chooses. He possesses a self-importance that you didn’t seem to notice before. You have to wonder if you were wrong about him. In the past few weeks, he’s been acting entirely differently than when you first met him. If he’s showing his true colors, then… you’re not very happy about it.

It seems you aren’t the only one to notice his weird behavior, however. Seraphina repeatedly remarks that he seems a bit off, and she soon abandons their weekly meeting schedule in exchange for biweekly meetings. You also hear from the Aurors that the man is exhibiting a rather bad temper. He’s been lashing out at recruits for easy mistakes and working the senior Aurors to the bone. 

You soon find yourself growing wary. These changes in behavior are complete switches from what he exhibited previously. And the fact that he pivoted from purposefully stopping by your desk to inquire about your day…to walking past you without so much as a lingering gaze… is concerning. Plus, his rumored treatment of his employees seems uncharacteristic. While you never worked under Director Graves, you’ve heard from several different people in multiple departments that he’s a great person to work for. So why is he so different all of a sudden? What changed? 

You attempt to have another conversation with him in the coming days, only for him to brush off your questions and effectively dismiss you. You’re left wondering if you’re even speaking with the same person: if the Percival Graves from before was conjured by your imagination. The man you’ve interacted with recently is just far too different from the man you crashed into in the hallway all that time ago. 

A dark thought crosses your mind as you’re contemplating Percival’s strange behavior. What if… he is a different person? What if this Percival Graves, the one who mistreats his employees and seems completely uncaring of the feelings of those around him, is a different man? You immediately huff a laugh under your breath for even considering such a crazy idea. There has to be a rational explanation for his behavior. Maybe he’s going through something right now—a death in the family or a bad breakup. You dismiss your doppelgänger idea as nothing more than a desperate theory.

But that same desperate theory keeps you up later that night, tossing and turning restlessly. It’s a foolish thought, a crackpot theory. Who would possibly have the power, skill, and evasive ability to disguise themself as the Director of Magical Security? How would that even be possible? They would not only have to be capable enough to at least get by in Percival’s position, but they’d also have to overpower him somehow. Percival is the Head of the Aurors—he’s an extremely talented duelist and quick on his feet. No doubt there are only a select handful of people who would even be able to stay alive in a duel with him, let alone triumph and render him incapacitated. Who would even want to do something like that? What purpose would it serve? 

Well, if a person wanted to invade the Magical Congress and gain access to highly privileged information, you suppose that would be a clear-cut path to getting it. Percival is one of the highest-ranking officials at MACUSA, other than Seraphina herself. 

But you find yourself struggling with the practicality of such an act. Again, only an incredibly powerful wizard would be able to pull something like that off—someone like Albus Dumbledore or Gellert Grindelwald. Obviously, Dumbledore wouldn’t have any reason to do something like that. But Grindelwald, on the other hand… The Dark wizard’s whereabouts have been unknown for a while now, and everyone knows that he’s gathering strength and support. You suppose one of his more loyal followers would embark on such a mission for his benefit. 

After spending an hour thinking through the idea, you realize you can’t shake it off—and promise yourself to consider it more in the morning. 

In the morning, you do far more than merely consider the possibility of someone else being disguised as Percival Graves. Instead, you find yourself hatching a plan. You think that, if you can lure Percival into a conversation, you’ll be able to ask him questions that only he would know the answers to. From there, you can determine if he’s real or a disguise maintained by someone else. 

It sounds ridiculous and utterly inane. But what’s the worst that can happen? At worst, you’d just look foolish in front of the real Percival. That’s something you can deal with. You also get the sense that this disguise theory will weigh heavily on your mind until you try to establish or refute its validity. 

Fortunately, you get the chance to enact your plan later that same day. When Percival walks into your office a few minutes early, you manage to rope him into a conversation. He is very clearly fed up with you, despite the fact that you haven’t been talking for more than a few seconds. That’s your first clue. You also think that you see his eyes glimmer blue for a fraction of a second. His attire is the same as always, but his posture is different—perfectly straight and poised with an air of pretentiousness. 

You can’t keep yourself in suspense any longer. “How did we first meet?” You finally manage to ask. It doesn’t take you very long to recall how you first met—you crashed into Percival as you were walking down the hall; he helped you pick up the papers dropped and you eventually parted ways. If he says something along those lines, then you’ll know it’s him. If not… 

“We met here, of course,” the man responds. There’s hardly any emotion on his face. It feels like you’re looking into a void. Your heart begins to roar in your ears as you realize that he just tried to avoid the question. 

“I said how, not where,” you realize aloud, your suspicions confirmed. You point your wand at him. “ Revelio. ” You watch in mute horror as Percival’s face melts into an entirely different one. His right eye glows and morphs into a grey-blue color; his hair grows into a spiky white style. Gellert Grindelwald tilts his head and stares at you curiously. 

“Clever.” He remarks. Your heart races in your chest and you quickly remember Grindelwald’s reputation: his dueling prowess, his extremely strong grasp of nearly all branches of magic, his incredibly quick reflexes. He allowed you to cast that spell just now, but it’s clear he won’t allow any further opposition—judging from the malicious gleam in his eyes. 

Grindelwald’s gaze is piercing, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your forearms. “But not clever enough.” He says, clicking his tongue and disarming you with a nonverbal spell. In the blink of an eye, his wand is pointed at your chest. “Avada-” 

The door bursts open and a veritable mass of Aurors infiltrates the space, surrounding Grindelwald. Seraphina walks in after them, a furious expression on her face that she quickly smooths into indifference. Suddenly, Grindelwald is immersed in battle. To your discomfort and fear, he seems to be overpowering the Aurors—despite the odds being nearly twenty to one. For a few awful moments, you’re entranced by his elegant movements. Then you remember everything he’s done and snap out of it, casting a Stunning spell on him. Somehow, by some trace of dumb luck, your spell ends up being the one to send him crumpling to the ground. Seraphina immediately places Admonitors on his wrists, before ordering the Aurors to take him away. You and your boss are left standing in Percival’s office in disbelief. 

“That was… anticlimactic,” you choke out.

Seraphina nods in agreement. You raise an eyebrow at her, silently asking her how she knew that Percival wasn’t himself. “Director Graves has never been late to a meeting, in the several years I’ve worked with him,” she explains. Seraphina then regards you for a long moment. “Nice work.”

“Thanks,” you respond blankly, still reeling from what just happened. Admittedly, you wanted to tell Seraphina about your plan, but Grindelwald would’ve been suspicious if Seraphina joined you for the conversation. You knew he would underestimate you—seeing you as a mere office assistant—and you decided to take advantage. You take a deep breath and try to refocus—you have more important things to be concerned with at the present moment. “Where do you think Director Graves is?” You ask. 

“I’m not sure,” Seraphina frowns. “We’ll get someone from Major Investigation to look around in here.”

You look around, an ugly feeling growing in your chest. You have the weirdest conviction that Percival is nearby, and you can’t explain why. “Actually… We may not have to.” You murmur in response to Seraphina’s remark. She looks at you questioningly, but you don’t think you can explain your reasoning. You instead study the room around you once more, eyes gliding across a lacquered armoire and past his desk. 

Wait. A lacquered armoire? You take a slow breath and step over to the misplaced piece of furniture. The more you look at it, the more you realize that it sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison with the rest of Percival’s unassuming office. You take a deep breath and tug at the handles, unsurprised to find that it’s locked. You cast Alohomora and try unlocking it again. It doesn’t work. You try once more, willing the cabinet to open. To your surprise, your effort works and the doors fall open with an exaggerated bang.

Seraphina gasps. You’re not as shocked as you should be—there’s something horribly ironic about Grindelwald concealing the real Percival Graves in his office, only a short distance from his disguised form. You stare at the magically expanded space, your stomach turning uneasily as you see Percival Graves stuffed into it—leaning against one of the interior walls with a dazed expression. His wrists and ankles are bound together and there’s a gag in his mouth. You quickly bend down and free him.

“Percival,” you say, pulling him out of the armoire and to his feet. You state your name and remind him of your position, because he looks incredibly disoriented. The longer you look at him, the more worried you get. His hair is unkempt and messy; his eyes are bloodshot and bracketed with dark circles underneath. Percival looks gaunt—his skin stretched tight across his bones.  For a moment, you think he doesn’t recognize you—then, suddenly, he lurches forward and wraps his arms around you. You instinctually stiffen in surprise, before hesitantly returning his embrace. 

Seraphina sends a Patronus to the Healers, detailing where you are and requesting medical help. Within moments, a few Healers are running into the room. You try to break away from Percival, self-conscious that there are people watching, but he doesn’t seem to want to let you go. Eventually, the Healers manage to pull him off of you. They’re asking him questions, but his eyes look glazed over. Within moments, he’s slumping into their arms as he falls unconscious. You watch worriedly as the Healers exit the room. Seraphina takes one look at you and promptly tells you to follow after them. You try to protest, but you don’t get very far before she’s gently pushing you out of the room with the promise that the investigative team will wrap up any loose ends in the office. 

You manage to catch up to the Healers, who are now levitating Percival’s unconscious form as they rush to the Healing ward. When you arrive, Percival is whisked away into a room—and you’re left to haunt the waiting room. 

You’re not sure how much time you spend staring off into space on an uncomfortable sofa before there’s someone standing in front of you, proclaiming that you can visit Percival. As you follow after them, the Healer reassures you that he will make a full recovery—stating that they have him on all the necessary nutrient supplements that will help him regain his strength. 

“He isn’t awake just yet,” the Healer explains as they open the door to his room, revealing Percival reclined in a hospital bed. He looks uncharacteristically vulnerable now—his eyes closed as he evidently rests. There are bandages along his arms and wrists. You frown and take a seat in the chair situated in the corner of the room. “I’ll be back in a bit to check on him.” They promise. You thank the Healer and they leave with a sympathetic nod. 

In the wake of everything that just happened, you’re exhausted. You wouldn’t be surprised if your encounter with Grindelwald drained some of your magic temporarily. The stress of the entire affair coupled with your poor sleep last night makes your eyelids sting and burn with fatigue. You desperately try to keep awake but, at some point, you’re dozing off in the chair at Percival’s bedside. 

When there’s a gentle tap on your shoulder, you ignore it. But just as you’re about to drift off into sleep again, there’s another tap—slightly more insistent than the first time. You blearily open your eyes, your blurry vision slowly clearing to reveal Percival staring down at you. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he grimaces apologetically. You stare at him for a moment, still processing. Then you remember everything that just happened: Grindelwald disguising himself as Percival; Seraphina and you finding Percival bound and gagged in his office; Percival falling unconscious; you choosing to wait in his room for him to wake up. Now he’s awake—and he’s out of bed. 

“You shouldn’t be up-!” You quickly say, forcefully guiding him to return to his bed. He grasps your forearms as you lower him back onto the bed; the movement sends a shiver down your spine. Even once he is situated, he doesn’t seem keen to let you go—as his grasp momentarily tightens and he looks at you imploringly. 

“How’d you know?” Percival asks, his voice raspy from disuse. You don’t need him to elaborate further—you know what he’s referring to. His hands slip from your arms and you contemplate the question. It doesn’t take you long to find an answer. 

“Grindelwald was a convincing actor,” you admit. You stare at the wall behind him. Eye contact feels difficult right now, in the stuffy silence settling in the air of the hospital room. “...But he wasn’t you.” You break off, not trusting yourself to go into the details without slipping up and revealing something untoward. 

“I was worried no one would find me.” Your eyes snap back to Percival; the sincerity written all over his face is heartbreaking. Then a grimace rises on his lips. “I… apologize for the way I acted,” Percival then says. You stare at him in confusion. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for, and he’s looking at you expectantly. Eventually he sighs. “It was unprofessional of me.”

“What?” You ask. Then it comes back to you: the relief written all over his face, the way he rushed to embrace you without hesitation. “Oh, when I found you? You were in captivity for months, don’t be so hard on yourself. I would’ve done the same thing.”

Percival frowns at that. “If it had been you who Grindelwald took…” He trails off, before vigorously shaking his head. “I don’t even want to think about it.” You remain silent, unsure of what to say or how to say it. Fortunately, Percival is comfortable with keeping the conversation going. “What I mean to say is… thank you—for your determination, and… for seeing what no one else did.”

“There were a few others who were also suspicious,” you inform him, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the idea of taking all of the credit. Sure, you may have been the one to act first—but whispers of Percival’s uncharacteristic behavior had been spreading like wildfire. You’re certain someone would’ve figured it out, if you hadn’t acted. As to whether Percival had that much time left… you’re not sure. And you don’t really want to think about it. 

Somehow, this makes Percival frown again—as if he thinks you’re trying to brush off his gratitude. “Regardless, I appreciate it,” he maintains. “And I admire your courage and bravery. I’m sure it was difficult to stand up to a supervisor.”

“Ordinarily it wouldn’t be,” you admit before you can contemplate the consequences. Percival’s brows climb up his forehead. “I’m comfortable being honest with you.” You clarify, before breaking off so you can’t indict yourself further. You’ve already said far too much. 

“I appreciate that,” Percival responds. He looks a little lighter—the tension seems to have slowly slipped out of his shoulders. “And I echo the sentiment.” He says with a quick nod. There’s an appreciative smile on his face and your heart starts racing. If you don’t leave soon, you may do something you’ll soon regret. 

“I hope you recover quickly, sir,” you remark, taking a step back and turning towards the door. There had been a tense silence stretching across the space, indicating that the conversation was over, so you have no qualms about departing now. 

“Wait.” Percival says, just before you can leave. You freeze and turn around to face him once more. There’s a torn expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“This is going to sound pathetic and selfish,” Percival admits, steadily avoiding your gaze. You raise a brow. From what you’ve seen, Percival is the furthest thing from pathetic or selfish. 

“I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of me being pathetic,” you deflect, a small smile on your face. Percival shakes his head with what can only be described as fond disagreement. You’re thrown back into the memory of your first meeting, into your hands shaking beneath your stack of papers and your heart thrumming steadily in your chest. 

“...Will you stay here a while longer?” Percival asks, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“Of course, sir,” you respond. The formal address is more for you to maintain your own boundaries and remind yourself that you don’t get to associate with Percival in anything more than a strictly professional sense. But he seems to react negatively to it—as his brows furrow and he studies you for a moment. You take mental note of that reaction and abandon the formality. Percival just went through hell and back—spending months slowly fading away in that armoire in his office, perfectly out of sight but so achingly close to freedom. If there’s anything you can do to make him feel better, you’ll do it. And not only does that include sitting at his bedside a while longer, but, apparently, it also includes negating to call him “sir.” You don’t think those are very tough tasks to undertake. 

You’ll end up accidentally spending the night in his hospital room, and you’ll wake up to another slight tap on your shoulder and a back ache. Percival will be looking down at you again; you’ll admonish him for getting out of bed; he’ll thank you again for keeping him company. Eventually, he’ll practically force you out of the room with a reassurance that he’ll be fine. Normally, you wouldn’t believe him—but the determined expression on his face suggests that he’ll bounce back just fine. 

Indeed, within a few weeks, Percival will be back at work. He’ll continue to stop by your desk and talk to you—to the point where you’ll have to ignore Seraphina’s relentless teasing about it. He’ll maintain that he owes you something—to which you’ll consistently remind him that he would do the same for you. 

And Percival does end up doing the same for you. At some point in the foreseeable future, when you’re injured in an Auror mission, Percival will be the one waiting at your bedside. You’ll jokingly point out how worried he looks and he’ll only frown more, before admitting that those few hours when you were unconscious were nearly unbearable. Percival will admit that his feelings for you “far surpass professionalism.” 

You’ll try to answer with your own confession, but Percival will quickly interject with the promise that you can give him an answer once you’re feeling better. When you finally get the chance to speak to your feelings, you’ll just barely finish speaking before Percival is pulling you into a kiss. His hands will slip down to your hips and you’ll feel sparks running up your skin and a smile rising on your lips.

“How long?” Percival will ask breathlessly when you first break apart. 

“Since you crashed into me,” you’ll admit. 

“Don’t you mean when you crashed into me? ” Percival will emphasize. 

And you’ll roll your eyes and lean closer to kiss him again.

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[slimypaws]

🍒 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 [42]

25ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2024

ᴇ = ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ

ᴍ = ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

ᴛ = ᴛᴇᴇɴ

ɢ = ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ

𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙙 [1]

ᴡᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ/ᴊᴇꜱꜱᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀɴ

(Anal)ysis of Jesse Pinkman | E

𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 [3]

ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ/ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

Blooming Luck – Heather | E

Peaceful Beauty – Hyacinths | E

Renewed Spring – Lilac | E

𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 [4]

ʀᴋ800/ʀᴋ900 (ʀᴋ800 & ʀᴋ900)

Don't Go, You're Half Of Me Now | T

Sweet Creature | E

ʀᴋ800/ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴋᴀᴍꜱᴋɪ (ʀᴋ800 & ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴋᴀᴍꜱᴋɪ)

Borrowed A Love (That Never Came) | T

Fill My Lungs With The Air Your Heart Is Breathing | E

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 (𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨) [1]

ᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴀʟ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ/ɴᴇᴡᴛ ꜱᴄᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

Liquid Sunshine | E

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 | 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 [1]

ᴍᴀʀᴄ ʙᴏʀɢᴍᴀɴɴ/ᴋᴀʏ ᴇɴɢᴇʟ

And Suddenly, It Felt Like A Free Fall | E

𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 [2]

ᴊᴏɴ ꜱɴᴏᴡ/ʀᴏʙʙ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

Claiming His Bitch | E

He Was Worth It In The End | E

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡 [2]

ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ/ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

I want your Violence, your Wrath and Salvation | E

Volatile Hunger (Signed H.L.) | E

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ/ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 [1]

All Of Our Sins In The Daylight | E

𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 [1]

ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇʀ/ᴅᴏʀɪᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ

Souls Tied, Intertwined By Our Pride And Guilt | E

𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 [21]

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ

(K)Not Tonight | E

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴇ

The Moth In The Mirror | E

(Un)Lucky Incidents | E

Will You Stay (On My Mind)? | E

I'll Bring You Home (It's Been So Long) | E

The Summer Air By The Seaside | E

His Touch Brought Forth An Incandescent Glow | E

I Want You Now (Wanna Need You Forever) | E

Cinnamon Sugar and Stardust | E

Twilight | E

Blood So Rare And Sweet As Cherry Wine | E

There's A Strange Love Inside (It's Getting Louder) | E

Something Meaty For The Main Course | E

The Smell Of Smoke Would Hang Around This Long | E

What if all I need is You? | T

So in Awe, there I stood as you licked off the Sage | E

Feeling Knotty | E

Fell in love with the Flame who built me a Cage | E

It Will Wither (Ours Won't) | E

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ ᴘᴀʀʀɪꜱʜ

The Hellhound and his Human | E

I Think I've Seen This Film Before (And I Didn't Like The Ending) | E

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘿𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 [1]

ꜱʜᴀᴜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ/ɴᴇɪʟ ᴍᴇʟᴇɴᴅᴇᴢ

Rainy Days And Love Confessions | T

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 [3]

ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ/ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏꜱ

Colourful Rainstorms (Repeat Until Dawn) | E

Cold Sheets (Oh Where's My Love?) | E

ʀʏᴀɴ ᴇʀᴢᴀʜʟᴇʀ/ᴅʏʟᴀɴ ʟᴇɴɪᴠʏ

Moonlight Shenanigans | E

𝙄𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 (𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨) [1]

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴀꜱ ᴍᴄQᴜᴏɪᴅ/ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

Come Doused In Mud, Soaked In Bleach (As I Want You To Be) | E

[alilixx]

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

The Devil Wears Prada:

Serena

Miranda Priestly

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

Dr House:

Dr Gregory House

Dr Lisa Cuddy

Dr James Wilson

Dr Alissa Cameron

Dr 13

Two and a Half Men:

Charlie Harper

Walden Schmidt

Judith Harper

Jenny

Politicians:

Emmanuel Macron (French President)

Gabriel Attal (French Prime Minister)

Mathieu Maucort (French  Interministerial Delegate)

Jordan Bardella (European Deputy and French President of the RN)

Volodimir Zelensky (Ukranian President)

Justin Trudeau (Canada Prime Minister)

I'M NOT TALK ABOUT MY POLITICAL PARTY OR WHETHER I SUPPORT THEM OR NOT!!! ONLY FOR PHYSICS HUH

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

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

[worshipcircle01]

UPDATE: How to survive a magical courtship (and adopt dozens of fantastic beast in the process)

Percival decides to delve into the history of his magizoologist and, along the way, his own as well.

[drabbles-mc]

Do I Know You?

Harry Hart x Merlin

For Day 20 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: disoriented / "Where am I?"

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, canon-divergent

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: The way that I have missed writing for these two so so much. My favorite superspy boyfriends. I love them. I love them so much.

Kingsman Taglist: @garbinge (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

There had been so many things that they were supposed to be taking care of, that they simply needed more manpower to take care of it all. Merlin, Eggsy, and Roxy were three extremely capable agents, but they were only three people. There were too many moving pieces to take care of for just three people. While most of what they had been doing with Harry had been kept extremely close to the vest, it looked like they were running out of options.

That was how Percival ended up getting dispatched to go to Kentucky. Merlin didn’t give him any of the details outside of the fact that Harry was there and needed to be brought back home. He tried to prepare Percival for what he might be walking into, but he didn’t give him any of the background on it. It wasn’t necessary for the task at hand. When everything was all said and done, Merlin would give him, and the rest of the agents that were still left within their circle, the full run-down of what had gone on.

When Merlin, Eggsy, and Roxy finally made it back to HQ, when the worst of it was all done and over with, they weren’t expecting to see Percival sitting in one of the stray chairs the medical wing, eyes squinting behind his glasses as he scrolled on his tablet. What they expected even less than that, was to see someone laid up, wires and tubes hooked up to them and monitors beeping to keep track of their vitals.

Eggsy was finally shedding his suit now that he felt like he was far enough out of harm’s way to do so. He shot Percival a confused look before nodding towards the hospital bed. “Who the fuck is that?”

Percival didn’t even look up from the device in his hands. “Your mentor.”

For the next few seconds, the only thing in the room that moved as the line on the heart monitor that was hooked up to Harry. It was ironic, really, since he was the only one out of all of them who was supposedly dead.

Eggsy stepped in closer, like he thought that Percival was lying to him. “How…?”

That got the agent to finally look up. Taking a deep breath, he locked the tablet in his hands and rose from his chair. He tucked his device under his arm as he walked closer to the hospital bed. He looked down at Harry, or rather, what he could see of him. A majority of the man’s face was wrapped up in bandages. The doctor’s had done more for Harry than they’d needed to do for any agent in a very long time. Now they were all stuck waiting to see if any of it was going to do him any good.

“By some miracle,” Percival said, prying his eyes away from Harry and looking at the other agents in the room, “he wasn’t dead when I arrived.” He paused, locking eyes with Merlin. “Lucky is a grave understatement.”

Merlin cleared his throat, trying to speak with the same lack of emotion that he usually did even though there were tears in his eyes. “What’re we doing now?”

Percival gave a slight shake of his head. “Waiting. Medical team said that that’s all there is to do.” He made his way around the bed so that he was on the same side as the rest of them. “I didn’t think that would be a problem. There is going to be a lot of cleanup ahead for everyone. Things are going to be in limbo for a bit.”

Merlin nodded. “Right.”

There was a beat of silence, Percival taking a moment to look over Eggsy and Roxy. They looked exhausted but all things considered, relatively unharmed. Still, looks could be deceiving. He was speaking to both of them despite the fact that his eyes were locked on Roxy. “You should take a seat. I’ll have the doctors come and check both of you out.”

Roxy shook her head, “We’re—”

“Sit,” Percival cut her off, his tone firm but the intention behind it was a caring one. “It’s protocol after every mission anyway. Better get used to it, Lancelot.” For a moment the barest hint of a smile cracked across his usually stoic face before he turned and walked off, going to follow through on his promise to send the medical team in.

Roxy was about to take a seat when she saw that Merlin had drifted over to the bed where Harry was laying. She couldn’t see the man’s expression, but she could imagine it well enough. Clearing her throat, she spoke up. “They’ll have to look you over too, Merlin.” She waited for him to look back at her over his shoulder. “You should sit.”

He nodded, nose twitching slightly as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He walked over to the chair where Percival had been sitting. But, rather than just taking a seat, he pulled it over so that it was directly beside Harry’s bed. He didn’t say anything about it as he sat down. Eggsy and Roxy shared a wordless glance, both of them opting to not break the silence that had covered the medical wing. Instead, they each picked a different bed to sit on the edge of while they waited to get checked out themselves.

In the days and weeks that followed, it turned out that Percival was right. The world may have been caught up having to clean up the mess that Valentine had made, but Kingsman had been left to start straightening out its own messes as well. The damage done by Valentine, by their former Arthur, weren’t things that they could ignore. There was no pushing forward like none of it had ever happened. Tending to that wasn’t nearly as easy or straight-forward as they had been hoping, but they were getting it done.

They were all kept plenty busy. Whenever Eggsy found himself with any kind of down-time, though, he made his way to the medical wing. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was impossible to shake whenever he looked at Harry. It’d been hard to stomach when he thought Harry was dead. Him being in this weird, comatose limbo, however, just made the guilt feel more complex—it didn’t lessen it. Eggsy didn’t know if showing up all the time the way he did really did anything to help either of them, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

Sometimes when he showed up, he’d see Merlin there. He never really stuck around once Eggsy showed up. A few times he offered to come back later, trying to give Merlin whatever time he felt like he needed, but Merlin always refused it. There was always some comment about how he had things that he had to get back to anyway. Eggsy didn’t doubt the truth of that—Merlin was the busiest person he’d ever met. But Eggsy also wasn’t so naïve to think that that was the only reason that he was so quick to take off.

This time, the room was empty with the exception of Harry when Eggsy showed up. Walking over, Eggsy camped himself out in the chair beside Harry’s bed the way that he always did. He’d asked the doctors a few different times if they knew whether or not Harry could actually hear anything that they were all saying. They always came back with the same answer: that there was no way to know for sure, but that everyone should assume that he was able to hear and understand everything.

It was a little odd for Eggsy to get used to at first, having a conversation with someone who couldn’t talk back to him. It was especially odd given that it was Harry, a man who always had some sort of comment or quip in reply to everything that Eggsy had to say. But he adjusted. He’d make one-sided small talk with him, give him updates about things going on in the agency. He was sure that Merlin probably told him more of the same, but Eggsy was fairly certain that his way of telling stories had a little more life and fun to it than Merlin’s.

Eggsy was scrolling on his phone, telling Harry about the latest and greatest in terms of movies that were coming out. It was a bit ridiculous, really, to think that there were still film premieres going on less than a month after the world had been a hair’s breadth from going to shit. But everyone just kept pushing on.

“Just think,” Eggsy said with a chuckle, “this time next year they’ll prob’ly have some movie comin’ out about all the shit with—”

He stopped short when he heard the rustling of sheets beside him. His eyes widened as he leaned forward, shoving his phone into the pocket of his track-jacket before grabbing onto the railing that went along the side of the hospital bed. He didn’t even dare to breathe as he continued to watch, continued to listen. That one small, split-second sound of bed sheets was the most that anyone had heard out of Harry since he’d been brought back home.

And then he heard it again. Eggsy’s gasp turned into something of a surprised laugh as he saw Harry’s limbs starting to move beneath the thin blankets that were draped over him. He fought the urge to reach out and pull them off, give Harry some more range of motion. He wanted to, but the last thing he wanted to do was the wrong thing, something that would send Harry backwards.

Then Harry gave his head a slight turn. A good third of his face was still covered in bandages, but more of it was visible now. He still had his left eye and the area around it completely covered. However, as Eggsy sat there with bated breath, studying the parts of Harry’s face that he could see, he noticed the way he was starting to twitch and move.

Eggsy felt like he should be shouting for a doctor, like he should be saying something encouraging to Harry as he slowly but surely started to return to the land of the living. But he couldn’t get his brain to work that way. For once, he was left absolutely speechless.

He watched as Harry’s eye slowly started to open. He blinked slowly a couple times, trying to adjust to the light  and also the strange sensations of being bandaged and completely wired and tubed up in a hospital bed.

Eggsy’s mouth opened and closed a few times, still at a complete loss for words. But, when he saw that Harry’s eye was finally open, and that it looked like he was really starting to come around, he managed to force out a very raspy, choked up, “H-harry?”

It caused the man to flinch, not having noticed someone sitting in what was now very much his blind spot.  He slowly turned his head. Eggsy could see that he moved his arms and went to prop himself upright a little more, but he couldn’t quite manage that yet. Settling for being able to turn his head enough to see who was sitting next to him, Harry took a few long seconds studying Eggsy. His expression was so neutral that it almost pained Eggsy in a way. He’d been hoping for some kind of a reaction. Joy, relief, hell he would’ve even understood and settled for anger. But for the moment, Harry was giving him nothing.

Eggsy repeated his name again, this time with his voice a little more under control. “Harry. You’re,” he let out a relieved laugh as tears gathered in his eyes, “you’re alive. Holy shit. You’re alive.”

He cleared his throat, giving a slight shake of his head. “I’m sorry—do I, do I know you?”

All of the joy and relief that had been on Eggsy’s face immediately drained. Shifting in his chair, Eggsy gestured to himself. “It’s me. Eggsy.”

Harry’s lips turned downward into a pensive frown. “My apologies, Eggsy. I don’t, I don’t believe we’ve met. You must have mistaken me for someone else.”

Eggsy could’ve sworn that he felt his heart constricting in his chest. Letting out a deep sigh, he finally got his brain to start kicking into gear. He knew that it wasn’t going to do him or Harry any good if he just sat there feeling defeated by Harry not recognizing him.

Standing up, Eggsy brushed his hands off on his jeans. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go get the doctors, yea? Have them look you over.”

Eggsy was hardly through the doorway into the next room over when he started calling out for doctors, nurses, literally anyone who could do anything for Harry. Once he had successfully gotten someone’s attention, he took off across HQ to go and find Merlin.

He barged into Merlin’s lab without knocking, something that the man had repeatedly told Eggsy was one of his biggest pet peeves. Merlin’s sigh practically echoed in the room as he got ready to turn around and scold Eggsy about it all over again. He didn’t get the chance to, though, because Eggsy was already spitting out the best news that he’d had for anyone in a long time.

“He’s awake.”

Merlin’s brows drew together. “What?”

“Harry,” he elaborated. “He’s awake.”

Whatever Merlin had been working on before Eggsy came in fell completely to the wayside. Before Eggsy could even make any kind of comment to prompt Merlin to follow him, the man was already out of his seat and nearly bowling Eggsy over to get to the door. The two of them quickly made their way back towards the medical wing. Eggsy couldn’t remember there ever being another time when Merlin seemed so determined about getting somewhere. He was just getting ready to try to prepare Merlin for the fact that Harry probably wasn’t going to remember who he is when Merlin barged into the medical wing. This time he was the one that skipped the knock.

“Merlin,” Eggsy called after him, even though it was no use.

Harry, as well as the doctor and nurse who were by his bedside, all turned and were staring at Merlin. None of them had been expecting the dramatic entrance, especially not from Merlin of all people. He didn’t care, though.

He strode over, adjusting his sweater as he went, like that was going to make him seem less eager and frazzled. The whole time, though, he didn’t take his eyes off Harry. The relief at seeing him sitting upright, looking around and breathing and living, it was nearly enough to bring him to his knees.

“Harry,” a smile broke across Merlin’s face, “welcome home.”

Everyone in the room besides the two of them were waiting silently, holding their breath. Eggsy was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Merlin’s relief to be dashed the same was his was. They were all standing around, waiting to see what Harry was going to have to say to yet another person so emotional and relieved at seeing him even though he had no idea who they were.

Much to everyone’s surprise except Merlin’s, Harry’s mouth slowly started to curve into a smile. “Hamish? What,” he shook his head slightly, his body relaxing a bit now that he had the comfort of a familiar face, “what happened? Where am I?”

Eggsy felt like he had been slammed in the gut with a battering ram. The simultaneous blows of Harry recognizing Merlin with no delay at all, and finding out that Merlin’s real name was Hamish was nearly enough to knock him off his feet.

Clearing his throat, Merlin was fighting to keep his emotions in check as he stepped in a little closer to Harry’s bed. “You’re in the medical wing, Harry,” he explained, hand resting on the rail of the bed. “We’re back at headquarters.”

Harry let out a soft, tired chuckle. “Headquarters?” He shook his head. “It’s not the time for games. You can just say we’re at the hospital.”

“Harry—”

Merlin stopped short when Harry reached over and rested his hand on top of Merlin’s. “When do we get to go home?”

It felt like Merlin’s windpipe was going to close up completely as his emotions crept up from his chest into his throat. He shook his head, trying to muster up whatever words he could. “Not for a bit.” He brought his other hand up and rested it over Harry’s. “You should rest. This is,” he gave a small nod as he fought to keep his composure, “a lot.”

Harry nodded. “Right. You’ll talk to the doctors, then?” When Merlin nodded, he turned back to the doctor and nurse who were beside his bed. “Just tell him everything. He’s good with those things.”

Merlin pretended that he didn’t feel all of the tears in his eyes. He patted Harry’s hand lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

Harry gave him one more nod as he leaned back against his pillow again, his hand slipping out from between Merlin’s. Merlin spared another second of looking at Harry before turning, motioning for the doctor and nurse to follow him. They stepped back towards the door of the medical wing, giving Harry some space to breathe and also some privacy so that they could discuss everything that was going on without him having to hear it all.

Eggsy was shaking his head as the three of them walked over to where he was standing. Unable to take his eyes off of Merlin, he said, “What the fuck was that?”

The doctor took a much calmer approach in his questions to Merlin. “How long have you known Harry?”

Merlin blinked once, long and slow as he tried to think about the answer to that question. At this point, Harry had been part of Merlin’s life for more years than he hadn’t been. Looking at the doctor, he shook his head slightly. “Too long to count.”

He nodded, scribbling notes down on his clipboard. “That’s why he recognizes you and not the rest of us, then.”

No one said anything for a moment, and it was Merlin who broke the silence. “What do you need me to do?”

“Talk to him,” the doctor replied with no hesitation. “Be there. Don’t,” he gestured vaguely with his hand for a moment, “don’t try to force him to remember things. If the memories come back, they’ll do it on their own time.”

Eggsy’s face was the perfect picture of confusion. “Yea? And who’s gonna tell him that he’s a spy? That he got shot in the face by a maniac who—”

“That will come with time,” the doctor said, cutting him off. “But he just woke up. We need to be sure that his memories are the only thing that were compromised. Once we figure that out,” he paused, like he knew that he wasn’t exactly sure what was going to come next, “we’ll plan out a next step. For now, we’ll give the two of you some time. He’s stable—we’ll come back later to run some tests.”

After a few more brief exchanges, Eggsy, the doctor, and the nurse all finally took their leave. Eggsy lingered back for a moment, stealing a brief second with Merlin just to reiterate that if there was anything else that Harry needed, anything that he could do, to just ask. Even when Merlin was walking back towards Harry’s bedside, Eggsy found himself standing in the doorway for a few extra seconds, trying to wrap his head around the scene that was playing out in front of him.

Merlin went back over to Harry’s bedside. This time, though, instead of sitting on the chair next to the bed, he took a seat on the edge of the mattress. The relief that he felt as he looked at Harry, bandages and patchy memories and all, far outweighed any of the worry. He was alive. Even after everything that had happened, Harry was alive. That was more than Merlin ever thought was going to be possible.

“What did the doctors say?” Harry asked, a hint of a smile on his face despite the exhaustion and gauze.

Merlin shook his head, trying not to overthink it as Harry reached for his hand out of habit, entwining their fingers. “Told me I need to stay here and talk to you.”

Harry chuckled, head rested against the pillow behind him. “Unfortunate for you, then.”

He laughed, tears in his eyes at the familiarity of it all, despite how long it’d been since things were so easy, so soft between them. All the years that had gone by, all the ways that circumstances had changed, the ways that they changed as men, in that moment none of it mattered. It may as well had never happened. There was a small, selfish part of Merlin that couldn’t help but to think that if Harry’s memories never came back, that they’d get to have this all over again. But there was no guarantee of that. And, again, it was a selfish thing to think about and want. As Merlin looked at the drowsy smile on Harry’s face, felt the way that Harry’s fingers interlocked and traced over his own, he couldn’t help but to think that being selfish for a bit wasn’t the worst thing in the world. None of it was guaranteed to last anyhow.

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Colin Farrell discusses filming in Bruges in the winter.

Trivia - The film has a total of 5 actors who are also part of the Harry Potter franchise: Ralph Fiennes (Harry) plays Lord Voldemort; Brendan Gleeson (Ken) plays Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody; Clémence Poésy (Chloe) plays Fleur Delacour; Ciarán Hinds (The Priest) plays Aberforth Dumbledore; and Colin Farrell (Ray) plays Percival Graves in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016), which is a prequel/spin-off to the Harry Potter films (IMDB).

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◜Gabriel Graves Travers◞ ; ❝ i'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush. ❞

➥ character pinterest here.

◜basics◞

full name ; Francisco Gabriel Percival Travers (he goes by Graves professionally to avoid confusion with his husband) name meaning ; Francisco; free. Gabriel; strong man, hero. nicknames/alias ; Gabriel, Gabe alliance ; ex Death Eater age ; 41 date/place of birth ; April 18th, 1990 / Santiago, Chile zodiac ; Taurus  blood status ; pure-blood currently lives ; London, England nationality/species ; Chilean-American / wizard, metamorphmagus languages spoken ; Spanish, French, English gender ; male orientation ; bisexual relationship status ; married to Jasper Travers

◜work / education◞

former house ; Wampus (would have been Slytherin if at Hogwarts) highest level of education ; he studied law after graduation

◜physical appearance◞

eye color ; brown hair color ; dark brown, almost black hair type ; curly height ; 5'11 body build ; athletic etc. ; his arms/back are covered in various tattoos, his Dark Mark, a snake tattoo down the side of his neck face claim ; Pedro Pascal

◜relationships◞

husband ; Jasper Travers daughters ; Ava Melody and Abigail Gabriella Travers

parents ; Percival Graves II and Camilla Silva ➥ he is extremely close to his father, but, since becoming a father, he’s cut ties with his mother and her family due to their involvement with the Dark Arts. he wasn’t close with her growing up and considered his father’s sister, Lisa Graves, more of a mother. step-mother ; Nora Martinez-Graves

siblings : Marcelina Graves-Weasley, Javier Graves, Bella Martinez ➥ he grew up an only child, but Marcie has always been like his little sister. Bella is his step-sister and Javier is his half-brother. Due to their large age gap, his relationship with them is more paternal. brothers-in-law ; Emmett and Dylan Rowle niece ; Poppy Rowle other family members ; Percival Graves (paternal grandfather), Lisa Graves (aunt)

ex-partners ; Emmett Rowle, Aly Rowle (ex-wife), Daniela Garcia (Abi’s mom) best friend ; Emmett Rowle close friend ; Victoire Weasley

◜personality◞

positive traits ; ambitious, confident, determined, logical. negative traits ; closed-off, dramatic, hot-headed, stubborn archetype ; the Anti-Hero patronus ; black mamba personality type ; INFJ - the advocate  character alignment ; True Neutral etc. ; -

◜character-based playlist◞

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift Bad Idea - Dove Cameron Toxic - 2WEI god sent me as karma - emlyn Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

◜short bio◞

Gabe was born in Santiago, Chile. His father was Head Auror of MACUSA. He met Gabe’s mother, Florencia, the astronomy professor at Castelobruxo, while on business in South America. His mom and her family had ties to Death Eaters and when Gabe was six, his parents got a divorce after his father found out. He took Gabe back to the States full-time, where he attended Ilvermorny. Talk of a Successor to Voldemort began during his last years of school and he found himself, by choice like his mother, mixed up in a group of American Death Eater sympathizers. Despite being a pure-blood, Gabe never had a strong opinion when it came to blood purity, but always had an interest in the dark arts and power. After he graduated, Gabe went to university to study wizarding law, all while still being an active Death Eater. However, he started to have conflicting feelings once the threat of war came overseas. Unable to safely leave, Gabe came clean. He was given an alternative to arrest, which was to train as an auror and work with them, using his extensive knowledge on Death Eaters to track them down. He eventually worked his way up to working as an investigator for the President, but accepted a temporary auror transfer in England after his cousin, Marcie, was involved in a Death Eater attack and nothing came of the investigation. He made the move permanent after he married his husband..