#percival graves x ofc

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Chapter 9 - Not the Start of a Relationship

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

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

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

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

“That is none of your-“

“Is Percival okay?!”

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

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

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

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

“And how long have you been together.”

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

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

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

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

“Grindlewald.” Walter’s eyes went wide.

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

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

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

“Arnold knew.”

“Arnold is DEAD! Killed by Grindlewald.”

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

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

“The night he came back.”

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

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

“Why a secret?”

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

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

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

“And?”

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

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

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

“Where did you find him?”

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am.”

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

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

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

“A-are you sure?”

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

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

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

“Please, I just want to see Percival.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“They were taking you away. I tried-“

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

“Why did they arrest you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Mr. Graves.”

“I love you, Mrs. Graves.”

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

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He’s so beautiful. Just a heads up, I’m definitely starting a Percival Graves / OFC fic. Let’s gooooo!

I miss one (1) man

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Chapter 3 update! (Rated T)

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@heyitsteash @headsindreams @sarahseneviratne @amarynthian-fortress ahhhh im so glad to hear u guys are willing to give it a read!!! what would  work best for you guys? im writing it all on google docs so i could make the doc public for u guys to read and review if u like!!!

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Percy and Credence’s Fancy Party: Part 2

Credence: It’s actually a really funny story. We were hanging out. And suddenly, I was like “What if we got married tomorrow?” And he was like -  Graves: Fine. 

(Parks and Recreation; season 3, episode 9; Andy and April’s Fancy Party)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

A Grave Life Masterlist

Pairing: Percival Graves x Unnamed!OFC

Rating: T

Warnings: Some violence Notes: Set ~ 3 years before Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. This story is in first person; the main character is unnamed and has minimal physical description. 

Summary: Three things happened very quickly:
 1. Wesley let out a yell of pain 
2. Tina let out a shocked laugh, and then immediately slapped her hand over her mouth when she saw who was in the other doorway
. 3. Percival Graves snapped, “Hey!”

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Five

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight

Part Twenty Nine

Part Thirty

Part Thirty One

Part Thirty Two

Part Thirty Three

Part Thirty Four

Part Thirty Five

Part Thirty Six

Part Thirty Seven

Part Thirty Eight

Part Thirty Nine

Part Forty

Part Forty One

Part Forty Two

Part Forty Three

Part Forty Four

Part Forty Five

Part Forty Six

Part Forty Seven

Part Forty Eight

Part Forty Nine

Part Fifty

Part Fifty One

Part Fifty Two

Part Fifty Three

Part FIfty Four

Part Fifty Five

Part Fifty Six

Part Fifty Seven

Part Fifty Eight

Part Fifty Nine

Part Sixty

Part Sixty One

Part Sixty Two

Part Sixty Three

Part Sixty Four

Part Sixty Five

Part Sixty Six

Part Sixty Seven

Part Sixty Eight

[paintingraves]

To 'give me a character'- Well do Percy ofc! :D

thank you !!!!!! 

Why I like them

Because Percival Graves is incredibly handsome - and interesting ! I want to know more about him ! 

Why I don’t

Because he turned out to be Grindelwald in disguise and not his own person :( 

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

His speech at the end !!!!! G o d that’s when I knew I was screwed. 

Favorite season/movie

FB1, obviously - if he comes back for another movie, which won’t happen, this may change. 

Favorite line

A law that has us scuttling like rast in the gutter ! A law that demands that we conceal our true natue a law that demands those under its dominion to cower in fear unless we risk discovery ! I ask you, Madam President... I ask all of you. Who does this law protect? Us? Or them? I refuse to bow down any longer. 

Favorite outfit

The ensemble for the interrogation scene... god. kill me. ki l l mE. it’s the waiscoat !!!! 

I love all his outfits he’s a dramatic fashionable bitch i love him so much 

OTP

Percival Graves x Happiness 

Brotp

Graves and Theseus ! Also Graves and Tina. I luv. 

Head Canon

He has a cat. A little ball of furr he ghot when he was still at Illvermony, or in his early years of college. It’s called Shadow or Anubis or another dramatic name; the cat looks as cool, composed and sleek as his owner. Grindelwald killed him. 

Unpopular opinion

Is it unpopular? Anyway we’re all fooling ourselves and despite the torch we carry he’s never gonna come back and we should all move on dkskjhdskf 

A wish

BRINGPERCIVALGRAVESBACKORATLEASTTELLUSWHATHAPPENEDTOHIM.MP4

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

I refuse to see him turn into GrindelDepp ever again like god spare me please 

5 words to best describe them

Handsome, mysterious, sultry, powerful, commanding 

My nickname for them

Percy 

My son 

My husband 

[momosansovino]

A-Z Tag!

Thank you @elvishflower​​ 🌸 for tagging me  (ﾟ∀ﾟ人) 

a - age: adult b - biggest fear: JKR one day posts a tweet saying “stop asking me about Percival Graves the man is dead.” … I’d rather she doesn’t respond at all. c - current time: 10:25 pm d - drink you last had: sprite e - every day starts with: Credence (my cat) observes me quietly in the morning (which is freaky) and jumps on my chest, purring, when I shows signs of awake f - favorite song: ok I have A LOT OF favorite songs g - ghosts, are they real: ofc h - hometown: quite a distance from where I live right now i - in love with: fandom ships and making garbage for ships I love j - jealous of: whole foods cashier near Colin Farrell’s house k - killed someone: no l - last time you cried: I watched We Need to Talk About Kevin a few months ago and that triggers me alright m - middle name: don’t have one n - number of siblings: only child o - one wish: Colin Farrell signs up for fbawtft sequel in which Percival and Credence finds Grindelwald and fights him together OR DCEU ROCKS!!!!! p - person you last called/texted: friend q - questions you’re always asked: why am I always on board rare ships?? r - reasons to smile: my cats being adorable; new staff were posted every morning I refresh the ship tag; read a lovely ff on commute; brunch with my friend and good food… etc; I mean I’m very much content with my life right now and see no reason not to smile s - song last sang: Special Needs by placebo ((LMAO only because I’m making a vid so I’ve been humming to this repeatedly for weeks now t - time you woke up: my weekly alarm is set to 7:45 am, but I never get up until 8:45 am u - underwear color: whatever victoria secret is able to produce v - vacation destination: I always say North Pole Expedition w - worst habit: finger chewing x - x-rays you’ve had: stomach  y - your favorite food:  ramen in general z - zodiac sign: Libra 

I tag @rizahmad​ @gothyringwald​ @yayuijun​ @battylefou​ Feel free! :D

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Chapter 8 - The Mansion

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

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

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

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

“What floor?” The House elf asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was amazing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Large stacks of books filled the shelves.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long have I been here?”

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

“I knew you would find me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 7 - The Fugitive and the Ally

Author’s Notes: Injury warning in this chapter.

Y/N’s heart was racing. Faster than she had ever remembered it. Something was very wrong. That wasn’t Percival. And if it wasn’t - she could only guess who it was. Maybe one of Grindelwald’s spies had taken Percival’s place. Getting information to him from inside MACUSA. What better way to stay hidden?

Keeping her mental barriers up she paced for a few minutes. The office she once shared with Lovell seemed unnaturally large without him in it. A distinct fear seemed to have hold of her every time she thought about leaving her office. As if some monster would be waiting right outside the door.

Steeling herself she grabbed her purse from her desk, and she practically flew out the door. Slowing only when she realized the man who called himself Percival was standing on the main floor of the magical Law Enforcement office. Giving a quick wave, he returned it, but the malice she saw in his eyes almost stopped her in her tracks. Instead she focused on keeping her mind empty and getting to the elevator.

The office of the President was on a different floor and she was almost desperate to reach it. Her mind briefly wandered to - if this wasn’t Percival, where was he? But she wouldn’t allow her brain to explore that. For right now she had to believe that he was alright. Had to believe that he was somewhere safe.

“Are you sure you want to stop on this floor?” The house elf who ran the elevator asked.

“I have business with Madame President.”

“She’s not here.“ The elf responded casually.

“What?”

“Went home just a few minutes ago. Do you know what time it is? She will be back in the morning.” Y/N leaned back against the elevator. “You still want to stop?”

“No. Take me to the floor with the apparating room.”

“You got it.” He said quickly as he took the elevator down. Normally she would apparate directly from Percival’s office - it was one of the few places in the building set up for it. Somehow, she didn’t think the imposter would take it too well if she tried.

Y/N’s mind went over a hundred different scenarios, but she settled on one. She would wake up early and head in before whoever was impersonating Percival had a chance. She would get to the President, tell her what her worries were, confess their relationship. It would be more proof than the President would need. Then they would capture whoever the impersonator was and make them tell her where Percival was hidden. Because he was hidden. There was no other possibility than he was alive somewhere.

Y/N barely registered the elevator stopping and she walked in a daze toward the apparating room. It felt weird, not going back to Percival’s apartment. The apartment she had come to know so well. Her own apartment was cold and dark. Her jaw clenched as she turned on the light beside her bed. Whoever he was, she was going to fight - no matter the cost.

It was 2AM as Y/N turned over in her bed. The double bed somehow felt large with no one laying next to her. She had gotten, maybe, 30 minutes of sleep before nightmares woke her. She couldn’t leave everything as it was. Standing and stretching, her shoulder cracked painfully. An old injury that not even magical means seemed to be able to cure. Dressing quickly, her mind was running a million miles an hour. What was she going to do? Find the President’s address and scream outside her door until she listened? Maybe? Grabbing her wand, she tucked of safely in her coat. The sound of boots on her hardwood living room floor stopped her in her tracks. Blocking off her mind, she stood in the darkness as she heard footsteps make their way through her apartment.

Carefully taking her wand from her pocket she stepped lightly over the wood floor, avoiding spots that would creek. The only light was spilling into her apartment from lamps outside. Not enough to see more than a few feet in front of her. As the bedroom door began to open Y/N did her best to hide behind it. A silhouette walked toward her bed, the light coming from his wand illuminating the disheveled sheets. When he turned their eyes met.

“Mr. Graves?” Y/N asked carefully. Her wand concealed behind her back.

The man laughed. “Now we both know that isn’t true.” The voice she had come to know so well speaking in such a dark tone unnerved her. Immediately Y/N broke into a cold sweat. “What I want to know is how you figured it out?” With a flick of his wrist the light next to her bed was on. “And where are you going this late hour?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Y/N leaned against the wall casually. “Seems it was for the best. I didn’t know someone would be breaking into my apartment.”

He laughed and she felt that tingle down her spine. “How did you become so skilled at Occlumency?”

“A woman has to have her secrets.” She answered.

“I am sure we could use someone like you.” The man offered.

“Where’s Mr. Graves?” Y/N asked carefully. “The real one.”

“Oh, somewhere.” He sat on the edge of her bed patting the mattress next to him in an invitation. Y/N didn’t move.

“Where?”

“Why does it matter?” He asked rolling his eyes, but Y/N didn’t answer him. It was quiet for a few seconds and he began to laugh. “He fought, you know. The torture.” The smile that contorted Percival’s face was scarier than it had any right to be. “He’s… talented. Was able to keep a lot of thoughts from us. His mind was on you a lot though. I wonder, do you know that your boss is in love with you?”

Is… He said is. Y/N held onto that one little word that Percival was alive somewhere.

The imposter turned his head slightly. “Aww, don’t tell me the two of you were secretly in love, neither knowing.” He laughed. “Too bad you won’t get the chance now. Because I guess I can’t convince you to join us, can I?”

“It would be a tall task for you.” She answered.

“Hmmm…” he stood slowly. “Then what am I to do with you?” His presence seemed to fill the room, it was almost suffocating.

“Who are you?” Y/N asked, eyes wide. Her grip on her wand tightened.

“Someone you don’t say no to.” In a second his wand was pointed at her. The spell hit her side before she could completely disapparate. Landing hard on the ground in the middle of Central Park, she could feel the blood pouring from the wound on her side.

Saying a silent thank you to the universe that he was cruel and wanted her to suffer instead of just outright using the killing curse, she began to slowly stand. A bench under a light was only a few feet away. Pulling up her shirt she could see the deep gash that had been magically cut into her.

Y/N looked around carefully, making sure no one could see her do magic. A silent healing spell began to close the wound, but she realized quickly that this was no ordinary curse. Instead of the skin looking new there was a red jagged scar. It was incredibly painful to the touch.

Her mind raced back to the man who had just tried to maim or kill her. Something about the way he talked. His quickness. This wasn’t some Lieutenant of Grindelwald. Her jaw clenched. It WAS Grindelwald.

Standing slowly Y/N knew she had to make her way toward MACUSA. Who could say the damage Grindelwald would do there? For a moment she thought about apparating, but she didn’t have the strength or energy. She had lost more blood than she initially realized and she felt weak. Sticking to the shadows she made her way toward the Woolworth building, slow and steady.

It was still the middle of the night when she finally arrived. Barely anyone to see her come in. The Magical Exposure Threat Level Meter was back at 4: Danger. Y/N would wait outside the President’s office. Madame President would have to listen to her. The pain in her side was getting worse as she headed for the elevator, but a bulletin board of wanted criminals stopped her in her tracks. There, in the middle of the board, usually reserved for the biggest threats, was Y/N’s own moving picture looking back at her. The words: “Wanted - Y/N Y/L/N. Highly dangerous. Proceed with extreme caution” was printed under her. Her heart rate sped up and the pain in her side made her hand fly to the area. It was wet. To her horror, the wound had begun to open up again. As calmly and carefully as she could, Y/N turned around and headed for the front door. Surprisingly garnering no attention she made it outside and down an alley.

For the first time she was feeling helpless. Now all of MACUSA would be after her. She had no idea where to go. No idea how to cure her wound, which was again bleeding heavily. No idea where Grindelwald was keeping Percival Graves.

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“I don’t believe it, Tina.” Queenie said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/N would never.”

“The orders came directly from MACUSA, look.” Tina handed her sister the wanted poster. “She’s dangerous.”

“She’s my friend. I have never heard thoughts like this from her.”

“You said she was good at Occulumency.” Tina reminded her.

“Yeah, but that’s only because she practiced with me. Said it would be good training.”

“Or she always knew how to do it and she pretended she didn’t.” Tina put a soft hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I’m sorry Queenie. Just be careful, alright?”

“Sure.” Queenie said with a nod. Tina began to pull on her jacket. “Where are you going? We don’t need to leave for work yet.” Tina’s eyes flashed. “Tina you need to stay away from the Second Salem group.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll see you at work in a little while.” Tina gave her sister a comforting smile before leaving. Queenie knew better than to argue with her. It wouldn’t do any good. Her eyes looked at Y/N’s wanted poster again. A quick knock at her door made her jump.

“Tina? You forget your keys?” Queenie asked as she opened the door wide. There in the hallway was Y/N. Her skin was pale and there was blood on her hands. Queenie quickly tried to shut the door but Y/N pressed her body against it.

“Wait. Please.” Her voice was weak.

“Y/N you can’t be here.” Queenie said in a whisper. “MACUSA is looking for you.”

“I know.” She took a sharp breath in. “Please help me Queenie. I’ll tell you everything. You can even take my wand if it will make you feel better.” Queenie bit her lip. Quickly ushering Y/N inside, she knew Tina would be furious.

“Why is their so much blood?” Queenie asked and as if Y/N’s thoughts were screaming at her, she heard a few choice words. “Grindelwald???”

“A curse he threw at me when he snuck into my apartment. As Percival.”

“What?” Queenie laid Y/N on their couch and pulled up her shirt.

“Every time I close the wound it opens again within thirty minutes.” Y/N explained. “There are potions to help, but I can’t get far enough into MACUSA to get them.”

“Let’s close it again for now and I will see if I can get them.” Queenie said as she muttered a spell and the would began to close, leaving a jagged scar. “Y/N, what do you mean Grindelwald was Percival?“

“When Percival came back from the battle, it wasn’t him. It was Grindelwald. Probably using polyjuice potion or a spell. He was trying to read my mind and when he couldn’t, he must have known I suspected him. He used Percival’s influence to declare me dangerous. Queenie, I swear…”

“I believe you.” She answered with a small smile. “We just have to find a way to prove everything. First things first though. I need to get you those potions.”

“Whatever you do - you have to avoid Graves at all cost.” Y/N begged. “If he even suspects you…”

“I’ll be extra careful.” Queenie promised. “Let me grab you a change of clothes first.” Y/N’s shirt and jacket were both stained with blood. “And I will make some tea while I do that.”

Y/N nodded. “Thank you, Queenie.”

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Masterlist

I’ll try to keep this updated with every story I write. I also post stories on A03.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Secret - Percival Graves x Reader (Completed Series)

Pirates of the Caribbean

The Pirate Queen - James Norrington x Reader (Ongoing)

DC

Can I Save You? - Bane (Dark Knight Rises) x OFC (Completed Series)

ER

Hold My Hand - Robert Romano x Reader (one shot)

Robocop

With Me - Emil Antonowsky x Reader (one shot)

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Heart lf Stone

[Percival Graves is found, broken and on the verge of death. Traumatized by Grinderwald's captivity and tortures, will he ever recover?] 

RATED: T

 AO3 LINK: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8817454/chapters/20217097

UPDATED!CHAPTER2

Mr. Graves POV:

The Woman showed up again at eight o'clock the next day, she's used to knock on the door as if I didn't knew it was her. I didn't answer, do I have a choice? She would have entered anyway. She came into the room turning on all the lights and she asked me how I felt. I shrugged. I appreciate that she is of few words, I don't like idle chatter. Then she fell silent. That's how the best part of the day begins: being awake. Sleeping is impossible, not with these nightmares ..