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take a deep breath (and let it go) by lincesque
Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
11 Dec 2016
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His father taps his finger against his inked wrist and smiles, loving and fond. “They say that your ink represents the soul of your other half, an unbreakable bond between you and the one you’re destined to be with.”
a soulmate au where people are marked with an ink tattoo that fills with colour only when they touch their soulmate for the first time.
(aka the one where newt has a thunderbird across his wrist and an entire world to search)
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Fin
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1. There’s something ever so slightly off about this place.
It’s different from the usual moment of dissonance when Newt arrives in a completely new country[. . .]
But when Newt first arrives in America, the instant he steps off the steamboat with his case clutched tight in his hand, he feels it. There’s a subtle sense of wrongness - like when a framed picture hangs just a centimeter off level or squinting past a dirty, streaked window to the outside world. It throws everything into a curiously distorted state, like a recurring nightmare where everything is exactly the same as it is in real life, except one minor thing. The unconsciousness recognises this, sending a warning shiver up the spine or tickling the back of the neck. In Newt's case, he feels the sharp prickle of discomfort creeping across his skin, making him more frazzled and much more jittery than usual.
3) [my idea was that if graves had not been grindelwald during the events of the movie, then what maybe could've changed in canon? here, tina is still an auror, grindelwald would've had to approach credence directly somehow instead etc]
2. Graves tilts his head meaningfully at the door, eyebrows rising slightly. “Shall we, then?”
He steps past them, so close that the thick winter coat he’s wearing brushes casually across Newt’s arm. There’s a jolt of static that accompanies it, zapping across the back of Newt’s hand lightning fast, but it's not just the shock that makes him inhale sharply. There's a ghost of a sensation that leaves behind little but a subtle prickling feeling, reaching all the way from his wrist down to his now warm, tingling fingertips.
Newt swallows hard and shakes his head at Tina when she glances at him curiously. He forces his shaking fingers to close around the familiar grip of his case and follows at a shuffle, eyes focused downwards.
3. When Newt, who had been standing half a meter off to the side, steps in closer to point at something over Tina’s shoulder, bringing their hands into contact, there’s a loud snap that resounds through the room.
Everyone turns to look at Graves, who’s staring at the quill that lies on the table, broken cleanly in half, and leaking ink all over his hand and reports. He stands abruptly, shoving his chair back. A quick wave of his hand takes care of the mess of ink and sends the paperwork flying out of the room, presumably back to his own office.
“My apologies,” he says, deep voice as calm as always. “I’m afraid I have an urgent summons to attend to.”
He strides towards the door, which slides open silently as he approaches. “Miss Goldstein, update me at your earliest opportunity when you’re done here,” he says, and then he’s gone.
Queenie is the first to look away from the door, which is the only reason she ends up seeing the quick flash of expression across Newt’s face. By the time Tina’s facing him again a heartbeat later, he’s back to his usual smiling self, ducking his head at whatever she’s saying to him.
But for Queenie, that split second’s worth of expression from him is enough - she had seen the desolate but wistful longing in his eyes, watching Graves walk out without a backwards glance.
4. “I need you to get Mr. Graves,” she says to him, quiet, one eye still on her sister.
Newt opens his mouth to argue, because the last thing he wants to do right now is to be anywhere near the man who feels so much like his ink-marked, but doesn’t carry any ink.
Tina shakes him gently by the arm, forestalling his excuse. “No, listen. I can’t leave Queenie here by herself in case Grindelwald is indeed stalking Credence. But we do need discrete backup and Mr. Graves is someone I’d trust with my own life.” Her eyes turn pleading. “Please, Newt?”
He sighs, and knows he’ll do as he’s asked, unable to just stand by when he could be doing something to help. “Fine, I’m picking up my case along the way though,” he threatens lightly, hoping it’ll make Tina smile at least.
5. The door swings open silently on its own volition and Newt startles a little.
“Are you going to stand there all afternoon?” Percival asks, not even looking up from where he’s scrawling his signature onto a scroll, strokes sharp and bold not unlike his personality. He’s seated behind the monstrosity that’s apparently his desk, backlit by the slowing setting sun. The fierce red-gold sun glints through his dark hair, burnishing it with hints of bronze.
Newt’s struck speechless for a moment. Objectively, he’s always known that Percival is handsome, with his high cheekbones and the sharp, aristocratic cut of his jaw. There’s the way he moves likes a predator, all understated grace and power, unlike Newt’s awkward half-stumble. But in this moment, with the light that spills across his skin and hair, his almost relaxed lounge against his chair, he’s literally breathtaking.
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