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Headcanon: Real!Percival Graves took lessons from the Sam Vimes School of Policing.

…I now can’t stop imagining Graves displaying the classic Sam Vimes reaction whenever someone mentions ‘the divine right of kings’.

For your consideration: Picquery getting Graves to do things simply by telling him to stay out of it while counting on his immediate ‘the hell I will’ reaction.

Percival Graves. In the Congress Chamber. With the axe.

Percival Graves reading ‘Where’s My Cow?’ to the occamys every night at 6 o’clock. Percival Graves struggling with the Summoning Dark. Percival Graves defeating the Summoning Dark by being aggressively himself.

Percival Graves holding up his right hand and gravely intoning “I comma square bracket recruit’s name square bracket comma do solemnly swear by square bracket recruit’s deity of choice square bracket to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of New York -”

The threat of Percival Graves going spare hanging over every auror who messed up. ‘Graves will go spare’ is the ultimate deterrent whispered to the foolish who’re about to do something stupid.

Percival Graves wearing his shoes down until they’re about to fall off, because it lets him feel the city streets through his boots.

Percival Graves sitting on the steps of the Woolworth building with a cup of hot chocolate.

Percival Graves and Gondulphus ‘Old Stoneface’ Graves.

Percival Graves falling for Newt Scamander, the man who’s far too attached to dragons and literally spends all his time caring for his creatures.

Percival Graves struggling through the need to make all the shit he sees in his work easier to bear through alcohol. Percival Graves keeping a bottle of firewhiskey in his desk drawer just to prove that he can, never touching it.

Percival Graves and the Beast.

Percival Graves stopping a war by arresting both sides.

Percival Graves whispering “You’re nicked, chum!” as he tackles the serial killer who killed two of his aurors.
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- Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith 

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Rey Kenobi, anyone? …although I must now admit that I have the mental image of ghost!Anakin looking on from the afterlife and face-palming…
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Headcanon: Real!Percival Graves took lessons from the Sam Vimes School of Policing.

…I now can’t stop imagining Graves displaying the classic Sam Vimes reaction whenever someone mentions ‘the divine right of kings’.

For your consideration: Picquery getting Graves to do things simply by telling him to stay out of it while counting on his immediate ‘the hell I will’ reaction.

Percival Graves. In the Congress Chamber. With the axe.

Percival Graves reading ‘Where’s My Cow?’ to the occamys every night at 6 o’clock. Percival Graves struggling with the Summoning Dark. Percival Graves defeating the Summoning Dark by being aggressively himself.

Percival Graves holding up his right hand and gravely intoning “I comma square bracket recruit’s name square bracket comma do solemnly swear by square bracket recruit’s deity of choice square bracket to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of New York -”

The threat of Percival Graves going spare hanging over every auror who messed up. ‘Graves will go spare’ is the ultimate deterrent whispered to the foolish who’re about to do something stupid.

Percival Graves wearing his shoes down until they’re about to fall off, because it lets him feel the city streets through his boots.

Percival Graves sitting on the steps of the Woolworth building with a cup of hot chocolate.

Percival Graves and Gondulphus ‘Old Stoneface’ Graves.

Percival Graves falling for Newt Scamander, the man who’s far too attached to dragons and literally spends all his time caring for his creatures.

Percival Graves struggling through the need to make all the shit he sees in his work easier to bear through alcohol. Percival Graves keeping a bottle of firewhiskey in his desk drawer just to prove that he can, never touching it.

Percival Graves and the Beast.

Percival Graves stopping a war by arresting both sides.

Percival Graves whispering “You’re nicked, chum!” as he tackles the serial killer who killed two of his aurors.

Percival Graves insisting on going after an unpredictable serial killing dark wizard himself, having given strict instructions to his aurors to keep out of it because they’ll try to do it by the book and it’s going to get them killed.

Percival Graves, due to an accident with a time-turner, being his own mentor.
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lissen if my husband doesn’t show up to the wedding like this i’m cancelling
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Headcanon: Real!Percival Graves took lessons from the Sam Vimes School of Policing.

…I now can’t stop imagining Graves displaying the classic Sam Vimes reaction whenever someone mentions ‘the divine right of kings’.

For your consideration: Picquery getting Graves to do things simply by telling him to stay out of it while counting on his immediate ‘the hell I will’ reaction.

Percival Graves. In the Congress Chamber. With the axe.

Percival Graves reading ‘Where’s My Cow?’ to the occamys every night at 6 o’clock. Percival Graves struggling with the Summoning Dark. Percival Graves defeating the Summoning Dark by being aggressively himself.

Percival Graves holding up his right hand and gravely intoning “I comma square bracket recruit’s name square bracket comma do solemnly swear by square bracket recruit’s deity of choice square bracket to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of New York -”

The threat of Percival Graves going spare hanging over every auror who messed up. ‘Graves will go spare’ is the ultimate deterrent whispered to the foolish who’re about to do something stupid.

Percival Graves wearing his shoes down until they’re about to fall off, because it lets him feel the city streets through his boots.

Percival Graves sitting on the steps of the Woolworth building with a cup of hot chocolate.

Percival Graves and Gondulphus ‘Old Stoneface’ Graves.

Percival Graves falling for Newt Scamander, the man who’s far too attached to dragons and literally spends all his time caring for his creatures.

Percival Graves struggling through the need to make all the shit he sees in his work easier to bear through alcohol. Percival Graves keeping a bottle of firewhiskey in his desk drawer just to prove that he can, never touching it.

Percival Graves and the Beast.

Percival Graves stopping a war by arresting both sides.

Percival Graves whispering “You’re nicked, chum!” as he tackles the serial killer who killed two of his aurors.

Percival Graves insisting on going after an unpredictable serial killing dark wizard himself, having given strict instructions to his aurors to keep out of it because they’ll try to do it by the book and it’s going to get them killed.

Percival Graves, due to an accident with a time-turner, being his own mentor.

Percival Graves being slightly horrified by just how naive his younger self was. Jesus Christ, kid, stop expecting the best of people (even if you’ll always defend them) and definitely stop blindly taking orders from those crooked aurors you had to call boss.

Percival Graves thinking longingly of Picquery‘s term in office, carefully keeping his face straight as he hears his younger self talking enthusiastically on how the latest Presidential candidate is definitely For the People, and how thing will be so much better when the current President is gone.

Is this really me? Graves wonders. Did I really have the political awareness of a head louse? And the self-preservation instincts of a lemming?
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LMFAO OKAY I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA GET STALLED ON THIS BECAUSE OF SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT BUT I ~FOUND A WAY~

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Newt claims curiosity as his reason. He wants to know how different Grindelwald and Graves really were. He has this impression of a man with poise and power, a gentle sort of gravity – but that was all Grindelwald, wasn’t it? Who knows how long that wizard had been undercover! Surely Grindelwald had been an excellent actor! But Newt doesn’t know for certain, and so he goes to see for himself.

Tina does warn him that there might be some unexpected differences. “We simply thought he’d taken certain meetings to heart,” she hedges without really explaining. “Just… whatever he says, don’t take it personally, alright?”

Newt begins to fear a nasty temper made worse by prolonged captivity and torture. He braces himself for scathing words, a scowl – for dark brows above dark eyes that wish only to see Newt reduced beneath the heel of his boot.

“Tina,” Graves starts off with his tone wicking toward warm amusement, “I knew you weren’t really all that angry with me.”

Tina sighs heavily. “Mr. Graves, this is Newt Scamander. He’s one of the wizards who helped with your rescue.”

“I know who he is,” Graves says. Newt is rather alarmed to see Graves smirk in his direction so lasciviously, especially for a man who’s bedridden at the moment. Graves doesn’t seem to think bedridden is anything more than a challenge, however, because he pats the side of his bed invitingly. “As if I would forget the gorgeous man who so obviously stood out among my aurors.”

Newt almost goes to sit where Graves wanted him, caught up in his own fascination with a personality difference so bizarre, but Tina yanks him back to her side. Newt is still staring at Graves’ face, so he doesn’t miss the way Graves pouts exaggeratedly at her.

“You’re ruining my fun, darling,” Graves scolds her lightly. “How ever is Mr. Scamander supposed to know how grateful I am if I can’t thank him appropriately?”

“Begging your pardon, sir,” Tina replies, “but the last time you thanked someone appropriately, you nearly started an international incident with the Australian Prime Minister and the whole department had to take sexual harassment classes for a month.”

Graves doesn’t even look the slightest bit ashamed. He has eyes only for Newt. “Well, how was I supposed to know that he didn’t like tongue?” he says, licking over his top lip as if to invite Newt to investigate his meaning. “That kind of thing really should be in the dossier beforehand. Don’t you agree, Mr. Scamander?”

“I find your tongue rather interesting myself,” Newt says breathlessly before he can stop himself. Graves’ face splits into a grin, and Tina huffs in frustration before she starts pulling Newt out of the hospital room. “Oh, oh wait– Tina–”

Tina is relentless. “We’re leaving!”

Graves laughs. “Next time then, Mr. Scamander!” he calls out, wiggling his fingers at Newt as he’s pulled through the door.

“There won’t be a next time!” Tina shouts back.
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