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I had a lot of fun with this prompt! Thanks Nori <3
“Winston! Philip! Barnaby! Enough is enough!” Newt shouts through the room as he walks into the meeting Percival is currently holding with his team regarding the process of securing a specific upcoming event Picquery is going to get part of. “Leave your father alone! He’s working!”
The three teenage dragons look behind them curiously at that, eyeing Newt with happy faces and glints of absolute tenderness. They start squealing a little and curling more into Percival’s lap, whose face is split in such a stellar smile Newt melts right on the spot.
“Look at you, all grown up and shiny and gorgeous,” the older man coos softly. His hand rubs up and down their heads and backs. Their claws thump against his chest as soft squeals burst from them yet again. “But I can’t play now, my loves. Go back with your dad, please?”
Percival pulls himself up as gently as he can, but he still staggers as the dragons try to keep piling up on him. Newt grins a little, comes forward and caresses his husband’s face gently, his golden ring glinting in the low friday sun.
Percival pulls Newt toward him and kisses him long and proper; his fingers find his chest, brush the expanse of tissue stretching over the skin all over it. “You sound like a jackrabbit,” he says, closing his eyes, and Newt chuckles.
“I was worried they made a mess and disturbed the meeting,” the mazoologist murmurs, nuzzling into the other man’s chest, “which is why my heartbeat is a little high.”
He’s so lost in thought — thinking this man is my husband, he is gorgeous, I love him, how did I get so lucky? — that it takes the Director a minute to realize Newton is staring at him; Percival smiles back softly, kisses him briefly before they part.
“Boys, we’re leaving Dad to work,” and Newt reaches out and takes Percival’s hand, interlaces their fingers; the dragons follow, and they exit the room with their teenagers.
“See you tonight,” Percival whispers, and can’t help stopping Newt as he walks out, pressing him quietly against the wall to press kisses to his neck, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. “Love you.”
At the table, Johnson narrows his eyes and a grin blossoms along his mouth. “Do you think Scamander calls him Daddy?”
“I heard you, Johnson!” Percival calls from the other end of the conference room. “You don’t want to know what my husband calls me in private, I assure you!”
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I had a lot of fun with this prompt! Thanks Nori <3
“Winston! Philip! Barnaby! Enough is enough!” Newt shouts through the room as he walks into the meeting Percival is currently holding with his team regarding the process of securing a specific upcoming event Picquery is going to get part of. “Leave your father alone! He’s working!”
The three teenage dragons look behind them curiously at that, eyeing Newt with happy faces and glints of absolute tenderness. They start squealing a little and curling more into Percival’s lap, whose face is split in such a stellar smile Newt melts right on the spot.
“Look at you, all grown up and shiny and gorgeous,” the older man coos softly. His hand rubs up and down their heads and backs. Their claws thump against his chest as soft squeals burst from them yet again. “But I can’t play now, my loves. Go back with your dad, please?”
Percival pulls himself up as gently as he can, but he still staggers as the dragons try to keep piling up on him. Newt grins a little, comes forward and caresses his husband’s face gently, his golden ring glinting in the low friday sun.
Percival pulls Newt toward him and kisses him long and proper; his fingers find his chest, brush the expanse of tissue stretching over the skin all over it. “You sound like a jackrabbit,” he says, closing his eyes, and Newt chuckles.
“I was worried they made a mess and disturbed the meeting,” the mazoologist murmurs, nuzzling into the other man’s chest, “which is why my heartbeat is a little high.”
He’s so lost in thought — thinking this man is my husband, he is gorgeous, I love him, how did I get so lucky? — that it takes the Director a minute to realize Newton is staring at him; Percival smiles back softly, kisses him briefly before they part.
“Boys, we’re leaving Dad to work,” and Newt reaches out and takes Percival’s hand, interlaces their fingers; the dragons follow, and they exit the room with their teenagers.
“See you tonight,” Percival whispers, and can’t help stopping Newt as he walks out, pressing him quietly against the wall to press kisses to his neck, his nose, his eyelids, his lips. “Love you.”
At the table, Johnson narrows his eyes and a grin blossoms along his mouth. “Do you think Scamander calls him Daddy?”
“I heard you, Johnson!” Percival calls from the other end of the conference room. “You don’t want to know what my husband calls me in private, I assure you!”
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