“Such a vote of confidence.”

GoldGraves Modern AU

Percival Graves is a wealthy business man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Only son of a well known family, he has never had a moment to be his own man. After a serious car accident which left his friend killed in the passengers seat and Graves bed ridden with extensive injuries… His family decided he need to get away from the states to recuperate properly.

Porpentina Goldstein is a young woman that fled an abusive ex-fiancee. After months of being unable to escape the stalking she left the states entirely. Relocating to a small seaside town in Ireland. She works as a waitress at a nearby pub, selling her own artwork on the side.

Six months ago, Lucas would've never dreamed of this; being on stage and on TV because he was in a band. Before that he'd been paying for student loans and working a crappy wage in an office job that would've earned him a pretty penny in sexual harassment lawsuits if the paperwork hadn't mysteriously disappeared from HR. Now though? Here Lucas was in some fancy dressing room, nervous as ever when it came to TV interviews, messing with his tie when the door opened.

Looked over with a small, somewhat surprised, smile.

Newt was glad that Theseus was home to visit. It was his first time seeing him since the war had started, and now that it was over, he was glad to have a chance to see him. But Theseus was bringing a friend, an American friend, and leaving him with Newt while he did something at the ministry. Newt didn’t mind much, but he wasn’t really sure how to act around the other.

Theseus dropped his friend, Percival Graves, off with a quick hello and a hug and hello to Newt before he disapparated again. He smiled awkwardly at the other man, who was giving him the strangest look. His words caused Newt to pause, and he gave the other confused look.

Theirfirst kiss leaves Lucas confused - flustered and running away to hide at hisdesk and strategically pile his paperwork so Graves wouldn’t be able to see himthrough the office window. It’s tender and warm and…well, romantic ina way. It’s also in an abandoned hallway in the MACUSA building. What if someone had caught them? Lucas would’ve been, for lack of abetter term, the ‘easiest’ one in the office. Would rather run away and saveGraves the embarrassment.

Kiss number two is…unexpected, to say the least. They’re on amission- as Lucas had been given permission to go back on the field - acting asa father and son who were having relationship troubles (which was very far from whatthey actually were - as well as embarrassing). Had to get close tothe criminal they were chasing, disguised and acting as fake as possible. Lucasdidn’t realise how many dad jokes Graves actually knew.

When they’re not socialising with other families and sittingthrough a presentation about how ‘fishing once a year didn’t count as bonding’,they were in some luxury cabin, forgoing sleep and trying to sniff out theshady crap going on.

Lucas dragged his gaze from the dim window, stifling an amusedsmile at the sight of his boss trying to stay awake and failing horribly at it.Barely a few minutes later when the auror is aware of the steady breathing andlack of sleep deprived complaining. Deciding he’d rather not deal with Graveshaving a cold, Lucas grabbed one of the expensive (and disgustingly patterned) blankets,draping it carefully over his boss’ frame before leaning forward to press akiss to one of his brows. Pulling back with flushed cheeks, Lucas returned tohis work.

Oh god.

Number three is possessive. The Christmas party in full swingand Lucas trying to avoid his ex, a member of the ministry who was apparentlyimportant enough to be sent an invitation, with no luck. The plying of drinksand overused compliments was enough to make anyone, even Graves, annoyed. Or,at least that’s what Lucas could assume what with having no time to get a wordin edge wise before the elder is dragging him away and - oh, it’s the same hallway as before. Full lips cover hisown in a one sided battle for dominance. Can swear there’s a slide of tongueand a rough bite and Graves is speaking low, too low -

The sound of the neighbour's yelling is what wakes Lucas up.

Number four? Lucas blames it on the alcohol.

He never really drank much, having always been a lightweight, and can only remember, vaguely, how he got here; in his bosses bed (thankfully still dressed - how did Graves even look so flawless when asleep?). The sound of pain is what makes Lucas really wake up.

Knows what’ll happen, still has the torn shirt from the first time he’d seen his boss suffer a nightmare, but Lucas reaches out anyway. Hand lifting from beneath the bed sheets - which were really soft - and let the pads of his fingers run over a stubble covered cheek. There’s no surprise when Graves’ hand grips his own - tight enough to break the wrist, Lucas imagined - and his eyes open, wide, apologetic when he sees who it is. The younger doesn’t let that stupid word ‘sorry’ fall from his mouth again; instead leaning forward to brush their mouths together, patient and hesitant, waiting, until those lips press deeply against his own.

The next time it’s casual and completely against Lucas’ rules about PDA in the work place. He’s having a ‘sly insult contest’, meaning a conversation, with the receptionist when a heavy arm settles around Lucas’ waist.

“Something the matter?”

”Not at all,” the receptionist replies sweetly, too sweetly, with the familiar voice that belongs to Lucas’ unofficial boyfriend.

“Well, that’s good.” Graves hummed and pressed a kiss to Lucas’ cheek before walking away. The receptionist goes silent and Lucas feels smug.

CATT. FRIEND. BUDDY.

WE HAVE NOT tALKED IN SO LONG. HOLY SHIT DO I MISS YOU.

I HAVE KNOWN YOU FOR SOME YEARS NOW AND I’M REALLY GLAD I DO. YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO I THINK I’VE LOVED SINCE THE FIRST MOMENT YOU TALKED TO ME. 

YOU WERE SO DIRECT AND TO THE POINT AND UNAFRAID AND I LOVED IT. I STILL LOVE IT.

AND THEN WE BONDED OVER LSOH WHICH WAS GREAT.

AND YOU’RE FAB, CATT. ABSOLUTELY STELLAR. SO GOOD. I LOVE.

You're still the one I run to The on that I BELONG to You're still the one I want for life