When Credence decided to go to Babylon, the most famous gay nightclub in New York, he had only planned for it to be his one and only act of rebellion against his Ma. He had not planned to get picked up by an older, devastatingly handsome man before he even had a chance to enter the club. He definitely had not planned to lose both his virginity, and his heart, to said man in the course of a single night.
When Percival picked up a sad looking twink outside Babylon, he had only intended for the boy to be just another, fully consenting, perfectly legal, one night stand. He had not expected the boy to confess to being underage, and a fucking virgin, as they laid panting on the bed. He definitely had not expected the boy to also declare his undying love and start following him around like a lovesick puppy.
6 chronological vauseman playlists 🐠 from yours truly // i wanted to compile an immense collection of songs spanning their entire relationship, pre-litchfield and during, and so i broke them up accordingly. enjoy!!!
Percival Graves is working as a bartender for more than a decade. He’s the owner of the most chic bar in New York, but he’s so good at making drinks that his clients practically beg him to make them a drink when he’s around the bar. Cue him making people happy and drunk, and they making him more wealthy than he already is.
Years of working around drunk people made him practical.
He’s a great listener and can give you a good advice if you’re in need of one. Many people come by only to see him in his uniform, which he doesn’t really keep neat as others do: his hair is slicked back, but he doesn’t bother fixing it if some stray strands fall on his forehead; his bow tie is always undone and hanging around his neck; the first two buttons of his shirt are always undone as well; sometimes even his vest is undone and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, showing off his hands. Some are just staring, others are even flirting and he flirts back, because why the hell not?
One day, this awkward British redhead stumbles into his bar and his life changes.
Newt Scamander can’t drink. Drunk Newt Scamander is a walking disaster. He stumbles over his own feet, tries to hit on Percival, tries to flirt but he’s so hilarious Percival does his best to keep a straight face, but Newt manages to make him smile, chuckle and eventually laugh.
“Your laugh is beautiful.“ Newt says, and his drunk mug looks so funny “You are beautiful.“
“Alright, Mr. Scamander.” Percival says smiling politely at him “But if you really think so, I’d prefer if you tell me this with less alcohol in your system.“
Newt looks at him, serious.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.“ Newt replies, and hides his face behind his glass “Alcohol untangles my tongue, Mr. Graves. Usually, I’m too shy to even make eye-contact.”