Newt gets Graves a kitten, because he knows how helpful animals
are in the healing process and while it’s been a year since Grindelwald, some
scars just don’t want to fade away. Those tricky scars of the heart.
So he gets Graves a kitten. A small, fluffy kitten with blond
wisps of hair and eyes too big for its head. Feeble in its youth. Its cries are
more chirping than cat-like. He puts a big, floppy bow around its neck - the
red ribbon practically bigger than its whole body and giving it the illusion of
wings - before quietly slipping into the bedroom they share.
“This is him,” Newt whispers into the little kitten’s too large
ears, lifting him up and out to show him the slender back of the man laying in
bed before them - dead asleep. “Now off you go, just like we discussed.”
And then he sets the little beast down and lets it loose. He
watches as it determinedly wobbles to the bed, obviously set on a goal. Smiles
as it sets its tiny claws into the soft silk of their sheets and climbs the
tall rise of their bed. Walks closer to watch as the little fur ball then makes
an unsteady beeline for the man in the bed – as though completely aware of what
Newt had said to him when walking home with him this morning from the shelter.
He can’t stop himself from laughing when the little beast
finally makes it to Graves’ face. It reaches out with a tiny paw and taps his
face kindly, as though asking for attention, before finally flat out sitting on
the man’s face.
Graves jerks up, eyes wide and hair sticking out in every which
way, and blinks first at the now upended little fur ball on his pillow, then at
Newt – bewildered and confused from waking. Newt only laughs harder as he
watches Graves slowly try to connect the dots, everything moving slowly from
sleep. His hands seem impossibly large as he gathers the struggling little
kitten up to better study it.
Bright green eyes, blonde fluffy coat, tiny little paws and a
soft little chin that it rests atop his knuckles, staring up at him. Newt sees
it the moment something melts in Graves – too tired and too early to hide the
emotion before Newt can see.
“Do you like him?” Newt asks, bemused as his partner’s eyes rise
from over top the little cat to stare at him, baffled and sleepy.
“I don’t understand,” Graves says, and Newt feels another piece
of his heart melt for the man currently naked and in his bed, holding a kitten
and blinking sleepily at him.
“He’s mine?” Graves repeats.
“Yes,” Newt chuckles.
“You got me a cat?” Graves asks, eyes falling back down on the
Newt pauses, suddenly worried that this had been a rash
decision. He shouldn’t have surprised his partner with something so big, that
required such a commitment, without talking to him first. His thoughts begin to
tail spin. His hands tremble as he wrings them.
“I, uh – yes. That is… if you want him?”
Graves just squints at him for a long moment before suddenly collapsing
back into the bed again, taking the kitten with him.
“That’s great,” Graves mumbles into his pillow, the kitten
tucked happily beneath his chin and purring merrily away. “Kitten Newt won’t
leave me alone in my bed at hideously early hours every morning.”
Newt squawked, indignant; a huge and spreading smile on his face
despite his affronted tone.
“You’re replacing me?!”
“Move over, I’m coming in there.”
“Nope, I have kitten Newt now. There’s no more need for you in
my bed,” Graves says, one eye cracking open to catch Newt’s gaze as he smiles,
unable to hide his mirth.
“Oh you’re going to get it,” Newt growls as he stalks the bed.
“Not in front of kitten
Newt!” Graves gasps, dramatic and scandalized.
Newt crawls onto the bed where he’d normally sleep and gently
covers the little kitten’s eyes with one finger, ignoring its plaintive little
meow as he leans forward to capture Graves’ lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.
“Thank you,” Graves whispers into his lips after their kiss.
that kind of love that’s “i was scared until i found you.” that kind of love that’s worth it to try romance again. the “fuck i’ll try cheesy if it just makes you smile” love, the roses and love notes and wine bottles. the twinkle light love, the “let’s go on this romantic date only to spend the whole thing being silly” love, the dancing badly to slow songs love, the “i don’t know how you make me laugh so much but seriously stop it i’m trying to drive” love. the “i trust you love,” calling late at night because a secret just welled up in my throat love, the first person i talk to so i can figure out this decision is you kind of love. the “i was hurt before and had given up but then i found you” love, the incredulous in-awe love, the wonder love, the are you actually real or am i dreaming you love. the “i didn’t believe in soulmates before you” love. that kinda love.
“From here on, I..! From here on..! Y'hear me?! I’m gonna… beat you all! I’m going to become the number one!! Enjoy your win. It’ll never happen again! Dammit!!!” ↳ ♡Happy Birthday to my angry hot hero ♡| Bakugou Katsuki | 04.20 ♡ ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶
maybe i’m asking for too much but if “it devours” also manages to tell us how carlos fell in love with cecil from his own point of view i will literally leave this plane of existence and subsequently reach nirvana
Some fun Black Sails & Zach McGowan tidbits from MagicCon this weekend:
- Zach thinks that Toby Schmitz is the most like his character on the show in real life. He also mentioned Toby Stephens for the same quickly and Clara as the most dissimilar.
- During the scene where he was buried alive he was ACTUALLY buried alive under 4 feet of earth. He wondered for a moment if the crew actually forgot him down there. “So I guess being buried alive is one thing I have in common with Charles Vane”
- He LOVED filming 2x10.
- Zach used to be a chef. Used to be called ‘the chopper’ because he is great at chopping stuff. He loves ‘handling big pieces of meat and seeing what’s inside them’. His words. He also used to narrate nature documentaries, in particular about sharks. He knows shit about sharks.
- Apparently the cast & crew started making out with Ned Low’s cut off head whilst filming that ep.
- During autographs he told me he can’t draw for shit and we agreed that Vane would draw stick people comics of Vane stabbing Flint in the back.
I went into tales of vesperia expecting angsty edgelord yuri lowell going on a journey to uncover his dark past or something. What I got instead was sassy, stressed mom friend yuri lowell who just wanted to find that fucking aque blastia and somehow ended up with too many children and responsibilities like. Follow yuri on his journey as he kills mass murdering politicians and punches an evil incoporeal astral blob all while trying to make sure that his 6 troubled kids and his dog stay healthy, feel supported, and have snacks.