Merry Christmas, Mr. Graves (Part One)- Percival Graves
Pairing: Percival Graves/OC
Request: I combined a few festive holiday requests into one for this!
Warnings: Merry Christmas, here’s some fluff!
A/N: Okay, a few things…I really do love how this turned out, so I hope you all do too. Once again, it’s been divided into two halves because I’m too waffly lol. But after I read it back, I realized that the Graves I write isn’t as intense as the one portrayed in the movie. But I think that’s okay. What we really saw was Grindelwald masquerading as Graves. So while I’m certain the real Percival is confident, stoic, perhaps even a little grumpy at times, i’m maintaining my belief that he has a warm, gooey center when it comes to the right person. So that’s what I tried to convey here. Also, I have my OC/Reader a name for this one…hope that’s okay!
I walked as fast as I could without running, my heels clicking against the smooth, marble floors. Gripped tightly in my hand was a slate black coffee mug. Empty and in desperate need of re-filling.
“Come on, come on.” I mumbled under my breath, my eyes combing the expansive room in search for a familiar beautiful blonde. I had a feeling she was going to find me first, though. She had probably heard my desperate thoughts even before I stepped on the lift to take me down to the lower levels. For a moment, I pictured Mr. Graves in his office, coffee-less and wondering what the heck was taking me so long.